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RIDER | Μέδουσα ([personal profile] kidemonas) wrote in [community profile] themainframe2013-10-19 09:54 pm

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[The D-Terminal switches on to the face of a Gabumon, looking very proud of himself to add. The image bounces a lot as he moves across the room.]

There! It's working Master!


Please stop calling me Master- [A woman's voice came from the other side of the camera. The tone was cold, planned, as if she's had to repeat this before. Finally the camera settles and the woman is placed within the shot. She looks directly at the camera, even though she was wearing a blindfold.]

It's starting!

I fail to see the use in broadcasting this.

Don't you want to introduce yourself to the other Chosen?

No. [Bluntly said. Actually she was after the complete opposite, as anonymity was worth more as an asset in this situation.]

Well...how else are you going to find out about any of those words? It's not like you can listen in on people until they pop up in conversation, right?

[SILENCE]

[For some reason, the air feels really heavy suddenly. Surely, that couldn't have been what she was planning...right?]


U-um...Master?

Do not call me Master. [The command was becoming a pattern. And since the silence was broken anyway.] Prana. Nobel Phantasm. Fuyuki City. [She chooses her words carefully. They need to be specific enough so the understanding does not stray, yet used so that civilians cannot easily discern their meaning.] I require information from those who recognize those exact terms. Privately.

Is that really all you have to say?

Yes. There is nothing else for me to learn. [Follow the one trail, it was bound to take her where she needs to go. Besides. Anything else would reveal more information publicly that she would rather keep quiet. The Fifth War was still going on. Her location had changed, but that didn't mean she wasn't the only one this happened to.]

Aren't you worried about your friends?

[SILENCE. AGAIN.]

[And there's that really heavy atmosphere again too. Gabumon looks confused; okay sure the first time was a given, but what could he have possibly said to upset her this time?]

[And finally-]
Matou. Emiya. Tousaka. Einzbern. Kotomine. [Okay she isn't even listing friends anymore.] I require information available that pertains to those names. Knowledge of the terms I gave before is not necessary. [Her head turns to Gabumon.] Now I am done.

[Said all that she needed, Rider leaves the frame completely, leaving Gabumon to settle the issue of turning it off.]

W-wait! Master! You forgot to introduce yourself!
[Nope. She's not coming back.] I-I guess she didn't see it was still going. [Hurriedly, Gabumon bows to the camera.] I'm Gabumon, and the lady from before is my master, Rider. I know it's a strange name, but please treat her kindly. [There was the sound of a door opening and closing in the background.] W-wait for me! Where are you going?! [Feed terminated.]
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[personal profile] codes 2013-10-23 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Half a year ago, give a few extra days.

[ Her response is distant as she thinks of what it means to be away from her world for that long. Has it collapsed into despair by now due to the terrorism wrought about by the Harways? ]

There's likely less than ten of us that remain from that initial batch. Since then it seems to be a monthly occurrence.
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[personal profile] codes 2013-10-28 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, so you kind of fancied me is what you're saying? [ Ufufu. ]

Well Rider-san, I'm afraid we've never really met before. [ Adding the honorific on for emphasis. ] So if you could sense my presence, I'd have to ask what you were doing by doing so in the first place.
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[personal profile] codes 2013-10-30 11:17 am (UTC)(link)
I've heard of the Emiya family before, but they weren't all that significant. I think one of them was notorious for being a magi hunter of some sort--but besides that, I haven't lived anywhere I could call a home for a long, long time.

--But who is this Master of yours?