I've been staring (and snarling) at the first couple lines of the next Hime-sertion scene for the last couple of days, but it's just not working. Rrrg.
Anyway, I'm hoping that this'll at least make me feel better.
Not that there wouldn't be things it'd be better to be working on, but...
*sigh* Dammit.
Matou Sakura stumbled and fell heavily against the closed door leading to her room. For a moment, she caught her breath against the surge of pain, then gasped in relief as it began to fade back to mere agony. The motion needed to stop leaning on the wood and twist the knob to open it sent bolts of fire screaming across every nerve of the moving muscles, as was always the case after one of her grandfather's training sessions, and she didn't even notice that the room wasn't empty until she had already staggered halfway to the bed.
Seeing her this way disturbed her brother badly, and so he never... came to her room... until she'd had a chance to recover. The surprise broke her concentration and made her stumble again, but a pair of hands - one hard and one firm, but both gentle - caught her shoulders and braced her upright before she could fall.
"Are you all right, my master?"
Her vision had tunneled badly, and all that was left was green. "F-fine."
Her rescuer hissed dissaprovingly, and stepped to one side to start helping her towards her bed. "Here," he said, in a voice that made it clear he didn't believe her in the slightest. "Why don't you lie down a bit - it should help."
Well she could have told him that. She'd done this all too many times before. When she was resting as comfortably as she'd be capable of for the next couple of hours, she turned her head on its pillow and looked at him as he stepped back respectfully.
He was tall - standing, she'd only have come up to his shoulder - and broad-shouldered, with western features, dark hair pulled back away from his face, and round little glasses. Anything else about his appearance, though, was hidden by the floor length dark green cloak that swallowed his entire form below the neck.
"Thank you," she whispered, and he smiled.
Probably the F/SN production team has a fixed official height for Sakura, but I haven't been able to find what it is. My best guess from spot-checking the series is that she's about Saber's height - call it 5' 1".
A note on Caster's use of language - he avoids English loan-words whenever possible, even to the extent of using the Japanese words for 'servant' and 'master' when nobody else does.
I hate to give out spoilers, but the Opposition's gambit this time through was to essentially double the Grail War - that is, 14 Servants and 14 Masters - then stack the deck so that the extra seven were... their sort of people. Thing is, though, I don't know who they were, exactly.
Ideas? At this point I need at least character seeds for... *counts* eight Masters and six Servants. Dunno if I'll use all of them, but it's best to be prepared.
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
Anyway, I'm hoping that this'll at least make me feel better.
Not that there wouldn't be things it'd be better to be working on, but...
*sigh* Dammit.
Matou Sakura stumbled and fell heavily against the closed door leading to her room. For a moment, she caught her breath against the surge of pain, then gasped in relief as it began to fade back to mere agony. The motion needed to stop leaning on the wood and twist the knob to open it sent bolts of fire screaming across every nerve of the moving muscles, as was always the case after one of her grandfather's training sessions, and she didn't even notice that the room wasn't empty until she had already staggered halfway to the bed.
Seeing her this way disturbed her brother badly, and so he never... came to her room... until she'd had a chance to recover. The surprise broke her concentration and made her stumble again, but a pair of hands - one hard and one firm, but both gentle - caught her shoulders and braced her upright before she could fall.
"Are you all right, my master?"
Her vision had tunneled badly, and all that was left was green. "F-fine."
Her rescuer hissed dissaprovingly, and stepped to one side to start helping her towards her bed. "Here," he said, in a voice that made it clear he didn't believe her in the slightest. "Why don't you lie down a bit - it should help."
Well she could have told him that. She'd done this all too many times before. When she was resting as comfortably as she'd be capable of for the next couple of hours, she turned her head on its pillow and looked at him as he stepped back respectfully.
He was tall - standing, she'd only have come up to his shoulder - and broad-shouldered, with western features, dark hair pulled back away from his face, and round little glasses. Anything else about his appearance, though, was hidden by the floor length dark green cloak that swallowed his entire form below the neck.
"Thank you," she whispered, and he smiled.
Probably the F/SN production team has a fixed official height for Sakura, but I haven't been able to find what it is. My best guess from spot-checking the series is that she's about Saber's height - call it 5' 1".
A note on Caster's use of language - he avoids English loan-words whenever possible, even to the extent of using the Japanese words for 'servant' and 'master' when nobody else does.
I hate to give out spoilers, but the Opposition's gambit this time through was to essentially double the Grail War - that is, 14 Servants and 14 Masters - then stack the deck so that the extra seven were... their sort of people. Thing is, though, I don't know who they were, exactly.
Ideas? At this point I need at least character seeds for... *counts* eight Masters and six Servants. Dunno if I'll use all of them, but it's best to be prepared.
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"