#finiteflower

[descensionstar]

@finiteflower ✧ Mistwood, Radiale Island

there were fewer faces that she want to see in Spirale less than his.

as much as she'd take great in knocking him down a peg for all the anguish he'd forced on others through his twisted schemes, it was the matter of being able to inflict such a thing which had become an evident problem. as the Second Harbinger, she was vastly outmatched — and her track record made clear as such.

tearing Scaramouche on the cusp of stealing a seat of godhood had been an effort of everyone in Sumeru, and it had been the Raiden Shogun who brought an end to Signora, while Lumine had been crucially winded. in a proper fight, she couldn't be certain of the result of a bout against Childe — and Dottore resided at the opposite end of the Fatui elite's hierarchy.

what he had done to the people of Sumeru, how he could compete with Nahida on an intellectual level as well as physical. it was honestly unsettling. but fear could not root her down — one day, she would need oppose the operators of their agenda. and she owed it to them — to Nahida and Wanderer, to Kazuha and Dunyarzad, as victims of his ploys spanning centuries. and if there was any chance Aether may have encountered him... if this man did anything to her brother—

no, it was best to calm down. acting irrationally would tip the odds into his favour easily — he was all about psychology and manipulation. forming her sword, the Traveler took her stance — anxious, yes, her heart thumped in her throat — but so long as she had any chance (even a single percent was enough, as Aether said), she'd stand between him and whoever else he eyed as potential guinea pigs.

[isolaradiale]

if at all possible, I'd like reapply as Saber (Miyamoto Musashi) from Fate without prior reserve, please! Everything is as it was

Welcome back to chilly Isola Radiale, Musashi!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 309!

You will be given everything you received during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ canopus.

[danaravi]

finiteflower:

but would you do it at the same time

             ❝  i see no reason why i would not be able, but i suppose that is irrelevant now.  ❞

[ragnvindrdawn]

@finiteflower​

The original plan for the night was to work, until that castle appeared. He soon changed his mind with intentions of investigating. That had been the second plan, and as it turns out, another one cast aside. Now he finds himself approaching a familiar Saber once again, a third plan in place — one Diluc is sure to follow through with. “We seem to be finding each other more often.” It’s not a bad thing, far from it. Her company is one of few more enjoyable presences he’s experienced.

Last time they weren’t in plain sight, so perhaps that may change her answer on this occasion, but he intends to ask anyway. There are far more attendees and the size of the ballroom is impressive, as is the layout.

As if it’s the most natural thing, Diluc lifts an arm, offering his hand. “Would you care to dance again?” If asked, he’d say it’s to test for improvement since the Monster Mash. The real reason is much simpler though: it’s all for her happiness. “It would be a shame to miss another opportunity to help you...” Another excuse he could give should anyone else question his motives. He certainly doesn’t owe anyone a proper explanation regarding his decisions... especially for more personal matters.

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        it's almost ironic that his own sense of smell can cause him a headache but he continues the search for the stickers, pinching his nose from time to time, and blinking away his own discomfort. he doesn’t mind keeping the candy bars, there’s others that will enjoy them when he returns home, that is far from a problem. instead, his attention is on his companion, and matching outfits aside, their attitudes could be no more different.

she has a certain air, familiar in a way he recognizes, but he cannot find what it could be. it’s a curious sort of happiness, much softer but different from what he has seen from her. it's a look that he could describe as quiet, but not in a wrong way. he pauses, and then offers a contemplating look, before he continues, genuine in how gentle he sounds.

     “Did something good happen?” ah. he nearly forgot but he needed to shuffle the deck. “Is this your card?”

@finiteflower​ — heckin' halloween hunt

[castilium]

[CARRY]

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

Sooner or later, her recklessness was going to catch up, demanding its payment. It came in the form of a bar to her head from one of the more volatile characters skulking on the edge of the Underside. His wasn’t a face she knew from the weeks lying low in the area, and the passage of a year likely made her little more than a figment in their imaginations. As it were, the attack had been a random outburst, and one she’d no chance to evade when from behind it swung. In fact, all she could manage was to kick back at the assailant and little more before the damage could let itself be known and her balance all but fizzled away.

It was the Saber who appeared to handle the conflict, though the details were lost on Mashu, who wrestled with the dizziness which left her doubled over and clutching the ground beneath to prop herself up with the length of a single arm. The query as to whether she could walk managed to traverse the alarm ringing inside inside her skull, and not to trouble her saviour any further, she did attempt to stand upright. Attempt, but not succeed. Her knees gave way before either leg could straighten. She was a Servant, Demi or not, she should be more durable than this.

A second effort was made with the same result, though before she could let the weight of failure press down greater upon her frame, her body was elevated — and faster than she could register. Her daze such that it was once the woman was already walking did it register that Musashi had taken Mashu into her arms and resorted to carrying her. All with a smile on her face, bright as ever. If she was worried, it waited behind the beaming brightness so frequent on the swordswoman’s face, as if it might dispel the frustration swirling within. As much habit would urge Mashu to insist she was alright, and could regain herself with a moment for her senses to fall back into place, there was much doubt that Musashi would buy it, and the last thing she wanted was to make things even worse. Against the shoulder by did her head rest, letting heavy eyelids fall, just watching the trees pass by fed into the dizziness, the ringing. “Thank you...” she murmured. “Sorry for all the trouble”.

[princevirtue]

@finiteflower​ // starter call!!

♚ : there is a strange sort of aura over this battlefield, and it is not because miko has yet again found herself facing that mystery of mysteries, the mastermind in the boundary, yukari yakumo. stranger yet that she has this complete and total sense of déjà vecu, of having gone through this racket before, and yet - it’s different somehow. certainly, she doesn’t recall the woman accompanying her this time; hadn’t it been that monk of ill repute before? or was there truly a “before”? she doesn’t like this mistrustful feeling that permeates her train of thought, and so she simply shoves it aside. there is nothing to do here but fight, and that is a sensation she can welcome gladly, for once.

the din of the crowd that is steadily gathering for the concert nearby sets a certain thrumming alight in her veins. she’s always been weak for a good performance, both to witness and to be on display. there’s not much time before they’re like to be noticed, and it would be prudent to resolve this quickly; quietly is already out of the question.

‘this is... ridiculous! foolish! i have no words!’ that yakumo has already refused her tidy and, frankly, generous offer of sharing their information on the true culprit of the body-switching phenomenon had but kindled the fire in heart. ‘i am truly disappointed in you, from the bottom of my heart.’ her expression does not match her raging words, and there is more than a note of glee as she sounds off against their opponent.

then she turns to acknowledge her ersatz companion, beaming and brimming with confidence. ‘we shall take her on two against one. there is no need to hold back!’

[isolaradiale]

honks my clown nose of bad decisions, here to app in without prior reserve, one (1) Saber (Miyamoto Musashi) from Fate/Grand Order! App can be found under /a with stats under /s, thank you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Musashi!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 214.

You'll retain your magic resistance and will be given a wooden sword.

As a new Servant, all of your parameters including those of any skills retained have been downgraded to D-rank.

- mod altair.