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The last few seconds of consciousness the holy man had were ones of pain and numbing sensations. As time seemed to slow down for him, Henry was well aware of his fatal injury and the intruders coming through it. He held them back for as long as he could. That's all he could have done. He was a...

Henry stared daggers at Kyoryuji, processing the prospect of another potentially contaminated mage. "For what it's worth, no, I never felt such a way." The Executor slowly spelled out. "It was not something of internal conflict for me, but of that against something else. It wants to be here." It...

Henry instantly took note of the barrier going up around him and the group's healer. It did nothing other than make him relieved the signs were obvious enough that people would take precautions at first glance. Many questions came his way, but he didn't know how to answer without saying too...

Gray wasn't one for forgetting important events that might be hiding true meaning behind them. Even now, she remembers Kyoryuji's dismissal earlier that aught was amiss. In this time of secrets and so many uncertainties, she hoped that the more that came to light, the better things may be. Alas...

"If you're still there, I want you out of my head right now." Kyoryuji had declared, successfully having had the attention of Add pulled to him. "Yup. Still here, bud. And don't worry; I'm not like other Mystic Codes. I can't get into anyone else's head but Gray's." Add announced, as Gray had...

Today was the day, Henry Slavoj was inbound to a meeting with the investigative ilk of the Clocktower. He was not one to hate the prospect of collaboration, considering the circumstances. Yet, he knew the piece de resistance was getting to meet the infamous Lord EL-Melloi, the mage who fought in...

Waver had a feeling this news would be taken to varying degrees by his colleagues, yet he could detect the unease or fear from some of them. An intangible threat would definitely do that to a person. It was what made pop culture ghost stories so terrifying; something living in a place...

Waver was truly relieved once the team members started piling back into his office. He had managed to get a rough night of sleep due to recent developments involving a disliked current sandwich eater. It wasn't the best of news, yet he knew that it was as invaluable as ever. The only potential...

Given that the following morning would be the first day of action, Waver lamented how they didn't have too much time to do things a bit more conventionally. What he had chosen not to inform his team was how Henry Slavoj was enforcing such a short time constraint for his presence in London...

He would never be able to vocally admit it to others at the Clocktower, but the level of professionality and respect the Church's members introduced themselves with struck it as a nice change of pace for the sullen Lord. If the Clocktower's supposed rivals could behave this way, it surely...

Olimpia's candor was lost on Bram, who was immediately sucked back into his own ego. "Let's get a move on, ladies and gentlemen. Tally-ho!" Bram announced, turning on his heels as if he was leading a marching band. "We can't leave the young, old fool waiting much longer!" Bram was ultimately...

Bram could feel a nerve tense in his head at some of the hidden attitudes he was receiving from some of the people he was addressing. It didn't fall on him that his absolutely horrendous people skills and lack of tact played a major role in this. Still, he remembered that this bunch would be the...

It went without saying that whenever a mage of Lord Rufleus' caliber and status kicks the bucket, there will always be those looking to either fill in the power vacuum or exploit it. One who might as well be aiming for both is Bram Nuada-Re Sophia-Re, the eldest son of the late lord and now the...

"Not a single lick of hard evidence." Lord El Melloi II grumbled, tossing the case folder onto his desk in a huff. He had been given obnoxious assignments by the Association in the past, but this one definitely took the cake. With the setting sun shining in through the windows, he sat down at...

No more could they be clouded by fear; that was what Bolbi kept reminding himself. In such a precarious position, it was logical that those trapped would be terrified out of their wits. He may not have been able to speak for other Master's and their Servants, let alone his own, yet he felt his...

Having let Quixote guide them to Sancha's path, which would soon to align with Yuriko's again, Bolbi was given time to lose himself in his thoughts. What he had experienced just before was only a smidgen of the turmoil he would encounter again and again later. A Servant who viewed their...

The pain was bearable at most, not dissimilar to injuries he had taken during his lifetime. Rising to his feet, Columbus sighed, wondering why he felt committed to this. Hell, he could just kidnap his Master and run for it. It may mean a command spell coming his way, but it would provide a...

It was of no surprise that Columbus was instantly overpowered. Whatever the identity of the Saber Servant, they were clearly one of much more history and experience than the salty sea dog that no suffered a cut tendon. He surely wasn't surprised by this, grinning as he was flung outside the...

All at once, the situation escalated. The Reality Marble turned to a cold night void of light, Columbus was getting ready to attack and an enemy Servant busted right through the convenience store wall and injured Yuriko. Bolbi couldn't even process it all. The new enemy Servant, wielding a...

Quixote did not like the idea of Reality Marbles in the first place. Trapping those within into a distorted world of illusion and delusion; reminded him of himself. Sancha seemed to sense his unease and place a hand on his shoulder, a gesture the elderly man reciprocated with a smile toward her...