Home Sweet Home (sheyra;closed)

[Sheyra Travies]

While the woman was attending to her little cut, Sheyra made swift work of the mess on the floor, all of the broken pieces quickly finding their way into the trash. She took a look at the dirty dishes afterward, and, with a shrug, simply ignored them. Most of them were clean anyways, that was good enough. A wet cloth took care of the couple of drops of blood that had gotten on the floor, and then the girl was done, waiting silently for the woman to return from the bathroom.

Never one for patience though, she left the kitchen after a moment and checked the bathroom. With a sigh, she noted that Tsubame had gone off somewhere else in the house, and her sharp ears could pick up the faint noise of the woman opening some sort of bag in a different room. She sighed, deciding to simply wait it out as she leaned against the wall in the hallway.

Her patience was nearly at its end by the time Tsubame came out, dragging the heavy bag across the floor with helmet in hand. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of the woman holding some sort of metal objects in her mouth, and nearly snorted as she tried to speak. "Yeah, I have no idea what a 'welmet' is, but you look pathetic." She took the heavy bag from the woman, slinging it over one shoulder like it was nothing. "Go grab that 'welmet' thing for me, I'll bring this outside. And hurry up, I'm tired of standing around." She turned, exiting the room and out the front door.

Once outside, she set the heavy bag down lightly, unsure as to whether the contents were fragile or not. And she took a good look at her surroundings, getting a general idea as to how defensible this location was. With a nod, she took note of the area, before a strange object caught her eye. It was some kind of bicycle, but... not like anything she'd ever seen before. Two huge tires, some sort of metallic monstrosity underneath the seat, and some sort of clear visor in front of the rider. And no pedals? How the hell were you supposed to make it move? The girl approached the motorcycle curiously, examining it from different angles...

[Tsubame Yatsuhito]

Tsubame’s flared up a defensive red as her cheeks expanded two times its size. It was because she had the keys in her mouth that she couldn’t talk properly. Although she was a bit annoyed at something so trivial, when Archer tried to grab the heavy bag for her, the priestess struggled to not hand it over but obviously, her servant did not even feel her resistance in the slightest. Once she gave up trying to retaliate Tsubame went into her room to grab the pair of ‘welmets’ as she grumbled displeasingly that she was made fun of by someone who must have been 15 years her junior.

Once she made sure she had locked up properly, Tsubame circled around the shrine’s parameter, surveying the condition of her strange magecraft that was supposed to ward of any sort of ‘detection-type’ spells possessed by other master and possibly even servant. The way it works is simple; it’s basically only using the shrine’s holy front, which is more potent than any other magical influence, as a shield. Concurring that the protection-ward was perfect, she adorned her feline-shaped helmet. As she approached Archer who was curiously examining the motorcycle like it was some sort of strange animal, Tsubame let out a mischievous chuckle as she pressed the panic button on her remote control getting the bike to scream murder. Grabbing onto her servant, Tsubame attempted to talk down to the girl, “Archer, you don’t have to worry, it’s only a method of transportation. But you can’t help it, I see… poor thing.”

***

The morning air was rather cold, but thank to the scorching sun’s radiance, the temperature was just perfect for the pair of master and servant who enjoyed going down the mountains. Since they were at such a high elevation, the perfect view of the rural area of Kyoto was accompanying them on the way down. While she was trying to take the long way to show her servant Kyoto in all of its historical glory, Tsubame turned around and trying to shout over the noisy motorcycle, “Archer, are you able to scope out the city’s layout yet?”