Shirou Emiya - Outskirts of Charon - Checkpoint Beta
"..."
Shirou Emiya sat in the back of the wagon, doing his best to draw as little attention to himself as possible as the old man known as Hanif the Stout went on about the details of the mission. With a perpetual, pensive look on his face that nearly resembled a scowl, likely due to the weathered nature of his features, the young man who looked older than he really was only let out a soft breath, recounting how he had gotten here in the first place.
After he had first arrived in this world and stumbled upon a small fight club, he had been given word of an organization that operated around this place known as the "Coalition" that could have possibly helped him, though Shirou was left wondering how exactly he could have been helped. After all, the problems he faced at this moment, the tribulations that were waiting for him from where he had come... He could not possibly burden other people with them. This was his fight alone. It was undeniable that one way or another, he'd have to come back to the world that he had once come from, but... If nothing else, at this moment, he figured he should at least be grateful for his freedom from the grasp of the Ainsworths.
Whether out of sheer curiosity or some intrepid hope that they would desire to help, despite having some sort of idea in his head that the organization would want to avoid interfering with the matters of other worlds (an idle thought that had occurred in his head, more intuitive than he had realized, considering that the Coalition was supposed to operate in many different universes), and as he explored the place, he had come across a mousy, even needlessly hostile young woman around his age sporting glasses and a tattered purple uniform who claimed to be a member of said Coalition. The girl, identifying herself as one "Toko Fukawa," had (very reluctantly) offered him sanctuary at the place, though in reality, she did little more than simply allow him to be there. He felt uneasy at first, feeling like a fish out of water, but considering how everyone around seemed to react very little to his presence, Shirou was able to imagine that either the members were used to stragglers around this place, that many of the people here themselves were independent parties, or some sort of mix of the two.
And so, Shirou Emiya rested on the seventh hour that he was here.
But old habits died hard.
Very quickly did he take an interest in the fliers that he had seen around Charon, talking of a disturbance that needed investigating. And before Shirou knew it, he had ended up taking up the quest, like a quixotic knight going off on a journey. He remembered the times before his little sister was born, a more naive time when he had wished to become a champion of justice, a super hero, but he had quickly abandoned such dreams when faced with the cold reality that felled his world like snow, in more ways than one. Still, he would be lying if there wasn't some small, altruistic part of him that remained, that still wanted to help others around even if he did not know them. It was what
she would have wanted, after all. To help those in need, even if it meant putting her in danger as well. Shirou could rarely bring himself to do such a thing, but with her tentatively safe in some other world that even he did not know of (hopefully not this one), perhaps he could spare to go on a small journey if for no other reason than to help those in need.
So now, here he sat, idly watching Ingrid, wordlessly eyeing Death's Head, reticently glancing at Clare, and watching out for whoever else would later come to join their party.
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