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As a Lancer, a former king, now business owner, this argument doesn’t concern him in the slightest.But if an actual battle does ensue; count this sun deity in as a neutral party who only wants to see how strong these two Riders are.

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|| Hey hello noodle back again bc they missed their boy so and here’s a starter call capping at 2 with a separate castmate cap of also 2! 

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Karna’s just gonna stay out of the other Servant’s squabbles and start prepping the sunflower shop displays for tomorrow’s opening.

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killuit:

“ Thang-Ta? ” The word repeated still failed to hold any meaning, which, the nature of this city’s inhabitants considered, is not a strange thing; the varying cultures hidden within the different people were limitless as far as he was concerned–a fine opportunity for infinite growth and development. “ I haven’t heard of it. But, I’ve never been taught to use a sword, so that’s not surprising. ” A shrug accompanies this statement. Actually, it’s likely this art doesn’t exist where I’m from at all.

A change in expression follows the suggestion offered, one of surprise; indeed, a desire to learn had flared in reaction to witnessing the man’s beautiful technique, but he did not expect to have that want met, and whatever the intent, whether by kindness or otherwise, it mattered little: an opportunity such as this did not often appear.

The initial shock in reaction to this offer is quickly shaken off.

“ Yeah! Actually, I was gonna ask if you’d be willing to show me. I have nothing but time in this city, so I figure it’s a good idea to learn as much as I can while I’m here. ”

Karna couldn’t help but to brighten up at the acceptance of the offer, though his expression did not show it. It was nice having someone to call a pupil. Truth be told, despite running a flower shop, the demigod had more time than he’d like on his hands as well. 

Complacent as this city was, Karna was a warrior by both caste and no amount of his more peaceful hobbies would ease the restlessness he felt to live at the end of a blade, whether it be sword or spear. Using teaching as an outlet for this was perfect.

❝ I am Karna, son of Surya.❞  he introduced, holding out his hand to shake.  ❝ And you? The sun is starting to set. Tomorrow at dawn, I shall begin teaching you the art of Thang-Ta at this very location. ❞

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despairinversion:

“You don’t? You should come meet her sometime! She’s one of the only Gods who’s nice to me. You’re missin’ out! I’m gonna teach you all about them. Let’s see here… I should have my field notes lyin’ around from when I traveled the world! I call it my birdie book. The Temple–um, palace–artist drew some great pictures.”

Just humor him, Karna. This explanation will only take about twelve hours.

“Oh, I think that’s a lovely name! It’s very regal!”

Karna was, in fact, going to humor him for the whole twelve hours, more if needed. Servants didn’t require sleep after all. The demigod took a seat.

❝ I’m glad you think so. Please, do show this ‘birdie book’. ❞

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killuit:

On a search for ways to occupy the time, his wanderings often take him far across the confounds of city, into the bustling urban crowds of districts and into regions more rural and forest-like. This hunt of his eased to routine, following other daily activities once depleted of interest, and he aimed to take paths yet unexplored.

Today’s travels took him far; a lush forest trail led to a thinning of the trees that bordered on the edge of a great field, this lonely space occupying a single individual–an individual so strong he could long detect the flaring aura, untamed and untrained though it billowed, and thus long concealed his own presence. Hiding himself behind a tree, he observed this target of interest, keeping a careful eye on the other’s meditative state until … faster than he could anticipate, the man lay waste to a nearby boulder.

He could not recall seeing a sword in action before, at least not to this masterful extent, and has much less ever attempted wielding such a weapon, the true potential unknown to him. Curiosity gaining precedence, Killua revealed himself from his hiding place to enter the field, his appearance announced with an impressed whistle.

“ Wow, I could tell you’re strong, but that’s more than I was expecting. ” Upon getting closer, he raises a hand in greeting (and bridles his pushy nature). “ Sorry, I saw you while passing by and stopped to watch. I’ve never seen a swordsman before. ” (The proximity allows him to get a glimpse of the wasted boulder, the remains, cleanly cut along the sharpest angles, telling of the other’s skill, and reason to feel all the more impressed.)

“ What kinda technique was that? ”

The demigod blinked as a child approached him. He looked at him with equal curiosity as he gripped the sword. When had the boy gotten there and how long had he been there? Karna didn’t perceive the strange child as a threat; but no normal child would be able to conceal their presence so carefully from him. 

Blinking, Karna awkwardly raised a hand up to greet in return.  ❝ Thang-Ta. An art of war I learned from my teacher when I was young. ❞ he answered.  ❝ My class is not Saber, but I thought I would master the sword further. ❞ 

Granted it might’ve been the snow white hair and the look of wonder when they were finally old enough to practice arts of war, but the boy reminded Karna of his younger sons back when he lived as a human. Since the boy showed interest, it wouldn’t hurt to teach him as he did his sons.  ❝ Would you care to learn? ❞ he proposed earnestly, tilting his head. Who knows, teaching might hone his own skill in the weapon.

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despairinversion:

“Do ya know the Goddess of Birds, too? I had birds from all over the world, but my favorite was a scarlet macaw. His name was Trinket. But macaws are too big for apartments.”

“Oh wow, oh wow, so cute! What does that name mean?”

❝ I’m afraid not. There was Garuda, who was the younger brother of my father’s charioteer. He protected humans from serpents by eating them. The most I ever saw birds myself was when my children played with their pet birds when I was human.❞

❝ It means ‘The Sky’.❞

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//starter call~~ open to kny mutuals only

capping at 2

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heraldedsummers:

“Ah, hello! Well, I do have something in mind in particular, but for now I’m looking around.“ 

She wanted to send something home to her family, something like Gerberas. Thinking about it more, she’d like to send a different flower for each member of her family. But she’s not quite sure yet.

Her eyes wander to the goldfish swimming around in the bag, the man was carrying. Piquing her curiosity. "Are you planning to do something the fish? Can I watch?” She could think of more flowers later. 

❝ When you’d like assistance, please do not hesitate.❞  Karna bowed, carefully holding the bag. 

He blinked at the girl’s question.  ❝ I was thinking to give the lotuses some company.❞ The pond felt strangely lonely, and so Karna had decided to buy some goldfish to liven it up a bit. He thought perhaps the customers would enjoy it as well. 

He wasn’t against her watching, however....  ❝ I apologize in advance if it will be boring for you.... I’m merely going to pour them in and feed them afterwards.❞ With that he bowed once more before taking his leave to the pond.

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// @killuit​

Battle was an art. In his life, Karna took it to upon himself to master any weapon he could. Of course, this resulted in a curse ultimately sealing his fate, but he still resolved to be the best warrior even in this new, peaceful life. 

As a Heroic Spirit, he was summoned as a Lancer. He could not complain, however lances and swords were his least proficient weapons despite his skill with them, but the demigod resolved to fix this.

He had chosen a quiet afternoon in a spacious and empty field, Karna in a composed state of meditation before standing, eyes closed and drawing himself into position to strike the boulder before him with his sword. No use of his Heroic Spirit skills, Karna burst forward, instilling his mind on the target. 

The demigod had only opening his eyes after he passed the boulder, turning to face it. It had begun to split cleanly into fragments, 85 to be exact, before falling into shrapnel. 

Hmph. He was aiming for 100.

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despairinversion:

“Many years ago I had lots of pet birdies!”

“I missed their songs, so I got this little one. What should we name him?”

❝ How fascinating.❞  he replied earnestly. 

❝ I do not have any experience with birds aside from gods, but I am honored you would ask my opinion as well.❞  Karna thought carefully.  ❝ What about Akash?❞

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despairinversion:

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“Herra Karna, behold!”

“I have purchased this beautiful neitokakadu to bring happiness and laughter to the household! Do you like him?”

Looking up from watering the household plants to the other that resided with him, the demigod’s heterochromatic eyes sparkled in delight at what Mica had held in his hands.

❝ I do. It’s a delightful little bird.❞  

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// I’m off semi-hiatus a lil early and have new icons for karna wahoo~~~

I’ll get to replies n starters i owe slowly but surely n I apologize to my partners U_U

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There was a young girl that visited his shop often. Sometimes just to look at the displays or the pond, sometimes would buy something. Karna didn’t mind either way, it was nice having someone who frequented and appreciated his flowers. Perhaps she shared an interest in gardening. 

❝ Have you come for a particular flower today,miss?❞  The demigod asked with a tilted head, carrying a fairly large bag of goldfish he intended to release in the lotus pond to give the flowers a bit more company. 

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Karna’s eyes sparkled in delight at how cute the tiny fuzzy spider was. The demigod was already enamored with the creature and how it perched so perfectly on the leaf, as if it were made for that. He was extremely tempted to let Emmet let them roam about the shop, but customers might not take as kindly...... He didn’t really question why they ate batteries. After all, fate was full of possibilities, and thus, the world was. Karna would be lying if he said he cared at all, with how smitten with the bug he was. 

❝ Please. I would be honored to raise such a cute creature.❞ He responded, no later than when his employee offered.He warmed up even more at the thought of witnessing it hatch, already having the perfect name in mind.

@sxryashakti // we talked about this like, once, and im gonna make it something

“It’s a joltik,” Emmet says, perched in a squat to be on eye level with the little yellow bug that’s perched on a broad calla lily leaf. “I raise them. Just ‘cause, I guess. Don’t worry, they won’t eat the plants. They just like fruits and batteries.” The second one is, perhaps, a little weirder, and Emmet realizes that on an intellectual level, people here probably aren’t used to animals that feed on latent electricity. (None of the outlets in the city even feature any anti-electric type guards, who would have thought.) But it’s just a natural thing for him to say. (Just as natural as always having a whole pack of rechargeable batteries in his back pocket for the joltik that are almost always on his person.)

He looks up at Karna. “Do you like bugs? You’re responsible. There’s a joltik egg ‘bout to hatch back in my apartment. I was considering offering it. If you want to raise a little electric pokemon.” It probably won’t evolve here in Koi, simply for lacking a need to, but they’re easy little things to care for, and Emmet just has… an odd desire to not be one of the chosen few with pokemon. Sharing is caring, right, and he already has three joltik, plus Riri.

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The demigod was still dissatisfied with her reply. Ritsuka should have known better that no lie escapes Karna and that he was just as stubborn. She definitely didn’t want to part with it and Karna would not allow her to. She was about to accept, as well.

❝ Ritsuka, please. I insist we share. It honors me that you would give this to me, but for me to have it all to myself would be something shameless.❞  Not that insisting that it should be shared wasn’t. 

Suddenly, Karna thought of something brillant.

❝ Since you have worked yourself quite tirelessly making all of us servants sweets, I will make you something in return. Until then, please save this for me.❞  With his mind made up, the demigod made his way to the kitchens of Chaldea to make something for Ritsuka in return.

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Ah, of course, he’d ask that. She offered something she loved to him with almost no internal doubt ( other than a very minute lingering sensation of not wanting to part with it ).

As expected of him to be able to catch such a fine detail ( though, now she felt like she had to keep her guard up slightly ).

Something about Karna being considerate always made her feel a sense of guilt. Could it be the immediacy of his words? The way he phrased it?

Though sharing it with him wouldn’t be a bad idea—

❝ Su— ❞

No, wait. 

She didn’t have extra plates or utensils on her and going to get it would mean having to walk all the way back to the kitchen. More tiramisu was in the kitchen fridge anyways so going back to get them would be the same as getting another cake. She didn’t want to go back to the kitchen, she was tired from trekking around today ( on top of standing to make her baked goods ).

Well, she CAN–––no. no. no. That would give even worse implications that even she wouldn’t be able to handle the repercussions of. It happened once and she didn’t want it to happen again.

But, she really didn’t want to go back, her room was right down the hall. She doesn’t want Karna to walk all the way back there either, even if he was willing to.

Ah, but she wanted him to have one of the good pieces too!!

O’lord have mercy on her.

All those thoughts in the span of 5 seconds—

❝ No, that’s fine! Actually, I insist that you enjoy it to its fullest! I can always go back to get more! ❞

However, knowing her luck— Ah, she could probably make another one. She had ingredients left over. 

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// i need new threads apparently, like this post for a starter, capping at 2.