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[grandchaos]

“Mroof?”

The voice was surely Cat’s, so you likely expect to see the bubbly Berserker behind you, only to turn and your face to be mere inches away from what can only be called a beast of prey.

It’s a surprise that there hasn’t been more havoc today with the feral version of Cat around, but nobody had seen ear nor paw of the beast. At least, until now. There’s several long moments of silence between the two of you before your gaze would naturally turn to the object... being held by her teeth. It looks like a little plush doll, of all things, depicting you with surprising chibi cuteness! 

The moment she registers you’ve seen it, it’s unceremoniously dropped from her maw as she skitters in place-- paws finally finding purchase on smooth hallway tiles before she barrels down it and away. 

..Happy Valentine’s Day?

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“Oi, Master. Hold on a second.” It wasn’t often that the Black King took the time to stop you in the halls, outside of when they wanted to drag you into some sort of simulation for training or to have you convince the kitchen staff to let them eat even more. Of course, that’s what you were likely expecting yet again when they caught up to you. 

“Here, take this already. I’m not good at this holiday crap, so don’t expect anything else from me, alright?” The wrapped object was practically shoved into your chest with enough force something might be bruised, but it was at least wrapped well. If anything, it was a touch surprising the Berserker could dedicate enough care to tie the ribbon. 

By the time you recover, Mordred is already halfway down the hall and then some, clearly not wanting to hear your thanks-- whether it came or not.

Unwrapping the oddly-shaped present, you find... a sheath? Indeed, it appears to be a black and gold sheath, with red highlights along the edge. It’s heavy enough you could mistake it for metal, but the chip on the edge from the King’s forceful shove gives way that it’s merely a chocolate replica of the sheath they have themselves...

The chocolate is very bitter, but there’s a hint of cherry as well.

[grandchaos]

“I was willing to forgive throwing me into battle, as you clearly knew that an illustrious captain such as I could handle giving orders in the front-line. I cut you slack using me to gather resources on the rare occasion. I could even, perhaps, forgive you for making me share my meals in the scant moments where supplies were rough.”

“BUT TO HAVE ME DELIVERING PACKAGES TO ROWDY CUSTOMERS WITH MY CREW?! THAT’S A STEP TOO FAR! THE ARGONAUTS ARE A CREW OF HEROES, NOT DELIVERYMEN! ESPECIALLY NOT HERACLES! THIS IS A TRIFLE COMPARED TO THE FEATS HE HAS ACHIEVED AND YOU’RE WASTING HIS TALENT ON SOMETHING AS MUNDANE AS THIS?! I CAN UNDERSTAND HAVING THE WITCHES WORK, THEIR MAGIC MAKES CLIMBING THESE WALLS A CAKEWALK. EVEN TEACHER AND ATLANTE HAVE INCREDIBLE AGILITY SO THEY MAKE LOGICAL SENSE. YET, HERE I AM, FORCED TO DO MENIAL LABOR?! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL JOKE IS THIS?!

...He’s piggybacking atop Heracles even as he says this. He’s barely lifted a finger this whole time...

[grandchaos]

“Damn, Master, you live like this?”

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“I can handle some of the lighter trips, there’s no need to be that worried about me.” Of course, she’s already halfway scaling up a wall, boxes tied tightly like a knapsack to her back as she glances down to the wheelchair on the floor below. Realistically she doesn’t need to rely on it all the time anymore but, well, perhaps this is a bit of an overreach for physical rehabilitation...

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“There... is a... problem...?” Of course, the giantess seems to have no issue getting to the higher floors... but more orders come in as people try buying more materials to fix all the damage she causes bumping into everything on the way.

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“What kinda building with so many floors doesn’t even have stairs..?” Never mind the fact that these damn boxes are so heavy...

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“Five more minutes, Master, please... You’re runnin’ this ol dog ragged with these boxes. Cut an old man some slack, eh? My bones are achin’!” Never mind the near deific figure was in the body of a youthful female... and is a Servant, at that.

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“So many...” The youth murmured, sliding the farm door in place with a sigh of relief. It was another day in this twisted place having to flee for her life from angered mobs of people, but at least she found a place to rest for the night. It was most certainly a lucky turn of events, so she took solace in the fact it happened at all. Any longer in the city itself and she’d perish. 

The Servant looked around, relieved perk of a smile dimming when she saw the animals around her. They all looked sickly, at best! Hurriedly she went to check stock, frowning at the realization that was creeping in. Up the ladder she went to check outside discreetly, indeed surmising the obvious. Crops were poor and, thanks to that, the farmer likely couldn’t afford fresh feed for the animals...

Gaze looked skywards, making sure the sky was dark and, indeed, that mirrored reality above was nowhere in sight thanks to it. Hurriedly she left the cover and safety of a building out into the near barren crops of the field, gaze looking ‘round once more before she set to work.

Voice hummed, golden light shimmering in her hands before magic took form of a guitar. Notes strummed, resonating as her voice carried through the chill air of the night. Light shimmered from her form, taking root in the dirt below as one would be forgiven for mistaking the crops as joining in on the song. Dirt stirred, once dry foliage flourishing green as life was poured into the very earth itself and it returned with earnest. 

The Servant played and the Earth listened. Where once she stood alone, now she was nearly entirely obscured with thick vegetation all around. Vegetables plump and ripe for the picking all around as her voice began to lower and guitar of energy dissipate in her grasp.

It was only then that she realized someone was behind her, making the woman yelp and spin around at the presence. The young man jumped as well, clearly startled by her sudden movement.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, waving hands wildly in worry for getting trouble for her actions, or worse, get another mob called upon her.

“Sorry?” the farmer asked, look around at the vibrant life around them, “I should be thanking you! I was worried how we’d pay for the farm this month!” 

It was strange. Of course someone would be happy to see their plant-life thriving, but everyone else was so hostile that it took her a moment to register the other was, in fact, being kind to her. The Servant laughed, a mix of embarrassment and nerves.

“Well, I’m just happy to help..” She admitted, already turning to leave before a hand took her own, practically tugging her along toward the house proper of the farm.

“Now don’t give me that! You clearly don’t have a place to stay so you’re gonna be getting a good meal and some shut-eye here.” He affirmed, leaving her much to culture-shocked after her time in the city proper to do little more than be confused up the patio steps and into the home itself!

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gemsofchaldea​:

“This isn’t me saying I don’t believe in you, but don’t you think a fight between the two of you would end badly for most of Chaldea? And more specifically me?”

She puts a hand on Vitch’s gun and lowers it for the other

“Ah, but Master...” It’s said with an already defeated tone, as she flips the small mechanism that lets the cartridge slide back out of her gun. “It wouldn’t even be that much of a fight. I could have the entire west hallway rigged to blow in five minutes tops!”

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gemsofchaldea​:

“Perhaps if that bunny wasn’t split into light and dark and didn’t also get summoned you wouldn’t have to fight yourself for attention.”

“So what you’re saying is all I have to do is get rid of the dark half? Understood, Master! I’m so glad you agree!” And just like that the waterworks are gone, a small handgun taken out from one end of her shawl and the clip from the other; expertly slid in and safety popped off. 

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@gemsofchaldea​ replied: Hosanna vc: :I

“Master can be so cruel... Making a poor bunny have to fight for attention amidst all these foxes... Boo hoo.. hoo..”

[grandchaos]

“Eh? Master, why are you looking at me like that? Wait... that smell... don’t tell me you summoned another Tamamo. You really should stop making it a habit, or else I’ll start thinking you don’t appreciate your bunny’s hard work... To think I’ve been giving you a discount and you repay me like this...” Practiced crocodile tears and all. Give her a moment, she’ll get over it when she realizes it’s not working.

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“. . . Why are you looking at me like that? Your awe was only to be expected, but you look equally as woeful! To think you’d be disappointed summoning a great hero such as I! Just for that, I won’t allow you to put me in the front lines! I’ll just take a tactician role until you realize how to greet a hero correctly!” Are they actually tearing up? He remembers that blasted Okeanos incident but this is rather extreme, isn’t it?

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