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[Independent Multimuse RP Account for Fate/Grand Order. Single Verse. Canon Servants/Servants from Other Fandoms.] Master: Dankuri Memeko

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-You ever just have, like.  A feeling.  A sorta sensation.  Just like there’s about to be an Occurrence.-

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[Perpetually overworked Noodle Man] Someone's pulled some strings for you it seems. That's really the only explanation as to how you've gotten a PS5 with most of the juicier launch titles about a month and a half before it should be on the streets. Happy Birthday overworked Noodle.

-With Master currently gone for this extended duration of time for the final singularity, he’s been as overworked and as noodle as possible.  The whole Mage’s Association issue hasn’t stopped being a thing in one timeline just as the Incineration of Human History hasn’t stopped being a thing in Chaldea’s timeline.  Checking up on alliances and talks in one while keeping a tab on Giant Gorgon’s Hellhouse?  That’s been a thing.-

-Needless to say, this birthday deal hasn’t exactly been on his mind too much within the last... well, god, he just fucking forgot about it.  He sees a present waiting for him and that’s his yearly reminder he’s crawling ever so closer to death without having gone up another rank within oh my god that’s a fucking Playstation 5.-

What in the bloody hell--?!

-Surely it’s a trap.  Surely it’s Mephistopheles about to pop out like a murderous jack in the box with a bomb.  No, he’s not.  That’s a real PS5 now in his hands?  And?  And the sender made sure it wasn’t a digital-only copy?  While deeply worried about Gray and her well-being, he’s sort of glad she’s not here to witness whatever sound is coming from his mouth as he kneels down to inspect this.-

-But who sent it???-

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Who is she? 

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-Takes a deep breath.-

-Then, as if she’s Rock Lee removing his weights, with some fanfare.-

-She’s canon now.-

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rolltherainbow​:

“Well, if you want to do a little of both I’m happy to tag along. Ice cream cones are a perfectly portable food after all.”

She sees you eyeing up your smartphone or maybe even your tablet, but surprisingly she’s not giving you the stinkeye over it.

“As for those three. I think the rampage is over, although I hear Jeanne is nursing a pretty bad hangover. Oh and that Atalante may or may not have eaten a clown.”

“Seems like a pretty normal night for them, all things considered.”

“Don’t worry though, this doesn’t need to be anywhere near that level of intensity.”

-Both the phone and the tablet are going--and they are also going into the folds of her hammerspace-like kimono layers at the moment.  Tamamo wouldn’t punish her over something she likely has herself on her person, somewhere.-

I’m not sure I wanna hear about the clown vore specifics, or Jalter puking over evrything.

Yeah, I’m.

I’m more for the low impact, no sweat, no body fluids spilling normal time out.  

Gonna drop that topic if we’re eating ice cream.  

-A pause.-

I-It’s still ice cream weather, right?

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rolltherainbow​:

“That’s the spirit!”

Ah, physical violence or the threat thereof. The cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.

“It doesn’t have to be far at all. Just getting outside is really the point that I’m after. Small steps, my girl, small steps.”

She frees you from inflatable rubber doughnut hell. But she’s got her eye on you missy. Any funny stuff and she’s gonna dunk you hard.

“I mean, even going for an ice cream, or a bite to each somewhere is fine, figure. Although no fast food, and I’m not just saying that because the Alters ransacked all the joints within a 10 mile radius yesterday.”

W-Well, that’s.  That’s okay.  I guess.

-Hopefully it’s not a full technology detox?  Surely not.  At least when she’s freed from inflatable hell, she’s standing up and surprisingly compliant, all things considered.  She brushes herself off.-

Yeah, I heard that Salter and Jalter and... Balter?  Is there a name for Berserker Atalante??? Anyways, they just went ham on the whole fried goods thing.  I-Ice cream is fine or...

IRL shopping...? I haven’t done that in forever, and maybe I’ll see a place that has walk in promos for figures not available online... 

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rolltherainbow​:

“Those are such absurdly boring answers that I want to cry!”

“Where’s your joie de vie? Where’s your lust for life?!”

“The poetic subtleties of a fan is that it goes ‘brrrr’ at the same boring constant rate. You turn it up, you turn it down, but it’s always the same. Do you even know what day of the week it is? What month it is?”

“How has time not blended together like a refreshing smoothie for you?”

“Every summer it’s the same song and dance! ‘I’ll get out tomorrow’ then ‘next week’ then ‘next month’ then ‘oops guess I’ll just make the most of next summer’!”

“Well ‘next summer’s summer’s summer’ is here and almost gone!”

“So it’s time to do something.”

“Or else naughty NEETs go into the Tamamo Wiggler™.”

Oh shit she has Strength B that is a legitimate threat.  

Well, I’m pretty sure it’s...

-Oh god she realizes she doesn’t know what month it is.-

-Time is definitely smoothie’d, that’s definitely right.  There’s a certain look of “oh shit, she might have a point” on her face before she just tries to smooth that over.-

-Actually, the biggest threat comes in the form of the Tamamo Wiggler.  She might not have type disadvantage or be classified as Male, but the Tamamo Dick Destroyer NP is powerful enough.  To say nothing of that Strength B.-

O-Okay, okay, okay, okay!  I get the point!  I-I get the fleetingness of youth and summer and stuff!  A-And sometimes a break is just plain ol’ good!

... J-Just not too... too far from here, okay?

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Continued from here

You are dragged, inevitability, inexorably to the kotatsu, ending up ass over teakettle in the process. Even though you had to slow your own roll for the sake of your merch she’s not showing any such luxury in return.

Finally, finally emerging from under the sheet, she stands above you, triumphant.

“Mu~hu~hu~! The beast of summer isn’t so easily forgiving Hime-chan!”

“There’s barely any time left and you’ve been cooped up in here for the entire season! No summer memories to speak of at all! No pool parties. No backyard BBQs!”

“No.”

“Summer.”

“Flings!”

She hits her fist into her hand to emphasize each word on that last one.

“It’s abundantly clear that an object at rest remains at rest unless it’s forced into motion. And so just call me Force Fox Alpha!”

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-She finds herself looking up at a lot of leg.  And a lot of tail.  The shadow cast from the brim of her hat just gives Tamamo a suspiciously dangerous look.  Beast of summer, indeed.-

Pleeease!  My memories of summer are pleasant enough!  There’s a definitely, totally refined pleasure of the sound a desk fan makes as it blows against your cheeks as you work!  

There’s some poetic subtleties there!

And no way, no how do I need a summer fling!  I can get BBQ delivered if I wanna!

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You point an accusing finger at the kotatsu, accusatory-aily! For a moment it seems like maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you because absolutely nothing happens. Until an inflatable pool ring shoots out in an attempt to throw itself over you! It's got a rope attached! Oh lord what kind of rigged-ass half rate Toreba shit is this?! As it attempts to reel you in you finally hear it. Kon~kon, the table says! Kon~kon!

-Ah, she should have know.  Of course.  It’s too late, though, for her.  She’s sitting down and all bundled nicely for a pool ring to just comically slide right over her and capture her like she’s some figurine that someone’s probably spent a bit too much money on snagging.-

Release me, right nownasai--!!!

-She tries to struggle against it, but just ends up getting turned and flipped upsidedownways somehow.  Also like someone trying to get a figure on Toreba.  She kicks her legs until she realizes she might just send a dakimakura into that Musashi figure with the paint drying.-

-That’s when she can hear it.-

Tamamamamamo-- Pl-Please!  This is stupid!!!  Don’t make me go out!!!

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The tension rises like a scene in a horror movie as you realize that the SUMMER IS ALREADY IN THE ROOM WITH YOU. How and when did it get here?! No wait that's not important, the important thing is where is it? Even among all the Amazones boxes there's not enough room to hide (getting close though), and really the only other place ... is ... the kotatsu ... you know, the one you're sitting at right now....

-Wait, no, no, no--she doesn’t have her swimsuit, she hasn’t prepared at all!  And it’s--it’s way too late in the season for this, she’s gotta wait for next summer, or maybe a rerun, maybe, before she can do anything.-

-She’s got to escape--or defend against the tides of summeriness that are crashing down and threatening her shut-in life style.-

-She checks along her boxes, her figures, in stashes of snacks with a glance until she realizes that the centerpiece of her room could be hiding it.  It’s like a horror movie--when you realize the killer is already in the room with you.-

C-Come out!  I-I can tell you’re here!!!

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[Hime-chan] You get a terrible feeling washing over you. Like. Like the outdoors is coming to get you! Like a sunny day is going to ambush you and you're in no way prepared for it! You have scant moments to prepare!

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, LET ME PREPARE, PLEASE--

-She is not at all ready for what is about to happen to her.-

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-Fuck whatever Frosty abomination is going on in this Weedy’s.  She’s feasting.-

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maidenofresentment​:

“Well, I’m sure that you’d have to balance it against the shitty ad revenue until the video inevitably gets demonetized for being ‘fun’.”

“Anyways, hit up a booze place first. Whenever we get to a Weddy’s I’mma put so much Irish cream in a frosty that Scathach is gonna slap me around for being a bastard child when I get back.”

-That manages to earn a loud laugh from her?  That’s kind of impressive.-

Consider it done, then!  That will be funny enough to see!  

So long as you don’t attempt mixing it while I’m driving, of course.  I sure as hell don’t want to clean up booze Frosty on my bike.

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saintchunks​:

If it’s a matter of keeping up with you, there’s no problem. I can outpace any vehicle without breaking a sweat. My agility outranks my counterpart’s, for starters.

… I could use my wings to fly, too. Though that’s if you two don’t want me plowing through any cars.

Well, that is good to know.  

And, actually, running along with rather than flying.  Might have to catch that big-breasted matchstick I’ll be carrying along with when she inevitably tumbles from the back.

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-From the shadows...-

-Big sister is glad someone here is making friends!!!-

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saintchunks​:

If there’s garbage where you’re going, I’m coming too. There isn’t enough trash around here for my taste.

[Her tail’s wagging. Just a little.]

Very well.  I have on objections. 

Though...

...  I don’t think my motorcycle can carry both you and that witch.  Can you keep pace along side me?

Plus, honestly, for the best since I know she’ll be drinking.

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maidenofresentment​:

“It’s a holiday so I think I’ll spare the four horsemen of the apocalypse lookin’ bullshit for actual work days. Plus like I dunno if the wyvern’s unionized and I ain’t paying for overtime.”

“Also if I get sloppy enough to let go it probably means that I’m so drunk I’m gonna ragdoll anyways. Knowing you you’ll manage to record it and put it on Youtube with a Clair Du Lune cover or something.”

“Until then I’ll hold you tight n’ all that super gay shit.”

Jeanne you say that like you aren’t the sloppiest bi this side of Mebbers.

“Let’s hit the road, Burger King.”

Fair enough, and they deserve fair time off and compensation.  Let them recuperate.  Plus it means we would likely have to feed them as well.

-That’s why she’s lawful evil.-

And, you’re not wrong.  Perhaps a montage of you falling off to the Wii theme?  That’ll be as much comedy gold as watching the Green Knight’s head go flying at dinner, though.  There’s potential, but I’d also be responsible for you foisting your remains onto me to haul back.  

-She gives a shrug before giving a nod exitwards.-

Enough talk, more burgers.  Let them know that the sun has set on their french fry stores and their alcohol.