Lady Servants ⚔ Grail Pawns

Nostalgia…

“There’s many words for it you know, even more explanations. Some people chalk it up to time travel, or parallel timelines.“ He explained to Ritsuka with a smile on his face. Standing across the hall was a meandering being that shook the chord of his soul with that feeling. The master with crimson seals gave a smile and motioned forward. The shielder giving him words, simply saying. 

“Well, go say hello then.“

That alone was the push to go and see her. Lips turning upwards on the half of his visible face he smirked as he pushed his glasses up to the top of his bridge and said aloud, 

“Ma’am? I am Abraham Van Helsing.” Giving a bow, a hand touching his chest and the other outstretched into a proper bow by his courts of his life. “My master said you were a fine Archer Class. I imagine we’ll be on the same team then. I was hoping to make the acquaintance.“ A silvery eye moved with his head up to face the gunslinger. Even with no knowledge of her name, she just… he knew he’d seen her before. That exotic attire, the hat just as silly as the one he would wear, and those eyes… “What might your name be?” 

@dominarum

 Lent up against the wall of the room the fellow Archer classed woman was idly spinning one of her revolvers. The wood engraved grip stopping with the barrel pointed up as she fully gave her attention. The strange feeling of nostalgic familiarity causing her to pause a moment before speaking, “Well fancy that then. I reckon that we’ll get along famously’ yer a Doc, right? Don’t seem like a normal white coat to me.”

 She gives a light-hearted chuckle before she lifts the brim of the black cowboy hat upon her head, blue steely eyes focused upon the face. She gave a soft tilt of acknowledgment with a half bow of her arm’s dance across her form. 

( This a bit tough but I like diving into the nostalgia of my pokemania days. I actually once made up teams for the ladies. Well most of them. Onto the types.)

Agnes, Steel, hands down her sheer tenacity and strength remind me of Aggron and Skarmory. Although that type can be a bit fragile depending on the type matchups they still are a great strength.

Bloody Mary, Ghost/Dark, I see the mysterious aura of pokemon like Mismagius or Absol resembling her. The misunderstood nature also screams an affinity much like her own. Even in the darkness can they have light.

Calamity, Fighting/Grass, as a force of nature in my eyes I like seeing her with a  pokemon typing with the qualities much like her. The resistant and stoic side like a Sceptile or even her determination like Lucario. 

Cleopatra, Poison/Water, her cunning and elegance give me a clear picture of Milotic/Seviper. She has hidden talents that give her an edge as she appears one way but can be something entirely different ever dangerous and changing. Adapting.

Duellona, Fire/Electric, her burning desire for fighting and proving strength but holding onto the focus to control her power Typhlosion comes to mind. It gives me a strong Manetric feel or something like Blaziken even a pokemon like Zapdos with her divinity also.

Izanami, Dark/Poison, the Goddess of Death hardly keeps the company but her solitary life reads like a dark pokemon I’m thinking Zoroark or perhaps Mightyena. The predatory beast that can so easily blend in as a normal person and have a deadly ichor within makes me think of Toxicroak.

Medb, Flying/Fairy, the thought of something that can hold such a beautiful edge in life and battle suits a queen that rose from the dirt to be above all else. She is able to capture your attention like a Staraptor or a Mawile.

A hearty laugh as he walked closer arms out stretched. 

“My dear! You are clearly in peak condition! A body like that and eyes of fire any mortal would be shaking! Not I! I recognize your divinity, come let us worship in each other! I desire you, come sate me and you shall be rewarded!“ It wasn’t a demand, nor a challenge. It was some bravado mixed cacophony of the two. What a strange man. Antaeus looked around for any sign of the doctor who might be controlling this room but couldn’t see him.

“There’s no reason to be so cold! Come I shall fetch us wine and we shall drink and be merry! Tire yourself against my body and sleep under the stars our fathers rest in!“

 Eyes narrowed further. Burning brighter like a flickering flame raging. “You think me some wench you can insult in this way? I am no mere woman, I am the Goddess of War given form. The answer is no.” A hand was fast as the Great Jupiter’s lightning and reared back.

Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.

 The time was a rare one. One that had Calamity out of her usual cloaked garb. Her poncho draped across her bed since she was bored and sleepless that night. Wandering around like a wolf in the night. She’d left her weapons and was dressed in simple garb that probably left little to a close and over observant eye. Turning the corner hands in her pockets the gunslinger felt something grab at her arm and shoulders. One second she could see the whole hallway then just a tall figure. 

 Shoulder blades brushed the wall as her fingers twitched at her sides. A reflex developed over the years. Blue eyes widened a moment deciding whether to fight or rest. A quick survey of the presence left her muscles to settle back down. Eyes glancing up to stare into the dark green hood. The shadowed figure’s face quite clear to her. Leaning back further to fully press into the wall she was allowed to better see him. Something inside her wondered what had made him act this way. 

“If there was something in life that I have learned, that is to never trust a snake not to bite, Morgause. You may use a sword as a cane, but it does not change its nature.” He would trouble himself and accompany her in Singularities as demanded of his duty, but nothing else aside that till she proves herself worthy of being dependable once again.

 “Oh, you jest now Arthur! You were often so serious. Far too serious for such things normally.” She adjusted her posture finger tapping her forearm. The thought of fighting together interested her and she wondered just how much they would learn now that they were forced to be in the same vicinity.

 “You must have a hidden fetish for making a young woman smile more than usual. To make me blush just gives you a sense of pride in many regards, doesn’t it?” The mirror witch asked as she tilted her head away tho in the mirror nearby her blushing face could be seen. The soft smile on her lips visible as well.