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she set a city on fire once (entirely against her will) and is still riddled with guilt to this very day.

#♔DASH COMMENTARY #and then he adopts the sole survivor #extra dick move #good dad but terrible person #adding fuel to the fire (heh) of one of my fate girls' trends by another #more likely thank you think

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enneagram personality test

TYPE ONE : IMPROVER

Ones are idealistic, conscientious and have a lot of integrity. At their core, they are defined by their perceptions of right and wrong, and their commitment to doing things ‘right’. Ones act with self-discipline, determination and the ability to delay gratification for a brighter tomorrow. Ones are great at improving what they feel needs improvement, but they have difficulties relaxing and allowing themselves, as well as others, to not be perfect at all times. Ones are pragmatic and serious people who work hard to ensure they are the best version of themselves they can be. They put a lot of effort into making sure they’re doing the right thing at all times and are great at seeing how to improve and perfect things. Organizational skills, self-discipline and honesty come easy to Ones. They have an awareness of what the world needs, are dedicated to the causes they pick up and persistent in the face of struggle. The high standards Ones have for themselves and others can make it hard for those around them to live up to the One’s expectation of what it means to do something ‘right’. It can be hard to change a One’s mind on something, since their identity is tightly connected to their need to be seen as a good person.

#♔MEME FRIDAY #this week on saber gets called the fuck out

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"There is a peculiar... sensation in the air tonight". no eclipse so it's no a new Saberface and there's no trouble brewing around to justify it. Weird.

#♔DASH COMMENTARY #♔CRACK #emerges from sleep just for this #do not piss on my round table! #hedgehogs do not follow this terrible example #unsanitary cw

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Their willingness to cooperate with someone who should be considered an enemy was bemusing, but on an individual level, there were little distinction between a champion and a traveller. similarly, she had not struck him down immediately simply for his race or residence — they were unique gears, connected or not, within a grander machine.

If he were lying to lure her in, his acting talent was remarkable, though there was nothing in the air around him to suggest that were the case, arguing to the faekin he were a believable free spirit. It might not lower her guard entirely, but it would smooth any potential tensions.

After his lead did she follow, treading in between the trees for the first in long a time. "What is it you do with your time if the kingdom does not demand your champion their cause? None upholds a mandatory demand, but there cannot be much affection for someone who refuses a call which the people chant".

He can tell he's under scrutiny. He thinks he's obscuring his intentions well enough, but he'll have to be careful. Lucky for her that his intentions are harmless; he's just messing around. He cares little about allegiances and even less about participating in the war. His tail sways almost playfully as he gives her a grin.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be! But I've never really cared about wisdom." He has a feeling she won't stab him in the back; if she wanted to attack, she would have by now. He doesn't feel safe, per se, but he is pretty certain that he's not in any immediate danger.

"Well, no better way to assess the lay of the land than with the help of a local, riiight?"

#kindliar #KINDLIAR 1. #「Kokichi Ouma」. #♚EVENT 22. #♚fantasia war

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As alien this region might be, who was he to anticipate there might be hostiles? There should be no fault laid on his shoulders, and she signalled that by a shaking head. "The artificial environment would suggest a human population — there would have been an expectation to meet residents, not beasts". though given the condition into which it was deteriorating, it begged the question of what happened to them.

If they may have escaped, as the plundered clinic might suggest, but if so, why had there been no word about escapees falling? Unless their destination was not beneath but elsewhere... or simply hadn't made it out. Unanswered questions with concerning possibilities, but pooling energy into solving the mystery would detract from performing whatever necessary for own survival. Even if patched up, Eiden required a secure location in which to rest and recover his wounds.

"It isn't over yet". Casting a glance across their surroundings and the doorway through which they'd come from the lobby, she could assess no immediate threat had drawn closer. "Until you are somewhere we can guarantee is out of harm's way. Should you wish, I can cover you until then". A pause. "More delicately this time".

Fingers dig into his seat as the fabric tightens against his skin, a little nervous. Nobody likes to get hurt after all. His body strains along, making his teeth grind against the cloth in between but yet he manages to keep the whine from forming. The breathe still escapes harsh.

Though he initially closed his eyes he ends up peeking, barely witnessing the sight of her work. The glimpse is however still enough for Eiden to relax a smidgen.

As she finishes Eiden releases a heavy exhale as he removes the tea towel.

" Ahh, well, that's what I get from wandering about", Eiden laughs testing the wraps himself by carefully moving the arm a bit.

" ...err. Thanks. Again. You're a big help for real. "

#kleinstar #KLEINSTAR 1. #「Eiden」. #♚EVENT 21. #♚data corrupt

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We have no wings, and though we won't learn how to fly We stand above the earth now, and keep walking on, trusting it all ↳ flowers - Hana Hope

#♚ #king of knights. #princess lily. #lion king. #alter tyrant. #king of conquerors. #chaldean. #garden of avalon. #saint ruler. #camelot guardian.

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The building were in disrepair, that much could not be denied. However, to be 'his', and meant for destruction, she found to be a suspicious tale. Compared to the expectations one might have of a caster seeking to spread chaos and uproot the system, it was a humble abode — which cast doubt on his claims. But if it were to be the case, the lord... perhaps they'd long departed the land, and its remains preserved as result of his tenancy.

Emerald remained sharply aimed at the back of his head, maintaining watch for any sudden movement to instigate an attack. The miasma around him, murky like poison, threatened to swallow his image like smog obscuring any within its field. Suffocating more than the unnatural mists which spilled from this very territory once.

"And then what?" she questioned, tone laced with distrust. "Should this place be your shelter, where would you go?" He was too dangerous to simply permit roaming free — even if not completely unshackled, his power grew far beyond the measure of most here. That which he had already demonstrated were a threat once he acted. If it were the lord here had held him back like a chain, then their absence signalled the end of peace balance on a knife-edge.

An arm raised, Excalibur brandished with a defensive slant so that her gesture not involuntarily invite him to attack. "You would have any believe you would simply relocate and make no further action? your allegiance with NULL made clear your intent to rebel at first chance. Why the Stars have not dealt with you is anyone's guess, but you will not be free to commit any atrocity you may have in mind".

Judar's red eyes barely widen at the sound of that familiar voice. It was, the king of martyrs, what a suitable place for someone who walked closer to the dead than the living. Always with her pitiful ideas of the strong opposing all who threatened the weak.

Lips press into a thin line, not a smile left on his face, and it was when he didn't smile that Judar was more dangerous.

"Ah, it's you." Something was unsettling in that glade where the abandoned mansion remained. Cracked windows of a once lordly residence, moss and wildlife had found home, as well as the overgrown vegetation, now frozen under a layer of snow.

"This place is mine to destroy." He glanced over his shoulder, meeting the knight's gaze even if his eyes were hidden under the wild raven bangs.

Perhaps Saber's keen spiritual senses would notice a trail of darkness, the negative emotions flowing from the fallen magi, materialized into a form of winged shapes that breathed mana, into him.

"Burn down the house and forget it," together with those memories bothering him. He didn't need them, to remember the times that had been his home. Relatively good times, fun times, chaotic times, planning to take over the city, and thrive in the war.

#blackmagi #BLACKMAGI 3. #「Judar」. #jail! jail for 1000 years #come here and serve your timeout

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Saber nodded, though an unusual concept to those whose lives were led by conflict and summoned eras later for the same reason, they had truly found release from such a calling here. In Chaldea, it seemed there were many a day when Servants were not engaged in missions or training, content with going about their personal business in whatever corner of the Storm Border had their choosing.

"What plans have you with this freedom, Assassin?" her tone had grown lighter, shedding the formality of the knight who made it still her mission to secure the tranquillity of those who dwelled within this realm. Fortunately, there had been no Heroic Spirit summoned who sought to sow discord like the Caster of the Fourth War, and no matter the automatic assumptions that might be made around one who bore the title 'Assassin', there was nothing about this man which suggested he was about to change that. "Though this may not be the same as having your wish fulfilled by the Grail, it is a liberty which allows each to forge a path of their own choosing in a culture and with technology most all of us did not experience in life".

"A land in which we serve no purpose other than to interact with the world."

Well purpose is something everyone had, no matter how annoying it was actually to find it. Some find purpose in eating everything they see with the I see diet, other times it was to fight wars to protect your people or kill people for money. Everyone was different.

"A happy occassion, to be sure that even after our deaths. We can live as normal people if we choose, and ignore the concept of servants for now."

Because who would make a servant of a god, or a king and not be bothered?

#snakenobi #SNAKENOBI 1. #ASSASSIN「Samurai Remnant」. #they can't keep getting away with this #bangs on the bars to npc jail #agravain i'll get you out somehow

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Her patrol around the Underside had been passing as usual, donning one of her personas as a syndicate informant so to blend in with the surroundings and avoid standing out too clearly should her true motive need emerge. That would be until the appearance of a man who emerged from the shadows — ordinarily an appearance to be wary of. However, the simple garb which clothed his frame and tale of an attempted mugging held back the Servant from action made in haste.

Furthermore was the admission of unfamiliarity with technology. coupled with his appearance, the natural conclusion was that he'd been brought from the outside — and whether by deed as a good Samaritan or taking a wrong turning, he had found himself in the depths far from suggested territory. Particularly as one who couldn't establish contact in case of an emergency.

By a snap of her wrist, the Servant produced her phone as requested, swiping to unlock the screen and opening the call keypad. "If you're familiar with the number which to contact, simply press the spaces marked by each. If that may not be the case, we shall simply escort the men ourselves".

Into the shadows behind him cast her vision. "Is it correct to assume they are down there? You means of subduing them — rendering them unconscious? Restraint? Both? So that we may best approach and not risk a counterattack or escape".

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Yes the path Iori chosen is that of the asura. The endless almost unstoppable hunt for stronger and stronger enemies.

You can't be the best unless you fight the best. Weak enemies just don't get Iori blood pumping at all.

"And that enough out of you four."

Iori just finish a fight with four muggers as the fight is without a doubt disappointing. They were unable to land a single hit on him as Iori would call a constable but the new stuff of this city is still new to him.

Still how has he not found one yet? One enemy that worth his time?

"I wonder how Kaya doi..."

Iori leave the man tied as he exit the alley way he cross path a blonde woman.

A bit on the short side. Minding her own business or going out to eat as Iori approach her.

"Mrs. Can you called a constable of sort? Four men just tried to robbed me. I subdued them of course but....i don't know how to use a phone."

Hey those men were a problem to the peace. Iori like the peace. He do what a morally right man would do and make sure the men off the street.

#twoswordfiend #TWOSWORDFIEND 1. #「Iori Miyamoto」 #somewhere xuanzang is watching

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haha what do you mean i’m into blondes lol

#♚ #rosen emperor. #legends precursor. #king of knights. #arthur of record.

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As a civilian caught in the crossfires of another world's secretive feud, one could not blame Shouko for the uncertainty in her answer — all entities involved were unknown to her. and if no more than the ordinary student her appearance insinuated, she'd not the experience to contend with such intense stressors. Which made it all the more imperative that she escape without so much as a hair harmed — her life was an innocent, in a place where so many others' blood had been spilled, and Saber would not allow hers to mix in that mural.

Once the hollowed pound of footfalls reverberated down empty hallways, the knight pressed her back to the wall, coating her blade in its immaterial sheath once she verified in the corner of her vision that the girl had also tucked herself out of sight.

"No-one left here is an ally". only ghosts of staff members fallen in the line of duty, but of those roaming the hallways were those wearing the dead's blood. Her stance grew tenser, contemplating the possibility of that accursed priest remaining within the building. "Whatever happens, stay out of sight if you can. Should you find yourself under threat, do whatever it takes to alert me and I'll prioritise your safety". She charged towards the shadows' source without a battle cry, allowing them only a brief window before it would slam shut with the force of her sword sliding through the firearms in their possession, which fell apart within their grasp.

Only thing she can do is follow her words. Shouko was highly unfamiliar to this place, knowing it's not her world but in a middle of nowhere only Arturia knows. Let the in-fighting go to the blue-outfitted woman and Shouko be running for her life by hiding.

Literally the only way.

While still unable to move, she had to answer her.

"I-It depends... i'll do my best." By doing her best, means capable of running. She'll just scream if she's frozen. Shouko hoped not to be a deadweight as she was already. Either way, she'll do her best.

She'll follow the servant as she was safe as she noticed someone approaching. Must be the gunmen the servant's talking about.

"A-Are they... friendly?" Hiding on her back already.

#placides #PLACIDES 1. #「Shouko Komi」. #♚RENEWAL 5. #♚mistified #back at it at krispy kremes

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She was growing weary of this routine.

Headed towards the Canyon wherein those most in need waited deep within, the knight drew to a halt upon registration of her Class being bellowed — any other would have their True Name spoken, eliminating any excuse that the call had been presumed for another. Without further advance, the Servant faced Chaldea's Master, clearly agitated by something, although if it were by a recent development, it was one Saber herself had no knowledge of (a luxury these days, she was coming to learn).

"What is it, Ritsuka?" was the query, monotone in deliverance. for even if stoicism had been an attack point of the mage's before, as Lostbelt jungle swallowed hope and she'd been led by desperation, Saber was hesitant more than ever to express. It was better to be branded unfeeling and inhuman — that was King Arthur as her people always saw her.

it was easy enough to find her. despite the lack of it feeling like there was a connection between them for over a year now, one still existed. and all Ritsuka had to do was follow that tether to the source, something that was easy for her now despite her less than stellar aptitude as a mage. despite the rather overly-cheery nature in the city, with pink decking out every store front, Ritsuka felt nothing of the sort. let the holiday be damned for all she cared, because on waking up this morning, she had decided: enough was enough.

gentleness didn't work. openess didn't work. asking didn't work. there was really only one option left and she had no intentions of backing down. no, if anything, her resolve steeled upon seeing a familiar form donned in armor and she can't help but think how this reminded her of going into battle.

" Saber!" her voice echoes and carries and she knows, she knows that the Servant could hear her loud and clear. " It's time to stop it already!"

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#hopeled #HOPELED 11. #MASTER「Ritsuka (Gudako) Fujimaru」. #♚EVENT 23. #♚cupid shuffle #[kill bill sirens] gotta go

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The pace with which the Archer listed off suggestions in order to best improve style was somewhat surprising — so passionate she were that Saber hadn't the chance to visualise possibilities before the next vocalised, and leaving the king with a struggle to offer up responses swiftly enough. Though more importantly, the fascination in the other's tone and expression spoke louder of her progress, from someone scorned by others to one who willingly reached out to establish contact. and not with self-centred intentions at the core — she had grown into a woman of her choosing, and positively glowed from a healthy blossom.

"...It had not much crossed my mind. The wardrobe I had acquired through previous materialisations which remained with me felt sufficient enough, and fashion has not been a department of which much confidence lies — it is much like distant territory or an unlearned skill. Your judgment would be far more appropriate, as it's your area of expertise — it sounds as though you may already have something in mind".

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● "Hmm..." It was the first time they had seen each other in a while, but the Archer seemed to be fixated on the Saber's feet for some reason. Not specifically her feet mind you, but what she had on them. "Have you ever considered wearing high heels, auntie?" It was surprisingly not a jab at the girl's height.

"I think you could look quite fashionable if you tried! Since you look so much like mother you have a cute face. Maybe some hair accessories... and oh, what about a nice jacket?"

#fairyknight #FAIRYKNIGHT 2. #ARCHER「Baobhan Sith」. #stop niece from living her best life? no can do

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After some deliberation, Saber had opted for a change of pace — and with festivities dominating the streets, there could be no better means by which to experiment. Small comforts of the thawing of a hot drink against chilled hands or the flickering of lights against an early eve darkness were best appreciated when their time had a limit imposed. On this one in particular, she'd been fortunate enough for company with little emphasis on conversation to linger. And when they chose to speak, the realm of small talk came a welcome selection.

"I have no issue with accompanying you — there is lesser activity now than can be expected during the day, so it would do well to take advantage of the opportunity. should you feel concern for your throat with the air temperature, there are many a restaurant we may enter whilst you best determine further travel".

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“I suppose you can’t go wrong with a hot chocolate in this weather, but as for whether it’s good for my voice…” He sighs, nursing the cup of cocoa anyway, figuring just one won’t hurt. He’ll have to make a cup of tea with ingredients that would be sure to soothe his throat later on.

“Also, pardon if it’s a bit forward but I’d like a friend to walk through the market stalls with— would you be open to it?” They’ve only just met but it’s the best ice breaker he can think of, trying to branch out a bit to meet new people despite his reservations when he first arrived here due to the unfamiliarity of the city.

#stoicstoryteller #STOICSTORYTELLER 1. #「Haochen」. #winterfes #very understandable i shake and a dust cloud forms dhfgjdikf #this is so late and i'm so sorry time really got away in the funk

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"That was regarded as a secret? But it is your usual manner of behaviour when seeking some thrills. it should not be necessary to don a disguise and alias to mask your identity.

...wait a moment, did you begin a career as an 'e-celebrity' like the Charlie in Elarips? Did you establish a studio in which to record? Which room did you select for it so I may avoid infiltrating while you are mid-stream?" Hold on, hold on, she might overload being called something so affectionate without preparation!

"hey! why did you have to put it like that?! oh, what did I do to deserve this... my own beloved sharing secrets like this in public. now I'll have to change my name and wear a really cool disguise when leaving home." there's a drawn out sigh before he shrugs. "it is what it is."

#douzeepees #SABER「Charlemagne」. #that's the most charitable way to describe #whatever the heckle this is

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Was such an accusation that severe? she wasn't earnestly serious. "so... was that an effort of flattery which you were demonstrating? Then it shall be only correct that you receive some in turn.

Charlie is indeed very eccentric with his choices, but he never executes them without certainty if there might be a casualty, he is the only one".

he gasps, dramatically at that. "I would never! it's just a fact, you have a very healthy appetite!"

#douzeepees #SABER「Charlemagne」. #somehow they're so strong with haphazard communicatening

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"—Charlie? is this... a callout?"

"it's true, you know. Arturia will eat pretty much anything, so most things really are edible!

...but it's probably better to leave the shell itself unless you want to break your teeth."

#douzeepees #SABER「Charlemagne」. #how could you do this to me