Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

The Archer stared at the Ferris wheel with something like a glare. Though it would be a lie to say this glare was hatred. It was merely because he had a strange, downright obscene sensation just looking at it. As if it felt hysterically wrong to step on it. Perhaps its the fact it's a simulator thats throwing him off. But from what others would see, It looked like stone faced Archer was.. Scared? Nonsense. He wasn't scared of heights, He previously used his reality marble to drop him from thousands of feet to get a advantage in battle. "Good grief.." He stared at it, continuing to lean on the railing. The golden lights caused his shadow to paint the snow behind him. The difference in light making him seem like a bit of a black void. The more clsoe you got the more clear his form came.

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TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

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The shuffling of snow could be heard behind the Archer as Ereshkigal decided to visit the Ferris wheel as her final destination in the simulation. A stark contrast to him, this goddess had a much more gentle expression on her face. Her eyes were cast at the top of the Ferris wheel in awe, gazing at the bright, multicolored lights which adorned it. Her cheeks and nose were tinted a faint pink as a result of the cold weather, and because of this, she nestled into the warmth of her thick scarf. It looked as if she was she was so preoccupied by the sight of the large construct that she had failed to notice the brooding man. But that did not last very long. As her eyes travelled down to the foundation of the wheel, Ereshkigal let out a small yelp in surprise. After a few steps back, a quick clearing of her throat, and a short exhale, she stepped closer to the unknown man. Though still maintaining a short distance, she stopped behind him and gave a small, slightly awkward wave. “Ah, excuse me,” she said, as puffs of steam escaped her mouth— another result of the cold weather. “Will you be entering the Ferris wheel? I was about to head in myself, but I noticed you waiting by the railing. I was wondering if you would like to enter before me.”

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11:51 AM

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The Archer felt a 'minor' kick in his stomach hearing the feminine voice hit him like a train. He isn't a brooding man, Just staring at the ferris wheel! He cannot be considered to be brooding, Right? Whatever. It wasn't his job to care how he was viewed. Nevertheless, He couldn't just ignore the voice that lined the air behind him. The light snow fall had stopped a while ago, with only tiny bits ever so often coming down. A single snow flake fell onto his cheek. It was certainly cold, Colder then he expected. He flicked the now very VERY fragile snow flake from his face. Her yelp was strange and with how awkward this girl was. It was very strange in fact. Why was she so worried how she seemed? It was completely foreign in thought to him. He looked back. Catching what that face was. It didn't change much, merely added a thin layer of curiosity to her. "My bad. If you want to go in, Go ahead. I'm afraid I'm condemned to just watching." He said, attempting to lighten his voice to match the time of year. It wasn't particularly effective.

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