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@worldsevil
mibeltane:
“Ahh, yeah. We’re transitioning into the coziest time of the year… “
“Nothing better than cool, fall weather. Not to mention all the good food… am I right?”
“You serious? It’s not even like we can properly feel the weather changin’ anyways. What’s so cozy ‘bout it?”
“’sides, there’s nothing fun about fall. What is it? Leaves fallin’? Sounds like some depressing scenario. Everyone starts wearin’ way too many clothes, no less. Worst time of the year, no doubt.”
nobunagastan:
“What was that…” Nobukatsu whipped his head around. His ponytail brushed by a nearby festival booth, inches away from setting it on fire. The Nobus at his feet nobu’d menacingly.
“I’ll have you know that flat-chested girls are the bravest kind of girl! Braver than anyone else I know who is not a flat-chested girl!”
What in the world. This guy couldn’t be serious, right? Geez. Talk about massive virgin vibes.
“Yeah yeah, and how d’ya know again? They ain’t got any problems, being flat as a plank. No back problems, no boob-jiggly problems. Hell, they even ain’t gotta worry ‘bout guys like me hittin’ on them, see? Can’t possible imagine a reason for them to be any kind of brave.”
deathguarding:
“Oh? Looks like you’re raring and ready to go for some summer activities. If it’s a show you want, I’d be more than happy to provide you with one.”
Despite her seemingly agreeable words, there seemed to be an ominous feeling lingering in the air. Something akin to murderous intent, really. Clearly his breast oriented comments had earned him the Lancer’s ire.
Whistles. “Really? Yay. And I didn’t even have to go out there in the red light district or anythin’. Guess even whores need a change of pace from a brothel to a volleyball court.”
Yes, he could sense the murderous intent. Yes, he was definitely smashing a massive red button that clearly said Do Not Press. But none of it really mattered. They were all equals in power now. Besides, if he got punched or anything, it’s not like it would be his first feeling pain anyways!
ribcagebullets:
no
now now, weren’t you the one who followed me first? this is like askin’ me out for dinner but then droppin’ me in the middle of the road. consistency, man. consistency and courtesy.
“Yohoo~ Summer festivals sure are great, aren’t they?! Whoever invented volleyball must’ve been one hell of a person. I’ll be sittin’ riiight here in the audience watching the girls play like a good boy.
Anyways. Could the flat-chest chicks go find somethin’ else to do? Some of us here are tryin’ to watch some real boob-action with all the jumping and spiking. Thanks a lot~”
( @lotusword. )
Kinda annoying that over and over, Avenger had found himself coming back to this damned cliff. Really, the hell was so great about it? The view? Eh, yeah, it did compensate for a lot. The flowers? Guess so. The super creepy atmosphere? Okay okay, all of it hit marks with Angra Mainyu, but still, this was really annoying. He ain’t the sentimental guy. Not really, not anymore. Back in Fuyuki it had been the same, once or twice, but the top of that mountain couldn’t possibly compare to this thing here.
His excuse was that, with all the sacrifice and suicide rumors going around, it would be interesting to see if they were true. So every now and then, there was the boy, sitting behind a couple of bushes, against a tree, waiting for something interesting to happen. That was when this dude came into the picture. But with his presence came absolutely nothing, and boy, wasn’t this really disappointing?
“Oi o~~i. Dude-with-freaky-long-hair-san~~” Nonchalantly came a voice to catch the guy’s attention, a cupped hand near Avenger’s mouth so his voice could reach the other. Not that he was much far from him, anyways. Ah shit-- yawn incoming. Things were really boring around these parts! “Could you hurry up and jump off the cliff or somethin’? Kinda been waiting on someone to confirm the rumors, but things have been pretty slow. If you got no plans of killin’ yourself, could you please leave? Thanks a bunch.”
finally got around to writing a rules page, and i’d be really grateful if you could read it, please! it’s the third link, by the way. this blog is going to have some pretty mature and sensitive themes, probably, so if you follow it and/or plan on interacting with angra over here, i’d rather if you knew what you’re getting into. thanks a bunch!
traversia:
It was like meeting with an old friend– In theory.
Truthfully, this being felt more familiar than anything. Was there some fondness to this meeting? Deep down, perhaps. And yet… The holy man could not place where such a feeling was coming from. Was it the wonder of his strange, new surroundings–? No. It was hardly that. Surely, he was hardly capable of childlike wonder.
Was it excitement? Intrigue? Or a general curiosity?
“Oh? I wonder.. Have we met?”
Oh, yikes. ‘Course they had met before. But Angra Mainyu wasn’t quite like this, an illusion he had made while inside the Grail with no true form. How many Grail Wars ago was that? One, two... Yeah, two. Quite a long time, and now there they were again. Seriously, how much history together did these two have? Some fujoshi out there would probably think this was some fateful BL meeting, or something.
Nah. Angra was much better off fucking his daughter than the man himself.
Eh, but even that was a story of the past. Nothing to do with him anymore. “Nope, never seen a mullet messier than yours before.” Here’s to hoping the sarcasm comes across. But really, they hadn’t met before. Not properly. Not like this. “You gotta be a pretty shady guy to think I remind you of someone. Shady priest, too? Don’tcha think you’re hitting off a bit too many creepy tropes there?”
godshating:
@worldsevil
“… You.”
You would have to be dead to not know what this disgusting creature before him is. The shorter devil exudes the very same malice he, the Archer-cum-Avenger, does. Even without his parameters he’s planning to walk forward and choke this little bastard to death. This creature, this monstrosity, this sickness of the world, was the reason he had been tortured, the reason he had become this crimson-stained hellion.
“You’ve got a minute. Run or die, Angra Mainyu.”
The ruination of his idealistic existence was all thanks to this cretin.
Whew. Of course stuff like this was juuuust bound to happen, yeah? Had his lucky parameter go any low? Or nah, he had always been this unlucky anyways. But really, this guy was kinda too big. And too ugly. Grail mud was starting to turn people red? Damn, it was like he got tanned far more than he should have. Fried, even. How do you go outside looking like this?!
“Uh, yeah yeah. Running from what again? I mean, you’re pretty big and ugly-lookin’, but I’m pretty damn sure you’re just as weak as me now, yeah? Damn, that must be depressing!” At last, he wasn’t the Weakest Servant, but hey! Avenger over here was kinda proud of that one title. No one better think about stealing it. “Anyways, don’tcha high and mighty Heroic Spirits got better things to do than threaten some weakling? Geez.”
( @taurras. )
Funny how humanity didn’t change. Be it centuries into the past or up to the most advanced future, they would be always the same. Rumors of a darker nature about a certain ceremonial slash sacrificial cliff here and there reached his ears quickly, and there was no way Angra Mainyu of all people wouldn’t stop by to... To? To whatever. Not like he was driven by nostalgia, or hatred, or what-have-you. It was just a cliff that didn’t matter to him. With no connections to him.
No matter how damn pretty the path to the cliff may be (all these flowers were killing him, honestly), the sense of dread that came from the forest and its surrounding atmosphere was pretty killer. It didn’t really affect him, but he could see how it would others. You know what did affect him? The bushes moving when he had once thought to be in complete solitude. Wasn’t this forest already creepy enough?!
Dark hair emerged from it, followed by the brightest of horns, and Avenger could most definitely feel his blood turning cold.
“Alright, down boy. Down, down. Uncle Angra ain’t gonna hurt you. I’m not even tasty, see? All bones no meat.” Why was he speaking to this thing as if it were an animal? Good question, but in light of fear there was no time for reason. Even if he totally thought this was the Devil or whatever. Did he even believe in that? No matter. “I probably tasty reeeeal nasty, like spoiled milk-tier, yeah? So why don’t you go lookin’ for something that won’t upset your stomach...”
( @casterextra. )
“Oi oi, no matter how you look at it, isn’t this weird?”
Who was he speaking to, you ask? Anyone who dared to pay attention to such a shabby-looking guy. Anyone who would bother to listen, really. The topic at hand was that shrine maid foxy lady, who while totally looked like she belonged in such a place (especially when he didn’t at all), Avenger of all people couldn’t help but be opposed to it. Mostly because he had just happened to be walking by, and because his ears are at least one of his best qualities (they aren’t). Catching word-of-mouth about that special fox village or whatever was too easy.
Which was why he couldn’t stop staring at that familiar Caster with bored eyes. Not that he cared about whatever he was about to say, of course. It couldn’t matter less. “Heeey, someone, anyone, could you call the police? Maybe the SWAT? One of the foxes in the village escaped and they didn’t turn into their normal furry form. This has got to be one of those U.F.O cases, yeah? Lock her away and study her, the freak.”
( @salturia. )
See, here’s the thing: there’s this cool thing called self-awareness. Not something that was discovered in the current 21th century, no - stuff like that came from old ass times, even if there wasn’t quite a name for it. But, yeah, self-awareness, huh. Some people had in lots, other seemed like they never heard an uglier sounding word. When you ask yourself, which one could Avenger be?, it had to be the latter. It just looked right. But nah, that kind of stuff he had become aware of (haha) long ago.
The thing was, it didn’t stop him - short and brat-looking, messy hair and even messier clothing, with a body that one could say hey, there’s some skin in your tattoos - from entering the one ward full of spoiled, rich people. Great. Yes, of course Angra Mainyu could perfectly feel the stares and gazes piercing his damn body, that kinda feeling ain’t new. And while that wasn’t something to really bother him, it gets kinda tiring. Which was where she came in all of this.
“Yoo~ If it ain’t my good ol’ friend, Saber Alter! Lookin’ as gloomy and evil as ever, huh?” There went an arm, around the Alter’s shoulder as if they were indeed best pals, the moment that familiar darkness fell into sight. Eh, you could say something of the kind, though that’d be quite the stretch. But that didn’t matter at the moment. What did, however, was how she would totally save his ass, yeah? There was no way this kingly figure didn’t look way cleaner - and rich - than some leftover garbage. That’s how the people of this ward probably saw them. “Where are we going today? A place this big just got to leave you kinda fazed, right? Doubt Camelot was this cool looking. How about we hit all the buttons in the elevator of one of these buildings and run away?”
And with that being said!
I’m a tiny bit excited to get things going with this guy, while also being a bit anxious about doing him justice. I’ll leave this UNCAPPED (the crowd gasps in fear) because there’s a lot I wanna do with him, so come and get some of this evil mud while it’s hot! Can’t promise he will be nice but he will do his best!
AVENGER (ANGRA MAINYU), ALL THE WORLD’S EVIL
( Fate/hollow ataraxia + Fate/Grand Order )
For those familiar with the name Angra Mainyu, no, he isn’t the actual evil god of Zoroastrianism, sorry to disappoint! This fella over here is but an ordinary human from a fucked up village whose religious beliefs brought them to choose a random villager and blame them for their misfortunes, sins, bad luck, whatever have ya. And jack pot! Guess who was the oh-so-lucky guy to be chosen? This future Avenger-class Servant over here.
Picture the most fucked up torture you can. This guy has probably gone through worse. His body was pretty much destroyed by the people in his village, and his own father, but his soul was left alive for way too long. They wouldn’t allow him to die.
You’d think after such a thing, he’d get to really hate those people, right? Well, you’re sort of right. For a while, yeah, he kinda did. But eventually that hatred turned into something natural of him to feel, like it’s part of him. And then he “forgave” humanity just like that. Avenger both likes and hates them, and is generally kind of neutral to the things they do, both good and evil. He glorifies part of that, while sort of also romanticizing the other one. Kinda messy.
After he died he became a normal human again, but since he was both hated and glorified by humanity for shouldering all their faults and evils, that kind of qualified him to Heroic Spirit status. Yay! Except he’s complete garbage as a Servant. Yay! But some hollow ataraxia shenanigans here and there, all those wishes and hopes that he’d shoulder humanity’s evils ended up turning him into the real thing after he died in his very first Holy Grail War and his soul went into the Grail. He’s still pretty much garbage as a Servant, so really, how bad of luck do you have to have to summon him as your Servant?!
All his super dramatic story aside, Angra is pretty much someone who nobody can stand interacting with. He’s crude, and sarcastic, and he will mock you if given the opportunity, also very pessimistic and hella lazy. Lots of problematic thoughts too, since he is All the World’s Evil, I guess. But he has been behaving better now, somewhat. All thanks to his time possessing Emiya Shirou’s body. Geez.
Even seemingly evil boys can dream of normalcy. After all, that’s how he had wanted to live his life originally.
Originally, he looks like this.
TL;DR: garbage both as a person and as a Servant. Tread with caution.