finding the twilight.

"Do you wish to know the truth?" "That's why I'm here." haseo of the faction. will be tracking #recastx! affiliated with guerra sacra.

[deanimaaleone-deactivated201406]

You lucky little bastard with a soda… is what he’d like to say if he was more fond of drinking fizzy beverages. 

[recastx]

Suit yourself, at least he's not sweating to his death.

[timesrecord]

rain rain go away

the day is still young, young enough that the sun should be shining brightly in the sky, warming the hearts of those traversing the streets of rome. but today, it has been forcibly hidden away by thick, dark rainclouds, threatening to release their burden upon the wary populace at any moment.

it would be safe to guess that anyone with half a mind would be carrying an umbrella, not wanting to get caught in the definite downpour that is to come.

and yet, not everyone has that luck, as miranda is quick to discover once the rain finally starts to fall. she shuffles nervously, clutching the handle of her open umbrella tightly and watching as person after person passed by, not sparing her or anyone around them a second glance. which is why, she’s the first to notice the girl, wet clothes hanging off her small frame and an absolute miserable look on her face.

hesitating for only a moment, she pushes her way through the crowd, coming to a stop next to the girl and holding her umbrella so that it covers the girl instead of herself.

“ um, e-excuse me? if you want, you can have this - my umbrella, “ she says, smiling what she hopes is an encouraging and not creepy smile down at the girl, who merely looks at miranda for a moment before nodding once and grabbing the umbrella. she says a quick thank you, flashing miranda a grateful smile, before disappearing into the crowd.

and leaving miranda alone, under the pouring rain, without an umbrella of her own.

she’s drenched in seconds.

stumbling, she makes her way through the crowd, frazzled apologies leaving her lips, before she comes to a stop in front of a cozy, yet crowded, cafe. seeing no other option, she ducks in, standing in the doorway nervously for a moment, before heading over to a table with only one other person sitting at it.

hyperaware of how much a mess she must look, her clothes dripping wet and her hair sticking stubbornly to her face, she asks, " may i sit here? "

[recastx]

The young magus set out for today with plans of scouring the street for as long as the sunlight shines.  He has been in Rome for a while, mapping out its leylines day by day. To the unknowing eye they would only say a light-haired tourist, curious of all the sights the city has to offer. But he is not here for attractions. All his intents are focused on one thing: a war, a grail, and a wish. Day by day the burden of his choice weighs down on him, keeping his feet in place and remembering who this mission is for.

But Lady Luck frowns today, and soon little drops appear, hitting the pavement at record pace. Cursing his lack of foresight and an umbrella he rushes towards the nearest establishment – he reaches the door seconds before the rain turns into a downpour.

The café is cozy enough – warm and glowing with a homey atmosphere, the chatter soft compared to the rushing of the rain. The young man orders a coffee of pure black, and takes it to the first empty table he can see. He’d rather be alone: the presence of strangers would need the use of words, and allow the dangers of secrets spilled.

Already his mood is dampened with the appearance of rain. His ability to sense Servants and their stats aren’t as easily interfered with something like mere water, but the last thing he needs is a cold. He doesn’t want to waste his time sitting here and doing nothing, but he doesn’t exactly have any choice. He leafs over his notebook – scribbles of the different Servants and Masters he has seen throughout his scouting, waiting for the rain to subside.

Any reverie he might have had lies disrupted with the meekest of voices. By reflex he slams his notes shut and turns to glare at the woman in front of him. She’s drenched; anyone could see that, and most likely silly enough to stay too long out in the rain. Haseo scrutinizes her appearance, his stare lasting upon the dampness of her hair.

“You’re wet.”He states, bluntly. “You should have brought an umbrella.” The coffee is in his hands, the crawling warmth a stark contrast to the chill of the weather – or perhaps the chill the young lady is in, after being soaked to the bone.

Well, at least he didn’t say no.

[deanimaaleone-deactivated201406]

The heat of Rome is normal, but lord it’s hot today and frankly all he wants is to down some refreshments.

[recastx]

Sucks to be you. Haseo's pretty content here with a can of ice-cold soda.

No, he's not sharing.

[aequality]

The smile never leaves Yuko’s face, and she chuckles when he gives in. With a happy hum, she leans down to take a look at the picture he has.

"Ah, yes. I could certainly show you the way!" The woman’s expression is pleasant — almost unsettlingly so. "What are you offering as payment?"

[recastx]

This is nothing like an official match, but Haseo still feels like he lost something. He squints at her smiling face, still being suspicious, but it's not like he had any choice in the matter.

That is, until she mentioned some important detail. "What payment?" He frowns. "You were the one who waltzed in and offered help!"

[sciszors-deactivated20140531]

   ”Anyone know where I can find a bike? Not a pedal one, a motorized one." Priorities.

[recastx]

Your priorities, he likes them. "I saw a rental station down the street, but if you want to buy one you can look around with me."

[starwishings-deactivated2014111]

Only silence adorned her lips, as she pondered upon his words. Sure, he staggered her aback, harsh as he was, but Tsukiko was unrelenting. She wasn’t feisty, but there was a certain sense of strength only she possessed, but she lost it after high school… And somehow, slowly, maybe because she knew she had a purpose to work for…

“I-I wasn’t hesitating!

— I have only just gotten here, consider people’s feelings, and how they feel upon finding themselves in a new place! And … and, how about you yourself!? Have you found yours yet?”

[recastx]

He didn't expect that kind of reaction from her, and he definitely did not expect that new look in her eyes. Maybe she does have enough resolve to stay in here. He shrugs, trying not to show approval in his face.

"Better get used to it soon, you're going to run out of time."

At the mention of whether or not he has found a Servant though, he immediately goes silent. 

"..."

"I'm...I'm working on it."

[empaffectio-deactivated20160913]

Food, Food, Glorious Food! {open}

Yako had never dreamed of traveling to Rome. But, then again… she’d never exactly dreamed of being chosen by the Grail either. The moment she’d found out, it had been pure shock. Shock, and a whole lot of research. It was regrettable, but extensive knowledge of Rome was something she’d never gathered before. Of all the information she’d retained over the years, the ancient city’s finest qualities were unusually absent.

The blond teenager had promptly poured her entire being into scouring the internet. And books too, she wouldn’t ignore them. With all her prior hard work and effort, now, Yako is sure she’s ready.

Ready to take on the extensive and specialized cuisine of Rome! What meals are eaten at breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? And what about snacks and street food? And she couldn’t forget the specialty meals and exclusive treats..

Her mouth drools just thinking about all the possibilities. The only question left is when does she get to taste these glorious pieces of heaven

Then her nostrils flare.

Her eyes zero in

"You! What is that you’re eating!?" Her legs carry her faster than she thought possible towards the poor victim enjoying an elusive snack of some kind. She must… know what it is…! Maybe even…. get a taste…

But she’s not going to get too ambitious too soon.

[recastx]

Travelling is not something Haseo has on his bucket list. He’d rather dream of a small house for his own, and a lot of time for some peace and quiet. But shit happens and now he’s here – and given the circumstances, he doesn’t want to be anywhere else. Now he’s in Rome, and it’s a city strange enough for anyone to get lost in (not really), so for now he takes his time to look around and perhaps gather data. He has a map now, so that won't happen again.

Terrain is an important factor in battle, after all. Finding the best places to engage the enemy would be a huge advantage here. He buys food so he can eat lunch on the go, and then he's off to explore.

It takes him only five steps away from the kiosk to be ambushed by...who the hell is this girl?!

She's fast, really fast! Are hungry people really that fast when they see or smell food?! He draws his piece away from her out of reflex, although his eyes remain locked in suspicious towards this woman from nowhere.

"It's sup..." He never really paid attention to the name, he just grabbed whatever was cheapest from the store - something that looked like a croquette, but tasted almost like pizza. "...Suppti?"

[starwishings-deactivated2014111]

“Just because someone’s beginning to doubt themselves it doesn’t give you the right to shove them off!

— besides, I-I was just wondering, if I can find one in time!”

[recastx]

"There's no room for hesitation here. This is war. Don't enter here on a whim, or leave."

He doesn't want to kill anyone who's not willing to die for this.

"If you want a Servant, then start searching! Do you think they're just gonna waltz in your door and hand themselves over a silver platter?"

[starwishings-deactivated2014111]

“Servant, Servant… … Am I even fit for this thing…?”

[recastx]

"You're not up for this? Then just back out."

[recastx]

Alright, it's introduction time!

Hello, my name is Novas. I'm 19, and I've been on a quest to collect ALL the fandoms. So yes, tell me about your fandom - tell me all about it. I play Haseo (this guy) and Krusty (that guy) and if you want to plot/thread/etc with them, please hit me up!

My personal tumblr is mellonnin although I hardly log in there these days, and my twitter is ithiilien. Will be looking forward to having lots of fun here!

[aequality]

"What do I want?” she echoes. “No, no. The better question is, what are you searching for?”

Yuko smiles brightly. “I was simply wondering if you need any assistance!”

[recastx]

"What makes you think I've been searching for - argh." Being stubborn is the very reason why he's in this very situation, and it looks like he'll be running around in circles if this doesn't change.

Ugh. Whatever. "Do you know where this hotel is located?" He has a picture and a name, but the address below has been unfortunately smudged by a splotch of coffee. The flight attendant had been apologetic enough, but that wasn't certainly going to fix this up.

[aequality]

Call it a woman’s intuition or just some scary senses, but the witch can smell potential prey from a mile away.

She walks toward the boy with a slightly suspicious spring in her step. “Hello there, traveler!”

[recastx]

Unfortunately, elusive figures skipping out from nowhere do little to improve his move. He crosses his arms, staring at this strange woman in front of him.

"What do you want, lady?" Was the fact that he's new around here that obvious?

[recastx]

This can't be.

He practiced this, tried to memorize every detail he could see or find. He wasn't supposed to make himself into an utter embarrassment on his first step in Rome. He just can't. 

There's no way he's actually lost...Right?

[rinmaidtsuoka]

[recastx]

Yelling all the names.

SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEITH!

OVAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

SHINOOOOOOOOOO!

ATOLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

SAKAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

ALKAAAAAAAAAID!

I ran out of names.

How the hell did your vocal chords survive.