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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

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➢ It's another lighthearted day in Chaldea...

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[Marie Alter was...something. Sanson can't say she's wrong, of course, because her people misunderstood her and sentenced her to death. And he was their instrument of death. In a twisted way, he was responsible for her ascending to the Throne of Heroes as an Avenger. It's not very nice to think about. He can feel a terrible pit in his stomach just seeing her here.

But here she is, in the infirmary, and as a doctor, he really can't pick and choose who walks in for an appointment.]

...Excuse me. Do you need anything?

[Act natural, Charles-Henri. Act natural. Even if whatever she might say would be barbs to him.]

[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.]

[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.]

[ the fact that he still allows her to hold onto him is more than enough for her, even if he refuses to spill her blood once more. how wonderful that would be, she thinks... to experience the euphoria that accompanied her beheading the first time, and all times afterward. surely marie was the reason "le petit mort" gained its current euphemistic meaning. ]

Ahh, how sad! What a waste of your talents, your legacy. [ she tilts her head to the side, her mouth twisted in a mocking pout. ] Don't you think so?

[That doesn't mean he's mentally wondering when she'll let go of him.

At the mention of his talents and his legacy, Sanson grimaces before hurriedly clearing his throat. It was those things that made him qualified to be an Assassin despite not actually being one in real life. He learned the trade of the executioner early in life even as his family treated the poor who knocked on their door, and passed it on to his son and grandson.

Only because there was literally nothing else left for them. No other profession would have them. So Sanson's skills were also a curse that he wishes he didn't have.]

Medicine is part of my legacy. [Even if it wasn't the one he became famous for. He didn't become the "Great Sanson" because he treated patients.] Surely you remember that my family also studied it.

I do, I do. But curing people isn't why you ascended to the Throne, non?

[ she finally lets go of his arm, but only so that she can extend her finger and run it down sanson's cheek. is this better or worse ]

[Thanks for reminding him, Marie Alter.

AND HER RUNNING HER FINGER DOWN HIS CHEEK IS WORSE. His face flushes and he flinches. This is way too much invasion of his personal space, RIP.]

...no, no, it isn't. I-In any case, my guillotine sees enough use on the battlefield.

[Except that this time he uses it on enemy Servants, dragons, etc. Marie Alter, despite her nature and how she made him scream internally sometimes (or most of the time), was certainly not an enemy.]

[ too bad malter DOESN'T CARE!! his bashfulness is cute, she'll admit, but it also frustrates her. pursing her lips, she withdraws her hand and stares at him. ]

Hm. How boring. [ she flips one of her pigtail over her shoulder. ] I much preferred your manifestation in Orléans. If only I was the one who got the chance to meet him again... oh, imagine the things we would have been capable of!

[He'd rather be boring than be that depraved version of himself back in Orleans. Marie had been correct when she told him, that time, that his blade had become rusty and he had lost sight of what it truly meant to be an executioner. Sanson would not make that same mistake.

The idea of that manifestation of him and Marie Alter together...

When she finally lets go, he manages to regain some of his composure and points out:]

He's not a real executioner. A true executioner wields his blade only for justice, not for the enjoyment of killing.

Tell me, then, Monsieur d'Mort. Was my death for justice? Do you truly believe that was the right thing to do?

[ she smirks, withdrawing her hand from his face. ]

I've seen the way you look at her. [ the "other" marie. ] You regret, don't you?

[His insides twist into a knot, and they twist more tightly at the mention of "her". Sanson knows exactly who she means from that tone of voice and the context. Once, he said that an executioner shouldn't have regrets. And yet...

Though he had been firm previously, Sanson falters now.]

I... [His voice catches. He doesn't particularly like to be reminded of that day when he brought the guillotine down upon a queen's neck. He slides a hand into his pocket and clenches it into a fist, his nails digging into his palm.]

I believed I was doing my country a service when I accepted my title and became Monsieur de Paris. But...but I've taken innocent lives, as well. I'm not proud of it.

[Way to put him on the spot there. It doesn't really help that Sanson isn't always straight up front with these sorts of things.]

cʜᴀʟᴅᴇᴀ pʜᴀɴᴛᴀꜱᴍ 4 [OPEN POST]

b...whispers HERE WE GO

i... am sorry about her

NAH DON'T BE

ok then i can at least be sorry for dying for a month

...still no, I know that feel

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