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Hello. It's Kirei.

Father Kirei Kotomine
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Kirei Kotomine.

At your convenience, a moment of your time.

What is it, Archer?

It is my understanding that an incident transpired between you and Rin during Tumenalia that she initiated.

To avoid further aggression, I would like to meet, discuss, and resolve the matter with you. Are you amenable to that?

I was under the impression Rin was capable of acting as an adult now.

You may or may not be aware of this, but she isn’t especially objective where you are concerned.

Why is this my concern?

I am speaking to you now out of respect for the fact that you offered us your aid and services at various times, even when you did not have to.

[ He likely had his own shitty motives, but he still did it. ]

However, if you are not interested in a non-aggression agreement or truce while we are here, then certainly, that is your prerogative, as well.

["shitty motives" is the key, here.]

Rather than my interest, have you fully considered your own Master? You have said it yourself, Archer. She is not objective. When her mind is clouded by fury, it obscures everything, as it did during Tumenalia.

How can you promise me she would honor any truce between us with even the most minimal effort? Even if you do promise, how will you overcome the power of her Command Seals?

I must warn you, next I will be ordering Lancer to defend me.

[ Archer wasn't born yesterday. He knows the man is a piece of flaming garbage. Even so, he would much rather avert disaster than openly court it. ]

I am fully aware of my own Master's temperament, Kotomine. However, she is also aware of mine.

I have no interest in being in a meaningless pissing match with you for the duration of our stay here, and I have no issue telling her that to her face. If a written agreement with the power of a geas behind it is needed to enforce it, so be it, but I am confident I can convince her to, at the very least, leave you to your own devices.

I would like to meet with you and Rin with my Servant.

[ Rin, Lancer, and Kirei in the same space -- there's no way that won't end up being a disaster.

Mostly because Kirei will likely just fuck with them and get his rocks off while doing it... ]

And if I say that's out of the question?

Rin's participation is necessary to make any agreement more than meaningless, Archer.

Otherwise, perhaps you and Lancer should meet as our representatives. I will give him my orders.

I’m aware.

I’ll speak with Rin about it, but I’m amenable to the other format you’ve suggested. I’ll get back to you once I’ve spoken with her.

I care little what you do.

I’m sure you don’t.

Good day, Kirei Kitomine.

Any chance you were ever able to get a hold of a Bible?

[ it's become Slightly More Important. As Literal King David is now in the house. what he can offer for payment of that exchange has also increased with this arrival. ]

[oh, no. don't hurt anyone, jack.]

Jack. What a pleasant surprise.

I was. I apologize that I forgot to contact you immediately. It appears my Bible from my church in my own world came over with me.

[he's not sorry; it's entirely likely he wanted to keep jack waiting even longer, just because kirei's an asshole.]

[ shhh, it's okay, he'll live through this one with only mild annoyance and homicidal inclinations entertained. ]

It came with you. So you've had it for months now?

Does our deal still stand?

[well that's no fun]

Of course.

[ don't worry, i'm sure we'll see him get his murder on eventually. ]

Would you still like to make the trade?

Yes. Please keep in mind that I cannot loan you my Bible permanently, however. I do have a church to run.

That’s fine. I just need to photocopy some chapters.

You want to photocopy the Bible.

Or scan. The digital copy is probably more pragmatic.

[ The video Kirei gets isn't a frontal view, or really very enticing - white wings are in the picture, but they aren't the focus. A small, pale back is. Said back is littered with scars, most of them looking to still be painful; they're clearly whip marks in the way they curve and crisscross, layers of scars interlacing together, some of the skin raised and dark red in color. Near those familiar wings are two other batches of scars - smaller, but deeper, and they seem to be slowly fading in contrast with the ones on his back proper. Most of the smaller scars are clustered at the base of his wings, as if someone had tried to pry the bones of his wing away from his spine.

A few bruises litter his back, but they're near his shoulders and lower back, like maybe someone held onto him too tightly. Aspen's voice is measured and cool, almost detached; ]

This is... the 9th log. No signs of lightening on my back yet, but at least the ones under my wings are getting lighter... I'll switch to a different product next week.

[... oh, interesting. very, very interesting.

of course, there's plenty of thoughts in his head about himself being the one to dig in the scars, to try to separate wings from body like some butcher. but—for now, the sight is enough. he doesn't think the battered back is a sign of aspen's passions, but more likely someone mistreating him.]

How much did it hurt?

[that's not a weird question.]

[ ............... what.

He doesn't know who this is, not at first, not from the username - but the moment he hears Kirei's voice, it sends such a frightful chill down his back that he takes a long time to respond. He refuses to use video, but he'll at least use audio. ]

You... [ Aspen never forgets a voice. ] That wasn't meant for you.

—Kirei.

[his name. it's a little more appropriate, now that this is their second conversation, that he learn it, correct?]

Of course I assumed it wasn't for me. But it would only be more rude of me if I acted as if this didn't happen.

I'm not calling you by your name. And I-I wouldn't find it rude at all. Throw it away. No one was supposed to see that.

Why won't you call me by my name?

Why should I? That's the mark of a civil conversation, and you were anything but civil the last time we spoke.

... Ah, yes. That.

[um]

Forgive me. I have reason to believe something done by the city was at fault. I wasn't myself at the time. It's difficult for me to deal with what transpired.

[it's not]

[ A long pause. This asshole has lied to him before. Why should he believe him? ... but... this wouldn't be the first time the LIES staff have done something like this. If he thinks back, he remembers a lot of people who were in dire emotional straits, and while he hadn't been, it was probably because he'd been truthful. And he'd been changed in another way himself.

... it wasn't as if, in the many times he'd been accosted and followed, Kirei had ever been at fault. It was a big city, but not that big. He exhales a slow breath... ]

... I suppose I can forgive, as this city can be cruel. I apologize for judging you too harshly.

[The woman in the photo has her back to the camera, and despite the mirror she's apparently looking into, only the bottom part of her face is visible. Her lips are slightly parted, there's clearly a flush to her cheeks. The vanity itself is in organized disarray, strewn with elegant crystal bottles and jars that each clearly serve a purpose. Her back and limbs are toned, marking her a clear athlete, but everything about her in this moment looks remarkably soft: the loose tendrils of hair falling over her shoulders, the slight curve of her breast, the gentle arch of her back. A coil of golden rope hangs off the back of the chair, somehow casting a faint glow over her olive skin. It's all elegant, chic, and doesn't look at all staged (but it definitely is).]

[even if it's staged, the impression of it is not lost on kirei. he can recognize what normal people would label "beautiful"—and this, it seems, is. the photograph is artful; a tempting combination of nudity and sophistication.

he knows as much from his attempt at photography, years ago.

if a woman in duplicity wanted to draw his interest, this would be a good way. but, he doesn't recognize anything about this woman, and especially not her handle. that won't stop him from speaking up, shameless, about having viewed the photo.]

I don't think you meant to send this to me. It's all right. I'll delete the message.

[his voice is quite deep, professional and cool.]

[this is not the first time this week diana has gotten a message like this, and she's certain it won't be the last. she sighs to herself before answering, considering just throwing her phone out before any more damage can be done.

but she does answer.]

I didn't, and I would appreciate that.

[and getting rid of all of those nice photos?]

Of course. Don't spare it another thought.

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handle: archer | text ... backdated to after tumenalia because I am slow

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handle: Ντιάνα (forward-dated to the 22nd)

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