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@unlimitedcircuits
Emiya-Sama! You like to cook and sometimes the staff sees you tinkering with thinks like our heaters! Do you like working with your hands? What else can do you with them?
❛ It’s just an old habit, I suppose... ❜ awkward glances ❛ I... also clean a lot. I am not one for a lack of respect upon another’s living space. As I know what it’s like to live in a place that is not mine, I do my best to respect it while I stay there. ❜
Restless. He had been out there for hours, waiting for a response; so little a sign that he could return, and yet he could not do anything but desperately attempt to connect with the support Master’s mana. Gloved fingers had dropped the Black Bow onto the ground, before it’s clatter fading into a spark of blue-stardust. Panting ensued, his eyes shutting in response... mana was low. He could not keep this up forever, but he hadn’t disappeared yet. There was hope, but it was faint. No contact, no reassurance, and almost no mana to back him up. Truly being a Servant with a limited mana supply was not this aggravating? He could not keep calling out his trump cards for how much they sacrificed; these things not only took time, but they were meant to end opponents he knew the end to. These mobs were endless.
Huffing out, the male had emerged from his one-knee, bearing nothing but confidence. How hard he had to try to be a support Servant. Silver eyes narrowed down his awaiting opponents, multiple eyes upon him like prey...
A copy of the Married Blades materialized in both hands, as he reached up to clean up some of the wounds upon him... he could manage a few more of Kanshou&Bakuya’s before he would be in definite trouble. He could not tell the outcome of this fight, but it would not be spent slacking as long as he could tell the other was alive.
Jeanne Alter by artist sawaWSE (@charlie70189)
i’m not dead
not entirely. if I owe you any replies, i am sorry and thank you for your patience. if you wish to plot something out, feel free to contact me so we can plan the stuffffff
hopefully i will not be dead soon
aecorus:
“Life is like a flower, it can be gentle and soft, but sometimes, can wither away without reason…”
Independent/Selective/Private Fate-Based Lady of the Lake from Arthurian Legend.
Penned by Maxie
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“Good luck~”
Those were the parting words from Da Vinci when she rayshifted into an era that had a problem, but what that problem was couldn’t be pinpointed. It was in Japan, that much was for certain. But where in Japan couldn’t be completely pinpointed, so she was dropped off at an approximation.
Ritsuka made her exit out of a train station to a bustling time of people. There were so many there that it was amazing, and she hadn’t seen another human for a while that didn’t already work in Chaldea. She looked around and, forgetting the mission for a minute, went to look at some of the stores and what they held.
While she was doing that, she noted someone from out of the corner of her eye. Ah, had she found the source already? Looking over, she made sure to keep the person in sight before running up to tap their arm.
“Excuse me-!
“…..Is everything alright?”
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❛ ...! ❜ His body seemed to react immediately, a twitch of the arm responding gently; whether to the tap or to the sound of her voice, it was hard to tell. Gentle eyes bore down onto contact, silver orbs gathering info... observing the one that was speaking to him. There was something about this one. A shocking revelation the more he stared, and the more he seemed to familiarize the information he would base off of. Shaking his head, however, he would cast that glance back to what he was doing. In front of him, the store laid out a table full of multi-cultural ingredients and other useful cooking purpose items. ❛ I am fine, why do you ask? ❜ It was an odd question, but he was an odd person. There was something about this man’s aura that obviously stuck out, if his appearance wasn’t already an oddity... among the ones surrounding them, he was the only one to bear such a look.
❛ Do I know you? ❜
finding common ground
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She pauses a moment, regarding him with mild agitation, tsking under her breath. “Matters not, yet you become defensive if i refer to you by your true name. such hypocrisy.”
she sighs, walking towards him without concern, standing only inches from him, regarding him as she crosses her arms.
“and yet you still make assumptions. when did you become such a prickly bastard, emiya?” she stares at him and sighs. “you say I am nothing like you yet my life is about those ideals that betrayed me. Left me a servant of your father.. who abandoned me in the grail mud so that my mind and body would be burned for ten years. how I wish I’d shoved a blade through that young girl’s heart before she picked up caliburn so I could avoid this fate.
“Do you know what it is… to have your memory erased because you believed in ideals and held that others would keep to them too? pshah. Had I a proper mind, I would have beheaded your father when he summoned me. But then I’d trusted he was a good man who held ideals similar my own. and where did that trust lead me? to a hell that ripped my mind away so i can not recall my own kin or life. I know your betrayal, Shirou Emiya, more than you believe. Do not dare speak down to me as if I know not that pain.”
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❛ Then don’t dare to speak as if you were close to me because of that pain. ❜ Her fumble of words would’ve held regret and a massive ounce of pain to weigh down the shoulders of anyone, but she chose the wrong ears to preach onto about the pain she suffered. Not that it didn’t matter to him as a person, but in a scenario of self interest... eyes averted back to that cold yellow-stare, meeting it with none but the soulless silver eyes staring back into them with no expression. ❛ You may know my betrayal, but you don’t know me. Myself, my ideals, goals, and even my self-interest... don’t compare any one of the things to the other just because the thread aligns them together. If every hero’s sob story could bring us closer to one another, we wouldn’t be at each other’s throats over a silly competition. Unlike you, I haven’t fallen from my goal. As a personality; maybe a mindset, I may have fallen. I hate this dream, this desire and passion to achieve what was given to me from a certain moment onward... but I do not betray it, not even now. ❜
the alter simply regards the other with a dead eye, her smile gone for a moment before she lets out a sigh. "your name is your name. there is no running from it, but if it is in that way, then I shall abide by it.. for now. It is fine, that I call you Emiya then, is it not?" she ask him. "and do try not to assume my goals here. for at least not to hold them to yourself so I may not correct them if they are wrong. so tell me... what do you think I believe?"
❛ Names hardly mean a lot. I never went down in history as some valiant warrior or hero, so the meaning of my name holds little regard there either. ❜ He averts his gaze from hers, silver orbs glancing with pained indicators saying that every part of said conversation was in fact as uncomfortable as it was a reminder. He never lived through this lifestyle, but... he knows the act he committed to enact that his other timeline self saw it through. A pained lie filled with so many fights... His mind broke assuredly, so many times over. ❛ Death, destruction, war, victory -- I do not assume your goals, but I assure you we have nothing in common. ❜
"Archer, is there something troubling you?"
❛ Was there something different about my expression that helped you figure that out, Saber? ❜ Personally speaking, there was always a trouble in his life and only the most grand moments granted to him of relief or happiness were brief... seconds of feelings he could never truly grasp onto. ❛ It doesn’t seem a problem someone of your stature should have to take consideration of. ❜
Yes Emiya, he has a picture if you as motivation to help him with his work outs sessions. "Just 20 more reps! Can't be thick and buff like Emiya without breaking a sweat and feeling the burn!"
❛ Surely there are better Servants to model your progress off of. Regardless, I do appreciate the admiration. I am flattered. ❜
What DO we want?: @unlimitedcircuits
Perhaps a long time ago, I would’ve wished to live a simple life as such. That’s all I can say… I’m not sure what it is I want anymore. ❜
It was difficult to think about all this honestly. While he loved being useful to others being caring for them, in the end that sort of happiness couldn’t fill the void in his soul alone. Yet here stood Archer, a man who saved and ended countless-lives seemingly no wiser as to what would bring him happiness.
“I haven’t been able to be selfish in the typical sense yet. The closest I get is trying to force outcomes I want on others, like saving them even if they don’t want to be saved or don’t want me to suffer as a price. To find something I like just for my own sake and for no one else’s benefit-I can’t think of anything deeper than tinkering with junk just for fun.” He let out a sigh as he hated to admit he was just as lost as Archer.
“I don’t think we could live a simple and normal life without feeling guilty on some level. Then there is the fact that if we gave up the old man’s dream, then what would be find to replace it?”
❛ This void you describe as needing filling is because and only because the expression he gave you meant something and defined your entire life thereon after. My guilt has slowly conformed into emotions I can’t describe; then a lack of emotions altogether. I can’t comprehend the emotions some of my actions warrant, whether I should truly feel some sort of way anymore. Something... anything is better than this. ❜
"...I don't know how to feel about everyone ignoring the fact you choose to your ambitions and dreams over an traditional life with a family. They call you mom yet they just ignore the fact you killed without mercy when you were tasked to by the counter force. It's...quite a bit of a misunderstanding. If you knew what you knew know, would you have chosen to have a family? Do you think you would have been happy?"
❛ If I came equipped with the knowledge of how things would have turned out, I would have chosen not to exist at all. My existence is a contradiction to the lifestyle and purpose I sought to achieve. I did NOTHING but dampen the world, others praising it as saving.
Perhaps a long time ago, I would’ve wished to live a simple life as such. That’s all I can say... I’m not sure what it is I want anymore. ❜
Kamadeva didn’t know Shirou Emiya from Adam, but Sakura did. She knew him very well. So the god crossed his arms, a smooth smile on his face, and wondered if he should approach.
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Unlike him, EMIYA knew well who that body originally belonged to... the face was all but painful reminders to a time he can barely recall. In fact, it’d be no mistake to say that he remembers not a single name from his past other than his own... he only remembered the King of Knights due to his unlikely connection that kept intertwining their fates into meeting. Regardless, the face of the possessed body could not be seen for too long... too many headaches arose from the lack of being able to call forth a name. Bad memories that he could not visualize entirely, but feel. ❛ Paint a picture if it helps you remember... ❜
it has been an EXTREMELY LONG TIME since I have been on here, and it is safe to say I am completely out of touch of how to work this website in roleplay. that, and I’ve sadly seen a lot of the accounts I’ve previously interacted with have long abandoned their accounts as well so... pretty sad times. but for the most part, I did fall in love with the way people write on here and find it mesmerizing how aesthetic a lot of it looks. I won’t pressure, but I’d really appreciate being shared around a bit! i’m very open to plotting and other roleplay related things or even chatting! otherwise, yay i’m back!
Fate/槍弓
今年もよろしくお願いします
Sorry for said absence folks. Lots of things are happening in my life that were both unpredicted && impacting in negative ways. I’m not sure when I might be able to return to said replies but I’ll be trying my best to fix my way so I may write with you all again soon.
Hope to see you all soon!
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