You find yourself in the living room of a Japanese house, well-lit and pleasantly furnished. Perhaps you have seen this place before, in reality or someone else's memories.
At the low dining table, several people are seated - or are there? They're more like shadows, just faint outlines. Their cheerful conversation and the sounds of eating are muffled, as if a great distance away.
There's someone else here, though, who does seem more concrete. A boy is busy cooking over in the kitchen, making something that gives off a delicious scent.
As you step into the room proper, you notice something strange - there are what look like stains, or perhaps puddles, of some black substance all around. You'll have to take care as you move around, or you might accidentally step in one.
Shirou leans over the kitchen counter at the sound of your voice.
"Hey, Illya. The nabe will be ready in just a second."
As you step into the room proper, you notice something strange - there are what look like stains, or perhaps puddles, of some black substance all around. You'll have to take care as you move around, or you might accidentally step in one.
Shirou leans over the kitchen counter at the sound of your voice.
"There is, actually. But not with the cooking, that's pretty much done. Would you like some?"
As you step into the room proper, you notice something strange - there are what look like stains, or perhaps puddles, of some black substance all around. You'll have to take care as you move around, or you might accidentally step in one.
The boy seems a little bothered by having his kitchen and personal space invaded, but doesn't comment on it.
As you step into the room proper, you notice something strange - there are what look like stains, or perhaps puddles, of some black substance all around. You'll have to take care as you move around, or you might accidentally step in one.
The boy leans over the kitchen counter at the sound of your voice.
As you step into the room proper, you notice something strange - there are what look like stains, or perhaps puddles, of some black substance all around. You'll have to take care as you move around, or you might accidentally step in one.
Shirou gives you a nod.
"I do, actually. But not with the cooking, that's pretty much done. Would you like some?"
[ Squinting at the shadow figures at the table, he approaches those first, after casting a sidelong glance toward the boy turned away from him while cooking.
Is the fact that they are blurry reminiscent of the fact that they represent people who are not Doodle? Or are they shadowy because they are a memory of some sort?
Can he understand anything if he comes closer? Can his hand touch one if he tries...? ]
As you step into the room proper, you notice something strange - there are what look like stains, or perhaps puddles, of some black substance all around. You'll have to take care as you move around, or you might accidentally step in one.
The figure you approach happens to be the smallest of the group, seemingly a child. Reaching out to touch her, your hand does meet something solid, but it doesn't quite feel like touching a person - like there's something between you, perhaps.
However, you sense something else - a deep feeling of fondness and protectiveness, like the love towards a close family member.
He does try to take care as he moves. What are the stains...? But his attention is on the child. These people must be important to Doodle somehow. It's strange... or feels contradictory somehow. He hates others, or so he says. But the feelings he's experiencing around this child and the people at the table are anything but. ]
Can you hear me...?
[ Though he can't... seem to properly touch the person, so he's not sure that she will. ]
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At the low dining table, several people are seated - or are there? They're more like shadows, just faint outlines. Their cheerful conversation and the sounds of eating are muffled, as if a great distance away.
There's someone else here, though, who does seem more concrete. A boy is busy cooking over in the kitchen, making something that gives off a delicious scent.
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but at least after the initial shock of the first thing, she can actually put on the act a little better, making the attempt to cheerfully approach. ]
Onii-chan. . . !
What are you making?! It's something really delicious, right?
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Shirou leans over the kitchen counter at the sound of your voice.
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also let's try not to move from this spot for now
(unless those 'stains' start to move then we have a problem) ]
Nabe, huh. . .
I hope you made enough for everyone. I always enjoy eating your cooking.
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That's good. I'm glad.
[ "that you're the same as always, even here." ]
Do you need help with anything, onii-chan?
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Emiya-san, is there anything I can help with?
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Shirou leans over the kitchen counter at the sound of your voice.
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Ah -
[ mmmmm
no powers means he's hungry ]
. . . .
Well -
If it's alright, please.
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Following her nose into the kitchen and getting right up in the boy's personal space. FOOD. ]
What's that?
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The boy seems a little bothered by having his kitchen and personal space invaded, but doesn't comment on it.
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Wowee! Hello there, it is nice to meet you! I'm Angel or QW5nZWw= but most people call me Angel!
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The boy leans over the kitchen counter at the sound of your voice.
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Oh! Hello, Emiya Shirou. Do you think you can help me? I am looking for questions to answer.
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[ poking her head in the kitchen ]
Do you need any help...?
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Shirou gives you a nod.
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[ she doesn't know how to clean stains though. ]
Um, but I'll have some... Thank you.
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"There you go."
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Is the fact that they are blurry reminiscent of the fact that they represent people who are not Doodle? Or are they shadowy because they are a memory of some sort?
Can he understand anything if he comes closer? Can his hand touch one if he tries...? ]
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The figure you approach happens to be the smallest of the group, seemingly a child. Reaching out to touch her, your hand does meet something solid, but it doesn't quite feel like touching a person - like there's something between you, perhaps.
However, you sense something else - a deep feeling of fondness and protectiveness, like the love towards a close family member.
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He does try to take care as he moves. What are the stains...? But his attention is on the child. These people must be important to Doodle somehow. It's strange... or feels contradictory somehow. He hates others, or so he says. But the feelings he's experiencing around this child and the people at the table are anything but. ]
Can you hear me...?
[ Though he can't... seem to properly touch the person, so he's not sure that she will. ]
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