I. the storm [ This was not the first time she felt death and not the first time she had escaped it. There would be no funeral for Tamamo today, no honoring the ferocious spirit and laying her body to an eternal rest. None of that for the wicked, you know?
Oh, she screamed in fear when the world around her came crashing around you both. The memory was fresh, the collapsing acceptance of an end. It was as if fate was kind to make it quick, to show the storm did not rage on and instead brought them down in a thunderous roar.
But now? Even as tears rolled down her cheeks in fear and she "awakens" back in the Observation Deck, Caster leaned against the nearest wall. Whether you're familial with the pink haired Caster or not, there's the same dazed expression coming from her eyes and soft whimper slipping past her lips — ]
Five more... Five more minutes.
[ ...Was she really sleeping now? Of course. ]
II. stasis
[ Off in the darkest areas of the Stasis Unit, you'll find an abnormally warm flicker of light. While the dim-cool hue of the pods reflect off the surface, you'll find there's something worldly here — a small alter of candles. In front of one of the pods (a small brunette woman), you'll find lit candles, bunches of chocolates, endless napkins which looked as if they were written on and of course, a kneeling girl with a giant fox tail.
Tamamo kneeled down in a quiet prayer it seems, honoring the special person in the pod. ]
You'll awaken one day, my Husband. This is no war, it is something far worse, and I selflessly allow you to sleep while I do the hard work out here. Rest. I will be here with you awaken.
[ Feel free to nudge her! ]
III. history lesson – branding
[ This was just a headache! This wasn't her world or any such thing she cares about. Tamamo had grown bitter towards the destruction and subsequent slumber of her Master. This wasn't her domain and the fox grows more and more annoyed as the history lesson trudges on. ]
Civilization doesn't know when to keep itself from self-destructing... You, go stop this nonsense!
[ She's curious — it seems as if it was one giant script. One giant predetermined game in which people play their parts. With the impending refugees, was this a variable in the system? Surely, she isn't silly enough to involve herself. She nudges you, elbow to the rib over and over as the next man is branded so painful to the erupting crowd of cheers. You were just unfortunate to stand next to a cloaked girl — no fox here!! Promise!! :) ]
This is all just one big replay, is it not? What's the worst that could happen?
IV. omage Connecting to server... Looking for someone you can chat with... You’re now chatting with CASTER... Say hi!
CASTER: Hello! ♥ CASTER: Could you help direct the loveliest girl on the planet to the proper complaint department? CASTER: I have a lot of things to critique on the housekeeping and upkeep of this Observation Deck! This level of undomestication is unacceptable, even in the apparent future/alternate realty!!!!!!!
tamamo no mae | fate/
[ This was not the first time she felt death and not the first time she had escaped it. There would be no funeral for Tamamo today, no honoring the ferocious spirit and laying her body to an eternal rest. None of that for the wicked, you know?
Oh, she screamed in fear when the world around her came crashing around you both. The memory was fresh, the collapsing acceptance of an end. It was as if fate was kind to make it quick, to show the storm did not rage on and instead brought them down in a thunderous roar.
But now? Even as tears rolled down her cheeks in fear and she "awakens" back in the Observation Deck, Caster leaned against the nearest wall. Whether you're familial with the pink haired Caster or not, there's the same dazed expression coming from her eyes and soft whimper slipping past her lips — ]
Five more... Five more minutes.
[ ...Was she really sleeping now? Of course. ]
II. stasis
[ Off in the darkest areas of the Stasis Unit, you'll find an abnormally warm flicker of light. While the dim-cool hue of the pods reflect off the surface, you'll find there's something worldly here — a small alter of candles. In front of one of the pods (a small brunette woman), you'll find lit candles, bunches of chocolates, endless napkins which looked as if they were written on and of course, a kneeling girl with a giant fox tail.
Tamamo kneeled down in a quiet prayer it seems, honoring the special person in the pod. ]
You'll awaken one day, my Husband. This is no war, it is something far worse, and I selflessly allow you to sleep while I do the hard work out here. Rest. I will be here with you awaken.
[ Feel free to nudge her! ]
III. history lesson – branding
[ This was just a headache! This wasn't her world or any such thing she cares about. Tamamo had grown bitter towards the destruction and subsequent slumber of her Master. This wasn't her domain and the fox grows more and more annoyed as the history lesson trudges on. ]
Civilization doesn't know when to keep itself from self-destructing... You, go stop this nonsense!
[ She's curious — it seems as if it was one giant script. One giant predetermined game in which people play their parts. With the impending refugees, was this a variable in the system? Surely, she isn't silly enough to involve herself. She nudges you, elbow to the rib over and over as the next man is branded so painful to the erupting crowd of cheers. You were just unfortunate to stand next to a cloaked girl — no fox here!! Promise!! :) ]
This is all just one big replay, is it not? What's the worst that could happen?
IV. omage
Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with...
You’re now chatting with CASTER... Say hi!
CASTER: Hello! ♥
CASTER: Could you help direct the loveliest girl on the planet to the proper complaint department?
CASTER: I have a lot of things to critique on the housekeeping and upkeep of this Observation Deck! This level of undomestication is unacceptable, even in the apparent future/alternate realty!!!!!!!