Life Hunter

One of us, thou art not {affiliated with FSL}

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Out to the Fields | FSL Event

@direheterosis

   “Priscilla, I’m going out.”

An idle statement, yet it carried so much weight. It meant more. He knew she knew that it meant more. They’d gotten their announcement. They’d seen what those voices had to show them. Daud strapped his wristbow to his arm and flexed his fingers, then made sure his sword was clean before sheathing it.

So, it was going to be war. He knew, all along. There was only one way these things ever ended. Fighting, and blood. So much blood. He’d hoped…he’d hoped to put it all behind him. Yet here he was, getting ready to step out once again, to spill it once more. He wondered if it would make a difference for him.

No time for that kind of thought. His eyes were focused now, undeterred. This wasn’t some job for petty coin. He wasn’t about to slaughter some noble at their dinner table. No. This was a fight for something else entirely.

Hope…?

   “…You coming with me?”

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She had started to rise before he had even finished speaking, her thought process was simple; if he was leaving then she would accompany him. Despite what he said and how she felt about their roles, she would not knowingly let harm befall him. That didn’t even speak for the current climate in the city...

So, for him to even ask if she would be joining him; that caused her to hesitate.

“Daud...” By not saying where he had already told her enough. The crossbreed closed her eyes briefly and exhaled lightly. “You know it would be irresponsible of us both if you were to approach any hostilities alone.”

“Of course I will be accompanying you.”

The thought of being deployed as a weapon still felt unpleasant, but she was no stranger to taking lives to protect others, with what was apparently at stake... She knew she should not hesitate. 

“After all, you must be at least somewhat curious of what I am capable of.”

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rebellaveram:

The air feels different. Something grand stirs and catches his attention; he feels a prickle against the back of his neck. Instinct demands that he seek out the sudden disruption but years of experience quell the primal need to know. Whatever dangers lurk amongst the shadows, he is well-equipped to deal with them.

So he does not act, not before he hears a gentle voice call out to him. Still, he does not turn to greet it. Rather, he is amused by the stranger’s apology - so demure are they. Solas allows his eyes to close as he imagines the being the voice must belong to: Lithe, graceful, not unlike a spirit.

Ah, one can dream.

The voice asks him a question and he turns, then, allowing but half of his face to show as his gaze drifts languidly towards the corner of his eye. There is something elegant about the way he cants his head forward in acknowledgment, delicate yet precise.

“Indeed, I am a mage,” he tells the air. Curiosity tugs at the corners of his upturned lips. “And what manner of being are you that you feel you must hide yourself from a mortal?”

“I am not hiding...” Her response wasn’t particularly indignant nor was it defensive, but it was delivered with a speed that betrayed her. Despite her claim she remained out of sight, using the opportunity to look over him without the return. “... I merely tire of their gaze.” Her lips turned to a smile granting a playful tint to the words that followed “Those mortals.”

She wondered if he had any idea of where she stood. Though her shroud was powerful, she wasn’t putting much of any effort into its effects. She would maintain it a moment longer, at least.

“Not a mortal, for one. Though can any of us that have been manifested here really call ourselves that? I make no claim to anything associated with the title, for I am little more than something that should not have been.” A slight pause “But curious nonetheless. I am more interested in what you are.”

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Unfamiliar Territory

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dunwallwolf:

Daud’s usually-unreadable expression flinched for a moment when she addressed him, the corners of his mouth twitching downwards in a slight scowl. Master Daud. That was who he was. That was the life he left behind. Something about being called a Master, even now, really didn’t sit well with him. Felt like something unpleasant was being perpetuated, something he wanted to pull out by the root.

Clenching and unclenching the fist which bore his Command Seals, that brand his role was known for, the man in the red coat shook his head. “Daud. Just Daud, no need for the ‘Master’…good to meet you.” Hm. He was never good at extended greetings. Usually, the people he met would stay in his company only long enough to tell him who he had to kill and how much he should expect to be paid. Though he didn’t show his discomfort on his face, he couldn’t help but adjust his collar for the second time.

So, then, this was what it meant to have a Servant…to have such a partnership. Though he couldn’t see it with his eyes, he could definitely feel the bond that had grown between the two of them…no. It hadn’t grown, it simply existed. He felt safer around her, for some reason; the feeling of safety, however, brought the unease of the unknown. Maybe I’m overthinking all of this…hah. Naive, you old Knife.

   “…You got good eyes, Lancer. Honest eyes…come on, let’s go home. We can talk more when we get there.” Home, huh? Maybe, eventually, he’d be able to come to think of it as such.

“Daud then.” It was impossible to be disappointed or relieved when you held no expectations, yet even still she was unsure how to feel about this one. She supposed that it was pointless ruminating on it when she could simply interact with him. A shame then, that such a thing wasn’t one of her strong suits.

She was never the best at reading them, either. All she could really tell is that this one wasn’t giving much away. Not quite ashen faced, but certainly far from jubilant. Well despite how he looked, he was her source of mana here; something she would need to simply exist. 

“Good eyes...” Those draconic emerald slits looked off at nothing in particular, if only someone had said that to her while she was alive.

The journey was not long but it wasn’t one filled with conversation either. When he made it clear they had arrived she couldn’t decide if she was relieved it might be over or dreaded that it was about to continue. He hesitated and she knew why before he even turned back to face her, his eyes lingering on the door frame for only a moment. 

“A minor issue...” It was some small mercy that she could enter a spirit like state, one that made passing through doors that were remarkably too small only trivial instead of the embarrassing and slow affair it once was. Though it wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, it would definitely come in useful. She reformed in the spartan apartment, sitting cross-legged due to the low ceiling.

“Do you already consider this a home, then? I suppose that is good.”

“This is not the first place I have been whisked away to, but it seems to fancy itself as the last.” Those were details for another time. “I expect you are eager to know my abilities and how I can best serve you... I do not expect you to know of me, but I am best known as Crossbreed Priscilla, daughter of dragon and god.”

How things changed, something she spent so long running from, so long in hiding because of, spoken now as an introduction.

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Charisma;

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vengier:

The gigantic, behemoth of a woman which was blocking her way was quite obviously unavoidable.  She was certainly taken off guard by the sudden inquiry directed her way, or mayhaps it was simply the build of the one before her. Golden optics trailed upwards, until they rested on the face of the woman. 

Her shocked expression morphed into one of defiance; she had the temerity to address her so brazenly? Well, she had to give her some credit for that.  Though upon the realization that the one before her was a Lancer, Avenger would reconsider her thought. She wasn’t bold, probably just stupid. 

“Geh, And?” Her bored and curt response was enough to display that she was not here to entertain, though there was something curious about the stranger. Yet Avenger’s interest seemed to wane into a flat toned annoyance when she brought up the prospect of her other self. “The city is filthy with the righteous rabble that inhabit it.  I don’t know you, which means if you have seen someone like me, then it was that holy trashy woman.” 

Well, her appearance was at least, her attitude however... 

“... It appears I did not make myself clear. What I meant by familiar was to this area, not to me as we have obviously not met before.” A brief pause “I would remember if we had.” It was rarely easy, she hoped after that this woman would understand her after that. “I know not of any... Trashy woman.”

“If you are busy, do not let me detain you. I merely thought another servant may know how best to spend their time here.”

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@lucktobeirish

She had been watching him for some time, as had a small gathered crowd. He was charismatic enough to catch their interest and his art graceful enough to hold them. It didn’t feel right calling them tricks, though she supposed that’s what they were. 

At first glance it might seem he was performing the least magical form of magic there actually was, but there was something else going on. She was finely tuned to even the faintest traces of magic and mana, yet the details of exactly what he was doing still eluded her. Whatever it was, the blend was sublime. 

Eventually the impromptu show came to a close, and plenty even offered their currency. She had remained invisible the entire time, waiting for the last to disperse. 

“That was all quite entertaining, you’re good at those.” Her voice resonated softly, coming from no particular place, her shroud was absolute. “What do you think of mine?” 

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Sunlight, sweet and warm, pours through the ceiling’s glass panes, illuminating the gardens with a gentle air of nostalgia: The mage wanders through the exhibit, perusing the placards that stand in the soil. Every flower has a purpose, whether it be ceremonial or a mere food source for a unique species. They’re arranged, of course, in matters of compatibility as well as aesthetic. Around every corner, there is an alcove with a stone bench, a place for visitors to sit and admire. 

He finds himself a place between the Alpinea zerumbet, the light galangal. According to its placard, the leaves are used in tea and contain hypotensive, diuretic, and antiulcerogenic properties. The plant has culinary uses as well, namely for zongzi or mochi. He files those tidbits away, then allows himself to close his eyes and meditate.

If he were to fall asleep here, what spirits would he meet, were this not a man-made world?

@direheterosis

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She didn’t think it would be the case, but she wouldn’t have been at peace until she looked for herself. Plant life from far and wide, many places and eras filtered down to one; she had known somewhere like it before. She knew it was folly before she tried, for how could a building like this house something many times its own size? Seeing an archtree here was a fool’s hope. 

Yet here she stood, put out by the fact that there was no archtrees after all, even one would have been fine... At least the shroud of invisibility masking her hid the dejected pout on her face. 

Not that this museum hadn’t been fascinating in its own right, many interesting things to see, as well as people... She stood in her invisibility a short distance away from such a person, one who looked incredibly at peace. He did not smell human, that much was obvious to her instantly, though what he was, she could not say. After looking over his form, her hand subconsciously reached up under her hair, fingers tracing one of her own pointed ears.

“Hello.” Bad manners it may be, she chose not to become visible, letting only her soft voice carry out. “I mean you no harm, and I do apologise if I have disturbed you.” She hesitated, wondering for a moment if her next question would be too forward for a stranger.

“You are a sorcerer, yes? The mana flows is so natural I almost did not notice.”

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“I don’t even have a lance...”

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Unfamiliar Territory

@direheterosis

   “Mnh…”

For what seemed to be the hundredth time today, the Knife grimaced, putting his gloved hand to his head. Damn it. Though he’d gotten his bearing a while back, always quick to get back on his feet after he was down, this was admittedly new. A mystery, perhaps – and, by his own words, mysteries were something he could never abide.

Recovering from his brief moment of discomfort, Daud did the next thing that came to him instinctively, and checked his equipment. Fortunately, it seemed that nothing was missing – his blade and pistol were safely strapped at his waist, and the pouches on his belt and chest holster were packed tightly with bullets, darts, and various other tools. Pulling up his sleeve, the strong-jawed man nodded in affirmation at the presence of his wristbow. Hmph. Though he might be in an unknown place, at least he still had everything he would need to make his way quickly – and safely.

Ah…of course. There was something else. The sudden itching he felt on the back of his left hand confirmed it. Clenching his teeth and flexing his fingers as he usually did to calm that unearthly feeling, the former assassin glowered at his glove for a moment. That magic had always served him well, but he had to admit he had begun to see it more as a curse than a blessing. He’d received a similar brand on his other hand recently, but it wasn’t nearly as sinister as the Mark of the Outsider was, an eternal reminder of whose attention he had drawn.

It only took Daud a moment to pull himself from his thoughts. He had work to do, if that mysterious voice was to be trusted. A…partner to find. Someone who was already here, or arrived at the same time as he…a “Servant.” That second brand ached slightly at the thought, as if urging him forward. Uncomfortable, being urged by something he didn’t understand, but familiar. Too familiar. Nothing for it, then. Taking a deep breath, adjusting his collar slightly, he began to walk towards the source of that feeling. 

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It didn’t take Daud long to realize that this city was truly and wholly unfamiliar territory. Not only was the architecture different from Dunwall’s, nobody seemed to recognize his face – an impossibility back home, considering all the Wanted posters. Well, this could be a boon. A chance at a fresh start…it was exactly what he wanted, wasn’t it? His contemplations were interrupted, however, by a sudden pain in his right hand. A reaction of some sort? 

Sharpening his gaze, Daud looked around…then his ears caught a sound of an approach. Not some passerby – someone was definitely walking with measured steps. A coincidence? No. From experience, the man had stopped believing in coincidences long ago. He looked now towards the source of the sound. Just around a corner now…his knees bent, he was ready to leap into the air at a moment’s notice…

Yet, despite everything he had seen, all the magic, intrigue, and witches in the world, nothing could have prepared him for this.

A towering…girl, for that was what she was, if her face was any indication, stood before him, looking right at him. Daud showed no expression on his face, but his heartbeat most certainly picked up, at least for a moment. He was out in the open, but so was she. If she showed any signs of aggression, he would be able to react accordingly…but somehow, he knew that wouldn’t be the case. Looking up at her tall form, for the first time today, the former assassin knew certainty. Standing up straight once more, and with an entirely unreadable look on his face, he spoke, his voice coarse as sandpaper.

   “…Let me guess. You must be the Servant I heard about.”

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A peculiar place indeed, a land that's more real on the inside than the out. Similar in ways to an artificial world she knew, she couldn’t shake the feeling it was like something else she’d experienced. But the more she dug in her mind for an answer, the further away it seemed to get. 

Such a strange welcome too, it was less a conversation, more forced understanding. And what exactly did she understand now? That knowledge had been vague at best, she had been told one thing, yet the feeling it had imparted had been totally different. Was this cooperative? Was this something else? Only one sensation had been made searingly clear to her; she needed her Master to survive her, and other Masters or Servants could pose a threat to them.

She had come to understand she may have arrived slightly ahead of her assigned Master, yet today something had changed, she knew they were here, and felt a vague homing sensation pulling her though the city. She had no reason to resist, so pulled she was. Closer and closer, it wasn’t a map or even a clear route, she could merely tell the distance was getting shorter and shorter until they were practically on top of each other. 

When he rounded the corner she knew instantly, this was him. She could practically see the mana emanating from the mark on his hand. Human by the look and smell of him, she could taste mana on the air too. 

“Your Servant, yes. By that mark on your hand, I can tell you are my master.”

Similarly, the look on her face made it hard to tell how she felt about that word. 

“I am the Lancer of White, though Lancer will do. I will reveal my true name somewhere more private.” It all came out fairly easily, she knew it was something she was supposed to say. “Who then, are you?”

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♫ // ★

★ Did you have a mentor or an idol you looked up to while training to become a great warrior?

“It should be said that I did not train at all to become a warrior, least of all a great one.”

“I suppose in many ways my father was a mentor and I certainly looked up to him. He was the smartest person I have ever met, he taught me everything I knew about magic and practically created the art of sorcery in our world. He was wise and powerful, I was eager to learn anything he would teach me, even if I once considered his lessons long. Despite this, I never became what he truly wanted.

I suppose my idol would be the figure who never forgot about me, one who saved me and helped me become one who could save others. It was a better fate than I could have ever hoped for.”

♫ Tell us your battle theme!

“Well...”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5zSVzoAdpE

[sidestuiff]

Asks for the warriors among us!

☮ Do you like to fight? Why or why not?

✈ Do you prefer fighting in the air or on ground? The sea?

☠ What kind of death do you expect on the battlefield?

☯ Have you ever fought a war for your country?

✌ Tell us about your best victory!

✖ Tell us about your worst defeat!

☢ Do you have any magical/super/mutant/etc. powers?

☤ How decent of a healer are you? Can you heal on the fly?

♫ Tell us your battle theme!

★ Did you have a mentor or an idol you looked up while training to become a great warrior?

✞ Do you believe in revenge? Exacting it on others? Others coming for you?

♛ Any enemies or rivals to speak of?

◔ What kind of fighting style do you have?

☭ Your favourite kind of weapon?

☫ Do you like to play with your opponents or finish them off neatly and quickly?

ø Does death of your comrades in arms ever bother you?

♠ Do you remember your first kill?

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Charisma;

@vengier

She told herself that she couldn’t walk everywhere while invisible. Well, she could, but she shouldn’t, not if she wanted to know this place. And what point was there in trying to save something you didn’t know, understand or appreciate? So today, she was entirely visible, all fourteen feet of her. 

“Excuse me, I was wondering; do you know this area of the city? I’m looking for something to do and you looked like you were familiar.”

She hadn’t noticed it at first, but there was something almost captivating about the woman. Or perhaps she had noticed it and that’s exactly why she’d picked her out. She was certainly beautiful, and perhaps a little intimidating, now she was close. Realising she’d probably looked on in silence for too long, she cleared her thought.

“Uhm, not that I meant to disturb you. I’m... Lancer.”

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Two for One;

@fatesxng

Staring was something she avoided not because she had trained herself to do so, but because she had so often experienced the lingering gaze of others. Even in a place like this she supposed her height still made her quite literally stand out. But that wasn’t to say her curiosity could not be raised. 

Take this one for example; human sized but obviously something else. Pointed ears, vibrant hair and skin an obsidian she had never seen; she beautiful in her own right. 

And thus the crossbreed approach, careful to advance at a calm pace and not draw to near. 

“I don’t mean to disturb you, only to ask if you have been inside?”

“The museum, that is.” She nodded towards the newly opened established by their side. “The idea of one in such a place is intriguing to say the least.”

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Heads or Tails;

@shslsyoko

It was a trip the crossbreed had fully intended to start, enjoy and finish while entirely invisible, yet she had seen something that had ultimately caused her to act. Nor was it spurred by anything more portentous than a lazy rumble from the clouds and the creeping cascade that followed.

But there had been something about the girl, the look on her face spoke to Priscilla in ways that words might not. Despite knowing it might be merely projection- she had been guilty of that before after all- she wouldn’t be satisfied simply walking away. And besides, even to one as attuned as the crossbreed couldn’t detect anything other than the faintest traces of mana, what harm could she be? Without breaking her shroud, she spoke from thin air as the rain started to fall.

“I do not wish to alarm you, but I am about to become visible. I mean you no harm but it can come as a surprise to those... Smaller than myself. I noticed the rain...” The air around where she stood began to shimmer with a faint silver haze and soon enough Priscilla faded into sight with a long, black shape in her hand.

“And thought it would be selfish to keep this to myself.” Holding out her right hand she extended the umbrella to an impressive canopy, using it to shield them both. ““Though if you would rather walk alone I understand. If not, well, you can call me Lancer.”

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Crossbreed Priscilla - Dark Souls

She Big (14ft tall Big)

Half Dragon (definitely)

Half God (probably)

Best hugs (no doubt)

Doesn’t start shit (will finish it)

Fear the Reaper (but don’t (but do))

Will be your mom (but only if no one else will)

Was done with your shit before you even got here