Aug 31, 2017
✕ This husband-stealing tart wants to talk about class...
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✕ This husband-stealing tart wants to talk about class...
@cremehild
“If I may ask, and please do forgive me if this is rude, but what is your name?” The woman who stood in front of her seemed like a person he would find himself talking to, perhaps knowledgeable and wise.
It wasn’t as if she was unaware of the form approaching her, it was more like she did not care. She had only just shortly departed her “cordial visit” with Siegfried, and she was keenly aware of the sharp eyes which followed her every movement as such.
My, my, was someone jealous?....Angry perhaps? The mere thought was enough to make the sides of Avenger’s lips upturn ever so slightly. With a flourish she turned and placed a hand on her hip. Addressing the form of a woman.
“Geh, either I shouldn’t be surprised you aren’t an assassin or the Master pool is about as talentless as the brainless clergy these days. No mater which it is... you’re a joke.”
Her sneer remained on her face as she inspected the woman now. Her vibrant hair, her aura.. it reminded her of some sort of sanctimonious garbage, it made her sick. “Christ, and just what am I looking at? Some sort of ‘divine scrap?’ Pft, more like a holy heap to me.”
cremehild ha respondido a tu publicación: That laugh. Siegfried grabs Sieg and puts him on...
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“Yes?”
He proceeds to look at Balmung on his back, then looks at Balmung on Kriemhild’s hands. He doesn’t even bother on why she has it too, he figures she got it after his death, but the question is is why it looks like a scythe.
Being summoned on this so called Chaldea was a geniunely first experience for Rider, a place where he got the chance to see heroes from other legends and times. He had yet to make himself comfortable in this place, but something was impending him from doing so.
A stare, he always felt like he was being stared. He always saw some kind of golden-like hair brushing off as he felt he was being stared. There was only one Servant with long enough hair to fit the criteria.
“Greetings, Avenger. I think this is the fisrt time we spoke directly, and I may come off as rude, but, are you the one that has been stalking me the past days?”
@cremehild