Fandom Fate/Drifters IC

[Misuteeku]

Rider
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The Older Rider watched as Vita's friends kept inquiring more and more. Thankfully, the Older Rider had the Younger Rider relay information to her when she was being questioned. How did the Younger Rider obtained such information? The Older Rider wouldn't know. Deciding to stay silent as Vita was speaking for her. While Vita and her friends were talking about, the Older Rider looked on and about around the city, checking her surroundings. Nothing seemed wrong, nor has she detected a servant's presence yet. So far so good, once they were done, she could finally inform Vita about the information she had received. As she turned around back to Vita and her friends, she noticed a few people looking at their general direction. While they were trying to hide their effort, they were doing a poor job at it.

Before she could confront them, Vita's friends decided to assault her with their questions. Internally sighing, she started to answer their questions. Her responses were very vague yet detailed at times. Again, the Younger Rider helped her by providing her information for the questions. She turned her back and saw the same people again. By then they had already entered in the cafe again. Rider once again found herself staring at the chairs, tables, etc. Her eyes caught onto the menu which was stuck above where the cashiers were. She didn't know exactly what she wanted, so she turned to Vita. "Hey, Vita can you pick a drink for me? I don't know what to pick" Vita probably had better tastes than her, so it couldn't hurt to ask. Plus, Vita was paying so she didn't mind.

"Hey, Phan. I need you to deal with the people that are watching us." The Older Rider said through the link. "Uh... About that, I'm kinda busy right now." A frown grew on the Older Rider's face. What was she doing that was more important than protecting Vita?

Xel

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 3:10pm​

Amy and Nadia both gave disapproving sounds, as they got in line. Not that they honestly expected Vita to pay. Her own gaze was pulled from the menu to look down at Rider as the girl asked her to pick out a drink for her. She brought a hand up to scratch the back of her head, her eyes returning to the menu as she looked it over. Even if Rider asked her that, it wasn't like she knew anything about the girl. How was she suppose to know what she'd like? Deciding to play it safe she decided on ordering a nice fruity drink for the girl and a latte for herself upon reaching the counter. Her friends had already gotten their drinks and left with a "We'll grab a table." As they waited for their drinks she looked back down at the girl, her voice quiet as she spoke. "Hey, you said earlier you had something to tell me. Why not just tell me through your telepathy? You said it's urgent after all..." The guy behind the counter returned with their drinks, to which she took hers and handed the other to Tran before heading off to the table her friends had snagged.

Sliding in across from them she acted as if nothing had happened, as if she had never said anything. Last thing she wanted was to tip her friends off to anything. The pair of girls across from them had largely exhausted their questions by that point, slowly falling back into idle chatter. They made sure to include Tran on whatever topic they were discussing. But they often drifted into subjects pertaining to school and the life of a teenager, things that it was hard to relate to a middle schooler. During a lull in conversation Vita looked over at Tran, then the drink. "Do you like it? Honestly I didn't know what kinda drink you'd like. If you don't like it I can get you something else." If nothing else she'd have to really sit down and have a proper talk with that girl once they were alone. She still didn't even really know who she was, where she came from, or anything beyond her being some psychic that wants to save the world. And she couldn't exactly fight alongside someone she didn't even know.

Streets of Cheyenne
Interactions: Misuteeku (Rider)​

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Lawrence Finkle

“Of course, of course,” Lawrence replied amiably. “Communication is important between allies. Let’s exchange phone numbers. I’ll give you Rika’s number as well, though I’ll advise against calling her too often. She tends to get a bit…peeved…when her personal line is intruded on for too long.”

Lawrence rolled his eyes.

While Lawrence and Charles traded phones, Anna excused herself upon finishing her meal to start packing. Should Charles proceed with the exchange would find the contact list on his mobile device updated to include Lawrence’s number, Anna’s number, and Rika’s number.

“Rika Santoki was an enforcer of the magus association. She and I knew each other from way back, even before she got her command seals, so there’s lots I can tell you about her childhood…but I guess it’s enough to say that she’s always been an independent sort of person. Self-sacrificial. Headstrong?” Lawrence shook his head. “She’s the youngest daughter of the Santoki family of mages living in Japan. She moved to Britain to study at the Clocktower, then eventually joined the association to work as an enforcer, chasing down rogue mages and mages with sealing designations until she quit three years ago, disappearing off the face of the earth. No one really knows why. I didn’t…at least until I received my command seals. By then, it was she that contacted me.”

Lawrence shrugged. “She and Saber are the only ones, as far as I’m aware, who’ve met with the Caretaker of Light. They were the ones to tell us about the true meaning behind this war and their quest hunt down all the Masters and Servants of Dark. Really gung-ho about it too. To be honest, I found it a bit hard to believe myself…that such beings exist out there that can reset the world.” The young head of the Finkle house slouched back in his seat, spinning wine glass in his hand. “What does resetting the world even mean? Back to the stone ages? Will the world be destroyed? Will an alternate timeline be created? Will humanity simply cease to exist? There are too many unknown variables in this war to say for certain…but, if there is one thing I do know, it’s that I’ve never known Rika Santoki to be liar. I’ve never known her to be anything but a realist either. She truly believes that by eliminating all the members of the opposing faction, the resetting of the world can be prevented.”

He placed the glass back on the table. “If there’s anyone who can tell you how to get in contact with the Caretaker of Light it’d be her. Though, from the way she describes it, I’d say it’s the Caretaker that contacts her and not the other way around. If you do manage to find a way, please clue me in as well. I also have things I would like to discuss with our faction's Caretaker...”

Pushing the chair back, Lawrence got to his feet, smiling at both Charles and Lancer. “You two must be tired from all the traveling. If you’re done with your meal, I can show where your rooms are. We have a bunch of guest rooms in this villa so feel free to choose whichever you like. You don’t have to decide your plans right away. Discuss with each other. Rest on it a bit. However, Anna will be leaving in the morning. I still have bit of research to do, calls to make, but I'll be purchasing my ticket to Italy soon as well.”

Dante Verren , Hanarei

 

[Jean Otus]

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Archer bowed his head and placed his hand over his heart, giving his assent to the new pact. Immediately he could feel the pressure lift as his transgressions were forgiven and a new pact of loyalty was forged. The treacherous king smiled at his new master and the servant he now shared mana with.

"I promise to serve you well, my master. As a fellow man of books and letters, I believe that I will be able to anticipate your will and execute your enemies with all due swiftness." Archer said with only a touch of facetiousness. "With me at your side and the fetching Lancer managing the front lines, the light faction will crumble before us." Archer then turned his attention to the city that opened up beneath him. With the piercing pain in his spirit gone he could feel the full breadth of his powers return. From here he could see to the ground, focus on the features of the individual people milling about below, and sense how he would need to aim to perfectly intercept one of the wayward night hawks with a shot. He could see down the avenues and alleys of the city, into the windows of the apartments of warm families and across the huddled frames of the poor that slept on the street. He, at last, felt reborn after the oppressive reign of his last master. Archer had not felt so free since the holy crown had been placed on his head; however, something was still missing. A nagging feeling pulled at his gut.

It would seem that the king was hungry.

Yes, his master's mana, though deliciously potent, was not enough to fully fuel two servants unaided. Realizing this and that he could easily fix this issue, he turned to his master and offered a solution.

"I apologize for the strain my contract might put on you, Master. I know I consume more than I perhaps should. Therefore I suggest that you allow me to patrol tonight, and along the way, as I hunt for our enemies, I will take my fill of mana from the life force of the fetid city beneath us. I hope that provides satisfactory balm to the matter of supporting we two heroic spirits at once." Not waiting for a reply to his offer, Archer leaned back off the edge of the building, diving towards the street below, fading into spirit form before touching the ground and projecting himself down a nearby avenue. "Please allow the lovely lancer to have the lion's share of your mana, I'll make do with my own methods," he jibed through the newly established connection with his master.

Finally, he could see some action in this war.

QuirkyAngel

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider
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The Older Rider looked up at Vita and followed her eyes towards the menu. She didn't mind what Vita would order her, after all she was the one who asked Vita to order for her after all. Her attention was caught as Vita spoke quietly to her. Did she want to talk right now? Right now might not be a good time. The last thing she needed was for Vita to blow up and gain unnecessary attention and stress. Also why wasn't she talking back to her in the Master and Servant link? A slow frown grew on the Older Rider face as she realized she forgot to mention that she could also speak in the telepathic link. An soft sigh escaped the Older Rider's mouth before she could keep it in. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that." The Older Rider apologized. "Vita, my sister and I forgot to mention this but-" Before she could mention the shared telepathy, the cashier came back with their drinks. She followed Vita back to the table.

Taking a sip from the drink, the Older Rider savored the richness of the modern drink. Glancing down at it curiously, she inspected the drink. The drink had a nice color with its warm colors and this container, made out of 'plastic', was transparent like water, yet not like water. The Grail had gave her the bare minimum of information, she like how it did with all of the servants of both teams, so seeing the real thing made her curious. After all, having drank out of porcelain cups through out her entire life, the prospect of a see-through cup was confusing. The Older Rider blinked as she turned to Vita who had asked her about the drink. "Yea, it's good! Thanks Vita." The Older Rider said with a small smile. The Older Rider took a long sip. "You wanted to know what I wanted to talk to you about right?" The Older Rider stopped drinking and placed her nearly empty drink on the table. "Please take a moment to calmly process this information." There was a pause before she spilled the beans. "I want to clarify that you can respond back in our shared telepathy, it's shared between Master and Servant." The Older Rider said breaking down the news. "An enemy servant might be onto us. My sister must of accidentally might caught their attention since she got hit by a truck." With that she await her response. Please Vita, take this information well, do not over react.

Xel

 

[Dante Verren]

The exchange of phone numbers was greatly appreciated and now he would have a way to contact his allies for help. That thought of that alone was comforting but he still hoped that he wouldn't have to use them for emergencies. Speaking of emergencies Charles decided that he would only ever use Rika's number for just that, an emergency. From the explanation that Charles was given by Lawrence it sounded like Rika was a good person but not a friendly one. Personally Charles would rather not tick off one of his supposed allies early on, but she couldn't be mad at him if he only used her number for emergencies.

Finishing the last of his meal and drink he gave his thanks to Lawrence, "Thank you for the kind hospitality. I will be sure to give you my answer on what my plans are after I have thought it over." Excusing himself from the table he grabbed his bags and set off to find one of the guest rooms and explore the villa a bit while he was at it. He left Derim to her own devices, if she wanted to follow him or do her own thing it was up to her. Right now he needed to get his thoughts in order and figure out what he was going to do...at least that was his intent but he already knew what he needed to do.

Finding a suitable guest room he brought his stuff inside the room. Shutting the door he made his way over to the bed and plopped onto it face first. Letting out a sigh he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. Thinking back on it Charles really hadn't done much today, yet he still felt exhausted. The tension of not knowing whether or not he was going to get into a fight that would take his life was most likely the cause. He had done sparring and practice fights but never had he gotten into a fight that could end with some one dying. The odds that he could avoid a fight like that in a grail war was little to none. Trying to take his mind off of that he then turned to the choice that loomed before him, Does he go with Anna or With Lawrence? Weighing out the pro's and cons something lodged itself into his brain as Lawrence's words rang out in his head.

"Rika Santoki..." mumbling her name half heartily he felt a pain in the lower right part of his lip. A liquid that tasted strangely of metal flowed onto his tongue, and it was only then that he became aware of burning rage that was threatening to overcome him. He had held back while in front of Lawrence, he had held back on his walk to the guest room, and he had held back until he said her name out loud. She was the only one who had contact with the Caretaker? With his goddess? The Caretaker was the one to communicate with ex-enforcer of clock tower? What utter bullshit! What made her special, why was she chosen, and why must he have flown across a continent to find out his ticket to his goddess was literally in the country next door! What a fantastically shitty joke this was!

Still fuming Charles sat up and felt his wounded lip with his hand. Looking at his finger tips, now sticky with a bit of his own blood he began to rationalize what was going on. This wasn't a joke, it was merely a test. Yes of course it was a test of faith! A headstrong messenger who he had to keep alive and once he did so then and only then would he be able to meet his goddess. Yes it was clear now, He would go to England with Anna and meet with Rika. He would help her along the quest to save the world and keep her alive no matter how much he despised her very existence. "Lancer, we will be accompanying Anna to England tomorrow to provide extra assistance for Saber and her master. " after informing his servant of his decision he began to forcibly calm himself down, though it took a minute for him to do. Once he had returned to his calm state of mind he glanced down at his fingers and winced at the pain in his lip. He should probably take care of that and let the Finkle siblings know what he decided to do.

QuirkyAngel Hanarei

 

[Hanarei]

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

Derim kept quiet as she listened in. It wasn't enough information to really allow her to have a clue as far as what might of happened though it was enough to at least have her remain cautious. Something that could track Assassin or predict where they were wasn't going to be something they could deal with. Her expression seemed to turn a bit more stern at the mention of Archer and his potential reason for tailing them. She gave a light nod in response smiling lightly as to show it wasn't a big deal to her. Truthfully she wasn't going to hold it against her at all. She might exchange words with Archer though the next time she saw him. She accepted the idea of being looked upon or even possibly admired, it would be too naive of her to not expect such a thing. The sound of how he likely seemed to be doing such a thing however was something that did touch at a nerve. It was just a nice mental note in her head to keep the next time should she suspect him of attempting to peep on her in such a way.

The woman's gaze focused upon Lawrence as he started speaking up about the idea of 'resetting the world'. For her it seemed a bit outlandish. She knew enough about the fabric of the world that it could be that simple. There were things attached to the world that went beyond the world they inhabited. Then again, if the grail and forces of that nature was in play, it was hard to say what limitation there might be in doing such a 'reset'. It mattered little anyways, the outcome of having such a thing was something she strongly opposed. She bowed her head lightly venturing to the guest room as she was given time to rest. It wasn't something she needed though it wasn't something she wouldn't take part in. It was good practice to take some time to clear your mind and meditate as she now knew it to be called. When it came to the battlefield you needed to have a clear head in order to fight at your peek ability. Any other thoughts could easily cause a fighter to stumble or react that split second slower ultimately determining the winner of a fight.

Lancer of Light entered her own guest room next to her Master's room, wishing to be very far from him. It felt a bit uneasy to have the space of a wall between them, but at the very least if something where to happen she could react swiftly. She began to reach down to touch her toes, stretching a bit clearing her mind as she did some simple exercises to he limber her body up. It was hard to say how much value it had being a servant, but it was a habit in her life that simple carried over for her. She perked her head up, a feeling of.... uneasy filling her body as she heard her Master's voice. While it was just his voice the connection she could feel felt... off... to her. She paused in response not answering back until a few seconds later giving a light nod to herself.

"Understood Sir Charles." She responded back, fighting back her urge to question him. She didn't feel it was right to pester him. If he had a problem she assumed he would bring it up to her. She continued to stretches relaxing herself for the battle that might be ahead.

QuirkyAngel Dante Verren

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Saber of Darkness
High above a certain café in Cheyenne, Wyoming a bat like creature circled, its thin wings flapping in rapid succession. It had been tasked to find the locations where large concentrations of prana are gathered. That’s where the Servants are likely to be in the city. Any city.

And there was definitely a servant in the city of Cheyenne.

Saber watched his master’s golem flutter around the café for a moment before it landed on the roof of the building. The closer he got to the establishment the bat golem indicated, the more certain Saber became. A being like him resided within the man-made walls—a Servant of the Grail War. He could feel them as easily as they probably felt him.

Lips quirking upward, the white haired male confidently entered the café, his eyes immediately zeroing onto the girl featured on the newspaper. She was surrounded by a couple of older girls. Teenagers from the looks of it, roughly his Master’s age. One of them was probably the master. While he could just kill all three of them, burning the building down while he was at it, there were several reasons he didn’t.

The first was that he didn’t know which Servant she was. Which faction she served. Lancer, Rider, Archer, Assassin, Berserker on their side had all been accounted for…but not Caster. Caster of Dark had yet to be found. That meant there was a chance he would be attacking a potential ally.

The second was that his Master had asked him not to create too big a scene. At least, not yet. Not until all the players were gathered would the war truly start. Assassin’s master had only asked him to assist Assassin in an investigation. His own master had told him to prioritize his current mission. Therefore, unlike his previous life, he would do his duties as a servant in a proper, unfailing manner.

Purchasing a random drink with the money his master had given him when she sent him to America in search of Assassin’s master, Saber approached the table where 4 girls chatted.

“Hello ladies,” the green-eyed man smiled. “Do you mind if I sit here with you? I’m new to Cheyenne, you see, and you look like a friendly group.”

His eyes flickered briefly to the youngest girl at the table, an amused twinkle in his verdant orbs. He knew her to be a servant and she likely knew him to be servant, so he was curious as how she would react; whether they let him into their table or not. It didn't matter either way. Her master was within killing distance. His was not. The advantage lay on his field...especially if Assassin was nearby.



Xel
Misuteeku
(mentioned: simj26 )


Lancer of Darkness

My~That’s very generous of you, Archer.

Lancer, who had remained in spirit form for the sake of her master, materialized as soon as Archer departed down a nearby avenue, flicking her dark hair free as she did so. She wasn’t particularly adverse to the killing of civilians if it was necessary. War was war, after all. Bloodshed was a part in every war. The blood of enemies. The blood of allies. Even the blood of innocents at times.

Granted, her war had been relatively blood free, but only so many rulers could truly claim to have the blessings of the gods that she did. Archer certainly didn’t.

“How do you feel, Master?”

“Fine,” Changwei paused. She could feel the adjustment in the link supplying her prana. “But please remain in spirit form when you aren’t needed, Empress. Or, at least until Archer manages to consume enough od to sustain himself. There’s no telling what sort of enemy he will encounter and, depending on the circumstances, he may need more.”

To Archer, he replied. There’s no need to apologize, Archer. Do what you must. Tomorrow, we depart this country to meet with our allies.

Returning to her spirit form, Lancer followed her master down the elevator and to the hotel room where they were staying for the night. With their new connection, it wouldn’t be hard for Archer to find them once he was done with his…meal. Didn’t Saber come to this country to look of Assassin and their master?

Yes…though Judith tells me he has other matters to tend to in Wyoming and will be unable to join us.

Lancer’s attention briefly flickered to the bat creature resting on Changwei’s bed before returning to her eccentric master who had seated himself in his desk and started to scribble away, pen moving swiftly across the parchment.

Materializing, Lancer wrapped her arms around her Master’s neck, encasing him in a loose hug from behind as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Is that wise? A master without a servant is a vulnerable target in a war such as this. We do not know how affable these new allies will be either.”

“I’m sure Judith knows what she is doing. We’ll be there if things go sour with our new friends and Archer will be with us as well…so please return to your spirit form until you are needed. Conserving prana now is more important than ever.”

Pouting, Lancer did as told.

Just so you know, it’s bad luck to kill those who surrender of their own accord. If the gods look down on us in disfavor, this war is lost even before it begins.

Jean Otus

 

[Jean Otus]

Archer of Darkness
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Archer felt a pang of nostalgia as he raced through the streets and alleyways of this city of New York. There was something about the sights and scents of the underclasses that reminded him of his younger days when he would sneak out of the palace to observe the world without the tint of royal authority. In those days he had often walked amongst the peasants to see how the perfidious nobles of his kingdom exploited them so that he could punish the nobles later. How ironic that he now traveled amongst the masses with the intent of taking advantage of them. Oh well, he no longer had any affection for the common ilk. He had no kingdom, no people, and therefore little reason to care what suffering he levied on the inhabitants of the modern world. They would all be done for soon enough anyway.

He felt the thoughts of his master enter his mind and slowed his momentum. With that he turned and lept over the building to his left, coming to rest on its nearest ledge overlooking the thoroughfare below. There he paused to think about what his new master had told him to do, or rather, not do. It irked him, to say the least. It would have been so much easier to extract all of the life energy from his targets to fill his own mana stores. Now, to appease his master he needed to not drain the unfortunate souls dry, but rather leave them alive. Archer tsked, that would take a good deal more precision than his planned mana bender. He had hoped that he could drain this city with reckless abandon, as his dear friend had once done to Wallachia.

"Very well my master, I will be lenient with the tax I levy on these peasants. I'm sure I can spare them enough to live on." He retorted. From his perch on the rooftop, he picked out a nearby highrise, one of the more luxurious looking ones. The wealthy peasants would foot the bill for this meal. With a single bound he crossed to the other side of the street and with another, he landed on the roof of the apartment building. Upon alighting there he gingerly walked around the perimeter feeling out where the key steel beams which held up the building lay. After measuring out the dimensions of the building he began to trace a sigil on the roof of the building. One at each corner, and a larger one in the center. He had long been fascinated by the occult, though this particular one had been taught to him after he had imprisoned his blood brother. A way to drain the life from people without even touching them. How disgustingly efficient. In his revulsion he carelessly botched the sigil several times, leading to a number of scratched out examples in the asphalt roofing. In total it took him at least two hours to finish the design. When it was finally done he waved his hand, activating the vampiric construct. Once he felt the magic field expand to the ground floor Archer muttered out the incantation.

"Forgive me, dear blood brother, for I must continue to sully your name. With this sigil I call forth the withering wrath, to partake of the blood of the innocent. With this name, I call upon his chained essence to do my bidding. Deliver to me their energy, my Dracula Field!" With that a pulse rippled throughout the air, traveling out to the base of the building. Within seconds he felt the life force of the hundreds of people beneath him flow into his spirit. Some of the less healthy inhabitants might fall ill after this, but most of the inhabitants should only dip into unconsciousness for about half a day. With his stomach full he bounded once more into the night, disappearing into spirit form just before he passed in front of the moon.

QuirkyAngel

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 3:12pm​

She looked down at the small girl as she spoke. Something about forgetting. Her attention was pulled back to the cashier and she made a note to ask what Rider was going to say. Alas, her friends gave her no opportunity as they quickly fell into their conversation. Ah well, if it was important Tran would just use her telepathy to tell her. Looking down at the girl she was caught off guard by the reply. That earnest appreciation. The small smile. That mystified wonder at the cup. Who was this adorable girl right in front of her? She quickly recovered and let out a simple "A-ah, good. I'm glad you like it." The voice in her head also took her attention, all but ignoring her friends across the table. She listened carefully, but it took all her willpower not to just blurt out a surprised 'really' at being told she could respond telepathically. Was everything she thought being sent like she was speaking? Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue in embarrassment at the thought of both girls hearing all her thoughts. A rosy hue that her friends caught wind of. "Hey, Vita, you're looking kinda red. Are you feeling alright?" She looked over at the brunette and gave a nod. "Yeah, just kinda hot in here is all." The pair of teens across from her looked at her inquisitively, but left it at that, resuming the conversation they were having and leaving her to process the rest of Rider's information.

An enemy servant? Already? Her flushed face remained red, although it wasn't embarrassment that gave it it's color. This was precisely why she didn't want them acting on their own. They couldn't even go one day without letting the enemy find them. She clenched her fists atop her thighs, doing her best to keep herself under control in front of her friends. Not sure how this telepathy thing worked she just tried to... will it..., talking in her head with the idea that Rider could hear it. "This is why I di nt you two go ur own! One day! One fu y you've been here and you ready brought an ene ight to us!" She didn't know if her attempt at responding telepathically worked or not. But before she was able to get a response some white-haired guy strode up and greeted them. Great. Just what she needed, some hot-guy playboy hitting on them. Any other time she'da been all for it, but with all the bullshit Rider's brought along she really wasn't in the mood and she shot an annoyed look up at him, her mouth opening just in time to her hear friends speak in tandem. "Sure!" She glanced over at the pair, all but ignoring them for the past minute or so because of Rider. Unfortunately for her, her friends didn't share her sudden foul mood and were all too happy to entertain the good looking stranger.

"The more the merrier." "Anything you want to know? We've been here all our lives and can tell you all sorts of things about the city!" She let out a small sigh, calming herself down. Just gotta look on the bright side. Rider said 'might', there was no guarantee the two already messed up. But even if they had, not like she could do anything now. She'd have to scold them properly later, and obviously put a stop to whatever the other twin was off doing. Taking a deep breath she lost her annoyed glare and replaced it with a nice smile to the guy, adding on to what her friend said. "She's right, we're bona fide experts on all things Cheyenne." May as well salvage the moment and enjoy the attention of a hot guy before having to go back to dealing with the hassle of Rider's war. Especially if an enemy was going to crash in and ruin everything soon enough.

Cafe
Interactions: Misuteeku (Rider) QuirkyAngel (Ikeman)​

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm serious! I totally scared the shit out of the Servant that Faf picked up! She's a total wuss!"

"Are you sure you don't just smell? When was the last time you showered?"

Long before Ava returned to the cave, the sound of idle chatter could be heard in the distance. To anyone who knew the woman who called Ava her charge, it would have seemed uncharacteristic. To be humoring her as she was, to put it plainly, begot an impression of tolerance that was much unlike her. She wasn't quite sure if this phenomena was because the Boss was actually well rested for once in her life, or if it was the opposite and she was just too tired to get angry right now, but she was quite sure that she was going to take advantage of this.

Somehow. There was definitely something fun she could get away with because of this.

"Good to meet... The three of you?" By the time they'd stepped foot into the cave, Milburga may as well have already introduced herself, though she would elect to go through the motions regardless. "I am, as it were, the owner of this property and the head of the Burial Agency. Milburga Narbareck. We've proper lodgings for you in the cottage nearby, and..."

As Milberga went through the motions, Ava was quick to notice something was off. The guests were still here, but her cute little dragon was nowhere to be seen. Instinctively, she opened her mouth to tell the Boss... But then it stopped halfway. She was busy playing host, right?

Then it was only natural that she take care of this on her own. It was just her responsibility, both as a Master and her subordinate, right? So, while the Boss was giving her lecture, Ava slipped from the cave, only giving Berserker and Hakan a few brief gestures to keep quiet before vanishing back out into the night.

Ian Temero LostHaven Takumi98

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider
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The Older Rider looked down to her feet and listened to Vita's attempt at telepathy. At least it was start. Though the message itself was quite a mess, the Older Rider set it aside for later. There was a bigger trouble sitting right in front of her... Or rather standing in front of her in this case. Rider slightly looked up at the man and shot him a glare. This was the servant that the Younger Rider was most likely talking about. Why else would a servant come to Cheyenne so soon after her sister had her little accident. "Vita, be careful. That man is a servant." The Older Rider warned. If the Younger Rider were to be in her shoes no doubt would she say, "Vita, there is no such thing as ikemen walking up to you and asking to sit with you." Thankfully, the Older Rider was here and not the Younger Rider. There was nothing she could do in this situation, especially with such a crowd.

In the corner of her eye she saw a series of event occurring. A man 'accidentally' bumping into a woman, a woman who then accidentally dropped her banana peel, and that banana so happened to land in front of her lady who just happened to carry four drinks on her tray. That lady then slipped on the banana and her drinks were now sailing towards the Saber. "Uh..." The first thought in Rider's mind was 'what just happened'. Was this some sort of planned comedy? The man obviously used his weight to push a woman with the banana, the woman was carrying out a banana peel for some odd reason, and the woman was carrying four drinks... All for herself. Her second thought was that Vita was going to get splashed by the drinks if Saber dodged the flying drinks. Thinking quickly, she scooted back and dragged Vita's chair closer to hers without tilting it up.

Xel QuirkyAngel

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Jack Randal

Location: London, England​

It was midnight when Jack arrived at St. Paul’s cathedral, located on the highest point in London. The humming of his pride and joy permeated through the silence of the night, providing Jack with a measure of comfort until he found a suitable spot to park her. Lucille was the first thing he retrieved once he had finished cleaning out the warehouse. His biggest project since leaving the Clocktower, it was the closest thing Jack ever got to a girlfriend in his 22 years of life. A mystic code among mystic codes (or at least, in his mind), the vehicle was a hybrid—operating with both wires and magic circuits. A gal he had no qualms bragging about to his Shakespearean-speaking Servant—once she was retrieved from the ally he’d left her.

The ultimate goal, of course, had been to take Rider to the British Museum and show him a clock. Jack had spent the better part of 3 days attempting to explain the clock—a device used to track the passage to time—to his servant. He couldn’t say how successful he’d been. However, one couldn’t fault Jack for not trying. Big Ben. His phone. Opportunities to point out a clock to Rider, and explain its inner workings, were utilized with the utmost efficiency. One could almost say Jack wasted his time, except he’d never been one to believe education to be a waste of time.

The more Rider knew about the modern world, the better off he’d be and the less clocks would be eaten. Besides, it wasn’t as if Jack had anything better to do while he waited to meet the one who’d written him the shady letter, offering to help him. Trap or not, Jack realized he’d be fool not to make use of the opportunity—especially when he had little to no idea what was going on.

Jack half expected the door to be locked when he stepped up to the entrance that lead into London’s biggest and oldest church. It wasn’t. There was no security. No people. Just some lit candles that lead the way down an elaborate hall.

Jack glanced at Rider. “If you sense a trap, or a Servant, let me know.”

Perhaps if he were here on a festive tour of some sort he could admire some of the Anglican architecture. Alas, that wasn’t the case. He followed the light to what appeared to be large, dome-roofed chamber with stained-glass windows and an altar. There were four people that he could see: a dark skinned girl, a clergyman, an Asian man, and a white-haired soldier. The girl was kneeling in front of the altar while the clergyman stood beside her, reciting biblical phrases as far as he could tell. The Asian man was simply reading a book in one of available church seats.






All eyes turned to him upon his arrival.

The girl was the first to approach him and Jack was given a clear view of the scar that ran along her right eye. “Glad to see you could make it. We need to wait for one more pair before we begin.”

“Begin what?”

“Introductions, of course.” The girl gave small smile, and Jack was given the impression that the she didn’t smile very often. It didn't look natural on her. She turned her curious eyes towards Rider. “...And explanations if need be. I’m sure you have many questions.”

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Saber of Darkness

Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming ​

Saber reacted instinctively to the perceived attack, setting his own drink down and turning around to catch the objects sailing towards him. Two of them, at least. The last two were simply batted away with the back of his hand, so they spilled harmlessly on the floor instead of himself—for the most part. Bits of stickiness had gotten on his hands. Eyebrow raised, Saber’s eyes flickered from his clumsy assailant who was sprawled on the floor, next to a banana peel, to the drinks he held. It took him a split second to register the events that must've occurred.

Once he did, Saber helped the woman to her feet before giving her back the two beverages he’d managed to save. “Please be careful. Accidents can be dangerous.”

Especially for humans—fragile beings that they were. Short lifespans as well.

Her lack of malevolence was probably what saved her life.

After a nod of farewell, he returned to where the four girls welcomed him to their table. Well, three really. His fellow servant didn’t seem quite as pleased by his presence if the glare he received was anything to go. Hiding his smirk behind a cough, Saber took a seat across from the child servant and the redhead, pulling a napkin off one of the containers to wipe his hands as he did so. “Cheyenne does seem very exciting.”

The more he looked at the redhead, the more certain he became that she was the Master. The other two…just didn’t give off the same magus feel. None of them did really, but he did sense something from her, if nothing else. There was also the fact that the servant seemed more protective of the redhead than any of the other girls at the table. At least, that was the impression Saber got when he saw the servant move the redhead’s chair out of harm’s way. “Given how little I know about the city, anything you girls can tell me is enough. More than enough, honestly. Though…rather than general information I can find off a brochure…I think I’d prefer you tell me more about yourselves." Saber smiled, most of his attention on the redhead. " Getting to know new people is what makes traveling to a new location worthwhile, after all.”

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Placing a leaf in between the pages, I closed Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Much as I hated the notion of it, reading about comrades of sorts was the best way to catch up those modern ideas. Well, they certainly had come up with some ingenious concepts since my hayday. I reclined in my chair, popped a grape into my mouth and stretched on the silk one last time, like a child rubbing the sheets one last time upon aknowledging it was time to wake up for the day's lessons, for indeed my leisure time in my beloved city was coming to an end. I spent the two weeks building this territory of mine, with a few interruptions and side projects. After my talk with my master, he granted me the request of obtaining certain books for me, not out of kindness of course, but of out utility, a fact which brought me utmost joy, and even more so as accompanied by that superb wine of theirs. While awaiting their arrival, I used what supplies I could to started working on using my class skills, not only for the territory, but also to create those copies...I guess one could call them familiars of sorts. I made sure to make it as discretely as possible, indoors as much as possible, and with a variety of them, birds, insects, spiders, bats... it would be hard for onlookers to recognize any patterns.

It was thanks to sending some of those out that I was able to pick up on some of the less "subtle" clues left by some of the other servants. The huge burst of mana in the United States was certainly a surprising one, surely it had to be a trap I thought, but nonetheless I took the bait because I wasn't personally going there. Not that I dared approach either, less one on the opposing side (at that point there was no telling who was or wasn't my enemy), but they couldn't have made their presence more obvious if they were riding a dragon through the sky. Or so I thought...

"Dare I say, that such a beast gifted in brawn and size as much as it is in scales, may perhaps be berserker. Therefore, seeing how the man was the master, that much those white marks assured me of, the woman surely had to be caster. She was, after all, unarmed." I repeated to myself my comments from back then, as I dodged the people going about their morning routine. "It could have been the case that were rider as well. Certainly I hope a single servant from the enemy faction is not capable of mustering such combined magical energy, however. May my hopes not be a lie of the soul."

Another one of my creations caught sight of what appeared to be a city, or perhaps just a small town, gathering around a little girl. Her speech was rather unrefined, with no reasoning nor proper cause, merely an appeal to the pathos and yet the crowd answered her commands. She was no politian, so was this the sway of the modern times or something else? The same girl seeming to survive a car accident later (something which I had to cautiously consider, as this "car" concept was still rather foreing to me) relatively uninjured was the final piece to solve the puzzle tha girl was a servant as well. I had no conclusions to draw just yet beyond that, nor did I dare approach anymore less she notice the "familiar"'s presence.

There were also signs of destruction by some heavily armored girl according to rumors. Whatever kind of action and potential servant that might have been, however, was something that I unfortunately missed.

Then the incident happened.

My master changed, things got turned a little upside down. Terrible thing really, since we had plans to make a move too, but now, well, we couldn't really move forward with that so quickly now could we? So I took some time to let them get ajdusted and continued working on my territory, feeling nonetheless quite blessed because it made things so much easier. At least, in the bit of time I actually got to stay in it.

"So, I take it you desire for us to wander around again, master? Would it not be best, and I say this with the utmost respect for your capabilities, that I simply sent something to scout in our stead, so that we may avoid exposing ourselves to such uneeded danger? Strong though your body might be." I closed the large rectangular gate behind me, and the thing appeared to vanish. It was still there, just made far harder to detect. I pulled out that tiny wooden ship, almost like a toy, but with words written on each plank, each brimming with magic, glowing as I raised it towards my master. My master was now some grimm-I suppose the word nowadays would be edgy-looking boy with dark horns and a darker fashion sense. His eyes were a different colors, his skin was far paler, but my far the most disturbing constrast was the lack of the more affable and dignified personality of the previous master. This one was far more insistent upon us taking direct action, as opposed to standing in preparations until we could strike sure of our victory, or close to it anyway. Foolish was the man who tricked himself into believing victory could not escape him like water through the fingers of a wasteland warrior. Then again, I had indeed been known to be quite the foolish man. Whether that would come to be a curse or blessing, flaw or virtue, was yet to be seen, though it certainly had shown when we stroke that deal with the Tohsaka. "Well, one must be thankful for the good things that come. And overcome those who are of an evil or harmful nature instead."

Once again, I pocketed the ship, wondering if maybe the safest place would have been inside the territory. Well, no use crying over spilt milk. I'd remember to keep it there next time. It wasn't the only magical artifact I'd managed to create. There was that veil and that brush. Plus... I reached into my pockets, oh what wonderful inventions those were, and plucked out a hanful of tiny statues, no bigger than uhm...."candy bars", was it? They weren't all that useful yet, but neither were these expedictions. We had knowledge of masters somewhere in Italy, and at least servants in Wyoming and London. So far, not a peep from any in Japan, outside of ourselves. So, I might as well make sure we at least could musture something out of it that was a little mor productive.

"Master, would it be acceptable if we, as we travel in this routine inspection of ours, made a small stop by one of this country's shrines? If I am not mistaken there's an air of deep mysticism to them, both for those that travel to them to pray and to those who merely do so to sate their curiosity. No doubt, there we will be able to find it's air to be a rather rich source of mana."



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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Master of Darkness - Ryuga Tohsaka

Location: Tohsaka Household.

"If you find it necessary, we shall do so. I wish to check out some of the news paper here while we are at it. I believe I might be able to find something in them that could point out exactly where one of the enemy servants are."

He took a pause, and looked at the decorated table in front of him. Amongst the items on it, some were from blacksmithing, and a few were from a card game of sorts. "If anything however, I would prefer that we find a way to get to Europe as soon as possible. If I'm not mistaking it, other Masters and servants in our faction might be there, from what you told me."

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"Well, it is not out of necessity that I ask you, unless we are to widen the class of what is "necessary" to include those things which could provide a prominent advantage over our foes in times of crisis. A cautious man ought to always every eventuality, but ultimately act upon the most likely or efficient, less their caution come to become mere cowardice." I explained, leaning over the table. I was curious about what the cards laid out on it were, but I prefered not to ask such a meaningless question at this time, and I couldn't check for myself in spirtual form. I nodded along with master's addition of buying a newspaper, but raised an eyebrow. "You seem rather certain, o'master. Could you iluminate me on what bits of wisdom lead you to believe the local news could inform you of the exact location of a servant? You see, I too wish to be more useful, and that seems as quite useful a skill indeed."

It was even more puzzling when he then insisted on going to Europe faster. Wouldn't the local newspaper only (mostly) report matters pertaining to this place? Well, nomatter.

"Ah, how nostalgic! A trip, soots the spirit, how I wish to see how the world has changed, even if I have already been granted a glimpse. About that master, I must clarify two points. The first is that you are mistaken on my earlier words. It is not friends, but foes, which I believe to be in Italy. A dragon servant and a caster female servant...or perhaps a single rider servant with a dragon. Ah, the tragedy of an era where women are made to war as well... Well, it is unbecoming that I should be distracted now. Regarding my second point, I may have a mode of transportation in the works. Do tell me master, have you heard of the trolley train problem? It asks one to imagine this "trolley train" thing, a bit like a metal cart that moves almost on it's own if I'm not mistaken, that is going to hit five men working on the tracks. But the one commanding the metallic cart has one option to prevent it: They can turn the cart towards another man whose fate was not be closed by the trolley train, and to end his life, in the process sparing the other five men. Be passive, five men die. Be proactive, one dies, but their blood is on your hands. Quite a fascinating little thing, isn't it? I wonder which you would choose master." On top of it, this problem was also quite fitting for our own situation. We, servants and masters of this Holy Grail War, also could choose to passively let the world run it's course...or take charge and staining our souls to make it a better one. What tragic dilema, but alas, victory is perpetuated by tragedy.



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[wdinatx]

Berserker of Dark at Saint Paul’s cathedral​

“Ah, yes. Questions indeed. For example, what has happened in this war so far? Being holed up in a mansion leaves for little in the way of news of a secret war.” Said the Berserker with a bored tone, a certain crybaby hiding behind him. After they confirmed they had all the attention they were going to get they spoke again, “Hmm, it seems I need to introduce myself and my Master. Very well. (Changes into a guy who looks to be of a higher rank) We are Berserker of dark our true name is nothing special, just point me at the enemy and we’ll be one step closer to our ultimate goal. Now, (Changes into the original guy and shoves Clux forward lightly) why don’t you introduce yourself master.” Let’s just hope she doesn’t take a dive, they thought while their hand was still pressed against her back, that’d be really embarrassing.

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Master of Darkness - Ryuga Tohsaka

Location: Tohsaka Household

Ryuga would pick up one of the tools on the table, a hammer, and examine it while explaining the reason behind reading the news. "If I am not mistaken, sometimes the best sources of information comes from written news articles. Using the television to do so is time consuming, and usually never gives me a satisfying answer. Usually because they find politics and natural disasters more important than unknown disapearances and unexplained phenominon."

He put the hammer down and picked up one of the cards on the table. The card he was looking at was quite shiny in his eyes, and cool looking. "Its quite funny however, how we cause wars to happen all because of different views and hateing others for it, and how we could all just solve the issues if we just took time to just sit down, and play a game. If that happened more, this world would be a far better place than it is now."

He was quite mentaly happy that Caster had a vehivle already being worked on. Of course, it wouldn't be quite a surprise knowing that like himself, his servant is quite specialized in creating things.

"I am quite aware of the stakes in this war. It would be dangerous to go in unprepared, but at the same time, we can't be certain that its better to take action sooner rather than latter. However, don't forget, I am a member of the Tohsaka family. We are always trying to be as ready as possible."

He then had a thought that he needed to ask his servant. "Caster, by any chance do you have a device to store my weapons in yet? I am happy using my lance, but in case it were to break, I will need a back up."

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[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 3:12pm​

She shot a look to the young girl beside her, a quizzical look on her face. Servant? This guy? Doesn't that make him an enemy? As realization dawned on her, her expression slowly shifted from one of confusion to one of panic. Unfortunately she wasn't allowed any time to speak up as a series of events all rapidly unfolded. She found her chair pulled back and closer to Rider's as the hot guy quickly dealt with the falling drinks. Everyone, including her, was quiet as they took a few seconds to realize what happened. She glanced over at her friends upon hearing them both go 'Ooooh' in unison at the impressive display. She couldn't help but be impressed, but it also kind of set in what these 'servants' were. Secret agent types with psychic powers. Now she couldn't help but wonder if her twins also had those kind of reflexes.

"That was amazing!" Amy finally spoke up, her excited eyes wide as she stared at the man taking a seat beside her. "Yeah! Where'd you learn to do that? I didn't even notice what was happening" "Right? We'd be covered in pop right now." Already knowing what allowed him to perform his stunt she wasn't sure what to say herself. Should she chime in, pretend she didn't know? Should she stay quiet? The fact that he was even there meant their cover was already blown, didn't it? More importantly, he wasn't sitting beside her friends. She had to figure out how to get them out of there before anything bad happened. She was so caught up thinking on what to do that she didn't even hardly register what the guy was saying. It wasn't until her friends once again spoke up excitedly, proving that they wouldn't be leaving easily. "Sure! My name's Amy, this is Nadia, that's Vita, and that's Tran." The blonde pointed to each in turn as she introduced them. Nadia offered a wave and a smile along with a quick "Nice to meetchya!" On her name being mentioned. Vita only quickly managed to get a smile on her face and her own wave upon her name being mentioned.

As it was now, there wasn't really anything she could do but go along with it. Didn't seem like the guy was too eager to start trouble, but then he could just be using her friends as hostages. After intro0ductions were over she quickly spoke up, getting in before her friends carried on the conversation. "So....." She trailed off, make an obvious note that they hadn't gotten his name yet. "What brings you to Cheyenne?" If he was gonna try and get information out of them, she may as well try and get information out of him. Then again, it wasn't like Rider really told her much so she didn't even know what kind of information to try and get. She really did have to sit that girl down and get caught up to speed on everything.

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Preconception. In a way inevitable, but on the other it poisoned the spirt, a lie of the soul and necessary evil until the truth could be further uncovered. Clearly, something which afflicted my master's viewpoint, seeing his answer. Nonetheless, by the spirit of inquiry, I ought not to bring it up yet. Perhaps he had yet wisdom I simply did not yet see, perhaps it was I who had contracted such sickness of the spirit. I took a short bow towards my master.

"Indeed, your words are wise master. Is the written word not the same however, chasing after the sensational, ignoring the fickle myth and mundane event alike, so unprincipled as to reject every extreme in equal measure? Such things corrupt the memory as well, though I cannot deny their importance when I myself only received a bit of information from the grail, barely enough to begin to understand this odd modern society, this odd modern world. Would it not be, by your words, better to then find one of those "occult" uhm...clubs? Bites? Sites? ... And just take the information from those. Are they not the most focused on the manner of phenomenon you seek to focus on? And far more widespread too." As I watched master place down the hammer, I did hope they weren't too angry. I didn't like making people angry, though my intellect often made them angry with jealousy and fear of their notions falling apart. Of course, this didn't meant I was some great genius, but at the very least, I could note enough to shine through what they didn't, and that made people despite my presence. Most of those people, however, weren't equipped with the power to magically bend away my free will at least three times. So I carefully listened to my master's words, though it did annoy me a little that he seemingly chose to ignore my question about the train. "You speak of war as if it were a terrible crime. Certainly as the world is now, "glory" has been set aside from it...yet men still persue it. Glory gives men purpose and memory. What a deathbed and a sick, frail body will abandon to the wind alongside the final breath, in war it can be immortalized. Men war for many things...but once again, I feel as though we may be getting sidetracked from the topic at hand..."

Seriously, nothing but disagreeing this morning...well, it was but the routine. Master wasn't like my original master, after all, though no doubt I would have plenty disagreements with them as well, should they still be around. Still, even now we couldn't be certain to have any wholehearted support of the Tohsaka family, given master's history with them.

"A magical item to store weapons? I do not believe I have any, save for any unknown applications I have not discovered.. My mana is recovering well though, so I might be able to work on producing more soon enough. If you, master, can find me the right idea for one, I shall make it my duty that you receive one such 'item' posthaste. Having spoken such words, I cannot condone the thought that crosses my mind right now. My master, please spare this ignorant and frigthened soul from this nightmare they, I conceive, of you having intent to fight on your own terms against servants of high caliber, against servants capable of shattering that spear which you seem to take such pride in. For it breaks, how much harder must a foe hit before your bones and your magic circuits are cracked by the blows as well? Forgive me for not being able to dismiss such ideas...or dispel the worries if they are otherwise unfounded."

I had to wonder, though, how long it might take for us to get going. After calling me away from such pleasurable times in my territory, master was still making me wait beside him and this messy table, some a play where the actor forgets the lines and improvises using mistakenly dropped props from an equally clumsy actor, expecting praise not scorn for this misstep despite never fulfilling their compromise.



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[QuirkyAngel]

Saber of Darkness
September 16th, 3:14 pm, Cheyenne
“Frey,” Saber spoke the first random name that came to mind. “I’m here…”

Investigating? Being bait? “…on a roadtrip.”

The lies came out more easily afterwards. “I like traveling, you see. Try new foods, seeing new places…and I heard Cheyenne has an excellent outdoor rodeo.”

Truth be told, Saber didn’t even know what a rodeo was. It was just one of the attractions he’d seen on the city’s brochure. Saber didn’t bother reading beyond that as he didn’t think such knowledge to be important. All he saw was a picture of a funnily-dressed man riding a horse. “I learned a bit of martial arts in my travels as well.” He added the last part off-handedly.

On hindsight, it probably hadn’t been the best idea to reveal his reflexes while he was disguised as a human, but there was nothing he could do about it now. No point crying over spilled mead.

“Nice to meet you Amy. Nadia. Vita. Tran.” He nodded to each person, committing their names to memory. The last two were the probably the most important, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Self-assurance was what led to his folly in his previous life and he certainly did not what to repeat his mistakes.

Tran wasn’t a name familiar to him. He couldn’t remember any legendary figure with that name either. A fake name? Or…was it simply a heroic spirit he’d never heard of? Saber still didn’t know what class she was. Whether she was friend or foe. Steering the conversation away from the more mundane topics was the best way to get the information he wanted…but he had to be careful about how he went about it too. He didn’t want to reveal too much unless he was assured they were on his side.

“Tran’s a unique name,” Saber smiled kindly at the child. “Where are you from?”

Subtle.

Well, it didn’t really matter either way. Tran knew he was a Servant. He knew Tran was a Servant. The subtleness was only for the uninvolved parties. If they turned out to be enemies, would Assassin prefer he lead them to an open area? A more secluded one? Give Alan Martin a call and see what he has to say? They really should’ve planned things better but…ah well. He’d work something out. He always did.

Could there be a more dependable Servant than he?

Xel Misuteeku simj26

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Master of Darkness - Ryuga Tohsaka

Location: Tohsaka Household

Ryuga sighed. He understood how much under classed he was compared to Servants. He looked at Caster, and would reply, "I may not be as strong as I want to be, but this is a lot like the Trolley Train Problem. If I stay back and watch, there will be more casualties than if I try and join in the fight. I was doing everything I can to be ready, forging weapons, reading history on heroes of legend, and focusing all of my anger towards other people who hated me by turning it into my drive to win."

He looked at Caster, and then placed the card down, an image of a red dragon with crimson lightning flowing around its body. "We can't always be certain about the future, but what we can do is to do everything we can to make it into what we dream of."

He would pick up his Lance, before walking to the entrance. "We should go check that shrine out now, don't you think?"

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[simj26]

AssassinTime: Sept. 14th, 1515
Cheyenne, position unknown

3 o’clock sun. Not too high, not too low. It wasn't what he would call perfect conditions, but it was damn near close enough for it to be. Saber had picked a particularly good spot for him to do his job, and the enemy was none the wiser. Perhaps they were too used to seeing Servants with blades and magic that they were unconcerned of Servants with guns. Perhaps his time was a little bit too early for anyone to realise that he could be a Servant as well. Not that he minded. A couple of nice ladies had giggled and hid their smiles behind their hands as they walked past earlier when he was making his way around the town, observing the architecture, which was a sign that he was, at least, blending well with the environment. They hadn’t been staring at him as if he had walked out of a completely different era, for one. He wondered why they giggled though. It was not a laugh of mirth, but, rather, of interest in him. How very strange.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions. The spot he had chosen was several meters away from the cafe that his targets now sat themselves in. The sun was behind him, glaring into the eyes of his targets should they try to search for him, there would be no glint of metal to spot him with, and he kept his body low enough on the ledge that it would be nigh impossible for anyone to manage to find him, especially with the sun as a factor. He braced his rifle against his arm, and closed one eye. He had to say, the girls were pretty. It was just too bad one of them, if not more than one of them, had to die today. He had no hard feelings. It was just his job as a soldier- to fight this infernal war. He hoped they bore him none either. In another life, perhaps…

He took his aim. There were four in total. There was no hiding though. He directed the iron sights at the girl with the bright orange hair. Really, kids these days with their newfangled hairstyles and colors. He didn't know why he chose her to die, honestly, but a hunter always trusted his gut instinct. He angled his rifle upwards slightly, paused for a moment, then inched it to the left just by a tiny bit, then fired. The recoil shuddered on his shoulder, but it was nothing he couldn't control, and he realigned his rifle nearly immediately and fired one more round straight at the girl.

Two shots, speeding straight at her.

Xel Misuteeku QuirkyAngel

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider
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Time slowed when she heard bullets fired. Rider had been on alert the single moment that the unknown servant showed up. Her suspicions were not confirmed when the bullets were fired. . In an instant, Rider materialized her sword. A traditional sword similar to a saber appeared in her hand. In an instant she deflected both bullets away from Vita and back outside, to the sky. During this, a feeling was stirred. When Assassin shot his bullets, he had unknowingly triggered Rider's Noble Phantasm. For Rider to claim Cheyenne, she had to utilize her Noble Phantasm to persuade the general populace to unite under her. While it they were not under her 'army', her Noble Phantasm had persuaded them to act. In other words... To evacuate all civilians from the premises. It was done in an quick, orderly fashion everyone was evacuating. Vita and her friends were in the process of being escorted to somewhere safe. Hopefully, they would resist as little as possible. The same would be done for Saber, except he would most likely stop them from doing so. A few others were contacting the police for help to arrive.

This would buy the Older Rider enough time. Materializing another sword, she aimed it towards where the bullets were fired and chucked it at the general location of where the shots were fired. Looking back at the now confirmed enemy Saber, she glared at him. "It was a mistake for you to come here," She said coldly at her newfound enemy. It was a simple conclusion. The servant in front of was serving as a distraction to have the enemy Assassin or Archer could snipe Vita. "Everyone leave! Evacuate the premises!" With that the people began to flood out the cafe. Unfortunately her skill, Military Tactics (B-), did not reach to those outside, so they remained clueless to what happened. However, given the shots that Assassin had shot were a clear message, they unfortunately started to panic.

It was a total mess with people from the cafe trying to calm people down the people outside and the Older Rider facing against the unknown servant in front of her. If only she had a bit more time to claim more territories and gather with the servants of light before this fight. Then, she would of been prepared. Unfortunately, it seemed like that she would have to utilize her weak Noble Phantasm early on in this Grail War.

QuirkyAngel simj26 Xel

 

[Prince_]

Rider of Dark

Garm was. Well. No nice way to put it, an abhorrent amalgamation of modern clothing. He was wearing a plain black fedora, that was obviously not cheaply made. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and over that was his fur cloak. Over his mask was a bandanna. But a faint blue glow and the parts of his mask poking out from it showed it was obviously a poor attempt to cover his mask. However the glow was absent from his chest. His eye's were obscured by some fancy sunglasses, which also seemed to be failing to do much to hide his identity. He was wearing Adidas tracksuit pants, with a leather belt over it, and was wearing Hello Kitty socks, however these were mostly obscured on his left foot by the cowboy boot he was wearing, and plainly obvious due to the sandal he was wearing over the sock on the right.

He said "I need no explanation for this clock." He continued to munch on a pizza, which he'd wedged in between the mask and his face. Jack would've learnt two things about Garm. One, that the mask did not come off, not even for eating, and two, he was stubborn as a mule. He'd claimed when 'acquiring' (Read: stealing) his disguise to blend in, he'd done is best to try and match what he'd believed to be the social norm. So much for being incognito, he was just as if not more noticeable in his disguise. However one might've assumed he'd just been some schizophrenic patient on the loose.

"I believe I'm thoroughly caught up with... thy culture. It twas... most interesting. To see how much humanity has changed. It's... bordering on frightening." Garm shifted, looking around. "And who is it that we are waiting for until we begin introductions? Do we have this sort of leisure time?" Garm proceeded to say. Before finally stopping to finish his pizza, tossing aside the rubbish he'd just made. He stood, arms crossed, ready to prepare for any combat that may arise.
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