#deathguarding

There’s a lot to be taken in, arriving in this place. He had been in a daze for the most part, as he stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. His whip had been taken from him, as well as all of his weapons, and Richter had felt...

Powerless. 

Powerless from having his things taken away from him, powerless from ( once again ) unable to stop whatever plan was in store for him. It wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world, but he couldn’t let anyone see or feel that. He couldn’t let anyone take advantage and exploit that, at all. With his arms crossed, the good hunter heaved a sigh as he closed his eyes, holding onto the pathetic replacement of a weapon.

     “Really, what’s the point of taking my things away? That      won’t stop me at all.”

“Master...”

It felt like it’d been a long time since he’d seen her. Even when he had been summoned to Chaldea with a myriad of other Servants, he hadn’t seen her. He knew she could have been called upon at any time or seen in any of the weird paradoxical timelines they visited, but it still didn’t take the edge off the encounter. 

There were probably a million things he could have asked her---and he wanted to---but he knew her too well to act on the desire.

    The inevitability of death. He held the mantle of being an immortal hero, but even the great Achilles succumbed to the sweet embrace of death, slain by a prince whose arrows were guided by the gods themselves. No one is truly undying, he thought to himself in those moments as darkness took him. Yet he was without regret, having fulfilled himself as a true hero.     But what if someone out there truly couldn’t die? What if there was someone out there that was out of reach even for death?

      Older women, Akira had long since discovered, had to be dealt with cautiously. However, even he can only exercise so much caution when he comes across this one, snapping orders like a drill sergeant at some poor, unsuspecting unknowns. He would have left well enough alone, were it not for her seemingly growing displeasure at being disregarded, and so approaches just in time for one of the nearby sprinklers to sputter to life. Sighing, he approaches as he runs a hand through his damp hair, squinting at her as he dries off his glasses.            Even if he doesn’t really need them, the pretense is necessary.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 324.

You will retain your magic resistance and a wooden pole.