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Post by Chaldea-san on Dec 26, 2015 4:23:02 GMT
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Post by genghis on Dec 27, 2015 21:32:37 GMT
The key to a successful campaign was preparation and initiative. Arguably he had been so successful because he had understood those concepts. Gathering information and being organized, being the first to strike and take away the chance of fighting back, that was his key. The event of Christmas was not that new to him, he knew of it when his armies marched into Europe and from the priests that he welcomed into his camps. Though in his humble but present opinion the change of this festivity had changed for the better. A day for spreading happiness, to love your neighbor and sweetly spoil your family. As a man who loved humanity, naturally Genghis Khan was a man behind this event. And as someone who felt like rewarding the hard work his compatriots at Chaldea were doing. Yes, even that of that of the most uncooperative of ones. So even with a month of anticipation, the Khan labored his little thank you gift for Chaldea. He secretly prepared his research, gathered the materials and talked too the right people and enlisted who he useful and unsuspecting. All so it would go smoothly. The mastery of the Mongols over the art of surprise was he dared say peerless. BROOMM
BROMMMMThe Khan wore a santa hat, he prepared the throttle of a red bike. How the bike got into Chaldea, well it just happened that one of the pilots liked biking and as a favor he lended it (though he might have been coerced into lending it). On one hand the Khan carried a red sack, with his skill in Riding he would have no trouble performing this feat of his. It was dawn before Christmas. The sound of a bike speeding through the dormitories was obvious. Those that peeked outside would have seen the Khan of the Mongolian Horde deftly driving around, expertly throwing cards under the door of each and every room. Those that grabbed the card would have seen it was hand drawn, the picture on the outside was Santa holding hands with the Chaldea Mascot "Fou". It wasn't expertly drawn but neither terribly so. On the inside of the card, on big red letters. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!
FROM YOURS TRULY, GENGHIS KHAN.
MAY OUR BONDS SERVE AS A FUTURE FOR MANKIND." |
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Post by Aìfe on Dec 27, 2015 22:02:43 GMT
It was a time in the year which she should actually be indifferent about. Because who the fuck made presents to people for no goddamn reason? Right? Nobody at all! But they did it. Like stupid people... REALLY stupid people. So she had stuffed herself into a sack, with a weird red and white santa-hat and dressed in blue paint from head to toe. Because if she made presents to people, she'd better give herself and their eyes a present too. Didn't like it? Well too bad for them if they had shit taste.
So without sweating it any further, Aoife grabbed a number of packages she could hold onto, before jumping out of the santa's bag in the middle of the mess hall, covered in the "armour" of the irish, before throwing around presents like the mad woman she was. She did not even have any idea what was inside them the only thing that mattered was that she threw the presents. Finally emptying the bag from its contents, Aoife simply shouldered it and sprinted through the halls, the momentum of her charges, sending plates, dishes and toupés flying, while she surged through chaldea like a blue lightning bolt, with a red topping.
Finally she found herself before the big Main ENgine of Chaldea itself and placed a giant present, just for Chaldea in front of it... a new harddrive, the size of the average person! Because, why not! Laughing heartily, Aoife sent the freely dangling mounds of meat on her front dancing, before putting on her usual grim face, continuing the sprint through Chaldea, to bare everything before the crew. Their good deeds, their bad deeds, and her own deeds... and doods. But hey... would be no fun if she'd not get some shocked, envious and admiring faces! But that... was present enough to the waring, crude berserker woman.
Happiness was simply not a warm scalpel, just a lot of random gibberish and exposure to pleasantries. Fuck different ethnicities, it was all the same anyway, anywhere, anytime. So eh... Merry Fucking Christmas you boys and girls and enjoy the invisible, blue-painted show! That's what the fucking point of this is anyway, just ignore that naked people covered in dry paint look terrifying as fuck! It's supposed to be funny! So be funny! Be Happy! HALLELUJAH!
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Post by Merlin on Dec 28, 2015 5:16:53 GMT
Merlin had always been a fan of Christmas. The season of giving, handing out holiday cheer among the peasants. It was a wonderful time for the mischievous sorcerer. Most of the time, as anyone with half a brain could guess, it was a lovely time for pranks from the wizard. Gifts with some hidden message or purpose, oft too good to be true were his forte. However, this year he had a different sort of surprise for everyone. A quite a bit more... pleasant surprise, in his opinion. After all, Merlin was a giver, and of all people he viewed himself alone as someone without malice.
Which is why this year, he was spreading the love.
Or more specifically, mistletoe.
A common adornment for Christmas in the Western World, Merlin could be found floating about from one room to the next, hanging a bit of mistletoe in random areas. By the time the Wizards work was done, the entire facility was damn near littered with the stuff. "What's the catch?" You may ask. "Mistletoe is too muggle for Merlin", you might say. Well actually, you probably didn't ask either of those things, but for the sake of the narrative, you did. I have to answer the question after all. And you'd be right, mistletoe is too muggle for Merlin. Which is why he wasn't just hanging Mistletoe, the incubi half breed was hanging enchanted mistletoe.
What's enchanted about it you ask? Again, shut up, I know you didn't ask, it's for the narrative.
Well for starts, the second the mischief-loving mage finished putting up the Mistletoe, it vanished from view. In fact, all trace of it would seem to vanish from existence. [The Wizard put FAR too much effort into such a simple prank.] However, once some poor sod stepped underneath the mistletoe, it would immediately re-appear.
And if the poor sod lacked any Magic Resistance, bind them in place beneath the enchanted shrubbery. Most of the servants would be fine, but some of them, not to mention the poor researchers of Chaldea, would find themselves in quite the awkward predicament, their feet locked in place beneath the wizards mistletoe traps. But it's not like they were stuck forever! A simple kiss, fulfilling the obligation of the mistletoe, would free them from their enchanted prison. After all, it wouldn't do for people not to take part in the festivities, right?
Content at the web of "affection" he'd weaved around the premises, the Wizard resigned himself to lounging about the mess hall, a jovial red santa hat perched upon his head as he watched his grand design unfold. Ah, what a wonderful Christmas.
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Post by godfreya on Dec 28, 2015 7:04:04 GMT
She woke up with a fuzzy face filled with innocence. Normally, Servants don't need to sleep. Their strength depends on the prana they have and consumption is unneeded. However, Godfreya is one of those that seeks to feel humanity given this second chance to live. Whether it was to eat, to take a bath, to walk, to run, to feel the air and other things, it was all for feeling alive. It was God's gift to her. The chance to live once more, but not for herself, for this world, His Garden.
She quickly get up her bed and sat down the improvised altar she made to her bedroom. She knelt and brought herself on a solemn prayer dedicated to her Lord. This day was important and momentous, something she would normally celebrate with her family. All alone she would do it by herself but she hoped that everyone in Chaldea would feel the same way.
Unfortunately, it was different from what she hoped for it to be.
Red decorations. Golden bells. Little Street lights hanged on houses. Red boxes with weird ribbons. Snow creatures. Trees with ornaments.
The moment she took outside, that was what she saw. She even saw a man giving out gifts and saw a Servant on a red motorcycle. That man threw at her a card and she took it out of curiosity.
"What is this. . . ?"
She mumbled while dumbfounded.
"What happened to Christmas. . .?"
For Godfreya, whose skill in Protection of the Faith was absurdly high, and her unyielding ideals to her Lord, made her unable to take in this culture shock.
"Preposterous. Unbelievable. How dare they ridicule the birth date of the Savior, the Messiah, and treat it as if it's someone else's party."
She gritted her teeth and covered herself with her armor. But, it wasn't the usual armor that she wore. It was black and white and her eyes were empty like void---white!. What was striking was that the headband that she usually wore disappeared and a AHOGE borne itself out of her golden hair.
"I shall judge everyone right now as heretics. HERETICS!"
Godfreya Alter has been summoned as a result of Godfreya's culture shock and Protection of the Faith going rampant telling her, "YOU MUST PROTECT CHRISTMAS!"
She took out her sword and dashed forward, slashing Snowmen, Christmas lights, and gifts. She even took out Christmas Trees outside homes of employees and other personnel of the Organization while saying, "Our Lord will weep for this Poor TREE. How dare you treat it as if it's lifeless!"
With a sword in hand, Godfreya continued her mission with only one goal in mind: TEACH EVERYONE THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS per Godfreya's understanding.
"Hey you, over there, kneel down and praise the Lord! You there, quit wrapping those boxes and pray! Guy over there! Yeah you, take that Tree back where it belongs or I'll stab you with my sword!"
She's on commando mode. |
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Post by King Atlas on Dec 29, 2015 23:18:47 GMT
 Brandy. Milk. Cream. Sugar. Syrup. Nutmeg. Egg. Just what he needed. Atlas had been delving full tilt into this bartending thing, which also came in handy for letting him mix drinks. Oh he was sure he could do this stuff magically, but there was a certain appreciation for being able to do it by hand. Besides, if he could do it by hand, then surely magic would just be that much better. Before he knew it, he had a full bottle of the stuff ready to drink. Atlas poured himself a tall glass before taking a good look at a barren green tree. Not the party tree, this was another one. Because he was in his room. Really, they could have fun without him. Even for him it'd be rude to ruin their time. So Atlas began to put his A ranked Item Construction to work, crafting surprisingly detailed ornaments within seconds. He looked at their likenesses for a second, making sure they were accurate. They were as vivid as he remembered. So one by one, he started putting them on his tree. Cleito. Gadeiros. Ampheres. Euaimon. Mneseos. Autokhthon. Elasippos. Mestor. Azaes. Diaprepres. There was still plenty of space, but Atlas paused for a moment. Should he? Really, they didn't part on the best of terms, but it was clear things were absolute hatred between the two. And apparently Christmas was a time to set these things aside. So holding out his hand, he crafted another ornament and placed it on the tree. Poseidon. After that, he pulled two small tables to the sides of his chair. He worked his magic again, crafting little figurines. It was pretty funny. Atlas may not have been the best, but he was a master Magus from the Age of the Gods, little figures would probably be considered a joke. But still, one by one they were crafted, three set on one side table, four on the other. Maia. Electra. Taygete. Alcyone. Celaeno. Sterope. Merope. There was still room on the table for one more figurine, and Atlas got to work. This one he gave a small charm, as the scent of the sea began to waft through Atlas's room, as he set the figurine down on one table, to make two tables of four. Pleione. The scent was just as he remembered. That was good, Pleione's was always pleasant. It'd also probably overpower the scent of smoke as Atlas lit a cigar, taking his seat in his chair. It was Christmas, this wasn't exactly the season for a cigarette. Lighting it with a small flame, he took a puff and blew it out as a ring before taking a drink from his glass of egg nog. He doubted Chaldea would be too thrilled if he started smoking out with the party. Second hand smoke and all that so thank God for the privacy of one's room. Still, he looked at the tree and the figurines before raising his glass. "Merry Christmas."
tags: No one notes: how every christmas is to be spent; drunk |
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Post by chingshih on Dec 31, 2015 19:05:26 GMT
Christmas comes but once a year……what the fuck is Christmas? Well, at least she could figure that it was a celebration. And to Ching Shih, that meant but one thing. The blonde slumped across the table, face contorted into an expression between pleasure and pain; with a vivid blush plastered across that awkward half-smile half-cringe. Everyone complained about this sort of feeling, but to her… this was home. Trying to force herself back upright a bit, the lady shove her head onto her hands; shaking with instability from just that much effort – a less than ladylike giggle shuddered out of her mouth as she teetered. ”Eheheheheh… whoo~” muttered Ching again, eyes glazing over… the stacks of drinks around her made her condition obvious, but she didn’t remember drinking quite that much… especially not alone. Oh, maybe she was just seeing double, but… whoops~ Finally, forcing herself to her feet; Ching Shih staggered from side to side as she tried to gain some semblance of balance – her physique nor her heavy clothing made this an easy task. Weren’t Servants supposed to be super super people? Shouldn’t she be fine? Or did she kind of… break that rule? Well, that was something to be proud of in-of itself! Breathing heavily with the overwhelming scent of scotch overpowering any other hint on the air; the blonde finally managed to haul herself upright enough to walk… kind of straight. Damn, she had to get to a bed like this… she didn’t even care who’s at this point! Fuck, she’d usually just have one of her crew carry her… maybe she could beg a Master or two? Awkwardly shuffling forward, the Chinese villain staggered along her merry way; gaining plenty of worried looks from the other souls around the mess hall – as if seeing her collapsed amongst a pile of bottles hadn’t been worry enough. Servants were really getting a bad reputation at this point. Not that Ching Shih gave a shit about that! Being horrible was all part of the job. With a happy smile, the blonde finally managed to get halfway across the room… only to collapse to her knees, as she found her feet refusing to move. Weren’t Servants supposed to be able to deal with this shit?! Ah, she always knew magic would be the end of her, even in life… Trying to peel herself off the ground, the blonde wiggled awkwardly on the spot; looking anything but dignified while she tried to tug herself free while still on the ground. Eventually she did manage to stand up again – and finally noticed the likely cause of her situation. Some sort of planty charm… ooh, a little berry, too? Wait, she knew this one! Mistletoe! One of the Masters had mentioned it to her before, while pointedly staring lower than her face. Not that Ching Shih minded that much, but it made the point of these charms clear. Did they actually stop you like this, though? That seemed a bit dangerous. But, dangerous was Ching Shih’s second favourite word; right behind ‘rich’! The pirate promptly perked up, glancing around with a hungry expression – a kiss! That was the rule! And she was anything but opposed to that! Drunk and lusty… surely to some that’d be attractive; but with her hair in a horrible mess, panting with scotch-layered breath, and with an expression that sat between psychotic and salacious… well, it probably wasn’t wise to let someone who looked like that whom was also tall, heavy and strong touch you. She just needed one kiss, though! Spinning her head around the room, Ching Shih locked onto two likely targets… that cute girl with the blonde girl who was getting so angry – sexy! – or the white-haired gentleman with the smug look – someone easy to bully! ”H-Hey, Madame Ching needs a big favour, please…~!”*****
Christmas Present Time!Unfortunately I do not have enough quartz to buy anyone a new character slot, and I don't know of anyone planning on an Alter or something... But fret not! I shall still offer something special for someone special! I would like to buy a Hesperides Fissure for ai for Christmas! Consider this a bribe to post for poor Natasha, or something.
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Post by La Maupin on Dec 31, 2015 23:01:33 GMT
Julie was drunk. Somehow. She wasn’t entirely sure how she’d managed it given that her tolerance was (usually) ridiculous regardless of whether or not the drinks were servant quality, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t thrilled by it. There was no better time to get oneself absolutely sloshed than a Christmas party, after all, and she imagined that she wasn’t the only one who thought so. There was enough mistletoe handing about to all but ensure that she’d be enjoying herself as much tonight as she had every Christmas when she’d actually been alive.
Scanning the room she took note of a couple interesting fellows, some of which she actually knew by name. The bartender, for instance, had been involved in that storytelling. He and half the room was blonder than blond had any right to be, and while she supposed that she did enjoy blonds well enough, she found her eye straying in the direction of the redhead. Red was, after all, festive and Christmas-y.
But so was white. And there was Merlin. She grinned too wickedly and sauntered off in his direction, stopping once she was beside him...just a hair too close for courtesy. As far as drunks went she was a lucid one, but these people didn’t need to know that. In a setting like this it was the excuse that made awkward advances into natural ones.
“So I see you’ve been…decorating.” She said, gesturing to the scattered mistletoe.
“I like the way you think. Very French for an Englishman.”
At least she thought he was English. She knew far too little about his legends given that she’d apparently studied them once as a girl. But then, who could remember things from all that time ago anyhow? She certainly didn’t have time to commit any of it to memory.
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