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Living without protecting what needs to be protected is the same as death... Sakata Gintoki | Affliated with Guerra Sacro Sidebar Image credit

[princedisjointed]

Mahiro eyed the disheveled looking man in front of him for a moment before gathering his thoughts. Could he really be a servant? When he sat and thought about all of the other servants he encountered, his own included, he couldn’t find it in himself to think it was impossible.

"I’m pretty sure my mother told me not to talk to strangers either."

"And by my standards, you’re as out of place as everyone else here so you fit right in with the rest of these weirdos."

[shiroyashaha]

Crimson eyes stared back at the blond, expression as dead as it had normally been before his death as he gave the magus a once-over. He had met a few of these so-called masters so far, and their determination was a common factor, but even among them there was something defiant in these eyes, almost as if rejecting the world itself.

"Well, you obviously don't listen to your mother much, since you spoke to me first, and didn't bother to introduce yourself, huh? I'm positively hurt, you're talking almost as if you're not one of 'these weirdos'."

What a flair for the dramatic sometimes, Gintoki.

[casualgodslaying-blog]

this was taking too long.  he’d come for a war, not for a waiting period, yet here he was, wasting his time away doing absolutely nothing except walk around this city.  not to mention the fact that it had lost it’s novelty the first time he came here with Canaria, so there wasn’t a whole lot to do here that he hadn’t already done

the boy was lying down on the side of a small hill, waiting for night time to head back to where his master was staying.  but a shadow threatened to destroy even this.

"Oi, if you block out the sun like that I’m actually going to fall asleep" he told the figure creating the shadow.

[shiroyashaha]

Oho, so there were actually places like this here too, a small hill much reminiscent of the grassy slopes by the riverbanks back in Edo. It was with a peaceful feeling, one of the few since getting here, that Gintoki took in the sight, pinky stuck obnoxiously up his nose.

The voice that drifted up from below caused him to look down at the speaker, a servant from the feel of it, and he continued picking at his nose for a second before bothering to respond.

"Oi, oi, that's not exactly a bad thing is it? Unless you think that somebody's going to come by and off you while you do."

It was a passing statement with no maliciousness behind it, with the samurai taking a seat to the side of the boy and kicking back, arms crossed behind his head as he lay down as well. Lazing around was just his kind of thing.

[princedisjointed]

Having finally finished his shopping, Mahiro headed home from the most recent store he visited with a large bag in hand. All that was left was to get back to his hotel room and finish his preparations. However based on his recent pattern of running into participants of the war, as if this city was only populated by them, he simply counted down from thirty as he left the store.

3…2…1.

Mahiro stepped back to avoid bumping into a roughly human sized cluster of magical energy. He hadn’t been paying attention since he figured that either way he’d encounter something of this nature sooner or later.

"Well you’re right on cue. So let’s hear it, Master, Servant, ghost, what are you?"

[shiroyashaha]

This form was convenient in that it didn't require rest to function, not currently at least, something that could be considered fortunate given the circumstances, With the constant thought of war looming over his head, Gintoki might otherwise have found himself plagued with nightmares of the past once more.

Still, he found the situation less than pleasant, which also meant that he was likely to slip into his most abrasive and dislikable state. And met with a rather abrupt 'greeting', he did just that, voice disapproving in the most mockingly casual way ever. This meeting was already off to a great start.

"Oi, oi. Is that anyway to greet someone now? Didn't mother ever tell you that you should introduce yourself before asking someone if they're a ghost? But I suppose that by your standards, I'd be both ghost and servant, since they're the same thing, no?"

[wanderinghylian]

a link to the city △ open

[wanderinghylian]

"I guess you’re right, i’s a little bit of a dark way of looking at it," he agreed with a laugh, but his tone was slightly grim. "Although in a way, this war has already begun," he added, looking carefully around him. "The fighting hasn’t started, yet there is still a sense of danger in the air brewing, isn’t there? " Alliances and strategies were already being formed, and it made Link feel uneasy.

He liked this man well enough, though; he seemed honest enough, if a bit odd, but that had never bothered him. He finished his drink, and briefly checked his equipment. Satisfied, he extended a friendly palm to the samurai. “Perhaps I will see you on the battlefield?”

[shiroyashaha]

Lips parted in a wry grin. "The fighting hasn't started, but you could say that in some ways, the war's already begun, no?" All this business with finding masters, forging fragile alliances which were just as likely to be broken, much as it left a bad taste in his mouth, was the reality of this situation. It was a bitter expression in his eyes for a split second, for much as he talked about wanting a peaceful life, he had learned from personal experience that in some ways, once you'd taken part in war and its horrors, the fighting never quite ended inside of you.

A tad surprised at their short meeting, Gintoki drained his glass as well and gave the other's hand a short shake. "Ah, perhaps, and with luck under pleasant circumstances."

[wanderinghylian]

a link to the city △ open

[wanderinghylian]

Link raised his eyes to meet the man who had suddenly welcomed himself to his table, hesitating for a moment before smirking slightly and resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah, I found these Romans a little strange on my arrival here,” he agreed. The man was certainly not from around here, and the fact he had approached him and his conspicuously strong magical presence seemed to indicate that he was also a Servant who was recently summoned.

"Peace is surely precious but, I’m anxious too…I’m guessing that people like you and me are probably more used to times when things are in turmoil, anyway."

[shiroyashaha]

His attention was redirected for a moment to the waiter setting his glass of strawberry milk down in front of him, casting the pair a curious look before he returned to his duties. It probably wasn't too often that two men, both dressed strangely for the time and place, sat down at this cafe and ordered nothing but milk.

Raising the glass to his lips, he took a gulp before responding. "Saying it like that is kind of depressing, oi? I'm fully behind a peaceful life, I'm sure it'd be less troublesome. Besides, there's no point fretting, is there? You seem like a man who just does what needs to be done." Better that than a viciousness which is all-consuming. He leaves that bit unsaid, memories of a certain raven coming to mind. There will certainly be foes with the same blood-thirst in this war.

[wanderinghylian]

a link to the city △ open

On the patio of a small cafe, a young man sat at a corner table alone. He looked uneasy but also a little enchanted with his surroundings; he had never seen a city so big in his life. Hyrule Castle Town didn’t even come close. The people all looked different, the language (which he was thankfully granted use of by the Grail) was different, and the cafe staff had given him a very strange look when he ordered a glass of milk. It didn’t seem that humans knew about milk bars, which Link thought was a shame. The glass he received was a little colder than he was used to and average in taste, but he thanked the waiter anyway with a smile. He had stashed away his sword for the time being in his bag, but he still felt as though he stuck out a lot due to his clothes. They probably just think I’m a weird foreigner, though.

The Holy Grail. A magical artifact that grants wishes. It sounded a lot like the Triforce, and Link imagined that it was just another version of the Triforce, probably left there as a manifestation of the power of this world’s gods. However, that made him feel uneasy. The Triforce was like a mirror; only the intentions of the user could be reflected in the wish. There would be trouble if somebody like Ganondorf acquired the Grail. If I want to stop that from happening, he thought, first I have to find a master. While it felt good to be in a corporeal body he could feel it draining on energy. He needed to find a link to this world if he wanted to stay and fight within it. Sipping his milk, he smiled to himself. Well, these things do have a way of working out.

[shiroyashaha]

Wandering the city, he could sense scattered amidst the normal population, those whose aura stood above the rest. In some cases, the presence was far beyond human; those would be the servants. In others, strong magic from the mages of this world. This had only become more constant as more participants arrived at this place, a reminder of what was inevitably drawing closer.

Nonetheless, there was no point in fretting about what was not yet here; quite frankly it would be too troublesome. So he said, even as he quietly noted locations as he explored the city. Gintoki was a lazy man, but he was by no means foolish, nor would he throw the towel for a fight he had no choice but to take part in.

There was something interesting that he would encounter on this occasion though. From the intensity of the aura surrounding him, he was definitely a servant. Sitting in a cafe with a cup of milk. An order that was anything but common, but what did Gintoki know about normal orders, what with his azuki bean rice bowl amongst other things? On a whim, he walked toward the corner table, taking a seat without so much as a look to check if he was welcome.

Only after signaling for the waiter and placing an order for a glass of strawberry milk did he see fit to meet the blond's eye, although his face remained dull and expressionless.

"Good, good. Glad to see someone else who appreciates a good dose of calcium oi? It'll serve us well in less peaceful times."

His words might seem foolish to those who didn't know what he was talking about, but really, it was just a subtle way of saying they were both in the same boat. Or maybe not. It was hard to tell with Gintoki sometimes.

[shiroyashaha]

if you can't beat them; join them! | Yuko & Gintoki

It seems money sticks with him better now that he's dead, rather than when he was alive. Perhaps its the fact that he has no use for it in the long term, or that he's preoccupied with thoughts other than finding a casino and attempting to multiply his funds, but either way, he's managed to gather some small funds from some odd jobs here and there. Nothing much really, just enough to get some food from time to time, because although there isn't a physical need for sustenance, there's something unsettling about not eating or drinking.

But this is Rome we're talking about. Tourists abound and where the fish are, sharks are sure to follow. In this case, that would be the pickpockets swarming amidst the crowds.

He smirks as he feels a hand try and slip in his yukata and retrieve his wallet, casually relieving the culprit of his own without skipping a beat. Nice, this actually feels heavier than his own. That's one way to profit.

He wonders how long it'll take the pickpocket to realise he's been bested; if he'll even realise. Better luck next time kid!

[shiroyashaha]

night bloom | Byakuya and Gin

[kizokugenri]

"… Is it your intention to be so crude?"

Such a casual manner of speech was something, unfortunately, he was going to have to become accustomed to; this time simply wasn’t as respectful as he’d like.

Not that it made the stranger’s actions any more excusable; it was one thing to have a habit, but to continue to act in that manner in front of another? Turning away - if such insolence was to occur, at least he could avoid looking at it - his gaze would roam over the city. If information wasn’t so valuable, this entire incident would be ignorable, but it was far too desirable to let an encounter with another servant slip.

" Never mind. It is irrelevant, compared why you’re here, isn’t it? I’d have hardly thought a city of this size to be a suitable location for this. "

[shiroyashaha]

Gintoki scoffed a little at the other man's question. Crude? Going by the regal air with which he carried himself, he was probably one of this prissy rich noble types, or something of that sort. The sort that he never really cared for.

Pulling his pinky out of his nose, he flicked his booger off his finger casually, completely uncaring of what the stranger thought of it, or of him.

"Doesn't matter where it's held, does it? This farce of a war. If anything, I'd say the grail has a sense of irony. Rome, the city of the coliseum, where battles of blood and glory are fought." There was a wry smile on his face as he continued, even if amusement was completely absent in his tone. "It's so stupid it's almost funny."

[shiroyashaha]

night bloom | Byakuya and Gin

[kizokugenri]

A nice night to be out, wasn’t it? Dark enough that it seemed everyone was content to walk around under the street-lights; to enjoy the varied nightlife of Rome. Or, rather, almost everyone; Byakuya hadn’t been expecting to come across another on his admittedly lazy scouting out of the city.

Particularly not one who almost, at first glance, passed for someone of his era. Were it not for the casual way the yukata was worn, and the disgusting habit the other seemed to have, he wouldn’t have been surprised at all if it had been a familiar face. No doubt that the silver-haired man was a servant as well; why else would he be wasting a perfectly good vantage point? 

"You don’t seem to be taking this at all seriously."

[shiroyashaha]

There was something about that new presence that was unlike that of normal humans. The obvious fact that he was standing on the roof of his high building and that his dressing was anything but typical of what Gintoki had seen of the city aside, there was something on a less physically perceivable level that distinguished him from any human. Something more akin to the state that Gintoki himself was in right now.

A servant.

Sitting up, he looked the newcomer in the eye, pinky still obstinately stuck up his nose.

"Oi, oi. What's it to you, huh?"

[shiroyashaha]

night bloom | Byakuya and Gin

It's a strange feeling, not being able to feel hunger gnawing at your stomach even after hours. Perhaps a reminder of how he wasn't truly part of this world any longer. Lying on the roof with his arms under his head, he gazed upon the stars in the velvet sky, bringing a hand to his face where he started picking his nose, unperturbed by the sounds coming from the people going about their nightly business far below.

After all, he might as well relish the peace while it lasted.

[shiroyashaha]

Samurai's back | Chizuru

[oninoun]

    What could she say to that except — “They don’t sound very nice …”

    She wasn’t about to tell him that his melancholic look had given her almost the same exact impression.

    “Duty.”  His question is an easy one, and she answers it with fluidity. There is no hesitation where there perhaps ought to have been, and no wavering on a subject which could very well cost her her life. Countless others before her had given their lives for a similar purpose, she reminds herself, so why not her?

     But it’s not just the duty she has to uphold the Yukimura Clan that she speaks of.  Behind her participation is also the duty of an older sister — that to ensure that her younger brother is well-off and looked after. His comment, however, has caused another question to buzz in her mind.

     ”Unhappy or not, though, the Grail has chosen you.” A pause; and then, a subject change so swift that even a Rider could not have caught up to it. “Does … does dying hurt?” As prepared as she is to make the final sacrifice, she would be crazy to think that it didn’t still scare her.

[shiroyashaha]

Her statement causes a small smile to reach his lips, a gentle expression that adds a soft light to his eyes. "Hah. Aint that the truth? Those idiots never did seem to hold much regard for me, oi." He chuckled a little at the memory of Kagura and Shinpachi demanding he carry them despite his beat up body. But...those had been good days. "Ah, they were the worst, really." It was obvious in his expression that he didn't mean that, for begrudging as the statement was, his expression made it evident that those he had been speaking of were precious beyond belief.

Her response, while not quite expected, reminds Gintoki of some of the comrades he fought alongside. While he wasn't about to question her resolve to fight with duty as her motivation, he knows as well that speaking of duty and having to slide a sword out of a man's dead body are two entirely different things. It's a path he'd rather not others follow, and its a thought that spurs him on for this war.

Chosen. And while he's here, whatever his preference, he'll do what he can to stand straight and protect his soul.

The subject change catches him off guard, but his chuckle is amiable. "Oi, oi, of course dying hurts. Hurts like a bitch, the whole life ebbing away from you thing. Of course, it depends on how you go, because there are some painless ways, but most of them hurt like hell."

As an afterthought surrounding his own death, he adds, "It's not too bad if you can accept it though, if you don't have any regrets. Can be pretty peaceful."

He reaches out and pats her on the head gently, a gentle grin on his face. "Still, don't go about throwing your life away, oi? You've still got a long road in front of ya, and there's no point to tossing that aside carelessly."

[shiroyashaha]

Samurai's back | Chizuru

[oninoun]

     —- Servant.

     In the past, the word had held a very different meaning for Chizuru: she had been adorned with servants all her life, from wet-nurses to governesses to maids.  In fact, being here in Rome all alone is more world-shattering from the lack of her own personal maid, Ayame.  She’s competent enough to do the day-to-day chores of maintaining the small flat in Trastevere that’s she’s rented for the duration of the War, but it’s the company she misses most.

      And now, in this place, she has the chance to find a new Servant: not one who would wake her with tea and breakfast, but one who would risk its life for both her and its own wish.  She isn’t quite sure how she feels, ordering a familiar with so much more power than she herself can handle to not only fight but potentially die, but it’s too late to turn back now.  The Yukimura Clan’s honor is at stake here, and Chizuru will not be the one to let it fall by the wayside.

     ”You’re a Servant, aren’t you?”  Her voice slices through the silence as gently as a butter knife, hardly imposing at all.  It’s as though she’s said something as benign as the sky is blue.  ”You don’t look so happy to be here, though … are you unhappy to have answered the Grail’s call?”

[shiroyashaha]

Silver locks shift with a light breeze that blows, an air of quiet about this man, who in his lifetime was often anything but. He lets a moment pass.

"Answered the call, eh?" He scoffs, treats it as something laughable, for to him it really is. To treat it like he had a say in things. Like he wanted to partake of this war. As if he didn't have enough of war for a lifetime. "Unhappy? Perhaps. They used to say I just had eyes like a dead fish though." There's a scathing quality to the dry humor with which he speaks, although its directed less at the girl, and more at the circumstances which have landed him here.

Crimson eyes turn away from the sky to glance upon the girl's petite form. Someone far too young to partake of this war. Perhaps she wasn't the only one at that.

"And you? What do you fight for?" For what reason would she allow herself to fight in this war, where lives were ground underfoot for the sake of a wish?

[shiroyashaha]

[[okay uh introductions.

hi, I'm adeline, but please just call me ade, its so much shorter. `^`

i only play gintoki atm and i don't have any other muse that i want to app in mind so he'll probably be all i have. i'm still trying to sound out his feelings regarding the grail and all so bear with me i suppose, i rp him at frw too but he's still a bit of a new muse for me. i'm hardly on my personal tumblr these days so you're more likely to find me on twitter @silverdoki. i'm always up for threading and i have a huge preference for closed threads so feel free to hmu!

i suppose that's it. i'm looking forward to rping with you guys!]]

[shiroyashaha]

Samurai's back | Chizuru

He stands there in the silence of the night, staring at the unseen boundary that spreads itself out before him, the Vatican sprawled out beyond its borders. The knowledge of why he's been brought here planted into his mind, he contemplates the circumstance.

Brought back from the dead for some stupid war, the prize a grail that, in all honesty, he has no real desire for. It wasn't like there isn't anything he'd change. The chance to wish Shouyou-sensei back is tempting. But there's something about it that leaves him uncertain.

He's distracted from his thoughts when he feels a presence approach him. So, this is one of them 'masters' huh. He turns, and finds himself face to face with a girl who's barely an adult. What the hell kind of war involves those so young? It doesn't matter that he was younger even in a war perhaps more brutal on the heart. Its a stained path no one should have to follow.

[shiroyashaha]

They both had such sadness in their eyes.

Sensei ni yoroshiku na.

[shiroyashaha]

Because I'll be back soon.

Our comrades.

Everyone,

please take care of them

for me,

okay?

Let's make it

a promise.