like real people do.

so tell me where to put my love / do i wait for time to do what it does

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BEAST VII ☆ U-OLGA MARIE ☆ FATE

“her ribcage is filled with flowers but they are dead, dead, dead.” saint graph. profile.

you ever were just minding your business as a human and next thing you know you're god??? crazy stuff right???

u-olga marie is no longer olga marie animusphere and hasn't been for almost two years no. i say this because a lot of her memories she made in spirale as a human have almost been entirely forgotten/are hazy at best due to the fact she forgot pretty much everything about her life as olga marie animusphere. doesn't that sound fun!

so for those that knew her when she was human, at best, they are mostly a familiar face and name

manifested as the seventh beast, the one who heralds the end, and was originally chaldea's enemy until the events of the seventh lostbelt where she ended up sacrificing herself to stop ORT (had she her heart, she would have survived)

as the alien god (or the god disciple but olga doesn't know that), she has a myriad of powers which you can see here but most importantly, she can technically see emotions and can tell when someone is lying so. good luck!

works and maintains karna's flower shop in his stead, as she does have a big fondness for flowers/gardening instead

hates humans and thinks of them as annoying bugs yet in the same vein, wants to govern them and guide them to be better than they are. the duality of a beast am i right or what????

has been in spirale for over 4 years now, almost five! currently owns a house and has three pet cats

due to her.....uniqueness as the alien god, she doesn't really sleep anymore nor can she dream technically speaking. she can shut herself down in case of an emergency, but doesn't 'sleep' like normal

hey wanna see a pseudo- black hole come closer--

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sent an ask to the masterlist but also wanted to say that here that olga's blog has been moved to here! it's the same url, just a fresh blog as it was needed. this one will remain up for archival purposes and i'll probably reblog this again later in the week

[supremestance]

SAVIOR'S RESPITE 一 A PEACEFUL PLACE, really, despite the morbidity of tales which circulate around it. she has heard, many a time, from the archimedes ward locals of those who have met their ends here. was that why she was so drawn to this place in some strange, curious way? even now as the wind brushes through shortened strands of gold, she observes, only stirring from her thoughts ever so slightly at the sound of another's approach.

she hadn't expected company, but she was not one to turn it away unless there was reason. ❝ Have you come for the gorgeous scenery? ❞ the first question, eyes remaining fixated on the sprawling island, halted only by a horizon of fog that barred them from going further in some places. ❝ Or perhaps it is the tales they weave of this place. Of heroes and sacrifices thrown toward their ends, whether or not there was a choice of the matter, ❞ she continues, pausing as she wonders something aloud, though posed as well toward the other were she so inclined to reply.

❝ Do you think those who met their ends here were foretold of? ❞

@animasend

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Savior's Respite was a place the alien god never really ventured anymore. before, she enjoyed the peace it brought. ignoring the often macabre tales surrounding the location, choosing not to ponder the 'what-if's' that surrounded the legends. truth be told, she didn't choose to come here conciously. her mind drifted and her body led her where it wished to. and when posed the question by the stranger, at first, she only gives silence.

" Would it make a difference if they knew it was going to happen?" her gaze drifts to the ledge as the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks below reach her ears. " If they made the choice beforehand, determined, then knowing would do little to stop it."

she didn't know of what was to come but when it came to that moment in mictlan, she made the choice. could that really be called a sacrifice? or a choice, even? it was her heart. thus, it was her duty to deal with it no matter what. " What's the difference between these so-called heroes and those offered as sacrifice when they're the only ones who do what nobody else will?"

[thybrilliance]

   ⠀There's an Alien God in the flower shop.

   ⠀Ophelia only knew select things about the being the Crypters were adherent to, and most of those things were learned on this very island by word of mouth. She's very much aware that she resembles Olga Marie, Chaldea's original Director— which she only knows because this being once chased herself and Olga through a museum that came to life. What the real connection there was, she can only venture guesses. Truthfully, she's tried not to dwell on it too much.

   ⠀So why not? Why wouldn't she enter a flower shop only to see that very being hovering there? The mage should probably feel a bolt of fear run through her right about now... Maybe under different circumstances, she would. Maybe she should know better by now than to make eye contact with otherworldly beings, whether they're across time and space or right in front of her. But her simplistic reasoning is that, well... How many people make chaos in a flower shop? It's a fairly calm place to be... and besides that, the animosity she felt that night at the museum is nowhere to be found.

   ⠀This still leaves her overly aware of her limbs and utterly unaware of how to carry them. She couldn't compose anything of value to say even if she tried.

   ⠀❛ ⠀It's you...⠀❜ ⠀Does Olga Marie know about this?

—@animasend ; s.c.

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now that is a face she hasn't seen in what felt like eons.

there is a part, somehere deep in the back of memory, that reacts to her voice– it only ever does that when faced with something that happened in this city. the difference is that Ophelia is a face she knows from their world. brief, a flicker and flash, nothing more. and yet......ever the color of surprise, muddied by shock and....disbelief? but nestled within the watercolor is a color she recognizes well– it belongs to those who wonder: is that really Olga Marie?

the alien god sets down the armful of camellia's onto the counter, eyes devoid of any light meeting the Crypter's gaze. she doesn't know. it's plain as day to see. she wonders, briefly, if she should say anything. a flower shop hardly seems like the ideal place to even have such a conversation but.....

it never goes away. she always sees that color in the faces of those who knew her before. sometimes she wants nothing more than to squash it beneath her heel, crushing it out of existence. and then there's that ever so pesky heart, glad such a color exists.

" She's gone." her voice is even, as if used to repeating those two words. " The Olga Marie you knew. We are the same but I'm what's left. " better to say it now while Ophelia's floundering for what exactly to do. she floats past the counter and the crypter to grab a pair of clippers, returning to her work. " You should close your motuh before a bug finds its way inside."

[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀RIN ⠀can't decide if she's relieved or not by how empty this apartment building seems. She's picking up the pace as much as she can, sprinting from one room to the next and doing as quick a room search as she can without running the risk of missing something; even then, she can feel the clock ticking each time one of her shoes hit the linoleum.

⠀⠀⠀Some of these rooms are fairly vacant or lack much beyond the minimalist furniture given on arrival, but more often than not the mage stumbles across a life interrupted. Dishes are still in the sink, or even on a table spread with unfinished food in varying states of decay; toys are scattered on the ground, an indicator that Spirale natives must also live here— and could be among the ones attacking Olga Marie this very second. Some rooms look like a struggle occurred, and some of the clutter from those struggles spill out into the hallway through apartment doors left wide open. This well and truly feels like searching for hope in the wake of a natural disaster; unwillingly, her mind goes back to the scar that still lingers in the center of Fuyuki. Trying to dispel the images ripped from her imagination, her voice carries a little more sharply than she'd like.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀I'm going as fast as I can !⠀❜  ⠀Tohsaka snaps back through a shattered window, little more than a dark-haired blur that flits left to right above Olga. She knows the self-proclaimed President is right, and that her level of restraint is a bane for both of them more than anything—Rin doesn't think she could blame her for doing what she has to do, especially when both of their abilities are drained considerably. Even so, seeing these bits of life left behind... She needs to hurry before Olga's left with little choice.

⠀⠀⠀No sooner did the thought enter her mind than she felt the walls shake. Rin throws herself to the ground out of instinct just as what little remaining lighting swells and then explodes, leaving the hallway in utter darkness as fragments of glass and dislodged bricks go flying. When the immediate danger passes, she lifts her head from beneath her arms and looks to the right— the sudden draft she feels is the result of a massive hole blown into the wall. Olga warns not to touch anything metal nearby, but Rin is far more focused on finding her phone to use as a light. Somewhere nearby, only slightly audible among all the chaos of the explosion, the mage had heard a scream that didn't belong.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Hello— ?! … Olga, hold on— I think there is someone still up here... !⠀❜  ⠀

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hold on? hold on?! is she out of her mind?! nowhere in this situation is there a chance for her to hold on – already was she pushing the limit of buying the mage the time she needed. that explosion had already alerted any glitched in the area to their presence. olga didn't need her unique sight to see the numerous angry and almost.....hungry lifeforms making a mad sprint towards their location.

humans. so....slow even while rushing. she could have had both rin and the survivor out in a blink but she was already pushing her powers to their limit. olga didn't even think she could fly at the moment and it wasn't something she wanted to risk. " Tch– just find them and get out! You have five minutes and then I'm leveling this block!" okay that last part was a lie but rin didn't need to know that.

it wasn't elegant nor fitting for a president– fighting with her fists. she much preferred the reliability of black holes and a bolt of lightning to mop up whatever had the audacity to get in her way. but it was the most efficient way to prolong what power she had left. deep breath in, deep breath out. diamond eyes take a moment to observe her surroundings but it's interrupted by an annoying beep from her phone. she fishes it out of her pocket, eyes narrowing at the message on the screen:

modifier applied: second winded

she hardly has time to think as the screech of the glitched continue to shatter the silence. her phone is forgotten once more in her pocket, but she feels.....different. that almost palpable exhaustion gives way to an odd, tingling sensation. but as long as it wasn't slowing her down, the alien god didn't care.

she just needed to keep them away from the doors and out of the building......ah.

"Perfect." the word is mumbled under her breath as she quickly approaches a power line, the wires disconnected and hanging limply but dead so no risk of electrocution. heels dig into the ground and with some effort, she breaks the pole at the base, a loud crack echoing around her. wasting no time, she grips the ends as best she could before swinging it around as if it were a giant bat. the pole connects with the growing group of glitched, the force sending them flying back as she lets go of the pole with a shout, the mess of wood and glitched carrying along anything that gets in the path as it collides against the street.

[heclingmuzik]

"Oh, shit." She could have sworn she found a spot that no residence of Yesteryear came by. Or at least it was empty enough to where she wouldn't disrupt them.

"Sorry. I thought this place was...empty." Yikes.

Ismael clears her throat as she quickly puts everything back neatly. "You know, I actually would. But uh...I haven't really gone deep into Mistwood yet." The place was scary and she was only just a regular human.

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" Your lack of awareness for your surroundings is evident. Had I been someone up to no good, you'd already be injured. Or worse." she can see the flash of embarrassment, a color of almost neon pink. nauseating to a degree, but nothing she couldn't handle.

" Yesteryear is never empty. No matter where you go." she could see numerous lifeforms, hidden safely away, but it was better not to say such out loud. humans tend to freak out if they learn they're always being watched.

" And? Do you plan to stay away from it forever? The denizens can be felled with arrows just as well as any other weapon if you know where to strike."

[heclingmuzik]

@animasend

Exhale

And release.

Three arrows travels through the air, hitting the trunk of a tree in a single line from top to bottom. Ismael holds her position for a moment before grinning ear to ear with satisfaction.

"Hell yeah." Lowering her purple bow, she starts to approach the trunk to pull the arrows out. Yesteryear has some pretty good target areas for training!

"I should come here often."

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" If you intend to keep scaring the inhabitants, then by all means."

finding another soul was rare in Yesteryear. that's what made it her preferred place to go when she needed complete and utter silence. the doll-like beings that lived among the ruins never gave her a headache, their cognitive capabilities always existing in a singular color. human life was.....spare. it was perfect, but that didn't mean someone else popped in from time to time and managed to find her preferred hiding spot.

" Why not go to the Mistwood? Plenty of targets exist there."

[feranmut]

❝ ... why is it whenever summer arrives, there is always talk of this 'summertime sadness.' Isn't that season meant to be upbeat or the like? ❞

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" From what I can tell, the season enhances the bittersweet and sorrowful emotions they feel during this time. An odd sort of thing with most living things."

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honestly, it was annoying. to be expected to hold back when these things were actively trying to kill anything that remained free from infection was a tall order. the plants and creatures altered from their normal state was one thing– turning them to ash meant nothing to her. but the citizens turned into glitch.......

olga marie didn't care whether they got caught in the crossfire or not, but her companion did. and damned if she didn't harbor a soft spot for the mage, which was as much of a nuisance as it was a blessing. she agreed to help Rin clear out this sector of the Sunset Circuit– the infection spread across the water to the branches in no time, which meant survivors could still be trapped. and such a task was not without danger, danger which the alien god was dealing with while the other was searching through the apartment building behind her.

" Hurry it up! Any longer and I can't guaruntee they won't die." because she can feel her powers being sapped away little by little (temporary, she hopes) as she shouts her warning. a hand sweeps away a few glitchedvhumans by altering the gravity, sending them into a ditch. lightning sparks at the tips of her other hand, firing off in arcs of neon blue and yellow, striking the mutated creature that was about to try and rip her head off. it easily turns it to ash, but arcs of lightning go haywire, striking the second floor of the apartment building. an explosion of bricks, shattered glass, and concrete rain down from the newfound hole in the wall and she curses beneath her breath as her companion shouts in surprise.

" Don't touch anything metal near that opening!" that voltage would fry the mage alive, even with any protections she could conjure up. " Hurry– that explosion is bound to draw more attention!"

@inheirit - to die for

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despite the years, he finds himself with a tenderness that has not diluted, as his fingers pass carefully through each knot to undo them. the brush has helped, but he has found a liking into spending hours with this, doing her hair. it is not a chore, rather the opposite, it brings so much peace though he is not quite good at saying so. sometimes, it is easier to say action speak louder than words but he likes to talk with Marie, as much as he enjoys the silence.

it's not that he is unaware — he is intimately acquainted with the truth, that it is far easier to never speak of the matter. Marie doesn't tell him anything, that he should look away when mourning her, but he had never been good at that. perhaps a long ago, in those bygone days, though he is unsure since it has been centuries.

being indifferent to suffering, that is. what is grief if not another wound? he carries plenty with frightening ease, but he makes the effort to not have more for her sake. his own sight has never given him respite, he can only imagine hers is heavier. humming under his breath, his hands stop for a second.

“Marie, what happened to the air fryer?” his fingers resume their braiding, before he leans against her shoulder. a mumble in his native tongue passes through, the endearment gentle like the brush of a kiss.

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it's something that makes him happy, oddly enough. part of her didn't understand why– most of the time, her hair was fine on its own, hardly tangling or falling out of place. she assumes it was something from before and to be honest, she didn't hate it. his presence always soothed no matter what they spent their time doing and who was she to deny him? some would call it a selfishness for his time, his attention, to always make sure he's focused on her but it's far more than that.

she's content to let him talk, to fill the otherwise comfortable silence, offering words when needed. she could fall asleep to his voice, slip away in this idyllic moment and live alongside the steady beats of his hearts. for just a few hours, she could let herself dream. she's only half paying attention when he says her name, until the question is said in full.

'what happened to the air fryer?'

oops. she should have known he'd notice it missing, but not that quickly. how lucky for her then that she can spin this exactly how she wants. " I didn't like it anymore so I gave it away." sighing in content, she leans into his touch, chasing the warmth. " Why?"

[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀A ⠀soft sound of confusion escapes her as Olga shifts her position, and it's quickly replaced by the gritting of teeth. 'It's not like it's about to blow !' Rin feels compelled to point out, but when she actually goes to say it... She feels infuriatingly uncertain of that all of a sudden. A rather surly expression greets Olga by the time she turns around, but her sudden shift of subject makes it difficult to maintain it.

 ⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Hah—? Oh, you... Still remember that ?⠀❜ ⠀Rin isn't sure what she feels more strongly, relieved or mortified. She still has that picture; when she remembers the day and her friend's participation in it, she starts to wish she took pictures more often. It would make it easier to remember how things used to be. Theoretically it may have prolonged the confusion on her part, but she just has this irrational feeling that... the Olga Marie she once knew isn't someone that should be forgotten, seeing as she's never coming back. Not really, not entirely.

⠀⠀⠀That isn't to say this 'new' Olga is all that bad, though. She still wears her friend's face, has a few of the same mannerisms — and even has some of the same memories, even if it's the equivalent of looking through a photo album that was made several generations ago. She floats now, and says things Rin doesn't understand ( such as 'looks like my underling' ), and doesn't always understand the things Rin says... Yet despite all that, she still has the mage's trust.

   ⠀❛ ⠀That's a pretty open-ended question,⠀ ❜ ⠀she finally replies, voice lowering to a softness she still isn't quite used to. She's already begun to drown out the annoying whine of the air fryer, arms folded as her gaze drifts downward in thought.   ❛ ⠀Honestly, he was mostly adjusted to this place before I ever showed up here — I've just had to catch up. At this point, the routine's almost the same as it was before... Only — a couple of differences.⠀ ❜ ⠀Rin scratches at her cheek, but her fidgeting does nothing to diminish the smile that's crept in without her permission.

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it's something she's grown used to. there will always be dissonance between her and those she knows. nothing enough to throw off the entire harmony, but Olga Marie knows. even without her unique sight, she knew– humans would always remember the past, clinging onto those small fragments in their memory, keeping it alive for as long as they held life, even if it caused them pain. but she's made peace with it.

even if all of Olga Marie's dreams amounted to nothing, her memory deserved to remain.

" Differences." she repeats, noting the way Rin's colors soften, reflecting what goes unsaid. she had suspected when human that there was something there, but now there is confirmation. behind her, the air fryer beeps once, signifying that the timer was almost done. " I suppose you already told him you loved him then? Good. There's no sense in drawing those things out–" time was precious after all and it was best to make use of it. " Is that why you two live together? Hm, perhaps I should give a gift for the house....it's only right for the president to ensure her subjects are living we–"

before she can even say anything else, everything happens at once. no sooner did the timer reach zero on the air fryer than did it let out this horrifying mix between a screach and a mechanical grinding that hurt her ears. next came the smell. burning metal and seasonings creating an unholy concoction that could knock out a Servant. then?

boom.

her eyes widen as she feels a sudden heat blast against her back as the air fryer explodes, sending chunks of black plastic and metal flying all over her kitchen and into her hair. really, the alien god doesn't even flinch as she takes the entire impact. quite frankly, she's too stunned to move. no, her gaze is focused solely on Rin as pieces of the machine flutter down onto the tile and countertops like confetti, smoke filling the space and what Olga can only assume to be charred bits of vegetables make a home in her hair.

"......" ever so slowly does she turn around and finds the spot on her counter and what was in reach stained black. all that remained of the air fryer was the poor cord hanging, still plugged into the outlet. and for some reason, she smells burnt hair. a few long beats of silence pass, the tension as thick as a knife. and then–

" I thought you said you knew what you were doing?!" oh, there goes the smoke detector.

[tatteredcrest]

He yelps (even squeaks, really) as soon as she turns on him. She describes humans as something other than her, and then confirms that she's, "WHAT!?" his fear can hardly help his surprise, shoulders hunched and hands clenched into fists.

"That's- that's- You're telling me you're Olga-Marie!?"

"That's impossible! The Animusphere heir is just a baby!" He feels like a baby himself yelling at the woman, hand extended and finger pointed out, but things have changed-

"That's putting it way too lightly! What do you mean 'things have changed'!" Maybe it was the panic hanging out in his chest, being battered about like the wind, but honestly, now! How was he expected to believe any of this!?

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sometimes, that urge resurfaces. the inherent desire to burn it all away or snap it between her fingers like the flimsy twig it was. humans shouting at her causes such a thing and she has to close her eyes and remind herself– to go against her very nature because it isn't worth it. she was meant to guide ( and yet, her very blood seems to itch all the more).

" Stop shouting like an idiot. " the words are a command spoken between clenched teeth, eyebrow twitching in annoyance. " Your colors are giving me a headache." too ....loud and sharp and it forces her tone into something sharp.

" I mean that this 'Lord Animusphere' you speak of has long since died, happily sacrificing himself for his plan. The Olga Marie you're looking for is dead. Blame the humanity for tormenting her for over a hundred years, ignoring her cries. I am what remains."

[indomitableblackdragon]

"I didn't say I was going to LITERALLY stand on top of it! I just thought it'd look cool that's all."

Of course that was partially a lie. NJ's thought process involved somehow getting her on the top of the tree so that she wouldn't snap the rest of the tree over. Even if she knew that was a lie the BB wanted to believe it was somehow possible. And just how awesome it'd be to fire right from it for everyone to see...

"Do you underestimate my power? I mean you can float for a little bit and pick me down if something awful happens. Like two heroines at the crux of their arc." Whatever she was talking about sounded like complete nonsense as NJ continued to decorate the tree branches, inching her way to the top.

"Come on just for a few seconds?~~"

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" Even without the colors you're a horrible liar." only an utter fool would believe such nonsense without a thought. unfortunately for them both, she had the added advantage of being a walking lie-detector. not as glamarous as some might think it to be but it came in handy every now and then. and when paired with her habit to do something she said she wasn't, well, what is she if not some form of a walking (or floating) contradiction?

".......Fine, just don't go flailing your arms around or anything."

technically, Olga was sticking to what she said. she wasn't going to help NJ get down if she got stuck but nothing was really said about helping up.

making no outward movements, she alters the gravity around the BB, enabling her to essentially float. " Pull yourself by the branches if you need to."

[animasend-archive]

" Hm......Wakchan would've liked it here. As well as the Deinonychus brothers. Plenty of room for a game of soccer." if she closes her eyes, she can almost hear them shouting in the distance behind her.

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she's not too sure what brought her here. to be honest, she was moving idly, hardly paying attention and letting her feet lead her wherever they may. it wasn't until the white of the outside gave way to a crystal blue of the new interior. it was colder in here than outside, but not uncomfortabley so. and the numerous ice-sculptures were quite beautiful, even the ones that were in the progress of being created.

at least until some poor patron slipped right into one on display, sending the ice falling to the floor and causing it to shatter with a resounding echo.

she can see the way the mood shifts, how colors once gentle turn into various vibrant shades. most ran closer to either help or clean up, but it seemed someone else stayed back besides just her. " That's going to cost a lot to replace." she muses idly.

@renatusest - CRYSTAL FUNHOUSE

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"No, NJ, you can't be the star on top of the tree. "unless she had a tiny, ornament sized replica of herself, it just wouldn't work. even if the tree that was picked was quite large and full in size, she doubted that the thin tip would be able to withstand the other perched atop it. no, she's pretty sure it would bend over sadly, leaving the decorated tree with a noticable slouch to it and that wasn't the goal here.

but as she's untangling some silver-colored garland to wrap around the lower base, there's a shuffling of branches. glancing up, she spots NJ out on a limb (quite literally) that stretched out towards the top of the tree they were decorating.

" If you get stuck up there, I am not helping you down." her floating and flight services don't come free.

@indomitableblackdragon -- TERRES-TREE-AL DECORATING

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" What do you mean it's too big?"

human festivities was something she hardly participated in, finding that the best way to avoid making a fool of herself to be to stay far away. but she couldn't avoid that forever and better to try than do nothing at all, for not even a god is immune to curiosity. out of everything, making a snowman seemed easiest enough.

.....well, on paper it did.

diamond pupils narrow at Kratos before glancing at what was to be the base of snowman, which hovered a few feet off the ground (thanks to her). it didn't seem too big– surely the right proportions for a strong and sturdy base......for a giant statue, maybe.

@originskey - SNOW-MANNING THE FORT