#florvecori

Witches. Prophecies. Was this somehow related to the Grail? Saber could only assume and as such when she found herself staring into the single eye of the woman which had seemed to appear before her.

Saber bent the knee.

Welcome to the Kingdom of Ilaefaci!

I’m suuure you’ll enjoy your stay here!

You will be housed in Hut #1 within Adan.

You’ll be receiving your prophecy soon.

Do your best now!

The flower captured his heart. It was a beautiful flower, the sort that wise old crones told you not to pluck on pain of curse, yes. And what a curse. One that consumed and corrupted and broke lesser (im)mortals. He couldn't help loving it.

And wasn't that ridiculous? Wasn't that laughable? A minor tragedy to go with this young lady's major one. Though she looked like she would rail against him if he called her story that.

And his sense as a writer said...

"How entertaining it will be, when that flower spreads its roots."

There was a large abundance of vibrant plant life that thrived outside of the facility whenever the weather wasn't generating destruction. As of late though, the sky had been dark with the whispers of winters coming and the threat of snow and ice. With the worst of the colder months threatening to fall upon the marble walls, all of the flowers and trees had withered away.

So, when Chiyo had spotted a beautiful pink petal in the midst of the normally mono-color world that she found herself now living in, she couldn't help but be surprised. Even more so, she was impressed when she found that the source of such beauty belonged to another female who was currently glancing outside into the dark abyss.

"That's a very pretty flower you have there," Chiyo spoke out softly to her, admiring how ripe and fresh the petals appeared. "Were you able to pick that outside when the weather was nicer earlier?"

●                      |  ❦ Grimacing; the sounds she heard forth from the flower were wicked but silent.                              In fact, it hadn't been that it spoke to her directly but openly                               speaking down on the world. It's negativity despite being a flower                              something of which Cheza unfortunately absorbed. Looking upon                               the flower not realizing that the entity--like a parasite--had been                              attached to someone else.                                                          ❝This one doesn't understand why                                                               you feel this way.❞

That nagging feeling of being drawn towards something had refused to fade in the slightest, and to be quite frank, it was grating on Gintoki's nerves by now. Sure, he could just seek out his partner, see if that helped, but that was simply too much trouble. Let his partner look for him if they wished.

So it was that the samurai found himself wandering around with a strawberry ice cream cone obtained from the dining hall, getting a feel of his bearings. If he was going to be stuck here he'd definitely need to find good hiding places in case someone out of nowhere came demanding rent or wanting him to work.

Observing the dangerous looking fence at the outer edges of the grounds, Gintoki soon found himself stumbling upon a murky looking lake, and at the same time, his ice cream cone found itself smashed into a certain woman's bosom.

It was a rather nice bosom, clothes not doing a very good job of concealing very much at all, but dammit. His ice cream.