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Current Talk to your players and be open to their ideas, at the end of the day we're all just here to shoot the shit.
2 yrs ago
Honestly, more structured/collaborative roleplays can be really fun and rewarding, but if you're going to open a project like that up you have to be flexible and open to compromise.
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8 yrs ago
current shitpost level: writing about how your favourite taiwanese puppet shows experiment with narrative for graded academic work
8 yrs ago
But god knows how many hours I've sunk into my collection of main series Pokémon game, so it's like making me pick between my children. :'D
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8 yrs ago
I mean, I write MUCH more Digimon-related stuff than I write Pokémon-related stuff, so I guess it wins by default in this context.
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In the S11 thread, I think. This being the S5 thread, he's technically not a part of this.
"Refreshment"
Café, Septum
Eyelids tentatively flickering open once again, Saber looked up at the shadowed figure looming over her. She could feel this person's warmth, just as clearly as she could feel the power linking the two of them together. With a blush, Saber closed her eyes once again and stoppe to gather her thoughts. Her body felt...warm, and filled to the brim with a sluggish, sickly feeling. In the back of her head, she could feel two sorts of prickling, one coming from the outside and another from the inside. This presence was...a Servant!

"M-Master...I can feel...another Servant."

Breathing heavily, Saber struggled to lift herself from her Master's lap-

Before a hand placed itself on her shoulder, keeping her down.

"I know. I can feel it too," Beatrice began in a tired tone as she took a sip from her drink, "All things considered between you and me, I think we're going to give this one a miss."

Irritation was clear in the woman's tone; and as before, it was easy enough to assume that irritation was directed towards Saber. Beatrice's body language did nothing to disprove it; it was blank as she just sat there with Saber's head on her lap, slowly working her way through her drink.

Saber let herself rest back on Beatrice's lap, looking up at her Master's face with a distinctly disheartened expression on her face. Her thoughts were bothering her, so when she spoke, her voice was tentative and filled with doubt...

"Master...are you angry with me?"

As Saber spoke, Beatrice seemed to pause, her expression unchanging as she thought to herself.
"Maybe a little," She answered honestly after a lull of about ten seconds, putting her drink down and pausing again before continuing with- "But that isn't entirely fair. Or accurate."

Again, she paused. Evidently she was tired, and she was even more evidently having trouble putting her thoughts into words.

"Saber... Do you know why I joined this war?"

"No, Master. Was it because you had some wish you needed to be granted?"

"Not even that. I just joined because I wanted to fight. In all honesty, I haven't got a bloody clue what to wish for if I- if we win."

Saber frowned a little, closing her eyes to think for a moment. Soon after, she opened them again and frowned

"Master, I am sure that when we win, you will be able to think of something."

"I'm not worried about the wish, Saber," Beatrice interjected, perhaps a little more sharply than she needed to- which she seemed to realize as she hesitated for a moment.

"Look, like I was saying- I came to this War to fight. The wish hardly even matters to me, to be honest. All I want is to fight other Magi that the silly cup judged as worthy and watch ancient heroes collide in battle. When I summoned you, something went wrong, and you ended up like you are now. Weakened, unable to fight or hold your own against other Servants- so yeah, I guess I'm angry at you."

Beatrice sighed, suddenly avoiding eye contact with Saber.

"But that's the way of thinking that's got people killed in the past. Thinking that'll get us killed. Whatever happened with your summoning, it had to have been my fault. That much is obvious. I'm angry at myself more than I am at you. You didn't ask to be summoned, it wasn't your choice to be crippled- The least I can do is make sure you're safe until you recover. We're in this together, now, and we're going to have to work the best we can as a team if we're going to live long enough to fight for real."

It was an honest outpouring of emotion; and afterwards, Beatrice fell silent, slumping forwards onto the table whilst still avoiding eye contact with Saber.

Suddenly, Beatrice felt a soft, warm hand against her cheek.

"Master...?"

Saber waited for her Master to look at her.

"You haven't ordered anything yet, right?" Beatrice suddenly asked, evidently embarrassed and still avoiding eye contact with Saber as she made a blatant attempt at changing the subject, "You should probably get something warm inside of you."

Saber laughed weakly upon noticing her Master's embarrassment, and calmly stated-

"I don't think I can move."

"... Fuck it, I'll feed you if I have to. And carry you back," Beatrice grumbled with a sigh towards her hopeless little Saber, "You want some hot chocolate, or something?"

"...Yes please."
Heatran best grill

And not right now. I have a lot of stuff I need to get off of Bank. I'll buzz you in a bit if I change my mind?
gg

hows about that hardcore dong
I'll be waiting, then.
nigga pls

tob works the shaft better than you
Still need to listen to it. Thanks for reminding me, I guess.

Vaguely related; fancy a Pokemon battle, Tob?
“What the fuck,” Kazuya mouthed to himself in utter disbelief as a big, gold SOMETHING just came crashing down from the sky like a proverbial flash of lightning, hurriedly backing away from the thrashing shape whilst he was still flat on his ass, “What the absolute and utter fu-”

“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT,” It shrieked with rage, climbing back to its gigantic feet with an earth-shaking stomp and promptly caving a nearby factory roof in with a single blow from a similarly gigantic fist, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK WAS THAT.”

Kazuya didn’t really consider himself the person to fall apart under stress, but as far as ridiculous situations went, this was far too much, even for him- it was like he’d been scooped up from real life and dumped ungraciously into a crappy tv show. He was usually a fan of those things, but he certainly wasn’t a fan of this situation, whatever the hell it was, and so as the big metal thingie raged on, he climbed to his feet and turned, intending to take a chance on the fickle bitch known as lady luck, preparing to run as-

“OI!”

“Shitshitshit,” He hissed under his breath, the sudden yell from behind him making him jump before promptly freezing in place. Had it seen hi-

“Get the fuck back here, you little bastard.”

Yup. It had.
“Shit,” Kazuya muttered to himself again, before turning back to face the big metal thing as it lowered a demand at him. Best to comply with the thing that could probably squish him like a bug without a second thought.

As he turned, he noticed the creature seemed disoriented; he couldn’t clue enough out from the body language (considering how alien the body in question seemed to be) to make a confident judgement, but his knowledge of human body language gave him the impression of the creature that it (he? It sounded like a he. Unless it was popping steroids and 20 packs a day back home- did giant metal monster things even need those?) that it was distressed. Thinking rationally, it screaming and ranting in disbelief about something could have been a tip-off to that; but hey, it wasn’t like he was thinking rationally at the t-

“I said get back here!” It demanded again, this time growling rather than screaming or yelling as its (no, it’s definitely a he, giant monsters don’t need steroids and they probably don’t make cigarettes that big- what about a monster blunt, though? Probably not, just a figure of speech), voice brought Kazuya back to attention. He’d drifted off again. God knows how in this situation.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” He replied, trying to sound confident and calm, but only succeeding at sounding halfway between there and how utterly freaked out he actually was, “I’m coming.”

He relaxed a little bit as the metal monster didn’t fall back on screaming again, and he quickly began to edge closer as he seemed to relax itself.

“Where the fuck am I?” He asked, in a tone that seemed to make abundantly clear he was still pissed off despite the attempt at relaxing himself, as he eyed the small thing in front of him edge his way back towards him, “Tell me that and I’ll hold off on squishing you like a-”

Whatever presumably insignificant creature from back where he came from he was going to use as an example to illustrate the ease with which he could crush Kazuya, the young man would never quite find out; before he could finish his sentence, the electricity still crackling in the air burst out again and something came crashing down to earth with all the grace and dignity of a cat in cement shoes.

Right on top of the gold thingie.

“-VABITCH,” a hulking blue shape screamed out as it landed on top of the gold creature, causing them both to fall straight to the ground with an impact that shook it and, once again, knocked Kazuya flat on his ass.

This time, Kazuya seemed a little more prepared; compared to his initial reaction to the gold thing’s arrival, this blue thing arriving didn’t seem to have quite the same effect. Sure, he stared open-mouthed at it (well, probably a ‘he’, too- guessing the same logic applied to this one as the other one- why wouldn’t it?) for an increasingly long period of time as the two monsters rolled about on the ground, but there wasn’t quite the same feeling of being dropped into a crappy anime as before. Now things were just getting cliche.

Out of his thoughts and back in reality, it seemed like the gold thing had had the attitude knocked out of him a bit by having the blue thing land on him; at the very least, it seemed that way when, instead of violence or hurling abuse, he only opened his mouth and asked “A-Atlur? Is that y-you?” in a weak, groaning tone of voice.

“Yeah, it’s me,” the blue thing replied in a similar groan, before a limb reached out and grasped the nearby roof so that it could pull itself to its feet, “You get grabbed by those gold things too?”

“Y-yeah,” The gold thing replied, crawling across the ground and into the open space before it as the blue thing eased itself off of him.
k

gnar getting btfo
Tatsua Aiisen said
k


collab soon pls

pls
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