#dominarum

I haven’t answered it yet!

In the Guard:

Wine - Captain

Black - Captain

Crooks - Captain

Edge - Lieutenant 

Berry - Lieutenant 

Rus - Officer 2nd Star (Rank above 1st Star)

Red - Officer 2nd Star 

Coffee - Officer 1st Star (Lowest Rank)

Wanted to Join the Guard, but got stuck as Sentries:

Papyrus

Blue

Weren’t in the Guard, but helped their brother out sometimes:

Sans

Stretch

Axe

Money (Dishonorably discharged. Formally Officer 2nd Star)

( rhonqueen) Will lend her fluffy cape.

@dominarum

Sitting up from her bed he groaned a little bit as he looked around for his shirt. Though upon not finding it in a few moments he went to lay down. Though she was already up, doing that beautiful hair she wore. Smiling he whistled from the bed, and gave a smile.

“Tis a rare sight to stand a man’s mast without tryin’. Yer special girl.“ 

Normal pillow talk for the two, maybe a bit on the sweet side but nothing too out of line. Stretching he simply sprawled out on the bed and shook his head. 

Cleopatra scoffs.

@dominarum  Morgause has come across a tired young man...

One could have described the battle aptly by saying it was akin to watching food getting shredded by a blender. The scene now being the gruesome aftermath of the group of demons slain by Muramasa’s blades. Blood pooled around the pile of sliced up demonic corpses. The light of the full moon illuminating the carnage, the sound of the a gentle breeze being the only thing to keep the environment from being dead silent. His blood soaked katana still clenched in hand, he began to to leave the area until a presence made him stop. It wasn’t the ArchDemon he had been hunting, but someone else...

Calamity squints at her fellow Archer trying to contain chuckles. “Why?”

“A point so low...”

Gawain knew his breaking point. It was the subject of his worst nightmares and something he went over and over again in his weaker moments. For all his power and strength of will he had still fallen quite low during the twilight of Camelot. He lowered his shining blade as his gaze averted from his Mother’s piercing eyes. He knew he could never truly do her harm no matter how his temper flared. No matter how he radiated like the sun, he could not truly bring his sword against her despite how easily he cut through her familiars.

“...Did you forget that I watched my brothers die, Mother? Slaughtered by Lancelot, a man I once freely called friend. I know well how deep my fears go, Mother. I failed them.”

In spite of her bringing about her foolish excuse of a weapon, her daunting nightmare did naught but further his steps and diminish the distance between them. Her voice was a blessing, leaving him quite ecstatic. She hasn't changed in the slightest. She still assumed that she's capable of killing him, let alone harm him. He did not even bat an eye as he lowered her weapon in one swift motion, plucking the fang of the wolf who bore them at his face