#caseal

Been revisiting my fave middle skewl show.

Fourier is so precious 😭😭😭

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oC8px… ...okay not really it's actually just http://kasodanii.tumblr.com/ 's katana swinging Caseal. 8'D IT'S A RUNNING JOKE OKAY But anyway yeah, in celebration of me miraculously clearing that stupidly hard solo Extreme Quest in PSO2 after about twenty tries so I could enter the high-level channels for us to go do dumb shit with actually GOOD raid teams and her putting up with me salting during it I dug this out of my old pencil arts and decided what the hell, why not, she deserved it. HAPPY LATE MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU LIL SHITCHILD AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW NEON BLUE FANART OF YOUR BEST GIRL Go away http://ask-sethb1.tumblr.com/ your lieutenant is worst girl 8'D Anyway, enjoy!

Azad: ....guess it’s less awkward than “egg bearer”...

There was still no sign of the Pact. The information Rata Novus had on Mordremoth had been meager, but the city's defenses could still be of some use against the Dragon. "'Sides, Priory folk ain't the type to miss out on this." The silvery-blue sylvari, Taisce, had quipped while fiddling with the consoles. "Got what the Commander needed from this mess if we didn't invite those blues in they'd likely be proper- wait, shit what did that push do? That's- well might want to stay out of that corner of the lower labs unless you're lungless like a glowfolk or have whatever Chompers has." They hadn't said anything for a long while, only moving their hands up from the console controls to tap at the grey stone embedded in a tangle of wires dug into their forehead. It was disheartening, to see that abandoning his post at Tarir lead to finding such little information on the Elder Dragon that threatened them the most. Certainly the duties of a Bastion included scouting but his task was to guard- a task he had failed in a rending shriek of metal. His apprehension at the matter was irrelevant, he had a task ordained by the stewards of Glint herself, and he would live up to their expectations. Going back to Tarir would mean no longer having to run into the demon that declared itself "Sluagh Gruama" anymore. The rancorous beast that trailed after the sylvari medic like a thundercloud of the group had greeted Immal by nearly licking his head off his shoulders and had an unnerving habit of appearing where it would be most likely to startle someone. Among the rest of the group, Taisce's bodyguard, Noor, was about as sociable as her boss, but Immal supposed the sylvari medic and jumpy charr from the Priory were a friendly sort even if the sylvari had a nearing resemblance to a mordrem guard. Then there was the actual mordrem guard. Every time Immal thought about them his mind reeled in dissonance. How many of his fellows had fought and fallen against Mordremoth's treacherous guard? It was a small group of mordrem guard after all, that lured him away from Kahleed and Juna so the vinetooth could tear them apart. And yet- how desperately they pleaded with the small expedition team. The mordrem had wandered down a path where their master's voice grew quieter and was struggling and failing to keep on it. Immal had formed his arm into a blade, some part of him unconsciously reasoning that perhaps the hungry sword he had carried with him was too grisly a fate even for the mordrem. But then the sylvari medic, Aisteach, had kneeled down beside the guard and peeled off their own diadem of wires and stone to the protest of the demon. Aisteach had carefully affixed the circlet- a contraption made to ward off outside mental influence, Immal had heard, onto the forehead of mordrem, carefully bending the metal into the warped bark even as tiny rivulets of golden sap ran down their face. Taisce, who had quietly been observing the scene had then offhandedly mentioned that the transfer and warping of the circlet would mean it required a power boost to make sure its systems restarted. And Immal had provided it. He couldn't pinpoint if it was curiosity or some kind of hope but he had provided the spark from his own essence to restart it. And it worked. By some bizarre stroke of luck the quiet in Rata Novus and the circlet had dimmed the roar of Mordremoth's voice in the guard's head down to the point where they asserted their own name. Gharach. "Could of used some of Novus for that spark," Taisce had chirped at him later. "I doubted we had the time." "Doubt it would have worked as well either." Gharach had remained with them, picking off any chak that wandered too close- in a way they were a welcome line of defense after Noor and the demon had decimated Rata Novus' reawakened security systems. Despite being bulky as the rest of the guard, they were absurdly quick too, able to alert the others of any encroachments. Their steadfastness in defending the expedition team had won some trust to be sure, and even with all the troubles the mordrem caused him, Immal remained curious about the mordrem- though what he was curious about he just couldn't quite put a finger on. Perhaps it was the same way with Gharach, as when they were not fighting chak together, the antlered mordrem tailed no too far behind the Exalted. Watching with red sclera and gold iris, a look of relief whenever Immal entered a room Gharach was lingering in. It came to no surprise that Gharach was in the console room as well when Immal brought up his need to return to Tarir. "The Pact forces should arrive soon, and the forces within your group should be sufficient in repelling any lingering chak encroachments." He said, "I fear I have left Tarir for too long without reporting in with my whereabouts and operations." "Mhm," Taisce finally muttered, "Can't tear you away you officials away from official stuff for too long. Got a big job and all, no need for you to play with us." "Yes. Well, I am certain you will have no need of me and be fine on your own-" Immal had stopped suddenly. At his words Gharach had shot up and hurried stiffly out of the console room. "Excuse me for a moment." "Mhm." Immal found the mordrem at the edge of the slopping hallway leading to the upper reaches of the ruined city. The chak corpses had been cleared from the area- either by the bodyguard's hard work or the "Sluagh's" appetite, and it appeared that the insects had decided to fall back from the abandoned city entirely. Not their absence was a bad thing, Immal thought, but their absence had left a resounding silence. "So..." Excellent way to break the silence, Mal, he thought. "Look it's just-" really smooth there, living up to the name of Exalted right there. "My apologies, if I said something that upset you. It has been a long time since I interacted with someone outside of the Exalted, I may have overstepped boundaries in ignorance." For a moment the silence settled in again, and Immal cursed himself for undoubtedly messing up again. But then Gharach turned his head, ever so slightly to the point his eye was barely seen over his ragged shoulders. From the little bit Immal could read from the mordrem's body language, Gharach looked confused. "If there's anything I can do-" Immal continued. Gharach growled to themselves before sitting down, letting their spine slide against the passage's walls. They never were one for words, only an occasionally quiet thanks after Immal would sometimes spontaneously congratulate them on a particularly showy chak kill. In all honestly though- Gharach was impressively agile, it didn't hurt to compliment what was fun to watch. "Stay," Gharach finally blurted out. "I-if you can" they continued, burring their face in their knees. Immal hovered beside the mordrem before turning his back to the wall and gracelessly fumbling into what could be considered a sitting position. He looked ridiculous, lack of legs and bits of armor still keeping him off the ground not helping. But it felt like an appropriate thing to do. Maybe. He still wasn't sure how to approach any mortal, nevermind a mordrem newly ripped from the grip of the Dragon. It seemed to have a positive effect on Gharach though, enough for them to continue in a wavering whisper. "Everyone's gone. Dragon grabbed them, can't touch you." They paused, a silence that felt like it lingered for a lot longer than actuality. "Thought you would hate me. Don't think you do but- I like you around. Wish you would stay. Would follow but the voice could-" they stopped, obviously distressed. "If you wanted to kill some more chak together I could stay a bit longer. Or do something other than kill chak- I don't think they'll be coming back for a long time. How well do you think you could repair century old asura constructs?" "Wait- n-no shouldn't force you though you can-" "They won't need me back so soon." That was probably true, unless Tarir had need of a bastion that was a failure at guarding their partners. "Besides, I'm supposed to fight against the Elder Dragons and their effects right? I'm here to help you with that if you need me." He could see Gharach out the periphery of his vision. An odd feeling suddenly struck him, how long it must have been since he had eyes, if he would have seen that movement if he did. But he could still feel. A ragged claw slipped into the shallow curved hook that made up Immal's forearm, gripping it like a rock overhanging a ravine. He unfurled his talon, hovering golden metal intermingling with armored bark. Gharach froze, as if any movement could cause their fingers to slip through. A weak laugh escaped Gharach's skeletal face. "Warm. Didn't expect that." Perhaps he should stay. He would.

I have been digging the tomboyish look that the jersey gives, as well as the new cast parts I got. Casts may have cheaper voices, but their parts can be expensive... but it is fun to mix-and-match. xD

Sketchlock drew this and it’s so adorable.