█║ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʙᴇʟʟᴜᴍ ⇢ LIVING WEAPON RP (O/A)

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  Vesper had proved to be a bountiful feeding ground, producing more delicious meat than that forest could ever provide. While his previous home was limited in the fresh food it could provide, the city had been endless. Humans were born daily, the cries of newborns stirring a carnal desire to hunt and to feast. But the young were never good. They were chewy and fatty, while the adults were tender and lean. Jaws snapped as the monster thought of such things and the details of how humans tasted and the difference in muscles between young and old. All the while a urge throbbed in his mind: feast, feast. It echoed constantly, driving him to jump to the adjacent rooftop of the building he was currently perched on. Feast, feast! The desire came faster as the wind blew through the midnight fur along his face and back. Landing on the next roof the monster let out a screech that echoed through the air and was carried by the various buildings throughout all of Vesper. Under him, the sound of shattering glass was heard, his shrill roar having broken the glass of the building under and the two next to it.
  
  As his call quieted, the sound of howls echoed back to him, a signal from his pack. Food? They had found food. Snapping his jaws once more, the creature lifted his head and stood up slightly on his hind legs. Looking in the direction of the howls, golden orbs peered into the distance before the monster fell back onto all fours, hissed and jumped up onto the side of a taller building. Where most monsters would have fallen immediately, this one clung to the building with his claws. Chunks of concrete fell to the ground as he moved, crawling across the side of the building before jumping off, the spines on his arms extending to reveal leathery hide that caught wind and allowing him to glide to the next building. This method of travel continued until he came to rest on another roof, fur bristling as he watched a mother and child running from two frenzied monsters. Roaring once more, the small chase came to a halt, on both sides, the monsters turning to look at the behemoth that jumped from the roof. Barking in a excited manner, the black beast approached the trembling mother and child, tail twitching out commands for the smaller creatures.
  
  While the humans were focused on the larger of the group, the smaller ones crept to flank them, ensuring that if they did regain their confidence and attempt to run, they would fail. To ensure a meal, one could never be too cautious. Humans driven by fear ran the most and often ran until someone saved them. To cut off their escape route meant they were doomed and that realization was what made the meal that much sweeter.
  
  The woman turned her head and the sound that escaped her throat made the black monster advance closer. More. Make more of those sounds, mortal. Another step, claws digging into the concrete in order to make the woman's attention snap back to the monster. Golden orbs entranced the prey, the woman's form trembling as she began to see her life flash before her eyes. The moment was about to rise: the climax of the event. Seeing the reflection in her eyes, the behemoth roared once more, stunning the woman and child back to reality. Her lips moved but her language fell on disinterested ears, the other three monsters advancing forward, closing in the space.
  
  Snapping his jaws, they lunged, tearing the child away from her and she screamed bloody murder as her beloved child was killed before her eyes. The smaller monsters crowded the body and feasted while the mother watched frozen in horror. Yet she knew that she was going to be reunited with her child soon enough. As her attention came back to the black creature she saw just how close it was now. The woman could feel the monsters breath against her face, blowing blonde bangs from her emerald orbs that were dull and uncaring. There it was, that broken state of mind. Death was staring her in the face, breathing against her delicate skin. Jaws opened revealing glimmering, razor sharp teeth.
  
  Snap!
  
  Death consumed her and her soul passed from her body, leaving nothing but a food source behind. However one would not be enough as this monster was quite hungry. Quickly eating the delicious meat from her bones, the monster took to the rooftops once more, prowling for more humans. With a hiss, he climbed onto a building and made his way to the one place that the most populated location at this time of day: the large building that young adults flocked to. More food! That nagging feeling was already back, making his movements increase in fervor as the building came into view. What caught his attention most were the humans already fleeing from the campus. No, that would not do, would it? Screeching once more, a large group of students froze and clasped their hands over their ears, shielding themselves from the shrill cry.
  
  They cursed and looked around, wondering where the noise had come from. As some were shrugging and beginning to continue on their way, a large body descended onto them, a choir of screams filling the air. What few could escape the snapping jaws of the beast returned to school grounds in hopes the school building would protect them. Wrong, they were wrong. However for the time being, those who had perished under his landing would be devoured. Once again, it was not enough. An insatiable appetite awaited the humans, an endless stomach that knew no bounds. Stepping into the gate of the school, several shrieks met the monsters ears, the noise like nails raking across a chalkboard. Growling, he snapped his maw at them, watching as the students began to retreat into the building, away from the bunny monster and the new threat.

[Hitokiri Hitaru]

✦location: Fancy Rich Kid School xxxxxx ✦Company: Eir, Rikuxxxxxx ✦Mentions: Sionisxxxxxx




Prince of Air? Becker couldn't help but chuckle at the suggested title bestowed upon him by Eir. Rubbing his pinched cheek slightly to lessen the pain, he certainly felt his mood improving, albeit slowly. Prince of Air certainly sounded better than Prince of Roses. More masculine, more powerful. A smug smile formed on his lips as he lightly waved at the blonde as she floated away, no doubt looking for something to amuse herself with until their baby-sitting duty was over. He checked his phone once more, letting out a soft sigh in relief. Fifteen more minutes weren't too bad. The brown-haired wielder watched in mild fascination as some of the teenagers were leaving the main building, heading out the front gate, presumably to go home. Closer and closer to freedom. He lightly tapped his foot on the ground, a prelude to the humming that he started after a moment, recalling a song he heard earlier that morning on the radio. He thought back towards his weapon once he received her text, relief that things appeared to be looking good from her high vantage point. That meant that the other wielders were getting their missions completed and hopefully the city would be back to its usual chaotic self by the evening. He quickly composed a reply for Eir and pressed send.

To: MY OLD LADY
Good eye. Keep up the good work.
And Prince of Air isn't too shabby.
I like it!

The sound of the bell ringing was the most beautiful thing he'd heard all day. "Thank god..." he sighed as he pushed himself off the wall. He intended on collecting Eir from her little floaty trip that she seemed to be enjoying so much. As Becker raised his head to find where the Magnum Opus had floated off to, he did his best to ignore the giggles brought on by numerous school girls as they passed him on their way out. He cared little by how cool the glasses-wearing wielder looked. He knew he looked cool and he didn't need the validation of some stupid teenagers to make it true. Eir liked him enough and that was enough for him at the end of the day. Feeling his phone vibrate again in his hand, he glanced down at the screen, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Was she for real? Eir was an all powerful Magnum Opus capable of flight....and she got herself stuck? What was she, a cat? What happened to happy floaty time? "Please be joking."

To: MY OLD LADY
...are you for real?
Please don't tell me you got self-conscious again!
C'mon!
They're teenagers! They see weirder s**t than a floating blonde lady!
That should be normal to them!
Just do your ethereal floaty thing and let the little bastards be jealous.

"Stuck...my a**," Becker grumbled irritably. His irritation would have continued if not for the screams from the students still lingering by the school building. His crimson-colored eyes immediately narrowed as he watched a group of student panic and run for the nearest building, something that only caused a smile to form on his lips again. A taste of the action at the rich people school? His luck was still intact, it seemed. That meant he just had to find where Eir had claimed to have gotten herself stuck and the two of them would be out for blood. It took everything in him to keep himself from squealing in delight at the prospect of fighting. Hearing his lovely companion call for him was music to his ears. "Here, Eir!" Oh was he happy to see Eir and mildly grateful to her for apparently saving some shrimpy looking student...not so much the monster she appeared to have sealed off. "You know I'm not one to question your judgement, right?" The wielder began slowly as he took a step closer before raising his hand to point ant the rabbit-looking monstrosity. "....can I question it for a moment?"

Things were a bit on the unusual side, but still under control. Becker studied the monster for a moment before glancing down at his phone. "Para Bellum lists the reward with a decent enough payment...think we can kill the thing in like...what...five minutes? That shouldn't be too hard," he mused with a firm nod of his head. He would have continued on with further instructions, but paused when he heard the shattering of glass, lots of glass. "Eir....was there another one of those things?" No, this sounded a lot bigger than the bunny monster. And then he saw it, the massive black hulking form of yet another opponent. Becker almost dropped his phone.

"Kid....skinny noodle kid that Eir saved....your aptitude....w-what's it in?" Becker asked softly as he made his way closer to Eir. "You're not some sucky average brat who limits himself by what a stupid test says right? Want some first hand experience in being a wielder?" he asked with a laugh. He turned his attention to Eir and offered her an uneasy smile. "You remember that mission we saw at the bulletin board back at Para Bellum. The one that said the recommended wielder number was three? Well...ahahaha...we sort of have a problem at the moment.....like...we're sort of ********]

[Hitokiri Hitaru]

Receiving praise for her victory suited Murasaki quite nicely. While she would have preferred the praise of a wielder, such a thing was not possible since she had none of her own. Still, she'd take what she could get, even if it was a bit short-lived. Being instructed to take Ashe to Para Bellum irked the Magnum Opus though. She wasn't going to do her bidding, and in know way was she a baby-sitter for some designer. The inky-haired girl remained silent as Elizabeth confirmed that that was the last of the monsters in the area, meaning once again the fun was done. She said nothing as she bowed politely to the other weapon, slowly waving her hand as she parted from the group. That just left her and the girl alone together, standing in the relatively tame damage-ridden Blacksmith's Den and she was at a loss of what to do.

"Per my agreement with the owner of the Antique shop...I can't leave Blacksmith's Den...for any reason," Murasaki said softly as she sheathed her katana before having it disappear from sight once more. She wiped her hands on her skirt before pointing to the shop once more. "I'm not sure where you want to go, but you can hang out here till high alert is over. I'm sure Para Bellum will declare the area safe soon." Murasaki didn't wait for the petite girl to follow as she made her way over to the antique shop, assessing the storefront to make sure she didn't have much to report to Clover upon his return. The windows had cracked a bit, but that's what the man got for buying poor-quality ones to replace the ones broken on the last monster sighting in Blacksmith's Den. "I keep telling him he'll save money if he just gets the better windows, but no...don't listen to me~" she grumbled as she moved back to the front door and promptly unlocked it.

Despite the damage done outside, the antique shop's interior was completely undisturbed. A couple glass bottles had fallen over, but nothing had broken during the fight. Murasaki quickly corrected all the fallen items and nodded to herself in approval. There wasn't much for the old man to be upset about upon his return. Settling back behind the counter, the weapon wondered whether or not to prepare tea or not, unsure of whether or not the designer would come inside. Shrugging shoulders, she turned on the electronic tea kettle once she made sure that there was at least enough water inside for two cups. She carefully laid out two cups, the nicer china cups that Clover allowed her to use for tea as opposed to the cheap styrofoam she hated so much. Hearing the door opened, she looked over and held up two boxes.

"Two choices, black tea or green."



✦location: Blacksmith's Den - Clover Antiques xxxxxx ✦Company: Ashe xxxxxx ✦Mentions: N/Axxxxxx ✦Wearing: Black School uniform

[DollaDollaBillYall]

aaaaaAshe followed the dark-haired katana into the shop. The Magnum opus gave off the impression of someone who was helping her purely out of courtesy and seemed fairly annoyed at the prospect of having to look after her. She complained an awful lot and just seemed to not want to deal with whatever was going around her right now. Terribly rude all around, Ashe's high class upbringing her would not allow her to describe Murasaki as a bit of a b***h but her wry sense of humor and distaste for high society definitely would. This is why she had no friends, or at least that's what she told herself.

aaaaa"I can cover the window repair cost." it was a paltry sum to her. If she was a different sort of character, she might have performed what was commonly known as an Ojou-sama laugh, complete with hand-on-opposite-side-of-mouth gesture and a rich "Oh ho ho ho ho ho" as she swatted a thick wad of cash around. Of course, she was not that sort of character and she only carried enough cash to buy drinks from vending machines. Usually she just paid for everything by credit card. "It's the least I can do for sheltering me."

aaaaa"Black, please," In all honesty, she did not enjoy the taste of tea. Ashe preferred the strong taste of coffee over what basically amounted to boiling water with leaves in it. While Ashe perfectly fit the description of a lovely, demure, elegant, and perfect aristocrat's daughter, the image of her sitting on a balcony in a summer dress enjoying a freshly brewed cup of tea from a tiny cup in the afternoon was something that simply did not occur. Buck naked at 6am while downing a half liter of the highest quality supermarket coffee she could find from a cheap thermos before heading out of her studio apartment and to the workshop was something that more closely resembled the reality she lived in. That being said, it was rude to refuse hospitality, as half-assed as it seemed to be.

aaaaaWhile she waited patiently, she decided to pop the question she had been meaning to ask the moment the other girl left. "Are you bored, Ms. Murasaki?" She asked, it certainly seemed like she was and Ashe had an eye for finding annoying details. "Do you really want to spend the rest of the foreseeable future sitting in a secluded corner of the Blacksmith's den with your only company being the old man who runs this place and the occasional visitor who has come to gawk at some low quality trash in the window pretending to be you?"


Location: Blacksmith's Den | Company: Murasaki | Feeling: Not bad

[hahamovedaccounts]

tab LOCATION: A school tab STATUS: Still hungry tab HEALTH: 98 %
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  Feed.
  
  A moment's relief would strike the rabbit before it would feel teeth and beak sinking deeper into it's shoulder, tearing muscle and breaking bones. A squeal escaped it's maw and the white creature squirmed more. No, there was no escape. Not now. Strength evaporated and the black monster felt it, taking the opportunity to pin the rabbit to the ground and forcefully rip a chunk from the pinned body. Another shrill cry, one for mercy. Mercy, mercy! It yelled, only to be earn what could be considered a laugh from the black creature above it. As enjoying as it was to hear the poor thing beg for mercy, there was no entertainment in letting such a weak thing live any longer. How dissatisfying. Jaws snapping once more, a swift slice across it's jugular was all it took to end the pathetic monsters existence. Now it was nothing more than food. Monsters were like humans, in a sense. Though they relied on their natural instincts, the body was set up almost the same. The important arteries were in the neck, dealing a quick death if punctured or cut.
  
  Feeding was first priority, the two behind him could wait. Of course the creature knew he needed to keep some for his pack, less a riot would break out. As to avoid any bickering between him and the pack, the pieces he favored was eaten first and the body was pushed to the side. Blood dripping from his maw, the behemoth turned to inspect the two humans who had the bravado to stand against him. Fools? Yes, quite so. Wielders had been hot on his trail for the past week, groups as large as five tangling with the monster in hopes to reap both the reward for slaying him and the rare materials his body would give those accursed designers that created those living weapons.
  
  Adrenaline flooded the creatures veins, his body shuddering as his vision was bathed in red. Raising his head and sucking in a breath, the monsters wings flared and he roared loudly. The cry shattered the glass of the building, causing students to scream and back away from the windows. Huffing out, jaws snapped once more as he began to advance on the two, eyes watching as the woman transformed into a weapon. So they were a pair, that would explain the strange behavior of the wind earlier. This weapons abilities would prove difficult, as the wind could easily catch in his wings and knock him off balance. However, his eyes focused on the boy with red rimmed glasses, he appeared incompetent in how to wield her abilities to their fullest extent. Maybe this would be just as easy as all the other foolish heroes who came seeking glory only to find destruction.
  
  Attack!
  
  The monster leapt at the two, maw open to show gleaming fangs and claws red from the previous kill. The prey that would satisfy the creatures hunger would be this boy, but first he would play with his food. After all, aside from that woman earlier, there had barely been any exciting in the creatures day.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIo memorial smithy > Black Smiths den ◦ The Designer Stargazer ◦ No one > Looking for Ashe ◦ Agitated

"High-alert area my a**, I ******** live here..."
the dark brown haired man grumbled as he walked down the pavement with a steel dolly, you know
one of those things that people used to move whole pallets of products and sometimes half ton
furniture sets. On the damaged piece of machinery was a large black tempered metal case that
was larger than he was and looked to be some strange coffin for a giant. It had handles on the side
like someone expected someone else to be able to carry it around like a suitcase. "I don't have
time for some stupid High-Alert notice, I need to find Nee-chan so I can have her look over the
mechanics of this thing, besides you'd think with how many weapons we make, wielders and the
like would, I dunno, take care of it sooner? Seriously, these things aren't just for show," Kiyoshi
continued to mumble to himself, the crowd of people that would once in a while fill the streets of the
den was missing.

Kiyoshi hadn't exactly woken up on the right side of the bed either. An alarm that sounded just
outside the smithy (where he now lived) waking him up quite rudely as some, monster once again
pranced around like nobody's business. The news that day while he was trying to drink his morning
coffee just reiterated what was happening right outside of his window, his projects and designs just
falling off the walls and the few dishes that still remained intact shattered on the floor. Well save for
the cherished coffee mug he drank out of. It really wasn't a good start to his day. As usual the man
didn't even bother changing out of the clothes he wore to bed and just threw on a sweater when he
just finally decided he wasn't going to wait on some shitty monster's agenda.

If it's not clear at this point the large case that Kiyoshi pushed around the streets was a new project
of his, one that was took up a large chunk of his year, and probably had just recently made into a
fully operating "weapon" though unsure as ever, it's a bit obvious why he was lugging it around just
to find another designer. Kiyoshi had many projects like this, not at the same time, and certainly not
as large as the one in the case, but the man never seemed to not be working on another Arma
Vivere. At this point he's had so many projects like this he could be called the boy who cried "Opus"
since apparently every project he made was going to be a Magnum Opus, but they never were, just
normal weapons. Designers just put up with it now a days, righting it off as just something he said
and never believed, but who knows maybe what was in the giant case could become a Magnum
Opus.

Anyway apparently the thing was important, one would think someone would just keep the weapon
in the shop and call the person they wanted over instead of hauling it around town in the open not
even knowing where said person was during a high-alert period. It must be something he really
needed the designer 'Ashe' too see. "Ashe nee sama! Come out where
ever you are! Nee-sama!" the brown haired man just called out to closed up shops and
homes clear no monster was going to stop him from getting work done as he approached a local
antique shop.

[moolah1237]

HAZEL "HAZIE" JO LANG



• Hazie wandered aimlessly up and down the vacant streets, turning corners, passing through alleys, and going wherever her legs decided to take her. She'd lost count of how long she'd been patrolling and how many streets she'd already patrolled; at this point, she couldn't tell one from the other despite how long she'd been doing this. As Hazie turned onto the next street, her eyes narrowed suspiciously; she was sure she'd been here barely ten minutes ago.
  
  Since she hadn't seen much action all day (which meant less work for her, thank goodness), Hazie was getting bored and...a little sleepy. Plus, the heat wasn't helping at all. Then again, Hazie didn't take well to temperatures above low seventies and below fifties. Her discomfort was evident in her slightly sluggish movements as she muttered about the weather and temperatures and asked why everyday couldn't be sixty degrees. "So hot...," she groaned.
  
  From her pants pocket, Hazie pulled out a box of Pocky and struggled just to get it open. With half-lidded eyes, she stuck a chocolate-covered stick into one end of her mouth. Before she went two more steps, she decided to take a well-deserved break.
  
  Even through the fabric of her pants, she could feel the heat seeping into her skin from the cement on which she currently planted her butt. Her back was damp with sweat, causing her shirt to stick to the small of her back. Her mind was in a haze. She might have been hallucinating. If she hadn't known any better, she would've thought that she was high. But that was impossible, of course; and besides, her parents would probably kill her if - when - they ever found out about it.
  
  She didn't hear it coming, but suddenly, she saw movement to her left. Hazie rolled backwards, biting down and snapping the Pocky stick that was in her mouth in the process. Luckily, she'd caught it along the way before it touched the ground and whatever the thing was barreled right through the spot where she'd just been sitting. With one hand on the sidewalk and the other behind her holding the half-eaten Pocky, she instinctively got into her low-crouch stance and took in her surroundings.
  
  Great. Hardly any action all day and now two come charging at me at the same time. Another form whizzed by, this time to her right. Better make that three.
  
  Hazie had just enough time to break off nearly two inches of the remaining Pocky before she sprung up, dodging attacks using her nimbleness and gymnastics background while hardly trying at all. More than once, though, her lack of effort proved to be costing her, resulting in several scuffs on her skin and tears in her clothing. "Aww, dammit!" Hazie smirked, brewing mischief glinting in her eyes. "You brutes owe me a new outfit!" All she got in reply were some violent hissing/roaring sounds at which she rolled her eyes and claws swiping through the air under which she ducked.
  
  Sidestepping two of the monsters, Hazie pulled out her prized MP5K and aimed, hoping that the monsters were of low enough level that her normal weapon would at least do some sizable damage.
  
  She had no such luck.
  
  Well, crap. Looks like I'm screwed. Where was Faust when she needed him? Knowing that she couldn't keep this up much longer, she decided to rely on her speed for now. Hazie took off down an alley, occasionally turning around to sink more of her bullets into the monsters. Given the massive amount of shots she'd already fired, it looked like she was successful in slowing them down somewhat. One higher-level monster, her MP5K could take down just fine. But three? She'd never had such good fortune so as to test it out.
  
  
  ooc ;; temp post layout please don't look at it gahh
  will fix it soon/when i get the chance!
  and this post probably doesn't make any sense/have any substance, but...yeah.
  please let me know if i got anything mixed up/wrong because i am a terribly confused person at three in the morning. =__________=;

[Minoshiya]

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✝━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Ȓiku Ɖesmonda
The Unregistered Wielder

I ain’t no demon, Lord. But neither are you...
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A moment's confusion had disappeared quickly from the student, especially when he realized what the girl that was previously holding him was. Riku's purple eyes watched the two's interaction, as this had been his first time witnessing an actual arma viviere in person, but something about the way they talked to eachother was just so...informal. It image in most people's minds when it came to Wielders were these professional men and women who were powerful and respectful individuals in society. Someone to look up to, Riku believed. But when he looked at Becker...a part of him thought that the guy could use a few extra inches in the height department if he ever wanted to be taken seriously. Of course, that embarrassing thought nearly became vocal when the guy started to address Riku in person. Noodly kid..? Speak for yourself, midget. A twitch came from his brow at the title, but then when he was asked for his aptitude on the matter, Riku knew that he wasn't going to be at all supportive in the matter.

Not with a Nyvril present.

"Are you crazy? None of the students here know how to wield a weapon, other than the ones we've been given in instruction!" Riku said out loud, getting back onto his feet and looking up at the animal that had wandered into the city. They were common enough in the deep forests outside the city, but how had one wandered pas the walls would remain a mystery to the student. "Be careful when it roars! A Nyvril's vocal chords can disorient most creatures within a close vicinity." It was a basic lesson in biology and the study of monsters, but Riku never thought he'd actually have to put it into practice. The only thing he knew was the anatomy of the beast and how it moved, but that wasn't going to help the wielder at all since a majority of the creatures movements were sudden to begin with. Anything Riku could possibly shout out would take too long for the wielder to react to, which made him feel essentially useless in the combat situation in front of them.

Then, it was the weapon that actually spoke out that drew Riku's attention. She told him to tend to the students inside while she was likely going to head deeper into battle with her partner. A better idea than what the short kid had in mind, but Riku was still skeptical that these two could handle a monster on their own without backup. No choice.. Turning around, Riku ran towards the school doors and made sure to take care of the situation within.

Of course, when the roar did come and windows had been shattered, a majority of his task to handle everybody was already done. Nobody wanted to move now and everyone got away from the windows after they shattered from the powerful vibrations the creature sent out. Most kids were hiding in the classrooms, huddled together with some teachers there to act as though everything was under control. But for Riku, his mind was still running a million thoughts per second on what to do, until he realized that there was some form of way he could help, at least safely. The school PA system was lined all around the corners of the school, loud enough to likely confuse and bewilder Nyvril from the sounds that would come out from strange areas, and likely make it believe that there were bigger threats around.

With that thought in mind, Riku was running through the hallways while looking outside from the corner of his eyes. Nyvril had killed some small beast that had gotten in its way and he managed to see the girl transform into what appeared to have been a halberd. He stopped running, entranced already and quickly stuck his head out to stare at the design.T-that design...its amazing! The blade has been polished to a mirror-sheen and carefully crafted to provide sharp sides to support the tip. The bottom half also features a carefully thought out tip, though not as sharp, it would definitely pierce the skin and provide a form of defense if the wielder were to two hand it or have to reposte in the middle of a swing. The coating shows no damage, the detail is superb, and...and..and..! Riku wished he had a way to zoom in on the weapon itself to see its design further, as his eyes could only help him so far. The boy was so enamored by what Yeira had become that he didn't even remember his original task for a few moments. But eventually, reluctantly, Riku pulled himself away from the windows and whined at the fact that he couldn't study the weapon further, having ran the rest of the way to the broadcast room.

Once inside, Riku was quick to start flipping switches and turn on the system until he got the all green. Grabbing hold of the microphone, he took in a deep breath, and let his voice be heard throughout the entire school and outside, "Attack it while its distracted with this sound! I'll do my best!"








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They sleep with the criminals, That they aim to recruit↗
They .r a i s e. in their stadiums, A ҏѳɩʂѳηѳμʂ brood xxxx
I think they would. ȼ г ʉ ȼ ɨ ʄ ұ , Oh someone like you...xxxxxx

One day, will this be over?
w i l l. t h i s. b e. o v e r ?
W I L L . T H I S . B E . O V E R . . ?

[Hitokiri Hitaru]

With the tea selected and placed in their respective cups, Murasaki carefully poured hot water into the cup she set aside for the designer before carefully pushing it a little closer to the petite girl. As Ashe asked her question, the Magnum Opus remained quiet, her attention seemingly given to the task of pouring her own cup of tea, even though in truth she was processing it in her head. Was she bored? Of course she was bored. Who wouldn't be bored holed up in an antique shop for twenty-five years? She wanted to be out and fight monsters and demons as she had been created to, she was tired of sitting around playing some human's granddaughter simply for the sake of having a little more freedom. Murasaki didn't like the ten years she was stuck in her weapon-form on display in the window. She didn't like that such a cheap imitation was even thought to look remotely similar to her. But most of all, she wanted a wielder. She wanted to be a companion to someone who wanted to fight desperately to rid Vesper of all its ills. She wanted to go back to the days where she was assisting Kings in battles across the sea. This wasn't what she had been created for. Without a second thought, Murasaki nodded as she set down the kettle. "...more than you'll ever know," she replied softly.

Her brows furrowed as she listened to the designer continue on with her observations, all the more to her annoyance. "You think I want to be in this stupid hole in the wall shop? I don't have a choice!" Murasaki was quick to snap back, tired of being amiable. "Of course I don't want to be here! I want to be outside. I want to have a wielder who I can make a king! I want to fight by their side! I don't want to be here! Being here, being stuck in this place is the second-worst punishment for someone like me...it's either be here, or be locked in some vault in Para Bellum." What did Ashe know about her current situation anyway. "At least here I have a chance...slim as it is...for someone to get me out of here."

It was frustrating. Here she was, forced to sit in one place and watch the world go by outside the shop window and she was unable to join them. What was worse was that she put herself there when she killed that man. She did this to herself and she could blame no other, but even still...how cruel could humans be? Had she not been a loyal living weapon for over seven-hundred years? How could they overlook all that she had done due to one incident, one broken contract, and one dead human?

"Marren Walker was scum...and I don't regret killing him," Murasaki mumbled softly under her breath as she gazed down at her own tea cup. The thought of that man was enough to make shivers run down her spine. "I should have known better than to try and make such a person a king...he was never going to make it...I should have let him die when we fought that behemoth." If she had just ceased in assisting the man at that point, the monster would have killed him, it would have looked like his own mistake and she wouldn't have her pristine reputation tarnished. But she didn't and here she was. Murasaki lifted her cup to her lips and took a small sip.

"Before the person calling for you outside interrupts us further...what was the point of this conversation?"



✦location: Blacksmith's Den - Clover Antiques xxxxxx ✦Company: Ashe xxxxxx ✦Mentions: Kiyoshixxxxxx ✦Wearing: Black School uniform

[DollaDollaBillYall]

aaaaaThe topic took a short left turn and Murasaki started raging about her current life and her previous partner. Why was it going this way? That was none of Ashe's business, all she asked was if felt she was bored. She had little interest in Murasaki's personal history and vendettas or justification for killing her previous wielder and the way she was dumping it on her was making her feel more than a little uncomfortable. Of course, you would have never guessed it from her iron poker face. Of course the last thing she said made her c**k her head slightly to the right.

aaaaa"Do I... what?" What was the point of the converstation? What conversation? Ashe wanted to lead into a purchase offer but Murasaki took it off on a wild tangent and did not stop until just now. What conversation? It was just Ashe listening to Murasaki complain for not even a minute. Conversation implied dialogue, talking between two or more people. There was no conversation held here.

aaaaa"Nevermind that idiot," she continued. Ashe did not particularly care for Kiyoshi, he was always bugging her about something and always jumping the gun. She did not even know how he made journeyman when he called every weapon he made a Magnum Opus when they were not even an Arma Vivere. Plus, he always called her 'Nee-san'. What did that even mean? Apparently it meant elder sister but they were not blood related so why call her that? "He's probably just trying to convince me to look at another one of his ridiculous projects. What's more important here is my offer to you."

aaaaa"My name is Euclid Hephaestus, my father is Eustatheos Hepaestus, head of the Hephaestus conglomerate. He is very rich and has a lot of pull within Para Bellum, Ashe started explaining in a very matter of fact tone. She normally did not advertise herself as a rich girl despite her internal monologue but, in this case, it is relevant. "As a Magnum Opus, you have more than enough power to operate solo. Normally, that is not allowed but, of course, my father can pull some strings. I am more than willing to purchase you from this shop and set you up to work alone until you find a suitable partner. The only condition is that you are to be observed by a member of the Hephaestus Workshop, most likely me or one of the masters, for observation. After all, we are at the forefront of Magnum Opus research and having you in the field more or less free to act is of far more research value than letting you rot away here."

aaaaaNow all that was left was Kiyoshi. Ashe was not going to go out of her way to meet him. If he got attacked while walking down the street, she might, but otherwise, no way. If he found her, good for him, if he did not, good for her.


Location: Blacksmith's Den | Company: Murasaki | Feeling: Not bad