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//So, for organization’s sake, I will be archiving this blog and restarting it over on a blog of the same name. My tags here are a mess, my Character bios are all over the place, the muse page looks messy, and it’s generally just Not Great. So I’ve decided to make a new blog that fixes all my current gripes with things.
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Medus having learned Magecraft from his mother, has access to some of her spells even in the Archer class. However they are not nearly as powerful as Medea herself. In fact, they are far far weaker, since he doesn’t have access to Divine Words at the same level she does. He primarily only makes use of Two Spells.
He can use Machia Hecatia Graea, same as his mother. However he can only fire one at a time, instead firing it like an arrow through his bow for a precise shot that is unmatched by many archers except for the highest of archer class servants.
Given a moment, he can also create a barrier shield to protect himself from attacks, called Argos. What this means is he can block C rank attacks from the front, although anything above that breaks through easily, shattering it like glass in that instant the attack is higher than what he is capable of.
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One might think that because of his anger, that Ash hates people. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. In fact, he doesn’t hate people. He loves people, so much, humanity, animals, life, all of it is loved by him. Which is EXACTLY why he’s always angry. Because this world is full of injustice and pain and sorrow, and he doesn’t believe people should suffer.
He is angry because he hates injustice.
He’ll remain angry for the rest of his days, until things are better.
He’ll use his anger to make things better for others.
He’ll stop being angry when there is no more injustices.
He is angry, because he loves.
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With Wunna being moved over to his own blog, I have altered my muselist Just slightly, with adding one new boy to this blog. Keeping in the theme of the blog being about Cursed Boys of some degree, it’s Ash.
I also have had a bit of an Ash muse for a while, just never had a chance to expand upon him.
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//little reminder that I’ve moved Wunna over to @eagledreaming and if you wanna bother him, you can over there.
He’s still on my character list here, because I’m a lazy bitch who hasn’t gotten around to reformating the muse page.
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//little reminder that I’ve moved Wunna over to @eagledreaming and if you wanna bother him, you can over there.
He’s still on my character list here, because I’m a lazy bitch who hasn’t gotten around to reformating the muse page.
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“For starters, I only see the End Result, I never see the path toward that End Result. That part is the one that sucks the most.” He understood that her’s weren’t as strong as his, so she didn’t have to suffer with all the things he has seen. So many deaths, so much suffering, and he always tries to avoid those futures... Sometimes he fails.
“I can’t focus it all the time, and it hits me in a single go, like looking into multiple windows that show a different time and place at the same time. When I get focused ones, they’re metaphorical, with symbolism, and no direct information I can gleam. I have to interpret the future.”
“One might believe that having Clairvoyance is a blessing and would be, as the kids say, ‘totally awesome’. But I must admit, being able to see multiple futures and outcomes, without knowing how to get to the best destination, is quite frankly, a little annoying.”
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While everyone is busy with doujin circle stuff in Luluhawa, Seimei is going to have a bit of fun in the beach without any worries of anything else.
He already has the swimsuit ready for everything.
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Benkei senses a disturbance in the force. It’s as if a Minamoto just proclaimed that she’s not going to worry about cholestoral, and thus isn’t watching what she eats in large quantities.
Maybe he should make a visit to Luluhawa-
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While everyone is busy with doujin circle stuff in Luluhawa, Seimei is going to have a bit of fun in the beach without any worries of anything else.
He already has the swimsuit ready for everything.
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Benkei enjoys the taste of Fuuma Manju still. No idea why he does, maybe it’s the oni-blood, maybe he’s just weird like that. Yet he enjoys it. Maybe it has more taste than even what he ate in the monasteries he lived in so it’s a change of pace.
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A Long Night (Drabble)
Calm was the night, with most servants asleep at this time. Seimei wasn’t much for sleep, not that he could without going through the same torment every time he did. So he avoided it as best he could, walking around the halls of Chaldea to see what he could do at this time of the evening.
Standing firm, resolute, and ever watchful, a Half-Oni was looking outside of the window. Oniwakamaru, Musashibou Benkei, was no doubt doing the same as he was. Well he couldn’t exactly blame them, presumably suffering the same problems as him
“Ara? Benkei? Any reason you’re up?” The curious fox hopped his way over to the Lancer, sandals clacking against the tiles beneath his feet. Drawing the attention of the lancer, albeit still emotionless as always.
“Lord Seimei. I am merely keeping guard. Someone must, and Hitachibou has the other side of the facility, we have a kind of agreement in that regard.” He found it weird for one such as Abe no Seimei to have difficulty sleeping, but he only knew them from legends. Nothing as direct as the person in question, much as he would’ve liked that. He had no qualms in answering their questions however.
“And They are sleeping nearby.” Seimei had a long time to study the layout of Chaldea, he knew what servants had what rooms, memorized in the case he needed that. As well as where to avoid certain rooms, such as Tamamo. Ontop of all that, his ability to see through lies let him know exactly why Benkei was in this area, guarding this specific spot. “You ever going to tell them?”
Benkei showed some expression for the first time, eyebrows arching upward in surprise at what the Onmyouji was implying. Of course, he should’ve expected this. How could anyone lie to the famous diviner of truths? Who found all lies with ease? A long, drawn out sigh, escaped the Oni-blooded Monk’s lips. Lying was going to be revealed easily, so he must as well drop that.
“No. I do not believe I will. I never did in life, and I doubt I will in this second life as well.” Benkei finally said after much time in silence, before tapping his naginata’s base on the tiles to indicate he was done with that topic for now. Although it did feel good to have someone else know about it, but he wasn’t going to say that to Seimei.
“Very well, but I’m going to remain here for a bit. It’s going to be a long night, and some company is always good to have on such long nights.” Seimei said, hands behind his back as he stood alongside the Warrior-Monk. Not saying much, but the shorter boy didn’t have much else he could do except keep him company.
#;Abe no Seimei (Caster)#;Oniblooded Monk - Benkei (Lancer)#;drabbles#//I still quite enjoy the writing of this#so sue me for reblogging it
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“It’s okay Tsuna, I’m not canon either-”
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After the Trojan War ended, Medus learned of what transpired to Achilles, and from that point on swore to never fall in love with another person again. Even going so far as to make an oath to Artemis, devoting himself to a chaste life, and being a hunter.
He still tries to devote himself to that as a Servant, even if he would love to date Achilles in some way. However Achilles is probably not interested in someone like him, so he doesn’t go out of his way to try get into a relationship with the demigod.
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“Having Modern Knowledge instilled into me thanks to the Grail and World, I can safely say without a hint of hesitation, I am gay as Tartaros for Achilles.”
#;King of Colchis || Medus (Archer)#//Sometimes I think about the fact I have a Medus muse#and I think Oh no.. I abandoned my boy
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“If I were Merlin, I would just Not flirt with a powerful ancient fairy that is uninterested in me, who I taught all my secrets to so she could turn them against me.”
He is of course ignoring the number of times he has flirted with powerful and ancient youkai.
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A surprise came to the newly minted Master, a force of two spirits in one catching her unawares. Ah, she thought, she must have called forth Nicola Tesla. However, when her vision cleared from this dazzling display, she was taken aback by what she saw instead. Rather than one body, there were clearly two!
The air had a slightly oppressive quality about it, reminding her of the days she spent with her horrible family. The anticipation of something awful to come; the cold feeling going through her body when it did. And of course, she found out why rather quickly; Phobos and Deimos – greek myths in the flesh. While her knowledge was more based off of her mother’s homeland, even a woman like Ophelia went through her Greek myth phase, if only to expand her knowledge of available spirits she could call forth.
Still, she felt as if these two might have suited someone else more, even if she couldn’t remember who.
She held put her hand to them, smiling grimly.
Her voice, steady and clear, called to them. “I am your Master, Ophelia Phamrsolone.” Her voice shook a little at the end, but she plowed forward, ever strong, ever prideful. “Phobos, Deimos…welcome to my side. I hope you two shall become the chariot of which carries us all to victory.”
“The Areioi Hippoi is ready to answer to your command, Lady Ophelia.” Less stubborn than his brother, Phobos stepped down from the summoning platform to come closer to their new master. He had to admit, there was something interesting about her, standing proud in the face of terror itself. This was going to be an interesting partnership.
“Although my brother would probably want to know what our plan is. Are we for hit-and-run shock tactics, frontline warriors, or reserves in the off chance something goes wrong in our mission? While we are Divine Spirits, we are first and foremost soldiers, to go in without a plan is not in our nature.”
Quickly to the point, like lightning. As to be expected of the one who wielding some of Zeus’ lightning. And like thunder that follows lightning, Deimos let out a grunting sound in agreement of his brother’s question. They knew each other well, and were in agreement on this.
It was clearly a test of sorts, to prove her worthy of their aid in this matter. Her strength and pride was enough to summon them here, but now she had to properly solidify the pair’s allegiance in their Spirits, not just their Minds or Magical Contractual Obligation.
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