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[lagreine]

@tsarinavich​

After looking around the golden ward for a few hours, she decided to head for the apartment she was assigned too. Hilda was very open to the idea of sharing a space with others and was pretty excited to meet her housemates too. Using her key she opened the door to the apartment and peeked her head in carefully. Snivy could be found at her feet, also peeking her head in. 

“ whoa, these are some sweet digs. “

 she said confidently as she swung open the door excitedly. As she turned the corner to check out the kitchen area she froze when she saw someone, they were absolutely beautiful. Like a perfect little doll. When Hilda caught herself staring, she smiled sheepishly before extending out her hand to the other. 

“ sorry about that, i’m Hilda and i was assigned to this apartment just today. “ 

“ I hope we can get along ! “ 

[crueladoration]

͏͏͏͏͏͏                            ⠀  ͏͏･ﾟ ⋮    @tsarinavich​    ❖

                            ❝  Ah, what a surprise! I didn’t realize you take this class as well!   ❞

The boy’s tone is soft, yet the joy in his voice is palpable, excitement written quite visibly across his delicate features. He’s alone, for once, trusted bodyguard no where to be seen (at least, in plain sight; the older man was never far off, to the boy’s slight chagrin). Taking a seat next to the young woman, he sets down his books, before taking her hand in his own, giving it a brief, gentle squeeze. Golden hues are practically sparkling as he gazes over at his friend.

                            ❝   I knew you were taking photography classes, though I did not                             think we would ever cross paths! I only just managed to convince                             Father to let me take this class so I could be more well-rounded.                             He’s been quite… nervous lately. I don’t think he’d let me out of the                             estate at all, if I didn’t have Dimos with me.   ❞

Of course, Rion knew why the man would be so cautious; politicians have many rivals, both in politics and in the common people. The frail, sickly son of one of the most polarizing would surely be an easy target. Though he wouldn’t be so generous or ignorant as to chalk it up to paternal love; he knew he was a failsafe more than anything. Another pawn of his father’s to keep close. An important one, to be sure, but a tool, nonetheless. Briefly, his smile took on more of a bitter edge, corners of his lips curling into a grimace. Quickly, he trained his features back into a cheerful visage, one well practiced.

                            ❝   Enough of me though, how have you been? Still getting up to                             trouble? You don’t have a surprise for the professor, do you?   ❞

[hopeled-archive]

    “ Ah-- Anastasia.” it wasn’t an uncommon thing to run into a Servant that was summoned from a time before they assisted Chaldea. and while their feelings were varied when it came to Chaldea’s Last Master, Ritsuka herself saw no reason to be antagonistic to them. there is a slight pang of guilt upon spotting the girl-- there always is when it comes to the Lostbelts, to those who once resided within them. Russia was the most world-shattering of them all for her, but she couldn’t afford to let that be humanity’s dead end. 

           so while she herself harbors no ill-will towards the princess, she cannot say if it’s the same for Caster. still, she’ll be friendly, as always. eyes glance down at the cup in her hands before she holds it out, steam rising from the opening in the lid to swirl in the autumn air.

     " It’s peppermint mocha. Would you like to try?”

@tsarinavich​ -- starter call

[danaravi]

                                                                     @tsarinavich​​.

                                          ---CLANG!

       he parries the blow with deft precision, and a well-placed sweep of his lance cuts through the flash of blue light hurtling towards his fellow servant. while he does not doubt her ability in battle, the nature of his enemy demands obligation on his part--- given they are his very own flesh and blood. he thought it better to become the sole focus of that hostility, rather than sacrifice others to a wrath that is no fault of their own. this is likely the product of his own memories, and thus, karna shall contend with it himself. others, servant or otherwise, needn’t get caught fruitlessly in that crossfire.

             ❝  ... my apologies, caster.  ❞ he straightens, gaze forward, as his spear remains tightly grasped in a hand by his side, ❝  i would advise that you make haste, and take your leave of this place.  ❞

       he is no fool, quickly deducing the unusual fog to have governed these visions. it takes little to discern this however, given the circumstances surrounding its arrival.

       his piercing eyes search the haze for his foe, inklings of magical energy prickling his senses. perhaps they had recognised their true opponent, and were considering the situation more carefully. 

[inheritedname]

❛ Ladies don’t start fights, but they can finish them. ❜

"Oh, I can clearly see that."

"Remind me to not get into one with you."

[inheritedname]

snap

"Wh--hey!"

"At least get my good side!"

[crudesteye]

It hadn't taken long at all for Baren to make a friend, and per usual, that friend was a cat. Although he wouldn’t say it out loud, having the little white feline trailing behind him and mewling incessantly was a bit of a comfort. He wasn’t going to keep her, of course, but at least she made for good company.

Annnd now she was running away from him. Rude.

❝ Leavin’ already? ❞

He was oddly jealous to see his little shadow come to a stop at the feet of a young woman not more than ten feet away.

❝ Oh. I’ve been replaced. ❞

@tsarinavich​

[sanpatron]

With the holiday season fast approaching, it was up to Django to begin his work on creating designs that would capture the hearts and minds of people across this island. Something new and dazzling—ready to compete with GANG✩STAR’s Summer line and it’s highly-praised Vice collection.

But what exactly would work this time? What could he and the rest of the team possibly create that would potentially surpass previous years? Something that will make hundreds upon hundreds of people line up outside their store, ready to spend all that hard-earned money for the chance to wear just the absolute most stylish coat you ever did see.

Well for starters he should probably hire on some new models.

And how convenient! A girl whose looks seem to capture the very essence of Winter itself would prove to be an excellent addition to this highly-esteemed fashion company’s roster of really super beautiful people.

“ Hey, miss! Excuse me! Could I have a moment of your time? I just wanted to ask you someth— ”

Seems like somebody forgot the importance of looking both ways before he crossed the street. Fortunately enough there was no impact, which admittedly wouldn’t have done much to the man given his tendency to play in traffic on purpose. However, this sure as hell wasn’t gonna stop him from going the fuck off.

“ MOTHERFUCKER! YOU TRYING T’ KILL ME HERE? JESUS CHRIST, WHAT A MORON. I SHOULD FUCKING DRAG YOU OUTTA THAT CAR RIGHT NOW AND BEAT YOUR STUPID HEAD INTO THE SIDEWALK. NOW GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME BEFORE I RECONSIDER. STUPID-ASS PRICK. ”

“ Hi, sorry about that. Y’know, accidents happen! Hahaha. Anyway, would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions? Nothing weird though, I promise. Just wanna see if you’re interested in a potential business opportunity. ”

@tsarinavich​