Fandom Fate/Drifters IC

[Dante Verren]

The flight from Cardiff to Athens was pretty much uneventful. The plane itself was pretty much full but that didn't really bother Charles since they were sitting up in first class. Flying in general never really bothered him, it was actually the exact opposite. He felt completely relaxed, probably thanks to his affinity with air magic. Where as sudden movements or even the shaking do to turbulence would cause others to become nervous it only made Charles yawn, maybe he should take a nap on this flight. He could at least get a small two hour nap in before the plane landed, well at least he would try but the words Archer and Derim had said earlier still played on repeat in his mind. If they were attacked by multiple enemies at once could Derim hold them off on her own?

Luckily Charles didn't have to find out the answer yet as no enemy made them selves known. Landing in Athens the two had to hurry over to the next gate and board the plane heading to Patras. It was a much shorter flight then the last one but Charles still quickly found comfort being in the air again. He didn't fly as often as he should, but he guessed it was a little to late for that. This war was going to end one of two ways for him, and neither entailed flying on an airliner ever again

Once they were able to get off the plane in Patras he felt a rush of energy. Walking at a much faster pace then what was normal he weaved through crowds of people with out slowing. He wanted to hurry and get his luggage, grab a car, and get going. There were allies waiting for him and he was so close to gaining the information he so desperately wanted. As he picked up his luggage the only thing he could think about was that he was so close, soon he would be able to track down his real reason he came to Greece.

Though he considered himself a patient person Charles was becoming aware of the fact that in this moment he was starting to get very impatient. Getting the rental car took longer then he had wanted to and traffic in Patras was like it was in any other city, a massive pain in the but. There was that annoying feeling again, the feeling he had felt when Archer had first appeared that morning and Charles had thought he was going to die. Still keeping his normal smile on his face he did his best to push down the feeling, mentally repeating the words his father had said to him. It was only at the arrival of the estate that he was given directions to that the annoying feeling of anger went away. Parking the car he turned to look at Derim, "Well time to meet our allies". he said to her as he got out. The suspicion of this being a trap hung at the back of his mind but he paid it no real attention, he couldn't afford to miss this meeting. Heading up to the front door of the estate the blonde man would knock twice, "Pardon me, is anyone here!?"

Hanarei QuirkyAngel

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 7:48am​

Her eyes brightened at the girl's compliance only to immediately be replaced by a look of horror. "A car!? Oh my god, is she ok!?" She fired off her words like a machine gun, immediately realizing that the other twin probably froze when she gave the command. It was directly her fault that the girl got hit. From the rather nonchalant way the girl was talking, and the fact that she was communicating with her other half, she figured the girl was alright. Still, those command seals were truly fearsome. Not to mention the thought of dealing with the other twin didn't sit well with her. From her limited interactions the other girl was far more difficult to deal with. At the request to be patient she gave the girl a solemn nod. "Alright... I suppose it's my fault she got hit anyway."

The abrupt shift in topic caused her to follow the smaller girl's gaze to the cafe. However, unlike her comrade she didn't focus on the cafe rather the pair of similarly aged school girls crossing the street with backpacks in tow. The realization hit her like a truck and she quickly whipped out her phone only for a look of panic, not too dissimilar from when she heard Rider had gotten hit by a car, once again crossed her features. "Shit! I'm going to be late!" She had been so caught up in dealing with her 'servant' that she had completely lost track of time. "Cafe and your Sister will have to wait until after school!" She didn't even bother to clarify that statement before bolting down the sidewalk, phone clutched in hand as she watched a new minute tick by.

Streets of Cheyenne
Interactions: Misuteeku (Rider)​

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider
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The Older Rider didn't react much to Vita's unnecessary concern over her sister being hit by a car. They were, after all, Heroic Spirits whose human limits have been removed after becoming one. "You shouldn't worry about that, we, Heroic Spirits, cannot be hurt that much by modern things such as cars," The Older Rider supplied to the worried Vita, revealing a little bit more information about servants. Once they were in a cafe, then they can finally plan out their course of action. That was until Vita's eyed the school girls who were walking by, which lead to the Older Rider's eyes looking towards them as well. All of a sudden Vita had her switch flipped and began screeching about being late to school, "Okay, I'll contact you if something has happened," With that Vita was long gone, running to school. The Older Rider watched her before leaning against a wall.

"Nhi, status report. What's going on?" The message resounded through the telepathic bond the sister's shared. "We might have trouble, I detected a servant's mana signature when leaving Laramie. Thankfully, they don't seem to notice my presence. I'm now currently making a few detours in case I'm being followed." The Older Rider grimaced. Of course, they had to be caught trying to claim territory. How troublesome, it would also take a few hours for Vita to get out of school. The Older Rider especially didn't want to interrupt Vita with her personal life, unless it was absolutely necessary, so she was stuck in a standstill. "Do everything, you can. Even if it means throwing yourself in a river," A shiver could be heard from the younger Rider. The Older Rider sighed, why them?

Xel

 

[Ian Temero]

Shani - Berserker of Light
Ava's Estate - Italy​

Was she excited to fly a dragon? What kind of a question was that even? Who wouldn't be exited to ride a freaking dragon? How many people could ever claimed to have done such a thing? She had to admit though, while she knew it was going to be an exciting experience, she hadn't been prepared for exactly how amazing it was going to be. To feel the wind tearing by, to see but water and sky all around, and to feel the moving of the muscles of the powerful creature below her as it defied the laws of nature. But these were not what amazed her the most however. The knowledge the grail had implanted in her had told her of the world being round, contrary to what she had believed in life, but here above the clouds she could see for herself how the horizon was curved, like a large ball.

But eventually even she got tired of the seemingly endless flight, so when the they finally made land Shani let out a sigh of relief, stretched, and cracked her back. What with the car ride and the flight she was spending far too much time sitting in one place. She happily followed the pants-less Fafnir down the stairs and through the hall, enjoying the view, when a mirror in the hallway caught her attention. drifting away from the group she peered into it and gasped in horror at the state the long trip had left her hair in. "No no no..." she muttered, running her fingers through it and finding them stopped by knots. She held out her hand and a comb materialized in it, made completely of silver, its handle cast in the shape of a sleeping lion, with morning glory vines and flowers carved across the the whole thing, and across its length was engraved האריה תמיד יישן עם פרח הבוקר.

The crimsonette began working it through her locks, but quickly realized that she was being left behind. Grumbling she put the brushing on hold and raced after the group. Once inside she all but ignored the shocking amount of treasures, even hardly noticed as the dragon girl fell asleep (or pretended to), as she searched for something reflective enough to work with. Eventually she found some such thing, a silver plate perhaps, and used it as a makeshift mirror as she resumed slowly running her comb through her hair, carefully working out all the knots.

She was so distracted by her hair in fact that she didn't notice the arrival of Caster's master until she was literally in her face, catching her quite by surprise. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise though, though she did feel a little uncomfortable with her being so close, which was... weird. Deciding to ignore the discomfort she set the plate down, still continuing to comb her hair, and leaned in a little closer. "We're supposed to get along huh? Well I certainly do hope we do. Getting along with such a beautiful girl would be like a dream come true." Even as she flirted, Shani could quite shake the feeling that there was something wrong. What it was though, she couldn't figure it out. She could sense no deception from her and reading her character just told her that she was the kind of person that followed her instincts pretty closely, though it seemed some of the more dangerous ones were being forcibly repressed. As strange as it was that she had those instincts in the first place, they alone shouldn't be making her uncomfortable. Well, whatever. It was probably something she could ignore.

That was until the woman tried to clap her on the shoulder and the Berserker's Battle Instincts went into overdrive.

With the speed of a heroic spirit Shani desperately yanked herself away before the hand could make contact, loosing her footing and crashing into a stack of treasure and causing her to lose her hold on her comb, the silver instrument flying across the room. Even Shani was shocked by what she had just done. Why? Why had she gotten the overwhelming feeling that it was dangerous for that woman to touch her? Is that what the bad bad feeling from before was? No. It wasn't that hard to figure out the reason. There was only one reason she shouldn't touch someone.

"You're undead?" She asked in disbelief.

Takumi98 LostHaven The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Hanarei]

Lancer of Light
Location: Driscoll Estate - Departing
Mentioned: Dante Verren QuirkyAngel

The trip on the plane was rather... strange for Lancer. It had been one thing being curious about soaring through the clouds, it was an entirely other event actually doing it. Rather then the any bumps or turbulence bothering her it seemed she was instead quite excited. She was never the type to get very nervious of things, with much of her fear instead being turned instead into a sort of thrilling adrenaline rush for her. She couldn't help but stare out the window a large part of the trip not even seeming to care about the luxury of first class. Even if it was just mostly clouds she couldn't help but hope to see some mythical creature flying through the sky.

After the initial thrill of landing she already felt a tinge of disappointment the plane ride was over. At the very least her curiosity had been sated. She followed closely behind her Master keeping more alert now that they were in public. It wasn't likely an attack would be done out in public, but given the entire situation of the war it seemed like a far more likely possibility. Her eyes lingered as they passed a particular stand seemingly selling various stuffed animals as her eyes drifted upon it perhaps a bit longer then they should. The woman quickly diverted her eyes seeming to realize her lingering gaze a light blush forming on her cheeks as she looked elsewhere as they found their way to the car rental place as she stood watch noting her Master's rather antsy behavior despite his attempts of seemingly trying to hide in impatience. Getting into the car she was rather quiet not speaking up at all until they arrived and her Master spoke.

"Yes." Derim responded very quick and to the point with a nod just as openly skeptical of the entire situation. Giving Charles a warning seemed like it would only signal to someone else if they planned to ambush them that they were aware and would make them even more cautious in their approach. She leaned more that it was the truth about meeting other allies given their way their message was received but it never hurt to be cautious. She knew first hand of those who might offer peace yet had their own selfish intentions hidden underneath. She watched as Charles knocked on the front door standing alert by his side glancing around casually scoping out the area. Even if it was an ally it never hurt to get an idea of your surroundings should anything go wrong, not to mention it was always nice to take a little time to admire your surroundings.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Lawrence and Anna Finkle

Location: Old Finkle villa near Patras, Greece. ​

The estate appears to be old. Not unlivable by any means, but the occasional overgrown weed that could be spotted here and there, and the bits of moss clinging to the stone walls suggest that the building hadn’t been lived in until recently. Not to mention the prevailing silence. One would expect such a large residence to have a plethora of servants to attend to it. However, no worker, whether a gardener or a caretaker, could be spotted within the premise.

If there was anything noteworthy about the villa, it was the numerous flower beds that occupied the front lawn. The various colorful blossoms would appear as regular decorations to normal people. Perhaps an attempt to brighten up the residence. However, those educated in the magical ways might recognize some as ingredients for potions of the more deadly variety.

Black birds flew from the treetops surrounding the villa as Charles knocked on the door.

For a good minute or so, there was no response.

Then the door to the mansion slowly creaked open as a pair of blue eye peered out at Charles and Lancer, seeming to assess them suspiciously. The eyes lit up when the landed on the back of Charles hand, where his white command seals were spotted. The door was quickly shut and the sound of undoing locks could be heard. When it opened again, this time much wider, Lawrence stood beaming before them.

“So glad you could make it! I was worried you might’ve gotten lost. Archer would’ve given you proper directions to our current residence I’m sure, but he does tend to get…distracted…by beautiful women.”

Flashing a warm smile at the girl who was most likely Lancer, Lawrence ushered the master and servant pair in. “Come in! Come in! Don’t be shy~ The food will get cold otherwise!”

The cape-wearing man helped Charles with any belongings he might’ve brought. “This is one of our family’s older villas so I apologize if it's a little musty. Barely used in fact, but since it was the only one we have located in Greece, my sister and I decided it would be a prime place to reside in for the war. For Archer's sake, at least.”

The two were lead up the staircase and down a couple of halls until they finally stopped at what appeared to be a dining area. Only a small section of the obnoxiously long table was occupied with food. And, among the many seats, only a single girl sat—her back straight and her hands folded on her lap in a polite fashion. A teenager from the looks of it, with russet hair—a section of which was clipped up into pigtails.

“Where’s Archer?”

“He had to leave, I’m afraid. Ms Rika called just moments before you arrived, requesting his assistance.”

Lawrence blinked. “Rika did? Really? That lone wolf that went off on her own thinking she can win the war without any help actually asked for our assistance. Things must be bad then.”

“I worry something as gone wrong as well…”

Lawrence snorted. When he’d pointed out to her the identity of one of the dark masters of the war, he hadn’t expected her to take Saber and go barreling after the guy on her own. It was Assassin that noticed. When he went on one of his obligatory trips to the Magus Association headquarters, there’d been a young man that had been arguing with one of the older members. The command seals had only started to appear then, a single black smudged unnoticed by even the young man himself while he argued, but Lawrence had been keeping track of him as a potential enemy through an associate ever since.

“Ah, well. No point in thinking negatively! Today is a day for celebration! We finally meet one of our comrades in this long and obscure war for the grail! You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting. Searching. Therefore introductions must be in order!”

Tossing his cape with a flourish, Lawrence raised the back of his hand, which still possessed 3 white command seals. “I am Lawrence Finkle, head of the Finkle Family and former Master of Assassin. This, lovely lady sitting over there, is my sister Anna Finkle—Master of Archer and the head chef who made our meal for tonight!”

“How do you do,” Anna also showed her hand, though in a less dramatic way than her brother had. It wouldn't do to have their allies doubt them.

Hanarei
Dante Verren
(mentioned: cojemo )

 

[Takumi98]

Hakan was so glad when his feet finally touched the ground, because his stomach churned a bit uneasily for most of the ride, but he was glad Shani seemed to enjoy herself for the most part. Once inside Fafnir's lair, he didnt necessarily care much about the riches inside, the architectural layout caught most of his curiosity when looking at it compared to what else there was to see of the nearby residence it was connected to from outside.

Hearing Shani's distress caused him to initially glance over in worry, but the root cause of it eased that worry away in seconds. Then Ava appeared and Hakan considered her a bit more laid back than he initial assumed she'd be, but it was a nice change of pace in his opinion.

"I hope we get along well enough, in all honesty." He spoke up with a chuckle.

"!" He quickly turned his head to where Shani had been beside him moments before, to where she had practically threw herself moments later when Ava tried to clap them both on the shoulder. Despite not paying Ava's action too much mind, concern and confusion surfaced then, unsure of what was wrong for Shani to react like that so suddenly.

"Sha-" he started, only for the servant's question to cut him off, and behind his bangs his brows furrowed at it. Undead? Shani had an aversion to undead if that reaction was anything to go by, but if this Master was undead, then how...

The cogs were definitely turning for a moment, and even if you couldn't see his eyes past his bangs one could tell by the way his lips pursed in thought.


Shani, you alright? He asked through their mental link, before pulling away from Ava to offer a hand to help the Berserker class servant up.

Ian Temero LostHaven The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Dante Verren]

Charles wasn’t expecting someone to answer the door the minute he knocked, but the long minute of awkward silence was another thing he didn’t expect. Maybe he had made a wrong turn at some point and this was really an abandoned villa? It certainly looked old and fancy but he couldn’t say that it was abandoned. Or maybe he had been given incorrect directions? Man, that would really suck if he had been given wrong directions and showed up at a civilian’s door. Though he would soon have his answer.

A pair of blue eyes appeared at the door and caught Charles slightly of guard. Instinctively he took a step backwards and greeted the eyes with a smile. “Hello there. My name is Charles Driscoll and I believe you sent a special messenger to come find me.” As Charles finished speaking the eyes seemed to widen as if they found something interesting, then the door quickly shut. A few clings and a few clangs later the door opened revealing the host of this gathering. Let’s just say that Charles could definitely tell that this man was a mage. The outfit alone screamed Magus.

After being greeted by the man Charles quickly grabbed his one Trunk and the bag he had already slung over his shoulder. The man was already inviting them into their home, or was base of operation a better term? Either way he shouldn’t have to help Charles carry his own things. “Please don’t worry about it the least I can do is carry my own things.” Pulling the trunk behind him Charles followed the man inside. Listening quietly Charles couldn’t help but be impressed that he owned multiple villas. Charles wasn’t fond of the way he smiled at Derim but at the very least he would admit his knew found ally would be very resourceful.

Charles wasn’t sure what they were talking about when they mentioned Archer being called away, but it was probably important so Charles did his best to follow along. What ever it was it sounded bad form the way they were talking. Luckily the man at the table seemed to be one for introductions and theatrics as he completely shifted the atmosphere around. Lawrence and Anna Finkle. Before Anna was introduced Charles could already tell the two were related by looks alone. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lawrence and Miss Anna. I believe you already know who I am since you found my house. Just in case my name is Charles and I look forward to working with you all in the war.” Still smiling he turned to look at Derim, “Do you want to introduce yourself?”

Hanarei QuirkyAngel

 

[LostHaven]

Caster of Light
Fafnir's Lair | Ian Temero The One Eyed Bandit Takumi98

It hadn't taken long for Ava to get up front and personal with the Berserker. In fact, it'd taken her less than moments to have her face shoved right in front of Shani. As Fafnir lay idly on a pile of gold coins, her thoughts drifted elsewhere. How long ago, had it been, when it had been this lively in the palace? She couldn't say for sure, but it had been far too long. If Caster had to guess, it must have been back then...

An uncharacteristically forlorn frown appeared across Fafnir's face, though it were gone in an instant. Puffing up her cheeks, Fafnir let out a sigh of relief after assuring that nobody saw such a revolting expression tarnish her face. Well, at least she hoped so, as the others were too busy with some sort of undead business, or something. It took Fafnir a while to understand what was going on, and when she did, she let out a laugh. "Ha! So my white-haired master was a Dead-Apostle after all!" She declared loudly, still very confused regarding what in Hel Ava was. She had chosen not to dwell on the subject, which would serve to confuse the dragon even further, but now that Berserker had mentioned it, the entire subject began to befuddle Caster again. She could have sworn the thing wasn't entirely dead apostle... Like, a myriad of different beasts all mashed into one. A chimera, perhaps? At this point, Caster must have stopped caring.

Her eyes drifted back toward Berserker, backed against the wall and baring teeth like a cat. Caster noticed the comb flying into the sea of glittering treasures, noting to herself that it was probably lost forever under the mountain of money. Crossing her arms, Caster gave Berserker an almost-disapproving stare. "Oh, pitiful Berserker! To think you'd be scared to death by a weirdo of a master who could probably never integrate into modern society!" Of course, Caster was completely oblivious to her own hypocrisy.

The shenanigans did serve to amuse Caster, even for a short while. However, she soon realized that deathly boredom was returning. After all, there was only so much one could do with a pile of coins. Fafnir sighed. She wanted to fight something. "I'm bored now..." She grumbled grumpily as she retrieved a smartphone (god knows how she managed to get her claws on one in that pantsless outfit of hers) from the ground, and slouched over. "I'm ordering more pizza..." She continued muttering to herself as she began the ritual to summon forth and pizza guy. "Can this thing do anything else other than summoning pizza?"

 

[Prince_]

Rider of Dark

Garm simply nodded, absorbing as much of the information he could. He knew he was completely clueless... last he walked on this plane, the world was a much different place. "Magic. Truly a force to surpass the Norns... Or was. I do believe thou in the dwindling of magic. It no longers saturates the air... dust and other foreign filth possess that role now." Garm 's face slightly wrinkled, his eyes filled with disgust, thinking about the smell of the city air. "But it does sound like those fools in robes to be concerned at the lifeforce in their årer which they never spill. Thou... seem to possess a Krigers ånd... Gah... what's your common's tongue's name for it... Viking... no, Warrior's Heart? Spirit? One of those two..."

"Saint Paul's... Cathedral? Well. If we will find allies for this conflict there, we must make haste, wherever it lies on Yggdrasil. However, we'll have to scout the area around there if we arrive within 3 trips of Sol's carriage." Garm said, drawing his blade, observing it for a moment, before resheathing it. He seemed somewhat restless. The moment the bats flew out, his sword flew out of his sheath, and he proceeded to slice one in half, before realizing what'd he'd done. "Apologies. I happen to be somewhat... on edge. After that fight with... that acquaintance of mine." His eyes became distant, staring out towards some endless nothingness.

"Better parts of London... thou should not try too hard... there must be better locations than that. Er, Area we just left. And mattress... must be some hay or fur around to make yourself comfortable with. Some trapper or hunter must be nearby... or not. Considering the grievous amount of noise." Garm let the words loose.

Garm's eyes widened hearing Jack's terms. Or rather lack of terms. "Freedom? No... chains? Whatever... I want? Thou art lucky, some people I know would lock thou in a box with food and go and rip down the pillars that hold stone cities up, and burn whatever remains covered in the rubble. But I'm not one of those... monsters. No. Bless thou self for thou gift of freedom. Something I've craved... I spent... an eternity, chained to Helheim. I was expecting to fight thou's war... not mine. I accept your terms, whatever thou name happens to be? We can rest here. I'll remain on guard... no telling if that puppet of the all-father saw you." Garm smiled underneath his mask. "And, thou still hasn't answered my question, what is a clock?"

To be free. Maybe there was a reason this scrawny magician was going to be his master.


QuirkyAngel ​

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 2:41pm​

After parting ways with Rider it took all her efforts just to arrive at school on time. Fortunately she had done just that, showing up with a few minutes to spare. The day drug on as normal. Hell, she often forgot about all the weird things that had happened as everything just seemed to be same shit, different day. But that last remaining symbol on her hand made sure to drag her back to reality. Like it or not, it all was real. Her friends picked up on her off behavior and questioned her more than once to which she always told them it was nothing. Last thing she needed was to drag them into some war to save the planet. Eventually the final bell rung and the school day had finally concluded. As she picked up her back and put away her books her friends came over, asking if she wanted to hang out. "Sorry, I've got plans tonight. Next time, ok?" The two girls looked at each other, then back to her before the brunette piped up. "Plans?" She knew how nosy they were, simple vague responses wouldn't cut it. Finishing packing her back she heft it up over her shoulder and gave them a nod. "Yeah, my cousins are in town and I promised I'd take them to a cafe after school."

In hind sight she probably should have actually thought up a story instead of just pulling something out of mid-air. But what's done is done. Unfortunately she didn't receive the 'oh, cool, cya' that she had wanted. Instead the pair of girls just smiled with the blonde chiming in. "We'll tag along, it's not often we get to meet family members of yours!" Vita was flustered by the proposition, wracking her brain with some excuse that would finally placate the two busy-bodies. "Ah.. Uh.. Well, they're younger, like middle schoolers right? It'll be more a chore than anything else, I wouldn't wanna drag you two along for that." Barely getting the words out the Brunette was already saying "Don't worry about it!" As the blonde seemed positively radiant at the mention of them being younger. "Yeah, I adore kids! It wont be a chore at all!" She was sure she was digging herself deeper with every word but she had gone too far to give up just yet. "Well, they're shy and are-" Not even being allowed to finish the blonde grabbed her wrist and started to pull her from the classroom. "All the more reason to introduce them to us!" As much as she loved these two, it was times like this that their stubbornness was well and truly a pain in the ass.

With a sigh of defeat she relented, picked up the pace to walk beside her friends, and listened to them talk excitedly about meeting her 'cute adorable little cousins'. She could only hope the pair would play along with her lie, and that the younger twin had gotten over this morning's incident. As the trio made their way to the school's front she realized she had no way of contacting the twins, nor did she set up any way of meeting them. They always just seemed to... appear.. whenever they wanted. Coming to a stop she offered her friends a "Gimme a sec, gotta call em." As she fished out her phone. Taking a few steps away she pretended to dial in a number before talking as if someone had answered. "Heya, Tran, it's Vita.... Can you meet me by the school entrance?" Her eyes searched her surroundings, as if she'd find them lurking about. But at least one of them was obviously a telepath, and they seemed to keep close tabs on her, so hopefully they'd pick up on her attempt. Her gaze fell on the sidewalk outside the front of the school, looking hopefully for the pair of identical faces. Or at least just one of them.

Cheyenne High School
Interactions: Misuteeku (Rider)​

 

[Jean Otus]

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Archer perched on one of the large metal eagles that crowned the top of what his grail-granted knowledge told him was the "Chrysler Building", surveying the city beneath him as he tried to quiet the cacophony in his head. Even with his supernatural mind, everything seemed like a twisted sea of pain, emotions, and violence. The sense of magical dissonance drove into his head like a spike. Where was that useless master? Or that other servant? Apparently, the people he had just now made his allies were incredibly rude, or perhaps he was just testy from the pain? He sat on the back of the great steel bird and massaged his temples, pacing himself back through the events he had just taken part in.

It had started the night of his summoning, during his first conversation with his master. Normally, such a conversation would affirm the summoned servant's relationship with their master, and the two would discuss their shared goals to cement the mutual factors of their relationship. Instead, his first encounter with his master had only brought conflict. It would seem that despite her considerable amount of magical energy, which doubtless made her a capable master, her personal goals were not up to the task. Archer and his compatriots in the faction of Dark were tasked with creating a brand new world, one free of the suffering, iniquity, and stagnation of the present one. Contrary to this cause, the old woman had wanted to rewrite some past mistake she had made in her little mortal life. Archer was frankly disgusted by how she clung to the world and her desire to change some small part of it. All that would have been forgivable, an error which the grail would sort out when they won the war. No, that was far from the heart of the problem.

She had nagged him, incessantly, about his own goal. All he wished was to exact revenge on the world that had profited from the fall of his golden reign. A pure, noble goal in line with that of the faction. With the incineration of the present world, everything that he despised would be swept away, an act of perfect revenge. But no, not to his master. She berated him from the moment of his summoning. He had hardly had the chance to taste their air of the modern world before his ears were filled with the insults of the old woman. The vile old hypocrite had called him petty, single-minded, distracted, weighed down only by past regrets. The constant insults slowly but surely woke his Madness Enhancement, driving his power higher and higher while also leading him to imagine all manner of violence against his master with rapacious desire.

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So he shot her. No, wait. There were some things before that, yes... First, he had met another servant from the faction. Lancer, such a wonderful character at first, speaking such words of perfect logic and sense, though she was now showing a terrible tendency to be late. Or was Archer still early, god the throbbing in his head. He had met with Lancer's master, and together they hammered out an agreement so that Archer could be free of his troublesome master. First, Archer would absorb as much of his master's magical energy as he could, then respectfully terminate the master-servant pact with his old master and form a pact with Lancer's master. So then he shot her. Yes, that was it.

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She had been quite an easy target, old, frail and slow moving. She hadn't expected the shots to come, always an advantage. The first shot severed the command seals from her body, the second her skull from her spine, and the other seven had just been for catharsis. After that initial rush though, the consequences of his deeds began to kick in. His loyalty trait punishing him for betraying his master. So now he sat, as his own spirit rebelled against his actions as he waited to form a new pact. Hopefully, that would stop the pain.

QuirkyAngel

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Where she'd been expecting to hear the clapping of her hand upon a shoulder, Ava was instead met the the frenzied clattering of metal against metal. Before she could lay so much as a finger on Berserker, the red-headed woman made a mad scramble in the other direction, tripping over herself and buying a one way ticket onto the floor of Faf's lair.

"Undead?" It took a moment for her to process what was going on. Did she mean like a Vampire? If she was honest, she didn't really know the answer to that question herself. Of course, both the Boss and the late Rasenddorfs had explained the fundamentals of her, uh, biology to her, but she wasn't really an expert. It was sort of like how, even if you could name every organ in your body, you still didn't really understand how it works.

"Dunno. No? I mean, I don't really feel like downing a flesh burger or a blood shake, so I'm pretty sure I'm like, good, yeah?" Speaking with a flippant tone, it was clear that Ava herself wasn't the most confident in her words. They were off the top of her head, without any real thought or contemplation. It wasn't like the subject was all that important anyway. Faf was even making light of the situation, in that weirdly long winded way of hers.

"Anyyywho... Feel free to make yourselves at home or whatever, it's Faffy's place so you can probably do whatever you want to it. I'm uh, going to go and get the Boss, she'll probably wanna talk to you about the fate of the world or some crap."

Ian Temero Takumi98 LostHaven

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider
​

During the few hours the Vita was gone, the older Rider had the pleasure of trying to calm down the rather wrathful, younger Rider. At first it started with a few, then it escalated to her making a few dents onto the concrete. If this had been a normal tantrum, then she would things would of been over quickly. She would talk, the younger Rider would listen, and they would go happily on after with their lives. Of course, with the younger Rider being as mad as a bull, it wasn't going to happen. So she had to wrestle her sister into submission. Being the more 'mature' more sibling, and her younger sister being the more 'childish,' she had instantly won the wrestling contest with the younger Rider begging her to stop, out of embarrassment.

After the younger Rider had finished calming down to a degree, the older Rider knew that it was going to be reignited when she saw their master again, she had informed her everything that had happened. She was hit by a truck and apparently they were enemy servants in the cities when it had occurred. No doubt they were in search for their master and them. Thankfully, her sister managed to go incorporeal and managing to gain enough distance to lose their pursuers. The older Rider sighed, they needed to be extremely more careful next time. They needed to claim more cities before the initiate battle.

Her sister had then turned incorporeal and went off to god who knows what. The older Rider merely shook her head and to turn a few corners to reach Vita. She was probably done with school by now, based on the information she had received. Now seeing the orange haired girl, she noticed there were a few other people. Strange. Her master had friends? It was a wonder how Vita made friends with that fiery temper of hers... Of course being pulled into a situation with two seemingly crazy 'middle school students' would do that to someone. "Did you need something, Vita?" the older Rider said as she reached Vita. "My sister is off no where, so you don't have to worry about her for the time being."

Xel

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Changwei Shu

Location: Manhattan, New York.

​

Changwei Shu had seen it coming. That one of their own would die early in the war, killed by their own Servant, and that the Servant would be Masterless. Therefore he had been prepared. He had volunteered to meet with the Archer team of their faction, though he generally chose to remain in his room when tasks were assigned. He had Lancer initiate contact with Archer who had apprehensions about his Master and suggest a shared contract.

It wasn’t because he craved power. Having a second Servant was probably more draining for him than it was helpful. More than likely he’d be requiring Judith’s assistance in helping to maintain their ally in the physical world anyway. His magic circuits were higher in quality than quantity.

No.

It was simply fascination.

There were very few records of a Servant directly killing their Master while command seals were still intact. More often it was done via indirect means. Changwei imagined it was possible because of Archer’s Madness Enhancement and a perceived violation of their contract. He wondered what could’ve driven Archer to do such a thing. The mindset it took to betray ones master—to hate the world enough to want it reset.

That was probably the reason he still participated in the Holy Grail War, even when knowing the outcome should they succeed. Such characters interested him...perfect for the novel he was working on.

Master, are you sure about this? Taking on such a traitorous Servant...

"Of course."

If he is able to kill his first master, there's no telling when he'll snap and kill his second one. I'd advise caution when dealing with him.

Changewei nodded, glancing up at the Chrysler Building where Archer was perched. “Your worry does me honor and I shall keep that in mind, my Dear Empress.”

Of course, he knew she didn't like sharing either. Changwei took the elevator up while Lancer followed in spirit form. While there were many people inside, most didn't pay him any mind, too busy with their day to day lives. So long as he looked like he belonged, none questioned him. Exciting into the opening balcony, Changwei tucked his hair behind his ear as strong winds blew.

Not the ideal meeting place for one who was uncomfortable with heights.

“I do apologize for the wait, Archer.” He approached the white-haired figure on the eagle. It didn’t take much to tell that the Servant was unhappy. Whether it was due to having killed his master or having to wait for Changwei to make his way up the floors, the Asian man couldn’t say. Even seers weren’t entirely omnipotent, especially when it came to matters of the psyche. “Heights aren’t really my thing. Though I’m sure you took the opportunity to think long and hard on your decision. Pushed aside any lingering regrets.”

Changwei looked out at the view of Manhattan from atop a skyscraper.

“While you still exist as a Servant in this war, there’s a chance that another Master might be chosen for our side. Until then, supporting each other is only natural course of action. We still need you in this fight. If you agree, then let us make an oath here. ” Pulling up his sleeve to reveal 3 command seals shaped to resemble eyes, Changwei continued simply, since he saw no point in procrastinating. Archer didn’t look like he would appreciate it either. “Thou shall come under my command, and my fate shall lie with thy sword. In accordance with the will of the grail and the Caretaker of Black which we follow. If you adhere to this will and reasoning, then answer…”

Jean Otus

 

[Ian Temero]

Shani - Berserker of Light
Ava's Estate - Italy​

Shani's thoughts were racing so fast that she nearly missed Hakan's telepathic question. Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. Just caught off guard. She answered, accepting his hand up. More than just caught off guard she was actually a little shaken up. It had been a really close. If she had been a second slower...

Of course, the potentially undead master in question had to go and make things even more confusing, claiming that she didn't know in a way that made it seam she didn't even care. She definitely wasn't lying but Shani knew for a fact that she couldn't touch her. Besides, how could someone not know if they were actually alive or not? It was such a shame too. The girl was so pretty and overflowing with mana that she was considering asking her to be a secondary mana source. She was going to just brush it all off with a cool, flirty comment, like 'I should have known nothing alive could be so pretty.', but as she opened her mouth to speak the girl sitting on the pile of gold decided to chide her. It was a bad choice.

Whether or not she had meant to, Fafnir had just mocked Shani's oaths and devotions, and the offended girl turned on her. "Well excuse me for having values." She shot at her, almost growling. "Some of us have oaths to uphold, you know. Some people vow not to have sex. Some people choose not to drink. Some people swear not to touch dead bodies. And some people Caster, most in fact, promise not to kill their own family." This last part she emphasized, a jab at the Servant that may not have been completely called for, but the vindictive Berserker didn't really care.

"Now where the hell is my comb?" She demanded, realizing that she had lost it during the incident and started to look round. However the longer she searched for it and didn't find it, the more agitated she became. "Fuck." she snarled as she picked up a fork and tossed it behind her back. Spotting a glint of silver she waded over to it only to find that it still was not her precious item. "Fuck!" Another mistaken item and another waste of time and effort. "Fuck!" After picking up another item that wasn't the comb she finally snapped. "WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?" she roared, chucking the plate in her hand across the room so hard it buried itself into a pillar and kicked a pile of treasure, launching its contents across the room. She was so angry that she wasn't limiting her strength and was starting to draw mana from Hakan. But she wasn't thinking about that. All she was thinking about was the comb, and after everything she had already lost she could not lose that too.

Takumi98 LostHaven The One Eyed Bandit

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Saber of Darkness
Hospitals really were quite dreary. White walls. White floors. Men dressed in white. It was a wonder any sort of healing can be done in such a drab place. Saber knew what they were, of course. Every era had its own form of medical care. The grail had given him sufficient information. He was also well-traveled enough to know that such advanced technologies/medical practices were not equal in all parts of the world.

Where his master was from, for example, the healing methods were more reminiscent of his time.

Well, healing for non-mages that is.

Saber had to wait for the human to wake up in order to interrogate him. It was a surprisingly easy—the human all too happy to share his misfortune with the stranger that helped him. By the end of their interaction, Saber was able to confirm that the girl on the newspaper was indeed the victim of the car accident. If she was able to survive that, there was little doubt in Saber’s mind that the child was a Servant. Or, at the very least, she couldn’t be human.

Further investigation (questioning of the humans regarding the girl on the newspaper), revealed that many in the town did recognize her. Some even adored her—the child that came to town requesting their help to ‘save the world’. However, they weren’t by any means brainwashed. They still kept a sense of self. Assassin’s young Master was right. Nothing about this situation was normal. The only thing Saber could think of was a powerful charm. Why, though?

Did the Servant intend to utilize human souls as a form of mana nourishment? Did the adoration of humans somehow strengthen them?

“Well, Master? What do you think?” Saber spoke to one of the chimera-like familiars his master like to create. It was perched on his shoulder, its colorful wings folded. “ If the Servant intends to use all the humans in this city to do their dirty work, it might be easier just to burn down the entire city. Wipe out all their minions in one go.”

​

“I’ll trust your judgment, Saber, but I’d rather you not make such a spectacle so soon. It also might make some of our allies uncomfortable.”

“Did it go well?”

“Yes. If all goes as planned, we’ll be able to meet our new allies in 3 days time at St. Paul’s Cathedral.”

“I see. Would you like me to be back by then?”

“Ideally, yes. However, I would like you to prioritize your current mission. Maintaining our alliance means helping our allies out when they need it. The fact that there are potential enemies in America is a bonus.”

“And what should I do when I encounter them?”

“Did Alan Martin have any specific plans?”

“Not really.” Saber rolled his eyes. “The child was busy with his game. Though, I believe he just wanted Assassin to investigate Cheyenne. I’m here to assist case things get dangerous. ”

“Then do as you see fit.” The bat creature hopped off his shoulder to bury itself in the folds of his jacket.

Nodding, Saber left the hospital and entered his parked vehicle, prepared to drive the rest of the way to Cheyenne. The city wasn’t very far from Laramine. An hour at most. He still didn’t know where Assassin was—whether he had located the Servant that they both sensed in Laramine or if he was simply following Saber under presence concealment. Saber’s role was bait, after all.

In that case, he probably should be making a more spectacular show of himself.

But his Master had also said not to make too much of a spectacle.

What to do, what to do?

Saber hummed in thought as he made the rest of the way to Cheyenne in the regular human fashion. Discarding his disguise and traveling as Servant would be much faster. However, Saber wasn’t in any particular hurry. Besides, if he was going to rent a car, he might as well use it.

(mentioned: Xel , Misuteeku , simj26 )

 

[Hanarei]

Lancer of Light
Location: Finkle villa
Mentioned: Dante Verren QuirkyAngel

Derim had remained quiet on the way there. Her time outside had been spent observing her surroundings getting an idea of it. It didn't hurt to have awareness of where you were in case an exchange were to happen. A fighter had to be aware of their surroundings to fully exploit them after all. Lawrence's introduction elicited Lancer's attention both from a sense of caution as well as curiosity. She had a talent for observing people to make a judgement about them, at least as far as their physical conditioning went. It wasn't at all hard to tell the man was a magus himself... or at the very least one engaged in such a lavish lifestyle. Humanity as a whole was in parts was disappointing to see how frail people were. While she wouldn't expect a civilian to be kept in the peek physical shape it was evident so much luxury had spoiled people since her time.

At the comment of 'beautiful women' Lancer seemed to look unwavering not seeming to really take all that much to such a compliment. She was fine with being praised in such a way to an extent though the context she couldn't lie irked deep inside within her. She knew it wasn't likely his intention so it was something she simply suppressed only giving a delayed nod as if to acknowledge the compliment before heading inside following along side her Master remaining quiet for the time being. Arriving into what seemed to be the dining hall her eyes caught sights of the woman which turned out to be his sister. She lightly nodded in response remaining quiet allowing her Master to introduce himself first before asking her if she wanted to do so. She looked a bit sternly at him for asking, seeming to be something quite obvious in her mind she should introduce herself if he wasn't going to just say who she was himself. Derim stepped forward bowing her head lightly in response.

"Lancer of Light, although if you wish to address me by a name the name Derim will work as an Alias. It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Lawrence, my Lady Anna." She spoke seeming to emphasize Anna giving her a bit more prominent title. It was out of habit in her culture to show particular respect to women. She had been groomed when she was young to act in such a way and being a woman herself wouldn't change that. For her she always acted like she was another one of the men when it came to her conduct at times of showing respect to others... at the very least when they treat you with respect as well. Despite her formal greeting, she saw it forward to speak up further.

"You mentioned former Master of Assassin?" She asked working off what he had said earlier in his greeting as to inquire more information.

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 2:45pm​

Her gaze was pulled to the now-familiar voice speaking up near her. Well, at least that confirmed that they were always nearby. Swiping her phone she slipped it back into her pocket as she faced the girl. "Ah, there you are." The mention of the younger one being off somewhere was a bit of relief. She really didn't want to have to deal with her and her friends at the same time. Her friends, for their part, quickly realized Vita was talking to a young girl and sped over, creating a half-circle with Vita at the center as they stared between the girl and her. "Is she your cousin?" The brunette quickly asked, to which Vita gave a nod and a glance towards the girl. "Yeah, this is my cousin Tran. Her sister decided to run off with her friends so looks like you wont be able to meet her." The two girls beamed happily at Rider. "Tran, huh? That's a weird name." "She's so cute!" Before she could get a word in edge-wise the two girls took a small half-step forward, the blonde taking the lead as she rested her hand on her chest. "Nice to meet you, Tran, my name's Amy." The brunette immediately followed up with her own introduction. "And I'm Nadia."

Vita finally, somewhat roughly, shoved the two back as she spoke in a loud and mildly annoyed tone. "Yes yes, calm down will ya?" She glanced between her over-excited friends before looking down at Rider, offering her an apologetic smile. "Don't mind them, they just like kids and got too excited about hearing I had a cute cousin. But yeah, these are my friends and when they heard of our plans to go to the cafe they insisted on tagging along." "We wanted to meet you!" "Yeah!" The pair quickly threw their two cents in causing Vita to roll her eyes. "Anyways, let's get a move on alright?" She placed a hand on each of her friends backs and more pushed than guided them forward in the direction of the cafe Rider had noted that morning. The blonde-haired girl did a sort of spin to get out of Vita's grasp to make her way to walk beside the little girl. "So, Tran, how old are you?" The brunette wasn't far behind in weaseling out of her grasp to pop up on the other side of the young girl, chiming in with her own question. "Tran's an interesting name, where are you from?" She looked over her shoulder at the trio and let out a small sigh. She just had to hope that Rider was capable of handling the barrage of questions she'd be subjected to throughout the trip.

Streets of Cheyenne
Interactions: Misuteeku (Rider)​

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider
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The Older Rider was inwardly raising an eyebrow at Vita calling her over with company. Wasn't it preferable that she should be involved within her friend group? Well, she shouldn't question her Vita's decisions. It was pretty harmless to involve her into her friend group, all she had to was make sure that she didn't accidentally inflict her Noble Phantasm upon them. Now, aside from Vita's interesting decision, there was the part that Vita had introduced her as her cousin to her two friends. Deciding to play along with the act, a small smile was plastered onto her face. With a now softer voice, she addressed the teens. "Nice to meet you, Amy," She then turned her head to the other, "And Nadia." At least it was blessing in disguise that neither of them knew that her name was a Vietnamese surnames rather than a given name. After this, she would have to dump the bucket to Vita that it wasn't her actual name.

Her eyes followed Vita as she pushed and reprimanded her friends, seemingly annoyed by their antics. Rider nodded to what had Vita had said, slightly forgiving the duo for their 'excitement' of meeting her. "Okay," The Older Rider responded, not minding the extra company that would tag along. They then had went towards the direction towards the cafe with Vita trying to 'manhandle' her friends to go there. Like mice they had escaped and now they were barraging her questions. She could practically hear Vita's small sigh as she had watched her friends harass the Older Rider. The Older Rider could no doubt take care of two curious teenagers. After all, they were nothing compared to addressing hundreds of people a day in her shared kingdom. "I'm thirteen, and I was born in Texas." The Older Rider lied. It was better to state that she was born here rather than coming from Vietnam. It was better that way since she did not know what Modern Vietnam was like.

Through the shared link between Master and Servant, the Older Rider spoke. "Vita, we have to talk later. It's urgent." Vita needed to be prepared when the enemy servants have arrived. With these two around, she cannot openly discuss or even think it towards to her without Vita acting out. With her other link to her sister, she contacted her. They needed to do everything in their power to protect Vita, so they did what needed to be done. The younger Rider, somewhere in the city, began a call.

Xel

 

[Takumi98]

' Well, I'm glad you're alright, I'll make sure whatever just happened won't happen again just to be safe.' While he didn't fully understand it, he could assume enough out of the events that happened to hopefully prevent it from happening again.

So much for getting along. Hakan wasn't a big fan of Caster's tone, and would of chastized her himself if Shani hadn't, and upon her rising anger he winced slightly as she began to drain him of mana. Her yelling on top of that made his head ache just slightly.

"Hey, Shani...we'll find it. Just take a couple deep breaths and try to calm down, okay?" He assured, hoping to calm the Berserker down while also keeping any strain or tiredness from his voice in case it may worry her. Though he felt the need to address Caster, in case she thought of coming up with a retort that may or may not anger Shani any further.

Who knew he'd be the negotiator between two servants who could most definitely kill him if they so chose?

"Caster, before saying something like that please think about your words carefully for a moment." His tone was somewhat stern as he released a small sigh through his nose. Deciding not to add anything else to that, Hakan simply walked in the general area he had picked up the sound of coins scattered earlier. Sitting on his knees, he mentally sighed upon sitting and would've slumped if he didn't think that'd make his companion worry.

"Shani, try over here? I think I heard it in this general direction. If we can't find it, then we can try again later....or ask our dear friend Caster to help." He called, motioning for his servant to come look if she so pleased. Offering Caster to possibly help was, in a way, slight payback for Shani's anger and ultimately his body starting to feel tired and heavy like a sack of bricks.

Ian Temero LostHaven The One Eyed Bandit

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Lawrence and Anna Finkle

Location: Old Villa near Patras, Greece​

“Yes. Yes, I did.” Lawrence helped Anna pass around the plates. “Come. Eat. We can talk more while we enjoy the lovely meal Anna’s prepared for us.”

Picking a linen napkin from the table, Lawrence tucked it in collar before taking a seat at the head of the table. He cut into a chunk of sauce covered roasted lamb as he spoke. “Assassin was ambushed and defeated by the enemy Saber and Lancer. I don’t know the exact details, as I wasn’t there, but I do know she was in Italy when it happened. We had sent Archer and Assassin around the world to search for allies. However, only Archer returned with good news.”

Lawrence frowned as he put the slab of meat on his plate and moved onto the slices of pita bread . “If there’s one thing to be gleaned from this tragedy, it’s that the enemy Servants gained the assistance of Lancer’s master to find Assassin’s location. A clairvoyant from the sounds of it. An extremely good one too, if they were able to so accurately perceive into a Servant’s future—at least enough to make use of it."

“Modern magecraft shouldn’t affect any but the weakest Servants…” Anna had her napkin on her lap and her meal choice seemed only to be a small helping of Greek salad.

“Unless it’s something that affects the world rather than a single target,” Which sounded a bit too like true magic for Lawrence’s taste. He shrugged, took a bite of his food, chewed, then swallowed, before continuing. “This is all just speculation anyhow. It could just be that the conversation I’d managed to hear through Assassin was nothing more than a setup and that Assassin was being watched through other means. Regardless, it just goes to show that being alone in this war is no longer safe anymore.”

Lawrence met eyes with his sister. She nodded and he sighed.

“Charles, Derim, you two are free to stay here as long as you’d like. Ask us anything you’d like. We are allies, after all, and I would love to get to know you more. What little we know about you we learned from Archer, who was welcomed into your home. As for how he’d found your house, I can only imagine that he…well…”

“You can be honest, Brother.” Anna looked to Lancer of Light, blushed, and bowed her head. “I-It’s highly likely that my skirt-chasing Servant simply followed the prettiest girl he found while under presence concealment. He tends to do that a lot, as is his quest…or so he says. I deeply apologize if he offended you in any way. I’ll be sure to reprimand him when I meet with him.”

“When will you be going?”

“Tomorrow. I already bought the tickets when Ms. Rika called. I’m hoping to finish packing tonight and take the first flight to England in the morning.”

Lawrence nodded. “Be careful.”

“I will.”

“I myself plan on investigating Italy. There had to be a reason Assassin went there and I don’t want her death to be in vain. If nothing else, I’m going to pay Uncle Mordio in the main house a visit. There’s a…rumor…going around, both in the Church and the Association, that I want to confirm.” Lawrence looked to Charles and Lancer, a wry smile on his lips. “We’re really terrible hosts, aren’t we? You two have just arrived at this country and we’re already talking about leaving it. Of course, I don’t plan on leaving right away. I’ll still be staying here for another day or two so we can get better acquainted. Then I should be back in a week if nothing goes wrong. As promised, you guys can stay as long as you like. I'll adjust the bounded field so you guys have complete access to make use of this villa as you see fit. We do need someone to stay and guard the place I guess...but, to be honest, I’d much rather you two go with my little sister and watch over her instead.”

“Brother!” Anna flushed red.

“What? It’s dangerous for a cute girl like yourself to take a plane to another country all on your own. I have no idea what Rika’s up to either. She’s impulsive, that one. I don’t trust her and Saber not to be involved in something dangerous.”

Anna rolled her eyes, arms folded across her chest. “Ms Rika is fine. I’ll have Archer with me as well. If anything, I’d rather them go with you since Assassin is no longer around. If an enemy Servant discovers you are a Master of Light while in Italy, you’d be defenseless.”

You've got CHOICES! NPCs are splitting up! Who you choose to go with will determine where I focus the attention of the story (since I'm the sort of gm that follows the players~). 1. Go with Anna. 2. Go with Lawrence. 3. Stay and guard the old Greek villa. 4. Other (because other is always an option)​

Hanarei
Dante Verren
(mentioned: The One Eyed Bandit )

 

[LostHaven]

Caster of Light
Fafnir's Lair -> ??? | The One Eyed Bandit Ian Temero Takumi98

Fafnir suddenly jerked up from her quietness, taken aback by Shani's verbal assault. Her pupils suddenly narrowed and eyes widened, flashing dark yellow, venomous and spiteful as the dragon Fafnir should be. She almost let out an angered growl ignoring Shani's rampage as orange, draconic scales began to sprout along the back of Fafnir's hand. A dark miasma began emanating from Fafnir's body, as her presence went from almost unnoticeable to a terrible aura of madness and rage. Was she readying to release a Noble Phantasm of some form? Or was it something else entirely?

"Insignificant human! You think-" Her voice suddenly deepened, echoing through the halls of her treasury and driving chills down mortal spines. However, Fafnir stopped herself mid-sentence, actually taking Hakan's advice to heart. Something in her head whispered all forms of depravity to her, and for a moment, Fafnir considered ending the human, here and there.

Fafnir let out a forlorn sigh, staring into the ground. She was holding back tears. "You're right. Nobody in their right mind would actually kill their own parent, would they?" She stood still for a moment, before bolting out of the door in a fit of tears. Her agility wasn't high, and both masters would likely already know that she likely couldn't run far.

Yet, by the time anyone would even care to find Caster, the girl would have been long gone, leaving naught to point her tracks.

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 3:08pm​

"Texas huh? My guess was on some Asian country with a name like that. Or maybe India?" The brunette looked over at the Blonde with an inquisitive look on her face. "Does it sound Indian?" The blonde simply offered a shrug in response. "How the hell would I know? More importantly, what brings you over to no-where Wyoming?" She directed her focus back to the little girl, september wasn't really a time for visiting family cross-state. The brunette turned her attention back to the girl as well, quickly chiming in with her own "Yeah, what about school?" Not knowing how good the girl was at lying in situations like this Vita quickly interjected before Rider had a chance. "Ah, her school has some kind of local holiday or something. I don't really get it, but she's got the week off school so she came over for a visit." Was that good? That made sense, right? Her friends looked at her for a second or two before they both went 'Oooh.' in unison. Turning her gaze skyward she now fully realized just how many lies she'd have to think up on the spot to get through this little trip.

It was then that she heard Rider's voice echo in her mind, causing her to look over her shoulder at the girl. Damn telepaths, it wasn't fair that they could talk to her like that while she had no way of responding. It was creepy. Like having a stalker you don't notice or something. Nevertheless she simply gave the girl a subtle nod, not wanting to tip her friends off about anything. Of course, it couldn't be that urgent considering it could wait until after they ate. If it was that urgent wouldn't she just tell her via telepathy? Regardless their journey eventually lead them back to the cafe she and Rider had been near that morning. The entire trip had her friends constantly barraging the girl with questions. How she liked Texas? How Wyoming was compared to Texas. What bands she liked. Her favorite food. Etc. Etc. Honestly, for being a foreigner Rider seemed to handle herself just fine. Reaching the cafe she looked over her shoulder at the trio behind her and spoke up. "And we've arrived! This is the place Tran wanted to go to." She gave a nod at the Cafe for her friends.

The pair got grins on their faces, a fact that Vita knew meant she was about to be upset. The blonde grabbed Rider's hand and quickly pulled her forward, running into the shop with the brunette trailing right behind. They were all laughs as they called out "Vita's treating us!" "Yay!" Amy looked down at the girl she was dragging, letting her in on the situation as she opened the cafe door. "Vita's paying so order whatever you want!" Vita was caught off guard by their antics, she knew they were up to something but not that. All she could do was stammer out a "W-wha!? I never agreed to that!" before chasing after them. "I'll pay for Tran, you two freeloaders can buy your own shit!" The pair just laughed at the response, it was always so easy to rile Vita up and they never got tired of it.

Streets of Cheyenne
Interactions: Misuteeku (Rider)​

 

[Dante Verren]

Derim's stern glare before her introduction caught him slightly off guard, Did he do something wrong? Running through all the events that had just happened he tried to search for the answer but he couldn't think of anything. He would think about it more later because as it was right now he could feel his stomach rumbling at the delicious smell's that emanated from the food. Charles was also curious about Lawrence being the former master of assassin but he was also more then happy to sit down and eat. Today was definitely a lot longer then what he had originally intended. Before grabbing any of the food he looked over to Anna and gave her his thanks, "Thank you for the meal Miss Anna". After saying his thanks he closed his eyes and did a silent prayer.

Dishing himself up some of the meat and bread Charles listened quietly to Lawrence's tale about losing Assassin. The loss of a servant this early in the game was a huge blow to their side, and Assassin servants seemed pretty useful in this type of grail war. He wasn't exactly clear on what a clairvoyant was but from what he had heard it sounded like they were big trouble and needed to be taken care of sooner rather then later. From what he knew right now things seemed stacked against the light side. Hopefully they could turn everything around or this world was a goner. The mentioning of this RIka person brought a question to Charles's mind. What were the other masters of light like? So far the Finkle siblings seemed a bit odd but they also seemed trust worthy. If this Rika was reckless she could be a liability more then an asset and hurt there side even more. Man he really hoped the other members of the light faction were capable and trustworthy like how the Finkle's seemed.

When the conversation shifted towards the talk of strategy Charles was thrown into a bit of an internal crisis on what he should do. On one hand if Rika and Saber were doing something dangerous they would need support. Anna and Archer might be enough but it could also end up in the light faction losing both Archer and Saber. On the other hand Having Lawrence go alone to the location where a servant died was a really bad idea. It could be the lair of an enemy servant and he could be walking into a trap, and if it was a trap if Charles went with Lawrence then he would be taking Derim with him right into the jaws of the enemy. Man fighting on a team was a lot more stressful then going it solo. Defending the base didn't sound like a bad option, but would Charles be able to to forgive himself if something happened while he was sitting on his but doing nothing?

Finishing his last piece of bread Charles used a napkin to wipe away any crumbs that lingered on his face. Once he was finished with that he looked first over at Anna then to Lawrence. "If i is alright to ask there is some stuff I would like to know. The first thing is I would like to know any information retaining to Saber's Master Rika. The second is if there is a way to contact the both of you, a phone number or something like that. Having a way to contact Saber's master would also be appreciated if you have one. Any information that you have on any of our other allies would be good for me to know as well. Lastly I want to know if you have met or come in contact with the Caretaker of Light, and if you have do you know how to contact her again."

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