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Elyrin
December 11th, 2011, 12:41 AM
Kotomine Church
5:20 AM

Having just finished the first part of his daily workout, Kotomine Kirei sat meditating in the silent basement of the Church. His teenage daughter had not yet awoken, but his son would be coming downstairs within a few minutes, and the two would continue with their practice. Until then, he would think about the world and his place in it, as he often did. More pressing than that, however, were the events soon to unfold in Fuyuki.

Any day now, the seven Masters would arrive in the city, they would summon seven Servants, and the Fifth Heaven's Feel would begin. Legendary heroes would again walk the earth, and do battle for a chance to obtain the Holy Grail, the granter of wishes. So far, he was not aware of any summonings within the city, but those Masters with proper connections could have summoned even from a different country. It was quite possible the Einzbern representative had already summoned, and had indeed set up their base without his knowledge.

Unfortunately, there was little Kirei could do at the moment. His greatest ally was not one to be ordered around so easily, so until he became cooperative, they would have to wait. If worse came to worst, he would take matters into his own hands, but not yet. As mediator, keeping the city relatively safe was more important than running off and getting killed by an enemy Servant.

Kotomine Kirei heard someone walking down the stairs, and returned to his feet. It was time to make sure his son knew what was needed to survive. The priest's death in the coming conflict was fairly likely, so the boy could very well end up in charge of the Church, something the man wanted him to prepare for.

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Matou Basement
12:00 PM

For a short moment, the perpetually dark basement lit up. The summoning would be a success, of course. How could a heir to one of the founding families fail to call a Servant for the war? The only possible answer was, quit simply, that there was no heir. Only a coward of a boy and a weakling of a girl, neither one would be fit to take over the family. Not that it mattered. If this war did not end with the victory of the Matou, the family would die out. There would be no chance to compete in the Sixth Heaven's Feel.

For that reason, Matou Zouken had secured himself a little insurance. The Servant he had the girl summon would be unmatched in this war, even under a provisional contract with the boy. If he died, so be it. The Servant's abilities would allow for an escape, followed by a return to the Matou home, and the Servant would leave empowered by the girl's exceptional heritage. They would be unstoppable.

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Ferry
1:20 PM

Looking towards the town of Fuyuki, Emiya Kiritsugu sighed. The young girl behind him was in no mood to talk, as he expected. Ten years ago, he had given everything in a vain attempt to fulfil an impossible ideal... and as a result, they had both been left with nothing. It was a wonder she even tolerated his presence, despite the bond the two once shared.

For the second time, he would work with his wife's family and try to retrieve the Holy Grail. For the second time, he would then attempt to destroy it. The spell that bound him to seek the Grail did not require he keep it, after all. The girl he was to escort to the castle in the forest probably knew, but it didn't matter. Even if she acted against him, and tried to stop him, she would accomplish nothing. So, he would fight once again, and he would betray her once again. Most likely, he would not survive once again.

For the first time in ten years, the Magus Killer would again walk the streets of Fuyuki, and defeat every Master that stood before him.


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Everyone may choose their summoning location. Times must be no earlier than 7 AM and no later than 10 PM. After every pair writes their introduction posts, decide on your actions for the day and PM them to me. I will decide which actions can happen offscreen, and which must take place onscreen.

After that, the first night of the Fifth Holy Grail War can begin.

REMEMBER, TIMESTAMP ALL OF YOUR POSTS

Mormarth
December 11th, 2011, 01:31 AM
Jack
9:20 AM

I opened the door to the safehouse my benefactors had acquired, a small house in the southern area of the suburbs, I took several minutes to survey the house, it possessed everything I required, including the crucial basement, don't want neighbors looking in and seeing me doing something involving blood and flashing lights, after all! I opened the pantry and, to my surprise and delight, found some tea! Whoever arranged this place knew me very well, after stewing in paranoia, I brewed the tea, drank it (Delicious~), and finally, descended to the basement to make preparations.

10:00 AM

Ding!

I glanced at the small timer, it would appear the time has come to attempt the summoning, I finished stretching, rose to my feet, and looked over my handiwork, Not bad, probably the best circle I've made, not that I've made very many.

Nodding, I opened my circuits, and with my heart racing, and my hands shaking, I intoned the incantation!

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

I anounce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword."

Then, I recited the words given to me by my benefactor, You've had no real training as a magus, you might as well just use the maddened warrior. You're probably going to die anyway~

Jerk.

"Yet, thou serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos.

Thou, bound in the cage of madness. I am he who commands those chains."

I licked my lips anxiously, the circle glowed, I shook all over, my heart beat wildly, This is it..!

"Here is my oath, I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all of the evils of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!"

The world went white. I shielded my eyes, and gazed upon my servant.

Blackdeath6031
December 11th, 2011, 03:32 AM
Hidemoto
7am
A certain park

Geez.
Why does this job need me to wake up so early?

I cover my mouth as I yawn, paying only the minimal amount of attention to my target.

In front of me was the spirit of a woman, its nature made obvious from its transparent, blue-whitish body.
It was growling, snarling and all those other onomatopoeia to describe whatever she was doing.

I'd attempt to communicate with her, but at this state she'd probably not be able to comprehend me, let alone reply.

But that's all well and good.

She had cornered me, trapping me by the corner of the park, which I suppose was not surprising in this state.

As she approached me and thus entered the formation I set up earlier, I raise my right hand to begin the chant.
Wait...what was the chant?
...No matter. I'll make it up on the spot.


"Seven calls to the gods of Yamato,
Breathe, Blink, Swallow, Sleep, Laugh, Cry, Wake.
Three calls to the guards of hell,
Bind, Reap, Gouge.
Ten perfect figures and Ten imperfect desires,
Create a link of aether between the root of souls to this world.
I plead to those who serve Izanagi;
And forge this link of fire into the realms of Izanami
To bind this into the predetermined realms
Lest it loses peace and wrecks Yamato, our land."

... ... ... ... ... ...
... ... ...

Ow.
Wait, why's my hand hu-
...When did that mark appear?
Funny image, tha-

Wait, that spirit hasn't been bound yet?!

Yet the formation's glowing?

What is this, I don't eve--....

Elyrin
December 11th, 2011, 04:11 AM
BD/Saber


Dangerous summoning area
Roll: 3

When the formation before you lit up, several other things happened at the same time.

Whatever spell you had accidentally cast, it put quite a dent in your prana reserves, and the drain still seemed to be present. You weren't likely to be casting any spells for a while. Since your attempt at a binding spell had ended up as something completely different, the female spirit you were trying to capture floated through your circle like it wasn't there, raking claws across your chest while you were stunned by the light. There were no physical wounds, of course, but that didn't make the pain any less real.

...and, as if the day was actively trying to make itself worse for you, the wind picked and and began to sound like terrible howls. A quick glance around quickly disproved that theory, though. A number of human-shaped images of varying sizes melt into existence around you, once fair features twisted with malice and anger. The blast of energy from your botched spell was enough to wake up far more vengeful spirits than you had originally planned on dealing with. Putting the effort to remember your binding spell seems like it would have been a good idea.

Katie
December 11th, 2011, 12:28 PM
Knight
10:00 AM

It has been a very long time since I have set foot on this world. A century and a half... So much has changed since then. There aren't horses anymore... What a relief. Always hated those bastards. ...Why is this my first concern? I need to know if injustice plagues this land as it has done before.

I look around. My Master is a strange person wearing a piece of glass over their eye, and has unusually tall headwear. What is the point of that? It seems so ridiculous, and if it's a fashion style of the modern world, I am severely disappointed. It looks absurd, as if one is trying to look incredibly dignified but utterly failing at it. The new world is already very distasteful...

Time to ask the question my Servant told me.

"...Meum Dominum es?" I ask, expecting a prompt reply.

Mormarth
December 11th, 2011, 01:34 PM
Jack
10:00 AM

I blinked through the light, and beheld my Servant; he was grim-faced, with short brown hair, and an eerie red light, shining out of one eye. He was also clad in some armor, over what appeared to be priest's robes. He was surprisingly short, standing at what was roughly 5'7 feet tall, to my 6' feet of thinness. But, he seemed to carry some measure of.. something with him, some power, or grace, perhaps it was simply his strength, or given his robes, his faith in God.

I recalled that an ability of the Berserker class was Mad Enhancement, which destroyed the mind in favor of power, I searched for the thread of my power sustaining the ability and severed it for the time being, I wished to have a conversation with this spirit, not simply shout orders to an automation.

Then, he spoke in Latin,
"...Meum Dominum es?" I ask, expecting a prompt reply.

Unfortunately, my Servant appeared to be staring away from me, and had both eyes fixed to a picture of Dapper David - The Gentlemanly hero! whom I had moved to the basement, as he was one of my personal heroes, being so polite to even his deadliest foes, and everything always turned out fine, I wish I had that life. Berserker, if it truly was Berserker, stared at the poster with distaste. I coughed, slightly, and adjusted my clothing, a long coat, which brushed my knees, a long T-shirt, along with jeans and some worn down sneakers.

I stepped forward, and caught my Servant's attention, hopefully retaining my taught Latin from.. back then, "Etiam, ego sum vestrum dominum."

Here's hoping I remember enough to not look like a moron.

Neir
December 11th, 2011, 03:28 PM
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Saber
7 AM

[I]This feeling again... I thought I was done with this after the last war.

In a flash of light, a form began to coalesce. Gunmetal grey greaves and bracers, and a dark, heavy breastplate and pauldrons. Running along the armor were lines like fractures, as though it was ready to fall apart any second, except that the lines glowed dimly red. In one hand was a large axe, the head dipping low to the ground. The man opened his eyes to take in his surroundings. Wordlessly, he reached forward with his empty hand, and grabbed the head of the spirit clawing who he assumed was his summoner. With a violent jerk, he ripped the creature's head from its body, and let the head drop onto the lifeless corpse.

"You... you're my Master, huh?" He spoke slowly, deliberately, as though he had just woken up.

His hand tightened on the haft of the axe as he took a step forward toward the mage. With his free hand, he shoved the man to the ground and stretched the axe-laden hand behind him. With the mage on the ground, he swung the axe in a massive arc, obliterating all the spirits in range.

"Servant Saber. I have come in response to your summons."

Brynhilde
December 11th, 2011, 05:54 PM
Brynhilde
7am

Winter had always been my favourite season of the year.

Why? What’s the fun in it? Summer fanatics would have asked that question relentlessly. But winter’s so barren, so lifeless. The chirpy girls who loved spring would have also pouted. And it is not even as mysterious and sad as a golden autumn. One or two truly melodramatics souls would have condemned it as well. It wasn’t a popular choice, and it never will be.

But even fools have their own right to choose. You would never have understood the beauty of a cloudless and infinitely blue winter sky, under which the air is so crisp that each breath felt like a sweet draught for the lungs. Nor would you have appreciated the way that the coldness pulled at the nerves of your limbs, prickling at the edge of your consciousness to refine the sharpness of your mind. And of course, I’ve only ever met a handful who saw the eternal grace in the barren skeletons of trees that stretched their branches steadfastly skyward, stripped of all their insubstantial foliage and showing nothing but their powerful, primeval life force.

That was the beauty of winter. Pure, pristine, untouched by any vanity or unnecessary adornment. Majestically exhibiting only the most fundamental things in this world, and yet never forgetting the silent whisper of the next promised spring.

It was this reason that made me love the winter Fuyuki countryside.

Panting slightly with the effort of climbing up this rather steep hill so early in the morning, I sat heavily down on the ground. It was, indeed, a perfect winter morning. My white wispy breath danced in the chilly morning air, and the silver frost that shrouded the ground of this hilltop creaked slightly under my weight as I sank down. Rubbing my gloved hands, I brought them to my mouth and blew on them to warm them up again, and at the same time gingerly brought my legs closer to my torso. The air was even colder at this height. Though I was covered properly in layers of clothing, thick jeans, and hiking boots, the chill still got to me. I reached under my short red hair and rubbed my ears too. It had been a while since I got up this early.

Admittedly, it was only four days ago that I arrived at this city, and I had immediately scouted out this place. Facing east, located beautifully on a leyline, far away from the urban areas and yet looking over the city itself and toward the sea – it was ideal, and the current scene made the climb totally worth it too. The mist that was rising out of the sea enveloped Fuyuki in a semi-transparent veil, which shimmered with specks of gold as the early morning sun began to rise out of the ocean’s embrace. It was as if I was watching the city awaking from its nocturnal slumber, beholding that mysterious moment between wakefulness and repose, and seeing it stirring into life little by little as time went on.

“Unfortunately, this morning isn’t made for sightseeing.”

The rest of the hilltop awaited me. Reluctantly wrenching my eyes away from the lovely scene, I stand up and shuffle towards the centre of the clearing on the hilltop. Surrounded by tall trees on three sides apart from the direction I came from, this clearing had already been visited twice by me. The barren boughs of the trees sheltered this place from curious eyes, and affinity this setting had with me made it an even better spot for my summoning.

The summoning circle that I had inscribed here the previous morning was still here, drawn out in chalk over a piece of bare ground. It was set up earlier to allow an ample amount of mana to flow in and build up a nice foundation for the ritual. Thanks to this earlier preparation, all I had to do now was to step into it.

I unsheathe the dagger on my belt, remove my gloves, and enter the circle. My circuits had been running as I climbed up, and they were now fully prepared. Hesitation was no longer necessary. With one swift move of the dagger, a single drop of my blood flew down toward the ground.

“Here I make my call. Great spirit, thou that transcendth time and space, hear my voice, and answer to your heart’s content. If thou art willing to obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond! I make my oath here. I shall become the bearer of all evil. I shall become the upholder of all justice. If thou believeth in the world and hearts of men as I do, then break through thy restraints, O the holder of the balance!”

With a roaring light, the summoning circle flared up with a torrential surge of mana that was not of my body’s doing at all. It was blinding, piercing, and dazzling. Amid this storm of light, I clutched my left hand tight. The Command Seals on my skin throbbed with anticipation as I felt – both mentally and physically – a presence slowly coming into my proximity. Before I even had the chance to laugh in elation, I furrowed my brows and remembered my greatest doubt.

What kind of a ‘hero’ would someone like me be able to summon??

Katie
December 11th, 2011, 06:32 PM
Knight
10:01 AM

I realize that my thoughts have been clouded by Mad Enhancement... and that I've been talking to an oddly detailed scrap of paper. Wonderful, Mad Enhancement. I love you dearly as well. I turn to my Master, who clearly doesn't know how to speak the superior language.

"If you can't do it right... Either practice more or give up, Master." He's taller than me... I blame my mother. The Japanese are rather short, after all. "...I am the monster of Heaven, granted a life upon God's earth in order to purge the heretics from such a beautiful land. I am Knight, the Mad Berserker of the Second Holy Grail War."

I won, after all... Even if it did result in my death. I do not know why the Grail has summoned me as a hero, but I do not care. It means I have a second chance to set the world right once more.

Blackdeath6031
December 11th, 2011, 08:16 PM
Hidemoto
7am
Burnt Park

Checking to see if the wounds were really visible as I came to, I realise that the spirit is ... surprisingly lacking.

And in its place stood a male. One which definitely isn't transparent in any way of the word.
What did he say?

....Servant...Saber?
In response to my summons...?

*ahem*

"Err...," I reply blankly.
"I know I messed up the binding spell, but I'm really certain that what I did did not bind a shikigami."

"So what are you?"
By the looks of things, he was obviously not human. There was something very mystical about his aura.

And how he managed to get rid of all those spirits...
Welp, he's definitely no human, that's for sure.

Letting out a sigh, I relax. But if I wished to truly let go, I'd have to take care of at least one of the remaining two.
After all, can't very well make a newly-met....who- err, whatever (Agh, I don't know anymore!)

I stand up and lunge at the nearest spirit as I drew my blade, piercing it's throat.

"Well, I have to admit, whatever - or whoever you are, you've impressed me."

Airen
December 11th, 2011, 08:56 PM
Airen
7:00 AM
'Haunted' Mansion (?)

Every city has it's superstitions, and in the city of Fuyuki, the mansion that stood before me was the source of many of these rumors. It wasn't that the building itself looked particularly odd, but the fact that it lay on the outskirts of Shinto, in the forest beyond the church, hid it so well that it made it seem as if it was a building that didn't actually exist. Indeed, it was just the sort of place that would easily be considered haunted if you looked at it on a stormy night, the fact that it was supposedly abandoned doing nothing but add more 'evidence' to the rumors.

So it was a place that most citizens wouldn't go to, even the teenagers who were dared to approach the house by their friends normally lost their nerve when they got within reach of the front door, and retreated, running hastily back to a place that was less saturated by the rumors of the townsfolk. It was because of that fact in particular, that it was the perfect place for me to set up my safe-house for the duration of the Holy Grail War. It had been recommended to me by a friend of mine in the Magic Association, a young woman whose job was the same as my own, and who should have been considered a noble by the standards of the Magic Association, but, like myself, had only been granted the status of an Enforcer.

Still, even if we were often assigned on missions together, the fact that she had found a safe house for me without being asked was far beyond what I had expected her to do as a friend, but I was very grateful that she had taken the time to help me.

I'd have to buy her something the next time I saw her, as a token of my appreciation.

Opening the unlocked front door of the mansion for the first time, I walk down the hall, noting the layers of dust that reinforced the fact that it hadn't been used in a long time. Heading up the stairs in my exploration, I was unsurprised to find that the place was rather normal, and that all the furniture seemed to be in rather good shape, even if it was coated under a thick layer of dust. Yes, even if it was abandoned, this place still possessed the potential to be a comfortable place to live, and it was in a easily defended location as well, one where I wouldn't have to worry about harming any civilians.

Alright then, I suppose it was time to get started with my preparations. If this place was going to be my base, than I suppose the least I could do was set up a Bounded Field, something that would let me know if someone entered the residence without permission, even if the intruder was a Servant.

Well, it probably wouldn't help me against an Assassin Class Servant, but it would be a good field to have nonetheless.

And so, with only a slight amount of boredom, I began to draw various sigils throughout the still unfamiliar house, taking extra time in order to force the Bounded Field to draw from the mana in the air instead of my own prana reserves. Once that was taken care of, the only things left to do were to create the necessary circle for the Servant Summoning, and call a Heroic Spirit into this world...

And so, I went through the motions of drawing the six-pointed star in mercury, having practiced enough that all the twists and turns of the formalcraft circle had been practically engraved into my memory.

Time passed, and-

It was finished.

10:05 AM

Stepping into the circle without hesitation, my circuits still roaring with prana, I recited the incantation I had been taught for the summoning.

"Come forth, grand hero that lies beyond the grip of time.
With weapon in hand, step beyond the bounds of legend.
Join me, and together we will lay claim to the Holy Grail, and forge a new path for our destiny.
If thou are willing to obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.
I make my oath here.
I am that person who walks with the winds of fate.
I am that person who guards the virtue of the earth.
So for the sake of those who cannot defend themselves.
For the sake of reaching the countless stars.
I ask that thou come past thy restraining rings, and be the hands that protect the balance-!"

And then, feeling quite a noticeable amount of prana drain out of me, a flash of light signaled the end of the ritual.

Now all that was left to do, was to see what sort of hero I had managed to summon.

Mormarth
December 11th, 2011, 09:20 PM
Jack
10:01 AM

It appears I've acquired a most interesting Servant. A "monster sent by God to cleanse "heretics"" eh? Most intriguing, but I watched, amused, as Berserker realized he'd been addressing my poster as his master. What an interesting circumstance that would have been. But the maddened warrior spoke up about my, eh, less than adept command of Latin,
"If you can't do it right... Either practice more or give up, master."

How annoying, my Servant is admonishing me over a dead tongue, and possibly questioning my command, buried noble pride rose up at this, and roared like some deranged magus lion, but I swallowed my pride, it'd gotten the better of me on numerous occasions, and it'd be good to be in good graces with my only ally.


"I am Knight, the Mad Berserker of the Second Holy Grail War."

Offering my hand in a gesture of friendship, I introduced myself, "My name is, or was, James Sundelak de Ubermensch, but that name is drenched in blood, so for now, my name is Jack. Pleased to meet you, Knight."

Man, I hope I don't say something stupid again, he already thinks I'm a moron with the whole Latin thing.

2ndsly
December 11th, 2011, 10:33 PM
Always in the wrong place at the wrong time...
Fuyuki Airport
9:00am
Shit!
"Could you repeat that?" I began working at learning Japanese years ago, but just knowing the language doesn't mean I get it the way a native speaker does. I'm hoping that I just heard wrong.

"It will take us at least a week to schedule you a new flight." Crap.

"Ok, where can I get my luggage?" If this place is an airport, shouldn't there be people who can speak English? If only for the tourists?!

"Well, there are some... issues with your bags." Of course.
"I have permits for everything I brought with me."
"How?!?" Fair enough, Japanese law is death on firearms. Doesn't mean I can answer her.
"I'm not allowed to say. But thanks for the help." The last likely would have come out sarcastic if I knew how. I probably just sound odd.

I don't stop for anymore chitchat. The situation alone is migraine inducing, I don't need to be sorting out the language more then I absolutly have to.

"Hundred bucks it still takes me a couple hours to claim my bags. And all this after my flight nearly becomes a smear across the Japanese countryside." Just my luck these past years. The only good thing about this, everything is payed for as long as I don't mind waiting....

"Hell, maybe I'll just stay in my room and watch cartoons. Aren't they supposed to have some good ones here?"

11:00am
"Fuck." All this just to cover some of Holly's unfinished business with the Takagi Coorperation!? There are times I think trying to fix things between us isn't worth the trouble. With a grunt, I finally make it out of the airport with my bags.

"Next up in the exciting adventures of John McClain, finding his hotel."
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SeiKeo
December 11th, 2011, 11:15 PM
Rider
7 AM

Instantly, in the middle of the storm of light, the chalk diagram burst into flames, gently flickering. For a few seconds, they stayed that way, steady. Then, they flared, reaching three feet high, then a man's height, and for a instant roared into a massive pillar a hundred feet tall. As quickly as it came about, it subsided, leaving a man behind.

Even though the fires of his summoning had disappeared, they seemed to not want to leave the man. Fire flickered in and out over his body, occasionally running over a strand of hair, across one of the thick furs covering him, or across a ridge of his armor. He seemed quite prepared for winter: much of his body was cloaked in thick animal furs, set to withstand even the worst blizzard. But, it was evident that he was no simple mountain traveler. Plates of steel glinted out from under the fur, clear armor, protecting his hands, chest, feet, and legs.

His face was bearded, again as protection against the cold. Like much of the rest of his body, fire burned in his eyes, like a candle behind the iris. His mouth opened, revealing a voice that rumbled like an avalanche.

"I presume you are my Master?"

Brynhilde
December 12th, 2011, 06:41 PM
Brynhilde
7am
Hilltop

My Servant had arrived.

His figure, speech, and aura all screamed dominance and power. His dress, harsh and practical, signified that he was a man who saw his share of battle. I stood my ground, unwilling to show any weakness before such a man. And I stared back at him, putting my voice one octave lower, as I answer his question with all the solemnity I may muster.

"Indeed, I am your Master in this War. May I know of your Class and name, sir?"

SeiKeo
December 12th, 2011, 08:41 PM
Rider
7 AM
Hilltop

"Mmm, yes," rumbled the voice again. "I am Rider. If you wish to use a more personal name, Sagarmatha is the one." Rider stood in silence for a moment, pondering something. "Actually, just call me Sagarmatha. Rider is far too informal for a warrior and his lord." He was impressed at his Master. He had been told that he was fairly intimidating, but she was attempting to match him. No false presumption of authority, no wavering, just a counter. "What can I call you?"

Brynhilde
December 14th, 2011, 05:57 AM
Brynhilde
7am
Hilltop

"Sagarmatha...?"

Slowly, I pronounce that name, letting the sound roll off my tongue. At the same time I search into my memories, to see if any hero, any ruler, fits this name. Unfortunately, I don't seem to recall anything, and can only conclude that my Servant was whether not recorded in the scrolls of history - or that my education has finally failed me.

Unwilling to be held back by this, I boldly take one step forward and look up into his eyes.

"My name is Brynhilde, and I'd like you to address me as such. Rider - for I feel the need to address you as such, for the sake of not revealing your identity - would you allow me to address you according to your class name from now on?"

The warrior's response could be anything. He may refuse, thus casting a shadow over the comradeship between us - and then I would be off on a bad start in this war. And if he accepts - how am I to know he didn't do so grudgingly?

I bit my lip, and waited for his reply.

Neir
December 14th, 2011, 05:10 PM
Saber
7 AM
Hidemoto Park

"... You... do not know what I am? Why have you summoned me?" His free hand clenched into a fist, even as he disemboweled another spirit which roamed too close with a swing of his axe.

"You call me here an-" he paused in mid-sentence, turning away from his summoner to take in the surroundings. "This place... I know this place." He whirled on the man, furious, stalking towards him.

"WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK HERE?!"

SeiKeo
December 14th, 2011, 05:54 PM
Rider
7 AM
Hilltop


"My name is Brynhilde, and I'd like you to address me as such. Rider - for I feel the need to address you as such, for the sake of not revealing your identity - would you allow me to address you according to your class name from now on?"

Rider didn't hesitate in answering. "Of course, Lady Brynhilde: it is no trouble." And for the first time, he looked past her and saw the city, a the thousands of lights peeking out of the fog.

It was a few seconds before he spoke again. "The Grail did tell me about the time... but it pales until you see it yourself. This is... massive." He shook his head, breaking out of his wonder. "I assume we'll need some kind of mount to get around. It looks too big to walk about, and my true mount is... not subtle."

Blackdeath6031
December 15th, 2011, 05:15 AM
Hidemoto
7:01am
Burnt Park

"WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK HERE?!"

...W-W-What??

First screwing up the binding.
Then summoning this man for one reason or another by accident.
Now he's asking me why I brought him back he-

....Back?
So he has been here before?
From the looks of it, he recognises this field of scorched earth and ashes of grass.

"I..."
My voice came out as a mumble and faded away as my mind was left hollow. Even though I managed to get a grasp of the basic situation, the series of surprises confounded me nonetheless.

"I do not know what you accuse me of, warrior. It appears you have been dragged into whatever this is - err, once more - unwillingly.
I know I have a hand in your summoning, and so I shall apologise - Sorry.

However, you would have to fill me in on what is happening."

That, and why he is a spirit, of all things.

RacingeR
December 16th, 2011, 04:53 PM
Lancer
10:00 AM
'Haunted' Mansion (?)

A storm of prana engulfed the circle, devouring its surroundings in a quite destructive display. An immense flash of light crushed the world around it as reality itself started to crack, a massive pressure that made the building tremble like a leaf, as the storm drew near...

And all of sudden, everything vanished. Something replaced the light, the storm, stopping the tremors dead in their tracks, a red darkness that was like blood covered a sillouhette that seemed to crack against the weaving of reality, imposing like an ever consuming nightmare, releasing waves of power that crashed like waves against the four walls that suddenly seemed too little to contain the chaotic form that had awakened in the midst of the former magical circle, a Servant that wore an armor made of unreality.

It stood like an spectre for a moment, its unreadable form wavering as if wind was striking it, before... it's presence shifted, moving towards his Master. As if removing a helment, the 'darkness' that covered the Servant's head vanished, leaving the impression of his whole body being made of shadow. Steel teal, weird eyes shinning in midst of a calm, pale face, with long auburn hair flowing behind. There was nor killing intent nor hostility in his curious stare, as he looked towards his Master and spoke.

"I ask of thee, art thou my Master?"

Brynhilde
December 17th, 2011, 06:47 AM
Brynhilde
7am
Hilltop

"A mount..."

I muse. How fortunate. I happen to have one that may suit his wishes. However...

"I thought most Servants would rather remain in spirit form at their Master's side, and only appear if needed. Should the lack, or the presence of a mount... bother you...?"

Airen
December 17th, 2011, 06:05 PM
Airen
10:00 AM
'Haunted' Mansion

It had been a rather impressive summoning, one that had caused the very walls of the mansion to shake with some form of pure uncontrolled power, and had made me want to take a few steps back from the circle. But I had suppressed the urge to retreat, and had stood watching the magic circle without expression, even as a shadow-like figure that I couldn't quite focus my eyes on appeared, or when the floor and walls seemed to pulse with a chaotic power. It may have been dangerous to stand as motionlessly as I did at that moment, but as a Master, I could not afford to show fear in front of my still unknown Servant. After all, there were records of Servants striking down their Masters for showing any sign of fear, and while the prospect of fighting a heroic spirit was somewhat exciting, it was also rather likely to be fatal experience.

But, as it turns out, my paranoia was somewhat unnecessary. As when my Servant finally showed his face, the darkness fading from his head as if he had removed some sort of conceptual helmet, I could feel no killing intent, nor no hostility.

Just a curious gaze, and the words-


"I ask of thee, art thou my Master?"

And, without hesitation, I responded in my usual, confident tone.

"Yes. I will be your Master for the duration of this war," still speaking in a rather formal manner, I continued, "May I know of your class and name, dark knight?"

EnigmaticFellow
December 18th, 2011, 09:16 AM
Enigmatic Fellow
07:00 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park

'The summoning circle seems to be in working order,' I thought to myself as I completed drawing the circle with the blood of freshly slaughtered chickens.

Hopefully, I'll be able to summon the strongest of classes, win this war, and get my money for completing my mission. For every second that I participate in this war, the more likely I will die in it.

Still, thinking about the issue and not acting on it will not get me anywhere. So I might as well start the ritual.

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. Under the founders of this war do I make this oath.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"

After the incantation, a bright light coming from the summoning circle floods the room until it starts to dims, showing a figure.

Neir
December 18th, 2011, 04:52 PM
Saber
7 AM
Burnt Park

Saber paused, considering. This man seemed to have no idea about the War, even if he seemed familiar enough with spirits. But to bring him here, even as an accident...

"Come. We shall return to your home. I will give you a chance to explain yourself." With all the spirits defeated, Saber let his axe dissolve into a shower of light.

"... To bring me here, to the place of my second failure... You had best be prepared for the consequences. Now, lead the way."

Blackdeath6031
December 18th, 2011, 06:44 PM
Hidemoto
7AM
Burnt Park

"...consequences..." I mumble silently, swirling the word in my mouth like wine for a few seconds.

"Fine." I finally say at last, looking at the one who confronted him with an equally composed expression.

"Follow me then."


-----

7:30AM
Hidemoto's Apartment

My apartments location is little surprise, being a few blocks away from Ryuudou Temple where I make my daily prayers and the generic menial ceremonies.
We had silently made our way to the entrance where I opened the door then stepped to one side.

"After you."

Considering that he was a guest, I figured I'd better follow the usual laws of etiquette.
The ki that would normally flow through my veins felt depleted after that screw up.

However, it still bothered me - why I would be blamed for an accident?

But it would all be laid out in these few minutes.

Would it lead to my demise?
Or would it lead to...

Gesturing him to seat at one of the chairs in the living room, I hop onto the other, then look at him once more.

Spending a few seconds to compose myself, and to gather my thoughts as I pieced together what just happened so I could explain it to the warrior.

"I was tasked by a client to head to that park in order to clear out a spirit. That very same one you had cut down the moment you arrived.

Admittedly, I was still groggy. So when I attempted to activate the seal to bind that spirits movements, I had messed up the ritual.
After that, I couldn't help but realise that I had this imprinted on me."

I show the warrior the back of my right hand, clearly revealing the....peculiar symbol marked on it.

"Because of what happened, it seems like the natural energy which I had normally have quite a lot of given my style of doing things is very much depleted."

Then, taking one final, deep breath, I conclude my recount and - perhaps what it should have been instead - my defence.

"So I have no capability to stop you in achieving whatever you wish to. Decide what you shall do now, and what shall become of me."

Neir
December 18th, 2011, 10:35 PM
Saber
7:30 AM
Hidemoto's Apartment

"So. Not only are you not a mage, but you summoned me by accident." He was talking more to himself than to his summoner, considering the implications. By this point, his rage had subsided somewhat, so he was more willing to be magnanimous. He leaned back in his seat and gestured widely in Hidemoto's direction.

"That seal you bear... it's called the Command Spell. It is the proof of one's participation in the Holy Grail War." Saber paused for a minute. This information was actually rather new to him. As an avatar of Neir in the last War, he hadn't received complete information from the Grail. With their pact broken...

"That's right..." his voice was low, contemplative. "I'm... dead. I'm dead now. After so long... but to die, just as I had found something to live for?" The question hung in the air, unanswerable by either man. After a moment, Saber smiled slightly.

"You have been selected to fight for a miracle. A single wish will be yours. Ours. We will fight six other mages and the Servants they have summoned. I am Servant Saber, strongest of the seven classes. We will fight, and we will win this war. If you have questions, voice them now. I will answer what I can, and if I cannot, we will head to the church for more information."

SeiKeo
December 19th, 2011, 01:21 AM
Rider
7 AM
Hilltop


"I thought most Servants would rather remain in spirit form at their Master's side, and only appear if needed. Should the lack, or the presence of a mount... bother you...?"

This time, Rider did hesitate, mulling over the question. Silent... but he did answer. "I can see the logic, to be sure. It would be far easier, make tactical sense. However..."

The man seemed unsure of himself, as if he was saying something forbidden. "However, I cannot. To take the form of the spirit for an extended time is not something that man is meant to do. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it feels wrong to me. I would prefer to travel in this form." The statement was made with the weight of... if one were to compare it to anything, it would be religious conviction. This seemed different, but it was a similar faith.

Blackdeath6031
December 19th, 2011, 02:45 AM
Hidemoto
7:30AM
Hidemoto's Apartment

'Other mages'?
'Servants'?
'Miracle'?

...'Holy Grail War'?!

I have heard of this 'grail' before when I was studying literature. People from Europe - visionaries and mercenaries, mainly - had brought over their religion and had often attempted to convert the natives here. With that religion came some knowledge, both religious and otherwise.

But within the religious...blabber...there was a belief that there was a cup that the son of their god had drunk from prior to his death. And that anyone who drank from it could be granted immortality, or as some others said, immeasurable power.

To think that not only was it no legend, but that it was situated here in Japan!
...But even then, I was sceptical.

"I have quite a few, so please bare with me."
I warn the warrior, then take a deep breath.

"Firstly - and this is merely of curiosity and thus it is not something I require to know, do you know if this is truly the Grail of legends?

Secondly, you mentioned seven classes. One of which - you are - is the class of Saber. Going by the name of that class, I'd think it is the class of warriors. Those who fight by honour without any underhanded tricks such as supernatural abilities and so on. What are the other classes?

Thirdly, you said this...mark...was a proof of my participation. Why did I receive it? Is it merely cosmetic?

And lastly,"
I stopped, and refreshed the air in my lungs before I touched the one which intrigued me the most.

you mentioned wishes - m-miracles! What exactly do you mean? I do not know what wish I seek.
And if you were brought back involuntarily, does that mean you lack one as well?
No...if you were here, and if you..."

I trailed off, realising how sensitive the topic really was.
But I had strayed to far into it to pull back, so I had to continue.
No matter the result.

"...If you did not complete your wish - o-or even if you possess a new one, then perhaps you can still pursue it?"

lethum
December 19th, 2011, 11:57 PM
Enigmatic Fellow's Servant
12:00 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park

I heard the call of the summons.

Perhaps heard was an inaccurate word for the process, but I answered, nonetheless.

Even as I formed, I felt the air around me fill with magical energy and create a bright light and a fierce localized wind, even as dust was rendered white hot and thrown about in the air by the wind. The loud sounds echoed overlapped for a good while, and the wind didn't cease for what seemed to be an unreasonably long while, but for the first time in centuries I was again an inhabitant of the world.

I was wearing some armor over tighter leather skins, and all of that covered from clear sight by a black robe that I had picked from the very country I'd been summoned to. The country of my old friend...

Focusing my eyes on the only inhabitant of the place I had been summoned in, I let the weight of my presence fall upon him, a greeting, a reminder and a warning, none of them hostile.

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"Tell me, are you my Master?"

Brynhilde
December 20th, 2011, 04:30 AM
Brynhilde
7.15 AM
Hilltop

For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

The man believed in every word he said, believed it with his entire being that those words were correct and what he should do. I could understand his convictions, but I did not expect me to having to move with my Servant being visible all the time.

Especially, as he had pointed out, that his mount was not appropriate and we could not use it to move quickly.

"I... see..."

Mumbling a reply, I lowered my head to recollect myself. A Servant who wishes to remain material... surely, that would be a disadvantage to me? Or... can I somehow make that situation better?

No matter, for now, we need to get away from where he's summoned - a place that I would not like to have others discover - and move to my headquarters.

"Well, Rider, we'll start by leaving this hill and move toward my residence. That's alright with you?"

Thank the heavens that I brought my motorbike along. Otherwise my Servant will have to squeeze into the early morning Fuyuki train with me.

Neir
December 20th, 2011, 11:53 PM
Saber
7:30AM
Hidemoto's Apartment

The Grail of legends...?

"I don't know what Grail you speak of. The only Grail I know is this one. It is a great ritual, one that can accomplish a miracle with its power." He raised an arm and closed his hand around the haft of an axe that was not there a moment ago.

"I am indeed Servant Saber, the Servant of the sword. Honor has no real relevance on the battlefield. If it works, you live. If it does not, you die." He paused, as though reconsidering his words, but shook his head slightly and continued, "There are six other Servants: Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker. I'm sure you can figure out how they fight from their names.

As for the spells on your hand... they are your proof of being a Master. They are three miracles, three undeniable commands you can give me. They may also prevent me from killing you, should I deem it necessary. You may use them to call me to you from across a large distance, to force me to carry out an order I would otherwise refuse, or use it to augment the power of an attack or the speed of a movement. Use them very wisely."


"...If you did not complete your wish - o-or even if you possess a new one, then perhaps you can still pursue it?"

Saber stared at his summoner, unblinking. He spoke no words for a long moment, causing the smaller man to squirm uncomfortably in his seat before the Servant abruptly looked at the ceiling. "... I had no wish, I will admit. But..." the corner of his mouth turned up slightly while he continued staring at the ceiling, "I might have one now."

Blackdeath6031
December 21st, 2011, 04:57 AM
Hidemoto
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:31AM

"Honor has no real relevance on the battlefield. If it works, you live. If it does not, you die."
The mans statement shocked me somewhat, but at the same time I felt relieved.
So, I thought, this man does not have many codes which he lives by. As such, he surely must not have any moralistic restrictions. Desperate times call for desperate measures, as some say. And something can be much easily accomplished when morals don't inhibit your range of choices.


Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker

Lancer.
A person who utilises a spear, or in short a spearman. Generally skirmishers, so people who normally would focus on mid-range and would generally make use of hit-and-run tactics. As a result, one should expect longer reach and quick movements.

Archer.
Normally a person who uses a bow of sorts. However, Archers focus on tactical advantage and thus they could not only have just a bow, and quite a few tricks up their sleeve.

Rider.
Charioteer, Calvary. People who have high mobility, and usually have a steed or transport of some sort. Generally, this also constitutes longer reach (possibly solely as a result of the improved speed) and a slight 'higher ground' advantage. In most cases in a traditional battle, spearmen tend to be employed against calvary.

Caster.
A spell caster. Possibly one like myself. People who might be hard to find or get a hit on. However, once their capabilities are revealed and their openings exploited they become easy prey.
At least, within the realms of these 'servants'.

Berserker.
Those who make use of brute force and savageness, and place rational thought on a much lower level. That, or they allowed their rage, hate or other negative, violence thoughts take over. Perhaps the hardest for me personally to deal with. Within my arsenal of spells and formations, I must say that I am worried about those we meet which are summoned within this class.

"As for the spells on your hand... they are your proof of being a Master. They are three miracles, three undeniable commands you can give me. They may also prevent me from killing you, should I deem it necessary. You may use them to call me to you from across a large distance, to force me to carry out an order I would otherwise refuse, or use it to augment the power of an attack or the speed of a movement. Use them very wisely."

I keep silent, contemplating this.
In short - I attempt to summarise - these...'command spells' (for a lack of a better name to use) force the servant (in this case Saber) bound to the...master (in this case me) to a law they must abide to for the duration of their...'service', or a single action that is meant to be carried out. Only three are usable before my proof as a master dissipates with the final one. Their use varies, but it makes use of miracles to accomplish actions. As such, if the servant is willing, it can buff their powers up to a whole new level. Else, it could lead them to do stuff they don't want to do. Even if it means their resistance, and obviously, a black mark against your name.

... ... ...
It seems like I failed to summarise it...

Anyway, I snap myself back to reality.

"... I had no wish, I will admit. But...I might have one now."

My eyes widened. Even with my way of doing things, I cannot deny my curiosity getting the better of me.

"W..W-would you be willing to share it...?"

EnigmaticFellow
December 23rd, 2011, 01:01 AM
Enigmatic Fellow
07:05 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park

So the presence of Servants really are strong, more so than just about any Dead Apostle I ran across. Guess these beings really are unique amongst themselves.


"Tell me, are you my Master?"

Now would be a good time cement our relations for us to prepare for the upcoming war.

"I am indeed your master," I say while showing the sigils on the back of my right hand.

"Since I have identified myself, I ask of your own identity and anything else pertinent for me to know. I plan on scouting out for our opponents a fEw hours from now, so we have some time to kill before then."

lethum
December 23rd, 2011, 09:25 PM
Enigmatic Fellow's Servant
07:05 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park


I am indeed your master.
Since I have identified myself, I ask of your own identity and anything else pertinent for me to know.
I plan on scouting out for our opponents a few hours from now, so we have some time to kill before then.

Keeping my silence for a few moments, I considered the question.

"I am Song'q. The understanding the Grail can give you of my abilities should cover the basics of my skills, but don't hesitate to seek clarification, Master. Will you need me for anything before we move?"

Katie
December 23rd, 2011, 10:49 PM
Knight
10:01


"My name is, or was, James Sundelak de Ubermensch, but that name is drenched in blood, so for now, my name is Jack. Pleased to meet you, Knight."


"Ahahaha, drenched in blood? My hands have been stain, because of His will. Any blood you speak of..." I go silent. Best not to speak of things such as this. What I did in the Second War is a rather bitter topic for me. "Never mind. As you are my Master, I assume you have a plan? That, or we can do such on the fly as me and my own Servant did, but that did not work out as well as we wanted..."

I look around. The world, his clothing... it is different. Much different than the 1800s. The twenty-first century is so... odd. Things they have now are practically witchcraft back then, and even now I feel the urge to smite. No. I must be in control of myself. I have to, less I become a monster once more.

"...I suggest we visit the Tohsakas, first. As they own the land, being in their good graces would be very helpful... Although, once they learn what I did, I'm sure they'll kick me out."

Neir
December 24th, 2011, 08:45 PM
Saber
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:30AM (just listing general time block)



"W..W-would you be willing to share it...?"

Saber's focus slowly drifted from the painted surface above him until he'd made eye contact with Hidemoto again.

"You want to know my wish? Very well, mage. I am... looking for someone. Someone I met 'here', albeit a different 'here'. A different Grail War. A 'parallel world' I believe she called it. If this place exists here, it is possible she will be here as well. She called herself a, what was it... Yes, a Dead Apostle. I aim to return to her side. I swore to protect her, to fight for her. I failed then. I will not fail again."

An uncomfortable silence followed the Servant's declaration of intent. After a moment, Saber continued.

"You said you were attempting to bind the spirits of the dead, yes? I remember she told me that she could be called undead. So you will be able to help me find her," he gave a small toothy grin, one that held no real mirth, "and in exchange, I will crush all the enemies that would stand before us. Rejoice, young mage. You will obtain a miracle with your own hands."

Blackdeath6031
December 26th, 2011, 03:58 AM
Hidemoto
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:30-ish

"You said you were attempting to bind the spirits of the dead, yes? I remember she told me that she could be called undead. So you will be able to help me find her."

...'bind the spirits of the dead'...?

No, that's not precisely true.

'could be called undead'?

I hold my hand up to stop the warrior for a moment. Then closing my eyes, I tried to collect my thoughts.

"I have to apologise. It appears I revealed inaccurate information," I start.
"I am no magus, or a user of houjutsu in its core. I am an onmyouji.
My objectives lie not in binding the spirits of the dead, but in exorcising them. That is, causing them to disappear from the physical plane of existence so that they would not bother the human residents of the world."

Then, taking a short breath, I pause, closing my eyes to keep myself calm - hoping that by doing so and by holding my hand up to request a chance for me to say my piece, we could reach a conclusion without any conflict.

"However, I have come to be known as an eccentric amongst onmyouji."
My lips broke into a smirk and then a childish grin.

"Very well."
I declared this, raising my arms in a rather bombastic manner that could be seen as being very much unlike me.
As the sleeves of my hakama followed suit and began to drop, I finished proclamation.
"I shall agree to assist you in your search for your lo- ....err.... your Dead Apostle!"

...that was not good, I've met enough people who'd deny their relationships with others as being romantic, so who knows if this man is the same!

I also haven't had a clue what I would want to wish for, as my miracle...
But relationship between these two begs to be poked first...!

"H-However, pray tell, if you would - what is your relationship with this...'Dead Apostle'? Is it merely a vow of protection, or is it....?"

...Crap, even though I had said some would deny it, I completely let my curiosity get the better of me...! And this man is much stronger than me - no, any human alive right now!
...T-T-This might be the end of me...

SeiKeo
December 26th, 2011, 02:09 PM
Rider
7:15AM

Rider sighed inwardly. It was far too bad. He had of course seen his fair share of fighting, and quite a bit on top of that. It was already obvious to him that the lack of a spirit form would be a not insignificant obstacle, and that he was making himself a pain. But he couldn't help it. Really, what was the use of a victory when you use the methods you hate? None at all. But, he couldn't shake the feeling that his Master was disappointed in him. It didn't sit right.

Well, he would find a way to make it up. Victory would probably do it. "Of course, Lady Brynhilde. Shall we?"

(Probably a good time to timeskip stuff)

Neir
December 26th, 2011, 02:22 PM
Saber
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:30

Saber shrugged as his summoner clarified his specialty in the arcane arts.

"A mage is mage. I've never been able to really follow what you people do. I understand enough only that I can gauge the power of a spellbook or magic in combat."


"H-However, pray tell, if you would - what is your relationship with this...'Dead Apostle'? Is it merely a vow of protection, or is it....?"

Saber froze. He should have expected this. Why wouldn't he? It was a reasonable question. A furious blush flared to life on his cheeks despite the darkened lord's best efforts to suppress it.

"Y-you could say it goes... a bit further than just an oath, yes." He rose so quickly that the chair he'd been sitting in clattered to the floor behind him. He paid it no heed. "Anyway, we should prepare! What would you have me do, mage?"

His face was still burning, he could feel it. He silently implored the man to change the subject. Saber sighed inwardly. For all the rage and violence that had been swirling around inside him like a tempest since he was corrupted... he still could not calm himself when it came to her.

Blackdeath6031
December 27th, 2011, 04:12 AM
Hidemoto
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:30am

Unable to resist, I snap.

In one quick motion, I reached behind me, whipping out a black fan.

Then, opening the fan and hiding my face behind it, I let out...

"NYOHOHOHOHO~"
...A very blatantly fake laugh.

....
Clearing my throat, I close the fan and keep it back.

"Well...," I start.

"This makes it all the more fun for me to assist you. Consider it an incentive on my end, warrior! ...Ah, no... Perhaps I should call you 'Saber' henceforth, no?"

...Waitaminu...

"Actually, before we move on to what we should be doing - and I assure you, despite how you might consider it, I am trying to figure out some possible plans to make use of - can you tell me more of this...Dead Apostle you met? Her name, her appearance, her tendencies, perks, preference and so on?"

Satehi
December 27th, 2011, 09:49 PM
Satehi
8:00 AM
Abandoned Park

Having come from just out of town, the truck slowed down to a stop, right near a children’s park. Thankfully, it was early morning, so there wouldn’t be any witnesses around. Subtlety wasn’t a particular strong forte of his, and excluding what he was going to do, he would no doubt get some second looks about driving a truck at his age. Which could be bad, since it ‘technically’ wasn’t his.

Surveying the rough area a bit, Satehi found it suitable for his purposes.

“Eh… this seems like a good enough location as any.” He mused to no one in particular, before fumbling around a bit until he found a book. Flipping towards a bookmarked section, he began to trace the design inscribed in it onto the dirt, until it was too his satisfaction.

“Seems alright. Feels a bit silly, trying to summon a heroic spirit in a playground, but…” Looking around for another location that felt right seemed too much effort.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t any catalyst that he could use for the summoning. His ‘predecessor’ of sorts probably would’ve gotten one, but Satehi, who didn’t really know all these channels that mages used to get their stuff, simply opted to go without one. Really, he’d be fine with any servant, so long as it wasn’t Caster.

Then, he flipped the page and began to read the chant written.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).

This feels silly, he thought. Really, some of these lines just don’t really make any sense if you think about them.

Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.

And then the circle begins to glow. Feeling some of the energy coming off the summoning circle, he could feel his heart start to race. A heroic spirit was manifesting..!

Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!

Finished with the chant, he immediately put the book to shield his eyes from the light that had engulfed the park, extremely excited to see what kind of being would come forth to his summons.

Ace
December 28th, 2011, 02:14 AM
Archer
8:00 AM
Abandoned Park

Deep within the recesses of the Throne of Heroes she could hear a voice. It was faint but the volume increased with each word spoken. She knew instinctively what this was. She was being summoned to fight in a war for the Holy Grail. There was a part of her that was amused at the concept. Was the fighting really necessary? But of course, humans are selfish creatures and she was no exception to this rule. This was a call she couldn't resist, not with the potential this held. Not with the burden of regret still weighing heavily on her shoulder.

Then there was light.

Before the light fully subsided she found herself at a park. It was empty save for a teenager that stood before her shielding his eyes with a book. Geez, a teenager? It was too much to ask to be given an experienced warrior for a master, it seems. "If you don't mind kid I'm going to skip the formalities," she said. "It'd seem out of place doing things like that with someone your age." Apparently the concept of irony was foreign to this heroic spirit.

"Servant Archer, at your service master."

Neir
December 28th, 2011, 02:32 AM
Saber
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:30am

Saber smiled again, still blushing.

"Ah, she went by Berserker during the war. That was the class she'd been summoned into, even though she was a mage. She was gorgeous, truly. I've seen few who could ever rival her beauty..." He trailed off, lost in thought. A moment passed in this fashion before his eyes regained their previous focus, all hint of softness gone from his features.

"Anyway, I will know her when I find her. If she is even here. You may call me Saber, yes. And I should have a name for you, Master, beyond calling you 'mage'."

Blackdeath6031
December 28th, 2011, 03:02 AM
Hidemoto
Hidemoto's Apartment
7:30am

"Ah, yes."
Pausing for a moment, I returned the name.
"I am known officially as Hidemoto Yamato. I would commend you for remembering it, but from a Westerner I understand if our Asian names are hard to roll about in your tongue. Lemme know if you do, though?"

I smile lightly, before returning to the matter at hand.
"From how you say things, I suppose you'd rather search for this 'Berserker' of yours in person then?"

...Wait...
'Berserker'?
...The class I had marked down in my head as being the most problematic?

... ... ...
... Assuming I manage to reunite Saber and 'Berserkercchi', would this mean that they would produce an overwhelming combative force?
No, by definition Saber would have returned to her side. The only notion to fulfilling Saber's wish would be to find a way to truly allow him to remain by 'Berserkercchi's side.

Once our initial plans are set, only three problems remain.
Firstly, where would 'Berserkercchi' go, how does she think? These would determine the best places to search for her.
Secondly, when we do meet her, how do I act? Do I deliberately try and enlist her for Saber's cause? Do I treat her formally, informally, casually or seriously?
Thirdly, and finally, what stance do we take in terms of the other participants in this war? Hostile? Defensive? Friendly?
Our choice of operations would undoubtedly depend on whether Saber is against covert forms of searching for 'Berserkercchi', but whether we aim to crush all with frontal attacks, or to take other means is left to discussion.

Brynhilde
December 28th, 2011, 05:04 AM
Brynhilde
10AM

In the past 3 hours, Rider and I have returned to my residence in the business quarters of Shinto, walked around the town a little bit, and had breakfast.

During that time, I told Rider as much as I knew about the town, the three ancient families who started the war, and the residences of Tohsaka and Matou. We also attempted to feel if any other Servants are in the vicinity - and didn't get clear results.

Apart from that, Rider and I shared small talk. I have grudgingly agreed to let him materialise with me, while trying my best to ignore the funny looks others were giving me...

Goal: feel for the presence of other Master and Servants in Fuyuki, 7-10AM

Mormarth
December 28th, 2011, 10:20 PM
Jack
10:01

Interesting, he's fought in a Grail War before, eh? Perhaps I should consult him for some advice later, I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing after all, some direction, even a vague hint would be very helpful.


"...I suggest we visit the Tohsakas, first. As they own the land, being in their good graces would be very helpful... Although, once they learn what I did, I'm sure they'll kick me out."
I frowned in thought, the letter had spoken of Tohsakas, they were the overseers of this area, and it would probably be a good idea to not arouse their wrath, that would prove somewhat distracting to my objectives here.

"So, we some visits to make then, the Church, to verify the summoning, and the Tohsakas, to avoid any unnecessary disagreements with the landlords. We should also discuss the matter of patrolling the city, but that can wait until later." I offered my hand to my Servant, "Let us win this war, Berserker."

Blackdeath6031
December 29th, 2011, 03:20 AM
Hidemoto
10am
A local playground - Shinto side

Hm...

Not actually knowing where this 'Berzerkercchi' would be is a big hole in this plan.
At best, it'd mean that my resources are spread too thin.
At worst, I'd have too little of these babies to use in battle.

Taking out a rectangular piece of paper, or 'o-fuda', as it is better known in the circles I belong to, I walk to one of roadside trees and slap it onto the side of the tree.
Muttering a few lines under my breath, I watch the charm vanish from view.

That's one down...

Then, turning to the man next to me, I cock my head to the side.
"So...is there really no information about Berzerkercchi you can provide? Otherwise I'd simply be placing these fuda in random places. Chances of seeing her are going to be greatly reduced, y'know?"

Neir
December 29th, 2011, 12:48 PM
Saber
Playground
10 AM

"Mm, well... She rather like shopping. Although I suspect that was more to-" he stiffened, cutting his sentence off. That's right. Another he had promised to protect. Another failure. The sweet young mage who dressed like a maid. Saber clenched his fists by his side and continued, "it was more to tease her Master she liked to play dress-up with her. We may want to examine the Mt. Miyama shopping district."

It wasn't even likely that she existed here. After all, she had been summoned as a Servant, a hero long dead. He knew that. She wouldn't be here. It was insane to even hope that she was.

But he would find her. He would find her, and they would be together. No one would stop him.

Blackdeath6031
December 29th, 2011, 09:35 PM
Hidemoto
Playground
10am

Cocking my head to one side, I try to figure out the reason why Saber paused.
But no matter, I tell myself shrugging.

"Alright, let's be on our way then."

Miyamachou Shopping District
12:30pm

Dress-ups...dress-ups...

Seeing a few shops along the district which are no doubt clothing stores, I walk to the entrance of one of them and stuck the tag there.
Then, as before, I chanted the same lines under my breath and watched the fuda vanish from sight.

Repeating the process at the entrance of each store, I began to feel very conscious of the reactions of the passersby. Perhaps my garb had caught much more attention than it should have.

A few times, I expected an employee to come out of the store to stop us, but I suppose we were lucky no one did for now.

At last, we reached the furthest store, right at the end of the road. Ironic, I mused, that the furthest one away was a Uniqlo store.
Repeating the task for one last time, I turn to my companion.

"Right, that should take care of it. These should cover the whole of the district, so if she does pass by, we have several chances to spot her.

Ah...so hungry~"

Stretching, I let out a yawn.
"It's cool for me to take a break and have lunch right? Right? Awesome. Ah, there's an interesting restaurant I wanted to try. I think it was called 'Koushuuensaikan, Taizan'. Apparently it's been getting rather famous for its spicy food. A priest of the church on that hill supposedly frequents it for its mapo tofu..."

Not waiting for the man to respond, I start heading for the generic whereabouts of that restaurant.


Taizan
12:45pm

Having just placed my order for Szechuan hotpot, I watch Saber for a few seconds before speaking up.
"..So, assuming that this 'Berserkercchi' is present, would it be definite that she was summoned here? What are the chances she was summoned somewhere else, or could she have been left over from the last war?"

...Wait, is it really a previous war, and not this one from another timeline? Deep in thought, I raised my glass of water and took a sip.

"There is absolutely no proof to suggest that she's here." Saber's response was completely deadpan.

The response made me stop, water stuck in my throat.

Coughing, choking, hacking.

W-What?

"S-So what reasons do you have to believe that she is?" I try to ask, refusing to lose out to irrationality.

"Last time I was here, so was she."

Hidemoto frowned and cocked my head, showing his dissatisfaction with that statement.
"....Is...that all?"

Saber took a long drink of water, and nodded.
"That is all.

Or rather, that is enough."

"Haa..."
Pausing in thought, Hidemoto nodded slowly, trying to articulate that.
"Alright. But I suppose it isn't a rule of thumb for servants to be summoned in Fuyuki, is it? I'd think others would have summoned elsewhere too?"

"It is possible she will not be a Servant. As I mentioned, she is... undead, I believe is the term. And a powerful mage."

Pausing to think again, Hidemoto soon broke his train of thought as his sizzling hotpot, full of chillis, is brought to the table.
"Ah, thank you." He smiled at the waiter who walked off.

Saber frowned. "So spicy... Can you really eat that?"

Turning to Saber, he responded.
"Haha," Hidemoto grinned carelessly. "Only one way to find out, no?
So anyway, that would mean that she would be arriving here by normal means then. Either on land, or by boat. Would you agree on this?"

Saber blanched as Hidemoto took a bite of his hellborn food. "... yes. Although I understand this is an island, so it must be by boat. We should monitor the docks as well."

"Mu. Hair ehough." Hidemoto tried responding, his tongue effectively cindered down by the spices to the point that his words were too incoherent.

Yueh shoot halsho ghet somefin dohn foh zah Fuyuhi bridgh."

Taking a sip of water to bathe his tongue, he sighed relaxedly before continuing.
"The bridge is the main thing which connects Shinto and Miyamachou, after all."

"That is true. Setting one of your wards there as well would be prudent."

Hidemoto nodded, glad inside that Saber agreed.
"In that case, we should perhaps get the bridge on on our way to the docks before heading home?"
Waiting for Saber's answer, Hidemoto took another mouthful, his tongue still numb from the last.

Saber closed his eyes, and spoke again. "As you say. However, even if she is not here, I will find her. I will use the Grail if I must. You should know that now."

Knowing now that his words are hard to hear when his tongue is in such bad shape, Hidemoto downed his glass before speaking.
"In which case it might be best to seek out other players in this war as well. But the wards are almost useless if we do not say stationary." Leaning forward, Hidemoto continued. "What say you to spending tonight simply using the wards to scout? If the other parties are present, we might have a chance to see their capabilities without being there in person."

"I have no objections. You truly have no issue with my intentions, though?"

The Asian shrugged. "It's a good way to kill time, at least. Until now the spirits I've been combating have been rather mediocre, after all."

"This is... unexpected. You really had no intention of summoning me, did you? Do you even wish to obtain the Grail?"

Yamamoto paused, trying to think of a reasonable wish he could present to the Grail. "No. Not really. I could think of some uses for it, I don't desire such a convenient contraption. Everything is more fun when you put the effort in. It's more fun, to boot!" Pleased with himself, Hidemoto nodded with a smile and took another mouthful. Before cursing inside that he no longer had water to extinguish the spiciness.

"Fun?" Saber scoffed. "Well, we shall leave it at that for now."

Hidemoto shrugged, silently complying to that as he returned to his meal.
"You fine with nothing to eat?"

Hidemoto had expected him to be, being a spirit. Thus why he had gone ahead without waiting for him to order, but now that it has come down to this, he began to worry.

Satehi
December 30th, 2011, 12:42 AM
Satehi
8:00 AM
Abandoned Park

As the light faded away, he moved the book from his eyes and looked at what had answered his summons. What kind of heroic spirit from the throne had been chosen by the grail to be his servant..?

…huh?

The person who stood in the circle he made to summon a Servant barely looked any older then he did, if at all. Had his impromptu summoning messed up somewhere, and given him something else? That would quite possibly be one of the most embarrassing defeats in a grail war possible, simply because he had summoned impatiently. However, his fears were soon quelled by the words that came from the girl.

Well, she definitely had an attitude, if nothing else. The knowledge about the classes confirmed she was a Servant. Archer was a good card. If everything went well, they probably wouldn’t need to engage someone in direct face-to-face combat, which was fine with him- he came here from the wish granting grail, not to have battles to the death with magi and Servants.

“Haah.. Don’t you think you’re being a bit hypocritical, there? You barely look older then I do, after all.” He said, feeling a bit insulted by his Servant’s earlier remark.

Ace
December 31st, 2011, 03:07 AM
Archer
8:01 AM
Abandoned Park

Archer huffed. She may looked around the same age as her master but they were different! Completely different! He was just a kid, she was a heroic spirit. Hah, there was an unbridgeable gap between them. She smirked slightly. "I may look your age but that doesn't mean much," she said. "I could be hundreds of years old for all you know."

She wasn't but he didn't know that. Archer didn't want to look foolish in front of the boy she would be working with from now on. Well, might as well make use of whatever time they had.

"So master, do you have a name?" Archer asked. It would be strange to call him master in public considering the time period they were in. Her master might even look like one of those deviants that relished in the thought of having a girl call them master. "Do you have a base already set up?"

Katie
December 31st, 2011, 05:32 PM
Knight
10:02



"So, we some visits to make then, the Church, to verify the summoning, and the Tohsakas, to avoid any unnecessary disagreements with the landlords. We should also discuss the matter of patrolling the city, but that can wait until later." I offered my hand to my Servant, "Let us win this war, Berserker."

Well, he seems to know the basics. He'll make a decent master, I'm quite sure of it.

I take his hand and give it a good shake. Thankfully, I didn't break his hand...

"Well, Master, you know the area, don't you? I assume much has changed over two hundred years, and the local geography and landscape is sure to have changed. You will lead, and I will follow."

Satehi
December 31st, 2011, 06:32 PM
Satehi
8:01 AM
Abandoned Park

Well, she had a point.

He’d heard of (although never seen) mages who’d managed to live for centuries, keep their youthful appearance. It was entirely possible that a heroic spirit could do such a thing with ease. But, if they could essentially stop their aging at any point…

…Why choose the age of a teenager?

“Eh, sure.” He said dismissively, deciding not to press the issue. This wasn’t something he knew a lot about, after all. Besides, there would be an easier way to find out whether she was lying or not, later.

“Ah, my name? I guess I haven’t already introduced myself, have I? My name is Satehi. My last name doesn’t matter.” He said with a tone of finality in his voice, hoping Archer would get that it wasn’t something he was too interested in discussing.

“A base? No, not really. I have this,” he gestured to the truck behind him. “but you could hardly call it a base. That’s why I summoned you in this spot. I don’t really have any place in mind for a base, really.” He’d really just come into the city, although he did have a bit of research on it.

“So, since you’re my senior, Archer, why don’t you go find a base? Since you’re a heroic spirit an all, you should know what’s a good location, no?” This would save him the trouble of looking for somewhere to set up shop himself.

RacingeR
December 31st, 2011, 07:51 PM
Lancer
10:00 AM
'Haunted' Mansion

"Hmmm..." Lancer examined his Master for some seconds, then nodded, satisfied. "Class is Lancer, but you can call me Raci if you want." He said with a dry voice as the red shadows that enveloped his body vanished away, revealing his true figure underneath. It closely resembled what a modern person of today would wear, a black shirt with black pants, but if one looked carefully, there were... pieces of armor fused with the clothing, imperceptible for people not accustommed to search for that kind of detail.

There was a noise, and the auburn haired Servant sat in a chair looking rather bored, as a can of soda appeared on his hand. He took a sip, then sent an analyzing stare towards his Master. "Well then, how should I call you? And... what is the plan?"

While Lancer had already thought up a pretty decent course of action, he decided to see what his Master had to say. It was a test for his capabilities, although maybe a rather easy one. However, it was important to figure out in what kind of exact conditions he had found himself in this war.

Mormarth
January 1st, 2012, 05:13 PM
Jack
10:02 AM

I smile as my offer of friendship is accepted by my Berserker, 'Urk', unfortunately, he does not seem to know his own strength, as my hand is crushed in a horridly painful vise. I keep my cool though, only moderately twitching about the eyes, instead of screaming like a girl and hiding under my bed. Which, truth be told, had a very small percentage of You Are Going To Die, in comparison with this ritual of summoning up superhumans and making them kill each other and/or you.

But I digress, "Now, there are certain things that must be done, according to the guidebo- er, Tome of Infinite Secrets, we must first speak with the Overseer of the War, whom is usually a priest of some sort," I said to Berserker as we ascended the stairs, "The Father, one Kotomine Kirei, (as I recall from my notes) awaits at the nearby church. We'll have to walk, as I have not yet obtained a vehicle. It's apparently about an hours walk, so, I guess we'll take the opportunity to survey the town on the way."

With that, we were off.

11: 05 AM

Crossing the bridge into Shinto from Miyama, and walking along the sidewalks as Berserker trailed along behind me, invisible to the naked eye, I kept an eye open for a place to buy or rent a motorcycle, I'd always been fond of the roaring engines, and found a favorable dealership in the city, I'd check it out on the way back, but for now, I must focus on the church. It loomed above me, a place of worship that felt somehow sinister, mocking. I frowned, and crossed to the doors, Berserker shifted behind me, apparently as wary of the Church as I was.

I stopped in front of the wooden portal to the house of God, "Berserker, wait for my return, I do not believe Servants are allowed within, but if there is danger, you know what to do, hopefully this'll be short and sweet," I said, ignoring my sense of dread, as I opened the doors.

Ace
January 1st, 2012, 05:28 PM
Archer
8:01 AM
Abandoned Park

This was a little annoying but had its benefits too. At least this way Archer could pick the best location for her abilities. "Hmm, I don't know the area so we'll have to do a little exploring," Archer said. She glanced at the truck behind him. Could he even legally drive yet? Well, that didn't matter since she was going to drive no matter what her master said.

"Come on Satehi," Archer said as she got into the driver's seat with her master riding shotgun. Casually they rode around the city looking for a suitable house.

8:20 AM

Most of the houses she saw were unappealing. Some were just not large enough and others were Japanese style. Archer was more comfortable with Western style houses, as she was born and raised in the west. Eventually, they came to an area filled with Western style mansions. Ah, these were perfect! Now which one should she choose? There was no way any of them were empty so either way she would have to deal with the current occupants. It couldn't be too much trouble, she was a heroic spirit after all.

"Oh, I think that mansion on the hill over there is the Tohsaka house," Satehi commented. "They're one of the three founding families for the Holy Grail War um, if you didn't already know."

"That means they're magi then," Archer turned the steering wheel causing the truck to move towards the house. She smirked. "A magus's house would make a pretty good base, don't you think master?"

Elyrin
January 1st, 2012, 06:27 PM
Kotomine Church
11:00 AM

Kotomine Kirei was a man who took his job as supervisor very seriously. The one person in the world who he could possibly consider a "friend" was an active participant in the war, and not once had he seriously considered lending her aid. The possibility of a man like him having a Servant wasn't even worth considering, yet there he was, in the midst of summoning his second Servant for this war.

He did not hold a proper contract with the Archer who remained in the world past the Fourth Heaven's Feel, but he still possessed a number of spare command seals given to him by his father. As such, he was able to cheat the system and call forth a second Servant, purely to assist in his job as mediator. Archer was unlikely to cooperate even on good days, so he could not be trusted when ordered to simply do recon.

When the magic circle lit up, Kirei merely stared unflinchingly, waiting to see what heroic spirit the Grail saw fit to grant him this time. An Assassin would be preferable, but he would be able to deal with any Servant besides Berserker.

75%

@Morm

When you enter the Church and look around, you find that your feelings of dread may have been unfounded. The mysterious priest was nowhere to be seen, and the Church was empty save for one person. A teenage girl in a nun's habit, with white hair falling past her shoulders. Upon noticing you, she looks up and greets you with a strange smile, and for some reason you are unable to stop yourself from shuddering. Whoever this girl is, she is not normal.

"Hello, young man. Are you here to speak to the priest?"

Mormarth
January 1st, 2012, 07:04 PM
Jack
11:05 AM

I opened the doors and looked around, what I saw was simply an ordinary seeming church, no bloodstains on the wall, no children begging for death, my suspicions looked to be unfounded, still, I remained wary. A feeling of emptiness filled the house of Christ, no worshipers were present, save a single nun, I walked toward her slowly, tense all over, as my footsteps echoed through the church, she glanced up, and smiled.

That smile, wasn't, it spoke of cruelty, and just wasn't right, it looked like- red liquid on white face, screams in the night mixed with horrible laughs- something wrong.

The nun spoke up,
"Hello, young man. Are you here to speak to the priest?"
I blinked, still lost in memories, "Yes, I am here to speak with him about my entrance as a master in the Holy Grail War. Could I speak to him, please?"

Mother, -screams in the night- always told me to be polite to women. So I stood up straight, and tried not to look shabby, what with my unkempt hair, and dirty longcoat. I suspect I will not be very successful, I look like a homeless guy, at least I trimmed my beard.

Elyrin
January 1st, 2012, 07:41 PM
"Yes, I am here to speak with him about my entrance as a master in the Holy Grail War. Could I speak to him, please?"

The girl nodded, her small smile quickly fading. Fortunately for you, she didn't seem to notice your rather shabby appearance - or, maybe she simply didn't care? "Of course. He is a bit busy at the moment, but he should be here shortly. In the meantime... you seem troubled. Please, speak, and I will do my best to help." Her voice was earnest, and it seemed she really wanted to help you, but you still couldn't shake that dark feeling...

Mormarth
January 1st, 2012, 08:23 PM
Jack
11:05 AM

Luckily, my lackluster dress and appearance left her unfazed, I fought through old, painful memories, and swallowed down the different feelings. I shook myself slightly, and heard the nun speak up,
"Of course. He is a bit busy at the moment, but he should be here shortly. In the meantime... you seem troubled. Please, speak, and I will do my best to help."
I smiled at the nun, "It's nothing you should be concerned about, it's just, well, your smile reminded me of a fond memory of my childhood, it's always on my mind nowadays. But, anyway, I never got your name, I'm Jack, and you are..?"

Well, it's not totally a lie, "fond" in the manner of constant remembrance.

Elyrin
January 1st, 2012, 09:02 PM
@Morm

Before the nun has a chance to reply, you hear heavy footsteps coming from the back of the church, and the priest comes into view. Standing over six feet and appearing quite well-built, he makes for an imposing figure, although your attention is quickly drawn back to the girl as she answers your question. "It seems Father Kotomine is here, then. My name is Caren Ortensia, Jack. Good day to you."

With that, she turns and leaves, nodding to the priest as she walks by. The man remains silent until she vanishes from sight, addressing you only when she is gone. "Greetings, Magus. I am Kotomine Kirei. If you are here to register yourself as a Master, I will have to ask for your name, and the class of the Servant you have summoned."

Mormarth
January 1st, 2012, 09:44 PM
Jack
11:06 AM

A man appeared at the back of the Church, Father Kotomine had arrived, his very presence oppressed the room, examining me like some small insect. Caren departed after the Father arrived, giving me her name in the process, I examined the priest, he was a tall man, even though I was slightly taller, but, he seemed to loom, like some dark boogeyman. He was well built, like a martial artist, I noticed he moved as if he carried numerous weapons on his person. All in all, Father Kotomine was quite an interesting character.

He spoke up,
"Greetings, Magus , I am Kotomine Kirei. If you are here to register yourself as a Master, I will have to ask for your name, and the class of the Servant you have summoned."
I cleared my throat, "I am Jack, and I have summoned the Servant Berserker."

I waited impatiently for Father Kotomine to give any further words, I felt like I was being watched by unfriendly eyes.

Elyrin
January 1st, 2012, 10:29 PM
@Morm

The priest's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly when he hears the Servant class you have summoned, and his flat expression turns into a slight frown. He continues to stare at you for a few moments, until you find yourself getting uncomfortable. "Very well. Do be aware that every Master of Berserker up to this point has been killed when they lost control of their charge. Try not to let that happen to you."

"Now, if you have any questions concerning the war, this is the time to ask. Further visits to the Church, unless you have lost your Servant and seek protection, are generally frowned upon."

Mormarth
January 1st, 2012, 11:11 PM
Jack
11:06 AM

The priest stared at me, and stared, and stared some more, it seemed he disapproved of my Servant. Berserker - The maddened Warrior, for an insane person, he seemed relatively stable, I hope I'm not going to go outside to find him devouring animals for their life force or something. I have enough prana to sustain him anyway.


"Very well. Do be aware that every Master of Berserker up to this point has been killed when they lost control of their charge. Try not to let that happen to you."
...Now, that is interesting, and disturbing, good vote of confidence, Priest. 'By the way, you're probably going to die. No pressure!' Sheesh, what happened to the whole "Good Shephard" gig... Still, I felt confidant, I could not lose this war, I will win, or die trying. Which, according to Father Smiles here, is extremely likely.


"Now, if you have any questions concerning the war, this is the time to ask."
"No, Father, that will be all, I hope I do not have to come here again." Nodding politely to the priest, I walk towards the doors to make my exit.

Satehi
January 1st, 2012, 11:23 PM
Satehi
8:01 AM
Abandoned Park

“Hmm? Sure.” Satehi said, as he got into the truck. Well, hopefully Archer could drive. It’d save him the trouble of having to do it himself, though.

8:20 AM

How uneventful.

They actually didn’t manage to find anything that had appealed to Archer’s tastes while they’d been running around Fuyuki. Well, not like any of the houses looked appealing to him, either. He absentmindedly stared out the window, until they’d eventually arrived to an area filled with Western style mansions, and he saw the mansion at the hilltop. Judging from the photo he’d seen before…

"Oh, I think that mansion on the hill over there is the Tohsaka house," Satehi commented. "They're one of the three founding families for the Holy Grail War um, if you didn't already know." He wasn’t quite sure how much heroic spirits knew when they were summoned.

However, judging by Archer’s response, she didn’t know much of the three families at all.

“A magus’s house?” He asked, before realizing what Archer was implying and letting a grin appear on his face. “Ah, I like the way you think. Yes, a magus’s house would definitely be a great place to bunk in. So, you’re going to ‘convince’ the residents to let us stay?” He asked, just to be sure.

EnigmaticFellow
January 2nd, 2012, 12:25 AM
Enigmatic Fellow
7:06 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park


"I am Song'q. The understanding the Grail can give you of my abilities should cover the basics of my skills, but don't hesitate to seek clarification, Master. Will you need me for anything before we move?"

Very well then, I received the gist of your powers and can now operate accordingly. For now, scouting the city for potential enemies should be acceptable. Do you agree, Saber?

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 12:49 AM
Kotomine Church
11:00 AM

Kotomine Kirei was a man who took his job as supervisor very seriously. The one person in the world who he could possibly consider a "friend" was an active participant in the war, and not once had he seriously considered lending her aid. The possibility of a man like him having a Servant wasn't even worth considering, yet there he was, in the midst of summoning his second Servant for this war.

He did not hold a proper contract with the Archer who remained in the world past the Fourth Heaven's Feel, but he still possessed a number of spare command seals given to him by his father. As such, he was able to cheat the system and call forth a second Servant, purely to assist in his job as mediator. Archer was unlikely to cooperate even on good days, so he could not be trusted when ordered to simply do recon.

When the magic circle lit up, Kirei merely stared unflinchingly, waiting to see what heroic spirit the Grail saw fit to grant him this time. An Assassin would be preferable, but he would be able to deal with any Servant besides Berserker.

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@Morm

When you enter the Church and look around, you find that your feelings of dread may have been unfounded. The mysterious priest was nowhere to be seen, and the Church was empty save for one person. A teenage girl in a nun's habit, with white hair falling past her shoulders. Upon noticing you, she looks up and greets you with a strange smile, and for some reason you are unable to stop yourself from shuddering. Whoever this girl is, she is not normal.

"Hello, young man. Are you here to speak to the priest?"
Lancer
Throne of Heroes

How long had it been since he had fought in the fields of Ireland? He could not tell the time. He merely smirked as he thought back of the days he had spent fighting. His lance pitted against many warriors of Ireland in the name of Ulster. The adrenaline, the thrill at the possibility of the death of either him or the opponent.

Now that...

was what he missed that most being in the throne. He would rather have been reincarnated or something and enjoy fighting rather than being confined here.

Now, would there be a chance?

Just then, he felt something beckoning.... and he gave a grin.

"Here it goes!"

And he got up and walked towards the beckoning light that had just appeared....

Lancer
Kotomine Church
11:00am

"Servant Lancer.... answering your calls!"

That was the loud declaration he made as he stood up, spun his lance around slightky before resting it on his shoulders. He looked at the man before him and knew what to ask next, "So, I ask, Are you my master?"

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 01:09 AM
@zlol

Kotomine Kirei gave the man before quick a quick once-over, and frowned. This Lancer was certainly less impressive than most of the heroes of the Fourth War, but he would hopefully be more effective than Assassin, at least. "Yes, Lancer, I will be your Master for this Holy Grail War. My name is Kotomine Kirei, and I will be acting as mediator in this war. You will be acting as my assistant. Understood?"

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 01:12 AM
Lancer
Kotomine Church
11:00am

"Heh, Assistant? Fine by me. What you are going to have me do later on? What is next?"

He merely looked at Kotomine and ignored the annoying look of slight disappointment, proceeding to ask one more question, for two reasons: To try and annoy him and of course, no warrior can bear fighting without some pleasure on the eyes! So he asked, "Do you have a daughter, sister or something?"

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 01:17 AM
@zlol

Upon hearing your second question, the tall man's frown immediately deepened, and he glared at you with suspicion. It was enough to unnerve you for a moment, but you shrugged it off. What's a normal man like him compared to a hero like you, anyway? "I do indeed have a daughter. She is in fact upstairs at this very moment. You will listen to her if she gives you orders, and you may not touch her without her permission. You are also forbidden from going upstairs during the day. Remain down here, where the Church's wards will hide your presence from other Servants."

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 01:24 AM
Lancer
Kotomine Church
11:00am

"So be it. I don't really mind at all anyways. So, I will stay here till my next set of orders come?"

The lance wielder could only ask that. And then he just stood there, watching the priest. Neither of them had a great liking to each other. Heck, it was doubtless that they would even get along, but he did not give a dam. He would just do things his way, fight and enjoy.

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 01:29 AM
@zlol

The priest's frown softened slightly, and he nodded to you in reply. "Correct. It will be a boring day for you, no doubt, but remember that patience is a virtue. Mediator I may be, but I am still your Master, and defiance will be answered swiftly and severely."

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 01:32 AM
Lancer
Kotomine Church
11:00am

"Horah? I have no interest in betraying you. I can wait, wait for seven days, eight days, nine days or more. As long as I taste that sweet thrill of battle, I would not mind, Master. If I were to betray you now, you know for sure I cannot survive."

The knight could only reply with a slight annoyance, having his honor questioned. How could that man even dare question his own loyalty right from the beginning? Were he not his master, he swore, maybe he would have given him a kick in the groin. However, it was alright...

As long as he got to fight.

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 01:43 AM
@zlol

As if he was satisfied by your words, the man before you allowed his frown to return to its seemingly default blank expression. He remained silent for a moment, and your ears picked up a conversation drifting down from the main floor of the building. Wordlessly, the man turns and leaves, abandoning you in the dark room.

...however, all was not lost! Hardly a minute later, a new face poked into the room. A white-haired girl, appearing to be in her late teens, examined you with what might have been slight interest. The two might not share much of a family resemblance, but her expression (or lack thereof) definitely reminded you of your new Master.

"Hello there, Servant. I was wondering if Father had managed to call forth someone interesting, but it doesn't really seem like it. I don't suppose you can prove me wrong, can you?"

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 03:31 AM
@zlol

As if he was satisfied by your words, the man before you allowed his frown to return to its seemingly default blank expression. He remained silent for a moment, and your ears picked up a conversation drifting down from the main floor of the building. Wordlessly, the man turns and leaves, abandoning you in the dark room.

...however, all was not lost! Hardly a minute later, a new face poked into the room. A white-haired girl, appearing to be in her late teens, examined you with what might have been slight interest. The two might not share much of a family resemblance, but her expression (or lack thereof) definitely reminded you of your new Master.

"Hello there, Servant. I was wondering if Father had managed to call forth someone interesting, but it doesn't really seem like it. I don't suppose you can prove me wrong, can you?"

Lancer
Kotomine Church
11:07am

"Hoho!"

Lancer himself could not resist any laughter as he heard the words 'Uninteresting'.

"Maybe i can prove you wrong, maybe not, Ojou-chan!"

He looked at the girl with great interest as he started to feel amused. Finally he said, "So you're my master's daughter. I'm not sure if i'm interesting. I guess I may have lost after all. And if there is any order you wish to issue, you may call me by my title, Lancer. Yes. and your name, ojou-chan?"

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 03:44 AM
@zlol

The girl's expression didn't change even a tiny bit. It seems your initial thoughts were correct, and she truly was the daughter of this "Kotomine Kirei". You had yet to find out her true personality, but hopefully she would be more compatible with you than her father.

"Lancer? Hmm. No, I think I will just call you Servant. My name is Caren, but you can just call me 'Mistress' or something similar. Hearing a servant like yourself using my first name is a bit distasteful."

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 04:06 AM
@zlol

The girl's expression didn't change even a tiny bit. It seems your initial thoughts were correct, and she truly was the daughter of this "Kotomine Kirei". You had yet to find out her true personality, but hopefully she would be more compatible with you than her father.

"Lancer? Hmm. No, I think I will just call you Servant. My name is Caren, but you can just call me 'Mistress' or something similar. Hearing a servant like yourself using my first name is a bit distasteful."

Lancer
Kotomine Church

"Fine, Mistress. I shall call you that."

So the girl that was before him was called Caren. If anything, she was interesting... more so then her father. Plus, she had quite a figure to boot! It was indeed a fortune he had been summoned. Though perhaps he noted wryly, it was a life of slavery indeed. He then proceeded to ask, "So Mistress, if there anything else you need of your servant?"

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 04:14 AM
@zlol

Caren took some time to think over your question before answering, a look of mild annoyance marring her features. After what seemed like several minutes of silence, she gave a small shrug. "I can't think of anything right now, Servant. I was thinking of asking you to escort me into town, but I don't think Father will allow you to leave. I have been quite bored recently, though. Perhaps you could think of something interesting for me to do?"

lethum
January 2nd, 2012, 05:04 AM
Enigmatic Fellow's Saber
7:06 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park


"Very well then, I received the gist of your powers and can now operate accordingly. For now, scouting the city for potential enemies should be acceptable. Do you agree, Saber?"

"Indeed, Master."

The half formed thoughts in my mind as I was summoned were correct after all. The Grail had led me to a compatible Master.

"Will you use shared perception or should I go out alone, Master?" I asked. Having already summoned a Servant, there was no way that my Master could reliably hide from other Masters in the open, but without the Master close to the Servant to give support, both with healing and empowering the Servant with Command Seals, battles that could have been won would be lost instead. However, if another Master sent his or her Servant alone, the fighting alone could prove harmful or even lethal for any nearby Masters.

With circumstances and consequences being both in favor and against of my Master accompanying me, one had to rely on personal preference to decide. In this case, personal preference meant the choice of my Master, given that I did not have a preference, either way.

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 05:23 AM
@zlol

Caren took some time to think over your question before answering, a look of mild annoyance marring her features. After what seemed like several minutes of silence, she gave a small shrug. "I can't think of anything right now, Servant. I was thinking of asking you to escort me into town, but I don't think Father will allow you to leave. I have been quite bored recently, though. Perhaps you could think of something interesting for me to do?"

Lancer
Kotomine Church

Lancer paused for the moment. He frowned as he could not think up of something to do. Just then he said, "Hmmm, if you're bored, maybe you could try observe the actions of the people involved in this war... or..."

He kept silent for the moment and then asked, "you could tell me a bit more about this world, since i'm still quite clueless?"

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 06:57 AM
1. Get modern and appropriate clothes for Rider
Unfortunately, your attempts to find fitting clothes for Rider mostly fail. Eventually, you manage to find come clothes to fit Rider's massive frame, but it wasn't easy. The most you were able to get were two pairs of jeans and a white t-shirt labelled "Conquest." Probably not the best choice, but you had no other options.


2. REDACTED
Sadly, another failure. You fail to find any information whatsoever, and twice find yourself cleaning bird droppings off your shoulder.


3. Visit the Church to get official info from Kotomine
Send questions in PM, will answer from there.


4. Look for Bazett and seek to become allies with her, if possible.
Again, after spending the remainder of your day on the task, you fail. The woman you seek is nowhere to be found. Annoyed with your continued failure, you look to the last place in Fuyuki you have yet to check - the Ryuudou Temple. You climb the stairs in the early evening, Rider walking silently behind you. Not paying attention to where you step, you make a grave mistake two thirds of the way up to the temple. Your feet stick in place for a moment, and you feel magical energy digging into your body and soul. Running prana through your circuits does nothing to halt this unknown magic.

Looking down, you see what appears to be a runic formation etched into the stair. Four symbols, of which you know the meaning of none, but something in the back of your head whispers their secret to you. you have been challenged, and there is no escape. You cannot move backwards, only forwards, and Rider's attempts to remove you fail. After a minute or so of worry and panic, a voice from further up grabs your attention.

"Hey, there. You picked a good time to show up, I was getting bored just sitting around!" At the top of the stairs stood a man who could be nothing other than a Servant (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixxzot75zJA/TdThSlZeDvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RgQcPJQfKXk/s1600/1336520845393dee478fex5.jpg). The feral grin on his face was enough to make you nervous, never mind the incredible amount of power radiating from him. This monster... would even Rider be able to defeat him?

"Anyway, I'm Servant Caster. If you expect to get an easy fight because of that, though, you're in for a surprise."

Ace
January 2nd, 2012, 04:47 PM
Archer
8:20 AM
Outside the Tohsaka House

She smirked. "Of course, considering the owner of this house is a magus things might get a little difficult," Archer said. She had met and become acquainted with many magi in the past, if this magus was anything like they were force would definitely be needed.

"I don't think the occupant has noticed our presence yet," Archer noted. "Since you're the master here, what do you think we should do? I might be able to 'take care' of the occupants without entering the house. Or would you rather we try to negotiate and not have to resort to killing?" Even if she just wanted to get things done and over with right now, he was a master and a young one at that. He might try and insist on sparing innocent lives or something like that.

Archer was at least willing to give him a chance.

Elyrin
January 2nd, 2012, 08:43 PM
@zlol

Again, Caren remained silent in thought for a short while before answering. Much of your time under Kotomine Kirei would be spent waiting around, it seemed, but the fights afterward would hopefully be worth it. "No, thank you. Sorry, Servant, but it seems my suspicions have been confirmed. Good day to you."

Turning quickly, the girl was out the door in hardly a moment. You could stop her if you tried, of course, but was there really a point?

Satehi
January 2nd, 2012, 09:50 PM
Satehi
8:20 AM
Outside the Tohsaka House

“Hmm, what to do?” He thought about what Archer was asking for a bit. “Well, given what we’re asking of them, I doubt they’re just going to hand over their house. A magus’s workshop is quite important to them, after all.”

“Considering that, there’s no point in negotiating. Well, it’d be best if you could keep the occupants alive. There might be a use for them, such as information that they have that we do not. Others might’ve already approached the Second Owner. Really, killing even a magus is somewhat distasteful. I’d prefer if you could simply incapacitate them or otherwise. If you can’t, well… try and make it as painless as possible?” He suggested, feeling somewhat uncomfortable saying things like this, but they were fighting a war.

“Since you’re Archer, you’re not built for close combat, no? It’s probably best for you to take care of them from a distance. Especially in case they might’ve summoned a Servant, being one of the families to found the grail.” He didn’t really feel it needed to be said, but there was always to chance Archer hadn’t thought of it. Actually..

"Hey, since you're Archer, a class designed for range combat, you can detect things at a range, correct? Do you sense any Servants in that house?"

Katie
January 2nd, 2012, 10:14 PM
Knight
11:06 AM

"It seems that you are done with this... church." I had been waiting here, reliving memories and trying to understand why a place of holy sanctity would feel this way... Without luck. To be honest, this church does not feel right, unlike the others I've been to... Perhaps I should confess to the priest.

"I believe it is time to see the land owners. If I am right..." I pull out a copy of the map my Master gave me. It is very unusual compared to the ones I had in my day. "They are here."

I point on the map, and circle it with a pencil, which is round. Weird, in my time they were square... And apparently, as the Grail tells me, these pencils aren't going to give me lead poisoning... I guess I could chew on it now, but that's a filthy habit.

Enough distractions, we must focus on the task at hand.

"I suggest we move now, if I were you."

zlol365
January 2nd, 2012, 11:22 PM
Lancer
Kotomine Church

"Heh, Ojou-chan. Before you leave, you ought to tell me what suspicion. That I'm boring?"

Still grinning like a moron, Lancer decided to continue to sit and expected no reply, in the very least. All he was, perhaps was a boring man that never made his mark in history after all. The only thing he did? fought a bunch of warriors, won them, pissed them off and died as a result. Heh, how he took them down? It was not exactly famous anyway.

Thus he shrugged and stared at the ceiling before he said to himself, "Heh, at least even if i'm not famous... I would like to take on all the servants..."

Ace
January 2nd, 2012, 11:35 PM
Archer
8:20 AM
Outside the Tohsaka House

Archer shook her head. "There are no servants in the house," she confirmed. "The person in there is just a magus, I don't think I'll have a problem incapacitating them."

She turned to look at the house. "Well, I think we chatted enough." Archer moved towards the front door of the mansion. "The magus is in a bedroom, presumably sleeping. Do you have a neat and tidy way of breaking in?" She didn't want to have to break down the door of the house that would soon come within her possession. It'd be annoying to repair it later.

As a precaution, a gun (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6c/Walther_P99_9x19mm.png/300px-Walther_P99_9x19mm.png) materialized in Archer's right hand. You never know what you might find in a magus's lair.

Airen
January 2nd, 2012, 11:44 PM
Airen
10:00 AM
Haunted Mansion

"Lancer, huh?"

So, it seemed that I had managed to summon one of the knight class Servants, an occurrence which made me feel a bit better about my chances in this war, even though I possessed no small amount of confidence in my own abilities. The man, Lancer, was wearing clothing that hid what appeared to be his armor, which had somehow been fused with the clothes in question, as if he didn't want people to know that he was wearing such a thing...


"Well then, how should I call you? And... what is the plan?"

"You may refer to me as either Master, or if you prefer names, as Airen," I paused for a moment, then, "As for the plan, I was thinking it would be best to go see the current head of the Tohsaka, and check to see whether or not she summoned a servant of her own." Sitting down on the couch across from my Servant, I continued explaining, "The Tohsaka are supposed to be guaranteed a place in this ritual, so the Tohsaka heir, whose home is well-known, should be a high-profile target for most of the Masters at the moment."

Still speaking, I started to absentmindedly trace the shape of a rune into the floor with my foot, "Because of that, we should take this opportunity to watch over the house, and locate any Masters that may be drawn to the house to attack what they believe to be a confirmed target." I sighed once, then, "It should have a higher success rate than just wandering the city looking randomly for enemy Masters, but," I paused again, "What do you think we should do Lancer?"

Satehi
January 3rd, 2012, 12:59 AM
Satehi
8:20 AM
Outside the Tohsaka House

Eh? Archer wanted to take over the Tohsaka house for a base, but didn’t have any way to get in without using brute force..? Shouldn’t she have thought out this part of it before deciding to take over someone else’s house..?

“Yep, I think I do. Somewhere. Wait a sec.” After replying to Archer, Satehi moved towards the front door, before retrieving a small tome from his right pocket. “Should be around here…” Flipping through the pages, he looked for the spell that he had written down, before eventually finding it. “Ah, here it is.”

“Alright. I’m not too good at this kind of thing, but here goes.” Taking a deep breath, he quickly looked over what was written, before readying himself to perform the spell written.

"Η πόρτα που για σε μας να καταστήσει σαφές κάτω από οι ίδιοι την κατεύθυνσή μας κάνει το μυστικό σας σαφής! "

Feeling the familiar run of prana through his circuits as he recited the spell, he felt the magic on the lock of the door resist his spell, not willing to give way immediately. Grinding his teeth a bit, he slowly put in more and more prana into the spell, until eventually after a minute, he could feel the magic of the lock break, giving way.

Letting out a breath he’d been holding in for a while, he addressed Archer.

“It should be unlocked now. This is the part where you do something, right?” He stepped aside from the door, motioning for Archer to go on into the mansion.

EnigmaticFellow
January 3rd, 2012, 01:29 AM
Enigmatic Fellow
7:07 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park


"Will you use shared perception or should I go out alone, Master?"

"I suggest that you use that NP of yours to hide your identity as a Servant while scouting for this outing," said the master. Using this tactic would draw away unwanted attention from Servants due to his Saber not registering as a Servant to them. In addition, it should still allow for Saber to sense other Servants.

"Still, I might need to buy you clothes for both of your forms to help you blend in. The last thing we need right now is unwanted attention this early in the war before we make the necessary preparations. We can't afford having your identity given away too soon, Saber."

Ace
January 3rd, 2012, 01:38 AM
Archer
8:20 AM
Tohsaka House

She watched as Satehi pulled a book out from his pocket and recited a spell, unlocking the door. The words certainly sounded impressive but the entire thing was rather boring. Magic can't always be huge explosions and other impressive looking things, she supposed.

Archer moved to the door and opened it. It looked like the little spell worked. "Yes master," she answered him. "We're going to go up to the magus's room. We're also going to have to find some rope or something else to tie the magus with unless you have a good binding spell in that book of yours." Archer glanced at the direction where the magus resided.

"Taking care of the magus is of course, our first priority. We can deal with that other stuff later," with that said, she entered the house. With her eyesight, she could easily see where the magus was located. She stayed in front of Satehi, leading them closer and closer to the magus's room.

After a short walk they were outside the room. Just a single door separated them and the magus. The magus was up too, ready for them. Archer aimed her gun with her right hand. "Step away master, she knows we're here."

With her left hand, she flung the door open.

Elyrin
January 3rd, 2012, 02:24 AM
Tohsaka House
8:20 AM

Tohsaka Rin was not a girl who could be described as a morning person, by any possible definition of the term. Nonetheless, she considered herself to be quite intelligent, and when the bounded field around the house awoke her she knew she was in danger. No one she knew would set off the bounded field, nor would any of them attempt to force their way into her mansion.

Best-case scenario, someone had simply broken in to steal something. Considering the time, unlikely. Worst-case scenario, someone had called forth a Servant and had come to "investigate" the Second Owner. Rin hadn't managed to summon a Servant of her own - exactly why, she did not know - but a Master would have no way of knowing that. The girl quietly slipped out from under the covers and made her way towards her small stash of jewels. She had used half her supply early that morning, but she still had ten left, as well as the pendant her father had left for her. Taking four jewels into her hand, she took up position in a corner of the room, making sure to have a good line of sight in case she needed to defend herself

...no, make that when she needed to defend herself. The Holy Grail War was set to begin that day, and if the intruders had pierced the sealed door, there must have been a magus present. She would take no chances and respond with simple, overwhelming force. If she decided to go easy and made the wrong choice, she was likely to be kidnapped or killed. When the door began to open, she hurled one of her gems at the opening while exclaiming a single word.

Eis!

@Acesu

When the door opens and the first thing you see is a meter-long spear flying towards your chest, your first instinct is to dodge. Years of practice have left you quite good at dodging, which is fortunate. The spear, flying at nearly bullet speeds, misses you as you move to the left. Your Master was standing almost right behind you... but, really, he would be fine. If a mere sneak attack was enough to do him in, he would never have been a very good Master anyway. The question was, what kind of Servant was one who would let themselves be caught by the same sneak attack? One like you, apparently.

A second ice spear, slightly above head height, flew past you harmlessly. A third pierced your right shoulder as you dodged, ignoring your innate magic resistance completely and pinning you to the wall. Your pistol falls to the ground as your now-useless arm goes limp, ice magic slowly spreading down the limb. A glance upwards reveals a teenage girl, still wearing her nightclothes. Could a normal human really manage something like this?

@Sat

When you see Archer start to move, there is no choice whatsoever in your mind. If the magus behind the door is doing something to force a Heroic spirit to evade, it would without a doubt be something you needed to get away from. You jump blindly away from the door, dimly aware of a throbbing pain in your side, but it quickly fades. You quickly return to your feet and examine your possible injury. There is a gash running along your side, luckily not deep enough to be fatal. Worse was the fact that the wound in question seemed to be frozen, and the ice was spreading. As it was, you were in no danger, but there may be complications as it spreads. Running prana through your circuits to slow the spell helps somewhat, but not much.

SeiKeo
January 3rd, 2012, 02:47 AM
Rider

Another Servant? Well, that was fast. He wondered where in the world his enemy must come from. Those clothes... they didn't look terribly warm, nor did they seem all that protective. But, he supposed, magi will be magi. They wore strange clothes when he knew them too. "Well, Caster," shook the avalanche voice, "are you sure you're in the right place? That's quite the spear for a spell-man."

Rider dropped his right side back with a turn, angling his arm back as it gripped around an invisible weapon handle. "Although, maybe I'm in the wrong place too." A spark of flame roared in his hand, suddenly blazing into a long sword-staff. Pointed at the ground, the top third of the weapon was a controlled storm of flame, a spinning razor of heat and light. The flames subsided down the weapon from a whirling blade to a simple bar of contained fire, easy to grip.

He bent his legs, crouching and coiling his body. Was it... did he whisper a prayer under his breath? A few short words escaped his mouth, said softly enough that nobody else could hear them. And as soon as the last syllable rang... the Servant exploded forwards in a blur of fire and speed, twirling his weapon about him in a burning wind that scorched the steps on which he ran.

Ace
January 3rd, 2012, 03:06 AM
Archer
8:20 AM
Tohsaka House

Things happened quickly. This magus was stronger than she expected and was a teenager, to boot. Archer couldn't help but smile slightly. She wasn't really one to since this girl looked a bit older than herself. Ah, this really was a tricky situation. It was best to handle this with care.

"Hold on," Archer said. "I'll admit you're a powerful magus but do you think you can fire off your next spell before I can shoot at you? You're a member of one of the founding families so I'm certain you know how strong servants are supposed to be." Since violence didn't seem to work, it wouldn't hurt to solve this situation peacefully somehow. Or as peacefully as it can be after this.

"At best, you might be able to fire off your spell at the same time I shoot you. That wouldn't be beneficial to either of us, would it?" The goal of a magus was to reach the root or perfect their magecraft, or something like that she was no expert after all. If she died, that would cause a huge blow to her family assuming her parents were simply gone at the moment. If she happened to be the only member of her family alive then that would be it. Everything her ancestors worked for would have been for nothing. No magus would want that.

"So what do you say we have a little chat?"

Satehi
January 4th, 2012, 12:58 AM
Satehi
8:20 AM
Tohsaka House

Damnit.

Satehi cursed internally a bit, looking at how the situation had quickly gone sour. Whoever the Tohsaka mage was, they were extremely skilled to have been able to create an attack that would force a heroic spirit like Archer to dodge. Unfortunately, he wasn’t nearly quite skilled enough to dodge all the projectiles.

The gash that ran around his side told as much. It wasn’t fatal, but partially frozen by the projectile, and the ice continued to freeze over more, draining the heat from his body. The cold felt somewhat numbing, but he didn’t like the thought of keeping the wound as it is, given it was enough to be of significant harm to a Heroic spirit.

Closing his eyes for a bit, he attempted the simplest countermeasure he could think of- circulating prana through his circuits, which would naturally flush or negate the effects of foreign prana such as the one that was ailing him right now.

Damnit.

It helped, but not much. Still, it was passable.

Refocusing his attention on the scene in front of him, he could only feel the situation felt bleaker. Archer had gotten hit by one of those projectiles (which was some kind of meter long spear of ice, judging by the thing lodged in Archer’s should), and was disarmed and pinned to the wall. Looking into the now opened door way, he could see who had attacked them.

It was a teenage girl, still dressed in their nightclothes that had gotten the better of them.

Judging by the small smile on Archer’s face, she had some kind of plan for getting out of the situation she’d gotten herself into. Well, not a very good plan, but it was better than nothing.

“Miss, I think you might want to consider her words a bit.” He began, looking for some kind of way to back up Archer. “It’d be awfully bad if you two ended up killing each other, wouldn’t it? Especially considering that if we really wanted to kill you, she could’ve killed you earlier without ever having to enter the house.”

Unsatisfied with how running prana through his circuits had turned out, he applied a different method to stave off the freezing projectile. Holding his right hand to the wound, he drew upon the oddity in his body.

Well, that was not entirely accurate. Despite being an oddity, it felt more natural than any time he had used his circuits, almost akin to moving an extra limb or blinking, and had helped him far more than his magic circuits had.

Slowly changing the nature of his prana into electricity through it to be directed to the right location, a small trickle of electricity flowed between his hand and the injury, trickling slowly in hopes of melting away the ice. It might turn out worse, or maybe better- but he felt it was better then doing nothing for the moment.

lethum
January 4th, 2012, 02:45 AM
Enigmatic Fellow's Saber
7:07 a.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park


I suggest that you use that NP of yours to hide your identity as a Servant while scouting for this outing. Still, I might need to buy you clothes for both of your forms to help you blend in. The last thing we need right now is unwanted attention this early in the war before we make the necessary preparations. We can't afford having your identity given away too soon, Saber.

Ah.

That Noble Phantasm.

To this day, it brought mixed feelings, given that it was originally a plan of my enemies to punish me. An obstacle overcome or not, it was still very useful, and in any case there was no point in waiting.

"As you say, Master."

Turning around, I immediately made to leave the building and headed for the door, adding, "You don't need to worry, though. The skills of servants like me surpass the common sense of this era, after all," as the shape of my body...changed. My height and weight diminished, while my stride shortened and my clothes changed into fancy garments that wouldn't be anachronistic in the streets. Not to mention that I was curious. The information I'd received from the Grail about modern times made me want to meet with merchants or their servants and confirm my thoughts, and something like a simple patrol would give me the time to do that much.

Elyrin
January 5th, 2012, 01:32 AM
@Leo

Your first action did nothing to remove the cocky grin from Caster's face, although he did raise an eyebrow at your nearly silent words. As you leaped forward, his only response was to move his finger around a bit, almost as if he were drawing something in midair. You feel magic working at your body immediately as heat begins to gather around your chest. However, things such as fire or heat were of little concern to you, so you continued your charge. Before the strange magus had a chance to work another spell, you were upon him and had already made your first and only strike.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Caster was better prepared than he appeared to be. Faster than you could cut the man down, he leapt into the air, quickly landing halfway down a stone path leading to a temple of some sort. He seemed annoyed at having lost so much ground so quickly, but his confident smile quickly returned.

"Pretty good. I expected that to work a little better, but I'm not one to complain. Still, my Master ordered me to win the war, so I guess I should even the odds a little." Still completely unconcerned by your presence, he began to draw more symbols - this time, on himself. You weren't sure what his next spell would do, but you had a chance to attack, if you were willing to risk it.




@Team Acesu

The teenage magus looked between the two of you anxiously. She didn't really seem to be in the mood to talk, but considering the circumstances, she didn't have much of a choice. Both of you could see the Magic Crest on her arm glowing brightly. Was that the source of her ice spell, or were the jewels in her other hand to blame? Not that it mattered either way, of course. If the girl's second spell was as fast as the first, the most likely outcome of further violence would be the death of everyone present.

"...fine. Start talking, then. If you try to pull another gun, I'll make sure you don't dodge my next spell." Was the girl even scared? Any mere human should be terrified by the likes of a Servant, but she managed to keep calm. Mostly. She was tense, ready to attack again at a moment's notice, and most of her focus was on the girl pinned to the wall. Whatever it was the two of you had to say, you had better talk fast.

Ace
January 5th, 2012, 02:50 AM
Archer
8:21 AM
Tohsaka House

Well, at least Archer had bought herself a few minutes. If there was one thing she was good at it wasn't lying but that came as a close second. She was certain her skills would be sufficient in this situation. The girl was just a teenager after all.

"As I'm sure you're aware of, as a member of one of the three founding families it is likely that you're a master in the Holy Grail War," Archer began. "Since the location of the Tohsaka house is common knowledge for participants of the Holy Grail War or at least the ones that did the research, it seemed like a good place to start looking. I didn't sense any servant when I got close to your house but there was a chance you summoned an Assassin. We don't want to cause unnecessary casualties, you see so we went in to investigate before trying to kill you. But since no servant came out to help defend you I assume you haven't summoned a servant?"

Archer was calm, relaxed even. It wasn't like this was the first time her life had been on the line.

"Since from the look of things, you're not a master that means there is no reason for us to hurt you." Archer grinned sheepishly. "So can we call it a truce?"

SeiKeo
January 6th, 2012, 08:21 PM
So, it was Rune magic. Rider had... Rider had regrettably not seen enough of that. He'd only ever met a few lone users, and without a doubt they used an entirely different alphabet, and as such, different spells. But it would probably have commonalities. First, it would be good at increasing personal strength and passive effects. That was likely what Caster was doing: increasing his abilities to use that spear of his. And second, it was hard to get rid of. Once the effect went up, you would need to dispel it directly, and he was lacking in that department.

So, he had to stop him in the middle of this spell. Ranged attacks he had, but any Caster worth his salt would probably have a defense set up against them. Closing in melee may not be fast enough to make it in time. So... so he was forced to use one of his unknown techniques. It was soon, in his opinion, but it would work. Probably.

He quickly centered himself, gathering his power.

"http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711144228/elderscrolls/images/b/b3/Dragon_F.pnghttp://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711145138/elderscrolls/images/a/aa/Dragon_U.pnghttp://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711145113/elderscrolls/images/a/a5/Dragon_S.pnghttp://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711145057/elderscrolls/images/2/2d/Dragon_R.pnghttp://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711145027/elderscrolls/images/8/80/Dragon_O.pnghttp://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711144123/elderscrolls/images/3/3c/Dragon_D.pnghttp://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110711143904/elderscrolls/images/9/98/Dragon_ah.png!"

A massive wave of force burst from his mouth with a yell. Magical energy, compressed into a forcewave that burst outward, riding his words, snapping trees like twigs. And Caster was still preparing his spell.

Elyrin
January 8th, 2012, 08:09 PM
@Leo

6:20 PM, because we need a time

It was obvious that Caster had been prepared for a ranged attack, although perhaps not for your specific choice. His expression unchanging, he reacted faster than you expected, and leapt aside far faster than a Caster should have been able to move.

That is, not fast enough. While the man in blue avoided the worst of your attack, the wave of force caught his legs and sent him spinning. He landed some distance away and was back on to his feet instantly, newly drawn runes still visible for a moment before fading. He seemed to have lost his spear, as well. The two of you took only a short moment to locate it - embedded three-quarters of the way through the temple wall, down at the end of the stone path. With one glance in your direction to confirm your position, he took off at a full sprint. Slower than you, although not by much, and he was​ closer to the spear than you.

Blackdeath6031
January 16th, 2012, 01:16 AM
Hidemoto
Matou Mansion - Entrance
3pm

Having reached the mansion as a slight detour on my way back from the Church, I find myself with little to do here.

Really, the only thing which comes to mind is to do the usual.

Walking to some of the trunks of the trees, I slap on the charm and repeat the process.

Having completed that, I walk up to the door frame and gently repeat it once more, hoping I did not catch any unwanted attention.

Elyrin
January 18th, 2012, 09:32 PM
@BD

When you reach out to put a charm on the door to the mansion, you unfortunately fail to hear the doorknob turning. When the door opens and reveals a teenage boy with strangely wavy blue hair, you find yourself placing the tag on his forehead. Both of you stand silent and unmoving for a few short moments, before he decides to start yelling at you.

"Okay, who the hell are you, and what are you doing here? I was in the middle of something, so this had better be good!"

Mormarth
January 18th, 2012, 09:38 PM
Jack
11:06 AM

"I suggest we move now, if I were you."

Nodding at Berserker's suggestion, and pondering his odd way of speaking, I responded, "Yeah, we should go see the heads in charge, eh? Wouldn't want to be rude, or something."

He judged that he had a few hours before his motorcycle would be prepared, so, might as well make use of it. Hoping the head wasn't some old traditionalist, Jack had never been very good at the whole magus practices and backwards thinking, but he didn't want to be called a squatter, not after what happened last time. His ass was still sore, and not in that way, you perverts.

So, Jack set off (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mif5ya4JUy0&feature=related), following Berserker's map, the obfuscated servant, following in quiet contemplation, occasionally offering a clarification on the directions.

I really want a whip or something right now, seems right.

Blackdeath6031
January 21st, 2012, 10:12 AM
Hidemoto
Matou Mansion - Entrance
3pm

I stand there, mouth agape for a few seconds, trying to absorb what had just happened.

But then I snap myself back to reality, trying to find a proper excuse.
This man is a member of one of the original three families.

"G-Good day, young lord," Hidemoto began, unconsciously finding himself slipping into olden speech in some parts. "I had found, in my divinations, that whoever or whatever that charm lands on when I place it, is bound to be cursed. It appears it is some form of inhuman creature which would take over its host's body at a certain stage. I hear its the kind which would seek out those with strong mystical powers and any other strong points."

Hoping that his story was believable, he began nodding in silent thought. "I see. So you will be brought to ruin from this curse, because of your perfection...huh."

Elyrin
January 23rd, 2012, 11:12 PM
@BD

As you work your way through your newly-written story, the expression on the teenager's face becomes more and more exaggerated. By the time you finished, you would not have been surprised if he had somehow dislocated his jaw. After a moment, he seemed to return to himself, and immediately went back to shouting and threatening you.

"Shut up! Just... stop talking! I still don't know who you are, or what you're doing here, but it doesn't matter anymore. I should have you killed for this, magus. Now-" The boy pulls what appears to be a spellbook from... somewhere. You aren't sure if you want to find out where, instead busying yourself with the dozen ways you could incapacitate the boy before he says anything. Luckily for him, he finds himself suddenly interrupted.

"Hmm? Visitors? Boy, you should know by now not to be so rude. Please, come in, come in!" The strained voice belongs to a very short and incredibly old-looking man, and it makes the boy jump. The man offers you a kind smile, but you are unable to shake your feelings of unease. "Now, don't just stand there. The two of you are here for business, I assume?"

Without a doubt, this small old man must be the head of the Matou family, to have noticed your Servant so easily. You weren't sure if you could trust him, but at this point, did you really have much of a choice?

Neir
January 23rd, 2012, 11:41 PM
Saber
Matou House
3 PM

Saber materialized behind Hidemoto.

"Master, I remember this mage. He is fairly powerful, but devious. We would do well to speak outside the house until you decide otherwise." His voice was flat, as though he was reading a report. As he spoke, Saber walked forward and plucked the book from the teen's hands, and promptly tore it in half, and then tore the halves in twain again. He glared at the boy.

"Know your place, boy. I recommend you go enjoy your sister while you still can. Revel in the modicum of power you possess, and then realize that your life is empty. Do not dare to challenge us again, or I will cut you down where you stand."

SeiKeo
January 24th, 2012, 12:42 AM
Rider
6:20 PM

As he moved, Rider grinned. The Caster was remarkably fast, almost like he wasn't meant to be a Caster in the first place. An oddity, but he wouldn't be fast enough. The language of the mountains had far more than simply a push.

"Tiid Klo Ul"

The World obeyed. At his command, time began a differential flow, suddenly slowing for him. Not a stoppage, of course: to act without time would be a true paradox. But it slowed enough that it may as well be close. Caster's snarl seemed to freeze on his face, a twist of anger.

Rider took off, moving at multiplied speed. Easily reaching the spear before Caster, he turned and kicked off the wall, blasting a hole in it as the language's power disappeared. He knew his limits. To run that power for too long would result in a painful reset by the World, impairing his fighting ability. But, he had more.

"Wuld Nah kest"

A spell of the same variety, to a lesser degree. Correction would not be imposed, but the altered flow of time would let him do what he needed to.

Sprinting towards his Master, he grabbed her, shielding her with his body. Some kind of reply was inevitable.

Blackdeath6031
January 24th, 2012, 03:04 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

Hidemoto audibly winced at the words Saber gave the boy before considering his options.

"You have a point, warrior." Hidemoto nodded to Saber after a few short moments.

"I humbly apologise for my own rudeness, Matou family's elder."

Rather than immediately heeding the old man's invite, Hidemoto dropped to his knees. Then, placing both his hands on the ground, he lowered his head.

"I know full well that I had trespassed into your home, and had engaged in actions which would have violated not only your privacy, but perhaps any other unwritten rules of the house.

"I hope that you will be able to forgive me in this matter."

Truly, he did not know whether this path is the best out of all he had considered. But if the man is, as Saber said, devious, then this is a method would may provide some breathing space.

Elyrin
January 30th, 2012, 08:25 PM
@BD

When your Servant wrenched the book from the Matou boy's hands, his reaction was one of horror, as if the destroyed tome was something of enormous importance. As the torn pages caught fire and burned to ash, he nearly fell to his knees. The old man behind him merely sighed.

"Boy, get ahold of yourself. Inform your sister we have uninvited guests." As the boy picked himself up and scurried off, the man examined you and your Servant with mild interest. You were unable to read his emotions while he remained in the shadows, so it worried you a bit. "Matou Zouken. Now, tell me. What is your business here, and why did you allow your Servant to act so rashly? That could easily be seen as an attack on my family, which is something I will not tolerate."




@Leo

The Caster in this Grail War was quite unorthodox, as you had quickly found out. He was much faster than you had expected a Caster to be, being more on par with a Knight class, although how much of his speed was him and not his sorcery was a mystery. Nonetheless, having knowledge of some of his abilities and having liberated him of his spear, you had managed a victory. The powerful magic in the spear made it obvious that it was a Noble Phantasm, and Caster was likely to be far less dangerous without it.

As you picked your Master up off the stone steps, you became aware of the power in the air beginning to fade. Caster was working another spell, and you noticed runes glowing on the trees around you and the stairs below you, even as you sprinted for safety. Words began to form on your lips as you decided to take no chances, but you were already too late.

A number of the runes exploded, turning the silent forest around you into an inferno that threatened to consume the mountain itself. There was no chance that such a spell could be hidden, but Lancer seemed desperate to stop you, and for good reason. With your own abilities, you could safely pass through the blaze with little more than singed clothing, but your Master would not be so lucky.

"Hey, slow down! No need to rush!" For the second time that night, you turned your attention to the top of the steps, as Caster called out to you yet again. He seemed relatively calm at first glance, but any mere human would be able to pick up his killing intent and realize he was anything but. "Now, listen. I know killing your master like this would be a bit of a waste, but don't think I won't do it anyway. I won't even be able to miss from this distance. I will make a deal, though. Toss my spear, say, three quarters of the way back up here, and I'll cut the fire spell and let you go. We can have a real fight later, maybe after I get to know your Master a little better. Deal?"

You don't think it's wise to trust the man, but his killing intent has softened and he seems completely honest. You can't pick up even the smallest hint of deception.

Blackdeath6031
January 31st, 2012, 05:37 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

Keeping my head low, I decide not to fool around much more. It's definite that I might wake up this drowsy dog if I'm not careful. Let them lie, as others have told me before.

"We are searching for someone, this...warrior and I. I felt that it was most prudent for our search if we were to search in this way. I had no idea whose residence this is, nor any of the other residences we had been to. For that, I apologise.

"While I do know that I am a master, I am unfamiliar with the rules of the game, or the trade, for that matter. As such, I apologise once more. I have been used to engaging in things my own way, seeking out necessities and working toward it regardless of morality or procedures.

"As for my negligence..."

Oh my kami, please don't let the warrior act aggressively in this case...!

"...I once again reiterate. I had no idea of this trade. Rather, I felt him to be one of the other spirits I've taken for granted, until he explained it to me. Nonetheless, I still don't feel comfortable treating him as a subordinate, or a pet, and my reaction time, I'm afraid to say, it too slow for me to have talked him out of it. Please accept my humble apologies."

Satehi
February 1st, 2012, 04:55 PM
Satehi
8:21 AM
Tohsaka House

She hadn’t decided to try again what she did earlier. That was good, at least. Archer had a relatively decent plan for getting them out of this, albeit she was the one who got them into this mess in the first place. Honestly, she was too relaxed given the situation, in his opinion, especially considering it was her fault.

“We could be here for quite a while like this, given the stalemate you two are at. I’m sure you have things you want to do, and so do we. You’re probably skeptical of calling a truce with people who barged into your house, but I think this is turns out a lot better for all of us, right?”

Elyrin
February 5th, 2012, 02:10 AM
@Sat and Acesu

The Tohsaka girl continued to glare at the two of you. She of course the logic you were using, but she still seemed suspicious - for what was admittedly a good reason. The standoff continued for a minute, as both parties waited for the other to act...

Eventually, the magus relented. "Fine. You're right. A truce would work best for the three of us... if I could trust you. So, let's make a deal. Specifically, a contract. You agree not to harm myself and my property, and I'll do the same for you. If you have questions, I can probably answer those two. Deal?"

Brynhilde
February 6th, 2012, 05:42 AM
Brynhilde
6:20 PM

All the muscles in my body tensde as I beheld the enemy in front of me.

A Servant. A rival Servant. A familiar of the highest calibre. An obstacle that I will have to conquer one by one till I am the only person left alive.

... Can I achieve that? Can my Servant achieve that?

My Servant had put up a good fight - nevertheless, we were unfortunate enough to run into Caster, of all things. Under normal circumstances, I could have aided my Servant with a spell of mine that specifically target those who used magecraft in combat, yet this Servant seemed to be a warrior somehow squeezed into the confines of a Caster.

His agility and melee speed was completely inappropriate for the Magic-User Servant class.

Yet his magecraft had evidently been boosted thanks to his rebirth into this unlikely role.

Now, as he issued this unlikely offer to my Servant, Rider waited for my reply. Calming down my rapidly beating heart, I analysed the situation before me.

If Caster really desires to kill me, he would have had no need to warn Rider and offer him such terms even if he valued his spear. Fixing my gaze on my enemy, I narrowed my eyes.

"... You have me outmatched, Caster." I emphasise on his Class, sarcasm and curiosity evident in my voice. "Despite your Class, you obviously still value your spear. You could have killed me and came down to retrieve your spear yourself... but you're not doing that. Which says something about you, really."

A small silence drew out as a paused, filled only by the crackling and roaring of the unnatural flames that surrounded us all.

"... I agree to your offer. Rider, get his spear, please."

Neir
February 6th, 2012, 02:10 PM
Saber
Matou house
3 PM

Saber snorted in disgust. He reached down and grabbed his master by the collar and hoisted him to his feet effortlessly.

"Stand, mage. Do not be such a sycophant. You owe this... man... no fealty." Saber clicked his tongue, and turned his cold, golden gaze toward the wizend old man.

"Enough posturing. Speak your piece, that we may get on with this. I have someone to find."

Elyrin
February 11th, 2012, 01:48 PM
@Neir and BD

The old man quietly chuckled at your display. He had a dangerous-sounding laugh, one that came from many years of plans and plots. Of course, one of you had an idea of what this magus was capable of, but the young master was not so lucky...

"Searching for someone, hmm? You seem to know who I am, so if you're willing to trespass on a Magus' land just for a 'maybe', it must be an important person indeed. If you are willing to accept assistance in your efforts, I'm sure we could come to some sort of agreement. Please, step inside. Standing for so long is hard on an old man's bones."

Elyrin
February 11th, 2012, 07:28 PM
@Team Airen
4:30 PM

After spending the day mapping the city, the two of you returned to your base. You hadn't run into anyone during the day, but you did manage to get an excellent feel for the town. No doubt the other teams in the war had already done the same thing, or would soon, but it was still important inforation to know. Knowledge of the best restaurants was only a bonus.

It wasn't until after you had started to settle down when you noticed something was very, very wrong. When you returned, the bounded field you had set around the house that morning was definitely intact. Now, it was not. Even worse, you didn't notice the bounded field dissipating, only realizing what had happened after the fact. There could be no mistake. Your base was under attack, most likely by-

Suddenly Lancer grabbed you by the collar and pulled, jerking you forward. The sudden motion was painful, but you had a feeling it would be preferable to the clawed hand that cut through the air where your head was only a moment before. Lancer swung his spear at the offending arm, but cut through only air. Assassin.

You immediately returned to your feeting, instincts telling you to defend yourself, but you knew it would be useless. Even against the weakest of Servants, a mere magus like you was worthless. Besides, you had summoned a Knight class servant. With the advantage of surprise gone, Assassin would likely be crushed or forced to retreat in short order. Indeed, he was immediately forced on the defensive, falling back as Lancer pressed forward. You first decided to stayand watch, but that plan was ruined almost immediately as Assassin raised a clawed hand in your direction.

Leaping back on instinct, you were able to avoid the worst of the blast of wind that simply appeared, but you were not as lucky when a strange spell impacted against your chest. The two attacks combined were enough to knock you off your feet, and when you returned to a standing position, you found your vision darkened considerably. Before you had a chance to counteract the enchantment, a large thing you could not identify entered your field of vision, and another blast of wind sent you flying into the wall.

No good. There was no room left to dodge inside, so you had to retreat. The third blast of wind was actually beneficial, pushing you through the doorway as you turned to run. Lancer could deal with Assassin and come help you, if necessary. You ran to the door, knocking it down with one of your spells rather than risk stopping to open it, and found yourself outside. With the sun still up, you could see a bit better, and you had more room to maneuver in case of another attack.

However, no attack came. Whatever Assassin had been attacking you with either would not or could not follow you outside. You sighed in relief, but remained vigilant as your magic circuits worked to undo the curse blocking most of your vision. It took hardly a minute, and when you looked back to the house, someone new had appeared.

A tall man dressed in white Arab garb, his face hidden from you. Was this the person - or thing - that had attacked you?

"Hello, magus. Consider yourself lucky I have given you a chance to prepare yourself." The man talked quietly, and with a heavy accent. It was both a greeting and a threat, and you were prepared when the man waved his right arm, sending another wave of hot wind in your direction--!

Blackdeath6031
February 12th, 2012, 07:45 PM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

Looking at the warrior with an uneasy, unsure and worried expression, I slowly straighten myself.
Would...would he agree on entering, now that I had brought things this far?

"Sorry..." I whisper to him, looking for a response before slowly starting to follow the old man.
Indeed. The warrior knows this man, and had already forewarned me of how dangerous he is. I had taken the wrong path, but I can no longer escape beyond this...

However, perhaps entering the depths of enemy territory, especially of an enemy I don't know about; might it truly be wise?
True, despite being a part of his plans, if he can assist in finding her, it may prove to be very helpful...
But what is the extent of his abilities? How much can he help?

Entering this 'deal' which I know not the catch of...Is entering the Lion's Den to find out really the right choice?
...Wait, he knew about 'Servants', and he had told the boy's sister that we were here...why? Something seems off, no matter how one looks at it...

"Sorry, master of the Matou. I cannot ask for additional help. This task is asked of me by my Servant. I apologise for having trespassed, but I cannot request for others to assist me on this search. If you wish for me to, I am willing to remove the charms I have placed in your property, though."

Glancing at the warrior for a moment, I look back at the man with a light bow from where I stand. Does he allow me to keep them there, or does he have me take it off?

Katie
February 12th, 2012, 08:10 PM
Knight
11:06 AM

WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE DEMONS EVERYWHERE MAN.

DEAR LORD THERE ARE DEMONS LURKING IN THE SHADOWS AND MY HAT AND THAT CHICK'S SKIRT DEAR LORD HOW WOULD IT BE FOR THE GUY WHO FUCKED HER

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THESE DEMONS

I MANIFEST A FUCKING HOCKEY STICK AND HIT THE FENCE. IT HAS GODDAMN DEMONS IN IT. FUCKING EVIL BASTARDS, CORRUPTING VIRGINS AND SHIT. FUCK THE DEMONS MAN, FUCK THE DEMONS.

THANK GOD MY MASTER DOESN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING DEMONS ON HIM, THAT WOULD BE FUCKING TERRIBLE.

I HIT MORE SHIT WITH THE GODDAMN HOCKEY STICK. IT GETS RID OF THE DEMONS. THANK THE FUCKING LORD.

FUCK THIS SHIT. FUCK IT TO THE NINE HEAVENS.

OKAY I GIVE UP ON SMACKING ALL THESE DEMONS, THESE PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M FUCKING PSYCHO.

THEY'RE PSYCHO FOR NOT SEEING THE DAMN DEMONS.

--------------------------------------------------------

3:03 PM

And now I managed to escape from the cops with my Master. Good thing I calmed down enough to hide my presence and mindwipe them.

Oh, and the witnesses too. At least we were on the path to the church, where there weren't that many people.

Fucking Christ, I did not want to go to the asylum again. Fuck therapists, they ask me too many questions about the Fifth Heaven's Feel. Stupid ass magical therapists.

Right, calm, calm...

"...Sorry, Master. You gotta roll with the flow, and shit. Speaking of which, we're here at our destination, the Matou house."

It's pretty easy to tell someone beat us to this....

"Master, I have Vitrification on, so there's no way the opposing Servant can detect me. On the other hand, they know you're here..."

Time to defeat Zouken and eliminate a terrifying variable.

"Oh, right, Master. I'm doing this the really blatant way, so excuse me for doing so."

I charge straight into the wall of the Matou house, like the Kool-Aid man.

I clear it easily.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

Ah, right, enough of my silly indulgences. I see seaweed head, and he runs and screams like a little girl. How tragic.

It's now when I realize something.

There is another Servant in the house. Oh Lord...

Using the mental link, I chat with my Master.

There's another Servant, probably in the basement. It's risky for you to follow, but if you really believe you are ready, feel free to do so. Prepare defensive spells, even if you don't plan on going in.

As I head towards the basement, I remember how easy it was when Saber blew it up.

SeiKeo
February 12th, 2012, 09:04 PM
Rider
6:20 PM


"... I agree to your offer. Rider, get his spear, please."

Not that he would show it, but Rider was slightly disappointed. It seemed to him that it would be better to press this advantage when they possessed it, perhaps attempt to extract concessions from Caster. But, he accepted that he didn't know as much about the conflict as his Master did: most likely, she had some kind of special bearing on the situation that he did not.

He flourished the red spear, bringing it before him. "I suppose it would be too much for me to hope for you to concede some kind of defeat here. I would not either. Shall we do battle on even ground next time? No traps, no trickery, just us on a field."

With that offer, Rider casually threw the spear in an arc, letting it fly high into the air, aimed to land at the spot Caster had pointed out.

Elyrin
February 12th, 2012, 09:12 PM
@Team Faker

Matou Zouken raises an eyebrow at your answer. He shakes his head slightly, almost seeming to smile, and opens his mouth to speak again--

A crash, coming from the back of the house. It's quickly follow by what sounds like a high-pitched scream. Something strange seems to be going on, and you are not the only one to notice.

"Unexpected." Matou Zouken shakes his head again, and frowns. "It seems I am under attack. You two were the distraction, then? Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. If you have come to kill me, feel free. If not, I would like to request assistance. Help my Servant drive off this attacker, and you will have my gratitude, as well as my help with your search. I am willing to negotiate on the specifics, but there is no time for that now."


@KT

You only have a chance to take one step forwards before being interrupted. Something you cannot see cuts through the air towards your head, and you are only able to dodge thanks to your enhanced perceptions. The attack leaves quite a nasty cut on your cheek, but it's nothing a Heroic spirit can't handle.

A quick glance confirms that you have been attacked by... nothing. There is no servant or magus standing before you. However, focusing allows you to pick up their presence. Whoever or whatever it is, it stands on the other side of the room, in or around the doorway. There has been no second attack quite yet.

Mormarth
February 12th, 2012, 09:24 PM
Jack
11:06 AM

I watch in horror as my once thought to be of mildly sound mind Servant unveiled his true colors and began rampaging about wildly, attacking walls, chasing after terrified young women, and generally being a public menace, as well as a complete and total LUNATIC. I walk several dozen meters behind him, generally trying to lessen the damage, and occasionally calling out to him to stave off the flow of madness.

I truly, truly, loathe my "benefactor". I suppose I'll have to "fix" this mad dog later. How truly, truly annoying, and I thought today would be a good day. But, I suppose not. Here's hoping we didn't draw too much attention... Oh, who am I kidding. We just sent up a signal flare.

So, I trail sliently behind my insane Servant, trying to curtail the damage as we slowly make our way to the Western-style housing.

3:03 PM

I run forward, yelling out one last, "STOP YOU DERPING FOOL!" Before my rampaging Servant crashes into the Matou house, my heart sinks to the nineteenth circle of Hell, if Enforcers weren't aware of our presence before, they most certainly are now. I suppose I'll have to get my Servant out of this mess, and deal with the fallout later. For now, it appears we are in the midst of an assault on a Magus' land.

How delightful. All we need now is for a fecking leech to turn up, then I'll be having the time of my little old life. Berserker, evidently calmed from his insanity somewhat, contacts me mentally,
There's another Servant, probably in the basement. It's risky for you to follow, but if you really believe you are ready, feel free to do so. Prepare defensive spells, even if you don't plan on going in.I signal back, WHY THE FRACK DID YOU DO THIS?! WE'VE JUST SENT UP A GORRAM SIGNAL FLARE THAT SAYS: "LOOK! SERVANT AND MASTER RIGHT HERE!" IN BRIGHT NEON LIGHTS. But, I suppose we shall discuss this later. For now, we must deal with this... Situation.

Ending the link, I jog forwards slightly, activating my family's magecraft while I do so, while Berserker may be most foolish, this was likely a wise course of action. I creep around the property, attempting stealth.

Hopefully, I won't have to run for my life!

Katie
February 12th, 2012, 09:36 PM
Knight
3:03


WHY THE FRACK DID YOU DO THIS?! WE'VE JUST SENT UP A GORRAM SIGNAL FLARE THAT SAYS: "LOOK! SERVANT AND MASTER RIGHT HERE!" IN BRIGHT NEON LIGHTS. But, I suppose we shall discuss this later. For now, we must deal with this... Situation.


No Command Seal? At any rate... I'm sorry, Master. But... You're right, we have more pressing matters.

I must remain calm against this assailant. What I can tell is that they possess some rather weak strength... But that tells me nothing. If this is like a normal Grail War, I'd say it was Assassin... But it isn't a normal war. Not at all.

So I speak.

"...Of course, you are angry at me. I have charged into your Master's home and drastically wrecked a wall. But, honestly, do you like being a Servant, controlled by a man made of phallic worms? Does that have pride? Does that have dignity? But if you don't care about that, or your freedom..."

I pause, and try to find my assailant. No luck...

"I will fight. But, at least, show yourself, would you? After all, I have nothing to hide."

I manifest a pistol in one hand and a hockey stick in another.

If only I could use my ---------------...

Elyrin
February 12th, 2012, 11:26 PM
@Leo

Caster grinned again as he heard your Master's agreement, and your own offer. "Of course. A fight like that is what I'm here for, after all. You're welcome to come back and try me any time!"

As the spear sails through the air, he quickly leaps down the steps to catch it, keeping an eye on the two of you all the while. Deftly snatching the red lance out of the air, he quickly draws another runes, and the flames around you quickly die down. "Ah, you had better make the fight worth it, though. I don't think my Master will be in a good mood after this screwup."

@KT

The presence remains still for a few seconds, and you almost think 'it' will not answer. But it does.

"No thanks. I have no reason to listen to someone like you." Definitely a male voice, and he sounds fairly young. He speaks quietly, but with enough force for you to tell your strategy of diplomacy isn't going to work. "You appear out of nowhere, knock down a wall, and expect me to listen when you talk about freedom? You know nothing about me or what I fight for."

With that, the presence suddenly moves, striking at you again! Your instincts are enough to gauge his presence and the feel of the wind, but he seems to be faster than you, and you again suffer a minor wound as the invisible weapon bites into your side. You still can't see him, but with a general feel for where his weapon is, you might have a chance to strike-!

Blackdeath6031
February 13th, 2012, 02:09 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

Wha....?

I am left clueless as I look at the source of the explosion, glancing with my mouth agape.

"If it is fine with you, master of the Matou, allow me to see what this attack is about. I'll keep my neutral stance for now."

Looking at my partner, I jerk my head toward the hole.
"Warrior, vanish for now, then lets head over. We should gauge our situation before acting." Saying simply that, I pace toward the explosion.

If this 'Zouken' is correct, there should be another pair of contestants to this silly game...

... ... ... No. But I can't be certain yet.

Brynhilde
February 13th, 2012, 04:49 AM
Brynhilde
6:20 PM

Sensing my Servant's reluctance through our mind link, I sighed inwardly.

Though it looked like we held the bargain chip, I had no doubt that had we refused this, he could well have killed us - ok, maybe not us, but me certainly. Moreover, like I thought, he could have severely injured us and retrieved his weapon himself, yet he chose not to do so. That definitely says something about him as a man.

"I thank you for keeping your side of the bargain, Castor." I put an emphasis on the last word, a wry smile on my lips. "I would hazard a guess that you weren't exactly made for a Castor, no? Therefore, I'd be more than willing to let two such gallant warriors fight a fair battle the next time we meet - unless your Master might be feeling a little sour?"

Neir
February 14th, 2012, 11:07 AM
Saber
Matou house
3 PM

Saber closed his eyes, and sighed.

"As you wish, Master. But do not expect another Master to be friendly."

So saying, he vanished from sight, awaiting his next command.

Blackdeath6031
February 15th, 2012, 06:43 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

"Indeed. I don't expect them to be either," I lower my head. I cannot deny what the warrior said, definitely. "But if we can have one less problem to deal with, I'd rather take that chance. Of course, I'm certain we can't take things on that stance all the time, no?"
I glance at my now ethereal partner and smile before cautiously - though still taking the shortest possible route - walking toward the hole, keeping my ears peeled for sounds of motion. Should I notice anything of the sort besides the commotion inside, I should stop and prepare for the worst...

Elyrin
February 15th, 2012, 11:46 PM
@Morm

Hearing voices coming from the front of the house, you silently creep forward. You catch a set of footsteps making their way inside the house, but the sounds are quickly muffled. By the time you reach the corner, there is only silence. You definitely heard more than one voice speaking, but only one set of footsteps leaving. Were the others taking part in conversation simply quiet in taking their leave, or do they still remain? There is only one way to find out.

You peek around the corner and see no one. You take a cautious step around the corner, and still see no one. You take one more careful step, and an old, strained voice reaches your ears.

"Hmm, so you decide to come to the front door after your Servant breaks into my home? Not the path I would have taken, but I suppose it has its merits." A third step forward reveals a man who definitely fits the voice. Short, wrinkled, and if you didn't know better, you would say he seemed to be falling apart. "Now, should I assume you aren't interested in diplomacy?"

Mormarth
February 16th, 2012, 12:09 AM
Jack
3:03 PM

​I emerged from the corner to be confronted by the apparent master of the house, he was old, stooped, wrinkled, and generally looking like some kind of weird zombie thing. But, what was most prevalent of all was that feeling the feeling when blood is sliding down the walls and children are dead in the streets and there's so much blood that all you can do is scream and pray and you lose your fucking mind.

Yes, it was that feeling. From the moment I felt his presence, my hackles were raised, I wanted to hurt this man, to make him suffer as I have suffered. But, I settled for glaring sullenly at the apparent magus, and saying nothing. I shifted my balance slightly, preparing for a fight, and in the back of my head, became slightly less angry at Berserker. Given the fact that Berserker had engaged an enemy Servant, and this man was the master of the house, that meant he was my enemy.

"I do apologize for the unscheduled visit, my Servant is quite rash, but it appears that we must do battle now." I spoke as buried courteousness twitched in it's slumber. "Also, you are a being that sucks the blood of others, yes? A leech?"

I prowled back and forth slightly, and smelled the very blood staining his dead flesh. That was my answer, I would kill this man.

I stopped, tensed slightly, and added, "Leeches, are meant to be squashed like the filth they are, sir."

And I leaped to the attack.

Elyrin
February 16th, 2012, 12:54 AM
@Bryn

The blue-haired man shook his head, waving off your comment on his still unseen Master. "Not a problem. She'll probably be a bit annoyed when she gets out here, but it won't be anything I can't handle. Now, lass, you--" Suddenly, Caster stopped and glanced over his shoulder. What...?

"Ah, there she is. You two might should probably get going. I like to say I always keep my promises, but I can't exactly ignore a direct order."


@Morm

The distance was short. You would reach the man easily with just two steps.

As soon as you leaped forward to strike, the old man pounded his cane on the ground. You stumbled as you landed, the power from your reinforcement fading almost instantly, but you pressed on. It took only another moment to reapply your spell, and your second step put you in range. Before the man could react a second time, one punch removed his head from his shoulders.

However, that seemed to do little to slow him down. His cane struck again, with almost enough force to crush your foot, and your strength began to drain again. Reacting quickly, you simply kicked the withered old "man" without bothering to reinforce yourself a third time. He flew several feet before rolling to a stop, and starting struggling to his feet. Already, his head seemed to be partially regrown.

You had been right about the smell of blood, it seemed.

Mormarth
February 16th, 2012, 01:21 AM
Jack
3:03 PM

I retreated a few steps to re-assess the situation, that cane was doing something to disrupt my reinforcement, it was the key, I'd have to remove it from him to proceed further in my attack, close-range ended in his swift counterattack.

So, I'd keep a bit of distance, bide my time, and attempt to use my wind to remove it from the equation, if that was unsuccessful, I'd use the wind as a distraction and try to get the cane away from the leech. My lip curled slightly in disgust, who knew I'd find one here? With my luck, I'd run into another one this evening.

So, with that thought, I prowled towards him again, keeping my distance, and used my wind to throw him off, or throw his arm off, either one was acceptable. I'd prefer it if the former happened, however, and then, I would try to land a decisive blow.

Here goes nothing!

Brynhilde
February 17th, 2012, 10:15 PM
Brynhilde
6:25 PM

I narrowed my eyes, well aware of what the Servant was getting at.

"... I see, Servant Caster."

Turning to my Servant, hoping he was not still upset over my decisions, I gave him a faint smile.

"Shall we get going... then?"

Elyrin
February 17th, 2012, 10:16 PM
@Morm

As you fall back to a hopefully safe distance, the broken shell of a man that stands before you returns to a stable standing position. After a few words from you, a blast of wind cuts through the air, aimed to cut the vampire in half-!

Unfortunately, it was not to be. For the third time his cane struck against the ground, and for the third time your spell faded out of existence. It seemed the old man, if he could still be called such, was a bad opponent for someone with your abilities.

"Hehehehe. I don't know who you are, magus, but you have made a grave mistake." He laughs at you again, punctuated by a slamming sound immediately behind you. The door was shut, you most likely locked. You were stuck inside the workshop of an old magus, quite likely with no backup from your over-eager Servant. This would be a difficult position to get yourself out of, no doubt.

SeiKeo
February 17th, 2012, 10:17 PM
Rider
6:25 PM

"Best not to stay, yes." Nodding to Caster, Rider began to retreat with his Master.

Mormarth
February 17th, 2012, 11:52 PM
Jack
3:03 PM

I glared at that stupid cane, that cane, that cane is an eyesore, disappear. Unfortunately, the universe does not acquiesce to my demands, and the leech laughs at me, the fuckhead. I stare at him stonily, and ponder my next move.

My magecraft has little effect against that cane, and he can dispel my Enhancement with that cane as well. For a moment, I pause and curse my lacking of a formal magus education, all I have is my wind and my family's art. My initial assessment of our "assault" was to gather some intelligence, and then retreat, but my anger got in the way. I'd gotten into a bad situation, the odds were against me, and I couldn't fight this abomination as the situation is now.

So, taking this into consideration, the best course of action would be to distract the vampire, and live to fight another day, I'm getting a bad feeling about this fight.

Applying a slight mental effort, I contact Berserker, The situation's gone foul, I'm in a bad spot and it's time to bail out while we still have our heads.

I tense, readying myself for the final charge, and then the tactical withdrawal, and then, I leap!

God, I hope I can get out of this mess with my life.

Katie
February 18th, 2012, 06:22 PM
@KT

The presence remains still for a few seconds, and you almost think 'it' will not answer. But it does.

"No thanks. I have no reason to listen to someone like you." Definitely a male voice, and he sounds fairly young. He speaks quietly, but with enough force for you to tell your strategy of diplomacy isn't going to work. "You appear out of nowhere, knock down a wall, and expect me to listen when you talk about freedom? You know nothing about me or what I fight for."

With that, the presence suddenly moves, striking at you again! Your instincts are enough to gauge his presence and the feel of the wind, but he seems to be faster than you, and you again suffer a minor wound as the invisible weapon bites into your side. You still can't see him, but with a general feel for where his weapon is, you might have a chance to strike-!

Knight
3:03

I failed my diplomacy check. Guess it's up for violence...

I throw the hockey stick at his general direction, and let loose with an entire clip of lead. Even if he's faster than me, he can't possibly block all that-!


The situation's gone foul, I'm in a bad spot and it's time to bail out while we still have our heads.

...Oh, looks like Jack has gotten his shit in a twist. Damn, how do I...

Actually, fuck it, I'mma ditch. There are two Servants, and God only knows if they're friendly. If Mr. Dickworms gets my leash, it'll suck, but hey, I don't particularly give a shit about my Master. As long as my goal's done. That requires me living, so...

Reinforcing myself, I decide to bounce and make sure to put in some distance.

Elyrin
February 19th, 2012, 12:15 AM
@KT

As the invisible Servant before you pulls back his weapon - a spear of some sort, it seems - you retaliate. With a thud, the thrown hockey stick bounces off midair, so that at least seems to be successful. The gun in your other hand is less effective. One bullet strikes true, while the rest either miss or are deflected. Of course, the attacks have given you the chance to fall back, and you should be able to turn and escape through the hole you left in the wall. Whether the Servant will allow that is another story.

...a problem has arrived. A second Servant has appeared in the doorway, identity unknown. Most likely an enemy. What do you do?

@Team Faker

You're up~


@Morm

You charge. There is no other option available to you. You face an old and no doubt powerful magus, and in his own home. He obviously has the ability to nullify your spells, even Reinforcement. Your first priority is to distract the old vampire, so you can get a chance to retreat.

One step covers more that three-quarters of the distance between the two of you. Of course, the magus is ready. Your wind attacks are completely harmless to him, he can shut down your Reinforcement with ease, and unreinforced attacks are not enough to kill him. Why change a winning strategy? Of course, you remain unworried as the cane strikes the ground yet again. You are close enough now that you can simply take one more step, and removes the vampire's head a second time--!

...but the second step never comes. When your foot hits the ground, it sticks there, and your other foot quickly joins it. One foot extended, almost to the magus, the other behind you. You are stuck, and the worm in front of you merely laughs again.

If only you could move, you would be able to attack. One hit is all it would take to shut up that horrible, wheezing laughter, but you can't bring yourself to even move forward. The spell put on your body is one beyond your level of skill to break.

Luckily for you, skill isn't quite everything. You do not have the ability to escape this spell, but you may have the power. Every one of your magic circuits fire, hitting their maximum output for less than a second, but it's more than enough. The spell shatters, and you pour the excess energy into the only attack you need to make. The magus tries to move out of the way, but he doesn't throw your aim off by even an inch. Almost his entire upper body is destroyed, reduced to slimy chunks splattering the walls, and that damned staff is left embedded in a grandfather clock at the end of the hallway. Now is your time to escape.

Unfortunately, the creature before you has one last trick up his sleeve. Before you can pull back your arm, many small things burst out of the remains that stand before you. No, that can't be right. It would be more accurate to say those things are the man's lower body. Worms, in the shape of... what?

Immediately, your arm goes cold and numb, and the magical energy that was present moments ago vanishes. You shake the worms off with what little strength you can muster, stomping on one that lands right beside your foot, but they all simply leap towards you again. You have no idea what exactly they will do, but the spell affecting your arm is far worse than anything the vampire's cane has done to you. It's time to get out.

Satehi
February 19th, 2012, 01:50 AM
Satehi
8:21 AM
Tohsaka House

Contracting and cooperating with a magus...?

That was...

That was simply...

Unacceptable, was what he wanted to say, but in this kind of situation he was in right now… he didn’t have much of a choice. Although he absolutely detested the thought of cooperating with a magus, if this meant that there was a chance that he could obtain the grail, then there really wasn’t much he wasn’t willing to do, honestly. Even if it meant working with one of their kind, people like that man. The thought of working with those kinds of people was sickening to him.

Still, this whole thing wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for Archer.

“Fine, I’ll… I’ll accept your terms. I don’t really have any questions about the contract at the moment. What about you?” He said, gesturing towards Archer. She seemed decently knowledgeable about the magical side of things.

Blackdeath6031
February 19th, 2012, 02:54 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

...Invisible enemy?!
... ...

"Warrior," I mumble quietly to 'nothing'. "Its rather obvious that this one's against an invisible opponent. How likely would it be to take down that sneaky one if you were to join the fight?" I pause to think.

"Though, knowing the current situation I won't be surprised if its opponent is hostile as well..." I look next to me, where I guessed my partner was. "I know you said earlier that you do whatever it takes to win, but I have to admit this strategy is cowardly. Nonetheless, it may be the best option we have for now, unless you have another idea."

I pause again to continue my train of thought in silence. No normally dressed people in this room, so...
"I'm suspecting that that servant is sided with Zouken, so perhaps I might try my luck with him...It appears his enemy's partner is absent too."

Its an ugly plan, for sure. If fact, chances of winning is almost zero. But if that's their servant, getting rid of them here and now may well be a very good thing to do.

I wait for Neir's answer. If he declines or admits the scale of its risk, I'd have to think up something else.

Maybe complying with Zouken may have been a smarter choice. No decisions have been made at this stage, so there should be a chance to do either...

zlol365
February 20th, 2012, 04:49 AM
Lancer
Kotomine Church
6pm

"Oi, Oi........."

The knight sat down in the basement had been left in the basement to do nothing... except maybe fiddle around with his lance and stare blankly at the surroundings. The old priest did not come down, not even once. Worse, his pretty daughter too did not come down after that encounter. Though, somehow, he felt slightly left out.

He wanted to challenge someone for the fun of it.

thus, the knight had spent quite sometime reliving past glories till he decided he was bored and now was trying to get the priest's attention. He did not like the surroundings here either. He did not like it... something just told him he would not like the place, and that was that.

Elyrin
February 20th, 2012, 05:03 AM
@zlol
6:30 PM

Unfortunately, your hopes went unanswered for another half hour. The basement of the church remained as silent and uninteresting as ever, until the sudden noise of footsteps coming down the stairs caught your attention. Moments later, the door to your room opened, and Kotomine Kirei entered. He seemed to be in even worse a mood than he was at your summoning, if such a thing were possible.

"Lancer. It is a bit early for my tastes, but it is time to go scouting. We are to leave immediately, and head to Ryuudou Temple as quickly as we can manage. You will remain in spirit form until I give the word, and remain a safe distance away from me at all times. Understood?"

zlol365
February 20th, 2012, 05:06 AM
@zlol
6:30 PM

Unfortunately, your hopes went unanswered for another half hour. The basement of the church remained as silent and uninteresting as ever, until the sudden noise of footsteps coming down the stairs caught your attention. Moments later, the door to your room opened, and Kotomine Kirei entered. He seemed to be in even worse a mood than he was at your summoning, if such a thing were possible.

"Lancer. It is a bit early for my tastes, but it is time to go scouting. We are to leave immediately, and head to Ryuudou Temple as quickly as we can manage. You will remain in spirit form until I give the word, and remain a safe distance away from me at all times. Understood?"

Lancer
Kotomine Church

"Very Well, I will leave it to you to settle whatever you feel you can settle."

The only response that Lancer could manage. He had no interest in what that priest wanted to do, neither would he bother. If the priest wanted him to stay in his spirit form, then so be it. He doubted that there would be a servant for him to challenge anyway... Scouting. Who would run into a servant during a scouting trip?

The knight then 'vanished' and had assumed his spirit form, ready to follow the priest at any moment.

Elyrin
February 20th, 2012, 05:20 AM
@zlol
6:40 PM

The priest makes the trip across town in record time. Following a distance behind him in spirit form, you find him making you almost nervous. On foot, he has reached a level a speed no mere human could hope to match. Of course, he is definitely no match for you, but the fact he could even be compared to a Servant is unsettling, to say the least. Just before arriving at the temple, his voice reaches out to you across your mental link.

I will ascend the steps to the temple alone. Investigate the area near the bottom of the stairs, and look for any signs of another Servant. You are free to follow any you can find, and do battle if you catch up to another Servant, but kill only if absolutely necessary.

zlol365
February 20th, 2012, 05:33 AM
I will ascend the steps to the temple alone. Investigate the area near the bottom of the stairs, and look for any signs of another Servant. You are free to follow any you can find, and do battle if you catch up to another Servant, but kill only if absolutely necessary.

Lancer
6.40pm
Ryuudou Temple

"I got it."

A simple enough answer from the Knight in his spirit form as he materialized. Though his expressions did not betray anything, his heart, was truly beating with excitement. His first battle.......

Even if he never killed anyone, the thrill of fighting would be good enough.

And he closed his eyes as Kotomien went up, seeking his possible opponent... and immediately, he felt it! A presence of one servant! He smiled devilishly as he proceeded to make a move in that direction.

Lancer
???? Park?
6.42pm

It was a disappointment. He had trailed according to the instinct, only to find a girl. Well, the knight had not noticed the thing that would confirm the lady to be a master, however... he decided.

Then I will force her servant out!

He immediately jumped out into the lady's path, as though to obstruct it and greeted, "Well, well. What do we have here......? A pretty lady. A Master perhaps?"

From there, he would await the response of his opponent.

Ace
February 20th, 2012, 05:49 PM
Archer
8:21 AM
Tohsaka House

Well, it looked like they were going to make it out of this situation. A contract might be annoying but it was better than dying, she supposed. Her master seemed to accept the deal although a bit begrudgingly. She was no magus and only knew a few facts about contracts between magi.

"Yeah this deal is fine with me," Archer answered. "I have a question though, how could you define 'harm' exactly? Would indirect harm count?"

Archer didn't plan on trying to find a loophole in their contract but she couldn't be too sure the magus wouldn't try something.

Neir
February 20th, 2012, 08:37 PM
Saber
Matou House
3 PM

I could fight this invisible Servant. It is most likely of the Assassin class. If you side with the old man, you will certainly be betrayed. Aiding an unknown could be just as bad. Make your decision. And you'd best do it NOW.

Mormarth
February 20th, 2012, 08:39 PM
Jack
3:03 PM

I grin in triumph as my fist lands solidly on the abomination's body, and the entire top half is obliterated, sending that god-forsaken cane spiraling across the room. What I do not expect is for worms to come shooting out of the body, they're shaped strangely, kinda like a... ew.

Ewwwwww.

Freakin vampires, coming up with new and more disgusting ways to extend life. I shake one off, and stomp on it, the body crunching under my boot. But, the others simply keep coming, so, taking the wise, (and less likely to kill me, given that I can't feel my arm) way out, I continue with my previous venture of running away advancing in an opposite direction, for it is not running away if I have not lost, see?

So, I advance quickly away from the worms, and the vampire whom houses them. I most certainly did not flee like a little girl, I can always come back for another go, a-and it's more tactical viable not to attack an enemy at his home base.

Blackdeath6031
February 20th, 2012, 10:49 PM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

Sigh...

"Fine. Face that 'Assassin'. Offer to assist the unknown, but it shouldn't matter if they decline - free-for-alls shouldn't be too much worse than a 2on1. But escape if things get sour. While it'd be good to get rid of the servant, its not our priority."

I pause and look around.
"Something's telling me that Zouken's not the only problem here. I'm gonna have a look around the mansion. 'That fine then?"

Airen
February 22nd, 2012, 07:16 PM
"Hello, magus. Consider yourself lucky I have given you a chance to prepare yourself." The man talked quietly, and with a heavy accent. It was both a greeting and a threat, and you were prepared when the man waved his right arm, sending another wave of hot wind in your direction--!

"Pulse."

My hand outstretched towards my opponent as the wave of air approached, I couldn't help but grin slightly as a cold burst of air shot out from around my arm, a hammer of air that countered my opponent's spell in a simple, but undeniably effective manner. Even if I wasn't a magus who specialized in wind magecraft, I was still an Enforcer, and while my opponent was likely not aware of this status, it was unwise for him to continue to use the same attack on me, over and over, as if he believed that I was incapable of learning anything from his repeated attacks.

Yes, wind magus or not, with his current reliance on a single spell, he was just asking to be struck with some sort of counter assault...!

My feet moving out of an instinct forged from battle, I quickly traced out the rune of travel, 'Raidho,' with the bottoms of my shoes, prana still shooting throughout my circuits with a speed granted by adrenaline.

I had to make a choice here, either capture my opponent, and use him as a bargaining chip against Assassin, or kill him, and let Lancer end things the old fashioned way, the way a war was meant to be fought.

...

I'd rather avoid killing my enemies if I could, but capturing a magus, even if I had been trained to do just do that, was still quite a complicated task. In my case, physical contact with my opponent was necessary if I were to use 'Circuit Shock' to disrupt the flow of prana throughout their body.

...It was going to be a pain, but this man would likely be more useful alive than he would be if he was dead, so I suppose I should at least attempt to capture him.

And if that was going to happen in an efficient manner, I needed to create an opening in which I was free to move, and he was not.

"Azure sterne."

Keeping my arm held out towards my opponent, the violent winds that had resulted from our crashing spells shooting off to the sides of us both, I focused on the image of an exploding firework, and sent a small blue sphere of energy to hover by opponent.

It wouldn't be too big of an explosion, but this spell, something I affectionately referred to as Starmine because I had based it off the technique of someone I had met once, should force the man to do something besides hurl air at me when it exploded.

"I hope you can dodge."

And then, eyes glancing towards the house in an attempt to gauge how Lancer was doing, I snapped my fingers, which was, and always had been, the trigger for the spell's small explosion, simply because I found it to be a rather amusing way to finish such a spell.

Still, I doubted that this would finish my opponent, or even hit him at all, it was simply a way to distract him as I moved to close the distance...!

Elyrin
February 22nd, 2012, 07:52 PM
@Airen

The two wind spells collide, pushing against each other for just a moment before breaking and fading away into your surroundings. The tall man seems unimpressed, merely crossing his arms and remaining in place as you prepare your next spell. After you make the last stroke of your rune and the spell activates, wind begins to swirl around his body, kicking up the ends of his robes. He remains unconcerned as you prepare Starmine, the winds around him simply increasing in speed. Defensive spell or offensive spell, you can't be sure.


"I hope you can dodge."

With a snap of your fingers, Starmine bursts. The explosion is not large, but stil more than enough to hurt those caught at close range.

The tall man laughs as the explosion is directed away from him by yet more whipping winds. He doesn't seem to have many tricks, but then again, he doesn't appear to need them. "Do not expect to hurt me with such trifling magics. My secrets are far older and more powerful than any illusion you could bring forth."

Without a word, movement, or other hint of preparation, you are struck from behind by what feels like a sledgehammer. When you stagger forward in pain, only barely staying on your feet, he charges forward. The street below him is blasted apart as the swirling winds propel him forward, accompanied by a twisting spear aimed to pierce your heart!

Airen
February 22nd, 2012, 08:57 PM
Airen
Oh my, it appears the end is approaching Outside Haunted Mansion

Staggering forward from the unexpected attack to my back, I can't help but curse loudly at the sudden pain, my thoughts leaping into overdrive as I quickly realize that I should have taken this man a bit more seriously from the very beginning, no, there was never a reason I shouldn't have taken him seriously, Enforcer or not, such overwhelming thoughts of confidence had simply been misguided arrogance on my part.

Hearing the street shatter beneath the force of some sort of spell, I realize with yet another jolt that the attack wasn't quite over yet.

Yes, this man who had simply been using a wave of air before, was charging me now with a spear of twisted air, an attack that was clearly meant to end my life.

My body was hurt, and the commands to my rune enhanced leg muscles, muscles that would have normally ensured my escape, weren't going through as quickly as I wanted them too...

For you see, even this sort of delayed reaction promised death from this spear, as the danger lay not just in the fact that it was perfectly capable of piercing my chest, but that, as it was likely a sort of vacuum blade, the winds of the spear could pull me into it, even if I managed to dodge it in the usual sense.

No, I couldn't just leap for it, a certain amount of distance had to be achieved in order for my safety to be ensured, and I couldn't just leap immediately even if I had been able too, because the man would just steer the attack back into my chest.

So a balance of timing and force was necessary for my survival, a combination of tactics and luck would be what made dodging this attack possible.

If this failed... Well, I might be able to survive being cut up by the spear, but a direct impalement was definitely something that would kill me, even if my family crest acted as a form of Life Support.

...There was no more time for thought, as I watched him near me in what seemed to be slow motion, I threw myself to the side with the slight delay forced by both pain, and tactics, the palm of my right hand angled purposefully towards the ground as I moved to avoid the direct impalement.

The winds of the spear began to pull at my jacket, just as I had expected it too...

Man this wasn't the greatest plan ever, but-

"Pulse."

Heaven or hell.

Let's Rock.

I shot the ground with the air hammer I had used to counter the man's earlier spell, essentially hitting myself with it, just for the sole purpose of knocking myself out of the spear's extended rage.

And, while it forced me into a sort of pseudo-flip, my hurt back still throbbing from the sledgehammer like blow it had taken earlier, I still managed to escape the weakened outer portion of the spear's vacuum, and somehow land on my feet with a painfully brief, rune enhanced run to regain my balance, muttering dozens of curses under my breath before I turned back towards him, and began the chant for Razor Gale, my words seeming to blur together as I began to speak the chant at an insane pace, needing some way to interrupt him if he tried that charge again.

Heh, for a magus to force an Enforcer into a desperate state.

Well played enemy Master, well play-

Fuck! My freaking back!

No, ignore it, I can complain about it later...

Elyrin
February 22nd, 2012, 10:24 PM
@Airen

The spear strikes. You move. The impact of the spell jars your arm and sends pain arcing across your back, but it works. You avoid the spear almost completely, the outer edge of the spell only messing up your "jump" slightly. You make an awkward landing on one foot, stumbling at first - a sudden stab of pain from your ankle definitely not helping - but manage to get your balance back after a few steps. Quickly chanting the first line of your Razor Gale spell, you turn around to face your opponent-

He has already swung the spear in your direction. The formerly twisting, drill-shaped lance has become a wide blade of wind at waist-height, leaving no room to dodge to the sides and very little to go under. You have only a moment or two to act before your upper body is separated from your legs.

Airen
February 22nd, 2012, 10:34 PM
Airen
So dead

He just wouldn't stop.

There was no time to think about how I was going to dodge this blade of air, and so my reflexes, reflexes that didn't particularly care whether or not it hurt me to move, forced me to turn around and throw myself to the ground, covering my head with my arms in the best defensive posture I could manage in such short notice. There was no way to dodge it by moving to the sides this time, and jumping probably wouldn't have worked either, magecraft or no magecraft, so trying to go under it was really the best option I could go with...

Heh, the irony of this situation almost made me want to laugh, if, you know, a wind spell wasn't bearing down on me with the intent of ending my life.

The Wheel of Fate is turning

It was approaching.

Rebel One.

Just keep chanting Airen, ignore the Reaper.

Action.

Man, this day just kept getting worse.

Elyrin
February 22nd, 2012, 10:55 PM
@Airen
Still alive, but not for long

No time to think. No time to move. Of course, your reflexes get you to move anyway. You turn completely around, diving to the ground as fast as you possibly can, pure adrenaline the only thing keeping you moving. The oversized blade of wind roars past above your head, and a corner of your mind notes that you actually didn't get yourself hurt this time. Other than a minor scrape or two, you're still perfectly fine after your dive, and have managed to keep your spell going.

Of course, one cannot win a battle by laying on the ground and praying. You immediately roll back onto your feet, gritting your teeth at the pain coming from your back and right ankle, and again turn to face your opponent. The tall man seems a little more impressed this time.

"You have excellent reflexes, Magus. I expected that blade to strike without giving you a chance to evade." He snaps his fingers, and the air around his left arm begins to twist again, forming a second spear. He crouches down again, and you notice he has prepared another spell to charge towards you--!


Razor Gale: 4/5 lines complete

Airen
February 22nd, 2012, 11:13 PM
Airen
Oh god, this is where I finally screw up and die



"You have excellent reflexes, Magus. I expected that blade to strike without giving you a chance to evade."

I just continue to chant stoically response, even as I watched him crouch down for another charge, the air around his left arm twisting once more into a spear.

There would be no dodging this time, my last attempt at dodging this had barely worked, and the man was sure to have changed some aspect of his attack so that I wouldn't be able to dodge it again.

Yes.

There would be no dodging this time.

The path of the magus known as Airen, no, the path of the magus known as the Wind Waker, had never been clearer than it had been at this very moment.

If I just stood here, then I may be able to finish my chant as he charges, it may have been slightly suicidal, but my only chance now was to combat power with power.

It was that simple, there was a possibility I would be cutting it close even if I managed it, but the man would be at point blank range as well...

Heh, yes, the only thing stopping this from being outright suicidal was the crest on my arm, and a great deal of belief in sheer luck.

Alright then, one more time...

Heaven or Hell.

The air began to spin around my right arm as I neared the end of my chant.

Let's rock.

Elyrin
February 22nd, 2012, 11:30 PM
@Airen
Shonen time!

The man charges for a second time, and you give up on any hope of evasion, instead focusing on your own counterattack. By some miracle, it seems you made the right decision.

The power behind his spell dwarfed the explosive force of his first charge. Even if you had tried to evade, you would have failed. His spear was altered this time - wider, made to hit a larger area, rather than to pierce the heart for a sure kill. While this would shut down any possible chance of dodging, even if you had not been injured, it gave your counterattack the edge it needed to succeed.

Razor Gale meets the great spear of wind head-on, and prevails. The man's incredible forward momentum meant he could do little to dodge your spell, and it connected with enough power left to inflict terrible wounds. Of course, you had not completely stopped his own attack, either. The remaining power behind the spear sent you flying, ripping apart your shirt and leaving you with a few minor cuts on your chest and stomach. Nothing you couldn't deal with, although landing flat on your back ended badly.

Still, your instincts tell you the fight isn't over. Shutting down the pain still shooting across your back, you again get back on your feet. The tall man is almost doubled over about fifteen feet away, a third wind spear slowly forming by his right arm...

His left is gone. The arms had been completely ripped apart by your counter, and the rags that used to be sleeves were scattered behind him. Quite a chunk was missing out of his chest, as well. He would die, there was no doubt about it, but not right away. Being able to cast such wind magic instantaneously, he must have a high-quality Thaumaturgical Crest. As long as a Crest remains active, it can keep the magus alive despite severe injuries. If you do not finish him, he will end the fight with his victory before succumbing to his wounds.

Airen
February 23rd, 2012, 12:15 AM
Airen
Welp, time to tempt Fate!

Well, to be honest, I can't really say that I was surprised that he was still alive, but as I pulled myself to my feet, the various, wounded parts of my body all working together in a harmony of pain, I can't help but notice that he's trying to form yet another wind spear.

No.

That's enough of that, magus whose name I still don't know.

"You're being really stubborn, you know that?"

Taking a step towards him, I condense the water in the air into a block of ice, and using it as a base, quickly mold them into blades of ice.

Improvised weapons at their best.

I didn't really want to get too close in case he finished the spell before I could remove his arm, so I prepared to do what any slightly bitter Enforcer was likely to do once victory was within reach.

Throw both of my swords straight at him.

Elyrin
February 23rd, 2012, 12:35 AM
@Airen
nope.jpg

The tall man laughs again as you begin to form two blades of ice out of thin air. It is short, strained, and wheezing, sounding more like a death rattle than an actual laugh. Still the fact he can make any noise besides agonized screaming is quite impressive. Completely unconcerned by your incoming attack, he continues forming his spear. It resembles his first more than his second, relatively thin and designed for piercing rather than the miniature cyclone that was his ill-fated second charge.

When your twin blades fly towards him, they are effortlessly knocked aside by the lance of wind. Considering his magecraft can nullify close-range explosions, deflecting a fairly mundane ranged attack isn't much of a surprise.

"Try again." The tall man's voice sounds even worse than his laugh, it such a thing is possible. You can hardly make out the words, even though he seems to be talking without too much difficulty, and if it were anyone else you would expect them to drop dead within moments.

The Master of Assassin waits, neither attacking nor defending, only watching.

EnigmaticFellow
February 23rd, 2012, 06:02 PM
Enigmatic Fellow
7:08 p.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park

With his Servant leaving out to patrol the city, Enigmatic Fellow went over to his desk where he has a map laid of Fuyuki city laid out. He intends to use what information Saber gets from his patrol through shared perception to mark areas of interest.

Airen
February 23rd, 2012, 10:10 PM
Airen
Prepare to be befriended


"Try again."

To be honest, it didn't really surprise me that my swords hadn't managed to damage him, although I had hoped that the fact that he was missing his arm would have made it a bit more difficult for him to block the rather mundane attack.

But no, once again, he hadn't showed very much effort in his defensive techniques, simply brushing aside the swords as if they weren't worth the effort of dodging.

Yeah, this was the annoying sort of person...

"Look," sighing to myself, I decided to give the guy a chance to just give up and hand over his Command Seals, "You're going to bleed out if we don't get you medical attention. And no, before you say it, it's not just a 'flesh wound.'"

You'd be surprised how many people, magus or not, quoted that movie.

"If you stop fighting right now, I'll do my best to make sure that you don't die, okay? I mean, I'll have to take your Command Spells of course, but I'd really rather not kill you if I didn't have too. You've already lost, so what will you accomplish by struggling until the end? Just give up and live."

I doubted he would take my advice, as he was a magus, but I had already decided to give him one shot at escaping this alive, and I would wait to see what his answer was.

If he said no, well...

That was his decision.

Elyrin
February 23rd, 2012, 10:37 PM
@Airen

The tall man stands in silence for almost thirty seconds, apparently considering your offer. You would think he'd make up his mind sooner, but he doesn't seem to be overly concerned with his missing limb. In fact, he seems to be... healing? The small chunk Razor Gale took out of his chest has returned, and the man's shoulder is starting to form again. Maybe he wasn't as doomed as you thought.

When Assassin's master finally responds, it is with anger and scorn, the sounds of hi s imminent death having already faded. "I will not yield to you, child. I will cut you down where you stand for daring to speak such an insult." He shifts his grip on the spear in his right hand and with practiced movements, hurls it towards you at incredible speed!

Before the spell can travel any real distance, and before you can think about dodging, it transforms. The thin lance of wind from moments before was suddenly a roaring cyclone, a tunnel that would surround you on all sides. There was no possible way for you to evade, but luckily you stood within the eye of the storm. You brace yourself justy in case, but it proves unnecessary. As long as you avoid moving too far to either side for just a few seconds, you will be safe.

Safe from the cyclone, that is, not the magus standing before you. As you have no way to move and no time to cast a powerful spell, he sees fit to charge you one last time. He rushes straight forward, the tunnel behind him being ripped apart to remake his spear. If you do not stop him, the next strike will almost definitely kill you.

What do you do?

Airen
February 23rd, 2012, 10:48 PM
Airen
This was your decision, old man!

Well, the enemy Master had made his choice.

And sitting in the eye of the storm, two more blades of ice forming in my now clenched hands, I made a choice of my own.

"Calling me a child, such arrogance-"

The runes I had carved earlier onto the bottoms of my shoes were still active, so if I put all my force into leaping towards the man, I should be able to counter his charge with a powerful one of my own.

It was a stupid plan, even I knew that to be true.

But like him, I had a Thaumaturgical Crest, like him, I wasn't just going to stand here and let myself be insulted, and finally, just like this man in front of me...

I refused to die.

And so, as he makes his spear, I charge towards him with blades outstretched to pierce his chest, hoping that since he was ripping apart part of the tunnel to form his spear, I would be able to overcome the currents in that area...!

Elyrin
February 23rd, 2012, 11:12 PM
@Airen
GG, try again?

When Assassin's master charges, you know there is only one choice. There is no possibility of evasion, and no possibility of defense. All you can do is meet his move with your own, lunging past his own attack to cut him down with your blades of ice. As he rapidly nears your position, you crouch, ready to move...

Perfect. Just before reaching a good range to cut you down, you move. Your twin swords flash, ready to finish him off--!

Game over.

The spear pierces your chest well before you get close. For the first time, the magus before you shows his face, eerie white eyes showing an expression of amazement. Of course. How could you expect to strike first? With the two of you charging towards each other at top speed, and the cyclone leaving you trapped, you had no room to maneuver. There is no way a mere sword could beat a lance in a jousting contest. As the spear breaks, exploding outward to completely destroy your torso, the last thing you hear is the man's laugh, somehow audible above the wind.

DEAD END




...or, maybe not.

The Wheel of Fate is Turning

As the image of the twin swords appear in your mind, overlaid by two blocks of ice, a vision surprises you. The Master's spear of wind, piercing and destroying your chest. Your lower body tumbling to the ground. Your head rolling to the man's feet. You cannot succeed with this strategy. You need to change your strategy.

You have no time. Act, or perish, as your vision has foretold.

Airen
February 23rd, 2012, 11:39 PM
Airen
I freaking love the Wheel of Fate, the GM spun, and it landed on Mercy

Ah, stupid plan.

Thinking I could tank the spear in order to exchange blows was foolish, and would have only worked if I had possessed a pole-arm similar to the one this man was using, something that wouldn't come true at this moment even with magic.

But what was the answer then...?

...What would you have said it was, Sensei?

"I like smart kids, but you're really of the more troublesome sort, aren't you Air? Never thinking before you leap, it'll get you killed one day..."

"Still, you copied my technique just from watching it once. You some sort of recorder kid?"

"Then again, I probably shouldn't praise you too much, they're just fireworks."

...!

"Azure sterne, azure sterne-" (High speed Aria spam)

Like I had lost my mind, I rapidly repeated the words for the first real spell I had ever learned, not even seeking to defeat my opponent, so much as getting him to back the fuck off.

The stupid pride of a magus...!

I wasn't sure how many of them I would be able to create before he got too close, but the instant I felt that my life was in danger, even if had only managed to make one, I would set them all off with a snap of my fingers and a resounding cry of 'fuck you' to this guy who was really beginning to piss me off.

Sure, I wasn't completely out of the range of my own spell due to this tornado, but I was far enough away that the damage I took shouldn't be too bad.

As for the enemy, he was going to be a lot closer to the blast than me...!

Elyrin
February 24th, 2012, 12:02 AM
@Airen
kaboom!

Two was all you could manage. By the time the second had barely faded into existence, the charging magus had already passed the first. As the man lunged, he was even with the second spell, just barely in range to cut you down. You snap your fingers, shouting a curse to the heavens as the spear drives towards your chest...!

It works. The two explosions are enough to knock the tall man towards you and to the side. The spear goes wide, off to your right - but it gouges into your ribs as it does so. Still, your opponent staggers for just a moment, giving you time to strike or prepare a spell. Wind already twisting around the man's feet, you know you need to react immediately.

Airen
February 24th, 2012, 12:22 AM
Airen
Point blank range. Let's do this

This fight was really starting to tear me up, as evidenced by the fact that my crest sprung to life of it's own accord, apparently thinking that I wasn't going to be living under my own power for much longer.

Of course, after coming this far, and being hurt this much, I had no intentions of being directly killed by this man, though judging from the fact that I could see bone, I would probably have to go seek medical attention soon.

Very soon.

Amazingly soon.

But first, I had to kill this guy.

No. Befriending was no longer an option.

And since he had staggered, now was the time to create a bigger opening...!

"Pulse."

Pointing the palm of my right hand towards my opponent, I attempt to knock him completely off balance with a hammer of air, an attack that I believed to be one of the purest expressions of karma, as this man had done the same thing to me earlier on.

If it worked, then this small opening would be made into a larger one, and he should be left open long enough for me to take off his head with projected blades, if it didn't work, I should still have enough time to back up a bit and maybe toss out a starmine, burning pain or no burning pain.

lethum
February 25th, 2012, 03:04 PM
Enigmatic Fellow's Saber
Streets of the Fuyuki
Day (7.07-15.44)

The city was odd. Having activated my Noble Phantasm, I was as indistinguishable from the civilians walking the streets as any other magus was. Lost in the crowds that had already filled the busy streets. I drew glances, of course. My presence and bearing are different enough from the inhabitants off the city for me to gawk at me for a few seconds before forgetting me for the rest of their lives. However, the people who stopped to gawk, the ones who studiously ignored me and the ones who didn't even notice me had something in common: they had lowered their guards around me.

And everyone knows you don't lower your guard near a pickpocket. In minutes, I had gathered enough money for me to be considered a moderately wealthy person, if the prices quoted in the stores I passed, and the numbers on the paper money I took were anything to go by. Having gathered the money I knew I needed, form the information I'd received form the grail, I walked closer to the street and hailed a taxi. Without letting the driver speak, I ordered him.

"To the airport."

Without uttering a word, the man drove me to the building. In that time, I looked outside the window and idly memorized the layout of the city, picking ambush, snipping and counter ambush points out of habit. It was still early, so the streets were packed with cars and the trip took a relatively long time to end. At end, when the man reached the port, I threw him enough bills to pay for the ride and left without waiting for him to count the money, or for change.

Once in the building, I swiftly found the place where the arrivals got back their bags and left for the city. Using a certain type of low key mental magic similar to hypnosis to infer their thoughts, I quickly identified a young woman who had come to the city on vacation. She was pretty, lonely, on the rebound from her last relationship and successful at work. She was also somewhat shy and introverted, and this was the first time she, Yamamori Komiko, did something bold. Not that I had the time or the intention to read her thoughts. I simply read her body language, the subtleties behind her voice and encouraged her to remember me as a friend from middle school with mundane small talk filled the rest of the information.

Convincing her to have the taxi tour the whole city -"Don't worry, Komiko-chan, I'll pay"-, I let her talk continuously while I scouted the city from the comfort of the vehicle. It was beneficial to scout this way, since I did not risk meeting or being detected by any Servant or Master. Since the early morning rush had abated sometime while we were driven around, the trip around Fuyuki moved much faster, and I had the opportunity to detect a few houses with magical defenses and the general location of several places where the local Ley lines intersected. Soon enough, however, we finished the tour and arrived at the hotel that Komiko had planned to stay at for the duration of her vacation.

Since Komiko decided to use the bathroom as soon as we checked in and arrived, I used the time to set several basic bound fields in her room after taking care to make the surveillance devices in the room believe that I simply sat on the bed and fidgeted for a few minutes. After watching the news channel for around half an hour, we said our goodbyes and parted off, agreeing to meet somewhere at a later date.

However, after leaving her room, I climbed the stairs up until I reached the ceiling of the hotel. Given that it was among the tallest buildings in the city, I had the perspective to connect the layout of the city I'd gained from the tour with Komiko with a more comprehensive one obtained from a higher point of view. I allowed myself to feel satisfied for a second. I would be able to extract the maximum possible benefit of the terrain in any combat.

Having finished obtaining a basic understanding of the city, I came back downstairs and began the long trek on foot back to my master.

Neir
March 1st, 2012, 09:24 PM
Saber
Matou House
3 PM

Saber took form in front of his master. Charged with defeating an invisible foe, he let his other senses pick up the slack of his eyes. Decades of battle had honed his body and mind, simply being hidden would not be enough to stop him.

His axe in hand, altered to have a long haft that would make the weapon a two-handed tool of destruction, a black miasma began to seemingly seep from his midnight blue greaves. Prana, so thick it was visible, charged his body woth even greater strength, and he leapt. Only the sharp intake of breath and the cracking and splintering of the wood that had been beneath his feet signaled the strike.

Blackdeath6031
March 3rd, 2012, 03:43 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

Supposedly there is an English saying that 'Actions speak louder than words'. As I see the warrior materialise, I no longer need to wait for his response.

But as the tangible glow of that....substance begins to fill the air around him, I start to feel a bit off.
I can't help but wonder why, but deciding that I'd be wasting valuable time, I glance back at the warrior before looking for a safe entrance.

Elyrin
March 9th, 2012, 09:36 PM
@ Acesu
Totally not late at all, nope

Upon hearing your question, Tohsaka Rin's eyes narrow. You seem to be making her more suspicious by the minute. "Directly or indirectly, neither of us will purposely harm the other, or purposely allow harm to come to the other when they can safely stop it. The same terms go for your Master, as well. In exchange, I might be able to provide assistance with the War, most likely information. Any problems with that?"

RacingeR
March 10th, 2012, 05:56 PM
Lancer

Until now, the battle had been boring.

Assassin had been forced into a defensive battle. Nor his daggers or his curses had really managed anything against the Lancer that still carelessly approached him. Only the spells of fire and wind had managed to cause him some light harm, but it was not enough to even manage to make him show a pained expression at all. Furthermore, the crimson darkness that surrounded his body made his movements completely illegible, and it was hard to see his wounds.

Only mild burns, not enough to inconvenience a Servant. He wondered how his Magic Resistance had been bypassed, but only briefly. After all, he was having a lot of fun chasing and cornering his prey around the house, as the Assassin could do nothing but run away until now. Thanks to his Instincts, not a single one of his attacks had managed to work to its fullest extent, and to make it worse, the strange crimson darkness that surrounded him made his movements even more unreadable, and obscured his figure enough to make avoiding attacks easier.

Lancer had, until now, done nothing but to chase after his enemy at an even pace, unperturbed even after the few attacks that had managed to wound him. He had disguised his true strength, and even his speed, and until now all his attacks had consisted of a pair of thrusts and slashes with his strangely shaped spear.

And as he busted through a wall at the resounding yell of “OH YEAH!” while chasing after the scurrying Assassin, Lancer finally got bored of playing this game. Advancing at the pace he had kept until now, he waited until his enemy turned for a new attack...

And from the air, fell ten twisted blades. It was a sudden, completely unexpected attack, as Lancer had, during all this time, showed zero signals of having a skill like that. He calculated the angle exactly so that the swords would fall against the enemy in a way that blocked all directions of escape except the front. While the blades themselves were rather low level concepts, only useful as beatsticks from Lancer’s view, he disguised two D ranked swords between the ten that would provoke an explosion at contact.

And to seal the deal, he finished his attack with one more move, suddenly switching to full speed and stepping forward in a blur, his spear suddenly extended into a stab that came from a totally impossible angle, an unreadable attack that searched the heart of the enemy while sealing the final direction of escape he had left.

Elyrin
March 10th, 2012, 07:23 PM
@Racin

So far, your battle has gone nowhere. While you have had Assassin on the run from the second move, he has prevented you from even reaching striking distance. You are faster than he is, definitely, but his magecraft was somehow able to ignore your Magic Resistance and keep you away. Still, it's no problem. The chase is fun enough, even if bursting through a wall to surprise Assassin had been less effective than you would have liked.

Still, he can't hope to evade forever. If you can get within melee range even for a moment, you should be able to cut him to ribbons. With that in mind, you charge yet again, even as the air around you begins to ripple. For a moment, Assassin's "eyes" meet yours. Blue?

MOVE

You leap forward, following the ten blades by a fraction of a second, and immediately realize something is wrong. When the first sword is knocked out of the air, you jump, nearly hitting the ceiling.

Almost the entire hallway was filled with cutting winds in an instant. Luckily, they did not stretch quite to the ceiling, so you took only a few scratches and one gash on your left leg. You fall back to earth and strike just as Assassin looks up. Too late.

Without hesitation, he hurls himself against the wall. Your spear, striking for his heart at impossible angles, only pierces his shoulder. Not a finishing move by any means, but Assassin was worse off than you. You land behind the enemy servant and spin around to face him, only to see him already retreating. The hallway, already shredded by wind magecraft and your own attack, is ablaze. Assassin seems to be stoking the flames with his magic, while simultaneously pushing himself back. Somehow, you get the feeling he'll be trying even harder to keep you away from now on.

Brynhilde
March 11th, 2012, 09:18 PM
Brynhilde
???? Park?
6.42pm

I paused as I beheld this man in front of me, asking me if I am a 'Master'...

... Undoubtedly, this was someone related to the War. But of course, he didn't know if I am a Master. If he knew, he wouldn't be asking this question.

Moreover, we just had a tough run with Caster. I wasn't sure if my Servant was up to one more battle - and I could still feel a little of Rider's disappointment in how I let Caster off easy.

Perhaps, then, it'd be better to banter for a while and judge this person's true intentions.

"... Masters? What are you talking about?" I look around a little dramatically. "I know my dress looks a bit like I'm doing cosplay, but err... no?"

zlol365
March 12th, 2012, 12:27 AM
Lancer
???? Park?
6.42pm

"........"
Was the girl before him serious? Like really serious? That she was not a master....? He closed his eyes for the moment, to try and digest everything. Then there was.... yes, he could sense it. a Servant. Nearby this girl, definitely. However, Lancer had two theories:

1) The servant was injured or in no state to fight, hence the girl was his master and was either trying to distract or judge.
2) The servant was here on another's orders to protect the girl on his/her masters orders.

However, he had to fight that servant.... Kotomine's orders. Ah Dam it, however, he could not touch the girl. It was against his own beliefs! Maybe he should....

Yes, he'll just go along for now. There was nothing he could do for the moment.

"Ho, then would the pretty lady here grace me with your name?"

Brynhilde
March 12th, 2012, 02:34 AM
Brynhilde
Park
6.43pm

Seeing the man responding in kind, I took a small step back, and bowed my head in greeting.

"I... you may call me Heather." With a hesitant voice, I sounded like a young girl unsure of how to deal with a stranger approaching her.

"Are you looking for someone in particular, Mr...?"

zlol365
March 12th, 2012, 03:04 AM
Lancer
Park
6.44pm

"Hmmm.... I thought you were someone I knew. I must have been mistaken.I apologise if I caused you panic, Miss Heather."

Yes, Yes..... She's buying the act. Wait. A minute.....

"I mistook you for my friend. Umm.... Thats how we normally we greet each other! Anyway, Ms Heather, its getting late here, would it be alright if a fine gentlemen like me accompanies you home?"

Hehehehee..... Screw you Kotomine. Finally, someone to hit on! she is just as pretty as Caren from the church. A little investigating... and some time spent would not hurt, would it?

So Lancer thought, as he continued to be the ignorant and naive person that he was, hoping to disobey Kirei's orders for once.

EnigmaticFellow
March 13th, 2012, 11:50 PM
Enigmatic Fellow
3:44 p.m.
Abandoned Industrial Park

Though his Servant has yet to yield anything new from the excursion as his unaltered map shown, Enigmatic Fellow was still satisfied in knowing that Saber at least understood the city's layout to a more workable degree. With little else to do, the master armed himself with a few supplies in case of ambushes and waited for his Servant's return - one which came much sooner than he expected based on the feminine visage he is seeing.

Katie
March 14th, 2012, 03:31 PM
Knight
3:05 PM

So, that Servant with the axe is now charging Mr. Fantastic. Well, at least, I'm not dead yet. For now.

"So, mister, you're going to help me eliminate Mr. Dickworms and his invisible pal here?" I'm surprised I sound this easygoing. I'm screwed if they both decide to kill me. But, y'know, the Servant is attacking the other guy, so...

I take aim once again, trying to get in shots at where Mr. Invisible will be, due to the strike. It all comes to delay and timing...

Both of which I suck at, even as a Servant. Fuckerdoodles.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaster, it looks like we have backup, but stay safe, m'kay?

Elyrin
March 15th, 2012, 07:01 PM
@KT/Neir

The two of you have never met each other before this moment, and you will most likely become enemies as soon as you defeat this invisible servant, but for now, you are united. He may be skilled, and he may be invisible, but the man before you is still at quite a disadvantage. He may struggle, but short of a sudden change, he will almost surely fall before the two of you.

Saber charges. Before the black knight, there can be no defense, and the invisible enemy is taking no chances. Instead of standing his ground against a nigh-unstoppable foe, he wisely decides to move. Concealed he may be, both of you can tell which direction he dodges in - up. Saber readjusts his aim, but to no avail. The man obviously leaps straight up, barely out of range of the two-handed axe, twisting somehow to land behind the knight. Did he push himself off the ceiling?

Well, you can think about that later. There are currently more important things to focus on. Without hesitation, you raise your pistol for the second time and unload another clip at the point the enemy servant landed. One round grazes the man around head height, but the others are again deflected.

He seems to be moving to retreat to the hallway. What is your next action?


50%

@Morm

Your only thought is escape. To fight an enemy magus - and a vampire no less - in his own workshop was nothing short of suicide, especially when his own abilities had such an advantage over yours. As fast as those worms can follow you, they are still nothing more than worms. Hardly a second after your decision to flee, you ram your useless shoulder against the sealed door. Whatever magic is at work to keep it closed falls before you.

It is then your Servant's message reaches you. Apparently, the two of you are not alone. Now, you simply need to decide what to do about your new-found "allies".

50%

@Faker

When your Servant materializes, you know you have done everything you need to do. You glance back at him for a moment, but that's all. His battle isn't something you can make a meaningful difference in, so you focus on something else. It's not long before you run into something unexpected.

You've hardly turned around the first corner when you bump into someone you've never seen before. A teenage girl dressed in pink, violet hair falling past her shoulders. It seems she was in a hurry, but now she simply stares at you in confusion. You begin to apologize almost on reflex, but catch yourself just in time. The girl attacks. Quickly, too - she seems to be trained - but not fast enough to hit you.

Pain.

You hadn't dodged as well as you had hoped. Simply leaning back was enough to avoid the chop directed at your throat, but that was not the attack. Hardly visible at all, your eyes picked up a thin blade of darkness extending from the girl's fingertips. The blade left no visible damage, but you are left with the same feeling as the wraith attack from earlier in the day. A dull, throbbing pain from no specific point, and the sensation of your magical energy being drained away. Today was not the best of days.

Blackdeath6031
March 15th, 2012, 09:00 PM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

....Wha....what was tha....

No, that's wrong.
Who is she - what is she?!

I stumble back a few steps, widening the distance between us as I look at her in the eyes with a confused frown.
"Geez missy, what was the attack for?"

I know now that she has the same kind of attacks as the wraith. But what kind of attack patterns can she pull?
Is she the sister or that boy?

....No, that much was obvious. So she is an enemy. But how would she strike next?
But regardless, at this rate, it won't only be my magical energy that's being taken from me....

I crouch low and hold my hands out in caution, as though I was trying to calm her down.

Mormarth
March 19th, 2012, 12:36 AM
Jack
Matou House
3:05 PM

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK, are the words I most certainly did not scream to myself as I fled from the workshop. No sir. Ramming my way through the basement door, I kick it shut behind me, and continue my flight away from death. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the greatest idea in the entire world to assault an abomination in its lair, with no idea as to the capabilities of said monster. This has been one mishap after another, hopefully things won't get any worse from here on out.

....I shouldn't have said that. A buzz in my head heralds a report from my maddened Servant, grimacing, I listen to the message,
Maaaaaaaaaaaaster, it looks like we have backup, but stay safe, m'kay?Well, that's quite the pleasant surprise, allies in hostile territory, hmm? Seems too good to be true, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I suppose I should proceed to Berserker's position, try to maintain stealth, and maybe try to scope out any other masters present.

Second time's the charm!

Neir
March 23rd, 2012, 03:11 PM
Saber
Matou House
3 PM

Saber turned, ready to pursue the invisible foe, then paused. His master's magic had decreased sharply, much to sharply for him to just be casting a spell. After a moment's deliberation, Saber growled in frustration and turned back toward the way his Master had gone. He was still a knight, after all. He had made the pact to protect his ridiculous mage, and he would do so as long as the pact remained. He tensed, then, foregoing any sort of stealth, crashed directly through the walls, emerging from the wreckage near Hidemoto. There was a girl dressed in pink before him, wielding what seemed to be a magic blade. If the girl in front of him could drain magic, then... Saber grabbed his Master by the collar, and leapt away as the walls crumbled, not waiting for either of them to react.

lethum
March 23rd, 2012, 06:15 PM
Enigmatic Fellow's Saber
3:45 p.m.
Fuyuki City

Returning to the warehouse, I released my Noble Phantasm as soon as I was inside the base proper. My Master waited inside, impassive. I craned my neck to one side and then to the other, more for enjoying the familiarity of the action than for any actual need to relax my neck.

"I return, Master. What is your bidding?" I asked after coming within a few paces from him.

Blackdeath6031
March 28th, 2012, 06:53 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

“Whaa—…”
Caught by surprise, I find myself stunned as I am dragged off the premises.
Finally coming to my senses, I jerk my head around trying to find the cause of the sudden movement.

“Wai—Warrior, why are we running away? W-was there some problem with that servant…?”

Neir
March 28th, 2012, 12:04 PM
Saber
Outside the Matou house
3 PM

Saber launched out of the house, his Master in tow. He tossed the man unceremoniously to the ground.

"I do not run from a battle I can win, mage. But I have not yet found her, so I must keep you alive. Besides," Saber's flat affect twisted into disdain, "you would not harm the girl, would you? Even if she was your enemy?"

Saber turned away from the man on the ground.

"Shall I return to combat, then? Or shall I destroy the house?"

Blackdeath6031
March 29th, 2012, 02:01 AM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM


...Gah, he found out.

Bearing the feeling of awkward humiliation, I let out a sigh.

"...So, how do you propose to destroy the house?"

Elyrin
April 30th, 2012, 11:09 PM
@Airen
suddenly, a revival? Yeah, right.

Somehow, you had survived the enemy Magus' deathblow... but not without cost. You were wounded, fairly badly at that, and you weren't likely to stay mobile by the end of this fight. Assuming you made it through, at least.

But, for now, you had the advantage. You were at least in a position to attack, and that was something you acted on immediately. With another word, a hammer of wind struck towards your stumbling opponent. A direct hit. The stumble turned into a tumble, and the tall man was left rolling on the ground. Pulse did not seem to have its full effect, but you have other things to worry about right now.

The magus is struggling to return to his feet before he can even stop his roll. You do not have very long.

Neir
April 30th, 2012, 11:19 PM
Saber
Matou House
3 PM


"...So, how do you propose to destroy the house?"

"With my Noble Phantasm. The weapon which is a symbol of my legend, my life, and my pain. I can tear down this place with little trouble."

As he spoke, the haft shrank until it was less than two feet long. The blade, in a dull flash, shrank and reshaped, until it was suited more for throwing than hacking.

Blackdeath6031
May 3rd, 2012, 08:27 PM
Hidemoto
Matou House
3 PM

I pause and think for a moment.

....Indeed, that'd be a very efficient way to clear things up. It's not something I'd normally do, but its an undeniable fact that we'd have to defeat all the other masters to achieve the warrior's wish, no matter what. And since there are - at least - two masters in the household, it'd leave another four left remaining should everything go well.
But, why'd he have me leave the household? That girl drained much of my magical energy, and so did the spirits from this morning.

If it's something as awesome as he claims, it can't be free to use - even if it is his symbol.
"Can your internal energy handle it? I don't think I can back you up with this otherwise."

...Might be a good idea to retreat immediately after then, perhaps...
We've done enough for the day, after all. All that's left is to survey the information that will be collected.