Vailed In Black
•´¯`•. lέᵐ𝕄𝒆 ⒽєΔ𝐫 үo𝐔 Ⓢᶜ𝓻𝓔𝒶m ≾3 .•´¯`•
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Artoria Pendragon moved through the modular room she was visibly irritated though it wasn't hard to see why as another figure stood by as the holy lancer eyed her alter counter part wryly. "Why did he have to summon you? I mean I am not even sure I would even use you. I could be more effective than you ever could Artoria." She commented which sounded weird to her as she was talking to another universe, another version that had lived her life. A darker, and more alien way of life. The way she handled her subjects and people it made her sick by how callous she was. The holy lance found another seat to sit in.
Artoria Pendragon "Alter" she sat in the afformentioned seat that the holy lance had commented to. Though she had her arms crossed resting under her breasts, her pale yellow eyes meeting the other greenish gold, "There are many reasons "King of The Britians" for one maybe he wanted a servant that won't hesitate to do their mission and exert their will on the enemy. To completely destroy them in these twisted times that threaten humanity! Somebody that will grind these fools into dust!", She billowed as the holy lance just sat there unamused knowing there were other ways to handle this situation.
The holy Artoria just "tch" at her Alter self which she felt was completely alien. "Anyway he said he was coming and wanted us both here. I don't understand, I rather be around my saber form than you...at least I feel I can relate to her." The holy Artoria commented while the alter just laughed, "you two are pathetic! Saber form? At least the alter had something going, then again she had more of an under..." Alter lancer went quiet realizing she just mirrored the holy lancer. "Anyway, just stop talking we will figure out what he wants when he arrives!" The holy commented as the alter finally agreed to what the holy lancer said at least.
Artoria Pendragon "Alter" she sat in the afformentioned seat that the holy lance had commented to. Though she had her arms crossed resting under her breasts, her pale yellow eyes meeting the other greenish gold, "There are many reasons "King of The Britians" for one maybe he wanted a servant that won't hesitate to do their mission and exert their will on the enemy. To completely destroy them in these twisted times that threaten humanity! Somebody that will grind these fools into dust!", She billowed as the holy lance just sat there unamused knowing there were other ways to handle this situation.
The holy Artoria just "tch" at her Alter self which she felt was completely alien. "Anyway he said he was coming and wanted us both here. I don't understand, I rather be around my saber form than you...at least I feel I can relate to her." The holy Artoria commented while the alter just laughed, "you two are pathetic! Saber form? At least the alter had something going, then again she had more of an under..." Alter lancer went quiet realizing she just mirrored the holy lancer. "Anyway, just stop talking we will figure out what he wants when he arrives!" The holy commented as the alter finally agreed to what the holy lancer said at least.