Home Sweet Home (sheyra;closed)

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

Vrooooooom… within the slick, obsidian-colored surface belonged to a rider-helmet, the reflection of both the moon and the city’s artificial illumination flowed together erratically as though they were trapped inside a lava lamp. From the pace of the flowing, one could assume that the motorcycle was treading the desolate highway at 100 miles per hour, swiftly speeding past the dimmed orange light as it ventured around the curvy trail toward the mountains. The rider herself had a feminine figure, a figure that her suit certainly could not contain.

Although Tsubame was never one to flaunt her physical beauty in public settings, she certainly could not suppress herself when she is behind the wheels. It’s the only time one might see the super disciplined priestess letting herself be tainted by the earthly enjoyment. Even though she knew that tonight was an extremely important night for herself as a to-be summoner, she couldn’t help but to don her yellow, tiger helmet and went out for a brief ride with the intention of speeding home to change and getting started on her summoning ceremony once she has had her fun.

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“Eryas der montes, sink thy fang into mine virgin flesh and enrich them in the taste of maiden blood, however, I ask that from the blissful depth grant me the Sword of Salvarious, a weapon in which eats away at the flesh of heathens and banish their impurity into the kingdom of the damned. VESTO RHIA!” With her slender pale hand fully emerged from her kimono sleeve, the woman elegantly reached for her scared branch and casted a powerful spell onto the crimson diagram carved into the floor beneath her. She then grabbed a knife and drawn a slit across her arm, letting her maiden blood empower the spell circle that her bare feet are directly exposed to. Momentarily, a powerful rush of magic stilled the air as raw mana leaked from the circle, pulling everything within its radius up toward the ceiling. However, this only lasted for a brief moment as Tsubame was pulled down by gravity once more.

Opening her eyes, the woman was able to witness the unworldly process of summoning. Right inside the center of the magic circle, a warm, violet radiance could be seen slowly merging into the slender figure of a girl. Then as the form becomes more solidified, the radiance became blinding, turning Tsubame’s field of vision completely white. Once the light disappeared, the room’s lighting return to that of the few candles placed around the room. Because her vision was still impaired from the summoning, Tsubame struggled to make out the outline of a girl standing in front of her. Since her sight was extremely limited, she decided to touch the back of her left hand to confirm her status as a summoner. The command signs were all there, in fact, there was even a sharp burning sensation that went with the obvious physicality which could be felt by mere touching.

“O-noble spirit of war, of what name might I call thee?” still struggling to maintain the focus of her vision, Tsubame attempted to communicate with what she summoned to the earthly realm.

[Sheyra Travies]

The first thing she felt was a faint pull, a subtle calling from the grail, awakening her mind and spirit. Compelled to answer the call, the heroic spirit accepted the mana granted her by the Holy Grail, and she existed once again on mortal soil. It was a strange feeling, as the mana coalesced into solid form, her physical body created from seeming nothingness. At first it was just a lifeless shell, but as her spirit entered that shell, it came to life, the formless body taking shape and becoming recognizable as the Heroic Spirit Sheyra Travies.

She opened her eyes for the first time in many years, two red orbs faintly glowing outwards as she took in her surroundings. The glow faded after a moment as her mana settled, the final aspects of the spell completing and the flow of mana from the Grail cutting off. Her sharp eyes were able to make out more than the usual human would be able to see in the dimly lit room, and she smiled as her eyes fell upon the woman in front of her, shooting down to the small movement on the woman's hand and confirming the presence of the Command Spells. Another brief moment would confirm the small flow of mana between the woman and herself, confirming that this was indeed her Master.

"I am Servant Archer, here to serve you in the hopes that we can both win this Holy Grail War together." She grinned as she leaned back casually against the wall at her back. "And what's your name, Master? Or Mistress, if you prefer?"

The girl was clearly quite laid back, but there was no denying the power and grace that rippled through her body. Fine, toned muscles and a slender but womanly build hidden underneath a low cut dark jacket and a short, somewhat darker skirt. She couldn't be no more than twenty, and she bore no visible weapon, though a Servant could call forth their weapon at any given moment if needed. She had long, vibrant red hair, clearly well taken care of and groomed meticulously, that fell nearly to her waist. The only aspect of her that looked inhuman were her eyes; strange, red eyes, that seemed to almost glow in the dark. In fact, they had certainly been glowing faintly moments ago, though one could deduce that that was more a factor of the mana running through her veins, rather than a natural phenomenon.

And finally, a single, simple ring worn on her left ring finger, a small ruby glistening on the silver band. It wouldn't stand out ordinarily, but it was the only piece of jewelry the girl had, and it didn't really fit in with the outfit. It was a powerful magical item, one that many mages worth their salt would give almost anything to study. The ring of anti-fire. Through magical means long lost to the world, it shielded its wearer and their possessions from heat and flames; supposedly in days long past, it had been tested and proven to stand up to even the most powerful of fire magics. And it had been lost to the world, its existence only theorized in myth and legend, never proven.

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

Once clarity returned to her eyes, Tsubame straightened her posture as she affixed her staring onto the being which she had just summoned. Although the girl was rather youthful in appearance and obviously blessed with smooth white skin that is unbelievably perfect, she certainly did not look Japanese or anything remotely close to the oriental race. Hearing the girl speaking the standard, modern-days Japanese, the priestess concluded that it’s only natural that Holy Grail has already arranged everything in preparation for the war between its participants. Since the girl seemed like she understood the language she spoke, Tsubame let out a sigh of relief before unveiling a warm smile toward the girl’s direction. “ You may just call me Tsubame-sama, Archer. I do find the western way to address someone rather uncultured.” Pausing for a brief second, Tsubame traced her eyes toward the clock which stated that it was a little past midnight. Despite her little escapade and summoning ritual, she didn’t realize how late it was, thus the surprise. “ Ah, that’s right Archer. Since I live alone in this mansion, I would like you to remain in your non-spiritual form as much as possible and hopefully help this old woman out. So! Let me show you where you’ll be spending your night from now on.”

Leaving the room where the ceremony took place, the two went out into a narrowed corridor with minimal lighting, showing them an equally as narrowed staircase leading up to a bright opening. Once they emerged from the stairs, the sight of a lavished Japanese interior come into view. It was none other than the grand dining/living room, completed with a small table and cushions to go along with the set. Existing the room, Tsubame led the girl into the anterior hall that has a direct access into the neat, traditional garden, glowing contently under the soft moonlight. And then they entered the interior of the estate once more, arriving at a room with the door already opened. When she flipped the lighting switch to ‘On’ the yellow radiance lit up the entire room in an instant, revealing the neatly positioned futon in the middle of the room. Looking at her servant from behind, Tsubame felt rather light-hearted that she didn’t particularly screw up the summoning process, after all, western magecraft’s concept is extremely hard to adapt for someone who primarily practices eastern divination. But even though everything was well, something was eating away at Tsubame.

As someone who has literally spent her entire life inside the traditional settings of a shrine, the attire that Archer had on her body bothered the priestess greatly, so much that when a chance presented itself, Tsubame quietly slid the door shut as her eyes flared up an evil beyond all imagination. Ambushing the girl from behind, Tsubame forced her into a Judo lock with ease, yelling out the name of the move as her hand quickly stripped Archer’s undergarment from her nether region. “ This kind of attire is unacceptable in this holy establishment.” Once everything that was on Archer’s body has been confiscated by Tsubame, leaving the girl in a ‘completely-bared’ state, the woman placed a neatly folded yukata near the door way and nudged her to change with an indescribable satisfied look on her face. Once she exited the room, Tsubame slowly slid the door closed, keeping her intense gaze on Archer, whispering gentle albeit dangerous words, “ well then, come out to the dining room was you have finished, okay?”

[Sheyra Travies]

The girl shrugged with a small smile. "Tsubame-sama it is, then." Pushing away from the wall slightly, she smiled as she took a couple of steps forward. "As long as you don't expect me to do household chores, I don't mind. I'm not a maid, after all." Not that she had any skill at household chores. A smile almost reached her lips at the thought of Tsubame asking her to do simple chores like the dishes. That would go well.

She allowed the woman to lead her out of the room, noticing the dimly lit, narrow hallways, but keeping her commentary to herself as they reached the top of the staircase. Her eyes rapidly took in the unfamiliar surroundings, the girl clearly unused to Japanese-style decor, but unimpressed nonetheless by the majestic layout. It was quite well done, of course, but she was used to similar quality, albeit different design. She nodded to herself as they made their way through the building, taking note of the layout with a warrior's eye as they moved along.

As they entered the final room, she frowned curiously as the woman stopped, stepping forward and looking about. "This is where I'll be staying? There's no bed?" Her finely tuned senses caught the stealthy sliding of the door behind her, the quick, quiet step of the Master approaching, but she kept her guard down, unworried, though quite surprised a moment later as she was suddenly in a hold. She yelped in surprise as she felt the woman's hands strip her of her panties with only a moments notice, followed by the rest of her clothes, a faint blush coming to her cheeks.

Of course, hearing the woman's reason for it brought her sense of humor right back, and she giggled softly. "We've barely even met, and you're already all over me, Tsubame-sama..." She turned, her gaze taking in the woman's satisfied appearance and the yukata on the floor, and her mind immediately deciding to continue to play as she put her bare foot in the door, keeping it from sliding shut completely as the naked girl peeked out through the crack. "Care to join me, Tsubame-sama? I promise I'll keep you entertained..." Her tone was both sultry and teasing, with a hint of amusement dancing within her scarlet eyes...

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

With the sexually teasing aimed toward Tsubame, the priestess was caught completely flatfooted. A battle could ‘almost’ be heard taking place in her head as her good and bad moralities clashed against one another. Impure thoughts invaded her mind and nearly threw her off her pious path. However, she quickly caught herself and replied with a soft chuckle in her voice. “ Archer, you’re one hundred years too early to tease me in such a way. Now be good girl and finish changing. I don’t believe spiritual forms such as yourself need worldly supplements, but from now on, I expect you to eat at the table anyways. Now don’t keep me waiting for too long.” Sliding the door completely closed, Tsubame let out a sigh of relief, wondering where children learn such vile ways to tease their elder. However, a soft smile unfolded on her face as she took her time walking along the corridor that is completely opened to the moonlit garden. From now on, things would certainly become much more exciting than it has ever been for her.

With her biggest and sharpest chef knife, Tsubame truncated the fish into bite-sized chunklets before dropping them into the boiling pot with bits and pieces of herbal flavorings floating on top. After closing the lid to the trout soup, she ran over to the traditional rice cooker and fed the bustling flame with a fresh piece of wood, letting the grains inside the pot unfold into a soft, snowy texture. Even if Archer doesn’t need to eat, Tsubame was happy to have someone to cook for in a long time. Ever since the head master of the shrine passed away, Tsubame has been continuing his lifestyle which means to devoid herself of all womanly happiness as she spends her time quietly away from the urban life, where she remains as a devout woman of god.

PHWOOOOOOOOOO!!! Once the golden kettle began to expel steam from its blowhole, Tsubame called out to Archer as she set the table. As expected, the middle of the table is a miniature stove meant to keep the soup hot as it is served. On each side of the table are bowls filled with steamy white rice made with undoubtedly THE best method for rice cooking. There were also cute china placed upside down with a pair of matching chopsticks on top of it meant to be used to contain the soup with. And of course, completing the set was the sizeable plate of sliced and salted cucumber as well as two cup of sweetened tea. Once the eating process begins, Tsubame quietly observed Archer and instructed her on what to do with the utility. It must have been something that the girl has never experienced during her lifetime. When both of them have finished eating, the priestess stared off into the distant and murmured a strange question, “Archer… what exactly sort of wish did you want fulfilled so much that you became a participant in the Holy Grail?”

[Sheyra Travies]

Archer giggled softly at Tsubame's reaction. "One hundred years too early, huh? Not as young as I look you know." She smiled as she removed her foot, allowing Tsubame to slide the door closed as she looked at the strange garment on the floor. She crouched down near it, picking up the strange thing and staring at it curiously, unfolding it... "How am I supposed to put this thing on...?" After a few moments of pondering, she shrugged, slipping the robe on. She stared at the obi for a moment... "I know I'm supposed to tie this shut with this thing, but... ah, screw it." She wrapped the fabric around her waist, tying it shut like one would a bathrobe, making her look mildly absurd. "What a stupid garment... and that woman didn't give me back my underwear either."

With a roll of her eyes, she turned, opening the door and immediately sniffing the air. "Smells nice..." And like a hungry child, she beelined towards the source, finding her way to the dining room without difficulty. She walked in right as Tsubame called her name, much to Sheyra's amusement as she looked at the woman. "You called?" She took in the way the woman was sitting, finding the idea of sitting on the floor mildly absurd but imitating it anyways at the place set for her at the low table. It took her mere moments to get the hang of using the chopsticks, her agile reflexes more than adept at such a task, and soon her food was completely gone, eaten far faster and with far fewer manners than her host. She smiled once she was done, setting the chopsticks down. "Thanks for the food."

And she leaned back as the woman asked her a more serious question than any previous. "Why did I become a Heroic Spirit? I'd rather not go into the details of it, but... I was possessed by a powerful Chaos Demon when I was young. It was impossible to remove the demon, or to defeat it once extracted, so the only method left was the seal it within me. I want to use the Grail to give myself the strength in the past to defeat the demon, rather than succumb to its power."

She smiled grimly. "But it's not all bad, Mistress. For you see, I'm still possessed. The Chaos Demon is a part of my mind, my soul. My Noble Phantasm taps into the essence of it to make me stronger, at the cost of my sanity." She smirked. "So as long as you're nowhere nearby, I won't kill you."

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

Listening in on what her servant has to say, Tsubame tried to piece things as best as she could, hoping to put the knowledge to some use when the situation calls for it. However, cutting the sophisticated conversation short as it has been a rather eventful day, the woman swiftly sent all the empty bowls, plates, and other cooking miscellaneous into the sink, hoping to clean them tomorrow morning. Looking at the clock once more, it was about a quarter until one. After she assessed Archer’s condition, she decided that there was just too late into the night and as such, too time consuming for individual bathing; and thus, grabbing the red-head at her waist and forcefully pulled her into the lavished, bathroom. Despite Tsubame’s dislike toward the western culture, she simply cannot live her life without western luxuries, one of which includes an automatic bathtub warmer that makes life so much better.

Architecturally, Tsubame’s bathroom is divided into two parts, the outermost part which is basically the standard western style toilet and counter with a sink and minor. The innermost part is floored with a material that allows water to flow down the drain without being clogged. It also host the bathtub which water’s temperature can be monitored electronically, one of the best inventions mankind has invented for the sake of convenience. Once the door was locked, Tsubame began tying her chestnut-colored hair up into a bun as she loosened the obi around her waist, letting her kimono fall toward the floor, where she picked them up and dropped them into the basket nearby. In the process of her graceful movement, she unveiled a series of curves that every woman on earth would gladly die for. Without a hint of embarrassment or reservation, a talent which she obtained from using the public baths and attending refreshing onsen trips monthly, Tsubame entered the bathing chamber nonchalantly. Once inside, she sat down atop a wooden stool and twisted the knobs that control the temperature of the water, waiting until it was perfect before she asked the red-head to come closer. “Archer? Come here, Tsubame-sama will shampoo your hair for you.”

Sitting the estranged girl down onto the stool, the woman put a yellow ring-hat around Archer’s head and began shampooing. Once the girl’s head was entirely covered in peach-scented bubbles, Tsubame used the showerhead which ran cold water to wash the shampoo off of her head. “Remember, you have to wash your hair daily with this pink bottle, after that, you have to massage your scalp with this blue bottle, and then finally afterward, washing your entire body with the yellow bottle. As a fellow priestess, you need to learn to value your body, okay?” Once Tsubame finished with her sermon about the daily routine that her servant is expected to perform, the woman quickly washed her body and emerge herself into the bathtub in a way that it will be able to accommodate both of them. Leaning her head back into the tub, Tsubame let out an exhausted sigh as she readily gave in to the slumber that has been prying at her lids since the summoning ceremony.

[Sheyra Travies]

Sheyra found herself relaxing a bit as she watched the woman quickly clearing away the dishes, but she soon found herself once more dragged into the woman's pace, almost literally, as Tsubame suddenly pulled her to her feet, grabbed her by the waist, and began to 'lead' her to the bathroom. Archer simply took it all in with an amused laugh, unresisting for the most part as she began to keep pace with Tsubame after only a moment. Of course, such moments could not go by without some sort of comment, and given the woman's earlier reaction, what type of comment was easily decided... "Tsubame-sama, you don't need to pull, I'll happily sleep with you tonight if you just ask..."

No matter the response, once the two reached the bathroom Sheyra would smile with delight upon seeing the bathtub, clapping her hands together lightly in pleasure. She quickly stripped down, clearly not self-conscious at all about her nudity, though her eyes ran over Tsubame's body with an appreciative gaze. Still, she made no comment as she set the garment aside, understanding the idea behind the shower after only a moment as she took the offered place at the stool. She felt the woman begin to lather up her hair, and closed her eyes, a small smile teasing the corners of her lips as she enjoyed the sensation. Her mind began to wander as she acknowledged the woman's words absently... "Mmm... pink for hair... blue for scalp... yellow for body... gotcha."

After her shampooing was done, she giggled softly as she grabbed Tsubame's arm before she could escape, gently spinning her onto the stool as she herself gracefully slipped off. "Not gettin' away that easy. My turn to play with your hair. Don't worry, I used to do this with my sister all the time." And she began to hum an unfamiliar but gentle melody to Tsubame's ears as she lathered the woman's hair up, ignoring any objections she might receive. She did a thorough job of it, her hands clearly practiced, leaving the priestess no room for complaint. She also washed the woman's back before she could object, taking a cloth and the yellow bottle and scrubbing it before handing the cloth to Tsubame. "Do mine too, if you could."

Once that was done, Sheyra washed the rest of herself without comment, rinsing herself off with the shower and slipping into the bath after Tsubame, a pleasured sigh escaping her lips and she sank under the water, only her head exposed. "Mmm... this is the best..." She sighed again happily, clearly relaxed now, a genuinely pleased expression on her face...

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

Although she fell asleep in the tub, a dangerous habit which she has never been able to get rid of, her head slipped off the wall and collided into the bathtub’s ivory frame, shaking her entire body awake. With drowsiness expelled from her mind, Tsubame quickly stood up and stepped out of the amazingly warm tub before it sucked her in for the rest of the night. Once she has dried herself off, Tsubame wrapped the peach-colored towel around her chest before she used another towel for her hair. When she turned toward the half-vacant tub, she saw the nice expression on her servant’s face. Leaning her shoulder against the wall and her head tilted into its hardness, Tsubame thought about how hard it was to believe that such a cute, young girl would have to participate in such a cruel and violent war.

However, before she got too attached to her summoned, Tsubame’s expression dimmed down a notch as the harsh reality hit her. The Holy Grail War does not exist to ease her lonely lifestyle; it exists as a method to determine the worthiness of mankind, a cruel game in which the winner obtains their ultimate desire while the losers pay the hefty price using their very life. But for the moment, the war has only begun; as such, Tsubame would like to enjoy her new life with an energetically cute girl at her side, fueling the perverseness inside of her. With another warm smile unfolded on her peachy lips, the priestess approached the drooling Archer as her regular self and threw her a couple of gentle pats on her flustering cheeks.

“I suppose it would be best for master and servant to sleep in the same room huh…” while they made way to Tsubame’s bedroom, the priestess murmured a weird remark with a tone that is equally as weird. “Very well Archer, you may sleep in my room from now on, as a precautionary against enemy’s ambush of course, ohoho-hohoho…” Surprisingly, Tsubame’s room was even smaller than the room she showed Archer earlier, which was just the second room on the left down the hall. However, the room’s temperature was unexpectedly warm without the heater even on, a definite redeeming feature that made up for its miniature size. Furniture-wise, the room boasts a few items which include a massive futon in the middle of the room and a low, tabled dresser with a matching mirror on top of it. There, she pulled out two plain-white yukata’s, one obviously smaller than the other which was meant for Archer’s petite frame. Without a single word, Tsubame sat Archer’s down in front of the mirror and brushed her hair. Even though it was still dampened, its silkiness was definitely there, appealing to each touch she made.

With the light turned off, the room returned to the dark state it was before the pair intruded it. Finding her way back to the futon, Tsubame could already tell that Archer has snuggled up inside the warm sheet. From the noise she made however, it seemed that the girl was not used to sleeping without a mattress. Unable to contain herself, the priestess let out a chuckle as she lay on the futon, leaning her head on the arm that stood up from the matching pillow. “Any way I look at you, you look just like any other girl to me. Although, it’s not really sympathy, I would like you to remain as a regular girl when the situation does not call for battle, okay?” With gentle words, Tsubame hoped to in her own way ease the heroic spirit along with herself. She has never been one to enjoy happiness obtained from other’s misfortune, but she has one wish she would like granted no matter the cost. Because of such, she can sort of understand Archer’s predicament.

[Sheyra Travies]

Sheyra didn't seem to respond as Tsubame smacked her head off the edge of the tub, seemingly unconcerned. The bath had always been her holy place, the place where she could unwind and relax and let the concerns of other people and the problems at hand simply slip away for a few minutes. She simply sighed again with pleasure, her eyes now closed, as she adjusted herself a bit, then remained motionless while she listened to Tsubame leave the tub, felt the gentle rippling of the water against her neck from the motions.

Of course, she had to get out eventually, and so she did, opening her eyes after a few minutes and slowly climbing out. She smiled at Tsubame, taking a nearby towel and drying herself off with it thoroughly before wrapping it around herself as Tsubame began to pull her away once more. Archer didn't seem to particularly mind all the pushiness, simply going along with the flow, the now rather relaxed girl not even making a witty comment about it this time as she was brought to the woman's room instead of her own.

She acknowledged that it would be better to sleep in the same room with a simple smile and a small comment. "Of course it's best, but I never doubted that we'd be sleeping together anyways..." She giggled softly, watching the woman closely as she tied the obi to the yukata before doing the same with her own after slipping the robe on. It wasn't perfect, but it was passable, certainly much better than her first attempt, which had been little more than a bathrobe knot.

And then she was seated at a stool in front of a mirror. She smiled, knowing the reason why before the first stroke of the brush even reached her hair, and she closed her eyes again, relaxing as each stroke of the brush passed through her long hair. It had always been such a calming, relaxing feeling, and a very... nostalgic one, too. The feeling of a nice, long hot bath with someone, of having her hair shampooed and washed, her hair brushed with meticulous care, it all brought back memories of a warm, wonderful childhood, of some of the most important people in her life, and a small smile and a truly relaxed state was the result. In fact, she was almost half-asleep from all the pampering...

After her hair was all brushed out, she crawled underneath the sheet of the futon without a word, having figured out the point of it after seeing one for the second time. She smiled at the warmth, squirming around a bit to try to get comfortable without the accustomed mattress as she lay on her side, closing her eyes. "Don't... really need to sleep..." But it was too inviting as she found herself beginning to drift off... Her eyes opened sleepily for a moment as Tsubame crawled in, a small smile touching her lips as she responded. "Mhm... of course... night, El-chan..." She was already asleep as the words left her lips...

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

For Tsubame, who has been a miko her entire life, starting the day early is still a difficult challenge. Since the pair of master and servant went to sleep around two o’clock in the morning, it took Tsubame more than pinching her face to shake the sleep from her body. Leaving the futon, Tsubame made sure to be extra quiet as she made her way toward the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, getting ready for the long day ahead of her. As per usual, Tsubame entered the bathing area doused ice-cold water over her head, letting the low temperature bite into her flesh. While she retains her body from shaking and regulating her breathing, the miko reflected on the precautionary she will be taking in order to fight the Holy Grail War. Although forming an alliance with another master seems tempting, trust is something that cannot be given out especially when it could lethally backfires at any given moment. While Tsubame was processing her train of thought, a tangential comment slipped from her mouth, “El-chan…? Who might that be I wonder…”

After her morning routine is finally completed, Tsubame tied her hair up into a neat ponytail and adorned the traditional combination of the red hakama and white haori which signifies her as a maiden of god. Since they didn’t have too much time to spare, the priestess fixed up a western breakfast course with medium toasts, orange juice, scrambled eggs with bacons, fresh lettuce, and slices of tomatoes on the side. Once she has finished setting the table, Tsubame quickly stormed her bedroom once more and pry open the blinds, letting the blinding sunray overflow the small room. Then, she grabbed onto the blanket draped over Archer and pulled it off in one go, revealing the girl’s rather… revealing state. With a mischievous grin docking her face, Tsubame extended her hand toward the girl’s face and clamp her nose, trying to get her to squirm from being unable to breathe. Once the two have had their fun, breakfast begins.

“There’s a lot to do today. Although a lot of it will be my duty as a miko, I want to drive give you a tour of our city so you can get used to the battleground. I suppose we also need to test out the magical mirror I have somewhere in my knowledge. With my divination-centric magecraft, I think it would be highly beneficial to us on the long run. As part of today’s program, we also need to create some sensitivity charm to give out to the local worshiper. To them, it’s just a charm that has been blessed, to us; it’s like a part of the radar. Ah! That also reminds me, once you finish eating, we’ll go ahead and tailor you your own Japanese clothing, Archer.” Tsubame babbled on as she ate her toast with the eggs on top of it. Once she finished eating, the woman reached over and grabbed a piece of tomato stuck to Archer’s face and put it into her mouth with an amused chuckle.

[Sheyra Travies]

The girl shifted a bit, her eyes remaining shut as she felt Tsubame get up, her ears tracking the woman's movements throughout the house absently as she lay in the futon half-asleep. The aroma of cooking breakfast wafted to her nose, and she smiled ever so slightly for a brief moment before snuggling into the pillow a bit more. And a few minutes later, she'd be rudely interrupted as Tsubame stormed into the room, letting the sunlight in through the windows. Sheyra mumbled something incoherent, squirming a bit as the covers were pulled off, but her eyes suddenly shot open and her hand grabbed Tsubame's arm as the woman reached for her nose, and, with a giggle, she pulled the off-balance woman down onto the futon, flipping her onto her back and rolling on top.

"What a way to start the day..." With a giggle, before the priestess could even react, Sheyra would press her lips lightly to her own, pulling away from the teasing kiss after only a brief moment. Grinning, she rolled backwards off the woman and onto her feet before bouncing off towards the source of the aroma...

Tsubame would arrive to find Archer already munching on her own breakfast. The girl listened well as she ate, then nodded, speaking between bites. "That's all fine with me. Tsubame-sama, it doesn't much matter what we do, as long as we win, I won't question your methods. Just don't question mine either, and we'll get along great." She smiled. "And I can always use new clothes."

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

After breakfast, Tsubame and Archer washed the dishes together. Rather than working on cleaning the dishes together, it was more of an instructional time where the woman teaches her servant how to wash efficiently, with little methods to save water. Strangely however, Tsubame was as distracted. Although she was fine during breakfast, now that she is right next to the girl, her heart started to beat erratically as she recalled the sensation of Archer’s good-morning kiss from earlier. Although she would like to say that it’s more “normal” to do such intimate things with a boy, as a miko, Tsubame has yet to even kiss any anyone her entire life. And it was precisely of the fact that the kiss was too sudden that she was completely petrified thereafter.

Occasionally while she scrubbed the plates with her sponge, Tsubame would steal a glance of Archer’s cherry lips from the corner of her eyes. And each time, she would feel her heart skipping a beat. Because they were just inches away from one another, the priestess looked as obvious as daylight, simply standing still with her face entirely flustered and not focusing on washing the plates. During one of her glances she met the eyes of the girl and entered a complete panic mode, turning around to get a bit further and ended up dropping the plate she held onto the floor. Needless to say, the plate completely shattered into hundreds of pieces. In a hurry, she bent down trying to pick up the fragments as she blamed herself while maintaining a helpless expression on her face. “Arara… what is wrong with me today, I feel so clumsy aha… how strange. It must be the wea-OUCH!!!”

A sharp pain made her retreat the hand; it seemed she cut herself while picking up a piece of the broken plate. Although the cut wasn’t deep, the amount of blood that streamed down her hand made it look much more serious than what it was.

[Sheyra Travies]

"You want me... to do dishes." The girl looked mildly bemused for a moment before shrugging. "Fine, but just remember, it was your idea." Archer followed Tsubame into the kitchen, assisting with the dishes in a less than competent manner. Dishes were left half-dried, the insides of glasses weren't cleaned, and tough to remove spots on plates were just ignored entirely... She even dropped a couple of items, though luckily they just fell in the sink, not the floor.

The bemused girl was having trouble concentrating anyways, what with the priestess fidgeting about next to her. Hard to concentrate on something stupid like dishes when a pretty woman was zoning out just inches away with a flushed face. And the glances certainly didn't help. Out of the corner of her eye, she'd keep catching the woman glancing over at her lips. So weird... And as she turned to ask what was wrong, the woman looked again, suddenly flinched, and dropped the plate she was holding onto the floor. Sheyra snorted with amusement as it shattered, watching Tsubame crouch down to pick up the pieces, all flustered and bothered.

And then the woman cut herself. Sheyra rolled her eyes at that as the blood dribbled down her hand. It clearly was nothing serious, just bloody; that much she could tell with just a look. With a sigh, she folded her arms. "Go patch yourself up, I'll take care of this mess. Don't want you bleeding all over your clean floor." The girl crouched down, nimbly beginning to pick up shards and toss them into a nearby trashcan behind her without even looking. She didn't complain or even seem to notice as the sharp shards cut into her calloused fingers; unlike a priestess' soft hands, an archer had to have tough hands from the string of her bow, and a warrior from the grip of her blade. Something as simple as mildly sharp fragments of a plate wouldn't cut her.

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

Absentmindedly making her way into the bathroom where a first-aid cabinet was conveniently placed on the wall, Tsubame opened it up and grabbed the box of bandages. Once she let cold water run to wash off her blood, the woman simply stood there and stared at a hello kitty bandage she pulled out from the box. Then, she lifted her chin upward and gaze into the mirror longingly as her slender hand stroke her cherry lips gently, feeling the soft flesh glazed with a thin layer of peachy chapstick. With a sudden jerk, Tsubame was once again pulled back to reality. Hovering over the basin, the priestess garnered the cold water in her palms and slash it over her face a couple of times, deciding to not give Archer’s spontaneousness too much thought. Looking up into the mirror with a face drenched with water, the woman furrowed her brows and exclaimed loudly without a single holding back, “AAAHN! There are too much to do! I don’t have time to think about such things.”

Since the time to visit the locals was near, Tsubame quickly gathered up the charms he had prepared long before she summoned Archer and put them in a bag. Although, just to be extra careful, the priestess reached into the cotton bag and pulled out each charm one by one, inspecting their exterior to make sure the wooden charms were not marred nor had a malfunction spell encased inside them. Each time she finished an inspection, she would place them aside, pilling them neatly on top of one another. Individually, each charm were carved from the trees on the shrine’s ground and manufactured into a horizontal pentagon shape. The property of the blessing requested by the locals would then be written into the surface of the wood by means of the traditional calligraphy. For Tsubame’s specially designed charms however, each piece is made with a potent detection spell encased inside the wood, a technique which her late master taught her.

Once she finished her inspection, the priestess quickly grabbed onto the keys to her motorcycle and used her teeth to hold it while she dragged the heavy bag out into the living room. “AAcher, wwill wouu wap an extra welmet win the wedroom? Weet we woutside wonce wou wind it,” incoherently mumbled Tsubame as she struggled with carrying the heavy bag outside to the motorcycle.