#castilium 1

[passthrough]

     It was a nice night out. Camping by the Mistwood had the tendency to suffer the local weather’s effects, but tonight there wasn’t a cloud in the sky— nor any mist in the valley. Still, she hadn’t particularly expected any travelers at this time to wander on by.

Someone with a particularly large shield at their side, too... or, at least, she thought it to be a shield. Looked more like a slab of metal, in her opinion. But, also...

“... Oi. You. ... That thing you have there...”

“Looks like it’d make a decent wok... or a smoker.”

     Without a ‘hi’ or a ‘hello’, she’d simply point out the other’s armament— before casting her single-eyed gaze away from the other and back to the campfire before her, blazing bright. Hanging over it was a rack made out of branches with cuts of meat hanging over it, left basking in the smoke of the flames and with an irresistible smell. Idly, Mao tossed a stick into the pile.

“Sit and warm up, if you want. Cold out.”

@castilium​

[lunarevictor]

In a distant dream, Kishinami was somewhere else besides here. Well, not that it was a good thing. Not at all, since the system was trying to delete it. Delete Kishinami Hakuno, for being a false entity. For holding the identity that’s not his, even though he claimed it for himself. Even though he affirmed that he’d still be Kishinami no matter what– affirmations denied, and perhaps… it’s existence is no more. 

But he was no longer there, and he was here? Here... was not of a definition, or idea... or exact knowledge to him. It was an enigma. Many questions unanswered, and without a doubt… at the very least, it lives– but for how long?

The cab ride seems too quiet, too dissonant, the driver having a constant smile was unnerving. It continued to be unnerving, until it became apparent Kishinami had reached its final destination. He could only wonder even more– where he was– and what trials may lay ahead. A feeling of dread comes up, and it could only grow more, as he stares at the pamphlet. 

Any of his strength, that he seemed to  previously had, seemed to have left him. Disappeared, and he felt somehow faint. Instead, he stood on shaky legs, yet, his eyes were blinking rapidly. Running multiple scenarios, but… nothing came to mind. Soon, he fell to his knees, being unable to stand any of this. Thump. 

@castilium​

[inheritedname]

@castilium​​. | starter call.

The moment he wakes up in this city, he decides he wants to protest. Protest for being here, protest for living again -- but he is unable to do so.

A car — a cab more like it, rolls up to him — and he’s more bewildered than angry. If anything, he’s befuddled by the situation.

It’s minutes later that Archer is finally out of the cab, good riddance to that!

Grumbles, as he looks around dazed — he doesn’t even know what’s happening.

“The hell?”

[theosophica-blog]

        ( @castilium )

        “Had my eyesight not have been rejuvenated to its original perfect clarity upon returning, I would have thought you and I to be the same person! However, had I been brought back in my former visage, I doubt I’d be able to say the same with such confidence.”  Fingers pull through the changing shades of lavender between her hands, flashing the other a toothy smile in hopes that this one similarity could stand as a spark for a different conversation angle amongst the two Heroic Spirits.

        “Though you truly ought to give your hair a trim: I’m certainly not in any way qualified to speak on behalf of the fashion industry, but if it’s popular to wear it over your eyes in this age, I must say I’m a bit disappointed. Especially being a Servant, that can cause more harm to yourself, really.”  She hadn’t meant to, but her words quickly divulge into a lecture (her old bones simply cannot resist even if her new face reflects otherwise), harping on the other like a mother, or even worse and more accurately, a grandmother.