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“Not robbers,–not robbers,” gasped the terrified man… “I saw… I saw a woman–by the moat;–and she showed me… Ah! I cannot tell you what she showed me!” “He! Was it anything like THIS that she showed you?” Cried the soba-man, stroking his own face–which therewith became like unto an Egg…
And, simultaneously, the light went out.
PRIVATE // SELECTIVE // INDEPENDENT F.ATE GRAND ORDER CASTER OC CREDIT/S: x x x
New F.ATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER CASTER SERVANT based on the author of Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things (and, perhaps, one of the earliest known Japanophile), Lafcadio Hearn (or ‘Koizumi Yakumo’), penned by the same person who roleplays a various T.OUHOU Project muses (not really). Probably a casual and easygoing (not really) old man, gots lots of horror stories and Japanese folklore may be eccentric around the ages. Still fresh, though. LIKE and/or REBLOG if you’re interested and I’ll give it a lookiesee and follow. Thank you very much~
New F.ATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER CASTER SERVANT based on the author of Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things (and, perhaps, one of the earliest known Japanophile), Lafcadio Hearn (or ‘Koizumi Yakumo’), penned by the same person who roleplays a various T.OUHOU Project muses (not really). Probably a casual and easygoing (not really) old man, gots lots of horror stories and Japanese folklore may be eccentric around the ages. Still fresh, though. LIKE and/or REBLOG if you’re interested and I’ll give it a lookiesee and follow. Thank you very much~
New F.ATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER CASTER SERVANT based on the author of Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things (and, perhaps, one of the earliest known Japanophile), Lafcadio Hearn (or ‘Koizumi Yakumo’), penned by the same person who roleplays a various T.OUHOU Project muses (not really). Probably a casual and easygoing (not really) old man, gots lots of horror stories and Japanese folklore may be eccentric around the ages. Still fresh, though. LIKE and/or REBLOG if you’re interested and I’ll give it a lookiesee and follow. Thank you very much~
New F.ATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER CASTER SERVANT based on the author of Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things (and, perhaps, one of the earliest known Japanophile), Lafcadio Hearn (or ‘Koizumi Yakumo’), penned by the same person who roleplays a various T.OUHOU Project muses (not really). Probably a casual and easygoing (not really) old man, gots lots of horror stories and Japanese folklore may be eccentric around the ages. Still fresh, though. LIKE and/or REBLOG if you’re interested and I’ll give it a lookiesee and follow. Thank you very much~
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melloincholy:
“That wasn’t a question, that was a statement.”
Naturally, of course, he would have at her age. Which was precisely the problem. It’s a startling realization to see himself in his students, one that always takes him aback in all the worst ways… but of course it was only natural. He taught the ones who didn’t lean on blood for everything. And one had to be a little wild to try to buck the system with sheer determination.
He reaches out and plunks a hand down on her head, turning her and giving a nudge towards his office. No doubt he’ll have other faculty heads to answer to for this and he can see the headache on the horizon.
“There. Now. I’ll try to smooth over this mess, you stay put.”
Both hands up, she resigned to her ‘defeat’ as she let her mentor do what he must to smooth out the mess she made. If anything, this would have what her father do... except in a less ‘pacifist’ manner.
And less on being cranky on them.
....And maybe positive.
On second thought, maybe comparison’s a bad idea. Well, balls.
“Thank you for your generosity, oh great, dear mentor. Really, that is much appreciated. I promised I will not do this ever again for the rest of my life (not really).” That sounded so fake! “So may I be let go and I swear I will not attempt using magecraft at them? I’ll use fists this time, that’s legal, right?”
You’re not helping.
“By and by, sir... have you ever thought about being a father? Surely, you’ll be SO good with kids at how you treat your students!”
Please stop adding kindle to the fire, idiot.
noircisaint:
“When are you planning on taking some of those enemies yourself?” Assassin was not incorrect in her statement, it was rather to constantly take care of it. Assassin would be pushed back a little before Avenger rose her hand, mana gathered in her palm until it created a flame.
Nearly effortless she would thrust her palm at the enemies, burning them in a large torrent of violet flames until their numbers were reduced to as none existent as zero.
“Why even bother coming when it is I that defeats the larger groups?”
Instead of normally looking for an excuse or even shift the topic to someone else, it was probably the wisest decision she did for a while to stop her own BS, one hand raised in admittance of her defeat before she start to get to work.
(At least you know when to draw back when it comes to verbal war.)
“Opportunity,” She said in midst of slashing down a few of the enemies needed to be slain. “I mean, isn’t it better to use your bigger guns as soon as you can? I figure I would utilize that. Cheap, yes, but usually effective.” With little time to spare in-between her unusually-casual verbalization, she readjusted her position before finally dashing in on the nearest dragon to deal a critical hit.
Still no time for celebration just yet.
“Think about it; if given opportunity and without ramification to our own existence, isn’t it better if we unleash our Noble Phantasm first before we deal them like how we normally do?”
桃のレアチーズケーキ
durindanna:
@soliloquyled // starter call.
No one really stops Hektor from wandering most places– he’s unsure if it’s because he is a trusted Servant of Chaldea’s main mage or because there aren’t many people around to bother with shooing him somewhere he shouldn’t be. The command room feels like it should be one of those places, especially when he’s the only one standing in it. Isolation in a place that’s rarely entered alone– an odd feeling.
It doesn’t last for long, though. The sound of a door and footsteps. Light but unfamiliar, not the shoes of his master or any of the other Servants and personnel he knows. Hektor doesn’t check yet.
“They give me free roam, but no one talks much about where it is I’m roaming.” He looks over his shoulder to appraise the woman who entered and give her a benign smile. “I’m still not overly familiar with this era’s technology. What exactly is this?” ‘This’ being the Chaldea system itself, the main mission room. Hektor has a vague knowledge, but the actual workings of it are nonsense to him at the moment.
While actual calibration wasn’t her forte, that doesn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to enter to places, especially if it has to do with fixing things. Probably one of her skills she garner all throughout her stint prior to this, but nobody seems to complain; as long as they can minimize manpower in doing something else, it’s all good. Luckily, all she have to do is to check if the panel itself is still in shape, probably see if there's any busted circuits... basically all the nitty-gritty small stuff that needs to be checked.
It just happened that she’s that woman for the job (again), a wave and a mumbled ‘okay’ before she pick up her notebook-and-pen, some tools (just in case) and she’s off. Brief travel later, she arrived but mildly surprised when she found someone else.
Strange.
“Mm... explains.”
Blue eyes gave a careful look at this person (Servants are still a ‘Person’, right? In retrospect?), head tilted to the side as if trying to recall something, before another question brought her back to her self-induced reverie. “Oh, I would assume you’re one of the new arrivals,” She mused out loud, greeting the older (of course they are, some are basically ancients!) male with a wave. “You’ll get used to it after a while. And, frankly, you’ll probably fall in love with some of them. Like the microwave oven in the break room, reliable thing if there’s anything to go by.”
Pause.
“Lamen’s terms; that’s the thing that makes us inept with time travel go places across time. I mean, I could tell you the complicated, long-winded stuff about that useful thing, but let’s just say only few people know what it actually does and ‘m not one of them. Pick your poison, maybe?”
Teaching Starters
A sentence meme where my muse is showing yours how to do something or vise versa. Some are particular or specific, while others may be left to interpretation.
Teaching:
“You shouldn’t wear yourself out so quickly… breaks are fine too.” “Be sure to water the plants carefully, they’re more delicate than they seem.” “Getting injured isn’t going to help anybody, don’t overdo your training.” “See, tying a tie is actually easier than you think…” “The thing about cooking is, as long as you stick to the recipe there isn’t much that can go wrong.” “Only point a weapon when you intend to kill.” “Jumping headfirst won’t be an advantage in a fight. You’ve gotta be defensive… a thinker.” “A garden requires patient labor and attention. You can almost say it’s a labor of love.” “Music expresses what can’t be put into words. Tune into your feelings first.” “Calm down. A little hard to do that task when your hands are clamming up, isn’t it?” “Look you don’t drown, I’m holding you up alright? Try floating.” “The brush strokes are too wide. Keep your hand more controlled.” “Knitting isn’t so hard once you learn the basics.” “Keep your emotions in check. That fear of something going wrong- your hesitation. Discard it.” “You have great potential but your abilities should be kept in control first.” “You look like you’re getting tired. Should we conclude this for now?” “Fishing isn’t just about catching fish… it’s also a form of meditation.” “To dance you need to have rhythm. Watch your feet now.” “As long as you’re doing your best, that’s what matters. Let’s try again.” “Just do what I do. Watch me carefully…” “Now this part is tricky, but you can perfect it with practice. In time, it’ll almost feel natural.” “You need to be more careful, that was reckless!” “This isn’t a race. You will learn it within time and with patience, I promise.” “You won’t make progress if all you’re trying to do is impress others.” “If your art makes people happy, that’s really what matters.” “I’ll guide you through it. Give me your hand…” “Being stubborn is cute and all but it won’t help you here.” “I don’t always have all the answers. Sometimes, you need to find them on your own.”
Being Taught:
“This is boring.” “This is taking too long, how long am I supposed to go at it? Years?” “My work isn’t as good as yours…” “I’m getting tired…” “I’m not that tired…” “This is too hard.” “I don’t have much of a green thumb though…” “But it always burns!” “I’m trying but I feel like this isn’t going anywhere.” “Can you show me how to do this?” “Okay, d-don’t let go of me though…” “I can’t, I’ll sink like a rock.” “I want to get stronger. Will this really help me?” “My drawings suck.” “I can’t do this if you’re just gonna be staring at me.” “This is confusing! None of this is making sense!” “I did it! I finally did it!” “Bet you’re impressed by my progress, huh?” “But I’m singing the notes… where am I going wrong?” “What do you mean you need to ‘believe’ what I’m doing?” “It should be fine as long as I’m stronger than them, right?” “You said you would take it easy one me…” “But I’m doing everything you say…” “Doesn’t it scare you?” “How does this taste?” “But we’ve been at this like ALL DAY…” “I’ve made a lot of progress… thanks to you.” “All you do is point out what I’m doing wrong.” “As long as you’re here to show me, I don’t think it’s all that bad.” “Well? Do I pass?”
Flashback
Send in “Flashback” for a scenario of my muse’s past. || @ridehiswhip
[ Gretel Ann, What in the world did you do this time~!? ]
Lips pursed shut, bloodied fist clenched tight and blue eyes avoiding the gaze of the older man, the young girl went rigid in fear that he would scold her, or worse hurt her. Even if she knew he would do no such thing (as far as she remember, he never once lifted his hands on any of the siblings), the naive part of her thought he would be; all the adults do, so what’s so different with her own father?
Instead, she only felt coarse hands on top of her head, followed by a gentle ruffle on her messy tresses.
[ Seriously, Greta, you really starting to become like your mother. ]
His gentle voice, tone worried and mildly frantic, but otherwise well-meaning eased her stiff posture as she took a quick peek to see his face having the same, sheepish look he always have.
Blue eyes rimmed with dark shadows noting his lack of sleep but nevertheless warm, a worn but otherwise friendly smile, messy black locks that are as soft as his heart.
The same look of a man always busy with his nose buried at work but always there when his children needed him, much more since his wife’s death.
[ I suppose we’ll just think up of an excuse about this… you didn’t use any of the magic I taught you, did you? ]
Bright, blue eyes blinked as she shook her head as she heard him sigh in relief. Guess she was right all along about not using any of those she learn from her father lest things gets more complicated.
Still…
“I… only punched him… because he called you ‘lazy’. Sorry.”
Another sigh.
[ Jesus, Greta, you really need to stop picking fights on people saying bad things about us, you’ll just hurt yourself more if you keep it up. ]
“He also called my brother a ‘wuss’.” Pause. “For compensation, Gerard also sock him a new one.”
[ Jesus Christ, you two…. ]
“I don’t know what we can do, but it’s better than staying here.”
⨳ — LOG HORIZON; I - XVI || @rhiau
“Mmm... figures.”
With one last glance, lips pursed and brows furrowed as she shifted her attention from the sword-wielding Servant towards the notebook she have at hand, slender fingers swiping every page till she found the one she was looking for. With swift movements, she tapped the blunt part of the pen she was holding to the notebook before switching to the pointed end and gave a quick scribble on the surface of the paper.
SNAP!
“Couldn’t agree more.”
Pocketing the notebook, the magus once more shifted her attention back at the Servant, corner of her lips ever-so slightly curved upward as she gave the pen she was holding a wave akin to a conductor with their baton.
“I got something, though; care to lend an ear? No promises though that’ll we won’t get in trouble but I’m with you with staying still. Plus, pretty sure I’m not the only one who can see the glaring flaw they have against us, right?”
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IM YFCI KNG SCREA MING!!! its alright im about to sleep anyway bUT GOD
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there’s so much to judge here, Icchan
I know, I judge myself as well. ; 7 ;
@rhiau
I’m sorry I stg I’ll get the actual ask reply once I get home from work my brain hasn’t gotten its coffee I-
