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As Rider dismissed her, Assassin couldn’t help but cross her arms and tilt her head just a touch to the side. The act left a cascade of inky black hair falling over and across her shoulder and even gave her a surprisingly “sassy” look. It was just youthful enough to not seem like a presented...

Assassin took a half step back, her arms coming up to cross around her belly as she shifted her eyes away from Archer. She'd seemed like a friendly enough sort, so the harshness of her thoughts took the girl off guard. Or perhaps she just wasn't very good at dealing with words or people to begin...

Assassin gave a slight start at the property's owner rather suddenly chiming in. Her body shifted as she rotated to face them, her movements slower and wasteful as she emulated a more human reflex than she actually had. For the briefest of moments she entered into a state of mind wherein she...

While it was certainly unbecoming of her, as an Assassin and all, Assassin could not help but begin to clam up just a bit. Her pale cheeks colored as she tried to hold up a conversation and quickly found that her social skills were so thoroughly lacking that she could not manage even that...

Hey! Sorry about me being not a thing for a bit. Security season is super dense in December so I've pretty much been at work or sleeping. Things are cooling off again now, so I'll be able to function as a human being again.

At Lancer's approach, Assassin turned her dark eyes up to the bright haired young lady. She smelled of blood, but it would be hypocritical to allow herself to mind it. All things considered, the way the girl spoke was fairly refreshing and for her own part Assassin found that the girl's...

Despite herself, Assassin had hesitated outside the doorway. Lucas strode in without a thought, presumably because he was a bit dense, and though she was never quite so haughty as to think herself confident she had thought herself to be above this sort of self conscious trepidation. For all her...

As was proper for someone in her position, Assassin waited for Lucas as he was briefly overwhelmed with emotion. Apparently the idea of temporary linking to the source through a master's seal was a bit more troublesome than she'd thought. With her summoning as tenuous as it was Assassin was...

"Oh..." That was such an odd situation. Such an odd... reaction really. The servant had seemed so ready to confront her only to then immediately cave in and flounder like some kind of willow reed. New (better) Archer gave a slight hum of thoughtfulness at that, realizing that she had never...

It was dark and cramped within her new confines. Most people would have considered it to be claustrophobic or something like that, and to be fair that wouldn't be at all unreasonable for someone to think. After all, even without being a particularly bulky young lady Assassin could barely stretch...

Seeming surprisingly flustered for someone so reserved, Assassin pushed some of her dark hair back over a shoulder and managed to look ever so slightly abashed as she glanced between Lucas and John. "I see that you are concerned that this little confrontation of John's may grow to be out of...

The black haired Assassin seemed almost impassive, her eyes not widening as she matched John's eyes with her own. Her lips parted, a single word whispering out as she considered them. "Zabaniya..." The word had an otherworldly feeling to it, holding the sort of depth that a master would likely...

"An assassin, no of-" the girl's voice had come out a bit sharply, as though she considered it to be some sort of travesty for the term to be applied to her. Fortunately she stopped herself, the momentary flash of irritation that had crossed her face smoothing out into an only slightly...

The girl, apparently a few years older than Lancer and wearing what could only be described as very proper catholic school attire, turned to eye the newcomer with dark, flat eyes. She watched him for a moment, some unseen tension building up around her in a rush of mana that disappeared almost...

Breathing. It was something that Assassin still had to occasionally remind herself that she did. Not that she was going to go blue in the face and just drop dead if she forgot, but failing to be aware of one's body was the mark of a child. Still though, why she was here seemed an odd tale in and...