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[cantillat-moved]

@vcnatrix​ She stares at him, disliking the scent he carries. " You smell of death, why must you accompany me?"

The verdant treetops seemed to be farther away than they really were, covering the sky and only a few glints of sunlight penetrated through the branches. The two Archers were perched on their hiding spot, waiting for their target to show up. The red knight had noticed the Greek hero glancing at him a few times, her expression unreadable and the silence kept growing between the two. She was a legendary figure, one of the many incredible heroes of myths that was part of the Argonauts – the finest of all antique world, honorable as they came. Few marksmen would compare to Atalanta, and fewer matched her speed – someone like Emiya had no business being paired with the likes of her but a mission is a mission. Her tone finally broke the silence, clear contempt put into words.   In life, he couldn’t fight honorably: he had never been extraordinary in anything, scraping by in a harsh reality that many were unaware of.  Instead of great accomplishments or beasts, he would covertly snipe his enemies from afar and use tactics that so-called “heroes” might consider cowardly. Said deeds sublimated into being placed in the “Archer” class, like Atalanta, despite being so different.  In death, he had no choice but become a slave summoned to kill and kill, pilling up a mountain of corpses – a janitor dealing with the ugliest mankind had to offer, staring into the face of despair of all eternity… The only “respite” would be to be trapped in his own mental world, a wasteland of swords.

❝ A mission is a mission.  ❞ his reply was cold as he kept watching the forest path ❝ Servants are being devoid of free will, if the Master ordered me to accompany. That’s all. ❞ He might be twisted and broken in places, but the knight prided himself in being a proper Servant whenever possible – in his own way.  There would be many other Servants that could support Atalante the best, there would be a number of others whose personalities would be more compatible with hers. ❝ I’ll try to don’t get in your way but I’m afraid I cannot do anything about your complaints.❞ A bloodstained anonymous who was betrayed by his companions in life and his ideals in death.  Yet he had no regrets nor would shrink at her commentary.  ❝ If you are dissatisfied then make sure to bring it up to our Master or during the mission debriefing so we won’t get dispatched together.. ❞

[akhilleuskcsmcs]

“ come on, quickly! get up! we need to move! ”

BEFORE THE FALL: BATTLE PROMPTS // Accepting

Gods... To think there was something out there that could stagger the great Achilles, many other heroes would be shocked but him? He found it amazing! Such an exciting prospect! He hadn't had a battle that could actually wound him in a long, long time! But that thought was best left for later when Atalanta was out of danger. He was the vanguard of their little group, he was supposed to protect and keep her safe, he was no Ajax but he could do wonders with a shield as well. He was taken out of his thoughts by the voice of Atalanta, he shook his head and got up, ready to go at a moment's notice.

"I'm fine, Sis. Don't you go worryin' about me, you hear?!" He still had to maintain his pride as a hero, a hero who no matter the injury won't go down. He was Aristos Akhaion, the Greatest of the Greeks, the fastest that the Achaean Army had to offer! But, of course, she knew that. She knew what he was capable of. So, he decided to make a game out of it. "I'm up, I'm up! Say, sis, how 'bout we make this into a little race? You said we had to move, so, let's see who's fastest!"

Was it a thinly veiled excuse for them to get a move on? Of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't sincere. He'd wanted to have a race with her since his father Peleus told him her stories.

[originlist]

vcnatrix

What's wrong with more archers....

“...mn.”

oops, looks like she took that as towards her. “i meant of the emiya type. there’s too many of that face. you can do whatever you want.”

[sinsoko]

@vcnatrix​ liked for a starter.

           “Archer,” Amakusa greets her with a nod and walks past her into the church, “Good morning.”

            “I didn’t take you for an early riser,” he smiles.  Ah, he does miss not needing to sleep.  “Unfortunately, we have quite a bit of empty time this morning.  But the saying is that good things come to those who wait, no?” He glances back at her over his shoulder.  “Would you care for breakfast?”

[resolutepath]

@vcnatrix​ asked: ❝  sometimes,  i just need the world to be beautiful.  i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes.  ❞ to Achilles

"It’s a cute sentiment, Sis...”

There’s something beyond her words that speaks to him, enough so that it brings a smile to his lips and something of a wistful look to his gaze. For once he sounds genuine rather than teasing, a quiet figure of reflection as they take advantage of the lull in battle. He almost aches for it to begin again, to feel the boil of his blood and the rush from the clash of warring factions.

“Keep your eyes peeled and you’ll find it, if it what you desire. There’ll be something out there...” Laughter follows his words as his gaze tips upwards towards the inky sky where the first glimmer of stars is beginning to be revealed and he points in their direction. “See?”