United We Stand

Indie Multimuse RP blog for Fate/Series characters as well as myth-based and other interpretations | Heavy influences from myth and legend | Multiverse, AU and OC Friendly | Selective | Penned by Mags

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pragmarage‌:

        “ Well of course not. I don’t treat war as something romantic or like it’s out of some fairy tale. ” So he picked up on his under the breath comment—well, he couldn’t expect any less from his ‘former’ right hand man. Hijikata could always trust in Saito’s sharp ears to pick up on everything. That is why he was his go-to to weed out spies. Yet, the awkwardness in the air. The heaviness. Standing right before him, Hijikata recalled their parting at Aizu: the domain was bound to fall with how the battle was progressing and they knew it. It was either stay and die or be taken as prisoners or head North to regroup for a counterattack. Hijikata, going by his logic and duty, had to opt for retreat. While the Shinsengumi owed the Aizu so much, Hijikata had his responsibilities and refusal to let his emotions dictate, risking to cost so many more lives.

THAT was what his thought process was. He let Saito stay and repay his own debt to the Aizu clan, with everything else he didn’t dare bother dragging the man against his will or demand his life for disobeying. They were fighting a war within drastically changing times—no more of that traditional honor when it came to war, no more mistakes or letting emotions run high. And it seemed, to Hijikata, emotions still lingered in the other man. Hijikata folded his arms, stoic faced as he turned to look at Saito more directly in the eyes: “ War always means something. It meant something to the Bakufu, it meant something to the Satchō Alliance.  It means that there is something to gain and to lose. ”

“Maybe those wars meant something. But after...”

Saito had witnessed the changing of the times just as his comrades-in-arms had. Hell, he had joined the side bringing it in rather than fight an impossible battle like those fools at Shiroyama. To watch as the samurai and their legacy were stamped out  to live on in only history documents.

“I don’t blame you. Not anymore, at least. I had plenty of time to...reflect on those days. All the what-ifs drove me into a bottle more times than I care to admit. I may not have always liked you, Vice-Captain, but I never stopped respecting you.”

Saito always thought it would be easy to see someone like the Vice-Captain again. But just like with seeing Sannan again, his expectations were entirely shattered.

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inbox visit from King Hassan anyone?

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For april fools Loki has put a very very sedentary norweigan forest cat on top of Mjolnir! he seems to have no intention of going anywhere either!

What has he done to deserve such a cruel prank? Everyone knows those cats simply cannot be moved! Not even by him!

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“I have seen my two dear friends brought low by human folly.”

Tokugawa took a deep breath and turned his gaze upward momentarily. That knowing smirk he always wore had faltered for just a moment as he lapsed into memory.

“My dearest friend, known since our boyhood days, fell victim to the greed and foolish fear of those close to him. Some say the flames of ambition set the fires that day, but no. Those fires were set by ignorance and fear, jealousy and resentment. And then...ah, that damn fool of a monkey. He grabbed so much so fast and just wanted more. As for me? I just did my best to carry the weight left behind by the Demon King for better or for ill.”

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@sanzenxsekai​ | X

Ah there was that confidence, that ego, that had propelled her to the heights of victory many times. But perhaps this was a case of being a bit overconfident. For he, the Tiger of Kai, had sharpened his sword and skill against Uesugi Kenshin a man remembered as “The God of War.”

“Are you so sure of that? Ah, it’s no matter. It would have been quite the exercise for us both, of that I have no doubt. Instead let us take our measures as allies rather than enemies. I’ll even overlook the distaste I have for that tanuki of yours.”

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maljefe-a‌:

spiritrxns‌.

From the abyss of the mountain he came. Came responding to a call, one worthy of his sword, his power. At first he was unsure what to make of the woman who summoned him as she was very much a young woman. And with youth often came foolish impropriety and impulse. But she had exceeded his expectations and proved to be a woman of strong will and character.

So she had earned his assistance in this endeavor of hers.

“I am curious,” Hassan spoke in that curt tone of his that carried through even in his rather mild-mannered disguise. “What drives you in this in this conflict?”

    Head tilts one way and then the other at his question. “Well…” She grumbles, voice trailing off some. Why was she doing this? Now, that was the million dollar question. To say she had no wish would be wrong, but even now she was torn between what exactly she wanted to get from the Grail IF she were to come out victorious. 

    Her father back? Her mother killed? A chance at a healthy childhood? Enough strength to never get hurt again? 

    “This might be weird, but I’m not certain what I want. I have several things in mind, but I can’t pick which. I think that, if the time came, I’d know in that moment. However, unless it does then it’ll always be a mystery. What about you, Assassin? What is it youse wish to gain from all this?” 

“I wish to gain nothing from this but maintaining the tenuous balance we sit upon,” he answered almost ominously. “I tend to admonish indecision but in this case perhaps it is best for thee. At the very least it is something in your mind and you are not focused on some petty desire.”

The ritual of the Grail War was not something to take lightly as it seemed many who fought in it did. The blind obsession most Mages had with the Root or personal gain were rather despicable. Men and women with faith in nothing but their lineage to see them through the world would only meet gruesome and unscripted ends.

It had been about a week since she had summoned the Assassin and they were still trying to figure each other out just a bit. There had been a few skirmishes between other Masters and Servants that Hassan had observed but no clear dangers yet.

“Yet I can see in your eyes you have survived much for one so young. Perhaps that iron will of yours is what called out to me above those who came after.”

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@maljefe wants some content!

From the abyss of the mountain he came. Came responding to a call, one worthy of his sword, his power. At first he was unsure what to make of the woman who summoned him as she was very much a young woman. And with youth often came foolish impropriety and impulse. But she had exceeded his expectations and proved to be a woman of strong will and character.

So she had earned his assistance in this endeavor of hers.

“I am curious,” Hassan spoke in that curt tone of his that carried through even in his rather mild-mannered disguise. “What drives you in this in this conflict?”

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Okay so yeah King Hassan’s gonna be on this blog so who wants some content from him?

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Well after finishing Babylonia (despite the flaws with all the GOOD SHIT they left out) I think I’ll be adding King Hassan to the roster

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factaerrata‌:

Most likely she was the last person he expected to call upon him. In fact, when imagining Masters, a Servant had to hope that they would be strong, had a presence to them and an iron will to be reckoned with. Not…

Well, Wendy did have an air about her – an inborn authority that would only mature as she did. She did not cower like any other her age, but stood with her head held high and her hands on her hips. She already saw a full year restoring humanity and though the road had been hard and difficult, she still hadn’t backed down. Even when faced with Goetia, all alone – she still punched that demon!

So it was she held out her little hand towards Tokugawa with little preamble.

And said unto him, “My shoulders are small, but they already carry the burden of a nation. They already had to carry all of humanity, so…let’s work well together, okay?”

“I see.”

A small smile appeared on the Saber’s lips as he took measure of the small lady before him. She was young, yes, but he could see that she had much fire and courage in her. Wendy reminded him of, well, several people really.

“Then I will serve, Master,” Tokugawa said with a short bow, “in whatever capacity you need me to serve in this fight to save humanity.”

He was both a warrior and survivor. At Wendy’s side he could ensure that no lasting harm came to her and that she achieved victory against whatever enemies were arrayed against her with either his animal cunning or the mystic blade at his side.

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@spiritrxns​ asked  —

“Ah your reputation is undoubtedly deserved, Lord El-Melloi. Hearing your lecture was quite the privilege!” Alistair smiled politely as he spoke to the older man.

       “Lord El-Melloi the second, if you wouldn’t mind.” There was no reason for him to get into the specific of why he emphasized the suffix, but being referred to without it, even if the entire name was a mouthful, he was reminded how unworthy he was to fill the shoes of the man that held the position before him. Fussing to gather his papers into his bag, the professor pursed his lips at their excitement, praising the lecture and reputation. “While I understand that you speak from an place of good intentions, I’m afraid that flattery will not earn anyone a gold star in my book. I am pleased you enjoyed the lecture, however.” 

       Yes, if anything, knowing that his lecture had made an impression was something that genuinely made him happy. The difference he could make for students, even if it was a small fraction in comparison to what other professors could do, was what made everything seem worthwhile. “Were you wanting to attend future lectures on a regular basis? You do understand that I only accept students into my classroom if they are by recommendation or through my own approval.” Not that he ever rejected many students that came to him.   

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“While I do appreciate the thought of petitioning to join your class, Lord, my time as a student is over. However, I would very much enjoy to sit-in as a guest from time to time. In an ever changing and widening world, one can never learn too much.”

His formative years has been spent in study with private tutors and eccentric men and women of the Magus community. His parents had opted for a less structured education for their gifted prodigy of a child and it had paid off. While not directly affiliated with the Clock Tower, Alistair had inherited his parents contacts and responsibilities now that they had “retired” from their public roles as head of the family so it fell to Alistair to keep alive their tenuous relationship with the Mage Association

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“So that no man must ever slaughter his own son. That no husband must put his wife to death. That no one need choose between love and loyalty. So that never again must one kill their own brother for something so fickle as leadership. That’s why I would build a world without needless war. So I ask you who would be my Master: have you the strength to shoulder this burden with me?”

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prxtagonist‌:

“Ah, so you’re Alistair! I’ve heard a lot about you! Good to meet you.” Sieg was doing his best not to seem as intimidated as he felt by this top tier magus…

“I hope you haven’t set your expectations too high,” Alistair said with a small laugh. “I’m hoping we can work well together from here on in. I’ll be counting on you to show me how it’s done here.”

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@prxtagonist​

“Ah, you must be Sieg! Very nice to meet you. My name is Alistair. I suppose we’ll be working alongside each other?”

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Like this for some content from my magus/master

[theslowesthnery]

guys help i’m LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND over these fat tiger art scrolls

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UPDATE: HE FOUND A TINY FRIEND

[katatede]

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pragmarage‌:

( SAITO )

@spiritrxns said: “People like to think war means something.”

           “ Coming from a place of post-war enlightenment, huh? ” That’s right—Saito and Nagakura were one of the few to come out of the civil war alive. Unlike Hijikata, it seemed like Saito learned to move on with the world quite well. At least picking up from the vibes Hijikata got—well, maybe that’s him trying to IGNORE the awkward tension building up between them. Never did he think that after all that has been said and done would there be a lingering, bitterness in the air. Elation over the exceedingly talented left-handed samurai immediately dropped right in the moment their eyes met within their ‘reunion’. The absolute utter hatred that radiated from the other man’s eyes was not something Hijikata made himself oblivious. The hatred was well known even when they were alive and it seemed like the grudge still held true even after Hijikata passed away—splendid. This was going to be a pain in the ass; under his breath Hijikata muttered a little too nonchalantly: “ And I’m sure that’s commentary directed at me. ”

             // WAR OF THE FOXES —NOT ACCEPTING

“Post-war enlightenment,” Saito repeated with an amused tone. “Sure, that’s one way to look at it.”

Saito had managed to move on, indeed, after his apparent death at Aizu. After his time as a prisoner he was just Goro Fujita for the remainder of his days. But he had never truly left his old life behind. No by joining the police force and later becoming something of an expert on swords, Saito always kept some memory of his Shinsengumi days alive.

Unlike certain other cretins who decided to cash-in with a memoir that only told the version of their story he wanted to tell.

“But it was not exactly directed at you.” His ears had always been sharp, after all. Members of the group often were want to be very careful of how they spoke when Saito was possibly within earshot. But Saito did still hold a grudge against Hijikata for ordering their retreat at Aizu. He and his unit had stayed behind to continue to support their allies while Hijikata and the rest retreated back home.

“You aren’t exactly the type to romanticize it, despite your faults.”