the lone wanderer

「 the flight of the bird is the blue sky the reflection of the sea is the sky blue and the blue sky is the blue sea 」

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insanity is a beautiful thing { event/open }

"..."

She watched silently as the city went up in flames.

Everything had gone to chaos, once a... certain change had occurred in the local populace. She wasn't excluded from this; earlier, a wave of pain had rocked her skull, as the monster buried down deep inside her had emerged from its dark reserves. The next thing she knew, a bright purple flame burned from her eye, equipment vastly modified from their original version, pupils blood red surrounded by a violet hue. Her conscious had been knocked to the back of her mind as the inhuman, cold beast took over her form.

From there, she'd walked to the center of the city, where all the commotion had been occurring-- and that brings us to now. Completely aloof to the situation that surrounded her, she viewed it as nothing more than another day's event. Now that Insane Black Rock Shooter reigned thanks to the shadowy substance that the Grail had released, the destruction was very much a sight to behold.

It was almost... beautiful.

A twisted grin curved the female's thin lips.

Just then, she felt a subtle presence behind her. Not a moment was spared to hesitate in turning around in the blink of an eye; the stranger would suddenly find the Insane Black Claw pointed at their neck, purple eyes locked on them in a piercing cold stare. "Give me one reason not to cut you down this second."

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♛ primum die.

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Just as the other expected, Dead Master knew almost at once she was being followed and by whom. Leaning back upon the top of her skull, she allowed Shooter to believe she had some manner of stealth, leading her around the city before doubling back and appearing almost instantly at the others side. ❝ You have made your move early. ❞

Sliding off the top of her minion, she floated to the ground - lips curving into an amused smile. ❝ That eager to see me? — Or are you here to destroy me? ❞ Either way, the blue one was in her arms now. The wicked curves of her claws grasped the other none too lightly - pulling her close into the other’s embrace. Bodies pressed into one another, a shiver running down her spine at the close proximity. This was how it was meant to be.

Eyes closed briefly as she inhaled the other’s scent, refraining from doing much else as she was sure the Shooter would pull away as soon as she had the chance. ❝ Are you to participate in this war as well, Shooter? ❞

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"Better early than late, I suppose." It didn't surprise the girl that she had reacted as such to her pursuit and presence, as eyes followed the other to her side. The indifference was more than apparent on her expression, though carefully placed.

No chance to answer was given to the Shooter; eyes widened as the other pulled her into a... rather fierce hug, her first instinct to pull away. And she would; but she decided to humor the witch a bit, remaining stiff in her embrace for a few moments before lifting pale hands to push at her shoulders, a mild attempt to escape the hold as expected. Unfortunately, the constraint was getting to the point of discomfort-- regardless of her physical durability, she did have her personal limits.

So she was involved in the war, too. The other's words only confirmed the thought, idly wondering if she was a master or servant. Though, she doubted Dead Master would ever agree to being a servant; her speculations floated towards the other's status as a Master. "I am-- though I should be asking the same of you." Even though she knew the answer already.

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Small Child in a Big City [open]

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Hearing her question, the smile on Reisuke’s face grew wider. Isn’t he relieved to find someone willing to help him! Then again, most people would pity a kid his age as long as he didn’t seem too naggy or whiny.

“Hmm…” Rather than answering her question, he replied with another question, pulling the two hand puppets close to his body. “Does onee-chan know where this is? I’m not sure where to go.”

He could say that her appearance was rather… interesting. Probably a strong master or a servant type in the Holy Grail War. There was no way a person like her who looked out of the ordinary was just a regular citizen. “Say, onee-chan!” He held onto the female’s hand, smiling at her. “Would you mind helping me look around a bit? I forgot where I was going and maybe if I walk around a bit, I’ll remember! I’m Reisuke! Reisuke Houjou! But you can call me Rei-kun!” There was no way she would suspect him to be part of the Holy Grail War, right? If he could get her to introduce herself with her name…

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"I'm not sure, to be honest." He wasn't the only one that was new here; her arrival hadn't been all that long ago, either. So when she said that she'd assist the child in finding where he needed to go, she assumed that she'd have to wing it and follow her instincts in order to successfully do so.

The honorifics the smaller boy gave her were unfamiliar and foreign; it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. But regardless, it wasn't going to show - as a passing expression, maybe, but nothing more.

He only surprised her further when he went ahead to grip her hand; this kid sure was full of surprises. Or maybe she just wasn't around children enough. Anyways, it couldn't hurt to accompany him around town, right? She might as well familiarize herself with it in the process. "I don't mind. My name... is Saber." Her cover name was disclosed, albeit the slightest bit hesitantly. The Shooter had almost forgotten that a Servant's true name was to be hidden, for fear of communicating their weaknesses. She had to be more aware.

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Small Child in a Big City [open]

How long had it been since Reisuke wandered around a big city alone with no parent to keep him company? Oh right. That was his first time. Even so, Reisuke could barely remember it as an enjoyable activity. Though this time it was different. His Hyper Vision Diary foretold him beforehand that this afternoon, he was going to meet another participant of the Holy Grail War.

Of course with his puppets over his hands, no one would ever suspect it to be conveniently hiding command spells. Heck, no one would suspect a four year old to be part of a Holy Grail War, right? 

He once again held one his puppets out as if it was talking to him. “Rei-kun, you should be careful today and not go in for a kill today! It’s not good to make yourself noticed as a participant of this war so early!” Right. He didn’t want to stand out. He did aim himself to a super elite, after all!

That said, it was hard for him to not attract attention at all. He looked like a child who lost his parents in a grocery store, except that he wasn’t exactly in a grocery store. What part of the city was he in anyways?

Sighing, he tugged the clothes of a random bypasser. He held his puppet in front of his face, as if the toy was going to do the talking for him. ”Excuse me, excuse me. I seem to have lost my way!”

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A short trek to find answers about the city (and possibly a map in the process) was interrupted when the Shooter felt a light tug on the back of her jacket. It did catch her by surprise, but her expression displayed nothing more than neutrality as she paused in her step, glancing down at what had caused the interruption.

Now this was something new.

A small child, who couldn't be more than 5 years old, was standing there asking for help. She wasn't exactly experienced with children, though she concluded that there wasn't much else she could do besides help him out; it'd be cruel just to leave someone like that hanging without a care. But then again... something seemed off about the other. It wasn't all that obvious, but the weirdest feeling nagged at her gut. She dismissed it temporarily, but her caution was still on alert.

"Where do you need to go?"

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♛ primum die.

Fuyuki City. 

The name rolled nicely off her tongue and she found herself toying idly with the word as she sat primly upon the over sized skull - hovering at the very brink of the city’s limit. While she had spent much time observing this world and all the interesting little creatures that inhabited it - Dead Master never once considered crossing over into it’s existence. She wasn’t even sure she could, and yet here she was, alive and being ushered into taking part of this little war that has been concocted.

Initially she was indifferent to the idea of joining in on something so decidedly beneath her - but she admittedly became more interested when she learned of the reward given to the victor. While the concept of having one’s wish granted could be seen as child’s play, Dead Master found herself playing out the scenario repeatedly within her mind. If it were she who remained upon the battlefield after the dust of chaos had settled, then the idea of making the wish to have Shooter as her very own was indeed tantalizing. 

Tantalizing enough to have her now floating across the skyline - paying no heed to the mortals below her. They were like flocks of sheep, running in droves from the violence that seemed to congest the very air they breathed, their bleating falling upon deaf ears. Who would save them? Certainly not she.

Upon her arrival, Dead Master set out to complete the first set of moves. She would need to locate her servant - and at that thought, emerald eyes shifted in their gaze to peer down at the gauntlet covered hand briefly, before lifting to the sights of the city once more. Upon acquiring her servant, she would then proceed to locate the Shooter. 

Beyond that she had no set plan - but she was not in a rush to begin the fight. Let the stupidly rash ones exterminate themselves first. Then and only then would she immerse herself within the violence - the ones that were left being the ones worthy of battling against her Death Scythe. 

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Azure eyes followed the ebony-clad figure upon a demonic entity as she flew above the masses of people below, the girl standing solemnly upon a nearby building. The small breeze that had started up lifted dark locks, her uneven tails dancing in the wind that carried them. She had been alerted of the presence of her old rival, raising the obvious question in her mind as to the witch's reasons for bringing herself to such a location.

Was her own mission here to defeat Dead Master? It made sense; the witch had relocated to this city, and so the Shooter had been summoned, in order to make sure she didn't decide to bring destruction to those who didn't deserve it.

But then again... the thought of her whole purpose in this particular city came back to mind. The one that didn't involve her old life. Masters, Servants, the Holy Grail, the war that brought here her in the first place. She had a duty to attend to-- to cooperate with the master she had been bonded with in order to attain the Holy Grail and the single wish that came with it-- and she would hold her objective above all else, whether or not Dead Master was involved.

It would not be a simple fight, and she knew it.

Cannon at her side, the pale Shooter moved to dart across the rooftops in order to pursue the witch; yet thought better of it and remained in her position. Knowing Dead Master, she would have been tipped off to her presence early on. There was no doubt that an encounter was unavoidable.

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i thought hell was supposed to be on fire | intro/open

the staccato that heels against pavement produced could be heard across a plaza. everything had gone quiet— the sight of a scantily clad woman seems to have silenced the majority of the chatter. she refused take notice, instead choosing to observe her surroundings. really, after all the fits people back in her hometown threw about damnation this and that, you’d think it’d be a real shithole.

” this sure doesn’t look like hell. “ coming to a stop, she notices that the area looks similar to the buildings back at the Shadowlord’s pad. no… she was sure she’d burned away— there wasn’t a trace of her left… she even thanked that son of a bitch! she remembers!

then, why was she still here.

slowly, as she continues her trek into the city, she remembers bits and pieces of things. a grail. a war. a servant— that’s right, something brought her back—forced was more like it— into a godforsaken war. some shit about a servant and wishes; almost like a fairytale. it expected her to fight too? can’t she take a break for more than five fucking seconds!?

despite being lost in her own thoughts, she soon notices a particular stare. it was one among many, but this one was different, and it pissed her off; mostly due to her preexisting frustration as the sudden events. she glares back, her uncouth mouth making its first of many appearances.

” the fuck are you looking at. “

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It was no wonder that the girl had even bothered to stop for a moment to gaze at the newcomer. No, it wasn't out of rudeness, or even to admire her choice of clothing-- after all, she herself wasn't any better in that aspect. No, it was for a different reason entirely, one that only a select few in this city would understand, as the rest were all innocent bystanders that had no right to be pulled into such a disastrous event that was sure to turn out with more than a couple of casualties.

She remembered the image of the face that had been imprinted into her mind not long ago at all. This person matched all the features, it seemed-- she'd found her master. The master that would lead them both in this battle for the Holy Grail.

"You are my master, are you not?"

Not wasting a minute with introductions, the scantily-clad female stepped forward, facial expression carefully neutral. No, it was more of a natural look for her - as it was the typical image she would greet others with. Her large cannon rested at her side, azure eyes almost expectant of an affirming answer. Of course, this had to be her; no other person she'd seen matched the profile she'd been given. She ignored the rash language, figuring it wasn't a one-time thing.

[kemira]

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huke

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