[ servants without masters don't sleep; they have no need. eliza doesn't remember what it's like to sleep a full night anymore — not since stepping out of the throne of heroes. something at the back of her mind tells her that even before then, she hadn't been sleeping well. she still can't remember the finer details of a lot of her life before this town or the holy grail wars, but she remembers enough to know who she is. lady elizabeth bathory from hungary, seen as nothing but a doll by her family and those who loved her, pressured into staying young and beautiful by any means necessary.

eliza supposes the joke's on them now. as a heroic spirit she'll never age: her beauty will be everlasting and everyone will love her.

she remembers growing up within stone walls, well educated but not often allowed to play with other children. perhaps that's why she's outside now in the early morning hours. a potent mix of being unable to sleep, unable to stay within those walls any longer, and unable to shake off the sudden, pressing migraine at the back of her eyes. it comes and goes, sharpens to a point and then dissipates. a clawed hand presses to the side of her head but she shakes it off, horns tossing condensation from the post-storm air.

her white boots come to a pause at the edge of a shallow puddle, and eliza tips her head down, glancing at her reflection in the water. the wind ripples the surface, and she tips her head. when the rain came, it would often come down heavy, and the streets would remain muddy for weeks afterward. eliza's not sure she's ever seen a puddle like this before, and she doesn't fight the strange urge to simply jump in. the cold water splashes up over her shins and out onto the street, and echoing the sound is her giggle, clawed fingers pressing to her mouth.

eliza's certain she's alone, but man, it'd be embarrassing if someone was watching, right? you should come ruin this moment. ]

[ eliza can be found at pretty much any food booth that's serving something meaty and delicious, looking like she's about to consume her weight in protein and soda. without a master, eliza needs to actually eat in order to keep her mana stores up, and even though she's slowly getting annoyed with the whole thing, she figures it's better than actually killing one or ten of these townsfolk to consume their souls. after all, there's still that nagging need to ... atone for what she did.

if she's not at a food booth, she can be found harassing the band, insisting she be allowed to sing because "Don't you know!? I'm an idol, and I should sing for my adoring fans!" luckily for basically everyone, the band is adamant about not letting strange girls with tails and horns onto their stage because her appearance would scare the families. with each second that passes, eliza's getting more frustrated, and at one point, she'll even rip off one of her mari gras necklaces (she has about 30 of them) and throw it. sorry if you're in the way!

or really, just roll with it, this is wildcard. ]