#azrael 01

[envymachine]

@valiantcharge

Darrell had dialed almost a dozen numbers into this new phone, and he couldn’t decide what was worse-- spending a long time using this claws on a touch-screen, or the fact that not one of the numbers were connecting. Oh wait, no, it was definitely the not connecting thing. What was the point of even giving him a phone if he couldn’t call anyone for help? 

At another failure, Darrell lost his last bit of his cool and pitched the phone as hard as he could. He’d started muttering something about it being a useless hunk of junk when it occurred to him that he should not have done that at all. He braced himself for the sound of electronics shattering on sidewalk, but the impact was much... softer. A bit more like the sound of his phone smacking into a person in front of him. 

Hm.

[amorinie]

Their throat tightened at the mere sight of him.

Such overwhelming grief and pain hit Cherie at once, and though their mouth remained a solid, unwavering line, the look in their eyes clearly matched what they felt on the inside. It was not fear, nor was it hate; if they could word their thoughts, perhaps they would claim it to be sympathy, concern.. paired with the overwhelming need to console.

It was impossible to be certain as they were, with their powers and senses stripped from them, but even if the two were different.. that did not mean Cherie couldn't reach out to him.

"Help me, please," they asked without.. well, really asking at all; reaching for the stranger's wrist as their head turned to the chaos ensuing around what was known as the Eternal Tree, as if trying to make him see it as well. "Those tiny creatures are making the forest very unhappy. We could catch them, together."

–   ( ♡*; @yajmae​​​​ ​​​​​​ )

[gancheann]

@yajmae​

A wooden scythe... A wooden scythe! Such impudence... How could she complete her work like this? She had to fix this, do something. If for nothing else, for her image. How would anyone take her seriously carrying a big stick around?! She was transfixed on it, fixated. 

So much so she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. 

The lurch from the sudden contact was enough to send her head tumbling from her shoulders, but her body was at least paying enough attention to catch it in one of her hands, fumbling the wooden replica in the process. 

“Oof. Could you no-”

Tall... This angle didn’t help though.

“B-... Be more mindful, aye..? Terrible tragedies can befall those unaware...”

[rockstarprosecutor]

@valiantcharge

“Are you OK?”

Klavier isn’t one to get involved in other people’s business, especially if that business is a fight. In the chaos, he can’t even tell if this guy won or lost. Back home, fights never escalated quite that much...

...he feels like he should at least make sure this guy doesn’t need a ride to the hospital.

“Er, sorry if I’m overstepping my bounds, but that was quite a battle, ja?”

[isistance-blog]

“Pardon me....” She said quietly, approaching the much taller man with hesitant steps. TERMINAL had made mention that they weren’t obligated to face other masters and servants in combat. At least.... not yet. More hopefully, not ever. So she hoped approaching a servant that wasn’t her own wouldn’t result in her own demise.

“I am sorry if I am bothering you. I am seeking some advice; I don’t believe I will take much of your time. I.. I think...” 

“To the point: You look very strong. Being able to maintain such an impressive physique implies you have the mental fortitude to match. Or at least...” She was unsure again. But fumbling so often probably wouldn’t endear her to him. “What I mean to ask... is there a way that I may become like that too? I worry that I may not be enough for my own servant....”

@burakkuhoku

[nagomioso-blog]

@burakkuhoku

This had to be him.

And that was really what terrified Osomatsu the most.

The guy was looking at him expectantly, eyeing him over and looming a half a meter above him. Osomatsu felt like an ant that could be crushed at any second. So maybe having a big guy on his side would be to his advantage (if he was his Servant, after all), but at the same time... there’s no way he could boss around some beefy guy like that! Yeah, no, he definitely wasn’t cut out for this whole war thing.

“S-so you’re....” he croaks out, though he’s not able to say much more.