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5 mos ago
Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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7 mos ago
swish
8 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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9 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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11 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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King of Heroes


Gilgamesh seemed to soak in Saber's frustration with amusement, eyes only briefly wavering from her person to take in the newcomer, before he moved slightly to the side to keep the unbroken stare. It hardly mattered where she'd come from, though it lent further credence to the idea that something was behind this summoning. Something with questionable taste, if they were including monsters along with Heroes.

"You would fight me purely for your own desires, Saber?" the demigod asked, voice containing none of the mockery that the statement implied--the noble King of Knights, striking out simply to fight him, "This is no war to the death, even if creatures like that thing might deserve it."

'That thing' was obviously Koishi. Apparently, having a fleshy, living eye (albeit closed) hanging around your person in fairly inscrutable ways was not good for being identified as a human, who knew? Of course, her presence on top of the Heroic Spirits' raised the important question: just who else had shown up here for no apparent reason?
And it will be funny when people realise Hibiki's not actually attacking anyone.
Visiting Vampire


Draining the rest of the cup, the red eyes surveyed the two before lighting up, making sense of their relationship, "I knew there was only one child! Pretty good work for someone your age, this." The vampire's gaze was at first analytical, then with a rather less... clean approach, "I'd never really guess."

Drawing her attention from trying to work out what, exactly, Shiroi was (something artificial was obvious enough, but what, exactly, wasn't really in the vampire's grasp) and back to the matter at hand, she drew out a piece of paper with a number haphazardly scribbled across it. The handwriting was terrible, keeping to no real sort of lines, but it was at least identifiable as a phone number. "Contact me if you see any magi lurking around the place, just don't get involved and try to stay out of sight. If you get drawn into the ritual, it will become a fight for your life."




Sociopath Alchemist


Signe's wait was unfortunately interrupted by some Japanese brat coming along and asking for directions, of all things. She wished that the appropriate protocol for unwarranted nuisances was just 'blow them up', but the last unexpected spate of disappearances near her place had gotten too much trouble, so it was back to treating the mundane masses as somehow worthy of taking even an iota of her time away for more supernatural matters.

Fortunately for the mage, her arms came back to life and she could pick up the map--before he could see the odd markings in various innocuous places. She glanced for the right symbol, then stuffed the map in her pocket and produced a seemingly unremarkable lighter. If he didn't get the hint, she'd just have to make it easy to get the hell away. There were still a handful of things she wanted to hide before getting down to business, and helping teens wasn't in Signe's interest.

"Love hotel round the corner. If you can find some cheap whore, even better for you," the brunette stated, eyes coldly looking down into his, Get the hint and leave.
Tachibana Hibiki


Having rushed off of her own accord before the train even arrived to be boarded, the magical girl obviously wasn't on the train when it pulled off from its implausible station in the middle of a street through the world's most gratuitously large school campus. Thus it came to her attention when train tracks started to lay themselves down almost on top of her person. With minimal time to react, Hibiki did the simple thing: jump.

Rather than becoming a pretty splatter across the windscreen, she managed to clear the Denliner's roof, only to land back on it with a rather noisy thud; one hand pushed itself into the metal in order to find purchase whilst she could get her balance--something that made her wonder about the boy further down the carriages who was somehow sticking on without any kind of effort at all. It wasn't something that she needed to wonder about for long, since the train seemed to be reaching its destination.

The devastation was appalling and the bikers perpetrating it even more so, yet when Hibiki also departed the train's roof she took up a far less violent approach than the martial artist; whilst there were plenty of people in need of saving and protection, she went for the probably more-alarming (to them) approach of grabbing hold of people and moving them to a safer position... though this meant that in essentially no time at all, if she tried to move away, the people behind her would get attacked again.

Opening her mouth to try and get the advancing gang members to stop fighting (or find out why they were even attacking these people) proved untenable: no sooner had she tried than she was being attacked by rather too many people, and the only way out was a spinning kick that should have gotten her stabbed in various nasty places, but instead managed to deal with the handful of mooks that had chosen to surround her... though the crunching from the impact of the rocket-boosted attack made her wince. Plus she still wasn't going on the offensive.




Yukine Chris


With no other clues where to go, Chris followed the bright signs towards the eatery, remembering the voice saying something about 'heroism'. If she could get inside a building, then it should be easy to lose the lunatic for good if her ability to take a more direct path wasn't enough to get away from him. When she eventually reached the signposted location, the white-haired girl dropped back down to the ground and took a look around.

This must be that idiot's idea of paradise, she thought, looking at the tree that was implausibly fruiting lunch of all things, before turning around to look at the train. She supposed that the ominous-looking vehicle had to be the reason that people from all over the place were being directed here... and it was certainly somewhere that she could hide and maybe find out just what the hell was going on. After taking a second to grab the impossible food (it was nearly lunch, anyway), the now untransformed girl boarded, wearing a uniform that she'd still somehow managed to make frillier than normal.
King of Heroes


Even without her turning to see him, Gilgamesh knew that this was no mere girl playing dress-up. There were plenty of clues: the blonde hair was natural, it obviously wasn't someone from this country, and the eyes were a giveaway. More than that, there was a charming natural beauty that, though second to his own, was far greater than the common dross. The familiarity of her features was almost unnecessary. The hateful look being sent his way showed all the recognition that could ever be needed.

"It's been a while, Saber," he said, the simple words sparking more interest amongst the crowd, who were now picking up who the apparently-simple outfit was supposed to represent. The blond ignored them, dismissing their speculation as they failed to work out that this was more than someone 'pretending' to be the King--if he saw anyone trying that, the justice for such presumptuousness would be swift. The masses, however, were permitted their pictures; there was no better subject to capture in perpetuity.

The red eyes met the green, one pair amused and the other fierce. Gilgamesh was interested in the knight's response. Would she be so eager to leap to the battle, even though this was no war? And did she think she could win such a confrontation?
I guess half the people aren't posting because they're already in position, and the other half have... been having trouble?

@Invisible Man You've been pistol-whipped, you know.
Anyone feel free to have Flan bump into them.

Preferably someone not likely to be unsympathetic to a nearly-panicking child. XD
King of Heroes


Unlike the others, Gilgamesh was not in fact doing anything prior to his arrival in Akihabara. It wasn't merely in the sense of lazing around (something that he was well used to doing, especially without a kingdom to rule) but rather in the sense of 'I seem to recall being dead'. Therefore, to find himself standing in the sunlight, clothed for the era, was a remarkably positive change. It was a short delay before the exact state of the sudden life was realised: not a Servant. Whether a state similar to that after the Fourth Grail War or true life mattered little in light of not being bound to some mage as a tool for irrelevant schemes.

The blonde man took in the surroundings, attracting far less attention than some of the others. Most likely because his casual outfit was hardly distinctive or noteworthy in any way--though, unknown to the King of Heroes, it was most likely because it was hardly what he was known for wearing. Nevertheless, it afforded him a measure of not being stared at as he scanned the busy area and matched it with somewhere that he'd heard of, but never been.

Akihabara. An embodiment of much that annoyed him about the world... but familiar words reached his ears. Saber? Was this another grail war, simply in disguise? Given this place, it could simply be someone playing dress-up, yet even he had nothing to do without information. So the blonde made his way over to the source...




Sister of the Devil


Flandre's day was more interesting than normal. Sakuya had come down to wake her up early and hand over an umbrella, explaining that her big sister needed something broken... now. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd been asked to go outside simply to deal with something, but it had been an extremely long time since she needed to go out in the day to do it. Maybe if it was more meteors, someone pointing them at the mansion would actually be believable.

After dressing, Flandre gathered up the needed parasol, along with the teddy bear that Meiling had somehow procured the other week. It wasn't necessary to carry around... but it was soft and nice to hold onto, and until it got broken somehow, it was unlikely that the isolated girl was going to let it from her sight. Even though still yawning, the vampire made her way upstairs and out through the front door, sleepily waiting to adjust to the light.

What she saw was everything that the Vampire hadn't been expecting. Built up rather than urban. Lots of people. Unfamiliar clothing, lots of flashing bright lights... not only was it more people than she'd ever actually seen in one place before, it was noisy and too many people were starting to look at her, some even pulling out... things with bright flashes. Naturally, Flandre backed away, holding the umbrella nearly tight enough to crack it and trying to position the teddy to hide her face. She was stopped, wings tinkling, by backing into someone.
Nothing for Hibiki, not until the first train actually moves off. XD
Yukine Chris


Chris leaned away on reflex as the insane man started waving his guns in her face, saying some... incomprehensible garbage about death sticks and, for all the small girl could really conclude was that the man was threatening her for Ichaival. Even if she'd not been transformed, there was no way that she was going to part with the Symphogear to appease some idiot that could never use it. And if she backed up much more, she'd have no room to manoeuvre.

The magical girl instead did the quick and easy thing: pistol-whip Krieg (or at least try) with far more force than you'd expect of a girl whose development seemed to have gone entirely to her chest. Then run, taking the less-followable escape route of 'jump onto a nearby roof'.

Grumbling about idiots, Chris went with the majority towards the train--maybe that way, there'd be some sort of explanation or way home. Even if there wasn't, it might be a way to get to that big swarm... and provide enough other people to get away from the gun-obsessed madman before he shot her to try and get Ichaival.
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