[rl] [kirei + gilgamesh] walking in a winter wonderland

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[The worst part about fighting snow filth was cleaning up after it.

He lacked some of the magical skills and abilities put on display during the melee. Black Keys, it turns out, aren't very much good against piles of snow. Not in any sort of specialized way, at least. Still, he's alive, at the moment, and it seems the snow has finally taken the hint and stayed down this time.

Right now, he's shoveling the pathway around the church. The snow might vanish when the virus ends. Or perhaps it will simply melt in the heat. Already he notices the lack of people noticing. A localized snow plague, nothing more and nothing less.

Still, it is something to do, so it's something that will get done. He shovels the walk, all the same. Watches the last few flurries shake out of the trees.]

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[This feeling will go soon. Become condensed, to the point it hardly matters. Or maybe it matters more that way. When days become seconds at a time. Just the impression of feelings and flashes of images. What would remain? Nothing but snow and this feeling of. Of something he can't name.]

Oh? [A head tilt. Interest. Something close to it.] And how did your battles go?

[Returning a favor. Or at least returning a question.

When everything crushes together, what will remain of this conversation? What feeling would stay? Or would they all fade away, lost to the spaces between flashes.]

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[Chores. They were both doing chores. It hit him, as Archer spoke. Archer just looked upon doing his with disdain. That was the only difference, really. Tedious things that needed to be done. Orders to be obeyed. And Kirei did, the way he always did. And Archer took to orders like bitter tea. Disgust evident, and rising, and building.

In that moment, just for a flash, Kirei almost swore he saw the future. In vague shapes and vague patterns, but clear and distinct. Tokiomi would keep giving orders. Archer would keep disliking them. Until he couldn't take it anymore. Until the last line had been crossed. And there would be no going back.

Kirei lets Archer's voice wash over him, and keeps what he knows of the line to himself.]

I doubt the community would take your notes. It seems most of the others found themselves overrun.

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[The impression of loyalty. Knowing that, he thinks if he kept quiet, people would continue to fill in the blanks themselves. He sees the disdain growing in Archer, and the way it continually points at his teacher. Tohsaka, it seems, keeps his eyes closed to things that he should pay attention to. And it is true, that if his plans go as planned, Archer's disdain won't matter.

He thinks the both of them have been cheated, in a way. Surely there must be something more he's meant for than assisting his teacher and his father. And surely, Archer's wish would have to remain unfulfilled.

Kotomine Kirei still doesn't have a wish, despite the pit of dread that opens whenever he feels himself edging towards what he wants.]

It seems I have. [An acknowledgement.] Still. Perhaps next time, the community will take skill levels into account.