OOC; Replies going slowly. Been busy. Posting them all at once when I am done, though. So… look forward to that.

▶ Unseemly | Citta Open

Nothing. Not even a trace. Blades forged by magic which could easily devastate an entire village. Tools of man sought from far reaches of the globe, cut from his very fingers. The grand treasury known as The Gate of Babylon; obstructed by a mere surgeon. Scientists proved to be nuisance at times, but never would he have thought that these white rats could ever hope to achieve such a feat. Underestimating shut-in fools was simply a mistake, deaths will come soon, however, tearing flesh from bone will just have to wait.

Hive city, a city created by rodents in hopes of gathering information for a social experiment. Buildings, streets, signs, lights, gathered subjects, and an order to live life as a commoner with nothing. Sadists played foul when placing a king of all else into such a predicament. “Humph.” Alone, having to picture life as if he were a human sent a thrilling spark of anger from his eyes to skies. Ea would have done away with this entire charade in seconds. Only, Ea can do nothing when it is unable to cross paths between this world and the next. An irritating trait Hive City held…

“Very well.” said Gilgamesh, sleeves being pulled back to arms. “Even a king can stand when stripped his physical throne. The throne which is rightfully mine will return in due time, it is said so in history.”He would turn towards a near a restaurant filled many pedestrians going about their day; city residents living peacefully among the test subjects themselves. They do not even seem to mind new arrivals appearing before them, used to bizarre events occurring day by day. 

Crimson eyes stared wickedly in windows from outside, dinning customers all slowly turning towards this strange man holding a long plastic toy chain. “These vermin dare even remove my Chains of Heaven from my person, yet expect me not to be able to deal enough damage with this? Haha, blatant insults will not go unpunished… My dear friend, Hoervich.”

Ten minutes. Ten minutes is all it took for “The King of Heroes” to exterminate all living things within a single restaurant. Plastic wrapped around necks, forks impaled eyes and limbs, a butchered butcher, and waitresses made into nothing but… torso-less waists. Blood and slaughter within the first hour of his stay. “You may respawn shortly, but knowing that my movements and strengths that a warrior carries with him into batter remain makes this all the more worth it.” Gilgamesh had uttered, stepping into the streets of Hive City; absent of bloodstains on clothing.

“Now, whatever shall I do to pass the time…?”

mmcoconut:

爱的誓言,

是为了当下的渴望而透支未来的情感,虽给力却不能寄望。 —钟飙

▶ Summoning [Closed - Gilgamesh]

dosukiri:

“GEYAHAHAHAAHA, GEHEHEHE, GYOHOHO!!!”

Her scissors ripped through the flesh of her newest victim, splattering his handsome face and dimming the shine of his single ear piercing. His eyes were torn wide open in endless, postmortem fear. His limp wrists bled and sagged, pinned against a crucifix of her own, crude fashioning. His entrails hung in beautiful, ruby-tipped pastels at his waist, the wide gash in his stomach scooped clean of blood. She needed it all. Every single drop was needed for the ritual she was about to preform, and, of course, for her signature ‘bloodstain fever’ embellishment on a near-by wall.

Using her pigtails as a paintbrush, she etched in the last of the summoning circle and placed a golden goblet at the middle of it. She took a step back, examining her work a moment before deciding it needed a little more artistic flare.

“I know just the thing, gyehah!”

Skipping back towards the over-killed corpse, she rubbed a bloody hand on its handsome cheek, leaving behind a gracious crimson smudge. Her hand reached into his stomach once more, taking another helping of blood and drizzling it inside the goblet. 

“This one had better be cream of the crop, hot bodied and naughty! I’ll get all wet when he calls me his Master, kyahaha!!”

She then began the chant, tongue waggling and dripping with spittle as she anticipated the arrival of what she had hoped to be her Archer.

“Able to display a light show are such uncivil beasts. Humph.”

Time was of the essence, no room to sit by and wait for his summoner to appear when war waged onward. Countless maidens sacrificed souls to a being much greater than they. A servant in need of no master to weigh down, lesser dogs with demands are not missed. Gilgamesh stands to watch over Fuyuki City as the victories master-less Archer. His plans are sure to prove his victory, bloodthirsty mongrels wiping one another out before him— leaving battered weaklings to guide him to his grail. Prana is a unlimited source for his grace when coming in contact with so many to give his way. Inevitable wish his for the taking. Until it was all suddenly shifted by what he did not need most…

Suspended in reality is Gilgamesh; similar sensation to that of being brought forth from Throne of Heroes. Equipped in armor, connection of another ever present. “Tch.” Clicked the king, aware of his situation. Careless master now choosing to reunite when it was fault of theirs they had not contracted beforehand. It is now the grail provides pair with mage for sustenance. Vexing to even think of this master’s level of intelligence irks him so— thoughts continuing as beckoning is completed.

Dirty and hovel, alley for the poor to lay waste. Upon blood he stands— a massacre which eyes twitch. Scene of gore he had not created, a foreign corpse stapled to wall. Eyes are met with a grueling crime done so by his master, and no one else. Beyond it all is a figure more grotesque than battered body at side. “Am I supposed to assume you are my master, then?” he asks. “You could not have chosen the most ignoble of places, I see.”

blackgrail:

by gohome

▶ Arcesso Accerso | open

shadowoverdunwall:

The night was cold, and Corvo was out scouting. Kyouko Kirigiri, his new Master, had assigned the Servant to gain a familiarity with the city. It was difficult—the buildings were much taller, the streets wider, and the rail cars, if they could even be called that, just made everything more confusing. But in the end, the assassin felt that he was making significant process. There was nothing a few teleportations couldn’t fix—and the layout of the city was simple enough.

Whilst he was in the middle of figuring out a route back to their hideout, the Assassin-class Servant had detected a presence. It was getting easier and easier to tell when another Servant was about—like the knowledge of the Holy Grail War he possessed, it was almost instinctual.

Immediately finding a shady spot to hide in, Corvo had seen the golden figure in the distance. It didn’t take a genius to realize that this was a Servant—the golden armor and the fact that he was levitating had made that pretty clear. Corvo had taken a break from observing the civilians milling about the closing strip malls and had made a point to find a perch to observe him. Several Blinks later, Corvo

He was… different, that much he could tell. Instinctively, Corvo reached into a pocket, pulling out the grisly tool he relied on for so long. The Heart—stitched with thread and pierced by metal—twitched in his hand. He pointed the thing in the golden-armored Servant’s direction. After a moment, he heard that all-too familiar voice in the back of his head.

“The tales written about this one are older than the city he stands upon.”

Jessamine’s voice whispered directly into Corvo’s mind. The Heart twitched, like a beached fish. Corvo focused again, willing for whatever was trapped within the device to speak. Again, the series of gears at the center of the device whirred, and another secret was spoken into the man’s mind.

“He has the arrogance that only a king could have, and the riches of a thousand emperors. Beware.”

The Heart was always frustratingly obtuse—but more often than not, the warnings it gave were accurate. This time was probably not an exception to that rule. But this was the first enemy Servant he could observe at his leisure. With that in mind, Corvo continued to watch the ancient hero, confident that his perch was unseen—and totally unaware of Gilgamesh’s prowess at detecting even the slightest hint of magic. He was playing a dangerous game—and worst of all, he didn’t even know it.

Modern day technology seemed to be everywhere, uses of tools had grown to an exceedingly high number. Tall buildings of small homes stacked humans in places as if they were animals. Working class men outweighed the rich, rich parading about like royalty; royalty irrelevant on level of shit. Society formed after millions of years hold negatives which can be seen as repulsive to citizens of Uruk. Positives in small number. Families living happily together were torn in short time. Grail’s information of present day humans continued to easily annoy the king. Paradise will only be given to those who do not lazily take advantages of these privileged days.

To restore what was his since birth; his kingdom sitting atop the world is at hand. A grail able to grant any wish is of no use to him. Others with hands dirtied by existence seek its power to push forth dreams, childish like hopes waiting to be reached. Crushed fortune in favor of the king plan to put an end to this constant war of idiotic children playing hero. Spirits of the damned are all servants to him and him alone. In his kingdom they shall serve, or mountains of bodies give home to  their corpse.

“…” Dogs fetching a bone from an item in his possession, treasures all his to obtain, and his by name. Yet a problem remained to be solved: the vanishing of his master magnus. Master and Servant pairs are not needed for an Archer of his grandeur, it is common for this class to seek momentary contracts periodically. Regrettably, a sufficient source of magic is needed to simply watch as war progresses; elimination of weaker spirits to feed grail itself. What a troubling person was this summoner of his, disappearing as their king makes his arrival.

Poised with an unrelenting desire to swat a fly if it dared buzz by ear, Gilgamesh surveys city horizon in search of clue for his master. Nothing is given, no sign of his summoner in place. What is found rather than partner is an annoying sense of eyes glancing where they do not belong. Soon is a sensation of being red with a spell, revealing far too much information. Foul play by putrid servants of an assassin class? Their eyes fed off his form, gaining what this war built from; a servants past. This act of cowardice is exactly what must be put away before he is to left a finger.

Darkness blanketed where this feeling had come from, leaving him no other choice. Gate of Babylon would shine its heavenly light throughout streets below, this followed by various noble phantasms ready to fire. A man donned in black holding a device made itself clear into sight. An assassin class servant as originally thought met glance. Inanimate voice spewed from this device, speaking of Gilgamesh as if it had analyzed his very core. “Cad, bearing no pride in battle. I despise you assassin and how you all operate. Hiding in shadows your entire lives, you may as well die when born.” exclaims this king, this man’s life now targeted by his many treasures.

 ”Rodent… you defile me with cheap machinery!? I will place your head deep within my Gates, seeing to it that you never know death nor life! An infinite limbo worthy of your ugly soul!” Instantaneously spears shoot off in Corvo’s place, shattering his area in a sheet of arms!

(Source: thefinestsparkles)

▶ Lost Wolf of Japan [Open]

divine-brush:

- The goddess contemplated giving up, it almost seemed as if there was no way she was going to miraculously run into the place she searched for, but something seemed to catch her attention.  A smell, like something was cooking, and not too far off.  It smelled wonderful and almost exactly what she had been searching for.  All thoughts about giving up seemed to disappear from her mind and she was renewed. 

With a few steps she would close the distance between herself and what seemed to be a rather lavish eating establishment. It was pretty private for a restaurant, and believed she had been imparted with customs regarding this world, which is why she thought it was some sort of restaurant…

Maybe that was also why, when the silver tressed woman placed her hands on the door and opened it, she was surprised to find only one “patron” staring back at her, and not exactly a “patron” but…but… the scent, although food was overwhelming, she could smell that lifeless stench that emanated from the bodies around him.

Murderer. The one word that stood out in her mind to describe this situation.  Golden eyes narrowed and her ears seemed to flatten towards her head, in obvious distaste.  The fur on her tail seemed to stand on end, and if she had been in her wolf form she might as well been snarling. 

While it was in bad taste to barge in on someone and then judge them for what they did in their own home, she was the Mother of Creation.  Death of the innocent was not something that sat well with her, rejuvenation and life, that was what she stood for.  

Her identity as Amaterasu, needed to be preserved however, as well as the fact that her Master and she had already talked about this, and they were not going to engage for the time being.  She had to maintain her poise and not be rattled by the small things.  Things that she could not change, prevent, due to her limited powers.  Besides, if she won she could right the wrongs that had befallen this world. -

“ What a nice meal, I am sure your guests would be dying to partake.“

- Her eyes darted from the man who sat with wine bottle in hand to the listless women who littered the room, it almost made her sick. It was a mistake coming here, though if anyone were to point it out she would snap at them, she did have quite the temper.- 

Tender meat is cut into thin piece, lifted to mouth by fork at hand, then bitten to tastes its perfection. Savoring marination by keeping on tongue, chewed slowly to enjoy this first of many dishes. In his mind he thinks back to many a meal in Uruk, all fit for his own needs just as this. Woman would serve at his feet whenever he pleased, steaks eaten of sublime bodies of young. Afterwards came the main course, a dancer to entertain his grace, beautiful virgin maidens offering themselves to him. Quite familiar to this night— aside from his entertainment being an uninvited guest. 

Smirk would take face, eyes closed when animosity rang ears. Taken again was wineglass; swerved round and about in silence to this strange woman’s words. “All of my guests are normally begging for their lives to be taken after a night in my arms. No other man nor pleasure in this world would bring them ecstasy, so they give to me their souls.” replied Gilgamesh, back remaining turned. Truer words have never been spoken, smiles engraved on dead would prove it so. She is of no one to accuse him of evil deeds.

To enter the kings quarters means to be at his mercy; god or not. Identity still unknown to him, however, he is aware humanity did not beckon such aura. Anger? Hesitant to place on trail a murder by chance? “How you happened to stumble into this room is of no concern to me… I do, however, ask that you either attack now or state what it is you came her for.” A war is a war. Enemies are expected to attack at all times; yet this one stands humble. 

He’d turn chair in direction to voice, hardly visible by dim light in room gazing closely. Appearance out of the usual heroic spirit, ears of a canine on head. Human form resembling a god’s, recalling legends which speak of animal gods as she fill thoughts. Tense in stance, cautious while standing peculiarly calm. Wineglass raised in roaming of eyes progressed. “A literal mongrel.” the king of heroes mutters  to himself. How… surprising.

Well, it was honestly quite simple to tell her reasoning for being here. Her presence still put is what is in question as of now. “I take your master agreed on holding of on battle with could potentially harm either, yes? How in luck you are, bitch.” Females dogs should rightfully be called what they are. “I, too, have decided against competing in any reckless battles for the time being. Judging from how you stand; it’s apparent you are close to fading from deficient source of prana… your master must be quite selfish.” Speaking as much as he had made it ever so clear he knew just what he was doing. This room is in his control after all.

“Excuse this mess, replenishing mana is all there is to do when awaiting a fool of a master. Sit down, enjoy yourself a bone or two.”

blackgrail:

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