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PSA: moving accounts.

ooc. Hey guys. Long time no see. I have an announcement to make.  After a long time juggling Kairi’s muse between two blogs, I’ve decided that its not the best way for me to maintain roleplaying him.  I’m just going to consolidate it to just one.  If you wrote or replied to me within the last month or so, I plan on keeping those roleplays and just transferring my drafts over over.  I apologize for the news coming so late but it just helps me keep more organized and I spent a lotta time debating.. This  blog will eventually be turned private and kept as an archive. 

I’ll be moving things over to my affiliated blog but keeping it open to indie interactions. You’re not obligated to follow. The new blog is under the cut.

Look forward to seeing you over at  @necryptoss.  

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rosaxui:

─「☬」─  “ how is it not acceptable, shishigou-san ? the question asks what would be the reason not to use necromancy, and that is my answer. ” the MAGUS stood firm on her ( response ), certainly not budging as she looked at the sensei almost nonchalantly.

            “ necromancy practice deals with corpses, doesn’t it ? messing around with dead bodies or body parts. it plays above the concept of death itself. necromancers need to go into battlefield in order to collect their resources. it’s a dangerous practice. but how is playing around with corpses not gross ? ”

Sigh. Shishigou did his best not to rest his face in his hands. He sat back in his chair.  There felt an ache in his bones. To think that wrote papers and advances here years and years ago and not even one student read up on them! He would have to find them once more. Lectures, even as a guest, tired him. “  The question asked about why the Association and Church do not agree with the practices, not why they don’t use it at all. It is no less gross than operations or medical training.  How do you think Crest transfers are processed and stored after a magus dies?  That is possible due to Necromancy.   There are better words than gross, but necessary.            Or ... has anyone told you, I’m a Necromancer? ”

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|| Starter call ;; @perfidis

[Careful, Saber.]  The command was voiceless, seeped across their connection with apprehension. He held a hand out to keep the Servant from taking any further steps. Paranoia and preparedness were the mercenary’s  best and worst qualities.  There would be no charging into battle or rest. The graveyard was disturbingly quiet. Not even the moon provided company. [ There’s a beast past those trees.  Our target’s pet no doubt. Don’t make too much noise.] 

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proditoreques:

@nebromancer liked for a stater

The Knight sat impatiently legs crossed over one another arms folded across her chest, right foot rhythmically kicking the underside of the table. Her Master had picked something from the odd little trinket store they’d had been too…but, with Assassin of Red seemingly on their trail the two had ducked into a cafe.

The two Servants certainly knew of each others locations - but ones intentions are always reserved till the last moment. It had been best to lay low, shot the shit, talk about utter nonsense while Assassin was in range. Now finally relenting to her ‘Masters’ call the Queen had eventually wandered away entirely unseen by the crowd. Mordred let out a sigh as the Prana signature lessened till it was eventually gone.

‘Jesus christ, that witch certainly took her sweet fucking time.’ Unheard are her words shared only between the Servant and her Master. Yet plain to all is the Knights seemingly exhausted facade as she flops face first onto the coffee table with no warning. Her empty mug of hot chocolate bouncing with the impact. ‘Can we get out of here now? My skin is crawling.’

 The servant’s comment brought up a chuckle from his throat, soft and low. Despite the crawling circumstance with an enemy nearby, the break in tension was needed.   He returned thought.    [ Don’t say such things around a necromancer, Saber. Otherwise your skin might actually start crawling. ] With the Knight of Treachery flopped next to him, he reached and  ran his hand like a spider across the back of her shoulders. Lightly, spookily. He quickly pulled his hand away and turned away. He sipped his coffee as if nothing happened. [ Let me at least finish my drink, then we can test out this charm. It might do us better  If she’s still around then it’ll be super obvious where we are. She wouldn't attack his with all these people.  Not her style.                        Did you want another hot chocolate?]

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“Ja, Herr Kairi,” she readily agreed. The Lancer smiled lazily as she took a quick look around to assess the situation – and what a situation they were in. Thankfully, being summoned here meant that she was already privy to some parts of the situation, but not all.

“I suppose even Masters and Servants must do menial work like fetching things. The quest for the Grail is one large fetch kuest.”

She followed after her new Master, not minding that she was being reduced to a gopher – better than getting into a fight straight off.

“Yeah. it’s not a most glorious job but I’m not one of the regular masters, so I cant complain. Gotta help where we can, ya?” Shishigou  lead the way out of the room and into the hall. His footsteps echoed on the tile. The destination was the coffins used for singularities. Not too far away.  He’d get the full detail of what they needed there.

“ Heard you were a doctor, right? Means you got a good eye? think you can use that in the field for spotting some targets? Hopefully we can find some mechanical dolls or bots.”

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|| starter call ; @noircisaint

 His servant down,  Shishigou had no choice.  Calling to another weapon, he produced a shotgun from his pack, pressing in two bullets quickly as he brought it forward.  He stared over the barrels at the altered servant.  He did not need aim, only shoot... “ On your last leg, arent you? You still can stand down. Doesn’t have to end like this.”

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|| starter call ;; @motherfuckingredsaber

 Shishigou stood with an arm folded across his chest. A hand rested on his cheek curiously. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at.  The Red Saber said it was a gift but all he saw was craft project made of various materials shaped vaguely in her image... if he squinted. “Uh huh. Right.  So, how can I help you?  I’m afraid I am out of that cream for nice hair. I would have to make more. ”

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|| starter call ;;  @cerasisbellator

“S-saber, you’re ... ”    His voice trailed  off with obvious concern.  The Servant had  done her best to hide  how severe her condition was from her Master, but now in full view he saw how her status deteriorated in just moments after battle.   He knelt down by her, a hand placed gently on her back. The touch was hesitant and unsure, as if the action would break her just as it had with his daughter.

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|| starter call ;; @infernicanit

 “Kairi Shishigou. Kairi works just fine. ”  The man greeted the woman with a firm nod, standing with his back straight. He held out his hand toward the servant. “ We’ll be collecting some resources today for Chaldea. Apologies for the short notice.  Slight emergency as we need to collect parts to replace some broken ones here.” And of course there was no way he was involved, nah.

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|| starter call ;; @rosaxui

The mercenary lifted his gaze from the young magus’ paper, face set in a modest frown. Her answers for this written test were all correct (baring in mind that they were answered as if the girl was an expert)--- except for one glaring mistake.

“ ‘Necromancy is gross’ is not an acceptable answer to that last question,  Miss Tohsaka. Do you have any idea how it’s used?”

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levinspark:

“Ah? Um… Yes. By all means, simply Raikou is fine. In fact I’d like that very much…” She nodded hesitantly, somewhat taken aback by her summoner’s enthusiasm, despite her less than ideal introduction, as well as his seeming indifference to her class. While she couldn’t claim much in the way of experience with Servanthood, surely, she thought, there would be few among magi who would look positively on summoning a Berserker. Unruliness and treachery was what defined them, after all.

To suggest familiarity with her legend, or at very least her legend as the history books had told it; furthermore, to show excitement over it…. Even if it was a mere fragment of a greater truth. Even if she did not know for certain whether or not she could live up to the heavy expectations that several hundred years of embellishment had doubtlessly placed upon head. Even if he couldn’t have possibly known it all, his words were still quite flattering.

“If I have been summoned to protect the innocent and preserve a resilient peace, I can offer not the slightest complaint. If anything, I would regard it as the only sort of war worth waging. So then… suppose I should say something, in order to formally seal our contract?” 

Wordlessly, she wrapped both of her hands around the fist he had brought to his chest, and cradled it between them.

“Master, I pledge to you my blade and my being to use as you see fit. By your command we shall bring swift and brutal justice to those who would threaten mankind! I look forward to working alongside you, Kairi.”

“…So then, where do we go from here?”

Care Berserker had in her touch took the Necromancer by surprise. The nature of the bond between servants and master drifted between servitude and cooperation-- later perhaps camaraderie if personalities aligned. The sincerity of the vow caused him pause. He stared at her. Behind sunglasses, the panes hid the depths of embarrassment.  His expression drew from a grin to his best poker face. And it realized clear that he was a man not used to having any intimacy with women-- servant or not! Humorous really, the way his cheeks reddened and he attempted to clear his throat over awkwardness of meeting.  Hastily, but politely, he drew his hand away and back to his side at her final inquiry, suddenly in the present. He turned his head toward observing staff.   They wrote notes. The summon was a success, he was free to go at their nodding approval. They would shuffle another master in. Simple as that.

“Out.”  He managed  as if his tongue was a rock.    He waved his hand and stepped away.     “Come on.” He lead outside the summoning room to the hall, finally sighing. The emptiness settled him slightly and he dug his hands into his pockets.  Man, he could go for a cigarette.  He glanced behind at his new companion to make sure she followed, then carried on.    “ I’ll show you to your room, at least. It is in the same wing as mine so you’ll be close by. Tried to set that up ahead of time, yanno. Wait lists are a pain. Maybe you’ll meet some of my other servants too? A couple tend to be on missions often but one who frequents by is this guy named Vlad. Black armor. He’s cool.      But when we get there and there’s something you need for your room, just lemme know, ok? I’ll see if I can help out. You can personalize as you wish.”

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ooc;; its ya boi sor. with drafts ont he way. Like this for a short starter with none other than kairi shishigou.  Verse may vary but trust me he’s a good.

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Opia ! :O

“I had a dream last night.”

Simple words, which conveyed so much.

Simple words which gave birth to a great weight in the pit of her stomach, and saw it’s tendrils trailing up to tickle at the back of her throat.

“…Is that so?” 

It was all she could think to say, as she feigned a tone of indifference. 

It was a pitiful performance. Utterly unconvincing, even to her.

Slowly, she materialized atop the bedside chair, looking not towards her Master but towards the window pane beside her. A further, fruitless effort to delay the inevitable. The view from that angle was as good as nonexistent, with nothing to fixate on but the metal lining that surrounded the sill, and the dim lamp light, which reflected off of the glass. 

Even so, she refused to meet her Master’s gaze as she continued. 

“Yes, I suppose I had one, too…” 

A dream of faint, and far off memories. Visions of a young girl, and a younger Him. Bright smiles, and laughter, larger and louder than she thought he could give. A warmth in her heart, as in theirs, until the end. 

It was still painfully vivid in her head. The girl, the crest, and a terrible mistake. A hidden truth, that was revealed far too soon. 

It was the shock of it all, which made it difficult to know how to feel, and more difficult still to know what it was that she should say. It was difficult to know if she should say anything at all, though certainly she wanted to. Yes, more than anything she wanted to say something. Many things. To chastise and sympathize all at once. To let the tears fall for the both of them.

That was what she wanted, but…

“Even so… To gaze upon one’s darkest secrets, torn straight from their chest, is a vile and forbidden thing. Those memories are not mine to know. Not like this.”

They sat in silence. Both waiting, perhaps, for the other to make the first move.

“If I look into your eyes, then - regardless of whatever else is in there - I will be unable to see anything but the girl I saw last night. And I am fearful, too, of what you may see in me. You who have, until now, never once scowled in my direction.”

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@voyvodas​

Why was it this candle never stayed lit? To find out, the placed curse was a little different than the times before. The vanishing flame alerted him with a prick beneath his ribs. Whirling on his heel, he ran back down the corridors all the way to where his master rested, metallic clanks announcing his return long before he arrived. It took him some minutes, among Lancers he was not the fastest.

Fast enough however to find the reason when he rammed the door wide open. The surprise stole his breath and malicious red cast itself on the frail child-like figure. Memories assaulted him. 

It was that monster which donning the appearance of a girl had lured his master into a death trap. Remembering it, his mouth pressed bitterly into a line. His master really wasn’t a smart man but lamenting that was moot. The brutalized traces of where his last incarnation slashed her looked as if it only happened yesterday. And threatening the same fate, the blade of his spear pointed at her again. 

        “What is it you want? Your master is gone, this life suspended. You have nothing to gain here beast, endanger him and you shall know the taste of hexed steel once more.”

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Wasn’t he a comedian! It seemed like the shadow’s cackles would come back as certainly as the moon’s rise with this fool at his side, “Your gun? So you shoot me again? That is grand. No, absolutely not. You don’t need it. You can fight with only what is given to you. You can rely on me, like before. Like… ah, see that hellspawn over there?”

Grotesque creatures with mouths on the sides of their faces and humanoid features mashed in where logic dedicated they didn’t belong nor served a biological purpose appeared from behind the columns of rock in their way. The shadow’s grimace oozed sadism. He vanished like sand carried away by wind and reappeared on a platform jutting over their current location, leaving the necromancer completely exposed to the beasts that appeared as if they only existed to look wrong and horrifying. 

With a flick of his wrist the shadow had some of them combust into flames, his laughter carrying down to where Shishigou was. Some of them. On purpose he had left some alive for Kairi to fend off himself.

A spirit to feast on the emotions of others, the animosity was sour and sickening. Pointedly, the girl felt the glare in the truest meaning. Her wounds ached as if the Servant’s blade delivered fresh blows. Even as she turned to look at him, she did not cower. The monster was no match for him in a fight but his words... his words had no effect. Its face struggled with expressions he would understand. A displaced mouth that ran across the girl’s visage would not be able to convey speech, nor would there be any soul or childlike innocence in the doe eyes that stared back at him.  Still, those torn lips mimicked Vlad cruelly. Y our Ma  ster.  Her hand of tendrils remained in the lifeless one of the necromancer. A tug to indicate him said it all.  Your master is also gone.  He did not move.

 Finally, she let go. What remained of the beast’s body slunk over its clothed possession.  Hesitancy.  Between servitude and self preservation.. She eyed that weapon pointed at her. Curses. Curses. So long as they remained, she would never Improve. Reluctantly, she raised herself to place the bundle next to the magus. She tugged at the fabric and there revealed an enlarged, disgusting, blackened heart. Fine bight lines of curses traced arteries, growths of magic  festered around jagged ends and injuries, even looking it over invoked a sense of nausea and tightening of the chest. . Was that the lord of the castle  was after? Revolting.

The spirit pointed  at the Servant’s spearhead, then traced its way to the heart. She shook her head. He needed something different.  Didn’t Kairi’s bag have spoilers? Where were they now?

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 Shishigou grunted in disapproval at the shadow’s game, curing his hands into fists as the flames ousted several of the foes. They treated this more like a playground. Whatever.    He pushed up his sleeves,giving his wrist a quick roll. Chaldea life made him gone soft!  4 left. Not bad.  The creatures  were momentarily stunned. Shishigou went to quick work. He fired multiple gandrs at the one nearest him as it lunged, but true to its motions, nearly feel on him anyway. Not disadvantageous, he  grabbed at its ruined features and one of its limbs. Using his weight to help him swing, the mercenary  threw  the gangling thing at two farther away He fired more curses at their limbs.  Beyond him, he heard pace and rather than use any magecraft, turned to  throw a punch.   It fell to ground dazed but not defeated. Kairi however, sensed more dread.

While  his companion laughed, a giant silent creature loomed with the jaws and teeth of an angler fish hung wide.  from a crown of horns. Thousands of eyes of all shapes opened across its dark skin and focused on the being with the highest energy. a shame they were so tiny. What a mere snack.

Shishigou , however, found a moment to snort as a giant glob of drool fell over the shadow’s head.

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In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

Pablo Neruda, from “October Fullness” (via theclassicsreader)

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ooc. aaaaannnd then i just realized i... didnt even properly link his info. g-gomen.

edit: ok! Sorry about that yo!   Info should be up. /pose

ooc. thank you for the warm response on that promo!! I’m flattered!!  👍👍

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ooc. thank you for the warm response on that promo!! I’m flattered!!  👍👍