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A Biomechanical interpreter of memetics
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@Unoedipal
I mean, I suppose I could take Tamamo if need be. I wanted to app my own caster to begin with in the war when I first joined, but the slot was taken by the time I joined which was a bit unfortunate.
Sux about others leaving though. I honestly felt that even with the current skillset allowed to our characters that the applied individuals were not as strong as everyone claimed, at least from a mechanical standpoint. either way, best of luck @Lonewolf685 @KoL. was fun, if but for a bit.
I mean, I suppose I could take Tamamo if need be. I wanted to app my own caster to begin with in the war when I first joined, but the slot was taken by the time I joined which was a bit unfortunate.
Sux about others leaving though. I honestly felt that even with the current skillset allowed to our characters that the applied individuals were not as strong as everyone claimed, at least from a mechanical standpoint. either way, best of luck @Lonewolf685 @KoL. was fun, if but for a bit.
@ADamnFiddle
I never sleep...like ever. XD always too much to do and not enough hours in the day
This is literally me summarized as an individual.
@Vocab
I mean I would argue that sleep is important to maintaining oneself, but I don't get nearly half the sleep I should be lol.
I mean I would argue that sleep is important to maintaining oneself, but I don't get nearly half the sleep I should be lol.
Matsushima Momiji
@Undying Curiosity
@Kronshi
It was strange. Momiji felt something she thought she would not feel in some time. Nostalgia. A degree of familiarity with a someone else. Something she had not felt in a long time, ever since she was but a young lady.
Perhaps it was merely destiny that she had met once more with a friend from childhood. Of course, at the same time she couldn’t say that it was an all-good meeting. After all, she felt responsible to an extent for her “other” friend. But that conversation was one that Momiji couldn’t truly articulate as she could with other instances of conversation. It was an awkward, yet serious subject matter after all.
At the very least, Momiji was a bit happy to see that despite his attitude towards others changing but the slightest, he was still a kind lad. After all, it was the sharp distance of dissonance which caused Momiji to act like she had for the last few years. Even to someone she had known for the majority of her youth Momiji was unable to trust completely. Even if he was someone who was nice to her during her childhood, people change by the experiences they take and the ideas they adopt. Life in not a journey from A to D, but rather the immense steps to procure what once is able to desire as B from the sum of their existences’ 1-infinity and so on, like the book Tristram Shandy. People were not so two dimensional as to not have their own inner machinations which force the core of their existence.
But even so, Momiji was still human. And despite her desires to keep away from others to the greatest extent, there existed a part of herself that wished that Kaz hadn’t changed from his kind ways as a child, if but awkward. But even Momiji wasn’t the same person who once accepted those around her into her person. She had lost this trait long ago very easily. Betrayal was something that perhaps Momiji expected at this point from those close to her.
So perhaps it wasn't too selfish for Momiji to accept this “kindness”, even if it was probably superficial to begin with. As long as she knows it is inconsequential an action, she cannot be bothered by it, no? But deep down within “herself”, she wanted this kindness to be true.
Perhaps she needed someone, anyone, to Kickstart her heart.
“Maids are great. I come from a rich family, you know? Maybe I should practice my Ojou-sama laugh,” Momiji said to Kaz, barely stifling her laughter. "Ohohoho~"
She would have been able to continue with Kaz out the door into the rain.
At least, that is what should have happened.
But that was when Momiji saw “it”.
“Eeeeek, what is that monster that looks like something out of an old western undead flick doing at the entrance of the cafe!?”
Momiji placed her hands to the front of her in the shape of an X in a feeble attempt to protect herself.
Well, at least that is what Momiji thought it was at first. It had a similar constitution at the very least. A dilapidated and deprived being that seemed almost feral to an extent. However, on closer inspection of the “thing”, she soon concluded it was not a “monster”, but rather a boy who seemed in the same age group.
“A-Are you okay? Do you need food? I can help you if you need food!”
At the very least, Momiji as someone who believed in philanthropy, despite being rather fortunate throughout her life, would not allow another soul to simply die to their hunger.
She would protect those she could see, and in turn they could protect others as well. Well, perhaps Momiji wasn’t such an idealist to believe such a line, but at the very least if someone was suffering and she could aleve such instances with simple actions she could not say she would be annoyed by such. This boy was still an idiot regardless though.
“Assuming you don’t mind, Kaz.”
Giorgio Armadi
[Copenhagen, Fuyuki City]
@Turboshitter
Giorgio hadn’t ever seen a woman drink as much as Berserker had in his lifetime. Well, perhaps it would be worth mentioning that Giorgio had also never seen someone in his entire lifetime drink as his Servant had, male, female, or otherwise [?]. But, that was to be expected from a Servant, as well as a Queen of what was a warrior women tribe, though her mannerisms seemed much more masculine than the typical vision of femininity.
Berserker would simply drink the wine as if it was water. Giorgio, on the other hand, would prefer to enjoy his wine, drinking it slowly and methodically, enjoying the consistency of the flavor over the alcohol itself. Giorgio was one to love life and its pleasures, but he was the sort to enjoy his pleasures slowly rather than instantaneously. A lover of the arts. Therefore, If someone was to ask Giorgio how pieces of bread he had in his life, he could equate this to the number 11,431.
But even so, Giorgio didn’t exactly think that enjoying something instantaneously was exactly the wrong way to enjoy something. Simply put, if one was having fun, then their process of enjoyment was not wrong. He still believed his way was superior to others, methodical and enjoying every aspect of an instance, but would not exactly say someone’s methodism were incorrect. Unless they were being stupid.
To say the least though, Giorgio was enjoying his time in the bar. Speaking frivolous nothings to the bartender and his Servant was in a way an interesting instance of being. Perhaps instead of being a man for war, Giorgio more or less preferred to enjoy himself. Winning the war was inconsequential, and perhaps he would not even make the effort to do so had his Servant not said they wished to win.
Perhaps Giorgio would have preferred to continue his enjoyment.
Perhaps Giorgio could simply wait and see the war, tasting the enjoyments this backwater town had to offer.
Perhaps, under normal circumstances, Giorgio would have ignored a certain message which seemed to appear as if a carrier pigeon had sent him a note.
Battles were beautiful in their own right, but the effort-to-payoff ratio seemed a bit skewed. In the end, a battle between a Servant, as heroic spirits, was an epic tale not too unlike the iliad, ironically enough.
But these were merely hypotheticals. Eventually, just as a stand user attracts other stand users, Masters attracted other Masters, and the battles to decide the Grail War’s victor would be fought regardless.
But to Giorgio there was a certain aspect of the note which Giorgio took offense to.
Seyrun-i Lhu ri Viathan. A name and face Giorgio remembered from earlier. Perhaps Berserker would also recognize the name.
“Oi, Zerker, what do you say to a little ‘raid’. I think I’m a little pissed off and I want to blow off some steam. I’m gonna teach that wench some manners. I ain’t one to be trifled with.”
Though Giorgio didn’t have a lot of things that annoyed him, one of these things were those who didn’t tell the truth. Even if this “Seyrun” person was a Master in the war, the least they could do is say hi as a fellow magus. To look down on Giorgio by disregarding him and running off to god knows where was a bit of an annoyance to Giorgio and needed to be punished. Sort of like how if a gangster passes through a territory belonging to a rival you must first ask permission.
Similarly, Giorgio wanted to visit the Second Owner of Fuyuki and the leader of the crime organizations for similar reasons to this. But to simply disregard Giorgio’s existence was something he took personally.
Giorgio was normally a rather kind-hearted person who enjoyed glamour and fun, but even someone who was respectful and kind has their own triggers, as it were. And to Giorgio, Seyrun disregarding his existence seemed to be a bit of a irksome existence. Rather than the kind, often humbled Giorgio, Berserker seemed to now be talking to a mob boss or something akin to that.
It was not that he wished to kill Seyrun. After all, simply ignoring someone was not reason enough to do this sort of act. However, Giorgio would be lying if he didn’t say he wanted to destroy, or better yet steal whatever was being shipped over.
“I want to take whatever this person is sending over. If not we can just destroy it."
[Copenhagen, Fuyuki City]
@Turboshitter
Giorgio hadn’t ever seen a woman drink as much as Berserker had in his lifetime. Well, perhaps it would be worth mentioning that Giorgio had also never seen someone in his entire lifetime drink as his Servant had, male, female, or otherwise [?]. But, that was to be expected from a Servant, as well as a Queen of what was a warrior women tribe, though her mannerisms seemed much more masculine than the typical vision of femininity.
Berserker would simply drink the wine as if it was water. Giorgio, on the other hand, would prefer to enjoy his wine, drinking it slowly and methodically, enjoying the consistency of the flavor over the alcohol itself. Giorgio was one to love life and its pleasures, but he was the sort to enjoy his pleasures slowly rather than instantaneously. A lover of the arts. Therefore, If someone was to ask Giorgio how pieces of bread he had in his life, he could equate this to the number 11,431.
But even so, Giorgio didn’t exactly think that enjoying something instantaneously was exactly the wrong way to enjoy something. Simply put, if one was having fun, then their process of enjoyment was not wrong. He still believed his way was superior to others, methodical and enjoying every aspect of an instance, but would not exactly say someone’s methodism were incorrect. Unless they were being stupid.
To say the least though, Giorgio was enjoying his time in the bar. Speaking frivolous nothings to the bartender and his Servant was in a way an interesting instance of being. Perhaps instead of being a man for war, Giorgio more or less preferred to enjoy himself. Winning the war was inconsequential, and perhaps he would not even make the effort to do so had his Servant not said they wished to win.
Perhaps Giorgio would have preferred to continue his enjoyment.
Perhaps Giorgio could simply wait and see the war, tasting the enjoyments this backwater town had to offer.
Perhaps, under normal circumstances, Giorgio would have ignored a certain message which seemed to appear as if a carrier pigeon had sent him a note.
Battles were beautiful in their own right, but the effort-to-payoff ratio seemed a bit skewed. In the end, a battle between a Servant, as heroic spirits, was an epic tale not too unlike the iliad, ironically enough.
But these were merely hypotheticals. Eventually, just as a stand user attracts other stand users, Masters attracted other Masters, and the battles to decide the Grail War’s victor would be fought regardless.
But to Giorgio there was a certain aspect of the note which Giorgio took offense to.
It stated that a magus of the Clocktower, Seyrun-i Lhu ri Viathan, was calling for a large compendium of magical and mundane items. While the time it would arrive was unknown, the only way into Fuyuki was through the docks.
Seyrun-i Lhu ri Viathan. A name and face Giorgio remembered from earlier. Perhaps Berserker would also recognize the name.
“Oi, Zerker, what do you say to a little ‘raid’. I think I’m a little pissed off and I want to blow off some steam. I’m gonna teach that wench some manners. I ain’t one to be trifled with.”
Though Giorgio didn’t have a lot of things that annoyed him, one of these things were those who didn’t tell the truth. Even if this “Seyrun” person was a Master in the war, the least they could do is say hi as a fellow magus. To look down on Giorgio by disregarding him and running off to god knows where was a bit of an annoyance to Giorgio and needed to be punished. Sort of like how if a gangster passes through a territory belonging to a rival you must first ask permission.
Similarly, Giorgio wanted to visit the Second Owner of Fuyuki and the leader of the crime organizations for similar reasons to this. But to simply disregard Giorgio’s existence was something he took personally.
Giorgio was normally a rather kind-hearted person who enjoyed glamour and fun, but even someone who was respectful and kind has their own triggers, as it were. And to Giorgio, Seyrun disregarding his existence seemed to be a bit of a irksome existence. Rather than the kind, often humbled Giorgio, Berserker seemed to now be talking to a mob boss or something akin to that.
It was not that he wished to kill Seyrun. After all, simply ignoring someone was not reason enough to do this sort of act. However, Giorgio would be lying if he didn’t say he wanted to destroy, or better yet steal whatever was being shipped over.
“I want to take whatever this person is sending over. If not we can just destroy it."
Roller
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