Scene #7673: Chadse vs. Shirou Emiya

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Chase	It's a cloudy day as Muramasa decides to go shopping, the sky threatening to tear open and let out torrential downpour at any moment. It doesn't though, at least until the servant on his way home, massive droplets pelting the street with enough force to create a haze of mist. On the bright side, at least there isn't lightning. Part way through their walk back, the rain stops. And so does everything else, creating a deafening silence. There's a sudden pressure that freezes the entire street in place, save for a single armored individual walking through the "time" frozen droplets" TUNE - CHASER SPIDER! One step. TUNE - CHASER BAT! Two step. TUNE - CHASER COBRA! An amalgamation of parts appears and bolts itself onto the Roidmude's arm. TRIPLE TUNE!!! Three steps. In three large steps, Mashin Chaser is in front of Muramasa, his free hand grabbing onto the strap on the servant's chest as he lifts them up into the air. "Who is Tachibana to you. As a person. Think carefully, then answer." The Grim Reaper swings his weaponized arm back, along with a good amount of his body weight, before suddenly thrusting both forward into the Swordsmith's stomach. They let go of them at the same time, and gravity returns to normal, allowing for the servant to properly roll through the streets from the impact as God intended
Muramasa	Muramasa is on the way home, a thoughtful look on his face. Recent events have weighed heavily on his mind, and on his heart. But, he hoped that cooking a good meal would help ease his nerves for the evening. Today, he'd managed to get a speical on premium beef, too, so he could make a rich meal this time. The downpour was troublesome, as he was forced to project a bamboo umbrella over his head to avoid ruining the paper bags his groceries were kept in. It'd be awful for all of it to go to waste. Halfway through his trip home, the rain begins to slow; yet not in a way that felt natural. It was more like..everything was slowing down. . . . . . . . . . . . even him. By the time his senses catch up, he's being lifted off his feet by Mashin Chaser. "What are you --?!" The blow knocks the wind out of his lungs and the spit out of his mouth as he is left tumbling across the wet street, his two bags of groceries being strewn across the pavement and ruined. Muramasa had other things to worry about right now, anyway. "Gh...gah..." Rubbing his tender, well-maintained abs as a bruise begins to form, the Servant breathes in a hardy "Trace on." and begins to pool magical energy inside of himself, saturating his muscles, his bones, and his organs with Reinforcement magecraft. Standing back up, Muramasa throws a hand out towards Mashin Chaser and projects a volley of mundane armaments that fly through the air at him in a circular pattern. "Why're you attacking me?!" "To me, Master is ..."
Chase	"Your hesitation tells me what I need to know. Now tell me. Are you OK with what happened last night? I understand that Rook is your superior, but you did not even try to defend her. Perhaps you think you did, but you did not." Not even flinching at the volley of swords, Mashin Chaser strides forward, swinging his weapon arm in a circle to swat the projectiles away. It's in no means optimal, as some of them graze against his suit, creating small sparks. But then again, it doesn't need to be with how well armored he is. "You are willing to throw your life away recklessly in battle for her, but when it comes to the battlefield that is conversation, you shrink. If you want to help her, she needs you to do both." Towering in front of Muramasa again, the Grim Reaper delivers a sweeping kick to knock them off their feet, before reaching down and grabbing them by the jaw to lift them up off the ground yet again. He brings Emiya's face close to his, staring at them with compound eyes. "I had thought to talk to Rook, and while I am still angry at her, I have realized you are the root of this problem. Learn to use your words for your friend and stop messing around, and if that does not work, your fists. I will not tolerate you being lukewarm about this." Done talking, Mashin Chaser throws Muramasa across the rainy street once more, standing still as he awaits a reply.
Muramasa	You are willing to throw your life away recklessly in battle for her, but when it comes to the battlefield that is conversation, you shrink. If you want to help her, she needs you to do both. I had thought to talk to Rook, and while I am still angry at her, I have realized you are the root of this problem. How many times would this happen to him? It felt like he was stuck in a cycle, he thinks, dangling off the ground as Mashin Chaser has him lifted by his thankfully dense jawline. Every time he tries to deny the fact, cosmically, he is reminded of this truth: He's a bother. All he does is cause problems for the people around him just because he exists. Chase is right; and what he says are things he admitted to Hibiki in private last night. And as hard as she has tried to convince him otherwise, here he was having this truth beaten into him in a literal sense. Muramasa's body bounced off a light pole and dents it, the Servant grunting as he hits the wet pavement. "Guh.." "You think I don't know that ..?! How much she has to put up with just because she wants to be my friend? You're here to satisfy your anger?" Spitting the coppery blood from his mouth, Muramasa stands up again. "Of course I hate how Rook talks to her, but what am I supposed to do? I've already voiced my opinion about that to her. And if it comes to blows, all that will do is cause more problems for Hibiki, and for SONG. All that would do .. is prove to the Paladins that they were right, and that I'm just something that needs to be discarded before it becomes more problematic." Projecting Kanshou and Bakuya in hand, he whirls them at chase, and the two fly through the air as black and white blurs as Muramasa takes off, jumping off the ground in a spinning kick towards Chase's armored head while the two swords come back around like boomerangs at each side, creating a three-pronged attack.
Chase	"I am not here to be angry. I am here to correct a problem." Two blades fly and dig into Mashin Chaser's back side, creating another flurry of sparks that actually cause them to take a step forward. Even while slightly losing his footing however, the roidmude doesn't miss a beat, reaching out for his foot and grabbing him around the ankle mid attack. "If you know your problem, that makes it worse." He holds onto Muramasa for what is actually a few fractions of a second, but what feels like eternity, before letting go and rushing forward to grab him by the face again. Rather than lift him up however, he slams him down, putting his entire weight behind the movement as he embeds them into the concrete below. "Fix the problem. Stop thinking that it is OK to remain static just because you have identified your faults. That is not how humans work. If you cannot do it by yourself, then I will help. Alternatively, you are free to wallow in your failures like you have been, and we can continue to fight like I did with Shinnosuke and Shijima." Now holding on to Muramasa's chest, Chase lifts him out of the small crater he had just made, bringing their face next to his once more as he patiently waits.
Muramasa	Slammed harshly into the ground, Muramasa groans under the immense weight of Mashin Chaser's strong hands. If not for his full-body Reinforcement this assuredly would have been a crippling injury, he thinks, as the Dark General lifts him up and brings his face close. Muramasa wheezes like a broken sqeuak-toy. "I don't know how .. but of course, I don't want to be a burden. Why do you want to help me? Is it because of Hibiki?" Gathering what strength he can, Muramasa tightly clasps onto Chase's hand and then rears his head back and delivers the strongest headbutt he can deliver.
Chase	Muramasa's head connects with Mashin Chaser's helmet, causing their head to rattle back as metal audibly bends. Despite the damage sustained to their armor however, their grip on them remains strong, and they recover quickly. The Roidmude's head snaps back into place, looking back at Muramasa with cracked compound eyes before simply delivering a swift punch to his head with the strange mashup of parts stapled onto his arm. "Yes. It also annoys me to see a person with a dream like yours let this much hurt and hate happen knowingly. You are not the only person in the world with these problems, but you should already know this. So are you done, or do we need to continue?"
Muramasa	Muramasa stares hard into Mashin Chaser's cracked, compact eyes before he gets belted across the face. His indignation is cold in his chest as he slumps, and admits, "I don't know why we're fighting," and turns his head away. He isn't even sure what Chase wants from him at this point. But -- unless the Grim Reaper was going to push this farther and try to kill him, he decided he was done fighting. It was pointless for them to continue trading blows with one another. The cold rain beats down overhead, "I don't know what to do. Hibiki asked me...no, she begged that I trust her to handle it by herself. And I do want to trust and believe in here, yet ... " And that really was the core of the problem, now. He didn't know how to help while still respecting her wishes, and while not making things harder for her in the process.
Chase	Mashin Chaser stands silent a good several minutes, rain audibly pelting against his armored parts, before he finally lets go of Muramasa. He doesn't know how to answer this. He had assumed like Shijima and Shinnosuke that he would reach his own conclusion during this, even though he offered to help. Standing up, the armor on Mashin Chaser flies off in streaks of purple, revealing an average Japanese male who now has to suffer the same elements as the boy in front of him. He reaches into his coat, pulling out a flip phone that he begins messing with. "I do not have an answer, but I know someone who might. Xion. Call her. Talk to her and listen." He closes the device, before tossing it at the servant, his back now turned as he begins walking away. He stops part way as he's leaving to say one last thing, however. "Currently, I do not like the Paladins as an organization. I wish to like you as your own person detached from them, however. Hopefully the next time we meet, I will have better answers for you."
Muramasa	Flopping wetly against the ground, Muramasa stares at the gray sky. The tossed phone thumbs against his soaked chest as Chase turns to begin departing; his final words make Muramasa's face scrunch in confusion. "I don't understand you ..." He wanted to be his friend, so he came and beat him up? It was completely backwards, wasn't it? Then again, thinking about it from a different perspective, it could be the same way as reaching an understanding of someone through trading blows with your swords ... yes, from that context, it didn't strain his sensibilities as much. Chase was just overly blunt about it, is all. Much like his knuckles. It still ruined his grocieries, however. " .. I wonder if we could be friends .. " he murmurs to himself as Chase departs, before reaching for the phone he'd left him, debating on whether or not he should call the number on it. He decided that he'd figure that out later. For now, once he could motivate himself to get up, he'd have to go home and apologize for not having anything for dinner. In the end, he winds up laying there in the rain for quite a while before that happens.