"Blaze...? Beautiful?!"

An angered growl seemed to be rising up from the armored of the present purple company, steam flowing freely from the few holes within her pristine protection.

"You will watch your tongue, lest I add a new wriggling attachment to Laevatein's hilt!"

A scoff from the armored hotshot, rapier unyielding in it's aim towards the others frontal lobe.

"You're out without your life is what you trulynare, Sir Lamorak. How does a Knight of the Table leave their room without their blade? It would be easier to understand if you left your heart behind."

"Oh come now [READER], surely you've got more to you. Stand strong and face me!"

ᅠ

I will be the judge of that. Please, enlighten me.

"What manner of weapon do you wield? It's very...unique."

Visions? What did they show to you, Galahad?

Them being your reason of absence certainly doesn't inspire positive thoughts.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻
𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬. 𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓊𝓈
𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝒶𝓃𝒹
𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈…

#OCRP - #MVRP

𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉…

"Oh come now [READER], surely you've got more to you. Stand strong and face me!"

-wonderous shopping district!"

Taking her hand off the other as she extended the apple out to Shawn.
"Everything's got a price, even information amiright?"

Percival caught the flash in his expression quickly shift, but didn't quite understand it. Still noteworthy, though her ear flicking at the metallic shifts made it clear her focus was mostly elsewhere.

"Sol? Never heard of such a place stranger. You're right in the middle of Camelot and it's-

Noxy.

I've been fairly absent the last few days and uh
Am lost.

I'm gonna get to replies and stuff now

Noxy.

Soooooo new potential muse idea and most excitedly perhaps, a SATBK specific OC!

“𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝...𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭: 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞.

- 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬
- 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
- 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝
- 𝐍𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐝
- 𝟏𝟏+ 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐗𝐏

Pinned

STARLIGHT THE HEDGEHOG

-stranger! Say, that's a mighty big bag on your back there. Best be careful, you never know who's trying to swipe things off of you."

-would start to rise in Percial upon seeing the a large bag upon the traveller's back. Deciding to investigate, she would stop at a fruit vendor before approaching with one apple being tossed and caught, taking on her more rural accent as she clasped her spare hand on his shoulder.

"Hello there,-

An unknown traveller wasn't exactly a foreign sight within kingdom boundaries, but the one who caught the Knight's eyes was certainly...peculiar.
For one their clothing was unlike any she'd seen and didn't seem to follow any one lands general cultural influence. Not unheard of either, but suspicion-

Percival was wandering the streets of Camelot at the moment, wearing a low amount of armor as her relaxed pace allowed her to greet many a passerby.

It was always good to not only show her humility, but also to remember her roots.

No, my helm is one of a kind. Specially made by the greatest Smith in all the land.

...besides your bulbous skull would need a large at least.

Someone else is fucking you?