[ The figures that surround Irisviel look exactly like her - same hair, same red eyes, same build, same bust size except their eyes were blank and emotionless. Some of them even had traces of black ooze around their mouths and eyes, the muck of the Holy Grail for those who recognised it. They floated naked around her, their necks and arms bent in awkward angles, like they had no sense of moving as humans.
Irisviel looks uneasy, her red eyes moist as if she were holding back tears. The homunculi start speaking, in Iri's own voice to form a horrid chamber of echoes. ]
You failed... you failed as the Grail.
Jubstacheit will take Illya away.
Jubstacheit will kill Kiritsugu.
Failure is not an option
You are not human.
[ They start shambling towards her, the crunch of glass very audible. Someone with quicker wits than Irisviel should probably step in, because she's filled with the weight of many regrets. ]
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE
[ She's breathing heavily, trying not to get too fatigued but these dancers were far too agile for her to hit. Irisviel's not sure why they're so fast, to the point that none of her stat modifier spells will hit. So she retreats to the back of the theatre, hiding in the shadows to try and recoup her mana. ]
I don't know what we have to do to hit them.
[ she says, looking at her companion. ]
I know as a King I'm not the fastest but my spells are faster than me.
[ Was that a hint of frustration in her voice? Just a bit. ]
Any ideas?
AFTERMATH
It's a little sad...
[ she says to herself at the dungeon entrance. Irisviel has always been better in the aftermath of these dungeons, her healing powers lending themselves to helping the other heroes get back on their feet. The warming aura of her magic is in stark contrast to the crystal shards around them, and she's happy to simply share mana with people, heal their wounds and talk with them. ]
Ledo seemed like he loved Alumina with all his heart, but it seems like Nerea had other plans for them.
Irisviel von Einzbern | OTA | King
[ The figures that surround Irisviel look exactly like her - same hair, same red eyes, same build, same bust size except their eyes were blank and emotionless. Some of them even had traces of black ooze around their mouths and eyes, the muck of the Holy Grail for those who recognised it. They floated naked around her, their necks and arms bent in awkward angles, like they had no sense of moving as humans.
Irisviel looks uneasy, her red eyes moist as if she were holding back tears. The homunculi start speaking, in Iri's own voice to form a horrid chamber of echoes. ]
You failed... you failed as the Grail.
Jubstacheit will take Illya away.
Jubstacheit will kill Kiritsugu.
Failure is not an option
You are not human.
[ They start shambling towards her, the crunch of glass very audible. Someone with quicker wits than Irisviel should probably step in, because she's filled with the weight of many regrets. ]
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE
[ She's breathing heavily, trying not to get too fatigued but these dancers were far too agile for her to hit. Irisviel's not sure why they're so fast, to the point that none of her stat modifier spells will hit. So she retreats to the back of the theatre, hiding in the shadows to try and recoup her mana. ]
I don't know what we have to do to hit them.
[ she says, looking at her companion. ]
I know as a King I'm not the fastest but my spells are faster than me.
[ Was that a hint of frustration in her voice? Just a bit. ]
Any ideas?
AFTERMATH
It's a little sad...
[ she says to herself at the dungeon entrance. Irisviel has always been better in the aftermath of these dungeons, her healing powers lending themselves to helping the other heroes get back on their feet. The warming aura of her magic is in stark contrast to the crystal shards around them, and she's happy to simply share mana with people, heal their wounds and talk with them. ]
Ledo seemed like he loved Alumina with all his heart, but it seems like Nerea had other plans for them.