A familiar atmosphere.
The cries of the helpless, cut short by gunfire. The smell of gunpowder and explosives.
And permeating it all, the stench of death.
"I'm home." Emiya Shirou snipes.
His muscles cringes as he forces himself to his feet, sore from whatever just happened to him. But still, he feels good. Solid. Whole.
He has a body again. A living, breathing, flesh and blood body. It feels amazing.
He clenches his fist, staring at his dark skin. He doesn't feel diminished in the slightest compared to the his time in the Throne. Body and mind, they feel as strong as they've ever been. He is at his peak, and then some.
He allows himself a smile, thanking whoever granted this miracle.
'You're welcome.' Something whispers beneath his awareness.
But this isn't the time for this. His eyes hardens as he sees the slaughter around him. Men, women and children gunned down in a corner, slaughtered mercilessly. On the other side, men in muilitary uniform lays equally dead.
And in the middle of it all, there she is. Green hair spilling from an expensive straightjacket, she is different from the rest. She feels otherworldly, a presence not unlike that an elemental spirit. Or a Servant.
But she is flesh and blood, just like everybody else in the ruined warehouse. And just like them, she appears to be quite dead.
Emiya rolls over her body gently revealing a tatoo circling her head, like a crown she'll can never take off. The bullethole in her forehead doesn't mar her looks in the slightest.
'She'll do.'
The urge to touch her is sudden and compelling and he kneel to caress her face.
-Contact-
There is a discharge like a power surge, a rush of electricity that flows from him and into the woman. Her body jerks and jumps into his arms, the bullet lodged in her brain spewed out with great force and the hole mends at an astounding rate. Her eyes snaps open and she stares with eyes of ruby, face blooming in a wide grin.
Then another jolt and her eyes turn gold. She is closed to him now, cold and distant. "If you want to touch longer, you'll have to pay. "
Mmh. His hand is resting on her breast. It's slightly more than a handful. Very nice.
[]Oh god! She was dead, and now she's alive. The dead are rising! Run away!
[]You've just witnessed a miracle! Bow down before your savior and praise her.
[]Why resist the temptation? Squeeze.
[]Write-in
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It's 5 AM and I have a meeting in three hours. Nothing could go wrong.
