Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190204220547/@comment-27344811-20190205170937

Walking through the shadows is something.

His name? Silver Chariot. Well, technically, it's Silver Chariot Requiem, but, you know. Many assume he is just mindless.. yet Requiem stands are granted their own mind and sentience (to some degree), and he's no different. He just never saw the use of talking and suh, since he was doing his job.

He's a soldier. Not a knight, like Polnaredd had him originally- knights are dumb. Why would you tell the enemy what your attacks are? What your strategies are? It's idiotic. That's like holding up a giant target on the battlefield.

Yet he can sense... two? Two of his ex-user. Yes, he has no master. He wasn't the first like this since, you know, Anubis existed before him.

"..augh, am I the only one here?!" SCR watches as a younger Polnareff kicks up dust from the trees. "Is this the work of Dio? It has to be the new stand, since there's still one left, right? We only found eight, yeah, has to be... maybe it's something like The Sun. Maybe I'm... I'm teleported to another forest, or all of this is fake?"

SCR starts walking again. What he needs to do is find the arrow- when he was brought here, it slipped out of his hand. He needs to find it- it's his only mission...