Muse Party~

Multi-muse blog for Eski-Creature. Link to muses on the page. I am a literate roleplayer but I can also do short threads as well as multi-paragraph ones. Just specify on which muse you'd like to play with and we'll see if we can get things started. Note: This is mostly a stress relief/warm up/muse box for me to get used to a few muses or just play out a scenario. Apologies if things get dropped.

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Rest in pieces Citadel kitchen we knew thee well, you did not deserve the treatment Higekiri gave you attempting to make dough

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You fucking did what now-

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HEY HEY GUDAKO, WE'RE NOT DONE YET. How do you spend time in Chaldea, whenever you aren't busy fixing Singularities left and right?

“There’s hardlyany free time around here since we’re kind of in a race againstutter extinction. Much less anything to do.”

The incomingapocalypse seldom leaves any room for pleasantries, unfortunately.However, one can’t expect to just be on constant alert or twiddlingtheir thumbs expecting the next bit of bad news or Singularity tohit. People get bored. Peoplelike Ritsuka Fujiwara, a girlwho lived and grew up in modern society andwith plenty of distractions findsit difficult to deal with the idle time without said distractions tokeep her attention occupied.

“Wellthere’s no internet around. Okay there isbut its only supposed to be used for work purposes so Dr. Roman says.We got cell reception at the least to make calls since Chaldea is sobig to just waste time looking for people, even if Roman sendsMonster Mash after me anyways. ButI had to beg my butt off to get something going internet wise or Iwas going to die of boredom!”

Asdramatic as she could havemade that statement, sheappearedquite excited to tell this next part of her story, her yellow eyesvivid in excitement andmischievous glee.

“Speakingof internet and all, apparentlyMash doesn’t have anyclue on how the real world works, or she’s literately been livingin a rock all her life! SoI had to give her a crash course of how modern society works. Istarted with Snapchat, I took a selfie of the both of us and I eventook one of just myself with my face on a duck and I called it,“Guducko”. I don’t think I had heard her stopped laughing allday.

Thenthe rest of the Servants got in on it; Marie particularly loved totake pictures and steals my phone often enough to do it. Do you knowwhat its like to have to wrestle your phone back from a French queenwho took about 500 pictures of everyone in all kinds of angles andfilters? She’s a pro at it.”

Ritsukahad to contain her own laughter as she concluded her story, muffledgiggles threatening to escape at any moment and almost interruptedher.

“Anyways,aside from that,I think we have a lot on our plates to keep ourselves entertained.Sometimes as we sortie out to the Singularities, we take breaks fromour missions and some of them even take a detour to get somethingdone. Robin in particular had a fun time showing off his trappingskills to us, Medusa also enjoyed strolling through town and beatingup a bunch of punks, Emiya spent a whole day lecturing me aboutMaster and Servant information. It was a bit overwhelming taking allthat in but it was nice of him to teach me anyways.

WhatI mean to say that its never boring here for whatever reason. There’sway too many people to be bored around. Which is a good distractionfrom the overall doom and gloom.”

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There are particularly good choices for secretaries. People with good work ethic and loyalty for example are one prime choices, those like Heshikiri Hasebe who would toil endlessly for the faint scraps of recognition and praise, one who worked ever harder to continue being recognized and used if given more than scraps. Someone prided himself on being the one a Saniwa could rely on without fail. 

That is exactly one type of person who is good at playing secretary and doing errands.

Then there are those like Tomoegata, a naginata without a past who would love more than to have some special role in his life. A man who wants to please and be useful for the sake of having something to his name, one who learns fast and has no issue in making sure that others don’t butt in on his duties.

That is number two of a prime secretary, there are others of course like Kogarasumaru who is helpful because of his parental quirks or Ichigo Hitofuri who want to help ease the burdens of their master no doubt caused in part by his countless siblings.

However one who is not ideal for the job is someone with a lofty, airheaded disposition. Someone like Mikazuki for example; who while valuable for not only his insight and composure may not be so inclined to be directly helpful. Or a particularly old hand who can’t even remember the name of the blade made to be his companion. But more importantly an old hand that never seemed to take in the opinion of others, going about things with an attitude that was carefree to the point of being almost surreal.

It is thus a strike of sheer potent misfortune that the next person on the secretary roster was a warrior who’s cares were limited only to some social graces and active combat. Social graces however did not quite extend to refraining from investigating business he had no place in. 

“Hmhm..”

He’d arrived a few hours before he was supposed to, whether it was intentional or not was something left to be determined, and he’d even waited a little bit to see if the Saniwa was coming before simply barging into her workroom without much of a care. Even ignoring the barks of Konnosuke trying oh so desperately to reign in the treasured warrior, the yips and barks of the fox fell on willingly deaf ears.

So deaf was Higekiri to the shrill noise that he could barely be bothered to get up from the couch he was lounging on, a detailed mission log for the days teams of expeditions and mission operatives had enraptured him instead. Even if Higekiri could have been aptly described as lazily reading the articles, the man was still aware of the person trotting into their office.

“You would have made a fine retainer to the Genji with your planning, you know.”

Higekiri barely looks up from the log, though his mouth was hidden behind the papers it wasn’t hard to guess that he was wearing his usual lofty smile. Even as he was looking at a Saniwa who surely did not think his antics were very amusing or endearing.

“Mmn, pardon the intrusion. I couldn’t find you or my orders so I made myself at home~”

There’s little care in his tone, soft and light as always. Whether or not the Saniwa was actually mad at him for his intrusion and defiance towards Konnosuke it was hard to make Higekiri really care. Even now he was still reading instead of giving his master full, undivided attention.

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Marching down the veranda with rapid and confident footsteps was the Saniwa of the rarely quiet Citadel. Holding her head high and bespectacled eyes focusing forward to her destination, Noriko makes her way to her office. A chill breeze passes by, cooling off the Saniwa’s heated skin still coated with a thin sheen of sweat from her earlier chore; she exhales in relief and closes her eyes at the feeling, letting the exhaustion flow out of her stiff and sore muscles.

‘It feels like fall is coming, that means colder mornings and nights for inventory.’

Inwardly, she’s thankful for the fall’s approach. Even if it meant dealing with the rapidly changing temperatures, it was a welcome respite to this summer’s intense heat and humidity. The changing of the seasons also mean the Citadel becomes more livelier, as several swords find the transition of the leaves and overall festivities to be a collective favorite.

‘The boys will want to do some leaf viewing or something-

The tantous will for sure want to roast potatoes…

I could give them a break from all the missions we’ve been running. There’s no current word from HQ regarding any new movement from the Revisionists after we resolved things in Ikedaya. Maybe they should have some time off.

We’re in a good spot even with future events, just need to keep resources flowing steadily.

Should I lighten the daily training and expeditions to-’

A sudden shrill yowl break Noriko’s line of thought, startling the Saniwa with an abrupt gasp and her hands immediately go to her heart thumping at several thousand beats per second. Amber eyes scan the vicinity for any sign of the noise with keen alertness, though the empty space of the courtyard reveal nothing immediate.

“Konnosuke…?”

She mumbles to herself, after taking the moment to recognize the sound. The Saniwa picks up her pace, striding over to the room where she pinpoints the source of the noise; her office. As the room came to view Noriko immediately notices the sliding door was slightly ajar. Someone was already inside, but who? Hardly anyone bothers the Saniwa in her workroom, much less when it isn’t occupied. And for what? To get a rise out of Konnosuke? Something dire must have happened or the poor fox was a victim to a cruel prank. The fox familiars weren’t made for combat. They were mostly observational units and information gatherers, as well as extra hands for the chores. Well, whomever was tormenting it, she was about to find out as soon as she arrives and give them a piece of her mind.

The sight that greets her is a queer one, causing her serious face to break into a quizzical stare. Her office is spotless, nary a single object out of place as she has left it. But what she sees is a frizzled fox familiar, who is yapping at the white-clad toudan sitting down at one of her couches with book that she recognizes as the daily schedule in hand. She locks eyes with Higekiri, one of the Genji clans most treasured swords, and before she could question what was going on he surprises her with a genuine compliment. It works, causing Noriko’s expression to switch from quizzical to shocked and even flattered. She awkward gapes at the Toudan before she could find the words to reply.

“T-thank you for the words. Though I doubt they would have accepted woman retainers during that time.”

Her attention draws back down to Konnosuke, who does his best to explain to the Saniwa that he tried to deter Higekiri from entering her office. She kneels down to soothe the familiar’s fur and worries, picking him up in her arms and makes her way to sit across from her current secretary. His words perplex her, as she tries to decipher the serene yet mysterious demeanor, more so hidden by the book covering half of his face. Higekiri, as well as his brother Hizamaru, came to her only a few months prior during one of the scuffles between the Kebiishi. It took several weeks of regular training to get the two up to speed with the rest of the Toudans in her Citadel, and once she feels that they were ready she promotes Higekiri as her current secretary. A tradition in her Citadel, Noriko gives everyone a fair opportunity to become secretary for a while so everyone can gain the experience to lead and learn the routines. Higekiri was her first pick as it appears that he was the more level headed of the two brothers, and soon enough, she finds that first impressions are quite often misleading.

When the Genji sword says he could not find the daily tasks or herself, she raised a disbelieving brow at him.

“Higekiri. You’re currently holding your days objectives and missions. Or unless you mean that something wasn’t clear with what’s stated?”

Her response comes out curt and even questioning. The last she recalled when she made the schedule she thought she was very succinct with her explanations. However, she also remembers that she made that schedule quite late in the evening. If there was any sort of mistakes on the schedule, she hopes it wasn’t anything too embarrassingly bad.

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Tel Dan Steel Training

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perpetual-calendar:

All around her was nothing but light.

The radiance enveloped her entire being - not her physical body, but her essence, the entire sum of what she’d been, of what she was, of what she’d ever be. Caught in the firm embrace of the Throne of Heroes, she slept like a prisoner, accepting of her sentence, reassured of her eventual release.

The shift happened with the suddenness of birth: without warning, almost violently yet promisingly. In the degradation from seraphic brightness to artificially constructed light within her field of view, the woman saw nothing but a reason to calmly rejoice, for her renewed existence meant one thing, and one thing only: purpose.

As photons slowed down in their furious rotation around the magical summoning’s fulcrum, figures began to take shape. History, myth and fiction stood together, side by side and accomunated only by their wild diversity. She stood among them, stalwart in her silent acceptance of what had just transpired.

Remnants of light particles shone in their dying moments over the polished armor adorning her figure. Short, yet imposing - the extremely precise line of her forelocks barely reached the same height as those of the purple-haired girl in the same room. Her features were delicate, yet left no space for emotions: she wore her face like a Noh mask, with its hard wood sculpted into a beatiful imitation of humanity.

Her boot clacked loudly from the first of few steps she took forward, sparing no glance for the living legends she moved past. Her eyes acknowledged one person, and one person only. It was in front of her that the armor-clad woman stopped. It was on the cold floor beneath that person’s feet that her knees first, and her forearms next, bent without the slightest hint of shame nor hesitation. Her bow was profound and absolute in its professed submission to the woman called Fujimaru Ritsuka, despite this being their very first meeting.

For a long sequence of seconds, her eyes gazed only at the floor in stolid silence. But eventually her head arose, and cold eyes gazed upwards with a serious vibe to them that bordered on insanity.

“Saber class, Yamato Takeru. I pledge mine humble self to thee, o Lord. May mine life and death serve thee as thou see fit.”

Words spoken firmly by a voice too gelid even for a soul worn down by the summer heat to appreciate.

Ritsuka’s eyes do another quick sweep of the group in front of her as she gauges the reactions. The myriad of expressions is normal enough to expect; from the most inquisitive and contemplative of looks down to the coldest and hard stoic stares. All eyes were on focused on her. The Master can feel her hands becoming more restless as they fidget along with her uniform sleeves. Anxiety bubbling up in her chest again, she feels like she must do something before the nerves attempt their second coup over her composure. Quickly clearing out her throat again she opens her mouth to prompt another comment-

...Or such would be the case if a figure didn’t step out of the line. The sudden sound of confident footsteps heading her way caused Ritsuka to stutter out a sound. If first impressions were anything to leave by, then the words that can come to mind to describe the Servant marching forward would be;  stalwart, serious and intimidating as all hell. She could feel her smile freeze at the Servant’s impending arrival.

“Oh...man she’s scary looking. I really hope she’s actually friendly. Please be friendly, I don’t want this to be a bad experience. Did Mash say anything about Servants cutting down their Masters? I don’t remember, I don’t wanna find out either! Don’t cut me down please-”

Her thoughts race at a rapid pace that matches her heartbeat. Ritsuka gulped, the Servant was now less than a few paces away and her expression didn’t change in the least. In these panicking times, it was usually a good time to improvise.

“H-Hi there! Could I hel-”

Again, she was cut off. And again, she was caught off guard by regal blue haired woman’s actions. The sudden bow was carried out so swiftly and with utter poise that if Ritsuka blinked, she could have sworn she would have thought that the woman had fallen down instead. But no, one surprise came after another and suddenly the blue-haired Servant speaks with a voice as old as the terminology she uses to  introduce herself as the legendary Yamato Takeru.

Boy did that introduction sure leave her speechless. Moments after that grand display, Ritsuka shakes off her astonishment, her voice coming back to her.

“No need to be that formal! I’m very pleased to meet you as well, Saber. But you can just call me Gudako or Ritsuka if you prefer. Please rise!”

The Master’s previous chipper tone returns, even if it is laced with mild exasperation as she held out her arms to gesture her to stop.

“Although that being said, would it be alright if I called you Takeru? Or perhaps Yamato? I feel like Saber might be a tad too impersonal.”

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YO! RO! KO! BE!

Faq u for plaguing my rolls YOU SHITTY ASS PRIEST- 

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GUDAKO how does the thought of being one of the very few humans left alive on Earth bear on you? Does it weigh heavily on you, or are you more the type to go 'WHATEVER let's go kick a Servant's ass alredy'?

“It’s somethingI’d rather not think about too much. In a way, I guess it can belonely, just seeing the same kind of faces over and over.Buuut...”

Sure the youngMaster had a smile on her face, but there is an obvious sense ofuneasiness on the red-head’s face. Yellow eyes glance down to theside and her smile drops.

Those thoughts havecome by to haunt her at times in the dead of night when she couldn’tsleep. The visions of the sudden Chaldea explosion still run vividlythrough her mind when she closes her eyes, the panicked andadrenaline fueled journey through the Fuyuki Singularity, theterrified pleas of the late Director slowly floating to her death,and the maniacal declaration against mankind’s annihilation fromLeif.

No pressureright?

“I’d rather seethose faces all the time than nothing at all. Less lonely that way.”

She lifts her gazeback up from the ground with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Also!”

Gudako exclaims,adding a pointed finger up.

“If nobody doesanything against whatever is causing this mess, then we’re all asgood as dead! And quite frankly, I like living.”

What bettermotivation is there, after all?

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Tel Dan Steel Training

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The once blinding lights and whirs of advanced machinery started to die down. Several figures materialized out of the aether in front of two waiting girls. The red head, clad in white and black, seemed the most restless. A smile adorns her face, trying her best to put on a good friendly impression at the crowd, even if her hands were shaking in anticipation, or perhaps nerves. A few seconds of silence turned into awkward few minutes as the red-head found herself unable to speak. Her expression seems frozen, that is until the purple haired girl by her side nudges her in the ribs, which brings her back to earth. “Oh right! Uhm…nice to meet you all! I’m Fujimaru Ritsuka and I am the Master that summoned you!” Her hand raises in greeted and soon after her other hand raises up, gesticulating along with her words.

‘Smooth Ritsuka’

She mentally chastises, but clearly now that the awkward ice has broken, the girl continues her introduction. Clearing her throat of the remaining nerves. “Right…so…uh…If you have any questions just ask me I guess? But you should definitely ask Mash here, or the Doctor in the big blue screen. He’s friendly I promise! A little weird, but friendly! So..uh..before I do anything else, I’d like to get to know you guys as well.” Finishing her ‘speech’, she claps her hands together in front of her and gives them a rub, waiting for the results. 

Had he not been human once, a man with quite the backstory, perhaps this awkward summoning would have be far far more so. This however; this sort of awkwardness of a brand new Master was actually quite charming? Endearing? Well.

It was certainly something!

To summon a Servant like him, and several others, and be so wholly unprepared was new but the causality of which the meeting was conducted was refreshing. Enough so for the green haired Archer to walk forward with a bright smile while the other Servants took their time to figure out how exactly to treat this new Master.

“Well I can’t deny you have some personality to you, Master!”

The Archer laughs, quiet and gentle before making a sweeping bow. Not unused to serving, not unused to showing respect for high authority even if too was once a great King. Though when he stands up straight again it’s with a much brighter smile.

“Archer, David at your service oh dashing Ritsuka.”

“No need to look so nervous you know in front of who you’ve summoned, or at least I’m certainly the friendly sort! Why not leave these sticks in the mud here and get to know me first?”

In retrospect however.

He may just be a handful.

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Golden eyes anxiously dart between the figures manifested in front of her, all staring at their newly acquainted ‘Master’ with varying levels of expressions. Her smile faltering more as the seconds tick by and her hands kept fidgeting with each other. These lingering seconds felt like an eternity.

‘Oh boy...’

She didn’t mess this up, did she? Was she supposed to be more professional? More...commanding? Should she have tried to emulate a more authoritative air like the late Director Animusphere? Or would a stoic calm like Mash’s have been a better option?

Before the panic had a chance to fully settle in her mind, Ritsuka’s eyes dart back to Mash, who meets her panicked gaze. The Demi-Servant proves to be ever reliable by reassuring her senpai with an encouraging smile and a subtle nod back towards the Servants. That was all the assurance the neophyte Master needed to calm down. She shoots a quick smile back at Mash and returns her now confident gaze back at the awaiting Servants.

One of them stepped forward, the Archer with bright green hair and a friendly smile. He introduces himself with utmost vigor, a jovial attitude and...was that a compliment or an attempted flirt? It leaves the red-head speechless and surprised. It was David’s crack that caused Ritsuka to laugh off her awkwardness.

“Nice to meet you, David!”

She returns the greeting with equal enthusiasm, a hand shoots up in a small wave.

Well, he certainly had spent no time in getting friendly. A wave of relief fell over Ritsuka. After all, if a Servant can crack a joke, what point did she had to maintain any airs?

“Sorry for that, I guess? It’s my first time meeting so many Servants at once. In any rate, I do hope we can all get along. After all we got some rather important work ahead of us. But first let me introduce you to another one who was here first.”

After another round of introductions go by.

“ So David, anything else you wanna ask before we get to work?”

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Tel Dan Steel Training

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The once blinding lights and whirs of advanced machinery started to die down. Several figures materialized out of the aether in front of two waiting girls. The red head, clad in white and black, seemed the most restless. A smile adorns her face, trying her best to put on a good friendly impression at the crowd, even if her hands were shaking in anticipation, or perhaps nerves. A few seconds of silence turned into awkward few minutes as the red-head found herself unable to speak. Her expression seems frozen, that is until the purple haired girl by her side nudges her in the ribs, which brings her back to earth. "Oh right! Uhm...nice to meet you all! I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka and I am the Master that summoned you!" Her hand raises in greeted and soon after her other hand raises up, gesticulating along with her words.

'Smooth Ritsuka'

She mentally chastises, but clearly now that the awkward ice has broken, the girl continues her introduction. Clearing her throat of the remaining nerves. "Right...so...uh...If you have any questions just ask me I guess? But you should definitely ask Mash here, or the Doctor in the big blue screen. He's friendly I promise! A little weird, but friendly! So..uh..before I do anything else, I'd like to get to know you guys as well." Finishing her 'speech', she claps her hands together in front of her and gives them a rub, waiting for the results. 

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OH SHIT, I HAD FORGOTTEN YOU HAD THIS BLOG WHILE I WANTED TO GO TO YOUR PERSONAL, BUT THIS WORKS JUST AS FINE. THERE NEEDS TO BE SOME MORE ACTIVITY HERE, DAMMIT!

ITS OKAY EOX. I TOO FORGET THAT I RP SOMETIMES.

I’ve been working on Renko’s own blog as a kickstart instead. I’ll get back  to this one at a later time.

BUT FEEL FREE TO THROW THINGS ANYWAYS.

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“I..might have made a bad choice here.”

This little bun outlaw is about to have a bad time. 

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Heh. 

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  “If you call this quiet. Rather, things have become so precarious that the littlest comment can send nearly the entirety of Gensokyo into a frenzy of chatter, where they even learn of some things is a mystery. Usually it’s of the ‘how dare you have different morals than me’ variety, but I usually keep to the manor.”

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That comment earns a hard stare from the shrine maiden, her brow raised up questionably.

“Is that so?”

Whether this form of ‘conflict’ being prominent in Gensokyo is a good thing or bad thing she has personally yet to decide, but she figures, as long as nobody is dying and the village is somewhat safe, it could be worse.

Closing her eyes she gives an audible sigh.

“As long as nobody is dead or the village in chaos, I could care less what they would fight about.”

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“Homosexuality, and apparently Patchouli is questioning the existence of Rhetorical Questions in Gensokyo. That’s about it. Apparently that Komeiji girl is doing something.”

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“Truly, an astounding topic of conversation. Has things quieted down that much that even small talk like this is commonplace?”

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What on earth is even being talked about.

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DAICHICHICHEETOO. Say that your current phone will start showing signs of malfunctionment, thus making the necessity for a new one pretty obvious, what will you do with the old one? Will you simply leave it in a drawer or somewhere else for safekeeping, or destroy it to avoid the risk of the Demon Summoning App (or its remnants) eventually running wild? Would you actually download the Demon Summoning App on your new phone, then?

“Ah man, it’ll be a bit hard to finally say good bye to this thing when it finally kicks it. We’ve been through that rough week together and its been pretty sturdy throughout everything. I mean it survived explosions, demon fights, fights against my friends. It’s been almost like a reliable partner. Hehe.”

“But, I guess the best thing would be to destroy it right? I mean, I already got an earful from Yamato when he scolded me with that alien nonsense. So, I guess I’ll have to trash it.

As for downloading the app, no way I’d do it again. Unless we’re facing another crazy world apocalypse scenario like last time, I’m DONE with demons. D-O-N-E!”

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nitoricoindustries said: “You got confused with that blowhard bird-brain? Wow. Sucks to be you, dude.”

“Well, when you put it that way, you make it sound like its a really bad thing...

Don’t tarnish the good name of Daichi for everyone else!”