Arisphadrel

The Village of Secrets

I am so sorry for not being around here more today. I had to shove my shoulder back into place after my dog dislocated it.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

@Flamelord
Don't feel inferior pls. QAQ

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

Because I have my own opinion that I will respectfully keep to myself of him instead of questioning the likes and dislikes of other people and attempting to force my aforementioned opinion upon them.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

I'm a little bitch for Gilgamesh's fan club. So I'm on his train.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

Gilgamesh is the best Goldylocks to ever live.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

My name is Mai and I am sexually attracted to Goldylocks over there.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

I do believe what we have here is a "biggus Dickus" example. .c.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

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A success that saw to a woman clad in gown to dance. Beautiful hair, pale skin, thoughts underlying that Mai should only assume to be poor. Far more aware of her physical stature than she cared to say, the disappointment must have been somewhere within, even if it was visibly hidden well. The effects of the Duotine from the night before finally wearing off, the vasts amount of prana pouring from her skin alone could have been suffocating if it were much past that. Instead, a smile that slowly came from a genuine clarity, outside of the hints of the visible hallucinations past her eyes, accompanied tired eyes. That question was something that would never make sense to her in the end, but it was supposed to be agreed upon to seal the contract of sorts to truly be allowed to participate in this coming war.

"I am. My name is Mai Tsukigami. May I ask yours, ma'am?"

Anxiety rose at the back of her neck, the slight burning sensation upon her palm prompted her to hold up her left hand, showing to the three glowing red circles filled with red runes. The bright red glow dimmed for the moment as she moved her hand down and chose to wrap one of the many bandages that she took along in the event of a Duotine breakdown to slowly wrap around her palm and take to concealing it. It would be best to not allow others to see it as an in-case for the time being, no?

And with that notion, now that she thought about it... Mai had begun to pick up the supplies that she had used, pill case dropped in her haste. It was rude to leave a guest waiting. Rude to leave a guest standing. There was a need to fulfill it.
"There's a seat over there. Heels are generally uncomfortable. Take a seat. Relax as possible, if possible. Leaving you to stand there without offering some method to hospitality would ensure me to be an ass of an individual."

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The glowing lines ensured that she was aware of her place. Oh, one to take charge? This would be fun. A tap of the lips came as she settled back into the shadowy hand holding her and hummed to herself. A Master that was so focused on preparations all of the time meant that she would find herself bored if she didn't change him...And where would that leave her to spend her time?

But since he was rather cute, it wasn't terribly hard to relent to answering his question -- in her own way of course, as she made notion to his words with a more playful tone than anything else.
"Master, you seem rather hurried. You should let me take some tension off of your shoulders instead for a while.~ Though...If you must ask, I will give you a hint, since you seem to be the type to like something to look into. I am the first witch of Ireland. I do believe the common ideal is to refer to me as 'Caster' around your enemies?"

And thus, she finally motioned for the hand to let her on her feet, taking a single step forward and taking this time to begin examining him to the fullest. Like a predator sizing up her next meal, she wanted to see the intricate little details. Nicely dressed, a particular air about him -- noticable lack of reaction to her flirtatious tone...Different from her last Master in a few ways of such, but nothing she couldn't completely complain about.

"Shall you figure it out on the spot, or may I suggest a few more hints to that head of yours? You do seem like someone I'd like to get to know a bit more...personally. It'd be a shame to be stuck with a dull man after so long, otherwise..."

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The night was calling, the sweet sounds of white noise reverberating through the brain and bringing her one step closer to screaming in anxiety beyond comprehension. The recent dose of those pills had kicked her up to a new high, making her mind play the worst of tricks on her at every waking moment. Even the smallest of notions, the whisper of a silhouette on the edge of her vision, or the empty sensation of blood poured into this little room of hers that she had taken up to rent...It was all getting to her. Her hands held two things in them -- a case containing several yellow and white pills, and a book with ancient text written within it that was translated on the opposite end of the page. She was far beyond being herself, but she had taken herself off of the daily dosage just enough to let the mana push its way into her body and cause an unbearable pain that made it hard to even stand. Yet, she was here. She was here trying to do this...To do this right, anyways. The first few attempts had succeeded in nothing as she couldn't quite draw the summoning circle right.

Mai Tsukigami was not a woman of many riches, no. She had a smaller home. Good enough for one person, good enough for someone who didn't leave home outside of her job. Good enough for someone who hallucinated more through life than she saw in clarity. Aware of her condition and lingering within it still, the thin black fur-lined jacket that brushed past her knees kept her warm as she sat against the wall. At her side, several instruments to create a summoning circle including several emptied boxes of what presumably drew not one, but six failed attempts at a circle and one correct version in front of her, a closed pocket knife, and a few other notes amongst it. This Holy Grail....If it could do as she thought it could, then there was only the attempt that could be made in the end of the day. A smile on her lips, she laughed and glanced up at the ceiling of bloodied words to read her notes upon it, despite her never seeing it in her conscious states without the medication. It was all far too normal for her with the lingering effects of intensionally missing a dose for it. Brushing down her skirt and readjusting her button-down shirt, she finally began to get to work again.

Running out of other materials to draw with, she had one last chance to do this right. And it was nothing without the skeletal figures hanging from her shoulders. It was nothing without the audience of half-eaten rats sitting in their little jury box to judge her final glance at what she wanted. One simple wish, one wish that could hurt no one but herself. A wish that she very well saw to being worth dying over even...! The gentle laugh came with a glance of her digits over the page before she crawled over to it and took hold of the pocket knife that she'd used to cut herself earlier with in her first attempt. Another slice right along the palm saw to blood dripping down atop the circle as she began to chant once more. Just sober enough from the hallucinations. Just one foot out of the psychosis to do it right...

"U͡llis ͡p̷unic͡eaeve͝ ҉a̴gitant͝ ̨esse̷n͡t͞i҉a ch̸o͘r̷o҉squ͢e ͘du͘c҉ent̶e͘s͝ ͏i̛n ͡h̸o͠c ̵ci͝rc̷u̕l͏o͜ ̕vo̴ca̶t.
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͘S̨e͏d͏ ul̴t̶eriu̢s ̨n̴on ex̸te͝nd̀itu̷r,҉ ̀qu͢o̢d͏ non͏ i̛n͠v͞enitur, ̨s̷ed ̴ad ̡u͘l̕t̸ima͡m d̢i͡m̸ica̵re.̴
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Co̕rpùs ͝v͠ec̨ti͞g͘a͏l̕ ̨ma̸n̵a ̛m̷éa̢ e̴ss͝ènt͘ià mi̴hi͝ ͢a̧d̛ ̧t̷e͢ ͠i͟n tem͘pơre ̵b̡e̴lli̵ inmine͘nt͟i p̀ug̕n̨ae͏ ̶disser̷ít.̨
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I̴n͏ sàngui͝ne͝ lac͘rím̴a̡nd̡o dol͝ore͠ la͏e̸ti̴t̸iá -͘ ͟t̵i͏um off͟e̕ro hu҉mano a͜c̨cersi q͞u̕i p̵ugn̛abit̵ ̧pr̶o ipsi̴s͜ ̕Grakchos͢ ̢na̕t҉i̴o͡n̛e͡ś ̡gr̕a͠t̵ia҉ Sp̡ir̴itu̸s͢ ̸S̡a̷nct͡i̕.̕

͝Naśc̶itu͟r ͝i̧niưr͡ia̷,̴ ̢s͞ùs̀c͝itavi̢t͡ ̛o̕di͟o.͢ C͢r͜e̸v̸it ̵ļi̵v͠o̕r ̡i̕n̸ hun͟c ̕c̶asum͝.
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́Audite m͝e,́ e̷t̶ suśc͟i̛p̴e҉ ̸be̶ned͞íct́io̧nem ̴ha͏n͜c ͡c̡o͝n͝tr͢actus, ̕Her̵o͡ìc͝a̛ ̸Spir͢itu̕s҉!"

With blood pouring into the circle and turning a light blue into blood red, the ritual was finally done right, the black mist that poured from her own edition of the summoning circle to call forth a Heroic Spirit into this wrong timeline came to. What would appear? Something to save her? Something to end her? She and those in her head could only wait in baited breath and broken bodies...~

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From the moment that the summoning circle sprang to life, the softest song emit from it before changing to a harsh shriek. The first to arise from the mist that formed within the center of the uneven summoning circle was a pair of shadowed, wisp-like clawed hands that clawed at the ground to begin pulling out whatever they connected to. From that came the sight of a pure white veil that rested upon a hair of deepest onyx. A crimson gaze to glance out and at the male that called upon this being defaulted to...amusement, as the rest of this body -- female, as it seemed, was gracefully lifted up and rested upon the palm of a larger clawed hand that emerged underneath her.

Her clothing spoke of an older age -- village times, with careful lacing and bountiful ruffles of her dress. Only the touch of modernism came -- perhaps with her summoning -- as she let out a deep sigh and slowly leaned in. With one hand holding onto her makeshift throne, she leaned forward, several red spider lilies pinned to her hair and veil moving in sequence as she spoke out in a tone that seemed delightfully sweet, angelically innocent even. To a point, this woman before him looked fit to go to a wedding or a wake rather than take up the battlefield in any manner at all.

"Ah. I suppose this means only one thing. Hello, handsome.~ Are you my Master?~"

A tone quick to find such a flirtatious way about it, a gentle giggle escaped her lips as she looked at the serious air about him. T'was a stiffy? Nothing that she couldn't work out in time...~

Undertale: A tale of Seven Souls

My interest has been peeked. And peaked. Because peaks.