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Eyeing the situation, Sif motioned towards the knight from atop of Freyja, the others mingling with each other.
The sounds muffled through her helmet - how did anyone ever hear out of these?! - the Keeper only started to panic.
"NO! Please, I don't wanna die! I haven't told mom I'm sorry, and, and - AHHHH!" From inside her helmet, she saw a glimpse of a hand descending from above through one of the small holes in her helmet like the hand of God. Defenseless, she clumsily raised her over-armored hands, only to have the helmet removed by Yuzuki. She stayed there, frozen, arms raised with floppy gauntlets at the end. But the moment eventually passed and she took a peek. All around her were beings just as beautiful as she had first glimpsed through that cursed can that she was wearing moments ago. Except, with the helmet off, she came to realize something. They were dirty. They were tired.
There was a pair of men with them.
"G-g-g-g-good Lords, I beg pardon for any insult I m-m-may have caused by my as-assumptions. I am - I am Adelaide von Weiss, and am - " her words were suddenly cut off as the smallest boots she had ever seen worn by the smallest woman she had ever met landed on the breastplate she was still trapped under.
"First thing is first. You said you were a healer? Fix him," the tiny person commanded with a tone of power, pointing to a wounded member of . Nodding furiously Adelaide pointed her palm at Dimitri from where she lay, a golden glow emanating from her hand that instantly begun to mend his wound.
"Good. Now, you will answer our questions," Sif commanded, green eyes glaring down at her."As they require the mental exercise, they shall be doing the asking, and you the answering," the Mini-Neko added. "And I expect you lot to be able to come up with good questions to ask her as well. Get to it," she ordered them, crossing her arms.
With them all getting a good look, it was clear that the poor girl underneath Sif's boots likely just came of age. Someone clearly out of her league with whatever it was that was going on. The fact that her light brown hair was a mess from being under that helmet, and her big, round glasses were askew only added to this impression.
"Valkyries?" asked Rin with a cocked eyebrow. She glanced at the others, and then at Sif. "Well, that is true in one sense."
The sounds muffled through her helmet - how did anyone ever hear out of these?! - the Keeper only started to panic.
"NO! Please, I don't wanna die! I haven't told mom I'm sorry, and, and - AHHHH!" From inside her helmet, she saw a glimpse of a hand descending from above through one of the small holes in her helmet like the hand of God. Defenseless, she clumsily raised her over-armored hands, only to have the helmet removed by Yuzuki. She stayed there, frozen, arms raised with floppy gauntlets at the end. But the moment eventually passed and she took a peek. All around her were beings just as beautiful as she had first glimpsed through that cursed can that she was wearing moments ago. Except, with the helmet off, she came to realize something. They were dirty. They were tired.
There was a pair of men with them.
"G-g-g-g-good Lords, I beg pardon for any insult I m-m-may have caused by my as-assumptions. I am - I am Adelaide von Weiss, and am - " her words were suddenly cut off as the smallest boots she had ever seen worn by the smallest woman she had ever met landed on the breastplate she was still trapped under.
"First thing is first. You said you were a healer? Fix him," the tiny person commanded with a tone of power, pointing to a wounded member of . Nodding furiously Adelaide pointed her palm at Dimitri from where she lay, a golden glow emanating from her hand that instantly begun to mend his wound.
"Good. Now, you will answer our questions," Sif commanded, green eyes glaring down at her."As they require the mental exercise, they shall be doing the asking, and you the answering," the Mini-Neko added. "And I expect you lot to be able to come up with good questions to ask her as well. Get to it," she ordered them, crossing her arms.
With them all getting a good look, it was clear that the poor girl underneath Sif's boots likely just came of age. Someone clearly out of her league with whatever it was that was going on. The fact that her light brown hair was a mess from being under that helmet, and her big, round glasses were askew only added to this impression.