#noircisaint

situated 'tween the mortal && spirit realms ; it isn't very common for people to wander into her territory. an eternal winter storm often deterred visitors from her shrine. calm one moment then suddenly whipping winds and a flurry of snow - unsafe. this was no holy place. a passage for spirits , the undead. footsteps . . not her own. it garners the fox's attention , glowing amethyst eyes from a distance. she blends in , a hunter at heart.

doubt never comes from the servants who answered to          his calling, it was the concerns of whether or not his own worth could be measured. Even the Chaldean master isn’t a stranger towards Heroic Spirits and their capability to stir up mischief. Fingers aimed directly before the ones whose origins were unkind, fanning the flames of vengeance to their existence. Oddly enough...that mattered little towards approaching them in Ritsuka’s mind. Happiness wasn’t an emotion to depict on those tired features, not taking a serious consideration to the terms of being a savior. Preserving humanity’s future was a long goal where he hadn’t considered signing up for when being dumped into this place. Being someone of average abilities, the male gazed before the marking that declared him a magus. Chaldea’s hopes were placed on someone who was about to knock on the door of a vengeful spirit. Eyes stare down before the letter, curious of why the Avenger desired to summon him into her chambers. Perhaps there’s an interest in training or wanted for their time to be spent escorting her to somewhere familiar. “...I’m coming in, Jalter if that’s alright.” 

A fair warning was offered before Ritsuka entered through the doors with hands clutching the letter tightly. The Master usually kept a distance from the constant hatred spilling through her mouth, though wondered if that was genuine at times. He kept those lips shut tight in the hopes of one day being asked to come...wanting to understand her more. Such optimism is a foolish nature to possess, perhaps getting the male into trouble for believing things could shift. “Was there something you wanted me to assist you with? I’m always here if you need an ear or...desire to train with.”

It started as a sudden itch, ever since their last meeting in the east hall, his spiritual core was acting up. Having sealed up the Phantasmal Wyrm within him back when it appeared for the second time with the cursed gold of Rhein shortly after its defeat in the Orleans singularity alongside the Witch of Dragons, the evil dragon was part of him, a slumbering beast deep inside the warrior's spirit. 

Has she done something to him while he was unaware in battle? He was unable to read other people’s feelings, but he was one to not assume things of them, even if they were hostile towards him. His body feels heavy, and every step is as painful as a stab wound is. And yet, he arrives to the Avenger’s quarters in a hurried pace.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

He hits the door, not too desperate, but not too formally either.

pouty face, not really doing much to combat that toddler remark there... “ lost, i will accept — but that would apply to you as well, wouldn't it, avenger ? the toddler part... well, i'm glad it wasn't a baby, at least, but i still fail to see it ! ...perhaps i should be offended too, really now. ”

                IT BITES.

“Of all those that would become corrupted I never thought for a second that it would be you.” The young priest spoke up towards the servant he knew quite well, some would say ‘intimately’ considering how it was her and her pet dragon that had foiled his plans..or perhaps it was rather a different side of her. “Still, what brings you to my church, reflection perhaps?”