#enkidu 01

[blastedtree-blog]

@formidablemudball

This city had no shortage of mana signatures, but there was one in particular that concerned her. It was incredibly strong, and more worrisome still, it was unfamiliar. The strength that bled from this individual (who undoubtedly wasn’t present in Chaldea) felt strongest when she was within her own apartment, which made it difficult for her to relax. Any Servant that wasn’t allied with Gudako and Gudao could easily be an enemy.

Frankenstein’s monster ruminated over this mystery from within the washroom, her damp hair newly braided and pinned up against the back of her skull. She didn’t need to bathe, but it comforted her; it was a human activity, something that she’d been denied for her entire life, and the cool water felt nice on her overheated circuitry. Once she was fully dry and clothed, she opened the door... ... And found herself face-to-face with a green-haired individual.

“Hua--!!” Alarmed by their sudden appearance, she staggered back, her bare feet unsteady against the damp tile.

[mhxgongiveittoya]

Can’t Hide

@formidablemudball

this place had absolutely gone to hell since she’d left it.  She’d had to fight a few of the wraiths floating around here, and no matter how many she killed, more kept seeming to pop up.  fortunately none of them seemed to be able to do anything about her presence concealment.  she could simply walk up to a wraith, cut it down with himitsucalibur, and walk away.  it was simple really, almost boring.

well, that was until something interesting happened.  finishing off another of the wraiths she looked over her shoulder, spotting a passerby.  normally she just disregarded them, as they normally couldn’t even see her as long as she was like this, but something was off about this one. removing her hat, and allowing the presence concealment to drop, she pointed her sword at them.

“you saw me didn’t you”

[pessimisticobserver]

“If you think I’m interested in talking to living sludge, guess again.”

     Before Enkidu could even get a word in as the other approached him, the man spoke-- and then took a sip of the coffee he had ordered. Seated at a small cafe, a danish pastry laid out on a napkin before him, the man was enjoying his time alone. He didn’t quite want company.

Company would always find him, however. Damned fools.

“Well? Did you hear me?”

“You’re encroaching on a small moment in my afterlife that I can somewhat appreciate and further transfiguring it in to just another regret. Thank you.”

@formidablemudball

[apocryphism-blog]

     While Shirou himself had all intentions to seek out other Heroic Spirits, it seems that others also shared such a sentiment. Without a doubt, this being before him was a Servant-- though of which class, Shirou could not tell.

... The lack of his True Name Discernment truly bothered him.

But there was nothing he could do about this encounter other than speak with the being that had appeared before him-- whose identity Shirou could not gauge.

“... Hello. You’re the second Servant I’ve encountered here, so far.”

“But you’re also the first to directly seek me out.”

     His words carried a pleasant and friendly tone with them, fitting his smiling visage.

@formidablemudball

[absorbedindelusion]

An Offering of Clay [Enkidu]

quiet, that's all it had been since the scientists had robbed her of her memories

she had gotten them back, fortunately, but the fact that she'd spent nearly all of her time reading manga, watching anime, and playing video games did bug her quite a bit.  not that she was changing her habits at all.

the odd visitor came by and she was generally able to cater to their whims in exchange for donations.  more than once, she'd had to come out wearing nothing but an apron.  it was a good thing that the cold had stopped bothering her when she became a god, because the temperature was usually below freezing during these visits.

there was something strange about this particular patron though.  she was simply wandering around the grounds.  she had inspected the donations bin, but instead of making one, she proceeded to look around, even going so far as to start up the steps.

if she opened the door and looked inside it could be bad.  part of her appeal as a shrine god was her ability to cater to the tastes of her patrons.  if they found out that it wasn't her godliness allowing her to do that, who knows what could happen.

so she decided to take the most reasonable course of action.

"here's Nadeko" she shouted, jumping out the door and flying into the girl's face, sending both of them sprawling down the stairs

"I-I'm sorry" she stammered, picking herself up and looking at the other's face.