#schwrzer

perhaps crow would check it out on the next day; right now, he was kind of curious about his place to stay at. as much as he had not accustomed to this place, he wasn’t expecting a mansion, nor did he even know how long he was going to stay. but alas.

at least he could get some more information about spiral; thanks to the bartender. trying to escape was out of question, there was no escape. and nobody really knew what this place was about-- only the scientists knew. but there was no way to talk to them either.

ah, what a shame. 

crow walked back to the apartment complex and checked his cellphone to find out about his condo. it took him a bit of searching, but after he found it, he unlocked the door and looked around.  

very intersting architecture... and very big on top of that. and according to the shoes resting close by the door, he could tell that he wasn’t the only one at home right now. although... he could have sword he had seen this pair of boots before.

after some walking around, crow found himself quite amused about the place. it looked very comfy, but even then there was not trace of his supposed new roommate. until he heard a nearby voice. someone seemed in... distress. and to make things worse, he could even recognize this voice.

furrowing his brows, he followed the source of the voice and... unbelievable! he was rooming with his friend, rival and partner rean!? 

finding this damsel being in distress was oddly amusing for the former chevalier, so he decided to approach the boy and ruffled his hair.

“what’s up, teach?” he asked joyfully, “you sound like a damsel being in distress!”

A warm smile surfaces ‘pon the hero’s relaxed countenance, gaze briefly flickering to the ceiling as he pondered over what he had available. Assuming he probably didn’t come out all this way for a mere glass of water, the next best thing that he could think of———aside from the wine that was strictly off limits———sat plain as day in the bowls on the counter: fruit picked fresh from the garden out front.

“Hmm, I might have an idea for that. Do you like smoothies at all, Rean?”

Dropped for you!

Her words had been directed toward him, but her eyes stayed straight ahead, sharp as knives that might slice through whatever crossed their way. Excalibur was poised to strike. There was no hiding just how tense she was, she’d not even attempted to hide it. “Which way say you?” She heard footfalls. Someone was near. Her shoulders arched up, her stance combat-ready “Who goes there?”

So it’ was the time again. From what Seiichirou had gathered the incidents came every other month - or so he’d heard. It’d be easy to check it off as strange weather phenomenon but Seiichirou knew better than that. 

With the lack of any sort of abilities and his vulnerability towards magic Seiichirou knew better than wander about aimlessly so he’d taken route to where seemed to be no mist. The spread however happened faster than expected, swallowing Seiichirou deep into its’ innards before he got far enough.

He hadn’t the time to really fully take his surroundings, or rather the lack of it, in before they appeared. Seiichirou paled on sight, nearly falling. He didn’t have any ways to defend himself - the best he could do was to guard his vitals... But these weren’t second order knights. These creatures were what seemed disemboweled head with horns with mouth open from all sides. They wouldn’t kick him in the abdomen.

One would have thought the duel finished with the sight of the other’s sword flying up in the air ——— midday light ricocheting off the blade, before landing onto the ground with sharp ringing. The (supposed) victor had lowered the Sincleaver with a sigh of (short-lived) relief, lowering his guard for but a moment; unknowingly allowing himself to fall prey to an (unarmed) counterattack.

Battle-worn armor thus cushioned his unceremonious fall from grace, bewildered gaze raised upward toward the man who’d pinned him down without a single weapon to be had; the fire in his eyes so intense, it may very well have put the Blazing Sword to shame. “...You really aren’t the type to give up, are you?” 

@schwrzer​ said:     ❛ What are you doing? ❜

     HE CAN FEEL THE UNCERTAIN gaze fixed upon him, watching every movement of his with substantial interest, despite having his back turned. The swordsman awaits his prescription from the cot in the exam room, as the apothecary flits from drawer to drawer of the large chest containing a variety of medicinal ingredients. Though it would seem waiting isn’t all he’s keen to do, because as Baizhu adds the final component to his medicine, the young man pipes up with a question. And so Baizhu turns a head past his shoulder, directing him an easygoing smile.      “ I’m adding dried Qingxin flowers... You strained your shoulder, and this, in addition to the correct mixture of herbs, should promote healing and help ease your pain. ”  With pestle in hand, the petals and herbs are then ground into a fine dust against the stone mortar; Baizhu, focused again on his work, continues throughout the steady process.  “ You’ll want to mix this with hot water and drink it — much like one would prepare tea. Roughly two spoonfuls per glass, as needed. ”

oh?

for some reason crow was a bit... taken aback by that. it had been a good while since all that stuff happened back in the world war. he understood that rean wasn't having it if he were to lose a close friend.

but now they were in a strange place together, unaware of what dangers there'd be outside.

it was obvious that rean didn't want to lose him. again. no matter what.

the older man huffed softly, lips turn into a smile while his gaze was fixed at the raven. "heh, i'm not goin' anywhere, rean. i promise."

he wouldn't leave this idiot alone either. he was way too much of a danger magnet anyway.