#reyvateilorigin

“Up an’ at em, young lady. We’ve got a full day’s work ahead of us by the looks of it.”

He sneered to himself as he tapped the girl on the head. The proposal was tempting enough, no doubt many were already flocking to dodge the infected and gather the fragments for their own gains, and he was more than happy to join them. At least on the surface. There was no real shortage of ways he could spend the money, but that was hardly his main aim.

Everyone who had merely been biding their time waiting would be out and about, those insistent on lurking in the shadows would have fewer places to hide. If there was ever a time for him to see just what it was he was dealing with here, it was now.

       > You’re unsure what to make of the sight before you. A floating suit of armor, flying around about a foot off the ground. You wouldn’t exactly call it the most bizarre thing you’ve encountered, but it certainly is worthy of some amount of attention. It kind of reminds you of something Ken would watch every Sunday morning. 

       > ...The temptation is too great. You have to say something.

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              “Um...”

              “What’s with the suit?”

          =>“Could it be... Feather White!?”

“....again?”

 His eyes drifted back and forth between the red markings on his hand and the blue cube in his palm. The disbelief in his voice had little to do with the situation he was in. Everything he saw and heard seemed to line exactly with what he was told beforehand. They hand no reason to lie to him, even if he had no reason to trust them.

Instead his bewilderment was at the fact that he had been thrust into yet another conflict surrounding yet another fake grail. It was almost difficult to laugh, even at his own expense.

“S’pose it’s a fate kinder than death. We certainly can’t have that.”

“Now onto you, young lady. Doubt yer here cause of the atmosphere.”

He pocketed the strange device he had been given and fought back the urge to reach for his knife. There was some solace in knowing it was still there, so for the time being, he’d use his other favorite sharp object and let his words move instead of his hands.

Welcome to the war Funbuns!

Your Master will be Cecil.

Enjoy your stay and- oh god she’s already lost