[PP-F1] A cold heart (Saber & Peppermint)

[Saber 0]

A cool summer day, the sounds, people clouded the area, the bustle and the chatter they emitted. Was something that was normal here on floor one, many players, too careless to care about the days ahead. The NPC's making deals, and selling items, the smells they players had filled the air, all to familiar to that of a shopping mall. The local bakery making bread, struck the nose of a large figure, his silver locks running over his shoulder. And down his back, as a large two handed sword laid upon his right shoulder blade, a figure in leather attire. A sleeveless leather tunic, a pair of leather trousers, and boots with metal plating upon the knee's and top of the boot. His green blue eyes scanned the area, many players of all shapes and sizes walked around, his own size, six foot two inches, he was a muscular fellow.

 

One hundred and seventy six pounds he weighed, his body frame showing the strength he held, as his broad arms where visible in the shade of the building. His peach tan like skin was slightly darker now in the shadow of the building, a teal green tattoo appearing upon his skin, under his right eye and going to his chest. His hair was darker as well. His silver grey hair now grasping at the wind as he began walking, he cared little for the talk the other players were performing, all he wanted was to get on with his life. As his boots made a clomping sound on the cobblestone ground. And his body frame moving gracefully across the floor, moving past players. Till he took at seat on the fountain, his large frame casting a shadow equal to his size behind him, and he crossed his arms. *...* He had little to think about right now, but he sat there, thinking of some way he could get stronger.

[Peppermint 0]

Another escape. There was always the possibility that they would get tired of her escaping and just her go freely. Mint knew those people though, and it was highly doubtful that would ever happen. Someone would have to vouch for her safety if she was to really get out. And there was not way Mint would ever let that knowingly happen.

 

This time, instead of heading to the felids like before, the young girl headed into the town. People of all shapes and sizes flooded the street as they glided past. None of the taller players paid any mind to the short one among them. They were too busy with their daily lives to notice someone so small weaving their way expertly through and around their legs. It was hard though. At least in the crowd she would harder to find. Harder to catch. Without even realizing it, Mint had danced her way through the crowd to the fountain that rested in the middle of town. People lounged upon the edge talking or just enjoying the sunny day. That was also where she caught the scent of something she loved. Sweets. Tilting her small nose to the air Mint took a deep breathe, letting the scent of sugary sweetness fill her nostrils and then lungs. A meager growl sounded from her stomach. Like a dog tracking its prey Mint changed directions and focused on the scent. Then she started off one more; mouth watering in anticipation as to what was going to be seen. 

 

It took several minutes of people bumping into her before the little bakery was found. Coming to a stop outside the window Mint scanned the delicious pastries on display. Macaroons. Scones. Cakes. Things not even known to her. With no money, all she could do was stare longingly at the desserts. A small pout adorned her child-like features as a hand pushed against the glass. What she wouldn't give to just try one. 

[Saber 0]

As the figures eyes peeled up, he gazed at the sun, and then stood up, his silver grey hair fluttering behind him, and his green blue eyes shining in the light. The green tattoo under his cheek lighting up, and the rest lighting up as it creeped under his shirt, the leather tunic stretching upon his body. And his sword clanking upon his right shoulder blade, he sighed and began his way to the field, his figure towering over the other players. Along with the blue handled weapon, which seemed to peek over the people as well, his presence making the other players move away from him, which he just gave them a cold stare. The same one he had upon his face after his lost of Lady MIna, he just ignored them and proceeded to the grassy plains, as his feet hit the grass. His hand shot up and drew his Zweihander weapon out of the blue sheathe, and began the drag it along the ground. A few pebbles flying as the tip of the weapon hit them and some of the grass blades flying past him. He just wanted nothing more than to get stronger, and leave this place, or even to fall in battle, as his life was miserable to begin with, cold winds stirred around him, as the breeze took over, the smell of blood upon his body. As he was someone that came into contact with it his entire life, but now he cared not, all he knew now was the time to fight and he would find his opponent.

[Peppermint 0]

Marveled by the actions of the bakers Mint found herself frozen. The baker, a female, had just got done making dough and was putting some type of filling in to before folding it up like a taco. The last step she did was place the taco like item on the tray to be put into the oven. Her mouth watered at the sight. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up in alarm. Something deathly sharp grazed her back, moving the full ink colored ponytail out of the way. Mint's stature became ridged. Her breath stilled in alarm. A second passed. The thing continued on. The sound of metal grinding against the paved path finally dawned on her. Swiftly turning her head, the girl found herself staring at a male who was dragging his sword around. Even if the city was a safe place that was dangerous. Chartreuse eyes narrowing Mint took a step toward the male, and then began to follow him.

 

It was hard to keep up with him, but the young girl managed. Mint followed the male all the way to the field. This time she stopped at the gate. Last time she ventured out she had found Keith and Torunn. Now she was by herself once more. Huffing, Mint equipped the dagger and ran out after the male. It took some effort to catch up with him, but once she did she slide out in front of him. "You shouldn't carry your sword like that, you almost hit me." Mint calmly stated, resting her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes up at him. It wasn't too intimidating due to the child-like stature. 

[Saber 0]

They cold eyes looked in front of him, as a young girl was talking to him, *Female... what is a child playing game like this... she... looks to be around Lady Mina's age.* He thought to himself, slamming his sword into the ground and looked at the young girl. He bent down and got to her eye level, "What are you playing a game like this child?" "This place is dangerous, and worrying bout me is the least of your problems." He said to her, as he had one of his knees out and had his hand resting upon it, as his German accent was thick, and strong, as his voice was deep and mascuant, his gree blue eyes stared at the girl. His teal green tattoo under his right eye was more visible now, as it extended to under his leather tunic, his silver grey hair, reaching over his shoulders.

 

And laying upon his back, fluttered as the breeze cut in, and he sighed, "Listen, you should worry about other things, I'm nothing to pay attention to." He said to her and stood up, the man standing now at his usual six foot two inch height, just gazed at the young girl, and pulled his weapon out of the ground. And stepped aside her, trying to get to his destination, a battle is all he was wanting, as he placed the Zweihander on his right shoulder and began walking away from the girl. "I would suggest you head back to the town, following me leads to death, and despair." He said to her, letting his hair flutter behind him, and his footing larger than before, as there was no saving him, nothing to make his life better. All he could do was tell that girl the truth, that he was a vessel of darkness and death, and he didn't want her to get caught into it.