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[voidgearing-blog]

@panthermask

A small black creature with red glowing eyes zipped across the grass. A Flood was scouting the area, holding the attention of a girl. She could see it. That was all the information he needed. Slowly, a black ooze seemed to bubble up from the ground behind the girl who seemed distracted by his Unversed. The creature peeked around corners, hopped up onto a trash can, knocked it over and proceeded to move away from it.

From that bubbling ooze blossomed a black portal from which he stepped out. A black dome-shaped mask covered his face and he looked around, eyes coming to rest upon the girl.

“That’s mine. The fact that you can see it means you’re a servant...or a master. So, which is it? I might hurt you either way so your answer doesn’t really matter.”

[rexlassus-blog]

@panthermask

He’d been trying to grasp this whole situation for the past few hours. The fact that he still felt like he was dreaming was of little comfort to the fact that he didn’t have any of his friends. Forced to come into a ‘Servant and Master’ relationship of sorts with some man he didn’t know...wasn’t his idea of a good time. He would have much rather just been with his friends. As he ventured out into the new city, he had a hard time finding anything that would catch his interest for long.

So he finally decided to take a break. Settling onto a bench, he glanced at the girl who was sitting close to him. Small talk. He could do that. Right? His brow furrowed slightly and lips drew into a thin line for a moment. Slowly, he tilted his head toward her, making a note of the Command Seals on her hand. His were hidden under one of his gloves.

“So...” He started, giving a slight sigh. Solid start. “This Master-Servant business. Kinda weird, huh?”

[undieachiever-blog]

@rosedwhip

if you were to pay attention to the girl standing in the middle of the bazaar looking as if she’s having a crisis (it’d be difficult not to), you’d realize it was over something very dire. something so dire, the girl is almost in tears over her predicament.

what’s the issue, one might ask? well--

“Too many choices! Too many! I can’t decide if I want that takoyaki or the taiyaki or even that yummy looking stirfry over there--! Oh, but that crepe stand looks amazing, too.” she’s glancing back and forth between all the different stalls, gripping what is obviously only enough money for one of them. truly, life is hard.