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Assassin Emer smiles once she interrupts Rikko's path. There's something menacing in her sweet smile and voice. "Rikko~ lately I noticed that your shoulders are stiff and I haven't seen you join in the fun or in one of my spontaneous dances in quite a while. I believe you'll agree with me that you need a spa day! Don't worry about the details, I already told the others that you won't be available for the rest of the day. Now if you allow me~" She picked up Rikko before the girl could complain.

Uh-oh. There’s something tricky in that smile; she’s seen enough of Emer to recognize it. Without noticing, she’d been cornered; and before she can interrupt or protest, Ritsuka’s legs are scooped out from under her. “Kya---” She makes a noise of surprise and clings to her notebook, stammering out sounds of complaint, but they’re already off, and she’s wrapping her arms around Emer’s shoulders with a nervous grip. Captured! (What was that about dancing? Well, she’s just a bit shy, it’s more fun to watch Emer than to dance, herself, you know--) “S-Spa?! Do we even have something like that in here?!” Well, there’s the Roman Baths program in the simulator, but it’s not like she actually uses that, since a shower is more than good enough for her, and...! Just, wait a minute, wait!

“Assassin, can you at least tell me what you’re planning?”

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#caemthe #celticnpcs #⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ your heart shall be judged. ╱ ANSWERED.#⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ wake up! you’re a sacred soul and glory is yours for the taking. ╱ MEME.

(Caster) Emer brings a mound of clothes and puts it on a couch next to the Lancer. The mound consists of many awful Hawaiian shirts of vibrant colors, each of them with a different style. They're all hideous but somehow make it work at the same time. It's fascinating and the young girl looks very proud of herself. "I saw this type of shirt back at Shinjuku and I thought you would like them so I got excited and made a bunch." She isn't saying anything but she can't wait for Lancer to try them on.

The hound had taken notice that the daughter of Forgall Monach had taken up the needle again, though he was unable to watch her work as much as he would’ve liked. Still, he was rather curious as for what she was making; was it going to be something more traditional, or would she explore the fashions of other (old or new) cultures. Whatever the case, he was curious to see the end product, especially regarding how she would use those bright colors.

What she wound up producing was rather astonishing, but ultimately familiar, a variety of flamboyant shirts representative of a culture that Cu did not fully know, but enjoyed their tastes nonetheless. Bright reds, yellows, and oranges clashing with neon greens, blues, and whatever messy combination worked. A loud and bold style that triggered memories of another time as a servant, one where he didn’t have to shed blood for a moment and just enjoy life in the Japanese city with a red bridge.

Taking the first one on the pile, the Lancer examined it, his fingers enjoying the feel of quality silk. “So this was what you were workin on.” A grin on his face appeared as he turned the shirt around. This one in particular really fit his style. “Well, I got ta hand it to ya, you never lost your touch. Funnily enough, I wore one of these durin an off time of another grail war. I think it was the bold colors that spoke to me or somethin.” After all, a true warrior was not ashamed to stand out. Still, he couldn’t help but begin to chuckle and laugh as he realized what she had done. Of course she would know his style, even if he hadn’t had the chance to tell her!

Without hesitation, the lancer boldly unbuttoned and slipped on the shirt, fastening the two front halves together again to a point just below the collar. He wasn’t really sure if it looked good on him, but he definitely felt good wearing it!

“Well then, Queen of the Needle, how do I look?”

#The best wives enable your poor fashion choices apparently #celticnpcs #This fucker is loving it and will proudly show off her clothing no matter what it looks like

@celticnpcs : Ferdiad vc: “Am I missing something here?”

❝ 𝒜hem. ❞

𝓓on’t mind him as he just turns his back to the other Servant. He’s not a man who lies. So-- he just won’t say a single word. It’s not lying if you REFUSE to answer, right?

#celticnpcs #⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ he who wears a mantle of lilies. ╱ IC.#Gawain vc: NOPE..........

Sips tea. Loudly.

#celticnpcs #caemthe #𝔏𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔰 ♚- ⊱ Dash Comm ⊰#I drew this as fast as I could. Now I have this for you Liri Ll #:3

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ARASH DID NOT BUMP into Ferdiad too much -- not that he went out of his way to encounter him, vice versa perhaps on the other's end. Such was not due to dislike or desire to avoid him, of course (quite the opposite), but it was just that often their paths simply did not cross. Archer often was training within a simulation or found within such random places that it was hard to pinpoint exactly where he would appear most of the time. Still, regardless, today was the day that this would change. For a moment, a split moment, the other had found a place within Arash's thoughts. Why? He could not say. Maybe that was his Clairvoyance at work telling him to seek out the powerful warrior for whatever reason. If that were the case, best to not ignore it. Making his way around Chaldea, eventually he found the man in question. ❝Oi, Ferdiad!❞ he called, hand lifted in greeting. ❝It's been a while! Hope you didn't miss seeing my face too much!❞

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"Ah, pardon me for appearing like this. Perhaps, this isn't a good moment?" Ferdiad couldn't help it but overhear a private conversation and, before he knew it, he had already approached the knight. What is he supposed to do now? "Sir Gawain, the Knight of the Sun, as a warrior and fellow Saber, I must say it's quite an honor to be able to fight next to a man of your caliber." Then, he gets off-tracked "And I must admit I'm amazed. You're as the legend says. It's as if I have sunshine before me"

By this time the Knight was staring off distantly, marinating in the poisonous emotions. Seeing so many compatriots easily boast about forgiving that monster of a Knight… loudly proclaiming he was a GOOD man. It makes Gawain’s jaw hurt– with how long he’s been clenching like this.

The icy blues divert, dipping over to the source of the voice. The stern expression gently loosens along the Knight’s chiseled face. Gawain doesn’t know this servant, and a stranger doesn’t deserve to be in the misfire of his glare so he tucks it away. Instead, curiosity blooms in those eyes as he tilts his head to the side and offers a weakened smile, it kind of hurts to force it– but he’ll do it all the same in order to be polite.

❝ … 𝒴ou’re very kind! Though you seem to know me, I can’t say I’ve the memory of meeting you? ❞ He blinks at the latter part, being referred to sunlight. This was something Gawain had become used to. But with his heart rather heavy, he doesn’t realize Ferdiad intended it to be a compliment. The blond man drops his heavy gaze, a small sigh parting his lips.

❝ 𝐼 am painful to look at, I– know. I am not feeling, at my best. Currently. It is but a momentary laps I assure you. ❞

#celticnpcs #⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ your heart shall be judged. ╱ ANSWERED.#⊰ ⚔ ⊱ ⋯ he who wears a mantle of lilies. ╱ IC.