#casterextra

     With the initial shock of his arrival worn off and a fair amount of monsters eliminated, Adam was taking a much-needed rest at the first shelter he could find. An abandoned building stocked with winter gear... perfect. While his normal attire was doing a fairly decent job of ending off the cold, an extra jacket would certainly held. With the swordsman now taking a seat in the corner of the main room, he remained silent while trying to clear his mind. This has been the most troubled he’s been since first arriving on the island... but with the knowledge he’s been picking up on from interacting with others, Adam can safely assume that nothing that he’s seeing is truly real. None of the others he’s met even acknowledge the cold... So that gives him hope that things will eventually go back to normal.

     His solitude is short lived though, the front door sudden opening and slamming shut with the arrival of a new wanderer. The masked warrior looked up from his place in the corner, a disgruntled scoff following.

She's surrounded by a few foxes, so he figures she must know her pretty well. "Do you live here now or something? I knew you were a fox but..."

Alone, tucked away in private quarters, the Queen sat at her vanity, delighted with the contrasting appearance of herself in the mirror. The fresh scar did not diminish her smile or hums of laughter. For the dream’s time, she could relive this silly moment that meant so much. The pirate hat went perfectly with the over the top embroidered and puffy dress she was wearing!

      TCH. WHAT AWFUL LUCK. When she hoped for a strong ally, she wasn’t thinking about this one. The woman was a renowned myth and provided stellar support according to Gudao, but every time she looked at those ears... she wanted to pull them. Both because they twitched too much, and because the fox-woman was annoying. All those cries of ‘mikooon~ ♡ ’ and ‘masutah!~ ♡ ’ still haunt her to this day. 

      So much that Alter’s initial reaction was to turn tail and act as if she’d never seen her. Tamamo-no-Mae needed help from no one. She was capable of sustaining on her own in this mayhem, with her cunning wits and fox-like reflexes. However, she was still a Caster in the process of being flanked. Some of those monsters looked less like balloons, and more like human paupers. Miserable fools-turned-ghouls, they were. They likely sought vengeance due to having no savior.

      Nero once said that she was doing her best to ‘behave’. Whatever it meant, she didn’t know. What she did know, was that if this woman didn’t want to fall into depravity, then she would do it for her. 

Mikon! Dropped!

          why she had felt the urge to go out, especially during such a sickening celebration, is beyond her, let alone with tamamo in tow. well, it wasn’t as if she could get out of it easily now, giving slight glowers towards any passing eyes that lingered far too long.

          ❝ J-Just keep following me, alright?! And don’t. Say. Anything. About. This! ❞ not like she would be able to help herself, the avenger presumes, but at least she gave a general warning amidst all her flusters. regardless, she keeps going despite everything, contrasting far beyond her attitude. ❝ Oi! Got it? ❞