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Dante Verren

Back from the Abyss
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#51
Charles Driscoll
Location: Driscoll Estate a few miles outside of Cardiff

"Then Derim it is" Charles said in recognition of Lancer's new name. Personally the name sounded a bit weird to Charles but it was likely do to the fact that it is a foreign name. He didn't know anything about the name Derim either but she didn't look like a Derim, well it was the name she had chosen for herself so the least he could do was respect it. He would raise the cup of tea to his lips and finish off the little bit that was still in the cup. Now that the tea was gone his breakfast was complete. A good breakfast, Lancer's new name, and a peaceful morning. All a combination for a good morning.... or at least it was until the intruder came into the picture.

At first Charles was none the wiser to anything going on, but Lancer, or Derim as he should call her moved to position herself on the other side of him. Add that to the fact that he could feel an air of tension coming from Derim that wasn't directed at Charles meant that something was wrong. What could it be? It was only the first morning of the grail war so another master wouldn't send there servant after him already. NOPE! Boy was Charles wrong. Not only was there another servant in his house but he was just down the hall and Charles didn't even notice!

When the mysterious servant spoke up Charles swore he almost had a slight panic attack. It's a good thing he had set down his tea cup or that thing would have gone flying through the air. Seeing as he didn't have the tea cup in hand nothing breakable went flying, instead his body just tensed up and what could have been his last thoughts ran through his head "Am I really going to die not even a full day into the war." This thought stirred an emotion that he tried his best to avoid feeling. rage. Like an overfilling lake pushing at the supports of a damn, that dark emotion tried to push it's way through. What stopped him from letting the waves of anger flow outwards, it was the Archer's declaration of peace.

"A Driscoll must always put his best foot forward, if you can't even do that then you are no Driscoll." That phrase which had left him alone since the death of his father resurfaced like he had heard it just the day before. It rang out clearly in his mind and heart, so much so that Charles with his right hand grabbed lightly at his chest. Closing his eyes he took a few deep breathes. With renewed strength his blue eyes opened and the previous smile that he had early returned in full force. As Derim scolded their new guest Charles looked past her and looked the man up and down, he definitely looked the part of a heroic spirit, though he was no match in the looks department compared to Derim.

He knew it was his turn to address his guest when Derim glanced at him. Motioning towards an empty chair. "Would you like to sit down, it isn't often that this part of the estate has a guest. If you have any information retaining these seals or the grail war I would love to hear about it." As he spoke Charles's voice was friendly and welcoming as if this new arrival was a friend who was invited over. That friendly tone wasn't fake either, and any animosity that Charles had felt in that quick second was shoved deep down and left to rot with the other feelings that are unbecoming of a Driscoll to show. "While we talk and you deliver your message would you like something to eat or drink? Coffee, Tea, or maybe water?"

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Ian Temero

Knight of Swords
#52
Shani - Berserker of Light
Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

Shani was expecting Hakan to freak out about the revelation that he was a pawn in someone else's game (a situation she was totally unfamiliar with) or at the very least complain about it a little, but then he just accepted it. "Exactly! No point sweating over what we can't change!" She agreed with a nod and a proud smirk. The more she talked with him the more it was confirmed that he was the perfect Master to have summoned her. Well, almost perfect. His average mana output meant she would have to hold back some in fights, and then there was the fact that he was a man rather than a woman. The first issue could be solved with training, but the second? Well... they were fighting for a wish granting cup, right?

"As I see it we have four options." The heroic spirit announced, holding up fingers to match. "One: We meet up with the rest of the Light faction. This would give us strength in numbers but would also give the enemy time to group up as well. Two: We go find the enemy. We'd get the jump on them but would have no back up if things got out of hand. Three: We summon the grail ourselves. It's just as important a task as defeating the enemy. Or four: We say screw the war entirely and go live our lives."

"Now I don't think any of us know how to actually summon the grail nor do I think any of us are the type to sit by and let the world end, so really we have two choices. Group up or fight. I'm fine with either choice. While having allies would be wise I am more than confident in my strength. Frankly there are few heroic spirits who could even hold a candle to me."

"So what do you say, Hakan?" She asked, leaning in. "Do we rally the troops or storm the castle?"

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Xel

The Paladin
#53
Vita RichterSeptember 15th - 8:30pm

As she left the house she took a moment to collect her thoughts. Left, right, she had a vague idea where the house was but it certainly wasn't close to hers. With a sigh she started walking down the street. As she went she looked down at her hand, at the symbols marking her. Despite her resistance to the twins she knew she was caught up in something troublesome. She had always known there had to be more people like her out there and the events that night proved her right. Some weird tattoo shows up on her hand, some weirdo kidnaps her to try and steal it, some other weirdos show up and save her and proclaim her their master. With another sigh she dropped her hand to her side, coming to a stop at an intersection as the occasional car flitted past.

As she waited for the light to change a voice echoed through her mind. It didn't feel like someone speaking to her, it felt like the voice was directly in her head. Rather than be surprised by this she let out a sigh, turning around to see nobody behind it. "A telepath and a teleporter, huh? Should I call you the TT sisters? Double-T? I already told you I'm not playing your game." The guy waiting at the intersection looked over at her, confusion written all over his face at the highschool girl talking to thin air. Paying him no mind she turned back around just as the light changed and resumed her trek home. She once again lifted her hand, facing her palm upwards as she looked at her watch. A groan slipped past her lips as she noticed the time. "They're gonna kill me..." She debated just telling her parents the truth of her situation, of why she was late. But knowing them they'd just worry excessively. So just as she kept her markings hidden from them she'd just have to keep this little event secret as well.


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wdinatx

Enjoyer of fandom and King of Heroes
#54
Berserker of Dark with Clux Ludenburg
For a while Berserker didn’t respond through Clux’s self deprecating monologue, mostly with a look of apathy but occasionally with a look of befuddlement. “While I cannot answer whether the other’s would get that same idea, I am confident that either the Servant or the master will dissuade the other if one got the idea. Not to mention the fact that that would give the light side a huge advantage.” Berserker of course followed, glad to get out of the cellar and closer to the fight. After Clux presented her battle plan, she noticed that Berserker was now an older man then before wearing a uniform that signified a higher rank then the others. Armed with only a pistol he spoke, “We are neither the commander nor the tactition for this fight, you are. We’ll follow your lead.” Yet again completely ignoring her tears while not turning away. Do they even care?
 

Misuteeku

The One Who Tries
#55
Rider
The younger Rider continued to monitor her master as per orders from the older sister. She had a few ideas to steer her master into the right directions, though a few of them had huge setbacks. Well, she had to do something before a servant came in. There was this saying that she heard before called, 'drastic times call for drastic measures.' Rider materialized in front of Vita, from the blue dust, and for once frowned at Vita. She did not care if there were others around, she needed to do this. "You know, I was serious about the whole 'save the world' and 'you're out master.'" The servant started to walk up to Vita. "I will not accept ignorance nor naivety, you have to accept this responsibility." At a blinding speed, Rider reached forth and grabbed the hand where the command seals were located. Her hold slowly cutting off Vita's circulation. "Even if you don't want to accept this new reality, even if you don't want to participate in this 'Holy Grail War,' people will seek you out and kill you because of these marks."

"You don't want to die, do you not?" Rider pushed Vita's hand away. It was time to test her Master. If she lived and accepted the truth of this new world then she'll let her live. If she doesn't accept this simple truth... A long saber materialized into Rider's hand. The blade seemed to resemble that of tusk with the hilt having gold elephant designs. "Let's play a game!" Rider said a somewhat sadistic smile forming on her face. In truth she was only doing it to scare Vita, she hated making such a face. She did not like fighting, just like her sister. Though as long as the ends justified the means, then so be it. "Let's play this... roleplaying game you spoke of earlier. Let's call it... Reality." At that instant she darted forth. She slashed her saber forward at the orange hair girl. Of course, she had tuned the attack so that humans like Vita could/should dodge the attack, but by no means it was slow.

'I hope sis doesn't get mad at me for this' The younger Rider thought to herself. As long as her Master had the conviction to live, then this would surely be enough. If not then oh well. While they wanted to save the people, it was more of a duty then an actual want to save them. These people who exist now do not a heroic such as the likes of the sisters. After all in this place of freedom, what could the sisters achieve if the people were already had their freedom and happiness?

The older Rider meanwhile was sitting down on a fountain, observing the nearby people walk by. There were people walking by minding their own business. Some were talking, some were laughing, some were quietly walking by. Rider could not help, but look at their hands. Their hands weren't calloused like those from in the distant past. As if her eyes were her hands she could tell they were soft, smooth, delicate hands. Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she stood up. She couldn't not win a war with herself, her sister, and a Master who doesn't know what's even going on. She knew what she had to say. She will not lie, nor will she continuously oppress the people with her words. Instead she will tell the complete truth.

"Everyone! The world is going to end! I need your help to save it from destruction!"

@Xel
 

Xel

The Paladin
#56
Vita RichterSeptember 15th - 8:30pm

Vita looked up from her watch just in time to have one of the twins materialize right in front of her causing her to let out a little yelp of surprise and jump back before shooting a glare at the girl. "Don't do that!" There were few things she hated more than being startled, and having some weirdo appear right in front of her certainly did nothing to lift her mood. Before she could even react her hand was being held in a vice-like grip causing her to wince in pain. "O-ow! Stop! Let go, you're hurting me!" The moment her hand was released she jerked it back, rubbing her wrist with her other hand as she glared daggers at the woman. The more the woman spoke the angrier Vita seemed to get. Her fury growing so palpable it felt as if it the very air itself was heating up.

Her blue eyes darted down to the sword that appeared in the girl's hand before darting back up to the woman's face. "Fuck off." She spat back at the mention of playing a game. Her crimson hair gently waved behind her as if caught by a subtle updraft. The area around her beginning to shimmer and dance like a mirage, her fist clenched tightly at her side as she endured the woman's words. The moment the woman charged forth Vita held her hands out, the heat radiating from her condensing into her hands to form a powerful blast of fire and heat, the blast so strong that it shot the girl backwards to dodge the attack while simultaneously bathing the woman in fire. Vita winced in pain as she came to a sliding halt several feet back, holding her hands slightly out as her entire arms ached from the sudden pressure. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

As expected her fire didn't do anything to the woman, regardless of what the girl's power was she was obviously a strong opponent, probably too strong for her to deal with. "What kind of servant tries to kill their Master!? If you're my servant shouldn't you do what I tell you to?" At this point trying to poke holes in the girl's fantasy was probably pointless, but she couldn't just ignore such obvious contradictions. Still, it was obvious the girl genuinely believed the nonsense she was spouting and obviously telling them to leave her alone wasn't working. So she'd just have to try another avenue. "If you two are my servants, and I'm your master, and we're suppose to fight and save the world... then I want you to obey me!" She pointed a finger accusingly at her assailant, her glare locked firmly on the girl's eyes. "If you can't even do your job as a servant then why should I believe anything else you have to say?" Well, this was the moment of truth. If it didn't work she'd just have to make a run for it and call the cops or something. "So... I want both of you on the ground in front of me, right now." Her accusing finger was directed downwards, as if directing a dog to sit. She just hoped they truly did believe the nonsense they were spouting.


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QuirkyAngel

White Masquerade's Blue Oni
#57
Jack Randal
“Is this the person that attacked you?” Jack’s former teacher lifted up a wallet-sized picture after listening to Jack’s thorough description of his miserable day.

“…yeah. How did you know?”

“She’s been spotted in several random locations all over the world—usually near sites of destruction. We’ve been keeping an eye on her, since her strength is clearly supernatural and she poses a potential risk to the magic society if unwatched. Some have speculated that she’s a Servant, though there’s been no solid proof thus far...” The blond woman sighed. “It would seem the rumors of a hidden Grail War occurring beneath our noses are turning out to be true after all.”

“So then these command spells are real!?” Jack raised his un-gloved hand.

“Looks it to me. Though, the only way to know for sure is to try summoning a Servant.”

“Aaaaagh!” Jack slumped over the counter, scratching his head rapidly in frustration. “But what do I do if it turns out to be real! One encounter with a crazy warrior lady is enough for me!”

His teacher barked a laugh. “For most mages it is an honor to be chosen as a Master.”

“Yeah?” Jack scowled. “Then how about you take my place?”

Sophia Rasputin was a former mercenary—skilled in both war and magecraft—before quitting and becoming a part time lecturer in the Creation Department. Surely she was much more suited to be a Master for the Holy Grail than he.

However, the Russian mage ignored his question and, instead, chose to down her shot in one go. “Isn’t there any wish you want granted?”

“Nothing I’d risk my life for.”

“You can tell that to the Servant that wants to kill you.”

Jack groaned, covering his face in his arms, as his former teacher called for another shot of alcohol. His former teacher would probably be more than a little drunk by the time the night was done. Even so, it was the charmed bartender refilling her glass that wouldn’t be able to remember their conversation at the end of it. Sophia Rasputin was a meticulous magus.

Meanwhile...
At the Ludenburg Mansion

On the hood of Clux’s car, a cat was curled into a resting position as it waited for the owner of the vehicle to real herself. The other humans hadn’t noticed it, too busy going about and following her orders to pay attention to a mere animal. Though, it also might’ve been due to a small charm placed on the feline to make sure that those who looked at it didn’t pay it much attention to it. The ones lacking magical aptitude at least.

When Clux finally arrived, the cat jumped off the hood and made its way to its target.

The cat didn’t open its mouth. However, young female voice was heard coming from the animal nonetheless.“You must be the master of Berserker. Greetings. I am your ally in this Holy Grail War.”



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Misuteeku

The One Who Tries
#58
Rider
Rider's sadistic smile was wiped off as everything shimmered then combust into flames. She didn't even try to dodge due to the fact that no spell could harm her in the amount of time Vita used. Well at least she knew that this girl wasn't exactly a civilian, so that was good. Though that temper of hers would need some work to fix. Rider's held her attempt to smile due to her Master's delicate state. Smiling would only cause the girl even more stress, so instead she opted for a more neutral expression. Though the expression slowly turned into a frown as Vita continued to berate them as if there were children... Which was somewhat true. These bodies did resemble children in a lot of ways, so she couldn't blame Vita for her assumption. When Rider got the chance, she would have to apologize to her sister again. "Well if it helps, there were probably some servants out there who poisoned, or betrayed their Master." Rider said.

However, once Vita mentioned the word obey, Rider's mood considerably soured and more so with Vita's following words. "Come again?" Rider said as if she didn't clearly hear what Vita had just said. While she wasn't exactly the most patient of the two, she withheld herself from trying to wound her Master. Vita still continued with the assumption that the Riders were a pair of kids, so it shouldn't be surprising that she would play along. Though it still made her unhappy to the point that she didn't feel like continuing the conversation further. "If you think we are going to obey just because you have the authority by which your Command Seals have granted you, then you are sadly mistaken." With that being said, she became incorporeal. She had accomplished what she had set out for, completing the contract between Master and Servant. Now all she had to do was watch over their hot tempered Master until her sister got back.

Meanwhile the older Rider was rousing up a crowd, mostly consisting of females, nearby the fountain. Though she would need more in order to accomplish her goal, this was a good start. Though their responses were not what she had wanted. They ranged from, "Oh my god the world is ending!" to "Child are you lost? Where are your parents?" though it was mainly the latter. Though at least her Noble Phantasm had kicked in. The next time she would come back, she'll recruit them into her army. She frowned when she sensed something from her younger sister. Even if they were two different beings, they could tell something was wrong with the other no matter the distance. However, she didn't have time to comfort her sister. She needed to rouse more people to join her army.

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DarkSuicune98

Flaming pile of Fandom Trash
#59
Shani - Berserker of Light
Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

Shani was expecting Hakan to freak out about the revelation that he was a pawn in someone else's game (a situation she was totally unfamiliar with) or at the very least complain about it a little, but then he just accepted it. "Exactly! No point sweating over what we can't change!" She agreed with a nod and a proud smirk. The more she talked with him the more it was confirmed that he was the perfect Master to have summoned her. Well, almost perfect. His average mana output meant she would have to hold back some in fights, and then there was the fact that he was a man rather than a woman. The first issue could be solved with training, but the second? Well... they were fighting for a wish granting cup, right?

"As I see it we have four options." The heroic spirit announced, holding up fingers to match. "One: We meet up with the rest of the Light faction. This would give us strength in numbers but would also give the enemy time to group up as well. Two: We go find the enemy. We'd get the jump on them but would have no back up if things got out of hand. Three: We summon the grail ourselves. It's just as important a task as defeating the enemy. Or four: We say screw the war entirely and go live our lives."

"Now I don't think any of us know how to actually summon the grail nor do I think any of us are the type to sit by and let the world end, so really we have two choices. Group up or fight. I'm fine with either choice. While having allies would be wise I am more than confident in my strength. Frankly there are few heroic spirits who could even hold a candle to me."

"So what do you say, Hakan?" She asked, leaning in. "Do we rally the troops or storm the castle?"

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Hakan took in her words and thought for a moment, before voicing said thoughts. Dov had slipped out of the cellar to the first floor of the house by now to fix himself a drink and try to clean some of the mess Shani made while the two discussed.

"Well, we don't know where the Masters of Darkness are, which is a disadvantage but also an advantage for us since they likely don't know where the Masters of Light are either. Now if we picked off some of the Masters on the opposing side one by one by ourselves then we could become an instant target."

"I say we gather allies, while I don't doubt your strength the main problem with fighting the opposing Masters ourselves would likely be my lack of skill." He explained. Reinforcement could only get him so far if he were to fight beside Beserker, and even if she did all of the fighting he'd only hold her back and make things disadvantaged for her.

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Xel

The Paladin
#60
Vita RichterSeptember 15th - 8:48pm

The redhead's already glaring eyes narrowed that much more at the mention of servants that betrayed their Masters. It was more a smartass reply more than anything else, even she knew that. You don't proclaim someone your master and all but force them into the role just so you can backstab them. In response to her demands the girl just gave some fancy 'screw you' and teleported off somewhere leaving Vita standing there, arm out-stretched, looking like a fool. After a few seconds she dropped her arm to her side and let out a loud hissing whine as she looked down at her arms. God she hated using that move more than anything, her arms felt like they had just been put through three hours of rigorous exercise. Frankly she was glad the kid teleported away so she didn't have to keep the stinging pain under wraps. Looking up at the sky she let out a sigh. "Do I jinx myself if I say I hope I don't see them again?" Yeah, probably. Best not to say anything of the sort then.

Taking a minute to wallow in pain she gingerly moved her bag against her and once again resumed her journey home. After a, thankfully, uneventful walk she came to the front of her home. Opening the door she made her way inside, kicking off her shoes as she called out "I'm home!". Before she had even gotten a few steps an older woman with similar red hair appeared from an adjacent room, looking her over. "Do you know what time it is?" The woman's expression said it all, the hands folded over her chest just further slamming it home. Vita offered her mom a weak, apologetic smile. "Sorry, Mama, got caught up with my friends and lost track of the time." She held her sheepish look until her mom simply sighed and turned around and went back to the living room. "Your dinner's in the fridge." Was all she said before disappearing around the corner.

Rather than concern herself with food Vita made her way up the stairs and straight to her bedroom, tossing her bag into the corner before flopping down onto her bed with a long, tired groan into the bed sheets. Turning her head she looked over at the clock on her desk, it wasn't even nine yet and she already felt like just going to bed. Just thinking back to that weirdo that kidnapped her and subjected her to that kind of pain caused a shiver to run down her spine. The very thought of it caused her to quickly shake her head into her sheets, driving the memory out of her mind. Lifting her head to rest her chin on the bed she stared at the conglomerate of stuffed animals at the head of her bed. "Guess I'll take a shower..." She finally muttered after several seconds before rolling to the edge of the bed and getting to her feet all without using her still sore arms. Snatching her pajamas and a towel from her closet she made her way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. The sooner she fell asleep the sooner all that nonsense would be behind her.


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Ian Temero

Knight of Swords
#61
Shani - Berserker of Light
Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

Shani gave another approving nod. "Sound reasoning. However, I have no way of finding them myself, so I'll leave the details up to you and your father." She told Hakan, hopping of the desk and moving towards the stairs. At the top step she paused and turned back. "Actually, I might have a way to draw other servants to us..." She added hesitantly, "but it could just as easily attract our enemies. And it would use a lot of your mana. So... let me know what you come up with."

Setting foot upstairs Shani looked around at the state the house was in and winced. Deciding that as the one that caused the mess she should probably help clean, the crimsonette started doing what she could to assist Dov, mainly by picking up any furniture that might have fallen and putting it back in place.

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DarkSuicune98

Flaming pile of Fandom Trash
#62
Shani - Berserker of Light
Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

Shani gave another approving nod. "Sound reasoning. However, I have no way of finding them myself, so I'll leave the details up to you and your father." She told Hakan, hopping of the desk and moving towards the stairs. At the top step she paused and turned back. "Actually, I might have a way to draw other servants to us..." She added hesitantly, "but it could just as easily attract our enemies. And it would use a lot of your mana. So... let me know what you come up with."

Setting foot upstairs Shani looked around at the state the house was in and winced. Deciding that as the one that caused the mess she should probably help clean, the crimsonette started doing what she could to assist Dov, mainly by picking up any furniture that might have fallen and putting it back in place.

@DarkSuicune98
Hakan took a moment to think it over, before following up the stairs. Dov had started sweeping most of the dust that had traveled from downstairs and sneezed, and Hakan winced himself at some of the mess, more particularly any glass shards from the few pictures the man had in the living room at the very least. Deciding to deal with those first, he'd speak up to Shani.

"If it'll help us find at least one ally, I'd say go for it." She didnt say it'd use up all of his mana or would outright kill him or something, so he was sure he could potentially replenish it at a reasonable rate. If their enemies found their location, they could always go somewhere else, or at the very least defend themselves. He was sure Dov would help, since the older mage wouldn't take kindly to people coming to his property-

Actually it'd likely be best to do whatever Shani was suggesting in the woods behind the house, just to save Hakan the trouble of Dov's simmering wrath. Or nagging, whichever came first.

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Ian Temero

Knight of Swords
#63


Shani - Berserker of Light
Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

As Shani was picking a bookshelf and putting items back on it Hakan said to go with her idea and she froze. "Are... are you sure?" She asked hesitantly, setting the book she was holding down gently. "Cause I really meant that to be a last resort kind of thing. But if you're sure then... then alright. Just make sure your mana's circulating at its most efficient and... and if it feels like I'm starting to drain your life force then stop me. Immediately. Because I will be using most of your mana, and if I'm not careful I could kill you."

With her warning given the Berserker stepped outside and began searching for a nice secluded place to work. Finding the woods behind the house she made her way deep inside for a mile before coming to a stop. I'm starting. Brace yourself. She warned Hakan telepathically before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

At first nothing seemed to happen except Shani drawing a steady stream of mana from her master, but then the tips of her hair began to glow, like a dying ember. And with each drop she drew from him the further the glow spread. Soon it wasn't just her body that was reacting to the condensing energy but her very surroundings. The ground began to shake and very air itself hummed with power, but even when nature itself was trembling around her she did not stop. It wasn't until she was a beacon of mana that could be felt around for miles, crimson hair seaming to burn in the center of a small localized earthquake, that she decided it was enough. Focusing all her power into her hands she pulled them away only to slam them back together with a roar, sending a shock wave of energy from a Noble Phantasm out for unknown miles around. An announcement to any Heroic Spirit that might hear.

As the glow faded from her hair Shani collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath as sweat dropped from her brow. While she had warned Hakan that it would take a lot from him she hadn't mentioned that it would take a lot from her too. This was where things got dangerous. If there was an enemy closer than an ally who decided to show up that night she might not have enough strength to fight them off, only endure until reinforcements arrived.

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DarkSuicune98

Flaming pile of Fandom Trash
#64


Shani - Berserker of Light
Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

As Shani was picking a bookshelf and putting items back on it Hakan said to go with her idea and she froze. "Are... are you sure?" She asked hesitantly, setting the book she was holding down gently. "Cause I really meant that to be a last resort kind of thing. But if you're sure then... then alright. Just make sure your mana's circulating at its most efficient and... and if it feels like I'm starting to drain your life force then stop me. Immediately. Because I will be using most of your mana, and if I'm not careful I could kill you."

With her warning given the Berserker stepped outside and began searching for a nice secluded place to work. Finding the woods behind the house she made her way deep inside for a mile before coming to a stop. I'm starting. Brace yourself. She warned Hakan telepathically before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes.

At first nothing seemed to happen except Shani drawing a steady stream of mana from her master, but then the tips of her hair began to glow, like a dying ember. And with each drop she drew from him the further the glow spread. Soon it wasn't just her body that was reacting to the condensing energy but her very surroundings. The ground began to shake and very air itself hummed with power, but even when nature itself was trembling around her she did not stop. It wasn't until she was a beacon of mana that could be felt around for miles, crimson hair seaming to burn in the center of a small localized earthquake, that she decided it was enough. Focusing all her power into her hands she pulled them away only to slam them back together with a roar, sending a shock wave of energy from a Noble Phantasm out for unknown miles around. An announcement to any Heroic Spirit that might hear.

As the glow faded from her hair Shani collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath as sweat dropped from her brow. While she had warned Hakan that it would take a lot from him she hadn't mentioned that it would take a lot from her too. This was where things got dangerous. If there was an enemy closer than an ally who decided to show up that night she might not have enough strength to fight them off, only endure until reinforcements arrived.

@DarkSuicune98 @Jean Otus @Misuteeku
"Yes, I'm sure." Hakan smiled, though if he had been told that she would end up drained of energy in the end as well, he wouldn't have agreed and had tried to come up with a different way.

When he was given a brief telepathic warning from Shani, he took a small breath and started channeling mana, before responding with 'Ready when you are.' and the resulting events nearly caught him off guard as the ground gradually began to shake, building up into a small earthquake that made him fall to his knees for a moment.

Without moving he kept circulating mana, doing his best to concentrate. Nothing fell over in the house this time, but the only sound heard once everything quieted and the dust settled was Hakan trying to catch his breath. 'Shani, what exactly was that?' He asked telepathically.

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HellsHaven

The Weebtaku Edgelord
#65
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Ah, fate is a cruel mistress indeed. The queen whose fury leaves kings dead on their thrones, the goddess that brings the ruination of empires at a whim.

From whose eyes were Ava looking through? Anguish. The body of a man lay before her, broken and tattered. Whoever's eyes Ava saw through, she was crying. A river of tears, a terrible, empty loneliness that lingered after loss. Indeed, even the gods, in its presence tremor. The inevitable end, the doom, ruination of Gods. Why must his road be cut short? She screamed out into the timeless skies, as she held his fading body in her arms -

Soft, fragile arms, trembling to the bone, soaked in crimson. The dark, macabre red did not suit those brittle little things, and neither was the blood-stained sword that those shaking fingers held onto ever so tightly. Remorse. All paths converged at this destination. Why must it be? Her knees fell to the ground, as she released the accursed blade, the forger, and the chisel that carved her fate in ice. A violation of nature, the murder of one's own father. She cried out, cursing her own fate, as his body, cold and lifeless, fell to the ground, drowning the sharp clanging in her sorrow, as the cursed sword fell -

Pierced through her heart. A bloodied blade, soaked in the lifeblood of the dragon. Despair. The hero; triumph over the Lord of Glimmering Gold. A shadow that lurked behind, the flames of avarice in her brother's eyes, the venom she saw in that man's eyes, the poison that she had resolved to bear until the end of time. It was for naught. She wailed in pure, black hopelessness. In the end, she amounted to nothing, yet brought the ruination of all she held dear. That was her fate, the Patron of the House of Gold, doomed to die at the hands of the 'hero', forced to play the villain in Fate's terrible game. In her dying breath, she whispered...

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Caster of Light
Caster's Lair | @The One Eyed Bandit

"Forgive me..." Ava would suddenly be hit with a wave of freezing water. Fafnir, in her panic, threw several more buckets of icy water in her frenzied attempt to wake Ava from her slumber. "I'm so sorry~!" Caster sniffled pitifully, as she began shaking Ava back and forth violently, all the while screaming pleas at the woman. "Don't leave me~~~!!! I'm so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~" The first thing Ava would see as she opened her eyes would be a teary-eyed girl with red hair and horns protruding from her head, bawling her eyes out and repetitively screaming apologies one after the other, and begging Ava to 'not die' or something along those lines.

Upon close inspection, one would make out that they were in a storeroom of sorts, glittering with gold. Fafnir's Lair. Among the items littered along the floor, was a globe-like object that seemed rather out of place. Rather, it seemed to emit a soft blue glow of mana, and a red-colored ring appeared to be flashing somewhere around the USA region. The red glow was weak, almost invisible to the naked eye, but it was certainly there. The emerald ring on Caster's finger was also emanating a gentle, green glow. However, Caster was too preoccupied with attempting to knock consciousness into Ava to notice. Whatever spell that Caster might have cast previously, she had clearly, possibly unknowingly drawn from Ava's mana to cast it, as Ava would feel quite light-headed as she drifted back to consciousness.

"Wake up...! I even ordered more pizza! Don't eat me!~ Or die on me~ I forbid you from doing so!" Caster continued crying and sniffling, failing to notice any signs that Ava was probably conscious by now.
 
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Jean Otus

Would-Be Prince
#66
Archer of Dark
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Archer looked out over the remains of his kingdom, the private hell that he was meant to occupy in the throne of heroes. He scanned the burning fields, piles of ruined black armor and weapons and broken banners. The view filled him with rage, there was nothing redeemable. Everything he had worked for years to attain, the sacrifices he made to build his kingdom up, all squandered within months of his passing. He considered screaming, rampaging through his ruined land, tearing everything to shreds. That was what he had done for the first four hundred or so years. Now there was none of that passion left, his anger was now little more than smoldering, spiteful hate, driving him forward to restore his dream, as punishment to all his enemies. He slowly felt this wish consume him as time wore on. An unknown amount of days passed as he mulled over this wish, letting the idea become the core of his being, the pining for the miracle of rebirth, redemption, and revenge dominating his thoughts. Finally, as he sat amongst the ruins of his dreams, a golden light shone down from above. A voice, wise and resolute called him somewhere else, far away in time and space. He allowed himself to rise and be summoned. The Grail War would provide him with the miracle he needed.

As Archer was pulled through the summoning circle in spirit form, he looked out on his new master and their surroundings. It appears that they were an old mage of some considerable skill and wealth. She seemed to be a worthy master. For the briefest moment, he felt relieved that he had been summoned by someone worthwhile. Then it hit him, the drip of information from the grail, educating him about this era. He felt the bile rise in his throat as he saw what had become of the lands he had fought to claim and protect. He felt his blinding rage rise in him again, driving him forward. He manifested in front of his master and knelt in front of the old woman, the buttons on his black legion's uniform clinking softly, disturbing the placid calm of the private garden.

"You're right Master, we do have a war to win. I will stop at nothing to eliminate your enemies to claim the grail." He offered up his most charming smile along with his loyalty. "I hope that you'll provide me with what I need to attain victory, Master." Without waiting to be acknowledged he rose and looked around. It was a fine estate, but far from a castle. It would most likely be best if he went abroad to hunt the other masters and their servants.

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QuirkyAngel

White Masquerade's Blue Oni
#67
Jack Randal
Jack watched as his former teacher drew the summoning circle to anchor a heroic spirit in the world. In the end he decided to go along with the ‘Holy Grail War’ he’d been drawn into. Part of the reason was out of curiosity. Though a larger part had to do with survival instincts. There was only so much he could do on his own to hold off the warrioress Servant that was after his life. He didn’t want to endanger his former teacher either.

The letter he’d received just this morning revealed that he’d been targeted by Saber. It offered him assistance should he need it—signed by someone who claimed to be his ally in the Holy Grail War. Jack wasn’t sure if he could trust it. Someone randomly calling themselves his “friend” in a bloody war for the Holy Grail was bound to be shady.

But he had no reason to reject either—especially since it was true he was being targeted.

There was simply too much he didn’t know. Better to saddle with someone that sounded like they knew what was going on…then make the appropriate decisions once he had more information to work with. However, Jack refused to walk into a potential trap unprepared either.

He didn’t have a catalyst. His only goal was to live through the grail War. Therefore he needed a Servant that would help him accomplish that.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” Jack dropped the goggles over his eyes and held his left arm in front of him as he began the chant:

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let Black be the colour I pay tribute to."

The command seals on his left hand began to glow an unholy black. In response, the bracelet he wore activated—a simple mystic code he’d created in his earlier days that would widen circuits and amplify magic. The worse thing about attempting such a dangerous ritual is that it might kill him if he wasn't good enough.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."

Okay, now the things in Sophia Rasputin’s storage room were beginning to tremble. Jack pressed on.

"I will declare it now!
Your flesh shall serve under me.
My fate shall lie with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to my will and reason…Then answer!"

The pentagram brightened and the sheer amount of magical pressure in the room was nauseating for the young magus. It was as if death was coming for him. Fortunately, he was wearing his goggles.

"For an oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all Life.
I shall dominate over all the evils of Hell! "

“Hurry it up. I think your friend is here.” Sophia Rasputin was peering out the storage window, her back against the wall and assault rifle loaded in her arms.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Guardian of the Holy Balance!"

Then an explosion sounded. Either from the force of the summoning circle or Saber barging into the storage room, Jack couldn’t say. The magical energy had knocked him off his feet and he was busy covering his head and shutting his eyes as the sounds of gunfire followed.

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Ian Temero

Knight of Swords
#68
Shani - Berserker of Light
Woods Behind Hudson Home - Jackson, Michigan

That... Shani answered between gasps for breath, was my Noble Phantasm. I... put as much power into it... as I safely could and... discharged it all... into the air. It's... not meant to be... used that way, so... I have no clue how effective... it was. On top of that dry-firing her power like that had caused some recoil and her whole body ached like she just had a building dropped on her (something the Berserker had actually been through), but she was too proud to let Hakan know that.

Gritting her teeth, Shani slowly climbed to her feet, literally digging her fingers into the tree she was using for support, and started limping her way back to the house. I don't know how far it will go... but if another Heroic Spirit noticed it they shouldn't... be able to resist taking such a display as an invitation. Let's just hope, in case they're an enemy, that they don't show up before you've had time to recover. And herself, she added but didn't broadcast.

Speaking of, how's your mana level?

@DarkSuicune98
 
#69
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From the magical explosion, rose a figure, burdened with a fur cloak, and glowing mask. Rider rolled his shoulders, nonchalantly. He stood tall, and for a split second, his head swiveled around the area, seemingly surveying his surroundings, attempting to gain a grip of where he was. He stopped for a fraction of a moment, intrigued by a lightbulb, before refocusing on the incoming saber, before saying "I congratulate thee for summoning me. Now. Let us deal with the matter at hand, thence we shall become thoroughly introduced." He drew his sword from his sheath, performed a flashy trick, spinning it around, before dashing at Saber, following with a multitude of slashings, before attempting to kick them away to provide some space between it and his summoner.

After kicking her away, he signaled for Jack to remain where he was, while Rider continued to advance towards Saber, doing his best to make sure the summoner who had taken him away from his boring duties remained alive. He looked at the door, or rather what remained of the door, now knowing he was guarding it and what remained within, and then bolstered himself, his feet glowing with energy before he launched at Saber at an alarming speed.

He continued to dance around the Valkyrie, or at least best he could if it matched his speed, each time stepping around them, trying to land a blow with his sword, and laughed "Oh, the woe of waiting! Tis has been too long since I've embarked on this plane of existence! Oh, how I missed the bloodshed, the combat, the chaos. You're kind is easy enough to deal with... all one must do is rip asunder the feather's from your dreaded wings!" He said, planting himself in the ground, reading for his next attack, he drew an absurd amount of mana into his sword, it now gaining a violet apparition appearing around it. He then attempted to, once more, leap at Saber and attempted a horizontal slash directed to the torso of Saber.


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CrimsonEclipse

The One and Only
#70
KHUNBISH

Khunbish strode towards her Servant, appearing to glide as she moved, the very earth itself moving her forward. She knew who he was, how could she not when she has procured the catalyst for the summoning herself. She knew him, and she could guess what he wants, which is precisely why she chose him. His wish would, in no way, interfere with hers nor would it conflict in any way. Nothing destroys a partnership faster than conflicting goals, magically reinforced it may be. Khunbish doesn’t want to have to bother watching out for her own back, she has too many things on her mind as it is.

“Greetings King of Black. Yes, I know you, and I know what you want. Of course I need not point out that this world, this is not the world you know. Your world is that of the past, those you wish vengeance upon, they are no longer here.” Khunbish said, stopping in front of her servant. “Then why do I bring this up? Simple. I want you to focus on the present, not the past. Your attention should be pointed towards winning this war, not at your past.

Of course I could just be wasting my breath, a man of your standing must surely know which things to prioritize, but I will not take my chances. I will win this war, and while I’d rather have it with a Servant by my side, I’m not adverse to doing this alone, especially if all you do is weigh me down with your regrets of the past and pointless vengeance. Do I make myself clear?” As she said those final words, the earth itself rose, bringing her eye to eye with her Servant.

And without even waiting for a reply, Khunbish turned her back on him, walking towards the building right in front of her. The old wman waved her cane, calling for her Servant to follow her. “Now, I may not be an expert of the Holy Grail War, but I know enough to understand that this war is no simple one. Tell me what you know of it.”

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Misuteeku

The One Who Tries
#71
Rider
After a while Rider had to leave the area after people had come and dispersed the crowd she had gathered up. Rider had to take account of every name and face that had attended her recruitment in order to recruit them for the war. Now she was departing back to her Master's house. Her sister had been silent of as late meaning that she had probably messed up with communicating with their Master. How troublesome it was to clean up after every time she messes things up. Well, that was siblings were for. They had each other's backs, when one was in trouble the other would come in and save the day.

Once she arrived at her master's house, there was a short silent conversation with her sister. No words were needed between these sisters as emotions were just enough. Having learned what had transpired over the time that she had been gone, the Older Rider sighed before entering inside the house. Being incorporeal meant that she couldn't really see where she was going, only sensing other organism nearby. There two other people inside the house that she assumed was her Master's parents.

Going along towards the entity who she recognized as her Master's she followed her. She then the materialized inside her Master's room. Waiting for the moment her Master would notice her, she held up her hand in an attempt to calm her down before escalating things further. "Hold, I come in peace." Rider said, tone of voice being more mature than her sister. The last thing she needed was her Master to blow herself up again. "I've come to talk to you and clean things up, so please humor me for a few minutes."

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QuirkyAngel

White Masquerade's Blue Oni
#72
Saber of LightToo late.

She was too late.

Those were Saber’s thought as a hail of bullets rained down upon her. Nothing too dangerous for a Servant like her (she couldn’t even feel it), but it did manage to kick some dust in the air and served as a mild distraction until the Servant of Dark moved.

“You…” That was all she managed to get out before the assault began. Raising her shield, Saber kept to the defensive as the swordsman slashed away, finishing his combo with a kick to her shield that sent her skidding back outside the storage shed—though not very far and certainly nothing that could knock her off her feet. It was clear his goal was just to create some distance between her and his Master.

She’d hoped to finish off the Master of Darkness before another enemy could be summoned. However, she had failed her master and things would be more difficult from here on out.

Eyes on her opponent, Saber kept where she was as the Servant launched himself at her, meeting him sword for sword. He was clearly a master swordsman and a bit more nimble on his feet than her. However, he wasn’t so fast that she couldn’t track his movements either. Jaws clenched at his taunting words, Saber met his violet glowing sword with her shield—blocking his horizontal slash. “Rip my wings will you? I suppose it’s fate that we fight end up fighting each other here today.”

More feathers sprouted from Saber’s armor, forming a pair of wings, as the female warrior rocketed forward with her shield in front and sword—engraved with snakes and runes—raised.

“Prepare yourself, Harbinger of Death! I swear upon this sword of the man I love that I’ll not let your side triumph so Iong as I draw breath!”



Personal Skill Revealed!
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Armor of Feathers
In order to do her duties in service to Odin, Saber wears armor of swan-feathers that grants her the ability to fly. Her agility receives a rank-up when this skill is activated.​


@Prince_Wolf
Meanwhile
Jack Randal (Master of Dark, Rider)
“Watch out, Rider!” Jack called from where his new Servant had told him to wait. An frightening-looking guy, judging from his armor, though his words were rather poetic. In a macabre sort of way. “ Her endurance and magic resistance is high!”

After summoning his Servant, Jack found he had the ability to see the class, skills, and parameters of Servants. It was odd, but useful. With the revelation of her personal skill, there was no longer any doubt. The enemy Saber was a valkyrie—one of the women chosen by Odin to bring fallen heroes to Vahalla. Which one though? There was a whole list of them.

“Move, Jack!”

Before he could try to work out who the enemy was, Sophia shoved him aside and Jack once again found himself sprawling.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang! “Drop the glamour and show yourself!”
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A woman in a dark suit appeared out of thin air. Jack would've noticed her if he'd been paying attention. “Sophia Rasputin. I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Why? This is my shed,” Sophia snorted. “You’re the one that doesn’t belong here…Rika Santoki. Did you quit the enforcers to join a grail war?”

“That is none of your concern. More importantly, do you know what will happen if he lives?”

Jack blinked as the woman called Rika suddenly pointed at him. Rather rude, in his opinion.

Sophia shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care. A teacher’s job is to protect their student—even if they're a failure dropout.”

“Hey!”

“I see.” Rika Santoki cracked her knuckles, her hands burning with some kind of magecraft. “Let’s get started then.”

Jack found himself a safe spot behind a crate of…guns…as he alternated between watching the two women fight and the two Servants fight. Joining them would be the manly thing to do, but Jack knew he’d be more of a hindrance than anything else. Wars and battles weren’t his specialty.
 
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Xel

The Paladin
#73
Vita RichterSeptember 15th - 9:17pm

Vita stared at the wall before her, the warm water cascading over her as she lost herself in thought. She looked down at the markings on her hand. They were completely unaffected by the water as they always were. Staring at those symbols it was clear that she had been dragged into something. Whether it was some grand war to get the Holy Grail an save the world she wasn't sure, but between the weird guy and the twins it was obvious there was more to this story than she wanted to accept. With a sigh she shut off the water and snatched up her towel, quickly drying herself off before wrapping the towel around herself and making her way back to her room. Just as her hand was about to reach the pajama's she had left out she paused. A feeling of being watched swept over her, as if there was another person nearby.

Quickly spinning around she spotted one of the twins. With a yelp of surprise she stumbled back, tripping over some clutter on the floor to go tumbling to the ground with a hard thud and more than a few muttered sounds of pain. "Vita? What was that?" The sound of her Mother soon followed almost in sync with the twin's words. Her hand shot up to grab the blanket from her bed to wrap around herself as she glared at the girl for just a second before calling out. "N-nothing! I just tripped!" "Are you ok?" "I'm fine!" With her Mother placated she focused on the stalker now in her bedroom. "What is there to even talk about? I gave you a chance to prove your sincerity and you just ran away. Besides, none of this has anything to do with me. Even if you are telling the truth don't you think saving the world is a little large-scale for a teenage girl from Wyoming?" As she spoke she gingerly got to her feet, keeping the blanket firmly wrapped around her form as she went.


Richter Residence
Interactions: @Misuteeku (Rider)​
 
#74
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Rider smiled profusely under his mask and then began to laugh "Glad to see despite all this time, I still have a reputation among your kind." He nodded towards Jack, trying to convey he had heard what had been directed to him. He prepared to do his best to try and sidestep the charging Valkyrie, retaliating as she flew by with a nick on one of her wings. He looked at what he had done. A single feather fell down, resting in his palm. It turned to dust in the icy palm of his hand. ''Tch. Thou radiant feathers break with such ease. A pathetic display. Hadst thou not attempted to draw master's blood, I wouldst not have wasted such fleeting time for thou. Though, thou spirit stays unfaltering for the blood of this master of mine.''

He thrust his sword into the ground, which cracked and gave way for Rider's deathly blade. He opened his arms wide, beckoning Saber forth as if welcoming an old friend. ''Dear maiden who guides the honorable to Valhalla, if thy intent is to cross swords, then I shall with glee, comply with thou. My accursed fate art chiseled in ice, and thou knowest this well. I pray that thine remember the unforgiving winds of Helheim? Valkyrie, thou art not immortal, for I know of thy kind. Pray tell, dost thou knows of mine?''


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#75
Clux Ludenberg
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Clux stopped dead in her tracks just when she was about to enter her vehicle she spotted a black cat, which was fine and all until it began to talk. Clux knew of familiars and what not but she had only ever read about them now she was getting to see one in person. "Ally?" Clux repeated the word as if it was foreign to her a word she'd not once heard uttered in her life. She titled her head at the black cat taking a few steps around it to see it from other angles. "Are you someone speaking through this cat or are you the cat?" She asked just to be sure then she suddenly teared up at a realization. "You knew my name and where i live. How'd you find that out so fast?" Clux began to rub her eyes while the help would not take notice of the cat they would however notice their master crying. As such Clux had her tears wiped for her, one servant even came over to hold a tissue for her so she could blow her nose. As soon as each one help their crying master they went on about their business not a single one bothering to ask why she cried. Perhaps she got shocked by the door or the sun is a little too bright, whatever it was not a single servant cared nor bothered wondering what the true reason was. Clux stopped her crying and directed her attention back to Berserker. "Have you noticed anyone nearby?" It might've been slightly surprising how quickly Clux always seemed to bounce back from her baby like crying.
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