#cavernking

[delusionalheartbeat-blog]

     This Servant... had a presence unlike others that he had met here before.

A cool animosity sparked and crackled in this man’s eyes. He did not have the eyes of a hero, for certain. ... Was he an Assassin as well? The Hassan pondered such a thing, unable to ascertain what manner of Servant this person was. How troubling, indeed.

Hassan couldn’t help but grow mildly wary.

“... If you have an interest in me, speak it.”

“You don’t seem like a hero, and yet you approach me deliberately after witnessing me pickpocket from that man. So what do you want with me?”

     He carried an unfriendly, but patient tone.

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[avxsta]

Staying all day on the chapel wasn’t pleasing for him. Given his nature as a troublemaker he would come out of the place a couple times in the week, not only he did so so he could feed his beasts but to simply mess around.

He knew very well that a bunch of Servants were around, while he actually couldn’t care about them he was actually curious about two certain ones, they were on the same class as him which could be considered  impossible, after all the Avenger class was created only for him, until now of course.

He had met with the two of them, one was a darkened version of a saint and the other one was a man from a certain tale of vengeance.

He was interested, both as a senior and as the one who carried All the Evils of the World.

Oh, a lucky shot. Just as he was thinking of them one appeared in front of him. What was his name again? King of the Cavern? Yeah, let’s go with that.

“Yo, fancy meeting ya again. How has the vengeance thing been going?”

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[revolvingmist-blog]

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An interesting fellow. Not only had this man just chatted with the onis Kurogiri was running from, but they seemed to be acquainted with him in some aspect. Strange, given that he did not strike Kurogiri as a figure for Japanese folk lore. Then again, he hadn’t believed that Shuten was an oni to begin with. Given that this was the time of ghosts and spirits, trusting appearances alone was not always enough.

At least being beside them meant it was unlikely those demons would return again. “Greetings.” He was not very good at approaching strangers who he had to business with, this was painfully clear. “Are you a villain as well?” Skipping right to the point but to be fair, they did give off an air of malevolence. At least if he was right then they might have something to really talk about.

[passerbyboys-blog]

@cavernking

As he was walking, he noticed a tuft of white at the corner of his eye. Whatever. Not important. He had better things to do than pay attention to such trivial things, he continued walking. But something felt off – he felt like he was being followed. He turned around and lo and behold, he found the owner of the white tuft right in front of him.

[silvareliquiae-blog]

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「🐁」Nezumi walked the streets of Sector 1 with a certain hop in his step. There was no denying that he was in a rather good mood, to say the least.

It was raining. There were few things that made him happier than a good, heavy storm. It brought back memories of a time when he saw the first hope in the world he had seen in a long time. Even as the air was hot and humid, he still enjoyed it. He stood as a stark contrast to the countless others that chose to walk with umbrellas, choosing to take his stroll with little more than his t-shirt and scarf.

When he arrived at his destination, he was only vaguely aware of how much he was dripping onto the floor around him. It was a cozy place, which brought on another kind of comfort that Nezumi enjoyed: warmth. He didn’t even care what he looked like to other people, though he knew it must have been strange. A boy, dripping wet, standing next to a fireplace? 

Well, still, nothing seemed like it could ruin his good mood.