video 💎 un: Tohsaka Rin

[defenceless]

[the video opens to display the... somewhat incriminating desk of one rin tohsaka. are those vials and knives? yes, those are vials and knives. a few of the vials contain weird-colored liquids but don’t think about it too much.

apparently this is no reason for a tiny cygnet not to be hopping all over everywhere, chirping happily and nibbling away at a slice of apple rin holds between chopsticks. the gray downy baby swan wears a black collar inlaid with beautiful amethysts and diamonds. lazily leaning her cheek onto her hand, she speaks.]

I’ve developed a means of repelling that godawful holiday plant and withering any sprigs of mistletoe in your immediate vicinity. Simply state clearly,

"Verkümmern, Mistel."

And they’ll die. The catalyst for the enchantment has been sprinkled all across Chantes, so the spell should work wherever you are. Just don’t say the words wrong; I can’t be held responsible for what might happen, in that case.

[r.i.p. thirst. anyway, rin reveals a strange object that those more modern-familiar in alastair will recognize as a bedazzler gun.]

Now, then.

[rin sets down the apple (much to baby swan's dismay!) and calls to the servant carrying a tea tray behind her.]

Archer.

[a tall man in black armor and a pink apron glances over his shoulder. only his back is visible.

she spins her finger, gesturing for him to turn around. he does so with a rather impressive line face. there's a sword bedazzled out of shiny silver rhinestones stuck right to the front of his apron, just at chest level. rin faces the network again.]

Can anyone tell me what this [she lifts up the bedazzler gun and frowns in disgust/confusion.] is? The designs it creates are awfully tacky.

((OOC: The mistletoe-deactivating spell words will actually work, per discussion with the mods! Feel free to do whatever you want with it. Archer may reply to some tags/threads in this post.))

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[humerous]

...

[Opens mouth.

Closes mouth.]

Never mind. Too easy.

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[defenceless]

[oh my god, sans.]

What is too easy?

[that swan baby is staring through the jewel mighty intently, too.]

—Thank you, by the way.

[he knows what it's for.]

[humerous]

For what? The note was signed Santa, not Sans-ta.

[Not even trying over here, is he?]

But hey, if you wanna thank me for something I absolutely didn't do, you should use your new toy on my jacket.

[He looks tacky shit. LOVES IT.]

[defenceless]

Right. [she turns her head and scoffs.] And you're not the only one who could appear in a mage's boobytrapped bedroom. [nope, not even trying.]

Are you saying you like the way these gaudy designs with the rhinestones look?

[humerous]

If I had Sans written on the back of my jacket in rhinestones, my life would be complete. That'd be it. I'd die without any regrets.

[defenceless]

Fine. Consider it done.

[humerous]

Well alright then.

[Ah...suddenly sounding a lot closer, rather than like that's coming from the magical jewellery they've been using.

He's sitting under her table without warning, leaning against the table leg and looking at something else on the network.]

Just lemme finish this real quick.

[defenceless]

[oh my god, sans.

she can't say she wasn't expecting it, really. if he wants to stretch out that excuse that he wasn't her secret santa, he'll be in for a hard time with it now. reluctantly, rin pushes back her chair and drops down, facing him with a curious expression that's... also sort of judging?

stop breaking into a girl's private bedroom, sans.

she's carrying that baby swan in her arms.]

You know, I was going to ask you to make an appointment, first.

[humerous]

What, you're not used to having friends show up unannounced?

[He finishes up whatever he was doing and looks to Rin, but...doesn't really move from where he's sitting, either. That would require effort.]

You mustn't have had a lot of 'em, huh?

[defenceless]

... Not really. [she blinks. then she explains further.] I mean about the "friends showing up unannounced". Usually the boundary field goes off.

[tucking her skirt beneath her, rin lowers until she's kneeling on the lush carpet.]

[humerous]

Hey, it's okay. For what it's worth, I think you're the kind of person who should have a bunch of friends.

[He knows it's not what she meant, since she corrected herself...

But it's a nice thing to say too, so...maybe it'll even out implying she has none.]

Don't sweat it, though. I'm pretty good at finding shortcuts...so I doubt whatever you've got set up covers them.

this is my shining moment in rp

[defenceless]

[wow, sans. rude. she has friends... kind of... look, she's making acquaintances, okay.

rin wears a little scowl, anyway, somewhere between "soured by his joke" and "hey, sans, you're pretty all right"—she's probably thinking about any holes there are in the defensive barrier she's set up around their hotel room, too.]

You say that so carelessly...

[she places the cygnet on the floor.

the swan waddles over and poops by sans.]

It looks like you've received your cordial welcome.

you can't spell classy without ass

[humerous]

[Okay, come on. He can be a nuisance but he doesn't deserve this kind of treatment!! Sans finally moves from where he's sitting and stands out from under the table, looking down at her swan and very much standing away from the present it left beside him.]

Now that's just fowl. [Foul...] I came here to have a good time and I'm feeling so attacked right now.

indeed you cannot

[defenceless]

[rin stands herself, smirking at him. did they plan this?]

She's a baby. Birds do that. It's nothing—don't worry about it.

[humerous]

Monsters don't do that kind of thing. I forgot, okay? Give me a break.

[Sans knows a lot.

Pooping is not one of those things he has devoted a lot of time to understanding. There isn't a single toilet in the underground.]

[defenceless]

[that's true, isn't it?]

Huh? You don't... Oh.

[maybe rin's a little surprised by it. but it makes sense? papyrus always said monsters were formed of magic.]

Oh, I guess you're like Archer. Or Saber. [she pauses.] No wonder Archer hates cleaning up after her so much.

[humerous]

If he hates it, maybe he ought to consider a career change. Stuff like that's in the job description, right?

[For manservant.]

[defenceless]

In the job description for a Heroic Spirit? [she raises one eyebrow, appraisingly.] Not specifically.