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He's thinking. The vampire regards her seriously now.

ㅤ"...How much did that take out of you?"

It seemed not too dissimilar from an 'ultimate attack.' If she abided by any rules similar to his own, then she can't keep doing that forever.

He makes no movements yet, not while his arms are gone.

dust. Separated from their source, they can no longer maintain themselves. Her attack merely affirmed his existence as anomaly.

Even though he does not possess a 'healing factor' in the traditional effect, it still takes an abnormally long amount of time for causality to undo itself.

...

is more akin to a force of nature, brutal and unrelenting.

He has no clever commentary for her. For the first time since they'd met, he is completely silent.

As for the fiend's prize, it is utterly devoid of value. Being a creature that has no right to exist, his arms are already returning to

even with advance warning, he is not quick enough to respond.

ㅤ"Y—"

By the time he reacts, his limbs were long gone. Jester's gaze falls, shooting a vaguely disappointed look at the space previously occupied by his arms.

He is beginning to realize that she is unlike any other foe he's faced. She

He feels it, the instant she touches his shadow. It's like a gentle caress across his skin, featherlight and nauseatingly foreign.

His shadow is his own domain, something he wields total control over. It sickens him to his core to have something invade it. Like some parasite.

As fast as he is, ↷

❪ @sangheilionthefilm.bsky.social ❫

For once he's not taunting or threatening someone. He's got thick sunglasses on, and is sprawled out on a beach chair under a large umbrella. He only moves as the sun shifts, pushing himself further under the shade.

He's napping while there's some quiet.

Jester. Jester Karture, at your service.

❪ A bow, his eyes firmly locked to the ground. ❫

My moniker was—-six-hearted revolver. Will you allow me to receive your own name?

❪ For a moment, he's awestruck. He finds her wings agonizingly beautiful, but such a feeling so quickly translates to violence with him.

Knowing himself, loathing yet relishing his nature, he must admire from afar, where his savage claws cannot reach her. ❫

↷

"Mm?"

That response irks him to no end. He squints in annoyance, but grants this wish. It's a perfunctory motion; he makes a slicing motion with his hand.

This is typically followed with the rolling of heads, and he expects it to follow this formula.

Again, something far beyond his reach forces itself into his mind. He hates this feeling.

There's no joy in his reunion. This... This is going to be unilateral mashing of grapes, isn't it? He meets this cacophony of nightmares with pure dread.

"And?" His lip twitches. "What do you want now?"

of energy, changing and swapping out.

"It's what I want from the very bottom of my hearts. Just imagine the chorus of screams crescendoing, and then blanketed in a dense silence as a million voices are swept away in an instant.

The whole planet will be united in a shared agony~!"

"Yes, yes! See? You get it! I knew we had unique connection the moment I saw you. It's almost like you can understand the very depths of my soul."

Whatever solemn state had briefly cloaked him is whisked away in another bout of theatrics. Everything is so fleeting with him. It's a constant stream

❪ @the-oldest-fear.bsky.social ❫

One event after another, today's more excitement than he's had in two decades. But it's nice to have a moment to onese—what the HELL is that?

He jolts upwards at a familiar presence. His head snaps left, then right.

"You can come on out. I don't bite."

Who's the lucky magus, I wonder?"

❪ @beautifulcarnivore.bsky.social ❫

He identifies them as a Servant right away. They're completely unfamiliar to him... The wise decision would be to go the other way.

Then again. Nothing ventured nothing gained. All he has to lose is his life.

"My, don't you have a magnificent presence to you? ↷

"No? Not even a little?"

He whistles, simultaneously genuine acknowledgement and mockery.

"You must be pretty tough, huh?"

More and more strangers. Things get so crowded so quickly. But it can only make things more hectic.

In that case, not much to complain about.

"I'm bored."

He gestures at everywhere, and nowhere. Turns and laughs.

"There is nothing. I don't care anymore. At least this way, I'll get to see something interesting in my final moments."

His arms fall to his sides. The laughing stops.

"Don't tell me to go out quietly. I still have my ego."

... "My wish for the Grail is... To awaken ORT and destroy this world."

"Not at all. That was a total guess! Loki, Apep, Tiamat. It's all so... Predictable, you know?"

He claps his hands excitedly at the guess. Had Majora given any sort of reaction, he'd be gloating by now.

"Oh? Do you want to know? You want to know what I'd wish upon the Grail?"

wandering about, do you? They tend to be slain, or sealed away. Your siblings must be very kind."

His response gets a perplexed expression from Jester. It's a clear play on words, but it's far from scathing.

The more he reads into it, the more its intended meaning is lost. Eventually he gives up and shrugs, rather than do the heavy lifting for Majora.

"A deity of chaos. You don't see those

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⠀ ⠀「⠀ #MVRP ／ #OCRP ／ #MYTHRP ／ #FATERP⠀ 」

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// "You'd think he'd put up a better fight" against the darkness devil is crazy.

// He was using those 😢

"I'm NOT hungry."

"I'm not. I'm only gauging you as prey. I give you five stars, by the way."

He whistles. "Good, it may as well be. What's that saying again? The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the one that doesn't."

"I'm not hungry."

Beggers can't be choosers, anyhow. A desperate enough bloodsucker wouldn't give it a second thought.

"I do hope your nanotech isn't what makes you unique, because I've yet to sense anything from you that'd put you anywhere near my footing."