#ORDERTORN 001

[hopeled]

     “ Yes-- yes, I understand. I’m deeply sorry for all the trouble he has caused. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

now, one would be wondering why Ritsuka Fujimaru was at the police sation at two in the morning, apologizing to a very tired and disgruntled officer. well, the reason had to do with the Servant she was currently dragging out of the station by the hand. one last bow is given before she exits the building and that is when the apologetic smile is traded in for annoyance.  

      “ Here, I don’t make it a habit to tell the Servants what to do. They can live their lives how they want. I see no reason that they can’t! It’s what they deserve after helping me and there’s nothing wrong with that!”

  this is where she pauses, turning to fix a glare at the Avenger.  “ But when I get a call from the police at two in the morning because you’re skateboarding down a street with boombox, blaring christmas-themed sirens, then we have a problem! ”

@ordertorn​ -- winterfes starter call.

[kxrei]

@ordertorn​ 

      a small overlook granting those a scenic view of the city from above,       barren save for himself and the other. he would often find himself       here, a quiet place for him to think; to plan. day after day he would       learn more, whether it be of the cities landscape or those that call it       home. but there was still much for him to do, each day taken as a      ��single step forward.

            ‘ to some this city may appear as the fabled kingdom of heaven.               it may be a new mystery to unravel or a second chance at life.               perhaps to some it is a nightmare that will not end. this city               puts on an illusion, but those which live here are anything but. ’

                                  how foolish they to believe in it                                          but it is not their fault

      he does not turn to face the other, eyes still locked onto the cities       skyline, watching the many lights below from the festival. his words       were not meant to illicit any deep thought (yet they certainly provided       for such), but to spark a start a conversation, should the other feel       inclined. there is a momentary pause before he speaks again, arms       folding behind his back.

            ‘ please, do forgive the ramblings of an old man.               i was simply lost in thought. ’