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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[respired]

[His own expression turns hard; his eyes sharp and cold.]

Slaves often do.

[defenceless]

H-How are you a slave?

[respired]

I was. For more than ten years.

[He shakes his head.]

As a consequence, I have more than enough regrets.

[defenceless]

[she hates this. it was the same—no, it is the same—with archer.]

There's nothing acting to enslave you, now?

[respired]

The Lich King's influence will never leave me. But I am no longer directly yoked to him, no.

[defenceless]

Tell me more about this Lich King.

... You've got nothing to lose, right?

[respired]

[He supposes he doesn't. He frowns, regardless, thinking back to a time when he was still alive. When everything was as it should be.]

He was once a human prince, named Arthas. His kingdom neighbored Quel'thalas--the home of my people. We were allies.

But he fell to corruption. He took up a cursed sword, and with it he wrought destruction on his country. He murdered his father.

[Koltira brushes his thumb beneath one of his lichfire eyes.]

And then he came for Quel'thalas. We were betrayed from within, and massacred. Few of us remain.

[It was a genocide, in other words.]

[defenceless]

[it's a horrific story, but she lives in a world of horrific stories. maybe he does, too. rin doesn't know the plight of kingdoms and fantastical lands full of beings like koltira, but she can imagine them.]

So this Arthas made you his slave. Is he the one who took your mortal life from you, too? Are you an undead because of him?

[respired]

He ordered it done, but he did not strike me down himself.

[He thinks of the person who actually murdered him. Someone he never expects to see again, unfortunately.]

So. Yes and no.

[defenceless]

You've had a painful life. [to say the least.] I expect you to make a much happier one in ALASTAIR.

[respired]

[He just laughs.]

We'll see, I suppose.

makes joke tag, writes actual tag that is basically the same thing in the bracket text

[defenceless]

["we'll see"... she'd beat your face in if you were archer.]

One lived without regrets, at least. That's in your power.

[silly girl, she thinks you won't go on a murderous rampage, koltira.]

lmao

[respired]

[Unfortunately, he always knows a murderous rampage is close at hand.]

I'm heartened that you think so.

[defenceless]

—You're irritating me. If you're just going to get cheeky with me again, this conversation is over. Come back when you can be less patronizing.

[respired]

[SORRY RIN ... SORRY.]

I'm not being facetious. It's kind of you to believe I might make a life among you. But I confess it's not something I can do, myself. Not now.

[Maybe not ever.]

But thank you, in any case.

[defenceless]

[if he can't do it alone, he doesn't have to do it alone.

she forgoes explaining that much, because she thinks the connection is obvious to make—maybe she'll emphasize it later, the next time they speak.]

Hmph.