"I am glad to have met you."

Personal Frame Affiliated with Fate Stain Lens

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endofemiya:

There is much work to be done and some splaining to do.

I am ready! You will not be abandoned!

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endofemiya replied to your post: I’m really very sorry for my absence! I had some...

Welcome back!

My great, kind and marvelous servant!

Thank you so much!

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I’m really very sorry for my absence! I had some trouble with my laptop but it should be fine now. I’ll try to get to replies over the course of the week ;;

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How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first? 

She plans her actions out first, mapping out the area from the available data and determining the best route of action. Her priority concern will always be aligned with her user’s and rushing headfirst into unknown territory is disagreeable with that.

Unfortunately, this means she probably wouldn’t do well in situations where her only option is to think fast on her feet. I think it would drive her into a panic.

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☺

“Being just a machine... I was worried that I may not meet up to your standards. That I would, at best, be a temporary master until you were rewarded with someone more suitable.”

“But ... I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. I doubt I could give you to another master after experiencing how kind, patient and thoughtful you are. I’m looking forward to working with you and getting to know you better, Archer.”

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“You’re the type of person I’d like Seto to look up to. A brave, selfless hero that could provide him the hope he needs to survive in a world like this.”

“Though I would worry he may adopt your ... um, v-very slight...  indelicate manner of speaking.”

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☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

I think it would be a tie between the sun and the moon! One of her fondest memories is watching the dusk sky with Seto, the full moon high in the sky. I’d like to think she stays up at night sometimes, remembering that and her time with him.

However, she also spent the last chunk of her life stuck in an underground mall, deprived of light and company for what’s presumed to be years. I think living in TERMINAL now, she likes to soak up as much sun as she can and appreciates how much more alive the world is when it’s around.

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Send me☺and my muse will give your muse a compliment!

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Random headcanon meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? 

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

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endofemiya:

“Well aside from the obvious ‘stay alive’ comment I could make, there are some things that we could look into. Discover if you have any potential with magic perhaps. Sadly, that’s not really my forte myself. I’m no Caster, sadly. I am however, fairly decent at fighting, if you’re open to combat training.”

He almost seemed excited, as though the prospect of having a master that wasn’t as defiant as the ones he knew gave him something to look forward to. Maybe it was just the idea of having someone to work with for once who wasn’t aiming to slow him down every step of the way. But as quickly as the excitable bit may have come, so came back the calm, as he cleared his throat, offering her a quiet, almost somber smile.

“But I jumped a little far ahead. My name is Archer. For all intents and purposes, that is my name for I do not have a real one any longer, Master. I assure you, such is not tied to your capabilities or lack thereof. That is strictly tied to myself and my own failings.”

“My world did not have any leanings towards magic ... erm... that I am aware of. Thought entities were often present... and before the collapse of humanity, there was a surge in the ability to empathize through telepathy... but these are the results of technological advancements. Not magic.” Although most of the information regarding the glass project had been classified. No scrounging through her databases could anymore than what the public could already know.. Who’s to say there wasn’t a touch of the divine in the procedures before it had been released to the public?

“... Still, I m surprised by many things in this world. My body is still an enigma to myself. So I will definitely try to see if I can produce any magical abilities. There may even be some masters willing to offer assistance.”

“And I would love to learn combat training under you. I do have some experience with it. One of my previous users was a soldier. Hopefully, I was able to pick up some pointers!” Of course, it would be all be based on sight and stories shared through the campfires. But she WAS designed to help the military.... whatever knowledge she held, she trusted that her servant would refine.

“Archer... I do not have a true name either. A Personal Frame is nothing more than a make and model, after all. I haven’t always been... successful... in what I have been designed to do either. But that is okay. If anything, that only makes us even more suitable for each other, as master and servant. I’m happy that you are the one that I will depend on in this world.”

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endofemiya:

“Personal Frame? Understood.”

Emotional well-being? Boy was this one in over their head. He didn’t quite know what to make of them. They were undoubtedly committed to their task, but what would that mean in the long run? What could be expected of them when push came to shove? Eventually, they would both learn to answers to it. However, there was no harm in lifting them a bit. The situation did not call for harsh words yet. Perhaps that would be later.

He extended his limbs out to his sides, body tightening as he stretched from side to side. Good, it seemed he had a full range of motion. A quiet muttering under his breath (”Trace on.”) and in his outstretched hands, with a jolt of light, appeared in his twin weapons. At this, he was visibly pleased, as his arms returned to rest at his sides, the weapons fading back into nothing as quickly as they came.

“You can relax, Master. There is no question of the fact that you are capable of commanding me. My abilities are at their highest. You’ve done well.”

The android jolted in surprise, still not at all used to this city’s penchant for allowing people and weapons to appear out of thin air. After overcoming her initial shock, she meekly attempted to reach out for them ... but they dissipated back into aether before they could and she dropped her hands to her sides, unsure of what to say or do in response. She was happy for what this city had done for her but maybe she was in far over her head--

She gasped.

 “R-Really? Oh, I am so glad... so relieved! I had thought that-- or maybe-- ha ha, how wonderful!” Her worries were gone in an instant, his compliment giving them some rest for now. “W.. What should I do to ensure your body remains at it’s peak performance? As a servant, you must know best... no request is out of the question.”

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eclipsedmemento:

[◑] Sigma nodded, still a bit dazed. He’d become familiar with injury during the nonary game, to a point where getting injured didn’t really phase him as much as it should’ve, but it was still enough to put him out of it for a moment.

“I think I can walk, I should be fi-” He’d taken a couple steps, and near-immediately fallen over. He might be stubborn as an ox, but even he knew that sometimes, you had to admit you’d messed up…

“It’s fine, I’m a pretty big guy.” He laughed a bit while pushing himself up off the ground, wincing all the while. “It was a servant- no idea if they’d been told to do it, or not. Guess I’ve just got bad luck…”

“W-Wait--” She recoiled when he had nearly fell, swooping in quickly and  checking him over once more. As he got up, she pressed herself against his side and placed his arm over her shoulder. Her hand moved to support his back and she readjusted herself to make the position more comfortable.

“ I hadn’t realized the fighting had already started...” She made a mental note to start seriously prepping for the war once she returned home.But that was to be saved for later; her sole focus as of right now would be assisting this man. There should be a store a few minutes away but...

“Would you prefer if I picked up some supplies? Or should I take you home?” She began to walk forward, slowly, being mindful of their pace.

“... I’m a Personal Frame. A digital assistant equipped to respond to my user’s emotional state, whatever it may be. Please feel free to request anything you need from me. Alright?”

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❂ (can't remember if i already sent this oops)

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

“Are you alright?” Personal Frame stared at the man with a small frown, her hands aching to cup his face and better examine whatever wounds he may have... but she doubt he’d appreciate the invasion of privacy, even if she only wanted to help. She squirmed in place instead, clasping her fingers together.

“Could I offer you a handkerchief? Or some water to wash off the blood? This city is far too dangerous for an older gentleman like yourself...”

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◎ - My muse finds yours injured 

“You’ll be alright, please try to relax. I will not allow any more harm to come to you.” Her calm voice would helpfully shake off any unease he felt as she checked over him, inspecting the bruises and cuts with great care. Nothing too serious, thankfully. If they could find a medkit, she could patch him up in a jiffy. 

“Do you need any assistance in walking. You can lean on me for support, if you’d like. I’m small... but I’m sure I can handle your weight. Oh! Not that I find you large or... ahem! H-How did you receive these injuries?”

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kavachas replied to your post: ≡

“Er….I simply wished to provide some dinner for the night…”

“O-Oh, in that case...” She was far from the mark. The embarrassment had made her shrink somewhat and it made her even more determined not to look at him. “Yes I... I like... to eat...”

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≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

“Please forgive me if I seem ungrateful... but why would you make such an offer? I don’t believe we have ever met.” And she certainly would have recalled someone with such a unique appearance. Unable to tell if he was half nude or if he was donning a skin-tight suit, Personal Frame averted her gaze with a blush as she tried to think. 

He was asking... because it was night-time? Perhaps? Or was it a trap? But she was already vulnerable, he could simply strike her down here and now! Did it have something to do with her attire? She was told it resembled a night gown of sorts...

Assembling the facts together: 1.) A man was asking a woman over to his house. 2.) It was night. 3.) They were both clad in semi-nude(?) clothing. So it would be...!!

“Are you.... inviting me to a slumber party? If that is the case, I will happily join you!”

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回

回 = patching a wound .

“... I’m really very sorry.” How many times had she apologized now? It hardly felt like enough. The injury wasn’t severe; nothing that would prove more than a minor inconvenience in the future. But it was a slip-up that could have been avoided, an error in her judgement. A weak master who had to depend on a servant that wasn’t her own. 

“A-Ah, um....” She winced at the tightening of the bandages before continuing to speak. “Is it alright for you to be helping me? I don’t wish to be a burden on you. It’s fine to leave me like this.”