Reese Fujimaru

Lone surviving master of Chaldea, not that I wanted to be. Art can be found in zeroangelo13.

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Change of Colour

She kept grimacing every single time she turned around. Everywhere she looked that walls were the same bland surgical white. The cafeteria was white, the commons was white, the infirmary was white, the halls, bedrooms, training rooms and everything but Da Vinci’s office was white.

“We can change the scenery for you dear master, I’m sure the other would appreciate some colour as well.” Da Vinci hummed from across the room and Reese silently glared at the genius in return. “Oh come now master, that’s why you come in here no? A change of colour?”

Reese sighed and nodded her head, now only if the migraine beating away at her left temple would disappear from existence, that would be nice.

“Perhaps Rome would be good, or oh! I know-”

“Where in the world would we find enough paint for Chaldea?”

“Oh who ever said anything about paint? Fabric my dear master, fabric! You like purple right?” But before Reese could open her mouth again, Da Vinci had already turned away and was bustling about muttering about ‘fabrics’ and ‘colours’ underneath her breath. Reese lowered her forehead back to her knees, at least she wouldn’t have to worry about getting migraines from the walls anymore.

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“No One Saved Me!”

Jeanne D’arc...or, at least the altered form of the woman who now accompanied her. A twisted form of Jeanne but...Jeanne none the less. Instead of a Ruler classed servant, the darker version was an Avenger. 

Whereas Ruler was gentle and kind. Avenger was harsh and cruel. There was something...broken about Avenger. Her last words it made it all the more clear. As she watched Ruler interact with other servants, she wondered if circumstances had been different - if this Jeanne wasn’t the “Holy Woman” this form was, would she be the same as her altered form? Would she have fallen into an aspect of vengeance, twisted by a grudge against the people who she saved, but did nothing in return? She shook her head, taking another sip of her tea. There was no point for “what-ifs”, Ruler Jeanne was here now. But Avenger....

“No one saved me, I did everything! I gave my blood, sweat, and tears and in return they watched as I choked on my own breath and burned!” Tears, she didn’t think she would ever see tears in an Avenger servants eyes, yet there they were as she faded. Black streaks filtered from her body and faded in sparks of energy in the air. Her deep grudge against France’s people staining gold to black and she closed her eyes, lip trembling. “No one saved me...”

She guessed that, that’s the price of being a hero. You sacrifice your well being for the sake of others. Consequences be damned. That’s why most heroes are enshrined as martyrs and fall into legend.  And ironically, the ones who most deserve the happy ending rarely ever find one.

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Chaldea at Night

Chaldea at night was quiet. Empty. Servants had retired to their quarters or the night commons in order for the humans to sleep peacefully. She, however, didn’t sleep. It evaded her, like the blue lancer evaded projectiles or hit a wall like when Mash stood strong in front of her. So she wandered the halls. Chaldea was like a network of hallways, a maze that never seemed to end, and only those that knew where they were going would be able to navigate them. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so she wandered and thought. A dangerous thing, thoughts are.

It was the small things that ate at her. Memories of a face long gone, or a memory of watching a gruesome battle, but the worst were the feelings. The feelings that welled up inside that she never talked about. The rancid abandonment by her family, the guilt that ate her whenever she failed, the disappointment when she couldn’t give mana to her servants. Mash said she needed to rest more, Romani agreed with her. But rest did not come easy. In the darkness of her room, laying in the silence the feeling of helplessness would claw its way up her throat and choke her. It mixed bitterly with hopelessness and sorrow.

Perhaps one day she would talk about them. But that day was not today.

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Rome

Compared to the dim quiet of the first singularity, Rome was a roaring hurricane in the middle of an ocean that had oil spilled into it, then set on fire. Reese guessed that a first impression filled with the sight of a gory war between humans and servants would make someone think that. It was...a shock, to put it blandly.

While she knew of wars and death and was in a house that thought very little of it, it was still a shock to see it first hand. To watch...and she watched. With wide eyes and stuttered breath, heart pounding like a drum in her chest, she watched. She didn't sleep properly for days after, Nero was sympathetic having seen it in her new recruits before and had given her time before moving on. But it never got better, Reese still dreamt and still saw and still heard.

[reesefujimaru]

Just...Familiars?

It didn’t seem right, to treat them like familiars. Familiars didn’t act like people, familiars didn’t have personality unless it was given to them, familiars followed orders without giving you the stink-eye or grinning like madmen.

So treating her servants like they were her familiars, like her paper familiars, didn’t seem right. There was a difference...her servants, these were people. With hopes, dreams, and wishes they wanted with feelings and problems just like humans had.

She didn’t treat them any differently than she treated the human staff of Chaldea. They were family, they deserved better than being “just familiars”.

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Called a Hero in a Singularity

Is there anything worse than being a hero in a world that doesn’t even know it needed you? Reese doesn’t know the answer and shes sure that none of the servants know the answer either. Their stories and myths have long since been set in stone. Some for centuries and sometimes, she peers between her lashes at a certain golden archer, millennia. It hadn’t been the first time she had been called a hero, hell, even some of her own servants had said it.

It was hard to be called a hero...and not believe it. Would it have been better if she, herself, the only remaining Master of Chaldea believed it? She always wondered if someone else would be a better one. Perhaps they wouldn’t doubt themselves as much. Perhaps their legs would stay steady, their hands would be relaxed, and their breath wouldn’t come out in gasps when faced with a veritable mountain of enemies.

She wasn’t sure if she was taking the right path, she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right things but...and hand pressed against her shoulder and she turned her face to meet the eyes of the one who had been by her side from the start.

“Ready...Master?” Purple eyes crinkled at the corners and Reese’s own did as well as she stood and stretched before taking the steadying hand.

“Let’s go...Mash.”

She wasn’t alone. She would see this through...to the end.

[reesefujimaru]

1st Singularity Experience

Fuyuki...The taste of dust and soot, the sound of the flames and the clash of metal, crunch of bones, the sounds the shadow servants made when they talked - disjointed and broken. The sight of their reflection in the shattered glass of a window backed by flames and utter destruction. The weight of Olga’s presence at her back as the woman clutched her belt or shirt for comfort. The tremble she could see in Mash’s hands even as she held her shield steady against an onslaught. The grimace on Archer Emiya’s face when he tried to find the stars amongst the plumes of smoke rising from the city. Or the way that the Caster Cu Chulainn looked at the altered versions of his enemies. The feeling of dread that was like a physical weight upon her shoulders as she watched helpless as she watched the Director die.

Fuyuki was a nightmare.

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Magic Crest

“Are the most important important treasure of a lineage of magi.” - Wiki

Being the sole heir of the Fujimaru magi clan the families magic crest was passed from Reese’s mother to Reese over the course of her childhood however due to unknown circumstances Reese’s body physically manifested the magic crest as a mark (marking) on her lips and chin.

This caused a controversy within the clan and caused Reese to cover the lower half of her face constantly due to the scrutiny, stereotyping, and harassment from other magus and normal citizens alike.

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Mystic Codes

Owns the original Chaldea Mystic code of course, its required of all Chaldea Staff (with some exemptions) to own one and wear within Chaldea during operational hours however that policy became void when Singularity F was eliminated. Reese also owns the Chaldea Combat Uniform, Arctic Region Chaldea Uniform, Royal Brand, and the Mages Association Uniform (although it reminds her way too much of Olga and is therefore shoved into the depths of her closet. - “I do not need the reminder that what happened to her could very well happen to humanity.”)

Reese mostly works with Specialized Mystic Codes for everyday and Singularity use. Each Mystic Code she owns can be mixed and matched with other Mystic Code garments that help her servants, hinder their foes, or strengthen her own body.

She even has a mystic code that is a reindeer onesie Alter Jeanne d’Arc Santa Lily gave her (Santa Alter Artoria only made her wear an antler headband).

[reesefujimaru]

Reese Fujimaru - a Sansei (third generation) of immigrants in North America whose family are long-standing practitioners of the specialized magecraft of Onmyōdō in secret. Reese excels at the summoning of Shikigami and (later) rune magecraft inscribed on metal throwing cards. Reese moved back to Japan with a family member in 2005 and joined the Chaldea Security Organization on invitation in 2015.

Reese’s family line goes back generations before the Fujimaru family immigrated to North America and the lineage is old and powerful. Da Vinci theorizes that Reese’s background in Onmyōdō as well as her lineage and the quality of her magic circuits is what allows Reese to contract several powerful servants at the same time (after they were fully opened in the Fuyuki Singularity).

Reese also has her family magic crest but is unsure how to fully utilize the power it gives her.

[reesefujimaru]

Headcannon my own Master of Chaldea as a card thrower, and not just any random deck of cards - like metal cards with the edges sharpened to cut and engraved with runes and magic circles that give different effects on them. Has multiple different coloured runes/circle engraved decks - like a red circle/rune is fire, blue is water, white is ice, yellow is wind, green is earth, and purple is lightning.

Like at first it started out as just a hobby (because throwing dangerous sharpened objects is awesome) with barely any magic put into it because she wasn't that good at utilizing her magic circuits for fighting but as time goes on with the support of her servants (especially archers, assassins and casters) and the employees of Chaldea she finally creates her own rare brand of magecraft and becomes an extremely unique part of the Chaldea group.