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Tea is her usual preference, especially those with floral or fruity tones. She is also quite fond of alcohol of all kinds, and would often frequent the tavern with a drinking buddy or two in order to relax for the night.

She’s not that picky though! Just make sure it’s not poisoned.

The first thing he does is scan for threats. It’s out of habit, mainly, but he’s always calculating how best to serve her interests -- even if she isn’t here. He’s just arrived in this land, strange and foreign, and was given a device that he could communicate on. Admittedly the thing vexed him, and perhaps when he pushed one of the buttons this is what caused him to appear in a different location. It seems like one of those getaways the nobles would be apt to visit. He cares little for the scenery, but instead with a dark expression and narrowed eyes he decides to explore to better understand the situation.

He wanders down towards the beach and narrows his eyes further when he sees a figure in the distance, back turned to him. It takes him a fraction of a second to recognize her and immediately he picks up the pace to get closer. Sand gets in his shoes but he does not care, this is a little sacrifice to be made when he is ensuring her safety.

     Depravity had a way of rooting itself where the distinction between classes was nearly tangible. The scornful looks and unmasked disgust gained simply by not being like the others, whether he was loathe to admit it or not, reminded him of the Holy See. A shame he could not stand atop those towers that looked as if they could touch the sky – he would have been able to observe the ward’s layout much better than from down below.

     For a dragoon to be forced into a low vantage point, it was almost insulting.

     As he thought this with a bit of a sour expression, a youth took his divided attention as a cue to dart out from the shadows. The boy must have hoped for something of value by waving a weapon and issuing threats – yet it took Estinien all but a couple of seconds to disarm him and look down with blatant disapproval. Perhaps, in the eyes of some, it might have even seemed a little condescending, as were his words: “Recklessness will end your life than a shortage of coin.” He picked up the folding knife that had clattered to the ground, retracting the blade and returning it to the youth. “Your hands are unsteady. This is no weapon for you, boy.”

     – ... how quick the young man was to turn tail and run, not so much as uttering a word in response to the Elezen. 

Again for the third time this week in attempt to get to know the area better. Everything was still a little blurry for the hero, questioning all of her last moves before ending up in an entire different reality. Nothing had really been different, to her knowledge. She went to class, sparred, went back to her dorms to sleep. Without her quirk at full capacity, she was pretty much useless, even to her standards. 

This is fine. 

Setting off to find a place with good coffee, she figured she would treat herself to a small cup of caffeine, but had no idea where to start. At some point, she would have to consider getting a job. Working in a conservatory would be preferable, but perhaps something with food might be easier. Did they even have a conservatory? Lost in her thoughts, she scanned the nearby area for a friendly face and landed on a girl with the prettiest hair she had ever laid eyes on. 

“Hi there! You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest coffee shop is, would you?”

It’ll be noted!

||  █ ▌— the opalarian market town was a nice surprise. vil hadn’t set out with any particular destination in mind, had simply begun wandering his home ward to see where he might end up in an attempt to learn the area a little better... and this was an interesting place for sure. lovely little shops, lots of plant life...

vil is contemplating a certain handbag with a critical eye. it’s nice, of course, but is it really to his taste? he sees a young woman passing by and approaches her, his no-nonsense attitude firmly in place despite the strangeness of his upcoming request. 

There were so many pretty locations in Archimedes, and Voyager was determined to explore them all. He didn’t... have anything to do, at any of them. He just liked the atmosphere here (even if more often than not, him walking by himself would lead to one person or another flagging him down with a 'hey, kid, you lost?', to which he never quite understood the reasoning, so he’d exclaim a proud ‘nope!’ and leave before they could stop him) – it was relaxing. Plus, maybe, one day Erice would come here and he could show her all the nice spots, and they could enjoy them together.

The sun was nearly done setting, though. The stars were starting to come out. Most of the crowds were shuffling back home before the chill of night began to sink in, or before the further out locales grew too dark. Even with the view at Savior’s Respite, it was empty as Voyager trudged up the path to the cliff. He was humming quietly to himself all the while.

And then–

–there was only one other person at the end of the path, where the cliff opened up, surrounded by brilliant flowers. Whoever she was, she looked lost in thought, but it didn’t look like happy thoughts. She had a sort of... sadness, to her, Voyager thought. She was sitting all by herself beside the flowers. Maybe she wasn’t sad, but it seemed strange for someone to look so melancholy all alone by herself in the growing darkness.

Voyager let himself take a seat beside her.

“... hmm...”

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@crestsfallen​ said: !!

”Edelgard von Hresvelg. Mouthful of a name, like something out of Grognak the Barbarian, but it kinda fits the ‘ice queen of the Kingdom of Fuck You’ image she gives me. She’s very pretty too, in a doll-like sort of way... that can’t be her natural hair color, right? All in all she’s a dead ringer for that intimidating noblewoman sort that knuckle-dragging grunts in comic books would follow into hell and all that good shit.”

“Her utter unfamiliarity with some of the technology in Spirale makes me think that she’s not just some European from another world. In any case she’s taking everything in stride, but she is definitely playing things damn close to her chest. Right now we’re just acquaintances sharing that common bond of being kidnapped by interdimensional mad scientists, but I wouldn’t mind talking to her more. It’s a sucker’s bet that she’s got stories worth hearing.”