Entries tagged with 🍄 fate/kaleid: illyasviel von einzbern

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Oops

It's still early in the morning as the increasing winds roar outside the little fairy homes, rustling the small balconies and gusting slightly through the crack in the fourth floor wall. It's nothing but a bit of bad weather, something the week has been full of.

...that is, until a deafening crack is heard outside the tree, only to thunder into the tree itself with such force that it shakes the whole trunk.

The air is quickly filled with ash and soot, blackening everything outside.

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03 | Celena Schezar | Open Log and Network Post

August 13th Morning | Level 2 | Open Log

[ Celena's out in the open half way between her home and the lifestream on floor two, taking advantage of the space to run through her sword drills. For those who pause to watch, it's clear from her flowing precision that she's very skilled with her weapon.

And though she appears to be concentrating, for those who speak to her or even for those who stop to stare too long she'll turn her head and flash a grin, hoping that she's either going to find a sparring partner or receive a compliment. After all, why else would she be exercising in such a public place? ]

August 13th Evening | Amber | Open

[ Whatever grace and beauty Celena was embodying yesterday has fled her completely. She looks terrible: pallid, sweaty, hunched and shivering as she clutches a blanket around her in her hammock ]

Don't eat the raspberries from the storage shed. There's something wrong-

[She pauses and covers her mouth as she swallows heavily, looking for a moment even more miserable that before]

Jeture, fetch me a bucket before I ruin my bed!

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03 Amber | Downstream of the Boat

[For once this lanky young woman does not look like she's trying to win a staring contest with a cockatrice when she activates her amber slice. She does look sweaty and tired, but maybe that's actually helping. Behind her the mist is close, a towering wall, but the chuckle of the stream gives away her location before she can even open her mouth.]

Hey, any of you happen to be strong and willing to lend a hand? Me and Evan, [And indeed, the gawky redhead struggling to roll and heft rocks behind her happens to be in the frame as she talks,] are putting together a fish trap. I don't know about any of you but the thought of real meat that we don't have to bargain for with stone doubloons is so tempting we've been building this thing for the last couple of weeks straight.

It could use refining.

[She swings the slice around to reveal a very crude weir along one side of the stream composed entirely of raised pebbles and smooth rocks; it doesn't block the stream because Jo has noted the boat at dock just upstream of her location, but she's making a fair play at funnelling any minnows into it.]

Once we're done we just need some bait and some lucky catches. I never learned spear fishing but I'll bet some of you super freaks has a leg up on that. Come on down, huh?

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☆ two. ( amber )

[ Today, on the feed there is one unimpressed Illya who seems to be wearing Neko Arc pajamas. Don't ask. She won't be telling anybody that she kind of temporarily left the tree and came back wearing these. Anyway, she clears her throat and manages to finally speak up. ]

... Um. Hello. I-I'm really sorry that this is kind of awkward to say, but apparently Ruby accidentally put some of Gil-kun's potion in the food and drinks two weeks ago, so I wanted to apologize for that. I think Ruby thought that it was funny to turn people into kids or something. But don't worry! I think it should wear off soon.

Or at least, that's what Ruby told me. [ And then she looks at her Kaleidostick (who seems to be off screen) and, ] Now Ruby, apologize.

[ And soon enough this twirls into shot, sounding like its usual energetic, high pitched, feminine self. ] Ah, yes, hello, hello, I'm really sorry about that, but wasn't it fun, being kids again? I'm sure you guys had a great time!

--Anyway. It won't happen again, I promise. I'm keeping a close eye on Ruby this time. [ A beat. ] Also, Rin-san and Archer-san seem to be gone. Their names aren't on the shrine's list anymore.

( ooc: And with that said, the deaging player plot has now comes to a close! Feel free to backdate any logs or threads, if you wish. )

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[amber] On Accident...

[If you started looking at the amber at this moment, you might notice that this house was dark. Arno didn't use any glow worms to light anything. All windows were shut. The stone was placed carelessly on the counter, and you could vaguely make out a man slumped on the mushroom sofa.

He looked...unwell. Again, only upon close glance could you see.

Was he asleep? He seemed to have nodded off.

That was until he stirred to grab a nut shell from the counter and seemed to take a sip out of it.

No one had seen Arno for a while, he stayed pretty far away. Well, here he was now. He fiddled with his pocket for a moment before awakening in what looked to be shock.

It wasn't there. Oh no, no no no. Not this again. Not in this cursed place.

Arno then shot up, angrily, and started rummaging through the house. In an almost angry panic.

He lost something.]

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[Amber: 003]

[Someone has enough energy to address the amber today! Yoshitsugu has recovered from his illness for the most part, just needing a little more rest to get his energy levels back up; right now he is in fact still in bed, lacking his usual hat but with facecloth still firmly in place. He wants to offer some advice to the tree, though considering it's him giving it? It's not necessarily offered in a straightforward way.]

The magic of this world is interesting, isn't it? And dangerous. Something to remember if you wish to take part in any future quests which lead you outside of the mist; you never know when the flow will deliver you to a malevolent being who might decide to reach deep into your heart and soul, tear at old wounds and drag your weaknesses to the surface so it might attack them in a cruel yet extremely precise way, leaving you awash in nightmares and haunted by the most painful and unsettling of memories.

[It's certainly said calmly; Yoshitsugu's expression doesn't betray much either, remaining serene except, for those really, really looking closing, when he says 'painful.' The flinch is slight, but real.]

Or you might simply have a quiet and pleasant journey.

[Moving on to better things and a more pleasant memory, Yoshitsugu relaxed against the back of his bed a little more; his smile isn't visible, of course, but the pleasure he feels when recalling this memory shows in his eyes.]

The most interesting magic was that which brought chocolate cake to us. Those of you who come from a time and place where you can eat it whenever you like are very fortunate.

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Amber/possible action

*Unless someone had managed to spot the newcomer before he found a corner to hide himself away in, the face that appears on the amber is likely completely unfamiliar. What's more, if one looks closely, they might see that the pupils in his blue eyes are slitted like a cat's, rather than round. And when he opens his mouth to speak...*

I don't know who you are or what this place is, but it makes no difference to me so long as you return me to Nagoya immediately.

*...the sharp-eyed might notice the distinctively long canine teeth he possesses. Fangs. The vampire's expression and voice are cold as he continues speaking.*

I have business to attend to there.

*He sets down the amber, ending the transmission there. If he has to resort to threats or force he will, but he's willing to see if this can be resolved quickly without that. If not... well, he'll find a way to reach Yu-chan, one way or another...*

*Though if anyone feels like searching (or just happens to get lucky and look in just the right spot), his hiding spot is currently a crevice in the bark partway up the outside of the tree trunk, just underneath one of the lower balconies. Apparently someone wasted no time figuring out how to put his new wings to work!*

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if only i could find things i lost ☆ open

| characters | Everyone!
| date/time | 7/26, in the early afternoon.
| location | On the ground level of the tree.
| rating | PG at best, please tell me if this changes.
| summary | The beginning of this player plot! Illya decides to hold a party for everyone since the wine she made with Gil about a month ago should be ready to go. Food and drinks will be provided - though feel free to bring your own - and all characters are invited! However, things don't go right and Ruby ended up spiking some of the food and drinks, causing some of the characters to de-age.

( i don't mind to throw away kindness, love, and all of my everything )

( ooc: And this post announces the start of the deaging player plot! It's an opt-in event, so you can have your characters deage to any point in time either physically or both physically/mentally or not, if you want to avoid doing that. Effects are somewhat immediate, and can last as long as you want during the duration of the event, which ends on August 8th. This is also a mingle log, so feel free to thread as much as you want. And characters are free to make their own separate posts for the deaging as well! If you have any questions feel free to hit me up. )

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2nd [action]

Τὸ συμβόλαιον δια-

δ....δ...

The heck? How am I even supposed to memorize that?!

[Nagi madly flips through his spell book, flopped out on a mushroom on the third floor, wearing his black shirt and pants. More like angrily laying on it, unable to keep this stuff in his mind long enough to memorize it. It took him years to memorize his lightning spells. Having to relearn to ice was just as difficult. And yes, his pronunciation was horrific and stilted in a way only a person with a English accent could pull off.]

Does Greek really need to be that hard??

Fine, next! Latin...

....god, I'm still bad at Latin too.

Immitte. Okay, I can remember that word. Immitte. Immitte. Immitte. Got it.

Maybe?

[He finally gives up, yelling loudly to anyone who can hear.]

Tell me someone around can speak Latin or ancient Greek! I'm about to die over here!

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—I ask of you. Are you my Master?

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☆ one. ( amber / action )

amber.

[ On the amber feed today, there seems to be a rather petite little girl, casually wearing her magical girl outfit that is practically trademarked for her. In the background seems to be Chime's shop, which she seems to reveal with a rather pleasant, yet timid smile. ]

[ Gil-kun's ]

[ It makes no sense to her, but she'll help out as much as she can. Besides, this way she can repay her debt towards him. But before she's able to turn it off— ]

Hi there, everyone, Ruby-san here! ☆ Most of you probably don't think that today's a very important day because you guys don't have calendars or silly things like that, but do not underestimate the power of the Kaleidostick ☆

You see, by the power of Love, Magic, and Justice -- along with some Magical Ruby fortunetelling, I have found out that today is Illya-san's birthday!

[ Ruby's fortunetelling is always on point, so she's never wrong. But at those words, there seems to come a yelp of surprise from Illya's end-- ]

[ The small Kaleidostick just laughs at Illya's panic as it gets a closeup, swinging cheerfully. ]

Ehe, don't underestimate the power of Ruby-san's fortunetelling. So, in order to celebrate Illya-san's birthday, please help out as much as you can ☆

[ Is Ruby telling the truth...? It is a mystery. ]

action.

[ After all is said and done, Illya decides to go foraging for food. Only to find out that there's a huge bug in the way, trying to take the food from the food altar. This time, Illya has no plans on running away. She's not going to run away this time instead firing right in front of it (without hitting the berries) to attempt to make it shoo away. ]

Feuer!

[ YES, WE GONNA SHOOT THIS BEETLE AWAY or kill it because we're not gonna let you get your way. Feel free to either A) assist B) get shot if the beetle dodges... ]

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Welcome Back, Adventurers!

The wagons rolled in, the ship anchored, and the wayward journey has ended back at the tree.

After putting the sword where it now belongs inside the life Stream, it's time for a little award, isn't it?

Appearing outside the tree after the sword has been inserted is normal-sized slice of chocolate cake, enough to feed everyone in tree and more!

Come relax, talk about your adventures and catch up. Enjoy your victory!

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002 | Amber | Celena Schezar

[Celena appears in the amber, looking urgent. Behind her wings are the crystals that block the top of the sixth floor]

Everyone, there's a being trapped behind these crystals! Listen:

[She turns and sings a short, wordless melody in a strong, clear voice. After a moment an answering melody comes through the crystals. Celena copies that melody and the chiming behind the crystals answers again.]

Did you hear? Its tones sound so like Chime's voice! I've tried to see if I could chip away the crystal, but it's so hard I blunted the point of my dagger without leaving a mark.

[She holds the weapon up to the amber briefly, but it's not possible to tell the blade is less sharp than before. She casts another worried glance to the crystal]

Does anyone know of how to break this person from their confinement? How scared they must be to have been trapped for so long...

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( amber ) backdated to second day of the journey

( ooc; after this exchange )

[The amber shows Saber's face. Her hair is still wet and dripping from her struggle with the fish, but her serious expression, hard gaze and cold voice is far more concerning to those who know her. She has never made this face since her arrival to the tree. Even if she has suppressed her ire, she is obviously displeased.]

Illyasviel. If you can hear me, we must speak immediately.

[She wishes to corroborate this and she's a day of journey away. Two Archer Cards and Gilgamesh mentioning them makes her draw the connection immediately.]

It is about that boy who stayed once.

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Amber | Evan Friave-Goodlace

[The amber briefly shows the face of a young man, brown eyes, dusty red hair, a thoughtful frown on his face. No wings are in evidence behind him.]

Hello? On?

[Then the view wheels dizzyingly, showing flashes of the tree's interior and that unpleasant blue light. It pauses, flips again, and Evan's face comes back into view. He's still in the great tall space of the first floor, at the runestone.

Then, quickly, a hand comes up and obscures the view long enough to tap on the amber's surface before retreating again. Evan's face isn't centred on the video, and he's muttering rather than speaking with his full voice.]

What is this... is this voice activated or something?

[It pulls back a little from his face, and he gives the amber slice a critical, unimpressed look.]

Unless I'm standing here literally talking to a hand mirror. Hello?

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01 | Amber | Jolene Harris

[It's been nearly two days since Jolene's arrived in the base of the tree, and for nearly two days she's been out of communication. The blue life stream had terrified her, stripped her of conscious resolution. It had fed her hairsays, psychic parasites that dwelt in places of sadness and fear, which in turn drove her to feral thoughts: survive, hide, wait to strike back. Her wings were at first a monstrous surprise, but in her state, the little human-turned-adventurer discovered an instinctive kind of wisdom in a quicker mode of transportation.

She'd shot out of the base of the tree the moment the golden webbing had come down for her, and flown head-first into the mist. If she'd been of a weaker constitution that might have been the end of her before she'd even started, but as it stood, the solid mist clapped her in place and she had slid down into tall, lanky grass to try to walk it off.

What an embarrassing start. Thank whatever horrible god ran this place that nobody of consequence seemed to have seen it.

Now, finally beginning to shake herself of the heart-racing anxiety she's been existing under, she's begun to experiment.

When she first broadcasts herself on the little slabs of amber around the tree, she looks terrifying: long, ratty black hair, a raspberry juice and blood-stained face (the juice around the mouth, the blood from her broken nose), and darkly vicious eyes.]

Somebody wants to tell me who the fuck here is in charge, I have a really good proposition for them.

[She doesn't look happy at all, but then she's still off-gassing her second-hand foul feelings, high on fruit sugar and a wicked headache.]

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Amber

HARK, fellow denizens of the tree!

[The amber shows a quick view of the quest mirror; it's not close enough to make out the words on it, but there are definitely words there. The image then whips around to Owain's grinning face.]

Behold, the Mirror Shard of Secret Mystery awakens! The hour of our redemption is at hand, and upon my mighty blade, I swear we shall not be thwarted a second time! See, luckily for everyone, I've totally got that last line covered.

[He holds up a rough piece of tree-made paper. The words WEAPON NAMES adorn the top, and scrawled below them, taking up every available bit of space, is a barely-legible list of names. Some have exclamation points. Some have several exclamation points. One has crude flames drawn around it, and another appears to have lightning bolts shooting out of it.]

"Those that serve have earned the right of a name." So sayeth the Mirror! ...Okay, so I dunno who "those that serve" are, but if we just name everything we're bound to get them named too, right? [He pulls his list back and looks it over.] Now, most of these names are for weapons, true, but a lot of them'll work for other things. Flamenugget would be good for a firefly... ooh, and Storm Tempest would be great for one of the baby birds. And there are plenty more where these came from! [He taps his head.]

So GO FORTH, heroes of fairy-dom, and name all you lay eyes upon! And if you need ideas, I'm your man! [With that, he looks as though he's going to set the amber down... then abruptly catches himself as he remembers something else.] --Oh, and if anyone wants to contribute to the Master List of Epic Names... [He flips his list around. The other side is also full, except for a bit of space along one edge.] ...I could probably fit two or three more on here.

[He salutes with the hand that is still holding the paper.] Owain, AWAY!

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are you smarter than a fifth grader: embarrassment edition ☆ OPEN