#atergladius

[3rchimedes]

wee woo wee woo stranger danger // atergladius

It isn’t every day when you see a super tall stranger who looked like they didn’t have anything to do! What a lovely coincidence, for Ruki, who was sitting a few feet away from the male in question and had been rather occupied making flower crowns just a moment ago, was also very bored on this uneventful day! Maybe she could become friends with this incredibly tall individual—just think of all the benefits she would gain from accomplishing this feat!

First of all, she wouldn’t have to go through the trouble of stacking boxes or moving chairs in front of the refrigerator whenever she wanted to eat—she could just ask her super tall soon-to-be friend here to reach for the stars, otherwise known as the food in the fridge that were placed just a shelf too high. Secondly—well, she couldn’t think of a second benefit. Worthwhile piggyback rides? Yeah. Probably. Speaking of which, she was really itching for a piggyback ride.

She’ll think of befriending tactics later, right now she just wants a piggyback ride.

She quickly got up on her feet and, without warning, ran towards the random stranger that she had been staring at earlier and tugged on his shirt to gain his attention. Look down you fool—she’s only 129 centimeters. Oh! There we go. Confirming that the man’s attention was on her, Ruki jumped straight into stating what she had wanted from him.

“Please give me a piggyback ride, mister!”

[courageandtime]

Competition || Link + Guts

The lack of a weapon was slowly beginning to wear on Link's psyche. He'd gone more than a few days with nothing but his fists for protection - not that he was helpless when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Still, it wasn't the same. So it was that Link spent the better part of his morning looking for the perfect wood with which to build a wooden sword. That, at the very least, would make him feel a little more comfortable.

He'd lost count of the hours it had taken him to drag driftwood away from the beach, shape it, and put it all together. Yet from these scraps of wood, Link had been industrious enough to make not only a sword for himself but a sword for another person. A sparring partner. He didn't know exactly how many people knew swordplay on the island but that in itself wasn't a problem. After all, he could easily pass the time teaching them the proper way to fight with a sword.

It wasn't until he sighted another who looked like they were familiar with some sort of weapon that Link even bothered to approach anyone. Sure, Guts was much larger in stature than him and appeared to be stronger but that didn't intimidate Link very much. Appearances were decieving, after all. And beyond that, he was a hero. It said so right on his ID card! Lifting a hand as he got closer to Guts, the male reached out and tapped his shoulder. Only when the other turned around did Link offer up the hilt of the second sword he'd made.

Tilting his head questioningly, Link waited until he was sure he had the other's attention before taking a deep breath and speaking. "Spar?" God, he hated speaking.

[fateiustitiavitae]

i feel awful buuut i'll be dropping guts from berserk, he was the berserker class servant!!

Alright, he's been dropped for you!

☯ takoyaki mod

[fateiustitiavitae]

[ Hello mods! I had a change of heart so I changed Guts' url from enragier to this one! I hope it doesn't cause any problem! Also he's from the series Berserk! ]

It has been changed for you!

☂ yamaimo mod

[terminusserpentes-blog]

furvus equiti | Closed to Guts

Bored. Bored bored bored Bored.

A terrible state for him to be in, in other words. Not that things weren't going to get interesting - very soon too, with any luck - but that didn't help him now. His dear Saber was AWOL, or so it seemed, and none of the other Masters had been kind enough to reveal themselves to him of their own free will.

-- Not that they could really be blamed for that

But it meant his lone source of entertainment would have to be to wander the city, hoping to come across one of the other combatants in this oh-so-slow war. Master or Servant, it didn't matter; that damn edict from the church to - what was it? - play nice meant all he could do was talk. Talk, listen, and try to get some kind of advantage or leverage so that he'd have a much easier time when this thing actually kicked off. But maybe that was enough.

An oddity of this war, surely; either the Master was very good at hiding indeed, or he'd come across a Servant that for whatever reason lacked one. Now that was a curiosity; and not really a threat for the moment. But definitely something of interest.

"Now, what do we have here?"

"Or, if you'd rather I was precise, which one are you? I mean, I'd just love to ask your name, but I guess you wouldn't tell me anyway, huh?"