#v; chaldea

[nobuverse]

@miraruinada

"....Jehtin-san, would you also like a cup of tea?"

He hadn't originally been planning to serve two cups, but he can adjust.

He's also being oddly polite.

[nobuverse]

"Hell yeah-! Wait - just what am I burning? Did some Laḫmu slip into another deimension or something?"

Probably something she should have asked before agreeing to anything, but who cares? She had a hard time imaging it something nefarious for her to do ( no more than usual, anyways!).

"What's got so worked up, anyways? I knew you had more of a thing for fire in this form - but I didn't take you for a pyromaniac like me..."

"Sure. Let's just burn this shit t'th' ground an' get rid of it. I'm tired of lookin' at it."

[nobuverse]

@witchofthedeepwood || Plotted

It feels like hot iron's filling her lungs. The crushing weight on her chest is unbearable, her sides cramping with the continuous force it took for her hack and wheeze - any desperate attempt she can make to get a breath in.

ah - it's been a while since it's been this bad.

She should have taken the hint this morning - to recognize that familiar pain in her joints to tell her that this illness was on the verge of rearing its ugly head again.

But Okita had never been one to listen to her body. Always pushing the limits of what was possible. Ignoring pain and exhaustion had always been the norm for her. ( Because anything was better than being alone with her thoughts).

Had she known it would have been this severe, though, she'd have chosen to stay in her room - as to not burden anyone else. Practically anywhere would have been a better pick than the often-used simulator - which someone was bound to notice she'd been using for far too long now without any progress.

"Ah...a.."

She can't even suck in enough breath to speak a comprehensive sentence. Her head barely wants to listen to her as it lifts up to approaching footsteps. It doesn't do her much good, anyway - her vision's too blurry to make out who it is.

"H...he...hel.."

One hand claws at the ground at the ground, attempting to bring herself forward, even in a crawl. The other grasps at her haori, now covered in blood and mucus.

Help me.

[nobuverse]

@miraruinada ( Rachel Posts Valentine's stuff a week late let's go )

This had been difficult. Not in any earth-shattering or even life-risking way - that kind of stress would have been easier for Nobukatsu to manage than this. But it had required the archer to face the kind of crippling anxiety he was continuously burdened by; to ask for help and engage in conversation from his supposed allies in Chaldea.

He detested it. He'd much rather spite a foe than to beg to someone that he knew could deny him help. One was a simple acceptance of fate, the other a intolerable tension within him as he waited on a response.

Maybe it was because it was so unsual for him to interact with the other heroic spirits that Tamamo Cat and Boudica had accepted to help him, as they must have found his situation pitiable. While sister was incredible at so many things - cooking had never been one of them. It'd be impossible to guide him through this.

Admittedly, it's not as bad as he thought it would be. Though he does flinch when Cat runs a bit too quickly around the kitchen, and begins to cower when Boudica tries to pat his head, they both don't scold him in the way he feared. ( The worse he gets a few snide remarks from the cat, more commenting on his strange behavior than anything ).

"I'm still not very happy with the results" he admits. He can't keep from criticizing himself, even when he's just handed Xiang the box of simple, heart-shaped milk chocolates. They're not completely uniform, and there's often the remnants of a drizzle on pieces which represent his shaking hands at the time.

"But I really wanted to give this to you today."

-Was that all he could really come up with? How laughable.

[nobuverse]

@studentshaul ( Medea )

"Rule-breaker...such an odd weapon you have..."

She'd be lying if she said the concept didn't send the smallest of shivers down her spine - something that could break through all forms of laws in mage craft. All her divinity and magical resistance would be for naught under that blade.

She gibes an innocent tilt of her head, staring at the dagger in a slight manner of mesmerisation.

"Say...you'd never think about trying to use that against me, would you?"

She doesn't expect to get an honest answer out of her - but she is keen to see her reaction to the question.

[nobuverse]

"...I've never felt so simultaneously flattered and annoyed. Egh. Fine. You win. Just as long as I don't catch you listening to those geezers at the Enryakuji and Honganji temples..."

She's not going to apologize for pointing at him, though.

"Pointing at people is also rude. Just because elders aren't right sometimes doesn't mean they're wrong, senpai."

[ardenssolis]

@corrchoigilt said (inbox):

You know, Something-or-other, if you want to score higher I wouldn't mind giving you some fashion tips ;)

❝TCH, AS IF I need such things from you, My Something-or-other. My fashion is ‘off the charts’, as they put it. None can so much as hold a candle to me.❞ He clicked his tongue, head tilting back and expression haughty as it normally was, though in this case, perhaps ten times more. ❝However, if you so desire, perhaps I can share some of those tips with you. It is the least I can do for you.❞ Heh, rejoice, Caster! You are being bestowed with the greatest of knowledge by the greatest of kings! What more could one desire in this situation? What an honor!

[c0rpsedemon]

let one of the kids Finally pressure me into opening fgo so she could look at it while i was at work today and uhm. congrats to sei shonagon for being the most popular fate character among girls grades 2-4 at [redacted] elementary school's afterschool program

[nobuverse]

@hxroic-wxlls || From here

" O-okay?? " She'd shyly reply to the Berserker, waving her hands in front of her in a mock surrender. Alright, honestly this was starting to get a tad bit scary, now… Perhaps it wasn't the greatest idea to try out the giant crane machine thing? …Wait, how much QP have they burned, already?

"I'VE GOT! EVERYTHING! UNDER! CONTROL!"

-Well, with a voice that loud, who else could consider otherwise? Even she was fooled ! ( Well. Partially. Not really. )

It's a little hard to convince anyone everything's fine when her hands had unintentionally caught on fire. The effort it took to not try and kick this cheating whore of a machine was just a little too much for her to hold in. And any amount of pent up emotion was dangerous for keeping Heshi-kill under control.

Oh. Wow. The shouting does actually help. She's used to doing that with sick rifts in a more uh - musically acceptable manner - but this works too.

She shakes her hands, as if trying to dissipate any leftover embers.

"...okay. I think we should probably bail before something like that happens again. Can we pick something, uhhh, less rage inducing to do?"

[nobuverse]

"...did it come off like that? Like I was happy for them?" For once, it's not said with any bitterness or venom. Rather, she sounds more disappointed as she realizes it isn't the case. If she were a better person, maybe...

"I'm far too self-centered for something like that." She replies with brutal honesty, as she sees no point in lying about it.

After a moment of silent analysis passes by, she decides there's nothing to lose in trying to ask her next question.

"...was it consumption that got you too? Forgive me - everyone's faces blurred into each other in the last few years of my life. I don't remember."

" I am too busy pitying myself to feel happy for those lucky bastards. " If anything, knowing that that none of the other heroic spirits had to deal with this shit only made him feel pretty damn pathetic. After all, being stuck in bed was no particularly heroic.

Oh, but at least he was not the only pitiful idiot here. " Same as you, I guess. Coughing my lungs out. "

[guhamun]

Name: Percival

Class: Lancer

Noble Phantasm: Longinus Count Zero

Species: Human (Servant)

Gender: Cis Male; he/him

Height: 6'4’’ (195 cms)

Alignment: Lawful Good

Origin: Britain

———–

Personality:

+ Protective, loyal, trustworthy, chivalrous

- Can be a bit stubborn, sometimes things fly over his head

A sincere knight who values decorum, he has been described as pure-hearted on occasion. Acting calmly without doubting or losing his temper at others, Percival known well for his patience – a trait that must have been necessary for some of his more bullheaded comrades. Percival is well-liked by children and animals that meet him for the first time, though said person is unaware of this fact. When he was alive, he used to stand in Camelot's garden in the morning sunlight, letting little birds rest on his shoulders and arms.

It is during battle that he shows a harsher side of himself, but this shift is seen only during battle. He frequently fusses over his juniors, especially those younger than him as he has a tendency to take on a more guardian, or to some, big brother-like role. This extends to his fellow Servants as well as the Master whom he wishes to look after with the same tenacity. A genuine soul, Percival values honesty, and as such, does not conceal his thoughts or opinions.

History:

Percival, the Holy Knight of the Dove, was a member of the Knights of the Round Table led by King Arthur, holding the 2nd Seat. There are many tales of Percival’s birth, though if asked about his home, he will casually state that he was raised in a forest by his mother. The details after that are not important – so he would say. What was, was that he came to prove himself worthy of becoming a Knight of the Round Table. Eventually, in time, he embarked on a quest to find the Holy Grail with Sir Galahad and Sir Bors, a quest recalled most fondly by him as he was able to bear witness to its miracle. Though there are many versions of this tale, this Percival came upon a version of the Holy Spear, Longinus, perhaps guided by fate to do so as if chosen by the spear itself to be wielded by him. Through his journey, he became an enemy to a sorcerer named Klingsor who too sought to use the Holy Spear, albeit for purposes less than pure. Attempting to bar Percival from continuing, he sent his servant, Kundry, to him in hopes that he would be bewitched, and though her kisses had the power to enthrall men with the same ease of a Siren’s song, it did not work on the Knight of the Dove.

Bearing Kundry no ill-will for her attempts at seduction, he was able to confront Klingsor, and through that battle with the assistance of the spear, claim his victory. Kundry disappeared never to be seen again, but her flowers bloomed around the throne of Klingsor’s fortress, the beauty of them remaining deep within Percival’s thoughts even as he left and eventually returned back to Camelot. What happens after all of this? What other tales are there for this knight? There are many, just as there are many for the others as well. In the end, however, he eventually fell with his beloved kingdom, dying with no regrets in his heart for he had given his all to both his king and to the place he called his home.

[ardenssolis]

@dnangelic said (inbox):

sulks. sulks. he can't even bear to look at ozymandias. and yet, softly, far more worriedly than he'd like, ' you aren't actually hurt, are you...? '

❝I AM. I AM absolutely wounded.❞ He huffed, arms crossing over his chest and glancing off to the side. ❝No, I am fine. Your tiny 'pecks' hardly caused me any trouble.❞ Ozymandias had been surprised that Dark had been worried about his well-being, but it wasn't as if he was going to make that known in any capacity. Instead, he was going to continue acting as was normally expected of him to act: difficult.

[12piritarch]

@eldestpiece.

" i've had seven years of bad luck.. but, i'm just fine. " that's no way to greet a new comrade, really. but when asked about itself, it struggles to say anything else. it is aviv, it has bad luck, and it's just fine. aviv hands duryodhana a cute little pin for his shirt, brightly colored and says 'new!' in bubble letters. " welcome to chaldea, berserker! i look forward to working with you! "

[futurefind]

"Pssh— what's a little murder between mage friends?" Says the magus cryptid who's never the one doing the murdering first.

[nobuverse]

@tiredstudents from here

Daniel had tears slowly rolling down his face. Being in Chaldea was a dream come true...but he could not help but remember the times before. He missed his family. He missed the better times before the dead world. As he stumbled and braced himself against one of the white walls, someone moved up to him slowly. The young man would open his eyes and... "Okita...?!" He resisted the urge to say 'Saber'. She was not his servant anymore. She had someone else to be with and he doubted she remembered their time together....forgotten his feelings...it was natural of course and he knew that...still the tears would continue to flow. "P-Please stop...j-just go...y-you can't see me like t-this Saber...you c-can't.." And he slipped up. Daniel cursed himself...he was supposed to be someone dependable to the other, not some crybaby. So he would keep trying to wipe his eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry-."

It'd always felt like there was a string of fate which tied them together. Though Okita could not say why, she'd always felt herself pulled towards Daniel.

From the instant she'd seen him for the first time in Chaldea, she'd wanted to be at his side. They were unusual, invasive thoughts for someone like her - who never really had a habit of having or wanting friends. These are not normal thoughts for her to be having when she already had a master of her own to serve; a greater duty to fulfill.

So - why does it hurt her so much, seeing him like this?

She'd grown up in a time period where those with such sentiments as what she's showing now would have never allowed her to live, even without the illness.

And sensitive souls like his - the young man who had stopped to aid her so many times - they were always the first to die.

"....."

She doesn't say anything as she approaches him, hands reaching to cup his face. Ever so gently she uses her thumbs to wipe away his tears. Her face remains mostly still - but her heart breaks.

There's no change in her expression as he tells her to leave, but she stops her movement. Both hands now simply cradling his face.

The word 'saber', as it came from his lips, sounds so familiar, and yet she can't place why. It burns her. An itching question she can't answer.

"You don't have to be sorry"

She finally replies, hands dropping from his face to his shoulders. She offers a strained smile, trying to give a sense of reassurance.

No. She doesn't know why - but she doesn't want this sensitive part of him to fade away. It's a definitive truth. She's more sure of that than anything else.

"Besides....it's strange, but I feel like you've already done something like this for me before. So let me return the favor."

[ryogai]

"I can't believe my brother is an unhinged nudist.."