- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Quite open to most general genres, like fantasy (usually more urban fantasy), science fiction, slice of life, etc.
"The power of malevolence...?!" Shirou questioned, eyeing the man who identified himself as Aurora carefully. He could only assume that this dark aura he felt was also this so-called malevolence, in turn presumably the name given for the dark magecraft in the air. The rules were different here, and Shirou certainly felt like an outsider. An unintentionally invading force to a dark place that he had no reason to be in, but he was here regardless.
He felt great distaste at being called this man's "child" as well. More memories of the past that had shaped him into who he was today flooded his mind, causing the young man to clench his fist tightly.
"I already have a father... And he was a true hero. A champion of justice. Not like you and your delusions, villain," Shirou spoke, before the man proceeded to display knowledge of their objective here; the chest of the captain's uncle. Aurora was obviously plotting something, that much had to be obvious from Shirou's point of view, and he wasn't going to be around to let that happen, hopefully.
"The chest?! What... What do you know about it?!"
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