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tzarov
“BOLD, YES, BUT NOT SO BOLD AS THYSELF. I WONDER HOW THOU WOULDST COME TO SUCH A CONCLUSION, LEST THOU IMPLIEST THAT THOU RESEARCHED THE MOST INTIMATE SPHERE OF MY LIFE.“
“Nonsense, it was in a movie the Master found. They gave you that terrible beard as well in it, but nothing can be done. Further research only would bring me to a list of people with poor taste. Are we done? Let us depart on a good note.”
tzarov.
“THOU MUST SPEAK OF SOMETHING LIKE A REPUTATION OF PENETRATING THE BEHIND WITH STAKES? A HEROIC SPIRIT WITH SUCH A LEGEND MAY EVEN ACT LIKE THEY WERE IN THAT VERY POSITION.“
“Hohoho. Bold. You awe me with your ‘cheeky’ retort but I was under the impression that that was your preference in life-- right up between them. ”
tzarov.
“IS THY MIND TOO PUNY TO COMPREHEND A FORM SO GRAND? MINE APOLOGIES FOR OVERWHELMING THEE.“ exhales that cold air right into his face
The cool arctic freshness does not clean Berserker’s dirty mouth.
“Nay, I simple did not believe Chaldea could realize something more grotesque and hideous than a curse or your reputation.”
tzarov.
drakulya replied to your post: “Hideous, isn’t it?”
On the contrary, I’d love to see that terrible beard he sported singed right off.
“…HAH. ‘TERRIBLE’ BEARD IS IT? FOCUS, ELSE THE WHISKERS ON THY VISAGE MIGHT MELT OFF.“
“Pray tell, what is there for me to focus on here?” gestures to all this ugly mass
“Did you know your eyes glow in the dark?” No wonder that Caster dislikes them.
Some Non-Human Sentence Starters. @drakulya
“AS LIGHTNING DOTH. WHAT A TRIFLING MATTER TO DRAW MINE ATTENTION TO. OF COURSE I AM AWARE OF SUCH.“
Looking at himself was no vain pastime, but sometimes his gaze was stuck with his reflection. “DOST THOU FEAR LIGHT THAT PARTETH DARKNESS, BERSERKER? IT SEEMETH THE GLOW THOU POSSESSEST IN THINE OWN EYES IS ONE THOU ART NOT AWARE OF.” Blood-starved. No wonder he hated them.
Some Non-Human Sentence Starters
“W-What are you?”
“You monster.”
“Hideous, isn’t it?”
“You were never supposed to find out.”
“What sort of demon are you?!”
“Don’t look!”
“Why do you have horns now?”
“Um… are you supposed to shed feathers…?”
“Your shadow doesn’t match your body, you know?”
“Y-You should take a look in the mirror…”
“If you want to see a monster, take a good look at yourself.”
“You just- jumped in and grew scales!”
“Are you supposed to be this… cold?”
“Ow! Your hands are scalding!”
“What happened to your face?”
“What’s happening to you?”
“I… have something to show you…? “
“Please don’t be scared…”
“Are you supposed to have a tail or is there some sort of weird shenanigans I should know about?”
“I thought you were kidding when you kept calling yourself a __!”
“Did… did you know your eyes glow in the dark?”
“You have an impressive set of teeth.”
“Oh my god you’re a __!”
“You’ve lied to me all this time?”
“I-it’s not what you think-!”
“Why are there claw marks along the doorways?”
“You want to see how I really am?”
“Please don’t kill me!”
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* . ✧ THE GOLDEN COMPASS ✧ . *
- STARTERS -
❝ You cannot change what you are, only what you do. ❞ ❝ You speak of destiny as if it was fixed. ❞ ❝ We are all subject to the fates. But we must act as if we are not, or die of despair. ❞ ❝ Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it. That’s original sin. ❞ ❝ Death is going to die. ❞ ❝ All good things pass away. ❞ ❝ Being a practiced liar doesn’t mean you have a powerful imagination. ❞ ❝ Lonely? I don’t know. ❞ ❝ They tell me this is cold. I don’t know what cold is, because I don’t freeze. ❞ ❝ We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. ❞ ❝ When you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again. ❞ ❝ If there is war to be fought, we don’t consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not it is right to fight. ❞ ❝ One moment several things are possible, the next moment only one happens, and the rest don’t exist. ❞ ❝ And till they learn to be satisfied with what they are, they’re going to be fretful about it. ❞ ❝ Men and women are moved by tides much fiercer than you can imagine. ❞ ❝ Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. ❞ ❝ The stars are alive, child! Did you know that? ❞ ❝ The universe is full of intentions, you know. Everything happens for a purpose. ❞ ❝ There’s been terrible things we seen, en’t there? ❞ ❝ I think I’d rather not know what’s in the future. ❞ ❝ I bet you could catch bullets. ❞ ❝ Make a noise in there and I won’t help you. You’re on your own. ❞ ❝ You might not have more courage, but you should be ashamed to show less. ❞ ❝ But it was too good a word to waste, and that’s why the particles became known as Dust. ❞ ❝ I wish I could answer your question. ❞ ❝ Where’s my free will, if you please? ❞ ❝ All that happens is a little cut, and then everything’s peaceful. Forever! ❞ ❝ The wave function of this situation is going to collapse quite soon. ❞ ❝ If we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars. ❞ ❝ There’s a warm passion behind what you say. ❞ ❝ War is the sea I swim in and the air I breathe. ❞ ❝ You don’t really want to stand around at the cocktail party being all sweet and pretty. ❞ ❝ She’s just making a pet out of you. ❞ ❝ Hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don’t give way. ❞ ❝ No, no, that’s the saddest thing: she will be the betrayer, and the experience will be terrible. ❞ ❝ I like it here. I want to stay here forever. ❞ ❝ Deceptive, that’s what you are child. ❞ ❝ When you’re young, you do think that things last forever. Unfortunately, they don’t. ❞ ❝ Don’t question me; just do as I tell you. ❞ ❝ Don’t you wish for a choice once in a while? ❞ ❝ You’re supposed to know about conscience, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ Don’t! Please! Stop hurting us! ❞ ❝ Don’t you dare laugh! I’ll tear your lungs out if you laugh at him! ❞ ❝ Who’s took it from him? Where’s it gone? ❞ ❝ Why do they do it? ❞
virmentis.
“Truly…” He murmurs, slightly further back. He strokes his chin, eyes closed and brow furrowed from contemplation. “Although I have many questions regarding this incident, one can’t ignore this ‘game master’’s disregard of life.” He sighs.
“If you are headed that way, then yes. Hopefully you can reach your living space. Otherwise, I think a thorough investigation is in order.”
“ We can investigate as we approach. The district is not too far off from here...” Berserker nodded his thanks. “ But if what they say is true, it’d be best to maintain distance.” Especially when his companion was a human as far as he knew. The consequences were likely greater. Vlad lead the way...
.. until the suspicious and chaotic sound of ‘popping’ echoed in the streets above the shouts and car sirens.. The man paused, perturbed. “ What the....”
“ Deplorable. That’s what it is. To think they’d allow an entire district to fall to such disorder...” Lady Luck only half on Vlad’s side today, his outing to another district spared him entry to the chaotic game. The only problem: his residence was in the Golden Ward. The news ruined his day of shopping. He turns his head. “ It warrants a look to determine if it’s safe to return to, no? That or if its possible to collect things from my house. Shall we go?”
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causerank.
He’s right where he thought the man would be, and Ritsuka is certainly thankful he hadn’t had to look far for the Lord Impaler. This one gift is special, he thinks, because this Vlad (?) isn’t Chaldea’s (??), this Vlad doesn’t know their customs and likely has never gotten a Valentine’s Gift ( because well, Ritsuka doesn’t think back in the days where he thrived in life had such a holiday ). So of course, he has been excited about it - for days, weeks perhaps. This handmade chocolate is special, carefully made, and all of the boy’s cooking abilities had gone into it.
This one is his Servant - not Chaldea’s, but his -, and with how his previous Master treated him, he wanted this to be special. He wanted Lord Vlad to feel cherished.
“Mhm! Here, this is for you.” Though he had done no effort to hide the box, it’s handed to the Lancer (???) in a rather excited fashion. For days he had been eager to know what Vlad’s reaction would be, and his eyes are expectantly on his face for the reaction, until… –
Blue. Like his. Not gold, the ones he had gotten used to it. There, the Master’s smile falters for a bit, his blood turning cold. There’s no reason to come up with the worst case scenario, here - it could… it could just be the best one. Two of them. It’s possible. But there’s something in Ritsuka’s guts that say no, it’s just the opposite. … He does nothing about it. Brings the smile back, shoos the feeling away, and disregards the incident as just he’s tired, and nothing is wrong.
“H… Happy Valentine’s Day, Lord Vlad!”
--- but something is wrong. It’s in the gaze of the Impaler Lord, faraway and cold, yet, it’s in the heavy presence Berserker cloaks himself in, closer and more poignant without the barrier of humanity to shield men’s hearts.( A twisted existence under this skin stared at the young master in bewilderment) It’s in the lithe fingers that take the box of chocolates, without disturbance, without weight into inspecting palms. And in his voice, weighted the differences between friend and stranger.
“ I accept your gift, but I am wholy unprepared now to offer a return gift currently. You will have to wait a while. ” His tone was cordial and laced thin with a hidden gratitude. Fitting for a king, but the promise was assured with a faint smile. Vlad turned the box over in his palm, and thumbed over the ribbon. He brushed against the paper that tucked his name under it. Already his mind troubled what to get the mage. This was unexpected. Berserker did not need to open the box to smell the chocolates inside.
“ Master.” Vlad spoke up again. The word left his mouth like a hum. Ritsuka’s chin was not raised to look at him properly. He needed eye contact to assure the boy was listening this time. Vlad reached for the lapel of his coat and tucked the choco box in. That smile had disappeared. “ I will enjoy these later. Thank you--”
“ Next time, you needn’t prepare a gift when all I asked of you was your blood. ” Very wrong, indeed.
tzarov.
WITH A NOISE, IT DROPPED TO THE GROUND before his feet. The revealed object confused him. A Tzar was always to be a polymath, but something like anatomy and physiology was not part of his repertoire. There was no saying whether that small bone belonged to an animal here, or was possibly leftover of whatever civilization lived here… or maybe it belonged to an explorer? But why under a car that hadn’t moved in years then. “HM.” Curious, he pushed it over, revealing more bones underneath, but not even a full skeleton.
Sight swaying over their surroundings, he left it at the simple conclusion that in the panic of whatever happened here, there was an accident before it all ended. The thought of a civilization finding its end so abruptly felt too bitter and familiar. He distracted himself with the small totally-not-Servant company he had. “… IS THERE ANYTHING MORE?” He was clearly not that interested in the grisly find itself.
Did this monstrous servant not understand a dog’s simple request for fetch? Throw it far. He had the perfect escape! Run, then never come back. Maybe wash away the embarrassment and frustration that started to make up these shadows. The accidental remains weren’t good enough either. Berserker stared somewhat incredulously, after all, he was just a dog who was denied any reward or compensation.
After a moment, the hound moved again, head down. His tail hung low behind him. He was not exploring as a dog might but retracing his steps prior to coming across the clearing where the stranger and Drake were located. This area along the edge had many interesting articles. It did not hurt to share resources. He lead the tzar to a nearby building, half crumbled into the plaza. A few experts hops over the rubble, a head appeared over the hole at the top, expectant and waiting. There was no way he was going to fit. Hmmm. Vlad barked encouragingly. Could they change form too?
tzarov .
i hate this so much
“HOHO … DO YOU FEAR BLACK DOGS TOO?” The taunt and pun in reference to his guards hung over the three, until the topic of their talk started getting restless. He found it a bit suspicious that an animal would approach him with so little fear, but Drake’s exaggerated yapping enforced a contrarian mindset. Getting away from her whining and childish antics would do his nerves better too. Focus back on his plans for today, he bid her goodbye and moved away from their current position at the building near the plaza towards one of the surrounding streets.
It was torn and rusted vehicles that first needed to be removed formed a blockade. While sorting his thoughts on where to begin, he noticed who followed him. “STILL HERE? … YOU SURE SCARED THAT NAG. I OWE YOU.” There was no harm in voicing his amusement he thought. But why was the hound with him. “… DO YOU WANT TO SHOW ME SOMETHING?”
‘Prizrak’ wagged his tail a bit when that faceless void was directed at him. It sounded positive enough. He could agree. The best way to deal with Drake’s needling was to avoid her. But she knew of his abilities so being around her would crack at his pride eventually- especially when the curse of ‘good boy’ kept him like this. ( He’d never hear the end of it.) But this servant, he had no idea who they were... Ears perked in thought. Maybe this was the best way to learn and also help him with --- oh. They wanted something.
Shuffling paws across the asphalt, the hound put his nose to the ground. He snuffed and sniffed, trailing around. He could take him to his collection of items of interest but that was too much wasn’t it. He... he needed more time! Berserker snaked under the cars and grabbed the first stick-object he could find. Disgusting! The taste assaulted him. but it was necessary. A moment later, he appeared and deposited it front to the tzar. It clattered, unlike a stick. Horror. That was a bone. Berserker sat down instantly. It was the only way to keep himself from changing on the spot.Conceal, don’t feel.
tzarov.
“BEHOLD, FOR THERE IS YOUR GHOST.“ It had no interest in Drake and her silly fears or fantasies of ghost-cannibalism. His guess what it wanted however, was as good as hers. Being part-demonic beast didn’t equal being able to speak the language of animals. He could read them much better and precisely than most humans due to it, but with enough training anyone could do that- there was nothing inherently magical about it.
As far as he could tell the hound was domesticated and curious and didn’t mind a paw-shake. He glanced back at his companion, then at their animal companion. Some things were on his mind about her presence, because his following words at the hound were much quieter. “… … … HM … SO … ”
“… … … WHO IS A GOOD BOY?” He always wanted to say that. The hound definitely knew, barking in response! Confirming that much ( and that this wasn’t just a stray ), the Yaga turned his upper body to the pink libertine. “YOU CAN SAY WITH PRIZRAK HERE WHILE I SCOUT OUT THE REST. ” Yeah, he totally decided that name on the spot.
He had no other options. The bark had just come out on its own. What else would a dog do in response to something so intimate and sincere! That was much too personal for him to change and continue with a proper introduction. A terrible mess! ‘Prizrak’s life was nothing but a mess! Even with this new name! He! was a bad dog !
The hound waved his paw again after a glance toward the pirate. Drake had reason to be suspicious with the way she eyed him after the order. Too long with her and she’d know something was off! Her whining and protest ( “Whaaaat. Why? I’ll stay here and you can take the ghost-dog. It seems to like you.”) was way worse in this form,too. Actually. That was genius! ‘Prizrak’ got up on all fours and barked again, scooting close to the beast king. Let’s go scout! Bow wow!
lunarchained.
Berserker? Lancer. Lancer? Berserker. “Hmhm~” A playful hum acknowledged it. Arcueid, naturally fond of what ifs, wondered if there was a point to having this many. Humans are fascinating and confusing, but when it came to Servants they showed the underlying true nature of their souls. Too facetious, like fractals…
Sometimes, pure was better she thought. Sometimes, she couldn’t help seeing these many sides as impurities, just like those that formed in herself. She didn’t follow the thoughts further and went along with his inquiry. “Look, I can’t decide between the chocolate with strawberry and cream and those butterfly-shaped gummies. What’s better, uncle?” She didn’t deny it either.
Berserker considered, thoughtfully, the options presented. He tapped his chin and hummed. The feigning of an important decision seemed real enough. Would the choice hinge on her happiness or disappointment later? He had not sampled either. The delightful exquisite wrapping of the chocolate verses the colorful gummies of different varieties. How might either taste! Now, he couldn’t decide. Vlad adjusted the basket on his arm. His impatience drifted away somewhat. Allowing some peasantry pleasure was something he could afford today.
“ I cannot be sure until I’ve sampled them both.” Reaching for the chocolate, he nodded toward the gummies for her to grab. “ Provide me some of your candy and I will give you half of this. If neither are to our liking, we shall find someone who enjoys them. ”
sanguisomnum.
“Maintaining my distance.” Came the cool reply. Even since meeting that vampire woman, Alucard had grown curious over the population. It would be best to ascertain his father’s hold over the others…And yet it continued to seem as though Vlad Tepes’ army was decidedly not here.
That, and the dhampir had utilized his levitation to its maximum capacity today. But the other did not need to know that.
“Surveillance of others like myself is not my ideal past-time, you know. I’m more interested in why you allowed me to follow. Given your speed and ability, surely you could have dropped a tail.”
“ Hoh! Why, I’m gracious today.” Ripe with amusement, Berserker chuckled quietly. He ignored the obvious suspicion the young man had to vampire dad laugh. He smiled, but that came with a slight unease in the moonlight. Something was slightly off,but what? Vlad clasped his hands behind his back, perfectly poised. “-- and neither are we threats to each other. You would not attack what you don’t know.” Dissing that ‘like myself’ comment just like that. Who taught you such manners, stranger! Vlad gestured behind him. “ I have already made my observations of the ruins and you could very well use this place to procure your own.
The sight is quite lovely too. It should be shared. Come see for yourself.”
virmentis .
A creased brow was his only marker of frustration as acute, pitch eyes rapidly scanned every centimetre of the text before him. Every so often, he reached for his pen, scribbling down information that seems pertinent, even if it was scant. While the professor plenty confident in his ability to research, his work is cut twain by having a partner for the effort. Fortuitous was their encounter, and at the very least, it prevented him from gaining a headache.
“Indeed. A curious phenomenon. I’ve been striving to mark down these absences, hoping that perhaps they will reveal a pattern or something else helpful.” He sighed, two lithe fingers rising to rub his temple as his other hand closes the dusty tome in front of him. “This lack… they’re clearly concerned with the city’s secrets falling into someone else’s hands. At the very least, it would be helpful to find even so much as a hint to how they pulled this off, but unfortunately I haven’t even been able to glean whether it was mainly a scientific or magical endeavor.” He reached for another book from the pile beside him and at last turned his eyes to his companion.
“How about you? Have you fared any better?”
“No.” Vlad’s voice was flat. Eyes drew back to his books stacked by him. He slid his own notes from under them, written in a language he was comfortable with, but if one stared long enough, anyone could read them with the city’s strange atmosphere. “ However. It is not unheard of where I was prior to this city for the events of history to be wiped away by ‘magic’, but the energy required for such a feat is severely lacking, or spread thinly so it does not occur.” The servant passed a glance toward the other man. They would likely be interested in the process of magecraft but his expression then assured an explanation at a later time. “ It keeps myself maintained, but even that does not explain the thoroughness of this. There is no missing ‘parts’; it lacks the entire beginning.” The tip of a sharpened nail traced what looked to be a simple map at the bottom of his papers. Distance approximations were marked all over. A lord was responsible for their own knowledge of the land! “ I did happen to learn about an area beyond city limits that house city ruins. I plan to make my way out there at some point. ‘Yesteryear’, it’s called. What a peculiar name, don’t you think? ”
