"Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill."
(Fate/ Apocrypha ask blog.)
Zefonze was it? Perhaps we could make an arrangement if you were to run a few…reconnaissance errands for me.
(OOC: I’m no longer going to be painting each and every question. Sorry! It just takes up far too much time and I realize people are still waiting to have questions answered.)
Most barren one must be of whit to have fashioned such a song in honor of one of my plays. I will keep to the matter, I love it not.
Arrant knaves!
…Unthinkable.
My bones turned to dust long ago, yet there is not a day or night since I’ve shed my mortal coil, that my restless soul does not yearn to put my heart’s thoughts unto parchment.
Never shall I cease.
A more nobler and fairer maiden there is not fore lady McRemitz, and a most capable magus I call her.
A shortcoming of any offensive traits I myself have, and thus would require a master that could better protect themselves rather than look to my carcass for safety. As it would, protect my master I should want, yet my limited ability to contend with servants with whom bear arms is troublesome.
T’is a pity yet t’is true. I would require a master who boasts combat abilities of their own, as to avoid the pair of us to be a detriment to one another. A caster am I, and of offensive qualities I lack.
Or perchance the dimwitted Emiya boy… but alas, I could not suffer his naivety.
I have not overlooked the possible obligation of mana-transer. And would prefer a madam master.
Hours into days, days into month, and year born from months.
Long, long hence has fled a time whose recollection I could keep.
Ah, Karna, son of Surya, you grace me with your presence.
The way in which society has advanced in the few centuries after my passing has captivated me, and my curiosity leads me to pursue reading more modern compositions.
I find it interesting you would know of my fondness of ‘death flagging’, Karna. Interesting because incidentally, I am also fond of the Lancer class above all others, due to the tremendous misfortune granted unto the soul burdened with it’s servitude.
I’ve heard that you’ve been summoned to assume the role of said knightly class. I can only imagine what endeavors are likely to befall you in the coming war.
Best of luck, Lancer.
And a shame it is that literature has become what it is today, that so few would immerse themselves into anything substantial in their own leisure…
You have my thanks, faceless friend. Your appreciation is touching.