✂ apatheia

noun, (plural; apathies.) 1.lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting. semi-independent; open to indie realta deirith servant

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merry christmas, rdh folks! hopefully this group will continue until the next yuletide season! i wish all and every one of you a cheerful holidays & another fifteen pounds from the banquet ♥ ; v ;

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woah. suave hair style like a yuletide tree gone wrong... ' smokingdandy

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{✞} The man started to grin as she exposed herself in her dashing attire. Why, Slayer would pat himself on the shoulder for knowing how to dress someone up to bring out their charm. For certain, the lass of few words seemed to enjoy it as well from what he could read of her chirps. He started doing slow applauds for the show.

" Absolutely gorgeous, my dear. You will be stealing those boys hearts just by passing by in that, no doubt. Why, if I was still young I’d be head over heels at first glance. "  {✞} Poetic justice. Even the over sized sleeves added to the cute innocence that now was radiating from the girl.  She was a quiet type, maybe she was a foreigner who hadn’t mastered the language yet? Or her own shyness impairing her speech. Luckily, servants who gets summoned becomes multilingual, being able to speak all the known languages helps out when you don’t know what tongue your summoner uses. {✞} Being intrigued, Slayer used the most international language. If only have an easier conversation with her. [English] ” Does the miss speak English, perhaps? Here on a trip? Moved in? ” He asked while gesturing with his hands as he spoke, the pipe hanging from his mouth bobbing up and down as he spoke. 

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    "Thank you.." the girl said to his compliment, "I do not attract males." she then added, saying something she knew too well. Though pretty, she was.. basic. And perhaps, despite the aesthetic improvement with these clothes on--they seemed a little dull with her demeanor, most definitely. Not one person would be attracted. Standards were much too high to reach.     Cutting through her silly admiration of the clothing, his voice took a strike with a language she knew. "Ah, yes. I speak English." the girl then replied, a little too quickly. Her tongue was awkward from the sudden transition, but she seemed much more comfortable speaking comfortable words.     Though speaking with refined words & accent, her quietness seemed to be her personality. Talking the bare minimum was in her dossier. Shy was not the right word to describe--the girl was not shy, she was simply ... not interested in most. "... I moved into Fuyuki; a .. transfer student."

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amaranth coloured city ' halfheartseed

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Yuri had been walking around the city to get a lay of the land. Normally it would have been better to be by her Master’s side, but she was back at the Hotel Room, where it was rather safe.

She noticed a young girl with blue hair and magenta eyes before her, almost as if she was trying to avoid her. Curious, Yuri decided to approach the girl.

“Apologies, Servant(-san). I am not here for conflict.”

"Ah, so you’re another participant in the war. I guess that explains why you might have been cautious about me. I too have no desire to fight at this time, so I am thankful the feeling is mutual. Do you think you could tell me more about this city?"

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   Liselotte held her bag close, the clashing of white faux leather against her dull grey coat a little too mismatched. The girl nodded and blinked along, looking back at the pretty Servant with dull magenta eyes. Hu. Like her hair...    "Fuyuki. On the water, and big ... can't get out. Tried, barrier, so trapped until over." she says. Her Japanese was not good, and at times she had wished she could... download information about language, like Servants could. It couldn't be helped, of course. "Servant.. class?" the girl tilted her head slightly, wishing for an answer to her own question. 

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woah. suave hair style like a yuletide tree gone wrong... ' smokingdandy

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{✞} ” Oho…. ” He puffed on his pipe as he looked at the innocent display in front of him. Standing upright he stepped around here in an almost bouncy manner. Looking up close on how the coat shaped on her body, no inch or crevice was left unnoticed. He hummed and mused to himself before giving her a worthy validation.

{✞} ” Young Lady, this coat is like a calm winter wonderland, your hair decorating the view like a tranquil cloudless sky and with a more confident smile, your face would be the heart warming sun in the center of the horizon. Someone who would steal many young men’s hearts I assure. “  {✞} He clicked his tongue and waved his finger. ” But but, it is not the coat that’s at fault. It’s your modest body language that tones it gray. ” He looked around, getting deep into his thoughts. What this lass needed was something bold yet protective. Such self-doubting lady needs to expose her radiant beauty without putting mind to it.  {✞} The old looking man let out a sound of delight as he moved over to one of the hangers. It was a thick, sky blue colored sweater with equally think patterns going down vertically on it ( known as an Aran Jumper ). A white scarf ending in flat stripes on both ends with pink stars dotted over it sparsely. He nabbed a pair of light brown leather gloves with soft, woolen insides from a bin he passed by. {✞} " Maybe not a clear snow coat suits you the best with your personality. Try this on, sweaters have become quite the rage lately.  "

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   Sweater, sweater. Liselotte took the bundle of items, warm and soft--and it smelled like the clothing factories that made these. She'd have to wash them when she got back to her abode, her mind not at all registering his playful comments--though she did make a mental note of his colourful fashion blurb.    The curtain rustled, and she quickly changed in the changing room. There were no bottoms, so she kept on her burgundy skirt. The sweater wasn't exactly a nice fit, as the arms were a few inches too long--but on her, it looked a lot nicer than the previous coat; the sweater was cheaper too. On her hands were the soft brown gloves, which didn't inhibit the slender look of her hands and were warm on her. The star-studded scarf seemed a little childish on her, but the girl didn't mind. She liked the eccentric pattern, and was quite pleased.    "Warm... nice."    Smiling was not often, but when it did it felt strange to her face. Liselotte had a small smile, looking in the mirror of the store. The girl looked behind her, nodding. "... Thank you. This.. nice." in a broken Japanese without a complete accent.

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lotti-mun's true form

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bundling up 4 winter

inspired by this thread uvu

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egg. ' orangekataphrakt

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Ah, a foreigner. Much like a pair of blond(e)s he used to know. Before he could even answer her, however, she had set off without him. Inaho simply blinked, a moment to take in her reasoning, before following after her without any qualms. Missing the beginning moments of a class was tantamount to missing nothing, since the time it took for students to settle down was enough that learning didn’t truly begin until a couple minutes into the period.

It wasn’t an unfamiliar situation to him, so he wasn’t particularly fettered by the stares and whispers of curious students in pursuing her. The interest commanded by new transfers was something he never particularly felt or understood anyway. 

“The office, right?" He didn’t repeat it out of necessity, but instead to catch the girl’s attention again. "It’s this way." He pointed, but also was fully prepared to actually lead her if necessary.

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   "Ah, that way?" she turned back to him, following his voice. She looked in the direction he was looking, and nodded and made her way. In truth, she did not mind if he followed her, as inconvenient as it may be.  The ultramarine girl made her way to the office, watching as the crowds dispersed into their classes. Ah, right, the bell...    "You.. will be late." she says, catching his visage from the corner of her eye, walking in a relaxed manner into the school building. People flooded, then moved out of the way for her to walk though. How .. polite (?).    Liselotte waited in front of the office, looking at him, wondering if he'd come in with her. Was it normal for someone to accompany another like this? She had no clue, and so was very lost in the array of what they'd call 'school'. In the end,  Liselotte had no idea if she even wanted to enroll at Homurahara Academy, but it wouldn't be a waste of time, right? She breathed a sigh, looking a little drained.

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fifteen associations.

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reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

i. animal: deer

ii. color: ultramarine / aqua

iii. month: december / january

iv. song:  perfectionist complex ;; luka

v. number: 6

vi. day or night: night

vii. plant: geranium

viii. smell: Roses

ix. gemstone: amethyst 

x. season: winter

xi. place: home.

xii. food: cotton candy

xiii. astrological sign: capricorn

xiv. element: all elements & none; endowing each arcane with a different power, yet with no definite season(s) of her own.

xv. drink: water

tagging: queenofxersai ;; anyone else who wishes to complete.

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the most monochrome & callous felicity(??) ' tradgetylogic

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Deciding to scope out Miyama town was simply an excuse to clear his head. If he was that desperate for reconnaissance, he summoned a perfectly capable, if not rebellious Archer class Servant to do so for him. No today he was simply stretching his legs and immersing himself in the strange surge in activity in the city that crept in without him noticing.

It was irritating to think that in a situation as complicated as he was in already, that there were more and more uncertain elements creeping in to add further to his own growing list of tasks. As if on cue, he noticed a strange girl had been staring at him.

"And Just who are you?"

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   "Me?" she asked, pointing at herself with a slow and steady hand. Playing daft, dolt--perhaps would be the best option, so long as her name wasn't revealed so soon. But if he introduces himself, would be a different story. But either way, in the end it wouldn't matter--because she was completely normal for the time being.    Normal people don't detect leaking Prana, after all.    The ultamarine-tinted girl waited for his answer, her mind drifting to how she left her dear Berserker at home. A ferocious monster, but she had a feeling it was not one to rampage about. Of course, it was asleep, as it'd save the most Prana like that. A true beast, and one of loud voice that strangely fit this perpetually monochrome girl. But the person in front would not know, and neither did the rest.   Miyama District was quiet, save for the rustling of rodents in the ever wintering trees; the autumn day was particularly chilling, and leaves blew overhead the two. She took a little sigh, exhaling softly. The tied bangs at her front moved with the wind; a graceful appearance.

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The girl seemed to be a foreigner to “Japan” as well, although it did not appear the language had been implanted in her brain upon arrival. Meaning she was probably of this particular world. Reminding him, he rather missed his.

Blair exhaled with more force than usual, like a brief sigh.

"Head east, walk over the bridge, take a left at the first traffic light and a right after one block, go straight, turn right three intersections down to stay on the same street, keep left at the fork, and then make a sharp right at the station front."

The commander cared little whether she understood those directions or not; it was just an answer to a question. He adjusted the cap on his head, considering the girl’s compliment, if it could be called that, and spared her a glance over the shoulder.

"That is the direction I am headed as well. If you should follow, do not hinder me."

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   ”Alright. Don’t bother.” Liselotte replied, the brief explanation was lost in her head after a pause of three seconds. She held the bag close to her and walked alongside the person with a hat. Her shoes clicked on the ground, the hard boots meant for running from dangerous things.    It was a strange sight, Lotti thought, a man with a nice hat and a girl walking beside him. She was obviously quite younger than he was, even if she was seventeen, and it looked quite ... strange. Nonetheless, she did not speak and kept on following him until the two reached a noisy and crowded Shinto, filled with people (NPC) running about.    Liselotte looked about, having not walked these paths before. Such a place she was not used to, the bright colors of the marketplace and the white, glass-filled skyscrapers. It was an extremely clean city, trash disposed of in bins and the plants and buildings highly attended to. But she did not feel inclination towards making a comment.    So instead, she asked, "Where are you heading?"

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amaranth coloured city ' halfheartseed

   and her too, strange colours wandered about this city named Fuyuki. A pretty girl. Liselotte stood by, watching. This power.. a Servant? It seems like lately, there has been more... conflict. And her heightened senses tingled; not yet.    Archer. She was an archer and it'd be a shame if something happened to her pretty face, so Liselotte would avoid such beauty. Too late, and she was spotted. "Apologies, Servant(-san). I am not here for conflict." she says, genuinely.

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the most monochrome & callous felicity(??) ' tradgetylogic

   liselotte did not walk with her summoned Servant, oh no, because such would turn out disastrous for sure (today). Not yet, not yet. No fighting. Though it was not as if she was against such a thing. The ultramarine girl wandered about Miyama, guard up somewhat. Humming a tune, hitting each note with perfect accuracy--though not much could be said about the musical aspect.    Master, alert, oh dear. "You." she then said, quietly and surely; informally. She sighed a breath of air, calming herself down..

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robin hood stole from the rich and gave to... '

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In courtesy came along independence. So, despite already having a master whose right is to chain down the Heroic Spirit made to fit within the vessel of an Archer, he wandered elsewhere in search of a foe he can outsmart— a victim to one of his playful schemes. In fruition of the tide, a bother would introduce itself among faulty mannerisms. Hence, rendering the man twitching in annoyance, if not being plain childish. Such sin didn’t deserve even the smallest of moratorium and so, an immediate payment shall compensate towards the forbidden act.

Wincing, he crossed both arms and raised a brow. Noticing— if not more than obvious— that he’s against a magus, he smiled and cerebrated about how this would be… plain easy to execute. "Oi…" And for reasons not even Heroic Spirits can decipher, they can adapt to most languages and be understood by masters despite knowing only a single one or two during their previous lives. "I got hurt. Pay me."

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   Liselotte tilted her head, a little bit shocked by his sudden demand. This person was dangerous; a dangerous person with a green hood. "Refusal." she stated, vetoing the demand. This man was not hurt. If he was hurt, he would be pouring blood. If anything, it was her nose that was pink and slightly tingling.    She would not be spending money for something in which nothing was gained. She watched this ginger haired young man with magenta optics, wondering what he'd say next. Besides, he was in the middle of the street, and was sure he'd do something silly like ... block her path each time she moved, or continue following her like a beggar. He certainly was taller than her, so it would not be a hard thing to do. Her ultramarine hair was annoyingly draped about her shoulders, and she untangled her fallen earbuds from the locks, her eyes on the person. Shuffle shuffle went her fingers through her hair, managing to get the small electronics in her hands. Then she started looping it to put it away.