⚔ trace one ( video )

[foamsword]

[ Today, people will notice a small redhead on their feeds today; he seems to be rather energetic, but at the same time, there's an easy calmness to him before he clears his throat and speaks up, being as polite as can be.

It seems that he's practiced this quite a bit, as it sounds rather professional. ]

Good afternoon, everybody.

My name is Shirou Emiya, and I've only arrived in Union just a few days ago, after travelling around a lot. [ Since his old man decided that this would be a good way to learn new things. ] Anyway, me and my old man - who you might have heard about - we've been trying to help others out. So basically, what I'm trying to say here is that if anybody who can hear this message needs any assistance of any kind, whether it be cooking, cleaning, or protection, I am willing to provide at no charge.

I also have knowledge in creating weapons. My specialty is primarily in swords, but I can make some shields as well. Of course, depending on the item you wish to craft, it may take more time for some people than others, but I shall try my best regardless in that matter.

If anybody has any questions about anything, feel free to contact me back. Thank you very much. Alright, I think that should about do it... [ And he subsequently shuts off the video after that with a determined nod. ]

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[encouragetomorrow]

[Unionomura, Honoka's cart shop of Calderan snacks, has been closed since the event, with a variance of signs hung from it apologizing for the prolonged absence. Some days, there was a basket of sweets with a note of "Take one!", other days there was no sign at all. Really, the Calderan girl had been abnormally scarce.]

[Today, she makes her reappearance, though not at her cart. She's sitting with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand when the feed pops on, though at first all anyone will see is a startled Pumpkaboo.]

Ah-- Kabocha no!

[She realizes the feed is on and looks. Well, startled. Caught. Uneasy.]

[Her hands immediately come to cover her cheeks, just under her eyes. It really only makes the slight differences to her more obvious. Her face, just under her eyes and down most of her cheeks, as well as her hands from about halfway between her wrist and elbows to her fingertips are smattered with pale, shimmering orange-and-pink scales. As she leans away from her Warp Band's feed, her fingernails turn slightly more opaquely white and elongate.]

Ahhh. Oh. Oh no. Well. I guess maybe I should probably say something since I guess some of you might be worried. Shoot.