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himagsikan2018-04-03 07:38 pm
painalty) wrote in himagsikan2018-04-03 07:38 pm
we were the kings and queens of promise [closed; for freshy]
[Vienna was breezy this time of year, but more than that, it was the stage for a minor singularity that caused the city to be overrun with monsters. Marie and d'Eon were needed to put down druids creating hordes of homunculi that invaded Vienna, so of course, where did that leave the men of Salon de Marie?
There was something more. More than just the runaway druids terrorizing the townspeople. Sanson and Mozart were placed on the case. Here they were, walking through the outskirts of a small village. It was deserted, after some Servants had spearheaded an evacuation effort. Gone were the bustle of the streets, the rowdy ballads issuing from the taverns, the screech and scrape of old fiddles in inexperienced hands. The market stalls were empty, and the only sounds to be heard was the whisper of the wind blowing past, and the footsteps of two mismatched Servants. Sanson would have preferred to undertake this mission alone, but Marie had wanted him and Mozart to watch each other's backs. If anything happened to either of them she would be inconsolable, and she finally persuaded them to go with each other.
Not really, Sanson would think to himself. Better for him to be hurt than her.
With his hands in his pockets, he plods onward, his expression unreadable except for the usual morose look in his eyes. He had a bad feeling about the place, but it didn't show in his expression. Nonetheless, he kept his guard up, and glanced over his shoulder at his traveling companion.]
Fate [HA HA HA DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE] must be cruel, bringing us together like this. [His frigid blue eyes flick skyward as though seeking some divine intervention that would separate him from this weirdo.] Have you noticed anything yet?
There was something more. More than just the runaway druids terrorizing the townspeople. Sanson and Mozart were placed on the case. Here they were, walking through the outskirts of a small village. It was deserted, after some Servants had spearheaded an evacuation effort. Gone were the bustle of the streets, the rowdy ballads issuing from the taverns, the screech and scrape of old fiddles in inexperienced hands. The market stalls were empty, and the only sounds to be heard was the whisper of the wind blowing past, and the footsteps of two mismatched Servants. Sanson would have preferred to undertake this mission alone, but Marie had wanted him and Mozart to watch each other's backs. If anything happened to either of them she would be inconsolable, and she finally persuaded them to go with each other.
Not really, Sanson would think to himself. Better for him to be hurt than her.
With his hands in his pockets, he plods onward, his expression unreadable except for the usual morose look in his eyes. He had a bad feeling about the place, but it didn't show in his expression. Nonetheless, he kept his guard up, and glanced over his shoulder at his traveling companion.]
Fate [HA HA HA DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE] must be cruel, bringing us together like this. [His frigid blue eyes flick skyward as though seeking some divine intervention that would separate him from this weirdo.] Have you noticed anything yet?