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@themanoflight
Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)
💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
“A ball, eh? Well, it’s a shame I haven’t been here long enough to get a date. Ah well, might be fun to attend anyway.”
◀ “Couldn’t the same be said about you, Cu Chulainn?” Her faux prayer disturbed, the Magus rose back up into a standing position and turned her gaze towards the Servant. Was this the same iteration she’d encountered in the distorted Fuyuki?
“I summoned you as a Lancer sometime after Fuyuki. Your Luck stat was… uh… Well! I guess that would make us like two peas in a pod, right?” He had a point though, she’d been forced into her role in Chaldea largely due to bad luck.
“I would argue, but being summoned as a Caster ruins any chance of that...Well at least as a Lancer, I had fun. Bad Luck may draw us together, but I’m certain the other me is more fun.”
His constant irritation toward the class he was summoned by remained present even in this new environment. However, it was clear that such a thing would not lessen the merriment he felt from his reunion with an old friend. An affectionate pat on the head was offered.
“It’s good to see you in one piece. Did you just arrive?”
◀ “I’d like to thank God and also Jesus for there being Servants in this city. Amen.” She didn’t really pray under normal circumstances. The church she knew wasn’t that sort of place. But for once, she was honest to God grateful that she wasn’t alone.
“That’s quite funny, bordering hilarious.”
The hooded servant strode up alongside her, as he had done many times before in a different time and place. Pulling his hood off his head, he offered the young woman a smile in greeting.
“God was never kind to you, so far as I remember.”
“Christmas, eh? Well to all a good Christmas and however the rest goes. May your day be filled with joy and presents and whatever else this holiday entails.”
a little birdie?
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Though this city will be dreadful in nature, there were perks. It was a bit peaceful, naturally all cities will have their part in crimes behind a dark alley but that was none of Marie’s business, after all, she doesn’t know if she’s in France or not. Naturally, she can’t just go up to people and be like, ‘bow down to me for I am the queen of your country’, no. She was in a revolution just for that.
“Aaah, truly the generations these days can really make such tall buildings.” Marie gazed upon the streets as she lean across the railing. Where was she, you wonder? Oh, just simply standing upon on of the tallest building in Hive City. Do not copy the action she is doing, leaning against the railing on a very tall building is not a wise action. Leaning down more, Marie thought she saw a familiar face until she realize that she lean in too far. “Uh…”
A good lady does not scream even in the midst of falling off a building.
The robe and the staff were discarded for the time being, ignored in favor of more modern apparel that fit the weather. His gear could be called upon in an instant, but needless to say, he truly didn’t wish to. Fighting as a caster was akin to bring a gun to a fist-fight; removed any sort of joy or honor that could be had in it. In a fight as a lancer, there was a chance the other could walk away to fight again, unless he truly wished them dead. With magic, it was all or nothing, and it truly left him feeling sour.
He was brooding over this, when his instincts flared at a rapid approach of another. Gaze shifted rapidly from side to side, but he didn’t spot anyone. No, it was the descent of the small female form descending from the sky that caught him off guard, knocking him flat on his back, the woman laying atop of him. Winded, he took a look.at the offender.
“...It’s raining woman...”
He would be happy if that fall didn’t hurt so much. And if the presence of the other didn’t alert him almost immediately to the reality of whom had fallen atop of him. With a sigh, he moved out from under her, and while the voice he greeted her with was on the harsher side, a hand was offered to help her up.
“Was this your attempt at a sneak attack, servant? Or are you really this daft?”
Pop Quiz
Well, well, well.
It was a figure she would not readily forget, though some things had changed. A bit taller now with some muscle but she could spot him easily enough in the crowd. Legs spread as she as she readied her stance and grounded herself, the thick wooden spear she was given was now being held in one raised hand near her head.
Her aim was precise and she knew she wouldn’t miss. Feeling that the wind was on her side only meant it would glide that much more easily toward its destined target. With a satisfied smile the muscles in her arm flexed and propelled her hand and the spear forward–throwing it a healthy 60 yards in distance.
Let’s see how much Cuchulain remembered from his schooling. Consider it a pop quiz.
@themanoflight
He could feel it in the air even before it neared him. The attack was sudden, caught him off guard, but what would have been too swift for others to react to, was almost in slow motion for a demi-god such as he. Instincts flared, and he swung to face the incoming assault, three sweeps of a finger through the air, nearly faster than the human eye.
“ANSUZ!”
A burst of flame, extending from the tip of his staff, engulfed the approaching spear, burning it to cinders before it could make contact with him. Lowering the raised armed, he peered outward to the attacker from underneath the fur lining of his hood, bracing himself for a fight. Yet even as his gaze fell upon the supposed attacker, he grew calm, the tension of battle giving way to the merriment that would come with beholding a very old and close friend, to whom he would call out to.
“Oh? Is that you, Teacher? Reduced to sneak attacks here in this city or are you just saying hello?”
“Well, at least I’ll have good company. Grail must have really dropped the ball this time around, letting so many servants loose.”
Bold were his first steps into this new world, a land that held an odd level of familiarity to him, an almost deja vu like feeling. Some of the sights felt like he wasn’t viewing them for the first time, and yet everything remained new. The dissonance between the two truths were utterly frustrating, like a buzzing fly in the back of his mind that he simply couldn’t swat. With a disgruntled sigh, he tried to disregard it all, wanting nothing more than to enjoy yet another return to the world of the living,
Unfortunately, even that came with an unfortunate circumstance, this one being clearly denoted by the weapon in his hand, and his own outlandish - even by his standards - attire.
“Dammit, again? I don’t even feel the pull of a master here, why am I obligated to be a Caster?”
A great woe of his, that due to the teachings of his respected master, Scathach, he was actually proficient enough in magic to be summoned as a Caster, even though he himself greatly disliked such a role. So much as he could argue, sadly, it was already too little too late. His strength was certainly less so than that of his Lancer counterpart, and he could feel even his agility and endurance had suffered. In return, he could feel that the mana within him was easier to access.
There was no use brooding on it, as annoying it was. Opportunities were now present before him. Time to make use of them.
His tongue could do battle with the best of them, she notes, and it is not a realization that is not without its appreciations. Oh, his words are sugar-coated venom, though, and she knows it too well — she’s known his kind before, the ones who will lure women with their golden words, only to have their way and be done with her by morning’s light. But Rider will be damned if she allows herself, or any other woman fall victim to such a ploy — not while she’s around.
”Oh? Your words are so well-rehearsed, I almost think them true." But everybody knows, almost doesn’t count. "A shame you were not better at acting, knight.”
The hatred which drips from her final word could nearly give away her identity — there are not many women who have as true an abhorrence of heroes as she, and even fewer still whose lives would qualify them to become an Eirei in the first place. Yet, as always, her mask is forever the grandest clue towards her identity.
Remarkably, however, she cares not for whoever he is: she’s already predetermined to hate him with every fibre of her being, and such does not seem as though it will lax anytime soon. ”Perhaps I do desire your blood — will you be one to hand it over willingly?”
"With such a stinging remark, one would think I've wronged you in the past. No, it's not ire toward me that you have. It's toward my kind, isn't it? You've been undone by men in your past haven't you? One would think you'd think a little higher of heroes but then again..."
His words, arrogant and pointless as they are, were simply a means to distract her while his mind went to work, putting together the details to piece a full image of whom he was dealing with. The blindfold, the collar, the hatred toward men, especially men of heroic nature. She was something special alright. But then again, what did that mean to him? No, what he was seeking was an answer to the question of who was she. There were a few that came to mind but only one fit the bill...
"And the truth is clear. Seems you gave me a little too much to work with there. Ha, but you're mistaken, I'm not a knight. Not yet at least. That said, I do have a code that seems to beg for the odds to be a bit more even on this one, considering now that you've helped me gain your identity..."
"If you cannot heed my words, then heed my warning. You stand to fight against the servant who will become Ireland's Man of Light. This is the last chance I offer to you. Test your fangs against my jaws, and there will be blood on both of them. You can leave, and we will likely never meet again, and we can go about our time in this city with out merry little lives. Stay, and I know your blood will beg for my death, and quite frankly, I find my patience with your company is wearing thin."
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Does Chloroform really work on a servant? We may never know...
“ A girl like that knows nothing of herself if she can not even express her sexuality.“
"Eh, she's young and learning. Probably had an interesting childhood. Give it time. She'll figure things out one way or another."
"Hmmm, cat fight. Go get em, boss."
"...That is one massive pile of shit."
Perhaps her mind wasn’t entirely there…for a long while she wasn’t certain she was human. Wasn’t she just a monster? A clone? Made to be a doll to fit the soul of another more sadistic woman.
Inori had little to care about, that was all.
"I had thought this was heaven. Or hell. I died before coming here." But it seemed others had not died but were stuck here anyways. "Is there even a place to return to?"
"Didn't the scientists talk to you about this?"
He had figured everyone here went through the talk with the rulers of the city. Had she completely blanked out through it all, or was she not able to remember anything at all? It was concerning, to say the least. He didn't really have a reason to care about her, but he wasn't necessarily one to stand aside and not help one in need either.
"Not quite, but I suppose it's close. I was a spirit before I made it here, so I suppose we have that in common. Consider this place a second chance.
"A spear…?"
The Arrancar’s attention was caught with the sight of the weapon, a sigh following the better glimpse of it with the closing of distance between them. Arms crossed themselves beneath her chest, eyebrows furrowing at the wooden weapon the other held. Was wood something the scientists had an unfortunate abundance of?
"I…don’t know of this Black Knight you speak of."
There was a pause, her inquiries shifting to the weapon that previously piqued her interest.
"But you know of Knights, so are you one yourself?"
Her curiosity was struck by his weapon it seemed. With a short twirl, he held it out for her to view. There was nothing really special about his weapon at all, unlike other wooden spears he had become accustomed to using, which were often enchanted to strengthen its bite and durability. Sadly, while he knew some magic, it was all rather of destructive origin, rather than enforcement or restoration.
"That so? Well I suspect if you don't, you soon will. He's gonna be rather popular 'round these parts in a matter of days, I suspect. I suppose you could say I was one in my world, but at the same time I wasn't. Hard to explain."
Namely that his future self would become one of the most famed Red Branch Knights in all of Ireland.
