#kv open

[odiumryuu-blog]

neverending .

Hakuryuu had been summoned-- again.

A young, blonde girl with a sadistic smile and a suspicious nature had claimed him as her servant, despite him having no knowledge of what had happened to his previous master. He had assumed the only way to be switched to another master was for the pair to lose their lives or use up all three command spells but that had not been the case. The very thought was ridiculous; the prince had never left the side of his former lady, not even once. In the short time that they had been together, he had vowed to protect her and had not been forced to do a single thing against his will.

Could the broken Grail have decided that he and his new master-- Alice-- were a better pair and therefore split apart his previous contract? It seemed impossible, yet here he was, bound to a newfound fate. Perhaps it was Alice who knew some secret and somehow manipulated it for her own gain-- but he could not be certain. Add to the fact that her character was questionably childish, and all he truly understood was that he was now responsible for her, left only with random conjectures as to how he was stuck in this situation once more.

Nevertheless, Hakuryuu could not help but wonder what became of Lady Celes. Under the guise that he was out memorizing their surroundings (which, admittedly  wasn't entirely false) he kept an open eye for her, following along the city's sidewalks as to not lose his way. It occurred to him as he was walking that he also needed to do something to get on his master's good side, and thought about the idea of getting her a gift. Unfortunately, he hadn't the slightest idea what her interests were, leading him to ponder aloud-- loud enough to sound as if he was asking the person standing beside him.

"What do girls like...?"

[saintism]

pacifique: [open]

Silvern rays rippled over the line of dampened sand. Melodious waves crash rhythmically as the city lights faded, leaving the heavens to bathe her in the luminous moon in their stead. Bottles sat propped within the sand, containing a fine wine she had purchased hours before her arrival to the tranquil shore. A source of energy and indulgence, to relieve the Master she has connected with of the burden to replenish her from his own mana.

Gauntlet digits clinked against each other as she stepped forward after discarded the removed stockings were set aside. Exposed feet disturbed the peaceful pattern of the waves, her advances halting to her ankles. Any who had been observing might assume it was a casual pause. However, this particular case was far from such as her frame straightened, guard risen more than it was previous moments.

Rather than initiate a battle on the entity she sensed, she spoke. " What is war but an arduous battle with bouts of peace scattered throughout? E'en a King is in need of repose from all his glory. "

Golden plait swayed as visage turned to gaze into the vast darkness of the treeline, lilac hues dimly glowing as she awaited a revelation of whom she spoke. Words given as an offering of peace -- sanctuary -- for this evening of the holy war. While not expectant that they may consider accepting an invitation from an enemy Servant, she let her words continue.

" You are welcome to join me if you desire. My blade is at rest this night if you do not say otherwise. "

[octavaespada-blog]

Facetious (Open)

Humans. Filthy, boring, imperfect humans. Oh, how Szayel longed to be rid of their stain upon the world, and here he was, stuck among them. If the rules of the war were up to him, he's be destroying this city at will with his servant, but that simply wasn't allowed. No, he'd have to wait until he had the grail, for such perfect destruction.

What use could he put these insects to, one would wonder. But Szayel already had a perfect plan, one befitting a being such as him. It would be so easy to infect many of them with his Rokureichuu, to use them as his eyes. After all, they would record things the pathetic humans couldn't see, the magical traces around the city left by other masters and servants. "May I trouble you a moment, Sir? You wouldn't want some lunch, perhaps?"

Oh, how it irked him to act polite, but it would work. "No, no, absolutely free. It was supposed to be for a function, but they cancelled the catering, and I simply couldn't let it go to waste." More like he'd stolen it from a most unfortunate man, but he couldn't be blamed for that. Humans didn't deserve to be of use for anything, other than his amusement, and what he was doing was just sofunny.After all, the spiritual insects would slowly weaken their hosts. The amount was unnoticable on someone with ability, but for a normal human... how interesting it would be.

It didn't take too long for all of his bait to disappear, though, only ensnaring a few people. Apparently his free food was popular. Watching them leave, he smile to himself, a hand running through his hair. Less eyes than he had hoped for, but it hardly mattered, feeling the approach of someonebetter. Pequisa was such a useful tool, and it wasn't too hard to tell the difference between a participant and a civilian. Not that there was a reason to admit any knowledge of them being different, turning to face them with a small smile on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you seem to have missed lunch. It was such a pleasurable meal, too. You're not disappointed, are you?" He almost felt sorry for the person; being so unaware of the perfectly dangerous being they were speaking with, unaware of how much peril they were in. It almost made him want to laugh. "I'd hate for you to leave unsatisfied, my dear. What's your name?"

[codefounder]

Tea time - Open

[One would imagine that a cake store would have a pleasant and calming area where people could eat their sweets and desserts without being bothered by others out in the open and that would be the case if it wasn't for the fact that this single particular being was among the guests clients was drawing everyone's attention to himself by reading out loud.]

It was then that the boy couldn't resist the urge to tighten his embrace on the lady in front of him, their bodies soaked in sweat as he moved rhythmically to match her pace. "Ah, that hurts!" Exclaimed the lady as she felt his grip tighten and her senses overflow!

[Here he was, reading his erotic novels out loud for everyone around to listen as if it was nothing wrong to do. However, the clerks of the shop were troubled as to how to approach him since something about him made them want to stay away from him. It was then that someone seemed to approach Heike for an unknown reason and then his attention shifted from his book towards this new person.]

Is something the matter? Would you like to join me for some tea?

[Unaware of whatever intentions the new face had with Heike, he politely offered some company to them.]

[thekinslayer]

Death's calling [Open]

[So far, the search for enemy Servants and Masters had gone fairly well and he had spotted some people that were related to the war one way or another and had weighed them a bit so it was time to take a further step to find out more critical information.

Watching from far away, Death started to summon walking corpses into his control with his necromancy magic. It was the weaker souls that answered Death's call the fastest and the strongest souls were usually the hardest ones to summon that took Death both time and effort, but given the current cap in his power, he would only be able to summon a couple of strong souls so instead he wanted to see his enemies abilities by summoning as many lesser skeletons and corpses.

"Let's see what they are capable of." Death thought as he let the undead run loose into the city limits, obviously scaring people away from the sight of it. This was surely going to draw a few Servant's attention or maybe some Master who tried to be a hero and take the corpses on by themselves.]

[akingsinferno]

[Open/Intro]

┌Letting out a yawn, Mikoto sat up slowly. Lazy amber hues shifting over his surroundings. What a headache. Being brought here for some stupid war that he wouldn't even been interested in if it weren't for the 'wish'. Not that he would even know what to waste a wish on in the first place. All he wanted to do was get back and make sure that Totsuka's murderer received a proper punishment.

Running fingers quickly through his pockets he found the pack of smoke he was desperately craving. pulling one out he quickly propped it between his lips before starting a search fro his lighter or matches. Nothing. Damn, he really didn't want to waste his power on something as stupid as lighting a smoke.

Speaking of his power... Was it just him or did the energy feel weaker? Was it because he didn't have a 'master'? This really was a headache, wasn't it? Letting out a heavy sigh Mikoto made his way into the sidewalk, one hand stuffed into his pocket. The other hand reached for the nearest person that had started walking past him.┘

"Do have a light?"

┌He grumbled the question around the smoke in his mouth, before nodding toward it as if indicating that he needed something to light the cigarette with.┘

[pierrot-of-inaba-blog]

Execution [Open // 01;]

Rain, once again, had swept through Fuyuki City. It was nothing uncommon - in fact, the city frequently suffered under such weather during the Summer. Coupled with the darkness which came from midnight, the rain severely limited what one could see at this hour. Not many people dared to venture out in such times, fearful of the risk that criminals might rob them should they wonder into the wrong place...

There was a rumor going around, though, which added to this paranoia in recent weeks. Of a man who would lurk Fuyuki's at night - particularly the park and various back alleys. Few sighted him from a distance and escaped, yet others simply vanished after coming into contact with him. 

Friends coming home from the bar.

Late-shift workers.

Tourists who have gotten lost.

Sometimes they'd disappear by themselves, but other times one of them would manage to escape. However, none were able to accurately identify the man's appearance. Sometimes, he would try to befriend the victims before abducting them, whilst other times the movement was swift and silent with what seemed to be extreme premeditation. There was, however, only one thing which all these reports had in common:

"the culprit's eyes would turn vacant before the victim was taken away"

Leaning back against a wall, covered by shelter, Adachi pulled out a cigarette from his raincoat pocket and lit it up - the flame illuminating the otherwise shrouded area. The street lights were on, but the rain ensured that they did not work to their full capacity, leaving Fuyuki drenched in weak lighting.

Beside him, pinned to the wall with masking tape, was a notice about the disappearances. Adachi read through it briefly - having heard the story at least a hundred times before - and thought to himself:

What a crock of shit, man. These guys have no clue what is happening, stop claiming to see shit that ain't there. Sensationalizing it for their 15 minutes of fame, they aren't going to go anywhere in life just cause they got a little attention on National TV.

The reports sickened him. Life was a struggle, and only those few who were talented at birth were set to succeed. So many others would try, but their efforts would be to no avail. They could not succeed in a world where they were doomed to begin with. Which is why those who span lavish and intricate stories of the recent wave of abductions were the most disgusting of them all.

Because they try to use something so trivial to give themselves a shortcut above the rest. The hard workers, who struggle to achieve. It wasn't fair for any of them!

Footsteps sounded nearby. It was hard to miss them, the splashing of water against the soles of one's shoes made a very distinct sound. This had already told Adachi that he needed to be more... creative... if he was to succeed tonight.

In continuing this spree of abductions, which he had begun upon being transferred to Fuyuki City...

Wearing the facade of a worried man, Adachi darted over to the approaching figure:

"A-aah! Man, you gotta help me! T-that kidnapper, the one who's been on the news? He's right around the corner, trying to get me! Please, PLEASEEE help me, I don't want to die man!"

[the-widows-kiss-blog]

a [friendly] interrogation ►open◄

Where was she? These were things she should know. What was this place... some strange... gathering of lost souls, it seemed like. She'd only watched from a distance, the interactions of others... but it didn't seem like anyone really... belonged here. She sure as hell didn't. It was like some waking dream, it didn't seem real. Hell, most everyone here seemed other-worldy - not that Natasha was blind enough to think the world she called home was the only one out there. No, she'd learned first hand she couldn't have been more wrong. 

Even so... something here just felt... wrong. 

Was this one of those experiments? Was she lying in a room, unconscious, hooked up to God knows what, trapped in some mind game designed specially for her? ... were these other people even real? Her throat felt dry and her eyes narrowed, gaze slowly dropping to her hands. She looked them over, as if she could judge the world by them. That if there was truth to be had, perhaps she could find it underneath her fingernails. Hands balled into fists, she glanced aside. There was no real look of discomfort or concern on her face, her eyes were like fogged glass - there might have been something on the other side, something deep and thoughtful, but you couldn't quite get there. 

Well, what was she supposed to do? Here she was. What was left but to find answers? And she wasn't going to find them standing around here. Then again, from what she had seen... well she wasn't sure answers were gonna be all that easy to come by. They usually aren't, Tasha, she chided in her mind, a breath of laughter escaping her. 

"Never stopped you before..." she said to herself, putting on her best detached smile as she shook her head.  She'd dealt with worse.

Tucking some deep auburn hair behind one ear, she checked herself over, her guns, her gadgets, everything seemed in order. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, but she was nothing if not prepared. Her gaze scanned the area before her - some sort of ruins, looked like it used to be a city, but that was a long forgotten past. Earth had already begun the long process of reclaiming what was originally hers. She had kept herself at a distance from anyone she might have encountered originally, just to get her bearings, and it seemed like most people nearby had cleared out. Still, there seemed to be some viable candidates - if they could prove useful or not she couldn't know until she asked. 

Just a regular day on the job. Good old intelligence gathering. 

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. A little hard without a target, but hey, she didn't sign up for easy. Not that she signed up for this at all.