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If we're trying to avoid overlap, just gonna say I'm throwing together an Insect Breath user for my taste goil
Oh shit Kimetsu no Yaiba.

Got an idea for Taste. I’ll decide on the other one later...



If William had to describe it, he would say it was like waking up downing several bottles of straight tequila, chased with everclear. Hell, he was even on the ground when he finally came to. Had it been just another wild night for this lonesome cowboy, or maybe something more sinister?

"Y'all reckon the moral of this story is don't drink and Rayshift?" he asked, "I sure do hope it is."

Considering the weak flashes of memory and the splitting pain, this being the natural consequence of a welcome party for Heroic Spirits gone horribly awry was by far the ideal option. Every other option was troubling for a lot of different reasons.

William rubbed his temples. Singularities were supposed to be weird, but not this weird. Still, it seemed as if his immediate surroundings were fine. The surrounding architecture was modern, if a bit outdated. Some of it was still under construction. More importantly, the signs were in Japanese, and the newspaper stands indicated it was 1995.

...Fuyuki City, huh?

Now that he had a place and a time, the big question was about the other Masters and Servants. Hell, it didn't seem like he had his complete set right now either, if the connection was anything to go by. That meant the Rayshift had done a little Servant shuffle on them.

Well, that was fine. It's always good to make new friends.

"Oh woah, what's this?" William snatched one of the paper slips slowly fluttering down from the rooftops. He gave it a quick read over before bringing his free hand to his chin in a very iconic thinking position.

"Say... Ain't this callin' card kinda like an autograph though?" He pointed at the very bottom. "Even got his name on it and everything."

He crumpled it up and tossed it into a nearby trash bin. "Oh well."

"Hmmph, fancies himself a Master Thief, eh? So bold to reveal his identity so liberally."

"Heck, I can respect it," William said as he started shedding his extra layers due to the sudden change in climate, "Man's got a logo and a title. That kinda dedication to the aesthetic is highly appreciable, if I do say so myself."

He looked to the two other Servants: a tall, heavily armored man and a shorter, blue haired individual with a very obvious gender. "I'm William. Nice to meet'cha both. Sorry I gotta cut this short, but if either one of y'all are Rider or Assassin, it'd be mighty fine if you had a quick looksie around the area."

"Also," he held up the extra leather dusters in his arms, "I was gonna save these for my own Servants, but if y'all want a leather duster feel free."

He cast an awkward look at Fierabras from beneath his hat. "Uh. Sorry, might be a little snug for you, big guy."
William Baihe



The south pole was a desert of ice. Under normal circumstances, he might have been amused by that. Under the current circumstances, he was finding it difficult to be amused by anything. It was a far cry from the warmth of home, or even the warmth of about 13 hours ago. It was cold. Too cold. Someone had clearly shut off the heater, but why? Was this the legendary 'budget cut' his friends in industry often complained about? The maintenance worker he had spoken too earlier today seemed to think so.

Troublesome. But regardless, it appeared to be his turn to make an introduction now.

If there was one word to describe his appearance, it would be "leather". He was wearing not one, not two, not even three, but four different leather dusters today. Had he even packed a winter coat? Not likely. He was little more than a humanoid made of leather dusters, topped off with a hat as matte black as his boots.

He spat into the trash can the object in his mouth: a long, two-leafed twig. Where he acquired a such a thing in the middle of Antarctica was a different question entirely, and one that would go unanswered, much like the question of "why would anyone turn off the heat under any circumstances in goddamned Antarctica?".

"Howdy y'all. The name's William," the cowboy drawled, tipping his gallon hat unironically, "Chill's making it hard to speak, so I'll be fast: I cast bullets."

It was not an incorrect assessment of his abilities, but not complete either. In the first place, a cowboy always keeps an ace up his sleeve, after all.

This time, William didn't do any fancy gun twirling or anything wild like he would have normally. This was half because following the basic rules of gun safety was important when all you had were allies around, and half because layered leather gloves made dexterous actions difficult. Instead he just gestured to his hip, where a pair of revolvers could be seen.

What a weirdo.

"Pleasure to be working with y'all."


Change Log (6:20PM on 6/20/2019):
-RIP Dragon Shot 2016-2019
-Slightly modified the purview of Mystic Code Crafting to better reflect intent
-Expanded on hexagram bullets to fit things I didn't mention in initial draft
-Annoying typos
Hm. I’ve done a Pocahontas before, so can I hit that mf’ing reroll button
Gacha me papi
@The Jest@Vongola_Hasayo Actually, I don't think I'd have time to join this now that my RP itinerary is full up. But good luck rebooting, you two.
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