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Addressing @Astarte@Mr President@AThousandCurses

Kelemen Valentin


Budapest
District II - Tomb of Gül Baba


Adina's words snapped Kelemen out of his induced shock and surprise. At first, he was at loathe to tell anyone or anything to run away, or to flee from battle. But at the same time, he could not help but feel a gnawing sensation at his heart, that he was being a hindrance, that he had been made a fool of, that everything he valued and held was somehow mocked and tossed aside like wind.

But it was not Adina's words that did it, nor the fact that Lancer had tried to protect him when he was the one who had brought her to battle. It was neither of these factors that shook the young boy.

Instead, it was the grasping jaws of death that descended upon him and Lancer. Grasping jaws of death, fierce, primal. Kelemen had envisioned a noble contest of wits. Of courage, heroism and skill. This was none of that. These were the jaws of an animal, a beast. Designed to tear and rip a human apart until it was nothing more than chunks of meat.

It wasn't out of obedience, out of courage, out of thought in general, but instead it was out of fear the Kelemen raised his hand, holding out his marked hand as if it would somehow protect him.

"Lancer!" he shouted almost desperately, a far cry from the confidence he had when he had tried to call his larger companion."Bring us to safety!"


Addressing @Astarte@Mr President@AThousandCurses

Kelemen Valentin


Budapest
District II - Tomb of Gül Baba


Kelemen had opened his mouth several times, each time with a retort, statement or even desperate declaration to make. Each and every one of his statements died in his throat. Some because someone with more presence than a literal child did spoke before he could. Others, it was because he lost confidence in his own words in the mere moments it would have taken for it to have travelled from brain to mouth.

As a result, even when he was directly addressed, Kelemen could do nothing but open and close his mouth several times, standing dumbstruck as revelations, truths and realities were revealed to him. To him, some of the words were mysteries to him, the ideas and harsh truths superficial. Kelemen would certainly say he was more than prepared to die. He would have said it loudly, proudly, as if it were a matter of course. After all, all heroes were prepared to be hurt, and even die, if it meant protecting something, weren't they?

Could it really be called a lie if the liar really believed what they themselves were saying? Could they lie about something they did not even truly understand?

The clash of the servants, however, brought his confused, muddled thoughts crashing into the moment again. The force from the two trading a single blow pushed Kelemen back, forcing him to dig in his heels in order to remain where he was. His right arm was in front of his face, trying to protect his eyes from the force of the wind.

It was then that he saw it. The trickle of blood that was running down his partner's arm. That singular notice brought his attention crashing back down to the here and now. All of his previous thoughts were pushed out of his mind as a singular focus, something to grasp onto and prevent him from focusing on the challenging questions, burst into his consciousness.

His partner was hurt. He needed to help.

Raising his arm in the air, Kelemen prepared to shout, almost as if partly in defiance, partly as an answer to Adina's questioning of who he was and her airing of his ignorance, he shouted.

"Come forth, Mechanized Courage Lor-!"

He did not get the chance to finish what he was about to say. The reason for that was simple - his partner had suddenly scooped him up, and the two of them were now in swift retreat. Kelemen let out a small indignant shout of protest, but could do not much else.



Addressing @Astarte@Mr President@AThousandCurses

Kelemen Valentin


Budapest
District II - Tomb of Gül Baba


"Justice Force Spectronizer!" Kelemen corrected his partner even as he continued to look at the marks on his hands. Undeniably, the pain had come from the symbols on his hand - the symbols of his participation in the Holy Grail War. What this meant, he wasn't sure, but it undeniably meant that something was surely about to happen.

And just like that, preoccupied by the thoughts swirling around his adolescent mind, he missed the seemingly uncharacteristic expression his partner had briefly expressed on her face even as she took his hand and proceeded to guide him to an unknown location. Startled by the sudden movement, Kelemen was about to ask what the matter was when the answer presented itself in front of him.

A woman was standing before him - or rather, before both him and Ilya. Judging by how Ilya was gazing at the spot next to the woman rather than the woman herself, Kelemen guessed that this was one of those instances where the servant chose to hide themselves from public view, rather than blending in the old fashioned way. He remembered hearing the explanations, and how he had told Ilya he didn't feel comfortable talking to someone others couldn't necessarily see.

While he frowned that he was probably the only one who didn't know what the fourth person in this little encounter looked like, Kelemen shook that out of his head when a much greater insult to his young naive mind made its way to his ears.

"I'm not a kid!" Kelemen protested with all the dignity and insistence of a young child who was exactly that. The immature pout soon disappeared from his face, however, replaced by an excited smile and the look of someone who had met a new friend rather than an enemy in a mortal battle to the death.

"But of course I know what I'm getting myself into!" Kelemen said with that excited smile as he stepped in front of Ilya's stance and started walking towards the other master who had shown herself. Any proper combatant would have taken the opportunity to try and unleash a sudden first strike. To try and slip in some form of sneaky advantage. To try and take the enemy by surprise.

Kelemen offered Adina his hand.

"You're participating in the Holy Grail War too, right!?" Kelemen asked as if he was asking if someone was about to participate in the same hockey game. "I'm Kelemen! Let's all do our best so neither of us has any regrets, no matter who wins!"


Addressing @Astarte
Indirectly Addressing @Mr President@AThousandCurses

Kelemen Valentin


Budapest
District II - Near Mechwart Park


The past few days had certainly be a blur for the young child - although considering what he had plunged himself into, that could hardly be unexpected. Far from the speechless heroes he had inherited from his families, he had called into this world a living, breathing legend of the past. A figure who had achieved great things in life, immortalized in legend and mythology for their deeds.

He was in the presence of a real hero.

As such, even the usually excitable and energetic Kelemen was uncharacteristically subdued at first, trying to figure out how to approach this larger than life figure. That had been a few days ago, however, and now the eager young master was showing his new partner around the city, showing her all of his favourite spots. With an excited spring in his step, he held the hand of his companion as they walked through the streets together, with his free hand gesturing towards a park in the midst of the buildings. From what anyone would see, it would be the exact image of a young child leading their older sibling or parent along on a pleasant adventure.

"And that right there is Mechwart park!" Kelemen said in an excited voice, pointing at the garden as they walked. "I don't usually come here, but sometimes- ow!"

Suddenly, the steps halted. Letting go of his partner's hand, Kelemen gingerly held his right hand with his left, his eyes wincing in discomfort.

"My hand hurt for a moment." he explained, almost apologetic he let go of his partner's hand for a moment. "I'm not sure why... I feel like the crest is hurting!"




It's been a while since I've been around; I think I'll throw my hat in the ring for this


@Beloss
I saw~
Welp, back for like 30 minutes, immediately raised another death flag on Amedea.

Btw, if I just completely derailed something or ruined something please let me know so I can edit.
@Beloss@PKMNB0Y@KoL

"Stop this at once."

Amedea, despite having spaced out for a good amount of time, knew perfectly well what had happened - or rather, could surmise it well. For all she knew, she could have just given her berserker incentive to murder her on the spot - at this point, she did not care. Either Sinfjotli would get himself - and er, by extension, her - killed by starting a fight right here and now or he would kill her directly; it was simply that in her position it seemed the best choice - rather, the one with the most likely chance of survival - to put her foot down instead of letting him escalate the situation.

"Berserker, I gave you permission to defend your honor as you see fit, that much is true. For all I know, he may actually have cheated. Nevertheless, you are my servant and I will not have you acting in such an unsightly manner over losing a match. Do I make myself clear?"

Although she made no direct reference, she placed her left hand over towards her right, right over the three command seals which were emblazoned on the back of her hand. Although she said nothing, the subtle message should be clear.
I AM STILL TOTALLY ALIVE

It's just that this is the last week of the semester for me, so I should be back this weekend. I'm sorryfor disappearing on everyone ;w;
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