“Y’know what? Someone really ought to stop Master. Because at this point? They’ll suffer somethin’ far worse than death.”
The Servants look at the young gunshooter with mixed expressions. Raised brows, tired faces, condescending smiles--
“And you don’t think her hundreds of Servants know that? Even Heracles once stopped Master from going out to train before pointing to her bed to rest a little more.” Hundred faces responds from the shadows, their outline barely visible against the dark corner.
“Of course I know.” The blond young man rolls his eyes as he watches their Master’s form clutching her hand with the command seals, screaming her Servants’ names as she lost them to the creature that advanced with terrifying speed.
What a mess.
Even without thorough knowledge of magic, everyone could practically see that Fujimaru Ritsuka’s nervous system is barely supported by the hundreds and hundreds of blessings inside her body.
At the same time, the lethal curses and poison inflicted by her own Servants just marginally fought back the impurities that do not belong to her body.
What of her mental state? Billy catches sight of black flames rounding the corner, followed by a pair of bright butterfly wings.
Shit really is fucked if incomplete people, ghosts- weapons like them want to chain this human down to a bed and have them get a good eight-hours worth of rest. Vacation time outside of their bullshit shenanigans that cause the Master serious headache too.
Geronimo pursed his lips as he looks sadly at the Master who was crying yet growling out orders of attack, never letting her knees touch the ground with the Zemlupus boy protecting them from stray debris and onslaught, “All that we can do is support her no matter what. For that is her will, we must obey.”
And as Servants with a contract, they are influenced by their Master to stand by her side even as something inside them keeps screaming to not let the single human who understood them like a mirror die.
“Billy the Kid, Geronimo, Kiyohime! You guys are up! Please head to the deck ASAP!” Da Vinci’s voice rang out from the intercom. Both Billy and Geronimo nodded to each other, before looking at the female berserker that donned a sad smile.
“In the entire time I’ve been here, not once did Master lie to me about anything.” She raises a hand to her heart, her amber eyes holding a kind of hurt they knew all too well, “Yet when I ask about her feelings and her thoughts, all she did was smile.”
And everyone in the room understood.
With a profound fondness for their friend, contractor, and Master, comes with a hatred that could rival the flames of hell itself. Hatred for her fate, for all the things she was forced to do, for all the things she was forced to become. The only thing they can do is grit their teeth and support their Master to the very end of her life.
Cursed to this kind of life, the only salvation they could think of for her is—
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Robin Hood: Is it still visible? Where BB slapped me?
Elly: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.
Billy: A palm reader could tell BB's future by looking at your face.
Geronimo: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.
Robin Hood: ...
Robin Hood: A simple 'yes' would be enough.
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You should draw for the color pallete ideas a costume for a servant who doesn't already have one in the who is she pallete! That'd be neat
Summer Geronimo (∗´ ᨔ `∗) I know nothing about fashion. I imagine his outfit was put together by Da Vinci for some mini singularity in some nice coast of the US in order to make him blend in, but Geronimo probably is often still cheerfully talking about combat and battle, as he does with his My Room dialogues... I just want to give him a vacation! He can nap under the sun as well. An extra doodle under the cut with the regular colours I'd picked if not for the palette.
This was one of the requests I did for this palette challenge! Thank you everyone who sent me their request!
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Day #49
Wrong
Geronimo called me about sum sorta "disturbance", normally this woulda been a real gud thing. Cept' ah was hidin from Saber Anne & Mary! No Ah've been tepig tied and gettin carried off to who knows where!
So yeah, a lotta people did wrong today.
(the music's getting louder)
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Shenanigans in the Grand Order, part 572
*Because the Samurai Remnant campaign has introduced the 'playing a Servant's interlude regardless if you have them or not' mechanic to the NA server, I'll mark the ones who I currently don't have with a cherry blossom (🌸), simply because why not.
🌸 Arjuna's first interlude
Okay, simple enough, but how much do you want to test me?
Ah.
Sir, I know that I have to prove myself to you, but don't you think that you're overdoing it just a little bit?
I think you're taking this just a liiiiiiittle bit too seriously.
Arjuna, you mean Servants, not Servant. I'm fighting more than one when you only implied one!
My brother in Christ, you just leveled the whole forest. Ya went overboard!
🌸 Jeanne d'Arc Alter's interlude, part 1
I have no idea what kind of move I just pulled, to be perfectly honest.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and all that.
Yeah, yeah, let's stop quipping at each other and get this over with (also Billy ditched and sent Geronimo to us).
I think that I'm more than capable to handle these kinds of spirits by now.
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Day 993
Cat: on the first day of december, fgo gave to me-
one level til one twentyyyyy!
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