[center][color=orange][h1][b]Scylla[/b] [/h1][i][h3]Servant Berserker[/h3][/i][/color][/center] [hr] [center]Walking Away From The Redrock Catholic Church [/center] [hr] As a servant, Scylla was glad she could understand things like all the other human languages that had arisen since her time. So...interesting really when it came down to it. And her master's friend didn't seem to do well with this "English" anyways, but it was a nice thought to think her master wasn't alone in this. It was so easy for humans to want to isolate themselves, societal creatures as they were, but they didn't really know how it was to become something [b]utterly distanced[/b] from the rest of the world. To be a creature spoken of only in legend and hushed whispers to scare young human children and sailors into line. Albeit, she had proven that right for the latter, but that wasn't the main point of her train of thought. True loneliness, caused by the immature actions of a petty witch, and the affections of a god whom she did not care for in return. A normal thing for the Age of Gods. [color=orange]"Ah. I guess if you could, you'd want to be able to speak without me knowing what's said, eh Master? haha!"[/color] the young-looking Berserker said in English as her master and master's companion went on in German, being blunt with what could be considered a harsh guess at her master's thoughts and feelings. It was not a guess the Berserker made lightly, but it was an educated one. From the time she had been summoned and noted her class and true name to the blindfolded woman, Scylla had felt a sort of...distance between her and her master. Like a gap, the kind she had felt in life when even [b]he[/b] he looked upon her with nothing but scorn and human loathing as he slew her for simply getting in [i]his[/i] way. It....was disgusting to feel like that again, but she was more than used to it. Internally it was a little source of frustration, though not something she'd let slip out in her persona outwardly. No, that might just make things worse. So instead she had done her best to be good to her master, but even then such efforts were starting to feel like little to nothing in meaningfulness. The fact her Mad Enhancement was always off since summoning was perhaps one sign of their relationship as well, for all she knew. Then again it was also logical and made basic sense to not have a wild monster roaring about and messing up things. Haha! But....to be in this human form again was more than a little nice. The fresh breeze on her skin, the smell of the sea from afar without the metallic stench of blood filling her nostrils at the same time, the ability to eat normal humans foods again. How she had missed those things, and to be able to enjoy them once more was a true treat. Of course in some part it was odd feeling to her, like a wolf wearing sheep's clothing, but that didn't deter her enjoyment at all. However, Scylla took pause for a moment, her jovial look fading to something...different as they began to pass a certain area. This feeling that seemed to briefly enter the local air, her senses as a servant picking up something on the edge of things that was...familiar. Ah. This couldn't be an Assassin, now could it? Or she wouldn't have been able to pick up anything at all unless they were amidst preparations to attack. Though in any case~ [color=orange]"Master, you and your friend go hide right now, ok? I think i sense an enemy servant nearby,"[/color] the white-haired teenage servant noted aloud again in English to her master and master's friend, a smile coming back to her face as she finished her speaking, the thrill of excitement thrumming under her veins like a pulse running through her veins and blood vessels. She was no Caster who could pick things up at a better range than this, but being a servant of course they could sense each other when close enough. And she was picking up something with her senses as a servant, though the faint hint of excitement she almost felt she was noting as well was perhaps her imagination at work. Or was it? Either way she didn't care. Danger was here, and her master needed to get to saftey. Heh. As much as her master might believe a monster saying for her to be safe, eh? Hilarious, really. [@RolePlayerRoxas][@VitaVitaAR][@Raineh Daze] [hr] [center][color=violet][h1][b]Evangeline Henderson[/b] [/h1][i][h3]Master of Assassin[/h3][/i][/color][/center] [hr] [center]House, Near the Beach of Redrock[/center] [hr] [color=violet]"Ah...so your that kind of person, eh? Haha! It's no problem! Just having someone to drink with is good enough for me!"[/color] the female master said, taking another swig of her own bottle of sake after speaking to her servant, her jubilant mood not seemingly ruined by the servant's open threat and seeming lack of care for anything but savoring some drink, with Evangeline herself seeming to not mind her servant's conditions set forth as they were without any complaints. In truth, Evangeline wanted to get this junk over with, but sitting back and drinking was not something she'd argue with. Much less, she'd not argue again her servant here wanting to sit back. Not with those stats and such anyways, which seemed odd for an Assassin. But the name she recognized, mainly from some mulling about stuck in a library once when half-drunk and trying to kill the buzz so she could drive home. A real damned demon as it were, but considering the apparent love of drink the American woman didn't mind the demon not being something like a loyal knights open to her orders or something. So long as at the end of the day they were alive, she felt fine with the arrangement. [color=violet]"But yeah, once we get back, i'll do a check on my familiars....then maybe show you some of the harder stuff i brought here with me. Not sure how a demon would think of it, but why not try a swig or few, eh?"[/color] the female master said, her words sobering up a bit for a minute, but returning to a jovial sort of tone by the end. The faster they registered with the person at the Church, the faster they got back here. That she was content with. Her familiars under the house were growing very well, those on the leyline were spreading even faster than that, and that would be crucial to her survival strategy. Her magecraft revolved in part around these familiars, and using them for various means was the crux of her plan. Having a lot of them around meant that she could multi-task things if needed, spy about the town without having to move away at all from her base, even attack or infiltrate from a range as well. They leyline hid the presence of her familiars that were breeding in it like rabbits on aphrodisiacs, and attempts to use Earth Magecraft to attack them greatly risked harming the leyline as a result...which would be bad for any mage wanting to make use of said leyline. Further, any mage trying to use the leyline there in particular could be traced back by here familiars. [@Raineh Daze]