clxymore:

_{“Fair enough, Gilgamesh. No more talk of the Viper. Do you need help with anything? We can go stretch those legs of yours and get in some practice if you like.”}

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “Really? Anything is fine by me! I don’t even mind getting in some practice either, I haven’t been able to do it as much so anything is really alright by me, Reb!”}

clxymore:

_{“You’re what fell from the viper, aren’t you?“ His memory stunk of forest, blood, and dragon. ”—Gilgamesh, Master called you. Yes? I’m Rebellion. The claymore. Are you enjoying your stay as one of his weapons?”}

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “Yeah! Um… I’m still getting use to moving about though again.” He knew she smelled familiar, the blood being one thing and the heavy scent of their master was the other; honestly he seemed glad to run into another friend. “Just don’t bring up that viper.” A shudder, could he be blamed for not liking those particular memories? Not really.}

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ Not her, anyone other than her, no not this again as fear settled within his cranium. No, he didn’t want to face her down, the viper herself of whom felt need to catch him all in the name of keeping her side of hell in the open. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Not this again, was he about to be turned into a power source another time?!}

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “… you smell kinda familiar.” No duh, considering her scent was enough to drive to memory that he had really met her before. The greaves hadn’t formally spoken to the claymore after all so this would be a first for him.}

the-light-gun:

   And it is the right-hand that first notices a familiar scent of that demonic metal, singing for organic flesh to be made algid and hard; steel. Amygdaliform eyes bearing that lush forest of cryptic leaves with sun filtering through, gaze at the male as golden brows furrow and concern rises. ❝ Gilgamesh? W-What happened? ❞ Where did she put that vital star…

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “I stopped a mugging and got hit, the guys okay though! I didn’t over do it like last time.” Thankfully, last time he ended up giving someone a thrashing all over the tools he bought to fix the jukebox. Oh well, he would be fine as long as he didn’t wind up trying to go as far as to take gun shot wounds as ruby oculus followed her. “Um, you don’t think master will be angry about that, will he?”}

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ The greaves were finally back and it seemed as if he was hurt, bruised cheek to be exact yet it was nothing different from quite a few times before. Example A being whenever he tore a mans thumb up for hitting his mouth. “…” Oh well, he’d get over it.}

ineedmorepower:

^{[Here, have my Dante gifs since I haven’t been on him to use them.]}

amberandice:

steps to being a great roleplayer:

1. slow down
2. grab the wall
3. wiggle like you tryna make yo ass fall off
4. smash em all
5. speed up
6. gas pedal (x5)

xdefectus:

      [ She had experienced stranger things, of course. ]

      “It is still strange, no matter the circumstance.”

^{⊰⚔⊱—— That didn’t surprise him, he seemed to hold something of an understanding about how… weird he is to people. “Eh, fair point then, what’s your name anyways?”}