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“SOMETHING DRAWS NEAR. I CAN FEEL IT,” lancelot breathes, nodding in sunday’s direction. “HURRY. WE MUST LEAVE THIS PLACE.”

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STARTER for @ofrepentance
“SOMETHING DRAWS NEAR. I CAN FEEL IT,” lancelot breathes, nodding in sunday’s direction. “HURRY. WE MUST LEAVE THIS PLACE.”

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"Oh, dear.. You've been drinking, haven't you? Let me help... Come sit with me while I make some tea. You'll feel better after having a cup." Sunday gently beckoned- the tea was originally just for herself, but she thought that the tea might help with the inevitable hangover that would come up soon- or at the very least, help get Nea to sleep. She'd be happy to watch over her. (from ofrepentance <3)
"Eh?" Her head is sluggish to move as she looks towards where the voice is coming from, but as soon as she hears 'tea', she's on her feet and stumbling as fast as she can towards the other. With some effort and grace sheer luck, Nea manages to park herself over by the other.
"I appreciate youuu..." She slurs, smiling somewhat as she gently sways. "I will think of a way to repay you once I'm sober..." A hiccup before she shakes her head. "Ah... 'm Nea... and normally not drunk..."
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"Pardon me, sir," Sunday called to the killer, "I've been travelling through the forest for quite a bit now and I have yet to find the campfire. Would you mind it If I took a short rest here?" The woman inquired- although she knew of him only by the traps she's been caught in during trials and the weapon that's been slashed into her back many a time, it was only polite to ask. (from ofrepentance <3)
The beast stared at the survivor. His breaths came out in deep, pained huffs. His head tilted; animal-like in his curiosity. The whole occurrence was strange given that most survivors wanted nothing to do with the MacMillan heir. He preferred to think of it as them knowing their place beneath his own and not wanting to talk to their betters; the survivors probably saw things a little differently.
"Campfire?" He knew what she was talking about, what puzzled him was how she ended up in his territory asking for respite from her travels. The beast grumbled softly and scratched idly at his back with his blood-stained cleaver, "Yew wanna know..." He spoke slowly, "A short cut?" A cruel grin curled beneath his mask.
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"Dear Executioner," Sunday makes her voice clear, but not too loud as to show respect, (at least, in her eyes-) standing a good distance away, hands clasped politely in her lap. "I don't mean to intrude, but... Are you, perhaps, an.. angel of some sort? An angel of judgment?" She couldn't fathom what the hulking figure was, and the way she rationalized was a bit foolish, but everyone knew about how frightening 'biblically accurate angels' were. Maybe he could be one?
It is not the first time such a question has been asked of him nor would it be the last.
The only sign of him actually hearing the survivor is the small turn of the cage on his shoulders toward her, but otherwise he stand vigil as usual with the heart of his territory. Had it been not the movement of his breathing or the disturbingly wet sound of it one could mistaken him for a statue. The Great Knife is within hold as well, but the tip is buried within the stone beneath his feet, suggesting he had no intentions of moving for the time being.
He has been called many things even before his physical manifestation. Angel, Devil, Judge, Executioner, Beast, Monster, and more. What he actually is though is beyond human understand, outside of their small perception. His purpose is clear, his origins are not.
And so he gives the woman no answer.
Let her believe what she will it matters little to him. Whatever she does believe will not change his judgement on her.
Tomoko's 5'0 and Sunday is 5'6 :)
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"...I'd like to ask... If we ever get to die permanently.... Where... Where do we end up? Surely, their must be an afterlife." Sunday inquired, fidgeting with her shawl. (from ofrepentance to the Entity! But don't feel obligated to answer of course <3)
“Oh no, my dear. There’s absolutely nothing, but the Void waiting for you when you run out of use for me. Both you and my killers.” it chuckles as though amused, “And the hilarious part is that you’ll be still alive when I toss you in there! Who knows how long it’ll actually take for you to actually fade.”
@ofrepentance said: ❝ pardon me... How long have you been standing there? ❞
❝ jist a second or two, ❞ she said kindly, kneeling down in front of sunday and holding the wound on her side.
❝ can yeh heal me? killer nicked me side. ❞