Thread: You've Got Your Arms Wide, and Sin in Your Eyes (Daunte and Potter)

The trained gaze of the elder blood host locked upon the approaching male far before the newly met companion which she'd apparently ended up becoming stranded with. Fortunately it seemed like they weren't in an inherently hostile land based on the boy's lack of weaponry, but that didn't mean she was going to let her guard down in the slightest. The moment that happened seemingly always coincided with the moment something awful happened. Ciri had been through enough awful events, especially the ordeal with the Wild Hunt, to never want another bad incidenct to occur. That was of course why her blade remained drawn, although the friendly social aspect held within Cirilla's personality meant that it was lowered to reduce any amount of forced intimidation. The sword was a warning and nothing more. Weiss on the other hand, caught up in panic about the current situation, didn't notice the guy until he spoke which resulted in her quickly snapping to face him. The ivory huntress didn't recognize his outfit since it didn't look like any of the school uniforms she'd ever seen if it could even be considered a uniform at all, something she was skeptical of. Still though he had the look of a student which she could relate to even if their types of schools would be incredibly different. Weiss really doubted that he was a hunter based on the way he looked, but then again surprises lay around every corner. Both girls were confused by his words though as neither of them had any clue really what cosplaying was. Weiss knew of the concept sort of since she'd heard about people doing it in the less restrictive areas far from her home, but it wasn't even really popular outside of Atlas either. The other confusion thing was that she didn't even know what it was she would be cosplaying, and the mention of her name made her even more confused. How did this guy know who she was and why did he think she was cosplaying? Ciri's emerald eyes shifted to look at the female standing next to her, eyeing the huntress up and down. Based on the male's assessment it would seem like the white haired fair maiden was named Weiss, but how exactly he knew her own name was beyond her comprehension. Cirilla didn't recognize the male in the slightest and it didn't seem like any area of the world she'd ever been to. Everything including the guy's clothing was extremely foreign to her. That didn't even begin to describe her confusion at the mention of cosplay. Was that a sort of interaction involving costumes? If so, what was she even dressed as? As she looked down at herself she only came to the conclusion that she looked like herself which made her cast a wary glance at the newly arrived male. Hey nice to meet you. I'd introduce myself, but well, it seems like you already know who we are. How do you know my name? Zireael asked, eyes narrowing upon the male in a scrutinizing gaze. Something about the situation didn't sit right with her. It was off in some way more than just having woken up in an unknown land, but what exactly was wrong Ciri couldn't quite place. Weiss nodded her in turn, agreeing with the sentiment offered by the ashen haired warrior who she'd woken up next to. The fact that the first person they met knew both of their names was extremely discomforting to the huntress. Yeah that's a good question. We don't even know each other so how do you know us? I mean my family name is rather widespread, but I'm not exactly the face of the family, Ms. Schnee pressed with a certain prideful tone to her voice. She'd definitely become more distant to her family in recent memory, but that didn't mean she wasn't proud of where she came from.