KnifeLyfe

Servant Assassin. Nanaya Shiki. Affiliated with Fate Stain Lens

[knifelyfe]

Dropping.

After some consideration, I decided to drop. However, I am going to app. Follow if you’d like!

Merlin

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Arthur Pendragon

[knifelyfe]

weaponmaster: energy sword!

Holding the weapon, Nanaya would take a few swings. The energy sword worked just as he had seen in all the sci-fi series he had seen before. Without following the “lines” of death, nothing put up resistance to his swings. It was quite invigorating. But not too long after, he would put down the energy sword’s handle and spin his knife in his hand once more.

“I can appreciate the ingenuity of it and it could even be easier to take care of than a regular sword or knife. But. I would still use my knife over any other weapon. Easy doesn’t necessarily mean one feels comfort. I like feeling the resistance of bone and flesh. I like the slight weight this gives. An energy sword is definitely cool, but I appreciate the classics more than anything else.”

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Send “Weaponmaster” and a weapon

My muse will analyze that weapon and say what they like/dislike about it and if they’d use it or not.

[knifelyfe]

As soon as the child is tossed, Kagura moves ahead–

She catches the girl in her arms easily. The size difference is barely existent, but just from the stance, there’s a world between the two girls. The one standing strong, her eyes watching the man with no signs of distraction, and the one with no hope, vision blurred from tears.

“Press the button, yes? Quickly.”

Kagura mumbles something to the girl softly, her eyes never leaving the strange man.

“Click as far away as you can see. Then don’t stop running until you are home.”

The two girls are being watched, of course, and Kagura knows as soon as she makes a movement that nothing is guaranteed anymore. The younger girl starts to cry louder, shaking her head, but the words she make are illegible.

“Do not worry, uh-huh… Just make sure to buy me a parfait later.”

With that, she shoves the girl behind her, her triplicata in the child’s hands.

In a moment, Nanaya lunges forward, piercing the weak girl’s back. But before he can finish it, there’s a flash of light, and Kagura’s triplicata falls to the ground with a clatter.

A mechanical voice sounds out from the machine–

‘Transportation complete. 5 ssr has been deducted from your account. Thank you for your patronage.’

No sooner than that happens, Kagura rushes forward. She throws her umbrella, and it whistles past Nanaya’s shoulder–

But it’s only a distraction. She thrusts her right arm forward, grabbing at the boy’s knife wielding hand. She means to crush his wrist, if she can catch him.

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Her plan would perhaps work, if Nanaya’s agility had been lower. Even a B class speed servant would have trouble dodging her, but Nanaya was faster than that.

Who would have thought? It would seem the world had something interesting to offer after all. Centimeters shy of quick kill, Nanaya struck at nothing. A combination of his own folly and the enemy’s physical prowess. But the exchange was far from over. In his slight admiration, the umbrella he thought little of flew past his face and the woman reached out for his weapon. Slow. Much too slow.

Taking in the information through every second of contact, Nanaya could only assume she was a decently ranked servant. Saber? Lancer? Berserker? The choices began to dwindle and dwindle. The holy grail blessed each servant with so much knowledge that the mention of a name could bring an entire servant’s identity in line. But that didn’t really interest him in the slightest. A fight like this was meant to be enjoyed. Even more so, robbing the life of someone so vibrant made it even more enjoyable.

“Oh? Nice try, nice try. You’re fast, I’ll give you that much. Ah. Where are my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. Assassin.”

Giving away his class would be enough for his enemy to get some idea of his parameters. Lancers were known for their agility as were Assassins. What they lacked in strength they would make up for in speed. But Nanaya lacked the craftiness of a true Assassin, he didn’t have presence concealment. In any case, he would take a few steps back and flipped the knife in his hands a few more times.

“Now. Keep your eyes on the prize, girl. And try not to die too quickly!”

His feet would shift ever so slightly and his existence would vanish from her sight. Strength was definitely not his strong suit which would be made up for in speed. But even this was almost too much for one called a “Servant”. The follow up would be nothing but a thrust. Point black range and without regard for the retaliation. His knife would aim to bury itself between Kagura’s eyes.

[knifelyfe]

To Hakuno, she couldn’t help but get the strangest sense of deja vu. This scene that she was witnessing, as graphic as it should be, to her, it was almost as if it was a normal day witnessing a murder. She couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed of herself for being so calm when seeing a dead body being dragged around on the streets. “…” Pressing her lips together, Hakuno was now in a staredown with the supposed murderer in front of her. He looks familiar to her but at the same time, this was the first time the two have ever met.

Like Hakuno herself, he was wearing a school uniform, a blue trail blazer. None of them say anything and Hakuno herself didn’t want to get in trouble, after all, this boy, similar to her in age, is a Servant and a one that specialized in killing.

“You wouldn’t mind letting me pass road?”

There was something to be said about discreet these days. Too many rumors were going around about the would be Assassin. His uniform stood out quite easily after piling the streets high with bodies. And so, like an squirrel hoarding food for the winter, he had gathered bodies in an alleway that suited his liking. It had soon come to pass that no one would make their way inside. Was it the ominous feeling he gave off or the putrid stench of old blood?

Unfortunately, some people didn’t care for such things. And a young lady now stood before him. Someone familiar, yet unknown to him as well. Eyeing the individual from head to toe he only ascertained one fact about her, plain. She was undeniably plain. So plain that if he looked away there was a possibility he would forget she was even there in the first place. But nonetheless, this plain individual was a Master.

“Sorry to say that’s a no can do, Ma’am. Unless you have a servant willing to make me do such a thing that is. I am quite busy with my work here at the moment. You’ll have to go around. Or! You can join this one.”

Nanaya gestured to the body off to the side. Lifeless and cold, perhaps this plain woman wanted to join the pile of corpses.

[knifelyfe]

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

Nanaya is very much a cat person. Granted he only has enough room in his heart for one cat, but he would prefer her over any other animal.

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Have We Met?

[knifelyfe]

p>“Arrrrraghhhhhh!”

It appeared she had been assigned a “servant.” Which in of itself was an odd thing for her to say. Mostly because she had once been in that sort of role, and the apostles usually fulfilled something similar for her – but she actually created those.

Not this time, this time she was assigned something..or someone. And it was supposed to meet her here at some time because she had so clearly told it to. This timetable coming from an illiterate Intoner.

“Where. the. fuck. is this annoying cum king ass fingerlicking tit pipe?!”

Shouting. Screaming. Ranting. The constant yelling told Nanaya he would have to rise to his feet. But he wasn’t in any rush. Why would he be? Especially with how things are now, he stood above his Master in basic parameters alone. Familiar to a degree he didn’t wish to fathom, he would peer down from a nearby building and onto the streets. And that is where a familiar face would be.

Zero had little room for patience which rivaled her even smaller vocabulary. Being called a “cum king” followed by various other profanity didn’t make him bat an eyelash. This was fairly normal and coming from a woman who was easily “Cum Queen” made it even less effective. But, after some time indulging in her anger, he would disappear into a spiritual form only to appear behind her.

“You rang? Master, I believe it would be in our best interests if you stopped shouting so loudly. This isn’t one of our evening exchanges.”

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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?

[knifelyfe]

The power to toss people around like rag doll’s–

Kagura’s had that since she was a kid. To be honest, she hasn’t really explored the length that the GRAIL might have strengthened her… After all, she didn’t have anything to fight for.

‘Wishes’… ‘War’… The girl didn’t care for any of those. And from what she’d seen, her master shared her passive view of it.

To be honest, it pissed her off. The needless fighting and the death–

it reminded Kagura of the fate of the Yato. The fate of blood she constantly fights.

“Oi, mister. Even if you are too weak to face someone who fights back…”

She points her umbrella at the scene. Bullets shoot out, striking the hand holding the boy up. To be honest, it wouldn’t do much damage to a servant, but the force of it would still force the grip to loosen, giving the servant’s victim a chance to flee.

“That does not mean you can pick on a kid, yes?”

She’s just a girl. A child, only fourteen years old. Barely older than the person she’s protecting. But there’s something in her face, in the air–

The feeling of the strongest fighting race in the galaxy. The feeling of someone who has faced many battles. The feeling of a Yato.

The feeling of a servant.

Perhaps fate was on this child’s side. Looking over to his side, an umbrella would be pointed in his general direction. But in this world, in this time, one could not assume the abilities of another simply on appearance. Servant. This individual’s existence exuded the presence of a Servant. This was the kind of encounter that Nanaya was looking forward to. But even so, it was far out of her authority to give him orders. There was only one person who could do such a thing and they weren’t here.

“If you put it that way, of course, you seem like much more fun to play with. Run along.”

With those words leaving his lips, Nanaya tossed the child toward the red headed servant. Struggling to rise to their feet, they would begin to stumble their way over to her. A small, innocent, frail girl with not much left to live for would carry her sorry existence over to the female servant. But that endeavor would not last for long. The moment the child reached a few steps shy of her savior only to be pierced from behind.

Swift, instantaneous, and without hesitation, Nanaya’s blade lodged itself into the child’s back before sweeping itself rapidly across their existence. The flesh struggled to hold itself together as it slumped into pieces and Nanaya simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Almost, but no dice. Now come and stop me, you who also reeks of blood.”

[knifelyfe]

Makie grimaced. “Thanks for the concern but my non existent cold is nothing compared to the stench from your body mr. putrid servant.” The strong scent was nearly enough to wake her up from her lazy daze. Normally she would be hounding at the bastard for his stench and thus obvious lifestyle. But there were a couple factors prohibiting that.

1. He was a servant.  

2. Her code casts wouldn’t allow her to hold her own against him.

3. Currently, she didn’t give a damn.

While the first two were important, the final one was the nail in the coffin. She was too damn tired for this bullshit and fighting never did cure her case of boredom.

“Unless you wanna play a game then go home and take a shower, do some laundry, enjoy the tele while the laundry is going, then come back and I might feel like talking.”

What a rude face to make. It reminded him of another small mouthy woman in his life. Several of them to be precise. Her comment made his eyes widen ever so slightly. It was at that moment, he would take the time to sniff himself like an animal. It was rather filthy to be perfectly honest. Blood didn’t carry a pleasant scent at all as it aged.

But without so much as a second thought, he would strip himself of the clothes soaked in blood. The cloth giving an almost sickening, wet sounding flop as it hit the ground. Obviously, they were more soaked than one was meant to believe. Nanaya’s physique wasn’t anything to lose one’s mind over. He was fairly well built and obviously had muscle, but leaning toward the leaner side.

“How rude. I don’t quite feel like going home. But sure, I’m all for playing a game. What do you have in mind?”

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A stillness overcame the woman’s lithe frame as words–ones that she was in disbelief as being directed at her–were, in fact, directed at her. It was enough to catch her attention which was sure was the entire point of the obvious insult. From the way she held herself and the neutral, passive expression she bore to him it became clear she didn’t find it to be as insulting as he meant it.

“If I’m not mistaken–which I’m not–” She added pointedly, resting one of her spears on one shoulder, “prostitutes participate in the act of carnal desire not for the seeking of pleasure or bonding, but for coin. Money is not something I have worried about.” Though she knew on some level in this strange, new world that money was far more important than it had been in her time.

“Conversely, only those who have never had sex become overly concerned with those who freely allow themselves to feel pleasure.” Cherry Boy. You aren’t her type anyways; probably doesn’t know how to properly use that annoying mouth of his.

His rather insulting reply was met with a quick response. She was not offended at all. In fact, she simply spewed a fact filled response to rebuttal his sharp tongue. How boring. Her reply would be met with a simple shrug of his shoulders. There were bound to be plenty of stiff, upright, justice huffing servants in the mix. Perhaps she was one of them?

But of course, she would continue to open the gaping hole in her mouth. Oh. How hurtful. A virgin joke. It almost had him quivering in his sneakers. Almost. Whatever she made him out to be, Nanaya was indeed rather young. But for all intensive purposes surrounding the subject of copulation, he at least knew the bare minimum. What was that old saying? Find the little man in the boat?

The Assassin wasn’t here for chit-chat. Of course not. He was here for one thing and one thing only. Victory. While most may have oddly been summoned without a wish, Nanaya Shiki’s wish and reason for existence was very clear. More than anything in this world, he wanted to live. Killing this woman would be the first step toward that goal. Without taking a stance or showing a hint toward his next movement, he would vanish from the enemy servant’s view only to appear centimeters from her face.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Servant Assassin, Nanaya.”

Not aiming for a line or a point of death, his knife would lash out toward her face. A simple thrust meant to split her skull in two.

[knifelyfe]

☘

Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

Luck and fate are things that he believes in, but also thinks can be overcome. With things like demons, vampires, heroic spirits, and the like, it’s hard not to believe that fate can be overcome.

[knifelyfe]

⚡!

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

When it comes to storms, Nanaya isn’t fearful of them. But he would much rather prefer to stay inside. Calm weather is his preferred kind.

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Art by http://kumafromtaiwan.tumblr.com/

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✍

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

Despite his violent nature, Nanaya has two very steady hands. His handwriting is quite neat and it can be easily described as “elegant”.

[knifelyfe]

☆

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

The Moon would be Nanaya Shiki’s favorite of the 3 without a doubt. He’s much more active at night and is very familiar with the lighting the moon would provide during his….evening activities.

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