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Citta affiliated Zolgen Makiri, housed in B-2, able to use Blink 3 times a day. warning for tentacles. 

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man I suck at plotting. 

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attackride:

“Hm? Oh yes, if i had my actual camera, developing the film would take a day or two. But alas the scientists felt need to take my most important item from me, and give me a flimsy replacement in return.” Perhaps cameras like this were ok, but he still missed his own. It held a lot of important memories for him after all. 

“I don’t have access to a studio here to develop any photos I might take anyway, so it’s a possible blessing. It’s kind of nice being able to see the photos so soon after taking them…” Last time he had one of these he used it to mock highschool monsters. These are definitely nicer circumstances (though not by a lot.)

 “Hmm....if I recall correctly, there were several advance looking cameras within the city proper. Though I know not the price, it wouldn’t hurt to look. It seems that the scientists have only taken weapons and harmful abilities. Material items as harmless as a camera are easily replaceable.” He peers in the picture, unsure of where to keep it now. He possessed no bag and no picture book with him and his pockets were far too small. 

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attackride:

“’Perhaps’? Right… Well anyway. Are you feeling any less.. weird, Zolgen? You were quite a sight for sore eyes before." With all the grimacing and what not.

Tsukasa fiddles with his camera for a minute before snapping a photo of the man looking down pensively as he sat before him.

”Vampires, hmm?“ He’d had his fair share of run ins with them too. He’s still pretty shitty at Wataru for his whole part in his ‘journey’. Though… at least the Fangire looked interesting unlike some of the other monsters he’d worked within the past. Stained glass hell beasts.

”Here, a gift, from yours truly.“ Shaking out the image one last time, he hands the photo over to Zolgen. ”Perhaps it’ll even make you feel better! You’re welcome, by the way.“

(please pretend the image is of zolgen lol)

Honestly as a magus, his intentions were to not reveal that he keeps daily contact with the unknown for a long amount of time , possibly his whole life. But at the same time he feels that he should blurt it out before he becomes a hot mess. 

[Say example Archer Emiya, no want wants to be like him. ]

 “Oh.” 

He is now fascinated by the camera.

 “that is rather fast, it would take hours usually yo get a proper photo.” One hand delicately holds the picture, as if it will break anytime right now.  Hmm. 

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attackride:

This strange man reminded Tsukasa of when he first was wandering around with amnesia, shortly after Natsumi found him and gave him a home. Not quiet empty, but not quite full either. Lost and not sure of himself. He found himself pitying the man, a little, out of empathy.

“Well that.. sounds rough. I’ve had my fair share of encounters with monsters,” unfortunately including himself, “but never a monster forest. Sentient trees don’t really do it for me.”

Tsukasa started slightly as he realised he had no idea what this guys name was and refering to him as ‘that strange man’ in his head was getting kind of tiring.

“It’s about time we introduce ourselves though, no? Tsukasa Kadoya, also known as Kamen Rider Decade, infamous photographer. Nice to meet you.” He smiles down at the seated man, like he expects this guy to know what a kamen rider is.

He has a rather smug face, Zolgen thinks. But it would be rude to think of such a thing to someone who is purposely ignorant and a civilian at best. A normal civilian. 

He ponders for a moment what would happen, if the fog had continued, but no. He realized that this city, its entirety, is a separate dimension of its own. Wether time exists outside or not is not something he could prove on the spot, however. 

 “Kamen...rider? Is that... should I be aware of that? Is it a name that betters humanity as a whole?”

Stare into the eyes like personal space doesn’t matter, than backs down. 

 “Forgive me...odd names are the last thing I had needed. But I am Zolgen Makiri.”

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demanicthorns:

Lucy was restless. Ever since she had come to the city she had been filled with an unsettling energy that she couldn’t seem to shake off. Maybe it was stress or the fact that she wasn’t fighting for her life every other day. Whatever the cause, she had taken to exploring the city in an attempt to make some sense of her situation.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed him until he spoke. Looking at him, she took a moment before speaking.

“Were you attacked?” she asked, it being the only conclusion she could draw by coupling his warning and the state of his cloak together. 

Attacked? Yes. Inwardly, outwardly, attacked by forces that were beyond him. But now, Barbatos is weak and he will do his best to suppress it as much as much as possible. After all, the damage had been done already and he only has his own weakness to blame. 

 “Attacked? Possibly. I am the target of this attack, so it should be safe if you move away.”

 kill her. 

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what alchemic conjunction allowed most of the Zolgen line hair to be blue. 

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Zolgen is around three hundred years old at this time ... or a bit older. Probably. But he was three hundred when he finalised the command seal spells for the servant system. And his first canon young appearance 1888 and the 5th holy grail war in Fuyuki is around 2000 because ten years later Waver dismantled the grail. 

So Zolgen was born around 1550 perhaps? but than he knows Davinci who died at 1519 so he’s older than stated in the wiki and-

Urgh. 

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that small feeling when Zolgen was possible in Russia,  alive when Ivan the terrible [lets call him great...] was human alive. 

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seecoming:

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☾ ゜゜・． How impolite. It was the only word Mr. Knight could use in relation to his kidnappers as he reached into his pockets, only to produce plastic crescent darts rather than ones made of metal. They were all but useless in such a state, save for being used as calling cards. He could still fight, still help, just not nearly as efficiently.

☾ ゜゜・． Stark white gloves moved to fix his tie. The vigilante took a moment to survey his surroundings in the process, at the time, noticing a man who appeared to be in some kind of pain or distress. Moon Knight may have consorted with Khonshu before approaching, but Mr. Knight held no such desire. It was… slightly emptier without the God prattling on, calling him ‘son’, but emptiness was a feeling he could tolerate.

☾ ゜゜・． ❝ Are you alright? ❞ His voice rang out clear and confident as he crossed the night, paying little heed to curious passersby. Perhaps it was the suit, or perhaps it was the mask. He cared little either way. 

Moon Knight or rather Mister Knight, which ever, was blessed to not be possessed by such a  creature within their own mind. Perhaps their own making, who knows what other nasty things that magic emperor had put into his own body. Pain slightly pained as he hunched over to hide his pain. He had the makings of a gentleman from England. 

A fine old fashion coat for the outdoors. And polished shoes for the occasion of ruining the world. Curse you Barbatos, curse you. 

Yes, and curse humanity. Barbatos said inside his mind, Atropos of nothing. 

 “I’m fine....sir.” He tacks on in the end, as if he wasn’t gasping for breathe right now. “I just need... do you happen to know a good...exorcist...?”

That won’t work. 

Yes. 

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attackride:

What a weird fellow. 

“Hmm… You’re quite right about that. You some sort of philosopher or something? You sound very..” a voice that sounds like Natsumis chimes in from the back of his head ‘don’t say something rude Tsukasa.’ Thank you, conscience. “…Learned.” It’s incredibly obvious he’s paused for some reason but hopefully this guy doesn’t realize that Tsukasa’s still learning manners.

“That sounds… exciting. I’ve not seen a forest devour anything but I’ve seen some other similar things.”

He is someone with ideals that are so naive, even Shirou would scoff at them. For how selfless was the betterment of the world at the cost of one self, and without help from others. mostly because others were dead already, until they are not. True Zolgen is quiet a genius…in magic alone. Others escape him as he makes a quick look to the side.

  “Learned? Perhaps.” Ever humble as he sits down on the nearby chair, that so happened to be there.

“It was not, for the forest had gained vampire like qualities and it was best, to leave it alone before it gained a sentience of its own.”

Still…mysteriously gone now.

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attackride:

Tsukasa turned to the man with a skeptical look on his face. He warily eyed his face, not remembering if those red eyes were there before. Not that he really looked. But he for sure didn’t trust the rigid way the man suddenly held himself. Don’t be weird about it dude. He’s just trying to help.

“The way you frame it sounds like you expected to see it. That’s a tad suspicious, no? But regardless, it’s just a city. I’m quite sure it wont jump out and bite you….Maybe.” Actually Hive City was known for terrible things but he was pretty sure it wasn’t planning murder right at the moment. Yeah.

Blue eyes, blue eyes.  

Focus. 

 “ Humanity in general is predictable. I have lived in England, and if its anything like I remember. They love big buildings, the big ben is proof  of that, if anything else.’ He’s not making this weird, Barbatos is making this weird. But he can’t tell that. 

 “You...would be surprised. I have seen a living forest once devour whole armies.”

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attackride:

“Hm, sure looks it.”  He stands over a man hunched over in the street. “You need a hand? I suppose you do, silly question perhaps.”

Tsukasa grasps the arm of the man closest to him and hauls him behind as he marches off towards somewhere more private. He was out in the city taking photos and seeing what had changed since last he was here, and if he was being honest this was far more interesting.

Eyes briefly turned red as Barbatos once again struggles for control, its personality more definite now. But he can’t say anything because having to say you have a piece of a long dead king inside you, isn’t a good conversation starter. 

 “I never imagined... a city like this. Especially seeing it this soon. “ but a idealist to a utopia idea, it seemed worse than London. 

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@attackride liked your post “Zolgen is struggling with both his guilt and this literal demon inside...”

Zolgen had absolutely no idea where he was, and it chafed him to no small amounts. A man who loved actually knowing, and hated ignorance, it was so startling that even Barbatos fell silent at the huge city. 

Corruption in every part, purge it all-

 “I.... am a bit overwhelmed.”

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When your a good man at the moment but the demon could come back and choke someone with his own hands. ..

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@demanicthorns liked your post “Zolgen is struggling with both his guilt and this literal demon inside...”

She looks so innocent, like all those in-

One eye, red. The other a natural dark blue. His form was hidden under the tall shade of the oak tree to which he rested on. It looked like there was a brief scuffle, as parts of his cloak looked torn off by sharp looking claws. It was merely... Barbatos trying again to display dominance towards his body again. 

But he can’t forget one thing. The demonic fog. One of his creations, along with many others, but used to kill so many-

Curse, you.

Unable to do much else, he continued to rest. 

 “Young lady, you should return the other way. Its not safe here.”

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Zolgen Makiri/Zouken Matou 

Not yet the bastard we all love to hate [even me]

would have been

but not yet

by a few centuries

has a screeching demon loyal to some dead guy in his body right now. 

Knows a lot of old people

what he wants: snuggles what he gets: a demonic presence inside his head

wants to make the world a better place [honest] with the same conviction we see in protags 

almost or surpassing shirou level conviction

until stuff happens you know. 

More than three centuries old and dermathologists hate him for his skin care regime. 

no dick worms 

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Zolgen is struggling with both his guilt and this literal demon inside his head that won’t shut up so like for a small starter with this kind of ok man who’s kind of going to keep quiet because its already so damm noisy inside his head. 

Now that both of them are weak. cap at three but castmates can exceed that!