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“ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɪᴠᴀʙʟʏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪꜱᴅᴏᴍ- ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴅᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.”
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ASSASSIN;
✦ ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ He was only scouting out the area so far, since missions requires a good sense of what everyone is doing and of the layout of the area but ah….it seems he is caught in the act by the Saber there. Honestly he was surprised that he’s been caught…. ❝Pardon for the intrusion, although can say you have very good perception to be able to sense me there in a way. Class; Assassin. True Name; Fuuma Kotaro. I mean no harm.❞
Even if ---at the moment-- Saber was solely training, his most recent Master has left him know that he wouldn't be alone. Some companions would show up in the meantime, all of them belonging at different classes.
His wary has eased once his new partner stated both True Name & Class besides his purposes. The Prince has crossed few words with his Master, though he was sure they would have left their other Servants know about him as well, such like they've done with him, this including generic descriptions of each one of his future companions.
And most probably, that should be the Assassin they spoke about. It couldn’t be any other.
——❝Assassin...❞
——❝My respects at you, and my apologies for my insolence. I assume we have the same Master, is that so ? They have told me about an Assassin accompanying their path, so. . . it must be you. It can be no other.
It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Saber-Class Servant, Prince of Lan Ling is my true name.❞
He introduced himself with modesty on his voice.
the true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him but because he loves what is behind him
WHERE DOES YOUR POWER LIE ?
the eyes
You are always looking. ahead, back, up, down. you can see all the possibilities, all the consequences, all the stars. your power is steady, squinting, taking everything in. your power is glaring, shining. your strength is in tears of happiness, sorrow, anger, fear. your strength is in your ability to dream, to understand. and you are never the first to blink.
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{ Hello everybody !! Hope you're doing excellent. My apologies for the absence--- it's certainly a long since I don't get in here.
Personal reasons have had me apart from this blog, besides the work I had pending because of that as well. It’s particularly not been easy for me to communicate with people due to trust issues I’ve kept byproduct of disgusting circumstances I had to experience with people I trusted in the most ---and this includes roleplay as well since that was the activity I used to do the most with them. Anyways, I'm embracing this new blog once again & hopefully giving myself into RP, if you are still interesting in the matter. If you're not, I'll perfectly understand since it's been a long time after my last log into here. I'll be shooting messages to everyone I've plotted or ever had threads with anyways, if that's not a bother at all. I'd be pleased to keep threads going--- yet again, only if you please. This is a thing of two parts and I respect if you decide to decline continuing any threads we've had or plotted at all.
Nothing else to say~ just wishing you a magnificent evening so far. }
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Reality & expectation(s) could be widely different elements, sometimes.
At the moment a Servant & their horse have crossed paths with ---who appeared to be-- their Master, it wouldn’t hard to deduct their Class. He held a firm posture, yet there was something off with him besides his peculiar appearance which could only resemble a knight...
Although, the existence of the Mask concealing the rider's face could hint secrets, distrust--- or better put into words, discomfort with what existed underneath.
A marked despite proximate distance could even force that statement, at least in this Servant's mind. Nonetheless, all such concerns had to put aside before introducing himself.
——❝I’m here to respond at your summons. Saber-Classed Servant, Prince of Lanling.
Master, please accept my services.❞
@pulseofthestars // sc.
Saber has invested most of the morning training with his sword. Since his services weren't requested by his Master for that moment, he opted by refreshing his mind this way. Even though, something has caught his attention. A voice, then a figure moving apparently with swords in hands, not far enough. In fact if the other could look at him as well, they could easily do it.
Their movements were graceful, agile, precise. Such a formidable warrior. It could easily be a Servant, although something was ( off ) with them. Simply approaching & politely asking for a spar would be not only unwise but dangerous. He continued swinging his blade and working out himself, until the voice was close enough to be ignored. Literally in front of him, there was a girl, swords in hand. The doubt resided in who approached who. Or if they, through training, have crossed paths accidentally.
——❝Oh--- m-my apologies ! I was not willing to intrude in your way !❞
His voice was subtly shivery, indicating a tint of nervousness upon such unexpected encounter, though it could also be caused by the slight tiredness crawling through his backs ---if that was ever possible.
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WHAT PART OF THE FOREST ARE YOU?
THE FOREST GOD
The shrouded entity guarding the woods. whether you can be killed is up for debate. either you picked the answers that sounded cool to you or i honestly have no clue how you got here. how's it feel to be the mystery.
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{ Something passed across my mind a sec ago and it’s that--- while Changgong is certainly a determined person with a sharp mind, he can freak out easily. Just thinking about it, there’s many ways to do so. Anyways~ it’s really hard he can demonstrate it unless one gets to know him pretty well. }
There was ( ease ) in the act of training. Although it was an unnecessary activity in Servants, for Saber it felt refreshing to place his mind in a better place through swinging his blade. Even against simulated / virtual enemies, bamboo sticks or just the air, the energy accumulated on his body caused by unwished emotions could be invested wisely.
A brief gasp sufficed to stop his movements in a sudden. The only thing moving now was his chest, marking a deep breathe. His eyes darted everywhere, SURE of what his hearing senses have just perceived. He wasn't alone.
Despite having lowered his weapon in order to demonstrate a pacifist attitude, his guard has kept up & sharp.
——❝Manifest yourself, please ! Ally... or foe ?❞
@jaakunxkaze // sc.
It started like a gleam, a flash of light materializing into a humanoid silhouette which has suddenly cleared, showing the face of a youthful, yet tall person whose face was shielded by a golden mask.
His attires were loosened, tied by purple ropes, hinting his origins in the Orient during ancient times. Although his intense lavender sight was deep, there was a tint of timidity on it. Despite the possiblity of existing insecurity nesting in the innermost of his soul, he had in front no other else than his Master ---someone whose loyalty & trust should be given devotedly, something that had to be demonstrated since the begin nonetheless. Thenceforth he addressed her with a firm attitude & a gentle voice tone.
——❝Servant, Saber. Prince of Lanling has responded at your summons. Please, apologize my insolence for I have come to you wearing a mask.❞
@twoagainstfate // sc.
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