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toru muhyo for knight's vocation

[puerrmagus-blog]

01. intro [open]

A short young man stands, waiting. For what purpose, none shall know. All of these people, mostly taller than he, pass by, and he looks at all of them uninterestedly, for they are normal people, as far as Toru Muhyo can tell. 

Being exposed like this was ridiculous— he was taking place in a deadly game, but there was nothing he could do, besides wait for his servant, wherever they were or whatever it was. It made him feel uneasy because he didn’t even know who they were, and thus, Muhyo stood there, fiddling with a page of his grimoire.

His eyes felt like they were going to droop— there was nothing interesting happening anyway, and nothing to keep him on the lookout. What a bad first impression this ‘Fuyuki’ made, or was it more guarded? He didn’t really know, but if they were trying to keep this game a secret they were already doing a good job.

“Heehee, I really can’t fall asleep right here,” he muttered quietly to himself, “I don’t really have anywhere to stay.”

At least the town could’ve provided accommodations, but alas, it didn’t. However, he didn’t need to worry about that right now, for his eyes perked and he turned around, detecting a powerful presence akin to a Master or a Servant. And he didn’t say anything, he just watched.

Would they approach?

[sekishi]

Some sort of cover story—that’s what she needed. She couldn’t keep living on stolen pocket change the entire time she was here. Not only did it eat away at her conscience, it just wasn’t practical. Buying whatever a hundred yen coin could purchase and sleeping on the streets wasn’t exactly ideal here.

It certainly beat how she lived when she’d aimlessly wandered around Kou. That had been a pretty rough time. While it hardly made this situation great, she was grateful it wasn’t as bad.

So here she was, walking around the busy parts of the city. All the hustle and bustle helped her think, and it was a good chance to check out places and see if anyone was hiring. Not that she could apply for much of anything as it was—she still needed to come up with a story.

She had the basics; her luggage had been stolen while traveling. But a convincing story needed to be fleshed out and rich with details. And then she needed someone who would believe it, of course.

Well, that was something she’d worry about once she got her story straight. For now, it was back to working on those details. Her gaze swept over the people walking by. She paid attention to what they were wearing, what they were holding, what they were doing—it made it all the easier to think of things to add to her sob story.

Youko’s stare soon fell on a kid flipping through pages in a book. He looked as if he was about to drop dead, eyes fluttering open and closed. She frowned, wondering if he was all right. It wouldn’t hurt to approach him and check.

“Hey, you okay?”

[puerrmagus-blog]

What nerve, Muhyo thought, looking at the red-haired young lady in front of him. It was clear that she was a Master, but still, for her to harbor concern for him... He wasn't sure if it was a gesture of kindness or if she wanted to stab him in the back after he did something to her benefit. Either way, he wasn't too concerned-- He could take care of himself, most certainly. 

"I'm fine," he says, really stressing the 'fine'. Suddenly, he remembers how comfortingly annoying it is for people to express concern for him.

Though, with an honest thought, he's feeling even more sleepy, though he has to shove that away-- he has to remain vigilant around this woman he knew nothing about-- Muhyo was sure of that. However, he had to make sure that he didn't show this guard openly.

And then, he said nothing, slightly playing with the pages of his grimoire. He wasn't really one to lead conversations anyway.

[puerrmagus-blog]

01. intro [open]

A short young man stands, waiting. For what purpose, none shall know. All of these people, mostly taller than he, pass by, and he looks at all of them uninterestedly, for they are normal people, as far as Toru Muhyo can tell. 

Being exposed like this was ridiculous— he was taking place in a deadly game, but there was nothing he could do, besides wait for his servant, wherever they were or whatever it was. It made him feel uneasy because he didn’t even know who they were, and thus, Muhyo stood there, fiddling with a page of his grimoire.

His eyes felt like they were going to droop— there was nothing interesting happening anyway, and nothing to keep him on the lookout. What a bad first impression this ‘Fuyuki’ made, or was it more guarded? He didn’t really know, but if they were trying to keep this game a secret they were already doing a good job.

“Heehee, I really can’t fall asleep right here,” he muttered quietly to himself, “I don’t really have anywhere to stay.”

At least the town could’ve provided accommodations, but alas, it didn’t. However, he didn’t need to worry about that right now, for his eyes perked and he turned around, detecting a powerful presence akin to a Master or a Servant. And he didn’t say anything, he just watched.

Would they approach?

[accurseddragonninja-blog]

It was strange. He had woken up in this new city, his body filled with new power, and had new information flood into his mind. Everything was different, everything was too fresh and too new. He had taken his time in processing it all, and then he had set to work on the preparations for his new mission: to acquire the Holy Grail and keep it from the hands of those who would use it to endanger the world. It, like the Dark Dragon Blade, was a relic that needed to be kept from the hands of man. And so Ryu had set to work, familiarizing himself with his new locale. Gliding, running, and climbing all over the city to learn every back alley, every point in which he could hide, escape through, or use as a point for an ambush. He had been more thorough than ever. For once, he would be remaining in a single area for the entirety of his mission, and he would be using that to his advantage.

Now that he had familiarized himself with the city, however, it was time for him to complete the next step in his preparations. He had been summoned as a Servant, an Assassin to be precise, and so he needed to find his Master. It hadn’t taken too long, there were only so many presences with the right amount of ki to sustain the power that Ryu feels confined within his body, so it was simply a matter of checking each in secret to find the one with whom he was bonded. And so he had found them, simply standing there, as if waiting for him. Without even asking, he knows that this boy is his Master, and yet…he still feels compelled to speak four simple words, his tone as serious as ever.

“Are you my Master?”

[puerrmagus-blog]

Just like his Servant, Muhyo had a feeling. The man in front of him felt familiar, and he could feel some of his magical energy being whisked away by him, though Muhyo wasn't concerned-- he had a lot to spare, and at the rate his Servant took it, it would take a while for it to completely deplete. 

He smirked-- a default of his really, and replied, "Yeah."

What a concise and impolite reply, one would probably note. However, those who would take such would be new to Muhyo and his attitude, and they would have to get used to it, his Servant being no exception to this.

He continued on. "What might your name and class be?" 

Muhyo looked at his new 'assistant' for a moment, and turned around, assuming the Servant would follow. Now that something interested came out, he had no need to loiter around in the square, and Assassin would more or less do an okay job, Muhyo assumed. He would be the one to do a good job, in any case. 

Oh. Yeah, I forgot something.

He turns around slightly, introducing himself. "My name is Muhyo."

A classic smirk appears on his face, and he turns to the front again, not bothering to say anything else.

[puerrmagus-blog]

01. intro [open]

A short young man stands, waiting. For what purpose, none shall know. All of these people, mostly taller than he, pass by, and he looks at all of them uninterestedly, for they are normal people, as far as Toru Muhyo can tell. 

Being exposed like this was ridiculous-- he was taking place in a deadly game, but there was nothing he could do, besides wait for his servant, wherever they were or whatever it was. It made him feel uneasy because he didn't even know who they were, and thus, Muhyo stood there, fiddling with a page of his grimoire.

His eyes felt like they were going to droop-- there was nothing interesting happening anyway, and nothing to keep him on the lookout. What a bad first impression this 'Fuyuki' made, or was it more guarded? He didn't really know, but if they were trying to keep this game a secret they were already doing a good job.

"Heehee, I really can't fall asleep right here," he muttered quietly to himself, "I don't really have anywhere to stay."

At least the town could've provided accommodations, but alas, it didn't. However, he didn't need to worry about that right now, for his eyes perked and he turned around, detecting a powerful presence akin to a Master or a Servant. And he didn't say anything, he just watched.

Would they approach?

[puerrmagus-blog]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Sleep.