[Charles himself is particular, but he understands that some people would really rather not constantly call him "Assassin". Besides, he's still obscure enough within history that only someone well-read in French history in particular might be able to make the connection.]
That's because a Heroic Spirit sharing their real name would essentially be sharing their strength or weakness along with it. But others are more confident, or simply don't care while they're in an entirely different world.
Not really, but... [He pauses, rubbing his upper arm and shifting from foot to foot. Though this world was clearly not the site of a Holy Grail War, he still had his hangups about his true name.]
[He was lucky that he wasn't particularly famous in his lifetime, and when he's at the library, he fades into the background next to people like Dazai and Akutagawa... But here, plenty of people make enough of a fuss about Atsushi that he misses those days of relative anonymity.
And he doesn't even have anything particularly scandalous on his Wikipedia page.]
Hmm? [Despite being relatively obscure, Charles nevertheless keeps his guard up. You never know when a French person with extensive enough knowledge of history would show up and reveal his true name to everyone else.
But he is learning, little by little, that it doesn't matter as much as he thinks it does.
The segue catches him a bit off-guard, but it's something he can answer without hesitating.]
Oh, nothing beyond keeping a diary. I'm trying to get back into that habit while I'm here, though.
[He never did peg Avicebron as a poet, probably because the Caster was nothing like Shakespeare or Andersen. A soft laugh escapes him before he can stifle it, and there is a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.]
That's interesting. I'll keep that in mind.
[Even though he'd really rather not think of himself as taking advantage of someone's weakness.]
[ Then there's the abrupt click of the door unlocking, and it swings open. Avicebron peeks out, staring at one of them, then other, then back. His confused frown is audible. ]
... what are you doing out here.
[ Fortunately(?), he hasn't actually overheard any of their conversation. He'd been deeply engrossed in his work, only just made aware of the socialization happening outside his door, and had looked out the peephole wondering why on earth people were being a nuisance in his vicinity.
[Upon seeing Avicebron, Atsushi's expression lights up. If there was any doubt that Atsushi is very fond of Avicebron, that right there would prove otherwise, because Atsushi has no poker face whatsoever.]
I had the same idea at the same time, and we happened to run into each other. I was just telling him about how wonderful your poetry is!
[...and clearly no concept of why he maybe shouldn't admit to that so easily. He didn't tell Charles his name so it's fine? He's been good?]
[ Sanson's answer is not entirely surprising, and thus answered with a small nod. But Atsushi's earns a tiny, muffled grunt and a slight dip of the head. Not entirely displeased, but ... a little ruffled, perhaps. ]
... well, you're free to come in. It's cold.
[ Yes, Servants are immune to the weather, but Atsushi probably isn't. And regardless, it's the proper thing to do, he supposes. Avicebron pushes the door open so they can come in. A wave of the hand, and the humanoid golem that had been sweeping the hallway sets aside the broom to stride towards the kitchen. ]
I can offer you tea or wine.
[ Those are, like, literally the only two things he has in his kitchen, okay. ]
[Sanson hadn't expected Atsushi to divulge the part about the poetry THAT promptly, but perhaps it was a demonstration of how close he and Caster had become. After all, Caster didn't seem too disgruntled about it.
Aware that Atsushi is most likely not a Servant, Sanson allows him to enter first. His attention is drawn briefly to the golem inside.]
You haven't. I was working, but it wasn't anything important.
[ There's the sounds of movement from the kitchen as the golem starts brewing tea. ]
... I take it you haven't any particular business with me this time, either?
[ Said with a curious tilt of the head as he regards his two guests. It hasn't quite sunk with him that these are wellness checks, so he can't quite fathom what they get from these sporadic visits. ]
Not particularly. I just thought of seeing how you were, since it has been a while since we saw each other.
[He can't help but try to steal a glance in the kitchen to look at the golem brewing tea, but it's difficult to get a good view, so he eventually turns back to Avicebron and Atsushi.]
[Sanson doesn't complain about comfort; at least there were places to sit.]
I'm sorry. [Even though he wasn't the one who brought it up in the first place.] Anyway, I hope you've been well, Caster. Despite...ah, how this world operates.
It's not an obligation to discuss some of the best poetry I've read in my life or afterlife, Caster.
[Comfort? What's that? He's too focused on being a huge nerd to care about anything else.]
It's rare to see a writer who works so masterfully in both short and long form, who can draw beauty out of any object he describes and capture the essence of human emotion in the same poem. Praising your work is nothing less than a joy for me.
[Sometimes... you just get a really big writer crush... and want to tell everyone...]
[ He was just returning to his main workbench, planning on resuming fiddling with a little bird golem he's been improving, but pauses at that. ]
I've been well enough. I'm proud of my work, certainly. And it's good to hear it's appreciated. But it was not 'the best' in any way.
[ The golem brings over tea for the two of them. It's ... fine. It's adequate.
Avicebron takes a seat, picking up a half-complete wing made of leaves and sticks. ]
Of course, all Heroic Spirits have left their mark on history. But we're also quite aware of our standing -- the true magnitude of our fame and influence. Mine is exceedingly modest. You understand what I mean, don't you ... Assassin.
[ Looking for some low-rarity solidarity here. That pause was only because, on second thought, he's not sure if Sanson declared his true name to Atsushi. He has a good reason to want to keep his under wraps, after all. ]
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[He sighs, not wanting to pry any further.]
Er, you don't have to call me Assassin. You can call me Charles.
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[Hence why he didn't name Solomon.]
I like to think I'm reasonably well-versed in history, so it's possible I'd recognize your name, but Western history isn't as much my forte.
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That's because a Heroic Spirit sharing their real name would essentially be sharing their strength or weakness along with it. But others are more confident, or simply don't care while they're in an entirely different world.
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Do you expect to get into many fights with the people you meet here? I know at home it's different, but...
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I don't like talking about myself.
[That's a mild way of putting it.]
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[He was lucky that he wasn't particularly famous in his lifetime, and when he's at the library, he fades into the background next to people like Dazai and Akutagawa... But here, plenty of people make enough of a fuss about Atsushi that he misses those days of relative anonymity.
And he doesn't even have anything particularly scandalous on his Wikipedia page.]
Do you write?
[It's a weird segue, but bear with him.]
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But he is learning, little by little, that it doesn't matter as much as he thinks it does.
The segue catches him a bit off-guard, but it's something he can answer without hesitating.]
Oh, nothing beyond keeping a diary. I'm trying to get back into that habit while I'm here, though.
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Caster is bad at taking compliments, but he'll accept them if it's about his poetry. So now you know his weakness.
[Use this power for good, Assassin.]
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[He never did peg Avicebron as a poet, probably because the Caster was nothing like Shakespeare or Andersen. A soft laugh escapes him before he can stifle it, and there is a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.]
That's interesting. I'll keep that in mind.
[Even though he'd really rather not think of himself as taking advantage of someone's weakness.]
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[He loves Avicebron, but sometimes that means being a tiny bit mean to him.]
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[He nods very slowly, a small knowing grin etched on his face. Anyway, Atsushi can count on his new acquaintance being a good keeper of secrets.]
We'll see if I get an opportunity to read his poetry.
[Their social link is not yet high enough for that.]
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[He has a collection of those poems, but Charles can't have it, it's his to reread over and over again.]
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... what are you doing out here.
[ Fortunately(?), he hasn't actually overheard any of their conversation. He'd been deeply engrossed in his work, only just made aware of the socialization happening outside his door, and had looked out the peephole wondering why on earth people were being a nuisance in his vicinity.
Atsushi and Sanson. A rather odd pair. ]
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Luckily, Sanson is a master of smoothing his expression over to not give away any detail of what he and Atsushi had been discussing.]
Hello, Caster. I had hoped to pay you a visit when I ran into Atsushi here.
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I had the same idea at the same time, and we happened to run into each other. I was just telling him about how wonderful your poetry is!
[...and clearly no concept of why he maybe shouldn't admit to that so easily. He didn't tell Charles his name so it's fine? He's been good?]
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... well, you're free to come in. It's cold.
[ Yes, Servants are immune to the weather, but Atsushi probably isn't. And regardless, it's the proper thing to do, he supposes. Avicebron pushes the door open so they can come in. A wave of the hand, and the humanoid golem that had been sweeping the hallway sets aside the broom to stride towards the kitchen. ]
I can offer you tea or wine.
[ Those are, like, literally the only two things he has in his kitchen, okay. ]
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Aware that Atsushi is most likely not a Servant, Sanson allows him to enter first. His attention is drawn briefly to the golem inside.]
Oh...thank you. Tea is fine.
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[Atsushi very much can and does get cold, so he won't think twice about stepping inside.]
I hope we haven't disturbed you.
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[ There's the sounds of movement from the kitchen as the golem starts brewing tea. ]
... I take it you haven't any particular business with me this time, either?
[ Said with a curious tilt of the head as he regards his two guests. It hasn't quite sunk with him that these are wellness checks, so he can't quite fathom what they get from these sporadic visits. ]
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[He can't help but try to steal a glance in the kitchen to look at the golem brewing tea, but it's difficult to get a good view, so he eventually turns back to Avicebron and Atsushi.]
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It's the same for me. I'm always happy to see you even without particular business.
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I see. Well ... make yourselves comfortable.
[ He says, like that's possible when the only furniture other than his workbenches and tables is a few regular chairs. ]
Though you've no obligation to discuss my work any further.
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I'm sorry. [Even though he wasn't the one who brought it up in the first place.] Anyway, I hope you've been well, Caster. Despite...ah, how this world operates.
[Moon cycles can be a butt.]
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[Comfort? What's that? He's too focused on being a huge nerd to care about anything else.]
It's rare to see a writer who works so masterfully in both short and long form, who can draw beauty out of any object he describes and capture the essence of human emotion in the same poem. Praising your work is nothing less than a joy for me.
[Sometimes... you just get a really big writer crush... and want to tell everyone...]
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I've been well enough. I'm proud of my work, certainly. And it's good to hear it's appreciated. But it was not 'the best' in any way.
[ The golem brings over tea for the two of them. It's ... fine. It's adequate.
Avicebron takes a seat, picking up a half-complete wing made of leaves and sticks. ]
Of course, all Heroic Spirits have left their mark on history. But we're also quite aware of our standing -- the true magnitude of our fame and influence. Mine is exceedingly modest. You understand what I mean, don't you ... Assassin.
[ Looking for some low-rarity solidarity here. That pause was only because, on second thought, he's not sure if Sanson declared his true name to Atsushi. He has a good reason to want to keep his under wraps, after all. ]
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