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Post by Chaldea-san on May 15, 2016 20:22:25 GMT
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Post by Astolfo on May 16, 2016 19:14:39 GMT
"Ladies and gentleman, this is Astolfo's first prize…~”
With a twirl, the little hero appeared on stage – and as flowery as ever. This time, the rare masculine outfit in the form of a suit and tie just managed to make him look all the more androgynous given his pink hair and braid was left unchanged; yet his dress pants were most definitely a bit too tight around his hips and waist. The fact that the suit was pink probably didn’t help, admittedly. With a confident march, Astolfo waltzed up to his little podium – and straight by it. No time for talking, he had a show to put on!
"One, two, three, four, five~
Everybody in Chaldea, come take me for a ride!
Told there’s more missions coming round the corner,
The higher-ups say they want the job done –
But I really don't wanna~
For me stale work’s for sheep,
I want my dates to be deep, ‘cause talk is cheap;
I like Jeanne, Roland, Bradamante and Turpin;
And as I continue you know the sort of trouble I’m in~
So what should I do? I really beg you, oh Lord!
To me, flirting is just natural accord!
With anyone, I’ll fly; it's all good; let me explain;
For me, being ‘just friends’ is a pain~"
Clearly trying to rev up the crowd (or perhaps just having failed to comprehend why he was on stage), the pink paladin was all too eager to put another song-and-dance while he still had the chance. Power was fleeting, but fun like this was so rare! Surely he wasn’t the only one in Chaldea who’d appreciate such a good time? Of course, that said, it wasn’t like Astolfo didn’t have any guff to back up his interest in the electoral race… but, best save that after the good part! No, wait; that was a good part too! The best part, then?!
"A little bit of Miska, to meet my stride,
A little bit of Grace, chatting by my side;
A little bit of Yaga, my kind of creepy,
A little bit of Mariette, is what I wanna see;
A little bit of Anton, shy but strong,
A little bit of Julie, all night long!
A little bit of Beowulf, he’s the man -
A little bit love, and here I am!"
Satisfied with his performance, Astolfo blew a few overdramatic kisses to the crowd (whether it existed or not), alongside his signature little wave; before finally taking his proper place behind his podium – ah, he was just happy to perform, honestly! Hopefully his rival wouldn’t be too upset by his theatrics…?
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Post by King Atlas on May 16, 2016 19:38:57 GMT
 He couldn't believe he was standing behind the podium. What was worse was that the man he actually nominated, the proud and strong and beautifully handsome David Bowie had already been removed! What a crock of shit! So Atlas found himself on the stage, a flask in his hand as he took a large drink from it. This was going to be a headache. And the Counter Guardians! Oooh he needed to make sure that there was an asskicking involved there. He wouldn't let them insult him and put him in this hell without some method of payback! It was debate time. There was no way Atlas could win this, he would not allow it. To win debate time and somehow advance even further in this insanity would be a disaster beyond meaning. Normally he'd just let whoever he was dealing with trounce him at the debate, but then he saw Astolfo's entrance. It was absolutely adorable but those who were taking this seriously wouldn't be impressed. Needless to say, this required drastic measures. Atlas was a man with a plan however, and the only Servant with a pair of balls large enough to pull the stunt he was about to pull, placing his hand behind his back. He summoned it from his room into his hand and immediately pointed it at Astolfo. It was a revolver, nothing special, just a normal six shot. It had no magic, nothing. It was just a regular, muggle revolver that by all rights shouldn't even hurt Astolfo. Muggle weaponry, man. Not even taking the time to say anything, he just coldly pulled the trigger as a loud bang rang through the room, and then proceeded to pull it five more times, just to make sure it look intended and dramatic. Surely the use of a firearm would disqualify him, and even if it didn't, he noticed there was a general trend for people to skyrocket in popularity if they survived an assassination attempt, so no matter what, Atlas would likely lose. He inwardly smirked at the sheer brilliance of his machinations, taking another drink from his flask.
tags: Astolfo notes: problem solved |
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Post by Astolfo on May 19, 2016 14:38:53 GMT
As Atlas took the stage, Astolfo gave a happy wave, trotting towards him in the hopes of shaking his hand – but, time seemed to stand still as his smile wavered and fell, and his body shook with a newfound impact… it all seemed so fast, yet so slow. The crack of the gunshot, the bullet hitting his chest; that gruff frown on Atlas’s face... so, this was how Astolfo’s election would end? No, this was how – Astolfo’s life would end. The paladin would not even get a gasp out as his voice was silenced forever by the bullet in his chest; blood dribbling down his front. Staring at Atlas wide-eyed, Astolfo was truly betrayed.
And was promptly betrayed five more times, as his body slumped as if in an action movie from the further shots; before finally collapsing to the ground. As he lay there, slack-jawed; a small pack of glow-sticks rolled out from his jacket… but, the hero was not quite done yet. With pained movements, the boy would slowly look up at his attack in utter shock; seeming unable to comprehend the idea of a friend betraying him – even a friend like Atlas. His last moments… he wouldn’t even be able to say goodbye…!
Everyone… please forgive me…
"I just… wanted to… make everyone wear… miniskirts…!”
Gasping his final words, Astolfo finally closed his eyes; giving in to his aching body. Blood pooled gently around his form, leaving a red reflection of the hero’s final moments on the stage. By lead or by spear, Rider fell once more to his enemy – but the greatest wound was upon his heart.
…well, unfortunately for the paladin’s theatrics, the little hero was not quite dead – being a Servant, the bullet couldn’t do that much in the first place; though Astolfo’s fixation on its lethality had left him in a poor state regardless from the blow. The pink-haired hero would certainly live, but… he was certainly not going to be in a great state for some time. Healing might handle the wound, but the tears to come would take more than magic to solve…
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Post by King Atlas on May 19, 2016 19:09:44 GMT
 Success! Wait, no, shit something had gone horribly wrong. Okay, the falling was to be expected, that was Astolfo being Astolfo, he would overdramatize everything. What Atlas did not expect was the fact that there would be blood coming from the bullet wounds. What in the flying fuck. That revolver was a muggle weapon, it shouldn't have even harmed him to begin with! Atlas was thankful it ruined Astolfo's suit, that thing was just a complete eyesore, but he didn't actually mean to hurt the little guy. What was even worse was that no one was calling off the debate, meaning what he did was apparently not enough to get him disqualified.Atlas buried his face in his hand at this revelation. Just how completely incompetent was Chaldea?! Silently, without a single word, he raised the revolver to his temple and pulled the trigger. All he got was a rather audible click, reminding him that he had just expended all his ammo shooting Astolfo. This renewed revelation did not please him. Maybe if he willed it hard enough, it would actually shoot him, so he tried again. Again the result was a click. Right, so apparently trying to get out of this nightmare wasn't happening. Right, the universe itself was conspiring against him. Even when there was an absolute certainty, reality itself would warp around Atlas to make sure it went horribly wrong. He still didn't understand how Astolfo was dying, though he applauded his policies. Part of him wanted to help Astolfo but he figured if he just stood there it'd work itself out because if he tried to help, the universe would warp and make it worse. So indeed, he just remained stationed at his position, his face buried in his hand at the sheer sonna bakana of it all. Trying not to cry.
tags: Astolfo notes: "even a friend like atlas"? he wasn't even in the song |
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