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[unwcvering]

@fogboundgentleman | cont’d.

       “But I’m sitting on the ground.” Was he supposed to get up? The floor was perfectly comfortable and fine; he didn’t have to move anywhere! Slumping onto side, the once usually dignified professor waved a hand at Jack’s, intending to reject his offered hand but missing completely. “I’m... stayin’ down here. The floor feels good on my face...” Nice and cool. Better than getting stuck to that damn leather couch. It was the whole reason he had resorted to the floor. Had thought about standing in front of the fridge to cool off, but that might not have been good for the food in there. “I don’t care if you’re an Assassin. My ass is in here. On the floor.” 

[lovevcid]

@fogboundgentleman ❤︎’d for a lyric starter !!

            “Towers of gold are still too little. 

       “These hands could hold the world, but it'll never be enough.”  

Never Enough | The Greatest Showman

[aesfiore-blog]

✧     “... What?”   The fog rolled in so slowly that Fiore hardly noticed the clear night in Trifas turning darker. Hanging in the air by her Manipulators, she held out her hand in front of her, turning her blue eyes down to see how thick the fog was growing... So strange --- the forecast hadn’t called for fog tonight? Odd. 

This only made things more complicated for her. She was out tonight to act as a lure to the enemy Servants, hoping one may appear and make themselves known to her and Archer --- but with this fog, they might get to her before she could even notice them.

@fogboundgentleman. 

[neverendinghorizon]

@fogboundgentleman

He was rather confused. This was the essence of a Servant, and yet it was drawn to a small watch instead of anything else. It had been Master’s order to seek out this rather odd Berserker, but now even Assassin was unsure of how to begin such a conversation. “Berserker?” 

[motherfuckingsaintofdestruction]

For @fogboundgentleman from here.

“All of you? The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Usually Avenger would have just ignored this little bug, but the aura he was giving off... It was less like that of a cornered rat and more that of the predator who was certain to come out alive.

“What does it even matter to you, whether or not that human stays alive?”

[kaleidosticks-archived]

More inanimate object shenanigans with @fogboundgentleman

“I suppose I must thank you for defending me from that rather crass Mystic Code from before,” Sapphire spoke and bowed towards him. That encounter with Add, Gray’s own Mystic Code proved rather...troublesome for her, so she was very grateful to this Servant for easing her worries.

“What can I ever do to repay you?”

[anomaliesoffate-blog]

@fogboundgentleman reblogged for a starter with Raziel!

Shortly after Raziel’s first encounter with Flat, he had made his way to the clock tower, where the professor he had spoken about a couple of times was supposed to reside. However, upon arriving there, the servant decided that he should finish his little exploration trip before entering it. And thus, Raziel set off again exploring.

However, a short while after he had set off to explore once again, something felt... Off to him. It felt like someone, or something, was watching him, yet he couldn’t place what even after looking around in a vain attempt to find who or what it was. After emitting a sigh of defeat, Raziel decided that he would just announce that he knew they were watching him, and hope that would be enough to get them to reveal themself.

“.... You can stop hiding, I know you’re there.”

[unwcvering]

@fogboundgentleman || cont’d.

                “Yes, there is.” 

      His reasoning for reaching out to Jack was already shameful, all the more embarrassing that the Berserker would pull his hand away from his and reject his touch. “I wanted to apologize for the state you found me the other afternoon. It wasn’t the most dignified way you should have seen me, and if it would had been Flat accompanying you... To think, what a poor example I would have been setting for him.” Some had seen him at worse; Gray had at the very least, but even so, staggering and clinging to his student’s Servant while blabbering some nonsense, he wouldn’t want to subject Flat to that. Sighing, El-MeIIoi II lifted his hand again, thinking to grasp for Jack’s once more before falling away entirely. “That’s all I wanted to say.”