Berserker Tamamo best Tamamo

On a dark and dreary night, the air thick with dew from a storm that is on its way, seventeen individuals arrive at an old mansion on the outskirts of the city. The building is surrounded by a thick of forest, only one road leading up to its front gate. Invitations are shown to the doorman, everyone arriving under the pretense of a party to celebrate the new year. The front doors creak open to reveal a grand hallway with a master staircase at the end. Down walks the host of the party.

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Our host, @grailedtamamo will be the first to post and welcome everyone to the estate. 

After that, the introductory chapter will separate into four separate threads for mingling until dinner is served. 001 - @grailedknight , @grailedheroine , @grailedking , @grailedchain 002 - @grailedtraitor , @grailedbeauty , @graileduaineduine , @grailedmagus 003 - @grailedushioni , @grailedpastisserie , @grailedoutlaw , @grailedsovereign 004 -  @grailedgenerala , @grailedtamamo , @grailedvanirian , @grailedjustice

Tamamo enthusiastically descended the stair case, dawning a frilly red dress as vibrant as herself.  An air of excitement surrounded Tamamo as she addressed her guests.

grailedknight:

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Tamamo was beyond bored, the only reason she had even accepted the invite was for the promise of food, and there was none in sight.  Most likely there was a dinner planned for later, but Tamamo had never been the most patient cat.  She could hardly keep still while her host was speaking, bouncing on the balls of her feet and observing the surrounding area, maybe one of these doors lead to the kitchen.  If she had to wait, it would at least be nice to know what she was eating.

Suddenly she heard a voice address her.  Tamamo had hardly paid attention to her host, so its imaginable that someone speaking directly to her would make her jump a bit, which it did. 

“Oh! Ah! Hi!”, Tamamo said clumsily, swinging around to face the girl.  “Good evening to you too uuh–”  Tamamo realized that she had no idea what the girl’s name was.

“Huh?”, Tamamo said, she had began to drool as she listened to Percival talk about what they would be having for dinner.  She shook her head and put her hands on her hips.

grailedrpg:

On a dark and dreary night, the air thick with dew from a storm that is on its way, seven individuals arrive at an old mansion on the outskirts of the city. The building is surrounded by a thick of forest, only one road leading up to its front gate. Invitations are shown to the doorman, everyone arriving under the pretense of a party to celebrate the new year. The front doors creak open to reveal a grand hallway with a master staircase at the end. Down walks the host of the party.

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Our host, @grailedvanirian , will be the first to post. There is no post order after that, it is merely time for some idle chatter until dinner has been served. Seek out fellow attendees and learn a bit about them. Attendees are as follows: Tamamo Cat, Percival de Gales, Freya, Lobo, Fenrir Lokison, Miyamoto Musashi, Marie Antionette, and Gabriela Silang.

“Welcome, all!” Freya, very pleased to see that her guests were arriving accordingly, had finally made it down the staircase, her beautiful dress flowing around her feet with ever step she took. With a smile on her lips and her arms outstretched, any one of them could’ve assumed she’d bring them in for a hug. But she would refrain, even if part of her didn’t want to. She was glad they’d all shown up for this little get together, after all.

In truth, Percival wasn’t quite certain why she’d been called to such an occasion. It wasn’t unwelcome, certainly - She’d elected to come, after all - But it was still an undeniably curious thing. Formal affairs were rarely the kind of thing Percival herself got personally invited to, and she certainly understood why. Though she always strove to be polite and courteous, formalities had never been her strong point. Still, the young woman was nonetheless excited to attend. Odd as she found it, she wasn’t going to complain that she’d been thought worthy of attending, and had done her best to prepare accordingly. She’d dressed in her best, prepped meticulously before heading out, and made an effort to keep proper dinner manners in mind for the evening.

Though she’d felt tempted to ask Freya what had prompted her invitation in particular, Percival thought it best to allow her time to attend to the other guests. It’d have been pretty rude to immediately try and pull their hostess into a private conversation, wouldn’t have it? Yes,it’d be better to make nice and involve herself with the others there, first. Scanning the crowd, the young woman made a choice at random, before flitting delicately over to one of the nearby guests. “Good evening to you~!”

Tamamo was beyond bored, the only reason she had even accepted the invite was for the promise of food, and there was none in sight.  Most likely there was a dinner planned for later, but Tamamo had never been the most patient cat.  She could hardly keep still while her host was speaking, bouncing on the balls of her feet and observing the surrounding area, maybe one of these doors lead to the kitchen.  If she had to wait, it would at least be nice to know what she was eating.

Suddenly she heard a voice address her.  Tamamo had hardly paid attention to her host, so its imaginable that someone speaking directly to her would make her jump a bit, which it did. 

Tamamo blinked once at the ears a top Lobo’s head, how did she not notice those? 

“Ya!”, she retorted, “Well I- uh- I have more animaly features then you do!”  Tamamo held up her paws as an example, unknowingly spilling some of the coffee onto the floor.

Seeing the coffee beans spill to the tile completely twisted the woman’s face downward, yellow hues widening in shock as her mouth hung open. This wasn’t just any coffee, it was her favorite coffee, so now the cat had to die.

“Hey!  Give that back!”, Tamamo cried, reaching to grab the cup from Lobo.  This only served to jostle it more, causing more coffee to spill out onto her paws. 

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He looks towards the fluffy berserker cat with a smile as he leans against the couch, arms spread and legs crossed, waiting for her to decide. Honestly, he is good with either decision, but he’d like to be considered over a restaurant if possible. some of his remaining pride, he’d say.

“why?” he ask. “I suppose it’s my personal pride. I like to cook for others and find myself in… should we say… competition with restaurants to keep the attention of all of you? So that’s probably why I give you such a hard choice,” he says with a smile.

Tamamo cocked her head to the side, “Hmmmm”, she pondered, “Alright, you make me something, it better be way better than any restaurant, or I might have to claw you!”  Tamamo brandished her claws in full view of Archer.

Who was this person in her home? Why did she look oddly familiar? And the most important question, why is she currently sprawled out on her kitchen counter with a can of tuna glued to her face?? There was a lot to absorb in the short span of a few minutes, but judging by her lax mannerisms surely she isn’t someone out to do her harm right? 

Tamamo’s ears perked up as she heard someone speak.

“Hhhrm?”, she said, her mouth still full of fish.  She looked over to see a young girl gazing at her, a confused look across her face.

@grailedhowl

Tamamo blinked at the wolf, Lobo’s anger was palpable, even Tamamo could sense it.  “But the coffee said “Animal Person” on it, and as you can see I’m an an animal person, so it has to be mine!”, she replied, holding the cup close to her chest.

Tamamo blinked once at the ears a top Lobo’s head, how did she not notice those? 

Golden hues narrowed in the direction of the other servant. Probably something having to do with her basic canine senses that bled into what was left of her humanity. Dogs and cats just don’t get along. An ear twitched, but she took in a slow breath through her lips and exhaled through her nostrils. It was best to be cordial and Lobo knew it, so she allotted several moments to allowing her instincts to die down.

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