*♔: CHOSEN KING.

  THE LORD DOES NOT LOOK AT THE THINGS MAN LOOKS AT. MAN LOOKS AT THE OUTWARD APPEARANCE, BUT THE LORD LOOKS AT THE HEART. { CITTA ALVEARE }

[hameshavanim]

kxchamara

    Filth litters the darkened streets belonging to that of the third sector. No shortage of thugs can be sighted whilst this Eirei treks betwixt flickering streetlights, verdant tufts gleaming ever so with each, swift glance he proffers to each side. Titters, only in the slightest distance within the alleys, do ears hearken to, these vigilant eyes of an Archer now more perceptive -- focused -- in their attempts to locate the origins. Ah, that is until soles halt in note of resonating footsteps trailing after. "I was told that many 'hooligans' lurked on these streets, preying on innocents who cannot seem to defend themselves properly," he muses aloud, directed toward this entity on a lonesome stroll.

    "I seek them in favour of a lovely maiden they targeted before. Do you happen to know where they might reside? I will repay you for your aid."

[hameshavanim]

lamaroeildolce

    Brimming with patrons is this bijou pub wherein the royal lounges amongst multitudes of men and women alike. Golden liquid sloshes about within translucent mugs, foam trickling from atop each glass whilst the content is guzzled by the owners of each beverage. One beside him lifts themselves from the wooden, round table to depart in another direction, forsaking a half-emptied pitcher to all those whom remain in place. Verdigris eyes observe in mild delight, both palms pressed gently to steady what drink he has left in the container before him, before gaze thus rests on one of deep, azure tresses who has just seemed to wander in from the outside world.

    One, single limb lifts to wave in greeting, cheerful in this address.

    "Come, friend! This spot has become free just now. There is more than enough room for a new face or two in company--!"

[hameshavanim]

biashacker

    "I believe there is a saying for something like this. 'Two is company, three is a crowd?' If crowds aren't a bother, perhaps you will accompany me to this supposed feast. Fortune shines on me and I was able to acquire three spots for the evening."

[hameshavanim]

saravalt

    Sandled soles plod atop cemented pathways whilst the verdant Eirei treks throughout this vast city. Intrigue brims within viridescent hues, swiftly flicking to and fro as if to garner all he can of these modern mechanics. There is a pause in leisurely strides, howsoever, upon notice of a youthful maiden toting what seemed bags of materials about the street ways. Nigh eager, already his physique trotting over in effort to intercept this innocent pedestrian before extending a limb in the slightest upon arrival.

    "I am sure a lovely lady as yourself does not require aid. Yet, I fear it would be ill of me to leave you to carry those by yourself. I would be blessed if you would have me to help."

[spacetimedoor-deactivated201505]

"How flattering of you to say! I won’t be needing any sugar in my coffee after that.. Let’s go and find somewhere. My name is Setsuna, by the way. How about yours?" She’s only blushing a little bit. How deal with emotions?

[hameshavanim]

   "One as kindly and fair as yourself is deserving of nothing less," he utters, lips curling upward at the minuscule blush she exhibits. One nod is proffered before beginning to trek forward, doing well to pace himself to not rush her along to the nearest shop. "Setsuna? Foreign compared to what I am used to. I will do well to remember it.

   I am Archer, if you will. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

[spacetimedoor-deactivated201505]

"You are most welcome to accompany me. I will be happy to introduce you to the wonders that are coffee. But I can’t guarantee you will like it!" 

[hameshavanim]

   "I look forward to these wonders, my thanks is given. Whether I enjoy it or not is no matter, however. After all, to have acquired the company of yourself is more pleasing than even the sweetest drink."

[spacetimedoor-deactivated201505]

"I feel as if I should make more of an effort to befriend people… I don’t suppose anyone would want to go for a coffee at this hour, hm."  

[hameshavanim]

   "I have never tried this beverage before, but I would be honoured to accompany you if you would have me."

[hameshavanim]

!if the glove fits: [open]

   Soles plod in leisure atop the cemented walkways of the vast metropolis, this Servant trekking throughout it so in an endeavour to memorize what he must. Recently plucked from where he once resided, there is a comprehension that knowledge is utmost power in circumstances as these, something he does not hesitate to indulge in. Thus, verdant hues flick from each, porcelain feature that passes beyond him in stride, examining well the structures and modern antics one of his kin could never have dreamt to encounter. Ah, but it is so that his attention is garnered to where feet pause, aware of the softer object beneath his stance in contrast to the hardened stone.

   Extending his limb, he leans forward to recover it from the filth ridden sidewalks, digits brushing anything aside to cleanse it from stains. Pulling it close to inspect, the item itself becomes clear to the Archer. That of a glove, gone astray from the maiden (or, perchance that of a male, if mistaken) which it was once kept by. Swift, eyes glance to and fro as if to discover where he is to return the fallen cloth, both coming to rest upon who seems to be a patron of this unorthodox experiment.

   Albeit no secondary article which matches is perceived, he cannot deny that it goes well with the outfit which they currently wear. Several steps are thusly taken, approaching this stranger before promptly addressing them.

   "Excuse me, but does this happen to be yours?"

   Fingers lift to display the elegant piece of fabric happened upon. Presented toward them is the opening of the garment, properly awaiting for the other to place their hand within it with minuscule effort if it were their belonging. Akin to that of a known tale, where a royal attempts to locate the very ownership of the slipper formed in translucent glass. Lips unfurl further into that of a hopeful smile, wonderment swathing him that he might have found to whom it is meant.

[hameshavanim]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

   "Surely, you must know that there is nothing finer than the slingshot upon my person."