kingofconquests

[kingofconquests]

“A good king makes a good empire, you know. And I would know! Ran a damn fine regime if I say so myself~”

He says that with such confidence...

#dash commentary #isola mini #of course he had to get in on this one

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saintism​:

❝ It would hardly be surprising with how quiet it has been lately. ❞ always a tell-tale sign that something was to come, whether it be a wonderful experience or something more pressing.  ❝ If that is the case, I suppose we should prepare once more, King of Conquests. What did you think you saw down here? I have heard small talk that some locals have gone missing, but those are what the reports say, and I have seen little else just yet… ❞

serious as usual, without nary a welcome back to him quite yet…

A thoughtful ‘hrrm’ escaped him.

“I’m not too sure. It’s as if recalling it to memory makes it hard to figure out what I saw. It was unusual, and vanished before I could get a good look. You say people are going missing, eh?”

No, this didn’t bode well at all. But instead of scratching his own head about it, he decided giving a noogie to the blonde beside him was better suited for the situation.

“Why is it whenever I invite you out to drinks I can’t get ahold of you, but once something not fun at all pops up, you’re around? What would you do if I said I didn’t want to help you with your detective work anyway?”

#saintism #(he says this like he won't end up helping her anyway njkbhgvfuyghbjk)

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“Strange, I thought I saw something down there for a second.”

Y’know, because flying bull-drawn chariots are a totally normal thing in Spirale. So was them rocketing toward the street and dropping off a mountain of a man on the sidewalk before soaring into a different dimension. Just a typical Sunday night.

“Mmhm... Maybe something’s brewing.”

#isola mini #Iskandar vc: oh I know this vibe it means there's trouble afoot

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keiisho​:

“Ah, you beat me to it! Here I was going to come surprise you. Working yourself to death like usual, are you?”

#keiisho #;D

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emptyrule​:

     that was not expected in the least.

 though the memories of Arturia recognized the booming voice, Morgan herself had not and she could not even begin to prepare for what was coming. she almost drops everything upon contact, upper body lurching forward from the force with a rouch cough. if anyone – anyone at all – had touched her like that, their head would be on the ground already. but it is Saber’s familiarity and control that overrides the Berserkers desire to retaliate.

            “ Wha–”

    what the hell?! she was caught too off-guard to stop the other Servant from reaching into the bag, left only to stare in disbelief at what was happening. who is this oaf? why is he touching her things?! 

           “ Be careful with–”

 ah. so this is what it felt like, huh? being this short….how did anyone do it? shaking her head, Morgan’s narrowed gaze is only momentarily as she stares up at the other, head craned back almost all the way, before there’s a huff. 

       “ I didn’t buy it, I made it.”

“Made it, eh...?”

Thoughtfully, he turned the figure over in his large, calloused hands, scanning every detail like one would a priceless artifact, squinting and giving a ‘hmmmmm’ as he did so. Finishing his assessment with a nod, he looked down to the other, amused but the look of annoyance on her face. Ah, it really was a lot of fun to be a thorn in her side, wasn’t it!

“Well! In that case, I suggest taking some classes in the art of sculpting, my friend! BWAHAHA, this is the worst  figure I’ve seen in my life!” Came a big, booming laugh. The item in question was placed back in the bag with about as much pomp and circumstance as he took it out (which was, notably, none.)

“This is terrible! I mean, really terrible! Would you like some money for lessons? No, no--take it. I insist. This is just sad!”

#emptyrule #i'm so sorry #Isola Event: Empatheorum (Legacy)

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emptyrule​:

    ah. finally, after a week of preperation, it is done. there’s a proud, if not smug, grin crossing her features as she drops one of the final figures into the bag held hanging from the crook of her elbow. it is but one of many, many figures. figures she had spent plenty of time on the past week. it is nowhere near Morgan’s level of craftmanship, but she hardly expects the body of her sister to have the same level of skill and dexterity so it isn’t up to par.

         which is exactly what she wanted.

    a pastry is enjoyed while eyes carefully analyze one of the figures in her hand. oh, it looks absolutely wretched.  “ Let’s see how she enjoys this.”

“Aha, THERE you are!”

It’s with a rough slap on the back that the mountain of a man greeted the king, teeth showing and grinning ear to ear.

“I figured if I followed the food stalls, I would find you eventually. What’s this you’ve purchased, hm?”

Unfortunately for his companion, Rider knew nothing of personal boundaries, and his hand reached right into that bag to pull out the topmost figure, still in its box.

“Oho, what’s this? Starting a collection? I don’t think I have this one--”

And he brought it waaay above her head, up to his eye level.

“Had I known you collected figurines, I would have come shopping with you! This one... Haha! My friend, I think you got ripped off.”

#emptyrule #welcome to hell #Isola Event: Empatheorum (Legacy)

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castilium​:

3:18 am.

Since the day Ritsuka had fallen into her comatose state, Mashu had barely a wink of sleep, and any was disturbed by haunting images of her beloved Master rendered in similar states. Or worse. The lock shuddered by the command of the key wedged inside, securing the residence left behind for the aimless moonlit wanderings through Archimedes’ streets. The crisp air of early hours swept by, refreshing, but comfortless.

Beneath glittering stars, she roamed, a traveller with no destination, no objective. Within the streets, radiance emanating from  Dionysus’ Chalice bathed the street for a brief distance — the muffled voices of patrons within clasping their beverages until dawn would come to stir the city. A hand groped at the wall behind, its white unblemished  — just like Chaldea’s. It wasn’t about performing to a standard of a fully-fledged Servant; when Ritsuka had needed her, Mashu had been powerless to help her. Humanity’s hope might have awoken, but through her own willpower or the mercy of whatever had taken her to begin with, not because of her Servant. She had failed. Again.

And she would fail in the future.

By the wall, her frame rested, sliding until her rear rested upon the cold concrete, legs unable to carry her toward the light, wandering still without its guidance. Nothing new. But familiarity did nothing to numb the dreaded fear that anything befalling her Master was a frightful possibility. Huddled in the shadows, the girl’s attachment to her surroundings fizzled away.

It started as concrete and transitioned to a woven tapestry, steady shifting with each step. Rhythmic clacking against the sidewalk accompanied the shifts in tandem, along with the occasional huff of a large creature.

Sure, he had been out partying, and wasn’t anywhere near the level of drunk he wanted to be. But human ale was not as strong on his senses as he’d like it to be, and the presence of the other was something he could feel beyond the walls of the bar. And while his original intention was to chat with the young Shielder in the early morning, when he found the poor thing huddled against the wall, it was hard to just leave her there.

So here she was, laying in Bucephalus’ saddle as Rider began to take her back to his home.

Ordinarily, he’d just take her back to the house she shared with the Master of Chaldea, but if she went wandering out, perhaps part of her didn’t want to be home, right? Besides, he had plenty of rooms to spare in the Palace, and maybe the ocean breeze might do her some good.

#castillium #He can be nice sometimes #Don't have to respond if you don't want to! But at least Mashu is in a safe spot to wake up!

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divinedragontamer​:

“Wrong answer.”

“Do you want to try that again?”

“Hm, do you really think so? You owe your very legend to a dragon conflict, do you not? Do you not also enjoy fighting yourself?”

#Rider about to die a 2nd time in Spirale #divinedragontamer

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stormswake​:

He fights without batting an eye, at first. His breathing remains steady, even as he vaults over Rider, steed and all. The small smirk has faded, replaced by a look of quiet concentration. It’s more like following a script than a true fight, as if his body is reacting to cues on instinct. There’s no emotion behind it.

But Rider isn’t satisfied. He’s quick to learn Yuan’s patterns, and a feint that nearly sends him sprawling quickly ignites the spark once more. The light returns to his eyes as he realizes that he has to actually think about this one – Rider is a clever foe, and he soon finds himself relying less and less on that automatic response and more on his wits.

True to his word, he’s careful not to let his blade connect. Instead, he goes for glancing blows and displays of his agility, dancing around charges and ducking beneath Rider’s weapon with centimeters to spare.

It’s thrilling.

He manages to land a solid kick on Rider’s chest with enough force to nearly topple him, and he lets out a triumphant, breathless laugh as he lands. There’s not a lot of time to celebrate, though, as Rider recovers quickly and grins brilliantly with the promise of another attack.

Finally, when he feels the beginnings of exhaustion creeping into his muscles and hears his heart pounding in his ears, he stabs his blade into the earth and uses it as a support for his weight.

He looks up, tossing his head to shake his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. He’s flushed and disheveled, unable to keep a smile of his own off his face.

“I think we’re good here.”

It’s more of a challenge than he anticipated. It’s good to work his muscles this hard again. What he lacked in dexterity he made up for in accuracy, and when he jumped from Bucephalus, he could begin to battle anew. He was a hulking mass of a man, with the strength forty times that of a human. Even so, his attacks did not deter Yuan for long, and he was amused to be knocked backward.

He could still fight, but felt he need not. Seeing that look of glee on such a stern face was a far better reward than victory itself. When Rider walks toward him, laughing from his belly, he gave him a smack of congrats on the other’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know you were so versed in battle! I admit, you surprised me! Why do you not challenge yourself more often, if it makes you so happy?”

Oh well. Questions for later.

“I still owe you that drink, eh? If you laugh when you’re tipsy like you do in battle, it would be music to my ears.”

#rider could you flirt somewhere else please #stormswake

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oumouniversale​:

@kingofconquests​ liked for a starter !

     “I heard someone sing over ale, but to think it would be the King of Conquerors himself.. This place really does attract all kinds of people, does it not? It reminds me of Chaldea a lot.”

     Going for a quick drink turned into bigger festivities than expected, but Iskandar simply has a way of roping others into his whims. Not that she dislikes it, though she is still surprised to see him here. “Nonetheless, it is good to see you doing so well! Care for a genius drinking buddy?”

“Ho, the Genius of Chaldea herself! Fantastic!”

Welcoming the other, he cleared space on the table with a sweeping motion of his massive arm, pushing the other glasses aside. It was a casual place, but he liked to go to well-loved bars here.

“The same can be said of yourself, Director. Order what you would like, pay the price no mind.”

Sometimes it paid off to tolerate kings!

“How I should like you to meet Aristotle, were it possible for me to arrange it! What an interesting lecture that would be to sit in! But I digress. Now, how do you find this strange city to be?”

#oumouniversale #it works great! Thank you!!

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stormswake​:

Sounds easy enough. Yuan nods in agreement, then takes a few steps back and shifts his stance.

“I fight on the offensive, but if you don’t have anything to counter with, I’ll make sure not to actually hit you.”

… Does Rider actually know what he’s capable of? He’ll admit, he doesn’t look like much to an outside observer, and he doesn’t remember actually telling him anything about his abilities…

He smirks slightly. Maybe this will be more fun than he thought.

“Oho~ Your concern need not lie with me.”

From seemingly nowhere, his mountain of a black steed trotted onto the field with a confident snort. Once he was on her back, he resumed stance, spear at the ready.

“Let’s see what you’re made of!”

And... charge!

#stormswake #-handwaves battle noises-

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afluffydoctor​:

he’s not listening… he’s definitely not listening! why, iskandar?! even when he’s lifted up by the man who must be ten times larger then he is though, it is not without a dramatic flail of the arms in trying to find some way out of this. for this to happen so quickly after he’s been dropped into this city, it really must be some stroke of bad luck…

and, against his will despite protests, he finds himself plopped into the chariot. particularly unceremoniously on his part since he doesn’t exactly have much time to right himself or hold onto anything. 

“wait, wait wait!”

…

they’re already going up, aren’t they? he’s more focused on hanging on, as opposed to being able to see what’s around them for the moment.

“i would have preferred to keep my feet flat on the ground!”

the human body is not built for this, he thinks. it’s nothing like being on a plane.

“Nonsense!” Came a big, booming laugh from the reins. But after the initial ascent, the Gordian Bulls slowed to a brisk walk, tugging the massive chariot behind them. Lightning, in lieu of asphalt or cobblestone, paved the way under them. Walking wasn’t exactly the speed they were used to, but, well. There was a human on board.

At least now the ride wasn’t as bumpy.

“Come now, doctor. You’re not afraid of heights, are you? Look down for yourself. Just not at that big hole there--even I don’t like what’s in that thing. Don’t worry--if you fall off, I’ll just pick you back up.”

Aside from the giant void in the middle of the city, from up here, it was pretty mundane. Trains came and went at their stations, cars inched in spots of traffic, people with bags and drinks and suitcases walked along the sidewalk.

“Hmm~ The eras change, but humanity still goes about their business. Trade the cars for carriages and streetlights with oil lamps, and you get just about what people would do at night in my time. Fun, isn’t it?”

#afluffydoctor #RIP

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afluffydoctor​:

oof! talk about having the air knocked out of your lungs. as he is, iskandar is much stronger then he is and it causes roman to stumble and press a hand to his chest at the unexpected way the air leaves his lungs before he’s able to reply.

deeeep breath!

“you’re– well. you’re right, actually, at least in regards to the years i spent there as chaldea’s doctor.” he’d traveled plenty during his studies, hadn’t he? but that itself was a long time ago now and feels as hazy as everything else does to him right now. when was the last time he saw the outdoors in person like this? 

“but, h-hey!! i can see it just fine from down here! no need to go that far!” please don’t, iskandar, he’s not mentally prepared for that right now.

…but it is just his luck that his scrambling to redeem himself would get him into this situation. is he going to do nothing but embarrass himself today?

“Nonsense! It’s better to have a tactical view from up here, isn’t it!”

Unfortunately for him, the doctor’s pleas fell on deaf ears, and he was swiftly picked up like a doll and placed in the Gordius Wheel. With a loud, resounding HYAH!, the two massive bulls began to charge upward, lifting the two into the sky.

He was correct--one could certainly see more of the city from up here, along with some dumbfounded looks of the passers-by below. But Rider paid those no mind.

“There, now you can see down there for yourself! Fantastic, isn’t it?”

#thanks -puts his death certificate into the database and awaits for approval- #afluffydoctor #Someone will probably scold him later but I don't think he cares

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afluffydoctor​:

…

…..

“wah!”

how elegant, roman.

when did this guy get here though?! also why is there a servant here? this isn’t a singularity is it? because it’s definitely not chaldea. he’s only had more questions raised since his arrival a few hours ago.

“u-uh– nothing, just, admiring… scenery…” nailed it!

Exactly what he wanted! One hearty laugh and one (too strong) affectionate smack on the back, the king continued.

“I’m sure! You never did step out of the facility or travel yourself, did you? This is a strange place, but it’s not without its beauty. You’ll get a better view from above--want to see?”

It’s a loaded question; he’s already summoned his chariot. It was nice knowing you, Romani.

#afluffydoctor #If romani goes 24 hours without being menaced he'll die

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afluffydoctor​:

stares off into the distance–

. . . . .

“...What are we looking at, Doctor?”

#he might be nice he might be a menace #afluffydoctor

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stormswake​:

…

“I’m not, actually.”

He shrugs mildly. Maybe a good energetic sparring match will help him recover faster.

“What conditions did you have in mind?”

“Nothing too strenuous. I would simply like to see how you work with such a massive weapon. So I’ll try to come at you in different ways to see how you hold up. Seem alright to you? I’ll take you out for a drink for your trouble.”

Despite all his bravado, he couldn’t use too much power. His fingers went numb from pulling soldiers out of his Noble Phantasm the other day, and he used up too much mana. But a simple sparring match should be fine, shouldn’t it?

#stormswake

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stormswake​:

He takes it back, holding it loosely at his side. He made it look so easy!

“Right now?”

“Of course! You’re not doing anything at the moment, right?”

#stormswake #I'm sorry for him