#colchiste

 the Age of Gods, if she were to be precise. a time where most magecraft was more akin to actual Magic . it is a time that no longer exists, but remnants do. in the form of Servants, of what they can do and the powers they possess. of course, in this strange city she once again finds herself in, they have been limited. it reminds her of the time her Divinity had been stripped by her Father. ( it reminds her of the time where, for all intents and purposes, she was human. )

 “ .....although, I do not know what advantages it would hold in improving these small drink ornaments. “ she is talking about the tiny pink umbrella sticking out of her glass. that had flamingos on it. she’d much rather have ones with penguins-- they were cuter.

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale~!

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You will retain everything you were given during your previous stay.

Enjoy~!

          “... Another witch?“ Ever since his time spent with Cinder Fall, Roman’s become somewhat... disillusioned with the idea of magic. Now the mere idea of a “powerful woman with magic” leaves a terrible taste in his mouth. So as grateful as he is to see the flying, hooded figure dishing out powerful beams of light to take care of the pesky Grimm ahead of him, Torchwick will have to show his gratitude with one foot backed away. The odd woman eventually touched down on the surface once again, and her hard work is rewarded with a few resounding claps from his hands.

  the taunt falls naturally from her lips, curved into a smirk as the witch effortlessly avoids another attack. she hasn’t even lifted her spear yet and here they were, NULL lackey’s doing everything they could to put an end to Nine’s interference. of course, that wasn’t going to happen but it’s been so long since she’s had a chance to let loose. there was a vibrancy in golden eyes, a spark of the fun she was having.  and if her chance to let off some steam came in the form of annoying invaders? well, then she was going to enjoy every last second of it. Nine always did enjoy a good fight -- four against one was perfect odds.

    one had already been dealt with before she even announced her presence. an unfortunate run in that involved a handy little blade and their neck. fingertips toy with the simple kitchen knife, twirling it back and forth as the remaining three circled her like sharks surrounding an injured fish. it was easy to see that she wasn’t taking this fight the least bit serious-- they were small fry. not even worth her time, really....but it was only right to help a fellow witch, now wasn’t it? 

           the knife suddenly stops, fingers grasping the hilt tightly as she swings to her right. her target is hit, the blade piercing flesh and muscle of one soldier’s neck, all the way to the hilt. Nine doesn’t even give them a moment to stagger as she sends them careening into a ruined store-front with a kick to the chest. two down. the witch ducks, fingers gripping the ankle of another to knock them on their back and her heel is brought down against their neck with just a tiny bit of pressure. she can see the fear in their eyes-- that knowing look of what comes next. but rather than put them out of their misery just yet, she reaches out to grip the handle of her spear, tugging it free with practiced ease. the last soldier is charging her from the back and Nine sighs in disappointment. 

         “ Are any of you even trying? Pathetic, really-- “ words cut short as she twirls her weapon once, jabbing the bladed end behind her. the sounds of gurgling and broken gasps reach her ears and the witch jerks the spear up to silence the noises once and for all “ -- but what do you expect from trash? “ three down.

  “ Then there was one little piggy. “ was it cruel, to toy with their lives so easily? maybe. but as far as she was concerned, it was what they deserved for having the audacity to even TRY to tell her what to do. she hums, making it seem as if she was thinking of letting them go....only to drive the spearhead down hard enough she could feel the tip of the blade meet the ground below. Nine moves her heel away, hips cocking to the side as she shifts her weight to the other leg. a hand rises to run through vibrant hair, brushing aside any hat blocked her line of sight.  then, she simply smiles.

                      “And then there was none. “

“ —— well now, that is a pretty and familiar face in the rough, ”   he notes gingerly, catching sight of medea between fault lines and upturned concrete; more akin to a dark flower in bloom, than a diamond.  merlin slows down into a walk, ultimately stopping just a short distance away from the other;  as always, appearing like a refreshing breeze. the damage of the cotes ward made traveling full of detours and hurdles, but the next exposed wiring was several blocks away and he’d hate to miss it.  yet, facing her here and now, it could not be helped but to wonder, where did she stand in all of this ?  

 okay, maybe the second part was a lie. usually, you swim or lounge or sunbathe, but since a festival was going on, the normal second part was replaced with a much more cooler option. she weaves through the crowds easily, tugging the Caster along behind her as she hums along to some music playing on a nearby stereo towards the stand where the kites were located. 

              “ Now, when it comes to picking a kite, I always go for the one that I think matches me best. Not the prettiest nor the most advanced one. That’s just boring because then you’ll be flying the same one as everybody else. It’s much better to pick one you like. “

✿ ———— beauty and the beast sentence starters. – accepting

@colchiste​ SAID: ’ This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. ’

   “R-Right...late neoclassical...Baroque period. There’s not a lot of examples of that around, huh? “

   truthfully, while Ritsuka knew it was about the book held in the Caster’s hands...she has no idea what the hell Medea just said. but she’s just going to nod her head along like she did and do her best to sound like she understood.

Send a flower to hear…   🌸 ⁞  ACCEPTING ( @colchiste )

🌸… a curious fact.

“ hmm, i heard there is a virtual reality terminal somewhere around this city by … FISTME, i believe it was called ?  for a place that brings a vision to life, it certainly has a curious name. don’t you think so ? ”   he wasn’t gonna talk about himself.

🌻… a suggestion.