#saoiri

     OZYMANDIAS COULD NOT QUITE remember when he had appeared in these lands so similar to his own. It had been so long that he had lost track of time, or maybe he just ceased caring about it. Such became, as he felt, rather meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Regardless, it had not been difficult to gain control – to be viewed as both king and god all in one. He was, after all, a pharaoh who had existed at one time; the ‘Great Ancestor’ whose name was taken by many after his death. For him to appear once more as if sent by the very gods themselves, it was of no wonder that it took no time at all for him to bring about proper order to the chaos that had existed. Resting upon his throne, he gently tapped fingers against the arm of his seat as he listened to a report of how strange visitors had appeared from some distant land.

     Servants? Were other Servants here too? The World must have sent them in that case. Perhaps in order to assist in the elimination of this particular Lostbelt where Egypt was never conquered and never fully moved away from how it was now; hot, barren desert and fertile rivers. It grew, it changed a little…yet it looked as ancient as it had in the past with only minor changes – the ideal kingdom for a king who longed for the past. It was not until he further listened to the descriptions that he was given that surprise flickered within golden eyes. So, the Master was here as well. Normally such a thought would have pleased him, but as of now, he felt only uncertainty. The Master was his enemy. It was that plain and simple. However, he could be reasonable…at times. Before violence was enacted, out of respect for his relationship with them in the past, he would hear them at least. ❝Bring them to the palace. I will grant them an audience. I am sure that they have come to see who rules this place, and so, it will be permitted.❞

BITCH I own it and you know it

Don’t be so boring mongrel. Start a war

no one is dead yet

“What is this charity for, then? I think clarification is an order as to where our QP will be going towards.” 

     Despite being the same person, the Caster felt more like a stranger to the Berserker still retaining those memories yet foreign. None of them truly got along with themselves even if none have any regrets for their actions except maybe the child. Though as they filled a very different niche the Berserker never met the Caster but it seems fate decided to allow an encounter. After being aware of each other but never speaking, though likely the Caster is aware of the chaos the Berserker causes out of arrogant entitlement and no restraints.

     “Ha! Imagine us meeting like this, I’m quite surprised we never had a chance to truly see each other.” He spoke loudly as looked at the other with a grin clear on his face, there was awareness that the other was a bit physically weaker by becoming a caster. Giving up their physical prowess for magic and clairvoyance though can’t imagine himself ever being weak in any sense. Regardless of what class they are in so, the Berserker ignored that fact as that would be an embarrassment to himself.

>:( how dare you

       Font of unease remains steady on her face as she listens to him speak.  When he is finished, however, she allows a small breath of tension to leave her body.  The King of Knights remains on guard (for she always was), and yet for the time being it seemed a large portion of her worries are settled.