CMO 2018 EDITION

[eonflamewing]

I am, once again, in hell.
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[nozart]

[ Chaldea is always teeming with calculating minds, ever-vigilant concerning the plight of their delicate balance. The order of the universe, the sands of time— abstract concepts that Mozart doesn't care to define, insofar as they don't relate to music.

Unlike the other Servants (far more invested in their work than he is), Mozart is happy for the break from the usual. More sights to see, more sounds to absorb; even in life, the musician was a vagrant. Keeping still was never his strong suit, and the excuse to stretch his proverbial wings is a welcome one.

So. Here he is. Out of his oppressively funereal blacks and purples, disarmingly pedestrian for a man who spent half his life in and out of company with nobility.

It doesn't take long for him to notice the little shadow trailing him (he hears Ain before he sees him, the pitter-patter of paws and the incongruous slowness of his heartbeat). Turning on his heels, he fixes the black 'cat' with a wide smile; animals were always far better company than humans. ]

Oh, look at you. Charming! [ Long legs fold, knees angling for a better view of his company. ] The ribbon's a nice touch, Foreigner.

[ Yes, he knows. That isn't going to stop him from crooking a finger. ]

[abgrund]

[ It had taken some time to get used to this new form, but for all his weirdness, Ain has always been adaptable. Having disassembled limbs in his human form did not deter him from using the ones he has now, so the cat moves much like what a normal cat should be - though there is a certain lightness of foot that might suggest this cat doesn't exactly obey gravity.

He comes to a stop in front of Mozart, not quite sitting down. Instead of meowing, his voice transmits into the Caster's mind ]

I learned that gifts should... be treasured.

[ The cat looks up, holding eye contact without blinking. ]

Where... are you going?

[nozart]

[ How fascinating. Foreigner is like a bell in a soundless vacuum, a scream that hits cushioned walls and falls to the ground, neutered but beautiful. Even in cat form, there's something about him that feels incongruous with the real world, and that's something Mozart has always found favorable about his fellow Servant. That he's neither here nor there, both tethered and untethered.

Ain always sounds sad and beautiful and impossible to comprehend. Every day is a learning process. ]

Maria'd be glad to hear that. It was her, wasn't it? [ Flippant, but proud. He tries to scratch behind one of Ain's ears, if Ain will let him. ] I was on my way to get some pen and paper for my compositions— and you?

[abgrund]

[ In this form, his corrupting aura has been sealed completely, allowing him to coexist with humans without damaging their psyche. It's not one that he minds, either - the whisper of the void never leaves him, and it is in his nature to wish no harm on those who do not deserve it.

(As for how one determines if another is deserving... that's an entire issue altogether.)

One would be hard-pressed to conclude that he actively enjoys this form, but at least he does not shun it. ]

Yes... she wanted to help me.

[ He stays still under Mozart's touch, fur sleek in a way reminiscent of acrylic, his body lacking heat. ]

I wasn't going anywhere.... Can I come....?

[nozart]

[ Foreigner is considerate, in his own way. The empathetic capability of a being devoured by the Void isn't something that Mozart has ever considered at great length, but it's easy enough to come to a conclusion about Ain in particular: he tries.

It's why, Mozart assumes, he chooses to appear in this nonthreatening form.

Black fur feels like warmed ink under the musician's fingers, and sifts under his nails like a whisper. ]

I have no objections on my end! The more, the merrier.

[ Eyes narrowed, he scoops Ain up to tuck him in the crook of one thin elbow. A gaggle of teenage girls pass by, mouths covered under their palms to muffle their cooing.

Mozart laughs, and waves to them by lifting one of Ain's paws. Precious. ]

[abgrund]

[ Even in this form, he still retains a subdued form of kindness. Twisted by the void it may be, but the humans he once knew had engraved it into their memory, impressed upon his Saint Graph with reverence as they did with someone else. And so he carries it, both out of a lack of choice and a lack of opinion either way.

Though, the reason he picks a cat and not some other animal is entirely personal. ]

.... what are they doing?

[ He's been compliant with Mozart's antics, gaze following the human girls as they recede into the distance. A curious gesture, he thinks - but not one that's entirely comprehensible.

Surely, they do not feel his aura. Yet, are black cats not unlucky? ]

[nozart]

[ How funny— in life, Mozart surrounded himself with self-destructive artists, the types who would drink and dive into death if it made for entertainment. In death, he finds himself making company with the dreary sort, the ones who question the simple things in life because it seems all so incomprehensible to them. For good reason.

Sweeping his long hair back, Mozart laughs. It's the little things. ]

They're admiring the view. You might not have realized, but I'm quite the looker.

[ Who knows if he's being serious? He grins like a jester, eyes narrowed and teeth gleaming. ]

—Not to mention that you're not so bad, yourself. [ Playing with Ain's paws again. ] Mm, you're definitely what I'd call 'cute'.

[abgrund]

[ it's the little things that make people human. little things dusted over each day, a twinkling of icing in a world that moves and swirls like ocean. it is full of colours, full of life and laughter - a far cry from the abyss that fills his veins and pours in a sedate sort of madness. yet, he knows that it too has value, a world that exists to be beautiful... even if it is destined to fall into ruin one day.

after all, the abyss is merely the other side of this coin. ]

I see...

[ he does not question mozart's own boast. for all he knows, it may be true. who is he to understand the whims of mortals?

though... that second statement. his ears flick a little, just once ]

Is that a good thing?