06-14-2016, 12:41 PM
Arturia had been walking around the complex that they called the Dante Verse, not simply out of curiousity, but also to gain an understanding of the area surrounding her. It never hurt to know ones surroundings after all, should something happen. Whilst she'd done so, she'd visited some of the vendors and eyed their wares, albeit she hadn't actually purchased anything.
And now, well, now she found herself in front of the last unexplored area, locked away behind a closed door. It gnawed at the back of her mind, ushering her to find what was hidden behind. Something akin to the Holy Grail, perhaps? Arturia didn't know what, nor did she know that just as she stood there, the doors swung open. Unfazed, the knight stood, facing whatever might be inside, assessing the situation with haste;
A man, a staircase, and a plane. The sight took Arturia back a notch. When she'd first arrived to Japan, for the Holy Grail War. All the way back, when she had been the servant of that despicable man, who spat on the face of chivalry. The plane journey had been fairly intriguing, so with all that the man had said, Arturia, much like all the other primes likely would, would board the plane.
The inside of the sizable jet was hard to describe with words within Arturias knowledge, as they didn't seem to be...enough. But in a single word, she would've called it... Luxurious. Something Archer would've enjoyed, certainly. Yet another memory that made its way within her head, only to be shaken off, as the knight didn't wish to distract herself from her mission. Eyeing around, the King of Knights decided she'd seat herself by a window, preferably within the presence of some kind of a table if at all possible. In reality, she was seeking for something, or more accurately someone; And during her whole stay in the area, she'd not found them.
But even as the maiden's thoughts lingered, she made her way to one of many groupings of four seats facing one another, blessed with a small table in the middle, separating them. Albeit, there was already someone seated; A girl adorned with red eyes, along with short rusted locks. She didn't look all that old with her slim, almost child like figure, perhaps fifteen, sixteen years old. Clothes made of dark, seemingly smooth fabric, together with contrasting undergarments of white.
Bowing ever so slightly, the knight offered her inquiry to the girl; "Excuse me, Miss. Would this seat be taken?"
And now, well, now she found herself in front of the last unexplored area, locked away behind a closed door. It gnawed at the back of her mind, ushering her to find what was hidden behind. Something akin to the Holy Grail, perhaps? Arturia didn't know what, nor did she know that just as she stood there, the doors swung open. Unfazed, the knight stood, facing whatever might be inside, assessing the situation with haste;
A man, a staircase, and a plane. The sight took Arturia back a notch. When she'd first arrived to Japan, for the Holy Grail War. All the way back, when she had been the servant of that despicable man, who spat on the face of chivalry. The plane journey had been fairly intriguing, so with all that the man had said, Arturia, much like all the other primes likely would, would board the plane.
The inside of the sizable jet was hard to describe with words within Arturias knowledge, as they didn't seem to be...enough. But in a single word, she would've called it... Luxurious. Something Archer would've enjoyed, certainly. Yet another memory that made its way within her head, only to be shaken off, as the knight didn't wish to distract herself from her mission. Eyeing around, the King of Knights decided she'd seat herself by a window, preferably within the presence of some kind of a table if at all possible. In reality, she was seeking for something, or more accurately someone; And during her whole stay in the area, she'd not found them.
But even as the maiden's thoughts lingered, she made her way to one of many groupings of four seats facing one another, blessed with a small table in the middle, separating them. Albeit, there was already someone seated; A girl adorned with red eyes, along with short rusted locks. She didn't look all that old with her slim, almost child like figure, perhaps fifteen, sixteen years old. Clothes made of dark, seemingly smooth fabric, together with contrasting undergarments of white.
Bowing ever so slightly, the knight offered her inquiry to the girl; "Excuse me, Miss. Would this seat be taken?"
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