#fate|| unspecified course

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———————–//  X marks the smol

 —–     Heel tucked firmly in a divot in the rock, the lady in question affirmed a commanding stance  as she looked over the clearing. Arm rested on her knee and coattails moving in the gentle wind, the light rain had no affect on her presence.    That was until the tug.           The ghostly apparitions of her crew did not stop the boy’s approach. 

     She glanced behind her then promptly dropped a hand on top of the child’s head.  She turned it to shapes in the distance that may have not looked very comforting with the rain.                      ❝ So you do speak!   -- but aye, I do. Look there’s one. Pray tell, m’ boy, why are you so keen on going?  What is there?  Treasures? Gold?  Master?  It leaves more to be desired than escorting  a small servant back home without being given a name.❞      

                                        ———-// @draconiantepes

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----------//  @caliburnus​      @riastradd​  

 —– ❝   The biggest portion of this bounty goes to the first person to get me a tall pint and a massage, hahahah. It’s hard larbor that deserves a good reward!  Go go! What’ll it be, fellows! ❞  

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----------// x @seruking

     -----  The sneaky pirate made no effort to move from top the pile. Adding insult to injury, she even posed atop it. Laying on her side, one hand propped her head up and the other waved fingers at the man in sweet toodle-oos.      - ❝ I am Rider. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!  Now. who are you to amass gold in such quantities without my knowledge? ❞

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x —–// @venatrixarcum

         --- ❝  Looks and tail as cute as yours, my friend, no doubt their prides contented to see you run past. Aah, but men lust for processions they can’t have!  Did you win? Say... no suitors? Hehe, You would enjoy Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and likewise her to you from this story so far.❞       - Cheek in hand, the Rider’s free hand was down low playing with the tied ribbon at the end of the Archer’s tail.  She placed it  while they sat and chatted. She  knew Atlanta would remove it outside her presence. Worth it.

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Continued from - 💀 - @lancerofclay

         --- ❝ Ah! Pardon! A fantastical handsome dreamlike beast then! Splendid! ❞      -- Staring at what appeared to be a face that didn’t move was somewhat unsettling, but fascinating all the while.  She wastes no time  freeing herself from imaginary shackles. Those rocking heels  soon kick up grass as she rushes around to Enkidu’s side...       -- And climbs up. Drake settles on their shoulders, swinging her feet like an excited  child.  Typical of Riders, wasnt it. Was that a giggle?

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Continued from - 💀 - @draconiantepes​

          ---  A disgusting, unsavory  and unexpected kiss, yet if that was the game that the so called vampire wanted to play, then so be it. Drake could play along. Who doesn’t like a nice game of; let’s see how long it’ll be before she gets stabbed. 

❝ Hah. Never fret, my dear, I never take more than I can handle and I assure you, I can handle you both. Anytime! If you are truly bothered, I suppose I could stay within your company.  I can only imagine what you have planned--I’ll take it all. But, a shame, that you would go as far  as to also deny yourself of me. That kind of self-deprecation is cruel, even for you. don’t you think? ❞

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@engxlhaft

       -- The final moments of the day, just before dusk, were strangely quiet. Perhaps it was  moreakin to a ‘social quiet’. It was time to go home, time to make the final preperations for  the evening and course of tomorrow. The rush of people leaving their humdrum jobs was  long gone, and even people out walking thinned considerably.  It would be a couple hours  before the night beckoned them back.  Rider observed passerby over edges of crinkled newspaper. Unlike humans, a servant’s  work is never done. Absently, she turned the page and crossed her legs with a curious hum. There were many presences in the park today, but she was still here alone on the bench. How droll,she thought-- she looked great with her hat and jeans. Having a Master in fashion had its upsides There was a tap on her shoulder.         --- A presence. Rider lifted her chin, turning her whole body around and folding the paper up in one quick movement. Her mood lifted immediately at the sight of the young girl before her. Rider beamed.  Unable to help it, she reached to put her hand on Manaka’s head and gave her hair a ruffle.