♛ ⊰ ❛❛ Jeanne d'Arc ; ( @leternelle )
fingers softly gripped the teacup in front of him, almost nodding towards the other to join him as well. a sip was taken before returning it to the coaster. ❛ you can join me if you’d like. i don’t BITE. ❜ ,
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♛ ⊰ ❛❛ Jeanne d'Arc ; ( @leternelle )
fingers softly gripped the teacup in front of him, almost nodding towards the other to join him as well. a sip was taken before returning it to the coaster. ❛ you can join me if you’d like. i don’t BITE. ❜ ,
@leternelle liked { x } for a starter!
✕ Brynhildr contemplated at the opposing warrior with a vaguely sad impression, though that was her usual impression and could hardly be counted upon to reveal her inner emotions. Romantia was held behind her, parallel to the ground in both armored hands, the unusually large spearpoint pointing directly northwards towards her home.
Although the valkyrie stood remarkably still and calm while examining the Ruler before her, she was absorbing the woman’s legend, her name, her titles, her very victories seeping into Brynhildr’s veins and causing... admiration...
Brynhildr suddenly closed her eyes and bowed deeply out of respect, her legs crossed one over the other politely and weapon still held safely behind her. “Jeanne D’Arc... Your time was far after mine, but I would have been honored to escort you to Valhalla... and today I am humbled to encounter your overwhelming presence. I am Lancer,” she greeted quietly, her soft and musical tones departing her pale lips while she remained bowed.
❝ Is it not enough to get your ass beaten once? Do you want some more? Ha, what a masochistic 'beast' you are. ❞ - Salty Alter Jeanne
“...”
Tiamat doesn’t respond. Rather, she’s too preoccupied sniffing at the air around Jeanne Alter. Suddenly, a dragonic tail bursts from her lower back, curling around the smaller woman and dragging her to Tiamat, who pulls her in without delay.
“(My child~.)”
❝ When you shoot your head... does it hurt? I could not fathom how it feels like.. forgive me for my inappropriate question, still. ❞
“Well, the first thing you have to understand is that this... isn’t really exactly a real gun.” To exemplify, he brings out the Evoker from its holster on his waist, and would point directly to where the ammunition cartridge would be located. Had it been a real gun, there would be an outline; there wasn’t in this one. “See? No ammo.”
As for pulling the trigger, it never occurred to him about the sensations felt. He could probably fault it for doing it so much for so long; the last time Minato had taken note of any feeling from a summoning, it was when he pulled the trigger for the very first time. That night still rings clear to his head, especially to how his body responded as its call was answered by the Master of Strings. “It’s like... The closest sensation I can relate it to would be to step under a cold waterfall on its base. That tingling feeling just sends shock waves throughout your body, all coming to where I pulled the trigger. The stress my brain had just cracks; and this sharp coolness just coats every last inch of me.”
{ hc + family.
send me ‘ hc ‘ + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.
Jeanne does not consider herself having any family. Her’s died long ago and it is not something she dwells on in the current days. Nothing nor anyone can replace those spaces.
But since I want to experience all sides of Jeanne she does see @leternelle and @hikikomorialter as ‘sister’ and ‘little sister/niece respectively :3c
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Berserker was a mess. “Yes... before..” His hair fell like wires, disorganized and veiling the lostness in his eyes. The searching. The hope under a frozen sea. Blood covered his clothes and clung to his mouth and hands-- one covered his fangs and rasped breath where the red colored shame of feasting escaped. Today’s battles had been extremely harsh. The number of times he had used his noble phantasm and Dracula’s terrible powers wore on his psyche. He had crawled to her in the dawn.
“Why... Why was I not saved from this fate? What transgressions have I committed when i lost myself that day... Why did they...” The prince.. no.. the vampire, was collapsed and knelt before her seated form, choked on his own human emotions. His voice was tired, hurt. Wrong to touch a saint, he knew.. Very wrong, but even he could not stop his other hand from reaching under hers. Clawed fingers wrapped around perfect skin as if he held lace. Gently, he squeezed.
@leternelle was called upon!
Saber scratched her head already the notion having escaped her Amber eyes regarding the other with a measure of confusion and distaste.
“I understand thee not Ruler...”
“My burgers were in the microwave first NOT thy chosen foodstuffs! Why must I wait?!”
...Truth be told...this argument had been going on at length for some time now. One removing the others food only to have the same done to them and vice versa - a cruel unending cycle. It was still a miracle the appliance was still socketed into the wall let alone intact.
❝ i am impressed . ❞
PRAISE ... it almost tasted bitter `pon muscle ; forced & unfamiliar — but nonetheless ; DESERVED . DESTRUCTION had her suspicions in regards to RULER’S following — after all ; such a HERO had no issues with carrying out JUSTICE & ALTERA was no stranger to prejudice . of course , no FEAR lingered for her safety , but compromising acts weren’t unusual & it would attract unwanted attention .
❝ i didn’t think someone as ESTEEMED as you would be willing to fight & conquer those with more ... equitable desires . ❞ leading triumph in the battle against SABER’S army had proved to be quite the ego booster — regardless , SERVANT’S guard never fell . though hand was placed `pon hip , ( almost a signature pose ) she appeared at the ready ... waiting , tense for the chance to defend herself — even within her own “ KINGDOM . ”
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