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mordred: i can speak to animals

jeanne: prove it

mordred, kneeling down in front of a duck: hey you fucking duck

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bukkake barnes - Today at 8:17 PM : MORDRED VOICE: I'LL PUNCH YOU, I'LL PUNCH YOUR DAD, I'LL PUNCH YOUR BOYFRIEND, I'LL PUNCH YOUR DOG, I'LL PUNCH MY DAMN SELF

AZAZEL YOU USELESS BASTARD - Today at 8:18 PM : mordred voice: MY FIST DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE

bukkake barnes - Today at 8:19 PM : ALL ARE EQUAL BENEATH MORDRED'S FIST

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dangerclassed  ;  ibaraki.

❛   ufu,  saber.  spar with me, would you? i have an itch.   ❜   the carnal itch to SNAP THAT ARMOR TO RUBBLE.  you can’t blame her instincts. but you can blame her for acting.  @shirubaka

... a challenge? is that a challenge they hear, coming from a sardonic smile and serrated teeth?  ( I WILL PLUCK THEM OUT ONE BY ONE, DON’T FUCK WITH ME, BRAT. )  mordred sneers, trailing index finger up the side of their face to tuck golden hair behind an ear.  “dunno how long you’re gonna last for me, squeaky toy, but i’ll play along.”

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MOR IS GONNA FLICK THAT LITTLE GREMLIN OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH

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museobsession  ;  berserker.

“nn, nn!” she turns to face caules as she nods, fists raised by her chest as if to emphasize her point. for the most part, the other members of the black faction aren’t unbearable to be around; even if she mostly keeps to herself, the berserker appreciates that there are people that see her as an ally, rather than a thing. it might be greedy to want more, but if fiore’s trying anyways, she can’t help but feel a little disappointed at the rejection.

well, at least she’s enthusiastic about the idea  --  caules would be too, if the possibility of killing or being killed were to be taken out of the equation.  “i’m sorry our allies are so limited. after all, not just anyone has the energy or determination for war, you know?”  in the case of trying to recruit other servants... well, isnt it obvious they wouldn’t want to deal with dying all over, take things slower?

(... well, caules wishes that were the case here.)

“maybe it’s because fiore’s methods of invitation aren’t what they’re into. what would you say, if you wanted someone to join you?”

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durindanna  ;  who’s this clown.

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“You played in that Grail War with factions, didn’t you?” A rhetorical, he’s picked up that much from his surroundings. What he hasn’t picked up is how a war with teams held onto enough people with personality and enough humans passionate enough to chase after a grail didn’t end in a horrific self-consuming fiasco.

Hektor looks at them musingly, smile still present though he doesn’t bother with making any else of his expression match or seeming other than analytic.

“What kept you all from destroying one another?”

“ah?”  

who’s this fucking joker? that smile of his makes mordred want to deck him straight in that firm jaw of his  --  but it’s a smile of a beckoning cat, one the knight knows will only be greeted with something unpleasant in return. tch. whatever, they’ll give him what’s coming to him later if he tries any shit.

“’the fuck’s been walkin’ around talking about my business?”  they think. maybe that snake bitch had finally been summoned by master, or the black factions archer from way back when was reminiscing. that one’s clothing was similar to this creep...

greeks were like that apparently.

“... well, whatever. that grail war was kinda doomed to go to shit from the start. it got all kinds of fucked up  --  it was obvious the moment we had a ruler. they’re only needed when shit’s fucked.”  and god did jeanne take that title seriously. too seriously, really, but it wasn’t really a bad thing... having something you’re willing to fight and die for, mordred both hates and envies that sense of selfless devotion.

( they can’t have it. their life was not kind enough to give them the choice. )

“the red faction’s leader was a snake. he stole all the other red faction’s command seals and controlled everyone but me  --  my master was the only guy with a fuckin’ head, i swear. half the black faction destroyed themselves, and the rest that survived with some common sense, we ended up helping to beat up the red faction. stupid, yea?” 

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museobsession  ;  berserker.

“nn.” she’s watching fiore’s attempts to recruit people pretty intently… and frowning whenever it fails.

“ah... i've been kind of preoccupied, but that’s her latest hobby, huh.”  as expected of fiore. she’s amazing in her own way, wanting to join together for a cause instead of having to fight  --  if it were possible, at least. caules looks back at berserker, studying her frown.  “do you want more allies, berserker?”

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museobsession  ;  berserker.

“?”

“is something wrong, berserker?”

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lightsealed  ;  rhys.

@shirubaka (mordred). 

“Jeez, this training setting’s nothing to you, huh!” Rhys laughs between breaths of air, sweat dripping down their hair and skin. Settings that Rhys had trouble with– things like fighting shadows of Servants at low-level beginner’s settings– were a real breeze for Mordred. Though, that’s to be expected from a Knight! 

Rhys rolls onto their back, dropping their sword by their side, as the program ends with a congratulatory tone and the training room reverts to its blank state. “Maaan, I can’t even move… I wonder if it’s even possible for a human to get to a Servant’s level…” 

mordred thought their master was a fool considering the lofty goal they had for saving humanity of all things but  --  this one really takes the damn cake, they think. while their circumstances can’t be helped, one would think that rhys would work alongside the other humans that had survived the problem that left a sole master in chaldea.  ( mordred wasn’t there, has only heard it from the mouths of romani and other servants, but apparently killing everyone here was intentional. tch. )

the knight is silent as they lift their sword to rest it against a shoulder, turning to look at the other laying on the floor and soaking in their own sweat.

“... any normal human would know they can’t match up to a servant, and they wouldn’t try to either,”  mordred answers finally, tone flat.  “you  --  don’t want to be thought of as human, do you?”

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Mordred「モルドレッド」✰  ep. 6

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i’m in love

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my,,,, son,,,, i love y

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baby boy. baby,

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heroicspirited  ;  mizuki.

“Don’t call me that in front of everyone…!” 

He’s close. Breath hot on her neck, on her ear, goosebumps down her spine. His warm body against hers, electricity in her chest. The argument bubbling in Mizuki’s chest comes out as a tongue-tied “I would have,” despite that they both know that’s a lie. Ever dutiful, ever a hard worker; her work is her pride, after all. Her role as an ‘Agent’ is worth the paperwork, the sleepless nights, and Sensei’s cutting comments. 

…She has to admit, getting away for a bit does sound nice. And it’s Chuuya, after all. It isn’t like Mizuki can just brush him off. Not that she wants to. If it were a choice between him and her work, she knows what she would choose: that hot-tempered redhead with a taste for fine clothing and cigarettes still on his breath. His shirt stinks of it, even; a scent mixing with whichever cologne he wears that makes him smell like mint and daring. 

The memory of their last date is still fresh in her mind. Her heart is pounding in her chest. She knows what’s coming next. 

“I suppose… I can take a short break…” Those papers aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

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chuuya likes that tsujimura’s easy to convince  --  only when she’s with him, otherwise he can’t help but bear a lingering concern she’ll get herself wrapped up in trouble again, do something stupid or dangerous depending on the person. how blessed she is now then, when chuuya’s only goal with her is to ensure she never does a thing she dislikes.  ( what is he, if not a gentleman? kouyou didn’t teach her student to be a heathen, at least outside of work. )

there’s a playfulness in chuuya’s step as tsujimura leads him away, the corners of his lips curling up in a pleased smile. the rush in her steps makes everything all the more amusing, but he decides not to comment on it in favor of watching her open a seemingly empty meeting room and tugs chuuya inside as quickly as possible. it’s enough to make the executive puff out a breath of amusement, eyes falling half lidded as he adjusts to the darkness, takes in tsujimura’s silhouette against the limited light in the room.

make it quick, she says --

no, chuuya has no intention of doing that. for one, he’s never exactly been the ‘fast’ type about this sort of thing, and it’d be a bad thing if he were. if he were, she definitely still wouldn’t be with him. no one likes a man who can’t last, and chuuya has plenty of stamina to make sure he gives tsujimura what she deserves first before even considering himself.

“sure -- 'course baby.”  he’s lying, and they both know it.

chuuya shrugs off his coat, lets it fall behind him on the floor without a care and tips his hat back far enough to let it join the pile. there’s no one around to mess with it, and the government’s always known for their tendency to not leave a trace of anything like the perfectionists they are. another reason why tsujimura is so refreshing --

gloved hands rest at the agent’s hips before they travel down, and chuuya kneels down just enough to cup tsujimura by the back of her thighs and effortlessly lift her off her feet, carrying her to set her on the edge of the table. “this room is sound proof, right? don’t think for a second that i’m gonna go easy on you.”

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morsxvoluntariax  ;  dazai.

“Aaaaannnnndddddd there’s the stupid I know so well~ Really, Chuuya, I don’t think your short self could reach that far~” 

“if you aren’t going to say shit but throw around height jokes, tell me so i can move the fuck along. don’t you have somethin’ to be doing?”

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morsxvoluntariax  ;  maggot.

“Oh, my, Chuuya, what a wonderful idea that was! I hate to see your only brilliant plan of the month be wasted on little old me~” 

the lord is testing him, and he’s not even religious  -----  “wanna keep talkin’ so i can shove my foot so far up your ass you’re singin’ hail mary? i’ll do it, bitch.”