Standing out upon her bedroom’s attached balcony, Medb peered down upon the shimmering landscape that the Mistwood was becoming. Diamonds, as she had been informed, where what hid under the guide of snowfall. How interesting, she thought. Where most saw a menace at worst and an annoyance at best, the Servant instead saw an opportunity.
Sometimes even she was amazed by her own genius. It was a shame that her perfect wasn’t always obvious to other people.
The plan she came up with did not take too long to put together, she already had all the necessary equipment, after all. The right outfit(s), photography equipment, and the perfect setting. It was all right there, in and near her dear castle. The whole set up took less than an hour. (It was almost as if she had been waiting for an opportunity like this.) In fact, it wasn’t long before Medb was settled in quite nicely within another part of the Mistwood and taking pictures of herself in an array of outfits. The shine and glimmer that the diamonds around her gave off the perfect lighting for a photoshoot.
Medb had been enjoying herself (and taking plenty of selfies) undisturbed for a while, and hadn’t a care in the world. Who would be so brazen as to crash her fabulous photoshoot?
… Well, a monster made out of the same material she was taking advantage of, actually.
She jumped back with a start, avoiding the beast’s initial assault. Her camera and its related equipment, however, were not so lucky. The pleasant mood the Rider just had did a complete one-eighty.
“Hey! You big louse! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“How dare you trample all over my things?!”
Unfortunately, it did not seem that this glittering monster had any sense of private property. It simply wanted to destroy and rampage– Medb simply happened to be in the way, even if she considered the situation to be the complete opposite. So, the two were at an impasse, one that would only result in more violence. Medb would not rest until her camera was avenged.
this was.....quite the predicament.
magical snowfall was one thing-- snow in of itself was often considered to be magical -- but this is taking that and cranking it up as high as one possibly could. after all, magical snowfall did not encase almost all it touched in something hard and shiny. magical snowfall did not aid in boosting some of the many dangerous creatures that roamed outside the city. magical snowfall was not actually diamonds that were, at the same time, nor ordinary diamonds. now all of this was par for the course for Spirale, the Caster realized this many months ago and so there’s little shock at the situation. it certainly was a good business opportunity-- diamonds as far as the eye can see! she has no doubt many have collected chunks of the precious gemstone, and while she herself has considered doing the same, there are more pressing matters at hand.
like, say, the diamond encased behemoth that currently made a mess of what Sheba can only assume to be the Rider’s attempts at a self-sustained photoshoot.
her reasonings for wandering in Mistwood during this current crisis is not important at the moment, something that can be explained later. but the noise of equipment shattering at the other Servant shouting angrily is what had drew her in closer, form peering from behind a rock hard tree.
oridnarily, the monsters that lurked Mistwood were dangerous on their own to most of the citizens, posing some troubles for the Servants that were weakened. but they were not incapable of putting them down. she can only imagine how much more troublesome they would be now, what with being covered head to toe in diamonds. she’s not the type to dip when another is in trouble and while confident the Rider can handle herself, a little help never hurts.
so while it is distracted, focusing in on its prey before them, she decides to take a chance. her trusty lamp, while no longer able to help her like before, was not entirely useless. a moment of forgetfulness led to it being covered in the same glittering gemstone as the creature. which meant it should pack a punch. so naturally, she uses that to her advantage. fingers hooked around the chains, she uses them to give it momentum, twirling it faster and faster until it is nothing but a blur that whistles through the air. and once that top speed is reached, she strikes, jumping up to swing it hard down against the side of the behemoth’s head.
the crack that echoes around them on contact is too satisfying as she leaps back, feet sliding back a fraction on the ground. “ Forgive me for interrupting your shoot, Rider! But it seems like I’m not the first to be drawn to the glitz and glam.”