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“— what are you suggesting ? while it’s true that the living scheme in secret, i cannot cast judgement at random. it is only when an instance becomes a threat, then it should qualify as a villain. ”

and there was a fine line held as a threshold between being a threat and not so; often times, many already firmly standing beyond it and in the former’s territory. threats are easily distinguishable and stood out like sore thumbs or splashes of vibrant colors upon a blank canvas. those on the other hand are muddled grays, neither black nor white and undefined, until an affinity bloomed forth. 

while it was ideal to eliminate threats before they became so, it was impossible without resorting into unnecessary violence and the loss of innocent life — despite his duties calling for bringing death to the living at times. however, kurowli remains steadfast with his opinion. his gold eyes flick back towards the woman in query.

 “tell me, is there anyone you consider a villain — as my villain ? ”

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     𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝑅𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈, her poison a lure more captivating than any other. It is only that in her primal form, she emits the seductions of a human -- a saintly bodhisattva sinking her roots into open hearts. By the time they become aware of her presence, their veins will already be infiltrated by the throes of her passion, their minds flushed and void of logic and reason.

     “I’m afraid we’re not well acquainted enough for me to say. The only thing I am fairly certain of is your inevitable day of salvation, though that is simply my faith speaking. It is my belief that everyone shall be spared one day.”  

     In her own, twisted way, she speaks the truth. “No matter how many villains you face, the idea of finding peace at the end of your difficult, laborious life is comforting, isn’t it? A well-earned reward, of sorts?”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽.

♐ ] One thing was for sure, she knew how to handle a little push back. Then again, she wouldn’t be much of a bodhisattva if that was all it took. “Let me know when you figure that out.” As far as he was concern, not even death offered any peace. His experience reminds him of this, as much the memory burns him for one reason or another. Her question, didn’t exactly go well with him either.

Enough to remind him of thoughts he rather suppress, as he mentally and verbally dismisses the idea. “You’re asking the wrong question to the wrong person, miss.” Did she even share her name?.. It doesn’t matter, he can remember her face at least. From a glance she isn’t exactly the type to be easily forgotten. “You can save that for other people.” Someone more gullible, more open. As it stood, he wasn’t going to share much. Nor does he plan to. “You should go help someone else, or retire for the night. I don’t intend to linger much longer.”

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     𝒜𝒶𝒽, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. Time and time again, she’s tried to dissect the mind of that blackened archer, but to no avail. He had already decayed to an unsalvagable point; even the very core of his essence had corroded. This one still has plenty of secrets to share, and though she could subject him to the effects of Thesis of a Still Heart, she’ll refrain.

     “Ufufu. Perhaps I will. I do not have any intention of leaving anyone behind in my journey to grant salvation, but I will respect your privacy. We have only just met, after all.” Cheek in hand, she pauses, seemingly imprinting this moment in her mind before averting her figure. With the black fabric of her habit blending into the shadows of the night, her molten eyes insinuate that this will not be the last time they meet.

     “I will be seeing you, Emiya-san.”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽.

“ Well I have my moments. ” he replies back, waving his hand dismissively. Putting on the charm will always be of good use depending on the situation. There’s always a chance to win the hearts and minds of people whenever you happened to push the right buttons, say exactly what it is they wanted to hear, or just flatter them at the perfect moment.

Words are powerful things, and while the Boss may not be completely on the hunt (so to say) for Kiara to join him given the woman’s faith, he just couldn’t help himself but at least plant the seed. Who knows, maybe their little field trip could prove itself to do something good for the both of them.

“ Sounds like a plan! We could hit up the store and then maybe the offices if you’re that curious. Maybe I’ll even throw in some freebies if I’m feeling nice enough, hehehe. ” There he goes keeping up the charm. “ Yo, if it’s cool with you maybe we could take my motorcycle? Thing’s just over there actually. Would get us to our destination a helluva lot faster. ”

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   𝐹𝒶𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈, spurning his graces would be even further unhospitable. Devotees rely on charity for sustenance, so it would be beneficial for both parties to indulge in this escapade. “Your motorcycle?” Alarmingly, that offer shakes her composure. Having divided her life between being a downtrodden child, a traveling monk, and a digital goddess, one could say she’s yet to experience much of the modern world.

    “I imagine it will be a divine experience! I’ve never ridden one before, so I ask that you bear with me.” The novelty of the adventure isn’t what gets her heart racing -- it’s the thought of being in such close proximity to another man.

     Or, if not that, the foreign sensation of cold leather clamped between her legs. Perhaps she should sweep her legs to the side in order to prevent any... mischievous notions. Ultimately, Kiara decidedly wills herself to good behavior. Swinging both of her legs to one side, she promptly wraps her arms around his waist as he climbs on, pressing ever-so-tightly against his back.

     “...Shall we go, Victor-san? Please take care of me.”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻 (𝓜𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲).

She was dangerous, wasn’t she? The kind of woman that didn’t hesitate.. in a way Musashi respected her for that. If only.. she wasn’t so pretty. Then maybe, she wouldn’t mind a lesson from. Regardless for her own safety a distance between them would be kept, barring other gets ideas but those would be taken in stride. After all.. she didn’t hate woman. Helping like this.. it was nice and appreciated, enough to get her to smile again.

Even share, though to be fair she was a rather open person. “If you’re curious for our Master.. I can’t say.” She knows the face she speaks of, but the memory of them is more one imprinted than real. “I only know they’re safe. I made sure of that after our final battle together.” A shame really after getting that strong to be reduced to this! All that work for nothing.. “Hey.. you wouldn’t happen to know why we’ve gotten weaker, would you? I’d love to get my swords again, for starters..” While the training weapon wasn’t bad, she was far beyond it at this point.

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    𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓃𝓉, 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒, do displacements in the timeline vary? ‘Time’ has become a looser concept than she previously thought. “To hear that Master is alive... that brings me great joy.” And yet, sorrow. Knowing of Master’s survival provides an answer to a question she’s long asked herself. Whether she feels relief or remorse for it is to be determined.

     Radiale has acclimated her with certain liberties, see? Knowing that she can no longer disappoint anyone is like a breath of fresh air, but at the same time, she misses that feeling of being disciplined. “Hm? Oh, I would imagine that is due to the work of whoever brought us here. It is vexing, but even I have yet to solve the nuances of this isle.” Free as she is, the technologically astute part of her mind is agitated. Uploading one’s data into a network is one thing, but integrating an entire society against their will is another. “I theorize that our real bodies may exist in the real world yet. It would certainly explain the cycle of death and rebirth here.”

    The samurai appears rather green, though. Has she had the pleasure of perishing yet? “Ah. Are you aware? We do not ‘die’ here, so much as we simply cease to exist for the day, only to reawaken in our beds the next.”

[bcdhisattva]

?.

@bcdhisattva​

♚ “Sesshouin Kiara I presume? Chaldea’s records on the SERAPH incident were quite extensive.” The queen herself had not been a member of Chaldea’s Servant brigade back then, having only revealed herself to them during the incident in Salem. Had this woman any intention of concealing her identity she might have done so with a more convincing costume, but the presence of another Servant in such close quarters would not go unnoticed even by a weakened Caster.

“Ufufu… To think they’d let someone like you go unchecked in a place like this? Then again, I suppose your kind would fit right in? That isn’t to say I think poorly of you. A woman must do what she must, fufu!”

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    𝑀𝓎, 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉? Beauty and brains, such a prized combination. It really shouldn’t be squandered on perverse suspicions. “A rather presumptuous assumption to place on a stranger, no? Should I be honored that I’ve been immortalized? Ufufu.” Corporeal entities are often recorded in sacred texts, after all. Who knows? Perhaps Chaldea’s records will be perceived as such in the near future. 

     “Indeed, a woman must do as she must. Surely, you must sympathize with me for that reason... or at least, know of my vow to Master? I have sworn to ‘behave’ as a Servant. Though I wonder, what is one without the other?” Kiara’s palm opens, her eyes longingly fixed on its vacant center. “Do you, too, share a passion for them?”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻 (𝓜𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲).

Had she no restraint for contact!? The absolute nerve of her! Such actions shouldn’t be done so carelessly, so gently, so pretty.. “..No!” A small yelp would escape her throat as she tosses herself back, creating a bit of distance with that energy she had to use. Cheeks would notably be inflamed from thoughts and sensation, as her guard is now raised.

A cough corrects her faults, as breathing steadies. “Touchy, aren’t you?” Perhaps it was a better idea to go hungry now, as trust was quickly deteriorating in the other. Picking herself back up, her mind would affirm the thought. Though before she could speak up and reject the idea, stomach would loudly growl. Hands would move quickly to cover belly, as she offers a glance.

“…Which is quicker?”

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     𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓌𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈. It is exceedingly pure and so remarkably transparent. To be charmed even by the likes of a woman such as herself... that  naïveté could prove fatal. “Hmm? I merely sought to distract you from your suffering. Though it was temporary, it was effective, no?” For the briefest of moments, her pangs of hunger had flared into something quite adorable.

     Kiara may defend her actions, but she won’t defend her mischief. She chuckles and removes herself from the ground, gesturing toward the direction of Cotes. “O-ha-gi.” Penniless as the weary traveler may be, she, herself, is not. “The citizens have been most gracious to me. We will be privileged enough to have our stomachs filled at the end of this day. While we walk, will you tell me of your perilous journey here? I am eager to hear about what’s become of Master.”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓽.

That bit of emphasis on ‘delinquent’ is sure as hell making him question just who exactly Kiara was. Far as he could recall the Boss has ever met a clergywoman who seemed so downright vampish whenever she spoke. There had to be something more to her, right? Highly doubt he’d be able to get any sort of concrete information out of Kiara at the moment. But who knows! Anything’s bound to happen during their conversation.

“ Ooo, confess everything to you, huh? Sorry t’ say but I don’t spill my guts to just about anyone, even a woman of the cloth. ” He gives her a smile. “ All that kinda stuff is meant for close people only. But hey, you’re more than happy to try. ” And there he goes snickering. Oh what a card. An absolute rascal. Some might even say a puckish rogue!

Suddenly his mood shifts. Kiara’s mention of how she would’ve modeled were it not for her faith, plus the mention of her height stirs something in him. Whether anything he’s about to say is genuine or not is really anyone’s guess. Though what will truly stand out is just how weirdly passionate he seems to come off about the subject.

“ Truth be told you’d make a damn fine model if it weren’t for the matter of your faith. And as much as I like to believe something like religion shouldn’t really keep anyone from doing things they may be interested in, end of the day that your decision alone to make. But I am gonna say this though; anyone who ridicules you for your height is a downright idiot. ”

“ People like that are too big of cowards! How can some random schmuck say that a woman of your stature and looks isn’t beautiful as hell? Ridiculous! Dumb bastard has to be blind. Like I said, if things were different you would be a fantastic model. One of our top best! Can you imagine the sorts of crowds you’d be able to draw in? If this city wound up having a fashion show one day I bet you anything there would be soooo many people coming in just t’ catch a glimpse of you. It’d be fuckin’ ridiculous! ”

“ Oh and uh, sorry ‘bout all the swearing by the way. But yeah, I’d love to show ya my work. ”

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    𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒. Even if the subject is a woman of fictitious truths, they will begin believing their own lies just to leech his attention. She, a perpetrator of egotism, is certainly garnering an appetite for it. “Goodness! I hardly know how to respond. You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you, Victor?’’

     A tad tattered around the edges of his speech, but eloquence is not always a demanding quality in partners. A wide margin of suitors prefer their partners to have that ‘bad boy/girl’ trait; a rebellious streak that can incite the thought that being with them is ‘fun’. Additionally, their loyalty comes fierce. While he’s extracting the merits of hiring her as a model, she’s extracting the merits of having him as a follower. 

     Yes, he would defend her no matter what.       If she could capture his heart, that is, but there’s a likelihood he’s already been tamed by someone else. 

      Puppies really are just so cute, too cute.

    “Not at all. It must be liberating to free yourself of verbal restrictions. If you feel refreshed enough, I would like to take you up on that offer. You struck a point there in your argument, mentioning something about ‘crowds’...? If I wear a few of your outfits, who knows? Perhaps I could reconsider my stance. Ufufu.”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻 (𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓮𝓭𝓫).

So, this Servant was familiar with Chaldea– that was a relief. Some that she had encountered were completely unfamiliar with it, and Medb found such situations to be frustrating.

“I suppose you’re right, but I’ve been wandering around for a short while now.” The Rider shrugged. “I’ve hardly seen anything besides overgrown debris and fog.”

Medb frowned as she spoke. She was almost jealous– just what had this other Servant encountered that Medb had not? She wanted to experience all the dangerous event flags and bosses for herself, too.

“Mini or final, I haven’t dealt with anything like a boss.”

Now, she was just pouting.

“I haven’t seen any monsters, yet, either… how boring! I want to let loose a little…”

Medb assumed that Kiara would understand what she meant– they were both Servants after all, so how could she not?

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     𝒪𝒽, 𝒦𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈. It is simply that their definitions of ‘letting loose’ vary greatly. Judging from her tales, she would dare assume that Queen Medb could indulge even her, but she’ll behave...

      For now, the logical part of her wishes to decode this fabricated setting and figure out the individual values controlling their eyesight.

    “Could it be because we are the villains?” 

     Aureate eyes connect with the Rider’s, a seemingly trademark quality of those possessing adverse natures. “I would wager that what we see varies on our inner workings. It imitates a Secret Garden of sorts, one that has surfaced to reality. I imagine advocates of justice envision far more enemies, as they are accustomed to scenes where they play hero. Us, however...” She doesn’t continue the thought.

     “Why do you suppose you see debris and fog? Does the nature of this city take on a form of purgatory for you?”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽.

♐ ] Strange. Something didn’t quite match by his insight, as there is a disconnect between words and their meanings. Her mouth says certain things, but their purpose appears more than a surface could show. Never mind her welcoming tone, as genuine it seemed he couldn’t shake a feeling. Though as to what it was exactly, even he didn’t know yet. Just to watch his words for now and observe. Gaze lifting off the idol, he’d turn focus onto and study her carefully. “My father wasn’t exactly the best of men.” Then again, neither was he.

“..Who doesn’t have burdens? Imagine even you have a few.” Not to shift focus onto her, just bring attention to the empty statement. “Though if you’d entertain me, I just think this is all funny to be honest.” Hands would look for pockets before burying into them, eyes narrowing ever slightly. “Why do you insist on your faith? Considering these.. conditions, doesn’t it seem pointless?” His cynicism had shown itself, with challenge issued. A minor peek into her mind, and test of truth.

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    𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓃. Even if her truths become distorted over time, the core essence of her character remains founded on Esoteric Buddhist beliefs. “’By aspiring to become enlightened and by having a firm faith in the vows of the Buddhas, we know that in and of themselves the essential nature of all things is pure at heart.’ Although your father may have strayed from the path, I believe we both understand that he too, was once virtuous.” 

     No matter how juvenile his spirit at the time. At some interval, his dharma must have corrupted itself into adharma -- for it to spread to his son, however, was a twist of karma. “It does not. Regardless of our circumstances, we must not submit ourselves to nihilism. If life is an endless cycle of suffering, then we must find a way to free ourselves. Salvation is the only way... though there exists those who do not wish to be saved.” His shadow flickers in her eyes, aging itself with golden wrinkles. “Do you believe that you can be saved?”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽.

Maybe so. But, it wouldn’t stop him from trying if the opportunity presented itself to him. Not like this though, not when his bare hands are the most lethal thing he can muster. “I’d almost question what made you this way. But I just don’t give a damn.” He wouldn’t care even if she shared some twisted story painting her as a victim. The man hated her, to her very core.

Perhaps it was that fact that fuels him still to some extent. That even with his jagged sense of time and distortions, it was one thing he could be certain of that wouldn’t leave him. For better, or for worse. It reminds him, to keep on his toes. “Strange this place is, I have no obligations here. But, I guess I have one now.” Did she catch on to implication? His glare should make it obvious. “Don’t you even think of about doing anything like you’ve done before again. Unless you want a reminder of how it ends.”

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   𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒? A hero would not be a hero if not for their stalwart qualities, she supposes. They only know to persist restlessly with unwavering purpose, no matter how futile it is. He cannot even claim the victory of defeating her by himself. One would think he’d learn from failure by now. “My, for someone who seems to pleasure himself from being a nobody, you certainly take pride in branding yourself as my enemy.”

      It is the height of dishonesty! Unbeknownst to him, he forges himself an identity as her eradicator despite being ‘nameless’. “Yet, it pleases me to see you this way. Please, I implore you to try extinguishing me once more. I am defenseless, without a single follower to spare as a shield. You wouldn’t bring harm to an innocent woman, would you?” Oh, but he has.“I do intend on reclaiming my identity. I am incapacitated now, but not for long. Will you try your best to match my pace? If you do, we may be able to climax together.~”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓪𝓷.

A nun really isn’t what he expected to be caught from peeping but he supposes it really makes no difference. She says she’s looking for a temple… There were some around here but he isn’t sure how close or where so he might as well not say anything.

Apperances aren’t what you should be judging a person by, not here and frankly not anywhere. But he isn’t smelling a threat in the situation so Ogata lowers his rifle and sets it against a nearby rock. 

“ Ah well something happened…. “

His hand strokes through the damp hair. That’s far as his explanation goes but granted the mudded clothes are there to tattle. He thought of cleaning them but figured drying would take a little too long.

“ I do have this. “

He’s not talking about this butt. Just few steps ahead there’s a start of a campfire, yet to be lighted. Ogata squats down to his back, grabbing a lighter from his bag. At very least it didn’t get any mud on it. 

The fire starts slow, flickering. Ogata hands are wrapped around his arms, lightly massaging the skin for warmth. Finally he turns around, back against the fire to get warmer.

“ It’s not like I have anything to be ashamed of. “

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    𝒜𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉. 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉...! A rush of euphoria washes over the nun as she realizes this. The blatant disregard for morality is stunning.

      “Something happened, you say?” That conspicuous pile of clothing provides numerous explanations, many of which provide an interesting timeline of events for this mountain man. “That really is no good...” Though, as always, her ambiguity turns everything she says into a double entendre. 

      Kiara has no reason to worry for those who’ve intentionally lost their way, but her eyes can’t seem to escape him. “To bear no shame is something I admire greatly. Even I am still learning how to renounce myself of such earthly insecurities... it appears my heart cannot help but fear people finding me vulgar.”

      Yet, prostrating oneself beneath a waterfall is something she’d yet to do. Considering her company, now’s as good a time as any.

      “Shall I strip...?” Even if he rebukes, she’s already beginning to do so. “Are you familiar with the Yamabushi? They are mountain monks who strengthen their spirits just as you have done. They tend to travel long and far in order to reach the top of the mountains. Have you seen it? What lies beyond this beaten path?”

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𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 (𝓚𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓪).

“Haah? I was hoping to find a place to permanently rest in this realm and yet you had the nose to sniff me out, did you?” A Servant of the Alter Ego class stood before the Assassin. No, it would be best to address them with their proper titles. The Alter Ego was actually Beast III/R, and the Assassin Beast III/L. Two sides of the same coin, partners that were destined to be drawn together.

“Tch.” But this ‘Kiara Sesshoin’ gave Kamadeva goosebumps. The idea of being ‘partners’ in any sense of the world disgusted her. 

“You’re an eyesore. Leave me be.”

@bcdhisattva​

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     𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃. To think that she is still found repulsive after all this time, even after everything’s that happened. Aah, ah. They will never get along like this. “My, my. Such ferocity. Won’t you be civil here? We can be ‘sore losers’ together in this realm!” Yes, all things considered, to be united once again in this universe is a sign. A poor one, no doubt, but she can’t resist the thought of pursuing her!

      “Ufufu, what kind of woman would I be if I ignored a lost child in the middle of the road? Now, where exactly were you headed? Hm?” 

      Could it be that bakery over there? Or those two street performers trying to wrestle each other for money? 

[bcdhisattva]

Angsty Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters

“The most important thing is, you got to give the people what they want, even if it kills you.”

“You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me.”

“Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”

“Am I a good person?”

“That’s the problem with life, either you know what you want and you don’t get what you want, or you get what you want and then you don’t know what you want.“ 

“There’s nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what’s ahead." 

"Family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance." 

“I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.” 

“You didn’t know me and then you fell in love with me. And now you know me.” 

“Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets”.

“We’re just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.” 

“I don’t think I believe in ‘deep down’. I think that all you are is just the things that you do.”

“You were born broken, that’s your birthright.”

“You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy.”

“you’re a selfish goddamn coward who just takes whatever he wants and doesn’t give a shit about who he hurts. That’s you.”

“You know, it’s funny… when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

“I’m sorry, alright? I screwed up, I- I know I screwed up.”

“You can’t keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!”

“You are all the things that are wrong with you.”

“Fuck, man. What else is there to say?”

“We’re not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten.”

“The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.”

“I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.”

“He’s so stupid he doesn’t realize how miserable he should be. I envy that.”

“It’s not about being happy, that is the thing. I’m just trying to get through each day.”

“I can’t keep asking myself ‘Am I happy?’ It just makes me more miserable.”

“It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see it doesn’t have to be that way.”

“When you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. It’s not you, you tell yourself. It’s that bad thing you did.”

“It’s so cruel to let people love you. All you’re doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts.”

“One day, you’re gonna look around and you’re going to realize that everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world.”

“There are some people you can’t save. Cause those people will thrash and struggle, and try to take you down with them.”

“ Hey, I wanted to talk to you about… you know. I feel bad about what happened.”

“I don’t forgive you.”

“No. I’m not gonna give you closure. You don’t get that. You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it’s never, ever going to be okay!”

“You have to believe me. I did everything I could.”

“I had a good life, but what I needed then was a friend! And you abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that.”

“Now get the fuck out of my house!”

“ Look, I’m sorry about all the stuff I said about you earlier.”

“Do you… do you think it’s too late for me? I mean, am, am, am I just doomed to be the person that I am? “

“I, I, I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.”

“I just wanted to tell you that I know. I know you want to be happy, but you won’t be… and I’m sorry.”

“ What more do you want? What else could the universe possibly owe you? “

“I want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don’t know how. I don’t know if I can.”

“If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

“ You can’t just disappear. You really hurt a lot of people.”

“In this terrifying world, all we have are the connections that we make.”

“It’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.”

“You like being there to rescue me. Because it makes you feel good about yourself.”

“ You know that I don’t do the whole love thing. Either you end up hurting someone or they hurt you. So what’s the point?”

“ Uh…. Oh, god, I’m drowning. I feel like I’m drowning.”

“Hey, we have all done shitty stuff before. Most of us aren’t as proud of it as you seem to be.”

“It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier.”

“I can’t keep lying to myself thinking I’m gonna change, I’m poison.”

“I come from poison and I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That’s my legacy.”

“I have nothing to show for the life I have lived. And I have nobody in my life who’s better off for having known me.”

“You’re gonna wanna kill yourself, and there’s going to be no one left to stop you.” 

[bcdhisattva]

               @sanpatron​​​: ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜

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    𝒪𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓌, he mustn’t be so pessimistic. There is far more to life than initial impressions. Though, if he ever does succumb to the passionate throes of life and wilt away… she hopes he will have the decency to invite her to watch.

     “Whyever would you be surprised, Victor? Your current position in society seems promising, and fashion never dies. It only keeps up with the times.” Unless he partakes in heinous and potentially life-threatening activities on the side? My, wouldn’t that be a predicament? The likelihood of his survival in the coming years would thin considerably! 

      “Perhaps you require guidance in your life. A hand that can shield you from the unpredictabilities of mortality. ...Do you have a moment to speak with me about the one who has thus gone, Sage of the Śākyas, Buddha?”

[bcdhisattva]

                       @ooehaze​: ❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜ 

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    𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝑔𝒶𝓇, but it is not as if she dislikes that trait in others. Treating her duties as a nun seriously, she believes lustful bodies should only present themselves and unionize under a singular purpose, but... hm. If she were still a participant in online groups, would displaying a photo like that recruit more followers? 

    “How mischievous, Shuten. Yet, such a thing is your greatest asset.” Ufufu, see what she did there? “Nowadays, there is an entirely different world out there called social media. Surely, if you created an account for yourself, you would amass a cult following.”

[bcdhisattva]

𝓐𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷 (𝓢𝓱𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓳𝓲).

“I’d say you’ve got the gist of it. It’s quite strong on the tongue, and with a taste that lingers well after it has slid into your gullet… It makes the body warm and the head hazy, if your stomach lets you keep it down…” Shuten cackled; her sharpened  fangs quite clearly prominent as she flashed the nun a toothy smile. “I’ve heard others disagree, but… Aah… The world is so terribly full of philistines… They just don’t seem to understand that some things are more of an acquired taste…”

If Kiara chose to play with ambiguities, her answer was every bit as vague. Much less vague however, was her body language. As between the placing of her half-filled saucer into the woman’s hands, and her gentle patting of the bloodstained soil beside her, she made every indication of welcoming Kiara’s presence. And why not? Food and drink were always more pleasant with open minded company. 

“I wonder… When was I last able to indulge so freely?” She mused quietly, motioning all the while for the raven haired woman to pass back their shared beverage whenever she had had her fill for the moment. “I suppose it’s been quite a while since I’ve last ‘cut loose’…”

To be more precise — she had not had the proper chance at all, during her time as a Servant of Chaldea. Though it had a tad bit less to do with her whims, and more to do with their darling Master’s moral fiber. As well as Shuten’s own belief in adhering to the terms of their contract, even in spite of her more dubious wants.

“I’ve had no shortage of fun since arriving in this city. Mm… Needless to say, I do like it more than the alternative, even if Master and the others make it fun to ‘sit up straight’…”

“That is how I feel — and yet as I sit here I’ve also made a despairingly sober realization… Feast and famine… To know one without the other is quite maddening, despite what some might say…”

After all — how could one feel the pleasure of scratching an itch, without having that proper itch in the first place? Both highs and lows were essential to living. And while she was rarely the sort to complain about her current Servanthood, there was no denying that it made her stomach more of an afterthought than she would have liked.

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     𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒, cannibalism is unlikely to ever be an acquired taste of hers. In regards to how she prepares her prey, she prefers them alive and marinaded in sweat, consumed in ways that are equally as gratifying on a scale of physical pleasure. The oni fills herself orally, while she fills herself, well...

       Sexual fantasies aside, she really should be attentive of her host’s newfound appreciation for freedom. The sake is resigning her from a night of loneliness, after all, and it’s varnishing her throat in a feverish warmth that she quite welcomes. “I breed a similar madness. When I signed my oath with Chaldea’s Master, I made a vow of abstinence. While it was utterly against my own teachings, the thought of turning an act I once practiced religiously as ‘taboo’ gave me a new outlook on it. Not being able to have what I wanted whenever I wanted made me crave it all the more.”

       Shuten surely empathizes, considering all Kiara did was branch off the same vein of thought. What she presently indulges in is the ‘feast’ stage following famine; rain after a drought. “Alas, that would mean your high will eventually come to an end.”

       Dining without restraint in such a way will eventually make her forget the longing created by hunger. Handing the saucer back, she folds her hands on her lap, feeling the dampness saturating the slitted tunic tucked beneath her knees. 

      “I am curious to see what will become of us without a Master in this realm. For an organization dedicated to saving all of humanity, I wonder why they would purposefully utilize a system that employs even the most ill-famed legends. You and I... could we possibly be considered heroes?

        Or was their faith in us simply, and foolishly, unwavering?” 

[bcdhisattva]

𝓘𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽.

♐ ] Hope. It drives people as a definite, intangible force. The motivation for some to even get out of bed in the morning, or for others to continue- to push on even when things seem pointless. It was something he had once, but these days it’s more difficult to say for one reason or another. Maybe that’s why he was here.

Or, he was just restless as he normally was. That said, the voice of someone else wasn’t what he wanted. At least, not from a stranger. Fists would relax as he eases and relieves his own tension, giving the mannered woman at least the courtesy. “Something like that. This was something my dad spoke of once.” He rather keep his distance from a nun, but considering how she approached first that seemed unlikely. 

“Do you live here? Or, are you just a staunch believer?”

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     𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇? Devoured by despair, it is unlikely that he would recall anything other than his libido for killing. Retaining one’s memories -- to the point of reminiscing on them -- is a sign of preserved virtue. “Aah, I see. You must miss him if his voice has carried you to me.”

       As usual, there is an enigmatic promiscuity in her voice. Some of her followers perceive it to be an invitation of something comforting -- maternal, even, for those who are innocent -- while others revere it as something to be either feared or worshipped. Regardless of how he interprets it, she’ll lure him in with it nonetheless. “Why, I’m a bodhisattva in training.” She notices the strain in his wrists, and takes one step closer.

      “Our teachings encourage that we relinquish our suffering. Though you may not be a believer, it is always advised to relieve the burdens weighing down your heart. Here is an ideal place for it. Perhaps, that is why your father spoke of this place?”