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With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.
sleeping at last, saturn
Lbh there needs to be good halloween images of jehanne 🤔
Please reblog this if it is okay to send you memes a few hours after you reblogged them. So timezones/work do not lock out some people of meme fun
roleplaying shouldn’t be a burden.
if you don’t feel like writing today, then don’t write! you shouldn’t have to stress yourself out for something that’s supposed to make you feel good.
if you don’t feel like answering asks today, then don’t! you shouldn’t have to feel obligated to answering those immediately.
roleplaying is not a nine to five job, it’s something for fun. don’t force yourself to do something you don’t want to do.
empathcrowned:
he’s a myth that’d never been ‘true’; a story that’d serve of hubris —- inaction. time altered the motif, but it’d invariably be the same for him. he’s only thinking about these things because of ruler. what they could provide to keep her playing this game with them although he doubted she’d given up so abruptly. there’s curiosity in her eyes. it won’t disappear till it’s been complied with. every saint must’ve had those eyes even her other self. different purposes but no less conviction. dangerous.
❛ I’m pretty good at the game then. ❜ telling lies came simply to him but so did telling the truth. they’d always been good at weighing the two. whether swaying the courts or noble’s hearts. they’d succeeded but that wasn’t what did them in. he allows her time to make her lies; merciful considering the odds. expecting nothing less from someone raised honestly. her purity wasn’t in dispute.
letting her speak, he heeded to every word. picking them apart to discover what’d been hidden. recalling what they’d learned browsing these halls. this retreat of knowledge && life. ❛ people play safe when they’re trying new things. ❜ follow the leader, so to speak. he’d bet she’d followed along with him or changed things very little. offering one lie instead of nothing but truths. something in his gut tells him it’s so. they’ll still be giving their best guess because picking out which was which wasn’t simple. assuming the pattern would’ve been a small part, not adequate to ‘win’. he’ll bet it on instinct. no better than stumbling around aimlessly.
❛ two truths, one lie. ❜ he started, at last, nodding to himself about that decision. ❛ I could see that being your name. beautiful as it is. let’s call that one truth. next are tricker though… ❜ it’d be him throwing out his guesses; the odds even. ❛ can’t say for sure about your eyes but I’ll call it a lie. the last one must be true. ❜
Jehanne had picked up on his capacity at reading individuals; to Lancer, she had possibly been no different. Despite her status and title, Ruler had been an ordinary person -- -- on that disagreed with telling farces that would hinder -- harm someone. Not once had Jehanne been that type of person -- choosing humility. A good soul, yearning to do modest work in this world, in this new life. She takes a moment of silence, to comprehend his ability at studying, a learning, and reading through mannerisms, patterns, and the like.
His reward is a smile, for she cannot be more obvious than this. Thanes had been correct in his judgement. The Saint to offer a hand in explanation. “While you are correct Lancer, I had provided a solace of truth in my fib; for my Godmother had existed -- a wonderful woman, though there had always been the suspicion of heresy. None of this, of course, had been true.”
“You certainly possess quite the aptitude at this, Lancer.” She agrees with him, wholeheartedly. Jehanne is impressed, despite the reckless act of lying; but there are reasons people lie --- even if it meant to save lives ------ reasons people could explain. It is not her job, nor place, to judge this man where he stood. No, Jehanne simply wished to know about the man that the Grail provided so little insight about. She is defeated, but now they stand at a draw -- leaving Ruler to lure her hand forward. “I believe it is your turn, now, Thanes.”
barrymadnow:
“How flattering. If you were not a Saint, I would have assumed there to be another motive behind your speech.” He remarked offhandedly. Although, it wasn’t as though he were purposefully trying to be abrasive. The remark was one of the first things that had come to mind when one dares to compliment him. Nevertheless, he preens all the same, much like that of a peacock, feathers out and fluttering. “Perhaps you will — provided someone doesn’t attempt to steal my patients by overstepping her bounds.”
“Speaking of which, its understandable that we are servants, in which our bodies are far more sturdy than to be expected, but how are you feeling — physically, emotionally, mentally — when had been the last you’ve obtain a routine check?”
@urnaithi // original
Simply, Jehanne offers a smile to his offhanded comment -- for she had always known her pure intentions -- -- -- compliments. Ruler observes Berserker quietly in wonder; at a medical marvel that had been banished from history until the more modern eras; perhaps it is more understandable as to why, he is his class. The Saint listens, offering a subtle laughter to his rebuttal -- but it had not been malicious, but genuine. Jehanne turns inward, towards herself -- examining the gentle hands that had held many weapons.
It takes her a moment -- a moment of thought. “I am fine, Doctor.” She correctly states, but that simper does not seem to cease from her visage. “Though I am most curious --- if you’d be interested in picking at the mind of a controversial woman warrior throughout the ages.” For there had been many founded documents about the renown Jehanne d’Arc with outrageous accusations of various illnesses.
bunnysmultimuse:
@urnaithi
Berserker Jalter was busy at work in her room as she penciled out some concept art for a new character. She started out with a rough design but quickly found herself with multiple papers scattered across her desk with little notes written on them. Some were simply brainstorming colours for their attire and hair while others had notes on their personalities. A few were obviously based on other servants that she knew as she used them as a baseline for a few characters.
When she heard the door open she looked up from her desk only to furrow her brow in anger. “H-Hey! I didn’t say you could come in! Get out!” Despite her words she found it difficult to maintain her angry look as she was more embarrassed than anything. As she turned she bumped one of her sketches off the table without even realizing it as she focused on the ‘intruder’ into her room.
The Berserker clearly had a lock on her door but it was left unused even though she was constantly interrupted by other servants and their master. On some level she kind of liked them coming by to check up on her but she was too proud to admit it to some of them, especially the saint before her now.
The paper on the ground had a few note written on it and among them were:
blonde
annoyingly nice
the kind of character you hate to like
stupid saint
seriously, why is she so nice? doesn’t she ever get tired of it?
punchable
very punchable
overbearing
The notes trailed off until the corner of the page there was a small, neatly written one
kind to those that don’t deserve it
Curiosity had been one of the punch-able Saint’s vices. She, obviously, abused her authority by coming into the Berserker’s room -- -- -- without knocking. However, Jehanne did not expect to see such a sight. Her counterpart had been fiddling once more with comics; a desire to draft something of interested, and the Alter had certainly caught the other’s attention -- -- in a -- -- -- -- not so good way?
A smile erects onto Jehanne’s lips, violet eyes surveying the parchment that had been cascaded onto the floor. It’s a mess, in this room really, but the Ruler pays no mind to this -- she’s more curious as to what her Alter had been up to. She is careful not to trot onto the paper and ruin their information, but Jehanne does not heed the Berserker’s warning -- -- because her interest had been taken like a mouse to a trap.
What is Jeanne writing? Stupid Saint -- --
There is a chuckle that escapes the Martyr’s lips, snatching a piece of paper from its resting place. Still she smiles, these words are insults, yet in a way, they can be taken as compliments --- --- Berserker had the tenacity of such speech. Jehanne turns the paper away, and dead eyes the culprit in question.
“By chance, are you one of those people that -- don’t deserve it?” She offers a smile, looking toward Jeanne with amusement. “You were silent, so I thought to check on you; I should have guessed that you were busy working, Berserker.”
Sylvia Plath // The Unabridged Journals
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I don’t forgive people because I’m weak, I forgive them because I am strong enough to know people make mistakes.
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“ i am bound to this war . “
Anon do they stand at opposition; the sanctity and taint of this Grail War – bound to their causes of hate and purity. Jehanne had, while before Takehiko, has always come to meet the other on her own terms – – for there is no judgement that lies within her conscience. “We, both, are subjugated to this War; but are still in own our possession of free will, Avenger.”
“What is it that impels you? What force spurns you on?” Her answer, to Jehanne, would be obvious; for would it not be vengeance? That is, after all, what she is as an allegory. But Ruler would push further deeper – – towards the volition that empowers Takehiko. Jehanne, ever defiant against the willpower that fuels her opponent’s hatred. She is ever determined to get Avenger to face herself; perhaps, even the possibility of believing in her own essence – while Jehanne places her own faith there. Let Takehiko prove herself, her worth. “Show that you’ve the strength to break the yoke that binds you.”
@homra-no-artemis – song of achilles – not accepting
Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting (via booksqouted)
“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “
The King of Heroes speaks to this Martyr; she is, however, aware of his arrogance – and a presence that is overwhelming, with no bounds. Gilgamesh’s title is well earned, respected. However, Jehanne is not the type to take kind of accusations that are relative to herself. Her eyes become hooded, optics that are cautious in thought – humble in their study of the earthen floor.
She remembers – fondly, painfully – of individuals that bore a similar state of mind – not that Gilgamesh did. It had been the statement that brought up the memory – the – – recollection. Jehanne had never wanted anyone to prove themselves to her – only for their country and freedom, so that they may be relinquished from England’s hold. There had been one, maybe a few, but he still strikes out to her. A man that held onto his weapon with the volition to wield it for her sake – as he saw Jehanne as his beloved France’s personification. Dwarf, not once had he left her side, and had been cut down while so she had a chance of escape – – it failed.
There is naught beyond such moments for those who will not give themselves whole to their cause.
“You have nothing to prove to me.” is the Saint’s bold declaration. “I acknowledge your title and feats, that tells me as much.” But her eyes dare to look upon the crimson vibrancy that looks down upon her. “You have only prove to yourself. You are here because you willed it, Gilgamesh. That alone has brought you here.”
@goldcncrowned -- song of achilles -- not accepting
“ there is no one like you . “
There is a compelling lapse – Jehanne unsure whether to receive Avenger’s statement as a commendation or libel. Quietly, Ruler gauges through their language of form; seeking to wonder, what exactly had Takehiko had meant with those words. Insult, or not, they rang true to a degree, but Jehanne had never been the type to accept these thoughts out of pride or arrogance – as it was her will to cherish humility. The silence between them, is notable – for Ruler had always something to speak upon; as the two had always been on the opposite spectrum — yin&yang.
A simper is erected on Jehanne’s lips, she’s modestly take the statement; for in this world, she truly believes in the uniqueness of every individual – – – – is Avenger truly any different from this thought? Despite her discouragement in life, Takehiko had her own ideals – dreams – desires—–ambitions.
“Do you not bear the diversity – too?” Ruler offers in rebuttal; letting Takehiko take it upon herself to acknowledge the differences. “We, in our possession, hold individuality — but I humbly believe despite our medley, we are connected.” It is in their own consciousness, where that lies; yet there had been more to understand. She pauses again, and still, with a smile.
“There is no one like you, either, Takehiko.”
@homra-no-artemis -- the song of achilles -- not accepting