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Oh snap... The walls of text.... I thought this was casual! *cowers behind keyboard*
Lol kidding, could just look big because im on my phone though
Hey man, sometimes you just gotta give a bit more exposition lol.
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Hey man, sometimes you just gotta give a bit more exposition lol.
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Well I made my first post in the roleplay. Now I wait.
Glad to see the RP topic up though.
Well I made my first post in the roleplay. Now I wait.
Glad to see the RP topic up though.
Matsushima Momiji
As expected of the day, Matsushima Momiji woke up at her usual 12:00 pm during the days she was not forced to school. After all, the purpose of “getting up” tended towards “effort”, and though Momiji believed herself to be a rather spry young lady, if there was little purpose in an instance of effort, then the effort was wasted, and frugality is an idea that people should live by.
“Meh.”
Momiji thought to herself if she should really get up. After all, she was dulling from the break, and the weather outside was definitely less than optimal for any activities she would want to accomplish. Though not a very outgoing person, Momiji did dislike staying in the same place for too long.
Of course, while considering this option, she had both heard and felt the rumbling that seemed to shake the foundation of her apartment. A bestial roar of a monster that would have made the heart of the greatest slayers coward themselves.
“Oh, I’m hungry.”
A simple observation. Momiji had not eaten her standard breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Cause and effect in action. Sleep in and you get hungry due to inactivity. Thus, Momiji figured the best use of her time would be to make some lunch.
Getting out of her bed, Momiji entered the living room-cum-kitchen of her apartment. Though a bit tidy and clean, it seemed almost overly quiet, besides the petite steps of Momiji. It was as if no one else lived here. A single bedroom, livingroom, kitchen, and bathroom were all that existed within this flat. However, Momiji was but a girl. Though she did not tend to appear her age, she was genuinely 17 years old, and there was no way that a 17 year old going through school would be able to afford such a ritzy apartment.
Though she tended to prefer the silence over what her life used to be. Her family was once peaceful, but a series of unfortunate events caused Momiji to desire peace from her former chains. Thus, her father paid for her lifestyle under the condition that she would continue schooling.
“No food…” Momiji commented after opening both her pantry and refrigerator. Nothing. Just an expansive emptiness like the distance between atoms and their valence.
“Sigh. I really don’t want to go out and get food today.”
Of course, she would have to. After all, there had to be a way to satiate her hunger. And that was the money her father gave her every month to her bank account, much more than she would ever be able to spend in a single month. Of course, she understood that her father loved her, as all fathers do, but never really felt her was able to feel his love. After all, money was one thing, but affection from a father is worth more than gold to the psyche of a child.
A certain game was something she believed would have allowed her this ability to meet other "Players" and form bonds through this means. Perhaps she was being a bit optimistic in this regard. Perhaps she simply wanted an excuse to continue on her rather "cold" streak toward her classmates. She was merely a facade of a person. One could not consider how she carried herself to be truly "living", but rather "existing". Perhaps, as her mother had put it oh-so delicately not too long ago: "perhaps it would have been better if you were never born". Parent of the year.
Momiji was used to this sort of treatment. Her family came from money, and her father had cheated on her mother, filing for divorce and remarrying. Her mother had always resented her after this, needing someone to blame over her father's infidelity. Of course, Momiji had nothing to do with this incident, however, when one is in emotional distress one is not able to think correctly, as Momiji would latter get an apology from her mother regarding to this sentence. Perhaps it would have been better to keep the sentience that Momiji's mother did not wish for her, as it was more painful to see her mother, a shell of the woman she had remembered from childhood, than the words spoken. Thus, Momiji chose to live alone in an apartment. At least, her father was kind enough to support this pursuit.
“I did really want to try out that one cafe that opened up. I think I have a flier somewhere around here.”
After a short while of rummaging through her drawers, she eventually came across what she was looking for. A simple piece of paper that had a menu and a few marginalia on the of the paper. Of course, it held the address and a bit of information regarding the store itself like the menu.
“Angel Mort,” Momiji read aloud.
Well, that is where she would spend her lunchtime, it seems. So she dressed in a jacket and took an umbrella to protect against the rain.
Arriving at the address, she entered the cafe to be greeted by a most pleasing sight. A line of maids ready to serve. Well, one could say that Momiji was an individual of “interesting tastes”, to say the least. Someone who enjoyed the idea of something “cute”. After all, the world ran on cute itself! And Momiji was a cute girl in her prime, thus she should admire the cute maids at the Maid Cafe Angel Mort!
Being seated, Momiji scanned the menu for anything she would like to order as she appeared to be out of place in such an establishment.
However, a prevalent thought ran through the forefront of Momiji’s mind. After all, “Matsushima Momiji” was not simply who she appeared to be. Known within the exclusive MMO “Brain Burst” as “Purple Progenitor”, she was a King that held the utmost authority over the purple legion. And as the leader of the Purple Legion, Crepusculi , and as its leader she was obligated to her Legion’s problems
A single name was placed on the forefront of her mind as she looked towards the menu. Xero, an enigmatic enemy who had taken the lives of several of her Legion members. The thought that this being had the ability to delete an avatar on defeat was worrying, but the fact that he had attacked her legion was an entirely different matter. Those who would take advantage of her legion would not live much longer. Though her outward diplomatic policy tended towards ensuring the balance between the power and influence of the Kings of Pure Color, she was not one to forgive transgressions easily.
Either way, Momiji scanned the menu for anything that would interest her. This “Xero” person would have to wait away from her thoughts, which were now focused on the cute uniforms of the maids in the cafe and how they would look nice on herself, and the idea of eating after being starved for the rest of the day.
Daijuuji Kirei
To those who knew him, Kirei was definitely a bit “off”, but not to an extent one would wish to ignore him completely. A man who went to a rather prestigious college in Tokyo. A man who held the total value of 3rd greatest in every single one of his classes.
A man who seemed to do the same activities every day at the same time without fail, eating his breakfast at 6am sharp, his lunch at 12 pm sharp, and his dinner at 6pm sharp, with snacks three hours after his lunch and dinner. He entered his classroom 4 minutes before the bell rang everyday. He ate at the same eateries on a weekly basis and had the same meals weekly without fail. Truly an odd man.
And today’s lunch, just like he had eaten the week before, was the rice and eggs leftover from yesterday’s dinner. Unlike last week, however, Kirei selected not to eat his lunch in the park, as the weather was rather poor for any outdoor activities.
After concluding his meal, he had chosen to do something he normally tended to do. There was a game that he had become invested in. A game where there existed an abnormality. The ability to nearly freeze time and enter a space where one fights between different players in an exchange of blows. However, his skills tended to be better as a support than a true fighter so he often avoided fighting straight 1v1s, but did wish to find another player in the game to play as a duo partner in 2v2 fights.
However, since he lacked this duo partner, he didn’t really want to fight against an avatar in single combat.
Thus, to get his fill of video games, Kirei chose to go to the local arcade. Maybe others would also be there? Maybe not. Who knows.
[I would post for both Yuuki or Reimi , but I don’t know how I can use the fact that Yuuki is a member of the black legion currently and Reimi wasn’t officially accepted yet]
@Turboshitter
Sorry for a delayed post. You know how one of those games that is supposed to be a 25 minute average match turns into a 70 minute clown fiesta xD
Sorry for a delayed post. You know how one of those games that is supposed to be a 25 minute average match turns into a 70 minute clown fiesta xD
@Turboshitter
Giorgio Armadi
[Mion River, Under the Bridge]
Well, it appeared that at the very least Giorgio was able to use quick wit in order to break Berserker’s restraints on his person. At the very least he had overcome the potential threat of “getting killed”, something that many people would consider to be “successful”.
Even better, Giorgio was able to retain control of his Command Seals. He did not want to be forced to make Berserker listen to his orders through implementation of a Spell. If he had felt his life was in true danger, he would not have hesitated to protect himself, but even with having his Servant have a disfavorable opinion of his person. At the very least, he was glad that she was no longer wanting to rip his throat out.
“Small gains are still good,” Giorgio thought to himself. Though he had put on a rather brave face in the wake of his Servant attempting to murder him, he could not say that he was not afraid for his own life. Though believing in his ability to talk himself out of many situations, he was almost certain that was going to end up badly.
“A wish, eh?”
Both Servants and Masters tended towards a desire to obtain within the world. Everyone has the desire to obtain something.
Perhaps it is to obtain material good.
Perhaps it is to change an event in one's life.
Perhaps it is to change an aspect about yourself.
Giorgio cannot say that he believed in any of these concepts. He was merely a man who felt there could exist a bit of excitement in his life had he joined this back-water ritual. Giorgio already had the finer things in his life. Designer Full-grain leather clothes; jacket, pants, gloves, boots, the lot, wealth, a bit of [in]fame even. Spring break only comes once a year. however Giorgio this “once a year” constituted the entire year, but that was an irrelevancy.
“Don’t you think it is a bit too early to drink. Ha ha ... I still haven’t even had my morning coffee yet.“
Well, he did offer his Servant fine wine. Even if it was in passing, Giorgio was not someone to go back on their promises. If his Servant wanted wine after he had offered, he would accomplish his goals. After all, he was not someone to take promises without first being willing to commit to them. A man’s word is, above all else, his most important possession.
Berserker edged on his follow by looking towards her Master, as she had put it only in name, to bring her to the promised wine. Giorgio was not upset with this arrangement. He had not planned to force his Servant to act as a familiar would in the first place. Though Servants could be compared to “high ranking familiars”, they were not truly the same thing. Servants were once people, and their projection of their legend brought them to the Throne to be summoned to battle. And being a “person” made Giorgio not want to impose himself forcefully on them. After all, everyone is entitled to their own agency as individuals.
“Act as you wish. I have no reason to chain you down. I lifted your madness for that reason, did I not? Even though you might not wish to have a positive opinion of me, I still think you are entitled to your own thoughts. I will say that I would prefer you not be so rough next time. However, I will prove you in this war I am more than a suitable Master for you. I, Giorgio Armadi, have a dream: to win this war! Though I might not have any reason for truly winning, since I had summoned a Servant that wishes to win, out of respect I shall give my all to become victorious.”
Giorgio had placed his hand upon his jacket collar and pulled it slightly to the side, keeping his other hand upon his hip in a somewhat flamboyant fashion akin to his own clothing. After all, fashion and appearance was important to Giorgio. Maybe overly so.
Mad Enhancement of such a high rank tends towards making a Servant a drooling creature controlled by their own Master. A competent Master could act as a Jockey to a horse and control them like some sort of animal. However, Giorgio felt that this disgraceful position was less-than-optimal for his humanist philosophies. Even if he would have to kill other Masters potentially, he would at least offer them the ultimatum before such.
“But if you want wine, we shall look for a bar post-haste. Though I would suggest keeping youself in corporal form for the time being. People of our time are a bit weirded out by that sort of garb and I would say it would paint a pretty solid picture on our back.”
Well, a Servant at a bar would probably end badly. At least it was early so there would not be as many people thankfully. And even if it was early and a bar not open, they could most likely find a liquor store to drink in a more private location. Of course, the latter of the options was more likely, as a Servant who takes the garb of a warrior is more than likely to be seen as "odd" in a store. That being said, Giorgio would likely be able to convince the other they could simply a cosplayer. Probably.
[Going to: The Copenhagen]
Giorgio Armadi
[Mion River, Under the Bridge]
Well, it appeared that at the very least Giorgio was able to use quick wit in order to break Berserker’s restraints on his person. At the very least he had overcome the potential threat of “getting killed”, something that many people would consider to be “successful”.
Even better, Giorgio was able to retain control of his Command Seals. He did not want to be forced to make Berserker listen to his orders through implementation of a Spell. If he had felt his life was in true danger, he would not have hesitated to protect himself, but even with having his Servant have a disfavorable opinion of his person. At the very least, he was glad that she was no longer wanting to rip his throat out.
“Small gains are still good,” Giorgio thought to himself. Though he had put on a rather brave face in the wake of his Servant attempting to murder him, he could not say that he was not afraid for his own life. Though believing in his ability to talk himself out of many situations, he was almost certain that was going to end up badly.
“A wish, eh?”
Both Servants and Masters tended towards a desire to obtain within the world. Everyone has the desire to obtain something.
Perhaps it is to obtain material good.
Perhaps it is to change an event in one's life.
Perhaps it is to change an aspect about yourself.
Giorgio cannot say that he believed in any of these concepts. He was merely a man who felt there could exist a bit of excitement in his life had he joined this back-water ritual. Giorgio already had the finer things in his life. Designer Full-grain leather clothes; jacket, pants, gloves, boots, the lot, wealth, a bit of [in]fame even. Spring break only comes once a year. however Giorgio this “once a year” constituted the entire year, but that was an irrelevancy.
“Don’t you think it is a bit too early to drink. Ha ha ... I still haven’t even had my morning coffee yet.“
Well, he did offer his Servant fine wine. Even if it was in passing, Giorgio was not someone to go back on their promises. If his Servant wanted wine after he had offered, he would accomplish his goals. After all, he was not someone to take promises without first being willing to commit to them. A man’s word is, above all else, his most important possession.
Berserker edged on his follow by looking towards her Master, as she had put it only in name, to bring her to the promised wine. Giorgio was not upset with this arrangement. He had not planned to force his Servant to act as a familiar would in the first place. Though Servants could be compared to “high ranking familiars”, they were not truly the same thing. Servants were once people, and their projection of their legend brought them to the Throne to be summoned to battle. And being a “person” made Giorgio not want to impose himself forcefully on them. After all, everyone is entitled to their own agency as individuals.
“Act as you wish. I have no reason to chain you down. I lifted your madness for that reason, did I not? Even though you might not wish to have a positive opinion of me, I still think you are entitled to your own thoughts. I will say that I would prefer you not be so rough next time. However, I will prove you in this war I am more than a suitable Master for you. I, Giorgio Armadi, have a dream: to win this war! Though I might not have any reason for truly winning, since I had summoned a Servant that wishes to win, out of respect I shall give my all to become victorious.”
Giorgio had placed his hand upon his jacket collar and pulled it slightly to the side, keeping his other hand upon his hip in a somewhat flamboyant fashion akin to his own clothing. After all, fashion and appearance was important to Giorgio. Maybe overly so.
Mad Enhancement of such a high rank tends towards making a Servant a drooling creature controlled by their own Master. A competent Master could act as a Jockey to a horse and control them like some sort of animal. However, Giorgio felt that this disgraceful position was less-than-optimal for his humanist philosophies. Even if he would have to kill other Masters potentially, he would at least offer them the ultimatum before such.
“But if you want wine, we shall look for a bar post-haste. Though I would suggest keeping youself in corporal form for the time being. People of our time are a bit weirded out by that sort of garb and I would say it would paint a pretty solid picture on our back.”
Well, a Servant at a bar would probably end badly. At least it was early so there would not be as many people thankfully. And even if it was early and a bar not open, they could most likely find a liquor store to drink in a more private location. Of course, the latter of the options was more likely, as a Servant who takes the garb of a warrior is more than likely to be seen as "odd" in a store. That being said, Giorgio would likely be able to convince the other they could simply a cosplayer. Probably.
[Going to: The Copenhagen]
Goddammit. I fucking hate what they've been doing with the Fate franchise lately. Literally the only good things to come out of it since Extra CCC are Jeanne, Scathach and maybe Orion (that and all the easy jokes about Kotomine Shirou's stupid fucking haircut, but I don't count those as being genuinely good, per se).
tfw Scathach's design.
yfw Cu got to tap that.
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