DEVOUT ♡ HUNTER.

OPEN && AFFILIATED ROLAND FORTIS / / WRITTEN BY SID CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS.

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†       it’s quite difficult to ascertain the reason she’s observing him, for he doesn’t think of his appearance, nor his behavior as abnormal. he isn’t doing anything particularly remarkable or outlandish at the moment ( a rarity for him ), so he’s left to assume it has something to do with his looks. to be fair, he IS carrying a large weapon wrapped in cloth on his back, but she has no way of knowing what it is.

actually, that’s probably exactly why she’s watching him. anyone would look at such a foreign object with suspicious eyes, especially considering the scale of it. not only that, but he’s opted to don his churchman attire for the evening, as he does when he goes out at night. surely, anyone would take one look at his clothes and wonder about them, considering there was no church in sight here.

of course, these thoughts are fleeting -- gone as quick as they come. he’s never been one to pick up on when or why others are thrown off by him, after all, so he really doesn’t know why he’s being stared at. there’s no harm in asking though, so that’s exactly what he’ll do. he offers her one of his signature dazzling smiles and cants his head to the side, tone unperturbed.

❛ is there something wrong? you’ve got a really serious look on your face, you know! ❜ 

@lilactheories

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LOST CHILD.

well, it’s certainly true that he has no idea where he is, but he’s not lost. “lost” implies that he’s looking for something in particular. he’s just having a good time exploring the city. it is starting to get a little boring, though; he can only wander aimlessly for so long. so this is a welcome (if somewhat annoying - he may be childish but he is not a child) change of pace.

he takes a split second to consider his options. he could be a petulant brat, or he could play along with the lost kid thing, or he could tell the truth (not happening). he decides to play along, and promptly bursts into tears.

“p-please help me!” he cries, clinging to the man’s waist. “i-i can’t– i can’t find my momma anywhere! i t-t-turned around and she was gone!”

†       his heart immediately goes out to the weeping figure before him, a deep frown etches into his features as he’s clung onto. this was absolutely terrible, but he supposes these things happen. one couldn’t fault the child, nor the parent in a situation like this. he could only imagine how worried his mother must be and how guilty she must feel for not watching her son. the thought causes his chest to ache painfully, but neither of them will have to suffer much longer if he has anything to say about it! 

a hand lifts to pat the boys head in hopes of offering some semblance of comfort, a bright smile replacing his previously crestfallen expression.

❛ there, there -- don’t cry anymore, everything will be just fine! i’ll take you to find her! ❜ comes his attempt at reassurance. ❛ i’m sure she’s worried sick looking for you too, so we’re bound to run into her sooner or later! now, where did you last see her? we’ll start there, okay? ❜

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killuit‌:

right, right, bet god will love him even more once he finishes this pentagram. does summoning satan require a sacrifice? come here 

†      a what now............ that doesn’t sound like a good idea

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†       it’s late in the evening when he returns to his temporary home after a day spent wandering the city. in spite of the peculiarity surrounding koi and the absence of his comrades, he’s surprisingly ( or perhaps not for him ) at an all time high in terms of mood. how could he be anything other than ecstatic after he’d seen so many miraculous sights during his venture? machines that even paris didn’t possess, even though he had considered paris technologically advanced! granted, they still lacked airships and automations, so maybe they were evenly matched. regardless, it was NEW and that’s all that matters. 

he positively buzzing with energy, eager to tell his friends about his discoveries when he opens the door. there, a man sits on his couch, as if he belonged there. as if this was HIS home. which actually doesn’t bother him all that much -- not at all really. more than anything, he’s simply intrigued.

❛ oh? that’s strange -- i don’t recall leaving the door unlocked. ❜ he muses as he places his belongings on a nearby table, smile still in place.

❛ who might you be? hmm, actually on second thought, i suppose the more important issue at hand is -- what are you doing here, in my apartment of all places? ❜ 

@soldiera

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killuit‌:

he knows exactly what he speaks!!!! he’s a godless heathen!!!

†      no one is godless!!! we are all loved by god equally!!

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killuit‌:

hah!!!!! i’d rather die!

†      GASPS!!!! lord forgive him for he knows not what he speaks!!!!

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killuit replied to your post: draws a pentagram on the ground "i'm gonna summon...

LET HIM SUMMON SATAN

†      takes him to church instead.

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draws a pentagram on the ground "i'm gonna summon satan right here."

†      GRABS TINY CHILD AND BACKFLIPS AWAY FROM SAID PENTAGRAM. 

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hello satan my old friend

†       ❛ ‘satan’? how mean! how could you call me that and then call me a friend?! ❜

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nequambleu replied to your post: †       ❛ don’t you understand why we stan JESUS?!...

shut up.

†       ❛ oh, vanitas!! just in time for my sermon! or rather just in time for me to ‘spill the tea,’ as they say!! haha, kids these days sure say some funny things, don’t you think? ❜ 

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†       ❛ don’t you understand why we stan JESUS?! well, here’s the tea... he went off on that cross so that your sins would be cancelled!! isn’t that fantastic?! doesn’t that just snatch your wig?! ❜ 

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VANITAS.

☾—    IT’S entirely rare for him to wake up in a pleasant mood, and It’s entirely unheard of for him to stay in a pleasant mood past sunrise. Not even the piercing cries of children could dampen his frame of mind today! Or so he believed until moments ago as the bone-chilling shriek of his name is carried through a crowd of citizens and to his ears.

There is only one person naive enough to try for his attention this way– that nauseating, obnoxious, hideous Paladin he had not seen nor thought about since their excursion in the catacombs. He glances behind him to confirm his theory, and swallows thickly to keep his lunch from resurfacing as he spots Roland shining through the crowd. No God would be cruel enough to subject Vanitas to this man without Noé by his side, would they?

❝ Oh merde, ❞ 

Vanitas curses under his breath and immediately turns on his heels to hasten away from him and into a densely populated crowd. Perhaps this would deter him enough to leave him to his own devices, or at the very least let Vanitas make his get-away.

†       oh, that was odd. roland could have SWORN he saw vanitas look his way, and yet he was heading in the opposite direction. had he not noticed him? he couldn’t truly fault him for that, for the crowed was massive after all. at the very least, he definitely should have heard him though, but perhaps the churchman hadn’t yelled quite as loud as he thought he had. strange, considering that olivier had told him many times that his voice was impossible to not hear if he wanted it to be heard. he’s mildly disappointed, but only because he had considered it one of his HIDDEN ABILITIES since then.

he would have to start vocal training at some point to ensure that this didn’t happen again, but that was for another day. for the time being, his only priority is catching up with his dear friend! 

❛ wait, vanitas!! ❜ 

dashing forward, the man begins weaving through the other citizens in search of his friend, determination in his step as he easily maneuvers through a large portion of them. he COULD use the drugs provided by the church, but he isn’t about to waste them just to catch up with the other. his natural speed would have to suffice. luckily for him, his training underground had made him faster than the average person, but he recalls that vanitas had managed to lose him back in the catacombs even after he injected himself with the serum. he supposes he’ll just have to leave it in god’s hands -- he would never abandon him in a time of need!

his prayers are answered mere moments later, because he finds vanitas scurrying away once the crowed begins to thin out. it’s times like these that he’s EXTREMELY thankful for the lord, for it seemed his faith was ALWAYS rewarded ( amen!! )

❛ there you are! ❜ the chasseur shouts as he LAUNCHES himself off a nearby wall and directly towards the other, instantly catching him in a warm embrace. upon landing, the man gives him a tight squeeze before releasing his hold. palms settling on his shoulders instead, he beams down at the other. ❛ vanitas, it’s so good to see you!! it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it! who would have thought we’d end up in the same place together!? it must be GOD’S will! ❜ he declares, wrapping his arms around the other for the second time, teary eyed. ❛ o lord, i thank thee for thy divine intervention -- ❜

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†       if there’s one thing he has a complaint about in regards to this city, it’s the distinct lack of any places for worship -- there are absolutely no cathedrals -- or at the very least, areas to offer prayer -- in sight. it’s somewhat disheartening. not necessarily because he needs it, ( although it would be nice ) but merely because he thinks every city should have at least one. for him, anywhere could function as a place for prayer -- but what about everyone else? not only that, but regardless of whether people needed such things to pray, they served as MONUMENTS to god -- and that, he thinks, is why they should be a requirement.

never one to give up so easily though, he quickly dismisses these thoughts and decides that there must be one somewhere around here. just because he’s yet to see any doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist! there was no way such a massive place didn’t have one, after all.

determined, and brimming with confidence, the chasseur sets out on his quest once again -- only this time, he's decided to ask around, starting with the stranger directly in his line of vision; a sickly looking boy, who quite frankly, he’s a little concerned for based on his appearance alone.

❛ you wouldn’t happen to know of any places to offer prayer, would you? i’ve been searching for hours, but i’ve yet to come across anything of the sort, you see. ❜

@kowoma

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†       he’s been on the receiving end of his colleagues concern many times in his life as a chasseur. even as a captain, his subordinates fret over him constantly, worried for his safety due to his complete lack of regard for his own wellbeing and tendency to get lost, but it constantly went in one ear and out the other. he’s confident enough in his abilities to feel that there’s no need to get worked up over his safety.

when it came to others, however, his concern tended to SKYROCKET. more often than not, when he expressed worry for other people, they became annoyed by his exaggerations. either that, or they became confused by his tangents -- he never paid any attention to it though. 

that’s why when he spots what he presumes to be a lost child wandering the streets alone, he’s quite literally DISTRAUGHT over their unfortunate situation. how terrifying it must be lose ones way and be separated from their loved ones! he simply must help them find their guardian! GOD lead him to them solely for that purpose!

❛ you poor thing! you’ve lost your way, haven’t you? don’t worry, there’s nothing to fear -- i’ll help you find your way home! ❜

@usosama

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†       he’s found himself at a public library, deeply engrossed in one of the many books on his table. every work he could find pertaining to history either lays haphazardly strewn across his space or piled up into unsteady towers, high enough that one gentle push would easily cause them to collapse. his main objective is to learn about the history of this peculiar city, how he ended up here, and why -- but if he came across something regarding vampires, that was just as well. 

despite being distracted with his research, he’s acutely aware of the pair of eyes that has landed on him. why, he isn’t sure, but he has a pretty good idea -- they must want one of the many books he’s gathered! it couldn’t possibly be due to the fact that his workspace looks as though it belongs to a madman.

with a thumb placed between the pages of his novel to keep him from forgetting where he left off, bright emeralds rise to meet the gaze of the other, a friendly smile upon his lips.

❛ are you trying to find a specific book, by chance? i have a pile i’ve already finished sitting right over there, if you’d like to take a look. ❜

@savratus

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†       he’s arrived in an unfamiliar place with no recollection of how he got here. normally, one would be panicked over such an occurrence, but what good will that do? it isn’t the first time he’s gotten lost and although this is a little different from that, surely his subordinates would find him eventually.

in the meantime, he has someone to keep him company, THANK GOD. he is truly fortunate to have spotted his friend among such a large crowed! surely, this was all GOD’S divine guidance! what were the odds of them being in the same place, at the same time after all? 

cupping his hands around his mouth, the chasseur shouts from behind his companion, loud enough to be heard through the chatter of the other bystanders.

      ❛ VANITAAAAAAS! ❜ 

@nequambleu