a flower legendary for its beauty

You're not the only voice in my life anymore. I've spent time with others. I'm a curse. A freak. I know that, and he knows it too. But guess what? He still accepts me. He still forgives me. I'm tired of this world and everybody in it. I'll become his sword one last time!

[petaledwords-blog]

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The city was big.

Bigger than the art gallery. Actually, it was probably bigger than anything Ib has encountered. Her home was big, considering the amount of money she had, but it was a comfortable sized place. It was something she knew. Fuyuki City, however, was a place that she’s never been to.

The young girl was standing on the sidewalk, taking a moment to take in her surroundings. If Garry was here, it would take a long time to find him. He was the only one she really trusted at this moment and she needed him by her side.

She needed to start her search, then.

But where could she start? Maybe he was in the art gallery. But another question popped up - where was the art gallery? She needed to ask someone, get directions from them.

But how can she ask if she refuses to speak half of the time?

Ib took an inaudible breath before approaching a person and tugging on their shirt (or any clothing that could be tugged on without it falling off. That happened one time. Poor guy needed to wear a belt though) and once she got their attention, she opened her mouth.

“… Do you know… where the gallery is…?” 

[lostinshade]

her sneer seemed to cut out of marble, alabaster skin refusing to relax while inside the city. Kaine despised walking around large groups of people. villages, towns; you name it. she hated them all.

she didn't have anything against them, they could build a city from shit for all she cared, what she hated was the amount of people in them. she was dangerous, and most importantly, different. her clothes, the way she talked, everything was so goddamn 'exotic' that people couldn't help but stare or talk about her.

however, the seemingly aimless walking and her equally pointless train of thought came to a halt as soon as something tugged on the hem of her... 'shirt'. there was a cuss on the tip of her tongue, her eyes narrowing in case it was some asshole--

hold that though.

" uh, no kid. " " go ask your parents or something. "

[lostinshade]

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[naturalenemyofallwholive-deacti]

“Not my fault when people keep staring at you, then.” Pants could do anyone justice, really. But no. Lina probably wouldn’t shut up until something really bad happened.

[lostinshade]

" look, I don't care about what you want me to wear or whatever bullshit you keep spitting out-- so shut the hell up before I rip ya a new one! " she brings out the swords. she didn't want to hurt anyone, honest! but she was more than a little pissed, and there was a perfect punching bag in front of her.

[songoftheancients]

[lostinshade]

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[coerulus-blog]

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.

[lostinshade]

the question took her off guard, and she briefly mulls around the events in the last twenty-four hours or so. soon enough, she remembers a girl with a cold gaze. but-- a child? she seemed to be a teenager... was she really going to fight? well, no matter, it's not like being young meant she was weaker. she'd have to be able to keep up with her, after all.

she stares down at the girl for a few moments and, after a quick nod, casually turns around. over her shoulder, she issues a disguised order. it wasn't the smartest idea to talk about this in the middle of the crowd, she couldn't just go around proclaiming she was a master. she wasn't that stupid. " let's take this reunion somewhere else. "

and with that, she walks the opposite direction she was coming through.

well, at least she has one less thing to worry about. really, why was she brought back from whatever the fuck happened (wasn't she stabbed through the fucking chest and then burned away how does one recover from that) for this shitty ass war; and with a kid no less! this was bound to complicate things one way or another.

at least she didn't seem like that crybaby Emil. gloved hands ball into fists at the thought of the kid. no, she couldn't think about that know-- she already grieved.

after reaching the border of the city, about as far as they could go anyways, she turns around. there were more than a few questions on her mind, and she needed to get used to this new partnership. this is where her stellar socializing skills shine.

" so-- mind telling me about this war? no one bothered to give me a manual, goddamn bastards dropped me here with nothing but you and some cryptic bull. "

[lostinshade]

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[naturalenemyofallwholive-deacti]

“Yes, because guards obviously walk around in gear like this.” If anything it would probably be more suited to a modern setting, not what Lina’s wearing now. “No, I’m the goddamn batman just some passerby who had a thought and was asked a question. Next time you might wanna watch your mouth.” Check yourself before you wreck yourself.

[lostinshade]

fuck if she knows how twenty-first century guards dress.  " you don't have any room to complain-- I didn't ask for your bitching. "

geez, this one just wasn't going to shut up anytime soon, was she.

[lostinshade]

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[notaneskimo-blog]

And who was it with the pair of eyes watching the girl belonged to? Was it Santa Claus checking to see if she were naughty or nice? No? Was it the Easter Bunny plotting what sort of eggs he’d get her for when Easter came around? No? Was it God making sure she was doing what he had planned for her in the life his hands had granted? In a sense, yes. In another sense, no.

“You know..wandering around like you’re lost and then getting mad with someone who was only going to check on you and see if you needed directions isn’t very nice.” Izaya Orihara. That guy. The fuck ass who ruined everyone’s lives. The freak who played a gamble with other people’s worlds as if he were in charge of them. The man who thought he was God, but was really closer to the Anti-Christ. What was he doing here? Better yet, why was he following what seemed to be like an ordinary young lady around?

Simple. He’d heard what happened in this new universe he’d seemingly stumbled upon, he knew what went down, how it worked— and to be frank, he was trying to gain information on the rest of the population to not only know who the other people around were; but to see who was the strongest, most intelligent, stupidest and who would never be of use to him. To know and make allies. It was something that came natural to the informant and something that he /had/ to do whenever put in a position where he wasn’t sure /what/ to do.  “Though I guess I’ll brush the attitude off as caution. My name is Nakura.” One of his many aliases. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

[lostinshade]

to her surprise, this man reacted rather calmly despite her clearly threatening tone. she was sure she didn't look nearly as inviting as his attitude made her words out to be, wasn't this a grand surprise. 

" well I don't believe in random acts of kindness, so I hope you're not expecting a thanks. "

Kaine wasn't a genius or anything of the sort, but she could at least tell when someone was an A+ dick, and boy, her asshole meter was off the charts with this guy. maybe it was the way he calmly answered her; or perhaps she had been living with a bastard for so long that she could tell just by their expression. nonetheless, Kaine was wary of this man; as she was of everyone.

maybe she should calm down, she's probably just getting ahead of herself.

" I'm fine. what about you? -- or do you normally walk around looking for charity cases. " she's nothing short of hostile at this point, cautiously moving a foot, resting it behind her; easier to spring into action if she had to flee or cut this guy in half at a moment's notice. 

[lostinshade]

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[naturalenemyofallwholive-deacti]

That particular look would’ve been coming from a certain redheaded shortstack who had been walking about only to find her travelling sight interrupted by someone who reminded her of someone else she knew. Maybe with a bit more clothes, and a different hair color, but the way she carried herself made Lina’s bullshit meter go overboard.

And she was rude, too. How lovely. 

“Someone who needs to put a pair of pants on. I didn’t know they let people wander the streets half naked around here.”

[lostinshade]

oh she was so not in the mood for this. who fucking cares about her clothes? sure they were revealing, but it wasn't any of their goddamn business. she crosses her arms-- first she's not allowed to die, then this chick comes bitchin' about her clothes. great start to her day, really.

without pausing, she answers rather rudely. " as far as I know, that's not your problem-- what, are you a guard with a stick up their moral ass? "

[lostinshade]

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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. "