Not-a-Stripe 01: Shakes and Shivers in WHAT THE FUCK land!

[lookouttiger]

[Morning - 1669 Nelson St.]

[It is a (relatively) peaceful day in this particular iteration of Mayfield...actually, no, let's try that again.]

[It is a relatively quiet day in Mayfield...wait, no, still wrong.]

[It is not a particularly unevent---fuck.]

[ONE MORNING IN MAYFIELD.]

[The entire house seems to shake when a woman wakes up screaming loudly in

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[phone]

[maguskiller]

[Wait. Give him a second to recognize the voice. It's still somewhat different from the one he remembers.]

...Taiga?

Re: [phone]

[lookouttiger]

[That voice. That very familiar and most-certainly-dead voice is all it takes to shut her up. She stares at the phone for a moment before concluding it is apparently a ghost phone, too. She's too bewildered to disbelieve anything, but she has to be sure...]

Kiritsugu? Emiya Kiritsugu, is that you?

[maguskiller]

[Yep. That's her. He doesn't feel too good about having someone else he knows in here, but that won't stop him from greeting her.]

It's good to talk to you again.

LATE LIKE A BOSS

[lookouttiger]

Er...yes, yes, the feeling is quite mutual. It's just that...um...

I could have sworn you were dead. For several years.

Which is making it hard for me to enjoy this reunion because this implies you're some kind of ghost.

Please tell me you're not.

It's cool!

[maguskiller]

[Always troubling, hearing that. He's kind of getting used to it, though.]

I'm... very much alive. This town tends to bring people from different points in time.

How's everything back home? Are you still practicing your kendo?