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Card games is something Hikaru never saw before in her whole life after being sheltered by her own family in her world and made her focused on Kendo. She did knew it was rude but her curiosity won’t waste it.
How she came out of nowhere, best if not knowing at all.
“Those were cool-looking cards you have there!” From happiness to a wandering manner, she adds. “How’d you play it?”
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Its one thing to have plants that look normal and innocent. But when he starts carrying something that looks like giant venus fly traps straight from the cartoon, thats when it gets awkward.
“Just...don’t put your hand near them.”
It was a tight enclosed space, There might be a few bites but if worse comes to worse, he has that dagger tucked underneath his shirt.
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“So… this is the place the maps call The Surface…” The living doll comments, amber-eyes narrowing at the sights around. Attempting to focus on the general layout of the area. Still being relatively new to all of this, she was trying to memorize the area. Perhaps it was a bit of a large task, however? She was nothing if not dedicated. And though she’d been through this area a few times already – what she was attempting this time was “memorization.” Including the use of the Island’s code names for areas.
It was actually somewhat fascinating for her around here. This was the ward she’d been homed in, after all – and it sort of reminded her of herself, seeing the buildings and such around here.
Everything was a little mechanical around here. A style she’d been informed was called STEAMPUNK – because of it, even her open shoulder joints were often simply overlooked. Most people would certainly assume the over-sized karakuri doll belonged here. Something she was learning to take advantage off, especially while looking about the area. However, she stopped what she was doing then. Catching sight of particularly bright red-hair… Curiosity over-coming common sense, Assassin jumps up – pulling herself onto the roof tops, so that she could make her way over without being caught up in the crowds. Her memories were still… rough. Malfunctioning since she’d been summoned in Chaldea. And? That hadn’t gotten any better since her arrival here. The reason she was curious? Was because the other’s red-hair reminded her of someone…
With that, she leaps down in front of the other – perhaps not the best way to approach someone, however? Given that she was new to “life,” she was prone to making little mistakes like this. However, when she stands upright and turns to look at the other, finally getting a good look at the person she’d just followed, she simply tilts her head to the side. “… it appears I have made an error in judgement.” Assassin comments, more to herself then to the stranger that’d she’d just followed. “You are not a member of the Fuuma Clan after all. Assassin has made a critical error. Excuse me – I have troubled you for no reason.” Danzou frowns a little – an expression she wasn’t aware she was making, before looking around again.
She wasn’t used to emotions. So things such as hope and disappointment can be a little overwhelming for her. As she had never had a life before – she was unused to being left entirely to her own discretion. When she’d seen the strangers red-hair, it reminded her of the Clan Leaders from the group that had made her. And yet, it appeared, she’d made an error once again. “… if I have inconvenienced you at all, please inform me. An attempt to compensate for your lost time will be made.”
Luckily, the small device within Felicia’s hands hadn’t broken, despite it falling from her clumsy hands several times now. Perhaps it had been created specifically to withstand such trauma from people like herself who were unfamiliar with such a thing in their own world. Sitting on a bench outside of a small bistro, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the screen as she navigated through various screens. It was no use: she decided to ask the nearest stranger who looked like they might know about it for help.
“Ah, e-excuse me, I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but could I ask how much you know of these devices?” She held up the phone, offering an apologetic smile in case she was wasting the person’s valuable time. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to send a letter to someone, but it’s not going so well...”
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Banora had no such celebrations. it was a quiet village, with not that much to its name but its own apples. But this, is is something he expect from Wutai. , never in a city as big as Midgar. Never in a island as big as this either. The bon fires were raging and people, they were mingling. And Angeal, social butterfly as he is without the pressures of being soldier class. Was he having a good time? Half the time maybe.
One hand hesitantly touches the shoulder of the much shorter male. He spotted him from the distance and finally saw the need to say hello. It would be rude not to.
On his belt, laid a deck of cards in their own deck casing. But thats another story. One with the word Zoa in it.
“I see you were lured in by the festivities as well.”
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"So .. have you ever tried taking the long way down?” The long way being the barely discernible ledge encircling the inner walls of the canyon containing portions of the Fibonacci Ward, scarcely wide enough to qualify as any sort of footing but an option all the same. “I figured someone’s had to by now. Curiosity and all that. You get an idea in your head and then you can’t help yourself. You just gotta know, y’know? But you won’t catch me doing something that like. Nah, this is an ask instead of do kind of thing.”
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To say that she was inexperienced with people would be to say too little about his situation – as someone who had only been granted life as a SERVANT, her experience with living was still an odd construct. She had none of the same experiences the others had had in their lifetime. And the observations she made as a tool were mixed and confused.
Nowadays, simple things like this… she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to ask.
As a SERVANT, she knew her job was essentially the same as it had always been. She was a TOOL to be used by a Master as a weapon of war. Being granted life didn’t change her purpose, and yet? Being here on the Island for a period of time had allowed her a certain amount of freedoms. She was allowed to act on her own, explore on her own, and? Through her own mishaps, she’d made a companion… Enishi was someone she was becoming more and more comfortable around, despite herself. And though she wasn’t good at showing it, after a few difficult days on the island – filled with mixed hopes and disappoints – she’d hunted him down with this simple request.
She didn’t know what it was to be comforted. She didn’t understand it. Yet, she’d sought him out all the same.
When Enishi gestured for her to come over, the karakuri-puppet allows herself a very slight smile. It was a soft expression, exhausted and somewhat sad… but, earnest. And relieved. Without a word, she would make her way next to her companion. Settling in next to him, and closing her eyes, before leaning on him ever-so-slightly.
“… Danzou is sorry to be a pest. Thank you for allowing her to be here.”
Those were the only words she would speak for now. This ISLAND had been a curious adventure for her – especially with her own emotions in tow nowadays. She barely knew how to handle them, let alone anything else that was going on. So? It was… pleasant to have someone she could actually go to like this. And, in many ways, it was a relief that he was neither a (MASTER) nor a (SERVANT). So that she could figure out more about herself – without the constraints she knew she had in her own world.
Such as the fact that, generally speaking, ASSASSIN didn’t use her actual name. However, having grown used to the others company, this time the careful Servant had used her true name.
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How much time had passed since they’d arrived there? Truthfully, the young-appearing KNIGHT hadn’t the slightest idea. He had the same tendency that came with his age – the ability to just talk others ears off. (Or so he’d fully intended to joke about…) Especially those younger then himself.
At least, it’d been his intention to joke about it. It’d been his intention to try to keep the mood a little bit lighter now that they’d been chatting for a little bit longer.
HOWEVER – it appears their chat would have to be put aside for now. Something was filling his chest with UNEASE. Something… something was about to happen. “Enishi, come here.” As a knight, his instincts were pretty on point. The moment it began he could tell something was about to go much… much worse. With that, he offers out his false arm to his companion. A hollow replication for the unusual SABER-CLASS servant, yet? It was HOLY in origin still. And it was beginning to glow – responding to something unholy. Even if he couldn’t use it as a weapon at this time, it’s origin remained in tact… “We need to get out of here. Now.” Normally he would be much more tactful in his approach, however? He could feel something like dread boiling in his chest. “I don’t… have time to explain. I wouldn’t know how to if I tried. I simply know… that we need to move.”
