#excommuned

Don’t jinx it, son

Something fell off today. 

After opening her surprise present this morning and finding nothing, she thought of it as a prank and assumed that was the end of it. An all-mighty wish granting tool was far too good to be true and her heart knew that her wish was pretty impossible even for it. A simple jest to her mind, the mere notion was hilarious but somehow, reality began painting itself with her silly dream.

Sypha’s heart did not really want this yet, reality started to paint itself with her wish. It became more notorious with every second next to the vampire hunter, whom she thought had reluctantly accompanied her into a holiday venture for presents. Somehow, he was a little bit more willing to put up with her antics than other days...

Animals were frolicking around him, as if he came straight out a fairytale. Squirrels, some birds that had yet to leave -- it was very bizarre. His usual broodiness has vanished and the sadness as well, no trace of the pain he carried and became so characteristic of him. His good mood was strange, nothing similar to the Trevor she came to know. Even so, she couldn’t help but to stare in awe, her horror contained whenever he did anything.  She was starting to worry, unsure if this was her Belmont.

Long gone were the days before the city rose like a phantom; when it was but ruins and disaster. Once, there had been an empty lot here. Now, it was an active area across from the Broadwalk, filled with laughter. He neither forgot this fact, nor the faces of those he met during those days.

It’s not that Richter wasn’t expecting Trevor to ever talk to him again after their last encounter, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t shocked when his ancestor asked him to come meet him in the bamboo grove in the Cotes Ward. He had figured Trevor wouldn’t want to speak to him so soon after meeting him. Maybe it was because Trevor had been long gone by the time Richter had woken up, and they had only crossed paths once during the festival, so Richter figured the hunter needed some space to really think about everything, everything that had been told during their first meeting. 

Maybe he was finally ready to face his future.

At his side was the whip that Aradia had given him during the festival, as he felt that he may need it for whatever Trevor wanted him for. There wasn’t much monsters to hunt around here, but still, he should probably have it just in case. It didn’t take long until the younger hunter saw the familiar face of his ancestor, and he made his way towards him.

     “Sorry, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

An awkward beat. He still had no idea how to talk to someone that was supposed to be long dead - someone who had no idea Richter even existed until now.

Existential Crisis Sentence Starters.

A GLYPH FORMED BEHIND THE HUNTER, crimson hue stretching his own shadow in the middle of the plaza longer. Clanks and rattle of armor gave a premonition of what meant to emerge. Above the roofs, the Prince of Darkness watched from the safety of the night’s darkness. Residing there, he drew the pentagram in the air before him on a smaller scale, and the one the vampire hunter faced mirrored his doing. The moment the circle reached completion, a blade of steel missed the object of his observation by a split hair. A thrown axe landed in the wall of a building in the back, stuck between fissures it created. The called forth axe knight already armed himself with a new one, groaning and dragging itself with sluggish movement out of the circle. A little dance, this rat’s struggles might provide some distraction from boredom.

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((carrying team... so its canon... ))