#cometform

[isolaradiale]

Had a little slip up there! Reapping Rider of Red (Achilles) from Fate/Apocrypha, thanks!

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Rider of Red!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 304.

You’ll retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ taygeta.

[edelbloed]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀How fortunate that you're so tall.⠀ ❜ ⠀SHE ⠀taps her foot idly as he takes his sweet time, tilting her head just enough for her hat to angle out of his way ( but not so far that the 'decorative' blades weren't a sneeze away from his jawline ). ⠀❛ ⠀I shall pardon you. This time.⠀ ❜ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Pardon me for a sec—" The Rider, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, took the chance to lean in and skim over the details of the very same poster. He had seen a few of these around town, but didn't think to actually give them a closer look. But thanks to the musings of the stranger, that roused enough interest to want more details. "Hmm..."

[heavensvoid]

 “ --740, 741, 742......” the Saber counts out loud for both herself and her companion. she is the picture of ease. popsicle in one hand, one leg crossed over the other as she lets her weight be supported by her other hand pressed flat against the Rider’s back. yes, she is using the other as a chair, but not in the traditional way. after all, a chair doesn’t do continous push-ups in the sand. yes, she sort of invited herself to ‘help’ but, hey, everyone needs a good hypewoman! and who better than her?

  “  Are you slowing down, Achilles? Come on, don’t tell me you can’t handle little ol’ me! ” her laugh is loud but lighthearted as she pats his shoulder in encouragement, leaning to the side. “ Need some incentive? Is that it? Just think-- if you can make it to 1,000 push-ups then there’s no way you can lose!” here she pauses for a moment, something of a mischevious grin crossing her lips.

             “ Unless you cheat. All is fair in Servant volleyball. “

@cometform​ -- beach episode beach episode beach episode

[danaravi]

@cometform​ replied to your post:

this must be one of those “taking an L” situations...

     ...

     where am i supposedly taking it, rider

[codecasts]

          HAKUNO   severely underestimated this course.

            Learning to knit seemed like a simple enough idea; pass the time on the nights she couldn’t sleep by doing something productive. Knitting seemed like the kind of thing either done without really thinking, or done with so much active thought that the mind had no chance to wander. Either way, it was perfect— and at the end of it she might have, like, a functional sweater or something. 

            She’s quickly come to realize she was way too ambitious. She never expected to have to loop the yarn so many different ways around her fingers and hand just to get it on the needle, and that was just for a part of a stitch... For someone who was naturally inclined to be messy, and dreaded so much as organizing her Mystic Codes, this was a unique form of torture— because as much as she contemplated throwing in the towel, it just wasn’t in her nature to do that, either. 

      ❛   …   ❜   Hakuno steals a glance at her Servant’s handiwork. Much to her disappointment, he isn’t faring much better. She’s not sure what she expected; she’s pretty sure Achilles had no idea what class she was even going to, but just sort of rolled with it when she asked if they were heading to the same place... 

      ❛   I’ve fought Grail War battles that went smoother than this.   ❜

@cometform​​ : WINTERFES S.C. !

[sabhran]

⠀⠀⠀THERE'S ⠀a noticeable lull this time. Is he standing in a particularly long line ? Or is he going through the trouble of making it himself ? It's less impressive, but on the other hand, it's an admirable commitment to the bit. Cnoc na Riabh has enough time to rest a hand on her hip and tap her foot, one hand raised and waiting to receive, before he all but blinks back into existence. The round-trip part was still quick, at least. And he remembered a lid— she won't reward the bare minimum out loud, of course, but it's worth noting.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀It's just about the perfect temperature now,⠀ ❜ ⠀she remarks after taking a brazenly large sip, clicking her tongue a couple of times as her head tilts side to side; she's measuring his efforts. ⠀❛ ⠀Hmm... Use milk next time. It makes for a richer flavor with the chocolate, and I'm sure traveling at such a high speed will make it especially frothy by the time it's in my hand.⠀ ❜ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀"— Hot chocolate, eh? Well, I can't magically make hot water on the fly, but..." Oh well, she asked— after quick dash as the newly-fallen snow whirls around, only this time Rider is actually gone for a noticeable stretch of time. Just long enough for him to get his sink at home to get hot water ready. Now to open one of those mixing powder bags, pour it all into a cup and stir... There—

⠀⠀With a lid tightly secured, another dash allows him to reach the Fairy in no time flat with the requested drink. That sprint should have helped mix up the liquid and powder even more. "Careful— freshly hot."

[sterilesteel]

           UPON   re-entering this city, she’d been assigned a new living space. She found it a little amusing, though, that it had still been nestled in Golden Ward. It made her feel as if she were at the center of never-ending summer celebrations; a festive cruise ship docked and partying every other night, fireworks over the Boardwalk nightly, a foam-oriented Battle Royale on the sandy shores... And those are just the events she’s been able to keep track of. She doesn’t mind them, of course— contrary to popular belief, Nightingale does understand the concept of good fun. She’s even been known to partake from time to time. But still, it makes this particular seasonal event all the more appealing. 

           For a limited time, one could dip into the ocean with more than just the moonlight as their guide. Dozens of fireflies have flocked to her with keen interest, lighting up in bright twinkles whenever she so much as kicks her feet. She’s unsure how they can dive beneath the waves with her, and she doesn’t particularly care— it’s a sight to behold, and the ocean’s so quiet compared to the ruckus further inland. She hopes they don’t stray too far once she makes contact with the shore again, needing a temporary reprieve. After all, the only thing better than the saltwater for one’s health was the ocean air; there’s plenty to be gained by lounging on the shoreline, waiting to get warm again before diving back in. She expected the insects to be her only company, though; most were taking in the Boardwalk’s evening festivities, and anyone else frolicking in the waves... Well, suffice to say they were content to remain in pairs. Yet a familiar shock of green hair catches her attention, bounding along the shoreline; he was always bounding to one place or another, her former roommate. 

      ❝   Good evening,   ❞   she calls, not one to forget her manners ( unless it suited her ).   ❝   I didn’t expect to see you here so late... Although I suppose the Boardwalk is too crowded to be running much of anywhere.   ❞

@cometform​ — spiralefes. 

[animasend-archive]

      “ So....you’re Achilles, hm?”

  Heroic Spirits were not an uncommon sight in Spirale. most that she learned of had ties to Chaldea and were on good terms with its Last Master, while others had decided to continue their contracts. and then there were those few occassions where they were participants in other Grail Wars. this Servant claims to have met Fujimaru, yet was not tied to Chaldea. not implausible, she thinks, as she carefully scans the Rider from head to toe. what a...strange color palette.

                “ You claim to be fast.” a pause as arms fold over her chest, head tilting to the side. “ Then how come you are using a bike as transportation?” didn’t she see that same bike in a store just last week?

@cometform​

[emptyrule]

  it took little time for the Berserker to discover that she had ‘arrived’ in this land in the middle of what appeared to be a festival. obviously for the current season-- summer, evident by the array of warm weathered activities that were advertised in many shop windows and the like. she had wondered why the residents seemed to be in such a flurry of activitiy and she had found her answer. festivals were not an uncommon occurrence in her Lostbelt, but it had been decades since she last joined in on one. she thinks back to when last she had and no matter how much she thought, she could not recall any memories of time spent in good fun. as it should be. she had neither the time nor the want to indulge in such activities. not then and certainly not here. it was an easy enough thing to do in practice.

 harder in theory. her venture through the Boardwalk was merely to shorten the time needed to reach her destination. not to indulge in a pointless game, but it seems she has no choice in the matter. a felt ball, about to collide into her face if not for a hand raising to catch the toy with ease. her gaze travels from it to the party responsible--  a Servant.

          “ Are all Servants as careless in their actions? “

@cometform​

[colchiste]

          CASTER   has had it roughly up to here with conventionally attractive men — particularly when it was obvious they knew they were attractive. It was something in their walk, in the way they scanned their environment. One could argue a shift in contact info on her phone was partially to blame for an overwhelming bitterness, but in all fairness, his gaze most certainly lingered for about five seconds too long. A vague sense of familiarity only sours her expression all the quicker.

      ❛   I wish you would ask whatever it is you want to ask — so that I may answer ‘no’ and go about my day.   ❜

@cometform​​ ———  s.c.

[isolaradiale]

Tripped up there, but anyone can make a comeback! Reapping Achilles, Rider of Red, from Fate/Apocrypha, thanks.

Welcome back to spooky scary Isola Radiale, Achilles!

You will be housed in CONDO 404!

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

NOTE: As you were removed in an AC, you have one week to make two in-character posts else you will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ diadem.

[mojavemassacre]

closed starter for @cometform​!

“You might have to run that by me again, big guy.”

Six looked up at the taller man—that stung his pride, just a little bit, but he’d be damned if he was gonna show it—with a look of... mild disbelief on his features.

Seems like the city can still surprise him, even four months after his arrival.

“I can understand that most of the fighters here can’t hold a candle to you... but the why is a bit above me. You’re a what, exactly? You might have to spell it out a bit.”

[codecasts]

      ❛   …  ❜    SHE  waits for a few beats of painfully dead silence, but the horse just sort of stares at her expectantly — like she's the one who should be doing something right about now. Achilles did pause at a weird spot just then... Is he pulling her leg ? Or is the horse the prankster here ? Normally that would be an easy one to answer, but considering all she's seen... It's a toss-up.

      After studying Xanthos a few beats longer, head slightly tilted with a silent question, she raises her brows at her Rider instead.   ❛   Does he know he can talk ?  ❜ 

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Oh yeah, they definitely like attention— … Talk?” For some odd reason, that question gives him a moment of pause. Weird, why the brief hesitation to answer? … He can’t think of why, so he shakes it off and carries on past the bump in the road.

⠀⠀⠀⠀“Well, of course they can. … I’m pretty sure, anyway— Xanthos, go on and tell her what’s on your mind.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀… Hm, nothing. … Is he trying to play a joke?

[firehrt]

          ❝   Did you know the menu changes here by the hour ?   ❞

               AELIN   isn’t sure why she tests herself like this. Each time she finds herself back in this pisshole, the very first thing she feels like doing is making her presence known once more at Dionysus’ Chalice. Apparently it was named after a deity from some other realm, likely no more than a Wyrdgate or two away from her own. If gods and unwelcome spirits of long-dead ancestors were as ready to have a good time as this Dionysus, she thinks she would be much more willing to play along with them. 

          ❝   I like to see how many I can get through before my favorite returns to the menu: Milky Moonlight. Have you tried it ?   ❞

@cometform​​​  ——— s.c.

[bloodlife]

          DIONYSUS’ CHALICE, THEY CALL IT. such a fitting name, given what he knows of his relative atop the mountain, nestled into what seems lavish streets of white trim and cobblestone passages. even further was the atmosphere more lively than one might come to expect, throes of patrons in boisterous laughter, drinks sloshing about in goblets a plenty. every second which passes only further makes him feel he has come to the right place on the mortal surface, especially in light of his newfound company sat beside him. one of grecian descent, from his understanding, someone from an era rather close to his own. somehow this ignites a small joy in him at the prospect, even just the smallest touch.

          ❝ I’m serious here, mate! Two against one, not a single sweat. Toppled over the greatest heroes Elysium has to offer. Or, well, supposedly. A little wary on the authenticity of one of them, really, ❞ he chimes, letting the cup fall from his lips with a boastful smile despite it. ❝ Well? Anymore tales of your own to share, sir? ❞

                                           「  @cometform 」

[codecasts]

            RUNNING   ; that was one of the few things she’s gotten first-rate at. Her magi potential was questionable at best, even after all she’s done, but running ?  Whether to or away from danger, she had that one down. It was the one skill Hakuno knew would still serve her well in this place, so it felt pertinent to keep it sharp. Sweat trickles down the side of her face despite the autumn chill in the air, one hand braced against the wall as she polishes off what water she had left. Sure, she’s taking a longer break than she could have in the Arena... But this was a lot more difficult. There was terrain and elevation here, particularly in Cotes and Archimedes. 

            If she kept this up, maybe she’d make it to Archimedes on foot by the end of the day... That’d be something. That sense of potential accomplishment puts a weary smile on her face, but it’s quickly dashed by that same damn streak of green. She sees it coming from her periphery, running up that hill like it’s nothing. Usually he’s been on the other side of the road or passes by comically fast; this might be the first time she’s gotten a good look. 

        ❛   That guy’s passed me three different times now...   ❜  Hakuno grumbles, torn between fascination and irritation. It wasn’t a competition, but she was still definitely losing.

@cometform​​​​​​​​​ : / / START.