"Yeah, that’s true." he let out a weak laugh only to catch himself in what he just said. But breaking out of his shell and enjoying things a bit couldn’t hurt every now and then, right? It didn’t bring much harm with Spada. "F-Friends, huh? I wouldn’t really even know who to ask in the first place." Though Eddie and Nino came to mind since the two were the only friends he has and still has in Regnum.
"What about you, Yuri? If we do have one, would you bring anyone along?"
"Come on, surely there’s someone you can ask? I doubt you don’t have any friends.” Not with that kind of personality. Yuri believed good people attracted other good people as well, after all.
He mulled over the question for a while. Naturally, the members of Brave Vesperia came to mind, but he didn’t really know anymore. Months after their last journey, the group had unraveled one by one, settling into the lives they had before they all met each other. Yuri knew life wouldn’t be the same, but they still had lives of their own, and frankly, they didn’t see each other that often anymore.
Save for Karol and Judith, who met up with him on occasion due to guild missions. He was thankful for that, at least.
"Yeah, I’ll try. It would be nice to see them all again…”
There was no prana here. It was evident by the unfamiliar pulse of magic, if it could even be called that, that swirled around her, unseen to human eyes. Perhaps it was the fact that no landmark, rang familiar, or that she had appeared with no knowledge beforehand.
All Heroic Spirits arrived with an appropriate modicum of preparation for the world in which they would be summoned from. Knowledge of how to use vehicles fitting for the time, information on the state of the era, awareness of the change and locations necessary that would make the rocky terrain of the Holy Grail War gentler on their footing.
Saber arrived here with no such thing, it was not a place she had ever been. The ancient King did not need to think long upon it to know for certain. Her mind had ever been analytic, assessing what was and filing it away as ‘truth’ or ‘lies’. If the land in which she walked now, in the dark of the night, was an untold realm, then the knight would walk it regardless.
It brought to mind old memories, ones so far back in the drop of time that no living being could hope to remember them. They could only be classified as ‘legend’. Days where she had nothing but her blade and horse, wandering into the unknown for the pursuit of that which was said to grant all wishes. In the pursuit of all innocents who suffered from wicked beasts, or simply a morning ride with her most trusted knights.
An open sky such as this, with the blue of the sky and green fields rang familiar no matter how foreign the land. It sang of adventure and quests she no longer had the freedom to take.
I have not been summoned, or I would find my Master before me. I feel no prana, nor a need within my body to replenish. I do not understand the meaning of this.
Her armored steps were oddly light, testifying to the poise she carried even in her estrangement.
But I will rectify that soon enough.
Light flickered ahead of her; what Saber could only assume was a campfire. In the modern era few ever resorted to such uses any longer, and it lent an odd sense of comfort to see what had been the only source of light in her time.
But where there were fires there were people, and it was not easy to say from this distance whether they meant good or ill. Despite this, the silver knight was confident in her abilities, knowing full well that there were very few, if any swordsmen who could hope to contend with her. It was not arrogance — it was fact.
Saber followed it for a time, drawing ever nearer. What manner of traveler sat beneath this flame? Only time would tell.
It was the snarling hound that alerted her first and foremost, by the time her armored feet purposefully snapped at a twig.
The Servant hardly felt this was to be her opponent, should violence arise. Against humans and non-Servants, she had no desire to engage in battle unless necessary.
A figure moved illuminated by the fires, Saber concluding it had to be the snarling dog’s Master. She raised her voice accordingly, and spoke clearly, voice unfettered by any trace of fear.
"You need not reach for your weapon. Nor does your hound have any reason to bare his fangs, unless you mean to strike down one seeking aid?"
Saber watched what appeared to be a young man who could have easily been a few years younger than she had been in fallen days.
"I require assistance, a moment of your time." The armored woman spoke levelly, not once batting a lash, expression firm, authoritative.
Well, hey. He wasn’t about to complain. Yuri relaxed his tense shoulders which meant Repede would also have to drop his guard at this point. He sat back on the ground and waited for the water to slowly seep into the vegetables, estimating it to be less than two minutes until the vichyssoise would be ready. He made sure to add a bit of meat in it for Repede, though.
His partner stood between him and their visitor, however, making it known that he didn’t completely trust this new presence. Who could blame him, really? They had to be extra careful especially when it was just the two of them now. Repede huffed and lightly kicked the sword towards Yuri. It was within arm’s reach now.
"Sorry," he said, shrugging. "My partner doesn’t take kindly to strangers all that much." Especially ones that wander about in their camp at night.
Yuri looked up at the woman standing before them with pride in her stance. She seemed confident, void of the fear a normal person would normally have in solitude. He had a feeling that that confidence wasn’t an empty one. She held an air of a fighter about her. Took one to know one, perhaps.
But that was about all he had in common with her, if he assumed correctly. Yuri hadn’t exactly kept himself updated in the world of fashion, but he knew those clothes were unusual in these parts. Or any part of Terca Lumireis, really. Her armor was something else, too. He didn’t know where that sort of craftsmanship could originate from, as well.
Quite the little mystery, he thought.
And the woman claimed to be needing help. As suspicious as that had sounded, he imagined it wouldn’t hurt to at least hear her out. Karol would have done it, Estelle would have done it; although he didn’t really have to bind himself to their goody-two-shoes ways anymore, it was more of a habit nowadays.
When the sound of boiling water drew his gaze towards the pot, finally, he grinned. "Dinner’s ready. Why don’t you take a seat?"
As if the words were meant for him, Repede took his place next to the vigilante, who apparently welcomed the extra warmth from the canine’s fur. Yuri pulled out three ragged bowls from a brown leather bag settled nearby, filling one with the soup and handing it over to the blonde.
"So," he sighed, resting a hand on one knee. "What’s up?"
[ now if I can bring these chocolates to your place that would be rad /chocolate picnic/ ]
That would be seriously awesome. We could have a sleepover, too. We could fill the room with chocolate. Lmao.
[ -chucks a box of cadbury rose on your window- ]
awwww yissssss thank
The mage’s sour expression faded as Yuri finally managed to grasp her attention. Alarmed by the sudden object being thrown at her, the researcher fell flat on her back, though she did manage to catch the item which was all that mattered to her. Just by the touch she could tell what she was holding, and not even the great mage Mordio could hide the joyful grin speeding across her face. She almost seemed like a child, just given their favorite toy to play with.
Finally managing to regain her posture and resume her sitting position, the sorceress examined her new treasure closely, forgetting entirely about the guest who handed, or rather flung it at her in the first place. At once she was consumed by her passion, admiring the dazzling color and furrowing her brows as she hastily wiped away the dirt still remaining on the object. As she wondered how it got so dirty she suddenly remembered her visitor.
Rita gave a slightly embarrassed pout as she noticed the long haired man’s cheeky grin. His amusement was much to her displeasure, especially after he witnessed her nearly giggling with delight at the sight of a blastia. She had half a mind to smack him over the head with a book, but she decided to be lenient so she could take another look at the blastia in her hands.
"Well, it’s obviously an Aque Blastia. And a pretty old one, at that." The researcher gave her confident answer, her tone thoroughly smug as she showed off her knowledge. "Just where were these ruins exactly? I haven’t seen a blastia as old as this in a long time, I find it hard to believe it was just lying around somewhere."
She shot a impertinent look his way before giving a cheeky grin of her own. “Or were you sneaking around places you weren’t supposed to be again?”
She gave a light sigh as she placed the blastia in front of her.
"I don’t really care what you were doing, just don’t go getting me arrested.”
Unable to stifle the laugh that escaped his breath after witnessing Rita’s… unusual expression, Yuri tried to cover it up with a cough. It was hard not to notice the way she seemed to flip a switch whenever the subject of blastia came up, as if she were lost in her own little world. That was probably the case, too.
The moment she snapped out of it, the pout immediately replaced her grin, which meant he had to stop looking amused or face hell, most likely. Yuri wasn’t exactly a fan of being on the receiving end of one of her brutal spells, so he chose to do the former, focusing instead on recalling the events that had taken place during his last mission.
"They found a secret room in the Weasand of Cados. You may want to check it out sometime. Not alone, though." He didn’t get why these scientist had to go and dig up stuff in already crumbling places, to be honest. Most of them valued science more than their own lives, which was something, of course. That kind of dedication was rare. And most of the time it got people killed. Especially since monsters liked to nest in places like ruins.
But, Yuri surmised it to be human nature, wanting to satiate their curiosity and all that. He just had to do a good job of protecting them, he thought.
It was his turn to pout a little after hearing Rita’s latter comment. "I wasn’t sneaking," he emphasized, his crossed arms tightening around his chest. "I had clients, ergo I had permission. Lighten up."
Considering Yuri’s track record of getting into trouble, however, Rita’s accusation was warranted. Not that he would purposely look for trouble or anything like that, but it did seem to have a penchant for following him around. Maybe calling him ‘unlucky’ would be more accurate a word than ‘cursed.’ Yeah, he still couldn’t let that go.
"So," Yuri took a deep breath and exhaled. He stood up, unlacing his arms and settling one hand onto his waist, perhaps out of politeness but it was really just to stretch his legs. Sitting can be quite the tiring effort, contrary to popular belief. "How’ve you been? Or is the ‘Famous Mage of Aspio’ beyond the act of catching up with old friends now?"
There are many things in the world that I do not understand. This picture is at least 5 of them.
Why is Repede dreaming about the party? Why are they all posing the same why? Why is Karol the only one not wearing clothes? Why is Repede dreaming about naked Karol?
"I wonder if that’s okay, though… it would be pretty exciting…" he had to admit. "I-It would…also be pretty cool if it started a huge snowball fight."
"It’s just a matter of throwing them at the right people, kid." Preferably the short-tempered ones. They had the most priceless of reactions. "Hah, a snowball fight? Better bring your friends, then."
His smile widening ever so over their talk about building a snow fort. Excitement continued to build in him, especially when Yuri replied, “Yeah! Th-that requires a lot of snow, though. I wonder if there will be enough for that this year.”
Oh, yeah. He didn’t think of that. Either way, it wasn’t as if Yuri could control the weather. They’d have to wait it out and see. “Hopefully.”
"Well, if not," he continued. "We can just chuck snowballs at people, then."
"Um, if you want…we can play in the snow together!" he lowered his gaze, a light tint of red surfaced on his cheeks. Feeling a bit shy about saying such things, "I mean…I’d like to make a snow fort again. Maybe even bigger than the one I made before, with Spada."
Adorable little kid, ain’t he? The grin stayed firmly in place, if not widening just a bit when Luca talked of making snow forts. That brought back memories of when he used to make one with Flynn several years back. “Sure, count me in. But I don’t do things halfheartedly. We’ll have to make it huge.”
"Very, especially since you took one of our top workers from Altosk." He was currently speaking of Raven. The archer had always helped his father and even then helped him a bit. Though he still did get visits and a few spare reports it wasn’t anything detailed like before but he merely sighed and slid off his desk, setting the violin down as his arms crossed over his chest. Shifting his weight on his feet.
Little boss meant Karol. The actual leader of Brave Vesperia. Which meant he had to be serious. There were a few people he could goof off with when it came to work-related things such as this, but when it came to Karol or really almost anyone else from B-V, he had to become more like the person he needed to become. Maybe except for…oh, Raven. But that was only because he knew where the archer lived, how to tease him and quite a few other secrets the old man kept in private.
And he meant private.
Waving a hand, he tilted his head to the side, “And what makes ya think I gotta job fer Altosk I can spare? We’re a big group an’ a lot of the requests we get have to be turned down fer not fittin’ the requirements and sent t’ other guilds already that ‘re more capable at the specifics they want.” And it was true.
You had to know every guild backwards and forwards, their leaders and their ‘cliques’. This way, whenever you got a bum request your guild wasn’t qualified for you could just send it off somewhere else. That or risk your own people messing up. He preferred avoiding said chance as much as possible. Though they did go out of their comfort zone once in a while…
Sighing he turned, walking back behind his desk, arms falling to his sides. “Okay, yeah, I gotta few things regardin’ the city limits I could maybe give Brave Vesperia th’ credit fer. They’re nothin’ big. Just monster sightings. Most likely somethin’ weak an’ small that kin get up close to the city without bein’ noticed.”
"Though…" a gleam back in blue eyes as he glanced up, “There ‘s a catch. Iff’n I’m gonna be the ones givin’ these out t’ya, I gotta go with ya on the ones that regard anythin ‘n or ‘round the city." He shrugged his shoulders. “Only right if yer gonna get the jobs from Altosk a member of Altosk be present."
"Sorry about that." Not that he was actually sorry about swearing Raven off to Brave Vesperia or anything. It was either that or uphold his own sense of justice, which Yuri’s friends would hate him for, almost certainly. Then again, perhaps not. Perhaps they’d accept him either way, no matter what he chose, but that didn’t mean he had to be spoiled by them all the time. He liked the change in himself after being accepted for who he was, but sometimes it had its downsides.
Speaking of change, Harry sure did. Greatly. Back then, he’d be this inexperienced little kid who made terrible, rash decisions. It earned him a whack from Raven that one time. Now, look at the guy. Fit to be Altosk’s leader. Good for him.
Yuri crossed his arms to his chest, not saying a word when Harry began explaining how they didn’t have that many job openings for Brave Vesperia’s level. It was understandable. They were still pretty much infants compared to the other guilds that have been around for far longer. Not to mention they didn’t have a particular specialty to boast about like the other, more organized guilds. He liked to think their flexibility was good for business, though.
Harry sauntered back to his desk, and that was when Yuri grinned. Seemed like Altosk had a job it could spare for him, after all.
Nothing unusual. Taking care of monsters could be considered a job for the Hunting Blades, but perhaps during their travels, they had proven their strength along the way. Not to mention they had earned the favor of Fortune’s Market, as well.
There was a catch, though. Harry had to come with, and Yuri didn’t mind. Maybe he’d be a little worried since he had never seen Harry fight before. Clumsily hold a sword? Yes, but actually fight? No, not really.
"Not that I’m questioning your experience, mister leader of Altosk, but have you ever been in a fight before? Even a little chirpee can kill you if you’re not careful."
"W-Well…I think it would be fun if it did. I mean, it would be the first time in a long while since I could enjoy it with friends."
Yuri grinned at that. "Sounds fun. I don’t get to play around on the snow much. Be a nice change."
"It’s gotten cold in Regnum… I wonder if it’ll snow."
"Do you want it to?"
*loves on* Husbando!~ Welcome back. *goes to run a bath for you because that’s what waifu should do*
Aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, waifu. I’m such a lucky guy.