Just – Hand of the Saint“Cold...” said a monotone voice in snow. “Cold, cold, cold.” He repeated. “What I would give to be at the Beaches of the Farland right now… would do my old bones some good.”
It was an old man, but his voice would not show it. It was stern and even, no sign of exhaustion. To add to this he wore great armor. Pure white metal with gold designs; a cloak acting as a cape that rested on his shoulders. He had a great shield which was strapped to his arm, said arm also holding his helmet as he looked around. In his other hand he held a spear, which rested on his shoulder, and on his belt there were numerous pouches and a beautiful sword, in a simple sheath, rested.
And despite his eye patch he seemed incredibly aware of his surroundings, a testament to his experience.
Overall, he seemed really, really, out of place. But yet he kept walking through the darkness, looking for something. That is until he saw something from down the street in front of him.
“What the…” He then looked down the street, the direction the thing came from. He saw a few figures, but could not make out anything about them. He smiled and slowly began to walk in their direction; hopefully they have seen his lord, Creation willing.
Rebeca Rebeca felt kind of embaressed, she lead them this whole way without even thinking it might be closed. All this walking and they had nothing to show for it. It was also late. She knew she could get to safety, nothing could sneak up on her after all, but she had her doubts with these two.
So she blushed slightly and looked away from them before speaking, “Well… I don’t live to far from here. You could stay over… if you like.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “Like, It would be a tight fit but I can get us there without any trouble really.” She finished.
Mia“Hmm, is that so…” She hummed in reply to Rin, obvious doubt on her face. It sounded like she was saying it was good to lie. But it was not something really felt like focusing on right now.
She did say, "Officer Riggs made an uncouth comment about Forest's lack of attire, which she presumably lost when she fought you, Shirou. Not to mention she lacks body heat and it is a very frigid night. Also, any establishment that we would have taken her to in that state would have turned us away. Knowing her, she left for our benefit and to hunt the monster who slaughtered that family."
Mia looked up at Saber in shock before looking to Shirou. Forest and Shirou fought? They were not being nice to each other? Slowly but surly a dissonance formed between her original perception of Forest and the one currently forming, something that only Forest could change though her actions.
But she looked back at Saber, before nodding, still trying to process the new information in her head.
CrestCrest made his way over to Caedia, who was sitting next to a warm fire. He had to admit, without the armor she looked much less intimidating, why, he might even say he was a bit charmed. With a slight smile he began to remove his own equipment, first his weapons and grappling hook, then his small bag, quacking rummaging though it for some jerky to share.
He then sat down next to her, taking some of her offered food out of her pouch as he passed on some jerky and poured some water into the cap of his canteen for her. He took a quick look at the food he gave her, meet and seeds mixed in green oily leaves. She would not be that much of a jackass… would she?
He gave her a skeptical gaze before putting a small amount into her mouth. Immediately the bitterness hit him, he slowly chewed it and sent it down the good old food hole. He then gave her a slight glare, but it was not mean spirited, made more in friendly annoyance. He then broke into a slight grin.
“Man, I really just can’t take bitter things huh?” He finished, adding a slight chuckle to the end as he took a bit of a piece of his jerky.
HamaraHe looked into the darkness for a moment after his attacks, waiting a moment before he was sure that the beasts were gone before he turned back to the girl he was defending.
“Um… thank you, mister,” spoke the girl.
He smiled gently at her. It was… not like the smile he gave when he arrived. It would be like comparing a simple rock to the greatest gemstone. It could not be described truly why it was different. Perhaps it was the difference in the emotions behind it, or who he was speaking to.
He then spoke, “There is no need to thank me. Rather, please accept my greatest apologies for not arriving sooner, for not stopping the beasts before they could torment you.” It was soft, but the honesty and sincerity his words carried could not be denied. He was not even thinking of himself, this girl was his only concern.