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noircisaint​:

⠀⠀              ❝ you are a stubborn one for certain. nothing unusual i would say, but know this. you will eventually break. as powerful as you are, that power you hold will tear it’s way out of your grasp, and i will be there receive it back. ❞

⠀⠀              lips were kept thing for a moment before shaping itself into a more malicious form. the witch flashed him her own features.

⠀⠀              ❝ we won’t be apart for long, Fafnir. i shall eagerly await your return to this world. surely, that is what you wish as well, no? ❞

⠀⠀              her words did not speak to the Saber as Siegfried was there. another thing could be seen within her eyes. an eerie feeling it would be to be spoken to, yet the words were not meant for you.

The dragon blooded Hero had enough, although out of character for him. He walks up to the Witch and looks at her with a fierce gaze more on the likes of the evil Wyrm than of himself. The Dragon looked at her, challenging Jeanne, as if trying to make the final push.

“I will not hesitate to do what must be done to stop you, Avenger. Even if you make my Spirit Core shatter, I will find a way.” True ether manifests on his gloved hands.  “Even if Master doesn’t approve of it.”

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knightglow​:

          ❝That they arrrre, and I was taken aback by his insssistence to introduce himself to me. Gladden either way of the interaction, regardless of the initial startle.❞ Na’na figured the seemingly ‘voidsent’ of a servant, had drawn himself to her due to her own affinities. Regardless, her eyes do not move away from the Saber before her. Having observed and took note of their answer,  ❝In my own world, there are… Similar existences much like how he is, I suppose though. ‘Servants’ that hail from the past, and are summoned by these ‘Masters.’ Are as well.. However - far different from the rules that seem to bind us here. Its taken me a bit, to get ussse too.❞              A slight pause, as she mulls over things that she has seen and known upon her travels as the Warrior of Light, ❝For instance, I had met Gilgamesh…❞               Na’na makes a face, as if the mask she held dropped slightly and there was this dissatisfaction and utter confusion reflected in that moment, ❝He is nothing like the Gilgamesh from my own world, save for his love and friendship over Enkidu…❞

 “The Knights of the Round are a peculiar bunch at times, often I see discussions on which group is the most... pardon me, peculiar, between them and the Charlemagne’s Paladins.” Nothing like meeting the infamous Rolando the Furious on his birthday suit while walking around the Storm Border.

  “When you speak of it like that. I am curious of how things are in your own world, Foreigner. If I may, I would like to indulge my curiosity if you are comfortable to do so.” The dragon-blooded knight nods his head slightly as he looks at Na’na with a slight smile on his face. There was his curiosity as a wandering knight, and as a dragon slayer, to hear about this Azure Dragoon and his connection to the Great Wyrm would be a unique tale. The mention of the Golden Hero picks his attention, making him return to the topic at hand. As he had interacted with both King Gilgamesh and the arrogant Hero Gilgamesh, it was surprising she had met him on another world, would he be like the Caster or like the Archer? Did he also manage to hoard a surprising amount of treasure said to rival that of the gods themselves? Or was he a formidable opponent, a master swordsman who has slain legendary beasts to make himself a living legend on the realm?

“To meet with the King of Heroes Gilgamesh, surely you had the good luck to meet him in a friendly manner? His ego may seem overwhelming at first, but he is a wise man.”

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His words… His everything made me happy.

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pseudomonarkaerenea​:

Twisted as she may be, Morgan le Fay was a woman of pride. To allow herself to be left in debt rather than to return the favor for the return of her favorite handkerchief, it would be a stain on her reputation. Though she may be prone to much deceit, manipulation, and all manner of wickedness–The enchantress was a woman of her word, and when someone performed for her a service; It did not go unpaid.

She was not her brother, nor their disgusting father after all.

Still, despite the fact that it was she who had placed the chips on the table–The Caster is unable to hold back her amusement, the laughter that bubbles from her lips. Despite the fact that many might think otherwise, there is nothing but mirth in the sound, pure astonishment and disbelief.

“Quite the gall you have, to ask for something so large for the price of a handkerchief! Ah, but it was an offer by mine own hand.”

The laughter dies down, and she returns to her usual, regal sense of decorum. 

“I mind not. You see, this place bores is far too monotonous for my tastes; But to break a curse? You have chosen wisely in asking me, for I live and breath curses and enchantments. They are my lifeblood, my pride and joy.”

There is a glint to her eyes. An enchantment he says, to be asking her of all people for assistance–It must be no ordinary spell that was woven, likely a complex craft that rivaled her own. For certain, there was joy to be found in inflicting misery upon others, but also in things such as this. It helped pass the measures of eternity in a more palatable way.

That in mind, Morgan rests a gloved hand upon her chest.

“Good sir, I must thank you for providing me a challenge, and a means to conquer this onslaught of ennui before I go mad from boredom. Prithee, bring forth the details of this curse; And I, Morgan le Fay, shall aid you in this endeavor to bring it to heel.”

Armorclad arms are crossed as he closes his eyes as she laughs. Let her have her fun, if she was to make fun of his request after what she had said then he would simply turn and walk in the opposite direction and have the reminder for the remainder of their time as Servants of Chaldea. Best way to deal with someone unpleasant was to not deal with them in the first place.

  “...”

That was enough, he thought. However, as he turns his heel in the opposite direction, the words of the Caster made him stop and turn back to face the Fae with the same serious expression. He may not have enough experience with fayfolk, but he was naturally cautious, for obvious reasons on his back.

“I only took on the offer that was given to me.” He replies shortly, not caring much if she was one who reveled in such things, while also avoiding much of his vulnerable side as he was about to say something that only himself, Kriemhild and the Master knew about.

“You are familiar with enchanted weapons, are you not? I was told in tales that the famous Excalibur was made by you and The Lady of the Lake. Mine is also similar to it, Balmung, can alter between a Holy and a Demonic Blade.” He brings his sheathed weapon in front of them, mainly to show the difference between his and the Demonic Blade.

“I know and care not how this came to happen, some say it is the similarity with another blade of another Hero similar to me, who you may know by now. But that is not important.” He sheathes his weapon and tucks his hand on a pocket on his pants, revealing the picture of the demonic blade in question.

 “You see. Balmung on its demonic state is cursed, it makes it so its wielder will be hurt by the weapon and cannot protect them. It is obvious a sword can’t act as a shield, true. But for the curse to only afflict her, and not me, even though we share the same weapon, is vexing to say the least.”

The Dragonblooded knight takes a heavy sigh, revealing such a important weakness to someone who has not proven themselves to be a trusted ally felt as heavy as the weight of the weapon on his hands.

“At least, if the curse cannot be broken, make me the one to carry it. I am already cursed by two of my own Noble Phantasms, what is another one added to the mix? To protect those I care for, it’s the least I can do.”

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Queen Kriemhild.

Siegfried, your wife is very cute.

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blocdshed​:

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“Hmmmm… Don’t know. I’ve been just ‘bout fighting every day since I was able to pick up a sword, but every single opponent I fought was a serious letdown. No matter how much they got talked up by people around them - the ‘invincible this’, ‘strongest, sharpest blade’ that’- all I could think while I was standing over their bodies after it was all said and done was ‘oh is that it?’. These guys were supposed to be the best of the best but it was as if I were sleeping through our matches. Shit, I might has well have been…”

Musashi grumbled with pinched brows. Perhaps reminiscing on his disappoints has called upon his apathy to return to him as even as he draws a single blade from it’s sheathe and gets into stance, he still barely looks all that interested in a fight. 

“ If I’m the man capable of cutting you down or if you’re even worth cutting down - there’s only one way to really find out, don’tcha think? ”  

  “I know that feeling. Ever since that day I have had many opponents claiming they would take my life, the surprise on their faces as they couldn’t make a scratch on my body. Sir Dietrich, Sir Hildebrande, even my brothers in arms, all of them considered to be the greatests of my lands. None could take me down.” The Dragonblooded knight says as his right hand moves slowly to the greatsword on his back.

“The thrill of battle was lost and the fear of death became dust. Even after fighting with the son of the Sun God, that remains the same. Despite my vows to fight for justice and my beloved, part of me still craves for that. A battle with a true equal, or at least someone capable of making me feel that rush again.”

“I agree. Only one way to know for real is in the battlefield.” The giant sword is unleashed, his arms slowly get into Ochs stance as he shifts his feet accordingly, gloved hands tighten the grip on the weapon.

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deathpxrception said: TETSU PLEASE. I AM BEGGING YOU. I WAS JOKING. PLEASE TAKE IT EASIER ON YOURSELF.

THERE ARE NO BRAKES, I CAN ONLY GO ALL IN

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I am in shambles

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YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS SHIT UP

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fweh...

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why haven’t you answered MY DMS RAGNA

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@notyourdamndog​

“Why do I feel this familiar sense of foreboding...”

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knightglow​:

          Calling G’raha her husband was an odd bit of truth. Even for her to admit. She hadn’t meant to - but it slipped past her lips. Seeing as she held memories of living self, who had been living a happy life with the Keeper of the Crystal Tower. It was easy for her to regard him this way, even if it weren’t the whole truth. As she truly were from the timeline he himself had left, ❝I read as much, rather unfortunate. The story actually makes me quite aggravated toward your friend, and the family. However, I am not foreign to the understandings of how Kingdoms work… With their weird estrange marriage arrangements. That said, the manner of which the family wronged you and her - does personally peeve me. I must say. Don’t blame her for razing hell - more or less.❞             She lets out a slight chuckle, but its one in passing of the conversation as she continued onwards,  ❝I imagine though, in either of your shoes I dont think I would have been able to handle it very well.  As is why there is some admiration to be had of you - such strong and sturdy head on your shoulders. Despite it all…. I walked by Sir Lancelot the other day - was quite shaken by that encounter. Had jumped a bit when he suddenly began screaming.❞

“A tale covered in tragedy, as nobody in the end came out unscathed by it. Unless you count Queen Brunhilde as the victor because of what we did to her.” And by extension Fafnir, who cursed Siegfried with his accursed treasure but that was stretching it way far. Oh, I understand. I am still upset about what Hagen did to Kriemhild, despite the fact he promised he would protect her after my death. I do not blame her for what she did. If anything I am upset with myself, for letting things escalate like that in the first place...”

The knight regains his composture at the mention of the Knight of the Lake. Goodness, he knew that both version of him were around but she had the little misfortune of meeting with the Berserker aspect of him.

  “It is a strange occurrence to meet the maddened Sir Lancelot. He doesn’t mean any harm in the state he is, it is just the way his class is making him to be.” He adds. “First impressions are important after all.”

  “If you desire so, I can arrange a meeting with the sane version of him. However it would take me a while, as he is often in group missions with his fellow Knights of the Round.”

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Slides up a starter call to spice things up. Uncapped for the moment, mutuals only, please.