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Sorry I haven’t been on here in a few days! I got all of my replies done, and instead of swarming the dash, I queued them for all of you! Thank you for your patience, sweeties~!

#[UNpowered]#[tbd/.]#[hearthands at you all ily all]

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“Enkidu has the right idea. Stab the people you love. Pierce them all the way through. If you don’t someone else might, so you’re losing your chance to be the one to murder them.”

kuroserker

“Mmmm.....mmm...”

She nods. This sounds like the voice of a man who knows what he’s saying. So, maybe she’d been doing it wrong this whole time. She’s grateful for this, really.

She’s going to take this to heart.

#kazikli-voyvoda #[non ca]#[v. crack]#[DONT SAY THESE THINGS IN FRONT OF HER SHE'LL BELIEVE YOU]

halationphase

@kuroserker liked for a starter

Leaving the machines running non-stop was nothing out of the ordinary for Tesla. Just like in life, he barely slept aside from infrequent naps. Time was too precious to be spent sleeping, napping was more efficient and it was easier to wake up from. There was a noise that yanked him out of his dreams, eyes opening wide in an instant to the realization and horror:

It was pitch-black.

No crackling lightning, no sparks, nothing. His room was silent now and all the machinery was dead. He couldn’t see a thing. That changed immediately when he stood up and used his glove to cast some lightning between his fingers, illuminating his immediate surroundings. He could now see that there was the silhouette of a person at the power-lever. “Who are you? What are you doing here!”

kuroserker

Honestly, she couldn’t help herself when she’d noticed such an inefficient usage of energy. It didn’t occur to her that it had been perhaps, an experiment, or well...something that needed to stay on. She was never one for knowing her place when entering strange buildings either, and this one was carelessly left unlocked.

...Or rather, it was now. Not knowing her own strength in a little bit if irritation, she’d broken the handle off the said door. She’d be sorry if she wasn’t pleased with herself for turning off the power that was being wasted to casually. Heck, she was practically absorbing some of it herself, if she stayed here too long with all this electricity building up with the machines having been on, she may have overloaded.

Oh, a voice.

“Nnnn?”

She’d turn at the voice, startled out of her contentment, only to be looking on in fascination as the stranger, the one who was wasting this energy, was demanding answers. Seriously though, was there an off switch for that electricity of his, or was that magic?

“Mmmmm...Nn, nn, nnnnn....!”

She’d wave a delicate index finger at the stranger, as if scolding them. In a way she was--wasting resources was definitely bad.

#kerxunos #[non ca]#[turns all your on lights off welcome to energy efficiency]#[this was perfect--! thank you!]

if Frankie shorts out the best thing to do is pamper her until she's better.

Nods sagely. She doesn’t know what pampering means, but if it means calming her down, she’s definitely thinking that’d help.

#[gentle head pats and reassurances over a period of time should help her mentally reboot in a way]#[though you could also say having her go on a rampage and attacking your enemies would help sort her out too]#[answered]#[the monster that would gladly die for queue]#Anonymous

huariqueje

Lilies - Jaume Morera i Galicia

Catalan 1854-1927

#[intrigue]#[the monster that would gladly die for queue]

In a bookstore, she’d pick up a novel.

What was this? It had her name on it...or rather, her creator’s name on it. How much of it was true? How much of a monster was she portrayed as?

...

...She was going to find out.

#[tfw you're writing a drabble that's going to emotionally harm your own muse because ahaha war flashbacks are fun yes thanks to an ask]#[im going to post it tomorrow because right now im chillin]

wnq-anonymous

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone (via wnq-anonymous)

#[musings]

lancerofclay

@kuroserker

Dips and kisses the Frankenfriend.

kuroserker

Startled berserker noises but hugs back the Enkifriend.

If you don’t mind her short circuiting, that is.

#formidablemudball #[H ELLO FRIEND]#[prana overload rip fran]

Huffs.

#Honestly Robin Hood is the true Princess here amirite #[here's a plot twist--what if fran carries people instead]

Do you think someone could get away with princess carrying Frankie for very long?

It would depend on who was doing the carrying, and the reason for it, to be honest. To do that would be her letting down her guard, and well, to have her completely drop that would take a lot of work. She also, believe it or not, has a bit of pride in how she carries herself through situations, so to have her not think about that?

If you can manage to get past all of that, maybe she’ll let someone do that. Maybe.

#[Its not as if she's heavy she's only 48kg]#[but if want her to short circuit from embarrassment well this is one of the ways to do it]#[though if you startle her enough she might punch you and you don't want a punch from a berserker okay]#[UNpowered]#[answered]#Anonymous

So Berserker is 172 cm, which is a lot shorter than I thought she'd be.

Yup! She’s far from being one of the tallest berserkers! She’s not one of the strongest either, but her weapon’s ability to absorb prana from her surroundings makes it so that she can keep fighting practically perpetually, which is a plus, because berserkers need a lot of prana to function, and not many masters can provide that much.

#[will smith poses she is....energy efficient!!!]#[answered]#[UNpowered]#Anonymous

luxurioussins-deactivated201808

‘how do i interact with you’

write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the face i don’t care just write with me

#[punch me in the face just do it]#[UNpowered]

vasavis-blog

Her dismissal of any hostilities made things easier. This was no place to be fighting after all. More than likely she was just as confused as he was since they both appeared to be in the same sorry state having only just arrived. All the same there were things that needed to be cleared up.

“It appears that the flow of time here is strange at the moment. Perhaps due to someone’s tampering or simply one of this strange place’s quirks.”

“Rest assured, Berserker, you’ve gone no more mad than when you were summoned by the grail.”

Though the Servant’s expressions weren’t the most vivid or clear, he could still tell that she appeared worried about the state of things. Had she been any more of a typical servant of her class they wouldn’t be able to hold so much as a conversation, but as it stands there was still something to be gained here.

“Your class’s signature affliction may make conversing regularly difficult, so I’ll keep my questions simple. First, have you been in this city long? Secondly, has your master been brought here as well?”

kuroserker

So they really weren’t enemies? It really was hard to stop herself from thinking violently when she was repeatedly told that the Red Faction was her foe. Still, she relaxed, and would take a step closer, to better catch the words that the other was speaking. She still did not call her weapon, if it could even be called that.

This time business sounded like something she didn’t want to have any part of. She’d nod in agreement, then freeze at his reassurance. So...he’d seen this as well. She wasn’t getting worse, and for that she’d place a hand to her chest and exhale a relieved sigh.

“Nnnn.....”

Phew, now that was settled, she could focus on the lancer. She’d listen attentively, glad that he’d keep the questions simple and straightforward. For the first part...she’d shake her head. No, she’d only just arrived here. With her two hands, she’d hold them close together without them touching, a symbol of the short amount of time spent here.

As for the second, she couldn’t sense her master. Looking a little worried, she’d hesitate before shaking her head once more.

“Nnnn....uuu....A-ah......uuu?”

No, but what about lancer? Was his master here? She’d gesture at him, as if asking the same as he had.

#vasavis #[every time i type your url i think of those markers you use on those overhead sheets on those projectors at school and im laughing because]#[goodness i dont know what made me think of that gomen gomen]

SURPRISE HUG FOR THE MOEZERKER

Hugs the strange one back. People sure are strange, going from calling her a monster to this. While she wanted them to make up their minds, she wasn’t going to deny that this was nice.

#[WHERE DID THIS COME FROM IM DYING]#[non ca]#[anonymous]#Anonymous

veninabreiy

She’s a really strange Berserker.

Her excitement brought out an enthusiastic laugh from him. The sight of an eager Berserker over not killing but creating something with him was making him want to match the Berserker’s readiness. And not to flub up when teaching her how to make something as delicate as a flower crown. Should be easy enough. Now where to find some flowers to use…

“I know a really nice place where we can pick some flowers. It’s an open space and quiet. You okay with that?” He asks with a smile.

“It’s a bit far but we should make it with a few hours to spare before dark if it’s okay with you. The way’s also muddy with some shrubs here and there so your dress might get caught in some of the low lyin’ branches.” He points towards her white dress and shoes Those look like they hurt. After a moment of hearing her out and trying to understand her response, he starts moving towards their destination.

His pace was fast as he was trying to get them there so they’d have time to spare. He’s practically memorized the way to the flower fields– after all, it’s his neighbor. It probably wasn’t smart to bring a potential enemy close to his base of operations. But right now she was more of a lost pet than an enemy to him.

Cue his palm meeting his face again. “Hrrmm–” from under the folds in his hood comes the sound of soft tweets, then a fluffy face of a blue bird pops out. He pops the top of the bird’s head back under his hood. “Not now, John.”

kuroserker

He laughed! Archer laughed! Her joy to have caused such a reaction in another made her...happy. Reaching up to tuck her hear behind her....oh. She couldn’t do that, even though she’d imitated the gesture. Uncertainty crossed her face at her own train of thought, feeling disheartened in a way. However, looking back at the Archer, she’d give a faint smile, nodding quietly as he spoke.

“.....Mmm.”

It sounded wonderful, a place of peace where she could forget that she was a servant, called for battle for a chance to have a wish granted. She wasn’t worried about mud or shrubs. Not when she was used to so much worse. She’s nod along once more, her expression as confident as she could make it, though there was a disconnect somewhere. It was part of what had branded her a failure, but she was trying.

“Mmmm....fffnnn....”

It was fine, or so she tried to say.

She’d follow, not as swiftly since she was not as agile, but she held up well. Even should she become snagged on a branch, she’d go out of her way to make sure that the branch was unharmed, which equated to her not reacting as the branches would graze her skin, tear fabric. Through all of this, she didn’t mind.

And then she’d heard a curious tone. A chirp? What a lovely sound, and what did the archer say? John? No...if that bird was affiliated with archer, it was a clue on who he was, so she wouldn’t attempt to ask. Still, the interaction was endearing.

“....Hehe.”

#veninabreiy #[oH THAT'S HIM? gosh I adore???]#[also congrats on getting a laugh from the berserker robin you did good]#[berserker voice: im a pacifist she says in a war fighting other servants violently]#[non ca]

caliburnus

@kuroserker

The wind is brisk this evening. Quite chilly, yet fair, but nothing to compare to the draft whipping through her gut at this very moment.

What was this? Had there been error in judgement? Deployment orders had her on an assassination mission to eliminate a rival’s Servant, but all that awaited was a femme amid a meadow of flowers. They neither withered nor darkened beneath the frame of her shadow, but only brightened to mirror her radiant, bridal gown. The tide may very well turn to fit battle if she were to assault her without warning, but Saber… opts for a different approach.

Showcase her palette of chivalry. Gather a bouquet from the surrounding flowers, bundle them delicately within their own stalks, and surrender her motives on one knee and a bowed head to offer her gift. Should it be all for naught, she shan’t a problem with exchanging her hand for a sword through her torso.

“My fair maiden, might I ask for your name and purpose for lingering here on such a night?”

kuroserker

Her master was nearby, so she’d been on guard.

...She wanted his wish to come true, so she couldn’t let any harm come to him, that’s all there was to it. Herself, well...she was resigned to the fact that she was outmatched easily by others, but she wasn’t about to give up.

She was thinking as the night progressed, looking up to the sky, wondering if maybe her creator would approve of her now. In this silence, she’d found peace. Nobody attacking her, nobody trying to get her to talk, just herself and her own thoughts.

And yet, someone approached. She could sense they were another servant, which put her on edge, but the actions of the said servant had...caught her completely off guard. Instead of attacking, she’d been presented with a bouquet of flowers. Her eyes, should a glimpse of them be caught, had widened with an innocent disbelief and surprise.

Hesitantly accepting the flowers, she’d clutch them to her chest as if they were something precious to her. And, truly, it was. The gesture had touched her deeply, a gift given was one more than she’d ever received before when she was once ‘alive’. A shy smile would grace her lips, flattered to be called a maiden, of all things, hesitating at the rest of the question.

After all, the moment she’d open her mouth, she’d be recognized as a berserker. Still, she’d at least attempt to thank this individual’s kindness. Her tone when she spoke would be soft--she wasn’t looking for a fight, unless her master was the target.

“Uuu.....uu...”

#avalonsgrace #[gently sparkles at hello! this starter was so beautiful thank you mmmmm]#[I'm honored that you'd consider following me bless your heart--thank you for taking the time of day to write this!]#[your arturia is so well written by the way!]#[non ca]

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