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camppetoskey2018-07-09 11:09 am
Week 6
Last week had been pretty brutal, leaving scars on everyone in camp. A murder driven by paranoia-induced visions, committed by and against two of the youngest members of camp, has left everyone reeling. If this is the way murders will go, what's to happen next?
The humidity is dropping off some, but the heat is staying strong. The campers will need to find new ways to beat the heat. A delivery is due this week though, so maybe the camp's deliveryman will have some ice cream?
The WiiU and current games are all here, but there are no new games. Sorry everyone, you're stuck with what you have. Usagi and Boa are now gone from the Mii menu, but that strange faceless Mii is still there, staring as always. His grin seems to have grown though, and the Mii menu music has changed as well. The other Miis seem scared of the grinny Mii, and they are staying far away from him. Now the only selectable Mii is grin-face. How weird.
The counselors have said they need 'more time' to end this, but just how much time do they need? Can the campers really stall long enough for the counselors to finish their plan? And how does that knowledge sit with them, knowing that each delayed week means less campers will make it in the end?
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[OH WAIT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING WITH ARCHER
BUT KITCHEN INVASION TAKES PRIORITY]
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[ALREADY CUTTING UP VEGETABLES
FIGHT HIM SHIROU]
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[He wouldn't normally be quite that harsh even to the WORST GUY EVER, but. He's feeling a pile of unhappy emotions on top of his own, and tier 2 is a bitch, and this whole camp sucks, and ARCHER REALLY SUCKS.
So he's just going to mutter bitterly while starting to cut up some more vegetables. Two can play the cooking game here.]
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[In direct contrast, Archer never passes up the opportunity to fucking dunk on his past self whenever possible. The Self-hate is all he knows how to do at this point, really.]
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[Chop chop chop goes the knife, much harder than necessary because he is! So! Mad!!!]
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[TAKE THAT.
Archer moves to the side to stir up a pot he'd put on the stove (though when, no one knows), taking a taste test and adding in a little more spice.]
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[Thanks in large part to Archer's stupid useful advice, UGH.
The problem with angry chopping is that sooner or later you're going to cut yourself. Which is exactly what happens to Shirou. He tries to suppress the OUCH, but Archer's fancy Servant ears can probably pick it up just fine.]
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If you can't pay attention to what you're doing, leave. The kitchen is no place for an amateur.
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[UGH now he has to wash blood off of vegetables and everything is gross and stupid Archer with his stupid slicked back hair and stupid smirk and stupid everything]
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[Time to put the veggies in the pot and start to work on cutting the meat! Chop chop chop.
He's already feeling a little better, seeing Shirou react like this.]
Get out of the kitchen if you can't stand the heat, and let me take care of this.
[Aka 'run off with your tail between your legs because you can't match up to me (and you shouldn't anyway).']
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[He whirls around to glare at Archer directly. He's still holding the knife, which might look kind of threatening if they weren't both intensely aware of how completely incapable Shirou is of being a threat to his future self.]
This whole "ooh look at me I'm so much better than you" thing doesn't hold up all that well, considering you didn't even have the guts to talk to me on the phone two weeks ago.
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You were listening?!
[RED HE'D THOUGHT THAT CONVERSATION WAS PRIVATE!! WHY WAS HE PUT ON SPEAKERPHONE???
He's clearly off balance, but he gives a 'tch' and shakes his head.]
I was busy at the time, doing things you would raise a fuss about.
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What was that? Sorry, the reception's really bad. Can't hear a word you're saying.
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[Honestly, He could just fucking toss this knife in Shirou's face and be done with it. But that would feel like losing, and he can't mess with the ritual that much at this point.
So he just angrily finishes up cutting the meat, washing his hands with constrained fury and grabbing some rice to wash.]
Why would you even want to talk to me, anyway? I have better things to do than to talk to my idiot past self.
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Believe it or not, I was actually considering asking for your advice. I have no idea what I was thinking there, since obviously you don't have anything helpful to say.
[He's turning away again, planning to grab something to wrap around his injured finger... only to pause in confusion because said finger is no longer injured.
Weird.]
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AND HIMSELF
BUT MOSTLY JUST YOU
He actually pauses for a moment, before going back to POWERFULLY WASHING THIS RICE -
huh
That's weird. Does he still have Avalon inside of himself at that point? No, there's no flash of swords...hm.]
I already gave you advice weeks ago. 'You can't save everyone.'
And it looks like you've already learned that lesson.
[Oh look
There it is
That smug-ass smirk again.]
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Whatever, it's not as important as Archer being a fucking douche.]
...Shut up.
[Yeah, he's learned the lesson. He's had to face the fact that his worldview is a total mess. But he's not interested in having that rubbed in by a smirking red jerk.]
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[He finishes washing, draining out the starchy water and re-rinishing once, to put it in the rice cooker.]
Having something like that be smashed to pieces is a good thing.
[For a moment, he looks...angry, but not at Shirou. No, not at Shirou, because as much as Shirou is awful, as much as he hates his stupidly naive past self...
It wasn't this Shirou that made the choice to become a Counter Guardian out of a misplaced desire to be a hero.]
You're better off without it.
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[It was never your own comes out of nowhere and hits him like a freight train, enough to make him actually stagger.
For all the things the camp has made him confront about himself, that particular little detail hasn't come up. Still, even though he doesn't know what Archer's words are close to uncovering, he's pretty sure he doesn't want to deal with it. Personal growth is exhausting and painful and he's honestly not interested in doing more of it here and now.]
Actually, I don't care. Cook all you want, I'm done talking to you.
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[Archer's hands still, and he stares his younger self directly in the eyes, keeping the hatred out of them for once as he asks-]
When did you decide to become a hero?
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["...so I'll take your place."]
I don't-
["Let me take on your dream."
The memory unfolds almost gently in his mind - after all, it's not like he didn't know. He's just kept himself from remembering all this time because...]
...Oh. Oh.
[In another world, when forced to face his own emptiness and the falsity of his dreams, Shirou Emiya would find a new conviction. He'd understand his ideal in all its flawed, hypocritical beauty and choose to stand by it out of his own will.
In this world, he's already lost too much to find that kind of strength. For the final time, the ideal strains - and shatters.]
That's... almost a relief.
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Archer doesn't hate himself. In fact, as much as he'd be loathe to admit it...he's proud.
He'd come from a time where he had to face Shirou in battle to realize that his ideal wasn't his own, to truly take it on for himself and not just borrow it. He'd let the battle end the way it did, not because Shirou was stronger than him - but because Shirou had changed enough that he knew he didn't have to kill him anymore.
And faced yet again with another version of himself, who's let that ideal break - he can see it in his eyes - he's...happy. But also sad, because -]
...Looks like it was a foolish hope after all.
[It's mumbled so quietly Shirou can barely hear it, but it's not aimed at the teenager - as always, it's aimed at himself.
Heroic Spirit Emiya will never be able to break out of the cycle he voluntarily put himself in, all those years ago - not as long as humanity desires to live. And he'll...just have to live with that.]
As long as you realize that, then there won't be as much issues between us.
[...A smirk.]
Make no mistake - that doesn't mean we'll ever be anything approaching friends. It just means I can tolerate you a little more than I already could.
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[Archer might be happy and proud about this, but Shirou really isn't. He just gave up on the single thing he'd built his entire existence around, and it hurts. The only reason he hasn't collapsed is that he does have a slight gleam of something else - that promise to live Lenka had told him about. It's just as fragile and fake as his previous ideal, but it's something.
The anger's drained out of him, but that's just because he can't bring himself to feel anything. He's too empty and tired to even pretend to be a real person right now.]
Anyway, we should talk again later. About some other stuff.
[Because he should still try to get some information out of Archer, right? They need every possible bit of help if they're going to get out of here.]
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[He's aware of how much this must hurt - but in his own eyes, he's saving Shirou from an eternity of torment.
Ironic. The man who couldn't save anyone, in the end....saved himself.]
I'll finish up here if you want to go rest.
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[He just gives a tired wave of his mysteriously uninjured hand and wanders off.
God, future him is such a jerk.]