♚ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｍｙ ｍａｓｔｅｒ？

[ex_cashcow493]

[ First impressions were important to Saber. To become a ruler, she presented herself to her kingdom as the wielder of Caliburn, the famed sword from the stone. The precedent was broken with the last introduction she ever had to make: asking a boy who looked as though he was about to die of fright and wonder if he was her Master. Sloppy, but it ended with the elegance only she could control.

A glance out the window and she can see the sun barely over the horizon, watching long enough to determine it was rising instead of setting: morning. With that much in mind, she ignores the curiosity with her body, choosing to focus on her appearance first. After swiftly changing from her battle vestments (a slight ire at how easily the breastplate comes undone - a sign that the enchantment it held was no longer in place), she dons a black suit in its place. There isn't any time to waste with a braid, so the end result is a ponytail.

It doesn't take her long at all to discover how to use the cellular device found on the night table beside her bed. Technology wasn't too foreign to her, but it takes a few tries before she figures out everything, sending accidental texts of jibberish and snippets of voice (but with only the sound of the phone fumbling). Pressuring eyes of green focus on the camera as she sets it to video, ready to address any audience she may have. ]

A brief analysis of the situation leaves me unsatisfied with the number of questions that remain. I am not arrogant enough to believe I am without purpose here, but some enlightenment of the situation is in order. [ A stoic tone that refuses to soften. ] There is something that perturbs my iron will however...

[ Good luck trying to wrestle just what that something is from her mind. ]

→ ♚ （001） ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅｍａｋｅｒ’ｓ ｊｏｕｒｎａｌ ★ｖｉｄｅｏ★

[royal-painxx.livejournal.com]

So uh...can someone tell me what's it like going to school?

[ Since she grew up in a household that did mostly home schooling, she has no idea how to react to school as a normal person. That and it sucks when you're of high class because you are ignorant. Ishtar seemed to fit that category very well. She rubs the sides of her head. ]

I really don't know how to do this...and since I don't got much of a choice...I guess I might as well learn about it right?

[ UGH...learning. She hates that word but she has to. ]

First Ritual of Detestation: A light in endless darkness (Video/Voice)

[greyerrant.livejournal.com]

[ This wasn't exactly the sort of mission he had imagined, when called back from the brink of madness and damnation by his brothers. No longer a superhuman, no longer even aware of where he was, he looks over the small communication device, and the simple clothes that have replaced his battle-plate, and activates the odd little cogitator. A huge, craggy face, pale and lightly freckled, stares out at the world with grey eyes that have seen far too much already ]


It would appear I am once again alone. Are there other Adeptus Astartes in this place, or have I gone beyond everything that I have known? If I have been captured, I would speak to my captor, and if I have been set adrift in the warp... I would know if there are other castaways. So, speak, and explain this strange situation to me.