I still don't own the dxd series or the dark souls series :\
Pilgrimage - arrival
The squire slowly ambled through the town, eyes to the concrete of the pathway, a leather cloak hid his facial features from any onlookers. There was quite a few, apart from the more modest of clothing, all they wore was to attract the most attention. At least from his perspective.
Though he did kind of look out of place, with the brown cloak covering his entirety.
He shortly understood the reason he thought like that, thinking as if the people around him were a danger in some way.
Sister closely led brother by the hand to the town square, packed with people , specifically to a traveling sand-merchant. The siblings conversed in the shade of an alley, adhering to the criminal guidelines. With a whispered hush, the girl started.
"Listen Tristan~. There are rules to being a thief you know, let me show you." Sister lifted her arm, and let the index finger extend, instructing her 'golden guide'. The young brother kept his black eyes on her bronze iris.
"Number one, never draw any kind of attention to yourself. People will suspect you, that's why I came and got you that time yesterday, you drew attention to yourself, you little fool!" She became a smidgen louder towards the end, making use of alley that was free of others. To express her emotion, the pointed finger bumped against his nose several times.
"Now for rule two-" Sister uncoiled the neighboring finger.
What if they knew about his covert pillages? The feeling was exciting, to say the least.
When he successfully committed his first theivery, the squire became exhilarated once he took the relic. The squire was cornered into the adventure by her, but in the end, he to, wanted to be like her. Until he discovered the true power of Lordran's army, then he decided to retire from the career. The girl was very much adored, however, as she always had been.
The bag in his sides shook for a moment, and his hand lurched slightly from a nudge.
He looked inside of the dark robes that covered him, burying the face inside the large cloak, and finding a small bag that had on organic, fluffy protrusion, which hadn't been there before.
Staring at him was the bright blue eyes of an animal thought to be unconventional in the town's commonplace sights, but such a creature was held within high regard in his home. The small critter wouldn't stop rummaging in the small, covert container at his side.
The air was warm, and an alluring aroma pulled her nose side to side, searching for the source, and disturbing the taller one.
"...Yes...I understand..." Voice reflecting the understanding of his meageroness. Existing as something to be forgotten. Her troublesome movements ceased to a calm nothing, completing the exchange.
With his head still as down-cast as it ever is nowadays, footsteps were directed towards a take-away store that one of them would become a regular to.
"...If you're going to keep sha-..." Slowing slightly at the a shaking, presumably from excitement, that came from the creature, the cloaked savior received a firm gnaw from the same creature. Believing direct communication to have no effect now, the breath that collected inside him took the form of an exasperated sigh.
'Onwards, slave! Why have you stopped!? Keep walking or I'll bite harder, you slave! Hahaha!' What followed her dominant thoughts were vibrations of her throat, characterized by quiet ferality, as well as the relocation of the baby teeth wherever she pleased.
"Père, you still think there will be the gens to serve?" A maiden with long brown hair wondered to her father, who had disappeared into the back of the set-up. A moment soon, and the large head peered from the doorway, towards the girl who stood at the front, lacking someone to serve. 'Pere' is equal to father, while 'gens' would refer to customer, or client.
"Vell, my daughter! as long as we try our hardest, zen I believe we can make it in zis new place!" Seems that the guiding of an aged man rung it's meaning and hope, plastering a short smile onto the girl's face.
"And it looks like we have vun more, he looks your age, go on, m-vake a friend!" The father's foreign accent seeped into the string of words. Accentuated with a waving of the hands as if shooing off a persistent child, the daughter turned towards a cloaked young man.
"B-bonjour, w-what would y-you like to h-h..." As it seems, the girl had not well developed her ability to trade speech with strangers. The savior had only become confused at the sight, usually, the men and women at the front of the store could speak without a hitch in their voice.
He came to the conclusion that this girl was new to the experience. Even he was a terrible thief at one point. He was caught, but because of the mistake, he was able to learn so much more.
A large aged man emerged from a doorway in the store, having heard his daughter's mini-breakdown.
The father took his order, and returned to the quiet innings of the set-up. With a wry smile and force of will, the girl looked at him again. Among those in the background, a person strode past the front of the display, uninterested.
"U-uhm, a-are you new here?" The squire motioned his head to show that he was in fact new. An embarrassed dusting of red formed on her cheeks, she would like to make a new friend in the new place, and this person was the first to have shown interest, as far as actually listening goes.
After shifting her sight to somewhere else, the girl muttered something foreign to herself, remaining ignored by the client. With a large intake of air, then the subsequent exhaling of said air, she turned back towards him, with her fortitude restored.
With the short time they shared, much of the exchange was conducted by the young French girl, all questions related to mundane teenager existence. Are you enrolling? What school? Where are you from?
Patience was tried, and rewarded when the once-forgotten aged man burst from the open doorframe that led into the inner sanctum of the store. A foam container was traded for profit. Luckily it was fairly inexpensive, else expectations of the wolf would plummet, and he would be faced with her abandonment.
The older man let aged laughter spill into the atmosphere when her daughter waved a goodbye to her new 'friend'.
"Revoir, Tristan, we will see each other soon enough, ami." The girl waved to his retreating cloak, and returned to her father deeper into the store, finally ready to close down for the day.
The squire had found a note in one of his cloak's pockets. It was contact from the agent of sunlight, along with a light silver key and the address to where he will be staying. This was earlier in the morning after Eria had made her casualties on the take-away. The little wolf had decided to rest in a more comfortable area, namely the apartment.
Now he was scouting the school that he would have to attend for whatever reason. The place looked fairly noble, with it's tall buildings and abundant space behind the school for physical activity. He had changed out of his traveling wear, and into a more modest set of clothing, covered by a large jacket, as if hiding from the world.
As he looked on around the large buildings from the front gate, he passed a few students who decided to stay back at for a while. It was only an hour after the school day had passed, and there were still those who remain on the grounds.
As Tristan glazed the building with his eyes, he noticed one of the windows held a peculiar difference. In one, there was a student looking at him, other than dark long hair, features remained hidden with distance, and the glass pane. Judging from the hair length, it was likely that this person was a female.
She may not even be looking at him, but shortly after he focused into the window, the girl disappeared into the building, away from the window. With nothing interesting about that specific window, the striving knight returned to scouting, catching the attention of a few bystanders.
A thieve's guidance allowed him to focus on what they had said, yet inexperience with the skill stole the possibility of complete hearing, but let him hear small excerpts of the girl's conversation, even while walking. Wouldn't it be suspicious of someone suddenly stopped what they were doing if you and your friend started talking about that person?
'New student?'
'Looks scary, Shiya...' More of their ramblings continued on, but a much louder, closer voice attracted his attention elsewhere
"Excuse me." A boom of volume made his thieve's ears go deaf for a moment, still, he turned towards the source.
It was an aged man, with rectangular glasses that rested on his ears and large nose.
"You don't look like a student here, may I ask what you're doing here, young man?" The teacher looked him up and down, before receiFving an explanation on his existence within the academy of Kuoh.
"Ooh, well then, allow this teacher to show you the school grounds, so that you may be better acquainted for when you attend this school. Come with me then."
The two of them left for an entrance into the building.
"You know, this school has used to be a co-ed, all-girls school, but up until just recently, it's allowed for male students to attend the school." The two traversed a repeated flight of stairs until reaching a floor that look the same as all the others.
"Now, since you're seventeen years old, you will be a second year student at this school, so this will be your floor." The squire followed the older teacher off the stairs, into the corridor. Shortly, the old man leaned closer.
"Hey, since this used to be a girl's school, there's a lot of them here, is that why you chose this school?" The teacher mocked him, reliving his days as a student once more and nudged the squire on the side with his elbow. But his old days didn't feature a would-be student who didn't desire the beautiful girls that stood at the top of society.
Usually it was filled with his friends expressing adoration for their bodies.
But next to the former student, is a would-be student who's given up on attempting the impossible.
"W-well, then, next we will be looking outside, behind the school and on the track. Come on, Tristan, you might even make a new friend here." He waved his hand in the direction they came, down the stairs. With a silent gesture of agreement, they proceeded.
Halfway down the stairs, the squire saw a familiar student go opposite their direction. An abnormal girl, with her purple hair.
The new girl stopped to converse with the teacher, who was apparently surprised that she was still here. It was his birthright, his entitlement to a life of despondence that made him look to the stairs as they spoke to one another. Yet even while the two were talking, he felt strange around the student.
He felt her looking at him.
Only for a moment or so however, thankfully the teacher did not introduce the two. He must have picked up his attitude towards people, and did the boy a favor, leaving him to the dispirited chamber in his mind. Far away from Asane, and far away from his sister.
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bye wonderful people.