#halfjudas

[isolaradiale]

Hello! Without prior reserve, I'd like to app in for Lancelot (Saber) from Fate/Grand Order! His application can be found under /app. (I'm sorry in advance for his novel of an app)

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Lancelot!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 249.

You will retain your magic resistance and receive a wooden sword.

– mod pleiades.

[pelagaios-a]

percy voice:  dad is that you  ??  I thought you were lost in a desert or something

[sanctummilitis]

by the Water Styx, his reflection rode on the surface - at first, she believed it to be ghost. But not so; as her eyes arose to the article himself standing. Once, she would have been overwhelmed with remorse; that hellish war had enlightened her to just how much damage she had caused such a dear friend. The guilt would never cease; she owed it to him not to overlook it, as she had his actions; the very source of his madness. Her time in Chaldea, between the journey back to Camelot and Gudao’s successful summon of all Servants since had offered opportunity to do her duty as king. Though no guarantee was there the lake knight before her was of the same memory; she’d treat lightly, so that rippled be gentle and fade back into stillness.

"Sir Lancelot, it is good to see you. How thankful I am that the environment could be so peaceful for us to meet again”. an ache on her tongue, when thinking back to the anarchy of their reunions past, in desperation not to sour their chance where finally they could be without conflict hanging over their heads.

@halfjudas​

[pelagaios-a]

@halfjudas  /  overlay part 2

What was with all the giants  !!  Wide eyes taking in the Earthborn looming over him with a half-choked noise of panic.  Giants should not be sneaky  !!  they should be obvious  !!  there was no way this was legal.  Instinct the only thing to get him moving  (  six huge hands chasing after him, cold clay eyes following his tracks  ).  A part of him, tucked in the back of his mind, was just thankful it was alone.  Trying to outrun one was enough; the earth shaking as its heavy steps pursued. 

[risingquirk-blog]

@halfjudas​

          "Um, I have a question for you,"

     Her voice wavers ever slightly, for something weighed on her mind. Perhaps it was silly, thinking about her future as a hero while being brought to a city like this. Meeting all sorts of people, even heroes hailing from other worlds, it made her wonder: from where did they draw their determination? Their will to press forward?

     Could her own reasons for wanting to be a hero even be compared to theirs?

          "It might be strange—- but where do you get your strength from?" She asks. "What is it that you're fighting for?"

[pelagaios-a]

@halfjudas  ╱  ♡. 

The past two years felt like a blur  ---  three times over, taken  (  not returned  ).  Percy never thought that he’d feel homesick for camp; gods tucked away on Olympus sorely missed.  Strange, that in hindsight he would kill to be on another quest.  But hindsight was 20 / 20 they say, and it was not as if the demigod had any control over the situation.  Trying to cultivate some control over the outcome.  

Resting on the ruins of some long-forgotten building, staring out past the broken walls to the coastline far ahead  (  closing his eyes, he could almost pretend he was home  ).  The smell of summer strawberries, the rustle of dryads  ---  none of that was present here.  There were no pegasi just up the hill, no naiads watching from the water.  The ring of celestial bronze from the area nothing but a slowly disappearing memory.  

It wasn’t like this was the first time.

Percy could distinctly remember the first  ---  funny, when that was the time of his life where he had no memories at all  ---  racing against the monsters on his tail.  Dropped into Lupa’s clutches, sent off to face down Rome.  Mere months later yet again snatched from the known and left  (  powerless  )  in a city beyond the gods.

Third time.  This was the third time.

Angrily chucking a bit of debris as far as it could go, annoyance written all over his face.  Even here he could tell home was so utterly far away.  At first had been a bit of hope  !!  this was an island, of course, and that meant water.  Lots of water.  Lots of ocean.  If nothing else this should have been what he knew  !!  instead it felt like another dimension, the crash of waves all but a foreign language.  The mists farther out proving that all too readily  (  again and again it sent him back  )  as the water almost laughed.  Beyond the gods again  ---  what did he expect.  Flash of green in the dying light  (  behind him, somewhere, was the pit  ).  Part of him understood it was desperation; mind slowly forgetting what home even looked like.  He didn’t want to be fighting to recall Annabeth’s face, he didn’t want to remember that he hadn’t spoken to his mom is what felt like forever  (  bitter tears a threat at the memory of a voicemail  ).  Percy just wanted to sulk.

Footsteps behind him were very much unwelcome, tone tinged with a snarl.  Keeping his back firmly faced towards the stranger  ---  eyes locked on the shoreline while hands gripped the edge of his perch.  ❝  Find somewhere else, this place is taken.  ❞  Go away written in his posture.