CMO 2018 EDITION

[eonflamewing]

I am, once again, in hell.
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kicks down your door shh i haven't even responded to our other thread yet but

[postmeridian]

[ There are two of them, Caster and Archer, who look so alike it's almost a wonder they don't share the same Saint Graph. A ribbon in her hair, the same simple uniform (sometimes, depending on Caster's mood), separated by merely earring and ring respectively. No talk of alternative worlds, of histories, of paths that never were, the road less taken. But Caster is playful where Archer is staid, and frigid where Archer would be cautiously friendly. Condescension and bravado in place of icy unspoken judgment. Caster has confidence where Archer deliberates, and cruel, bleak cynicism where Archer has—the most tentative of—hope. (One thing they do share, at least- a solemn certainty that others are worth more than they, in Caster's tendency to take demerits onto herself in exchange for supporting her... allies in battle. She is surprisingly passive, it turns out, perhaps in a way that cannot solely be attributed to her container.) Perhaps they have made different things their masks. It would not be difficult, however, to mistake Caster for her other self at a passing glance now. After all, the activity she is engaged in now- is mundane. So utterly plain, if all of time hadn't been burning outside of their little pocket of warped space-time. Caster, right now, is simply a schoolgirl fussing about in the kitchens to prepare simple snacks and breakfast. Pastries and fruit and fluff, even if her skill with such had never been as good as certain others'. ]

ain grab bag, you said...

[erbluhen]

[ Caster with an Archer equivalent #1, meet Caster with an Archer equivalent #2.

Unlike the two Homuras, these two are easy to tell apart. Archer is proud and a touch aggressive, yet maintains his refinement; while Caster has none of the stuffiness and a whole load more adjustment to things that their life have thrown their way. A good part of Caster of Green's job is to restrain his Archer counterpart from reaching for his swords too quickly, too.

Now that Archer has transcended into Ruler, there's a conspicuous absence of those scenes. Not that Caster misses it, even if he's the only one to not receive a change in his class container.

So here he is, his fur coat replaced by a simple jacket, a clear contrast to the elaborate raiments that Ruler refuses to take off. ]

What're you making?

[ A voice light as air, belonging to someone who could be described as a fairy. ]

reach in, try not to get scratched by hissy cat

[postmeridian]

[ She also hums lightly, a soft and lilting 'hmm' as she pauses briefly in her bustling to regard the arrival. ] Nothing particularly involved. Eggs, pancakes... a bit of toast. Fruits, to top it. It isn't my usual choice of fare, but it seems there are many here more accustomed to this sort of meal. [ A hand comes briefly to her chin as she looks up, contemplative. ] I thought it might be nice to try doing things this way. Something new. [ A novelty, to not simply clap her hands and have it be. ]

its okay, some aincats are docile

[erbluhen]

[ He tilts his head, craning forward a little to get a better look at what she's making. ]

Mm. It's very quaint. [ Human. And for the briefest of moments, he wonders if she's seeking familiarity. ]

For yourself, or?

thanks bluhen for being the well-adjusted one here

[postmeridian]

I couldn't possibly finish all of this myself. [ That's the surface level reading of his question, at least, but she hums again, going back to her busywork. A constancy of motion. ] But if you mean simply the act of it, then perhaps? It was never a skill I possessed an excess of in life. Even if it was mere whim that led me here, I doubt any food here would go to waste, truly. [ They do have a fair few gluttons among their number, after all. ]

the ains need at least one sane man

[erbluhen]

[ An innocuous answer; though he doesn't have much reason to suspect that her answers are lies. So he maintains his expression of idle interest, straightening up again ]

It's good to explore new things, that's true.

[ A deviation from the norm. Cooking would be something that Archer shunned, but he saw nothing wrong with it. ]

Could I try some later, then?

that's fair..... looks at homura

[postmeridian]

[ Another thoughtful hum. ]

I'm not sure if I would say it's entirely new rather than something I simply was too busy for, before.

[ To be fair, after the initial answer it wasn't much of a lie. She may play her part up at times, but too much of her had been rooted in seeking the truth, seeking answers and solutions, to bother overmuch with unnecessary deceptions.

Though veiling any image of vulnerability is in fact a necessary one, as far as she's concerned. Disarming is fine. Vulnerable is not. ]

Later? I'd think they'd be better when warm, but I suppose if you're not hungry now...

If that is what you want, I can set some of it aside and save it for you.

[erbluhen]

[ Technically, Servants don't need to eat. He did not need to eat in life, but had instead treated it as an experience, much like appreciating art. Charred cooking might be quite tasteless, but Caster is beyond that - plus, it might tell him more about her.

Thus, a shrug: ]

Oh, whenever you think is best. I didn't want to cramp your style, is all.

[postmeridian]

[ ... 'cramp her style' ... She can't help it; she lets out a giggle, high and bright- though something about it seems brittle at the edges. ] Ah, but we can't have that now, can we? [ She turns away to finish up her current project- a stack of pancakes, piled to a very modest height- with a flourish of chocolate drizzle atop whipped peaks and strawberry slices. It isn't the most artful, but it doesn't look bad, either. Tomoe Mami's creations were better, but, well. Tomoe Mami has also spent much more time practicing, waiting, and hoping. Turns out the devil is the indulgent sort. Of herself or others, though... And then, addressing him again: ] It's a good thing I see no such threats here.

guess who became too tired to write idol angel... it was me.....

[erbluhen]

[ he doesn't miss it, that brittleness. it ties in to the mystery that surrounds caster, folds around her like petals, like birdcages. he's aware that he should not pry, but there's something hard in that laugh - the edge of a square where none should be, if she was happy.

— it's not his place to question that, though. ]

Mm, that's good!

[ perhaps his own cheer would suffice. he wanders away to find a spoon, just in case, coming back with one balanced between two fingers. ]

Are you done making, or can I help?