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Hey Gil, we’re back, we want to help. What needs doing?

"Oh. Hello."

He replied, his tone rather muted.

"We're resting. It's been about a month of near-constant work, so I'm not expecting anyone to do anything. Then, tomorrow we'll work twice as hard, finish up, rest for a few days… and then get to work restoring the buildings."

"I'd prefer if you didn't. If something went wrong and set things backwards, I'm sure I'm not the only one who'd want your head. I've laid out magical tools for clearing out curses, not relocating them."

"There's no real shops here. And finding flowers... well, we're lucky that things have even started growing back already. You could go look for some, if you wish… but… hm, over there."

In the direction he was pointing, you realized he was pointing towards the memorial- at the center of the encampment.

It wasn't massive- considering the situation, they probably couldn't put resources towards some grand monument… but it was a nice stone memorial, a carved effigy of a billowing mantle resting upon a sword.

GIL: "You see that elven-looking woman? Her name's Heulwen. She's been researching the Solar Cell's ecosystem in comparison to the 'First World'… well, the one we'd consider Earth. Seeing the differences between life developing in a digital world in comparison to what they'd consider an 'analog' one."

"Anyways, if you want flowers, she'll probably know more about it."

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Constantine…

We’ll make you proud.

Right. Onward and upward.

You sat up, and pushed yourself out of bed. It was much, much easier this time. Still a little bit sore, but not as bad as it was before.

You sent out a text that seemed to put together most of your sentiments, before stepping outside.

There was the disorienting feeling of expecting light, but being faced with darkness.

It was still night, but you could hear and see a lot of movement throughout the encampment. Plenty of Solar Cell natives going about, chatting, eating, drinking- though most of them were crowded around a small makeshift theater where a performance was occurring.

It was kabuki theater. There were two actors. An woman with a slight, youthful frame, and a truly hulking, massive man in armor.

It was a performance, that as far as you could tell from coming in halfway through, about a trickster spirit that had heard tale of a contest to become the next emperor. So, the spirit, wanting to become Emperor simply because his stomach growled in hunger at the same time he saw the Emperor indulging in a large feast, got involved. Then came a deluge of witticisms and trickery,

The performance was strongly satirical and comedic, you could tell that much. The weight and volume of the actress' voice, much louder and commanding than her small form belied, conveyed almost all of the dialogue. The man she was accompanied with made large exclamations with clearly practiced timing but never truly spoke a full sentence, and you heard raucous laughter from the crowd. Their movements and dances were powerful and energetic, and the air around the encampment felt electric.

It was a rather involved performance, especially considering there were only two actors. But scenes changed seamlessly, and they both seemed to have enough physical presence that even if one of them switched characters on the fly, you could keep up rather easily. They seemed to be used to this, and employed a great number of tricks of their own that made it seem like there were more than just the two of them on the stage- 'they were just the only ones visible', that was the lie they got the audience to believe, but no- it was just them, you were sure of it.

The performance ended on a cliffhanger. The spirit, disguised as a courtesan, had just snuck into the Imperial Palace… and then the young woman declared that they would finish the show tomorrow night, and the crowd expressed good-natured disappointment. She bowed, the giant man beside her bowed, and then they both stepped off the makeshift stage as the audience continued to clap for a while longer before you saw GIL take the stage.

GIL: "Your attention, everyone! If everything goes well, the Sunbeam Row should be free of curses by tomorrow evening!"

The crowd erupted into cheers.

GIL: "That is purely thanks to your efforts. So, while we will have a larger celebration when we finish this first phase, I figured that a preemptive feast would do good for motivation. Eat well. Drink well. Rest well. Your work continues in the morning, and there's much more after the curses are gone, but we have reached a major milestone."

With that, the crowd dispersed.

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Day 778: Before I completely forget to show it, here's Kriemhild with the Karnamas My Room background!

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Discussing baby’s future

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D rank endurance

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day 1311

do you let him in?

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hi happy holidays, i'm back drawing sus achilles :^)

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FGO’s Kijyo Kōyō 💕

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Cold days, but the heart's still warm. <3 Happy Winter Solstice.

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Day 777: This would usually be when I go over German superstitions and lucky/unlucky numbers, but I already did the latter like... 333 days ago, here's a headcanon that does involve the said lucky numbers:

Siegfried sometimes calls Master "lucky" or "little clover".

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making this animatic just to celebrate 5 years of type redline today

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Kijyo Koyo from Fate Grand Order

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Maybe just for now. We can just. Rest. Just for a minute. Just for now. Maybe we can get back into everything just a little later. Let’s just. Rest.

That was a good call. You needed rest.

You laid back down, and closed your eyes.

And dreamed.

You had a dream.

Well, a memory. And not one of the pseudo-memories from before, but a solid one. A recollection of something that happened- unchanging and fixed in the past. A gentle, fleeting one from when you were traveling to the Sunbeam Row in search of GILGAMESH. The traveling had mostly been a blur. Uninteresting at worst, safe and comfortable at best.

But, you had a memory. Briefly, from the night before you finally reached the Sunbeam Row. Maybe it was because you had him on your mind.

CONSTANTINE was finishing cleaning the camp. He had volunteered to take first watch to do so- it was a simple enough task that didn't require much fuss or help. Just clearing the fires, double-checking the perimeter, making sure that you weren't interrupted in the night. None of your Servants needed sleep, but rest helped, and a rotating schedule of Servants on watch duty helped.

His voice, low and resonant as it was, had woken you up. Or perhaps you were just restless. Either way, you had quietly slipped out of your tent, and looked over at him. He didn't seem to notice you. His attention was elsewhere.

He sat down on a log, taking a quiet breath as he looked up at the sky.

"…O' Father, who art in Heaven…"

His voice was soft, filled with respect and reverence. He clasped his hands together, lowing his head and closing his eyes.

"This body of mine is fleeting. A miracle granted by You, an ability to be the hero I could not be when I was alive. And so I will not ask for blessings for myself, as I have already received Your gifts and am grateful. Once again, I ask you to bless my charges."

"Pain is life's motivator. Evil must exist for the sake of good, and with adversity you have granted us chances to grow. Truly, by Your will, all things happen for a reason, but my friends have struggled plenty, and perhaps they feel that even the sun is their foe as it rises. But You did not make the sun to be feared, nor the moon to be frightening, nor the stars to be untouchable. And yet, here they are, facing a desolate moon and a blistering sun, the stars so far out of their reach that they may forget the meaning of hope."

"So, I ask you this. As we travel and approach our destination, one of many, I ask you this."

"Let there be music."

"Let there be light."

"Let there be laughter."

"Let there be flowers."

"And when the sun rises on them, let it be gentle and warm. And as I fight as this Hero of the Mount, bestow upon me a true faith, a firm hope, and a sincere and perfect charity-- and grant that I may ever do Thy most gracious will."

"…Amen."

You woke up.

Your body rested, you woke up.

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Imagine: Arjuna in a fluffy Christmas sweater (Guda got it for him)

i did this once...he was so cozy

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I'd like to message her.. I just.. don't know.. what to say..

You stare blankly at the screen of your Lunar Pad for a long time.

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Can we try to message Suzuka..?

You can, you have your Lunar Pad.

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Oh Rider... you beautiful man you.... We didn't treasure our time enough.

We have been through ups and downs, but still. You were one of our first friends and we will never forget you. I only wish we could have seen your fight with our own eyes.

If he were here, I'm sure he'd try to cheer us up, saying something like "This is for the best. Let me be the one to make a sacrifice." Still, let us walk forward, a path that you would approve of. .....Can we cast the light spell in Riders honor?

You cast the light code cast.

A brief, warm glow filled the tent.

...You basked in it for a moment, letting the light wash over you. If even for a moment, you felt the slightest semblance of ease.

"...I don't recall anyone mentioning a samurai, though accounts all agree that the situation was chaotic."

"…I don't. There's a small memorial at the center of the encampment, however."

"...Yes, Gilgamesh. He is still here. He's actually spearheaded the restoration efforts, providing magical items that help with cleansing the lands."

"…You're correct. She renamed the coast once she commandeered the leylines belonging to it."

"In terms of her allies and reaching her territory… I'm afraid I cannot help you with either. She has a small fighting force. Some Servants, some Solar Cell denizens that see worth in her leadership, but their names are beyond me."

"While her territory is usually a sanctuary open to all, a recent attack from the Holy Rebellion has put her on the defensive. Her territory is currently surrounded by impassable winds. They're not dangerous, but anything that attempts to break through them is turned away. If you wanted to pierce those winds now... you'd need a top-class vessel that could resist such winds, and I'm not sure how many of those are on the Solar Cell."

He paused, before letting out a small exhale. He looked at you, the look in his eyes faintly sympathetic as he idly flexed his fingers.

"...You need rest and space. I'll check up on you later."

He began to walk out of the medical tent, before pausing and turning back to look at you one more time.

"...Again. I'm sorry."

And there you were.

You could sleep. Drift off somewhere, and not have to think and ease yourself of mental fatigue for a little bit.

Or you could simply lay in bed. Do nothing but think. Stare at the ceiling of the tent for as long as you needed.

Or... well, your body was sore, but not immobile. You just had to be careful.