OMNIPOTENT.

PRIVATE ALADDIN ( CASTER ) OF MAGI. AFFILIATED WITH FATE/STAIN LENS.

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now that aladdin’s muse isn’t acting like a jerk & i’m free from my job, i’ll throw out a gentle and uncapped starter call for him! feel free to slam that like button if you’re interested and as always, my twitter is here for all your plotting needs. 

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rexauream:

“ you have no right to sound so displeased at such a gracing honor. among the callous collection of servants and masters assembled for this shambled war.. there’s actually something about the air before you that’s piqued my interest, boy. “ 

⧼ ‟♕’’ ⧽ IT WAS almost a rare event and award for those who could catch the eye of the hero king that wasn’t immediately filled with scorn. thankfully, gil was one who would pass by others as things of note around him but not worth his attention like the grass beneath his feet. naturally, servants could tell the kind of people they were nearby given a distinct ability to detect mana with the exception of assassins, who would normally stay hidden.

⧼ ‟♕’’ ⧽ HIS WAS, in a way, unique. a distinction he could tell that made him almost reminiscent. while the boy himself probably wasn’t of any worth to him, unless time told a different story, the mana that flowed around him was almost too much for him to pass up. 

“ the mana around you reeks of the days of old. almost what i would call distinctly to what i could refer to as such during the days i reigned. i care not for who you are in particular, but more so what your body carries in that regard. you have the right to answer that in my presence. “ 

          ❝ You can’t fault me for being cautious given the original nature that surrounded the summoning of Servants like ourselves, ❞ the knowledge given by the Grail had been appreciated by one who desired knowledge so much, an insatiable craving. But this man, this Servant, was interested in him-- in Aladdin. Escaping an interaction was likely impossible, so the Caster resigned himself to accepting the way the day had gone, his main priority now avoiding conflict of any kind. As long as he spoke without ill intent or insult, that should be possible. 

          ❝ The unusual circumstances of this summoning simply makes me more conscious of that. I meant no offence personally. ❞

          His mana had drawn him in. As a Caster, it wasn’t as if he could disguise it without a magical object perhaps. But he was no Assassin, and saw no use in hiding his presence. The days of ‘old’ was a curious thing to say however. By days of old, he was likely referring to his own world-- of course, when he ‘reigned’ apparently. An ancient king then. Aladdin’s own world, in that regard, was a new one. Freshly created and developing slowly, a mere child in comparison to others. 

          ❝ My mana, you say? Well, in my home, the ‘mana’ equivalent of ours was something in which I was connected to. It wasn’t merely a means of using magic that flowed within a person, but also operated natural flow of life within the world itself, ❞ explaining this to one who did not know of the rukh, of Magi, and without giving his explicit identity, wasn’t a simple task-- but one he was willing to try. ❝ Such a connection to the flow seems to have transferred over as a plentiful supply of mana upon my summoning as a Servant, though that is purely a theory. Is that a satisfactory answer? ❞

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kyokasuru:

      Servants, she thinks, are way too full of themselves. Fists clench at her side in irritation as she watches the boy– younger-looking than her, which is enough to irk her further– move toward the shard. Shoulders hitch, a sole finger snapping outward from her clenched hands, and she growls, a low, unpleasant sound deep in her chest, and stamps her foot.           “Like hell you are!”            In the other hand is a bottle, its top popped open with a flick of her thumb, and the single finger turns and flicks–            “I permit--!”            –the heart hovering over her fingertip shoots forward curling itself around the shard in question, and Riruka holds the bottle out, one brow rising. A moment later, the shard glows and shoots forward, clattering into the bottle in her hand, which she stoppers immediately with another flick of her thumb.            “If your Master needed these bad enough, they’d be out here getting them for themselves. But they’re not, and you know what they say…!” 

          Her fist clenches around the bottle, eyes narrowed sharply and lip curling into a sneer, and then she shoves it into a pocket in her cape, taking a step back as if preparing to flee.             “…possession is nine-tenths of the law!”

          What an interesting trick that was. What was once in his hand was now in a bottle, tightly held in her hand. No magic had been used, he would have known that immediately, so it was obviously an ability native to the world this Master came from. Her confidence would be well placed if she was in a situation with a fellow Master, one whom was her equal in this battlefield, but a Master against a Servant wasn’t really a fight that could be debated. It was foolish, quite honestly. Therefore, she was probably lucky that Aladdin wasn’t one to hold a grudge-- instead, he held onto his curiosity. 

          Still, he couldn’t let her get away. Not when he had worked to gather those for his Master. 

          Summoning his staff quickly, he tapped it gently on the ground and then directed the flow of the rukh towards the girl who was preparing to escape. Gravity magic, a very basic use of it that would keep her grounded, unable to move under the weight being pressed onto her-- but nothing painful. It wasn’t his wish to inflict harm, to cause injury. Pacifism was in his very nature after all. So, with spell in effect, he walked over to the girl and plucked the bottle from her hand. 

          ❝ Hey miss, how about I offer you a choice? If you are willing to explain that ability you used, I’ll let you keep this shard. It is only one after all, I can gather more. I’ll stop using my magic on you too. Otherwise, I’ll just teleport out of here and call it a day, ❞ his smile was genuine, examining the bottle with youthful eagerness. ❝ How about it? ❞

[panzerjagd-blog]

      The sun had only begun to descend on this warm summer day before he had dropped nearly dead onto a nearby park bench to take a nap. Really, this would have been much easier if he had bothered to practice the little tricks his Servant form had allowed him – particularly, that of being able to shift into spirit form from a material one – but as of yet he still had not grown fully into that mold.        By the time he awoke – and this was quite a rude awakening, mind you – it had become quite dark, and the park itself was lit only by the sparse lights that accompanied it. He noticed a very criminal-looking figure not too far away from him, in fact he was directly in front of him. By the time he realized that he was being robbed of his saint fragments, it was nearly too late.         In a flash, he had grabbed his bag back and swept the guy off his feet – the would-be robber landed on his face, while Eren stood solidly on the concrete, sighing with what might’ve been an ever-present exhaustion or disappointment, had he expected any better.       It was only then that he realized there was a witness to this, and from the looks of things, he himself – the victim – might seem like the aggressor here. He was well aware how easy it is to make a mistake like that in the dark, so he called out quickly to reassure whoever was out there – it looked like a short lad of between fifteen and seventeen – that everything was all right.

‘Hello there,’ he waved a hand, the other carrying his bag of gathered quartz. ‘No need to get the wrong idea; this guy was trying to take advantage of a tired guy on a park bench. He deserved to eat the concrete. Ahem.’ That didn’t quite come out how he might have liked, but all the same, it served its purpose well enough. ‘You must be a Servant, right? I can practically feel you dripping with…magical energy, or whatever that means.’

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          In a battle such as this, a battle for currency, injuries were to be expected. An inevitability even. A couple of knocked heads, a handful of bleeding wound-- it was in a way tolerable. He could accept it as long as there was no lasting damage-- no unnecessary deaths. And on top of it all, regardless of his own personal feelings on violence, Aladdin was incapable of stopping the human desire for wealth. It was something that occurred in every world, even this one, and Aladdin was no longer one who served humanity as a whole any longer. 

          As a Servant, it was his duty to work for his Master’s benefit. As Caster. 

          ❝ Hello yourself, ❞ one such person caught in the middle of the ongoing violence had made himself known. Not a threat, that was immediately clear. Just working for what everyone else wanted. He himself had gotten quite a few by simply using magic to put any aggressive civilians to sleep, just in case his Master desired the money, but he saw no real priority in gaining the money himself. Servants didn’t need food, sleep, and so on-- and as a Caster, he was capable of providing for his Master through several of his Skills, through creation. ❝ I wasn’t going to intrude. If one was willing to steal then they should also have prepared for the consequences of their choice. ❞ 

          A Servant complaining of being ‘tired’ was odd, but he probably was drained emotionally. This entire situation was bizarre ❝ Yes. A Caster, that’s what I am-- and the explanation for why I give off a particularly strong magical presence. We do usually specialize in magic, after all, ❞ a pause, then a smile. ❝ Of course, that’s all I can reveal. You are? ❞

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[kyokasuru-a]

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      “Hey back off, that’s mine–!”            Childish, certainly, but she was having a hard enough time of it gathering these things as it was without someone sweeping in and taking them from her. 

          Leaning forward, Riruka’s irritated voice lowers from a shrill pitch to a more human level, fists settling on her hips.           “Don’t think I’m just going to let you take the damn thing, alright? So how about you back off and just let me take it, and neither of us will have to deal with any trouble?”

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          ❝ No, they aren’t. I was the one who got to them first, after all. ❞ 

          This girl had a very shrill voice, didn’t she? 

          The entire infected populace would hear them if she kept shrieking and Aladdin really didn’t want to fight those poor people who were acting out through no fault of their own. But, perhaps the girl realized that herself, because her tone soon lowered-- even if her mood remained quite aggravated.  

          ❝ I’m sorry but you must realize that I’m trying to get the money for my Master in order to allow him some comfort in this city as well, ❞ needless fighting over wealth was in his opinion, without worth, but he was a Servant-- he existed to provide and protect his Master in this world, and that he would do to the best of his ability. 

          ❝ Better luck next time, I guess. ❞

[respectinganger-archive]

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“Either you’re curious about the mask or you’re checking your reflection. I don’t care about either so cut it out.”

He was sure there would be plenty of people curious about his mask. Why he hid behind a mask. Right now, he was hiding behind two masks, it seemed. His title of Berserker, that he’d been assigned upon coming here, and the Red hood title. He essentially had two identities he was supposed to protect. He didn’t like that a whole lot but it was what it was. He’d just have to deal with it for now. “What do you need? Or were you just trying to be annoying?”

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          He lets out a laugh, so easily caught in the act. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide himself anyway, it only took a bit of magic to accomplish that and in the Magi’s eyes, doing so would merely be a waste of mana. ❝ Well, children are naturally curious. Especially so when we see such a ‘stand-out’ thing like the mask you’re wearing, mister. I didn’t mean to offend, but I can’t help but wonder-- ❞

          The man was a Servant-- though, he didn’t appear as dramatic or ‘magical’ as others had. If anything, he looked like a regular thug. The mask was the intriguing part. ❝ -- I’m aware we Servants have to conceal our identities for the sake of keeping our abilities hidden from potential enemies, so to say, but that can easily be accomplished without hiding our appearances. I mean, I doubt you can tell who I am and I’m certain I wouldn’t be able to guess your name merely by looking at your face. Forgive me for being ‘curious’, but I guess that’s just the sort of person I am. ❞ For one who used the excuse of being a child mere minutes before, he certainly wasn’t acting like a kid. 

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( @rexauream )        

          The first thing that stood out was the rukh quite literally yelling in his ear that beware, the one before you has stood the test of time. The rukh was afraid of such strength, were warning him against approaching the Servant who he had happened upon by chance-- but that was the way of all his meetings in this unusual city, and would continue to be so. What he noticed second was the sheer amount of gold the man wore-- his armour, his hair, everything bar his red eyes. ( this was the air of a king, a magi always knows. )

          So, this was a strong Servant. Obviously. And from the rukh’s chatter, one who would and could easily kill someone on the spot if provoked without so much as a word. Not the worst king he had ever encountered, but still, the man was clearly looking at him-- and Aladdin wasn’t necessarily sure that was a good thing or not.

          ❝ ... May I help you in some way? ❞ In all honesty, avoiding any and all interaction with such a person would have been preferable. Even from a glance he could tell they weren’t exactly compatible. Still, he would answer-- ignoring this Servant would probably lead to an even less preferable outcome

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  ( @redfishtins )

          A shared residence was the most convenient location one could consider when searching for the person they were partnered with-- to Aladdin, that would be his Master. It was an unusual thing to consider, he noted briefly, working alongside one who was not his King Vessel. However, it was also easy enough to accept given the circumstances and knowledge he had been provided. During his stay here, this was his purpose, and as long as he wasn’t given any crass or depraved commands, Aladdin would follow that duty as best he could. 

          It probably helped that the boy he encountered in the building was conveniently, a teen like himself, and the furthest thing from threatening. 

          ❝ I’m glad I caught you! ❞ he hadn’t actually come ‘home’ since his arrival here. It wasn’t like Servants needed sleep, or food, and Aladdin had decided to study up on the area while it was quiet. Before anything rowdy started up. ❝ It’s nice to meet you at last, Master. I am your Servant, Caster, and I’ll be working with you from here on out, ❞ with a small bow, he gave a small. ❝ Of course, you are within your right to ask me whatever questions you desire, so, feel free. ❞

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( @ilfaux )

          Not exactly human, that was his first thought. 

          Red eyes, blonde hair, the appearance of a boy similar to himself-- but not exactly human. The rukh doesn’t lie, it is honest and shares with him its wisdom, and it was telling him that this boy was a curious one. A Master, one who was protected and worked alongside their Servant, but a powerful Master all the same. Still, it wasn’t as if his race ( species? kind? ) would change Aladdin’s desire to greet him, the boy who looked a little lost. 

         ❝ Are you alright? ❞ he said this with a bit of a laugh, the boy was so clearly unsure of where he was. The modern landscape was definitely a surprise to Aladdin when he had first awoken here, but the Grail had immediately filled him in, made him knowing of all modern terminology. The same couldn’t be said for Masters. ❝ Trying to find something, maybe? ❞

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( @uforacle )

          Helping people was what he did, it almost came automatically to him. It had been that way since he was a child, and the five years that had passed him by in society had done little to change that-- if anything, his experience among others had heightened his wish to assist. So, when he caught the sight of an obviously uncomfortable girl his age-- ( younger? older? ) he had immediately moved towards her. The crowd was putting her off, making her freeze in place. Such a thing wasn’t uncommon, there would always be those uneasy in large gatherings of people. 

          It didn’t mean he should just leave her be, leave her suffering alone. 

          ❝ Miss? ❞ he kept his tone gentle, waving a hand before her instead of outright touching her. Didn’t want to spook her more than she already was. ❝ Would you like me to lead you out of the crowd? Get you to someplace quieter perhaps? ❞  In such a place it was not exactly ‘right’ to trust a stranger but at the very least, he hoped she would trust he was merely here to help. 

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         ( @luyila )

          While Aladdin had been hoping his time spent as a Servant would be somewhat uneventful and dare he say it, peaceful-- he knew that would never be the reality of such summons. Conflict paired with confusion would arise, as it had in prior wars held before their arrival here ( the Grail had shown him that much at least. ) However, he didn't need the Holy Grail to tell him the identity of the one that had appeared before him on a mere walk, nothing exciting. His own memories were enough to supply an answer to that question. 

          One from his own world, the old world. The one who ignited the change, the flow of fate. The King of Alma Torran-- ( Father ) Solomon. An unexpected encounter, never had he thought he would meet the man, but not one he wasn’t able to face. Aladdin was, if anything, always able to hold his composure. After all, Solomon didn’t know him, never met him-- his parents had only chosen his name before his birth. Here, he was Caster. His name was unnecessary. 

          ❝ You look rather, how should I put it, curious? As a Servant, are you not supplied with all the answers you need in relation to your summoning? ❞ It was no surprise that his own blood would desire more than what was available to those of their status-- from what he had seen, Solomon was just as thirsty for knowledge as Aladdin. ❝ It’s alright if you don’t want to answer me though-- we are supposed to be rather secretive without permission. I guess I am a curious sort too. ❞

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panthermask:

     when a hand waves in front of her to draw her attention, ann snaps from her thoughts to glance at another servant. thankfully, he seems friendly and not at all aggressive towards her—heaven knows she has way too many of those kinds of encounters.   ❛   heh heh, whoops! sorry. sometimes i get distracted by thinking about… well, this.   ❜   she vaguely gestures to everything, implying the whole situation that she seems to be stuck in. no loved ones to be found, no persona to be summoned, no questions to be answered, and the weight of humanity on the shoulders of people here—fun times, right?   ❛   it’s a lot to think about. and yeah, there are definitely some questionable people around. i’ll try to be more careful next time. thanks for looking out for me!   ❜   it’s an extremely kind gesture, to say the least; to think, she almost forgets what kindness feels like in a lonely place like this!     

     ❛   sure, i don’t mind! i was actually headed to a cafe myself if you’d like to tag along. two’s better than one, right?   ❜   despite his previous warnings, she still easily accepts his invitation and companionship—perhaps that’s her biggest weakness: trying to sate that ever-gnawing loneliness that occasionally pops out to say hello. try as she may to shove it away, it always comes back. though it seems to have grown quiet for the time being, thanks to her new friend. this allows her to smile just a bit more genuinely and easily; she appears more vivacious than she does a minute ago.   ❛   i’m ann, by the way! ann takamaki. nice to meet you.   ❜    

          A surge of relief washed over him at the revelation that she was accepting of his warning. Giving advice against such dangers would also indicate that he, as a Servant, could potentially be one-- but at least she had understood he had meant no harm. A kind lady should never have to face dangers when already they, the Masters, were faced with such a confusing situation to begin with. At least the Servants were provided some information regarding the ‘truth’ of the matter thanks to the Grail.  ❝ It isn’t a problem. I just want to avoid needless conflict if I can, ❞ he said this, but was aware that fighting was likely unstoppable in their new home. There would always be conflicting personalities that would never agree, as much as Aladdin hated the idea of it. 

          ❝ I’m A-- Caster, ❞ that wasn’t the first time he had nearly slipped up in saying his name and wouldn’t be the last, but at least he had caught himself on the first syllable. ❝ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Ann! And, I would love to accompany you if you wouldn’t mind. I’ve never actually had many of the foods that are on offer in this world so the chance to try them is always welcomed. ❞ A cafe implied sweets-- and Aladdin did not dislike any food. Perhaps there would be a desert themed around watermelon? His mouth watered at the prospect, but he maintained his composure with a smile. ❝ Would you like to lead the way? ❞

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sakuraseal:

   ❝They don’t exist where I come from either! It’s a pity, they could help solve some problems for someone I know.❞ Then again, she didn’t need to eat in general though here she was instead opting to savor a meal whilst thinking about her situation. Truth be told she was going to miss her dependable yet half baked guardian and a certain sukima but she had a feeling she might run into one of them if anything with how this place is structured. ❝It is a nice idea in practice, maybe I could talk to someone about it later if the opportunity to go home arises.❞ The death princess seemed to be in a good mood even with another Servant beside her, he wasn’t harming her anyway and it was more casual conversation.

    Her own mouth all cleaned, she wasn’t a messy eater anyway and often times did behave like a lady to begin with. A beautiful ghost will earning of her title. ❝I suppose you’re a servant also? I’m Caster by the way.❞ She’s still not use to using anything but her name.

          ❝ Oh? I’m a Caster as well! ❞ it was always a pleasure to meet another who fell under his class, since it meant another possible encounter with a new type of magic, a power from another land beyond his own. Anything beyond his understanding was always welcome in his books, especially if it could be shared over a meal-- or three. This woman was kind too, welcoming of conversation, a welcome conversation partner. ❝ Calling each other by the same title might get confusing but we aren’t supposed to give away our identities either. Not without our Masters permission anyway. ❞ He pursed his lips for a moment before shrugging. It didn’t really matter what she called him honestly, he didn’t mind either way. As the next round of food arrived before them, he gave her a smile of acceptance.

          ❝ I suppose I could just call you Miss Caster for the time being, unless you happen to have a nickname I could use that wouldn’t give away your identity. I can’t particularly think of one for myself, unfortunately, ❞ he had been called many less than pleasant nicknames-- shorty comes to mind, from another Magi like himself. 

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oldyoukai:

❛   a curious one, are you not?   ❜  humor in her tone along with an underlying amusement, a hand outstretches to her side, index finger pointing to the air before she began to trail it down and thus, the formation of her signature gaps began to come to light. 

❛  it is something i have always been able to do yet to explain it … that would take time, time you perhaps do not have. but i will humor you regardless with a small fact about it for i am a generous woman.  ❜   arm returning to hold ‘pon her parasol, she would give it a minor spin as she thought for a moment. 

❛   it can connect me anywhere typically though i am restricted to travel within this terminal. say, for example, i wanted to go to the top of a mountain and i am quite a ways from one, i can simple open a gap and step through. ta - da, i am atop a mountain.  ❜

          ❝ They say a curious soul leads to an enlightened mind. The more I learn, the more I’ll further my knowledge and understanding of the world and the many that exist outside my own. I like to think such a way of living is important to one’s development, ❞ but of course, he was simply rambling his beliefs and quickly shook his head.

          The explanation was his top priority, and his full attention was then drawn to her words. As the gap appeared, he studied it with interest. As the Magi had originally presumed, it was indeed littered with what appeared to be eyes, but he doubted they could actually see. Just a theory, but the fact she phased through them could mean their existence was purely a signature of the ability. Her brief summary of its power therefore brought back into mind his previous assumption of it acting similarly to teleportation magic-- but it came to her so easily, like breathing. It obviously took little effort on the woman’s part to summon such a gap. ❝ I see. My original conclusion wasn’t too far off then. ❞

          With a tap of his staff, he summoned a small transportation circle on the ground. Tiny, small enough to fit a hand. ❝ It is similar to a traditional transportation circle, but differs too. For example, you don’t even need a staff or spell to summon yours, while magicians must have a medium unless they want to end up somewhere unfortunate, ❞ he had heard stories of lost limbs, an arm ending up miles away from the rest of the body. Another tap made the small circle vanish and he nodded once more. ❝ Your restriction seems to apply to all of us though, even the most powerful of Servants. We are unable to leave this place, yet beyond that our power remains in tact. ❞