The Stone the Builders Rejected

Fate/Stain lens affliated Master OC rp blog Mushia Kunitsu

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nullspecs

      If Sombra were the type to break into cackling laughter, she certainly would have. Instead she raises the back of her hand to her mouth, snickering quietly. Boy, someone sure thinks more highly of themselves than her intel suggested. “Impeccable royalty, huh? I’ll let you know as soon as I spot ‘em then. Might as well share my luck, right?”           Which is, more or less, about the point where all of Sombra’s good nature dissipates, because wow. How had Shimada put up with that?            …hah. Not well, all things considered.

          “Uh-huh, skeletal structure, right,” Sombra nods along, seemingly pensive, gaze focused on the sharp, glowing points of her gauntlets. “Let me ask you something though,” she adds conversationally, glowing violet gaze flicking briefly upward. “You big on history? Because, you know, I figure someone who thinks they’re ‘above reproach’ knows what happens, historically,” a nail drags along her own throat in a slow gesture, “to so-called royalty who thinks like that.”

Just snickering? She was expecting something a bit wittier. “Well? I’m still waiting for your call out.” Mushia couldn’t conceive of anything, perhaps that she was a mess right now but being dirty was a temporary state. 

Big on history? Her face grew deadly serious. “You have. No. Ideas.” However is quickly became apparent they wouldn’t be getting into any labored debate over 11th century rulers, the woman just wanted to throw around vague notions.

“It’s called getting old and weak, a factor of morality I’ve well accounted for. No one rules forever, but for a short time, those tyrants were gods of the world. You think the threat of assassination is going to frighten me away from achieving ultimate power?” She scoffed again, looking away from then .“I know the territory, so save the threats unless you want to be a stone in my path.”

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tamamoral

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“My depressing situation aside, these are pretty unique circumstances for a Servant summoning. We’re not supposed to be fighting each other? Not that I mind, but something just seems a tad suspicious.“

Everything about this was suspicious to her. But it wasn’t like she could do anything about it. She was completely in the dark, so she could really only just go with the flow.

“Highly depressing.” Mushia stressed quickly to add onto the stranger’s wailing. They were clearly no ordinary individual though, making it all even worse. “Distressing too, that I am unable to fight you, lacking a servant of my own for the moment.” Mushia nodded before sighing, her head hanging every so slightly. “But rest assured, it would be an exceptionally battle.” Ignoring the fact that fighting didn’t make any sense in the situation they were both lamenting.

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      “So, what– you just walking around like you own the place in the hopes that no one calls you on it?” One leg swinging from where she’s crossed it over the other, Sombra gestures at whatever nonsense the girl is up to in the dirt. “Or you just defacing public property for funsies?”

Mushia scoffed where she was kneeling, brushing a hand through her hair and coating it in dirt. “Ha, well I am above all reproach, so consider this your lucky day to gaze upon impeccable royalty.” Ah but she couldn’t get too mad at a rude little peasant wench, they were nothing after all. “Defacing is the first step towards demolishing.” Though she always couldn’t very well have them interfering in her leyline manipulations either. The ones who were unable to control their mouths were rarely able to control their curiosity either. Mushia stood up, her sweater covered in crumbs of earth.

“But for humans, the distinction is practically indistinguishable. So I suggest you keep you jaw a little less loose if you value the rest of your skeletal structure.” 

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cremehild

❖ ❖ ❖  @leylinemage          ❝  Good evening My Lady, did you need something? ❞           Kriemhild rested her chin upon her arms as they folded over her legs. Whilst her legs were snug against her chest. The balls of her feet promptly fitted against the cold pavement below. It was rather improper of her to sit this way, and she’d only sat as much due to her interest in doing so. Her coy smile had been her being caught in such a improper position by some stranger. Acting calmly as she rose from her position. Dusting her dress off.

“I don’t need anything from someone who slinks on the ground.” Mushia clicked her teeth before glancing away. It was an immediate reaction to seeing the woman behave like a street urchin. At a second glance once she stood up, Mushia felt fairly certain she looking at a servant. Sighing, she crossed her arms and stared back at them with an unsure grimace.

“If you’re a heroic spirit without a contract, maybe we can come to an arrangement. Otherwise, don’t disgrace your master.”

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@kelpiesinker

The libraries here were truly treasure troves of arcane knowledge, rivaling even her own collection of sought after scrolls and maps, Mushia was pained to admit. She wasn’t going to get though all of it no matter how determined she might be, so time to recharge was required.

The evening setting in, she crossed the street quickly before the clouds threatened to unleash a downpour. A small convenience store with neon signs that promised ‘all hours of all days’ operation looked suitable to hide from the weather for a little while. The spread of magazines in the store window really caught her eye though. Once inside, Mushia was already flipping though the racks. Pop culture and fashion rags were utterly guilty pleasure reading for her but still it was necessary to start with the oldest publications first and work up to present.

Time seemed to drift on and when Mushia looked up to catch her reflection in the inside of the store window, some squinting revealed that the rain had stopped a while ago, or in fact never even started. She still had a few more issues of this magazine to get through however, and another customer looked like they were trying to get her to move. Probably to swipe up the most recent issue before she could.

“I’m going to be reading that one next.” Mushia pawed at it with one hand while glancing at them suspiciously.  A perfume advert dropped out of the issue in her hand.

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┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what do they do?

She’ll go right to consulting her collection of scroll and maps. If she can’t find the information there, she’s not above making up an answer if its a harmless question. 

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This was going to be gory. Felyn did the math in her mind. She wasn’t weak. Despite how spindly she looked, she was not unfamiliar with manual labour. As a result, she was quite strong. However, she wasn’t strong enough to carry the pot a long while. With the steepness of the hill and the speed her new cauldron was traveling… Well, she couldn’t imagine this going well. She didn’t see the magic coming, though.

She should have. She knew there were other mages here, but she kind of assumed they were liked her, too timid to cast on reflex. It was only after her cauldron cracked on impact did Felyn realize she would have much preferred if this ended in gore. Her drow side was showing.

“Ah, no! I just bought that! I should have gotten the warranty!”

Panicking, the girl grabbed the bottom of her skirt and rushed down the hill. It became apparent very quickly that she was much more concerned about her cauldron than the girl she almost hit. Her ears drooped as she saw the big crack. If it was smaller, she could repair it, but something that big would reopen pretty quickly. She never had any luck with transmutation.

“I spent so much money on it…” Her ears perked up at the mention of a replacement. “Y-you know where to get a new one?”

“I believe the common phrase is, you got ripped off. Don’t take it too hard, it’s tough to identify this kind of corner cutting. Even I was fooled from a distance.” No use being angry at the girl when there was apparently some scoundrel calling this trash craftsmanship. A chance to reduce the competition in her field of artistry was always welcome.

Mushia snorted and crossed her arms. More of that ignorance which probably led the girl to making the poor purchase in the first place. “Where? As master stone crafter, I take insult to that. I’ll be constructing your replacement. At a sizable discount.” Nothing was for free, but she had some of her tools on hand and wanted to construct something leagues above this cauldron , mostly as a show of skill. 

She pulled a chisel and small mallet from her bag. “Are you married to obsidian? I’d recommend an less brittle material for you are going to be clumsy again.” See, not being brutally honest with one’s customers led to mistakes like this.

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Wall Scrawl

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shslsyoko

✑ — And this was exactly what Fukawa feared, the reason she tried to send the magus away: it was one thing to gripe about the state of a business, but it was another to tear it down, especially when it potentially carried the story of someone precious to her.

She tensed her shoulders at the shove, she held her ground at the calamitous quake – and for once in her life spent running away, Fukawa decided enough was enough.

“Stop it! Stop it! I know it looks awful! I know it’s a hideous den of disease!”

“But that doesn’t mean you can tear it apart! At least let someone reclaim the good…!”

Mushia lowered her hand, all the damage done. “Ha, well at least you are coming to your senses again. Wonderful.” Outright opposition was annoying while people who simply couldn’t makeup their mind were amusing for a while.

It didn’t matter however as the building was already tilting dangerously. Momentum would finish it off for her, no more quakes were necessary. All that was left was a coin flip on which direction it would collapse. “But too little and too late. It’s out of my hands now as you can see. Save what you can in these last precious seconds or take my advice and treasure the moment.” Who would want to miss seeing the wonderful shudder of the ground when it all crumbled?

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“Mmmmmmmmm... saving humanity...”

“Do I have to?”

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ryuunosenshii

              He has come to know just how stern and hard-headed this mage can be. Of course, she has her own goals she wants to focus on, but for all intents and purposes, he cannot recall just what she wants out of this war. It must be something more than to conquer, but the longer he considers it, the more it sounds like that had been her intent. Folding his arms, he shakes his head. “I am not speaking of clothes shopping. If you expect me to work with you, you must have some patience.” It is a little frustrating. She reminds him so much of the strict elders that had looked upon him with such high expectations. However, he himself has more patience than he had back then, thanks to the teachings of his omnic mentor.

              Most of the clothes are simple, it’s true, but at least they will suffice to cover him up and allow him not to stand out so much. Shifting his weight, arms still folded over his chest, he watches her select and judge each article of clothing. The notion that it needs her approval is somewhat silly to him, but he does not complain. She appears to be all right with everything, and in particular the one casual button-down shirt he’d found. Genji doesn’t think he has seen her show such a genuinely pleased smile since they met. And just like that, it disappears as she snaps succinctly, disapproval clear in her tone. He cannot help but laugh.

              “You do not like jackets? Your taste is strict more than it is sophisticated. I thought these clothes would be suitable to disguising my true appearance.” When she questions him about the choice of headphones, he tilts his head. Had she not realized that with the beanie, those would do a good job of concealing his armor? “Don’t they look cool? I have no problems with my audio systems or my hearing. With the hat, I thought these could help my disguise.” Maybe he doesn’t need the headphones, but he’ll grab them anyway. He would look like a very modern civilian as opposed to a cyborg ninja.

              “I see.” With how hard it is to please such a harsh woman, he has already learned not to expect praise or congratulations. “Perhaps it is because I have different tastes from you. If we match all the time, we would just stand out more, no?” Reaching for the white long sleeved shirt with the unbuttoned V-neck, he begins to get dressed by putting the clothes on over his armor. Of course, his weapons still stand out; he has no intentions to hide them. Strong magnets stick them in place to his upper and lower back. Grabbing the green beanie and pulling it over his helmet, he fits the headphones over the sides of his head.

              “What do you think?”

              Green rings glow beneath the clothing. Overall, he looks … much like a warrior doing a poor job at concealing his appearance.

Mushia sighed and rolled her neck around. Honestly, if he was going to use this outing as an attempt at bonding, he should have stayed at the apartment instead of wasting her time. "If you want my patience, earn it with results. Show me the heads of some masters and you can calm my worries about the number of fools with servants running about out there.” Absolutely nothing was being done at the moment, with Mushia still making the excruciating preparations for her stronger magic. Meanwhile it seemed like there were more of them everyday. With humanity dead you would think the bleeding of idiots into the city might have been staunched. 

“Only that jacket. Other articles are equally suitable for covering you without looking trashy.” Her teeth clicked again. Enough of this, she had other places to be. Mushia gathered up her purchases and left the changing room. “Fine. You have a point there.” She certainly didn’t want to be matching with him if he was going to act like this. Strategically it just made sense however, which is what always appealed to her in the end. Maybe seeing if the checkout counter would make a scene seeing a cyborg ninja trying to buy clothes was a good litmus test for if was a workable disguise.  

She turned back again to look at him, still only a quick glance over. “I think it looks good on you. Better then nothing. Sure you won’t overheat with the extra layers on top of your armor? I won’t allow anything that impairs your combat abilities.” Adjusting her bun, Mushia dropped her clothes on the checkout counter, glaring at the cashier until they stopped stammering and started tallying up what she owed. 

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someoneelsesfxre

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“Oh, my servant is gonna hate me…”

How was it that she wasted half of her money on a cauldron about twenty minutes into entering the city? She gave a nervous whine as she rolled the massive pot down the street. She was definitely ripped off, but Felyn had come to understand when a cashier asked for money, you give it to them. Otherwise you were getting stabbed. She learned that one the hard way.

The other thing she learned the hard way was that she needed to bring someone with her to help her carry her prize home. The cauldron, an ornate, obsidian pot about two feet in height, was incredibly heavy. Yeah, she was not able to carry this by herself. So she rolled it. The problem? Rolling it was not going to be fun when she was going down hill. If she spent less time reading books and more time living her life, Felyn should have considered it. No, she knew, in the back of her mind, what would happen. She just did it anyway.

The result was predictable.

“Eee! Ah, watch out below, and please don’t let that get scuffed!”

Some sort of black orb was barraging towards Muhsia. Thankfully that was clear at a great distance. “Ah!” A exclamation of surprise dropped from her lips as she turned to grab the pot by it’s handles. Well, proverbially... more accurately, just to face the problem head on.

Easiest would just be to get out of the way, but that was simply passing the mess down to the next poor sod along the road. No, the buck had to stop here. A hurried command from her hand and a patch of the cobblestone road in front of her did it’s best impression of a skater’s half-pipe ramp. The bowling cauldron's trajectory curved skyward as it caught some sweet air, and then crashed into the ground.

She was expected a clang of steel, wincing instead at the familiar stone crunch. Damn, if she had realized it was obsidian sooner there could have been countless less magically taxing ways to have stopped it. And now the cauldron had a nasty crack down the side that certainly wasn’t going to hold water. “Oooohhh, that’s a bust...” A strange looking girl who Mushia had to assume to be the careless owner came running into view. 

Eh, wasn’t any stonework by her hand, so Mushia could just chalk it up to poor quality. “Shoddy work anyway. Need a replacement?”

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ryuunosenshii

              Genji understands if he is to effectively blend in, he must not rely only on his skills as a ninja and his presence concealment. She need not worry about someone attacking at any moment, as he is vigilant even while browsing the clothing shop. Despite this, he does receive his fair share of odd looks from the normal civilians as well as the shop manager. This is all right with him; his body no longer bothers him like it had in the past. He does need to find a good set of casual civilian clothes if he is to be walking around in public with Mushia. At least when he is not traveling by rooftops, scouting from above.

              He watches her pick out a moderate arrangement of clothing for herself, and then turns to look at the arrangement of clothing he finds he likes. It has been so long since he wore real clothes, always so accustomed to his armor. He rarely takes it off, sans the times he showers and sleeps. The words of his father resonate in his mind again, and it is as though he is back in Shimada castle; Uphold the Shimada name, Sparrow, even if you do not have the same responsibilities as your brother. He wore much more traditional clothes as a young man, his only freedom being the color choice and also dying his hair. The elders didn’t really approve of that, but his father was much more lenient on him than he was to Hanzo.

              Blinking out of his short memory, the cyborg catches a glimpse of his master sashaying into the dressing room with her selection of clothing. She places such high expectations on him, and while he is confident he won’t disappoint in his abilities, he thinks clothing is a bit different. It also doesn’t occur to him that she may want him to remove his armor or take off the mask. He turns to the racks before him once more, and finally, one of the retail associates tentatively asks if he needs assistance. He is cordial and pleasant in his gratitude, and they point out some clothes that may match his tastes. Primarily anything with a touch of green. What he ends up grabbing, is a black denim jacket with gray sleeves and a gray hood, a green beanie for his head, a pair of dark-washed gray jeans and some shoes to go with it. He also snatches up a pair of green Bluetooth headphones to cover the sides of his helmet. He has wondered if triplicata has the ability to play music, he must find out before he leaves today. Before entering the dressing room, he also grabs a long sleeve button-down white shirt with a collar and a few casual-fitting long sleeve shirts with V-neck collars.

              He at least knocks first before poking his head in to see her sitting expectantly at the bench. Bringing the pile of clothing and accessories in, he sets them down beside her. “But master, I thought this was your treat?” He only teases. Mushia is so stern and uptight all the time; he cannot help but be the one to show some lightheartedness. With that said, he lowers his tone considerably so any prying ears may not hear; “Mushia. I am not only a servant, I am your partner. We must work together. Keep in mind, it has been a while since I’ve worn regular clothing.”

“Your treat will be the honest appraisal of your choices, at my hand.” Blessed to be reviving her options, basically. Her stern look only intensified once Genji materialized. Standing up did a little to alliterate such a grumpy appearance. It had taken him this long and now she was supposed to listen to these grievances from a heroic spirit. Also he was just plain wrong; this was not a partner of equals relationship. Getting into that could come later, there were purchases waiting at the moment.

“Hmph, you’ve never mentioned that to me before. In that case you should have complained more about this mission before we arrived.” She couldn’t remember if he had, not that she was going to entertain his worries. Her servant still had to follow her to keep her safe so he was going to end up at the store regardless.

Mushia moved to peer though the bag of his selections. First pulled was the last that he had chosen, the multiple long sleeve shirts. “These are alright.” Not much to say, they were fairly plain. Never hurt to stick to the basics. Next was the button-down which got her to crack a smile. “Excellent, appealing to my sensibilities.” Mushia definitely approved. Her servant would look very fashionable in that.

The denim jacket received only a scant glance before she flung it into the corner on the floor. “Trash, you’re not taking this home.” A mercifully quick rejection. Last was the headphones which she tired on to test their ear comfort. “What are these for? Does your advanced cybernetic armor not come equip with an audio system? You can hear when I speak, correct?” She fluffed up the headphones before setting them back down. A mostly harmless accessory in the end since it was his money anyway. Her arms folded again. “Well you’ve utterly failed to match with my clothes in color or style, but this is a nice start. Don’t expect any congratulations though.”

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Wall Scrawl

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shslsyoko

✑ — Despite being blamed for pointing out the poster, Fukawa held little resentment for the woman. On some level, she understood it as tacit agreement from a fellow misanthrope.

Though apparently, this woman’s misanthropy ran deeper than Touko’s burgeoning empathy skills: something about her chilling words were clearly no exaggeration.

I’m in the mood to paint a picture of destruction. A burning ruin… the manga store.

A thought struck Fukawa at the worst possible time.

What if they had something Komaru liked?

“Wait! Hhhh– hang– hang on a minute! I just need to check if there’s suhhh–something to be salvaged!”

“I mean, ah– even a garbage truck can carry a discarded gem now and then… So I’m going in there to see for myself, and you’re going to go someplace different! Sh–Shoo!”

“Unlikely.” Was this girl getting cold feet all of a sudden? Well maybe Mushia had come on too strong with her desire for destruction. Hatred through words could do enough damage, personally she just liked to see the matter finished completely.

The belligerent ‘shoo’ changed things. Now they were completely in opposition. Mushia walked past the girl to the store, shoving at their shoulder to get out of the way. Not mush force behind her push but at least it was stronger then a stuttering dismissal. “Your convictions are pitifully weak, shrew. I don’t follow orders from insects who can’t make up their mind. Watch and learn.” Mushia stretched out her hand and flexed her palm. The ground under the store began to quake. A shoving motion in the air and the building rocked backwards, before she pulled back her fingers and the store tilted towards them.

Inside, books were failing down and shelves topping over yet Mushia kept up the motions, increasing the intensity of the tremors. “Haha, dance for me and I may find it in my heart to spare you all.” She spoke to the few patrons who were finding it difficult to keep their footing.

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[I’ve returned for vacation feeling fresh and ready to start more threads to get back on my muse. Like for a starter, capping at 4.]

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[I’ve returned for vacation feeling fresh and ready to start more threads to get back on my muse. Like for a starter, capping at 4.]