#maledictisummis

[cyberiic-blog]

❛ maledictisummis

` my data tells me you reside within this city as well. may i ask for your assistance for aid around this place, perhaps ? even if you are to decline, do not fret. i will find another. `

[cursedeye-archive]

          ❝ Ah...eh, I don't mean to pry..but that white hair, ❞ Much like his own, it's a pale white color. Surely it can't be natural by any means. An individual doesn't just suddenly...have white hair, after all. ❝ It's a little unnatural, isn't it? ❞ Not that he can talk, fingers now move to toy with a few strands of his own white hair. ❝ Reason I ask is because well, ❞ 

          ❝ I don't see many people walking around here with this hair color, you know? ❞

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[delusionalheartbeat-blog]

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     Not an eirei this time-- but another human had called him out. ‘Assassin’. A name that, while his appearance made obvious, would have only been known to a select few. In particular... those whom partook in the Holy Grail War.

“... Mm. That’s right. I am an eirei of the Assassin class.”

     Responding honestly, Assassin regarded the man.

     Without a doubt... this person-- they were a mage of some caliber.

“What is it you require of me, Mage? If it is a contract you seek, look elsewhere. I have no Master, nor do I particularly wish for one, here.”

[burudogu-blog]

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Atop a building the Lancer-classed Servant sat, eyeing the entirety of the city. The moving street lights were endearing to watch from a distance, something he learned to appreciate that was nonexistent back in his days. He also learned what cars are and some gadgets he didn't expect humanity was capable of making. Time had passed even when he had died as a human and that was the evidence that life didn't stop at death. He hoped that the people he left when he had faded enjoyed theirs, much like how he did with his with no regrets.

There were a lot to consider and plans to be had. Seeing as Servants from the previous wars were also pulled in this place to function normally, he didn't see a problem with him being summoned once again although a lot of stuffs still lingered within his mind. The fact that he didn't have a Master, how he could exist without the help of one and how his parameters weren't affected by this sudden change. It was all enough to distract him from the time being, keeping him far from bored. Bless this city and it's weirdness.

He didn't have his ability to jump too high and move afloat. So he took the stairs manually and enjoyed what little exercise it gave him... not knowing to himself he could use the elevator instead. But hey, it was fun. He enjoyed how it trained his legs and improved his endurance a little. This place weakened him severely and for that he was a little annoyed. Still, his sharp sense of hearing did not change at all and in one of the alleyways, he heard an agonized scream. Normally such wouldn't be heard from a ridiculous distant, but he was a Servant after all.

Lancer looked down and acknowledged that he would die at such a height if he jumped as he didn't have the strength he used to have and proceeded to run towards the rooftop door and aim for the stairs once again. He wouldn't arrive in that location really fast though and here's to hoping it wouldn't be too late for him to get there.

And after a handful of minutes, he exited the building and tried to locate the source of it once more. It wasn't that far now.

With his breathing ragged and heavy, his face decorated with beads of sweat, the Hound of Ulster came accross an individual alone at the very end of the alley, the pained sound could be heard still. He was unsure what just occurred, but he must have been too late already as the other's appearance deroriated to a degree, or did he naturally look so rotten? Either way, Lancer wouldn't leave him like that. There's gotta be a healing center nearby, right?

"Hey! Are ya' alright? No, I dun' think so. Yer' kinda dyin', dude."

[hoennite--archive]

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     Wandering was what she did best. She’d been searching high and low practically from the crack of noon! She’d been up that bright and early to start looking. She’d tried climbing a tree, or maybe two, but that had only resulted in some cuts and bruises, and now she was resorting to asking anyone that would listen.

            “’Scuse me! Have you seen my friend? He’s about this tall,                   dark hair, wears a funky hat. Sometimes he wears shorts                   over his pants-- I think I’ve gotta picture...!”