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Daiki:
Enkidu sealed Gilgamesh's hand with his own, his expression solemn.
"My answer has not changed. Though the era and the circumstances change, my loyalty remains intact. Old friend, I longed for the moment we would become battle brothers again. Chaos can not be tolerated. In answer to your request, I will slain anybody and anything violating your kingdom. Let us build a place where humanity can prosper like in the past."
His face softened.
"We can skip festivities for the moment. However, I will gladly follow you to this palace. But before we go, I have one request, my King. Would you know of a device allowing me to communicate with people of this era?"
Enkidu smiled shamelessly, his eyes wandering towards the dragon.
"I wish to understand those who do not use the Unified Language."
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In the end, the wounded lad had been taken by Vlad. It was a logical decision if they wanted to avoid unnecessary conflict with the man. Usually, Kyle would have emitted a complaint about selling out a guest but the guy seemed immortal and resourceful enough to escape his jailers once. Probably would be fine.
That's at least what he told himself as he entered the kitchen. The werewolf harvested the room in search of a large glass, fresh lemonade and fruits. With what he needed on a tray, he headed back to the infirmary. There, he found without surprise Elizabeth and Togg obviously keeping watch on their unconscious comrade.
"I'll take it from there. You guys can take a break. I reckon you didn't have food in you for a while, the kitchen's free right now. There are also showers and free beds on the third floor if you want to take a nap. I'll let you know when she wakes up."
With that said, he set down the tray near Samantha's bed and sit by her side. Then, he opened the novel he had picked up in the library and started reading.
Dallas:
--- Quote from: Kaze on August 17, 2014, 05:54:02 AM ---LANCELOT
Lancelot’s head came up to peer at Arturia, his wide eyes hidden inside the dark helm. “Wha…” The normally eloquent knight was at a complete loss for words. No longer king? She considered him a friend? So much for the answers he had hoped for.
The young woman held his armored hands in her own, urging him to stand, but Lancelot still felt unworthy. Hesitantly rising to his full height, towering over the former king, he had to wonder if there was a discrepancy between his memories and Arturia’s. He wanted to understand her side of the story, but was at a loss for how to ask.
The situation was then taken out of his hands by the small crowd of people that had gathered nearby. A few scattered bright flashes of light went off, and several pushy commoners shoved strange looking black sticks at both of the former Servants. A sea of questions and loud voices rolled over Lancelot’s ears, but it barely even registered to him. The world tinged red, and he ground his teeth together trying to maintain his composure.
Atone atone atone atone every violence every crime every victim atone for everything die die die diediediedieDieDieDieDieDie Know the conscience to reform crimes.
The dark knight could feel a growl rumbling in his throat. Mastering himself, he closed his eyes and stood up completely straight, taking a deep breath to clear his head.
--- End quote ---
Rock trudged slowly through the hustle and bustle of the city street. Revy had gone to get some jeans, not that he could exactly blame her in this weather. "Haah... Dutch is probably going to kill us..." Although the disappearance of the Black Lagoon may appear initially as if it had been sunk, when no wreckage is found off the coast of Cuba the net likely conclusion Dutch will come to is that Revy and himself ran off with it.
His attention was brought back to reality when he turned his head to a commotion next to him. "A... press conference?" It seems the police were giving a public announcement, manned strangely enough by a teenaged girl. He stopped walking to try and listen to what they were saying. After all, he knew nothing about his current location, and this was a great opportunity. "We merely wish to warn the magic wielders of this city of this potential danger. That is all. We will release more information once we have it."
"Magic users?" He mumbled to himself, trying to put together what exactly she meant. Before he could, however, his attention was once again averted, this time by a loud impact. A semi driving along the road hit a rather unusual looking pedestrian at full speed, sending him flying about a meter and a half from Rock's feet. "W-What the--!?" He was taken aback by the spectacle. The man who rolled near him was clad in armor. Cosplay perhaps? The fact that it withstood an impact from a truck going that speed seemed to suggest otherwise. It truly was real armor, but why was someone wearing that in a place like this? "Are you alr--"
'Alright' is what he tried to say, but his words were cut off when the man stood to his feet. "No, let me through," the blond woman whom held the center of attention moments before yelled as she ran towards the man. When she approached, the man fell again. No, not fell, rather, he was... kneeling? "King Arthur."
King Arthur? King Arthur!? What was this man talking about? Was he insane? Clearly he was not in a proper state of mind if he thought that--
"Rise, my friend. I am no longer king. We are equal and it pleases me to see you."
At that, the crowd soon surrounded near, pushing him out of the way yet closer to the two as they shoved microphones in the girls face. At this point, Rock came to his senses. "Enough, all of you!" He faced the girl whom seemed to be receiving much attention. "This man is clearly suffering from some form of head trauma following that impact if he thinks you are King Arthur of all people. You really think joking around with someone in his state is a good idea!? He needs medical attention!"
He placed a hand on the armored shoulder of the man. "Sir, are you alright to walk?! Do you need an ambulance? You were just hit by a Semi!"
Dallas:
--- Quote from: Christemo on August 17, 2014, 12:53:23 AM ---"I mean, I'd be happy with the help, but I don't have much to go by, my phone barely works, the police have been absolutely useless and we're on a wild goose chase. If you wanna give me a hand I'd be, uh, really happy."
--- End quote ---
"Well lets take a look at things from a different angle. How long you two been wanderin round this city? You know if she had any friends livin' here? If so she might be stayin with them, giving you another face to inspect the location of to narrow a search. If she doesn't, she I doubt someone related to a person giving off such a fancy vibe like yourself would be willing to sleep on the street. You try hitting up any hotels yet to inquire about her? It may be a big city but that's a sure fire method right there. "
Kat:
Rodriguez observed the commotion caused by the black knight. He did too sense that the armored man was practically dwarfing his own reserves of magical energy, though it smaller than the girl's. Shit, whole Council of the Nine would get a freakout if they were here. What is this, the Mythic Age? He overheard the mention of King Arthur "You are kidding me, King Arthur a woman? I really should quit" he retorted, dropping the joint and squashing it under his heel.
YOLF:
Fate
--- Quote from: Umbra of Chaos on August 14, 2014, 05:24:55 AM ---Asileron
"I never grow tired and can recreate my body even if it is completely destroyed, I am physically stronger and more skilled then any ordinary human, I am a powerful pyromancer, and you are not mistaken. My people are called demons."
--- End quote ---
Fate's smile did not deepen so much as stretch, taking in the words of the demon. His mind recorded the information with infallible, inhuman precision, the mage's brow furrowing just the slightest with the remembrance of a close and troublesome concept. There could be no other way to describe that ability but as a high level form of immortality. Which meant he could not be satisfied with knowing of it only such a brief description.
"I see." he assented with a nod, "Those talents mark you as a desirable asset indeed. I would like to hear more of them in detail."
Fate leaned slightly over his desk, the calculating glint of his working mind hidden behind stony eyes when he next inquired Asileron: "Your ability to recreate yourself from scratch. How does it work? Is it an intrinsical part of your nature, or fueled by something else in some way? Does it have limitations?"
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