Aslaug

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 “Looking around? For what? It’s not like there is someone else on the hall aside of us right now.” Siegmund shrugs as the Caster apologized, maybe he exaggerated when he said she was intruding his personal space. There was something that just felt, awkward, every time both of them were in the same space. He knew who her mother was, and what she wanted to do with his father, but did he actually have to take it out with her? She was way different than the Valkyrie.

  “Right, uh, I apologize. I came out a bit rude myself.”

❝ Its no problem; pay no mind to that.     Or rather... All of this really. Now that    you are here though, is there something    on your mind?                                                 ❞     Caster attempts to save the conversation, finger tips clasping together in a gentle hold folding into one another as she waited the others response. 

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✪▐░▒ Caster’s response only prompted Rider to be further baffled at her request. WHY did she want to see every single part of the Sleipnir? The ship is so big it is impossible to get through everything within an entire day, let alone within a few hours without rest. In fact, why did she in all servants in the floating metal tin can in the middle of space, chose him?

❝ Bullshit. You realize how fucking big this ship is? We are gonna be in a battle soon and it ain’t gonna be possible to get through this before we start briefing and all devushka, ❞ However, he does notice one thing; she does resemble one of the female lancers he has met earlier. In fact, she emitted what seemed to be a similar aura from the said servant. What connection do they even have?

❝ I see then after battle? I see nothing wrong in it?   Such.. Technology is out of my thought to ever    believe.... Then... At least now..... Show me the most   notable thing your people have to offer--I implore you.    ❞   His method of talking does nothing to deter her mood or bother her image of him, if anything she is well accustomed to such haughty method of speaking to one another. Having instructed and been around men all her life, who did naught but rough house and wreak havoc when needed. His gruff demeanor was welcoming at best.   To say the least, her personality was a tad bit brighter. Even if her expressive did not color the perfect picture. She was interested and although knew they were to head out into battle soon. The woman was insistent on seeing something the other had to show for.

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devilishcrns:

“Yea well, consider it a ‘one time’ thing.”  Of course the Berserker knew she was one of the only people who could get Aslaug back in one piece.  Did that mean she wouldn’t be annoyed and irritated at being the one who was ordered to retrieve her?  Hell no.

Alaska began to increase her speed, making sure the other wasn’t jostling too much in her arms while the Berserker ran.  While the battle did have to be won, the Berserker could come back after the Caster was in safety with their Master.  Right now, that is all that mattered to the Servant who sped across the battlefield.

“Keep alive for just a bit longer.  I’ll set you down next to Master then head back to finish this.”

❝ .... As expected of a Beserker, yet you go so far    as to make sure I am comfortable in your arms.   Why are you this way then ?                                      ❞     Aslaug has no qualms in asking the other bluntly why they are a Berserker or giving away kindness as they had. Despite the circumstance, she rather isn’t fond of swaying within the others arms, but it is also that ... She could feel herself feeling lighter and as if to escape that inevitable demise she begins to procure a conversation out of the silence.

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krixmhild:

The Avenger gives a cold smile in response to the other Servant’s words, her oppressive hatred dimming slightly, “That would be nice…” She gives the Caster another measuring gaze, silver eyes scanning the Norse Servant’s finery. “I am sure he lies within this Singularity, would it be much trouble to ask you help me locate him? If I had to guess your class, I’d say a Caster from your garb, and a bit of mystical puissance could be the thing that lets me run down my dear brother in whatever hole he’s found.”

   Cold glance avoids the Avengers, though the expressive was evident. There was no desire of her inert interest in helping the other. Rather; she knew dabbling in the others personality and problems would bring her nothing but grief and turmoil. As was the curse that surrounded her; she was certain. ❝ I cannot locate him in such regard, that is something   you must do on your own... Do you not have a master   to work along side with?                                               ❞

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praeterum:

     threads of fate, oh how ironic. the child truly had no clue as to whom she was nor how close to the truth she spoke. arms folded behind her back, fingers loosely laced, the urge to tease the girl growing. she could hide her identity, pretend to be another, change her form should she wish. but to lie to someone familiar felt so wrong. so, the truth would be spoken and nothing but the truth. “ … skuld. my name is skuld. ”

❝ .... ? Skuld; a decider of fates. .... To think.   I would meet you and cross paths as we will.       ❞   Aslaug’s eyes flutter forth and the kindness that bore from her heart and words all but  melted. It was this she sought battle against; a contender and meaning to what she hated most. Although she was a seeress and could see the paths of whenst fate would take. It was not she who decided of it; no it was Skuld and others who held a power to decide such thing.                                    It brought the caster naught but disdain. ❝ Of course you would answer the call of the Grail. ❞

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praeterum:

     “ you are … her child, brynhildr’s, correct ? ” another who’s fate she decided upon, but a familiar one she had to admit. this child, she only vaguely recalled unfortunately. look, aslaug wasn’t able to look in her eyes, curious. “ may i ask, what kind of aura i give off ? ”

❝ One that syncs along side my own; as if the threads   of fate are intermingling with one another in plain---    to put it simply. Theres an alluring aura about you,    however. You know of my mother then? Then you should    know my name. Might you share your own?                               ❞     Aslaug chimes with confidence, glad to find the conversation befitting to her liking. The woman before her was truly a curious individual and surely if she looked into the others eyes. The Caster could decipher whom they were, however she cared and found interest in deciding people through regular conversations. It was a luxury she enjoyed and would allow herself to have whenever possible.

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“Oh give it a rest with that bullshit.  Who cares what they say?  Master wants ya alive and so I’m gettin’ ya out of here alive.”  Came the reply as the Berserker hoisted the other up with no problem.  She was able to lift far heavier things than Aslaugm keeping the girl close to her body while powerful legs pushed from the ground to carry the other to safety.  Truth be told Alaska would not have had any qualms about leaving the seeress to die, but their Master requested the Berserker to save her; and so here she was.

“Ya took a good hit, but you’ll live, probably.  Long as we get ya back soon enough.”

❝ .... It is not like you... To come back for someone.   ❞   Aslaug could feel the essence of her prana waning thing within the thresholds of what  a servant could call life. Yet she tested it, and detested it at that. Caster had left the front lines to be pulled back into the confindes of another no less. Being told to pull back as their life may be pressed into dangerous territories. Caster knew of course, but she also knew that the battle was to be won. There was no need for others to worry despite the odds that seemed stacked against them.

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Kriemhild looks down on the other Servant, notably seeming to weigh the other’s value, before asking, “Tell me, Servant, have you heard anything about a man called Gunther in this Singularity? I would much desire to have words with him…” The somewhat peaceful implication of her words is undercut by the notable uptick in hatred in her aura and a near unnoticeable pulse of prana from the sword on her back as the name leaves her lips.

  Caster felt the pressure and weight of the atmosphere surrounding the other weigh down on her heavily. It was hard, however upon hearing whom the other had been in search over. The softness of her expression melted into a sorrowful thin frown. She could feel nothing but a whimsical feeling that brought her down to a level she did not think to find herself seeing so soon. ❝ Gunther? No... I have not heard of his name within this   existence; however if there is ever a time I do. I will be  sure to tell him of the hell that hath cursed upon him if   he is to show his face.                                                           ❞

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❝ Such Ferocity... I did not mean to be in your way. I simply    wished to wander through. It is a bit hard for me to walk     around.                                                                                   ❞    Caster omits that she cannot look up, though she makes certain the other understands it is hard for her to walk around and or saunter by. It did not help that the only reason why she missed bumping into the other within the busy town of the singularity they were in. Waiting for Master, was because she could sense of the others hatred filled aura from nearly a mile away.

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  “Caster…? W-what…” The young king took a step back as he felt the queen’s eyes staring at his. He takes a moment to regain his posture, then proceeds to put his right hand on his hip, somewhat annoyed. “What was that for, anyway? It is rude to just invade someone else’s private space. You know that?”

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❝ I apologize? I was simply looking around, no need to feel alarmed.   ❞   Aslaug answers him in short. Though in truth she hadn’t been staring into his eyes what so ever. Rather she was intensely mystified by the area she had managed to stumble into. Filled with a uncertainty and reality to understand how she even wound up there. The future did tell to her she would get lost, but to this measure? How comical, she thought to herself.

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nordiixa:

✕     “Do not worry, my darling Aslaug… I will bring Daddy home.. I promise…,” cooed Brynhildr in a loving whisper, wrapping herself around her daughter.

He was going to stay with them this time. Sigurd was not going to abandon them again, or Brynhildr would bring this entire world down in flames.

❝ !! Mommy youre so good!! Daddy would never want to leave    you again okay!! I know daddy messed up!! But remember when    I messed up your favorite dress!! Mommy forgave me!! Im sure    daddy didnt meant it toooo!! So just tell daddy its okay and then    we can finally play!! Together!!                                                              ❞    Absolute bliss was how she felt as her mother held her so tightly like she always had!

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nordiixa

 “ You cant steal daddy from mommy!! what are you doing??   ❞ ”

-a literal angel on the dash-

❝ .. Mommy dont let them take daddy again... ❞   

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❝ You cant steal daddy from mommy!! what are you doing??   ❞ 

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infinitagladiis:

“My real name isn’t important by any stretch of the imagination I’m afraid. Archer’s as good a name as any.” He didn’t speak in a way to insult her, but more indicate how little she should think of his supposed legend. It wasn’t much to say that he was hardly anyone of great renown, an entity from a time that hadn’t even transpired yet in his singularity.

“I doubt there’s much to read. To say I’m a hero is a bit of an overstatement. Some of the most small time of legends can become a servant.” He said it without scorn or sentiment, just a matter of fact tone. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m just doing what someone needs to do.”

❝ I feel as if you undermine your own value to the world.  ❞             Curt was her answers as she allowed her eyes to flash briefly to his expressive. Noting well of his own shut ones. Furrow’d brows, the length of his jaw line, the white hair. A simple oh this is how he looks like, thought drums throughout her mind. Though her observation is brief as they scamper to look upon the tiles of the wall. Her expression full as if she were speaking to his face in full. ❝ Well I am not here to scold you; at least if   you are here. Please enjoy yourself.         ❞  

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   Additional face claim added for Aslaug: Mikumo Guynemer!

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"At least bandage it."

❝ It will be fine for now, when we are back. I will do as much.   After all, my men need the bandages and we need to save on   supplies. I rather hold off for them, I know this will not kill me.   My future is fine.                                                                                  ❞  Aslaug states in plain, the statement having weighed so logically in her mind. She hadn’tcared that the blood seeped through her clothes.

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‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

❝ I would never give you a heart attack-me? Not at all.  ❞    There was a joking voice in her tone, yet the action she had taken nearly killed her. Thetwo would know better. If there was truly something to be afraid over, Aslaug at least would be more inclined to take matters seriously or at least speak as much. However, as the weapon nearly scathe’d the other whilst attacking the beast that they were after. It would seem she had frightened them just a bit with the close proximity.