i am a cruel and capricious god and i will never let avicebron forget what he did

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i am a cruel and capricious god and i will never let avicebron forget what he did
WHAT KIND OF HERB ARE YOU?
CUMIN.
You see yourself so clearly that you can see the gaping hole inside you where you lost a piece long ago. It's there and it's ragged and painful and bleeding and you don't know how no one else can see it when it takes up so much of your awareness. You run from it, fight it, try to find it but nothing bandages up that hungry mawing void inside yourself and when you're tired, uninspired, you swear it grows and grows. You promise yourself you want to be alone, promise yourself that you want to be different, want to be special, love having this hole inside you and point it out in words or song or jokes and stories and take pride in that pain, in your uniqueness in this world of grays and storm clouds. You are 5 am rain on asphalt roads and sputtering street lamps. You are petrichor musings and messy guitar chords and a thousand contradictions wrapped inside a quiet cry, an evening of coffee and jittering hands and a promise that you're okay or that you're fine until you're falling apart in someone's arms or messages and pretend you're alright in the morning. You taste so strongly but sometimes you wonder if all you are is ash.
i really love what they did with avicebron in this chapter. when kadoc separates him from us and basically asks him to betray us in exchange for helping him make his Adam golem, theres real tension there. Avicebron has been cordial and polite and helpful to us, but anyone who knows Fate Apocrypha knows that he was all of those things to Roche and then he turned around and murdered him for his goal anyway. So you kind of have to ask, IS he going to betray guda and mashu? is he going to go down the same path?
And then no, it turns out he remembers his actions from apocrypha. he’s horrified to know that when it came down to it all his ideals and morals were nothing. he threw them away in an instant. murdered a child who admired and believed in him, all for the sake of his supposedly noble goal. We get an avicebron who grows and learns from his low point in apocrypha, who strives to be better. who atones by fighting for humanity and ultimately killing himself in the same way he once killed roche. but this time instead of it being a moment of cruelty and despair its a moment of hope and redemption. in apocrypha adam was just a big monster that had to be stopped but here it becomes a weapon of hope to give the saviors of humanity a fighting chance.
ALONE and LONELY are not the same thing.
— but sometimes, I get CONFUSED about which I am.
characters who die and are resurrected
but will always remember exactly what death feels like
FORTUNATELY, it appears his ability to craft golems remains intact, even here. He muses upon this fact whilst observing his latest creation; a small bird-like construct, fluttering above his head.
He reaches out towards it somewhat gingerly, to which it obliges, briefly perching on his finger... before departing. Lowering his hand, Caster permits it to wander the gardens freely, where it seems its presence bears little consequence. A quiet place, where he is largely left to his own devices... and thoughts.
@hollowfaith
❝ ... So you have retained your sword. ❞ He observes with a slight inflection of intrigue, ❝ With your permission, I should like to examine it. ❞
Of course, he would understand if she declines. Normally, he does not care enough to ask, but in this case, Avicebron cannot stifle his curiosity, ❝ Its true power is still dampened by this place, I presume? ❞
@robustdragonheart
❝ ... Really, Archer, must you? ❞ Something is burning, a fact which he is forced to acknowledge, and it takes little thought to determine who might be responsible.
@foolofoda
❝ ---Master. ❞ Ah, given the present circumstances--- and all that has preceded them-- perhaps it is ill-spoken of him to refer to her as such. No matter, he will proceed until corrected, ❝ You look ill. ❞
No--- she looks haunted.
❝ Have you been getting enough sleep? ❞ In truth, he understands it cannot be that simple a mend, but it is not his place to broach the subject more directly.
Until such a time as she's ready to answer however, Caster assumes a seated position beside her; here, at the edge of the world, surrounded by its flora and fauna. A peaceful Hell, indeed.
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STARTER CALL. capping at two! castmates are exempt however. these may or may not be spirale fes related.
A V I C E B R O N fate.
ALSO KNOWN AS SOLOMON IBN GABIROL– a poet and philosopher; caster of the black faction in the great holy grail war, and a servant of chaldea in the first lostbelt. avicebron is renowned for his genius, particularly in golemancy.
❛ ☩ 5′2″ and closer to hell. ❛ ☩ zero social skills; he’s bad with people, especially children, and not much of a conversationalist. he is trying to improve however. ❛ ☩ he sacrificed his master, roche yggdmillennia, in order to attain the completion of his noble phantasm, golem keter malkuth. though he can no longer recall the event in detail, he considers it his greatest mistake. ❛ ☩ upon his murder, he was dismembered and buried under a fig tree, which then bore wonderful fruits. it’s likely this translated into his summoning, and his arms and legs are thus artificial. ❛ ☩ he can make golems out of literally anything. ❛ ☩ fathered the branch of magecraft known as “kabbalah”. ❛ ☩ is there anything better than forging close relationships and trust? yes, a really good book. ❛ ☩ the thinking emoji personified.
hello it's been like 36958546 years but i'd like to reapply for avicebron/caster of black from the fate series please! app can be found through the sidebar under "ABOUT" or under /A!
Welcome back to bright and sunny Isola Radiale, Avicebron!
You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 211!
You will retain everything you were given during your previous stay.
Enjoy your stay!
– ⋆ mimosa.
HE IS CURRENTLY HURTLING THROUGH THE STREETS at approximately 30 kilometers per hour upon his newly acquired wheeled hoverboard, tapping at his chin with a finger contemplatively, ❝ ... Hm. ❞
❝ ---Hou. ❞ he cannot recall ever encountering such a device--- but at least it allows for a faster means of transportation.