Quote:Well, his hair may look like it's going a bit grey in places, but other than that he looks pretty much the way he did during the War. I'm blaming Avalon for this, and citing artistic license.
Nice work i'm just a little curious about Shiro's appearance at the moment.. we know hes going the way of the Archer... but I find myself guessing at what his face currently looks like.. is it a combination of archer and shiro's features?
Now, keep in mind, this Shiro isn't going to take the role of Archer, even if he's carrying/merged with the Heroic Spirit. Doesn't mean I don't like the character design. Hell, I've got Daybreak plot points set up that end up with him looking like a slightly younger incarnation of the cynical bugger (because Merlin=white hair, if nothing else).
Quote:I imagine she and Erstin would get along swimmingly. Hmm ... *scribbles down an idea for a 'what if Hotaru's DDRing of Pharaoh 90 didn't kill her but made her skip Realities and land in Mai-Otome?' fic*
The little firefly is just too sweet, in't she folks?
Quote:Yeah, the Grail in SM lore - IIRC, it was called when the three Talismans were brought together. Understandably, given the Grail War, Shiro isn't very fond of that particular myth's appearance.
Are we talking about the Talismans here? or something altogether?
Hell, if you want a SNAFU, might as well have Shiro and Hotaru act the part of the Menace of the Season ... or at least be taken for such by Pluto, based on his reaction to the Grail's name being dropped.
file#5 would likely have been something out of Kannazuki no Miko, but since I haven't gotten around to actually watching quite yet, I give you ...
TOD or A crusader's work is never done.
Don't see the target. Don't focus on the target.
Feel the target ...
"... be the target," two voices said, in concert.
There was a rush of air as the projectile shot through it, slicing past the cluttered rooftops of the Hong Kong skyline, undeneath a water tower, between two rails of a fire-escape, through a flock of pigeons in flight, and finally slamming cleanly into its intended target.
"Good shot," Shiro commented. One of the things he'd retained not exactly from the Heroic Spirit itsef but from the Class it had mostly identified with was the sort of eyesight one would find in a bird of prey.
This made the feat he'd just witnessed even more impressive. He could have duplicated it, yes, but to the archer who'd shot _this_ arrow the target was little more than a hazy shape the details of which she could barely identify from where she'd loosed.
That, plus the fact that the arrow she'd used had been a bit on the unstable side, or normally would have been for a shot at something that far away.
"Oi! Shiroooooo!"
A pink-haired missile shot from the rooftop's entrance, grabbed his arm, and started pulling.
And actually making some headway until he set himself and tugged said 'missile' up to hang from his arm.
"Hey! Whatcha do that for?" the girl let go, landed in a crouch, and tried to sweep Shiro's legs out from under him. Sadly for her, he'd been expecting that sort of reaction, and the worst he got from it was a thwack on the shin of his forward leg.
"Not bad, but you should know better by now, chibiko," sure, the nickname infuriated her, but he was pretty certain it was more than 90% faked fury. "Footwork ..."
"... footwork, more footwork," the girl groused. "But Shiro, _food_!"
"What, you mean the take-out's here?"
"No, I mean make us some!"
"Wait, who was supposed to get the ... oh," Shiro rubbed his forehead. "Maggie. Right."
Likely that she'd gotten distracted. Again. Oh well.
"Ara ara, Shiro-kun is going to cook today?" the blond woman who'd just completed the difficult shot asked from beside them, with a sort of enthusiasm that, while bubbly, was actually rather infectuous.
Emiya Shiro chuckled, despite the mixed bag of good and bad memories that was his arrival in this Reality that Was.
As always, into conflict. And again, into fire. And, a second time, in close vicinity of a deathly frightened little girl.
And those bits had, in their usual fashion, proved to be little more than the tip of an iceberg.
Somehow, he'd gotten entangled in another foolish crusade.
Well, no. Gotten implied that it had been somehow done to him. Not true. He'd gone into this fully congnizant of what it was likely to turn into.
Again, if he hadn't done so, the person leaving would no longer be Emiya Shiro.
"Aa. Let's see what we can come up with, then," he ruffled the chibiko's hair, before racing down into the building ahead of a bundle of pink-haired outrage as Anita tried to chase him down and make him pay for crimes real and imagined.
Michelle Cheung just followed at her own pace, wondering if she'd have time to read five, or maybe *gasp* even six chapters of that new Harry Potter book before Shiro-kun was done with the cooking.
Ladies and gents, I give you Emiya Shiro in Trace Or Die.
-Griever
When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force.
When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm