not a hero

he loves me she loves me not ib (eve) [ a part of kv ] servant: gamzee jesus take the wheel

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♔ A Rose by any other name

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Despite her many exquisite talents, extraordinary feats and boastful legend, even the symbol of perfection had her minuscule share of faults. Low areas of expertise, to be more precise. Such as a healthy level of modesty or the capability of her magical resistances. And at this moment, another would make a rare appearance: An inability to relate to children.

In her land of Rome, hardly did she ever have to acquaint herself with them. In her memories, Saber recalled chance encounters: As the emperor rode a chorus of galloping hooves down a road adorned with cheering citizens, the cries of children were among the boldest, often throwing small flowers and wreaths in her direction. Their innocence, their honesty, their confidence… she adored them.

Still, admiration of their qualities did not equate to an understanding of their complexities. Children were in a league of their when it came to social interaction.

Saber cleared her throat; difficulties aside, she was not one to simply ‘give up.’

“A rapturous find, thou must agree. Among the bushels of red amour, alabaster chastity and blushing youth, the concealed azure grants profound insight.” She smiled at the young girl, her hand reaching to stroke the petals of the same blue rose. The sadness did not go overlooked however and her moved from softness to softness, stroking the child’s cheek tenderly.

“Is there something that troubles your thoughts?” 

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"...."

She didn't even come close to knowing what Saber said. It's like she came from the Old Ages or something like that. She was beautiful like a painting though. Ib could imagine her portrait in a famous art museum. Who wouldn't want to paint her?

However, she identified a few words so she took a quick moment to decode what the girl was saying. She was talking about the blue rose, the only one among the red ones.

Kind of like Garry. A hand brushed along the petals and another sad look crossed her face. She felt the woman's hand and turned to look at her, toying with the idea of telling her. She was a servant, right? She saw no command seals on her so that was the only reasonable choice left.

She was gentle, though, motherly almost. More motherly than her own mother. It was sad how a tyrant king (even if Ib had no idea Saber was one) could be more gentle than the person who gave birth to her.

  "I'm... Looking for someone.... And I miss him..."

[saintism]

♕ la pucelle; open/intro —

Lights scintillated silently in the distance, enticing any who gazed too earnestly upon them to an evening of grandeur extents. Not all would indulge in these hails, able to navigate their own path within the peculiar shaped shadows that lay cast upon the municipal streets that lay abandoned by populace for the night. Yet a brilliant maiden of golden tresses remained alone within this vast area, syringa swathed optics observing each movement that stretched into her line of vision.

Unusual, perchance, for a Servant to remain in such lonesome territory.

Detecting the whereabouts of this… Master of hers was prominent, howsoever. Left alone for long and it would be a hassle to fend off the foes who partake in this Holy War; a mere sitting duck waiting to be devoured by a famished wolf. It was only when pull had piqued her interests did she step forward, armour jingling before digits curled around a scabbard, ready to draw the sword that rest so loyally at her side.

Company had arrived, uncertain if it was wanted or not. “ … would it not be best to reveal yourself? I am aware of your presence. Hiding shall get you nowhere. “

Vocables firm, matching the sharp look that glinted from her eyes. Battles were not something she would wish to jump into, especially not without having met with the one who would command this Ruler so. Hopeful was all she could remain, even if she would clash with a Servant if a scuffle was to ensue.

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Ib wasn't hiding, or maybe she was and she didn't realize it. There were servants all around and she had no idea where her's was at the moment so she had to play it safe. Plus, Iskander and Garry could be far away and not even close to where she was and by the time she called them, it would have been too late.

So her only real choice was observation. However, it seemed as though this woman knew where she was. The young girl hesitated, but she emerged from the shadows, fiddling with the red rose slightly.

"...." She did not speak, even though she was spoken to. She bothered the woman and her parents always told her that she should apologize to anyone she's annoyed. Ib looked down at her feet and finally spoke, her voice quiet as ever.

"... Sorry."

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lost again | [ OPEN ; ]

[finalerosso]

Could a human have something to teach a demon lord? Probably not, but Jedah still had a weakness for books. He quite missed the endless bookshelves of Castle Dohma, each volume a cornucopia of treasured knowledge, passed down through the ages. There would be no such books here, in a public library, but maybe there would at least be something of interest. Maybe some tidbit that might be useful when he finally decided to do away with the human world.

Or maybe a subject more suited to the refined tastes of a noble.

And his search led him to this young girl, who currently had the only art-related book in the entire library that Jedah was interested in. And finally, she looked up, prompting the noble to give a smug grin.

“That book you’re holding. I should like to have it, if you would be so kind. Whatever need you have for it cannot possibly be greater than mine, after all. And I am a very busy man, so expedience would be appreciated.”

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"I don't go to school so this is the only way I can learn."

Oh, Ib, you know what your parents said. If the man wants the book give him the damn book. She debated about it - it was obvious there was something unhuman about him but she couldn't put her finger on it. He could also be one of the higher classed servants and she was only a master. Plus, she had no idea where her own servant was so calling him would be a waste of time.

In the end, obedience won as she handed the man the book. Of course, Ib had a few words to say to as well.

"Do you always harass young girls for books or is it this one time?" She asked as she opened another book, finger tracing down the index. "You seem... Like a man of art. Do you know of Guertena?"

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[redeyedualitate]

“That’s an interesting book you have there.”

Indeed, Kirito’s stature coupled with his dark colored clothing gave him a very intimidating appearance. At least, to those smaller than himself anyway. Kirito was of a normal build, but much shorter than a lot of people his age. That said, he meant this girl no harm when he approached her. Curiosity simply got the best of him, as he caught this girl piling up stacks of books. Books that someone her age would not have any interest in reading.

He met her stare and while unsettling at first, Kirito eased and softened his expression. He gave a slight bow and apologized to the little girl.

“Sorry, did I disturb you?”

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"..."

What kind of guy wears all black clothing in heat like this? Wasn't he hot? Then again, most of these servants are heroic spirits so maybe he's dead and cannot feel the heat passing by. Ah well, she wouldn't really question it. Whatever makes him happy and if wearing black clothing in bad heat like this did so, Ib wouldn't mention it.

She continued to stare silently before nodding, agreeing with him that it was an interesting book. However, the artist she was looking for was not in this book so she pulled out another art book and quickly flipped through it.

"No, you didn't. I hadn't even realized you were there..." Guertena... Guertena... Ah, there he was! She stopped at the page and looked up at the male. "My name is Ib, by the way.

... Have you ever heard of Guertena, the artist?"

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lost again | [ OPEN ; ]

Despite being here for a few days, Ib was still very much lost. She wondered if she should find a place for her and Garry (and their servants if they wished to stay with them) and during her adventuring, she fond herself lost. However, she did end up finding a library and after a few minutes of getting a library card, she rented out a few books and a giant dictionary.

「If I'm going to be staying here, I might as well catch up on my studies so Mother and Father don't scold me for slacking.」

Among the books were a few art-related ones that the young girl was flipping through as she leaned against the wall of the library. She was so lost in her book that she didn't even notice a shadow looming over her until she finished the book.

Crap, was this person a servant or a master? She didn't want to waste a command seal by calling Gamzee but if she needed to she would have to use it. That, or she could just throw a book at them if they cause any trouble.

For now, she'll just give them a blank and empty stare.

[akingforhismen-blog]

An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

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Nobody was helping him, and time seemed to tick by in agonizingly long moments, the robber seeming to wave the knife closer with each of these moments that passed by - until the intimidating stranger in the background decided to start coming closer. Oh this situation seemed to be turning from bad to worse very quickly, didn’t it? This man seemed really scary - and a lot stronger than this robber. If he was a friend of the robber’s…wait.

The intimidating man had asked the person next to him to stay behind, and though she somehow, unexplainedly, looked older - there was no doubt about it. That was Ib there! Wha-what was Ib doing with someone so scary-looking?!

Wait. Maybe this scary guy was actually nice? That thought proved to be correct, for he tapped the robber on the shoulder and confronted him, a few shoppers surprised by the man’s sheer height as much as Garry had been, a few calling on their phones.

The tall, powerful man set his terms to the robber, who seemed just as scared - if not MORE, now -  as Garry himself had been. It would be nice if this awful fellow would just agree to do the right thing and return any other money he’d stolen, but he seemed intent on making the less wise decision, waving the knife and demanding to know how the other would make him do that. That…that was probably the single dumbest thing Garry had ever seen. It didn’t make him feel any better about being held up by such a guy, but it just went to show some people did things for silly reasons.

And then - BAM! Garry couldn’t help jumping a little at how fast the robber flew past him - several of his personal items missing - and skidding to a spectacularly crumpled heap from the kick the bulky man had delivered to him, many cheers erupting from the crowd in the process: but right now, Garry’s mind wasn’t on the cheers. “Ib…Ib! T-thank goodness you’re safe!” As the girl ran at him in a sprint, flinging her arms around him, his own lanky arms return the hug, warm and relieved. 

He didn’t care if Ib…somehow…looked older. The fact she was here, she was safe - everything was alright for this one singular wonderful moment, and he almost wants this wonderful good event to never go away. Of course, time wasn’t going to freeze here or anything, so. Smiling probably the most he’s done ever since he found himself here, his gaze turns to the ‘scary guy’. This man - he helped Ib, and to save himself. Though he certainly still looks scary, he is incredibly thankful to the man for all that.

“Th-thank you…thank you so much, sir! You helped look out for Ib, and helped me, too. I’m in your debt!”

[akingforhismen-blog]

Normally, the conqueror wouldn’t have resorted to violence as his first option. It was better to attempt to stay on amiable terms, unless his hand was forced. But in this case, a person who would menace innocents in such a stupid manner probably needed a lesson in good manners. And also that crime doesn’t pay. Looking on with satisfaction at the departing criminal, Iskander turned and bowed to the cheering people.

Out of the corner of his eye, the king saw the cheerful reunion. His smile widened ever so slightly. In the chaos of war, it was always good to celebrate the little joys. Of seeing an old friend, of having a good meal, of the enjoyment of a battle before the pain began to set in.

With the crowd now moving off to do other things (it was odd how easily people adjusted to change), Iskander approached the now reunited friends, kneeling down so he could see them better. “It’s not a problem. After all, what kind of person would I have been to turn down a young girl’s request?” Especially since doing so certainly wouldn’t hurt his reputation. Besides, Iskander could see the marks of a Master on the blue-haired man’s hand.

It was always good to have new allies.

Extending a hand to Garry, the conqueror smiled. “As for introductions, I already know the young girl is Ib, and you are Garry. But you don’t know my name yet! I am Iskander the Great, although many in this time know me as Alexander. It’s a pleasure.”

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Once she felt Garry embrace her back, Ib tried her best not to cry.

Her grip on the male tightened, a storm brewing in her eyes. Not of sadness, but of cheer and relief that Garry was safe. She buried her face against his chest for a quick minute before breaking away from him and gripping on to his hand.

Everyone went back to doing their own thing (with some stopping to enjoy the happy reunion of the tall, purple haired male and the short, brunette) and Ib turned back to Iskander and bowed, to thank him for his help.

"Thank you! Thank you for helping me! I... I am in your debt as well!" She turned to Garry for a brief moment, "I know... We were going to go back once we found each other but... I want to help Iskander out, because he helped us!" It was the only thing she could think of, to repay the kind heroic spirit.

"So, please Garry, lets help him out too!"

Even though the young girl had no idea what Iskander wanted, or the fact that there was a war going on, she was going to help him achieve his goal, and then her and Garry could go back home.

That was going to be their game plan, right?

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In truth, Felicità would have not given any mind if the younger of two didn’t introduce herself. Main point being that she believed that their meeting was nothing more than a coincidence, and it would only be this quick moment of simply helping Ib into finding the art gallery that she was in search for.

And also because she had yet to see any kind of Command Seal that proved that the girl before her was indeed apart of the War for the Holy Grail.

Getting back on her feet, the red head gave a short nod of her own as green eyes looked down at the shorter girl. Her hand outstretched for her to take, the friendly smile remained on her lips as she spoke, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ib. My name is Felicità.”

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As stated, not only did Ib had no idea that she was dragged into a war, she had no idea who was going to be participating in it. Some of then could be nice (like this girl) and some could be dangerous and want to kill Ib despite the fact that she may or may not be the youngest participant in the war.

No, her main focus was finding Garry and bringing him back!

She nodded at her and took her hand gently, her sleeve falling down a bit and showing an obvious Command Seal. For once, Ib took notice of it and quickly pulled her sleeve up.

"Thank you... For offering help..."

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An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

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After that incident of approaching people in the middle of the street, Garry had decided to take his search elsewhere at this point, since that attempt at seeing whether Ib was here - was safe - or not, well…hadn’t exactly turned out too well, and that was putting it the most polite way he could.

The question was now, where should he go? This city was huge: it would take forever to search every single spot of it alone. Alone. No friends. Oh…Was this what Mary had felt like, all those years in the Fabricated World?  It wasn’t a very nice feeling, but now was no time to get caught up in past memories. All it was doing was making him sadder, anyway.

Ah, there was a large store here. If he asked this place - which it seemed a lot of people passed through - where Ib was, maybe he might get some sort of clue to go on? Yes, that was it. Though, he had to shake his head as he walked in - he could have SWORN he saw a flash of gold shooting past in the sky. Must be seeing things.

However, so far he’d had no luck - in fact, since he’d been in the store for a few minutes now, a bad situation had happened. “Give me all your money, lady!” A gruff  voice spoke out from next to him, making him jump  -the shoppers around him running away,a  few screaming - he seeing a man wearing a ‘robbers’ mask and - oh. Was that a knife? A shriek came out from the lavender-haired man’s mouth.

“I d-don’t have any money!” “Well, I’m just gonna haveta take your pretty little head hostage until you come up with the cash, ain’t I?”

…This was bad.

Wait, did he just see a familiar face in the crowd next to a rather intimidating stranger? A flash of red that could only belong to her? He must be imagining things again, or was he? He was a bit preoccupied with the knife wavering close to his neck in clear threat right now, but he was too terrified to move, let alone correct someone with a weapon about his gender. Why wasn’t anyone helping him? Was he really…alone in all this?

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With Ib leading him inwards, Iskander had no choice but to enter as well. The store had seemed peaceful enough from the outside. Presumably it would be the same on the inside, right? Wrong. Absolutely wrong. For one thing, rather than peaceful lines there were panicking people running all over the place. What in the world could be causing this panic?

Iskander inadvertently squeezed on the young girl’s hand. He had fathered no children, so far as he knew, but he was protective of those under him. And Ib had placed her faith in the conqueror. A king would rise to the challenge of those who asked for his aid. It was his duty to do so.

Before them was a sobering sight. A purple-haired man in a blue coat was being threatened at knife point by a masked man. This was ridiculous. At least back in Iskander’s time robbers had had the courage to commit their thefts with their faces in the open. Well, it was either that or stupidity. But SOMEONE had to do something about this. Letting go of Ib’s hand and putting a finger to his lips as if to say “Stay quiet and be still”, Iskander walked up to the burglar and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey dumbass! You wanna get some of this knife to-” The burglar’s confident words died in his throat as he saw the man behind him. Even if Iskander wasn’t in full royal regalia, a man nearly seven feet tall wasn’t one to be trifled. Especially if he looked like he was about to kick a thief’s ass six ways to Sunday.

“I think you know what I want. For you to LEAVE this store. To return everything you stole. To apologize for the mess you’ve made. And to turn yourself in.” Iskander made sure that everyone in the store could hear his voice. Just so that they would know that this man wasn’t a good role model.

“O-Oh yeah? And how are you gonna make me do that, huh? Y-You ain’t got no weapons or nothing?” While initially wary, the masked man’s confidence had come back, and he was faux stabbing the air. The large man groaned internally. Why did the brave ones have to be stupid as well? Without hesitation, Iskander picked him up by the scruff of his neck and stared at him menacingly… before chuckling. “Do you really think I need weapons to deal with the likes of you?”

The robber was unceremoniously dropkicked out of the store minus his mask, knife, pants and dignity. As he ran crying from the storefront the customers began to cheer, and Iskander gestured for Ib to follow him. “I think we’ve found your Garry!”

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She froze when the robbery was taking place, a bit fearful for what might happen, but also because of who the hostage was. Purple, seaweed-like hair, blue coat, tall figure - yes, there was no doubt about it. That person was Garry. While it was a fast founding it was also a bad one since, well, no one likes having a knife to their throat.

Ib was about to go in for the kill (and by that, we mean she was going to kick the robber in the shin), until Iskander gives her a signal to be quiet. She nods and watches him confront the robber. A customer comments on the size of the man and another one is ready to call the police.

She watches the scene play out. Wow, the robber was brave... But he was also a raging idiot! Even she knew you didn't have to be bold and such to be deemed as brave. It was all about confronting your fears, or something like that.

The young girl watches the robber get dropkicked out the door with a few missing items and the police already at the scene, handcuffing the masked man and taking him inside their car. As the customers cheer, Ib follows the bigger man and once she's close enough to Garry, she breaks out into a sprint.

"Garry! Garry!"

Her arms fling around him, hugging him tightly. She's smiling now, happy that she found her best friend! Happy that he was safe! Plus, she even made a new friend on this short little adventure.

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HoNk. :o)

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Yup. What a team this would be.

Gamzee still could not believe that he had to obey someone. And this one was a girl, like, a thousand feets shorter than him? It was a joke, a prank or …? Whatever it was,it was weird. And short,very short.

“NaAhH,MoThErFuCkEr. So yOu aRe jUsT SaYiN’ tHaT I WiLl hAvE To oBeY A MoThErFuCkIn cHiLd? ReAlLlLlLlLlLlY?” A symbol of command, there in her arm. The troll’s eyes expanded with wonder and surprise. Really, it was a very very very bad joke or,unfortunately,the truth. What a shame, having to meet a girl the size of bottle of Faygo!

Where is all the MiRaClEs right now.

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"I think so..."

We're going to make miracles, even if Gamzee was the Big, stoned giant and Ib was a life sized faygo. They could find a way to work it out. First, though, she was trying to figure out what he was. He looked like a clown and honked like one too, but the horns... Were they real? They were kind of silly looking.

"Um... What's a... Motherfucker?"

Oh Ib, no. Where's Jack Black with his stop sign.

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An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

[akingforhismen-blog]

The ride was smooth, but it could get a bit bumpy at times. Usually when Iskander was reading. The reins in one hand, the copy of the Illiad he had obtained from his teacher in the other. If both hands were full, he would have someone read it out loud to him. But it couldn’t be helped; the story was far too addictive.

Hopefully, they would find this Garry. And maybe other little girls Ib’s age. She seemed like she needed a few more friends to hang around with. Not that there was anything wrong with being friends with those older than you, but having a few friends your age was good as well.

“No need. We can always ask for directions from here!” Stepping down from the chariot, the conqueror extended a hand towards the young girl. “Need help getting down?”

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Don't get Ib to read it, she probably doesn't even know all of the words. The woes of being a young child. After this entire thing, the dictionary in her head was going to be filled with new words and new definitions!

She wondered, though, if Mary would be here. She shook her head at the thought. Ib burned Mary's painting with Garry. She was gone, as sad as it was. The young girl actually really valued their small and short friendship. If only there was a way for all three of them to leave...

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the male's voice, taking his hand and jumping down from the chariot. She smiled at him and nodded her head to say thank you and--

Was that a flash of purple she just saw? Maybe she was going crazy. She kept a grip on his hand, leading him inside the store.

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An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

[akingforhismen-blog]

It was dangerous to ride in a chariot, true, but this was no ordinary chariot. No matter how bumpy the ride or rugged the terrain, the chariot and the bulls that pulled it would continue to stay upright. Unless they met something extraordinary. But that didn’t seem likely on these streets. At least, not right now.

“Ib? What an interesting name.” It certainly was. Why were names so much shorter now, too? Everything was different, but in a good way. So much to experience. So much to do! “And it’s no problem! After all, I called out to meet people. So why not this Garry as well?”

Finally, the chariot came to a stop in front of a store called Muji. “For some reason, I have a feeling this isn’t the right store.”

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The young girl was amazed by how smooth the chariot was that she decided to let go of whatever she was holding on to enjoy the ride. She's ridden in horse carriages in the city with her parents but it wasn't as exciting as this!

She smiled and nodded. Maybe her and Garry could help Iskander out after they find Garry. Her plan was to just find Garry, go to the art gallery and find a painting similar to one that looked like home, and jump in it with him. But, she wanted to help the other man out since he was helping her.

Muji. Has Ib been here before? It was a familiar name and she stood up in the chariot.

"... Hmm... Maybe... We should keep going?" For some reason, she had a feeling this might be the place they needed to be at...

[directiune-blog]

HoNk. :o)

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Ignoring all the other parts that she said and only giving attention to the ‘I’m your master’ part. What did he just heard? That small girl is his master? 

W h a t.

Well,she was a kid and kids mostly likes to play pranks on random people,that part he could understand. Gamzee couldn’t believe on what she said. Maybe it’s just the lack of slime pie affecting his brain on the audictive thing part.

“YoU ArE My mAsTeR? wOaH,MoThErFuCkEr,mOtHeRfUcKiNg cAlM DoWn! ExPlAiN ThIs fUcK RiGhT.”

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Oh what a team this would be.

She was a bit frighten because he was of the ber????er class, but she had to be braved. She ran from the frightening illusions in the alternate world and escaped death numerous times! She could handle a clown thing like him!

"I... Summoned you. I don't know what for though." Something about a Holy ??? War? She didn't really know what a grail was or what it was used for, as smart as she was. Ib showed him the command seal on her arm, in hope that it would jog his memory a bit.

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An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

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It would be funny, if one were to see the two of them together. A tiny little girl and a gigantic man, riding together in a humongous chariot. The situation was especially ludicrous considering exactly what this chariot could do. Taking the reins in hand, Iskander heard the little girl’s response.

“Then to the copy store it is!” Cracking the reins, the bulls of Zeus began to thunder down the street. No flying yet, though. The store was merely a few blocks away, if Iskander was remembering correctly.

“Now… I’m not sure if I got your name, little one. You know that I’m Iskander the Great. But what can I call you?”

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It would be rather funny, and odd, for someone to see these two together. You wouldn't think a girl like Ib would hang around a guy like Rider. Then again, Ib never thought she would befriend someone like Garry and Mary, either. The young girl was preparing for take off or at least for the chariot to start moving.

When it did, she did her best to hold on to whatever she could. It was fast, though rather fun. Her parents would never let her do anything as dangerous as this! She looked over at the big man and blinked. Right, introductions were in order.

"My name's Ib." Pronouced Eve of course! "It's... A pleasure to meet you, and thank you again... For helping me out!"

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Gilgamesh felt the back of his tunic tugged on and turned to the small lass behind him. He squatted down with hands on his thighs to become more level with her as she spoke. “A gallery, huh? Hmm…” tilting his head a bit, he delved into his memory. She could tell he was having a difficult time. The corners of his mouth tightened, eyebrows furrowing, low sounds from his throat. He took a deep breath and let it out, with a look of disappointment on his face. 

“I don’t remember seeing anything like a gallery…” that would surely discourage the girl he thought, “…but I haven’t explored all of this city yet, so maybe we could find one!” he stood up with a smile aimed to the girl. It would be his first quest here in Fuyuki City and he was always up for anything that included adventure! 

“Before we begin our quest, introductions are due! I am the legendary swordsman, traveler of worlds, saber class servant,known as…Gilgamesh!!” he struck a confident pose. Calming down in posture, he leaned forward staring at the girl. Well, with his blank eyes you could only assume he was staring at her specifically. “And what is your name, young mistress?” 

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And she thought Garry was tall.

This guy could tower over him too! Ib's eyes widened at how tall he was, craning her neck back a bit so she could look at him, even if he was crouching. Man, she really needed to get taller sometime soon. Maybe she could ride on her servant's head or something.

She slowly smiled when he offered to help look for the gallery with her and she nodded in thanks. Gilgamesh? Has she heard that name before? Maybe she came across it while exploring her father's history books.

"My name's... Ib!" Pronounced Eve of course. She bowed politely, "It's nice to meet you...!"

[akingforhismen-blog]

An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

[akingforhismen-blog]

Purple hair, blue coat, tall and skinny… that description could belong to half the wannabees in a certain part of Fuyuki City. Apparently, that was the style of today amongst young men. What had happened to the good old days when men looked like men, and women like women? Perhaps they had gone the way of the chariot. But that was life.

Jumping through a portrait? Iskander was a bit skeptical there. How could someone jump through a painting? Some form of magic, maybe. That was Caster’s expertise, not the conqueror’s.

Coming to a conclusion, the great king began preparing his chariot. It was never pleasant to see anyone’s face unhappy, but especially a child’s. “Alright then! Let’s go look for this friend of yours! We won’t get very far if we travel on foot, so I hope you’re fine with chariot riding.”

“Also… should we put up posters around this city? It might help somewhat.” And at the very least people would have something that didn’t look like half the cosplayers in Fuyuki City.

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Her eyes sparkled when she learned that she would be riding in the chariot. She was a bit nervous but she finally found the courage to climb in next to him, blinking once and nodding her head in thanks. Ib was grateful that someone was going to help her find her best friend.

Ib never really believed in magic but after her time in the alternate world she wouldn't doubt things at first. She wondered if the art gallery here, if there was in in the city limits, was like the one back home - filled with magic an scary portraits. Who knows.

"That might... Help a lot." She nodded her head, as she thought it was a good idea. Maybe she could try and draw a picture of Garry. She hoped he was around the city somewhere.

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An Army To March Through The World! [First Open]

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As Iskander was contemplating whether to find a high building to shout his declaration from, the conqueror turned to see a young girl. How old was she? Twelve or thirteen? Certainly not much older than that… or she could have been younger. The big man didn’t really know a lot about children.

There was a bit of awkward silence for a while. Was she thinking over what he’d said? One minute, then another… the larger man was about to break the silence, when she did the job admirably. Oh, so she wanted someone found?

Although a king was meant to be greedy to be the top dog, it didn’t mean a king had to be a jerk. At times, he had let his people govern himself. And it had always been Iskander’s feeling that winning over the loyalty of another was a greater achievement than defeating them in battle. Then again, sometimes it was one and the same.

It was settled, then. He would help this girl find whoever was lost! “Of course I will! But who are you looking for, and what do they look like? I’m not psychic.” Too bad he wasn’t a Caster… or maybe not. If all Casters were as psychotic as the one in the Fourth Grail War, then the conqueror was glad to be a Rider.

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He was a bit intimidating, but he was pretty nice. The young girl smiled at him as he offered his help to her. One step closer to finding Garry... If he was here. No, he had to be here. They went through the portrait together! The portrait led to this place only, right?

She snapped out of her thoughts. Right, she should at least give a description. Ib thought about how she could describe Garry... Hm....

"He has purple hair, with a few darker strands on his head that looks like a spider's legs. His left eye is covered by some of his hair all mysterious like. His coat is dark blue and funny looking! He's also really tall and skinny."

Wow, that's the most she's spoken, but it was about Garry so it was expected. At this point, she's convinced that Garry might be her only friend.

"We... Got separated when we jumped through the portrait... And now I can't find him... We were going to go home together..."

She just wanted her best friend back. Ib clutched on her rose, stroking the petals lightly. What if all of his petals had fallen off...? She didn't want to think about it.

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voice finding | [ OPEN ; ]

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While Felicità had begin to adjust well with the twisting and rather large city, along with the overall atmosphere it had left, she had continued to patrol around the area with the goal in mind to find any other familiar faces. Along with new information of who all she may have to possibly face against in this war.

While she was still far from putting any sort of trust into the hands of someone she just met, she was still determined on protecting those that she believed was unable to protect themselves. This mainly being directed towards the citizens that knew absolutely nothing of the war that was currently taking place in Fuyuki City, but also those that may actually be her ‘enemy’ to begin with.

And despite it may being foolish for her to do so, she knew how two pick her battles and when not to make such a quick judgement over people. Especially when she was put in front of a person who was in need of help. And the sudden tug that she held from her jacket had her facing a child. Which did a good enough number on her with the thought of someone as small as the young brunette before her possibly being harmed in any type of way with such a situation.

Back on topic, if she could remember correctly, she had yet to come across a gallery since she had started her patrol around the area.

“Ah, no, I’m sorry.” She knelt down to the young girls height, with lips curving from what once serious feature to a gentle smile. “But I’ll help you find it, if you’d like.”

Let her simply be a child who was given permission to wander the streets alone, or who had honestly lost her way for some reason, Felicità had now added the responsibility to make sure that the young girl before her would meet no kind of harm.

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Unlike Felicità, Ib really had no knowledge of what was going on. All she knew was she had summoned a really strange guy for a servant and he was in some Berserker class, which didn't really sound enjoyable (berserk did mean out of control. A word she would describe her friend Mary as) and she wondered why she was in charge of a guy from that class.

Whatever. If he can help her in anyway possible then she had no objections.

Back to the main point, the young girl smiled softly when the older girl in front of her offered some help. She nodded a thank you and was about to set off, but she remembered that her mother would have scolded her for not giving a proper introduction.

"My name is... Ib. It's nice to meet you..."