A beast in disguise

❝ Since he’s the child of a Sun god, him being a Capri Sun makes a lot of sense. Well done. I like your sense of humor. ❞

❝ Obviously espresso, because being around him leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. ❞ 

Bats eyelashes I’ll send the app soon....))

Deep inhale.

This is just a small notice that once NA finally reaches London arc and it’ll have an official translation I’m going to do a huge revamp of Berserker’s information because his pages are ancient, I wrote them when I first picked him up almost 2 years ago and have barely touched them since... *Knocking on NA’s door please release London soon*

There’s just been quite a few changes to my understanding and portrayal of him since then and I’m not really satisfied with how his pages are worded anymore so yeah, look forward to it (?) I guess. I’m also highkey wondering if I should try branch out into indie fate rping or keep this blog private and only follow people back who follow me because I honestly want to interact with more castmates but I’m a huge awkward penguin who’s terrified of indie fandoms. I’ll contemplate this.

( 桜 ) Here the young warrior is— in the middle of sidewalk, this city of Koi she was placed, such a discovery to be made— it made her feel a bit stranger to them. This road she’s stepping on could be endless— Souji had a thought about it for a while, with no fighting … then what will she fight for ? what’s the point of being alive while doing nothing but to wander around like a stray cat ? 

What was she suppose to do ? besides, if at least one of the servants she knew back then— it would be quite better, for at least to her— besides the shinsengumi fellows, of course. Perhaps, she’s going too fast— too impatient, it frustrated her too much. ❛ Hm ? ❜ a hum of response— Saber … she could’ve sworn there’s no other sabers than her here, she follows the voice where it belong— where shortly that he— apparently approaching up to her. ❛ Assassin. ❜ with no honorifics she said, they rarely spoke unless they’re teamed up for battle— the idle days in Chaldea, they’re acquaintances. ❛ I could say the same to you as well. ❜ she nods, ❛ Not really, it’s just … ❜ it’s just a simple aim && shoot scenario, right ?  she shook her head, ❛ Mhm. Never mind, have you seen anyone else besides me ? the other servants I mean. ❜ 

Assassin. Although he took pride in the class as it was, granted to him through his summons to Chaldea, he still couldn’t help but feel it as a mockery to his person -- although his capabilities never truly had fit those of his original title of Berserker, it only made his strength as a heroic spirit far too obvious. Henry Jekyll was weak, barely passable for a fighter in the holy grail war in the first place, and the true asset was the very part of him that he scorned and shunned. It wasn’t his weak self as Assassin that was sought for in the war for humanity -- it was Hyde they wanted. Always Hyde. It was rather ironic that the parts of him he had discarded in order to become more like the heroes of legend was exactly what made him eligible to be summoned as a heroic spirit in the first place.

This sensation... He had picked up the feeling of multiple servants within the borders of Koi City, but none quite as worrying as this one. Although he could consider the servants of Chaldea to be allies to a certain degree, there were still servants he would never be able to have anything but a strained relationship to -- those who fought in the first war, opposing him and Tatsumi.

“Rider...” Jekyll called out the other’s class almost in a mutter under his breath. Though he could not pinpoint the identity of any of the other servants residing within his city from their presence alone, this one was too imposing, too familiar a sensation to not immediately recognise. And his blood was boiling.

He still remembered it to this day, even though 26 years had already gone by since the first war unfolded in Tokyo. The fall of his master and the misfortune brought upon him. His own fit of rage, so consuming, clouding, destroying, he had to kill, had to kill the Reiroukan master, he could not fail Tatsumi like this. But those bastards had got in his way, the three Knights, so just, so determined, he would gladly tear them apart if he had to... and that arrogant expression, mocking him, patronising him. The pain of his flesh torn apart by the pharao’s noble phantasm, not even joining the fray himself as if the battle was not even worth his while. This time would be different, this time his claws would tear into the other, rip at him until every last cell of his form in this world had disappeared to whence it came---

Pain. Heavy pants emitted from his mouth, emerald green eyes managed to focus on his palm outstretched on the table before him and the trail of blood flowing from where the scalpel had been jabbed in. At first he was confused, but a voice, ragged and shaking, filled the room, originating from his own mouth. “Enough... At least think a little before you take over. With my presence concealment he won’t yet know of our location in this city, let alone the fact that we are even here. Are you simply going to ruin that because you can’t even control your beastly impulses? Shame on you, Hyde, what you have shed is simply your form. Do not even dare to call yourself human just because you have gained an apparel much closer to mine. You are and always will be an irredeemable monster.”

Although there was no one else in the room, the doctor voiced his spite towards his conversational partner very clearly. The wound he had caused himself to halt the oncoming force of the other’s emotions and hatred was already starting to close up again -- although Jekyll couldn’t claim to pride himself with nearly a fragment of Hyde’s prowess, the Restructuring enabled by his noble phantasm was still in effect and simply enhanced manifold as was every other of his skills and parametres upon releasing the beast within. He had managed to restrain the other for now, but the full force of Hyde’s anger was still shaking his body, and Jekyll grasped a hand around his own arm to calm down his nervous system, focusing on his breathing.

Jekyll, a spiteful call of his name resounded within his mind. If I didn’t need you, I would have already killed you long ago. You can’t run from me forever. You made me. You need me. I am you as much as you are, and you will come crawling soon and depend on me. Your soul is already too corrupted to reject me. I will have this body and mind again.

Hello I’m Shino and I’m bringing you the local disaster duo because I have no love for myself and no sense of time management. I am looking for a master for Berserker which will basically be the person who supplies him with mana to have him keep a stable form in Koi alongside other matters, so if you could be interested in plotting out a relationship like this with me, feel free to hmu in my ims or on my twitter!

“Hm?” Amongst the unfortunate places to locate a lost wallet, the supermarket probably has to be near the top of the list, at least for the person who is now missing it. Just as he bends down to reach the kilo packs of salt near the lower shelves, Jekyll spots it on the ground, and immediate concern fills him. He can’t say that he likes the thought of going through someone’s personal belongings -- through his occupation, he often has to know more personal details about others, but this is a different matter entirely -- but if he has no means of locating the original owner with, he knows he will only feel even worse knowing he could possibly have made a difference.

It is with hesitation that he does so, but soon the wallet is open: unfortunately the ID card within does not help him out, written in a language he recognises as Korean, but does not know how to read. Long forgotten is already any form of further shopping -- possessing a just heart by nature, the doctor simply cannot let this be ignored, and soon his path brings him across a young man who seems like he could be searching for more than just groceries. It is a wild shot, but Jekyll has no choice but to ask. “Excuse me! Did you perhaps lose your wallet?” he begins, but then realises that if the identification card is in Korean, the other might not understand Japanese. English might be his first language, but after being summoned in the second Holy Grail War, it has almost become more natural for him to speak in the local tongue. Fortunately though it appears he gets a reaction.

Terry Pratchett sentence starters || accepting

Had it not been for his summoning to Chaldea, there were plenty of renowned figures across the globe he would never have heard about before. Simply being summoned into a futuristic era compared to whence he originated did not grant him omnipotence, and he did not by default gain knowledge of every single person of importance that had ever existed. The famous swords master Okita Souji was amongst the many he had only familiarised himself with after meeting his own demise -- he found solace in the fact that their legends roughly were of the same historical origin, but back when he had been alive the countries of England and Japan had been as if they were entirely different worlds. Knowledge of internal feuds in the far off eastern country was not exactly common.

Terry Pratchett sentence starters || accepting

“A hell of a lot better, that’s what, I’m allergic to that shit.”