cʜᴀʟᴅᴇᴀ pʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ 4 [OPEN POST]

[formidable]

Premise There is a lull to be sure even in Chaldea where work is continually being done in order to restore human history. But the work is important, as it is dangerous and even the Servants and their Master need to recover from the various types of combat situations they find themselves in. So sure, lull it is, but it's honestly never a dull day in Chaldea. With Servants like these? Impossible. "Chaldea Phantasm" is an open sandbox RP post for players to roleplay in the setting based on the mobile game, Fate Grand Order and the Fate franchise. You can play out scenarios between Master and Servant(s), Servants fighting each other, monsters, material/event grinding, AUs, etc. This post will have actual prompts that can be used at your leisure! Otherwise, feel free to write up your own scenario within the presented setting. A) Oh Nooooooo Nurse! You just came back from gathering materials or a particularly nasty battle (curse those wyverns)! The infirmary is there for Servants and Master to rest in although they better hope that a certain vigilant nurse isn't there to meet them. Trying to heal those cuts and burns are the least of your worries when amputation is the cure. Better hope some of the other Servants with healing skills are there instead! In the meanwhile, the infirmary is stocked with all the basic first aid, medicine, and even vitamin gummies. Yum! B) FOUVASION...! How's our furry friend been doing? How adorable, Fou's been running in the hallway. And seen in the kitchen. And then the training room. And then behind that plant. And under the bed. And then on the ceiling. And then a giant Fou-kun in the hall... Uh oh. Maybe one of the Casters have gone hog wild in cloning our best runner. Chaldea is filling up to the brim with Fou!! What do you do!? C) Wildcard What it says on the tin. Basic Guidlines ➢ In the subject line or in your opening thread, please say if you're opting in or out for spoilers! ➢ If you have a fanmade Servant, please try to link to information or have a quick summary of your character! Likewise with cross-canon characters with a Fate/AU. ➢ Be kind and courteous to one another about spoilers, please! ➢ If stuff gets mildly NSFW or something just mark your threads and we'll be good to go! ➢ It's another lighthearted day in Chaldea...

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[hoasen]

[HE'S TOTALLY HIDING SOMETHING. Sure he wouldn't want to be touched suddenly, but this is suspicious.]

That's okay, I'll be gentle! They shouldn't pick on you too much.

[AND SHE REACHES lower now because she's short. Which means she's going to yank the tail.

Gently though.]

LISTEN THESE TWO HAVE WAY TOO MANY GAGTAG POSSIBILITIES

[painalty]

[He sighs. Fine, fine.]

What did you expect, anyway? This isn't a candy store.

[ninanna]

Goodness, it's lovely! The softness is almost divine!

[She holds the overly fluffy tail in her arms as she nuzzles her face into the fur.]

This is it! It must be a cloud. A piece of the heavens gracing you with its presence. Ah, and if a part of you is from the heavens do you know what that means?

[She's about to claim ownership of him like he's a goddamn dog. Rest in pieces, Robin.]

[unvictory]

I'm sure it's some new servant...isn't that how these things always go?

[What kind of event would necessitate a new servant multiplying fous for absolutely no reason is

unknown

But some heroic spirit out there would multiply fous. Probably. In any case, the culprit himself is just delighted to have two cute anime girls paying attention to him, offering the usual fou, fouuu--! to the pat.]

Would you like to help me prepare dinner, then? A spare set of hands around the kitchen are always welcome. We can wash the ingredients together!

[she can make sure nightingale doesn't bleach the carrots]

Kairi Shishigou (Spoilers are fine)

[shishigou]

[A Wild Magus Appears]

[Kairi Shishigou had just been killing time in Trifas, waiting for the night the plan could be enacted. And of course, wandering around the places mages would go, he's fallen into some sort of trap.

Now, he's standing in the middle of some shiny sterile hallway, scruffy and smelling of blood and gunpowder. Needless to say, he looks and feels out of place, though the master's Command Seal is still plain as day on his hand.]
... Hello?

[He's looking around, before moving to a corner of a junction, gun not drawn but hand on it, ready to do so.]
Anybody here?

[Parting the Fou Sea]
[The influx of fluffy magic rodents is a pretty big problem, most would say. Kairi's barely noticed it, though, since they seem to be avoiding him like the plague. He'll just walk through a Fou infested common area and they scurry to the side as if deflected by an invisible barrier. Apparently, they don't care much for this magus' particularly ominous aura.]

Have there always been so many of these... weird, Merlin squirrel things in here?
[He sits down with a thump on a couch, sending a few more Fous scampering off.]

[Wildcard]
[Hit me up with whatever!]

[robindarich]

[He feels NOTHING BUT HUMILIATION WHEN SHE COMPLIMENTS HIS TAIL. Absolutely... nothing.... when she nuzzles it.]

I'm not going to answer that. Knock it off!

[It means nothing. It means he's not going to humor her this time!!!! He's attempting to pry her off of the fluff.]

Stop cuddling and stroking it! This isn't a grace from the heavens, I'm obviously in Hell!

[decapita]

[to be fair, anyone who isn't explicitly a noble is a commoner to marie. considering she'd met her end at the hands of the french people who'd had enough of the monarchy, she doesn't take well to nightingale's counterargument.]

You're the fool, you crazy nurse. This? This is no illness. All of this is integral to me. If you kill me now, I will return from the Throne, exactly the same! I'll come back again and again, as many times as I need to!

[at this point, marie leaps off the counter and turns to stare daggers at nightingale, blood red eyes the polar opposite of her proper's sky blue.]

i... am sorry about her

[decapita]

[oh, sanson. sanson, sanson, sanson. both the good and twisted sides of marie have forgiven their executor, but not for the same reasons. marie proper knows charles-henri was just performing the job given to him when he severed her life's thread from the material plane. killing even a felon deserving of their punishment was never something sanson wanted to do. marie alter, on the other hand... saw the would be-assassin's heirloom blade as a release from the world that had come to hate her so. in the moment where his hand held her fate, she'd felt closer to him than even her husband—a wretched murderer to a wicked criminal.

her last words—"pardon me, monsieur"—take on a different meaning when they're coming from the alter's mouth.

her red eyes light up when it's sanson she encounters in the infirmary. like her pure self, marie has no sense of personal space for others; as soon he makes himself available to her, she reaches out and takes his arm in both of hers, clutching it like a lifeline.]

Perhaps... another kiss from your guillotine, mon cheri Sanson?

[she's awful.]

[disinfection]

Your illness isn't of a disease I can treat. It's of the mind. That's unfortunate. [Her own red eyes flash.]

That just means you're infecting those I can treat. If I must kill you to cure others I will.

[Mainly she just wants Marie to stop eating brioche in the infirmary!! She lunges again.]

[disinfection]

Couldn't they have found a mate?

[Nightingale, no.

But probably just a Servant testing the limits again.

Fous are just like infections. They get everywhere but they're so cute.]

I suppose I can do that. However, wash your hands.

[But why can't she bleach the carrots.]

a wild magus

[disinfection]

[Gunpowder. Blood. It's a mixture of smells that draws Nightingale in from the infirmary. It's a scent she can never forge even after so many years--

She stares at the magus. This definitely isn't her Master. Yet he's here and clearly a Master. Her hand goes for her own gun warily.]

Why are you here? [The smell of blood is thick on him but she doesn't think he's wounded. ...Something she would have preferred.]

[unvictory]

Hmph.

[She puts Fou down and then stands back up, hands on her hips.]

You might be the top dog over at the infirmary, but you're in my domain now, you know. You won't be giving any orders here.

[That's not to say she won't wash her hands, obviously. But she knows what to do!!

First thing's first though...she walks over to Nightingale and hands her an apron.]

You'll need to roll up your sleeves and take off your gloves, too.

[ninanna]

Don't tell me what to do! Your new additions obviously fall under my domain! Look at them! Are they not fluffy like clouds? Does your tail not look like a cloud that floats off in my heavens? You belong to me now!

[SHE'S NOT LETTING GO!!! In fact she squeezes tightly.]

[disinfection]

[That... is surprising. Right, Boudica was a queen. Nightingale stares first at the apron then back up at Boudica.]

What?

[Back at the apron.]

Of course I'll wash my hands and take off my gloves. [Roll up her sleeves?!] Why must I wear an apron?

[unvictory]

[Okay, that dumbfounded expression of hers is adorable and she can't help it, Boudica removes a hand from the apron to cover her mouth, laughing quietly.

Nightingale's always so Sure Of Herself in nursing, demented single mindedness aside, that seeing her like this is really endearing.]

Because sometimes food preparation is messy business, dear. [She pops the apron over Nightingale's head, then moves around to tie it at her back.] It's just a precaution.

[robindarich]

[Another shock shoots down from his shoulders.]

Gyah!?

[STOP!!!! He steps away from her and holds the edges of his mantle at his side, rigid.]

Just because it looks like a cloud, doesn't mean it is a cloud! And what're you talking about? Yours? I'm yours? Hah?!

[disinfection]

So, like surgery.

[It's been quite some time since she had to worry about such things. She hadn't been oblivious to kitchen work in life but being a Berserker had some downsides even if she could generally communicate better than some.

...She couldn't help but feel a bit, well, mothered by this and she's Not Sure about what was happening.]

I feel like I wandered into a foreign battlefield again.

[unvictory]

[All British heroic spirits are her children, she doesn’t make the rules sorry.

Well actually she does but still.]

Then aren’t you fortunate? You’re partnered up with a veteran of this particular battlefield.

[She takes Nightingale’s hand and leads her over to the kitchen counter tops. Once they’re there, she lets go to pick up a sack of potatos and pour out...well, a lot of them. The counter is now a sea of carbs.]

So! Today we’re going to make stew, so you’ll be peeling the potatos.

[ninanna]

Of course you are! I've said it now. You can't take it back.

[She laughs and is determined to be extra stubborn about keeping that tail to herself.]

[disinfection]

[She's not sure how to feel about this revelation?!]

Ah. [She's not a child!! She picks up a potato.]

These will be my patients for the moment. I'll need a scalpel and then I'll proceed with the operation!

[unvictory]

[Well...enthusiasm is good...!!!

But Boudica hands her what is neither a scalpel nor even a knife. Just a simple vegetable peeler.]

Peeling, not slicing or dicing. It requires a bit of finesse.

[disinfection]

[Is such finesse work appropriate for a Berserker... well, they'll find out.]

I see. No matter, the operation will be a success. [As she starts using the peeler--oh, oh no. Is that much of a potato supposed to come off?]

NAH DON'T BE

[painalty]

[Sanson will never be used to people invading his personal space when in life, everyone was quick to give him a wide berth whenever he came around. (Even if sometimes, the attention was welcomed or merely tolerated.) Neither will he be used to how Marie Alter speaks to him...they are nonetheless barbs, reminding him of what he did and how he must have been toward Marie in Orleans.

Twisted, creepy, sadistic.

That version of him and Marie Alter would make quite the pair. But this was Sanson - saner and tortured by his deeds of death, so he stiffens a little when she grabs his arm and hangs on. Yet, he doesn't pry her off, either.]

I-I'm sorry, but that's not what I do here. [He uses his free hand to gesture to their surroundings.]

[robindarich]

Yeah? Watch me!

[He's trying to take it back. His tail, that is. Yet the more he struggles with her, the more his tail is being pulled on. And the more those weird jolts zip through his nerves and limbs. With his teeth grit, it's clear that Ishtar is more stubborn than Robin and he lets go.

He's flushed and breathing hard and his heart races.]

Fine! I give up!

[Oh, he's pulling off his mantle entirely so she can get the full picture of his ears and tail.

It's disgustingly cute and he hates it.]

[robindarich]

[The amount it has softened is directly proportional to how much it has lessened how afraid Robin is for his limbs to be used as unwilling donations.

... Would she? If it would save a patient, he wouldn't put it past her.]

Don't worry. You're not alone in that, I'm sure. It's rare that there's a Servant who's summoned without regrets. I can count them on one hand.

[He shows off his hand.

There's a small cut on his palm he didn't notice from fighting earlier..]