#cavernking

A cool animosity sparked and crackled in this man’s eyes. He did not have the eyes of a hero, for certain. ... Was he an Assassin as well? The Hassan pondered such a thing, unable to ascertain what manner of Servant this person was. How troubling, indeed.

Hassan couldn’t help but grow mildly wary.

“... If you have an interest in me, speak it.”

“You don’t seem like a hero, and yet you approach me deliberately after witnessing me pickpocket from that man. So what do you want with me?”

     He carried an unfriendly, but patient tone.

He knew very well that a bunch of Servants were around, while he actually couldn’t care about them he was actually curious about two certain ones, they were on the same class as him which could be considered  impossible, after all the Avenger class was created only for him, until now of course.

He had met with the two of them, one was a darkened version of a saint and the other one was a man from a certain tale of vengeance.

He was interested, both as a senior and as the one who carried All the Evils of the World.

Oh, a lucky shot. Just as he was thinking of them one appeared in front of him. What was his name again? King of the Cavern? Yeah, let’s go with that.

“Yo, fancy meeting ya again. How has the vengeance thing been going?”

An interesting fellow. Not only had this man just chatted with the onis Kurogiri was running from, but they seemed to be acquainted with him in some aspect. Strange, given that he did not strike Kurogiri as a figure for Japanese folk lore. Then again, he hadn’t believed that Shuten was an oni to begin with. Given that this was the time of ghosts and spirits, trusting appearances alone was not always enough.

「🐁」Nezumi walked the streets of Sector 1 with a certain hop in his step. There was no denying that he was in a rather good mood, to say the least.

It was raining. There were few things that made him happier than a good, heavy storm. It brought back memories of a time when he saw the first hope in the world he had seen in a long time. Even as the air was hot and humid, he still enjoyed it. He stood as a stark contrast to the countless others that chose to walk with umbrellas, choosing to take his stroll with little more than his t-shirt and scarf.

When he arrived at his destination, he was only vaguely aware of how much he was dripping onto the floor around him. It was a cozy place, which brought on another kind of comfort that Nezumi enjoyed: warmth. He didn’t even care what he looked like to other people, though he knew it must have been strange. A boy, dripping wet, standing next to a fireplace?