✦ arabian nights.

I will relate to thee a story that shall, if it be the will of God, be the means of procuring deliverance. Please hold onto that excitement for tomorrow's story. ✦ Citta affiliated ✦ Caster of the Nightless City ✦ Scheherazade ✦ FATE/GRAND ORDER

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Disinfectcd:

 ❝ …Are you unwell? ❞

 She by no means wishes to frighten the already disordered Servant, yet she cannot ignore the telltale signs of panic and anxiety that appear to be coursing through the other woman. Red eyes scan her appearance up and down, searching for any physical causes for her distress, yet there appear to be no visible wounds. Even so, one’s state of mind is just as important as their body. Nightingale happens to be much too focused on wanting to ensure her safety to pay much attention to her words on the duty and life of a Servant.

 ❝ I recommend getting to a quiet environment in order to ease your mind as soon as possible. If you cannot get there yourself, I will take you there. Do not worry if your legs will not move, I am capable of transporting you. ❞

        Her tone of worry is foreign to the Caster as eyes snap up to meet her concerned gaze with slight confusion, enough to rip her from her previously frenzied state as hands press at her chest and grip the opaque fabric dusting at her knuckles. Moments tick by and she’s still watching her- observing her- in silence before breaking the silence with the movement of lips which were once hushed, now picking up voice. 

       “I, I am alright, it was not my intention to perturb you.”  Preparing to wave her off and shuffle away, the blaring of horns beside them and crowd rising with chatter finally reaches her ears, blocked out prior by her bout of distress and she winces at the rush of sound. Persia was noisy but by no means had the convenience of technology since then muted the marketplace’s ever-present clamor.

        “However, if you could show me to a more quiet place, I would greatly appreciate it. I haven’t found one yet despite my search.”

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There was no faulting anyone for being guarded and he’s gotten almost used to these reactions, but usually people made a big circle around him instead of taking the risk. Trying a smile, even if it might not do much to brush these worries aside, he gestured at a street sign. “Sure thing, lady. You probably didn’t find Beta cuz it’s underground and easy to miss with all the pipes here. ” The image that accompanied the topic in his mind made his expression twitch in uncertainty for other reasons. “If ya head down this street and then the next right, you’ll see something like a parking lot with tubes in the back. They’re elevators actually. Need a keycard for ‘em though since they’re for the residents, so I never went down myself.”

“Though… er, if ya don’t mind a stranger asking, ya sure ya wanna head down there? Heard it’s kinda dangerous…”

        “Ah, I see, that explains it.”  His attempts to quell her high-strung nerves did volumes to chip away Scheherazade’s unease- with how often she’s been greeted with the same stony expression or annoyed expression, the other’s smile caught her off guard- and she offered one of her own though hidden behind the veil curtaining her lips. Fingers clutched tight around her staff but tensed shoulders relaxed and she breathed a quiet sigh.  “I am still finding it difficult to maneuver about this city especially with these nuances not present in my old life. Terms like ‘truck’ and ‘skyscraper’ and now ‘elevator’ make little sense but I suppose I have no choice but to accept them as they are.”

        Hands fumble about momentarily in confusion.  “I must have.. thrown the card out thinking it was unimportant... Hm, hopefully they give me another.”  At his question, hair sweeps sideways and brushes against her shoulder with the tilt of her head.  “I have no choice but to, do I? That was where I was instructed. Do you not stay there as well?”

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        @landsharkbite

        “It was awfully kind of you to have helped me; never in a million lifetimes would I have thought to have run so short-changed so quickly.”  Her smile is small though expresses volumes of gratitude compared to her previously flustered frown before the woman had offered to cover the remaining few dollars of her bill. Fingers curl around the paper bag to shift the groceries’ weight from her lap as her other hand reaches to rummage through the contents and offer her a bottle of tea. Even if this new body doesn’t require any of the items purchased, it gives her a sense of normalcy and something to do.  “I hadn’t expected anyone to come to my rescue at all, much less as fast as you.”

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        @aeonblitz

        “I mean no harm, truly,”  From her first approach she begins guarded in stance with hands held before her as if offering palms to show that she has nothing but the staff leaning against her waist to charge him with. Vocal tone is soft and hushed to couple with the yielding position, though it’s rare that her speech is anything but quiet, tame, compliant.  “I am simply lost, and as much as I have tried navigating these paths to my destination, all that I have done is circle back to this spot rather than reach District Beta where I’m to be housed. If you can point me in the direction, that is all that I ask.”

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        @dramartiste

        “It seems that many of our tales have been perversed to twist into fictitious leverage or forms of entertainment, both histories as well as stories intended to be passed.”  Disappointment wracks her features, eyes quickly scanning the worn pages of a book as her fingers flip pages and exchange volumes on the shelves with lightning fast swiftness.  “They would rather we look strange for a few chuckles or bouts of awe than truthfully account our lives. But I suppose that is what comes in hand with being as old as the both of us are, no?”

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        @sanctummilitis

        A King. The name is unknown but like she can feel fellow Servants, know who is a Master, that same sinking in her stomach alerts that there is a king near, and just as many times as she’s felt it, her instinct proves right. Flustered, hands reach to brush the sticky remains of her pastry from the Saber’s chest having been plastered to her clothes when Scheherazade had turned too quickly to register that she was near when she sought escape.  “I-I did not mean to sully your clothes, I am so sorry. Let me, let me help get that off, it should be easy to wipe away-” Panic drives her mumbles to rambles.

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        @disinfectcd         

        “Why must I return time and time again, have I not served my duty long and well enough?”  Her chest heaves and she struggles to regain composure as her hands twist with wooden staff in a piercing grip, knuckles turning white and eyes darting back and forth among the crowd so distant and yet suffocating. Yes, even her Master’s room is better than freedom with such unease.  “Is there a price we must pay to be forced in these bodies, thrust into whatever realm these humans so please, calling to their every whim?”

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i’m a bit nervous since this is the first time i’ve written her, but i hope you all don’t mind my experimentation!  for now, please like this if you’d like a starter from CASTER  //  SCHEHERAZADE   these will be capped at 5 with CASTMATES EXEMPT!

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“The Vizier’s Daughter”

Shahryar, a powerful king of an ancient land, had become so enraged by his first wife’s unfaithfulness to him, that he beheaded her, and began wedding a new woman every night, only to behead her the next day so that no woman could ever be unfaithful to him again. This went on for 1,000 days, until he met his vizier’s daughter, Scheherazade. She was clever and engaging, having spent her days reading many books on history, philosophy, poetry, and other arts.

Scheherazade volunteered to spend a night with the king, and kept him occupied by telling him a thrilling tale. She stopped in the midst of the story, prompting the king to spare her life so that she could continue the following night. The next night came, and when Scheherazade finished the story, the king asked her if she knew any more, to which Scheherazade replied that yes, she had many more stories to tell. Every night she would weave a new tale for the king, and stop in the middle, assuring her survival for another day. This went on for 1,001 nights, during which time the king had fallen in love with Scheherazade, and at the end of her final tale, he made her his queen.

The collected stories are known as “One Thousand and One Nights” (also titled “Arabian Nights”) with Scheherazade as the narrator. It’s been widely translated and adapted in many cultures through the years, and most noted for containing the tales of “Aladdin,” “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,” and “Sinbad the Sailor,” though some of the more famous tales were added in later adaptions.

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