[Rose's 'short' time in Eorzea had been marked by a myriad of troubles. Her mother had warned her again and again not to go, out of fear that she'd be tempered by a primal. She had assured her mother that the fears were baseless, they were hardly any primal sightings in Eorzea, and even if there were, how likely was she to be caught up in them?]
[Very likely, as it turns out. No sooner had she set foot in Gridania than somebody called the 'Warrior of Light' had started making a mess of things. Of course the Empire is going to summon more primals as they're killed. Going around and making short work of them doesn't accomplish anything but putting more people in danger.]
[After two trying years, she'd had enough of it, and was determined to return home. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen 'troubles' in Doma, the port she had hoped to sail from in Limsa is closed off. Not only that, but there's some big group supposedly making it's way to Kugane. She walks over, with the intent to give the nearest person a piece of her mind.]
[To say returning to the Far East brought Takame comfort would be a shameless lie considering the circumstances. All that just unfolded in Rhalgr's Reach, his failure there, did nothing to ease his anxiety, nor did the fact that their ultimate goal was Doma.
Even as they prepared their means of transportation, Takame tried to dull his mind of all thoughts. There was no time for them, to wallow in his failure. The Warrior of Light mustn't falter.
Of course during a high period of disassociation, someone calling out to him snapped him right back to reality causing him to turn to the voice to see a rather displeased Keeper of the Moon. With a curious hum, he encouraged the rest of his group to proceed, promising he would catch up soon. From there he tilted his head at the Miqo'te.]
[Perhaps if Rose knew she was speaking to the Warrior of Light, she would choose her words better or try to soften the blow. Or perhaps she wouldn’t change at all. The latter is more likely, to be honest.]
[She crosses her arms and frowns.]
Yes, aught is amiss. I’m supposed to be returning home to Hingashi today, and they’ve stopped by boat at port. Meanwhile, your ship seems to be sailing to Kugane just fine.
Hm? [A Miqo'te hailing from Hingashi? Not an unheard of sight, but still a rare one. And most others had tells or exaggerated tones when they were lying. This woman didn't seem to be lying, her frustration coming off as completely genuine.
Or perhaps he was just used to the puffed tail and growl of an angry Miqo'te woman.
Not that he could blame her, for most people wanting to return home and being unable to would be... unpleasant, correct? Not everyone avoided their homes like a plague as he did. Hina always taught him to consider how others feel, he's learned much and more of that during his journey. He gave an apologetic bow.]
My apologies. 'Tis true we are bound for Kugane, but our reasons for doing so are... [dire, a matter of life and death.] private. Our vessel has no relation to Limsa's inability to sail to the East.
[Victories are few and far between, it seems, in spite of everything the Warrior of Light and his allies have accomplished. But defeating a Primal is still most definitely a win, and as far as Papayako's concerned, it's a worthy cause for celebration. He's probably been drinking steadily for the last half-bell by the time he notices that Takame is in the same tavern, so yes, of course he is going to greet him. Even if it's entirely possible that Takame has been there the whole time. He not-so-quietly makes his way over, stopping a few times to speak to other patrons or cheer with them... But he does eventually make his way over without spilling any of his ale.]
Greetings, adventurer! What brings you to this corner of the... Table.
[Takame has indeed been here the entire time, his gaze occasionally turning Papayako's way. Ever was his habit to veer towards anything familiar, even marginally. While he's been here a while, he was taking his drinking a lot more slowly. Less out of responsible drinking and more because he still hasn't acquired a taste for Eorzean ale.
Not that it stopped him from drinking. Either way a small dip of his head is given as a greeting.]
Hello. [A head tilt.] I've been here for some time. The seat was empty when I arrived.
Oh! My apologies, then. I must not have seen you come in.
[He sets his drink down (because if he spills such a full tankard he's going to be very upset) and smiles apologetically. Huh! So that's why he thought he saw someone else he knew! Makes sense. Papayako notes some empty seats near Takame, but in a stunning display of his remaining sobriety, does not invite himself to plop down on one. ...Yet. Soon, though, maybe.]
So! What brings you here, friend? The same good tidings I heard, or are you just sampling the local spirits?
You needn't apologize. [Especially given Takame's accidental tendency towards stealth. And the fact Papayako seems to have had a fair amount to drink so far. He's surprised when he doesn't take a seat immediately, but he'll not force the man to.
Even if the company would be appreciated. He shook his head.]
Nothing of note. A... whim brought me here, I suppose. [Which is to say something probably reminded him of Bad but hells if he knew how to identify how he felt but at least there's alcohol. Instead of dwelling on that though, he'll divert as always.]
[Look, it’s the Scions’ newest member! Where did he come from? What’s he doing here? Nobody really knows, except that one day, Randy showed up axe in hand and asked for a job. A job he completed very well, and very quickly.]
[Now, he’s making himself at home at the Rising Stones, helping himself to a nice serving of ale. He looks way, way too relaxed for a newcomer. But honestly? It’s probably fine.]
[Maybe it would have been a job Takame had taken up had he not been occupied before. From small errands to large scale assignments, Takame would accept what work he could from his fellow Scions after all.
But as he was, in fact, occupied, seeing this red haired man making himself comfortable in the Rising Stones caught him somewhat off guard. He would have gone on the offensive had the others not informed him of their recent new help.
But credit must be given where it's due. That was the thought as Takame approached him.]
[If Randy is disturbed at all by Takame's prescence, he doesn't do anything to show it. In fact, he's taken this 'transported to another world thing' incredibly well, all things considered. Honestly, it's not as crazy as some of the stuff that's happened in Crossbell.]
[He smiles towards Takame when he approaches, and waves.]
... Some other time perhaps. [He wasn't about to start drinking here of all places. He had an image to uphold for one and for another thing this man was a stranger to him.
Still with some hang ups? Yes he sure was.]
Ah, but the Scions have been left short handed, so I wanted to thank you for your aid, ser. [He never got a name from the others, just the fact that he was an Axe wielding man with red hair.]
[[ none in particular save for that master servant AU thing we talked about on plurk a bit ago. her trying to get him to stand on his own sounds amusing but if you wanna play on their mutual competitive edges that might be interesting too.
[The idea of a "normal" Holy Grail War was basically an impossibility at this point. No matter what the various mage families attempted, things never seemed to go according to plan for them. From classes outside of the 7 to unintended Masters summoning forth a servant, the might as well be more gunk in the machine than there are gears. Artoria was the latest of these side effects, for lack of a better term. Not her summoning, per se, but rather the form she took. This Artoria was one of many; a potential outcome had Bedivere not fulfilled his duty. A goddess cannot die, nevermind a goddess that does not exist (or does she?) but perhaps a loophole was exploited. Whatever the case may be, Takame had summoned forth a divine spirt.
Lancer was what she called herself. Despite her raw power, being confined to one of the original seven classes limited her to some degree. Nevertheless, she would be a powerful asset to achieving Takame's goals. Or, at least, she would, were it not for one incredibly frustrating problem.]
Master. [Lancer turned to Takame sternly. She had been conserving energy in spiritual form, while also preventing herself from drawing unwanted attention to Takame's home. Yet a matter this important required her to actually be visible to him. ] May I have a moment of your time? I would like to discuss something with you.
[Judging by her tone, it doesn't really seem like she's actually asking, but then again being intimidating is Artoria's default, so who knows for sure.]
[Ever since that night so long ago, he'd known he would have to live under the burden of lies. The layers of ice between himself and the rest of the world have only grown deeper and darker in his short lifetime.
He'd made Mondstadt his home and turned away from all the chains that tied him to the words his father said. But he never forgot them. As he looked into a strange case dealing with the Abyss kidnapping villagers, he'd thought it would be the usual sort of case.
Until it wasn't. He has never liked the Abyss. It holds too many things he would rather forget. Falling through the cold, empty darkness made him wish for the stinging bite of winter's ice again. The land beyond it is strange. The only lead on getting home he has are the rifts that keep opening up and spilling more abyss mages, hilicurls, and ruin guards into a land not prepared for them.
He picks up odd jobs as he tries to deal with having more appendages than he had before. Talking with sharp fangs in his mouth is a pain but he learns how. Unknown to him, guards and the like have reported he is tied to the rash of rifts seemingly spilling voidsent.
As he sprints over lower Limsa's bridge he thinks nothing of the man he passes, leading the Ruin Guard behind him towards the sea. Ice gathers in his veins as his vision's magic begins to chill the air around him. Blood drips from a wound in his side but that's not a problem. Not right at the moment anyway.]
[Take the problem out at its source. That was Takame's mindset here, as well as his order. When mass amounts of voidsent were reported around each citystate far from their standard spawning grounds near places that reeked of death, it only took the request for him to spring into action.
He'd been tailing this Miqo'te for some time, learning his movements, if he had a routine he went about or anything like that. If he spoke like the other voidsent did or if his appearance was a farce to blend in. As Kaeya moved closer to the sea, Takame made his presence known with the faint scrape of metal sliding against itself.]
Don't move. [He didn't fully draw his weapon, just pushed the hilt out with his thumb to reveal a thin blade's glint.]
[Kaeya doesn't even slow down. He lazily salutes with two fingers as the elemental magic in his veins begins to pour into the air making the temperature drop. Winter's bite is as sharp as the fangs in his mouth.]
Oh, you can stay right where you are! Don't worry, I have this. [He calls out as he whips fully around and jerks those two fingers forward. A knife of ice rips through the air and strikes the ruin guard close to its glowing eye. Not close enough. It stumbles and Kaeya takes that precious time to race for the cliff. But not too fast.
He needs it to follow him. He can't break it if it doesn't give chase. Ahead of him is a wide cliff overlooking the sea and what he'd heard locals call where Leviathan struck. The crystal spread out over the surface like a splash made into a natural statue does look like a god hit the water. Curious. Maybe later after he patched himself up he'd check local legends. The wind tugs at him as he gets closer.
He smiles despite the chaos of the chase.] And a favorable wind. How lucky...
[For being the renowned Warrior of Light, Rose fears a lot, but there’s very little she shows. She fears death constantly, she fears her loved ones dying. She also fears her past. She cut contact with her family to “save” them, but at this point, she’s not sure how to approach them again. How does one stop and say “hey, I’m alive” after years without contact?]
[To Rose, the answer is that she doesn’t. This proves particularly problematic when the party is docked in Kugane. True, it’s at least a two day ride to her hometown, and she’s not likely to see anyone she knows here.]
[But there’s always that chance. So, she’s “sick” for the day. Should a well-meaning Au Ra come to check up on her, she will give an unconvincing fake cough and paper thin excuse.]
I’m not feeling well. Go into the city without me.
[She’s not usually this nice, and when she’s sick she tends to complain. Seems pretty sus.]
[Said Well Meaning Au Ra sure checked on the Warrior of Light a lot. Enough that when Rose suddenly found herself "sick", he wasn't very convinced. He'd seen her sick before, she was very open about her lamentations of it. The fact that she was just plain old "not feeling well" out of nowhere... Yeah, Red's Kinda Sus.
Granted, he'd rather check in on Rose as well than enter Kugane. While he'd taken necessary precautions to avoid being detected or recognized, it had been a long while since he could tend to his hair. Most of it was still pale, but enough grew in again that it added to his discomfort.
It was half due to that intent and half from legitimate worry that Takame stayed behind with Rose, shifting her bangs away from her face to press the back of his palm to her forehead. Which was very cold.]
[Does Takame also have something he’s hiding from in his past? Is there a reason he’s staying behind, beyond mere worry? Were Rose not as concerned about herself, she may make the connection.]
[As it stands, her number one priority right now is ensuring that she doesn’t blow her cover, so to speak. For all she knows, her father could be on a business trip to the city now.]
Perhaps it’s a milder illness. Still, it’s probably better to play it safe.
-Is something wrong? [ that's what she says in lieu of a greeting or an announcement that she's returned from the shop.
zita notices the change in the air when she enters their shared home, careful to shift the bag of groceries onto only one arm so she can close the door behind her. taking heed of the strange tension that hangs in their household, zita locks the door and makes sure the charms she put up around their household are still active.
they won't do much besides warn them of approaching danger she had marked - the cops, the strange ice cream... thing... - but it's better than nothing. her powers can only do so much with how reduced they've become and she's aware of it more than ever while she settles the groceries in the kitchens, eyes scanning for her 'husband' to see if he's alright. ]
What happened? Did one of our friends find something out?
[When the incantation was spoken, the summoning circle began to glow in brilliant silver--illuminating down to the last line and detail, radiating light and power as a strong wind picked up with the force of the magical energy called to bear and the strength of that which it called to manifest-]
[-and then one and all, everything went black. All light was snuffed out in a sudden gust; candles, moonlight, starlight, snuffed out by the endless dark that pressed in from all sides as if to devour the world itself. As suffocating as the stone walls of a prison, and deafening like the unforgiving pressure of the seas. Within the maelstrom of nothingness, something began to crackle and spark; flickers of something blue like lightning, and then a single crimson spark alighting like a lone flame and yet illuminating nothing.]
[From that void of blackened oblivion came the pressure of deafening noise, a maelstrom of shapeless shadow in the roar of a relentless ocean. In that noise was meaning, and in that did the surrounding malevolence make itself understood in crowed triumph:]
You...you called for me! The incarnation of vengeance!
[For over two decades had Takame been under the wing of the Keurzona family. He scarcely recalled a life without them, for he was their golden ticket to power with his incomparable magic circuits and mana pool.
Though never enough to claim their name, or evolve past the hierarchy of Oen. For all intents, he was their blade. Even as he called his will to create the Servants body. The Servant's body to create his destiny. To obey his will and reason.
It was all for them. It had to be, or his life would be meaningless.
This existence that served him well when the time came. The moment for his existence, the Holy Grail War that for the family he would emerge triumphant from.
At the summoning's peak when all became dark, Takame stood firm. A tension in his shoulders forming solely from the expectation of an encounter. The mana tinged air making the hair on the back of his neck rise as his eyes steadily scanned the pitch blackness before settling on the source of the gathering sound. The eventual voice. And spoke as well.]
I did. 'Twas my voice who called you into this era.
[An auri man stood before this incarnation of vengeance, holding out his left hand with the build of a warrior over a mage. His posture stiff and yet at a moments notice, ready to pounce. Spiny scales on his tail raised in caution and warning. And yet in his eyes, much like the abyss he found himself in, there was barely a light to be found. A flame snuffed out, hanging on by its last ember whose flint was this War. This Servant.]
I, Takame oen Tsurugi, stand before you as your Master. You who embody vengeance, whose rage and madness allow you to manifest as a Heroic Spirit.
[At the edge of his tone was a spark in the way he rose his voice. Was the low light a contrast? Or perhaps a curtain.
He did, after all, bring about this particular Servant class. ]
I will see it grant the ultimate victory, to acquire the Holy Grail. For to achieve aught less is an unacceptable outcome.
[The screaming void shuddered, vibration almost reminiscent of...no, this was 'laughter'. The low chuckle of dark amusement.]
You would bear my flames to obtain a miracle at all costs, to walk the path beyond love and hate...and do you yourself seek vengeance, Takame oen Tsurugi?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
WoL flavor, i'm a dick
[Very likely, as it turns out. No sooner had she set foot in Gridania than somebody called the 'Warrior of Light' had started making a mess of things. Of course the Empire is going to summon more primals as they're killed. Going around and making short work of them doesn't accomplish anything but putting more people in danger.]
[After two trying years, she'd had enough of it, and was determined to return home. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen 'troubles' in Doma, the port she had hoped to sail from in Limsa is closed off. Not only that, but there's some big group supposedly making it's way to Kugane. She walks over, with the intent to give the nearest person a piece of her mind.]
Hey, you there. What do you think you're doing?
g o o d.
Even as they prepared their means of transportation, Takame tried to dull his mind of all thoughts. There was no time for them, to wallow in his failure. The Warrior of Light mustn't falter.
Of course during a high period of disassociation, someone calling out to him snapped him right back to reality causing him to turn to the voice to see a rather displeased Keeper of the Moon. With a curious hum, he encouraged the rest of his group to proceed, promising he would catch up soon. From there he tilted his head at the Miqo'te.]
... Is aught amiss, madam?
no subject
[She crosses her arms and frowns.]
Yes, aught is amiss. I’m supposed to be returning home to Hingashi today, and they’ve stopped by boat at port. Meanwhile, your ship seems to be sailing to Kugane just fine.
no subject
Or perhaps he was just used to the puffed tail and growl of an angry Miqo'te woman.
Not that he could blame her, for most people wanting to return home and being unable to would be... unpleasant, correct? Not everyone avoided their homes like a plague as he did. Hina always taught him to consider how others feel, he's learned much and more of that during his journey. He gave an apologetic bow.]
My apologies. 'Tis true we are bound for Kugane, but our reasons for doing so are... [dire, a matter of life and death.] private. Our vessel has no relation to Limsa's inability to sail to the East.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
rng said to get turnt so YOU GET TO CHOOSE, wol or non-wol is fine. I will adapt o7
Greetings, adventurer! What brings you to this corner of the... Table.
WELL MY DEFAULT IS NONWOL so lets get npc turnt
Not that it stopped him from drinking. Either way a small dip of his head is given as a greeting.]
Hello. [A head tilt.] I've been here for some time. The seat was empty when I arrived.
PARTY TIME!!!!
[He sets his drink down (because if he spills such a full tankard he's going to be very upset) and smiles apologetically. Huh! So that's why he thought he saw someone else he knew! Makes sense. Papayako notes some empty seats near Takame, but in a stunning display of his remaining sobriety, does not invite himself to plop down on one. ...Yet. Soon, though, maybe.]
So! What brings you here, friend? The same good tidings I heard, or are you just sampling the local spirits?
no subject
Even if the company would be appreciated. He shook his head.]
Nothing of note. A... whim brought me here, I suppose. [Which is to say something probably reminded him of Bad but hells if he knew how to identify how he felt but at least there's alcohol. Instead of dwelling on that though, he'll divert as always.]
You've good tidings to share?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Guess who!
[Now, he’s making himself at home at the Rising Stones, helping himself to a nice serving of ale. He looks way, way too relaxed for a newcomer. But honestly? It’s probably fine.]
wow who's this douche
But as he was, in fact, occupied, seeing this red haired man making himself comfortable in the Rising Stones caught him somewhat off guard. He would have gone on the offensive had the others not informed him of their recent new help.
But credit must be given where it's due. That was the thought as Takame approached him.]
Might you be the one who lent his assistance?
that's the question, isn't it?
[He smiles towards Takame when he approaches, and waves.]
Yep, that's me. Seat's open if you wanna join.
no subject
Still with some hang ups? Yes he sure was.]
Ah, but the Scions have been left short handed, so I wanted to thank you for your aid, ser. [He never got a name from the others, just the fact that he was an Axe wielding man with red hair.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
hay gurl hay
haaaaaaaaaay
Or Both At Once.]]
no subject
Lancer was what she called herself. Despite her raw power, being confined to one of the original seven classes limited her to some degree. Nevertheless, she would be a powerful asset to achieving Takame's goals. Or, at least, she would, were it not for one incredibly frustrating problem.]
Master. [Lancer turned to Takame sternly. She had been conserving energy in spiritual form, while also preventing herself from drawing unwanted attention to Takame's home. Yet a matter this important required her to actually be visible to him. ] May I have a moment of your time? I would like to discuss something with you.
[Judging by her tone, it doesn't really seem like she's actually asking, but then again being intimidating is Artoria's default, so who knows for sure.]
this took an eternity and I am sorry let me know if is okay
WoL flavor, because this will end well
He'd made Mondstadt his home and turned away from all the chains that tied him to the words his father said. But he never forgot them. As he looked into a strange case dealing with the Abyss kidnapping villagers, he'd thought it would be the usual sort of case.
Until it wasn't. He has never liked the Abyss. It holds too many things he would rather forget. Falling through the cold, empty darkness made him wish for the stinging bite of winter's ice again. The land beyond it is strange. The only lead on getting home he has are the rifts that keep opening up and spilling more abyss mages, hilicurls, and ruin guards into a land not prepared for them.
He picks up odd jobs as he tries to deal with having more appendages than he had before. Talking with sharp fangs in his mouth is a pain but he learns how. Unknown to him, guards and the like have reported he is tied to the rash of rifts seemingly spilling voidsent.
As he sprints over lower Limsa's bridge he thinks nothing of the man he passes, leading the Ruin Guard behind him towards the sea. Ice gathers in his veins as his vision's magic begins to chill the air around him. Blood drips from a wound in his side but that's not a problem. Not right at the moment anyway.]
oh completely
He'd been tailing this Miqo'te for some time, learning his movements, if he had a routine he went about or anything like that. If he spoke like the other voidsent did or if his appearance was a farce to blend in. As Kaeya moved closer to the sea, Takame made his presence known with the faint scrape of metal sliding against itself.]
Don't move. [He didn't fully draw his weapon, just pushed the hilt out with his thumb to reveal a thin blade's glint.]
no subject
Oh, you can stay right where you are! Don't worry, I have this. [He calls out as he whips fully around and jerks those two fingers forward. A knife of ice rips through the air and strikes the ruin guard close to its glowing eye. Not close enough. It stumbles and Kaeya takes that precious time to race for the cliff. But not too fast.
He needs it to follow him. He can't break it if it doesn't give chase. Ahead of him is a wide cliff overlooking the sea and what he'd heard locals call where Leviathan struck. The crystal spread out over the surface like a splash made into a natural statue does look like a god hit the water. Curious. Maybe later after he patched himself up he'd check local legends. The wind tugs at him as he gets closer.
He smiles despite the chaos of the chase.] And a favorable wind. How lucky...
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
Echo GET
Item Refresh: 6 hours 50 minutes
Beep beep beep
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
/touches
[To Rose, the answer is that she doesn’t. This proves particularly problematic when the party is docked in Kugane. True, it’s at least a two day ride to her hometown, and she’s not likely to see anyone she knows here.]
[But there’s always that chance. So, she’s “sick” for the day. Should a well-meaning Au Ra come to check up on her, she will give an unconvincing fake cough and paper thin excuse.]
I’m not feeling well. Go into the city without me.
[She’s not usually this nice, and when she’s sick she tends to complain. Seems pretty sus.]
/TOUCHES BACK
Granted, he'd rather check in on Rose as well than enter Kugane. While he'd taken necessary precautions to avoid being detected or recognized, it had been a long while since he could tend to his hair. Most of it was still pale, but enough grew in again that it added to his discomfort.
It was half due to that intent and half from legitimate worry that Takame stayed behind with Rose, shifting her bangs away from her face to press the back of his palm to her forehead. Which was very cold.]
You aren't running a fever...
no subject
[As it stands, her number one priority right now is ensuring that she doesn’t blow her cover, so to speak. For all she knows, her father could be on a business trip to the city now.]
Perhaps it’s a milder illness. Still, it’s probably better to play it safe.
[Yeah, she’s never this docile. Sus.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
I SLAMMED IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL...get it, because rose is a wreck?
ayyyy
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
we're still here shenanigans. 🔮 murder lottery event. | listen i wanted them to meet again ; - ;
zita notices the change in the air when she enters their shared home, careful to shift the bag of groceries onto only one arm so she can close the door behind her. taking heed of the strange tension that hangs in their household, zita locks the door and makes sure the charms she put up around their household are still active.
they won't do much besides warn them of approaching danger she had marked - the cops, the strange ice cream... thing... - but it's better than nothing. her powers can only do so much with how reduced they've become and she's aware of it more than ever while she settles the groceries in the kitchens, eyes scanning for her 'husband' to see if he's alright. ]
What happened? Did one of our friends find something out?
no subject
[-and then one and all, everything went black. All light was snuffed out in a sudden gust; candles, moonlight, starlight, snuffed out by the endless dark that pressed in from all sides as if to devour the world itself. As suffocating as the stone walls of a prison, and deafening like the unforgiving pressure of the seas. Within the maelstrom of nothingness, something began to crackle and spark; flickers of something blue like lightning, and then a single crimson spark alighting like a lone flame and yet illuminating nothing.]
[From that void of blackened oblivion came the pressure of deafening noise, a maelstrom of shapeless shadow in the roar of a relentless ocean. In that noise was meaning, and in that did the surrounding malevolence make itself understood in crowed triumph:]
You...you called for me! The incarnation of vengeance!
no subject
Though never enough to claim their name, or evolve past the hierarchy of Oen. For all intents, he was their blade. Even as he called his will to create the Servants body. The Servant's body to create his destiny. To obey his will and reason.
It was all for them. It had to be, or his life would be meaningless.
This existence that served him well when the time came. The moment for his existence, the Holy Grail War that for the family he would emerge triumphant from.
At the summoning's peak when all became dark, Takame stood firm. A tension in his shoulders forming solely from the expectation of an encounter. The mana tinged air making the hair on the back of his neck rise as his eyes steadily scanned the pitch blackness before settling on the source of the gathering sound. The eventual voice. And spoke as well.]
I did. 'Twas my voice who called you into this era.
[An auri man stood before this incarnation of vengeance, holding out his left hand with the build of a warrior over a mage. His posture stiff and yet at a moments notice, ready to pounce. Spiny scales on his tail raised in caution and warning. And yet in his eyes, much like the abyss he found himself in, there was barely a light to be found. A flame snuffed out, hanging on by its last ember whose flint was this War. This Servant.]
I, Takame oen Tsurugi, stand before you as your Master. You who embody vengeance, whose rage and madness allow you to manifest as a Heroic Spirit.
[At the edge of his tone was a spark in the way he rose his voice. Was the low light a contrast? Or perhaps a curtain.
He did, after all, bring about this particular Servant class. ]
I will see it grant the ultimate victory, to acquire the Holy Grail. For to achieve aught less is an unacceptable outcome.
no subject
[The screaming void shuddered, vibration almost reminiscent of...no, this was 'laughter'. The low chuckle of dark amusement.]
You would bear my flames to obtain a miracle at all costs, to walk the path beyond love and hate...and do you yourself seek vengeance, Takame oen Tsurugi?
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
2/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2 again
2/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
babe wake up brain rot dropped again
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...