鬼武蔵

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so after a year and some of me losing the email to this blog and (tbh) my motivation and time to start over and write on here, tumblr finally sends me a mail about claiming the blog-url

and behold, i got that back and logged in here. so i wanted to say hi. i’m not sure if i’ll revive this blog, make a new one, or even a completely different muse but it’s nice still seeing people around. tbh i expected this dash to be much deader.

hope everyone’s doing well!

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jaakunxkaze​:

✦   ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ The shinobi was just finishing polishing his weapons and was just about to about to practice it somewhere else when he heard someone talking to him. So he blinked and glanced to the source which was the Beserker there and gave a small hum in response to that question there. ❝It’s a kusarigama, I usually always carry one around with me out and about along with my kunais. I was just about to practice with it too…. ❞ There’s no way he’s going to bring out his Fuuma shuriken though that’s a bit too big just to practice with plus the kusarigama is always handy!

He takes a step closer, bending his neck to closer inspect the weapon. Glance in his eye and hum in his throat, his curiosity was roused. Orange circles darted quick back to its owner and stayed there. “Huh. Never seen one up close before. Gettin’ yer spear tangled up in that’s messy I heard.“ His memory doesn’t give him much, only a handful of flashbacks to fights at the border of his vision way back.

A new idea bubbles to the surface, his growing smirk an omen of what. “Say, how’d ya feel about trainin’ together? Promise I’ll leave all limbs on ya~“

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ooc. fate/extra gang rise

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homeport​:

The Alter Ego remained as stoic and silent as ever, her expressionless eyes staring into the nothingness. She did not move or react, at first it even seemed as if she didn’t notice his presence at all, but then she slowly turned to face him. “Mori-kun. You saved me.” She responded in an extremely serious, dramatic tone, an audibly relieved sigh escaping her lips. “The truth is… I was searching for the kitchen and got lost… I thought I’d be stuck here for all eternity…” Don’t question how or why, it just tends to happen.

Eternity was quite the big word, so it kickstarted a cascade of laughter once the Alter Ego fully turned around. “Hahahahaaaah, I see, I see! Majin-san’s bad with directions? Leave it to me! That what ya were lookin’ for?” Now in sight: a cool can of soda. Also, his toothy grin. He dangled the drink a bit to show it off, then dropped it in her hands. His own free now, he leaned back and sighed.For being lost and having stumbled here upon intuition and accident, maybe hunger too, she found herself a nice spot. 

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@caemthe​ ( for emer!! which class i leave up to u )

Caught red-handed, he broke into a barking laugh. “Aw man, thought I was in the clear! HAHAHAHHAaaa, well I suck at stealth segments! Ah, but me’n Cú are friends. He sure wouldn’t mind!” ‘Minding’ the bottle he just pilfered from his buddy’s room.

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@jaakunxkaze​ ( starter call )

Roaming Chaldea in the search of something to quell his boredom without causing a scene or bloodshed - two directives from his lord he had to abide to - Berserker scanned the halls and nooks of their base for a distraction. And he found it, noticing a certain ninja he wasn’t well-acquainted yet with doing something worth his curiosity. “Ayyyy Assassin. What’s that thing yer holding there?“

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@homeport​ ( starter call for oki alter )

The summer heat this year was something else. Seemed like it drove everyone outside of Chaldea, these two being no exceptions. A quiet singularity, an abandoned estate in the country-side, that’s where their rayshift took them. The red-head flopped next to his pal. “Been lookin’ for ya all over, sheesh. What’s with sittin’ ‘round here all by yerself? Not a fan of groups?”

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@parallelord​ ( starter call )

“Oi, dino-face! I dig yer style. That armor’s gotta look wicked when sprayed ’n blood. Can ya stab a man with that tail? “ Grin as bright as his current mood, Mori greeted the fellow mad warrior playfully- something the saner Servants around definitely wouldn’t do. 

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ooc. ok i’ll ease into it slooowly so here’s a starter call to kick things up again. expect stuff to be on the shorter side of things! 

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“森くん”

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ooc. it’s not like i locked myself out of this account bc the forced dash update destroyed sessionbox or anything kajhskdhdfgh

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tenkoseiensei​:

‘ wahahaha !  ‘  oh ,  he’d have totally punched the berserker just for that last part ,  but settles for popping any stress out of his knuckles instead .  ‘ that ain’t it ,  nobody got squished ,  i just got wrecked midway ~ ! ‘  saving the skin of his pride by total self-sabotage !  and with a smile ,  at that .  the assassin’s quick to try to switch and steer topic .  ‘ —  hey now ,  in a city of evil ,  how would’ja feel ?  i mean ,  without any laws ,  without any master ,  but maybe a real shady ,  old evil boss . ‘

“---“ There was half a breath of wishing to voice something along the lines of “that sucks”, but it found no space. Assassin went on and he let go of his thoughts about knowing what it’s like to kick the bucket too soon.

In that moment, confronted with the new subject, he blinked like given a math equation as distraction. “---huh? Evil city’s got a sweet ring.” No master. A boss though. That’s it, he solved it! “Don’t know whatcha expectin’ from me but I’d be havin’ the time of my life HAHAHAHAHA. Ya just go around and stab whoever’s bein’ in the way of yer boss! What’s the drawback s’pposed to be? If my lord’s some old shady bastard, then that’s my lord! ”

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gotllieb​:

@demonwilled​ :       ❛ yeah, well, i wasn’t expecting you to be there, was i? ❜

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇 is what he would describe this fiery red-head, he would then agree to such a statement, “ You and I both, sir, ” as it was true. He hadn’t the slightest clue of why the Master would send the Avenger as back up for Mori Nagayoshi as he seemed to be well capable of handling the situation himself. A mere musician and composer albeit the mystic armor wrapped around his body would prove otherwise morphing him into a slaughtering machine. He brandished his ashen sword, fingers tapping rhythmically down the length and hummed thoughtfully to himself, “ I MIGHT be of further use after all, so don’t sell me short. I’ll make it easier for you to penetrate defenses once we recuperate. ”

———— BLACK MIRROR PROMPTS   /     accepting!

The master’s ideas for team compositions were an art of their own. Maybe a cartographer could map something out of them, but being the obedient retainer he was, no second questions arose before his Lord. The assigned partner though? Not the one he expected in the least. A cool-headed composer of death who reeked of blood and embers, this marked the first time he met this innocent monster in person. Dawn-hued eyes follow the edge of the blade from the tip to the man who wielded it. “Hah? Ain’t gonna sell ya short when I can slice ya short if ya get in my way. Got somethin’ to show, then gimme one with a beat!” 

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erekhsha​:

     AH, HE HAD BEEN caught! A few glances had been thrown in the other’s direction, although Arash had tried not to be too obvious. It seemed that Mori had caught on a while back and just opted not to say anything until now. ❝Ahaha, I tried not to be noticeable, but guess I failed with that, huh?❞ He gave a near sheepish grin, arms coming to cross over his chest as he tilted his head slightly to look up at the other. The other was much less intimidating without his armor, but nothing about Mori lacked in this. That fiery red hair, that intense gaze, those sharp teeth, that height – it was like being in the presence of a tiger. However, despite this, Arash was not uneasy. If anything he was more or less intrigued by the other warrior more than anything. 

     ❝Sorry for staring like I was, but I’ m not often in the same places you are, so it was interesting to see you dressed a little less like you’re off to battle. Had to double-take for a moment!❞ A few moments, maybe (that wasn’t important, though). Then again, seeing the other Berserkers just vibing sometimes was interesting in itself when it battle their temperament was a 360, so that was not saying much on his end, probably.

“Weren’tcha the guy with the laser eyes or sumthin’? Killer eyes? Watch out then.“ A telephone game of rumors later, that’s where the talk about the Archer’s mind’s eye ended up: in the mouth of a Berserker who had no idea about anything. That or not though. he was averse to eyes and a pair like an eagle’s scouting him out rubbed him wrong. Mori cocked his head to the side, arms intertwined in defensiveness. Reluctance in accepting that apology was clear and he wasn’t sure what to make out of the shift of topic to his own person.

Casual intonation did nothing for the tension and Arash’s trying smile shone against a rock. It needed a bit more to wind him down from his state of paranoia towards... everyone. The point of his armor seemed to help, his thoughts getting side-tracked to another rail. “Anywayyys, I wear my full-body armor for serious fights only, that’s why. Never seen ya fightin’ in anythin’ else though. I thought ya were a big shot hero, so bein’ humble like that’s-- mmmh, nah. Actually, that’s cool of ya. The more important, the flashier they come, but yer armor’s simple and good. Got a reason for that?“