#virtuesyukimura

She would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious. The exquicite armor she saw back at the Halloween party was truly something that left an impression. Much to her dismay, however, her interactions with the person in question left much to be desired in terms of length. She was thirsty for more.. The witch’s curiosity had to be satiated!

Huh.

Ask and you shall receive, they say, but this was a bit too convenient...! During one of her strolls through a park filled with the promise of spring and renewal, her eyes meet with none other than the person she had been looking for. Perhaps this spring was also one for new beginnings.

Phecda just smirks. A single word in their native tongue is spoken-- sounding like the words “Polaris/devoted/I serve/I praise” said all at once. The crystals sticking out from their arms start glowing, and with a warbling croon the star starts slashing at the monsters, tearing them into ribbons. It’s not long before the area is covered in heart-shaped smoke. 

The star just walks out of the mess, a twisted smile on their face. Too long, it had been far too long since they last had fun like this!

...Oh, someone else is there. The star pauses for a moment, smile fading as they stare at them. ...What did those characters do in a situation like this...?

Ah.

“Love Star Phecda wins once again~! No evil will escape my Poarlis-serving crystals!” The tone, overly cheery. The pose, ridiculously cute. The eyes...? Void of all emotion.

They’re trying with this cutsy thing, but man is it hard....

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Fall down seven times, get up eight. 

But this is more like the thousandth time he’s had to get back on his feet instead of just lying down to die. He’s covered in small scrapes and cuts, plus a few more serious wounds that are still dripping with blood. But he’s not bleeding out; he’s good. He’s a survivor. Again.

What’s the point of surviving when they don’t?

He isn’t the type to appeal for help. He does things his own way, and that doesn’t include asking a crowd of strangers for bandages or directions to a hospital. Instead, he straightens himself up as much as possible, stares ahead, and . . . frowns.

His eyes have come to rest on a stranger in magnificent red armour: a samurai’s armour, surely. And it pisses him off. There are real wars out there - he’s just come from one -  these days, armour only slows you down so you’re easier to pick off. This idiot‘s playing samurai while the last real samurai get themselves blown up or maimed. 

Seeing a familiar face--regardless of how little time they had known each other for--was a bit of a relief.

“Oh, Sanada-san--Er...what...are you wearing...exactly...?”

When was he ever good about holding his alcohol? Never. Such strong drinks weren’t common in the Valley--spare wine, but this too was something he rarely drank--so holding his own only lasted a minor amount of drinks. Despite this, it’s not called Liquid Courage for nothing. Not that he needs courage.

In terms of function, that’s basically it! Firing the weapons will emit a beam and leave small discs on whatever surface you point it at. Materialization takes about two seconds, roughly.

Hope that helps!