#demonarcherfool

Medb rolled out of bed as she pleased, taking her time to get ready. She was already one to do as she pleased on most mornings, but she was taking plenty of liberties during the holiday season. It’s well passed noon when she finally emerges from her bedroom in the penthouse-- she often shared the room with the home’s owner, but naturally had a room to herself for all of her things.

When she finally enters the kitchen to find something to eat, Medb pauses. She had heard some commotion earlier, but paid it no mind. Many people visited her lover, and she rarely seemed to care. Yet, her gaze fell upon several small things that littered a table. She recognized them right away, simply because at least a couple of them mirrored her own appearance. Others looked like Servants she knew of, and the sight of them surprised her. 

Medb immediately approached to inspect the small figurines, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Just who made these? It had to be someone related to Chaldea, if not a Servant themselves. But who...?

Somewhere, a particular man was likely to feel a shiver run up his spine.

✦☾        IS SHE IMAGINING THINGS? Or is that a gun casually strewn on the floor? Something about its craft seems to indicate that it’s artificial, but she can’t gauge from a distance. Considering it’s sitting by a bench in the park, there’s no doubt in the world that its owner is nearby. But. She’s curious. The only way to ascertain its nature is to pick it up, but since she can’t grab it with her hands...                                                   she’ll just have to kick it around until it stands upright.

Although her absence from the city wasn’t her choice, Makoto couldn’t help but feel she owed a certain someone an apology. After all, you can’t just abandon one of your best friends in a weirdo spiral city and expect everything to be hunky-dory. Thankfully, the artistic atmosphere of the Archimedes Ward meant there were plenty of suitable gifts for an egghead.

That just left the question of what to get. Something useful, that also said “Hey, I thought of you! Also, sorry.” Stuff like journals and fancy pencils and parchment paper and paint sets and photo frames and so on. There’s just too much to choose from and sometimes it’s hard to know what a girl might want. Especially when that girl’s idea of a fun time is folding laundry and filling out forms.

Which means it’s time to get a second opinion.

hello police? this is souza. im being personally attacked. 

No one would describe Flip as a smart man. And while some would walk into the haze at the edge of the city once and go, ‘Hey, that kinda hurt and now a day has passed and I’m in my bed, not gonna do that again’, Flip was not that somebody. 

In fact, he proceeded, at all available varying speeds his little legs would take him, to run into the haze. For a week. Regardless of his speed though, the results were always the same. 

He stuck his hand into it, watching it go transparent. From the corner of his eye he saw someone close enough to talk at.