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Paralogue 24 DeathScyth ||  Plotted starter || @nobletod

Rain has finally left up making it easier to traverse again. On their path, the shepherds saw a couple..no, four, five men running like maniacs as if a WILD BEAST  is chasing after them. Once they managed to catch one of them, he was mumbling incoherent sentences. Frederick managed to get out of him that there is a dangerous person up ahead, harming people.     

“What!?” Chrom says as he looks up ahead. “Shepherds! We move on! ....That’s unacceptable!” Who dares to run amok on his land and harm his people? They’ll face his WRATH. 

Once they traveled to where the man had pointed, the first thing that welcomed them was a number of dead bodies on the ground. “The monster!!!” he growls before dashing on ahead to see three men surrounding one person-- a woman!? Wait, didn’t the man say the ‘beast’ uses some kind dark magic and that woman over there looks like a dark mage from her clothes. 

Before they could get closer, the woman sent the three men flying with a flick of her wrist. That’s it! “HEY!” draws his sword and dashes at her. The first swing misses as she steps to the back quickly.

“That’s the END of your psychopathic killing spree!” All ready for round two.

[thelambsofiscariot]

@nobletod​ here I come shoving a plotted starter with my angry boy at you;;

『 HE HAD NOT EXPECTED 』a run in with the family leader of the Loyard clan... or, what was left of the clan... so soon in his stay here. Call Urokai Agvain a coward — in fact, that much he would readily admit. Little enough of a coward to turn himself in, and to even agree to house arrest under that human’s authority until he would be dealt with by trial himself.

However, not little enough of one to beg for the forgiveness of the young girl whose parents that Zarga Siriana had slain. After the recent battle was the first that Urokai had heard of this. And from someone other than Zarga in fact; it was Frankenstein of all people who had informed him of this. He hadn’t wanted to even listen to the human’s words, but... 

Zarga... orphaning a young girl like that? Urokai could hardly believe it himself. Though he must have been some special kind of idiot to not have known Zarga to be capable of something like that when Urokai had followed him to the meetings with Lagus, and heard them all plot. But still... to think that Zarga could have murdered the Loyard family leader in cold blood, knowing that the leader had had a daughter who had not even come of age. Hadn’t Zarga understood the consequences of that choice? It was cruel to think it when he stood here in front of the girl herself, but death might have been a better fate.

Urokai wanted to run upon sight of Seira J. Loyard. He might have been able to flee from the rest of his shame, and from the fear of eternal sleep when the results of the choices he had made were so far off — when he hardly ever thought of Lukedonia once he left it. But the proof of his and the others’ desertion... 

She was right here in front of his eyes. And the moment he stepped into her line of sight, he knew he couldn’t run from any of it any longer.

❝ Seira J. Loyard. I... wish to... ❞ And for some imbecilic reason, the word ❛apologise❜  would not come out of that mouth of his. ❝ Your... your father... ❞

That was all he managed in the end. Stupid mouth — he could run it off anytime other, but why not now, when he truly needed the words?

[rcgnata]

@nobletod

❝ .... It is moving. ❞ Foods were unnecessary for nobles, but it was still a luxury that they liked to indulge in, especially since humans always created things that were pleasing to the taste buds. Korea is no exception to this, but she had been far more exposed to Western culture food that ramyeon itself was a phenomenon.

And now... this. It was called ‘sannakji’. And it... was moving. The Lord was learning about many things, and humans were intriguing enough as it is... but why do humans eat something that is alive? ❝ Seira J. Loyard, is this... normal? ❞

[soulreapt]

*kicks down door with soft / angsty seira & somnus stuff.* Deal with it.

@nobletod

‘ Deal with it ‘, was it? Somnus was much too accustomed to the silent anger of their leader, and of course, passive-aggressiveness suited one of Seira’s temperament ( or lack thereof ). He could not fathom, however, anything he had done recently to irritate her, so only dumbfoundedness would be the response to the white-haired noble’s… pouting? Could it even be called that? He could tell she was not livid; though lack of facial expression never betrayed her, the bond that all soul weapons shared with their wielder was not one so easily shattered.

Pouting. Well, should he dig himself a deeper hole or attempt to make amends? 

❝ Don’t be like that, Leader. You know broth— we mean, we—are very sensitive and fragile. ❞ Though he supposed this was a good thing? Previous wielders would never dare to show such sentiments to the Death Scythe, and in turn, over the generations they had not learned to comfort well. ❝ Or… would you like us to deal with it, as in, bothering you further and call you by you-know-what—❞

[goldenhaircd-moved]

nobletod hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “also sorry for all the nsfw lately I wish I knew what was going on...”

Ignes has rubbed on her, I guess.

-lana del rey voice -   I heard that you like the bad girls, mun, is that true?

[techtao-blog]

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“ Ah, Seira, could you hold this for a second? ” Tao bowed a little politely at the noble, an action he had found himself doing unconsciously lately. Though it might have been because of the improvement of his people and communication skills that were useful in dealing with those outside of the household, but somehow he had adopted into his everyday life.

Back to the matter at hand... “ Now if you would, please, throw it as hard as you can on the wall right there. ”

[mosaiical-blog]

@nobletod

  “You’re not passing out on me just yet, are you?“  The key to keeping a noble controllable was not letting them recover from their wounds too much - that was easy. The trickier part was keeping them conscious, if ever for some reason you needed more than just the data obtained from their body. Sometimes, she was like a cat, she wanted to play with her mice first. What a fitting allegory... cats and mice, lab rats... One slender hand rose to pat the clan leader’s cheek. Even such a young little thing like Seira was a clan leader. It was an outrage.

            “We are not done here yet.” 

[eaonian-blog]

@nobletod

he   would   spit   out   salty   water   from   his   mouth   ,   not   even   bothering   with   appearing   as   some   dark   and   brooding   god   .   he   embarrassed   himself   enough   with   his   looks   and   arguing   with   susanoo   over   something   ,   and   pride   isn't   something   he   holds   close   to   his   heart   .   '   ma'am   ,   could   you   tell   me   where   i   am   ?   '