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      ‘What – the hell.’

      Grabbing a bite to eat was never meant to come at the cost of his car. It wasn’t quite something he’d call beloved yet, but the damn thing was a magnificent piece of decades-old machinery. He’d have been heartless if he hadn’t felt a thing upon seeing the front end of the car being made into some beast’s bed. The flush metal of the hood had been practically made into scrap paper by its weight – Eren would have been surprised if the engine hadn’t been damaged by this – and within the crater was tucked something he could only have described as:       ‘You overgrown lizard,’ He groaned, tossing aside his lunch as he hopped on the thing’s back and wrapping his arms around its neck. ‘I swear, I’m gonna – AAH!’       It started to flail, having been roused from its sleep. Eren struggled to maintain his position on its back, but years of experience with horses proved their worth and he stayed clinched onto its back. A short distance away, Eren spotted what he could only have assumed was this damned lizard’s owner, and with a growl in his voice, he called out to them.       ‘Is this thing yours?! Tell it to calm the hell down!’

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● ● ● ● @panzerjagd           To say the least, Camilla was startled by the sudden appearance of a kid rushing head first onto her Wyverns back. She could tell there was no means to fend or kill it, rather from his grumbling and annoyance he was angered by something. She steps forward, moving away from the store she was about to purchase new clothing at. Camilla herself was dressed more moderately. A charming summer dress and hat to match with it. 

         ❝ I can’t say I want to intervene. It’s not every day you find someone           willfully riding a Wyvern that is not there’s. Further from that, your          skill at staying mounted is impeccable. Ah, do you have means to kill          her... Or?  ❞         Camilla’s last statement was said with much respite, as if at any moment if the other mentioned as much she’d hasten to go killing the boy herself. Though she was still fundamentally charmed by him, and impressed by how he managed to continue to stay mounted despite Marzia’s wishes.

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dunwallwolf:

Cute? His brow raised slightly, though he made no other reaction. Who was Camilla, really? She spoke like one of the witches out in Brigmore, even acted like them, a bit…but there was more honesty in her actions. Less venom. Certainly, he didn’t get the same feeling of danger from her…but it wasn’t as though he was going to let his guard down.

Then came that next question.

He…hadn’t thought about it that way, had he? New home, huh…?

Rather than thinking of it as a home, Daud realized he didn’t quite have any such feelings for it. Love? He’d found nothing like that. Sure, he felt worry for the kids who were stuck here, behind the walls. And certainly, he felt some sense of duty to keeping the peace. But that wasn’t because of any feelings he had for this place. Rather, it was…guilt?

Guilt, for the things he’d done in the past. In order to pay penance, he’d wanted to do everything he could to keep these people safe, alive. To heal this world, which he cared nothing for. It wasn’t an act of selflessness. Rather, it was an entirely selfish mindset.

   “…Hm. Maybe I haven’t really learned anything at all.” Shaking his head, Daud looked out to the horizon, where the odd barrier rose high into the sky. “…Not really, no. I don’t feel any real connection to this place. That doesn’t really matter all that much to me, though. If I’ve been put into a place that’s in danger, I’ll deal with the danger, any way I can. There are kids here. People, not fighters, not soldiers. Folks who have no stomach for suffering. Turning a blind eye to them…hm. It just wouldn’t sit right with me, you know? That would make me as bad as the ‘calamity’ those voices are talking about.”

● ● ● ● @dunwallwolf​           ❝ Hah... How kind, this world will be happy and lucky to have             you then. Though, be sure to love it eventually because if              you are to be stuck here for the rest of your life. Then it’d             be easier to let it grow on you then not. No? ❞ She thinks to herself, at least that much will have to be true. Growing up as she did, allowed her to readjust quickly to the things that would rapidly change around her. Adapt, she had to less Camilla lose her livelihood or worse. See the things around her follow suit. It was in this she grew to be strong, and in this she learned to love as much as she could and protect those things that she did. I was a simple life etiquette she lived by. Camilla either grew to love the things around her, and find in it things to hold on to. Or find herself latching onto the few things she did love, and perpetuating it in any way she could. Though she wondered within this world, how long such way of living would last her.

          ❝ Perhaps I too have some learning to do after all. Even so you will           and can find an ally or friend in me. I can tell you are a well rounded            gentlemen. There is always room in my life and heart for as much and           since we are at a ever thriving war with the world around us. I suppose           it is best to make those certainties open, so nothing foul could happen.  ❞          Camilla’s words are filled with confidence and shes certain of her comments toward him. Though there is ever the back thought in her head, that she can and would easily dispose of him if he ever seemed to turn otherwise. It was not a question of doubt, rather a tactical Princess acting as she needed in the moment. Even if doing as much was not her forte, she needed to force herself to be in the presence of others. For the time being, until their world could measure to more sense.

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ryuunosenshii:

              “Arigato, perhaps it is due to having faced a monster before. I once fought a demon the size of a large building.” He won’t boast too much about his life of fighting many different opponents, but at that moment, he wasn’t necessarily afraid of the dragon. He was more appalled by it. “Marzia appears to be a formidable beast. It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Camilla. What’s more impressive is your relationship with Marzia.” As the dragon melts under Camilla’s touch, becoming less a formidable beast and more a submissive kitten, he cannot help but laugh. He wants to know more about where she comes from, especially if it is a place with dragons. How amazing, it seems the possibilities are greater than he would have thought. His clan, or rather, his family, passed down the ability to control dragon spirits for centuries. He wonders if Camilla comes from a place where dragons are not so rare, and cannot help but wonder if there are more types.

              He is quite accustomed to people being curious. Even with the advanced technology where he comes from, people are still uncertain about cyborgs. Many have embraced the advancement in technology, just as they had embraced the internet. There are cybernetic implants to improve normal people, AI beings called Omnics, and more. “Not at all; where I come from, humankind has greatly developed and advanced technology. It is to a point where humans can now enhance themselves with cybernetic implants. I am a cyborg; most of my body is artificial,” he explains, metallic fingers pressing against his sternum. “Regardless, I am still as human as you are. Well, despite now being considered a spirit of sorts.”

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          For all intents and purposes Camilla tries to take in the rabble of words that chimed from behind the metallic piece of armor that the male spoke of. Unfortunately, for all that her world can create with magic and artifacts and people transforming into dragons or large rabbits, birds, beasts--oh my. It appalled her to think that he was simply and quite possibly suggesting he was made of armor. Armor was lifeless and the only possible life force that you could inject into armor would be magic, and it would not be life force. It was simply, magic. Magic that allowed the armor to move and attack as the caster would see fit.          ❝ I do not doubt your existence as a whole. Rather I cannot fathom how             it is... You.... ‘Be.’ Tek-no-lo-gee? Ahh... A strange word with no meaning             from my world. Though if  I could guess, you are just a walking piece of             armor.... Wait... Are you cursed inside of it?  ❞ 

          Concern filled her expression suddenly, and she walks forth with no hesitance to close the distance and gap between them. Hands would rise up, the cloth over her fingers tracing against the metal plate across his face. It is cold, absolutely cold--the weather outside had a welcoming cool feel. Yet the piece of metal work over where his face would be, was cold. It made her worry if even more, it was too strange for the woman. Despite how grand her world was compared to his own, the only plausible answer to her knowledge would be that: This man was a cursed spirit stuck in armor.           ❝ How sad. Do you hurt knowing you cannot leave this frame of yours? ❞          Although concern she was, there was a specific side of Camilla that thrived for such anguish in the circumstance of others. It came off more often then not, creepy and discomforting to those who suffered or endured things that were subjected to dark circumstances. For Camilla she welcomed these things, as not only was it normal for her life. A life that thrived in a twisted upbringing that learnt her acceptance of such matters. It also allured her and attracted her to those subjects; so was he a man cursed in armor? Or a man thriving peacefully within it? It was something she did not know, but for all intents and purposes. She had to know.

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drachenhaut:

A domesticated Wyvern, can’t say he hasn’t seen one, from the Halls of Chaldea there was a  certain Rider who had a Dragon as her mount and was under her complete control. The Wyvern before him still had killing intent on its eyes, it would be no surprse considering he had pointed his weapon against it and her owner.

   “I have met people who have dragons as their mount from the realm I come from, so I am seeing something normal to me, if you would say.”

He makes a bow, true to his title as a knight and prince.

   “I am Servant, Saber. I suppose you’re a Master. Do not be afraid, I don’t look for battle unless my Master tells me so.”

● ● ● ● @drachenhaut            Marzia’s temper did not change, it’s eyes would warrant much weary of the other though not just because of the mans previous actions. It was obvious there was something admist aside from the fact that he’d nearly mean to harm them both. It was something Camilla would never sense herself, nor any other if they could not understand the natural instinct of a dragon being approached by their own kind. It was because of this, it’d taken more time for it’s nerves to lax though the comforting thought in it’s head would surmise his existence akin to the Manakete of it’s world. Even still, Saber’s scent nor aura match along side the race. Smelling heavily of a dragon and appearing before it as much.           Camilla could not understand her Wyvern’s troubles, the new world and all its new things would be what she’d chalk it up to be. Understandably, this world was not fit for it’s existence and Camilla was troubled with the thought of caring for it and trying to help it cope as the days went on.

        ❝ Saber then? I suppose if thats what I must call you by, so be it. Though,            do not fret my servant is ever so readily obedient to protect me when the            moment is needed. I am fine knowing this and this alone. So perhaps it is            you who should be weary... After all... Fufu, you are out numbered.  “          Playful was her threat, words carried with them a annotation of interest toward the other though it was evident she was toying with him briefly. 

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tevinterisms:

◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ — Before he could acknowledge the decadent warrior seated beside him - her armor reminded him of home oh so very much - his attention was seized by the wyvern circling overhead. On reflex, he leapt to his feet as his hands sparkled with magic. He motioned to strike, only to notice that she shared none of his alarm; he relaxed ever so slightly, puzzled as to her lack of concern.

            ❝ I’m sorry, there’s a dragon circling our heads. Wouldn’t it be wise to take our conversation elsewhere? ❞

● ● ● ● @tevinterisms            ❝ Oh?  ❞ The jolt of energy that surged through the other came to surprise Camilla. Though her head began to search the horizon she could not see anything nor sense any enemies to be had. Still she knew nothing of this world and from her realm, there were enemies who could walk the land hidden well in thin air. It garnered some concern from her, until he spoke to which Camilla immediately had a warm chuckle come about.

         ❝ There is no need for alarm, the Wyvern you speak of is none other             then Marzia. She is my friend and companion in this strange world.              Though it charms me to know they exist in your realm as well, I              apologize I should have spoke of it sooner. Though your expression              was rather exhilarating to take in and see. If I may be so bold. ❞             Camilla tries to reassure him with a soft smile, allowing for her hand to rise from its settled position. Coaxing him to sit once more and rest with no means of panic. The Wyvern was silent save for the wind that would drift by from it’s circling above them. It bore no ill intent, but grew weary and discomforted by the fact the city was far too stacked together for it’s form to live comfortably within.

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mgm48:

Almost falling, yet not there.

Mark 48 already admired this lady from the moment she laid her eyes upon her. Her build was impressive, and it was apparent that she was made of muscles. Muscles were strength, although as soon as a bullet fell upon her source of life… Mark couldn’t help but blush at the thought.

“I have dedicated myself to soldiers many times, who could use me in the form when I couldn’t speak.”

“Think of me as a modern bow. My bullets are my arrows, simply designed in a more complex method. Do not worry, I will be the one shooting these arrows. All you have to do is command my moves.”

She knows not of intrusion, she allowed her fingers to touch her Master’s.

“Do I attack, do I stay put… It is all yours. I am a doll but to follow your commands. I may have Independent Action, but I would require your command. Please make it clear, what I must do for you.”

● ● ● ● @mgm48            ❝ Tut-tut, my adorable servant. I’d be upset for you to delegate yourself in               such a way. A beautiful woman such as you should not see yourself               as but a mere doll. Though a weapon is not vastly different, I feel it suits               your charm far better. ❞ Camilla boldly clasps her fingers along Mark 48′s own, she pulls her hand gently tugging the women closer to her so her other hand would delicately trace along the others chin. It was sad to see such a beautiful woman think herself so little, but even if that was the case. Camilla would revel in her own picture, she knew better then to change a womans stubborn heart. Yet in soot, a weapon war far more charming and adhered better toward the others alluring presence.

         ❝ You will be mine and only my own; and if you ever feel a moments pause             in my loyalty to your hands. Do not ever fret, because as much as you             are my weapon. I will be sure to be your Soldier, I am not fond of the              preening title of Master but if it pleasures you. Then so be it. ❞  Camilla goes as far as to deliver a kiss upon her cheek as her last words leave her lips. Dutifully and playfully twirling locks of her hair out as her finger had traced along her jaw line to her ear. Camilla gently lets go of her Servants hand, heels clicking against the cold floor as she walked toward the window. Surveying the streets below them.         ❝ Though there is not much to do in the present moment. We will make haste            to bring use to my sister and allow you wear when the time comes.❞

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draconibus:

     “B-But–”

Before Kamui could say any more, she was soon ushered away from the scene, with Marzia following close behind. The princess simply sighed in defeat and allowed Camilla to drag her away. She knew by now that trying to reason with Camilla was usually a hit or miss and unfortunately, this time it was a clear miss. Maybe she should find those citizens later and apologize properly.

     “Oh, I’ve been here for… a few weeks now? Maybe a month…      I haven’t seen any of our siblings, but I saw Takumi a little while      ago! I don’t know where he is now, though…”

So far, Camilla was the only Nohrian sibling she spotted. She hoped the others were back home, and if they weren’t she just hoped they were all safe and sound somewhere.

     “What about you, big sister? You’ve just arrived here, right? You      seem to be fine…”

● ● ● ● @draconibus​             Camilla takes note of this, if Takumi was about somewhere she would do well to find him as well soon. Less he possibly get into some trouble at some point, even so getting further acquainted with her extended family would do well especially considering this circumstance.

           ❝ I am fine! Quite well actually, it is always nice to enjoy a enjoyable               battle time to time. It is strange still, I do not understand much of               this world though. Less why we are here  as we are. ❞ Camilla eyes her sister, there is something far different from her than she would like to admit. A strong presence about her little sister that gives off a feeling of power. As if she was just a simple source of power, as if living was all but a different thing. It felt odd trying to understand it, but it only filled her with much worry.            ❝  Kamui. You have a servant yes?❞             Camilla allows for her grip upon her sister to loosen, but she does not stop them from walking. To exist this distract would be a prospect welcomed to the dragon rider, especially considering what had happened. Yet it was more important to know the answer to her question... After all... The idea that someone else could have such a deeper attachment to Kamui then her... Well that would be horrible.

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◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ — Masters, this! Servants, that! Even Solas was taken in by all this talk of destined partners and that was the most worrying part. Truth be told, Dorian was on the precipice of accepting his new circumstances, he just didn’t want anyone hounding him over it. He knew how to play by someone else’s rules without needing to acknowledge them.

Everywhere he went, however, it was all people talked about. It was reminiscent of the way acolytes-in-training pulled you aside and asked which school of magic you meant to specialize in. No one needed to know that he was inclined towards theoretical magic, nor did they have to know he hadn’t a fucking clue who his supposed Servant was.

Dorian had just about had it when he found himself a nice shady spot and a bench for two: He gathered his robes, seated himself, and let out a sigh of relief. Though there was ample room for another person to join him, most people in Utopia (who came up with that horrid name!) seemed to observe the unspoken rules of personal space.

             ❝ What I wouldn’t give for a conversation that didn’t start with ‘you must be a Master!’ or ‘where is your Servant?’ or, Maker forbid, ‘is your robe inside out?’ ❞

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● ● ● ● @tevinterisms             ❝ Is it? That’d be dreadful if that was the case, but oh well.  ❞ Locks of purple hair would scurry around her visage whilst she settles upon the bench. Hands holding the back of her train down so as she can settle down. Soon after, she’d lay her hands upon her lap. Staring out towards the sky, lining the trees with her eyes.

          ❝ It gets better with time. Such comments become inaudible drawls in              the wind. You could always ignore them and pass on to other things. ❞             A slight yawn escapes her lips, she felt tired ever since her servant had come into play. Perhaps it was the prana exchange they were having, and her dear little gun did like to take much from it. Strangely when she was around her Wyvern it wasn’t such a problem, but he was off flying around stretching her wings whilst Camilla sat here wondering oft what to do for the day. 

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@dedicatedsister

Taking patrol in the streets of Utopia was no strange thing for Siegfried, ever after hearing what the voices had said he started to do this routinary session of patrolling at twilight and midnight to try to spot any irregularity and stop it inmmediatly.

That being said, the sudden appeareance of a wyvern made him to flinch as if it was a natural reaction of his. Quickly unsheathing Balmung he took his stance, but at the same speed he unsheathed the weapon and took stance he inmediatly dropped the weapon at the sight of the woman that was besides the Wyvern. Servant Rider…? …Impossible, she had no Servant aura like him or the other Servants he had found so far. Nevertheless, it was quite shameful he had lost his cool and almost harmed someone’s companion just because of his story of battling dragons.

  “…Ah, my apologies. I did not meant to draw my weapon just like that… I have a long story with dragonkin, a reflex you would say… Are you the master of this Wyvern?”

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● ● ● ● @drachenhaut             Marzia's maw opened with no hesitance, the gestures the male had taken had been all needed to fly the Wyvern into it’s natural instincts especially with her master so near. It’s body rose from it’s tampered position, limbs racking against the ground as it began hissing ferociously at the male before them. Camilla snapped forward, herself readying for battle until the male before them appeared laxed. Immediately before Marzia jumped into battle, Camilla coo’d the wyvern with a soft hum and patting her hands upon it’s cranium

         ❝ I am... It’s no problem. I’ve yet to meet someone from a similar realm             of my own, so I am rather surprised to see how calmed you are after              realizing it’s domesticated. Who might you be? " 

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mgm48:

“I was told. My current ‘wielder’ has the name Camilla.”

The smile on her face more so prominent, although it’s never quite faded from her gentle features. She shows no need for running away, she knew in the prana bond they were held, that the woman before her, with a smile more sincere than her’s was the woman.

Camilla.

As long as Camilla knew how to use a weapon, as long as Camilla was a woman of strength, there was no need for Mark to feel that she was in the wrong place.

“Oh, they told me I was an Archer or something. But I’m really…” she held her gun just a little upwards, with a proud smile. 

“Mark 48. A machine gun. I hope to serve you well, Master. Please use me well, too, I am just a gun, so feel no sympathy. Just lend me your strength and resources and I will win our battles for us.”

● ● ● ● @mgm48             ❝ Fufu, it pleases me to hear I have such a valiant partner ready                to dedicate them self to me.... But. ❞ Camilla steps forth, arms reaching forward whilst each digit from her hand coils outward in expressive manner. Emote she was, detailing the importance of her words. Drawing in her companion by any way possible, she’d hate for the girl to think she was nothing. Even if she described herself a weapon towards Camilla’s disposal--that was a high notion. Something to which, to be expandable for another person. The sort of loyalty should be praised.

          ❝ I will treat you well my little gun, though you must excuse me. I’ve              no knowledge of such a weapon. I play with steel rods with knives              upon either point. This small thing is new to me, perhaps you’d like              to show a girl what youre made of? Fufu.... ❞  

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● ● ● ● @mgm48              ❝ Are you my servant? ❞ Camilla recalls the definition of one to be something that boggled her mind. This was a heroic spirit that was to be under her care and instruct to win a war of future that she was recently forced upon. It was strange of course, since recently her realm was in no world turmoil and something occurred so suddenly she had no recollection of that seemd to have brought her here. Standing before her servant, rather wistfully. 

            Originally the dragon rider had no recollection on how to summon a servant, but it did not matter for the people who help put this world together had given her one. Post haste, and it was in sensing something that was missing. A part of her she had to reach for that she had found the women before her. Locks of emerald green hair bouncing across her frame. The woman was a beautiful sight, and even more curious had been her expression.             ❝ What is your name? ❞

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beforethereaper:

“Yeah, I suppose that would be about right. A high ranking Knight, though the warriors of my time probably looked quite a bit different.” And weren’t up their own ass about a now nonexistent code of honor, but he certainly wasn’t going to say that out loud. Then again, there were still people who pursued it, even if Gabe didn’t agree with it. The idea inevitably brought his thoughts back to Morrison. Maybe that prick was just born in the wrong time and place. 

“Excuse me?” What in the world was talking about and why was she smiling like she was in on some dirty secret? Well she had actually spelled it out to him. Maybe he was still acclimatizing to the fact that she was apparently from a fantasy world, and he was supposed to take that seriously. So when two and two clicked, he laughed, a short but genuine chortle, along with a rare smile. She was taking it in stride, why couldn’t he?

“I think there’s something lost in translation.here. My apologies, princess  See where I come from…” He adjusted his grip upon her hand, embellishing the motions so she could mimic it, before it giving it a firm “shake”. “This is how we typically greet new people. It’s called a handshake. That’s my mistake, I probably should have thought about that first. My, uh, ‘social graces’ aren’t their best. I left that sort of thing to a boy scout I knew.”

“But I gotta fend for myself out here. So, for the sake of equal exchange, and so I don’t make myself look like an idiot if I meet anymore of your comrades, how would I greet you in your time and place?”

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           ❝ It seems I’ve been rewarded quite well with a smile, I thank you.   ❞             From the initial stoic composure he seemed to have, although it was warm with a sense of reassurance that his expression always retained as much. It hadn’t really made Camilla weary, such things never did. Rather she was curious as to what was on the mind of such a worn soldier.           ❝ Since you did such a fine job at teaching me the finesse’s of             your worlds introductions. I will gladly teach you how to respond             to those of royalty within my realm. I cannot say I know much of             the common people of my world. As I was always addressed with a             proper bow. If you were curious, you’d have to ask one of my comrades. ❞               Camilla smiles at her hand, retracting it from his own. Keeping in mind the gestures as to not forget them come the next time she attempts to introduce herself to someone who acts as much. Her hand would fall to her sides, holding the back of her train so that when she got up it would not messily stick to the wooden parts of the bench.         ❝ First and foremost, one always Rises when a Lady or Lord enters in.             To sit when a Lady or Lord walks into the premise, it is an insult.    ❞

             Camilla parts her hands from their cradled position just below her chest, her hands waving for Reyes to rise from the benches. Marzia gave a prompt little bout of air exhausted from her insides, she was curious to know why they were moving around. 

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dunwallwolf:

What a set of questions. Is she like this with everyone she meets? Daud knew he didn’t have a pretty face. Beauty wasn’t required for the job. Truly, very few in Dunwall’s lower classes bothered with such things; it was reserved for the aristocracy, for the stuck-up nobles in their fenced-off mansions. The rest had the rain, mud, and rats to contend with.

   “…I never lived a life of luxury, Camilla.” Just like that, on a first-name basis. Instinct, perhaps. “And there’s no need to be coy. I know I’m no charmer, no proper gentleman. I can’t stand talking circles around things. It’s a waste of time…and time, time is everything.” His brow furrowed slightly. “What my past held isn’t important anymore. I just want to keep the people here safe…I have hope that those voices were honest with us, and that we might do something to make the future safer. Outsider knows there’s enough chaos already.”

● ● ● ●            ❝ No. I agree. Its quite readily why I stated such a compliment.              Though, you seem confused... Fufu, how cute. I have a soft                spot for people like you, is all that it really means. ❞ Camilla’s fluid movements were apart of her banter. The way her hand would coil around strands of her hair. Curling them around her fingers whilst she’d change the weight from hip to hip. Musing to herself quietly the importance of his statements. He was true to his world, he had nothing to hide or play coy with, and did not speak circles around her. It incited her in a way that, she simply needed to ‘have him.’ Though for Camilla ‘keeping someone’ simply mean’t that she would spoil them beyond all recognition and poke at strings until she got what she wanted.           Camilla’s strange love for others had been as much. People who could set their hearts in a place where there could be no light. Had been individuals of great interest to the dear, that is to say. Those with their hearts filled with light were just as easily something to which Camilla would preen over. It had been the case in this moment, from first meeting of he. Daud was a man with a shadow cast upon his heart filled with a warm light.

.           ❝ Mm, I have no interest in protecting a home like this. Though if it is             true it is my home now. Then I suppose there is no changing it. Even             as I live day by day here. I find more and more things to love, more and             more things I would love to protect. It might just be suitable for someone             like me. Do you feel the same? Have you been acquitted to your new home             Sir Daud?  ❞

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Applying as Mark 48 from Girls' Frontline with no prior reserve. I'm hoping that everything's okay! The application should be under 'Dossier'.

Welcome, Mark 48!

Your master will be Camilla!

We hope that you and your master can get along!

–Doge mod

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dunwallwolf:

   “…Daud.” Ever uncomfortable with long introductions, the man in red simply offered his name. It’s all she asked for, after all. He couldn’t quite get a read on her, which troubled him slightly. People wore all sorts of masks; that was something he’d learned the hard way many, many times in the past. Now, he made sure nobody would ever catch him off-guard.

   “…It’s good to question yourself now and again. Keeps you alert. Keeps you thinking. Keeps you from falling into despondency.” Folding his arms, Daud kept his eyes on the woman’s face, never looking away, his mouth set in a neutral scowl which betrayed no true emotion. His was a hard face of stone, with wrinkles and scars which told tales of a violent life. “…Sounds like you’ve got someone you’re fighting for. Don’t lose sight of that. You’ll never disappoint them so long as you remain resolute for them.”

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       Camilla smiles softly, he is a quiet person it would seem. Rather that the silence was not an off gesture to be had but that if he was not addressed, there was no need for fickle nuances. Immediately she’d accept this and with pleasured acceptance of course.       ❝ I’d rather not let such a tragic thing happen, how dull if it did.  That been          said, my own name is Camilla of Nohr. It isn’t ever day I come across          someone who’s personality is a charming delight. Has this town been          the thing to wear you down with age? Or do you have stories hidden            beneath the  folds of the years creased across your skin?  ❞  

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dunwallwolf:

Before offering his own commentary, Daud took a moment to listen. Truly listen. He had to think about it himself, after all. Why would the Masters need to exist…why would they have been brought here, offered a world, a future?

   “…We all have a world we want to see beyond that wall.” Finally, the scarred man spoke, his tired as coarse as sand. “Why we are needed, why we exist…that’s not the question to ask. We should already know our values. The real question is, what do we do with those values…and how far are we going to go for them?”

● ● ● ●                            ❝............................. You are right. ❞

        Camilla chimes lightly as she takes in the coarse mans words. He’d come to alarm her in slight, the low voice pierced through the dull day striking her soul with his own thoughts.        ❝ If my dear little sister heard me say such a thing, I’d think she’d find           herself dissapointed in me. Fufu, might I know the name of the man            who brought me to my senses then? ❞  

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ryuunosenshii:

          He can see the truth in such a statement; dragons are not controlled but respected. Proud, powerful beasts give as much respect as they receive. Genji is brought back to his days as a young boy, where he was excited to learn how to manipulate the dragon spirits. However, such a feat was not easy. He had to go through strenuous training in order to know how to understand the beast, respect it, and know not to take its power for granted. The spiritual dragons are passed down through his bloodline, and he believes both Hanzo and his father are better trained at using them. Even with how much Genji has trained, he doesn’t feel as though he has unlocked his true ultimate potential with the dragon yet.

          “What a special gift she is. And you speak the truth; dragons are proud, powerful beasts. I have much respect for someone capable of forming a relationship with one such as this.” The ninja tilts his head up slightly to meet the wyvern’s gaze. Though his expression is hidden behind the mask, his body language shows he is both curious and fascinated. Not just in the dragon, but in this woman. She isn’t just any normal person; she must be strong and experienced if she has earned the respect of his powerful creature. She appears to be some type of warrior; he is beginning to see more of those, as more servants and masters continue to show up around this city. “You must be strong if this dragon has chosen you to be her partner.”

          When the woman steps aside to presumably let him meet the wyvern, he is somewhat in awe. This isn’t the same as summoning and working with a dragon spirit, whose energy and power has the potential to be much different than a physical dragon. This one is here and has a personality of its own, and it is staring right back at him. He chuckles then at her comment, green visor flaring and shoulders quivering. “Ahaha, oh? Do not worry, I will not steal Marzia away from you.” Genji decides not to reveal much about himself just yet; he is interested to see what this woman and her dragon are like.

          Though he cannot feel the air on his face, he can see it slightly fog up the visor. The dragon’s hot breath rustles the long scarf tied to the back of his helmet. He remains still and does not dare act brazenly by touching her yet. He allows the dragon to scent him if she so wishes. Out of respect and habit, he bows his head slightly, until the beast lowers her head and sizes him up with one great eye. He can’t help smirking behind his mask. This is so different, he would never imagine in his lifetime being able to see a dragon so different from the spirit dragons. 

          The dragon must smell an odd mixture of scents. He is human, but he has many cybernetic prosthetics beneath the armor. However, he thinks he should have been warier – dragons are also instinctual. As her great maw splits apart, teeth bared, he thinks his armor is going to have a hard time withstanding a direct hit from a dragon’s fire breath. He trusts this woman has some level of control over the dragon, even if she claims not to. Perhaps it is their relationship, but the dragon stops in her tracks upon hearing her name.

          A warm, static chuckle radiates from him once more and he folds his arms over his chest. “It is quite all right. I would not trust me if I were Marzia, either. I am a stranger, after all.  An armored stranger. Regardless, please call me Sparrow. It is a pleasure to meet you and your Marzia.”

● ● ● ●             ❝ Oh? I am Camilla, it is a pleasure to meet someone so valiant.               Your composure is really one to make mention of. You hadn’t               noticeably twitched in light of Marzia’s intent. So I am impressed ❞ Her hand pets the beast’s cranium allowing for her fingers to press down on the beasts scales. Allowing for a sort of scratching measurement to be had from it. Camilla knows of her favorite spot, a particular scale that was damage from a battle long ago. Beneath it had been sensitive skin, and once Camilla allowed for her hand to reach for it. The beast had melted to the floor, murrmurring much like a kitten purring,  ❝ If you don’t mind my asking--What are you? It’s evident that, there is more to you then one may see. ❞

           Camilla’s eyes crane down toward the corners of Sparrows armor, she notes once more the apparent tightness of his armor. It almost seemed as if he it was glued to him--or within was just a wisp--a spirit holding around it armor to keep itself together.  Even stranger she could feel a sort of presence about him--something strong and existing that told Camilla he was different from herself. The strangeness of it causes for her curiosity to peak and seeing as she had much to ask about. Learning about the new stranger was first and foremost importance in her eyes.            ❝ Though I wonder, does it bother you to ask? ❞

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