#assassinzagi

All of the rumors about the Lord of Calamity (that only became more ridiculous the more the word spread) and yet nobody could place that it was her specifically. Velvet had walked past humans so many times just talking about her by title alone and yet they had no idea-- she had even exchanged words with those kinds of people. But nobody knew the truth about her, or the Shepherd they had branded as savior or what he was trying to do.

What they thought of her? It didn’t matter, but she saw no need to make it obvious that she was the Calamity everyone was talking about. You’d think the exorcists would clamp down better, but she always managed to slip through with her friends under the guise of a group of performers. Humans truly were a bunch of idiots, or at least the current ones trying to be the light in the world.

            “ for your information, this is asgard, which was home to the ancient balacruf civilization. ”

despite the person she was lecturing being a complete stranger to her, she took up a tone that was not unlike the one she would use for her own students. after all, if they were here in asgard, there was no way she was letting them go around acting as if they didn’t know anything about sylvaranti ruins. it was what the city was known for! 

Don’t talk to strangers when walking alone. The warning has been repeated over and over, but it slips right out of his mind as he spots the outlandish hairstyle the older man is wearing. He’s seen all those colors in hair before of course, but never all on one person.

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Mayonnaise is not lube

“It’s not? Oh.”

There was a long moment of silence as Zelos stared at the assassin, trying to decide if he was kidding.

Being of the royal blood-line was stupid. Politics were stupid. Arranged marriage was also stupid. Especially when he was a prince that had absolutely zero desire to form a relationship or marry anyone. Due to this, he drove the royal council, and even his caretakers up the wall with his antics. His lack of courtesy, his constant attempts of trying to get outside the castle walls, as well as his general behavior.

It was maddening.

When it came down to it, he wasn’t very prince-like at all, but he had to act like it at times. No matter how much he hated it. Being the prince was an important role, and he had an important role to play, but Yuri didn’t want that responsibility. No matter how much he fought against it, he always got dragged back into it.

Apparently the royal council has become desperate. So they had arranged for him to be married in about a week, and today he was supposed to meet the one he would be wed with. There had been some concerns about it, however. Yuri had heard them whispering some things. Such as wondering if this was really the right thing to do, or if it would be ‘approved’ by the public. Stuff he really didn’t care about.

Yuri arrived at Nordopolica by boat. One of low profile so they wouldn’t attract too much attention to the public when walking through the public crowd. The royal council that tagged along with him seemed really on edge, as if worried that he’d do anything troublesome at any moment and were ready to pull him back before he even did anything. It was a real pain.

They arrived at rendezvous point without much trouble, leaving Zaphias’ prince to talk with Nordopolica’s ‘champion prince,’ while they discussed with the higher ups. Though Yuri wasn’t looking forward to meeting the one he was supposed to marry, but here he was, right before his groom to be.