[ Wherever Shuten-Douji is, the scent of alcohol closely follows.
She's been rather reserved (by her own standards) as she takes in this new world. Castle Thorne is quaint, grand even. Shuten has made some lazy comparisons between it and Chaldea (or rather, what's left to operate within the Wandering Sea) in terms of very great magic capabilities and some of their technological advances. Still, the Servant is much more interested in those who were forcefully summoned just like herself. After all, they were not of the same cloth as she was.
How has she been spending her days so far? Well, lazing about, eating, drinking, flirting with the guards or servants as they nervously chuckle in response, some with flushed faces, others quickly hurrying away, because even if they don't know what an oni was, they innately understand a creature with bared teeth even if it smiles at them.
One afternoon there's a particularly... Drunk-looking guard who stumbles down the hall, rubbing their face with one hand, with extremely flushed cheeks. Not too far away, the small woman with horns is sitting at the base of a statue, tossing a bright golden-red apple, up and down with one hand, while waving to the guard with the other. ]
Thank you for the gift!
[ Walking within her vicinity is like stepping into a dangerously sweet and toxic fog. ]
along came an oni
She's been rather reserved (by her own standards) as she takes in this new world. Castle Thorne is quaint, grand even. Shuten has made some lazy comparisons between it and Chaldea (or rather, what's left to operate within the Wandering Sea) in terms of very great magic capabilities and some of their technological advances. Still, the Servant is much more interested in those who were forcefully summoned just like herself. After all, they were not of the same cloth as she was.
How has she been spending her days so far? Well, lazing about, eating, drinking, flirting with the guards or servants as they nervously chuckle in response, some with flushed faces, others quickly hurrying away, because even if they don't know what an oni was, they innately understand a creature with bared teeth even if it smiles at them.
One afternoon there's a particularly... Drunk-looking guard who stumbles down the hall, rubbing their face with one hand, with extremely flushed cheeks. Not too far away, the small woman with horns is sitting at the base of a statue, tossing a bright golden-red apple, up and down with one hand, while waving to the guard with the other. ]
Thank you for the gift!
[ Walking within her vicinity is like stepping into a dangerously sweet and toxic fog. ]