Never on a Sunday

Fate/ GRAND ORDER Ophelia Phamrsolone ɪꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. Affiliated| Isola Radiale

[neversunday]

[ryugoroshi‌]

His bed was upended as Fafnir lazed in the lizard’s enclosure. Ragnarok was nowhere to be found, and the elder brother in question looked frantic.

“Judy!” Siegfried bolted up, taking Judy and holding her to his chest. The monitor curled up innocently next to him.

“I..I’m sorry Ophie,” he bowed his head, “Sorry Sutr-kun. It seems as though Ragnarok made the escape a few hours ago, and Judy followed. Only Fanfnir remains. Judy was placed in the enclosure, moving to the large food bowl that contained her lunch greedily.

“Sutr-kun…Are you alright?” He regarded the pigeon. “Be wary, friend, Ragnarok may be on the hunt.”

  || Sutr-kun begrudgingly accepted the apology by ignoring whatever Siegfried had to say. He was already busy preening his feathers after such an ordeal. The lizards were stupid. He only moved and shuffled his wings when Ophelia balled her fists together. Both of the big ones were out? Was Fafnir the only good boy??!

“W-we must find him right away!”  She urged with a hop. She always got so intense without her eyepatch. “ Close your door so they don’t get out! Come on!” with that, she ran out of his room.

[neversunday]

[lunarchained‌]

The snow scrunched softly under their steps and the fingers of one girl tightened around the hand of the other to keep some of her warmth. A sight of twins like them wasn’t uncommon in this city. ‘I’m scared’. The thought slips into the tightening grip and it’s felt.

Arc wandered the city with her royality-looking counterpart. Despite the small smile she forced herself to bear for the other self’s sake, the situation burdened her immensely. Picking out one of the more approachable looking people in the crowd, she steps forward.

“Hey, you. Are you looking for your copy? Do you mind looking together?“

     || Ophelia turned. The murmurs of the crowd created pockets of lull and confusion. The stranger’s voice cut through her, snapping her attention. She must have looked as lost as she felt, standing there as people passed. Held low on her laced fingers rested a pigeon. Instinct told her it was a clue, but she had no sight forward.  All that was before her now was the twins.From one... to the other...

 “You’re The Princess...?” It fell from her mouth in silent awe, barely a whisper.. Her heart fluttered, but for what? The Princess had encouraged her to make friends with Mashu..?  No, how strange. That wasn’t logical; She had no concrete memory of this, only this phantom adoration-- something of an dream. The city was likely to blame. Ophelia shook her head, then looked to the girl who had spoken. Her, she recognized. “ I’m sorry. The Christmas party,right? We never exchanged names. I’m Ophelia I would greatly appreciate the help. I believe.. she might be lost.”

[neversunday]

[ @ryugoroshi ]

 || “S-siegfried!” Ophelia’s shout through the house was a cross between urgent concern and angry. She shuffled to his room carrying a giant wiggling lizard in her arms. A dark pigeon, fluffed and upset roosted on her head. He cooed loudly, indignant. “ Judy tried to eat Sutr-kun again.” Judy, the biggest of her brother’s lizards tried to eat everything and was too big for a regular container. “ She climbed up his cage and knocked it over. Have you fed her?”

[neversunday]

[castilium‌]

@neversunday → @arsnova

“Are you sure you want to come by? We could always study in a library or the cafe”. Admittedly her nerves were a little frayed, with the excitement which reverberated loud and clear through the house the night before; as much Mahe caught on, we shu adored her feather; his excitable tendency, his passion for a hobby which by others might appear childish, it was all a cocktail for easy embarrassment for a girl who strived to appear calm and mature before her peers.

“You know what my father can be like when he’s excited. He was yelling about a couple of idols? I think it was a collab? Hopefully nothing to do with any gacha games — if he gets sucked in whaling for a limited-time banner, we could wind up in big trouble! This is what I’ve got to be discreet about playing!”

     || “ Mashu, It’s fine.”  Ophelia’s hand came to rest over her friend’s. She pat gently. Once, twice. It was easy to tell Mashu was stressed about the get-together by how her fingers curled over her book as they sat outside school. First days back, they had a lot to read through! “ I’m sure it’s not that bad. plus, you said he works at the clinic so he might not even be home until we’re done. We can get some tea on the way. Let’s go.”

-----

   The Archaman home was cozy. The two girls sat in Mashu’s room. Books  and papers dotted the floor with Ophelia at its center, highlighter in hand. She went ahead and listed all the important assignments and their dates while Mashu, on the side wrote them on a calendar.  Cups of bubble tea sat on the desk nearby. As they chatted about upcoming projects, neither of them would have heard the front door opening...

@arsnova​ ---> @castilium​

[neversunday]

[ Subversion; Notes]

 Ophelia Phamrsolone is a young lady well on her way to bright future. Finishing up school, getting accepted to prestigious colleges and careers, she’s at the cusp of adulthood, but still lingers on that subversive wish to do something else, something less the expectations placed on her by teachers and other adults.  She is dutiful, firm, always attentive and does what’s asked. She has to be in the eyes of everyone.

  - She processes still her Jeweled Eye, but since the red color and make up can be considered non-human and possibly ruin her chances, she keeps her eyepatch on.  The idea sprung up between her adopted non-human brother, Siegfried, who wished for her safety and success.

- She’s lived with Siegfried since she was young, and helps him take care of  his 3 lizards despite how embarrassing it is to see him walk down the street with them

-She owns a pigeon named Sutr-kun. Sometimes she takes him out with her on errands. Very loyal, very talkative, does not like other men. Cooooophelia -Surprisingly popular at school. Her cool attitude,height, and eyepatch must be the reason. Strangely, she seems to be popular with some non-humans too. 

-Had a trainingship at a boutique  over summer and really enjoyed it. Her dream is to work there full time, but life has other plans...

-Often seen in the company of her best friend, Mashu and without her, tend to herself and plays games on her phone.

[neversunday]

[technopup‌]

She must be A) a good employee and B) somewhat competent to be sent to him. Emphasis on somewhat, when he grabbed the phone and found one of the issues was the sheer size of the gacha game she was playing, coupled with her lack of expandable storage.

Handing it back to her, he quirked a brow. “You know the base storage on these things - particularly the basic phone you get given when you come here - is extremely finite, yes?”

“And while I commend you on your choice of gacha - the graphics are pretty good, gameplay is reminiscent of a remaster of older style JRPGs - you can’t just run something like that on the lowest common denominator smartphone. So, yes, I improved it.. Expanding memory isn’t too terribly difficult.”

    ||  Caught red handed!  Ophelia hesitated, and her one visible eye widened.  He knew about her games?  And on a phone she used for work, no less? She gave him a worried look that begged not to tell her boss. She never played during work, only on breaks or on her way home! honest! “ R-right, right. Of course.” She finally stammered,  holding her phone. the charms dangled below, naturally of her favorite characters. “This should last me a while. I can save up for a new phone.”   She made it a goal now  to save herself the embarrassment. The mage became to put her phone away before she had a realization. Her gaze pulled back on him. “If... If you know that much about the game, do you, by chance, play it too?”

[neversunday]

[ @maarcelline ]

 ||  Being an assistant had its perks.  Ophelia got to see all the works in progresses of the designers and learn how they all operated. Each were unique just like their office spaces.  She was always wowed, shuffling between them with requests, but today, with the others out, the young mage had the chance to spend the day with the so-called Vampire Queen.   Ophelia seemed surprised when asked about the current design so far.  A cool, punk jacket, as per request from a customer. “What about more studs along the cuff of the jacket?  O-or a bad of color on the sleeves. It would make it pop.”

[neversunday]

[floatible‌]

     “I… I see.” She tugs at her own sleeves, which are perfectly cuffed at the wrists, unable to do such a movement. Even if she were to do as the other did and buy a coat, Cardia couldn’t justify potentially burning one were her other garments not covering. A constant predicament the girl carries with her! “I hope it doesn’t come to the point where I need one,” she speaks partly to herself. Although, her curiosity of the other woman’s jacket arises - in the case the poisonous girl ever were in a situation calling for a jacket. “Where did you get your jacket?”

 ||  Why wouldn’t need a jacket when the weather was forecasted for a chill in the coming weeks?   Then again so long as she returned home before dark, she would be fine.Fingers peeking from her sleeve come to touch a her lapel. “This? It came from where I am from, but I know there are other styles just like it around here. “  Ophelia stared, then pointed down the road. “ I work at Dressed to Kill  a short walk from here. They have nice jackets I may be able to get you a discount on. I can show you.”

[neversunday]

[kyngearthur‌]

                                               @neversunday

                                                               ♞

       IF THEIR LIVES WERE A STORY, how many arcs have transpired since her departure from Chaldea? Time here, in stark contrast to her previous dwellings, drifted by idly. There was no urgency in maintaining the subsistence of the citizens, and life appeared to thrive independently outside of the organization’s walls.

       Tranquility could be a shortcoming in itself. Having become comfortable with the wanton routine of Radiale’s peaceful environment, she’d taken a liking to slumbering in the middle of the park, with no regard for who she neighbored in the middle of the bench. By the time she woke from her mid-dream daze, her head had opportunely fallen on a woman’s shoulder, creating an impromptu pillow of it. 

     “Oh! Forgive my brashness – I did not mean to trouble you.” 

    || Gentle pressure upon her shoulder, the stranger’s comfort of her surroundings put in Ophelia’s hands a simple trust she could not ignore. The breeze, a whisper through the trees, the distant chirp of birds, the afternoon sun, all of sweet lullabies. Ophelia had been surprised at first, taken from her book, but glancing down at the Servant’s blonde hair spilling over her lapel or her serene, angelic expression amidst dreams, her thoughts drifte... Perhaps Lord Kirschtaria would wish to rest his head there too, one day.. If someone needed her for such a task, she would provide. “So, you’ve finally awoken,”  The mage was short, but not rude. She shook away her daydreams from her voice. Opehlia turned a page.

“ It was time spent with no trouble at all. You appeared content; I did not wish to disturb a servant of your caliber. Without master present, predicting Servant reactions is near impossible. The time allowed me the chance to study your parameters safely, too. In such a weakened state as thus, sleep is the natural way to conserve energy. I would prefer you not attack me now that you are awake, is all.” 

[neversunday]

[ @kindergardening ]

     ||  The store hadn’t opened yet. Dressed to Kill’s sales floor was  peacefully quiet and empty. Mannequins posed in the newest lines out, and the windows were decorated for the season.  She had come to enjoy mornings: reprieve before chaos and troubles of cilents. However, today would start out with a different issue altogether: A call for the store mechanic. Unfamilar footsteps echoed behind the mage. Ophelia turned around, clipboard hugged to her. She only had heard of the mechanic by name, but they... were shorter than she imagined.  Peridot,.  fitting name.

    “Good morning, Peridot. Apparently, the elevator has been  broken since last night. Some time after you left work.”  The girl stepped aside. “I thought to ask you before calling professionals. Has it broken before?”

[neversunday]

 [ @technopup ]

     || Luckily Iori knew the man, otherwise she was sure with his expression when she had approached hours before he’d refuse her.  Her phone had been on the fritz, and with the need to reach her at a moment’s notice between several employees, it was imperative to get it fixed. When he motioned her over, she accepted the phone back.  Hadn’t he dismantled it entirely? Impressed, she flicked through the screens. It seemed faster... different. 

   “ You more than fixed it. You... improved it?”

[neversunday]

[floatible‌]

“It isn’t really necessary for me to wear a coat if it never gets very cold here… right?”

    || “It’s merely brisk at night--” A coat-wearer has appeared! “ but that is without saying how quickly the weather may change. However, sleeves are preferred, if only for the ability to do... this.” Ophelia demonstrates but tugging her sleeve down and hiding her hand. “ There is something inexplicably comforting about it..?”

[neversunday]

[vitchslap‌]

@neversunday started following you

wow god really does give second chances

now gimme your eye

n-no! these eyes are only for lord kirschtaria!!

[neversunday]

 Hello! Long time no see! Work had be neglecting my blogs a bit but I’d like to fix that this week. I’m going to have a soft drop on threads older than the past event (excluding those whose turn is my partner’s) just to freshen up rpin’ a little. If you want to keep/ finish up those threads, let me know!  This is also for a starter call for Ophelia! Uncapped for now! She’s a simple mage who works as a secretary for Dressed to Kill.  Let her help you out.

[neversunday]

 [ @scathachaskadi ]

      || “I did not think such an event would transpire, especially not under your love, but outside of your land, it seems they made even that considerably weaker too.” Caster was among she first she found when the news broke out. It was strange, awkward, but indeed somewhat warm and comforting to be in Skadi’s presence-- despite having been a guest in her ice and snow. They place they occupied currently was quiet and safe, seemingly away from the slew of  zombies. Still, something didn’t seem quite right. Another powerful presence loomed just beyond the courtyard, eyes dulled  and shadowed by the setting sun...

[neversunday]

[ @chaldirection ]

     || Amidst the deafening confusion and chaos of the citizens, Ophelia’s voice was a wire pulled taut. “Director. You’re safe.” Louder, firm, a sort of friction and urgency hung from her voice, as if that wire was pulled to its limit. Her voice did not break, nor crack. A crypter could not fold under pressure. These happenstances of the city were to be expected. The entire infrastructure did not feel stabilized.  All it was missing was a tree of its own... an anchor. Ophelia reached for the Director’s wrist to keep her.   Another thing that was also missing was Archer.  She needed the Director’s help.   “ You said you had a servant, right? Where is it?”

[neversunday]

[championofgold‌]

The loud ringing noise that accompanies the ball smashing right against Ophelia’s face is enough to throw Clíona for a loop. Normally, in her experience, faces didn’t make that noise. Even ones with eye-patches on them - it was, for all intents and purposes, highly abnormal for something like that to happen. She sticks her pinky finger in her ear and closes an eye, looking over at the girl with mild confusion. Maybe her hearing was just going bad, since her arrival here. Everything was already much louder than her home world, and it could very easily damage her hearing…right?

Clíona slowly rests a hand on her hip and waves the other in an attempt to get her attention. “I do not think catching the ball is part of the game, Ophelia.” Not that she was even paying attention. “Perhaps…you should try hitting it, instead? If a strike as light as that is enough to knock you on your ass, I will do my best to go easy on you.”

     || The hit not only made her mystic eye ring, but the shock reverberated through her entire body. When it quieted to a soft chime in her ears, Ophelia finally seemed to come back to reality. She lifted a hand to her face, over her eyepatch. At the very least, she knew there would be no damage to the crystal eye, though she couldn't say she enjoyed the feeling, coupled with embarrassment. That never happened before.!  “Yes... Yes.” What was she even agreeing to? More death?    Slowly, the girl staggered back up, ball under her arm. She shook her head and  focused on her companion. Having one eye to the world was only troublesome when everything was out of focus. “ Maybe we should  just practice... gently. Until, we get the hang of passing it back and forth. That sounds... nice. yes.” She patted her cheek and moved back. Setting up a serve as perfectly as the manual, she bumped it beautifully over the net in a nice arc.