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isola affiliated AVENGER

[flammesnoir]

             It’s that time again—to have fun. “Have you... ever seen a malevolent spirit before?”

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divinedragontamer‌ ( rider )

Well, this was one Servant Rider had been glad not to come across in Spirale until now. There were enough nuisances at hand to deal with, demons and ghosts that had the nerve to treat themselves as everyday folk deserving of a place amongst those who were good and righteous. Who really needed another problem at hand to deal with?

Her, apparently. She placed the blame entirely on her currently atrocious luck.

“No, no, do go on. I am only here to make sure your stories stay stories.” Picking a fight amongst this crowd would surely hurt an innocent. “We don’t need any nasty little kidnappings.”

             Brows twitch upon hearing her remark, yet he refrains from showing much more anger—in fact the expression he wears now is completely void of any emotions. A few long moments pass, and through out it all his gaze remains ever locked onto her own. By now, some of the crowd surrounding him begin to disperse, a few nearly shuddering in fear as they walked away to their homes, whilst others attempt to laugh it off. He, too, thinks to leave, though not before addressing her. Taking a few short steps towards her, his lips finally part with a response. “Then you best be on your way if you wish to make it there by midnight... or are you perhaps insinuating that I have something to do with these disappearances? Hah...” 

             His prior scowl begins to now reemerge; spreading fear was an action he took pleasure in at times, however this was truly such a leap—it was nearly enough to insult him. “... Quite a conclusion you’ve come to.”

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sciaphillia‌ ( hazama )

          IN GENERAL, it wasn’t Hazama’s job to oversee these things. He was, in essence, a pencil pusher, a desk jockey, a sallaryman with a lawful slant. To be out on the field was a rarity, but as it was a request from a supe, he couldn’t really say no to being put out here.

Put out here just to watch the officers he was judging be trashed, then overhear them get ridiculed. He wasn’t paid enough.

     “You know, I really want to disagree with you, but… yeah. This is a pretty meh showing.” He jots something down in the notepad he’s carrying, shuts it, then shrugs. “Well, citizen, I hope your evening’s been going better than these guys’!”

             “Are you not one of them?” 

             His prior jeer was directed to the man in question as well; not for the attempt to stop the fight, but for not doing anything at all, despite appearing capable enough. Gaze now moving back to observe the scene before them, he carefully inspects how the authorities bumble about, trying to diffuse the situation at hand, yet as time passes, the aggressors get more vicious, and in the end they only manage to make it more hostile. The altercation grows, spreading out to anyone nearby, including himself. “Tch...” With a click of his tongue, he effortlessly subdues the thug who had made the irrational and unfortunate decision to charge him.

             “Bah... really now... can neither of you fools do your job properly?”

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medblethderg‌ ( rider )

The Queen hadn’t cared whether or not to find any other Servants that might linger in the space such as herself. Of course, Medb was only a patron of the Crimson Lane for her own selfish desires– what did it matter what another Servant thought of her?

Yet, upon perusing through a series of potential partners for the evening, it was a Servant that caught her eye. His disgust, so verily evident, could not help but make her smirk.

“My, my,” she cooed, clearly shifting all of her attention towards the Avenger.

“Care to join in? Or, are you content in judging others with your stare?”

             Her words, in short, manage to disenchant him more than he had expected. The statement, and that offer especially fails to earn a response from him, nor does it cause him to meet her gaze. Thereafter does he begin to walk away, with the intention to leave the premises, yet just as he plans on doing just that, he’s stopped by what seems like a small group of thugs that had been standing nearby. From their words, he quickly discerns that they’re aligned with the very servant behind him. Whether she arranged this to happen or not was of no concern to him at this point. While it’s not seen across his features just yet, the anger he feels commences to grow in increments, and it more or less reflects through the black flames now developing at his fingertips.

             “Move.” That’s all that’s said—and with a tone that lacks emotion.

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crystallising‌ ( exarch )

          THIS INFORMATION ALONE IS ENOUGH to cause the exarch to fall into brief thought, fingers pressed against his chin as he contemplates. ❝ I see. So not only does it serve to ferry people to this shard, but away from it as well if it is to be believed. ❞ which, while he can’t speak for others fully, he so rightfully does. ❝ ‘Tis not so far-fetched a thought. Yet I can only wonder if you’ve confirmed it yourself with any you have encountered disappearing… ❞ might as well ask questions while the other lends his attention, right?

             The latter half of his speech contains words that surprise him, if only a little, though his surprise doesn’t reflect across his expression. “... When you’ve been here as long as I have, you tend to take notice of these disappearances.” It’s an honest answer on his part, spoken clearly and without any added details.

             “Though there is no way to discern if some vanished from the same cause... no way to know who will be next...”

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crystallising‌ ( exarch )

          ❝ Not but one, yet two eclipses within a day past. Passing strange, if not only ominous… I presume it’s a phenomenon oft to happen here. ❞ at least since nobody else seems to be questioning the incident at large.

             “That’s right.” 

             These words the young man spews hint toward the fact that he was new to this place and so of course Avenger can only take advantage of such an opportunity—  “There is more to it however... it’s not widely known, most don’t even consider it truth... and yet people are said to disappear once an eclipse happens. Where to? Who can say...” It wasn’t technically a lie.

[flammesnoir]

hey! just wanted to let people i’m threading with know that i plan to keep all threads, both event and non event ones! starters that were written for me before and during the event will be gotten to as well! i’ll be trying to queue replies, see how that goes!!

ok i’ll finally be doing some replies tomorrow! there were starters i posted well before the event, and i owe replies to most of those so i’ll be starting there after i reply to an event starter! in any case, i think i’m good with the list i have but if you wanna send me a message regarding a thread just in case, feel free to!

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gammanull‌ ( fifteen )

          CRIMSON LANE, ONE OF THE more seedier places which he has come to hear through rumors alone. perhaps that was why he found himself here, back pressed against the wall as he observes the passing patrons looming through. one sticks out, a man with greyed hair and a verdant outfit—classy enough, any might think it was a mistake he was here, yet his air alone is what intrigues fifteen the most. similar to him, the more earnest atmosphere that clings and harbors what feels like a resentment for something. whatever it was, he could hardly say from feel alone, though it is enough for him to address the stranger before he gets too far off, wondering if he might be a better lead than most of the lower thugs that linger.

          ❝ Hey. Got a light? ❞ showing the almost butt of the cigarette between his fingers does he push off the wall, approaching with a hand in his pocket. ❝ Or we could gamble, if that’s what you’re here for. ❞ whichever worked, so long as he could siphon what information he could from the encounter.

                                                           「 @flammesnoir 」

             A scoff passes his lips simultaneous to the inquiry he perceives from the man adjacent to him now. Avenger’s expression that was previously blank—void of any emotions whatsoever, is now glossed over by irritation. While he hadn’t had anywhere that he needed to be, the fact that he was halted on the street for a reason such as this is enough to irk him, if only just slightly. Items such as lighters were truly pointless to him especially, he had no need for them. In silence, his yellow hues remain locked onto the man’s for what seems like a long while, until finally he stretches out his arm to him. The side of his index finger lightly presses against the end of his cigarette, and seconds later its enveloped by a small, black flame. That gaze of his remains on him until he pulls his hand away and under his cloak seconds later. As he begins to look off to the side, a elongated yet soft groan manages to slip from him.

             “... I’ll pass. Unless, that is... you have something worth winning. Well?” Then, as if realizing something, his eyes narrow and soon a grin of sorts upturns the corners of his lips. “I’m sure I have what you seek... information that you wish to pry from me, is it? It’s yours—for a price.” Might as well make things more enjoyable.

[flammesnoir]

hey! just wanted to let people i’m threading with know that i plan to keep all threads, both event and non event ones! starters that were written for me before and during the event will be gotten to as well! i’ll be trying to queue replies, see how that goes!!

[flammesnoir]

             “This place as you know it now may very well crumble beneath all of your feet within the coming days, and yet here you all are... doing the bare minimum of what was asked of you.”

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galatine ( saber )

It was back again. That strange ring of flame that turned their world upside down. Once again it threatened the very short lives that everyone had managed to fall into here. And yet, as it threatens to once again tear away everything that they know, Gawain does his best not to show any sign of being disturbed. That changes, however, when he senses the presence of someone familiar. Of course, he thinks to himself, that he would show himself now when things start to look grim.

“So, I see you’ve finally come. It is an ill omen indeed if this strange eclipse is cause for you to pay a visit to me.”

@flammesnoir 

             Despite the change in atmosphere, his demeanor remains the same. Without a capable master to protect now, he wanders aimlessly, with no fixed goal in mind. It’s only when he senses a familiar presence of a Heroic Spirit that he changes his course just slightly, with the intention of approaching the Servant in question. Now having landed a top a rather tall building, he looks down upon the famed Sun Knight for a moment longer before hopping down to effortlessly land on the pavement below. By then, Saber makes it clear that his own presence was known by offering words of acknowledgement. A smirk immediately upturns the corners of Avenger’s lips consequent to hearing it. “I thought I had sensed a surprisingly weak Heroic Spirit.” It’s a retort meant as a jab towards his weakness. Of course in reality, he was well aware that Saber wasn’t affected by the lack of the Sun’s light this time, yet that still didn’t stop him. “I would mind my words were I you, Saber.”

             Having seen the physical changes Saber had gone through when weakened before, he begins by naming one all while his smile gradually vanishes. “You’re looking a tad bit paler.” 

[flammesnoir]

alright so i’ve got a couple of replies to get to ( non event included ) but i want to say that for the second part of the event, dantes has more or less stopped offering convoluted information to dum officials and is now just observing how the kingdoms respond to the looming threat. he does provide assistance to innocent individuals here and there, if he’s passing through, but claims he’s not doing it for their sake, should they thank him or whatever. he’s Also keeping a close eye on corrupt folks, to see if they try to take advantage of the chaos.

i plan on writing a drabble, but i also plan to write a mini for anyone who wishes to interact with him!

[flammesnoir]

             Few ever ventured to the deepest and darkest reaches of Yela Alora—its swampy terrain. The types of individuals who often trekked here were either lost, far from home, or people who were fearless. He, of course, had fallen into the latter of categories; in fact, Avenger found himself here often, his place of operation hadn’t been too far from here either. While he himself hadn’t enjoyed the scenery too much, he decided this place was more bearable than the more populated areas. There was that, and then there was also the off chance of him being entertained by happenings within the swamp.

             It didn’t happen much, but every so often he would happen to catch a glimpse of someone who obviously didn’t belong. Their distress was something he felt too, alike to now. While they hadn’t seen him, he could see them clearly. “Are you lost...?” As he says as much, he steps out into the light to properly address the individual in question with a smirk upturning the corners of his lips. 

[flammesnoir]

FANTASIA WAR INFORMATION !

name: the count, that’s it!! he’s an enigma race: he’s himself, which i mean originally he’s a demon of vengeance so it’s fitting how demons are a thing huh? and that still means he’s still a servant! alliance: if we’re going by whichever they’re closely linked to? even in his original form? kingdom of yela alora! but please know that he himself doesn’t consider himself linked to them at all! appearance: he remains to look the same, he’s still cool looking and all

abilities: he retains all of his unlocked powers. i actually decided to keep him as a servant because of this, i’d have to downgrade his powers otherwise!! so he can very much attack others with his black flames, and can harness the negative emotions of others for his own gain event abilities: none whatsoever, i mean, it’s possible he might be able to use some, like fire related spells, but he doesn’t care to try

once he gains consciousness, he’s more than annoyed of course, but having met rich and pompous palace officials, he quickly seizes the opportunity to have some fun by causing mayhem. most officials don’t trust him, but they still come to him for any information on other important individuals, stuff that they can use to potentially further their careers, the like. he does give them information, but it’s information that doesn’t help them in the long run—so basically it’s information that can come back to bite them when they least expect it. yes, he accomplished all this within a short amount of time.

[flammesnoir]

             “Bah! Time and again, this place proves that the concept of time here isn’t real, yet fools still go about their days as if it is.”

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[flammesnoir]

             So far he’s met a few ‘interesting’ characters deep within the area dubbed the Crimson Lane; one or two even falling into the category of Heroic Spirits, alike to himself. Of course, he’s not at all fazed by her sudden appearance ( not that he usually had been ), for he knew what she had no doubt come for. Behind her followed a couple of men, and upon seeing such a sight he could only scoff. Along with it, there’s a hint of revulsion lining his features.

             With having observed the scene a little over a second, he swiftly shifts around to avoid unnecessary confrontation.

medblethderg ( rider )