#nitikrty

It was quite a show - right first thing in the morning. Bastard had woken up and what followed was hissing, scratches and other things. Bastard is quick for a big cat. Doesn’t help that the Medjeds are scattering about unsure what to do about the wilding beast. It didn’t take long to figure out why but to find his phone in this mess was much more difficult than anything else. 

to: ogata from: nitocris

From appearance alone, they were terrifying — without factoring in their strength. What stubborn creatures they were, for the one giving chase had persisted for several minutes, and Aichi could feel himself wearing down. Over his shoulder, he glanced out of dread and clarity. Might it be that the creature had become exasperated and given up? No such chance, in fact, he was certain it was closing in. Giving into curiosity became twice the mistake as one of the veins stretched across the pavement tripped him up, sending the boy crashing onto the ground with a wounded cry.

Alarm bells rang and his fingers reached for the hilt of his blade, dragging it back inches in order to secure a reasonable grasp. It was a race against time, an incredibly narrow window of opportunity to fight for survival as a perturbing racket exploded overhead. In as few movements as he could manage, Aichi twisted his waist, hauling the sword up from the concrete so it follow his eyes which met the sight directly above.

Having made her way to Archimedes Ward, Medb was momentarily content to take in the various sights that the area offered. As she walked along, she idly fidgeted with the joke of a whip she had found on her person upon arriving on this isle. It was a pathetic excuse when compared to the toy whip she had grown accustomed to using, but she supposed that it did have some uses. Freeing up her hands to play around with it was one of them.

In doing so, it was easy for Medb to let her mind wander as she played with the whip. Why pay attention to that when she could enjoy much finer sights, like the theatre? These very same sights occupied her attention until the whip she was playing with slipped out of her hands... and right into the face of a woman sitting close by.

Oops.

Medb quickly recognized the woman as another Servant, one of Chaldea no less, but did not allow that recognize to show upon her expression. Nor did she bother to pick up the toy whip that she had accidentally let slip from her hands.

“Oh my.”

“H-hmph! If it broke so easily then it was worthless anyways....”

There on the clearing in contact with a cliff, overlooking the sea, everything was so much more beautiful. If nothing else, the sounds of the crashing waves and the chirping insects as one laid on the soft, swaying grass would be wonderful enough alone, yet to be able to marvel at an infinite ocean of stars canopied in the night sky struck one’s heart with amazement to fill one’s eyes with tears.

He felt himself fortunate in some ways, in such ways as how he had stumbled upon this field on complete accident, wandering around the woods of the island in a sort of lackadaisical venture. The sort of quixotic undertaking of meaningless meandering one made when everything felt just right enough to waste on, as one would do on dull summer days with no responsibility, or how a traveler took on in lands strange to them, or just spending an evening without a clue as to what should be done. A confusion, but a constructive confusion that led to discovery. In that, he found such a miracle as to simply walk out into this field possible.

He did nothing but keep his eyes set on the stars, their light and their splendor amidst a void, set in such a way that felt with purpose which one could not understand and never hope to attempt so, smiling as the moonlight and the ocean and the woods and the insects and the grass accentuated the spectacle.

“...No, you would be my first,” he said without looking down. It was more of a yearning to come here, to take someone along because the secret was just so great that he wanted to share like some blabbermouth. 

Her next words were just enough to tear his eyes away from the sky and look down towards his guest with curiosity. An inquiring scowl quickly morphed into a smile.

“ What’s the point in this anyway? “

He’s setting up his fishing rod. Again with this girl is dragging him to places. She really didn’t give any space for him to say no, as per usual. 

“ We can’t even keep the catches. “

It’s a waste of bait, even if they provide them. He’d never really fished for fun, he’d barely even fished. Back there he only took part in catching food when it needed to be shot. In Spirale... couple of times, here and then. Sometimes. 

His eyes drift to Nitocris who seems to be taken over by focus.

 “ogata, why ur eyebrows look like box brackets? ��”

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