Hello there! I'm here, with a new chapter of this FF. And I'm sorry if I update slowly, or delay it weeks. I'm trying to find my writing style, and so far, I think this one is the one working the better. Thank you for reading, and please, leave a review!
Cykrosis: Thank you for your review and your time, and sorry for the waiting. Hope you like it! And... Maybe. The shackle prevents her from outright killing Louise, but it doesn't have effect about other people.
Edit: Minor changes and corrections.
A very pissed, very scary-looking young woman strode in the hallways of the academy. Mulling over the recent events.
First; she got dragged here, in a plane that wasn't familiar to her. It didn't resembled anything she knew. Not her home — Earth — not the Dreamlands, and not The Veil. What gods ruled this place? Did she had to ward herself against Primordial forces, or is this world uncorrupted from such abominations?
She was getting sidetracked, Kráka noted.
Second; she got SHACKLED! Just the though of that little, over pretentious bossy piece of shit, sufficed to piss her enough to make the shadows around her quiver and come to life briefly, just as she inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself.
"Right. It'll take at minimun a month, before I have at least a chance of coming back. That is, without counting this runes." They were a problem. Cutting off the hand wouldn't work, it was a soul shackle, after all.
As she brooded, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"My sweet little Katie, in this night, the moon shines only for you!" Our young girl recoiled slightly, "what a shitty pickup line," thought idly. She didn't even spared a glance towards the pair of lovebirds.
"You're so sweet, Guiche!" gagging slightly, Kráka strode faster, getting out of the hearing radius of that nightmare.
"I wonder if Eira is okay... I should check the time dilation in relation to my own world..." That ritual needed, at least, three days, without counting materials she didn't knew if were aviable in the vicinity.
With a scoff, Kràka resumed her thoughts in three simple, yet true, words.
"This fucking sucks."
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"This really, fucking sucks."
She missed her bed, her house, her sister, her parents, even the god damn stuck up prick of Vanir. "Gods below help me..." how did she ended sleeping in the grass of the campus scaped her, not that it mattered.
Stretching like a cat, Kràka made her way to her... Master's, bedroom, intending to wake her up.
Not the way the pinkie intended, anyway.
"GET THE FUCK UP!"
"AAAAAH!"
A blur of pink shot out of the sheets, slamming, facefirst, on the cold and stony floor. Louise got up the way she could, glaring at her Servant, whose ported a smug smile over her bandaged face. Kràka shrugged indifferently "you asked to be waken up. I just did my job." It was her fault if she worded her contracts and/or orders in a exploitable manner.
Louise didn't took that well, and started screaming her lungs off. "Get out! I don't want to see your face, get out! Out!" Kràka obliged, ending alone in the corridor of the dorms. It made her wrink her nose in disgust, "too similar to that hellhole..."
Dismmising the memories of that place, she quickly get to the crux of the matter;
"Where does one get food in this blasted site?"
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At least it seemed that they had a dinning hall, divided in three long tables. Apparently, one for each year of study. She found Louise in the middle one, obviously she got her faster due to experience.
Striding in her direction, Kràka gave her an inquisitive glance. "And where is the cook, or the free bar?"
Louise sneered, as if she'd heard a particularly stupid joke, but a joke nonetheless. "You are a Familiar, this is the Alviss Hall, a Hall for students. You aren't a student, are you? Then," she lightly kicked a small bowl at her feet, containing some watery soup and crumbs of what looked exactly like bread of at least three or four days, "you eat what a Familiar would."
Kràka just stared at her, with an almost eldritch-green orb seemingly piercing her soul to the very depths. It scared her to the very core.
Something more catched the eye of Kràka, and ignoring her Master, she picked it up.
It seemed like a vial of some sorts, sniffing it a little, she recognized the faint smell of a perfume-like odor.
"Hey, that's mine!"
The blonde boy of last night snatched it out of her hand, "why don't you go to somewhere else, commoner? Maybe wash the clothes of the Zero?"
Kràka was just a second apart of beheading the prick when she thought that it would be better if she just killed him in his sleep.
"Guiche!? What are you doing with that perfume? Its Montmorency's!" a new voice added, seemingly owned by the girl who probably made out with the blondie in the corridor.
Ew...
The so-called Montmorency got up from her seat, not too long away from the quickly building scene, "are you going two ways with a first year!? You said I was the love of your life, for Brimir, I'm your Fiancée!"
"N-No, Mont, I-I can exp-," with an open hand, both girls slapped guiche at the same time, leaving him baffled.
Such baffling quickly turned to anger, and then rage.
"You!" he shrieked, pointing an accusatory finger towards Kràka, "you caused all this! Now the pride and honor of two young ladies are stained thanks to you!"
Kràka just... Blinked. "Are you serious, or did a spell misshap and you're now all loony? The fuck are you talking about? It was your fault for playing two-times, dickhead."
Several gasps and murmurs were heard around, making her rise a brow. Guiche was red with fury.
"H-How dare you! Such foolishness!" he got his wand out, a rose, "I challenge you to a duel in the Vestri Court in ten minutes!"
Kràka... Blinked, again. Then grinned like a maniac whose found a new, shiny, fragile toy. "You place the time and terrain, I, the rules. Is that acceptable?"
With a dismissive snort, he simply nodded, "as if a commoner like you could hope to do something against m-"
"To death."
The silence that befell the hall was like a heavy, thick cloud fog of incredulity.
That smile never left her lips.