She who Rivals the Sun

"Behold my glory Hear the thunderous applause Sit down and praise My Golden Theater!" Apt:. # F-1 Ability: Magic Resist (Rank: C) Affiliated with Citta Alveare

[yatagarrasu]

a crash course with yatagarasu! [open]

Misaki was skateboarding through one of the parks in Sector 006. It seemed to be the only sector that wasn’t overly populated or looked like something out of hell. It was kind of nice in this one — eons better than the fucking ghetto he was assigned to live in. Like, what the hell? He might’ve been part of a street gang, but he wasn’t trashy… Was it the baggy clothes?

Anyway, he figured he’d spend the majority of time in this sector and the shopping district. Maybe he could get himself a job there… earn some money. It’d give him something more to do with his days, that was for sure. Misaki was getting sick and tired and disappointed. His search for any people he knew these past few days was, so far, fruitless. A job would distract him from missing his Homra clansmen for a little while.

Not today, though! Today, in Sector 006, the weather was great! Perfect for skateboarding around and listening to music. It reminded him of being back in Shizume City aside from a few missing key parts…

Fuck that negativity, though! Misaki turned up his music so that it was all he could hear, drowning out his thoughts (and surroundings) completely. He didn’t even plan on dwelling on how stupidly small the skateboard they gave him was. It was working for him for the time being, until he could earn his old one back. 

Misaki’s eyes were only fixated on what was in front of him; the path his skateboard was taking. Every once and a while they’d close and he’d inhale the fresh air, focusing on that amazing feeling of the breeze on his face. Skating made him feel like he could fly. He did a trick and suddenly he was soaring, weightless, and free. It was a more spiritual experience than one would think. Misaki left all of his worries and stresses on the ground while he was in the air. He’d fly high forever if gravity would stop pulling him back down.

With his music blasting, he felt like the only guy in the entire world right now; grinding off of rails and benches, doing various heelflips, kickflips, indys, and kickturns like it was nobody’s fucking business! Having tunnel vision while skateboarding, though, wasn’t always safe in a crowded area — and Misaki didn’t really hear anyone around him. So accidentally gliding into someone coming right off of a trick wasn’t his intention.

“Fuck-!” he shouted, a little louder than normal considering the headphones, falling to the ground. 

Misaki groaned, sitting up, and rubbed the arm he landed on. He then pulled his headphones off, shutting his music as well. Raising a hand to shadow the sun from his eyes, he squinted over toward the person he accidentally skated into.

“Oi! You okay?! My bad! I wasn’t payin’ attention!”

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The pain of the collision did nothing to diminish the awe that had taken hold of Nero. The young man's lithe body soaring through the air, muscle rippling under his skin as he flipped and turned with the skill equaled to a dryad resisting temptation. It was beautiful! Sculpturesque! At once, she was filled with the desire to capture his form with an artistic endeavor... through a triad of melodies? Slap colors against a hungry canvas? 

Nero shifted from the ground, posed on her knees and her hands quickly took a hold of the red head's own.

"I remain well! Tell me, o' illustrious youth... will you teach me this.... this glorious technique!" With her shoulder, she motioned towards his skateboard before devoting her attention back towards him.

"Grant me kindness! I would dearly love to learn!"

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[nronqsr-blog]

♔ The Drinking Game

"This will suffice."

By her noted preference, Nero's table had been set up in sector 06. As the only area granting her the aromatic scents of blooming flowers and the wondrous view of luscious strips of green, there was no other choice. It was blasphemous enough being forced to accommodate in sector 01's quizzical nature. To set up stand there? She would have none of it.

With a short ahem, she began.

"Come! Those who wish to test their tolerance against I -- Emperor Nero -- my spirit beckons you forth! I challenge those brave enough to a game of drink and will... and will reward those who win with whatever they so desire."

The saber sat, surround by cases of liquor. liquor and more liquor -- and if asked where she received these dizzy delights, her response summarized was: 'It was given to the gods, so I took it.'

Now the waiting game.

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saintism said: //tempted…

A naked Jeanne will be my prize, yes

badassemori said: i have like 20 icons of akane drinking ok

C... C-Challenge accepted!

[nronqsr-blog]

go and challenge someone into drinking contest

"Hmph. A contest suggests that I, by pure happenstance, would be denied victory. There is no mortal nor divinity nor brute nor force that may best me in a bout of clangs and liquor!

If you wish to try, come! Show your face!"

[[OOC: I guess like/reply to this post if you would like to be challenged to a drinking contest?]]

[misterallfiction]

Anonymously message someone with another member’s url, a location setting and a topic and that person will make a thread in said setting and about said topic with the specified user. They can be of silly or serious nature. Think of it as a fun little way to have some people interact with each other who haven’t already gotten the chance to. Or just a way to have two characters engage in ridiculous hijinks.

Example: basedaizen, sector oo3 ghetto, liquor store robbery

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> The meat is laughing. You’re not delusional. At all.

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Psh. Argilla, much? 

Sure, comprehending her outlandish phrases (and regal attire) was an arduous feat, but the Asura managed to collect the gist of her babbling. “Criminal” was universal for villainy, even in Muladhara, his home. He’d been accused plenty, either by making mess when dragging an enemy’s corpse to base for a dinner of five, minus Sera (she abhorred the digestion of foreign viscera, much to his dismay), or by barking his truths. Didn’t mean he favored the wrongful accusations. “I’m a beast, yer a nagging bitch; say we all have our downfalls.”

What tugged a laugh out of him was the “head on a mantle” threat. ‘I’d like to see you try,’ he would have used as an audible retaliation; but instead, he cooled his abrupt nature—for now. His powers had been lessened, and he was no longer a brutish force. For survival, he’d keep at it—preventing himself from nearing his time to perish. “Listen. I didn’t murder anyone; and even if I did, I wouldn’t cower, awaiting good-doers like you to find me. I’d face ya head on.”

[nronqsr-blog]

Ignored were the slights, the emperor's eyes locked to the bleeding flesh that betrayed his cry of guiltless. True, it didn't appear to be fresh... hardly the result of a random assault or inspired carnage. No, it seemed more likely the man, of all the things, robbed a butchery. How... abnormal. Repulsive, naturally, but her focus remain on how atypical it was.

"Your ignorant bravery deserves pitiable applauding... but if you've committed no acts of foulment, my hands remains civil and still." For now. Her hand moved from her weapon to cross over her chest and her eyebrow quirked in suspicion. The man breathed for violence, not even a fool could remain oblivious to that.

"Then humor me: For what reason do you drag that bloody stump?"

[nronqsr-blog]

♔Divinity

[skyfishhero]

Having found himself to just be plain miserable in this town, he hadn’t thought to look where he had ended up. The surroundings having gone from the slums to a more… classy appeal.Something that a boy of the slums found rather uncomfortable being in.

It wasn’t like he could turn himself around though and head right back to his familiar trash. No he was now stuck to walk among those of a higher living than himself. A sigh escaping the boy’s mouth as he took a moment to stop in front of a statue. His eyes taking a glance over the work in a bit of awe. The woman in red upon a throne looked so realistic. He wasn’t one to enjoy art but even he knew this was a true beauty to behold.

And then the beauty spoke.

With her eyes looking upon him he couldn’t help but flinch back a bit. If that woman was real what was she even doing up there, was she allowed to be sitting there?!

“M-My desires?”

Now that was a strange thing to ask of him. He desired a lot of things in life. To stop living in the shadow of his father, to move out of his grandpa’s house, to meet the great Holland Novak, to finally find love— The list went on.

“I don’t think what I want would be easy for you to help me with miss…”

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"... In the trail of your gaze sits beauty with no compare. A rival to the constellations, a grace to the mortal realm with offerings of grandeur!" Nero crossed arm over arm and beheld the boy with a steely gaze, disappointment cooling over her calm exterior. To think, she would experience such blatant rudeness upon her arrival... how ill-fitting!

"And yet, so boldly do you deny my capabilities.... Youth, have you enviously devour the golden spheres sliced from Jupiter's bovine sacrifices? Your near awe-inspiring insolence suggests so!"

It was no matter.

If the boy held no trust in her abilities, she would simply prove herself. In this city, she would have more than enough time to squander on those ignorantly drown in disbelief.

"Once again! Speak your desires -- they shall be granted!"

[nronqsr-blog]

♔Divinity

[counterguardian]

  Well if this wasn’t an unpleasant sight for sore eyes. And here he had thought that this imprisonment had graced him with some form of luck in life. To be rid of that fake grail war and all the servants within it, especially a certain one in red, that is what had made Hive City enjoyable for him.

The annoying squeaking he heard was unmistakable to his ears though. His mind told him to stop progressing down this part of the sidewalk and turn away. His feet did not obey. It must be a play of the mind, it would be impossible for them all to have ended up in this world. 

There was no grail, there wasn’t supposed to be one at least.

But there she was, as much of a pain as normal to view. The midget ruler of babylon did not seem to have any issues with residing in this new town. In fact it looked as if she enjoyed having a higher level of freedom. Here he would’ve thought her first thought would be to find their once adoring master.

He could see where her priorities laid.

“Your disappearance would be too much to ask for I would assume?” With her already in sight he could do little more but approach. His haughty voice booming almost as loudly as hers over the small crowd that had formed to see the show.

[nronqsr-blog]

If silence were a visible creature, it's coiled body would be see rippling through the crowd, devouring every gasp and words of awe that once hummed from her delighted audience. Her posture remained stiff and regal, though her countenance had begun to betray her: twitches of annoyance flickered through the Emperor's eyes and she raised her eyebrow at the intrusion.

"Hmph. If that is what you dearly desire, stop all envisages! It shall be granted with haste!" From her throne, Nero stood and step towards the audacious creature. The saber was no strangers to verbal abuse; like spots on a leopard, it would never cease to vanish from her sight. But to insult her before spectators .. the irksome twitch marked it's return as she stopped before him.  

"I demand equivalency in exchange! My sword desires the blood of your neck! With it, I take your perceptions, your kinesthesia! Thus, I shall disappear from your sight... desire granted.

... Is this agreed? If not, enough with your chatter!" 

[tendoyu-blog]

[nronqsr-blog]

Ask the character/mun: Ask the muse whatever you want for them to answer IC; or ask the mun a personal question to get to know better or to get an OOC answer [although we would like to keep these at a minimum]!

Truth/Dare: Be reasonable with the dares! If you start getting ridiculous no one will want to do them; characters aren’t really obligated to do all the dares they receive. Don’t forget about the truth part as well!

Headcanon: Anons send the character a word, or a name and you may write a small/long headcanon about said word!

Drabbles: Give the muse a prompt and they may write a short drabble on it.

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♔Divinity | CA RP

[elusivemaster-archived]

It was one of many Hakuno’s adventures to wander around the city and observed, finding places to have fun and etc. It seem to be a pretty normal city by far but she couldn’t remembered why she was here in the first place. Regardless, it was peaceful enough where Hakuno didn’t have to run around so much. So as she was passing by the more historical sections of the city, she noticed a crowd, gossiping in and about. 

“…” From what she heard, it seem like some lady in red decided to place herself in front of the shrine and apparently, listening to their dreams and wishes. For some reason, Hakuno this bubbling and strange feeling that…something wasn’t going to turn out right. So, diving into the crowd, Hakuno fought bravely to get to the front where she ended up falling in front of Nero. 

Quite a lovely reunion, don’t you say so yourself?

“…” 

“Ah…Saber…” She dropped her head down again. “Why did I have a feeling that it’ll be you causing so much attention.” Hakuno was showing mixed emotions. Should she feel happy that she was meeting with her beloved empress in red or embarrassed to see that her Servant was doing something like this? 

Wait, was Nero her Servant anymore, well it doesn’t really matter. Sitting up straight, Hakuno had back on her usual expression before raising her hand up. “My dream is to be surrounded by yakisoba bread.” 

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"...."

Saturn's intervention demanded time slow to a crawl; every detail magnified under scrutiny, emerald colored eyes beheld the sudden development in awe. A cascade of chestnut hair, a face so heavenly she envied that ground it kissed... and a hinting gleam of undergarments. The scene had stole the breath from her lungs and Nero found it difficult to breathe.

She was about to approach her former master with words of praise and longing -- until a certain string of words stopped the tearful reunion from it's birth.

"... Do I comprehend the utterances that fall of your lips? Of all things to be desired, your sole wish... is for bread!? A peasant's sustenance!?" Fury cloaked the empress's visage, her hands gripping her seat and nearly splintering it to shards. Was she making a fool of the roman? Or did her naivety know no equal. 

The Saber stood up abruptly, the crowd that surrounded them backing haste with every step forward she took. Her short stature and cute appearance aside, the blood lust Nero radiated persuaded her audience to retreat.

"Praetor... You perfect imbecile! How dare you maltreat a woman's heart! Were this a drama, tragedy would soon follow your head!

... I demand an apology!"

[devourfest-deactivated20131012]

> The meat is laughing. You’re not delusional. At all.

> Still, it’s inanimate; but who needs sanity when midnight daytime cravings are harsh enough?

He’d feel grief-stricken if not for the internal hellfire within; lava pools of agony sizzling his internal, more acidic than feverish—probably cooled by his attentiveness. Heat simply dangled his “weapon” like some petty, yielding prey, ‘cept he didn’t hunt these edibles on his own. It’s enough to have him grate his teeth together, grinding those bloodless whites with adequate severity; and he’d explode, quite literally, if fiery manifestations of his poor disposition could seep from every pore. What a fuckin’ blow! He wasn’t a damn baby—err, whatever that may be! Feeble, though; he knew infants were useless. Couldn’t wipe their asses, surely.

For now, his knuckles matched the bones of his mouth in hue, tension building. Infliction to his pride or not, the prize grasped by his right hand oozed temptation. Damn, how he could taste the raw exterior. He needn’t cook any of the meal within the handbag, but the trail behind, red droplets painting the ground and exposing where Heat traveled, forced a profanity beyond his lips. “Gale would ‘mock’ me for this shit—!” Comical, at best, for him to try a coverup; scraping his feet against the pavement in an attempt to cleanse evidence; angered yet nowhere capable of splitting the ground in his human form (but he’d cause a temporary quake by punch-collision). All he accomplished was irritating rubble. Sanguine eyes darted westward, his entire body frame stiffening. The sack of meat smacked at his thigh while he remained motionless; and as secluded in an alleyway as he “strategically” assumed, he caught sound of footfalls mere feet away. “T’ch, make yourself known!”

> Approach Heat, hands held skyward in surrender?

> Piss him off more.

> Steal his meat weapon.

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The acidic stench of blood. The roar of malediction. An invitation, however indecorous it may have been. Was it not an Empress's duty, when lawmen lacked commitment, to assert justice upon those who gorged upon bedlam? Her golden armor applauded her arrival, steps echoing against the stonework of the alley, her green-eyed gaze holding the other in contempt. Though for a second, it flicked from foe to stain, her eyes narrowing at the sanguine evidence drying on the concrete.

"... What jest! Truly locked within a cage we are, if I am to bound upon a beast of such despicable nature." 

Though wooden and weak, Nero's hand curled around her defiled weapon, brittled by the laws of this city. With her skills debilitated alongside it, her eyes couldn't gauge his strength. Though some of her strength remained and the saber would be quick to praise her own skills, as it was the saying, 'Better safe than sorry.' She would not make the mistake of underestimating of him. 

"Criminal! State your plea and perhaps I will grant you acquittal. If found unsatisfactory... tonight, your head will adorn my mantle."

However, she wouldn't yet refrain from verbal offense.

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♔Divinity

Nero was no stranger to worlds built upon falsehoods. She was but a construct of the SERAPH's will, after all, illustrated for the sole purpose of acting as gallant sword chained in servitude. However, save for a few unsavory notes, the emperor held no ill-bearings towards this fact. Despite subsisting in what was nothing more than an abstract concept of ones and zeros, souls and minds, the memories produced were of a wealth that gold and silver could never hope to achieve.

A copy is made for it was enamored by the original. It is that which strives for beauty, for acceptance. With this apologia.. imitations, too, were magnificent.

Whether Hive City would be granted this same respect had yet to be confirmed.

Her viridian eyes had scoped this simulated land, memorizing any and all important particulars that she could recognize before her golden-clad feet had brought her to the cultural sector. Rather than thrill herself with the bazaar of liquescent ethnics, Nero had chosen instead a quiet reprieve in one of the many shrines that filled the area. Uncharacteristic of her, perhaps, but a moment to rest and ponder would do her good before she engaged in any banter.

Gracing her gaze, a throne embellished by crimson decorations beckoned the artist. With a mirthful smile and a few click-clacks of steps, Nero seated herself on the seat made for the gods, for surely no person were more deserving than she.

And now it would seem the self-proclaimed 'goddess' had already received the first trickle of her audience. Immaculate timing.

"Mm? Speak your desires, courageous guest. Fortuna has guided another fate into my hands... tell me of your enchantments, your dreams,  your aspirations! And perhaps... I shall bestow them upon you, o' illustrious one."

Yes. She so did enjoy theatrics, especially upon unsuspecting parties.

She deserved a spot of fun.

[nronqsr-blog]

why is your url nrvnqsr? isn't nrvnqsr a dead apostle from type moon .. the word has nothing to do with saber nero.

Oh um, the Hebrew pronunciation of Nero as an Emperor, Nero Casesar, would be NRVN QSR. It equates with the number of the beast, since people had a generally low opinion of the actual Emperor Nero.

I thought it would fit better as a url than Whore of Babylon, which is what is generally referred to her.

Outside of Fate, I’m not too familiar with Type Moon’s franchise so I’m sorry for the confusion. Is this an acceptable answer?