#pyrrhiclegend

[hopeled]

pyrrhiclegend said: WHERE WHERE LEMME AT EM MASTER

THIS ONE DOESN’T INVOLVE YOU DON’T TRY CRASHING IT!!

[lostbeltronin]

     “hey! you said your class was rider, right? then can you ride one of...”

     “these!?” where on earth had she found this unicycle? no one will ever know.

@pyrrhiclegend​

[kingofconquests]

pyrrhiclegend replied to your post: Uh oh. Look who’s joined team Null. I won’t be...

terribly tempted to gandalf his stuff aka u shall not pass with achilles

achilles noooo... i’m like, ur biggest fan... that’d be such a bummer...

[laceress-blog]

                                                             ✦ @pyrrhiclegend.

     was this guy crazy? did he really think he could take on that many people at once with nothing but his bare fists and some attitude? she liked his style, but he was in way over his head. she almost felt sorry for him-- almost, but that wasn’t enough to dissuade her from her perch overlooking the action. with a tilt of her ears toward the ensuing scuffle and a contented swish of her tail, the force captain settled into a comfortable position and made ready to enjoy the show.

     too bad it wasn’t as entertaining as she’d hoped, and her smile fell. here she’d been expecting him to get torn limb from limb, but then the guy goes ahead and wipes the floor with them, tossing bodies around like they were nothing-- she couldn’t look away. sure, it was a little disappointing he didn’t get thrashed, but this was starting to peak her interest. a dart of her eyes aside then however and a twitch of her eyes established he wasn’t watching his back too well, as someone drew closer with a knife while he was busy with the rest. 

     her lip curled-- this could be fun. she was feeling a little restless anyway.

     catra dropped down from her vantage point and as the other turned to dispatch his attacker, she landed on the would-be assassin and pinned him to the ground with ease. a hand at the back of his head ensured he was busy eating dirt while she addressed the stranger with a smirk.

          “ oops, my hand slipped-- i’m not interrupting anything, am i? ” she purred with a sly lilt to her tone. not that she cared for his answer, instead peering beyond him with a jab of her finger, “ oh, and you might wanna look behind you. ” 

                                               his new friends weren’t done with him yet apparently.

[hippogriff]

pyrrhiclegend replied to your post: “I’m a good boy!”

are u tho

“Yes.”

[isolaradiale]

transferring from CA, i'd like to apply Achilles(pyrrhiclegend) here from Fate/Apoc, as well as Estinien Wyrmblood(drachenlance) from Final Fantasy XIV and Bucky Barnes(albulupus) from the Marvel Cinematic Universe please! can't wait to enjoy the new setting!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

Achilles will be housed in HOUSE 120.Estinien will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 220.Bucky will be housed in APARTMENT 320.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod altair.

[keteritae]

pyrrhiclegend--

UGH WHY WONT YOU LET ME JUST LIVE MY LIFE

[salturia]

      WHY MUST HUMANS WASTE POTENTIAL ON STUPIDITY? Even a simulated concept of weather can conduct cold, and the manner of his dressing is far from optimal. The scarf that wraps about his frame haphazardly adds no function to his garb outside of being an aesthetic extension. Arturia’s heart and soul may naturally be frigid, but that does not reduce the impact of outside ailments. Is this the setback of being a simple nobody before an actual Servant? How highly inconvenient. Additional layers of clothing will be required to bear with this treacherous winter. He has them.

      “If you intend to spoil the usage of your orange draperies, give them to me. I will surely find a better use for them on my own body.”

@pyrrhiclegend

[scalecape-blog]

@pyrrhiclegend

     ❝ Oh, it’s you again. ❞

     Comes the unimpressed tone of the teen, clearly none too pleased to see the other. Due to their prior interactions, Nah isn’t too keen on speaking with him all too much... However, she supposes that a familiar face is better than that of a stranger and as a result, attempts to lighten up.

     ❝ You’re still here? I’m... Sorry about that. ❞

[troiamistis]

we men are wretched things.

                                                                      @pyrrhiclegend

this was some celebration-- he hadn’t seen anything so flashy since, well... since he was alive. he was usually too tired for the revelry, newly freed from either war or its aftermath, and even the diplomacy exhausted him, wore thin his conversation and smiles. still, it was necessary, and he’d only retire early to his chambers, nursing his aches and wounds, silencing his ghosts so that he may sleep in peace. luckily the chatter brimming the place was more than loud enough to drown them out tonight.

the fabled prince of troy was perfectly content haunting the loneliest corner of the bar, where the people were few and he could watch the dancing from afar. a few stumbles gave him a chuckle, as he knew he wouldn’t fare any better out there, or rather not at this kind of dancing. smiling evenly, he lifted his glass to take another sip of wine-- only to discover it empty. he whined-- well, now he needed another. maybe he might even feel something eventually. 

posture slumped in defeat and awkwardly dragging a hand over the nape of his neck, he mustered a smile, lifting a hand to beckon the barkeep's attention.

          “hey, can i have another? i don’t think i’m brave enough to dance y--” the words caught in his throat as a shoulder collided with his own, jostling him.

just someone else eager for a drink, he supposed, and he pushed off the bar readying to stand, before peering aside. he’d find some other desolate spot to loiter around in.

          “right, sorry sorry, i’ll get out of the way--” but they were stolen from him, and he froze, thoughts adrift nothing as he was know once more a sight too familiar.

the cold like death had found him again-- just like an old friend.

          “....--ahhh, right, right!” he turned back to the bartender suddenly with a grin, palm up and fingers splayed, “make that five, yeah?”

                                                                     the gods had a cruel sense of humour.

[avengier]

contrasting the present she dropped off for him, Achilles's was surprisingly put together well, showing some craftsmanship from the man that was taught by Chiron himself. Inside the small box would be a black and silver, star-shaped luxury item commonly called as a 'bath bomb'. A note is left atop the box. "Imagine my surprise that you felt enough compassion to leave me a present! Allow me to return the favor, Avenger. ;)" yes, the winky face was scribbled on with it

          SOMEHOW HE HAD MANAGED TO get under her skin. golden eyes do nothing but glower down at the paper with the note, feeling only the slightest vexation for the little face he tacks on the end. ah, as always, she could never enjoy receiving anything unless the suffering of others were brought with it. no, that wasn’t it at all, was it? perhaps it was merely the thought that he took her mockery of his status as a rider as something filled with compassion---like she had done so due to some tender attachment to the foolish servant gallivanting around like some war hero.

                                                     as if she could feel anything like that.

          crushing the note in her hand, she marches off. right, it would only be suiting to hunt him down and launch the note directly at his face. maybe after she would figure out exactly what this weird thing he gave her was, too...

[sanctummilitis]

No shortage was there, seemingly, of servants. To have encountered fellow at the rate she was was to insinuate they had situated themselves into a particular corner of the Hive city, or their numbers exceeded the standard seven.

Unlike herself, the Rider’s ambiance was vibrant and unwavering, to suggest he had nothing in way of limitations. or, at the very least, severely minor. they had hinted at reclamation of what was taken, however the means to accomplish that were lost to her.

He seemed not hostile, so hopeful was she that peaceful negotiation would be a feasible possibility. If not, then it was to be an incredibly one-sided bout, if he was as believed, and free of their curse.

“Might I ask, your power seems untouched by those who claim lord to this city. Is that judgement bestowed on you from arrival, or testament to your residence here?”

He was prime for extracting information from regarding the laws of the land, as patently they followed no known variation. the very sealing of ability and removal of weaponry were of wild imagination brought into reality. - no matter how vexing.

“You are a veteran of the system? How much time passed since your summoning?”

@pyrrhiclegend​

[quetzalcayotl-blog]

@pyrrhiclegend

“Cariño, it’s you! Guess some do better at sticking around, hm? How about taking me out for some beer? A bit of alcohol on my system will certainly heat me up for the upcoming seasons.”

[kingofconquests]

I’ll get ten minutes give or take.

Sentence Starters: Owl City - Ocean Eyes

“Ten? That many? Come now, great Hero of the Iliad, I bet you could accomplish your task in three minutes!”

[hippogriff]

pyrrhiclegend replied to your post: “Waaah… I can’t believe I forgot to RSVP to the...

crash in with that flying hippo of yours

HE’S A HIPPOGRIFF

DON’T CALL HIM FAT! HE’S JUST BIG-BONED!

[erudorago]

 @pyrrhiclegend​ | HOLD ME WITH YOUR BIG STRONG ARMS.

She had not been in the city long and had begun to take a strange liking to it!  Crazy buildings and shops that made any market and bizarre  mere trinket shops!  But! but! but!  No one ever her told about the suddenly swarm of ghosts that prowled around where ever she went!  She did her best to steer clear of them, but on rounding the corner of a building, one  appeared inches from her face! Her guns were useless.

“ AAAAAHHH!?” With a scream as it lunged, she rushed away without thinking. She threw her toy guns so she could reach for the cloth and armor of a passerby, leaping up  and latching on them. Had she outrun the ghost? Where did they go?