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Stares at her Sword of Mars with intense interest!
unprompted. | always accepting.
crimson bled hues bore into into boy , disinterest lurking beneath the murk of vision — a glance towards her own weapon , confirmation of his interest , before optics flicker back to visage beneath red crown . ❝ can i help you ? ❞ oftentimes destruction - bound being found herself avoiding humans , conversation , yet he piqued a dormant interest — a tug of familiarity digging beneath the surface .
petals of blood rose
bleeding forth were eyes of red , horrid in nature ; retained nought , but FURY & passion for WAR . craving morsel flesh between crevice of digits , sabre of MARS to wreck havoc `pon all who crossed stoic gaze — these ethics were encased by detached profile ; face cold , steeled into boring her emotions beneath that of own personality . stood the embodiment of DESTRUCTION , before unknowing SECRETARY — blade mucronate cast aim `pon throat ; it would not penetrate without action forward .
❝ my blade seeks not your demise , ❞ came voice oh so lacking of empathy . ❝ your LEADER is the one i HUNT . ❞
@redeemedsecretary
hues of maroon bled sky , lodge `pon tone of azurite ; a stain of calm , the mention of pure skies & sun to come — it was the colour of tranquil hearts & lively minds — not for KING OF DESTRUCTION .
it wrought havoc `pon strained mind , hauling forth smothered memories of failure & ill-repute — UMBRAL STAR had forsaken SERVANT , abandoned her within confines of ZERO DARK . such a fate , imbued with pure loneliness & isolation — one could only DREAM of the release from raw FURY .
❝ KING OF KNIGHTS ... ❞ if tone could not convey a sense of animosity ; the eyes of crimson lingering `pon smothered ire would . ❝ to think , you would ever show your face again . knowing full well of the torment you caused . ❞
@caliburnus
⸢ ruler ⸥
✞ || An embodiment of patience and virtue she might be. A Holy Woman made of compassion and honor. Unknowledgeable in some aspects she might be, but stupid is not her. Eyes narrowed upon the hun’s requests, she senses no lie but there are a greater aspect and motives behind it.
✞ || ❝ You may save your ulterior motive to yourself as long as it is not wrong the rule of the War itself, Saber but before that let me ask you something. Why do you ask me out of all your people? Surely you have known who is better to retain what belongs to you. ❞ By what she means, of course that snake-like-golden-king.
questions , questions ... so many questions . she had never doubted curiosity amongst her “ ACCOMPLICES , ” but she had yet to prepare herself for possible interrogation . after all ; she had been sealed away , FORSAKEN by UMBRAL STAR & means of communication — it was only natural to be hesitant around the aspect of conversation .
❝ the KING OF HEROES & KING OF CONQUERS are valuable allies & serve well under DESTRUCTIVE rule — this does not mean i FAVOUR them .❞ regardless of her tone reminiscent to that of a pond lacking rain , she remained true to her speech — honestly bleeding from her tongue , unable to clot in favour of LIES . ❝ no doubt you believe yourself to be far different from their ideals & perspectives . & it is clear that you link such DESTRUCTIVE nature to my interests . i do not hold their power above yours & due to this ; i have no qualms with your cooperation . what you do & what you live by is of your own accord . if that means you are willing to aid my conquest : so be it . if not , that is your choice .❞
`pon realisation that her answer was perhaps vague & too drawn out to properly comprehend ; she mentally scolded herself , a half-hearted frown etching into her face . ❝ i merely don’t discriminate . your service is greatly appreciated , no matter the circumstance .❞
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⸢ saber ⸥
@ruinbred
“ i regret to inform you that we have been separated from the others. we must find them posthaste before the sunset. ”
❝ you will search ALONE . i needn’t waste effort on accompanying you — i have succeeded in my mission .❞
⸢ magus ⸥
@ruinbred.
The sight of the female servant was ethereal, like she was a goddess, out of this universe… The magus herself was at loss of words while observing her figure, until a menacing stare from a pair of the female servant’s crimson eyes meet her own gaze. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to s-spy on… you.”
antecedent to likely connoted actions ; crimson hues , lined with a deep FURY , a never ending cry for DESTRUCTION — a dull ache , phantom pain digging `pon heart & rending emotions from physicality .
❝ you needn’t apologise . ❞ lying came naturally to such SERVANT , but perhaps not in terms of “ white lying , ” as she had heard so phrased . to keep ones emotions above that of disappointment or melancholy . ❝ what is your name ? ❞ BLUNT . not unusual beyond SERVANT formalities .
⸢ ruler ⸥
✞ || ❝ It is simply something I must do, nothing more or less. ❞ Yes, just like back then nothing more or less. Her role is nothing but a watchdog in this war and she only did what Ruler deems right to do, as always. Conflict at times are unavoidable and if things go against the path she believes in, she won’t doubt to trample upon her enemy, no matter who they are.
✞ || ❝ Fear not, Saber. I have no intention to point my banner and sword at you. I should be the one who ask; what do you require from me? ❞
what did she require ? fealty , respect , followers ? no , it was nothing of the sort . she held no honour , no amount of adhere ran through the veins of DESTRUCTION lathered SERVANT . she was but a tool , to UMBRAL STAR , VELBER ... she need not seek such attachments from WARRIORS . what she did require was not sworn sincerity , but rather the means to FIGHT .
❝ your POWER , if i were to summarise .❞ a whisk of digits , languid in motion — gesturing the motion of “brushing off” the question .❝ i expect you to take from SABER , what is rightfully mine . once all is complete ; you may do as you wish .❞
⸢ impostor ⸥
“Why is it that you crave my true identity? What importance does it hold to you? Do not think that I have not seen that spark of familiarity when you set your eyes on me.“ Golden hues narrowing in high suspicion. Again, who was this silver haired woman?
A test for hypocrisy. “Would you answer my curiosity for your identity?” Would the one opposite of the Black Saint answer the question like how she asked it? Or would she hold it all back and keep herself in secrecy? “Perhaps then I shall return you an answer in full.”
❝ you APPEAR to be someone you’re NOT . is it so wrong as to allow curiosity to seep into crevices beyond judgement ? ❞ for ALTERA , it wasn’t . in fact , curiosity was quite familiar & adamant about coming forth ; she would not hide this , it would prove to be far too difficult .
❝ ALTERA .❞ no reason to obscure her identity — her tension on the rules of being a SERVANT were worn thin & they would remain ; she was not born of normal terms . revealing identity held no ill repute . ❝ i have no reason to hide from you . i do not FEAR you , as you must FEAR me .❞ oh , but she could not sense an inkling of DISMAY ... anger , reprisal , perhaps intimation of sadness ; but no FEAR . this was but an attempt to elicit answers .
❝ i am impressed . ❞
PRAISE ... it almost tasted bitter `pon muscle ; forced & unfamiliar — but nonetheless ; DESERVED . DESTRUCTION had her suspicions in regards to RULER’S following — after all ; such a HERO had no issues with carrying out JUSTICE & ALTERA was no stranger to prejudice . of course , no FEAR lingered for her safety , but compromising acts weren’t unusual & it would attract unwanted attention .
❝ i didn’t think someone as ESTEEMED as you would be willing to fight & conquer those with more ... equitable desires . ❞ leading triumph in the battle against SABER’S army had proved to be quite the ego booster — regardless , SERVANT’S guard never fell . though hand was placed `pon hip , ( almost a signature pose ) she appeared at the ready ... waiting , tense for the chance to defend herself — even within her own “ KINGDOM . ”
@leternelle
⸢ caster ⸥
@ruinbred
❝ I still cannot get used to your company, Altera-san. So, forgive me for being so blunt, but can you please stop eyeing my dishes? If you do not wish to eat the food I cooked, you can starve until that Emperor of Roses will come back with her oil-y stuff that is so bad for your stomach. ❞
❝ hm ? ❞ tone shaved of audibility , a whisper in of itself — mental note ; she was staring again , her mind absent from crimson gaze . forcing herself back to reality ; SERVANT shifted in her position , uncomfortably so — embarrassment , perhaps ? no ... her face had yet to beam beetroot.
❝ CASTER , you asked that i cease my observation of YOU ... if i am not to look at the food , what else am i supposed to look at ? ❞ though SERVANT was no stranger to anxiety ; she couldn’t bring herself to grasp the idea of someone being uncomfortable in her presence — or rather , captured in her rubberneck gaze .
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hues of crimson fell `pon every movement — every timid action , from the base of nerves ... she could always sense that FEAR , the DISPLEASURE of the presence of her SERVANT — it shouldn’t matter so much to her , but the thought lingered . ceased to fade .
❝ that would be the best option , yes . ❞ though her MAINFRAME was ... vast in size , she lacked the cold , intense aura of the AVATAR . weak , in a simple sense . there was certainly a hint of hostility to allowing this HUMAN so close — the prison would hold her . forget such troublesome thoughts .
action `pon ivory crown , she gestured for the other to follow — SERVANT taking unjust lead . heels trudging seemed to be the only form of sound from profile . no speech , no breathing ... silence , it ran thicker than the matter between marrow .
@ardorbred
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“oh?” says the Archer. “I don’t think he’d find himself so insecure, though who are we to know? Though… I suppose to admit to thinking of him in a similar manner. I suppose it is a minor sin I do bear.”
❝ well ALL hold some form of INSECURITY . even you , ARCHER . him , more than others — i can see that . he may pride himself on ego ; such greed is built upon frail walls . ❞
⸢ impostor ⸥
“How rude. Asking for the identity of another.” An answer returned with a lick of coyness. Who was this servant standing before her and what made her think she had the audacityto ask that? The way they stared each other down came down to crimson against gold as they were locked into a dual of stares.
Even as opposites now there was something they shared. Power. No. It was something more then that. Even so it did not shake her from holding ground against the silver haired servant in front of her. “Avenger.” That was all the other servant would receive from her mouth as an answer. Anymore was not important nor needed to say against a stranger.
A Class that few servants with in it. Those who were within it however were souls who harbored great hatred and with that followed destruction in their wake in an attempt to quell the anger they held…
RUDE ? she knew nought of human etiquette , nor their mannerisms — but to ask another of one’s age ... surely it couldn’t be impolite . brain wrought over logical options — stumped on a single , simple mistake ; was the mind of WARRIOR so fickle , as to crumble beneath weight of mistake without the linger of DESTRUCTION `pon being ? no ...
a mental shove ; the thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind . there were more pressing matters at hand . ❝ AVENGER ? i assume you were not gifted that name at birth — that’s a little too brutal , even for HUMANS . you would not grant me your TRUE IDENTITY ? ❞ she shan’t ask for much , but a sliver of knowledge — AMBIGUOUS lead , as to why she appeared so familiar , so much like JEANNE , but remained so different .
