#blesedinflame

“Aaah, why’d they make district beta so hard to find!? Mou, it would be at least recomforting to know it’s a warm place.”

APACHE TEARS: a sadness headcanon

A bustling crowd, albeit quaint its own sense. Couples begin to pair off without a trace of hesitation, while others stand to the side and spectate. He finds that the air that surrounds this woman is frigid, unwavering--regardless, he would motion a glass of punch in her direction, bowing his head.

“How do you fare this evening? Would you like a drink?”

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Having recovered from his...tumultuous visit to the beach, Lelouch had once again been dragged into the everyday workings of the Black Knights. Even more interestingly, he’d been convinced by the base staff to help with an inventory and cleanup of the Knightmare hanger, the very cleanup order that he had authorized himself just earlier in the day. With a lack of high ranking staff on duty, the job of overseeing the effort had been handed down to his Knight of Honor, Selvaria.

In a strange reversal, the man who masqueraded as Lelouch found himself working under the direct supervision of his own subordinate. It was a strange situation, to say the least. Before the effort had begun, he had taken Selvaria aside to remind her that, as Lelouch, he was to be given the same treatment as any other member of the Black Knights. In public, without the mask, he was simply another member of the staff, and by that logic he had to be treated as her subordinate.

Of course...

“Commander Bles, we’re making good progress. If we keep going at this rate, we’ll be finished an hour ahead of schedule.”

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Possessing less fortune than the average person made life harder. More so when you put yourself in the position to support others. While no bigger events had occurred to the knight. He was still in position of his cat and he needed to take care of it. The harsh climate of District Beta was not one fit for the cat he currently held in his arms. 

Right now, he wished to look up a vet or pet shop for further advice of how to take care of the white furred friend and its three legs and only one eye. Siegfried had found the cat in a sorry state and put it under his wings until he could find it a better place.

When suddenly, the cat perked its ears and jumped out of Siegfried’s hold.

“ Not again... “ He lamented, giving a weary sight of this deja vu.

As the cat dashed away, Siegfried could only run after it the best he could. His armored platings rattling with his quick movement, the cat ran around a corner, between a fence and took a turn around another corner leading to a marketplace plaza. 

Having his eyes on the cat as much as possible to not lose the track of it from a sudden manuever, by the time Siegfried gets around the corner he sees the cat had finally stopped further in the place.  It was stroking itself against a black, high heeled boot. 

Gasping for air, the glowing mark on him pulsing brighter as his body got worked up. His hair covered his face as he had bent forward, resting his hands on his bent knees before regaining his posture. 

Swiping his hair back he prepared to apologize for the person the cat found a liking to as it purred.

“ Pardon me, the cat seems to sometimes run up to people, I hope he has not managed to - “

Looking up, he noticed the person was a familiar face, a rare thing for Siegfried in this world.

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Even though Shalem didn’t enjoy taking too much time in wasting bullets, being able to take some time to fire a few rounds off to keep his skills in check did make him feel more comfortable. An assassin was only as good as his aim, and he knew that making sure he could aim straight would only benefit him further. But of course, a shooting range wasn’t too difficult to find in a city like this.

It must have been something of an intriguing coincidence to run into a familiar face while out, however. Sure, the city wasn’t someplace you could leave easily, but it was still huge. Running into someone randomly just wasn’t exactly easy. But here Shalem was, seeing someone he knew.

Currently, that physical pain was centered in her stomach.

Just like humans, Ramlethal needed the correct nutrients to continue to function. The time spent since her arrival and now were spent fighting and exploring the city. There had been no time for food, and her body was currently fighting back.

However, the food stalls around her were filled with items she’d never seen before. Along with that came the knowledge that she had no money. While she could threaten the wares off a vendor, that would cause unnecessary problems for food that might not even fulfill her needs.

And so, Ramlethal could only glance at all the restaurants and stalls as she wondered what to do, her stomach growling loudly.

        The cat themed troll wasn't sure what to think of this human. She thought she was really pretty as far as humans went if not a little intimidating. But for troll standards intimidating was generally the way most were. That and violent. But the sword and what the girl thought of as a costume that she wore reminded her of a certain type of dangerous roleplaying.