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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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6 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
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Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Three is the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four thou shalt not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.
"Summon you...? If you meant the one who was trying to bring you into this world... well, uhhh.... he just went that way seconds after your summoning."
Oh, so the summoner was dead. Great, that will give him freedom to do as he liked.
"Although, I did get these soon after you kicked him," Oh, so she has the seals. Great, he should just tear her arms off and be on his way.
"So... What are you going to do, Goldy? Kill the homeless mongrel sitting before you and then go out do whatever you like?"
Hmph, the girl in front of him certainly was brave, to dare mock him even in full sight of his splendor. No, perhaps he should say... homunculus. Meat dolls aren't worth his precious time. But then again, she did seem to have some degree of talent, and was certainly not lacking in the looks department. However, she wasn't his type, someone that could be described as a noble maiden. Thus, her proposition was certainly tempting; he considered briefly whether it was worth pulling out a weapon from his treasure over.
"You? A homeless mongrel? Hah! You're nothing but a meat doll." GIlgamesh stepped closer and leaned down towards the girl. "You're not even worth my time, Master."
Should he just pull out Rule Breaker here and go off on his way? Perhaps.... But.. He was just summoned into this world again, and that girl was a catalyst, as well as an unwilling accomplice. Pulling out a weapon right now would just annoy himself.
"Very well, if you bow down at my feet, perhaps I would be inclined to grant a few of my boons upon you." With a grin, he stepped away and towards the door. "But for now... the city awaits me."
The keeper of this war could wait. Not that he knew who it was overseeing this war. He doubted the girl would know as well. The city... the city holds interest to him. What sort of 'treasures' would this city yield to him? Especially considering the city's nature? He didn't worry too much about the girl. She will figure out how to call him if the need was dire enough. And it was no skin off his back if she died. If anything that would prove she was unworthy of even being near him if she couldn't even reach out to him.
Oh, so the summoner was dead. Great, that will give him freedom to do as he liked.
"Although, I did get these soon after you kicked him," Oh, so she has the seals. Great, he should just tear her arms off and be on his way.
"So... What are you going to do, Goldy? Kill the homeless mongrel sitting before you and then go out do whatever you like?"
Hmph, the girl in front of him certainly was brave, to dare mock him even in full sight of his splendor. No, perhaps he should say... homunculus. Meat dolls aren't worth his precious time. But then again, she did seem to have some degree of talent, and was certainly not lacking in the looks department. However, she wasn't his type, someone that could be described as a noble maiden. Thus, her proposition was certainly tempting; he considered briefly whether it was worth pulling out a weapon from his treasure over.
"You? A homeless mongrel? Hah! You're nothing but a meat doll." GIlgamesh stepped closer and leaned down towards the girl. "You're not even worth my time, Master."
Should he just pull out Rule Breaker here and go off on his way? Perhaps.... But.. He was just summoned into this world again, and that girl was a catalyst, as well as an unwilling accomplice. Pulling out a weapon right now would just annoy himself.
"Very well, if you bow down at my feet, perhaps I would be inclined to grant a few of my boons upon you." With a grin, he stepped away and towards the door. "But for now... the city awaits me."
The keeper of this war could wait. Not that he knew who it was overseeing this war. He doubted the girl would know as well. The city... the city holds interest to him. What sort of 'treasures' would this city yield to him? Especially considering the city's nature? He didn't worry too much about the girl. She will figure out how to call him if the need was dire enough. And it was no skin off his back if she died. If anything that would prove she was unworthy of even being near him if she couldn't even reach out to him.
Lancer
Michiko's Room
"An artifact... we could always try to temporarily ally with another Master and Servant if he becomes a problem, I guess."
Lancer narrowed her eyes at that. The implication that she, Lancer, would not be enough to deal with that Plague Knight was not lost.
"If he's still alive...then I'll try my best to heal it now. I won't be feeling too well tomorrow. You'll need to be really quiet to get the most out of it, okay?"
But for her Master's sake... Lancer will let this one slide for the moment. The healing process was... lengthy to say the least, with blue floating threads that sewed her shoulder back together. It wasn't that painful, at least in comparison to getting her shoulder cleaved with some filthy blade. It was surprising however; her Master might just be a proper Mage after all, just not a spectacular one.
"Hmm, I may have misjudged you. For that I will offer my appo- hey!"
Her Master collapsed into Lancer's bosom, apparently tired out by the spellcasting. "Oi, you're supposed to be pampering me right about now." Lancer gave a sigh, a slight smile touching her lips. "Ah well, can't be helped then. I'll stay with you until....."
"Face me."
Lancer fell silent, as her smile grew wider. Such a challenge... was not something she could just ignore. Carefully she tucked her master into bed, brushing away an errand strand of hair from her face.
She opened a window, materializing her armor once again, before stepping out, and with a powerful bound leapt past several buildings as she turned invisible.
Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.
Living Room of the Murderous Father.
Oh? Has the war started again?
Very well, it is time to grace the war with my presence once more. Rejoice mongrels, for the opportunity to gaze upon my resplendence had been granted upon you.
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His vision was obstructed but a moment by the brilliant golden light that emanated from the circle as he rose from the sigil drawn upon the floor. So this wo- tch, who was this fool bleeding onto the carpet and onto his golden greaves?! Arms still folded across his chest, he kicked the body hard enough to smash it through a window amidst a shower of broken glass.
"Hmph, filthy mongrel." He turned to the woman still standing there staring at the circle. "So? Are you the one who summoned me? Then-"
"Face me."
Who was this commoner who dared to even send a message out to.. No.. That was not it. The message was directed to no one and everyone. The King of Heroes have no such need to answer the yelps of a cur.
Lancer
Stadium of the Challenger
She landed heavily on the other side of the stadium, bending the roof and its metal support a little from the force of her landing. So this was where the servant was issuing his challenge so brazenly. Was this to be a duel of honor? Or a mere trap to lure in as many Servants as possible before closing its jaws on the prey.
It makes her blood boil in excitement.
With another leap, she landed in front of the Servant, a strange being to say the least. He... it, seemed to be made out of flowing shadow sporting several eyes. His armor was unnatural to say the least, with the eye blinking at Lancer further reinforcing the look from its socket in the Servant's belt. It seemed to be a direct contrast to her own suit of armor, resplendent, smooth, and well used.
"So... were you the one extending challenge?"
Michiko's Room
"An artifact... we could always try to temporarily ally with another Master and Servant if he becomes a problem, I guess."
Lancer narrowed her eyes at that. The implication that she, Lancer, would not be enough to deal with that Plague Knight was not lost.
"If he's still alive...then I'll try my best to heal it now. I won't be feeling too well tomorrow. You'll need to be really quiet to get the most out of it, okay?"
But for her Master's sake... Lancer will let this one slide for the moment. The healing process was... lengthy to say the least, with blue floating threads that sewed her shoulder back together. It wasn't that painful, at least in comparison to getting her shoulder cleaved with some filthy blade. It was surprising however; her Master might just be a proper Mage after all, just not a spectacular one.
"Hmm, I may have misjudged you. For that I will offer my appo- hey!"
Her Master collapsed into Lancer's bosom, apparently tired out by the spellcasting. "Oi, you're supposed to be pampering me right about now." Lancer gave a sigh, a slight smile touching her lips. "Ah well, can't be helped then. I'll stay with you until....."
"Face me."
Lancer fell silent, as her smile grew wider. Such a challenge... was not something she could just ignore. Carefully she tucked her master into bed, brushing away an errand strand of hair from her face.
She opened a window, materializing her armor once again, before stepping out, and with a powerful bound leapt past several buildings as she turned invisible.
Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.
Living Room of the Murderous Father.
Oh? Has the war started again?
Very well, it is time to grace the war with my presence once more. Rejoice mongrels, for the opportunity to gaze upon my resplendence had been granted upon you.
His vision was obstructed but a moment by the brilliant golden light that emanated from the circle as he rose from the sigil drawn upon the floor. So this wo- tch, who was this fool bleeding onto the carpet and onto his golden greaves?! Arms still folded across his chest, he kicked the body hard enough to smash it through a window amidst a shower of broken glass.
"Hmph, filthy mongrel." He turned to the woman still standing there staring at the circle. "So? Are you the one who summoned me? Then-"
"Face me."
Who was this commoner who dared to even send a message out to.. No.. That was not it. The message was directed to no one and everyone. The King of Heroes have no such need to answer the yelps of a cur.
Lancer
Stadium of the Challenger
She landed heavily on the other side of the stadium, bending the roof and its metal support a little from the force of her landing. So this was where the servant was issuing his challenge so brazenly. Was this to be a duel of honor? Or a mere trap to lure in as many Servants as possible before closing its jaws on the prey.
It makes her blood boil in excitement.
With another leap, she landed in front of the Servant, a strange being to say the least. He... it, seemed to be made out of flowing shadow sporting several eyes. His armor was unnatural to say the least, with the eye blinking at Lancer further reinforcing the look from its socket in the Servant's belt. It seemed to be a direct contrast to her own suit of armor, resplendent, smooth, and well used.
"So... were you the one extending challenge?"
Class: Archer
Master: -
True Name: Gilgamesh
Nickname: "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 182cm/68kg
Alignment: Chaotic Good
True Appearance:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: EX
Class Skills
■ Magic Resistance: C
■ Independent Action: A
Personal Skills
■ Golden Rule: A
■ Charisma: A+
■ Divinity: B
Noble Phantasm
■ The Gate of Babylon: King's Treasure
Rank: E~A++
Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
Range: -
■ Enuma Elish: The Star of Creation that Split Heaven and Earth
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-World Noble Phantasm
Range: 1 ~ 99
Maximum number of targets:1000 people
Master: -
True Name: Gilgamesh
Nickname: "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Gender: Male
Height/Weight: 182cm/68kg
Alignment: Chaotic Good
True Appearance:
Strength: B
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: EX
Class Skills
■ Magic Resistance: C
■ Independent Action: A
Personal Skills
■ Golden Rule: A
■ Charisma: A+
■ Divinity: B
Noble Phantasm
■ The Gate of Babylon: King's Treasure
Rank: E~A++
Type: Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm
Range: -
■ Enuma Elish: The Star of Creation that Split Heaven and Earth
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-World Noble Phantasm
Range: 1 ~ 99
Maximum number of targets:1000 people
Nop nop. WIll reply as soon as other people has a chance to post lol
"Guh...."
It was hot as heck, and she was already dripping sweat into the inner workings of Strike's left leg. She had already unzipped her jumpsuit and stripped down right to her tank top, and would have taken off the jumpsuit entirely if not for the fact people would see her bare butt if she did so. This was definitely not her ideal condition for working, but... she would have to examine everything for early signs of malfunction, especially from the weather. Everything should be able to withstand all sorts of weather in all sorts of terrain; the Gundams were designed with that in mind after all. But being designed for something does not automatically mean one can leave them out in any weather and expect it to run at full maximum. Designs were made to be tweaked and fine tuned after all.
She slumped outside Strike's leg, and reached over to the tool cart, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the cooler sitting on it. Most of the other technicians and mechanics couldn't be arsed to really work as well, with some of them watching that person practice moving Calamity. He's not really improving much from what she could tell. Milya would try to help him but... she suspected military types don't take well to techies like her telling them what to do. She did try to help from the data feed she received from his training sessions however, tweaking the Gundam and it's OS so it could be used easier by him.
Not that she couldn't understand his feelings however; she herself had hit the simulator when she could.
"Ah.... this weather is hell...." She took another gulp of water and just sat by Strike's leg, taking a break for the moment.
It was hot as heck, and she was already dripping sweat into the inner workings of Strike's left leg. She had already unzipped her jumpsuit and stripped down right to her tank top, and would have taken off the jumpsuit entirely if not for the fact people would see her bare butt if she did so. This was definitely not her ideal condition for working, but... she would have to examine everything for early signs of malfunction, especially from the weather. Everything should be able to withstand all sorts of weather in all sorts of terrain; the Gundams were designed with that in mind after all. But being designed for something does not automatically mean one can leave them out in any weather and expect it to run at full maximum. Designs were made to be tweaked and fine tuned after all.
She slumped outside Strike's leg, and reached over to the tool cart, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the cooler sitting on it. Most of the other technicians and mechanics couldn't be arsed to really work as well, with some of them watching that person practice moving Calamity. He's not really improving much from what she could tell. Milya would try to help him but... she suspected military types don't take well to techies like her telling them what to do. She did try to help from the data feed she received from his training sessions however, tweaking the Gundam and it's OS so it could be used easier by him.
Not that she couldn't understand his feelings however; she herself had hit the simulator when she could.
"Ah.... this weather is hell...." She took another gulp of water and just sat by Strike's leg, taking a break for the moment.
be postan when I get hoem.
Also, steam name is fubuki. Add me Vance lol
Also, steam name is fubuki. Add me Vance lol
Lancer
Master's Hotel Room.
"Oh? Is that all the reaction I get?" Lancer put a hand through her hair. "Hmm, normally, I'd punish you then have you pamper me until I'm satisfied, but considering the circumstances, I'd let this slide."
A large bleeding wound on one's shoulder was not something one could just ignore after all, even with her beautiful body. With a slight grunt, she sat on the bed opposite to her, still keeping her pleasant but slightly arrogant expression on. It was mostly to reassure her master.
"Is the other Servant dead...?"
"No." Lancer answered simply. "Or rather... I do not know. Is he truly alive? Or is he just walking around empty of life? He didn't seem to mind much when I disemboweled him, and if my sword were not my sword, it would have perhaps succumbed to his taint. Someone like him..." Lancer sat back against the headrest, a thoughtful look on her face. "Someone like that, would require an artifact of sorts to defeat. Well, we could always just go after the master however."
"I'm sorry, Lancer. That could have gone better, if I'd planned for us to be attacked tonight."
"Hmm. Not every battle could be planned for." Lancer sat back up, staring at her Master. "Now Master, are you going to heal me? Servant or not, being naked have me assured that this room is not as warm as it could be."
Master's Hotel Room.
"Oh? Is that all the reaction I get?" Lancer put a hand through her hair. "Hmm, normally, I'd punish you then have you pamper me until I'm satisfied, but considering the circumstances, I'd let this slide."
A large bleeding wound on one's shoulder was not something one could just ignore after all, even with her beautiful body. With a slight grunt, she sat on the bed opposite to her, still keeping her pleasant but slightly arrogant expression on. It was mostly to reassure her master.
"Is the other Servant dead...?"
"No." Lancer answered simply. "Or rather... I do not know. Is he truly alive? Or is he just walking around empty of life? He didn't seem to mind much when I disemboweled him, and if my sword were not my sword, it would have perhaps succumbed to his taint. Someone like him..." Lancer sat back against the headrest, a thoughtful look on her face. "Someone like that, would require an artifact of sorts to defeat. Well, we could always just go after the master however."
"I'm sorry, Lancer. That could have gone better, if I'd planned for us to be attacked tonight."
"Hmm. Not every battle could be planned for." Lancer sat back up, staring at her Master. "Now Master, are you going to heal me? Servant or not, being naked have me assured that this room is not as warm as it could be."
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