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Ritsuka squads down in front of Alya who leans against the wall, sat on the wooden floor in the library. "Alya, can I hold your hand?"

He cracks his eyes open when someone walks to stand in front of him, a blank and bleary gold. Who... oh, it’s Ritsuka. Alter has had time and occasion to blink himself fully awake as Ritsuka crouches down in front of him.

From anyone else, the request would have been strange.

But this is Ritsuka, who has asked weirder things. So Alter merely sighs and holds his hand out for Ritsuka to take. There’s no reason behind the request, Alter is sure. Just the desire to hold on to someone else and the odd level of affection he insists upon having for a broken weapon. 

That’s his problem, Alter supposes. He leans back and closes his eyes once more. “You’re grossly sentimental.”

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alter is a valid person, a valid servnat. pls.

“Person, no. Servant, yes. Servnat, perhaps, I’m not quite certain.”

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if it were possible for haru to get smaller, well, behold. "...a potion of youth got spilled." on him, presumably, as he currently stands in oversized clothing, looking rather like an awkwardly skinny baby. "i asked da vinci to help, but she said it'd take a while to reverse-engineer a solution..."

The strange appearance of course warrants skepticism, a raised eyebrow from Alter even after Haru offers up the explanation. A potion of youth, hm? He’s amazed anyone even kept such a thing around, even if it is a decent craft essence, simply because of how easy it would be to cause chaos with. 

Case in point.

Alter remains his impassive deadpan even as he leans over. He picks Haru up, holding him under the armpits and lifting him into the air as if (ostensibly) to inspect the changes. “Hmm.” A studious frown. “You say a spilled youth potion, but you don’t seem to look any different than you usually do.” He can’t resist the opportunity to give Haru a hard time, just a little bit.

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gywir‌.

                    “  that it is.  ”     —–  the constant clicks and scrapes do little to deter his curiosity,  feet lifting hesitantly from where they’ve planted to draw closer,  close enough to peer over his shoulder.     “  guns ?  they have certainly evolved quite a bit from what i last saw of them.  did you make them yourself?   ”

Alter does finally look up ad Bedivere when he draws closer, an impassive gaze coloured with a tinge of wariness. (What does he want, how close is this interloper going to get?)       For now, Alter will allow him to remain.

“In the sense that I called them into reality and made them unique. Someone else made the original, which I copied and then added my own modifications. I guess it depends on how you define ‘made’.” In the way that one makes a forged painting, scrawls another skyline onto a Starry Night. Alter distrusts applying any sense of creativity to himself. “When did you last see a gun? You’re one of the knights, so I assume you mostly do swords--?” Unless he ended up in a modern era to watch firearms, there doesn’t seem much to remember.

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fukainoumi‌.

                               at that, the mantle of his mouthpiece brandishes itself with unveiled umbrage.   ❝    weren’t you once more than just a weapon? don’t you want to become something else?  it saddens me that the dignity of history’s heroes is being thrown around like disposable trash.     ❞    Fai doesn’t smother his words in inculpability drenched in credulousness, he sculpts them from heaps of sticky veracity procreated by his heart’s morality. there was no honor conceived of stealing myths or monuments, and delineating them to exemplify a single individual’s parsimonious salacity. none. his tongue was a viper’s tooth, sharpened and poised to puncture idle compliance.

So the mage is angry. He’s not alone; even if there are few mages who bother with seeing Servants as targets for morality; those that do, do so with a fervor and fury. Unfortunate, then, that it’s Alter he speaks to. Other Servants might be inclined to agree, might have memories of a life that meant something or was not laden with apathetic slaughter. If Alter was ever more than a weapon, he has no inclination to know what that time was like. He meets Fai’s gaze with his own, a dull gold that does not waver to Fai’s luminescent passions. “No, never. To both of your questions. If I am not a weapon, I have no meaning.”

He is a Counter Guardian, the only purpose is to kill. Take that away and he becomes nameless, formless, functionless, even more of a non-entity than before. “I am also not a hero of humanity, though that applies only to me rather than to any of the others on this field. Turn your fury to them if you wish for someone to commiserate.”

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rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes  part one  ( 1 - 5 ) / part two  ( 6 - 12 ) 

“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ” “ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ” “ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ” “ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ” “ fear is the absence of understanding. ” “ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ” “ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ” “ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ” “ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ” “ the body is rot waiting to happen. ” “ you will never have loved for nothing. ” “ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ” “ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ” “ we don’t know where you came from. ” “ we need you to go back. ” “ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ” “ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ” “ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ” “ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ” “ if only you weren’t less human for it. ” “ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ” “ die due to carelessness. ” “ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ” “ you are dazzling and terrifying. ” “ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ” “ pick a place and die there. ” “ i know you mean well. ” “ may fortune favor the fuckups. ” “ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ” “ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ” “ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ” “ i worry. ” “ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ” “ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ” “ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ” “ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ” “ make room for small, fragile things. ” “ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ” “ stranger things have happened. ” “ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ” “ let none be the noose. ” “ take what you can and run. ” “ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ” “ understanding builds bridges. ” “ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ” “ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ” “ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ” “ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ” “ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ” “ you were a plague none were prepared for. ” “ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ” “ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ” “ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ” “ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ” “ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ” “ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ” “ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ” “ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ” “ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ” “ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ” “ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ” “ even spectres can tire. ” “ it pays to kill with kindness. ” “ you’re your own worst enemy. ” “ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ” “ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ” “ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ” “ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”

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rottingwomb‌.

          ❝ You hardly even made the attempt to consider it. How picky you are in which death you’d like. This is precisely why you’re still alive. ❞ Should Kiara not have needed to save face before the rest of Chaldea, she would have strangled him already.

“I’m not alive, just still breathing to vex you specifically. If you want to kill me, you have to do it yourself. With all the fighting that entails.” He’s well aware it looks bad for her if she does that now, which is why it’s easier to push at her. (Though the same strikes true for him.) “Get your hands dirty directly for once, but that’s not a guise befitting you.”

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sanctuscalix‌.

「 Yes, I am a mage. 」

That was her response, arms at a ninety degree angle as she held her hands in front of her. However, his glance of confusion the moment eyes catch startles her, just slightly. Morgana had never met this man before now, though he seems to recognize her profile, just slightly. Had he met her sister? Perhaps that was what it was. Debating for a moment, a hand lifted to the veil, removing it.

「 I will give my name if you delight me with the knowledge of your’s, dear Archer. After all, it’s only fair for the gentleman to give his before the lady’s, no? 」

Her honeyed tone was teasing, the ever familiar face presented to him. Arturia and Morgana looked almost identical, save for the hair color and the red color of her lips.

“Good.” He can make use of mages. Alter fails to react with any sort of surprise when she removes the veil. It was already semi-translucent, he understood the vague outlines of her face. Seeing it in clarity doesn’t shake Alter nor his expression -- just a confirmation of what he suspected she would look like. Another Artoria.

He’s hardly a gentleman, so he fails to see why that rule should apply to him. “I don’t have a name. I’m not a proper Heroic Spirit.” It’s not a lie. The name that’s ‘his’ may as well be forgotten, almost entirely scratched off his origin. “I’m called Alter or Emiya. You’re related to the Artorias, aren’t you?”

That’s confirmation enough that he knows her sister. Though there’s only one of the few Artorias that Alter has any specific alliance to. The assumption that he’s met another of the Kings changes nothing with that aspect, just reassures him that he’s not hallucinating familiarity or has someone he’s forgotten.

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aswestandtogether‌.

After their talk Caster is most of the time silent. Each corner, street, car, bus and intersection are taken in. Blue orbs suck up all the information and route, the address is written in his memory. For now that’s the only information that’s high priority.

As they enter the apartment he scans around. Inside he moves, the allowance of his Master made it easier. It’s not like he wouldn’t do it anyways; He has to make escape routines in case they get flanked in the apartment. Masters are easier to hurt than servants, servants don’t need a door to enter a home.

The walk in the apartment is slow, a staff is in his hand and a white veil that tints the colour blue appears and disappears.. Gem after gem appears, runes he wield into the walls, floor, door and ceilings. A soft hushed tone of Irish and Japanese, blood drips from his fingers as each gem has a rune drawn on them. Some runes are drawn on the underside of chairs, bed, table and a few other props that could come in handy.

Most of the apartment now has his runes guarding the area. Setting it up, he heads back to his master as he looks at the arrangement of guns.

‘’ I need to set my runes in them. It’s good that you have something against the other masters but these guns will do almost nothing against the servants. ‘’

From his hand palm he reveals smaller, more expensive looking gems as he sets them on the table.

‘’ It won’t mess up the weapons. I just push the gem in the handle of the gun, knife or any form of weapon you will use.’’

He lets the staff lean against his shoulder. His staff is of white wood, wrapped around as a blue orb is at the top of the staff. A blue orb that reminds most of the sky, a sky that is sucked into a wormhole. A few flowers stick out from the wood.

‘’ After that I need to set up a few more things outside.’’

Outside he could pull some mana from a few places to stock some more up. Since his Master is nearly wrung dry when it came to magic he won’t bother his body. Caster is sleepy, yet he knows he has to focus now before he can take a nap.

Emiya watches calmly as Caster sets up whatever it is he’s setting up. It’s rather interesting, thought Emiya can feel the drain it’s taking upon his energy. “Yeah. Whatever you just did took a hell of a lot out of me. Give me a moment.” He’s tired, but there’s things to set out first before the energy depletion sets in. It manifests mostly as Emiya being rather dizzy, feeling more distant from his body than normal, but he can adapt to that. It’s not like he usually feels very centered. He moves around with a determined confidence to gather his main weapons. Three pistols, a sniper rifle, and a jackknife. He places them down on the table near the gemstones. “These ones are my main weapons. I’ll get you more mana in a moment.”

He came prepared for that, too. It’s no surprise -- he works with mages and magic so often, despite being barely a mage himself, that he needed to find an equalizer. Or just something to make him a little more useful for whatever his employers might need. In this case, it’s a large vial inside his refrigerator, full of a sickly-pink liquid, and a disposable syringe retrieved from a drawer in his kitchen. Not exactly a normal house that Ritsuka’s found himself in. If that weren’t obvious.

Emiya sighs and rolls the vial between his hands to reconstitute the liquid inside. It’s a practiced motion to tear open the syringe and draw a few milliliters of fluid from the vial into it. He reaches behind himself, tugging his shirt collar down so he has a space to uncap the needle and position it over his spine.  

He doesn’t flinch when the needle punctures skin, instead pushing the plunger down and quickly removing the syringe from his back. “Shit hurts,” Emiya comments idly as his underused and poorly formed magic circuits are forced into functioning, energy skittering painfully along his nerves to spark open any mana reserves that Emiya has no conscious access to. But Emiya being able to access further reservoirs of mana would benefit Caster as well, an abrupt flood of energy into the Servant from his master.

He rolls his shoulders. Still moving. “Alright. That should be enough for you to go touch up anything. I’ll come with you outside if you want. If you need more mana after that, it’ll be another twenty minutes or so before I can use another ampoule without overloading my nervous system.” Dying isn’t on his to-do list, especially not dying from magic circuit overdose. He’s only got so many vials, too. Might as well use it sparingly for a while.

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>date fee

Date with Alter. Date Fee: $5000 Customer Comments: "It looked like it would be a fun day, but as it turns out... (Person in late 20s)"

Just another day of charging exorbitant fees for his presence and then forgetting to show up. According to plan.

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almost done with my pages but theyll be uploaded in a hot minute so!! Do you want a feral mathematician in your life? Do you want a man whose main hobby is giving snarky insults to people who distract him from his engineering? Do you want to deal with a Caster who is cursed that everything he makes will have a method installed to kill humans?

well if yes, you have some pretty bad taste! but so do i, so here’s an Archimedes blog.

independent Caster Archimedes of Fate/Extella, with FGO mainverse based on /Link. Written by Dezember. Low-priority low-maintenance blog. extella/umbral star and extella/link spoilers will be present.

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If you're an Archer then why do you have guns :/

“Gilgamesh is an Archer, and he uses swords. Emiya himself rarely bothers with his bow. That cowboy child has a gun, the shepherd uses a slingshot, that commander with the hat uses guns. Why do you question me before them, if you’ve decided that Archer refers only to using a bow and arrow?”

Well, that’s just him being obnoxious. “I have guns because I like them.” Read: they’re cool. He wanted to be cool.

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sanctuscalix‌.

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「 I suppose I should extend my hand of assistance, as per Master’s orders. I don’t suppose you would care whether I did or did not, would you? 」

The Faerie Queen couldn’t have cared less, either. The woman simply awaited for the other’s response, staring directly at his face from behind her veil. Despite how thin it was and how the fabric was sheer, the black color of it obscured her features enough to hide her similar face.

“Not particularly. I’m capable of killing everyone I’m pointed at, though I won’t refuse support so long as it’s not in my way. A mage, aren’t you? Cast supports.” He might not need others around to help in order to win, but he also will take advantage of what mages he’s given access to. 

Alter catches her eyes, looking at her with sudden confusion. There’s something familiar about the shape of her profile, but he can’t place why, which is decidedly odd for him. “What’s your name?”

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Well, if it isn’t more things that seem like a useless message. The other one can say all he likes, sure, but Alter’s hardly drawn towards his mirrors. It’s not a philosophical thing he wants to explore, exactly. “I assumed we don’t want to be in each other’s space because we’re all fucking annoying.” Case in point.

A bad case of mismatching ideals.

“Sure thing, Shirou Emiya. Well, if you have nothing for me to do, I’ll be leaving.” there really isn’t a task, ah well. Alter makes good on his promise of shrugging and walking off; there’s no way he’s going to be able to sleep or get anything done here with this guy around and moping at him.

The other Alter did have a good point after all… what brought him to the other. Was it a fate to face him. However this didn’t really matter much to him.

“Shirou Emiya….” he muttered. “ we are all one but none of us really want to be in each others space… Maybe its a curse who knows.” He sat down on one of the near by chairs, rubbing the temple of his forehead. “We both not really human at all in the end… if we was we would both suffer more greatly. Heh… In the end the sword is the strongest after all”

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close your eyes and count to Ten one: there are people who count on you two: you cannot and will not do well enough three: you’ll have to lurk in the shadows better than that four: can you hear the bells from here five: help me six: lifeless. bodiless. seven: absolutely fucking vile eight: trust is just a name trust is just a name trust is just a name nine: you left without so much as a single word ten

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twisted-twosided-fate‌.

Mash had gotten a little to used to this entity constantly hovering over her. Her school bag was gone along with her shoes it would seem that she didn’t the best day at school “hmm lets see while i was cleaning up after gym my bag and my shoes disappeared when i asked my fellow classmates what had happened they only giggled”  Mash her self wasn’t to connected with how normal human interactions are so she doesn’t even understand that she was being bullied.

“my bag had gotten onto the roof some how i asked the teachers for assistance they said they’d get my bag for me tomorrow…go out?” she questioned before looking at her feet “i suppose we might have to sense i have to get new shoes..let me check to see if the doctor sent me my allowance for this week” 

Emiya listens to her explain the day with furrowed brows, a mix of confusion and mild concern at her story. That’s... odd. “I can get your bag for you pretty easily if you’d like to stop by the school. You shouldn’t leave your stuff on rooftops overnight.” It’ll get wet or something, plus it hardly seems helpful to anybody. Seems stupid of the teachers to make her leave it on the roof overnight.

Emiya might know next to nothing about people, this is only the second charge Emiya’s ever had, but it does seem like something’s off with this situation. “Gives me the impression that someone’s fucking with you, kid. Shoes don’t teleport. And besides, maybe they’re with your bag. Let’s check that first and then see if we need to buy you new ones.” He might not be much of a guardian in the human sense, but he can at least ignore security systems and laws of gravity when he wants to. Pretty useful for getting things off of roofs.

It is rather irritating to think that Mash’s classmates are mistreating her, but that’s a thing for him to get properly mad at only if he’s proven it.

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hcreath‌.

@cariosum​​ || Starter Call

“There’s some sort of practice where you repair broken things with gold, isn’t there?”

Hm, it’s times like these Tamar’s well aware of the fact that she’s distant from her own heritage and is almost surprised by the fact that she doesn’t care. The Ootori family gave her up, after all. Makes the Archer a piece of art in his own way, an artist’s eye notes features that she’d never be able to properly convey on paper. Unfortunate, that was one of the best parts of being here.

“Not that you’re broken, you’re in perfect condition, apologies. I spoke without thinking.”

“Kintsugi,” Alter answers easily. It is perhaps a coincidence that he resembles that art, or the sort of cosmic joke that he’s often subject to. An art form to make broken things more beautiful and more valuable, remind the owner that experiences outweigh the breakage. --He is, at least, beautiful for it, so long as one doesn’t think about it much. The softly glittering gold that spans his entire body, solidified magical energy that seems to produce its own barely-visible internal light; it’s objectively pretty.

Not that Alter finds much value in being pretty. He simply shrugs dismissively at her apology. “No, I’m broken. That’s what this is. A broken spirit origin, repaired with magic that manifests itself as gold to fill in the gaps in my body. Same thing as kintsugi, really.”