#inqerad

[isolaradiale]

guess who's back. back again. it's sinbad from magi, without prior reserve!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Sinbad!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 221.

You will retain everything you had in your prior stay.

– mod pleiades.

[temperateskies]

On its own accord his hand ascends to a bandaged eye, unthinking and without skipping a beat one word drops and hits the air in a somber exhale,  

    ❝ Pain. ❞

Tilting his head and glancing off to the side dismal smile rose to his his lips as an apology of sorts.  ❝ And love. They always seem to go hand in hand, don’t they? If that’s not real then then my entire existence is a lie. ❞

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[thricedjinned]

generaladviserywarning replied to your post ““…” Courtship was one of the things he was particularly bad at.”

That and jokes huh.

inqerad replied to your post ““…” Courtship was one of the things he was particularly bad at.”

can't relate

the kou empire being invaded all over again

[sanctummilitis]

the quantity of magic around him was astonishing ; the air was drunk with it. He might have any Caster as an opportunity and hold his own. Could he be a Servant? Not one which she recognized, though the possibility couldn’t be ruled out entirely. and further, the gold which adorned him insinuated a noble status; reminiscent of two Servants particularly - though without confirmation, she was about not to draw conclusions.

Regardless of his position, it was without doubt his power a force to be reckoned with; one might be worth observing, if possible, once the chaos subsided. The numbers gathered before him could be that of small army, regardless he stood without hesitation, a man proud. Saber approached, from an angle which may avoid confusing her with an ambush from a potential blind spot, and kept Excalibur by her side, as not to interfere with the conflict if he deem it his own.

“Sir, do you intend to eliminate the enemy ahead by yourself? If you require an extra, allow me to offer my sword in assistance".

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[counterguardianism-blog]

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           A wild beast stood no more. The servant had easily single handed the large wolf with the swiftness of his blades. Very little bloodshed stained his weapon, ah, but he knew he wasn’t alone despite taking down the single beast that wanted him for dinner. Archer tosses one of his blades behind, barely missing the foot of a stranger whom seemed to creep on by. “Dangerous around here don’t you think?” he comments lowly, his hand tightly holding on the other blade. He looks over his shoulder slowly, gray hues narrowed intently to keep his guard up.

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Return

He wakes up at home, for the house in this city feels more like a home than Parthevia ever did especially with what’s still happening now.

The last time he was here Sin had vanished first, but now, looking around, it’s clear someone’s been living here- someone with Sin’s very distinct way of living. The twisted up sheets and shed nightclothes are a strong hint; He’s always been a restless sleeper, for the most part. He seemingly calmed down when they started sharing a bed. The memory makes him smile.

His partner isn’t home, but according to the clock and assuming he’s not going to drink on a night in the middle of week, a strong assumption admittedly, he should be closing up and heading home. So he decides to wait for him after paying some much needed attention to Vittel who seems beside himself that he’s back. After petting, feeding, and getting smothered in dog kisses, Ja’far pries himself up and away onto his star gazing spot on the roof. The sun is just now starting to set, however, so instead of stargazing he merely takes in the view and watches the street for a head of purple hair.

Eventually though, he lies back and closes his eyes, for the fact that Sin would likely notice a figure on his roof anyway and probably become mighty confused is amusing enough to not greet him on sight. That and what feels like months of concentrated stress finally wants to melt off his shoulders into a puddle of exhaustion. He’s so tired.

But he’s home.

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[mastersword]

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       He's not running short on patience despite running around for about four hours now, not short of breaks in-between, but he's prioritizing this over other things he's been asked to do considering the urgency in the person's voice upon requesting it of him. Maybe if he asks around that'll give him a better idea on where the feline actually went, so he begins with a few people and eventually makes his way to someone who stands out a little more than the average person.

❝ Excuse me, ❞ he waves to the man, tilting his head up to look at him properly, ❝ have you seen a cat around here? It's, um... tortoiseshell, I think is what they called it. Grey collar, couple months old, and... answers to Calli, I guess? ❞

[castilium]

@inqerad

The equipment adorning such a regal figure astonished Mashu; never had she come across someone prepared on such a level. He reminded her much more of a Servant than typical everyday human - and his power further bolstering such interpretation.

She launched herself over the bridge stretching across the road, arms poised forward so that when contact was made, it was the collision between blue flesh and steel that allowed to drag down at least one of the nightmarish creatures with her.

And quick to pick herself up, she hurried towards the tall man, taking in the sight as if to discern which precisely he was in truth. “Sir, the numbers of hostiles in this area is too great to gamble contending with them single-handedly, please allow me to offer assistance. Someone with great power undoubtedly will be a fixation for their eyes”.