#machineheartking

A simple text conversation was all it had took for the bandaged and cloaked woman to be sitting in a cafe’s deck, looking out over the street as she sipped on a cup of iced coffee. Networking in this city had been a constant adventure, each person and group being unique from all the others. The hybrid considered it to be fun, or, at least more fun than Tatara found it.

It wasn’t long before she spotted the young man among the mix of pedestrians crossing by; as he got closer, she lifted a bandaged hand in greeting.

The strange man that wandered the halls of the ruined castled didn’t seem to fit the role of a Master, in fact he hardly seemed human. He could detect a will to fight and some residual energy, but it wasn’t mana, and it was doubtful that the man was Assassin of Black. Cautiously passing several fallen homunculi, the Lancer approached the man with his spear drawn until he finally he raised the tip of his spear to the other’s head.

“Identify yourself.”