24 June 2013 @ 02:13 pm
Please forgive my intrusion.

[His posture is rigidly straight, tone even more overly formal than usual with a small hint of confusion. Those who had known him long enough might recognize his near-obsessively dutiful disposition as one he'd held primarily during the Fourth Holy Grail War.]

While this sudden shift is a clever and unexpected trick, there is something I must ask. Where is my Master?

[Oh, shit.]

I must return to him immediately, and this secondary iteration of Fuyuki is no more than a distraction right now.
06 June 2013 @ 09:21 pm
Why am I...here...?

[Lancer looked pale and shaky, trembling as he tried to form proper words.]

I...died. Didn't I? I-- [He pressed a trembling hand to his heart, as though expecting to find a gaping wound.] He...they killed me. They killed me and yet I still breathe, how?

[Crimson tears left golden eyes as he spoke, Lancer clearly having difficulty remembering he'd left his canon timeline quite a long time ago.]

Wh-where am I?
27 May 2013 @ 04:28 pm
[text; attempted (and utterly failed) anon]  
There is a matter which I have found myself considering more and more often in recent days, though I can not say I know what precisely began such contemplation. The community's nature in particular complicates the idea itself, which does not help matters if one were to try coming to a conclusion of some kind. What it can be narrowed down to at its core is, I think, a mere question of five words.

Do you believe in fate?
14 May 2013 @ 08:06 pm
Whoa, I missed my birthday.  Wonder how the hell I did that.  Oh, well, don't matter.


03 May 2013 @ 04:56 pm
[The video turns on revealing an old woman, dressed in a plain, grey dress, with a warm shawl around her shoulders. She is set in a chair, looking down at the recording curiously.]

Ah! There it is. I thought that it might work.

This must be the community of ducks my dear niece was telling me about. Great-niece, actually, but never mind that.

I thought I should inform you all that my niece, Miss Sophie Hatter, has decided to go forth and seek her fortune. She left her magic book in my care, you see so I imagine she will be out of touch for quite some time. She told me of her friends here, and wishes you not to worry. She will be quite alright, I imagine.

My name is Sophie as well. Old Sophie, that is. She is my namesake, after all. [She gives a wry smile.] A pleasure to meet you all, even if the method is rather strange.
18 April 2013 @ 12:53 pm
Of course it would refuse to communicate with text today...damned community. You can all understand me now, correct?

[The tone and inflection would sound familiar for those who might know Lancer, but the voice wasn't quite the same. That combined with the fact that the video at the moment shows what looks like an empty room in the temple might clue some in to all not being well.]

I'm afraid I've been hit by another virus. [Lancer nervously sidled on camera; while wearing one of his usual suits, it was now loose and ill-fitting, held very closely around a decidedly female body.] Er...Kasumi, if it would not be any trouble, could I perhaps borrow something to wear?

[Lancer pushed his (her?) mess of long black hair back with an embarrassed laugh.]

And perhaps a brush, if I could request it of you.
17 March 2013 @ 10:31 pm
[ text | locked from kotomine and archer | dated before gil's post ]  
I do not wish to be the bearer of ill news, but I fear that I will not have much time left to speak with you, community. My time tonight has been spent pursuing Rider and his Master, as I believed them to have kidnapped Irisviel. But I was mistaken. The true culprit had disguised themselves with some form of illusion, and escaped my sight. Whether it was Berserker, or perhaps even Archer...

... in any case, that detail is irrelevant to this post. I merely wished to say that since the war is fast drawing to its close, I think this may be the last time I speak with you all. I do not know what will transpire in the coming days, or how it will ultimately end. There has been much that has thrown my heart into doubt recently. But it has been a true honour knowing those I have spoken to here, and for your company I thank you.

If I may leave you all with some parting advice... please exercise great caution when having any dealings with either Archer or Father Kirei Kotomine. They are both highly dangerous men, and not simply because of their prowess in their respective martial disciplines. It would greatly vex me if any of you were to fall foul of either of them.

That is all, I believe. Thank you for your attention.
09 March 2013 @ 01:25 pm
[ voice | locked from team yuetsu | we interrupt your regularly scheduled virus for a psa ]  
[ the Doctor sounds a bit... well, shell-shocked, today. and slightly out of breath, as if he'd just run into his ship from the outside and got her into the air before immediately switching the mike on. ]

Right. Well, all things considered, that could've gone worse.

[ raising his voice a little, he announces: ] Bit of advice for you all: if you ever happen to be caught in a tight spot with an Oruplasmian, whatever you do, don't let her try and solve the problem by swallowing it. You think you've seen bad indigestion in whatever your species is, let me tell you, you haven't seen anything until you've had to tangle with the Oruplasmian digestive system.

[ beat. ]

Oh, and while I'm here, has anyone else noticed that Kirei Kotomine and Goldilocks's world has been locked off? Someone might want to look into that, just a thought. Any other time the community's restricted access to a world, it's never been good.

[ another beat, a longer one, this time. ]

Oh, and all those dealing with a virused friend over the next few days, remember to stay in touch. The personality switching ones can be a bit on the hairy side.

Right, I think that's pretty much everything. Ta much!
22 February 2013 @ 04:11 pm
video - So what happened to the village idiot?  
[Anyone who knows even a little bit about the Táin Bó Cuailnge saga might know what happened to Cú Chulainn when he found the boy-troop training at Emain Macha slaughtered. He takes on a horrifying ríastrad type form, more commonly known as 'warp spasm'...and like the Hulk, he becomes a giant, hideous, rage beast. Emphasis on the hideous.

This time there's no one to send an army of bare chested women at him or to dunk him in barrels of cold water (which his rage would turn into boiling water). Nope, this time he had to self sooth.

Which brings us to the ridiculous state that he's in right now.

His body is half in/half out of a shallow creek in some kind of wooded area...or it might have been a wooded area once upon a time ago. Right now it looks like a giant came galumphing through and pulled up most of the surrounding tress by their roots as if they were nothing more than weeds. The surrounding vegetation had seen its fair share of better days as well.

Of course tearing up the forest isn't the only method for self soothing that he's tried, just take a gander at the barrels, the bottle, the jars, and beakers lying around and try not to think too hard about where all of that substance is right now. London will be awakening shortly to an alcohol ransack, but that's okay because Cú Chulainn is safely out of the city.

In fact, he's just plain out, which is why he's covered in muck, his face is planted in the grass, and a small family of hedgehogs are attempting nest in his hair for the day. Weather he finally managed to wear himself out or if he really was able to consume enough toxins, it might be a mystery as to how he finally managed to calm down.]
21 February 2013 @ 07:54 pm
To clear up any possible confusion that may have resulted from recent events: I am not in fact dead.

Or at least no more than I am on any other day.

19 February 2013 @ 07:06 pm
If I may ask, what are the methods of healing like in your world?
16 February 2013 @ 01:04 pm
( text. )  
[ to: dramadramaduck@dreamwidth.org
from: ( +UNKNOWN NUMBER; "lucific" ) ]

I am home.

( ooc: all information on this main post is visible. feel free to do as you will with it. uwu* )
05 February 2013 @ 07:20 pm
[ unintentional video; sword of promised victory ]  
[ should you choose to play this video, you will find that it is nigh-impossible to see anything through a combination of static, darkness, and fog. eerily glowing fog. fog shouldn't be glowing a sickly shade of purple, right?

you can hear the sound of water sloshing against something. something very large. something-- oh dear god in heaven WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

whatever it is and however many nightmares it will soon be giving you, if you look past the writhing tentacles, you will see Saber in her full armour, somehow defying physics by standing on the water of the river itself to face the thing. compared to the grotesque mass in front of her, she is tiny. but the sword in her right hand glows with an impossibly brilliant light, gold and warm and seeming to carry every hope you have ever even half dreamed of becoming reality.

she raises the sword above her head with both hands and closes her eyes, concentrating. you may wish for some appropriate background music.

somehow, impossibly, the light from her sword gets brighter and brighter, gold motes rising like dust from the river, the grass, everywhere in the surrounding landscape to join the light from her sword until it is too blinding to look at. ]

[ and softly, whether though some will of the community or some other magic, the voice of a young woman can be heard. ]

"It shines. That sword is the dream all warriors, past, present, and future, hold as their deaths approach. A sad, exalted dream. She carries their will as her pride, bidding them to remain steadfast in their loyalty. Now, the undefeated King sings aloud the name of the miracle she holds in her hand."

[ as if on cue, Saber's eyes open, and she stares resolutely at the monster in front of her. the golden light - energy - flares around her, making waves in the river. she takes one, two steps forward, and-- ]


[ she brings the sword down, and the beam of light comes with it, displacing the water and the fog around it in a chaotic spray as it rushes towards its target, blinding--

the light flares, and the feed ends.

what the hell was she doing using that particular sword. ]
04 February 2013 @ 12:35 am
[shinji breathes into the microphone, static erupting through the speakers in short bursts.  he sounds as if he's been pushed past the verge of tears and onto the brink of absolute panic, but he has to do this.  he has to.]

Kaworu-kun...he's gone.  It was strange that he was gone so early this morning, but I didn't think about it.  Now it's been hours and he's not back.  I called his job and his phone.  They haven't seen him and he won't answer.  All his things are here.  Even his violin is here.  He'd never leave without it.  I can't find him.  He disappeared.  Kaworu left.

[an audible gulp, a shaky sigh.] And I can't find him at all.  Tell me you've heard from him.