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kicho, holding ranmaru: i’ve only had them for a day but if anything happened to them i would kill every servant in chaldea
"L-Lady No-Hime?! Please, think of Lady Nobunaga and Chacha -! I urge you to reconsider!"
Honestly they aren't sure if they're flattered or straight up terrified.
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"Commit the crime, onee-sama."
#ic. Kiomi#Dash Commentary#Ah. I have to make new tags. I lost my list when I changed laptops. My backup died.#I have no icons. I have to remake them.#I have no time.#or energy.#But Kiomi is here to support chaos with or without the aesthetics.#kiicho#Kicho
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🎭- She couldn't feel any excessive tension in the air beforehand ( except, maybe, apart from her own ) - but it had been decidedly an uneasy feeling that made her glad she came. With as cold of a man as her father could be, she could rule nothing out.
"Do not bother with that kind of idiocy - we do not all act only in self-interest. It is perfectly reasonable that one should want to offer something without expecting anything in return."
It's certainly not the first time she'd received guests, anyways. Though they were usually much older than she was - so this served as a nice change of pace.
The bit of concern the girl shows for her is sweet, however - even if it's only out of politeness. She dismisses them with a wave of her hand as she opens the door for the fellow model to enter the guesthouse. It was a replica of some old European-style coffee house, built for a half a dozen people to have a quiet evening.
"Not as much as you surely must be - I would know."
Maybe she shouldn't assume Kicho was already familiar with her- she'd never seen her in Okaki, after all.
"At least, 'tis that way for me. I will freely admit that I do not have much love for modeling - I won't pretend otherwise. But daddy dearest must advertise his business... Surely, you know how it is."
The silver, decorated kettle was handled carefully as she poured the tea; not wanting to make a fool of herself in front of her guest.
"'Enjoy' would not be the word I would chose - but it was insightful. There is much I could learn from you. I hope you don't take my lack of a desire to do so as an insult to your passions, though."
Even if she's being genuine - best to keep the other at arm's length for now.
"..I hope you don't mind tisanes. This one is french verbena."
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@kiicho ll Starter Call
🎭- I don’t really trust that man around younger girls.
She remembered those words sounding particularly odd from Beatrice’s mouth when she was much younger than she was now. Back when her Nanny, who’d been ripped from her homeland, was just starting to turn into a young adult herself - and Misato herself had been only four or five.
Of course, she didn’t understand what she meant back then. She was too young for that. It wouldn’t until quite a few years later that the implications of it would haunt her, especially after knowing that her father had never been particularly faithful with his wife.
Hopefully, it was nothing. But Beatrice’s intuition had never been wrong. It was probably what had saved her life, after all. It’d be a dishonor to ignore it now, when she was more than likely dead.
So yes, she did insist on sitting in on this photoshoot from the sidelines with her father’s newly hired model. It was already a strange thing to hold this on his own home - even it was a property separate from the main house.
“I imagine you might be tired after that.” She commented, giving the other girl a friendly smile now that things were being wrapped up. Despite her hidden, crippling lack of self-confidence, Misato had always been extroverted. Assuring her father was up to no monkey business was her primary motivation - but she was no less eager to meet the girl at the center of the evening’s attention on a more personal level.
“Kicho, was it? My name is Misato. Rokuro’s daughter.” She briefly explains, gesturing to the man who’d hired her. ( He seemed unhappy at the moment - wonder why that was? )
“May I invite you to some refreshments? I just took the kettle off the stove”
Kichō was a girl of many qualities but being a fool wasn’t one of them. Getting invited to a client’s home without her usual retinue of staff had a couple implications, the more … sinister of them weren’t lost on her ( and it wasn’t her first run in with them either ). A job is a job, however, so Kichō showed up, displaying a calm demeanor in preparation for the shoot but always ready to take action in case something occurred. It was a bit of a surprise to her to see someone else observe the shoot. While she kept up a front for the entirety of her assignment, the small smile she returned to Misato was a genuine one, filled with some sense of relief.
“ It’s a pleasure, Misato-san. ” Keeping things cordial was ingrained into her by her company. You are always to be the perfect image of beautiful lady while on the job.
“ That would be wonderful. Thank you for your hospitality, ” she says, offering a slight bow of the head, content to focus on this gesture now that her job was finished. “ You didn’t have to do that for me. I don’t have anything to give my thanks in return. ”
She should have brought something with her as a back up gift, but it’s not the norm for clients to provide such things to her. So, she treasures these actions every time, making a note to send something as a show of her gratitude
“ You were here for the entire time. You must also be a little tired from that. Did you enjoy it, though ? ”
#its not letting me trim reblogs so i guess this is stuck as three replies OTL#Misato cant decide if she wants to be genuine or ruin her own potential friendships shes somewhere in the middle#kiicho#; She who Can Live a Thousand Lives [ ic: Misato ]#v; God is a Comedian Playing to an Audience too Afraid to Laugh { Main }#long post //
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i am going to try to revive my fate blog + give her a genshin verse but if u want u can follow @kiicho
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"My oh my, pretty soon the whole Oda gang will reside in Chaldea. It’s turning into a real unholy reunion in here.”
#kiicho#;laughing under the clouds (BANTER);#;our steps seal fate (FGO);#tanba vc: i'm starting to think the throne of heroes has an oda bias 🤔#//SDFJHGSDFGH hello though i love the idea of kicho in fgo thats good food. love your blog. even if tanba is 🤔 dfgkGHSDF
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@kiicho kichō vc: make one up and make that your birthday
i can have any day i want?!
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"And that's what's important! You've always been my partner, one way or another!"
Well - almost. Best not to bring that up now, though. She was sure Kicho would understand what she meant.
"It's just better now that I get the added bonus of being able to say stupid things like 'I love you'..."
A pause, then an inevitable grin.
"Speaking of which - I love you! "
" I suppose those are good reasons, but still -- " She has her own reasons. Like being emotionally constipated during all of that. " Though, in a sense, we were certainly together. "
#i meAN...yeah...#literally everyone knew except these two dolts really#but god friggin dammit Nobu#kiicho#the fool of Owari [ Nobunaga ]#v; chaldea#servant manifestations [ threads ]
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Kicho-chan is my new friend!!
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@kiicho // Starter Call
“So you were a princess in life?”
And now she’s an Assassin class Servant...a small part of the taller woman wondered how that happened exactly. It’s embarrassing to admit that she doesn’t know the history of every single Servant she’s come across, especially when she seems so invested in those of her home country, or at least a country where she has a family connection. But Japanese history and legend evaded her, and it seemed like getting a book on the subject at this moment in time.
The way Assassin carried herself was intriguing, Tamar had been sure, at one point, that she must’ve been a queen. Composed. Dignified.
“So...what kind of treats did you like in life? Decadent things, no?”
#kiicho#[This is so late I am so sorry!!]#❝Organization for the Preservation of Human Order; Finis Chaldea.❞ — MAIN#[Tamar thinks she's being sneaky but she is not RIP]
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@kiicho ll SC
♛ - “You’ve got some class, I’ll give you that” Tomie gives a dismissive shrug of her shoulder at the other girl “I���m sure there are a great amount of guys working here who’d love to throw themselves at you, hm~?”
She states it as some sort of ominous predication; her lighthearted tone envenomed by the jealous thought of anyone paying attention to anyone else but her.
“But don’t you worry, sweetie - all that attention’s gonna go to me now that I’m here. Cause you’re nothing but second rate compared to a beauty like me-!”
It was said pridefully and without a hint of irony.
#im gonna have to put this early in the timeline cause like#otherwise tomie would never consent to having pictures of her taken for....uh...reasons...#god tomie you're psyche is so messed up wtf thats not nothing to get jealous over#/ you're 14 AHHH /#kiicho#The Immortal Beauty ( ic: Tomie )#v; First Returns#ask to tag //
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@kiicho
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@nobuverse Nobunaga anytime Kichō is away from her.
#SPITS TEA#GOD IF THIS AINT THE TRUTH THO#saved tag tbd#Noble Phantasm is Charging ( OOC )#pulseofthestars#; Fuck this shit LETS START A RIOT [ Crack ]
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@kiicho said: *pats Ranmaru on the head. just a bit.*
"Maru!"
The cry of excitement is made with the same kind of enthusiasm one might except from a bounding puppy, voice almost resembling a squeak.
The feeling of utter joy doesn't come from their own memories, but Ranmaru X still feels it as their own nonetheless. Model 2288 remembered this one fondly, and so, in consequence, did they.
...But it doesn't mean they aren't slightly embarrassed by acting so childishly in front of what is technically a total stranger.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I-I think my memories were just intertwined with this earth's Ranmaru too closely for a moment there! I couldn't help but to be so happy seeing you! Forgive me, No-hime!"
#gremlin go squeak#or...maru in this case i guess lol#Created to Serve [ Ranmaru X ]#a man's life is but fifty years! it is but a dream! { asks }#kiicho
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I'm just going to tag... @nobuverse, @kiicho because this was a really fun exchange.
And @virusvirtue for all the Mori we've been talking about.
Just feel free to grab it guys.
#|| The mun's art things ||#nobuverse#Kiicho#virusvirtue#Oda Nobukatsu#Nohime#Mori Nagayoshi#Zaiachi Kiomi#Akechi Mitsuhide#Guda Guda Shenanigans#fgo
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"No..."
Her voice trails off, blinking in a ( hopefully) adoring manner.
"But I want to hear you say it"
" ... Do you really need me to say it out loud when you already know the answer ? "
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@kiicho replied to your post:
d-do you mean like ... adopting them
”.................. Yes!”
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Closed, semi-plotted starter for @kiicho !
"Your Highness, look right here!"
"Princess Sonia, is it true that your participation in Tokyo Fashion Week is due to a future magazine debut?"
Beneath the bright lights of the stop-and-repeat backdrop at the fashion show's after party, she wasn't terribly keen to discuss fashion or future ventures in publishing: mostly, Sonia Nevermind was hungry. Meals composed only of blended vegetable and fruit juices, plus protein powder, were hardly a way to live. But it had been at both the request of her mother and her PR team that the Princess of Novoselic attend the various shows looking 'presentable.' Which was, naturally, code for cutting her off from chocolate, cheese, processed carbohydrates, deep fried anything, and fatty meat. Or rather: the majority of foods that made food worth enjoying. She'd be photographed next to J-pop girl groups, drama starlets, and models alike, where weighing over 50 kilograms was akin to a deadly sin.
Beneath her smile, her stomach growled. It was a bit dramatic, yes, but she was this close to trading pieces of the crown jewels for pieces of yakitori chicken or pork belly.
"I'm afraid I cannot say anything regarding that at this time," She answered kindly, pausing to give her usual smile and straight-postured pose for another round of photographers. Until another asked what she'd wanted from the collection she'd just seen, earning the princess a very pointed look from the editor she'd conveniently been sitting beside in the front row.
Not that the press would be informed, but a flurry of text messages between Sonia's secretary, her stylist, the fashion editor at Vogue Japan, and the PR team at Novoselic Castle had already shot down most of the pieces seen at that particular show. The blouses and tops of dresses were lovely and modest enough, but all of the skirts and trousers had been deemed too short. ‘She's not going to look like an enjo-kosai gyaru!’ had been the precise wording from the Castle as they watched the runway stream thousands of kilometers away. She hadn't quite agreed with that assessment: she rather liked the blouse, shoes, and handbag the designer's marketing firm had sent ahead of the show. Paired with a fuller knee-length skirt to mask her, as her mother put it, 'massive thighs and posterior,' she looked considerably more demure, more royal, than the rest of the front row.
The string of messages had ended with ‘Well, we can always try Paris and Milan.', a conclusion Sonia didn't contradict: croissants and cannoli, museums and gardens, haunted catacombs and islands with abandoned mental hospitals...she'd be more than physically and mentally fed with a mini break from university.
"Could you talk a bit more about the other shows you're excited to see this week? Or how about anyone special in your life?"
She flinched, just barely, though her smile remained in place. It was a party to celebrate fashion to be sure, but the last thing she wanted to do was create animosity between fashion houses or fabricate a lover who didn't exist. With a quick glance to her left, Sonia spotted a young woman: slim, with long dark hair whom she remembered walking in the show as one of the models. Hopefully she'd be a kind, understanding soul.
"I haven't seen you in ages!" She called out, loud enough to attract the attention of most people within several yards' vicinity. "I do apologize, but I've just seen a friend that I must greet!" With a polite, reserved wave and a nod, she stepped off the step-and-repeat and in the direction of the off-duty model. She seemed about Sonia's age.
"Please, save me," She muttered through her bright smile, a skill she'd perfected just as much as giving speeches and knowing which piece of cutlery to use at any point in a fifteen course dinner. "I'm sorry to impose but I simply can't handle any more questions about my personal life."
#kiicho#Non-Despair AU: University verse#(Sorry for the wait! I hope this starter works for you)#(Let me know if there's anything you want changed)
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