#karna 01

[presidentking-blog1]

     His ears twitched, noticing the familiar man with a similar stark white ‘mane’ as Edison’s. There was no doubt in the man’s mind as to who this was. This Heroic Spirit’s appearance was so flashy, after all-- it had to be him. The ally he ever-so-dearly relied on for a time.

Without a doubt, it was the Hero of Charity himself!

“Karna! My dear friend-- to think I’d find you here, of all places!”

     Gallantly striding up to the skinnier man, Edison beams down at the other with a broad smile, his happiness unable to be contained, placing a hand on his shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Surely you remember me, yes? It is I, Thomas Alva Edison!”

@vaikartana

[onextailed-blog]

@sxryashakti

Even though there was plenty that had ought to be on her mind, there was something about a simple walk around this new place that had put her at ease. She had no reason to think of wars or grails in this place, not right now. She was at peace, living her fantasy of a calm and domestic lifestyle, no wars or grails in sight. Or... perhaps not for long. 

“Lancer?” He could have stood out a mile away, given the imopssible-to-miss aura of a Divine Spirit. And the bit of familiarity wouldn’t hurt that, either. “I should say I’m shocked to see you here. Keeping up on your daily errands, I take it? Ufu...”

[hippogriff]

@karnaes

“Yoo~hoo! Hey, Karna!” With all of his typical carelessness, Astolfo trots towards his old friend enemy frienemy with a beaming smile and a waving arm. As always, he has no qualms about belting out the other Servant’s True Name for all to hear.

“Where are we? Is this another Grail War or something?”

[pessimisticobserver]

“Oh? If it isn’t Launcher again. What a happy coincidence.”

     He doesn’t sound happy at all, however-- but it’s not as if he’s particularly annoyed to see the white-haired man again. This Servant was, after all, actually rather decent.

But to say he had interacted with Karna back in the Moon Cell would be a lie. They had hardly ever spoken-- or if they had, he’s already forgotten. But this man was a quiet one to begin with, wasn’t he? And they had no reason to really talk to one another, anyways.

So you could say that this was their true first meeting.

“Before you respond-- of course it isn’t happy, I was being sarcastic.”

“There’s nothing happy about being in this place again. I feel as though this sort of clarification is necessary with you, however. You’re welcome.”

@vasavis

[fervormeisanguis-blog]

Chosen of the Spear [closed @ Karna]

karnaes

What distinguished Heroic Spirits from the rest of humanity? Was it their personality? Their deeds? The impact of their lives? Most likely, a combination of all three factors. However, sometimes, just sometimes, you could tell Heroic Spirits by the way they carried themselves.

It amused Kayneth somewhat, to see that even in this city the so-called Heroic Spirits of days past had been trapped alongside the weak and downtrod. This one in particular was quite an impressive man, almost regal in the way he carried himself. Attempting to cross the street to pass him, Kayneth somewhat accidentally and somewhat purposefully wheeled his chair over the Spirit’s foot.

Oops.