DE TRIOMPHE

NAPOLEON (ARCHER) OF FATE GRAND ORDER / AFFILIATED.

[krpkokawari]

Napoléon

[knightluvr]

napoleon: here we go lesbians HERE WE GO

[lartilleur]

lostgentlesoul‌:

“That’s a hard one to be quite honest.” he scratched his cheek slightly. “Though… the legend of Orpheus has recently… struck a chord with me, so to speak… History wise, there’s just so many…” Though he felt a sore spot now with the story of Anastasia.

“The myth of the gifted musician who traveled to the underworld to save his wife and failed due to a mistake. That struck a chord with you?“ Tragedy has to be expected in the genre, but that one is a bit too much of a downer for his own tastes. Somber even. “Hah, history’s not that easy to narrow down! I’d have trouble too and I am historical Servant. “

[lartilleur]

floribusanctus‌:

Hawthorne had been carrying a stack of books, a newly found library was just what she needed to get herself adjusted to this world. 

Strength Check: Natural 11 + 1 = 12

She carried them just fine for a while, but a stack of five in the arms of someone so small for several blocks, it was a bit wearing. But someone a very large gentleman (nevermind that most gentlemen were large to her) offered to help.

“Oh that’s so very kind of you, only if you don’t mind.”

“Haha, 'course. Don’t mention it.“ With a smirk, he affirmed that much. The books were nothing and he could carry them just fine, but surely looked like a load for her. While doing so, the Archer started with a bit of small-talk. 

“Didn’t even know they still got hardcovers here. This city’s not bad in what it offers, isn’t it?“ Electronic age and all that, he had assumed they’d swapped them out completely by now. He also glanced at the title of the top-most book out of curiosity. 

[lartilleur]

baddestdangerboy‌:

This guy is trying to talk him down…? That makes Badou pause in confusion more than acceptance, shoulders drooping a fraction.

“What the hell are– are you talkin’ me down from the ledge? You’re not the Negotiator, man. The fuck.”

“Or maybe I am concerned with keeping conflict to a minimum when I see it’s not needed or before it escalates? I am a sort of peacekeeper. Not on duty, but that’s never mattered.” As far as he was concerned, the people around them wished for it which somewhat obligated him to step in. But that’d be weird to bring up right now. “I’m the negotiator now and that’re my terms. So?“ 

[lartilleur]

OOC. TIL that tumblr’s activity-feed mess is bc of this new thing they implented.

I missed a few replies bc of that. orz Sorry about that.

[spiralecityhall]

Congratulations to our new employees!

SPIRALE THEATRE COMPANY:

Director: Phantom of the Opera / @ledonjuann

SPIRALE FIRE DEPARTMENT:

House Chief (Cotes): Napoleon / @lartilleur

SPIRALE MUNICIPAL HOSPITAL:

Doctor: Litchi Faye-Ling / @kuyuzhishi

SPIRALE ZOO:

Researcer: Émile Leblanc / @forewarnedfate​

Thank you for your dedication to the city!

[lartilleur]

excommuned‌:

____ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? That look? “Huh.” The look of a hero? Well, he’ll be damned, that man got him to think. Trevor weighs the cheap prop in his hand. If it were metal, it’d certainly be good for bashing enemies with it.  He raises it up on his shoulder with a change of attitude and a smug smile

 “Of course, I do. I’m a Belmont!  I’m a goddamn hero.“

“Oh lálá. Now that’s it, Monsieur Belmont! Like that!” Perhaps he was a party poop, but there was no doubting this smirk about the dreams of heroism this man had. When he said he was a hero, the artillery man gave a thumbs-up. 

“Halloween isn’t so bad. There’s sexy costumes, there’s candy, there’s this. You’ll see a lot of smiling faces around this time.”

[lartilleur]

excommuned‌:

 _____ ʙʟᴇʜ!? THE CALL OF A VAMPIRE? Trevor raises his fists but its too late! Something more powerful than vampires has him! The French, powered by their ridiculousness! He can’t punch them or escape!

  Uggggggggh. Squished.  “ Especially, not that! You look terrible and I can’t understand you through those teeth. Why a werewolf of all things…“  He pinches his nose.

Two pats on his back, then sweet release. “Not feeling werewolves either? Perhaps horror’s not your thing after all?” Archer exaggerated a thoughtful face, making a few steps around the aisle of the costumes shop. Then he picked out a certain key-shaped toy-blade and held it out to this fellow.

“How about this? Key knight, opener of hearts! The women would love it. You got that look, you know.“

[lartilleur]

excommuned‌:

_____”Costumes? Why on earth would you want to look like a fucking vampire? Or Dracula, no less?“  take those fake teeth out of your mouth before he does it for you.

“BLEH!!“ Guess who’s getting jumped from behind in a one-armed hug no one ever asked for! Yeah, nobody expected THE FRENCH. Armed with plastic teeth and cloak! 

“Très simple, mon ami! For fun! Not a vampire guy? How about werewolf?“

[lartilleur]

“A movie about a dog? If dogs could talk, I wonder what they’d say to me...“

[lartilleur]

neversunday‌:

     || “ … “ Hands snaked up for the hair over her shoulder. She combed fingers through amber strands, thinking.  If the Lostbelt was taken care of, then how come the details were fuzzy at the end? She remembered his roll and the fight but beyond that… Nurturing the Tree had been a failure to Wodime’s cause, but for the next step of pan-human history— was this it? Or something else? Something she had to do here on her own? She didn’t know, couldn’t see, but not that Archer would allow her to wallow in doubt with a grin like that. Glancing back up at Archer she tried to smile for him, but it was lackluster in comparison. Still,there was something else that shined in her words. “ The only relationship we maintain is that of a Servant and Master, Archer,” she reminded.” I find the twist to be a Servant waited for a Master to be summoned this time…”

“We could be more?” But he suggests that a tad half-hearted, like it’s for upholding their dynamic only. The attempted smile is something already, so the artillery man does an exaggerated gesture with his wrist to welcome her to enter her new home.  It’s not the Lostbelt, but waiting outside she’s still gonna get cold. Hands on his hips next, he announces his work.

“I broke into your house-” Yeah, he says that in a mix of awkward undertow, but at the same time, like he’s boasting of a victory of sorts. “And put some pizza in the oven. Should be done by now! ...I didn’t have more time and ingredients to serve up something romantic, but next time!” It’s a small promise of sorts. Could he even cook?

[lartilleur]

lostgentlesoul‌:

The archer in front of him answered his questions with ease, as if they were nothing. “Kadoc Zemlupus. A previous master and one who enjoys mythologies and history.” He answered. “So… I suppose fan would be a good way to describe it.” 

He clicks his tongue. Kadoc Zemlupus, one of the Crypters. He heard this and that at Chaldea about the other Lostbelts whenever the topic came up. But that was there and here is now, so his enthusiasm takes no dent. Rather, his smile grows wider. “Très intèressant, Kadoc. If you’re big into history and myths, what’s your favorite?“

[lartilleur]

neversunday‌:

     || No, she wasn’t. “ Hmm? Come again, Archer? I’m afraid I can’t hear you with this giant manatee plush between us.” She had been lost in its cute black plastic eyes and had to hold it with both arms.

“Your swimsuit! You look  A  -  O   K  !“ Was the emphasis needed? No, but it didn’t stop him from that, nor from giving it a chief’s kiss. 

“Alors---“ Alors nothing, he gets hit by karma taking the form of a volleyball straight for his head, knocking him comedically off his feet. 

“Aa, foul play! Foul play! C’mon sexy, lets get back at them for that!“

[liangpe]

ナポレオン

[lartilleur]

baddestdangerboy‌:

Already spitting venom, Badou adds some mercury to that, too, when he swivels and locks eyes with this guy.

“And there’s no need to BUTT IN when your nose is that big, is there? Mind your own business.”

Oof, that wouldn’t be easy. “There is, right here. Before you’ll start breaking things and we all lose something, we can try to negotiate your problem. You’re pissed, but what do you get out of acting it out when you could show people something beautiful instead?“

[lartilleur]

lostgentlesoul‌:

“What class are you? Name? Where are you from?” Kadoc couldn’t help trying to learn about the servants he’d met, but normally he’d kept it under wraps. Right now, however, he couldn’t. He’d bottled up too much of the excitement. 

“Archer! Napoleon Bonaparte! From-”

“Oh, that one is stacked. Corsica, France, my palace, the Throne of Heroes? Take your pick. But you know what I mean and who I am!” Chest held high, he takes the barrage of question with some kind of pride. The quick succession was almost like one of these celebrity interviews on TV. Actually, not a bad feeling!

“And you’re, who? A fan?“