First time beach [1]

[ Shirou's head hurt. Actually, a lot of things hurt, but the pounding in his head was far more prominent than whatever minor wounds he for some reason had.

Eventually, though, he manages to stand himself up to analyze his surroundings. Shirou could say with confidence that this... wasn't Fuyuki. Sure, Fuyuki had a beach (not that Shirou had ever gone to it, though he had gone to the pier occasionally), but the overall surroundings felt... different.

It felt even more different when he suddenly had the barrel of a shotgun pointed at him. His initial reaction was to try and calm the aggressor down... however to no avail. His second solution was to defend himself.

Unfortunately, to no avail. He tried to use projection only to feel an evident lack of magic circuits, which were similar to nerves, and therefore a rather surreal experience. It was like trying to move an extra limb that you know is there, only to realize that for some reason it isn't.

So, while it definitely wasn't what Shirou considered the manly thing to do, he was without a weapon and facing down a shotgun, so one could now see the red-haired teen running away as fast as he could on the beach. ]

H-hey...! Can't we just talk this out...!?

This definitely isn't Fuyuki... [2]

[ Shirou didn't believe the information he was given until he actually did see a monster. After that heart-stopping moment, Shirou was now staring at the pamphlets with a little more faith.

Shirou was rubbing the back of his head, clearly bewildered. He's been here a few hours now and he's seen a few others in similar states to his own being given the same information, but he hasn't been too keen to ask them anything. Unfortunately, he has yet to spot someone recognizable such as Rin or Saber.

At first he was worried. Rin told him that in order to keep Saber in this world, they'd both have to provide magical energy for her. With him here, he wasn't exactly sure how he'd do that... but judging by the variety of the people he's seen, as well as the information he's managed to glean, time doesn't appear to matter as much here.

So, he figures that he can liken this to the Throne of Heroes. If he can get out, it probably won't matter how much time has passed... at least he hopes.

Another thing that bothered him was the evident lack in his magical abilities. Sure, he was already a complete amateur and nothing compared to Rin, and in the end there was only a single magecraft allowed to him... but still, he would feel more at ease here if he could project his weapons into existence again.

It also made things a little harder when he wondered what he would do for money here. He had always been good at fixing appliances, but he had always used his tracing magecraft in order to get a full blueprint of whatever he was fixing. Well, it's not like he wouldn't be able to fix things anymore... it would just be a lot harder. ]

Changes [3] (Gargoyle)

[ Scales. Shirou was growing scales.

To be honest, if you looked closely, they looked more like miniature steel blades covering his skin. They certainly didn't shine like other Gargoyle scales, and while they weren't actually any different, Shirou at first thought that they were actually made of steel.

Unfortunately not, though, which he discovered after a brief session of testing his own durability day of testing.

Steel is my body...

From what he could tell, Gargoyles were also known for being able to breathe fire. That, of course, would be useful since he still couldn't use his magic.

...and fire is my blood...

All of those were unimportant, however. Shirou still didn't have a solution to the most important and impending problem: he was getting hungry. ]

Guh... g-gah...!

[ ...Really hungry.

Being someone who wants to be a Hero of Justice... he certainly couldn't kill and eat someone.

What... what if he found someone evil? He had heard about poachers before— ]

No...!