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the only one allowed to touch or taste my dear master is me! not even a single drop of blood will i share! partnered with elsa.

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The sudden yell sent a cold shiver down his spine, adding onto the already present shivering from the freezing temperatures and snow that stuck onto his clothes and skin. Arms tighten and huddle closer to his chest as dark eyes slowly and cautiously turn towards the source, quietly pleading it to be anyone but a guard or that creepy Groundskeeper— or whatever they were called— themselves…

Fortunately, it was neither of said feared subjects, but a girl? What a relief.

The tension present in his body had relaxed only the slightest as Stel now warily turns to completely face his ‘visitor’, gazing silently upon them with sharp eyes. How he’d come to trespass into such a location? There was no harm in telling. A harsh exhale comes from his mask as he makes a sound to speak, raising a cold and pale hand to tap the metallic bar knitted onto the black cover; the very place where his lips were hidden behind it. His voice was about all that was necessary.

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She's already irritated by his lack of verbal responses, and the conversation (if it can even be called that) has only just begun. Oh, this is going to be a long day, indeed.          That is, until she starts to think about what he's just mimed to her.      "What?!"

     "You mean to tell me that you chewed through the lock--?! Do you know how bad that is for your teeth!" She huffs, hands now placed on her hips as she gives him a stare that's meant to intimidate. Combined with her even further raised tone, however, the bristled kitsune does make for quite the sight. "Let me take a look at your mouth!"

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     "Cookies!" A sing-song voice calls out. "Free cookies! Get 'em while they're hot!" -- No, of course they're not poisoned. Why would they be poisoned?

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             A butt.

There is a butt in her line of sight, and she wants it gone.

     "Oi! What do you think you're doing over there?!" Now, Tamamo is no policewoman -- in fact, she's generally the type of person with whom a law enforcement official would have frequent entanglements with. But she has seen what this stupid facility is capable of, and she has a sneaking suspicion that one of the lab rats sneaking around would not be taken too kindly by that slimy Groundskeeper.        "I don't think they'd want you in this room!" But a brief moment of thought breathes new curiosity into her mind. "But, while we're at it ... how did you even break the lock and get in here?"

[forsakenheroics]

Keeping in shape [Intro - Tamamo]

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[Archer wasn’t sure how to react since the girl was panicking so much and her reaction was over the place and he failed to notice initially that the woman had even animal ears coming from her head. If anything, he failed to even attempt to show embarrassment over being seen like that so he couldn’t understand what was so bad about being seen by someone else in swimming suit.]

Uh..

[Before he could actually start talking, she continued on saying stuff that didn’t make sense for him until she mentioned a “Master” which lit a spark on his brain and he finally realized that this was yet another Servant who had been given a physical body like had. He realized at least that she had animal features such as the pointy ears and that big ear that could be seen in the water so there was no doubt anymore that she was a Servant indeed. “Wait a minute!” were the words he intended to say but never left his mouth as she asked something that was completely unexpected. Technically, they weren’t Servants anymore so he doubted that they could form a pact such as the one between Master and Servant but he pondered for a moment and he thought that if she was willing to cooperate with him, he might be able to gain an ally that way.]

If that would make you calm down, I’ll agree but calm down first!

[There were many things he wanted to ask the woman right now so he needed to make her relax first so he spoke without actually knowing what his words entailed.]

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-- He took it. He took the bait. Tamamo can hardly contain her enthusiasm at a well-chiseled male actually acquiescing to her ridiculous request, but she manages to keep it below the surface and out of view. Now that she's gotten that confirmation, however, the wheels of her calculating mind begin to churn as to what her next step ought be. Let down her guard? Continue with the damsel in distress act?                   Oh, she's going to have fun with this one, isn't she ~! ♡      "Well ... if you've agreed, then I suppose there's no problem with you seeing me this way, is there?"

Her tone is girlish and sweet, pure and innocent as virginal snow -- snow which just so happens to conceal a cesspool of sin and devilry. Many would call her a witch, in fact, and she'd be hard-pressed to refuse such a label. Nevertheless, she gives her companion a ceremonial bow.        "My name is Caster." A pause, mostly to look him over again (secretly) but also for dramatic timing. "And you might be --?"

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        -- It hurts.

Golden eyes fill with unbridled, animalistic excitement as the black marking on the back of her hand changes form and begins to pulsate with pain once again. And from experience, she's come to realise that this can only mean one thing: she has a new partner. Or, as Tamamo prefers to see it,                  She has a new spouse. Somehow, she manages not to trip over her own feet as she races down corridor two, all the way to the final room: 2Z. She doesn't even pause to catch her breath before turning the golden knob and swinging the door open with a loud "boom," standing proudly in the doorway with her (generous) chest puffed forward and her hands on the wide breadth of her hips. She doesn't even miss a beat before enthusiastically addressing her new companion.         "Goshujin-sama!" Her hands fall from her hips only so that she may bow before her new companion. "You may not understand why you need one yet, but you have been brought a vulpine wife from the imperial tomb!" Tamamo understands that it's a bit unorthodox to announce yourself as the wife of another woman, but if that's the hand that fate has chosen to deal her then so be it. It certainly will not make the kitsune any less attentive to her duties -- physical or otherwise. All she has to do now is punctuate the contract with a final,          "Are you my Master?"

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✽; { Ą fox's ta(i)le.

  One thing she couldn’t tolerate while she was here was dirt. As soon as she finished her lunch, she noticed the room was a bit dirty. Dust and cans dropped were dominating it and she wouldn’t like them to stay forever while she was in this place. She needed to clean all this because after all, if her partner and she wanted to be more comfortable, the room couldn’t be like that. So then, Sakura left the room and started to walk towards the kitchen. Yes, there was a kitchen in her room but, she couldn’t find cleaning tools for resolving the dirt. Maybe if she went to the main kitchen, she would find some.

  If you are asking yourself if the girl was angry because she had to clean, the answer is no. Sakura didn’t care about cleaning at all. She was really used to it. Since some years ago, she had helped her Senpai with all kinds of housework. Also, she sometimes cleaned the Matou mansion when she was living there so she didn’t have any problem if she had to clean now. She liked order and this was something usual for the novice magus. She didn’t care if she had to do it.

  Reaching the kitchen, Sakura started to look for cleaning tools. A broom, a dustpan and a feather duster were enough for her at this moment. She didn’t care if there were more cleaning tools now, she would look again for more if she needed a different one for another situation. She didn’t need to rush for something like this. It’s not that she were in danger or something like that. These things could be done calmly.

  After a few minutes, her search worked like a charm… No, almost, and because that, she couldn’t avoid a worried expression on her face. She had the broom and the dustpan but, the feather duster… the feather duster was being used as a tail. Yes, there was someone besides her in the kitchen, and this someone seemed disguised as a fox. What was happening…?

  ❝E-Excuse me…❞ She approached the stranger, without hoping that she would disturb. Sakura wasn’t someone that liked to disturb people and she wouldn’t change that because she was here. ❝S-Sorry if I’m disturbing you but…❞ Her finger pointed at the supposed feather duster. ❝I need your… “tail”.❞ Said this, she looked away. She hoped that what she said didn’t sound strange. She didn’t want this “person” to misunderstand her.

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      "... Eh--?" Quirking her eyebrow at the other female, Tamamo's head leans lightly to the side in the quintessential canine display of confusion. Now, this may have been just her imagination -- and for once, she sincerely hopes it is -- but ... for a moment there, it had sounded as though the girl had genuinely believed Tamamo to be deceiving with her vulpine appearance. It takes a couple of moments in absolute silence for the Caster-class Servant to realise that this had been exactly what the girl's tone had meant. The rage followed swiftly on the heels of understanding.

        "Excuse you?  Excuse you?!  No, you are certainly not excused!  How you could even dare to make such an insinuation and hope to get away with it is beyond any brand of common decency!  Where were you raised, in a basement with no contact with the outside world?" Well, you see Tamamo --         "How will you repay me for this grave slight!" Clearly, she's too angry to even realise precisely what she's saying. Her hands are placed on her hips in an attempt to make herself look larger and more intimidating. It's hardly necessary, though -- the volume of her voice would be enough to spook most, and it's certainly garnered the attention of any within earshot of this conversation.         "I should burn you where you stand." The severity of the comment is further marked with malicious intent.

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event 01 ➳ capture the flag

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      The complaining and the female’s choice of attire was enough to     catch Allison off guard,  struck dumb by her unnatural hair color. The     snow coated bush had done its deed well, keeping the hunter invisible     from the peering eyes of her opponent. Her gaze is fixed on the stranger,     prepared to shoot an arrow at any given moment. (There are troubling      thoughts invade her mind about injuring the pink haired woman, seeing     how she was completely harmless and unarmed.)

       One eye is half-open, squinted to get a better view. She tries her      best to remain unfazed by the continuous whining, body and hands      steadied in holding the weapon. Mouth shut, she anticipates the      other to initiate a move.

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Unfortunately for the hidden huntress, the wind is not in her favor.           Literally. As a passing breeze shifts the human's scent from downwind to upwind, the kitsune's keen nose immediately picks up on it. She reaches into the cloth covering her breast, pulling forth a sutra and immediately tracing her fingers down the marked side to bring to life the message written on it.                Chaos Heaven, it reads. And chaos is exactly what Tamamo intends to sew.

A strong, slashing gust of wind is sent towards the mystery female's (Tamamo can only gauge mortal and female from the scent, if the levels of estrogen are anything to go by) direction. Paralysing sparks appear randomly in the air, slashing across like thin golden bolts of lightening. Their movement, however, is unpredictable, and guaranteed to stun their target should they hit - leaving the victim paralysed, and completely at the vulpine's mercy.            "Weren't you ever told that it's                          r u d e to spy on others without introducing yourself first--?"

The condescending nature of her comment oozes smoothly into her womanly tones, like honey in milk. This is clearly not the first time she's taken a haughty attitude with someone.

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That smell and that heat… 

Even without his currently heightened senses, there was no way Shuu would ignore that familiar sensation. Could ignore it. Dragged abruptly out of his solitude, there was only one instinct this vampire could obey.

Fear.

The kind of fear that grips at every inch of your heart, your soul. It was absolutely overbearing, controlling, his breathing erratic and ragged. He left the couch but was unable to make it very far, not with eyes still watching the flames coil and trace the area he’d just occupied. No, he fell to his knees, hands searching… shaking… gripping onto the threads of the carpet. Finding no comfort. No way to escape the chains of despair. Any sound that managed to escape him a high-pitched whine.

It was pathetic. And there was nothing he could do.

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Her mind is immediately torn in two.

Tamamo's expression is uncharacteristically unreadable as she watched his dramatic reaction to the flames unfold. A streak of crimson etches out from below the piece of furniture to wrap around the armrest where the male's head had been resting just moments ago, burning deep into the fabric and leaving the unpleasant smell of charred cloth in its wake. Yet despite all the strong reactions and powerful emotions around her, Tamamo remains cool, calm, collected -- calculated, even. In truth, it hadn't been her intention to rile him up so much. She had only wanted to provoke him, to (literally and figuratively) light a fire under his ass to elicit a reaction. And while she'd gotten her desired effect, she begins to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she's gone a little too far. But, at the same time ...........          Shouldn't figuring out his weakness be considered an additional bonus? She steps away from the eating embers, moving to stand directly over him with all the imposition her small stature can offer. The normally energetic and jovial vulpine retains her crystalline stare, quiet until the crackling of sparks behind her provokes her to raise her arm out once more. With another small flick of another sutra charm the flames immediately dissipate, replaced with a cage of ice surrounding the previously enflamed furniture.

"I hope you've learned your lesson about ignoring others." She offers with an edge as icy as the atmosphere. "Now,                           "Your name?"

[hitokilling]

Was she seriously still going? And look at that — he’d already gone straight back into his little world, a hard beat drifting from plugged-in earbuds. .

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So he thinks he's gonna get away with that, huh? Well, sorry to disappoint, but no one ignores an imperial courtesan so rudely and gets away unscathed. Unless, of course, they're the emperor, but this poor excuse for a slightly cleaner homeless man certainly can't be one.

With a grin, she decides to use his strength against him: namely, the indifference to which he so desperately clings. Whilst he's no longer giving her his attention, she pulls out a sutra behind her and taps two fingers against its painted lettering to -- ... Well, lighting a small fire underneath the couch he's found himself perched on. And then, with a small rotation of her wrist, the flames grow ever so slightly to quicker engulf the cloth upon which the offending male rests.

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"Heh, I like your way of thinking~ …Say, why don’t we team up? We can get more flags that way! And kill more people~”

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Normally, she'd hesitate at such an offer: serving two individuals goes against the one virtue by which Tamamo does abide, and that's her undying loyalty. But her partner has been missing, the pain on the back of her hand dulled to a mere whisper in her flesh, and she's yet to be assigned a new one.      ... So, maybe, it was time to take matters into her own paws hands.     "I'm in."

     "But first things first, we ought to see where our strengths can make up for each other's weaknesses." Being so trusting at a first meeting is not at all like her, but this is the first chance she's ever had to work with someone of her own kind. "Are you more physically or magically oriented?"

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"No." Now shut up. Everyone in this place was being so unnecessarily loud. Which wasn’t helping his current state of agitation.

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     "Jerk." She delivers without hesitation or remorse. "Fine then, I'll keep you on my list of those to steal from forcefully, Mister --?"

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Oh. Well, this is certainly the first time he had been complimented in such a long time. Since Madara had been released from that seal, he hasn’t heard anything from the other youkai other than their fear of him. This is very uplifting, if he has to be honest. He can’t help but smile a little at her remark.

"That’s really flattering, but I’m not really formally taught.” He is important where he came from, however. “I guess when you’ve seen a lot of things throughout your life, you get to learn things yourself.” That’s quite the half-truth, really. Nobody can know he’s been alive for hundreds of years, after all.

Back to the real topic, Madara can’t help but make a face at the situation. “I guess so, but everything has flaws. There should be one in this place, too.”

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As if she couldn't get more impressed already, her eyes only seem to widen when he mentions his lack of a formal education. There's a difference between money and brilliance, even Tamamo knows this -- and although money may just well be Tamamo's true love, she can also admit that it is not the secret to getting everything. Just most things. And everything that's important to her, naturally. "Oh ... have you lived for very long, then?" She means this as no insult to his appearance, but no one talks in this manner unless they have many years to back it up.

She makes a low and pensive hmm as her initial response. Everything has a weakness, it's true, but the task of finding one in this place seems so daunting that Tamamo is half-tempted to just quit now and enjoy the ride. For all the Caster-class Servant's many strengths, her work ethic has always been more of a question mark.        "Were it based on magic, I would have little problem breaking through. This cage of ours, however, seems to be built on something else entirely." The thoughts of writers behind a screen, perhaps?

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"But isn’t it more fun to take the flag yourself?”

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"Of course it is!" She pouts. "And of course it's easier to get their blood that way .... but I just want so many!"

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Who would’ve thought she would end up dealing with all sorts of annoying people here… Perhaps it was fate that was punishing her for some unknown reason. Her patience was running out, and she wasn’t sure for how much longer she could put up with this fox.

As soon as the word servant left the other’s mouth, her eyes widdened in surprise. “You? You’re a servant?” Who on earth would pick such a pest, she thought. But, if she truly was a servant, then was she powerful? And what class would she be? "What’s your name then?" She didn’t think she’d be stupid enough to reply this question directly, as she had avoided the previous one already.

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The fact that this girl reacts to such a common word in such a particular way can only mean one thing: she knows of the Grail War. As Tamamo had sensed no especially potent magic around her, however, the kitsune naturally assumes that the female before her had participated in a Master's capacity. In that case, this interaction may have just become far more interesting.

      "You seem disbelieving of this realisation." Tamamo quips with no shortage of snark in her syllables. "Since you seem to know of the War, I'll assume you don't expect me to be notably forthcoming with the answer to that question." She'll give the girl guts for trying, though. Tamamo straightens herself out before proudly responding,            "I am a Servant of the Caster class, beholden to whatever Master this 'experiment' has seen fit to grant me. And you --" she pauses, "since your name is not so valuable as mine, I can assume you'll offer it?"

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      "Would anyone want to just give me their flag?"

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friend or foe. [open]

Run, run, as fast as you can, you’ll never catch me, I’m—

Crimson already stained the snow his feet pounded on, comatose bodies resting against the trees, frost covering the tips of their air, faces pale and listless… it seemed the massacre had already begun. There was no sign of Momoi anywhere, and the longer he ran, the more restless he became.

Every time he passed someone, he pushed them aside, not willing to let them capture him, even if they could’ve been a potential ally. Just then, he caught sight of another fallen person, but the trembling of their legs made it apparent they weren’t out for the count yet.

"Hey!" he said, crouching down to them. "Show me where it hurts."

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Oh, how nice. It seems her chosen prey has a friend, after all. And here she'd thought that he'd been just another worthless loser, serving merely as a stepping stone between her and her ultimate goal.

Tamamo's hand retracts into a fist before releasing its pent-up energy towards the injured male sitting himself up against the wall in the form of ice. It takes hold of the male's body, freezing him almost instantaneously -- almost, saver for giving him the chance to leave a horrified expression on his face. It only takes another sharp movement of Tamamo's arm to break the ice into pieces, scattering bits of what once was a human being all over the ground.

      Humans are such frail, fragile creatures.

Now, however, her attention turns towards the second male who had been offering his aid to the former. She folds her hands together, actually giving him a sweet smile despite the fact that he'd just witnessed her rather nonchalantly killing someone else.

She sighs. "It's a shame my magic didn't leave me with any blood to dip his flag in, though. Now it won't count." Despite the gravity of her statement, her tone is more that of a petulant child who woke on Christmas morning to see that Santa hadn't brought her a pony like she'd ask.

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