cinnamonagency | open post for Caster

[Archer hates nights like these when the sleep doesn't come and the endless ticking of the clock starts grating on his nerves. There's no use trying to fall asleep now, that much he knows. So he gets up and leaves the room, passing through endless corridors glaring in artificial light. Finally he steps outside, into the chilly winter air. Wind is biting his skin but he ignores it in favour of snowy mountains in the wan light. Moon peeks from behind the clouds from time to time as the wind picks up. It may snow in the morning.

He can feel other's presence, only now realizing that he's not alone.]

[ Your mistake, Archer, is trying to sleep at all. Servants don't need sleep, so why to try? ]

We're not really supposed to go outside, you know?

[ It's hypocritical to say when sitting outside as well- but supposedly there is a literal nothingness behind the mountains. They hide lack of horizon. But Caster does use it as a conversation starter regardless. After all, this guy is still pretty new to Chaldea, and he was one of the first here.

Who would have thought this guy will show his face so soon. Like a curse, indeed ]

[Because he can. Even if he doesn't really need to, it's good to recall some human habits from time to time.]

Hmph. [Archer's eloquent as always. Of course their paths have had to cross again, as if the fate loved the irony. Archer isn't going to deny that he's grown rather fond of the spearman in blue. Speaking of which--]

Odd to see you in this get-up.

I know right? [ He extends his arms letting the cape of his flutter. The first time he showed up like this, and it's exactly when the world is ending, huh. ] But at least I won't freeze my ass off here.

[ Find a good side in everything, yes. His druid garb will keep him warmer than Archer's armor when they're outside. Which again, they shouldn't be. And if they wander too long they might get a scolding from that doctor guy, or Da Vinci.

The latter could be fun ]

[That's a pretty fluttery thing, oh yes. Archer actually looks him from head to toe slowly, silently approving of that fashion choice. It's much better than blue onesie or - God forbid - Lancer's beloved hawaii shirt. Aside what passes for Caster's shoes. Archer's getting shivers just from looking at the bare toes.]

That's an improvement. [he quips dryly. His own armor is keeping him warm enough, negating the outside conditions.] You may get a frostbite.

[Nothing better than admiring Da Vinci's cleavage close and personal, amirite.]

[ Look, Da Vinci, Mona Lisa, etc Work of Art with capital letters. He can be intellectual and appreciate a good work of art from time to time. And that to speak Da Vinci's cleavage is well protected by a lot of fabric, but figures only someone who gets close to notice that- oops. ]

Nothing to worry about, runes, remember? [ Protection from the elements is the simplest thing out there ]

[Whoops indeed. Archer has nothing against cleavages, but watching Caster getting another unabashed look - or feel - of another nice one gets old after some time.]

Right. So how that feels to be another class?

[Chilly toes aside, he can't let a chance to poke fun at pass by. Another one is having doubles - or triples - of himself in different class. Talk about doppelgangers.]

[ Good thing no one of that internal narrative is said out loud because he would protest making him into such a creep!

But hey, Archer, you've asked a question, you will get an answer. One that is straight to the point at that ]

It sucks. [ There you go ] I told the kid to summon me as a Lancer, and look what it got me.

[ He extends his arms as if showing off. Yep, definitely not Lancer. Feels good to be finally able to complain. He has to keep face around their Master after all. Be that Grail War veteran, wise druid, etc... ]

[Archer tilts his head, scrutinizing him from head to toe.]

I think your outfit is an improvement from the last time. [Archer deadpans. Sure, it's not what Caster wants to hear, but he asked for it.]

[For a moment he looks into distance, mulling over voicing his thoughts. It's a nice break from the old routine of being summoned to beat the crap out of each other and get killed without obtaining their goal.]

[ Now they are summoned to save the world from the inevitable destruction and set everything back in place. Hopefully. If not, all of the humanity will stay dead, no biggie. ]

It's fluttery and hard to move in. [ Yep, the praise only annoys him more ] ...seriously.

Ah, of course, you have it easy. [ Being your usual, irritating, archery self ] Can you even get summoned as a different class?

[That's actually a dream job for Archer, he's not going to protest. As long as Hime or Lizzie won't be on the same team, though. Friendly fire is not pleasant.]

There is such possibility. Assassin or caster. [he shrugs. That fragile truce of theirs is still in place, but he's hesitant to talk too much about his abilities.]

[ Of course, it is. He gets to fight for a noble cause, play hero and cook for everyone. Arguably those two mentioned are worse as support in kitchen than on the battlefield ]

Caster-- now that would be a sight to see. [ Well, Caster chuckles. That would be a sight if they both got stuck with the same class. ] But you're here as the same old, Archer. Isn't that boring?

[ He would rather be a good, old Lancer himself, so he knows that no, not exactly. But you know, it's mostly a diversion because as he speaks he takes a handful of snow and--

shoves it behind Archer's collar ]

[Lizzie not that much, but Hime enjoys cooking with her fiery breath, and Archer prefers to not watch it, thank you very much.]

...!!

[Archer stiffens and whirls in place, grabbing some snow and immediately turning into spirit form to appear so close to Caster. He tries to shove it under - or into - that hybrid of tank top and tube top.

It is war.]

[ Caster cackles seeing the reaction, but the laugh is cut short as the counterattack is fired against him. He attempts to dodge, but- ehhh

Getting caught and suddenly having snow e v e r y w h e r e is much funnier ]

..! Bastaaaard!!

[ There is a lot, lot more uncovered skin on his outfit than Archer has. So the chill and cold attacks are far more successful. But then Caster is petty enough to hit back with full artillery. Calling on an Isa rune he turns the snow that Archer is standing in into solid ice ]

Ha, serves you right!

[Welp, that's a dirty trick, and very effective. Archer follows the earlier move fluidly, and then-

and then his fashionable shoes slip despite the metal on the soles. Whoops. That's what esteemed E rank luck is for. Archer has no choice but to follow gravity and kinetic force as he's barelling straight at Caster. He doesn't even try to dodge.

Take that, blue dog.]

[ They were supposed to throw snow at themselves, not... themselves. Caster braces himself expecting a snow attack but instead get tripping Archer torpedoing him into the nearest snowdrift.

Too bad they're on a mountain, and there are, you guessed it- SLOPES!

The gravity strikes again because the fall turns into a roll. Roll down ]

[It looks like Archer's luck rolled a critical failure. He gets tangled with Caster and there's snow - lots and lots, and they keep rolling. And rolling. And rolling.

He may have caused an avalanche.

Uh, it's good that no one lives down there, right?]

[ No one lives there because they are fucking cut-off of the flow of time, and there is a place where this area simply ends and a literal "nothing" awaits. There is only one way to stop this madness and that is-

Assuming ~~direct control~~ spirit form, that will help with the gravity. But nah, that's not Caster's idea. Instead, a large wicker arm shoots out of the slope below them and catches them in its grip ]

Shit—!! That was close! [ Thanks Wicker Man ]

[It takes Archer some time to find his voice, aside the 'Oomph!-' at the impact. It's hard to speak with his face in fluffy fur and full weight of provisional caster - and lots of snow - pinning his hands to his sides. It takes some time to spit the offending fluff and say something.]

You're damn heavy for the Child of Light.

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[ Caster grimaces at first at being manhandled so rudely. But the comment makes him laugh ]

Wrong kind of "light" you speak about! [ Also, doesn't change the fact he's made of feathers if you look at his weight, stfu Archer, he's agile and fast.

The giant hand gives them something to hold onto but it is still impressive climb back. They'll figure something out, right? ]

[That's something Archer can grump about later. Now, though, the immediate concern is the steep rock leading back to Chaldea.]

Hmph. Can any of your runes make us light enough to get back?

Hmm, that is one way to go about... but we still would need something to hold onto [ Casters face definitely drops as he notices the distance they should...well, climb. He settles more comfortably on the wicker palm as he tries to count how many more hands like that would need to get back/ ]

What about you, Archer? Got any climbing gear in that "bag of holding" of yours? [ If you can project kitchen utensils, why not climbing pick? ]

[Archer straightens and looks up, narrowing his eyes in thought. There are a few ways to tackle this height. He opts for ignoring Caster entirely as he summons his bow and a single arrow that ends - surprisingly enough - in lots of coils of rope.

Slowly he nocks the arrow and draws his bow fully, eyes focused on the target - a tiny patch of ice that Caster has created.]

I am the bone of my sword.

[Arrow cuts the air as the rope uncoils fast. Archer follows its flight with his sight, noting with satisfaction that it hits the target perfectly, burrowing deep in the rock. Now comes the harder part of altering the arrow to sprout curving out hooks. Seriously, he will need a long rest after using so much mana in short time.]

Hmph.

[ Caster whistles and grabs the rope giving it a good strong tug, testing if the hook won't just fall out and make them fall to their...maybe, not death, but to more problems. No problem there—

Caster raises his hand and roots sprout from under the snow, forming fingertips along their way, to ease the climb. He looks back at Archer, giving him a confident smile. ]

Looks like we're ready to go. I can let you hold my robe if you're scared of heights.

[Things would be different if Caster could hold his tongue. As it is Archer's eyebrow twitches. He picks up Caster throwing him over his shoulder, gives the rope a tug, and starts to climb.

~~Sorry not sorry, Cu.~~]

I may have to.

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[Fate AU] Insomnia

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lmao do you wanna continue this goofiness, i need some goooofiness

omg yess!

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