"You are in my Yard. A nightmare to be exact." John explained and motioning to the area around them. A massive wasteland with cliffs and a surrounding ghost town of sorts. Skeletons of massive floating in the sky. "Now I have a question for you. If you are a spirit, how is it that you are having this nightmare in the first place?"
As the other answered his question, blue eyes followed the gesture and noticed the rather desolated—albeit creepy—scene, resulting in the reappearance of the small frown. Yup, definitely not Seele or Ea’s realm. Though it was curious that this being had a nightmare for a yard. As Kreuz returned his attention to the draped individual, in time to hear the question, a slight tilt of his head followed. He knew the platinum blonde was technically dead? At this, the tiny frown simply morphed into a smile. "That is an interesting question, isn’t it? Let’s just say it’s a family business, hmm?”
—It’s called patroling. I have to look around the city and make sure there’s no enemy around…— her tone was death serious, and her eyes didn’t help either —Name’s Puramya, forming part of the Zverza conquest. And you! You better not be an enemy…— she started to take out her beloved katana.
"Oh dear. enemies?" There couldn’t possibly be Kors, could there? Kreuz then blinked at the seriousness in her tone of voice as his hand dropped to his sidee. He really needed to warm up or else he wasn’t going to be able to move soon. "Ah, I’m Bishop Kreuz—W-wait!" The platinum blonde exclaimed once Puramya pulled out a weapon. "No need to be so rash, miss!"
|kreuzthevertrag sent: "Are you lost?" // Break the Ice Meme. Harro! :3 //|
"Of course I am , idiot" It happens again and Fiona’s , once again, not sure where she is
Kreuz frowned. "It’s not very nice to insult someone who’s concerned for you, you know."
This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.
"Are you lost?"
'And you are?”
"Who are you?"
"I don’t think we’ve met."
"How old are you?"
"How long have you been there?"
"Can I trust you?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"Are you wearing my clothes…?"
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"People are watching."
"I’ve got bad news."
"Hate to break it to you.. but ___ is dead."
"I will never forgive you."
"Why are you so angry?"
"Just kill me!"
"This is where it ends."
"Why don’t you hate me?!"
"You can’t just give up… not now!"
Well this was an odd turn of events… a spirit that had already passed, now brought back into a physical body, was having a nightmare. Was that really possible? “Greetings. spirit~”
Kreuz minutely frowned. This—wherever this was—was unfamiliar to him. It certainly was not Seele or Ea’s realm, so just where did the bishop wounded up? Blue eyes glanced around until it fell upon a strange figure, who then greeted him. Maybe the person knows! “Ah, hello there!” Kreuz returned the salutation with a sudden friendly smile. "Would you happened to know where I am?"
—Why not? It’s helpful for training— she answered, not being able to hide the fact she was freezing as she shivered.
"But you’re shivering!" Slowly and with much stiffness, Kreuz managed to point an accusatory finger at the young girl. "What kind of training is this?"
"…I’m not particularly too fond of this cold," Kreuz muttered, feeling his body stiffening from the freezing temperature. If he didn’t find warmth soon, the bishop was going to be a popsicle. The perks of being, essentially, an undead. He didn’t really like the sound of that but it was true.