#kyngearthur

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@kyngearthur ♥’d for an event starter

♔┊ This was truly chaos but a weird sense of it, Balloon animals attacking people ? That was quite a unique sense of chaos but Kamui wasn’t too concerned about getting hurt, he was good at fighting and with his newly returned dragon stone he was able to shapeshift into his dragon form which was much more capable of fighting then just his human form (but maybe if he had his yato back he could fight as a human just as easily), So he was currently shapeshifted into a dragon, that counter still around his wrist in his shapeshifter form as he easily crushed the balloons with a comedic “Pop !” under his claw-like hands.

♔┊ He had already spotted several others doing the same as him, in this game for survival it seems but Kamui had no interest in actually stealing points from others, instead, he wanted to help. So when he spotted another person he went over, trying to make himself appear non-threatening. Not everyone was prepared for a large dragon to just appear before them after all.

❛ Hey ! Do you need help ? Your points seem kinda low ❜

[calacavera-blog]

@kyngearthur { 🍨 )

“Mm,” he nodded as he looked at the dessert presented to him. He said nothing beyond the affirmation that it was indeed there--a clearly unenthused yet still surprisingly dignified ‘voila’--and that it was indeed, by definition, a dessert. As he took a sip from his cup of Earl Grey, he couldn’t help keep a single thought in his mind.

She made this out of what was already in her pantry, didn’t she?

After he set his cuppa down, and witnessing her opening a bottle of red wine, he smiled warmly and tried to broach the elephant in the room with the same degree of delicacy that one threaded the eye of a needle.

“Do you...not know how to bake?” he asked, his smile faltering as he tried to voice his concern without wounding anyone’s pride. “If you said you don’t, that would’ve been fine. I was just curious...”

A curiosity for what one who so clearly was discerning with their palate would cook up and how marvelous it must be for someone with such a critical eye, or tongue rather, would present to others. A benchmark of sorts, to measure all others by.

In his tone isn’t disappointment, but rather sympathy, worry, and maybe a little bit of humor at how much had gone into saving face, to the point he almost thought to applaud such tenacity.

Still, he went ahead and took a few bits of the shortbread, some of the cookies, and a spoonful of the ice cream in his mouth, then give a thumbs up. Then he remembered.

“Oh!” he said, pulling out a cardboard box (from where would be a question that seemed to never have answer) and setting it on the table, “The reason I asked for your dessert was to bring this along and test my mettle, in a way. It’s strawberry shortcake, nothing too impressive...”

Opening up the box showed a rather immaculate cake that would appear more at home in the display case of a cake shop than in...wherever he had kept it until now.

“...but it could serve as proof of concept, if you’d like. As in, I could help you learn to bake. It’s a fun pastime, really occupies the mind, and it is a blessing for someone as naschkatze as me.”

[seithrveined]

“If one’s shackles are cause for discontent, perhaps it is time for some old-fashioned greed.” //if i'm not too late?

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     The sentiment was certainly understood; why should one feel bound to whatever duties may cling to them if they wind up becoming more trouble than any payoff is worth? There certainly must be people who pick up on self-destructive tendencies because of their duty, even if the goal itself is a noble and selfless one. Ragna himself knows a few people that fit that particular bill. His gaze softens for a moment, averted as a thoughtful noise hummed in his throat.

          “Hm... You’re not really wrong. No one should feel ‘shackled’ like that... It’s why people want their own ‘liberation,’ a way to escape that feeling. But...”

     The Reaper’s eyes narrowed as his mind wandered to the other side of the coin, the dark reality of freedom. For every person that desires a liberation for a better outcome, for themselves and for those around them... There are others whose idea of freedom would bring ruin to others. Such beings have their own “shackles” to break free from, but the goals they seek would only result in others being chained down by their malevolent will. Ragna’s eyes closed for a moment as the spiteful, hateful words of one such being echoed in his mind.

          I belong to myself, and no one else!

     What should have been a positive sentiment had been warped and twisted into a destructive goal. Such a person filled with so much spite and hatred, where the only way they could feel “free” from their shackles was to enslave all those around him to his will... The reminder made the warrior’s scowl grow a bit, his eyes opened up once again.

          “Sometimes, a person’s greed gets out of control. People like that would take it too far, and their ‘shackles’ are just forced onto others instead. It’s a tricky idea to play around with; some people deserve to act a little selfish at times... while others only wind up taking it too far. But I guess... it’s all part of bein’ human, right? There’s never gonna be a perfect solution... but the fact that we’re free to choose our possibilities is a sorta freedom in and of itself.

          “That’s just what I think, anyway. It’s better than havin’ people forced to do things a certain way without any chance of a choice.“

[magicglutton-blog]

@kyngearthur

Merlin was busy in the library as always with her studies, trying to concoct some sort of new potion, she hummed, looking through various books of herbs and medicine of this realm. given none of the flora, fauna nor biota appeared in this realm at least none she was all to familiar with, up until she caught sight of a familiar magical prowess from her peripheral vision...no, this wasn’t the same, it was altered to some extent. “arthur?” she questioned, turning to face the source of the power.  Was this truly him? and yet he took the form of a beauteous woman much similar to that of her own guise. 

[kingofconquests]

–– she's peering over his shoulder, wondering if he was playing anything exciting today.

Ah? His screen was angled a bit to give the Lancer King a better view.

“You see all those red flags? Those are my resources. The one that I need is occupied by the green flag--the strongest creatures in my army require additional resources besides gold. Now, one mine should be simple to take, eh?”

“Unfortunately, the green player placed nearly all his high-level creatures to guard that mine, rendering both of our strongest units unusable. Now it’s become a numbers game, and he has the advantage in stacks of archers, which are weak but cheap and plentiful. So, I’ll need to think of a way to either bolster my fewer, stronger troops or invest in AOE spells to take out as many of his foot soldiers as I can.”

A sigh!

“Clever man, that El Melloi II. But that’s all I can do on this turn--I’m out of movement.”

...

“--Ah, you may appreciate this game! It is turn-based, with many ways to win. Surely you have this game system, do you not?”

[memovouloir]

♜ Interior decorating aesthetic?

Very plain and simple! A couple posters here and there, maybe, but otherwise she likes to keep her walls clear and her room clean as well. Her bed covers are really the only thing out of place, because it’s a space-themed comforter.

Soft pastel colours, clean room, plain furniture on mostly carpet flooring. She doesn’t mind the look of like... ‘modern’ homes but it doesn’t feel as cozy to her.

[flodeuyn-blog]

    ≪❀≫ HIS EYES WIDENED slightly at the sight – confusion alight in his gem-like eyes. To see another VARIENT of the young KING he’d helped raise… A LANCER? He wasn’t aware she’d had such a state. However, he was excited to see her, nevertheless.

      “… my king.” He starts, raising a hand to wave towards the other. She may not be the one he raised, she may not even be his specific king – but no person who helped RAISE ANOTHER would treat any variant of them less important then another. He wasn’t always the best with his manners, in fact? He often thought himself abysmal with the. (He wasn’t exactly a fan of formalities.) But he wasn’t cruel. “Arturia.” He says softer, approaching still – though? Stopping for a moment to lower his head in a half-bow – once again? He HATED formalities. “You’ve grown so much since last we saw one another… Or, I suppose…” He stops, biting his bottom lip some. “I don’t know how you and another Merlin may have last left off.”

      How very VEXING. This was clearly another Arthuria. Another “ARTHUR” – yet? He wasn’t sure what their connection was. The “MULTI-VERSE” was unkind that way. Especially to one who had been “TRAPPED” on the other-side of the world. “Perhaps I should start this way – It’s good to see you.” Merlin offers, uncertain.

      There was a chance that this other had a very different connection to “MERLIN” – and as he was? He was more connected to the SABER alternative. Yet, he couldn’t just not say hello. He couldn’t disrespect her that way. �� no. no. Not quite that. He didn’t want to. He was excited to see her, despite the differences. He wanted to say hello. Make sure she was alright. Especially given the circumstances that surrounded them all being at this particular place.

      I mean, he’d only been here for a short time himself – and yet? He’d already nearly been eaten alive by zombies! Who knows what sort of chaos the other may have faced…

/ @kyngearthur

[kingofconquests]

At his doorstep is a neon red hoverboard wrapped in an orange ribbon, and tickets to a museum showcasing the growth of technology over the years. She wasn't too certain about these gifts, but she had the highest hopes that he'd receive it well for his birthday.

“Ah, wonderful! I had been meaning to try this century’s modern hovercraft! Let me compare it to mighty Bucephalus, bwahaha!”

“I’ll have to bring Lancer along with me for this one. Things have certainly come a long way from pottery and chariots. Yes, I think I’ll make a day of it.”

[isolaradiale]

Hello! Assuming my reserve went through, can I go ahead and app Arthuria Pendragon (Lancer) from Fate? My contact info on the reserve was swimmingcorgis, placed on the 27th, with application under /app on my page.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Lancer!

You’ll be housed in Townhouse 274!

You’ll retain your magic resistance. You’ll also receive a wooden spear.

PLEASE NOTE: As a new Servant, your parameters have been lowers to D unless they are naturally lower than that.

-- mod spica