#killingsystematically

       Just how long had it been? He had lost track of days and months, believing Ushii must have disappeared or ventured somewhere more important that needed him. There was no resentment for it; staying in one place for a long time wasn’t meant for everyone. Shaking his head, the professor was quick to look away, righting himself once he averted his gaze. His staring wasn’t intentional, but under the circumstances, it wasn’t avoidable. “It feels like seeing a ghost,” was uttered, a quiet admittance after silence. “You’ll have to forgive me for staring, but you must understand how much time has passed since...” Words trailed off, uncertain of how to describe their last meeting when it had been so long ago. “You do not need to explain to me where you have been if you do not want to. I will only ask though — Has life been treating you well?”

❝  Father. I am going out.    ❞       It is not often the girl asks to leave--if at all, having found herself most comforted by the fact that she found her father. To whom, she wanted nothing more then to live a normal life with. That is to say, if the silence most often exchanged by them was deemed normal or comfortable by other standards. For her, it most pleases her. She has no greater desire then to share her life and quarters with this man who she grew up idolizing.  ❝   It is late. I will come back in the morning.     ❞  

        ❝ so we meet again, ❞ the warrior that ‘ had allowed him to live ’ a slight scoff as the dimmed street with laplight hanging low and asphalt slick with pelted rain dampens them both. the night is comfortable for him ; but it seemed it mattered naught to the swordsman. ❝ the one destined for an ambiance of senseless tragedy, loss and a needless death. i knew we’d cross again, ❞ a calm voice as his citrine eyes come to a calm close. they’d not activated a quirk, but it seemed as though he hadn’t required it to sense the other’s movements. some men and women are far too predictable ; trained or idly forged in a furnace to the shape of a weapon or an apparent tool of conquest----. ❝ you were quite a trusting man. do you still believe in your cause----? ❞

"I do not doubt that in the slightest, My Lord. However, our enemies are strangers to your capabilities. They will target you more so than I am." To be dragged in such a war... there must be a wish that his Master aims to have fulfilled. "It is far too late now to cease the incoming battles. However, I will fight alongside you. I will be your strength and your companion."

This was hard-- too hard.

      And so the lofty woman had began dialing the other with every bit as prompt a manner as someone whom was foretelling as she is. Intentionally awaiting for him to pick up and ever so quaintly without a pause her voice rings through  @killingsystematically ❝    Guess where I am!!!      ❞

       Ah, he had not expected to be graced with such polite manners, but it was appreciated. “There is no need for gratitude. I was making an observation.” One that might have been unconsciously self-aware, considering how their preference in hairstyle was similar, yet he did not have any intention of mentioning it. “To some, I am addressed as Lord El-Melloi II...” It was uncertain whether the other was part of the Mage’s Association or not. The possibility was doubtful as he did not recognize him nor did he detect the presence of mana. That name would not do for someone with no association in his world. “For you, I will allow you to call me Waver Velvet.”