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4 yrs ago
Current No, she's an Obscene Symphony.
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4 yrs ago
Bad news. My phone had died out of nowhere. Good news: I now have a computer from ehere to post from. Sorry for the sudden disappearance!
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4 yrs ago
Don't worry, you'll get better at TF2 with more practice.
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4 yrs ago
Elvis is flipping burgers at a McDonalds in Des Moines.
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4 yrs ago
Use Discord on your mobile device by using its browser app in Chrome. Remember to check the box for Desktop Site in the tav's settings, else you won't be able to do much.
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Bio

Hi there. I'm Sylph. Twenty two years old. Pretty friendly, I'd like to think. I don't have much to say most of the time, but I'm always willing to chat.

After some fumbling around I got Discord to work on my cellphone, albeit it remains somewhat inconvenient for me to use. Therefore, I prefer using the site's private messages over it whenever possible.

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In Deify 4 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
God of dapper urology

Blue team base. Mentioned: @Seirei No Hai (Lancer of Blue)



It had been a harrowing trip across the mediterranean. Even the choice of taking a private luxury liner did little to ease a growing enthusiasm that made her heart throb much like a maiden's when bewitched by a knight's gallant smile. After all, she was about to take part in a ritual like no other: The Holy Grail War. A unique chance to see and admire the finest monsters and heroes that had emerged across the span of human history. And it would've been much more prudent to ransack St. James' tomb for a powerful catalyst, but Trinidad found it was very hard to resist the temptation of attempting a summoning by herself and bask and revel with the gift fate had prepared just for her. What sort of hand would she be dealt with? What kind of creature would a lady like herself be destined to fight with? What would make it tick? What would make it swoon? What would make it smile? What would make it cry?

What would make it love?

These questions lingered and thrived across the entire trip from Spain to Turkey, from the moment she set foot in the hallowed ground where the war would be waged to the moment where she finished preparing her workshop. And, finally, to the moment where she performed the sacred ritual that'd bring her partner forth into a proper state of being; to the moment where her melodious voice sang the words that'd manifest a hero of centuries long past. The one she'd devote herself to care and nurture amidst the hell set to fall upon this ancient warsite; the one she'd allow to be her knight and standard bearer for this retreaded conflict.

And once her Servant, the Lancer of Blue, had fully and properly made herself one of this world she'd find herself greeted by a youthful woman clad in black who held her arms open for the Heroic Spirit, welcoming her with a warm yet cordial smile that'd be followed by a curtsy that spoke of her higher birth. That'd smile prove impossible to wipe from Trinidad's face no matter what'd be said to her, and Lancer'd be guided off to the homunculus' chambers to share and enjoy a cup of tea prepared by the Mantonegro in order to properly acquaintance themselves with one another before letting the Lancer wander around the city as much as she wished to for the remainder of the night.

After all, gentle affection was the best way to befriend a stray dog.






Blue team base. Tagged: @Enkryption


And as Valentina conducted her ritual, light began to gather within the summoning circle. A white and warm light, one that seemed deceptively divine. Yet, from such a light one'd not hear an angelic chorus but the far-away crackling of ignited wood. The distant sound of heavy iron chains being dragged on the ground. The sounds of approaching footsteps. First of one person. Then of three. Then of five. Then of many more. Grave footsteps on a stone floor that'd be heard only by the Phantom Thief. The distint jingle of a very populated key ring coincided with the light gathering in the shape of a spire, and the slow creaking of a wooden door being pushed open had it grow and glow brighter and brighter until it finally receded and faded away.

And where that light had once been now stood an affable, smiling blond man clad in priestly garbs.

"My, my. To think that I'd be called upon the earthly kingdom so soon. You must be quite eager to redeem yourself to His eyes, Master" said the bespectacled man of the cloth in an amicable voice as he made a few steps towards Valley. "Rejoyce, wayward lamb, for you've been given a unique chance to attain Salvation". A hand was offered for a friendly shake. "Don't worry about any titles or protocol; my class and moniker for our hallowed quest will be Assassin".
In Deify 4 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
God of Beefcake
Saw their Status


Here's a Master for Troy.

Got space for another one? I wanted to do one centered around celestial objects.
Hata no Kokoro
Hata no Kokoro
Expressionless and Emotional Menreiki



It was fair to say that the situation had developed from a mere curious happening to a full-blown incident, but that'd barely be scratching the surface of what was about to transpire. Fueled by the presence of Komeiji Koishi, Hata no Kokoro was very determined to solve this incident before she did it. She'd beat her, and have her eat her humble pie, and have her apologize, and she'd be super magnanimous and forgive her because that's what nice people are supposed to do and hen Koishi would cry because of just how gosh darn NICE Kokoro was unlike her who was mean and evil and stole people's masks.

It was also fair to say that the poker-faced menreiki was positively brimming with competitive energy, judging by the fox mask atop her head, that tacit pressure akin to a coiled spring about to fire off and the glances she sneaked at Koishi's direction. That's why a veritable burst propelled the girl outside of the room once the satori did so as well. Kokoro heard where they were going, so it was now a matter of getting there first and getting the scoop first, even if it meant weaving through and inbetween the other incident solvers.


Somewhere, a tengu sneezed.


Incident Solver Extraordinarie Hata no Kokoro To The Rescue
I'd be down to playing an android hellbent in expanding its hivemind to any other kind of any electronic device around due to lazy coding.
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