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fujimaru[ So, that happened.
That whole, "the world almost ended in a truly spectacular way in Uruk at the hands of Beast II, and then immediately the assault from Beast I and the official end of the Grand Order" thing. Technically speaking, Ritsuka's journey is over.
But technicalities have rarely ever worked in her favor. There's still the inspection from the Mages' Association that's due to come at any day now. And that in part keeps Ritsuka tethered to Chaldea, though she'd be one of the first to admit it goes deeper than that. It's hard to think about leaving this place when it's become pretty much the first real home she can remember having. Even if most of the people that helped make it such are gone.
...Most, but not all.
It's early one random afternoon, maybe a few weeks after the end of the Grand Order, and Ritsuka finds herself knocking on a particular door. Mash is busy with helping Da Vinci and the rest of the staff; the other remaining Servants are scattered widely throughout the base, and if Ritsuka is 100% honest with herself, she's lonely. And when in doubt, her preference has always been to seek out other people. ]
Hello...? Quetzalcoatl? Are you in?
That whole, "the world almost ended in a truly spectacular way in Uruk at the hands of Beast II, and then immediately the assault from Beast I and the official end of the Grand Order" thing. Technically speaking, Ritsuka's journey is over.
But technicalities have rarely ever worked in her favor. There's still the inspection from the Mages' Association that's due to come at any day now. And that in part keeps Ritsuka tethered to Chaldea, though she'd be one of the first to admit it goes deeper than that. It's hard to think about leaving this place when it's become pretty much the first real home she can remember having. Even if most of the people that helped make it such are gone.
...Most, but not all.
It's early one random afternoon, maybe a few weeks after the end of the Grand Order, and Ritsuka finds herself knocking on a particular door. Mash is busy with helping Da Vinci and the rest of the staff; the other remaining Servants are scattered widely throughout the base, and if Ritsuka is 100% honest with herself, she's lonely. And when in doubt, her preference has always been to seek out other people. ]
Hello...? Quetzalcoatl? Are you in?
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Date: 2019-10-13 02:40 am (UTC)[Before long they're entering the cafeteria. All sorts of staff and servants are busy eating food at milling about. Quite a few wave at the pair, but return to what they were doing before. Surprisingly, the cafeteria isn't as packed as it usually is. Guess this is a weird time to grab some food.]
Heeeere we are. Looks like we came at a good time!
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Date: 2019-10-22 01:18 am (UTC)[ By which, really, she means the Artorias, but honestly, the other knights can pack a lot away when they put their minds to it. Most of the brawler types seem to be like that, never mind that Heroic Spirits don't need food. Ritsuka's not going to call anyone out on that.
She waves back to those who acknowledge their presence, but for the moment, she sticks close to Quetz's side. They've agreed to this (not really, but sort of, but not really, but--) lunch date, and she's not going to be a bad one.
Without really thinking about it, she grabs Quetz's hand, pulling her over to the kitchen assembly line. ]
--So let's take advantage of that while we can. I bet you could summon them by saying "dinner" three times, but I don't wanna test that right now.
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Date: 2019-10-22 02:08 am (UTC)Feeling more comfortable around me? I'm glad! [She says after Ritsuka takes hold of her hand. Her words come out as a playful giggle as her smile grows. It doesn't take Clairvoyance to see that her dear master was feeling more than a little off.]
But yes, I agree. Their company is usually appreciated, but today I'd like to take our time and enjoy each other's company.
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Date: 2019-10-28 12:56 am (UTC)[ She stumbles over the words, but at least not her own feet. Her fingers flex a little more tightly in their grip on Quetz's hand, but she doesn't let go. She's gone and done it, and she doesn't regret it, no matter how bashful she might be about the gesture. Might as well own it, right? ]
...yeah. I wanted to spend more time with you specifically, so...
[ So, if she wants it, and Quetz wants it, it's okay, right? Right! Own it, Ritsuka! ]
Thanks.