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[tigerpoet]

Pleased to meet you, Assassin. I'm Nakajima Atsushi.

I don't. Actually, I don't know what that means...?

[Avicebron hasn't really discussed it with him.

is Avicebron a sub. is this what he's been avoiding talking to Atsushi about]

[painalty]

Oh! [He thought by now Avicebron would have filled Atsushi in. Great, now Sanson has to make the stupid Fate/ explanations. THANKS A LOT, AVI.]

Where we come from, Heroic Spirits become Servants, who are bound by contract to fight for a Master. But in this world, we can live without one.

[tigerpoet]

Oh, that's - not at all what I would've assumed that title meant...

[Not a sub, okay.]

Caster doesn't like to talk about his own circumstances much. Mostly I've gathered that you were famous in life and that in a normal summoning you would be enemies, and that's about all I know.

[painalty]

That's the gist of it, yes.

[He nods slowly.]

Perhaps in time, he'll be a bit more open, but for now all we can do is respect his privacy.

[Because "Assassin" is very much like that too. It's why he and Avicebron get along.]

[tigerpoet]

It hasn't really been a problem until a minutes ago. And even then 'problem' is overstating things.

[It was all cleared up immediately, no one was accused of being a sub, it's all good.]

Mostly I'm just concerned that he isn't taking care of himself...

[painalty]

[He was about to mention that Servants don't eat, drink or sleep, when he remembers moonlacing.]

Did you send him a message before coming over?

[tigerpoet]

...well, he's been avoiding me a little lately, so...

[No message.]

[painalty]

...I see.

[He sighs, not wanting to pry any further.]

Er, you don't have to call me Assassin. You can call me Charles.

[tigerpoet]

Oh! Pleased to meet you, Charles. I know some Heroic Spirits can be particular about who knows their real names.

[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.

[painalty]

[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.

[tigerpoet]

[Assassin isn't as nice a name as Caster, it's true.]

Do you expect to get into many fights with the people you meet here? I know at home it's different, but...

[painalty]

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.]

I don't like talking about myself.

[That's a mild way of putting it.]

[tigerpoet]

...That's a feeling I can understand.

[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.]

[painalty]

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.

[tigerpoet]

A diary is just as valuable as any other kind of writing.

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.]

[painalty]

That's...

[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.]

[tigerpoet]

You're welcome. Of course, you didn't hear this from me.

[He loves Avicebron, but sometimes that means being a tiny bit mean to him.]

[painalty]

I understand.

[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.]

[tigerpoet]

I highly recommend it if you get the chance. Both his secular and liturgical poems are stunning.

[He has a collection of those poems, but Charles can't have it, it's his to reread over and over again.]

[fonsvitae]

[ 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.

Atsushi and Sanson. A rather odd pair. ]

[painalty]

[He falls silent when he hears the door click open, and can only watch as Avicebron comes out.

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.

[tigerpoet]

[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?]

[fonsvitae]

[ 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. ]

[painalty]

[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.]

Oh...thank you. Tea is fine.

[tigerpoet]

Tea would be wonderful, thank you.

[Atsushi very much can and does get cold, so he won't think twice about stepping inside.]

I hope we haven't disturbed you.