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「who am i?」

[npcmaster]

should prooooobably do my intro now

hi im mick and im a sixteen year old scottish girl!! this is my first time musing hakunon in a good few months so let me know if you feel theres anything i could improve on!

lesse ive been on the rp scene on tumblr for about four years now, you might know me from frw when it was around (i was kyouko himeno) and over at UN too! 

my interests are mainly video games, mostly the otome genre and touhou, but i like drama cds and various other bits and bobs too

uhhh school starts up again for me soon (like tuesday soon) and im a little lazy so im sorry if my replies take a while but i swear i havent forgotten you..................

uhh you can reach my twitter or tumblr at kataokayue on both sites, tho i also have @overlordings on twitter as my open account (tho you'll have more luck with kataokayue) 

iiiiiii'm rambling too much now but i look forward to meeting everyone here!!

[npcmaster]

#TeamSensible { gou&hakuno

The entire situation was beyond anything Hakuno Kishinami had ever encountered before, and if you asked her, she'd already seen a great deal of the utterly unbelievable. She hadn't been killed by another Master, hadn't been killed by anything lurking in BB's Labyrinth. How had she died? Why had she died? What had she ever done to deserve an afterlife like this?

Questions didn't matter now, really; without her Servant, she was merely a powerless girl against hoards of the undead, the undead who were stronger, faster than her. She wished mana hadn't dried up. She wished she could do something to fight them off. Curled up in a rotting bookcase in some abandoned building, Hakuno decided that this probably was not her greatest moment. She'd had her fair share of blunders, but this was pushing it right into a new level of terrible. Rin Tohsaka would be laughing her ass off, she imagined. But she couldn't just stay here forever.

As luck (or not) would have it, a reason came soon enough. A creaking sound, the door of her shoddy headquarters creaking open. The front door was three rooms over; there was no way to exit from this room aside from the door leading in. Whoever, or whatever, had entered the house could easily corner her.

In that case, she needed a weapon. Scrambling out from her position, she glanced around the room -- destroyed, as one would expect -- and plucked what she assumed was a broken chair leg from the rubble. Just as she turned back around to scuttle back to her hiding spot, the door clicked open. Trapped. Nothing left she could do then; holding out her makeshift weapon, she tensed as she waited for whatever was on the other side to come through. 

[npcmaster]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"School. Endless school. That sense of something being wrong. It wasn't a very fun time."