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Seren nodded in return, saying nothing more. He settled back into his seat, closing his eyes and letting the sound of the car's engine and the rushing wind fade, until they were nothing more than a vague background awareness, far from his mind. His breathing slowed, a familiar sensation of...

Written by Script and Faithy Returning the smile, Schuyler nudged him back, hoping that she would be able to do just that. Her guilt had always been something that stayed with her from the moment Orion had gotten taken, but she would try to leave it at the door. “It’ll be hard, but I will try...

Written by Script, Knosis and Faithy Robin nodded. “Sounds good to me. I can do menial labor until I earn trust, just like the rest of the pack has.” She said. “Easy, there!” Jace held his hands up in a peaceful gesture, raising his eyebrows at her. “You’ve not been tricked, calm down.”...

Written by Script and Faithy Back outside, the hubbub of the settlement crescendoed, no longer muffled by the thick canvas of the tent. The resistance camp was a far sight from the structured order of the inner city, a haphazard collection of temporary structures that ranged from tents like the...

Seren frowned as they passed by Lilith and her wards, keeping his reaction muted. "If I may speak freely, ma'am?" Given permission, he shook his head. "It would be a liability if she were to damage them too greatly. They will be ill-suited to serve as representatives either if they are visibly...

"Then I will make sure to be on watch for either rats or trickery," Seren answered with a nod of acknowledgement. That was all he said, before settling back in to watch the scenery roll by in silence. It mattered little to him, beyond the requirements of his role, what these guests thought of...

Across from Amaryu, Seren gazed out the window on his side of the vehicle, watching the city blur by. There was a strange feeling in the air, like the uneasy sense of calm before the storm. It had been building for several weeks now. It had built up in the way the handlers brows were furrowed...

"Well," Ira stretched and folded his arms behind his head, grinning. "Sounds like we're about done here, in that case. Good chat, and all, but we've got lost time to make up for. If you ever need us again, an invitation card would be appreciated over a spooky inter-dimensional abduction. Should...

Ira's expression had turned sour at Caster's offer, and his eyes had flicked to Thomas, awaiting his response. Even if he hadn't had his own wish, bowing out of a contest like this would have hurt his pride too much to contemplate agreeing with it. When Thomas gave his swift reply, though, his...

The disorientation of the entire experience was perhaps moderately less jarring for Ira than it was for the two mortals along for the ride, but that wasn't saying altogether that much at this point. Even for an immortal, otherworldly being, being plucked out of reality altogether was hardly a...

Ira nodded his head, looking up at Caster assessingly. 'Man, whatever's beneath that hood is probably real fuckin' ugly,' he mused to himself idly for a moment before speaking. "Adding to Thomas' question... how is it you'll be taking him to the Root, and letting him learn of it? Will the...

Ira spun around, huffing in irritation as Caster was abruptly behind him. There were few things that rankled him more than being ignored. Still, he wasn't an idiot. It had become apparent that whatever in-between space they were in, it was very much Caster's turf. Fighting here wouldn't end...

Ira gave a sidelong glance at his wings as the light from them faded, dripping and turning tarnished, and snorted. "Nice light trick, jangles, but it'll take a little more than that to take the wind out of my sails." And indeed, despite the visual degradation, the compelling aura of the wings...

It was only a few heartbeats later that a golden flash announced the arrival of a second figure. Ira appeared on the scene with his golden wings fully spread, their brilliant light drawing those that saw them to stare in awe in a way that was beyond natural. Even as his body formed, he was in...

As Mag expected, Ira was gone before his attack struck, vanishing and reappearing a few paces back down the tunnel. He was poised to renew his assault, until abruptly... ... "What the shit?" Ira's eyes went wide as he felt his master's presence waver, as though distorted for a moment, and then...

"How did you-?" Max cut himself off, already having taken a step forward and reached out before he regained control of himself. He stopped, gritting his teeth and pulling his hand back. Way to play into that one, Max. Couldn't have kept a poker face for five seconds, could you? He hesitated...

As the shield swung around, predictably, Ira vanished in a flash of light. However, perhaps less predictably, rather than immediately appearing behind Rider, a split second passed - just barely long enough for the other servant's shield to swing past - before Ira reappeared in the exact same...

"So it's the act of trade that's important, rather than the content of it," Max noted. "I see." He was silent for a moment as he considered the prospect. A reliable means of learning about the identities of the other servants, their masters - and what abilities he could expect from them - would...

"Alright, this is getting old," Ira muttered as the other servant began to spin again. 'Let's see you play spinning top when you barely have room to swing a cat, let alone a shield,' he added internally as he took a half-hop back, raising his spear and launching himself forwards again. Like...

Realising quickly that this bizarre skeletal spinning top strategy was proving uncannily effective, Ira didn't let his blocked attacks feed the other servant for long before he switched things up a bit. With two quick strikes, one to either side of the one-man shield wall, Ira thrust his spear...