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Actually just an Idiot

✫ 𝐼𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒿𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁? Were circumstances dire enough, it could rescue her from having to perform in the face of absolute disgrace. Dire was an accurate description of their most recent encounters, having gone from suffering near-annihilation to complete humiliation! Besides, this was valuable practice in ascending the throne to godhood. ( Valuable practice, yes! )

「ＩＮＶＡＬＩＤ．ＭＥＤＪＥＤ－ＳＡＭＡＩＳＮＯＴ ‘ＴＲＡＳＨ’．ＭＥＤＪＥＤ－ＳＡＭＡＩＳＭＥＤＪＥＤ－ＳＡＭＡ．」

Any other snide remarks?!「ＹＯＵＷＩＬＬＳＵＦＦＥＲＦＯＲＹＯＵＲＩＧＮＯＲＡＮＣＥ．ＴＨＥＰＲＩＣＥＹＯＵＰＡＹ．．．ＩＳＢＥＩＮＧＭＹＵＮＤＥＲＬＩＮＧＦＯＲＴＨＥＤＡＹ．」Absolutely, he must honor this nameless Pharaoh with a journey. See? Look! He’s already standing, though the exit will be missed if he persists in staring at her like that! The audience of Medjed will push him along in a sea of white blankets and into the light, where the park could be seen from their platform.

Patience. Patience. Patience. A measurement of his morality during his interactions with her, how much he tolerated directly correlating to mood. Usually some antics were stomached, ignored with ease. But even his tolerance for idiocy had an end. Glare. Not a word passes out of his lips as he sighs. Exit stage with, keeping eye contact.

And with dropped guard he ends this charade. When strength compares to hers, winner of a tussle needs no judge. He is stronger, and shows it in a single motion. Lift, remove, toss. Caught by doors of train and the shroud disappears before eyes, and woman once again revealed. There is no mockery he’ll express. Just relief as stupidity had an end. Ugh.

“Why do you insist on these games. You make it seem like there’s something wrong with you.”

#nitikrty #nitikrty06

Saber

WHEN INDULGENCE DERIVES ITSELF FROM GORY ROOTS, he must take caution not to coddle in its excess. Administering justice is no longer his role, yet he still adheres to it instinctively. “Do you even possess the mind to differentiate between criminals and innocents? You have not gone far enough to lose your sights of who is deserving of punishment and who is not, I hope.” Otherwise, he’d betray his own remaining pride as an executioner if all he did was blindly flail around murderous intent. There were plenty of shady establishments littered with criminal runts, however, and dying is not possible in this realm. Inflicting a small amount of terror would be more disciplinary on his behalf. “Have you grown sloppy? Show me.”

“Who are you to talk.” Retort is quick, spiteful, and annoyed all in five words. As if words struck directly at one of the few weak points he still held. “Being able to tell them apart is what put me on this path.” Trading bits for each one murdered. Till nothing, well nothing to be, would be left. “You should know the feeling. My sins aren’t any different than any you’ve done.” Killed for their resources right? Recall faintly of those days. As he watched her murder a few to feed the whole.

No different than now. But as scene is made some discretion was needed, otherwise two would stick out like the sore thumbs they were. Lead to a pair of stools at a table, as eyes scanned- before finding a point to start off. “Spot someone who’s gun you can grab easily.” With the amount of trash that filled area, more than one fool should have it visible to the naked eye. He already found his, now allow other the opportunity to do the same.

#salturia #salturia02

Pharaoh

✫ 𝒫𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉. Why does the city insist on packing people together as if they were sardines? Seats are a rare commodity, and the air is humid with the breaths of others! Was this how the commoners felt transporting via boats in her time? No, at least those boats had the breeze of the Nile, and a lovely view, to boot!

In the midst of scouring the human cargo, she finds one seat unoccupied, but steered clear from as the neighboring occupant was simply too menacing to approach. Even if he was asleep in the middle of rush hour. Naturally, that seat is now hers to take, and the rest of her Medjed will be plopped upon his lap upon entry. They all take their respective spots on his broad shoulders and thighs; they’ve adopted him as a guardian of sorts, even if he may loathe their very existences.

《ＮＥＸＴＳＴＯＰ：ＮＥＴＷＡＬＫ》

“…”

A whole ensemble, weren’t they. As if brothers or sisters, to which he can’t tell nor cared to tell. Know their presence if not by courage alone, as for the most part rest had been undisturbed by others in the cart. But even without opening eyes he could tell what things were, as he sighs. And like that, he must find a new location. Though, what a surprise. A record almost in how quiet she’s been. “-I can hear you breathing.”

Pondering words maybe. No harm in so, careful thought isn’t something to frown upon. As is it rare for. Seems as if intercom would denote his stop, be it real or not he won’t reveal. Just get up as those figures best scurry, and return to their careless mother. Though quick as he was to stand, footing wouldn’t catch, as halt of train came with a recoil that knock him off balance into a fall. Reflexes would catch rail, but not before looming over as idiotic sheet stares him in the face.

“..Why are you still wearing that trash?”

#nitikrty #nitikrty06

She doesn't actually do anything besides throwing an entire box of pocky at him. For some reason, she's flustered before she can even talk, and decides to simply storm off after leaving the mess of sticks in his hands.

@nitikrty

She’s gotten quicker, hasn’t she? Nimble feet were barely felt, lured state of almost perpetual rest keeping him at ease till arrival was marked by footsteps and candy. Eye lids lifted as he took note of item, vague memories of old sparking a bit of the tradition hinted by it. Right then.. this was to be shared. Hardly a concern himself for, it held no value for him come the end of the day. Taking a bite of one would confirm it.

Taste of candy was bitter. If even much. Better than most but still hardly a flavor to. Eyes would look around, looking for iconic purple hair tucked away but spilling over by one wall or another. That or those white things that follow her so contently, her parade of nonsense as he coined. “I know you’re still here.” The type to lurk around him without permission, as if she even respected words.

Well, take these for whatever they could be deemed. As he sighs, leaning back once again. “If you want a kiss, just ask. You don’t need to hide behind some dumb game made by kids.” As if he could be concerned for emotion. There wasn’t any weight he’d hold against it. But nature of hers was best when direct. Only then, was she tolerable.

“Hurry up before I change my mind.”

#nitikrty #:answered

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✫ 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈, his oppressive weight is more than generous with its cruelty in blocking her air canals. Tsk, he wouldn’t even allow her an inch to wiggle free. A merciless killer as advertised; showing no pity for even the face of an acquaintance. The geist holding her hostage appeared alarmed at this fact, as if it’d banked its remaining hope on their association with one another, but the remaining sliver of her conscious had anticipated this outcome.

Nitocris had denied it. However blind, foolish, and naive a faith it was, she’d hoped that her time hadn’t been wasted on him; that she’d succeeded in dislodging even the tiniest stone from the citadel guarding his heart. Was it all a failure? Did she do nothing in the end? Pitch black sclerae leer toward the sickeningly pale moon once she accepts defeat, but as the clouds wane over the light, she realizes something. He wants to live. A man who lusts after death would not fight with moxie. The treasure was hardly worth the hunt, but it is something. It does not benefit her, but it is something that helps him. Ignorant to the enemy’s retreat from her own body, she simply smiles.

“You fool. I win.”

He fights because that is all he knows. He fights because that is all he is capable of. Path of blood taken held no redemption, he had already lost everything dear to him. Friends, family, even a functional memory- all traded during his slow descent. Madness had become only ally, and even now that betrays him. Oceans waves splashes them both, as a moment of hesitation sparkles from clouded conscious. Temper subsided, mind once again holding a voice. But it had not spoken interruption that stopped weapon.

Hand felt heavy. Painful even, for a reason he could not understand. Not till he glances down to, and he notices corruption not of own but the wound suffered before during first tussle. Drop glass among sand, limb momentarily feels useless. Bare hand would have to carry out job, till voice that rung held familiar tone. Fool. Look upon eyes over- life had returned. Joke almost deserved a true mark to remind, but certainly one was given already. "Took you long enough." Pick up then, force use from off hand’s forearm if he must. As they weren't as alone as he thought, tides revealing more of the fiends. Familiar faces, at that. For now he must see to her safety, even at the risk of letting outbreak get out of hand. If he could save one, he will.

#nitikrty #nitikrty05 #:end

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✫ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, but the magician’s body knew its way around immediate peril – enough to avert crisis when it charged at her with a dagger in tow. Shirking his efforts, her spine arcs backward in a near inhuman motion, flaring into the shape of a crescent moon before raising a leg to counterattack. It’s likely he’ll dodge it, considering he’s survived countless assaults thus far, so she’ll string it into a rearward somersault to gain some distance.

Nitocris is no fool. Close quarter combat is no friend of hers as a Caster, but given her lack of weaponry, there’s little choice but to face this beast head on. Relying on safeguarding, she’ll continue to elude his flurry by harnessing her own body’s fluidity. It bobs between strikes like a serpent, but lacks the lethality of a viper. A single swing at his arm hurt her more than it did him. “Tch.” The beast that inhabits her is disgruntled at the frailty of its host, but doesn’t protest the intellect attached to it. A shift in steps signifies her abrupt retreat, but fleeing is far from her mind; rather, it’s the desire for retaliation that brings her to the corpse of a nearby shambler. Gorging her nails into the crook of its neck, she suddenly rips the head away from its shoulders, dragging it, along with the rest of its gangling spine, out into the open. It’s rancid, and drenched with blood, but bones are stronger than one thinks. Letting the noggin dangle at the end, what it’s become is obvious: a spine whip with its head attached as a wrecking ball.

After sampling its fluency with a display of swings and lassos, she charges for him once more and aims below the knee.

She had become one with the horde if thought hadn't been engraved before. As opportunity gave her a chance in their struggle, as more of swarm closed in on him gave time for her to sample a makeshift weapon made by their flesh and blood. Though their mileage could not match his own tenacity. A punch here. A slice there. Numbers dwindled accordingly till none but the pair occupied area, distance ally to woman as she rears end to strike.

Forearms would come to block high, legs would take their bruises as they occurred. So long she kept distance he couldn't deter, thus endure threat of impact as mind doesn't give an opinion to methods. Absorb every blow, numbed pain by own determination. Till he can take her down if by bravery or rage, tackle bringing to sands as arms are equalized by legs. It was over. Monster's tirade would see end by his hands. As glass holding hand comes to view. His eyes, practically as lifeless as her's.

#nitikrty04 #nitikrty #ir depths ii #tw gore

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✫ 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓁𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁. The assortment of flaws with her did not stop at childish. That was among the tamest of them, honestly, but what was so loathsome about it? Should she be miserable like him? Should she wallow in self-depreciating, suicidal, retrogressive and stagnant ways just to appease him? Absolutely not! A Pharaoh does not cower at the face of a challenge, either. One should humbly, yet adequately, persist in the endeavor of bettering their subjects!

It just so happens that he is one subject, and the one commanding her movements is a malignant parasite that will not relent! In spite of the grievous trauma to her abdomen, her body contorts willingly, and something begins to leak.

Spiritual intuition had always been a knack of hers. Scarcely a power, but predominantly dormant under normal circumstances. However, the forces that leeched off of her mind loaned her a fragment of their strength. A tiny voice in her head protested it. It fought, and struggled, but lost to the childish portion of her that only wanted him to see things her way. This is wrong, she thought, this isn’t the right way!

“Go forth! Go forth. Go forth, go forth, go forth!! Obey your Pharaoh!” Lacking intelligence, they followed by the dozens.

Unlike them, she prays Archer will realize that the denizens who stood by just minutes ago had to have lit their lanterns with a light source.

....The incompetent ones always coming in masses…

Sluggish yet adamant. Entities were nothing he hadn’t seen before: brainless but obedient. And unrelenting to their target. Eyes didn’t need light to adjust, their rumble alone could paint them in the darkness between the screams. A true horror to behold, and he stood near the eye of the storm it seemed. Suppose, there was no other way then. Why did he fool himself into thinking another method was possible? As he saw and reached for the glass dropped from other, mind omitted.

A massacre? That’s just fine.

He’s responded to these grave moments in history. What is another on this loathsome path. Count quickly then. One dozen? Two? Numbers felt unending, but this is no issue. In the time spent counting a few they were easily dismissed. Tear through face with glass, uppercut another till distance muffed, each strike held purpose. Purpose to kill. Lethality without weapons had dramatically decreased, but hardened resolve of fists could make up the difference. A blow to head had downed each, thus with trend noted brutality increased. Stench of musk clung to, rotten as it was matched what been dormant within for so long. Path was made to target. Now aim for source. Hand opened as he neared dashing in, aimed straight for her throat.

#nitikrty04 #nitikrty #ir depths ii

Fool

✫ 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓍𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓂, 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈. Apologies, but was he the only one that knew the definition of suffering? He behaves as if people are incapable of moving past their perils; incapable of breaking free from the mental prison that shackle them to their own stagnancy. Pharaoh Iskandar coaxed her into believing there was a brighter future! As did Gudao, and Ozymandias! Wasn’t it her job, now, to brighten the lives of those who presented themselves similarly in front of her?

What an idiot. What a stupid, self-obsessed, narcissistic, mean brute! Huff. Let him leave, she thinks. She’s no energy left today to argue.

But, perhaps her mistake was in assuming that tomorrow would come. As his footsteps vanish into the sand, so do the sea of lights before them, along with the remaining warmth in her body. What little traces of anger she held froze into a chill that stilled her spine. Black had swallowed everything. Even the waves lulling against the shore fell mute to the darkness. With only the moon left to light the abyss, she observes the break in the surface of the water, and makes eye contact with the first carrier of death. Its subsequent motions break the silence of the crowd, and the next seconds swell with chaos. These feet of hers had frozen, and she was so pitifully vulnerable there.

“Arch–!!”

It was too late. Whatever lurched forward crawled into the entrance of her own mouth, and her body was no longer hers.

She couldn’t do anything but play witness to her own frame rising and lunging toward the nearest heat it could detect; him. With a shard of glass she’d unknowingly plucked from the beach, she swung for his neck.

Resistance. A natural reflex to perform in times of peril. So why then is it called upon at this moment? Was there a reason to care? Death was something he wished, if even a pointless one. So why does he catch weapon with bare hand, from the rushing figure as storming steps gave way for senses to react. “If you’re trying to kill me, you’re going to have to try a little harder than that-” Ah. The child. Taken words too close to heart? How cruel a response to unwelcomed words, he didn’t think she had it in her. Yet...

Those eyes. Foolish as she’d been, they were full of life, happiness even for whatever reason normally. But blackened perspective gave hint to something else, to what it was he has no idea. Creation separation. Give mind the opportunity to draw up another conclusion. He knows the likely end to occur if her fury filled trance spoke anything, but avoid it if possible was the goal. Not again. If he can help it, adding her voice to the noises in his head was far from desirable.

A single punch. Display strength as straight to the gut should send a respectable distance, perhaps even knock to the shore. Buy him time to understand, as wound created sends it’s pain to numbed nerves, eyes scanning to reveal.

She came with others.

#nitikrty05 #nitikrty #ir depths ii

Pharoah

✫ 𝐼𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓈. Whatever his qualms were, the probability of those individuals retaining any desire to live was little. It was more likely they’d lost their final shreds of sanity and became mindless slaves to their corruption. “Then they would have thanked you, Archer, for freeing them.” Happy endings are not always a union of hand-holding and mortal longevity. Sometimes, they are stories of death and salvation. Had her life progressed normally, she, too, would have looked forward to passing on into the afterlife. Bah! Honestly, who does he think he is? Comforting a Pharaoh like this… she is the incarnation of the Sky God Horus and a God of the Underworld, you know?!

sniff.

“While it is acceptable for me to think that way, you must not. Perhaps it is not my place, as I do not know what you have endured, but you must consider the benefits of your actions. Do you not think you saved them in the end?”

In the event where results failed to be immediate, somewhere out there, someone surely reaped the rewards of his deeds! “Heroes like you… heroes like you make me believe it is possible to ascend higher than I was allowed to. You may have become an unsatisfactory version of yourself, but you are here as a Heroic Spirit because someone out there called you a hero! You were someone’s savior. Even if… even if it was only one person.” One, like her brother. What if this was what he wished for? Orchid eyes panned toward the skies, blooming under the light of countless stars. The beauty numbs the chaos in her mind, and once more, silence finds them.

Persist on that belief will she? Either perception of him was that warped, or she may had received one too many hits upon the head.. possibly both. Whatever, dismiss again now for a final time. “I’m no hero. What part of that do you not get.” He wouldn’t argue this any longer, woman was making his head hurt with her insistence. Positivity made him sick, rotten existence alone been but a bane to stabbing into sides pain piercing to his core. Folly belief was that of a child, one untainted. It brings but a sigh to lips.

No, reserve words. This burden was his alone, and there was no reason to pass misery to another. Just because he suffered, didn’t mean more had to. The reason a little died each time inside of him, for every one he murdered then. “No.” End of story. “Don’t involve yourself in things that you don’t or can’t understand.” Shelter from, rude as defense was. A means to protect, even now.

Leave her on that note. Knowing her she’d contest and dig into deeper but... he was tired of this. He was done arguing this. Subject was not for discussion, quite simply. As shown nativity had been a pain, and called on tolerance he didn’t not have to be used. Perhaps it’s the familiarity that makes him sick. The sort of thinking that only makes the pain of realization hit harder. Presence to disappear, before she notices.. least, that was idea. Till he gives one thing.

A ruffle. His own goodbye.

#nitikrty #nitikrty04 #ir depths #:end

Pharaoh

✫ 𝒱𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒. There is not a single monumental idol that did not first suffer great loss before achieving greater triumphs. Empathy reinforces a higher understanding of human civilization and the adversities that chase them in every era; those that defend their honor do so with the benevolence of altruism.

“What would you apologize for? I do not know who these individuals are, but I would say that they would find it unnecessary. You are a true Heroic Spirit, are you not? Not like me…” Not like this selfish Pharaoh who breathed only hatred and hubris during her reign. Huddled at the shore, she sets his lantern out to sail, and secretly elicits a prayer for his sentiments to reach those he cared for, while hers stayed at her side. “Not like me, who committed no heroic deeds during my life. I lived shamefully, and left no remnants of my own existence, committing the greatest sin a Pharaoh could have for that time.”

Fearing rejection, all the while feeling small and insignificant, her face sinks beneath her arms in an effort to hide from the scenery. From the shame, the regret, and the sorrow, until even the calming waves turned into a chorus of scrutiny. Her voice is muffled, but she manages to communicate, “–I wonder if he is ashamed of me. I possessed the authority to accomplish so much more, but I chose to be known for my vengeance.”

Amusing how a bit of silence, made company of the other just a tad more bearable. Excessive ranting or hovering over an ear, spouting mindless rabble he couldn’t give a damn for. But misfortune comes with, as it seems like before woman could not find herself squarely in between the spectrum. Extremes, are all she knows. Watching the boat off as she swells from emotion, responses would come. As such thoughts have had all the time to ponder over.

“I wouldn’t look too deeply into the title. After all, most of us are just murderers in the end. Glorified for who we killed.” Certainly not the most comforting person but such was his curt nature. Accept for it’s worth, as what else could be done. Foot steps are soft as he nears shore, stopping beside with eyes focused on the view. A deep breath. “..For taking their lives. They were innocents brainwashed to a cause.” A loss of life, with it’s only reason to stop more from falling to the prophet that oversaw them.

A hand falls onto the mound of hair upon her head, it’s weight notably bearing down as he makes no effort to keep it up himself. Words might’ve been heard, but their meaning was loss on him as to who. Nor did he know how to redeem anything from it. Scenarios like this, wasn’t his forte. Though, one thing he did know though. “Lighten up. A frown doesn’t look right on your face.” The closest to a compliment, she’ll ever get.

#nitikrty #nitikrty04 #ir depths

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✫ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈, only the lights were that of lanterns, and their travel was on water. A marvelous sight to behold, truly, but the only thing she could feel was unrest. The rim of her fingers encircle the object within her hands at uneven paces, lips pursed as the boats of neighboring residents set sail. “They are saying goodbye.” He, too, has one in his possession. It’s likely he’s already lost sight of the reason why; it was a commodity given to participants, but she couldn’t discern whether or not it’d be of any use to him.

“To those that have passed. It is rare for people to find solace in death. Even for those blessed enough to witness someone’s final moments, they often find more things to say after they have already left. We are frequently confined to our mortal coils, so holidays like these are means of comfort.” It made her wonder, “–do you have someone like that? One that you can no longer speak to, but wish to?”

Even he could say display offered a bit of peace to stilled nerves. Be it the silence or solace, sharing the glow of peace as they drifted away. Spark thought as suppose to some if not all those figures were taken away from, rather than own hands. An acceptable reason, to be burdened by. Fold arms, a natural defense. “-I wouldn’t have much to say to them. Other than sorry.”

Ends to justify the means. A stupid belief but one that served purpose to impose the murders, something had to tell him what he was doing was.. right. Least till he could no longer. It brings a faulty memory or two but, nothing that lips would say beyond. Offset stare, said that. Retracting from he then noted the ship he had held absentmindedly, before giving it in a less than zealous fashion for once. “Think you could use this more.” One ship wouldn’t be enough after all. Not for him.

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@nitikrty

It had been the third night of this nonsense. Celebration, merriment, public activities.. the whole lot held no merit in his eyes. No, of course curling himself in a corner simply gazing from an offset would’ve been enough but, that was speaking for him alone. Not the partner that insisted time and time again to drag him along. A change in the tide however, as it was him leading this act now. Or at the very least, stepping ahead of.

...Familiarity, caught him however. This.. whatever it was. Boats? Brings hints of nostalgia or something of that nature to rise, as blackened parts of mind sense a spark within. He knew their meaning, though still ask, she paid more attention to these dumb things than he did. “Hey, do you know what they’re doing?” Or rather why, but that’ll do.

#nitikrty #nitikrty04 #ir depths

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✫ 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈! In addition to not warning her of this possibility, he’d actually commented on it snidely while complimenting it within the same breath. ‘I think it’s dumb’, he said. ‘But, I guess it matches what you were looking for,’ he said! Yet here he is, pulling both her great idea and her pride off in one motion, just to yield a loud yelp.

“R-Return that to me, you oaf!” What is she to do if the public sees her in such a manner?! She hadn’t prepared this far! Of course, there’s a swimsuit gracing her body ( the same one she’d made in Chaldea ), but her mentality needed some readiness classes before that. So naturally, she’ll use the sand piling atop her as a shield until they reach the waters, and answer him only once the level reaches her chin. “If you must know, yes. You seem undaunted yourself, however. It is apparent you learned how to swim at some point in your life. A joyous discovery, isn’t it?”

Too late. That fabric was drifting off somewhere in the waves where she likely could not reach, warning given before had been the only one he’d give about this. Encumbrance was nothing more than just that, and now rid of it made process trudging along water that much easier. Even if she insisted on being a log before reaching shore.

“I think that’s because swimming is a skill you don’t forget once learning.” Once kept to memory, it wouldn’t fault. It was but a motion of the body done by many different means, something would eventually click at worst. “What’s more surprising is that you can swim. Here I thought there wasn’t any water in the desert.” That said.. “It’s not hard though, so guess it’s not that ridiculous you know how. Eventually if left to your own..” Well, she’d figure out. So let go then? Maybe the current could rid of her that way.

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actually an idiot

✫ 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀, this outcome was a pleasantry compared to initial expectations. Let bygones be bygones, she thinks, and learn to convert losses intro triumphs! Yes, a delightful resolution indeed. “Very well. Any form of compliance is better than none. Go ahead, then, I will allow you to escort me.” So follow him she shall, marching along the walk until the ocean breeze carries itself between her ankles, bringing her cape to flutter freely.

Ah, the sun, the beach, the sand…

Could perfection know any better form? ( Asides from very entity of Pharaoh Ozymandias, of course! ) “Wherever shall we visit first?” Of course, she’d already prepared for his imminent fight or flight instincts, and chained him to her wrist. A mage she is at the end of the day, capable of convening items at her back and call. With an ever-cautious mind, she’s already accounted for his incoming bit of rage as well, and starts taking off for the water with him in tow at the speed of light. It’s only a matter of time before she steps on her own disguise.

Where does he start. Her scheming? Trickery? Incompetence? Even with all lined in her favor, she still finds a way to fail as evident by both parties sprawled about in the sand, a notable higher amount collected on him considering he was dragged through it. He’s patient for a second, though to decipher what reason for was left for other to think over briefly. Surely their pride should be injured at this point.

Luckily for, one hand was free. With it came the tug on that ridiculous sheet she used to cover over, pulling it away before she did anymore harm to them both. “It’s almost like I warned you about something like this happening.” Almost like he knew from their time shared she’d find a way to goof. “Though I guess you feel right at home don’t you.” She was.. Egyptian? Sand should remind of home if memory can recall. Hand pulled back to own side returned favor, dragging her this time.

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Saber

EVEN STARVING LIONS HAVE A BETTER CONCEPT OF MERCY, though considering him, anything would. “Raw flesh. Beasts can only survive in nature with their instincts.” And beasts they are, so with the insinuation of her words creeping along her lips, “How about it, then? Let’s test to see whether or not your limbs have any motion left. It’s time to hunt.” Being a man of few words and even fewer thoughts, perhaps violent impulses can rile the blood in his veins. He was growing useless by the day, and there would be no greater shame than the degeneration of such an able body. “Before you refuse me, know that you are already on the path to the hunting zones. Your natural instincts betray you, Archer.”

"-And that is where you are wrong, Saber." Hmph. Fragmented mind was clear briefly, suppose something of a triggering phrase bringing senses to awaken from their slumber. As steps stopped, glance would come from over a shoulder. "All I am now is a killing machine. It's only natural it gravitates to." But, he accepted this. The fate of those horrible deeds he performed long ago. Hunting zone she says? Boring. "I'm sure there's some criminal nearby in need of cleansing. I doubt this.. thing will care for what type of meat it gets." Any substance, should do.

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DISMISS HER IF HE WISHES, but animals that lack cognizant intellect cannot be swayed by emotional mechanisms only humans possess. Once one has been elected as a caretaker, the loyalty of these things will not budge. ( Then again, they do say that felines are oft more independent than their canine counterparts. ) “It likely it broke free from its confines at the zoo. Hmph. You can hardly blame it; it must be better acquainted with other, wild beasts of nature. Perhaps that is why it chose you.” Consider it: a dangerous, wild persona is both dangerous and reliable. “It must assume that you can shield it from captivity. In its perspective, you did not budge from its numerous attacks. That is impressive. So, then, what will you name it?”

Follow directions no better than the creature. Tell them both to shoo and they only reinforce their efforts further. Sigh is longer than most, but fades quickly enough. Leave them to nature to dissuade , as they follow. “I can’t help but think it fits you better. You’re awfully caring of this wild beast.” Name? Food? Logic? Her excitement toward it was a lot deeper than attitude could be led to believe. “Even if I named it, I doubt it stick.” Memory wasn’t best, even he knew this. “That said, it can do whatever it wants I guess.” Returning it served no purpose. More work than it’s worth. “...What does it even eat, anyway?”

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Idiot

✫ 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 to stay alert when prominence is around. His insufferable amnesia could find a cure in memorabilia if the occasion is significant enough. Meeting a God should qualify! What does not qualify, is the blatant disrespect of one in such an inappropriate manner! How dare he! ( Again, he disobeys the common laws of courtesy. How have the Medjed become more of an amiable force than him? )

“O-Of course I am! Such insolence! Repent or else be cursed!” By whom? By her! When there is a will, there is a way, they say! The assaulted corner of her bedsheet is yanked free from his grubby hand, and from beneath the utter darkness of her legs, she offers a tribute of swimming trunks. “You should be grateful for my generosity. I came across these during my journey, and I have ruled them as a perfect offering.”

No. No, no, no. If she thought his stare was oppressive before, she’s definitely not going to like the eyes glaring into her soul at the suggestion presented. Tolerance had grown in their time together, her standard of shenanigans while extensive having some baseline he could stomach. Not this time. Not a word follows lips, but seated individual to stand as he grabs a few fabrics noted on hangers before disappearing.

And his return. White and black was a simplistic mix to work together, oddly.. if one didn’t know better he could almost blend with others. “I’ll stick to this.” It separated the two realms they occupied, and if anyone questioned if he knew other.. denial wouldn’t be difficult. “Let’s go then. The shore is just a short walk from here.” Maybe he could drop her off at the water and catch a nap in the sand. Or at least, hope.

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