#prxceptum

         “I’m afraid I don’t have anymore details.” 

     Not that he expected her to let it go so easily, even he couldn’t deny the compromising situation, but it was exactly what it looked to be. No matter how long they’ve pressed with their queries, his story was consistent, forwards and backwards.

Welcome, Caitlyn!

Your Servant will be Genji Shimada!

We hope that you and your Servant can get along!

                                   Meme ✿ Accepting!

                           ☽ = wandering alone at night .

────────── ⊰ 🔱 ⊱ ─ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 night here does not hold the same perils as Eos did. There were no Daemons that she could see and perhaps it was reckless for one from her world to explore the night so impulsively, but she did tend to do that. Were there to be foes that approached, well, she did not fear death.

There’s a different look to everything in the light of the moon and she was lured to investigate it at her leisure now. Perhaps a stroll alone at night isn’t the most safe, but she’d been through much worse than anything she is sure could face her in a sheep filled place, though she could be wrong.

Woolston Payne: Is there something that could be best described as your muse’s guilty pleasure?  Is it a good thing or something they should probably try to not enjoy as much as they do?

If anything could be described as a guilty pleasure, it would be between sleeping and drinking.  And while sleep is a necessary action for proper functioning, Zoro sleeps more than enough for several people, let alone a single person-- it wouldn’t kill him to be actively conscious more often.  And, of course, drinking is “bad” so you know how that goes.   Contrary to how he acts or looks, he doesn’t take a whole lot of pleasure out of necessarily killing w his swords.  Training and fighting, sure.  But even that... he has yet to actually do in Stella City :(

Bitsy Smooches:  What kind of things would your muse have in their grocery cart?  Are they the type to fight for the last of something on the shelf at Cereal Market?

Hi there! Thanks for asking. Don’t worry, the question isn’t silly at all. 

We’re unfortunately not super familiar with the hextech rifle, but we assume that since it’s fueled by magic (correct us if we are wrong), it would be rather useless in Stella City. Mainly because powers are nerfed and magic is unavailable.

As for weapons, we don’t have any “official” rules, but we do approve them on a case by case basis. Things we look at, for example, are whether weapons are supernatural/magical (we only allow small powers in this setting) or how destructive they are (we don’t want our city to be blown to smithereens).

Some examples of weapons we have allowed so far or would allow:

Guns

A defective tome / spell book

A tome / spell book that casts rainbows

Weapons you could buy in the real world (e.g. bows/arrows, catapult, bat, etc).

And here are examples of weapons we wouldn’t allow:

A working magic staff that can summon many strong spells. (Too magical, too destructive.)

Rockets, nuclear weapons, etc. (Too destructive.)

Mecha / gigantic fighting robots. (Too destructive.)

A staff that can heal people to full health. (Too magical.)

Compromises can also be made. If you would like to bring a certain supernatural weapon which we otherwise wouldn’t allow, it may be possible to bring it in after some alterations have been made. In that case, the weapon would be partly or fully defective.

If you’re unsure, feel free to ask! As long as you describe what the weapon is like, we can see if it fits our setting and if the weapon would be brought along with your character here.

Thanks!

It was when Cloud first woke up that morning that he knew it would be a bad day. He’d woken up from a way too vivid nightmare and the stigma on his left arm burning. Still, he had to work. So he got himself and took a shower before heading out to make his delivery rounds for the day.

At least, that was the plan until his stigma acted up while he was on his bike and he nearly crashed. Luckily, he was able to right Fenrir and stop it before anything happened. He was bent over, gripping his arm, when he was approached.

He held up a hand and attempted to get a grip. “One second...” He muttered. It took a couple of minutes for him to get himself under control and he finally sat up.

No worries at all. A late arrival is better than no arrival anyway, especially when it comes to a competent sheriff such as yourself! Lord knows this town needs all the law enforcement it can get...

You’ll be staying in Hummingbird Hotel Room #217! Enjoy your stay!