#osmanthused 01

Six hundred and fifty Dust for a sandwich. One thousand and two hundred Dust for a bowl of pasta. Two thousand Dust for a lunch combo. It’s been several days since Nier arrived in this strange island, and not only has she not eaten, but she has no idea where to begin with ordering food. Everywhere she’s been in the skies have used Rupies as currency; she’s never even heard of Dust before. She must be very far from home if that’s the case.

Even more confusing is mention of the ‘Spirazon Wallet App.’ The concept of money makes sense to her, of course, but only one of those three words is anywhere near familiar. All the while she’s trying to puzzle this out, she can feel a trembling in her limbs; she’s just so hungry.

Despite her fear, she reaches out towards someone else examining the cafe’s menu. “U-um, excuse me...” she says, hands pressed together in some vain attempt at stability.

@osmanthused​

    One look is all he usually needs to gauge if a person is a warrior or not. Mostly from his own experience as both a hero of the Trojan Wars and as a Servant of the greater grail, but he can definitely tell just by looking. Of course, it usually went deeper than that but for the most part and as far as first impressions go, Achilles had a knack for this thing. The armor of gold and blue certainly helped tell him that this young woman was some knight of known renown of sorts.     He was never keen on how knights uphold duty above all else, what with their codes of chivalry and all... but he can respect a woman of honor no doubt.