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“Ya sound like’a mage I know. But ya shouldn’t say such thin’s ‘bout people, might hurt someone’s feelin’s.” Or, well, his own.
“Hurt someone’s feelings? Like I--” Oops. “--Well, fine, whatever. I won’t say it again, but I’m guessing you’re exactly one of the loudmouths I’m talking about?”
Upon hearing such a harsh answer, the eyes of the girl flutter open immediately, some degree of disbelief apparent on her expression. Contrary to the woman’s appearance, it seems that her personality is not gentle or kind at all… Though the flower in her eye does garner the curiosity of the Manakete for a moment before she furrows her brows together as she responds to the stranger.
❝ Thank you so much for the help, I really appreciate it. ❞ she starts, tone unimpressed before she attempts to collect herself once more. ❝ But I could say the same for you, though you should know that appearances are deceiving, aren’t they? ❞ it seems clear that this stranger has no idea what a Manakete is, however… A potential edge for Nah, perhaps?
Ah, shit. With that sort of response it becomes evident her words aren’t quite chosen wisely. Though now that she considers it, it’s less about wise words and more about something much more... well, irritating. It had been that way since she arrived however, so she supposes there was nothing new there.
Folding her arms, she replies, “Wait a sec, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant...” And she pauses, biting at her lip as she thinks over the words. No, she meant exactly what she initially said, so now came the problem of coming up with some bullshit lie on the spot. “I meant, you looked worried about something. Not ... weak.”
“So, I was consoling you... I guess.” My ass. Together with the false words and the restraint of her anger... God, this was terrible.
“If anything, at least there’s not a bunch of damn loudmouths here.” Yet. She’s waiting.
❝ This is… Okay, okay; keep calm, Nah. You can deal with this sort of thing; you’ve dealt with worse before! ❞ muttering to herself, she inhales deeply for a moment before a silent exhale is given a moment later. ❝ Now, then… Where in the world am I…? ❞
Just what she was waiting for: the perfect opportunity to open itself up so she didn’t have to take action first. Of course, she truly can’t care less what the girl is concerned about, but she approaches regardless, maintaining a decent distance between herself and the other.
“No one’s really got a clue what or where this shithole is. But it doesn’t sound like you’re gonna survive for long looking like that anyway.”
“If thou art certain.”
Saber bowed her head. Her reply did not help her elucidate the identity of her new master and the search must, of course, continue. If there was even a master to be found. Although such an occurrence had never occurred before, Saber found herself entertaining the possibility that she had been resurrected.
A thought she was quick to discard. “Indeed, I do not possess any further information. Though perhaps thou dost, it would be most helpful it thou couldst aid me in familiarizing myself with this world.”
Having to be in the presence of others was inevitable yet she found herself frustrated and irritated once again regardless. Still, she supposed it wasn’t such an awful idea to try and learn about the unfamiliar surroundings with them. To explore with company would likely create a bond, although that wasn’t what she was interested in. What mattered was the one-sided trust she would hopefully gain and how she could take advantage of it if needed.
“...I know about as much as you do. But I was going to look around, so you can ... tag along or whatever. Just don’t get in my way.”
With that stated, she began to walk forward, paying no mind to the pace of the other as she did.
Apparently not. The Knight King stood back up as she bowed her head in acknowledgement.
“It is nothing of the sort. I had merely assumed the reason for my summoning into this world was related to previous circumstances of the same.”
“I apologize if I had bothered thee in any way. It was not my intention to cause any, nor did anyone coerce me into performing such an action. However, art thou certain that thou hast not performed a summoning? Perhaps by accident?”
“Really,” she responded dully, her disinterest also evident in her drifting gaze. She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that she should probably be more attentive to what others had to say so that she could gather information, but fact was, she simply wasn’t in the mood.
“...I won’t say I don’t have weird-as-shit powers, but I doubt this has got anything to do with me.” With a fold of her arms, she added, “So I’m guessing you’re just as clueless here as everyone else, huh?”
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Witches. Prophecies. Was this somehow related to the Grail? Saber could only assume and as such when she found herself staring into the single eye of the woman which had seemed to appear before her.
Saber bent the knee.
“I ask you. Are you my master?”
“Master?” she echoed, her irritated tone accompanied with a dull curiosity. Of the many questions she had, the very last one she thought she would need to ask was why the hell someone would approach her with that sort of inquiry.
“I’m no one’s master. What, did someone lie to you just so you could embarrass yourself?”
intro time!! hello i’m iza (as well as resident mod ❇)!! you may have seen me around as gareki and yogi in aod 1.0 + 2.0 respectively or jinguji ren, yogi, and tenka in citta. i’ve roleplayed zero in the past but not for long, so here we go again!
i promise i’m not nearly as vicious as she is so don’t hesitate to follow me on twitter, especially if you think you might ever have questions! glad to be here and i hope we all have fun here!! zero won’t
A mission of murder is upon us And I shall be completing it with flying colors.
anything before this post is not ilaefaci related, so please ignore it!
Sweet Secrets | Gintoki and Zero
So when you tried to protect a girl, there were many things one might expect to happen. Receiving a jab to your gut was kind of low on the list of desirable or okay outcomes. Especially not of the variety that actually hurt. Damn, that girl packed more power than what you’d imagine, looking at her petite figure. That he wasn’t doubled over in pain was a combination of the fact that she had - just barely - missed the most tender part of his abdomen, and also from the fact that their position had hardly given her room to put full power into that jab. Probably.
"O-oi!" Letting his arms fall from around her waist, he took a step back and rubbed the back of his head as the sharp pain at his abdomen quickly faded into a slight soreness. "Well, I thought I saw something but…" Trailing off as crimson eyes gazed toward the murky depths again, not a single sign of life stirring any longer, he decided to leave it at that.
Instead, his attention turned to the so-called ‘stick’ she was referring to, a small smile that carried with it the weight of a certain pain through the melancholia and even bitterness it seemed to hold.
Had he been any other samurai, more prideful of what most considered their very soul, he might have taken insult at his bokuto being called a stick. But Gintoki was hardly your typical samurai, and his bokuto was just a telephone order that held no real meaning to it. A means to an end. Because a katana simply felt too heavy to carry around regularly, but he couldn’t bring himself to abandon his sword altogether. Not then, and not even after all this time.
In a movement that seemed almost wistful, he slid his bokuto back through the belt at his hips, turning to face the girl once again, all traces of his earlier sadness gone, replaced by an easy grin that never reached his eyes.
"This stick’s plenty, to protect what I need to protect." Hand tucked in through his yukata wearing an idiotic grin, this was the Sakata Gintoki that the world was more familiar with seeing.
Turning, he made as if to leave, glancing back at the girl with his pinky already up his nose.
"C’mon, let’s go get ya dried up. I’ll even let you get me another ice cream, to make up for earlier." Turning back to look ahead of him, her earlier words about having no joy to take echoed in his mind. Huh, seemed there was more to her story than just crude speech and violent words.
Is it just your imagination, or does his back somehow, against all odds, seem almost dependable?
Zero couldn’t respond with much else than a roll of her eyes. At least it was admirable he would even bother, whether he was simply trying to impress her or not.
Just as she was about to turn and retrieve her own sword – not only because she felt odd without it, but to subtly show him what a real weapon was like – she noticed he smiled in the sort of way she detested. The last time she had seen one of the sort was from herself, when she last looked at her reflection and found even her forced smiles changed. She was sure it became apparent in smug grins, even. It was annoying to remember her pain had become so deeply seeded, and while she wondered what the hell could have happened to this guy where he looked the same.
That wasn’t going to make her treat him any more gently, however, and he didn’t need to know she was aware of what that kind of look meant. Such a thing wasn’t supposed to be her business, but at least she would never know the specifics. She wasn’t sure if she was decent enough not to ask or just didn’t care. Both, maybe. But at least his expression changed to one she detested for a different reason.
“…Yeeeeah. If you say so.” Turning again, she walked back to her weapon and knelt, lifting it and keeping a tight grip on it before relaxing to the familiarity of the hilt in her palm. When she stood, she had intended to walk off and go elsewhere away from him, but she couldn’t help but freeze when he had his finger stuck up his nose.
Well. She wasn’t exactly judging, but that was really something else. Much more so, however, was the way he carried himself. There was something about it she couldn’t describe, and she hadn’t seen anyone walk in such a way for years. Still, she didn’t want to follow him. She didn’t like or trust the guy any, but the ice cream she was interested in and she did need to get dry. No matter how he walked, though, she would remain wary.
Resting her sword over her shoulder, she walked past him with a huff. “Excuse me? Other way around, fuckass. Besides, I don’t even know what that is, besides that it’s cold as hell.” Sighing, she added, “And don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to go with you, but I am wet and you do owe me.” They might have sounded like excuses, but she surely would have quickened her pace otherwise.
Sorry for the absence!! I'm still alive but I have been in Gintama hell and you can thank our resident Gintoki for that. [stabs them] :^)
Aaanyway, I'm gonna attempt some replies.. . .,,.. attempt..
You had this expression on your face, like you weren’t quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via sunst0ne)
counting all the assholes in the room; well, i’m definitely not alone
The sounds of stirring went ignored, dismissed as Zero shifting in her sleep, but the obnoxious snort caused him to turn and look, wondering if that sound was one she made in her sleep and ready to shelve the memory to mock her about it in future.
It turned out that she was awake though, which made it all the more amazing, and not in the positive awe-struck sense of the word. It was obvious that she had just woken up; pity, she had actually been cute asleep without her toxic tongue ruining the impression one got from features that were actually rather delicate.
And of course, the first thing out her mouth was outright stating that she was hungry. Like he was supposed to do something about it, never mind the fact that he had in fact managed to catch a wayward hare while keeping watch earlier. That was kind of annoying wasn’t it? Still, there was her unusual behaviour to consider, a state which seemed less resolute than what he had come to see as the norm from her.
"What a snort. And telling me you’re hungry like that - ya trying to give pigs a run for their money or something?"
Even with his ungracious words, he set about preparing to roast the meat for the two of them, a tantalising smile soon drifting toward his nose.
“Can it. I just woke up and I’m not in the mood to argue.” Actually, she never was in the mood to do so, but there were times she decided she didn’t want to bother at all, especially not with him. And she wasn’t offended, but who was he to talk? She had caught him with his finger up his nose on several occasions. If she was caught doing the same (as she sometimes did), she guessed he still would have had some annoying comment to give her.
Annoying really was the defining word for him. It might as well have been his name at this point.
Zero eyed the meat, sniffing audibly when the smell grew stronger, which didn't take long considering how sensitive to everything she had become. She really couldn’t tell if he was preparing it for her or himself or what, given how odd he had been up to this point. It didn’t matter, though. If he decided he wanted to play around, she could find food herself. Maybe.
“Hey, Annoying,” she started, looking and sounding dead-serious as if it was truly his name. “Help me out later, would you? With the usual.” After pausing briefly but noticeably in that it was clear she was actually thinking out her words, she added, “If you feel like it.”
╳ || “If I had my coat, I’d give it to you. Or maybe a better idea would be to share it? Who knows.” He turns his head slightly to look at Moka by his side and gives a grin, perhaps a little mischievous to match her’s. Despite all the circumstances pinned against them, he’s actually having some fun. Some of his worries dissipate bit by by as they continue walking.
That’s true until he senses something off ahead— a presence too large to be a simple squirrel or bird but too small to be one of the beasts that lurk in the forest. He tenses slightly, but his pace doesn’t change. Slowly, his smile fades into monotone, hoping the unknown entity doesn’t notice his change in demeanor.
"There’s someone up ahead." His voice is barely a whisper as he speaks to his companion. "We should try to avoid them."
She laughs yet again, his words growing even more amusing. "I guess I wouldn’t mind that.” He reminded her of another ghoul she met, albeit they were very different types of youkai; and very different people as well, despite the similarities she found.
However, her amusement didn’t last very long. By the time Haise mentioned an unknown presence, she had already felt it and realized there was no point in trying to avoid whoever it was. "Why bother?" She says, “I’m sure they’ve noticed as well. And there’s quite a murdering aura around them.”
She had heard them quite audibly– not necessarily their words due to her lack of interest, but she knew others were around. Really, she didn’t want to bother too much with them when she could easily pick a fight with someone weak and alone so there wasn’t a hassle. However, it would likely be even more of a bother to try and find that particular person, so she figured she might as well give it a shot. It wasn’t as if she had much to lose.
Stopping once one went silent, Zero heard what seemed to be words intended to call her out following. The voice was almost crystal clear, a result of one of her “sister’s” influence. It wasn’t always horrible, she guessed.
Zero turned to approach the group, stepping casually despite the sword over her shoulder. “Oh, yeah? Got a problem with it?”
"Shoulda stayed quiet. I was going to leave you alone."
Feeling a disturbance in the force and she doesn't think it has anything to do with Archer.
