#fiightforme

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“What do you think?” Celestia speaks abruptly, a piece of green chalk clasped in bandaged fingers. The brick wall is scrawling with equations, a graph sketched out by her head. “Am I missing a number?” 

[illimitexabominer]

Switcheroo!

Send me ‘Switcheroo!’ and I’ll write a short description or drabble about who I think your character would be, if they were reimagined to be part of my muse’s canon! 

Forger Veronica 

Rank: 11

Type: Defensive

Yoki: B

Agility: C

Muscular Strength: D

Spirit: B

Perception: A

Leadership: C

Born into a rich family, Veronica was educated from a young age. The future was looking right for the brunette, but the future is never sure. The day the Awakened Beings came was the worst of Veronica’s life. Her parents were supportive, if not completely understanding, and the loss of them was a huge loss to her. Without their support, it was no surprise her surviving family sent her off to the Organization.

Entirely alone, she did not bond easily with her class. In fact, the only one that she was really close to was Martha, a girl from a near by village who had been brought on the same day as Veronica. It was a difficult thing, but they learned to trust in one another. It was no surprise that they both ended up being defensive Warriors. However, it became clear that Veronica far surpassed her friend in terms of strength, and when they got their official ranks, Martha was ranked dead last.

Starting at Number 35, Veronica was given a territory in central Toulouse to patrol. It was far from her only friend, and so she got used to being on her own. It wasn’t until she was placed on an Awakened Hunt with the Heathers did she gain friends again.

Her relationship with the Heathers was shaky to say the least. At first they balked at working with a mere 33, but Red Stained Heather saw something in her. Veronica had the amazing ability to learn and mimic another Warrior’s fighting style after witnessing it only once. This is because she could align her Yoki to theirs. The more Yoki, the more she was able to read them. As such, he was extremely dangerous in the right situation. As such, the alpha Heather welcomed her into the fold.

Red Stained Heather, famous for her first battle where she hair was dyed red in the blood of her foes, was the current Number 5, and desired to move of the ranks by any means. Her companions, the Number 10 Heather of Green Eyes and Number 17 Water-Walker Heather were tools for that purpose. So too would Veronica be.

However their ‘friendship’ would not last long, as Veronica upset the order of things by killing a powerful Awakened Being on her own and gaining praise over Red Stained Heather. Heather vowed a grudge and Veronica was once against on her own. Well, until she met JD.

The recently appointed Number 7 was here, and he was tired of everything already. He and Veronica quickly fell into a relationship. Soon enough, though, they were asked to participate in an Awakened Being Hunt with Red Heather. All seemed to be going well when Heather suddenly froze up and took a fatal blow. While Veronica could have blocked it, she just simply didn’t, as she no longer felt any companionship for her old friend.

From there, Veronica was promoted to Number 13 and JD gained the title of Frosty JD. It took Veronica no time to realize her boyfriend had used his Yoki to cause Heather to hesitate. And yet, she stayed with him. It was only when JD turned his eyes on the newly promoted Number 5, the green Heather, did Veronica cut ties with him. His heart, however, could not take this, and he Awakened.

Nobody knows what happened that day. But only Veronica returned. She was quietly promoted to the rank of Number 11, and there she has stayed since.

[cetrasguard]

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“You don’t look like you’re really enjoying yourself,” she muses aloud to the girl sitting across from her. Sector three wasn’t exactly the type of place you’d choose to visit, and you’d be even less likely to seek out a bar there. But that’s exactly what she’d done, for her own reasons, but why was this girl here? She didn’t look particularly comfortable nor the sort to want to sit in grimy old bars. Looks were deceiving though. “What’s a girl like you doing here?” She asks, her voice soothing among all the gruff bellows and nasally laughter.

[antheiin]

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“Hey, honey.” Miriam’s voice comes with a particular ease, a brow quirked as she questions the woman before her. It’s not smothering, though, there’s a hint of worry as she looks over her shoulder, folding her hands and smoothing her fingers against her skin.

“You doing alright? You look a little bit more lost than you want to be in a place like this.” 

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“You’re surprisingly ordinary compared to the other nutcases I’ve seen here.” Kokonoe’s comment came almost out of nowhere as the scientist settled down on a park bench. Her comment had truth to it- this brunette looked almost painfully average compared to the other people Kokonoe had seen. Were those thoughts condescending? Probably. When wasn’t Kokonoe condescending, though?

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[obscurato]

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{ ♠ }—  Sliske had no magic. Not that he forgot this fact; whatever those “scientists” had done stung in more ways than merely stripping him of aeons of power. No strength to dart into a realm unseen, no ability to slip away in the blink of an eye. All he had a glorified stick, and the distant hints of shadows that taunted at the edges of his fingers. It was... interesting, fascinating...

He shifts his arm, eyes the deep bite as he all but flops onto the ground. It hurt like hell.

And yet, he smiles, arm dropped to one side as he considers what to do next, til he spies a human, some paces away. Funny, the back streets weren’t safe for someone so pitiful looking. “You should walk faster. Wouldn’t want to be bitten by anything, would you?”

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           little djeeta finds herself roaming a very large department store. there were never shops and stores this big back home! only market stalls and small cafes. the biggest shop she’s ever been in was the knickknack shack, run by its ever-elusive owner sierokarte, but even then her store doesn’t compare to this. 

          unfortunately, areas this large will only seem like a labyrinth to those who have not yet faced its clutches. 

          ❝ I... really should have watched where I was going, huh? ❞

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[irishhercules]

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Well, this was a hell of a place to get dropped into. Not only that, but for all he knew, the Grail screwed up something awful, seeing as how he didn’t even know the basics of what was going on. His spear was nowhere to be found, his powers were sealed by some weird magic, and for some reason, he was sensing the same number of Servants as he used to wandering around that facility. And to top it all off, those two were nowhere to be found.

“Geez. What the hell did I even get summoned into, anyway?...”

The Lancer scratched at the back of his head, then sighed. Where was he even supposed to start with all this? 

“Hey,” he said to the first person that wandered past. He was lucky enough that it was a pretty, younger woman, but that wasn’t his angle for the moment. “Any chance you’ve seen a girl around here, ‘bout this tall, bright red hair, kinda chipper? Goes by Gudako. A taller, dark-haired guy named Gudao works, too.”