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[mysticsever]

redmooned​:

    “ Mischievous little things they are, but hardly do they mean any harm.”

 her voice is what breaks through the excited and tiny voices of the group of fairies currently flitting about around the other woman. for one reason or another that remains unknown to Tsukiyome, they seem to have taken quite an interest in her.  she didn’t particularly care for what it could be, but could see some form of annoyance beginning to show and figured she might as well step in. 

a hand lifts to delve underneath her cape, pulling out a she unfurls her fingers and offers the items in her palms to the mystical creatures. simple candy is all it was, but they would see it as an offering and leave the other woman be. something that didn’t take long at all. “ Next time, be sure to bring something for them .”

@mysticsever​ – winterfes

             THE   timing was definitely fortuitous— for the fairies, that is. She had been acutely aware of the weight of her knife, safely tucked away in the folds of her kimono. Rash decision ?  Maybe. 

        ❝   This sorta feels like extortion,   ❞  Shiki grumbles, shoving her hands deep in the pockets of her leather jacket. A scowl rests easily on her lips as she watches them dance with glee before bounding off into the ether — in other words, promptly fucking off.

        ❝   Good thing they’ve got low standards. Maybe some lint would do.   ❞

[mysticsever]

           THERE’S   something irritating about that girl. 

           It was a thought with no justification whatsoever. Very little about her stands out, obscured eye aside. She’s not anything like Touko — at least, not that she can tell. With her Mystic Eyes all but useless, for all Shiki knew, this girl could be even worse than Touko. Or she could be more like her Master... But either way, this girl wasn’t an average human. She refused to believe that, despite the irritating way she carried herself. 

           Shiki has lost track of how long she’s been observing her. She cuts an uneven path in the dense foliage, a depth most citizens didn’t feel safe going to — aside from this time of year when the Stars had deemed it okay, apparently. People have filtered back and forth, and the majority of those retreating were stunned into silence or openly weeping; it likely didn’t strike the girl as odd that a straggler such as herself lingered a respectable distance behind. This feels like something SHIKI would do, Ryougi Shiki thinks. Lingering just behind, waiting for an opportune moment... Warmth spreads in her belly, but she can’t settle on whether it’s pride or embarrassment. Perhaps that dissonance is what prompts her to speak up. 

       ❝   Makes you wonder what’s waiting at the end of this, huh ?  If people leave all worked up like that.   ❞  

@phamrsolonia​ ​ : WINTERFES.

[mysticsever]

        ❝   This is so boring...   ❞   

             THWACK. 

             Another animated marshmallow struck down in its prime, right in the middle of an impressive leap to what it thought was safety. At this point, Shiki didn’t even really need to move. The stupid bastards just kept coming her way. And she, for one, had plenty of skewers to use as throwing weapons. It took a little getting used to the difference in weight, but compared to a regular knife, they weren’t so bad. 

        ❝   And it’s still the most exciting thing I’ve done all month. … Tch— Damn. I don’t even like sweets.   ❞  She’s eaten her way through six skewers so far.

@ordertorn​ : WINTERFES.

[mysticsever]

            IT’S   been a hot minute, so how about a winterfes starter call ?  I’ll probably be using a generator to randomly throw Shiki in situations she absolutely wants to check out but absolutely won’t go to on purpose. Capped at 3, but castmates are exempt ( crosses self ) ! 

[mysticsever]

sanpatron​:

“ Sad? Nah, man. I see it more like.. living without restrictions. ” How poetic. “ Makes life a helluva lot more fun. But hey, that’s just me. ”

“ Oh yeah! It’s that dumb holiday again, right? Kinda weird that anyone would care about it here. But I suppose most of this place is juuuuust enough of a warped reflection of home that it’d kinda cross over. ”

              SHE   stares at him for a few moments. Not really baffled by what he’s saying, but... Allowing it proper time to settle in. Let him really marinate in the mediocrity of it all, if he was aware enough.

         ❝   'Living without restrictions’...   ❞   Shiki eventually repeats, tone as deadpan as pseudo-humanly possible.  ❝   That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. I’d respect you more if you just labeled yourself a punk, or an adrenaline junkie. ‘Living without restrictions’ makes it sound like some Western new-age crap.   ❞  Still, there was another pressing issue.

         ❝   Is there really a holiday centered around these stupid biscuits ?  I never paid attention to those kinds of things.   ❞

[mysticsever]

sanpatron​:

“ Well no shit. But why should that stop me from swiping a couple of boxes? Just cause I can buy these fuckin’ things in bulk on the cheap doesn’t exempt them from getting nicked. You saying they’re not worth the effort? That’s really mean, dude. ”

          ❝   Doing it just for the sake of doing it ?  That’s pretty sad, old man.   ❞   A   brief pause.

          ❝   I think the Pocky’s feelings will be fine. From what I can tell, it’s getting its ego stroked every which way today as is.   ❞

[mysticsever]

sanpatron​:

“ Why bother paying when you can just shoplift? ”

       ❝   I don’t care what you do, but shouldn’t you aim higher with shoplifting ?  Pocky is some of the cheapest stuff on any planet.   ❞

[mysticsever]

        ❝   … This is stupid. You know you can get a whole pack, ten boxes of pocky, for only about 1400 Dust ?   ❞

[mysticsever]

rebirthed​:

starter  / @mysticsever​​

the rumours as of late had left him curious. just what who caused so much death on the streets? perhaps it was a coincidence that he just happened to stumble upon a body in an alleyway. kneeling down next to it he begins to examine them, determining the cause of death. aesop notices the multiple stab wounds, some deeper than the other; it’s clear that it’s the work of an amateur. 

though before he can examine more he hears someone approaching from behind, he knows he must look suspicious to the stranger,   ❝      i  highly doubt the killer would return.      ❞  a culprit rarely returns to the crime scene,  ❝      the grip on that knife of yours tells me you’re not the person i’m looking for.      ❞  standing up he takes a step away from the body and raises his hands ever so slightly in a gesture to show that he is unarmed.  ❝      i just found the body.      ❞

            ‘ I JUST FOUND THE BODY ’   had to be among the top five most common phrases uttered by a killer. Her grip on her knife doesn’t slacken; she’s long since abandoned the pathetic toy they gave her upon arrival, deducing that even a kitchen knife would do better. So, naturally, that’s exactly what she’s settled on. No sense spending what little money she has on a weapon just yet... 

              She seems distracted whenever her gaze happens to land on him, far more preoccupied with the crumpled heap just beyond. Some utopia this was. It irks her that someone besides her would go around offing people; odds were they were indiscriminate, and that was a problem. The silence stretches seemingly for eons before Shiki finally speaks— sharp as the knife in her hand, and similarly to the point.  ❝   Killers do come back. … Sometimes. You’re too clean to have pulled this one off. They look like they’re still warm.   ❞

            The pseudo-Servant pauses, canting her head as her gaze swivels; finally, her attention is squarely on him. It’s irritating that she can’t see his lines...

       ❝   Are you a detective, or are you just morbidly curious ?   ❞

[mysticsever]

succubimagus​:

     “How did I… know who you are? That’s mean! I have some ties to Chaldea as well you know. Albeit I’m not officially affiliated. Merlin the magus at your service.” Merlin made a point to bow politely but her mischievous smirk remained. “Surely you’ve heard of me? Ufufu!”

     “Sucking up? I would never. You’re quite beautiful, The way your eyes shine in particular…” A wave of her wooden staff and a twirl of her body was made in attempt to lighten the mood a little. “But I digress! Is your Master in this city? I’m able to see most things with my Clairvoyance, but I was not able to see my arrival in this world nor can I see anything now.”

            A   grin tugs at the Assassin’s lips, although entirely at the woman’s expense.  ❝   So you’re grasping at straws too, is that it ?   ❞   How many Servants with special ‘sight’ could Ritsuka Fujimaru fit in one facility ?  Much less one brand-new island... That’s interesting. Annoyance would take a backseat for the moment; something tells her it’ll resurface soon enough, though. This woman’s voice sounded like the feeling that creeps over you when watching a particularly convincing infomercial. 

       ❝   If you’re with Chaldea, I guess I can throw you a bone... Yeah. My Master’s in this city. What’s it to you, Merlin the magus ?   ❞   Her reputation far precedes her, and she seems to revel in that. Far be it from Ryougi Shiki to add onto that satisfaction.

[mysticsever]

intruths​:

        “  what an odd little conundrum you’ve found yourself in;  if you’re not careful,  you’ll be swept away and pestered with the rest of the ghosts and i can’t imagine that would be a fun time.  but if you’d like to try it and tell me what it’s like,  i certainly am not opposed!  ”

      「  ​ @mysticsever​     ❤ ‘d     for an event starter   !!  」

           ❝   Wasn’t exactly waiting for a green light,   ❞    SHIKI   retorts, short and to the point. Being slightly less than corporeal has done nothing to dull the sharpness of her tongue, it seems. 

           ❝   They have a saying for this, right ?  If you can’t beat ‘em…   ❞   She pauses a moment, apparently coming to the abrupt decision that the saying doesn’t quite translate the way she wants. She bobs in the air for a moment or two, idle just like her train of thought.   ❝   … Well, I won’t join ‘em. If you can’t beat them, you find a better way to beat them. I’m working with what I’ve got.   ❞  

[halsberus-a]

mitten​:

i’m byesexual as in bye don’t touch me

[mysticsever]

CAN YOU FIGHT GOD?

            ❝   Even a god has an expiration date.   ❞

[mysticsever]

           SHE’S   so tired. But it’s pretty annoying to not be able to do the damage she’s normally used to, particularly against the more spooky aspects of this event, so fully aware of the irony... Shiki will be a  spooky vengeful ghost  !  It’s only logical when your ghost-grabbing prosthetic is nerfed, no she will not take questions or concerns. This means she’ll be able to fly ( or is it float... ? ), walk through walls, possess a limb or two ( only for a few seconds it’s fine ), and just be a general nuisance for other spirits. You’ll likely see her hunting for ghosts, participating in a teeny tiny monster massacre as a treat, or using her spectral powers to her advantage in the merry maze. money and candy go a long way, okay ? 

feel free to like this post for an event starter, but i’ll be capping it at 3 outside of castmates. castmates can go wild ( but like, gently ).

[mysticsever]

existentialismee​:

It was faint, but it was there; disheartened emotion briefly flashing across her eyes as his gaze met her own. Ah– so she’d mistaken him for someone else, a face she hoped to find in a world unknown.

He understood that feeling of disappointment all too well.

“I suppose we share a similar appearance? Myself and the person you mistook me for,” Watanuki smiles at her then, feeling sympathy for her predicament. “It isn’t uncommon to run into familiar faces here, only to find that they’re not quite the people you know.. I apologize if I got your hopes up. To be without the people we care about can be a terrible feeling.”

 “Have you just arrived in Spirale?”

            ❝   I wouldn’t say my hopes were up... Caught me off-guard, that’s all.   ❞   

                HER   hopes had been up. 

            ❝   Should’ve known better. … You do look a bit alike, though.   ❞  The incineration of humanity had been final enough, but the way things were now... Well, it’s something even Shiki would prefer to shove to the back of her mind.   ❝   Yeah, I am. Is it obvious ?   ❞

[mysticsever]

volontedacier​:

          “Perhaps so. Regardless, this is an abnormal place all the same. The only consistent truth here… is that all newcomers are weakened.“ He takes a few steps closer to the new arrival, keeping his gaze steady with her own. His smile has somewhat weakened, but remains all the same. His bright eyes remain locked with hers… making the truth of the matter all the more apparent. Those eyes that caught him off guard, which played a vital role in ending that first plan…

          ”I see… So even your eyes were not spared. It’s hardly surprising, though… But it seems that you have trouble fully accepting that. Hmhm… Your body is aching right now. You’ve lost your usual sense of comfort… Am I wrong?”

         ❝   … Tch.   ❞   THE   shitty knife they left her with wouldn’t do much of anything, but she focuses on its weight inside her sash all the same. She can’t decide whether she’s apprehensive at the faint possibility he’ll strike, or irate to the point that she may just strike regardless. 

             Aching... Is that what she felt ?  She’s never bothered to try and classify it beyond an emptiness... But she supposes ‘ache’ is pretty succinct.  ❝   I’ve never liked those Mystic Eyes,   ❞   Shiki says, and most of her means it. They’ve always been ‘those’ eyes, not ‘her’ eyes. But the thought of seeking out some other purpose, starting from square one with all the same impulses... … How that feels is none of his business. 

             Now that she can look him full-on and not be distracted by line upon line upon line, her gaze is unwavering. Annoyed, yes, and more than a little guarded, but unabashed. And even if she couldn’t cut — because there was no cutting what you couldn’t see — she could still comprehend.

         ❝   Besides, I’ve already ‘seen’ you. I don’t need those eyes to read you like a book. … Che— I can even remember where a few of them were... Those lines of yours.   ❞ 

[mysticsever]

volontedacier​:

     Oh? … Oh– Oh! It took the Count a moment to clear the picture in his mind, but this young woman… There was no doubt. This was the woman born from that irregularity, where the Count once tried to harness so much hatred across time and space. The woman with eyes that can see the lines of death all beings possess… Shiki Ryougi. Fascinating… The projection of shadows she and Ritsuka had dealt with should have kept him from harm. And yet… and yet!

     She saw him! She traced the lines of death all the way back to his origin, and took advantage of a small opening to sever them! A truly unexpected end to his scheme… To be utterly unraveled by the small chance of hope. Finally, he could meet her once again… But her simple question brought up quite the powerful laugh from the Avenger– one with a soft start, then quickly escalated to a maddening cackle. Even for how brief that outburst was… It was a glimmer into his own darkness.

          “– Hell, you ask? Heheh…! You are not wrong to assume that, Shiki Ryougi!“ Another brief chuckle slipped by, but soon a gloved hand was raised up to cover his face. A moment was needed to collect his thoughts… The twisted smile remained, albeit weakly– but now there was a more proper sense of sanity reflecting from those yellow eyes once the hand was lowered.

          ”Ahh… Your concern is understandable, but quite inaccurate. For you see, this land is quite peculiar… Both the living and the dead walk among us here. Those who once perished are now brought back without question, and those who still live have been snatched from their worlds quite carelessly. A more accurate description for our predicament… Perhaps we are truly in limbo? Purgatory? None of us truly know.”

             HIS   laughter was unsettling. … Well, the longer it continued, perhaps grating was a more appropriate word. Her lips purse with annoyance she doesn’t bother to hide, but the slope of her brows is much sharper; she’s studying him, taking cues she doesn’t need her mystic eyes to find. This was most definitely the same man in black from that haunted apartment building, that somber little fluctuation in reality. It wasn’t as if he were devoid of life, but moreso invigorated with a warped sense of purpose; she’s not sure which situation was more dangerous. 

        ❝   Limbo... Purgatory...   ❞   Shiki repeats slowly, thoughtfully. Her brows furrow even more deeply than before. His entire explanation is troublesome— a place where none among the dead necessarily stay that way, where even the living are displaced much in the same manner as Servants. Weirdly specific predicaments are sort of par for the course for Ryougi Shiki, even before she became a pseudo-Servant, but this was... 

       ❝   I’m not so sure it’s that, either. I’m pretty sure neither of us would be in limbo or Purgatory; we would shoot straight to the bottom, right ?   ❞