#serenitasmusas

[tenebriism]

serenitasmusas : So Atem should get him a birthday cake and presents! GOT IT!

Flight booked. BYE.

[tenebriism]

Atem, he is one more tease away from leaving this shopping center and going home.

[blxck-rider]

❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ (from nero)

"What if I don't have a blade? What if I just have a big lance?" Astolfo asked, hefting Argalia beside him. "I lent my sword to uh... someone and I don't think I'm getting it back any time soon."

[mooncell-master]

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As he watched and observe his servant, went on and on about her love about everything, Kishinami couldn't help but seen everything about his servant come to life. The way she spoke, they way her chest flutters and her hair sways, as she expressed everything.

...It had brought a feeling that been long since repressed their fighting in the Holy Grail. He didn't even think twice, as he went forward, placing a hand upon Nero body, as he lean forward, his lips connecting with his servant, as he smelled a hint...well you guess it, roses, as he let the kiss linger for a few seconds, before he had depart. Leaving his mark upon his servant lips, as he held a smile that rose deep within himself. "There. You did well, Nero."

[astrxlfinale]

“Master has some peculiar tastes.” - from Saber.

"Noooooot in the goddamn least! This is what we call some ol fashioned spirit personified!"

Introducing one of the endless threads of the Trailblaze to the Servant has been a treat in its own right. In the realm where a war thrives in the echoes of deception, connections and ultimately pinning down a certain foe through either ruined spirit or decimate, the road Caelus treads was no such path.

Dark plots awaited in a grand mist that even would make the likes of The Enigmata proud. So how would a Nameless decisively use that very time? Basking in the moment, sewing the very chaos of such a confusing scenario and wholly preparing to rewrite such with touches of grit and gumption. Exploring the lethality of these Noble Phantasms, the echoes of old legends, the anomaly like tides that stirs with the essence of the Paths collide in a confusing mixture with a source known as the Root.

If a connection could not be made only once but twice, isn't that worth exploring?

Truth be told their latest travels threw him and Saber through an interdimensional trashcan. It plucked the both of them into lands etched by that concept of 'trash', that very definition bringing the mundane, the magical and a perilous zone before them. How could those eyes of Caelus not spark with a sense of glee?

"Look at it this way. Isn't the greatest treasure trove in reality the realm where everything 'Thrown away' resides? Artifacts, baseless materials, ideals and even echoes of souls discarded. People think matters close to the heart are the most protected, but I'd argue the things people no longer care about are even greater." Giving a flick of his coat as dangerous forces of the Antimatter Legion began to form, a hot spark of lightning drew an obsidian colored bat into his grasp.

"If there's one place to find leads, this will be it. So how about a little bit of clean up duty?"

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[astrxlfinale]

A Grail war was never over. It was far too EASY for that to be over in Penacony. Because the Grail MOVED to wherever there were wishes to be made. Perhaps not on an Aeonic level, and perhaps not on a level that had a Stellaron close by, but on a more global level. Wishes weren't just Aeonic or Stellaron level thigns that could or would be granted. "Tell me, are you my Praetor?" she asked him as she appeared to him in a beam of light.

Unlike Blue Saber, Nero was loud, confident overly so and reckless when left to her own devices. But there in Planarcadia, it was a perfect blend. Someone's wish to keep killing during the Phantasmoon had awakened the slumbering Grail and it had merged with the Phatasmoon itself to create something that was both Aeonic and Grail in terms in of it's level of wishing cabilities.

A short blonde woman in a red dress, with a semi-transparent silk skirt, and trimmed in gold walked through. Her eyes were a bright lime green, glinting happily and a little mischievously at the man before her. Her lips formed a smile as she took him in and nodded appropriately. "If so I accept, Praetor. My Master. UMU!"

Absurdity would be a reigning charm when it comes to the land nurtured, thriving yet cursed by the Elation and its bag of tricks slung over the metaphorical shoulder. Truth be told this placed scratched a craving that always lingered, a need to explore, to brazenly dive towards unknown realms of strife, wonder and mystery. In this case there was a more 'modern' touch that led with the slew of events that edged towards a dangerous rabbit hole.

To consider this a case of Wonderland would be an understatement in kind.

Where else would a scintillating prism of pure power find itself conjured and burning right before him. Given the nightly stirs of Dovebrook, such a whiplash of contrast prompted him to squint his eyes, an arm abruptly driven before said closed gaze to further keep the luminosity from trying to burn away his damn vision! Not even a second to prepare and look at the form that burned into being in that light. Somehow, the nature of this energy felt familiar to him, that same alien, 'mana' like formula that burned as a power source.

That much knowledge initially roused his concern as he blinked back the ache, his once swimming vision focusing back to the norm. "Wha--? Too long lasting to be a damn lightning bolt, so what in the hell?"

His answer arrives in the form and request of a Preator. Another new term that's laced with significance and sadly too damn far from conjuring understanding in his mind. That wasn't what managed to snag the lead in his feelings, it led to his heart lurching within his chest as a multitude of images of a past adventures jolted from the Remembrance. It was a warm flow of 'reunion' brimming higher as a tinge of a smile dawned. "No goddamn way.. You? Saber?"

"Don't tell me this line has to be a constant during meet ups here. Weren't we partners the last time?" ...Wait. While that was true, what in the hell was prompting the now? His nose wriggled as he caught himself, that overflowing sense of familiarity briefly stalled, a touch modest about looking like a damn fool before whoever this was. While he's still more of a novice to the complexities of both Magecraft and the hall of Heroic Spirits, at the very least he was confident that the Trailblazing ticket would've lingered upon Saber's figure if that was the case.

"We'd need confirmation to burn bright to learn that.. would we?" Just as Caelus began to say as such, that familiar pinch upon the nerves grasp at the back of his hand, the etching of growing command spells weaving itself upon his skin.

....

Well then.

"Uh, I think I actually might be. Is luck more of a natural thing with you?" He sputtered in disbelief.

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[captastrophe]

[Serious Convo over Snacks started here] @serenitasmusas

It was rare to see the Rose Emperor so solemn, though it was easy to figure out why with her stating his displeasure with Draco being around Chelda now. There were no true words of comfort, now, were there? Until their time with their master finally came to an end, Draco would be among their ranks, just as if she were a normal servant. If they weren't experiencing this live, EMIYA would have found the notion completely absurd. A Beast claiming to save humanity?

"BB and the Sakura Five. Kiara Sessyoin. It's not as if our Master hasn't summoned questionable servants, to say the very least. Though unlike those I listed, seeing him summon a part of yourself that you hate is a special sort of kick to the crotch." The Red Archer sighed and shook his head, thinking of the many variants of servants sunning around. He wished he could stop counting how many Elizabeths were running around.

"Ever seen that delinquent bastard with the guns? Supposedly, he's from a fucked timeline of mine and had a run-in with that fake nun as well. Seeing him pisses me off, yet our master loves and cares for him like he does all of us. It's quite vexing at times to be frank." He looked at Nero, curious as to how she was handling the news and what she was thinking about the new "normal" Chaldea had now with Draco here.

"While I doubt the Emperor of Roses would allow anyone to outshine her, even a Beast, I can only guess how frustrating this is for you. I might not be able to understand everything, but I'll listen to as much as you wish to share." He sat at a table and pushed forward the drink he had made for her while pouring one for himself. "Neither of us would accept pity for our situations, but a drink chat over things should be fine, right?"

[ofhope]

"Honey!!!"

As tradition: arms wide, beckoning and receiving a beloved embrace! Squishing his to-be tight to his chest, Saeyoung circles back in spite of distractions (cocoa and rose, or was it sugarplum and lily? linens too, freshly slept on, her sweater plush and welcoming to since calloused hands--) and urges Chae arms-length apart, nudging his glasses up with his finger. Eyes dark, a puzzle! A glint in the corner, like all nerdy mysteries!

"Competition!" triumphantly said, cockiness bleeding into his posture. "A competition ∼ Saeyoungie won. Ah, is it winning when your competition is..."

Jutting a finger southward, Chae would find a sleepy Saeran, leant over one of the many human-sized obstacle towers. Saeran had rolled his eyes, yet kept to-rhythm with Saeyoung's speed, 'till he heard little snorts, little sighs. Saeran was always a snorer. She hated it. Saeyoung loved it.

While their milage certainly wasn't on the other side of the globe, Saeyoung... hadn't felt this far away from her... ever. Breathing comes easier. Instinct rather than learned. Anxiety still rattles his chest in the mornings, leaves him in a sweat, worries Chae, but they work through it. He works through it, rather than shoving it down, blotting light from reach. A tactic he wouldn't have learned were it not for her.

Saeyoung, somewhat absently, sets his chin atop Chae's shoulder. There's so much to do, still. The framing for their bed still isn't unpacked, and though Zen spoke of the health qualities of sleeping on the floor, Saeyoung's back was unforgiving.

(He didn't complain about being Chae's mattress, though. Her laid above, nosing his collarbone... had he ever felt more love?)

"All that matters is if my honey ate," Saeyoung says... then sighs. "Is what I would say, if we were back in the Messenger. I've got to do better! So... I'll clear the way! Hop on!!!"

Offering his back, Saeyoung the Steed builds momentum!

"We'll bring Saeran something back!" eyes flit to the still comatose Saeran, unaware of the antics ensuing. "Prommy!"

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