#lancerofclay

“Lancer!” Is it the same Lancer he knows? Or was it another who wouldn’t recognise him? They’re pressing worries that pass through Saber’s mind but for a moment. Nevermind if it’s not - it simply means he’ll have to befriend them all over again! “Haha, finally a familiar face! How’ve you been faring so far?”

Fortunately he could acquire the charger easily enough, and a public charging station was a life-saver. His clothes could wait, he needed to locate his sibling and make sure they hadn’t been caught up in this strange mess.

He was desperate enough to call rather than text.

Martha was keeping a keen ear out for the door as she made herself dinner. The news of Iskander succumbing to temptation had already reached her, and gossip was Gilgamesh had caved even faster (not that that man ever resisted any sin, the selfish and greedy bastard). Enkidu? At this point, she had just assumed he followed their lover into the dark side.

All three of them were going to get some sense beaten into them if that was the case.

Sure enough, no sooner was her food on the table than did she hear someone walk into the palace. Oven mitts came off, staff was grabbed, and out she stormed.

“Okay. It’s you. One chance; what side are you on?”

“I apologise if I took your space.” He assumed. Lucifer straightened his back, sitting upright to stretch. “Unless you need something? I can try and help if I am able.” Even after the events, it wasn’t as though Lucifer would stop extending his hand.

Wandering about the streets of Eriol, Medb was in search for something interesting. Magic was in the air, and it pleased her greatly; like a child enchanted by the atmosphere of a candy store, Medb simply couldn’t stop smiling.

Soon enough, the sight of something sticking out from atop the genreal crowd caught Medb’s attention, and she hurried through individuals to reach her target. That something became evident-- horns, attached to a particularly interesting looking person. Their body was abuzz with magic, it was easy for her to sense. Could it be... a Servant?

“...!”

“You’re quite stunning, aren’t you?”

“BWAHAHA! Behold its glory--after many nights of planning and with today’s modern technology, I have finally constructed a palace befitting my image! No longer will I be confined to the simple lodgings of the city! Now all that is left is to furnish our great home.”

“I trust you’re all capable of decorating your own rooms and wash basins, yes? Do let me know if I should add any additions to this new dwelling--I shall seek out what I can at the markets and craftspeople of the island. Once you have furnished your rooms, we shall have a welcoming party, no?”

@divinedragontamer​ @shutur-eli-sharri​ @lancerofclay​ @erizipel​

(House stuff under the cut, like specific things and stuff)

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{ 👑 } CRACKED, DRY EARTH GIVING WAY 'NEATH cold feet, shaking bones as he walks. Slipping way underfoot, the earth shifts and curls and MOVES of its own volition. Like mud, but still his footsteps echo. As shadows shift before his bright eyes, shaking hands curled into fists bringing about a sense of MADNESS that he's not felt in a very long time.

A SENSE OF LIVING IN HELL, albeit a paranoid one. Those signals, how odd, how TROUBLESOME they are in his shaking heart. He deserves all this and more, but it does not mean that he has to enjoy it.

RESTING, BACK LODGED AGAINST A BULWARK, he's taking all the reprieve he could get. Hands like claws digging into wild ginger strands, heaving breaths as be tries to count every beat of his HEART. Supposed to be good for him, meditation is; but what use is meditation when you're going mad?

BLOODSHOT EYES LIFT AND WIDEN, SHARP and near fearful. A shape, vaguely human in size, but wrong — stalking someone. Gangrel's brows TWIST in a knot; how is it that they do not notice the creature? A part of him wishes to ignore the stranger and their plight, but he dwells upon his own WEAKNESSES instead.

‘ THIS FRIENDSHIP CRAP MAKES ME SICK, but what choice do I have? ’

Hence intrusion by another being of such magnitude only meant one thing, a challenge for territory.  She would defend her haven to the last, but power was not at its peek. Moment presence became known a strange sense of familiarity took hold, but cation persisted as Draken crouched, defensive position taken, dragons emitting sparks as a threat to the intruder.