#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.

[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.”

[solarfacet]

@pyrrhiclegend​

▊狐 Observation had become one of Tamamo’s most prominent hobbies as her stay in Hive City grew longer. It was a hassle to strike up a conversation with every individual she crossed paths with to satiate her boredom, and so she’d taken to merely watching when she could. It was no different than the her of the past in a way, as she watched over all of humanity.

It became something of a guilty pleasure when the individual she was watching was a handsome young man or a beautiful young woman however - particular if they were exerting their bodies. One could hardly blame the fox, she’d been a courtesan in life after all and above all she was at the very least true to her instincts.

So when she stumbled upon a vaguely familiar Servant in the midst of his training she could hardly help herself from watching as she took a seat in the evening grass. She said nothing and would say nothing unless spoken to, but it was inevitable. There was no way he couldn’t see, let alone sense her.

[mavrosfidi-blog]

          ( @pyrrhiclegend​ )

               Lips crease to a grin, her head tilting off to the side in little wonder. Was it appropriate for a servant to use words aimed compliment another in SUCH a tacky manner? Provided she wasn’t familiar with his flirting or the easy-going personality of another Rider. “I don’t quite understand by what you meant.” in all honesty she didn’t,  the gorgon uncertain if asking was the best choice at this moment. “Are you trying to get something out of me, Rider?” without hesitation she asks, thankfully her expression is less obvious with how taunting her blindfold provides ,, or so she believed.

[scalecape-blog]

Was it acceptable to just throw one's gift through an open window before leaving atop a flying mount into the sky? Well, that's what happened; a package is sent through Nah's window, landing on whatever surface it was aimed at. Luckily enough, contents of the present were soft, for inside the surprisingly neatly wrapped package, was an orange scarf. A note is attached to it, reading: "Lil' Sis! Do dragons feel cold all naked like that? Anyway, here's a scarf for whenever you transform!" Achilles

     Screaming at the sudden intrusion of a gift into the Manakete’s (thankfully), open window, the girl stays motionless for a few moments… Until seeing that the culprit isn’t a home intruder but rather, a long present. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, the older teen approaches the box with suspicion… Her mauve hues widening slightly in surprise upon reading the tag.

     ❝ What is this…? ❞ she mumbles, slowly opening the gift, soon picking up the note inside and giving it a read.

     ❝ Hmph…! What a thing to say while giving a gift…! I’ll have to word mine better when I give him his, ❞ yet despite her words, a warm smile can be seen on her expression.

[castilium]

@pyrrhiclegend

She knew not a lot about the green-haired Servant contending with a number of wraiths. His strength or abilities, not even his class. But she intended to help, even if it might result in a harsh complaint afterwards for interfering in the battle of another. However, she simply couldn’t afford to stand back and allow the numbers to test his limits.

Shield raised, Mashu spun on the spot, and then launched herself into the fray, as if competing in shot put (a very unusual, or failed, variation).

By the Servant she flew, the root of Lord Camelot planting itself into the abdomen of a wraith, which crumbled onto the cement. With the threat of talons fresh in mind, Mashu leaped back, using the fallen body to spring herself away and much nearer the whole Servant’s side.

“Pardon me for invading your bout, as much as I’ve faith you could handle them by yourself, cowardice and disdain feel to fester inside of me by standing by and leaving all the work to you”.

[calesvola-blog]

@pyrrhiclegend

Lily is in the fast food restaurant again--of all the places here in the city, it feels the most comforting. There's something about the tile floor and the plastic booths and tables, the weak fluorescent lighting and the way the employees lift the blinds during the day so the dining area is flooded with sunlight.

(And Lily does like the sunlight.)

She's kicking her heels as she digs into her meal, the soles of her shoes clicking gently against the bar of her chair as she picks up glorious salty, greasy fry after fry, drags them through the chocolate ice cream cone in front of her, and then places them into her mouth. It's heavenly. She's certain that the only way Chaldea back home could be improved is by the installation of one of these fine dining institutions.

Still--there's something that's bothering her, a prickling behind her eyes, her hair raising on her arms, some strange disturbance that leaves Lily feeling ill and unready. She puts the fry she's holding in her mouth, and then lifts her eyes away from her meal, carefully scanning the restaurant for anything that may be causing her to feel as if someone's casting the evil eye on her.And, ah... there, perhaps, on the other side of the restaurant: a man, staring directly at her. She swallows her fry, feeling it like a lump as it travels down her throat, and shivers a little.

"M-may I help you?" she asks.