a mortal fool indeed.

affiliated Oberon-Vortigern from Fate/Grand Order

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It's so pathetic he can't even bring himself to laugh.

What manner of phantom dares to believe itself worth of taking upon her face, he asks himself, smiling with an eerie serenity devoid of happiness and anger. The body is feminine, the features certainly regal and likened that of a queen, her wings a luminescent orange likened that to a monarch butterfly; surely, this must be the fabled Titania of myth, of stories where she is Oberon's partner in all things celebratory and violent—surely he would recognize such a face, no?

And yet, he sees no face beneath that flower crown. Mimicry can only go so far in deterring a bird from the hunt when it has yet to learn what a monarch butterfly even looks like. He snaps his fingers and a torrent of darkness cascades from the ceiling, evaporating as soon as it touches the ground, leaving not so much as a trace of something standing just a few feet in front of him just a few seconds ago. His smile imperceptivity widens, and as he turns on his heel to return to the entrance, he yelps in surprise when met with another individual, obnoxiously clearing his throat while scrambling to gather himself.

❝Well, I suppose anywhere would be an infinitely superior backdrop for a first meeting, wouldn't you say? And surely one as radiant as yourself has better things to do than linger about in such a dreary cave.❞

@enchcntment

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Certainly, he shouldn't be expecting a child to be of much help; though not completely unkind, he cannot profess having the greatest experience in handling them—or so Shakespeare has written.

❝Say, you there. You wouldn't have happened to come across a fox scampering about, have you? About yea big? White fur?❞ He gestures the rough dimensions of the rumored fox spotted to have been wandering about these parts, seemingly arriving with the mists pooling around their feet. Therein exists a certain suspicion in the back of his mind, pausing from ( half-heartedly ) aiding in the effort to clear the cave of its statues to consider the end result, the circumstances which resolve this curious shift. ❝Of course, if you haven't, then that's perfectly fine as well!❞

Oberon flashes a bright smile, getting up from the tree stump he decided to make his makeshift throne.

@cutwarmth

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❝Quite the annoying little bastards, aren't you?❞

He snaps his fingers and a spear manifests in his hand, with which he makes blindingly quick work of a shade resembling a middle-aged man dressed in Elizabethan era clothing. ❝Not that I mind the cathartic relief.❞ And as the figure fades to memory, so too does the spear, disintegrating to blackened mud and evaporating as if it never existed to begin with. The silence is thick, so he works quickly. He kneels in front of an owl statue, examining it curiously before placing his hand on its head ( curious craftsmanship, mourning it ), and in a matter of seconds obliterating it with a small blast of darkness coalesced underneath his palm.

Flying shards of rock disperse the fog where they land, enough that he sees a wandering figure slowly emerge from obscurity. Oberon squints, patting away dust his clothes as he rises to his feet.

❝Oh? Are you perhaps lost?❞ That being said, even one so experienced with reconnaissance as Oberon will find themselves struggling to navigate such dense fog. Ah well, he'll just wing it and hope for the best.

@felescano

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Butterflies dance around him as he assumes a thinking position, tapping his chin in half-hearted motions with his knuckles. The groan of the forest shudders still in his bones beckoning him to heed its request, but one dive into the fog was clear enough for him, an uneasy smile steadily growing when he recalls nearly being split in twain. He, the furthest thing from a bloodthirsty brute, refuses to be caught face-to-face with the faceless ire of a queen, much less one who specifically demands his head as recompense. Absolutely not! You can't even pay him to step foot in there again!

❝Well, seems I'm in a bit of a pinch!❞ He chuckles airily, musing that it'd be best to leave demolition to the more physically-oriented; however, something nags in the back of his head that he should attempt the bare minimum, full expectation of some manner of reward for a beginner's quest. The footsteps approaching do not go unnoticed by him, and he makes the vaguest gesture in acknowledgment, ❝ah, are you perhaps brave enough to venture into this cave? I'm afraid that I'm absolutely useless in a fight, but if it's support you're looking for I'm your guy! Oh, but only from afar; there's quite the angry woman in there who appeared because of me~❞

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Hello! Per prior reservation, here is Oberon-Vortigern (Pretender) from Fate/Grand Order! App can be found under /app and can also be accessed via mobile!

Welcome to Eversanctum, Oberon.

You awaken in the Grove with a key to cabin 06 clutched in your hand.

You have retained your Dark Energy Manipulation.

Upon checking out your room, you’ll find your moth, Blanca, asleep and very much housecat-sized on your pillow, and your cap and overcloak can be found in your closet.

You are safe here, Saved One.

- mod fawn.

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