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柳洞寺

「Ryuudou Temple」



Birds. Daylight. Wind which caresses leaves and branches, and yet what she hears louder than anything, standing here impassively, is the deafening quiet of the temple. She's been idle long enough that it's gradually become clearer and clearer to her. Even as the Masters and their Servants known to her make their way into this place and find their spots to take up residence, it's here, in this gateway, that she has become all the more aware of how important it was to seize this area. These leylines, this mystic quality to the air... Lancer drops her arms to her side after having remained as still as a statue leaned against the gate's interior for hours, then raises them and folds them over her chest again. Opposite of before, this time.

Boring.

That shouldn't be the sort of feeling rising to the surface for one as versed in meditation as her, but it is. Because like every other quality, it's for refining, preparing or reflecting. The embroidered lance impaled into the dirt beside her, the position they've taken here and their strange alliance; they're all supposedly a means to an end. A falling-in-line so as to produce some orderliness for an orderless war. The competition for the Holy Grail and for her Master's desire is a trial by combat. Yet, there isn't any combat.

There has been news of the German's brash actions and of the odd, overall picture of the situation that's developed. But, that's all.

There has been no one to defend the temple from despite this much time passing.

No aggressor. No challenger. No contest. There are no apparent ploys.

Lancer, with all things considered, is unquestionably disappointed in spite of her quiet, calm demeanor. At her heart and core, she is a warrior who spent so much of her life fighting. In service and solely for her Sultan, yes, but nonetheless she fought. Conquered. Emerged victorious, over and over and over, and in doing so she paved a way into a place in which a shining standard could be set for all that would follow her. Yet in this war, her and her allies have been given this important place for lack of contest or response.

To her, as a once-Admiral, she sees a supposed battle that is being won before it even begins.

And it disappoints her.

After a while, she cants her head to the side to crack her neck and stands up straight, taking her left hand away from her chest to swipe at the shaft of her makeshift lance and wrench it from the temple's dirt. She walks forward a few strides with it until she's taken a single step down the Ryuudou Temple's impressively long ascent, then sits down on the edge of the highest step and drapes her arms over her legs.

"Don't worry, Uva. It's fine."
柳洞寺

「Ryuudou Temple」



She doesn't interrupt her. In the silence, her calm expression cracks open along the wry upturn of the corner of her lips. Lancer removes her right arm from across her chest and turns the underside of her forearm up, idly flexing her fingers and the muscles of her wrist. She wonders if there's such a thing as stiffness for what she is, in this day and age. Will she never hear the sound of her knuckles cracking again? Well. Maybe in a day or two.

"Uva von Einzbern."

There is a brief pause and she presses her risen hand's thumb and forefinger together. A bit of rubbing, as if she's testing something between the pads of her digits. Or is she just... looking at her nails? It doesn't matter to her, but it's interesting to look over herself. These aren't her decorated clothes. The symbols of an admiral aren't at the cuffs of her wrists. She's speaking aloud and her tone is lighthearted. "... Relax. You have your Servant's unconditional loyalty." A bit of a formal statement to assuage her seeming concerns, before her manner of speech becomes a bit more casual. She snickers.

"I actually like how it rolls off the tongue——your name, I mean." She folds her arms again and leans her head back against the temple's gate. She's fine standing where she is. Whatever her Master believes a Servant on guard should act like, she's sure she'll realize that it's entirely unnecessary. Especially in their situation.

She's seen all manners of attempts on her life. She cants her head in the woman's direction and looks over toward her. "I'm sorry. Scribes always worked while things were quiet. I thought it'd be the same for the kind of work you're doing."
柳洞寺

「Ryuudou Temple」



The sun is rising. It's the first time she'll have felt it on her face like this in five-hundred years——though. It isn't genuine, is it? The sensation of the wind on her skin, the first warm rays light splashing the wall and warming the stone she's sitting on, the... ... ...

... well. It doesn't matter. It's close enough.

Lancer(Ruler) pulls down on the front of her red scarf, breathes in, breathes out and pulls her dangling legs up onto the crest of the temple's gate so that she can stand. In her left hand is a spear, seemingly gold from its base to its tip. There is an absence of any sort of flare between its shaft and its edge——in terms of design, it's a simple weapon. It is the most fitting kind of weapon that could have been made for a woman who has never held an outstanding spear in her life. The shallow carvings present all over give it the appearance of being covered in leaves. A subtle aesthetic. There's a red cloth tied around it at the middle, the same color as her scarf.

She spins it once, testing its weight for the dozenth time as it pivots over her fingers and lands against her palm with a smack. She grips it, lets it rest with its tip pointed downward and looks all around herself. The temple is quiet aside from chirping birds waking from their rest to accompany the break of day. It's pleasant and, as well, is the ideal morning thus far that they'd set out for.

No disturbances.

No looming presence. As far as she can tell at least. She rolls her shoulders and turns away from the lengthy ascent of stairs that lead up to the temple's gates and hops forward, falling through the air for a brief moment and landing with her feet in the courtyard. Simply standing here and gazing out over the place is enough to justify the thought that this is a "place worth seizing." Even if the land underneath of her feet wasn't of such ideal quality for a mage's work——or a Caster's——it's a good position to hold solely on the merit of the terrain. A single entrance with the advantage of high ground for whoever is defending is incredibly convenient.

She honestly can't believe it's being practically given to her and her allies. She raises her free hand to brush a couple locks of black-and-white hair out of her face, then turns and takes the brief few strides to the gate. There, she stabs her spear into the ground, folds her arms and leans against its interior to settle in. She'll still be here for a while, so she might as well get comfortable.
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