#killernoir

Servants also existed in Spirale too? Pretty bizarre and not-so-ordinary. HK416 was somehow interested to know about these ‘servants’ roaming around the island and they’re named or they’re actually as one of those historical beings exist until today.

“Please, you’re not the first person to try to stab me.”

Dominic was not particularly well liked even among the army. He supposed that was what he got for siding with a revolutionary like Dewey. Though now he realized at the time the peson whose side he was loyal to was not Dewey but...

He jumped back once more avoiding another slash of the knife. He expected a simple mugger but what he found instead was a silver haired girl staring at him with inhuman yellow eyes. She did not look much older than the orphans that Dewey took in. 

That meant nothing though. Nobody in the world had sympathy for him, and he only had sympathy for one person in the entire world. His face twisted into a scowl. He seemed more annoyed than anything else.

“Hey you... the brat with the knife.” 

Always a great place to start a conversation. Shigaraki Tomura had been wandering the back alleys in search of someone interesting. His forces were still small. He had ambitions of a grand scale building but in this city he had neither the league’s infamy nor his master’s influence to help him.

He was a child, but a fledgling villain. He really was no different than that child Jack the Ripper. Even if he had the body of an adult his mind was still stuck in the moment Sensei had first found him. Resenting everything and everyone around him, and most of all himself for destroying what he touched. 

A worthless person, but whatever he was out to make equally worthless friends. What a good person for a Ripper to encounter. 

Night time was a personal favorite of the Avenger, he managed to do his own business without others looking and frowning upon him. Of course, he was not the only one who came out at night, and after having found a number of personalities on that place Chaldea, he also had met her.

A kid in the middle of the night wearing a worn-out cloak, if his memory didn’t fail him... it was... Assassin? “Alright, alright.” He says to himself, time to be a good Samaritan for a change and help the fellow Servant.

  “Hey kid.” He rises up his tone, catching up the other’s attention. “Still looking for mom?”

   There are, in Damian’s experience, certain things that someone just doesn’t expect to happen. Even in his life as a vigilante, and as an assassin before that, there were still things that could surprise and startle him (not that he’d ever admit it, of course). Even Damian’s constant alert state couldn’t warn him of things like: what appeared to be a young girl seeming to almost materialize from thin air, tiny hands promptly buried in Titus’s wiry fur even as the Dane gave an indignant huff. But, though surprised, the boy didn’t let it slow him for a moment as he pulled the leash taught, drawing Titus back towards him even as the dog tipped his ears towards the strange child, obviously curious.

       ﴾ ♚ ﴿  APPEARANCES COULD BE DECEIVING, the ancient king knew, especially when dealing with Servants. And that mistake was easily made when dealing with the young girl with DEEP SCARS upon her face. Such a strange ‘Heroic Spirit’ Jack the Ripper was, and Gilgamesh could appreciate her unique existence, found her somewhat interesting even. 

       ( But then again, he had something of a soft spot for children. ) 

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Assassin!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 354.

You will retain your presence concealment as well as receive a pair of wooden daggers.

PLEASE NOTE: As a new Servant, all of your parameters have been set to D, unless they are naturally lower than that.