FAILURE KING

avenger (john lackland) from fate/grand order affiliated with isola radiale

[cursed-lion]

AVENGER ( JOHN LACKLAND ) ➵ FATE

hey guys its me. the guy responsible for the magna carta. do we fuck with taxes now y/n

knights of the round table DO NOT INTERACT !!!

bards, novelists, troubadours, and other story tellers ALSO DO NOT INTERACT !!!

working through your resentment problems is for cowards lets become an embodiment of rage instead

don't be fooled by the prickly, haughty, and occasionally self-demeaning personality - he's a nice guy deep down. good luck getting close enough to see that though.

please bring your dogs to see him please bring him your dogs he will be so happy

♚ APPLICATION ♚ STATS

[computerqueen]

ASHEN ORCHARD TOURS in THE CITY OF GLASS SpiraleFES 2026

* Of Course I'm Picking As Much Fruit As I Can * And No I'm Not Eating Any Of It * It's For The Kids * And Anyone Else Who Likes To Eat Banana Bread * What About You?

@cursed-lion

[cursed-lion]

"I was just hoping to enjoy a quiet ride but...you're taking all that just to make...banana bread? It'd just be easier to buy loaves of it outright instead of trying to carry all that around."

[fluffysecrets]

@cursed-lion

✧ "Oh, um... I'm not really a monster! In the sense that I'm not dangerous! I guess I technically am a monster?" From the point of view of a human unfamiliar with the Dark World, there probably wasn't a difference between a Darkner and a regular monster. "I'd like to think that regardless of what I am, I'm still a "person"."

Ralsei was unsure of the man's intentions, but he continued to smile reassuringly.

"This is a little strange, but are you a user of magic? I can... sense it in a way, although faint." He couldn't have known the man's very existence was magic in a way though.

[cursed-lion]

He had seen other Servants take the form of humanoid beasts before...his own brother being one such example, as much as he loathed to think about that particular incarnation of the man. But this person notably was not a Servant, nor a Beast. And he spoke of monsters...

"I've only just met you. I've no reason to presume you anything less than a person, even if you call yourself a monster. You're clearly capable of polite conversation."

Maybe it was his curiosity and interest that caused him to stare, but that wasn't something he was ashamed of. Clearly, the other was curious enough to ask questions of his own too...and he could respect that much.

"...I suppose I am, in a sense now. Though I was no accomplished magus or anything. You're more likely sensing it from the nature of my being."

[thiefandlyre]

"I'm the musician in this situation, and you're worried about dying because I'm not good enough?" Octavo frowns, scratching a little bit of dried blood out from under his nose. Overuse of the Lute tended to cause nosebleeds; it was harmless, albeit annoying. Much like this guy.

"And what do you mean, whatever it is I need to do. Are you, perhaps, unfamiliar with the concept of music? Is this your first day being alive?"

[cursed-lion]

"You're the bard here, aren't you? If your playing is poor, it only spells bad news for this whole situation." That was just a blatant fact, wasn't it? But trust a bard to not understand the gravity of things.

"Far from it! I'm likely much older than you are and I'm of higher station. You're just the one that has an instrument so obviously you need to do the playing while I fend them off!"

[cursed-lion]

@salfxsher // spiralefes starter [ candle lighting for the lost ]

The rituals that sprung forth from death and tales of the underworld had always been interesting, if you were to ask him about it. They were some of the only tolerable ones, because there was no "truth" being obscured. Any of it could be real, just as any of it could be false.

But to use a ritual like this even for those who were still living. To send well wishes to the other people here in this city, and to those who had left it. A blessing imparted upon those who may need it.

John finds himself holding onto the raft, staring at the candle atop it...lost in thought. He isn't the only one here, however, so he couldn't take up all the space in front of the lake.

"You don't need to wait for me, even if I was here first. I won't demand all this time to myself, for an occasion like this."

[cursed-lion]

@anttennatime // spiralefes starter [ dinner in the dragon court ]

Obviously if there was an invitation to a palace feast, a fellow king should make an appearance! Even if it was rather annoying he couldn't even take a good look at this dragon's treasure hoard. How was he supposed to compare it to his own collection of jewels under those conditions!?

No matter. He was invited for the meal, and he would enjoy it. It was practically impossible to enjoy a good meal. And, by the looks of the person sitting nearby...

"So, is this supposed to be some sort of dinner and a show?"

[cursed-lion]

@nightcapneeded // spiralefes starter [ a portrait to remember ]

Delicate fingers dance lightly across the rim of a canvas, admiring the ornate frame that encompasses it. This particular painting wasn't exactly someone he knew - maybe it belonged to someone else here, or maybe it belonged to no one at all - but even so. He finds himself a bit jealous about the beautifully crafted frame around it.

A painting that held him in it probably wouldn't be framed in such a way. Half of him wants to snatch it away for when he inevitably does find one he can take for himself, but that would be a disservice to the painting before him now. One that seemed to catch someone else's eye too.

"Don't let me get in your way," he starts, turning to look over his shoulder at the other. "This is one that hardly means anything to me."

[cursed-lion]

little starter call for spiralefes! these will be shorter starters and i'm going to put no cap on this - hopefully i'll be able to do a ton but it'll be basically first come first serve in the order in which i do them!

i put a little info on what activities john will getting up to HERE and will be primarily pulling from these! if there's a specific one you'd like to do with him, please feel free to dm me what you want to do so i have it in mind for the starter!

[cursed-lion]

NAME / ALIAS: Krypto!

AGE / AGE GROUP: 26

PRONOUNS: he / him

TIMEZONE: EST

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: im surrounded by corn and soy send help (ohio)

CHARACTERS IN THE GROUP: i've got this guy here (avenger john lackland) and hakuri sazanami ( @icyripples ) at the moment!

A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF: you may also know me as mod solaris!! i've been here shuffling around guys for a few years and i had to take a roughly year break because Life Happens but now Life Happens To Be Kind! so here i am writing again. i am very painfully shy but anyone is always welcome to reach out and start convos/interacts with me whether it be here or on socials!! especially please talk to me about john he's entered my brain and he won't leave.

[fatherslamb]

She reaches her hand towards the dog: the cold, wet nose of the animal brushes her fingers, her eyes locked on the rounded-triangle ears and thick fur. How luxurious, how sweet, this simple pleasure felt -- if only animals had managed to survive further past the Devouring than they had.

"Many things happened in my environment...the years built up with so much trouble for everyone, including environmental decay. There's an abject lack of quite a lot of things, from crops to animals, unfortunately. I believe there was a report of a dog of some type near the Far East branch of the Fenrir organization, somewhat near where I lived, but that was a two year old report when it reached me."

So she carefully explains, her smile ever-unwavering, trying to make things as easy for the other to understand as she can -- there's things many people may not know here, and she never has an idea who could grasp something such as the Devouring from a mere conceptual standpoint.

"Your friend here is a very sweet girl."

[cursed-lion]

A lack of crop and animal both...he wonders, idly as she rungs her hand over the dog that accompanies him, how there could possibly be any survival in her world without such things? He's seen modern day and he knows for a fact that crops and livestock are still necessity.

Maybe it's something so far out from his imagination that they've managed to artificially create food, enough for survival. Maybe it's something else entirely. All he knows is that he has more than enough tact to not push against this subject - this is the sort of thing that the person should speak about as they feel comfortable doing.

"I see. It's hard to imagine a world in such a state. I raised dogs most of my life, so I was constantly surrounded by their companionship. It's...troubling to think of being without them."

[cursed-lion]

@thiefandlyre // event pt 2 starter !

Honestly at this point, all of this felt like some huge joke against him specifically.

If there was one thing he hated more than anything - it was stories. Stories made of lies, falsehoods, and corruptions of the truth simply changed for the convenience of better tales and better spread of those tales.

From this came the hatred of novelists, troubadours, and bards. Those who dedicated their lives to spreading those lies. With the nature of all of this chaos, even with his powers back, he had to stick himself with someone capable of performing song to fight back properly.

Music was not the problem. The problem was that the first person he had found capable of creating music was a bard.

Still. John wasn't so stupid as to let his hatred blind him in a dire circumstance. He just didn't have to like the situation!

"...the stage should be up ahead. Are you prepared enough to do...whatever it is you need to do up there? I don't feel like dying because of your inabilities."

[cursed-lion]

little starter call for spiralefes! these will be shorter starters and i'm going to put no cap on this - hopefully i'll be able to do a ton but it'll be basically first come first serve in the order in which i do them!

i put a little info on what activities john will getting up to HERE and will be primarily pulling from these! if there's a specific one you'd like to do with him, please feel free to dm me what you want to do so i have it in mind for the starter!

[hopeled]

remind her to never tell mashu about this.

rather than ask any unnecessary questions, ritsuka's gaze locks onto the robot that was giving chase, the one that had copied john himself. for a moment, she debates on what to do. last time she fought someone with the strength of a servant, it....did not end well. her scar prickles at the mere idea of it. but she reminds herself: john was new which meant he was at his weakest. that meant the copy was also at its weakest, but formidable enough to be a threat to her. however she couldn't just do nothing.

" You're gonna owe me for this!" because who has heard of the master protecting the servant?!

all ritsuka had was a broken, jagged handrail she took from a desolate room but it didn't stop her from dashing towards the robot copy. she waits until she's in close enough range – practically striking distance of the hologram wooden sword. ritsuka ducks at the last second, firing off the gandr at her fingertips as her knees slide against the floor. it collides with the chest of the humanoid-looking robot, cracking the metallic chestplate as it stumbles.

the sliding halts once she's behind it but there is only seconds. springing to her feet, she twirls her weapon in her hand until the jagged edge is at the forefront and with every ounce of her strength, jams it into the back of the robot's head. that wasn't enough. no, she grips the bar with both hands, twisting and using her body as a counterweight to swing the robot's entire body against the wall, as if it was a baseball bat and she was aiming for a homerun.

the sound it makes isn't pretty, but for all intents and purposes, it's dead. only the fingers twitch, but that too stops when she tugs free her weapon, wiping off any exposed wires and chunks of circuitry that clung to it. her focus returns to john. " Were there anymore following you? More importantly, are you okay?"

[cursed-lion]

Call him a coward all you want, but it wasn't like he could do anything in this situation. What he was given left him entirely defenseless, nothing more than a sword to his name. And he was incredibly, very bad with the sword. There was a reason he wasn't a Saber like his brother!

As Ritsuka dives forward, he remains in place, holding his sword up in a defensive position just in case that cheap robotic copy of himself managed to get past her somehow. But it doesn't, it she slams the makeshift weapon she holds into the mechanical bits and bobs of the copy. The ferocity of it as the bar is jammed into it's neck...

...there surely weren't any lingering feelings about Antioch and Snowfield that drove that rage. Right? Right??

John winces slightly at the sound it makes as it crumples to the ground, feeling somewhat unnerved looking at what's basically his own corpse, in a sense. As much as he enjoyed myths about the Underworld and had a taste for the morbid...that was only to a degree! And it was never with himself. Imagining ones own death - even if he had no attachment to life - had always made him a touch uncomfortable.

"I...I'm fine, yes. That was the only one I had noticed running around after me. I just wish they hadn't left me entirely defenseless during all of this nonsense! What do they expect me to do with a wooden blade!?"

A brief pause follows his rant, before he speaks again.

"...are you alright? I mean- if you're to defend me this go around, you should be in good condition."

[cursed-lion]

@hopeled // event pt. 1 starter !

Okay, so it turned out waking up in front of a giant hole wasn't the worst thing that could have happened here. Waking up in some sort of futuristic prison on the literal moon was probably the worst thing, though he fears if this sort of thing is a common occurrence that there may be worse things in his future.

Ugh! But this was annoying, scampering around in the halls of this complex, ducking and dodging around corners to try and avoid the robots that had decided for whatever reason he would be a good person to copy for fighting! It wasn't even like he had any of his powers like this!

To make matters worse, all he really did have was this flimsy wooden sword they gave him. It wasn't even like he was good with a blade, unless he was striking when least expected!

He had terrible luck as is...but it seemed for once, fortune was in his favor, when he turned another corner and saw a familiar face. John was quick to dive behind her, clinging onto her arm and pointing his sword out from that position down the corridor where the robot copy was still giving chase.

"Master! Do something about that! It's been perusing me nonstop!"

...who was the Servant and who was the Master here, exactly?

[fatherslamb]

Though she'd be loathe to admit it, she's more focused on the small, chunky, breadlike animal at the other's heels than she is on the man himself: after all, she'd only really seen something like that -- ostensibly a dog of some small breed or other -- in photos and videos. People here have had them too, but none that she's ever gotten so close to, and despite where she works...she hasn't seen any at the cafe.

"If I may ask...what kind of dog is your friend? We had very few animals at all where I'm from..."

@cursed-lion

[cursed-lion]

Being stopped in the street in the midst of a walk was not something John would be happy about...if this person had asked any other question. It was honestly about time someone gave his hound some well deserved attention, after all! Even if the breed that accompanied him was a bit more modern compared to the many hounds he kept in life, one would be cruel to not enjoy the company of any dog they happened upon.

And he hadn't been stopped enough for that reason!

"Well, it's certainly shameful to hear you've gone without animals by your side. This breed is known as a Cardigan Welsh Corgi. And she is friendly, if you wish to pet her. Just hold your hand to her nose first, so she can be acquainted with you before you touch her."

[robustdragonheart]

"Honestly I didn't think anyone else was really too interested in something like this. But I'm glad someone else is interested in it somewhat."

It was the idea Mélusine had settled on upon. After seeing another servant in the area she had already managed to "convince" him into shopping alongside her. Although the former knight only had one purpose to this trip to the Golden Ward, which the Avenger had found out rather quickly as she dragged him to one of the hobby stores she had studied beforehand.

"They're called model kits. From what I've read up on they make them for practically anything you could think of. Planes, cars, mechs, you name it. It's rather impressive what they can do with just some little pieces of plastic." The usual subdued girl sounded far too excited a completely different person, as if this was her life dream to be in a place like this.

"Surely you could find one for yourself too? A selection like this is bound to give you some kind of inspiration."

@cursed-lion

[cursed-lion]

It takes almost everything in him to bite his tongue and bark back that no, he wasn't interested in this, actually. He had just been dragged along against his will into this city's brightly colored shops filled with all manners of toys.

Is he supposed to feign interest in this?

"The joy in these toys comes from building them yourself? It sounds like lazy salesmanship to me, getting you to do all the work yourself."

Though he has to suppose it's not too different than any other artisan practice. Making your own jewellery, binding your own books - just easier for the average person so they don't have to mold and cut every single piece. Just put it all together, like a more complex puzzle.

"...I suppose if you're buying, then I'll give it a singular attempt before casting the whole idea to the side. But I have little interest in any of the things you mentioned just now."

[hopeled]

yeah, that was just about the reaction she expected. in the beginning, it always surprised her too when she gave it anymore thought beyond just a surface level recognition. but time, as always, seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. before she kenw it, winter had turned to spring and now? it's summer. everything has changed yet nothing has changed. it would drive any sane person mad but many had wondered if she went insane a long time ago.

maybe she had. few could learn their entire journey was but a lostbelt that needed to be erase, lose every memory they held so deeply, and go back to living a normal life.

the master motions with her head before she turns to lead them out of the theatre, steps familiar. " Yeah, I guess. It was weird at first but now......I don't know. This world is as dangerous as anywhere else but I've gotten to see many people again that I couldn't before. They come and go at the whims of the Stars'– one morning you could wake up and they're not their anymore. But it's nice to talk to them once more."

down the winding alleys and narrow paths she leads them, pausing to point out the ones that lead to the collection of bars and pubs with some praise thrown for the drinks at Dionysus' Chalice and some warnings about shadier ones.

" Even if I've been here that long, I still remember everything that's happened as it happens. Sort of. The memories just hit me when I don't expect it, mostly when I'm sleeping and it's like a dream." sometimes it was painful recollection, others almost....accepting. next she leads the to savior's respite, pausing to hold some of the thick bushes to the side to let john pass through first. despite the legends of this place, the view was a beautiful one, on she gives him time to see as she perches upon a particular boulder.

" I've also died a couple of times. Death isn't really permanent. I didn't know that the first time so I was stuck in the Abyss for a few weeks. It was here that it happened. I was trying to save a friend and, well, a human can't do much against a Servant." she pauses, head tilting in thoughtful contemplation. "They have a burger place down there, though. Pretty good, not gonna lie!"

[cursed-lion]

There's a sigh that escapes him as he begins to follow after Ritsuka, listening along to her explanation.

Once again, the gap between them was wide. Their reactions to this situations were opposite...but maybe there's an inkling of hope within this. What he had once said - following in her example, changing the world just to survive. Even if back then, it meant continuing on with his vengeance no matter what. Becoming her enemy.

Maybe here it could mean just living. Without chains of the past. Talking to faces he never thought he'd see again, even if they'd vanish the next day. Ugh, but the thought of that was aggravating too. And even in this place, the stories he so hated persisted. Changing the world here...

"...it must be strange, having your memories return to you in such a way."

"I can't imagine going to bed and then waking up the next morning, suddenly remembering the events of the likes you've been through."

He wondered if there was almost a sense of detachment that came with it, though. If it felt like a dream, then did the pain diminish? The hurt that came with erasing singularities and lostbelts both, for she was someone that couldn't ignore those feelings so easily.

Bowing his head, John ducks through the brush she holds aside for him and steps into the clearing. And it's certainly a sight to behold. Nature had always been a respite of sorts for him - he was an eager hunter in life, more than most. There was a certain calming feeling that came about being in the outdoors...and perhaps, the beauty of this spot was almost amplified by the sharp drop of the cliff's edge.

He had always been a fan of the morbid, however.

"Ugh...don't. No, I shouldn't be so surprised that you'd speak of even death so casually, but you shouldn't say such things."

Not as someone that wanted to live so desperately.

"You've died here and you're more focused on the burger shop nearby...they must truly be good, then."