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͏͏͏͏͏͏ ⠀ ͏͏･ﾟ ⋮ @tsarinavich· ❖
❝ Ah, whata surprise! I didn’t realize you take this class as well! ❞
The boy’s tone is soft, yetthe joy in his voice is palpable, excitement written quite visibly across his delicatefeatures. He’s alone, for once, trusted bodyguard no where to be seen (atleast, in plain sight; the older man was never far off, to the boy’s slightchagrin). Taking a seat next to the young woman, he sets down his books, beforetaking her hand in his own, giving it a brief, gentle squeeze. Golden hues arepractically sparkling as he gazes over at his friend.
❝ I knewyou were taking photography classes, though I did not
think we would ever crosspaths! I only just managed to convince
Father to let me take this class so Icould be more well-rounded.
He’s been quite… nervous lately. I don’t think he’dlet me out of the
estate at all, if I didn’t have Dimos with me. ❞
Of course, Rionknew why the man would be so cautious; politicians have many rivals, both inpolitics and in the common people. The frail, sickly son of one of the mostpolarizing would surely be an easy target. Though he wouldn’t be so generous orignorant as to chalk it up to paternal love; he knew he was a failsafe more thananything. Another pawn of his father’s to keep close. An important one, to besure, but a tool, nonetheless. Briefly, his smile took on more of a bitteredge, corners of his lips curling into a grimace. Quickly, he trained hisfeatures back into a cheerful visage, one well practiced.
❝ Enoughof me though, how have you been? Still getting up to
trouble? You don’t have asurprise for the professor, do you? ❞
Upon seeing the familiar face her bored, almost annoyed expression towards this grating class perked up immediatetly. Anastasia was happy to see an old friend to help her not sleep through this entire class and if it was anyone she’s grateful it was Rion. Fingers entwine within hers and she squeezes back when he gently holds her hand. It was brief and she almost didn’t want to let go, but who knew was watching and would like to cause a scandal.
“You should have told me you were allowed outside, we could have coordinated more classes. I wonder why? You should learn to sneak out, Rion. Having a body guard must be a constant pain in the ass.”
Anastasia was lucky to be the 4th child in her family. She had a lot more freedom than say her brother who was to be the next heir to their conglomerate. She had a person pick her up to and from school, but otherwise thats the most she had for protective parents. Its not like her parent’s didn’t love her, but she just had less responsibilities than lets say her oldest sister. Besides, she would end up sneaking out regardless. She was the most clever and carefree of her siblings afterall. The quick transition of his expression goes noticed, but she doesn’t comment on it. Its not her place.
“I’ve been fine,” she smiles. “Only if the professor today is boring. Why? You want to help me set one up?”
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timemarked·:
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subversion pt one.
❝ it seems , ❞ the pause which follows his words is stunted , a rage gone quiet & patience dipping into yet another low . it is a miracle then , joseph thinks , that his words were NOT slurred by the giant piece of tape now stuck to his face . ❝ —that someone here has MORE THAN ENOUGH freetime to mess about . ❞
patience broken finally silences most of the previous giggles & laughter , & joseph takes the time to remove the sticky surface from porcelain skin , an eye twitching upon seeing it become entangled in silver locks . only through gritted teeth does he urge the rest of the class to continue on their soon - to - be due assignment
❝ mademoiselle romanov , ❞ a hand rests itself atop young lady’s desk , insistence peeling at the begrudging smile plastered on his face . it’s clear : he’s not ASKING . his presence is imposed upon the other’s , form leaning as if to scrutinize . ❝ won’t you be so kind as to step outside the classroom with me for a CHAT ? ❞
One could hear a pin drop with how quiet the class had gone momentarily. The smack of a face hitting tape was loud and followed with a roar of laughter. Anastasia could hardly contain her own giggles. It had all gone to according to plan. As soon as the laughing subsided her face fell to a neutral expression.
It totally wasn’t her afterall.
“Monsieur Desaulnier,” she replies. Keeping a straightface was harder than she thought. His usually neat hair had been ruined by the tape. She had to keep it together though. Anastasia knew she could absolutely pin this on someone else, of course not all these pranks throughout the semster could only be her, right? That quiet kid in the back would simply make for a good matyr.
“As you wish,” Anastasia stands up from her seat, gently brushing off any dust she had on her skirt before following her professor out the door. God fordbid he yell at her french again. Just because she knows it doesn’t mean shes good at it afterall.
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subversion info!
born from a wealthy family. second youngest of 5!
just a first year college student trying to get through her first semester! not very hardworking and loves to still play small pranks on her professors.
photography major!
works in a restaurant as a waitress. parents thought it would be good learning experience to take on regular jobs as she has no chance of being an heiress.
sheltered girl. is very naive but willing to learn!
much more bubbly and like her original self as nothing awful has happened to her. still just as mischevious and known for her cleverness.
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“If I were to describe a feeling, if I can truly ‘feel’, I would say that it feels like it’s time to bring this city’s prologue to a close.”
The cold wind of the New Year would bite at anyone out as late at night as the girl clad in a cherry blossom kimono. But she wasn’t biological - the cold air registered as nothing more than a reading to be detected by her sensors.
Floating high above the hole as she had during the city’s conception, Ofiuco was dressed festively for the New Year. Celebrations had ended a few days prior, but much like a child, she was quick to cling to things she liked. New outfits were just one of those things.
From the moment she’d awoken all those years ago, she’d been plagued with existential questions regarding her own existence. Her creator had intended her to be as “human” as possible, but just what did that imply? She’d been assured by the others that her time watching over the city would help her find her answers.
With the moon at her back, several screens took form in the air around her. The next step was a certain protocol—a protocol to test the city’s strength of heart and ensure that they would be able to overcome what the future would hold. If they could not weather this test and see the desired result to fruition, then this project was surely doomed.
“Hope” itself would be doomed. But Ofiuco did not understand neither heart nor hope: she could only initiate the test itself. The result would be judged by the others.
Her hands fidgeted after booting up the test. Was she…
Nervous?
That morning began like any other. The chirping of birds stirred many from their slumber. Some showered as they readied for their day while others retired from their overnight shifts. It was like any other day in the ever peaceful city of Spirale.
T̶̀́͟h҉̷̀́͢i͏͘͜͞s̢̢͠͡ ̶̸͡p̡͘͟͝l͏̨̛̛͘ą̸c̷̕͜e͝ ̧̛͠͡w̢͡h̸́͏͘e͠r̛͝e̷̢͠҉ ̷́͏̴́t̨̛ḩ͜͠ę̕͢͡y̶̨͢͠҉’̕͝͡d͝͠҉̶̨ ͠͏̢͜͏b҉̕ę̢e̛͞n̸̢̕҉͝ ̵̵͘k̀͝e̕͡p̵̷̛͠t̸͏̵͜͡ ͘̕h̶͡o̵͘ś͜͝t̴͜͞a̛͏̡̕ģ̵̡́ę͞͏.̧͘͠
T҉h̸is҉ ̡p͏҉l̀͏a̡͜͞ce͘͝ ̨th͞͝a̸͠t̛͢ ͝҉̛t̛͜h̛͞ey͢’͡ḑ̶̧ ͏̷b̨̀een͞͡ ́͢͝f͡or͘͝c͏҉e͘d̶̀ ͏̢̀t̀͏̡ó̢ ̸͘͜c̀͡͝a̢͢l̵̴l͢͠ ̸̵͢h͞o̸̧m̴̧͠ę̴́.҉̛
Ţhis͠ ̶pl͟ace̡ ̵tha҉t̢ ͞wa̶s͜ t́h̡e̛iŕ home͢.̵
This place where they’d always lived.
THIS PLACE WHERE THEY WERE BORN.
Subtle changes washed over the city. Those that had come from different worlds? Their memories were rewritten to believe that they’d been born and raised in Spirale. Those that were native to the island? They now believed the visitors could be counted among them. History was adjusted, bonds were created, dynamics were altered. The city would continue on as usual, but what could be considered “normal” had undergone a drastic change.
The sun was rising on a new chapter for the city and not a single individual would even realize what was out of place. The pain and pleasure of their past lives merged into the history of the city, if not erased outright. It was the new beginning that some surely longed for, but never expected to receive.
Reality had been SUBVERTED.
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So… what’s happening?
As of midnight on ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ ▮▮, ▮▮▮▮, all muses in the group have had their memories altered. They now believe that they have lived in Spirale since birth and will carry on as if that has always been the case. Don’t worry, this is temporary!
You can put as little or as much thought as you’d into building your character’s AU past in Spirale. If you’d like to incorporate events from their canon but change them to fit into their AU history, that’s fine! Likewise, if you’d like to give them a normal life or tweak their backgrounds to make them a little different that’s fine as well.
You can also use this as an opportunity to pre-existing relationships with other characters in the group. Have them know each other, have them be friends, lovers, enemies, it’s up to you!
An important note: From the moment the character’s memories were altered, all of their powers and abilities were also sealed. Given that their memories have been altered, they would also not be aware they have them in any way. You are free to come up with any method you like to maintain any alterations they were maintaining via any powers, however! Many different things exist in Spirale, after all.
You’ll be able to create PT1 starters throughout the entire duration of the event. PT2 is scheduled to go up on November 30th!
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FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS
Will my character retain these AU memories after the event?
Vaguely, yes! Or if you choose to allow them to. However, your character’s original memories will be regained at the end of PT1 and will still function as their primary memories, so you can’t use their AU memories to alter your portrayal long term short of their reaction to these feigned recollections.
Do PT1 and PT2 count as two separate events? What counts as participation?
PT1 and PT2 will count as a single event. Because of the nature of the event story, you’ll require participation in both parts in order for SUBVERSION to count towards any rank ups. Keep in mind that these memories will be important for PT2 and it will be difficult to participate in PT2 if you don’t at least set up your AU for PT1.
How should I set up my ad post?
It’d be best to finalize the details of your character’s AU first and foremost and let people know! What kind of upbringing did they have? What career do they have? What do they spend their free time doing? Anything that might be important for others to know!
What if my character is a non-human?
In cases like these you have the choice to either: make them human for the duration of PT1 or keep them as a non-human. The city will likely treat non-humans more harshly and might make for a more unique background within the AU of this section. Of course, short of minor passive traits their abilities would still be non-existent.
What are the limitations for our AU versions?
There aren’t many. The first is that you cannot recreate any plot points from their canon into their AU that involve powers (since powers are turned off for PT1). The second is that you should make sure not to give them a career or role that wouldn’t exist within the setting. For example, there are no princesses in Spirale since its a modern city. You could, however, make your character an heiress or something of the sort which is similar. Finally, you may not alter the ages of your characters.
Can we create families with other muses?
Yes! But obviously a character that is 26 isn’t going to have a child that’s 18. In cases like these it might be easier to have sibling relationships.
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hopeled·:
“ Ah– Anastasia.” it wasn’t an uncommon thing to run into a Servant that was summoned from a time before they assisted Chaldea. and while their feelings were varied when it came to Chaldea’s Last Master, Ritsuka herself saw no reason to be antagonistic to them. there is a slight pang of guilt upon spotting the girl– there always is when it comes to the Lostbelts, to those who once resided within them. Russia was the most world-shattering of them all for her, but she couldn’t afford to let that be humanity’s dead end.
so while she herself harbors no ill-will towards the princess, she cannot say if it’s the same for Caster. still, she’ll be friendly, as always. eyes glance down at the cup in her hands before she holds it out, steam rising from the opening in the lid to swirl in the autumn air.
" It’s peppermint mocha. Would you like to try?”
@tsarinavich· – starter call
It was expected to see the master of chaldea here- Anastasia could feel the abundance of masters this place had to offer but none was the one she wanted the most. She’d never forgive her for what she did to her home- her lostbelt- but it was useless to waste time on anger for her shattered pride and her grief of losing what was clearly rightfully her’s.
A pinch to the back of her hand keeps her from running her tongue. Harsh words would not bring back what she lost nor send her back home so instead she quirks an eyebrow at the hot drink in Ritsuka’s hands.
“What is it exactly? Coffee?
#hopeled#hopeled 1#thanks for the starter! anastasias just confused what exactly a mocha entails LOL
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not to sound bitter but i hope hurting me haunts you for years
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encarnal·:
HE SENSES THE BLOODSHED as vividly as an animal would scent it on the wind , his sixth sense for trouble it would seem . yet even as he nears the violent scene , no surprise greets the familiar face before him .
❝ oh ? if it isn’t you , princess ! instead of a coincidence , isn’t this more like fate ? i was just thinking about you too . ❞
she’ll have to forgive the grin that takes his mouth as the archangel of�� cunning moves with a serpent’s swiftness to near his — self - proclaimed — friend . leaned over , belial does not know whether the victim of the woman’s wrath was but a petty thief or something more sinister / does not know whether to pity the man or be jealous of the affection .
feisty , he thinks , as a grin widens into a crooked thing that precedes a laugh . his eyes never once leaving the shining pits of the woman’s own as he peers closer at both her & her handiwork .
❝ my bad , i hadn’t meant to disturb your little outdoor play . ❞ of course he - serpent had , how could he not ? for how could one as deprived of sick amusement & carnal sin as the fallen angel give up the opportunity to meet one that holds the powers of life & death in the delicate palms of a cold hand ?
❝ i’ll admit … i’m kind of sad i was left out of the fun . how come you never want to do something fun with me ? ❞
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Anastasia should have known the sent of blood would have brought this fallen angel her way like a shark swiming towards blood in the water. How incredibly annoying. No one truly gave her the same amount of irritation as this man did, but she knew he would just keep coming back no matter what she did.
“Keep me out of your filthy thoughts, devil. I keep you out of mine so its only fair.”
The sick look on his face gave her the chills - not out of fear but of disgust -, how dare he smile at her, a princess, a grand duchess! If caster had any of her powers back she would have frozen him- leaving him to suffocate within the ice and die of hypothermia. But she cannot, so that fleeting daydream would have to wait until another day.
“Yes you did, I know a lying snake when I see one.” The innuendo goes over her head, much to innocent she was. Despite all the blood on her hands she was innocent to most things, naive really. The body of the man goes forgotten- how dare someone try to rob a princess- no a tsaritza. She had no problem spilling the blood of others.
“What possible fun could we have that doesn’t include you being disgusting? You’re not someone I want to hang out with often, if at all.”
#encarnal#encarnal 1#anastasia is just like god i wish i could kill u fr#BUT THANK U MAFFA APOLOGIES FOR BEING SO LATE
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eiternal·:
🗲 Faced with the young woman’s honesty, the Shogun’s stern expression remained. Yet, at the very least, her choice of words carried less hostility than they had before. “Very well. So long as no ill will was meant, then I suppose I could let it slide.” She wasn’t programmed to dole out punishment for no reason. Besides, if things went on long enough her better half would take control if she felt that the Shogun was causing a problem.
“Is there really something that interesting about my clothing? It is fitting of a ruler to dress with such elegance, at least to my understanding.”
“I do apologize once again,” she curtsies. It was very obvious by the words of the woman she was someone worth curtsing for. She carried her weight much like Anastasia did. A ruler- someone worthy of respect from other nobility and the people whom she ruled. It was her fault for trying to play a prank one someone for whom would not laugh nor find it funny too.
“Royalty of dress like I do where I am from. So you can see the difference of our clothing and why would someone who has never seen it would find it interesting.”
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describe your muse with shitty ebay reviews
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danaravi·:
with a swing of his lance aside, it is set aflame, and he dismisses her affront coolly.
❝ i take you for a formidable ally, ❞ perhaps wanting of restraint however, ❝ but this is none of your concern— you would do well to attend to your own battles. i fear the mist holds many for the likes of us servants. ❞
there is a story behind every heroic spirit— it’s what shapes them, and woven into those pages is a tragedy that governs their existence; bloodshed. the fog has forced them to confront those demons, and the bodies he thought he had buried all those years ago now yields a thousand ghosts. a cruel way to honour their memories.
the opponent is cunning, using the mist to his advantage. although it does not conceal his presence, it cloaks his attacks, for the lancer knows not when he shall strike, only from whence. he must take ownership of the situation, despite the caster putting forward a reasonable point… but as he takes his weapon into both hands, the fire licking at his fingers, karna does not object.
❝ … very well. ❞ he concedes, before resuming evenly, ❝ our enemy is an archer class servant, thus it is highly unlikely that he will pursue close quarters combat. ❞
his eyes dart aside, swiftly parrying another arrow. a test, he surmises, likely to discern how attuned the pair are to the mist, and their surroundings.
“I’m aware of that already.” Seeing the people she had long since forgotten was a very unwelcome surprise earlier on when she was alone within the mist. Faces were blurs, but the feeling of longing to remember still lingered and she kept her distance from people she once called family.
She doubted they wanted to have her close when her hands were soaked with blood of people and yaga.
Viy swipes again at a general area from which another attack comes. Once her noble phantasm was ready this fight would be over quicker as Viy would absolutely be quicker than just dodging and swiping at air with both their attacks.
“Archer... No wonder he hides in the dark like a rat.” She giggles. “Viy should be ready to use his all seeing eyes soon, so that will be your chance to kill this pesky archer.”
Anastasia had to use his ability to see weaknesses to discern whether people she cared about were actually there, not wanting to attack if it was actually them. But just as easy as it was to figure it they were gone, quickly falling back into the mist before she had a chance to attack.
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Peer into my muse's memories
❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
💛- A memory that makes them feel angry
💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing
💕- A memory about their significant other
💞- A memory about their children
💓- A memory about their friends
💗- A memory about a good deed they did
💖- A memory that made them feel special
💝- A memory that made them feel loved
💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding
💟- Wildcard!!!
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what kind of catharsis do you need?
Tears
You've been holding it all in for so long, haven't you? It seems like there's no time, no space to fall apart. But you don't have to pretend to not be hurting. The tide of pain in you is cresting. Let it out. There's no judgement here.
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1-800-how’s my portrayal?
This mun is now accepting feedback!
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go grocery shopping to find out what liminal space you are
Airport
you're off to great places!! in time. for now, you're stuck, and things cost too much and you're hungry and tired and your phone needs charged. you could ask for help, but everyone seems to have the same knowing smile, and that's a little bit threatening. what do they want? how long have you been here? you've been walking for ages and you still haven't gotten anywhere. how long is it going to take to get where you want to go? you feel like you're wearing a suit jacket and sweat pants. everyone here seems to be with someone or meeting someone or loving someone. where's your someone? are you ever going to have a someone? how long have you been here? somehow you've spent money just by existing in this space and you don't know what to do. it's hard, trying to figure out where you're going. you've certainly been told before, but it doesn't seem to quite make sense in light of what you know now. where are you really going? is it going to be like this when you get there? you sure hope not, but experience says it might be. how long have you been here? you feel so stuck, in place and in time. you can almost taste what you could be, where you could be, but you can't have it yet, and that's infuriating. god dammit, how long have you been here? will you ever get to move on?
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danaravi:
@tsarinavich.
—CLANG!
he parries the blow with deft precision, and a well-placed sweep of his lance cuts through the flash of blue light hurtling towards his fellow servant. while he does not doubt her ability in battle, the nature of his enemy demands obligation on his part— given they are his very own flesh and blood. he thought it better to become the sole focus of that hostility, rather than sacrifice others to a wrath that is no fault of their own. this is likely the product of his own memories, and thus, karna shall contend with it himself. others, servant or otherwise, needn’t get caught fruitlessly in that crossfire.
❝ … my apologies, caster. ❞ he straightens, gaze forward, as his spear remains tightly grasped in a hand by his side, ❝ i would advise that you make haste, and take your leave of this place. ❞
he is no fool, quickly deducing the unusual fog to have governed these visions. it takes little to discern this however, given the circumstances surrounding its arrival.
his piercing eyes search the haze for his foe, inklings of magical energy prickling his senses. perhaps they had recognised their true opponent, and were considering the situation more carefully.
How foolish. Anyone who bared their fangs at her made themselves a target to her. What sort of women did this servant think she was to back down so easily just because this was their fight?Her instincts craved for blood - for the revenge so very much sought, even if this was not a soldier who had hurt her in her past, it was still a show of aggression she would simply not let go because a lancer stepped in.
“Your apology has been noted,” she says curtly. Viy in her arms was ready to be used- finally having his powers back in this fog. “Did you take me for a person who simply run when danger approaches, Lancer?”
Whether it was his or her’s vision, Viy felt some sort of magic coming from the left of them and Anastasia was quick to send a trail of icicles towards whatever may be hiding within the mist. Tch. Miss. They’re quick.
“Besides who know if something from my memories appears and you’re against two enemies.” Another trail of ice accompanied by a swip of Viys paw at an enemy she has yet to see.
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What a cute person.
#❅╎♚ ▸ Your heart is proof that I lived. ( Grand Duchess )#❅╎♚ ▸ You have a resolve that will not lose to anyone. ( Master )
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