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[Nenma Takashi]

Clux Ludenberg
Clux had been hiding safely behind Berserker not in fear of being attack but rather in fear of being looked at. These strangers made Clux incredibly nervous it didn't help that some of them were actually quite intimidating. She planned to spend this whole meeting directly behind Berserker, but it would appear they had other plans for their master as they shoved Clux in front. Causing her to stumble slightly when she looked up eyes were on her, she had to introduce herself that was it. She could do that no problem it would be easy so totally easy. 'Like taking candy from a baby, which is truly a weird analogy I'm not sure it'd be very easy at all. I'd probably feel bad for the baby after stealing from it, not to mention if it cried people would see you stealing from a baby. Then you'd be known as that person who steals candy from babies and everywhere you went they'd berate you for attempting such a horrible thing. Your name would no longer matter for you'd be forever known as candy stealer and they would make signs warning babies that you'll steal their candy. Even if by some miracle you find love and bare a child your own child would know their parents steal candy and live in constant fear of the day you steal their candy. Thus creating a gap between you resulting in your child never truly loving you and and and and.....why is my face feel wet? Uh oh,' Clux had succeeded in making herself cry like usual she quickly brought hand up to her eyes to try and wipe them. Doing so too fast she accidentally poked her right eye making matters only worse. "I'm uh," She paused briefly to sniffle. "C-clux Luden-*ahem* Ludenberg this is my servant uh...B-B-Berserker. It is nice to be here and meet you all at this place in which we are meeting which is also nice and a very nice place, wait I already said nice I meant pretty yeah it's pretty oh I'm rambling my bad I'm sorry very sorry, I'll stop now it's just hard to once I get going since I'm very nervous, I mean I'm not nervous nervous like I'm totally good to go for this whole war thing um uh well uh G-go team go?"

After her train-wreck of a sentence she quickly hid behind Berserker again clutching tightly to their back.
QuirkyAngel , Jean Otus wdinatx Prince_

 

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[div class=left]Caster

So he DID hear me when I brought up the trolley train problem. It was a little mean of him, to in spite of it still make of his answer a secret. The coming war would reveal the answer of course, if it was that it hadn't already been showcased by the side he was on alone, but it was still frankly disappointing to not be able to hear it from his own mouth. A little worrying even. Even so, I followed along with his words about making everything into what we dreamed of.

"It is, without doubt, as you say master. After all, what other chase would call for such a grandiose name as "the holy grail war"?" I allowed myself to chuckle a bit in agreement while he took to the door.

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There weren't a lot of people around the shrine today, as expected. Likewise as expected, we did not find any clues about the other servants just from walking around, though my master did grab himself a newspaper which would hopefully yield better results. Hopefully he wouldn't forget to at least pretend to be coming to come to the shrine for legitimate reasons, considering that to the public eye he was just walking around alone with his newspaper. I wouldn't be seen by the old man with the glasses and the cotton shirt leisurey observing the trees, nor the woman pulling her child by the hand towards the suzu or said child who in turn seemed to have grown a rather passionate attachment to a ladybug crawling through the rocks. Neither the black-haired couple standing by the stairs, handling trembling and hesitantly going together as if taking a life for the first time, nor the shrine's Kannushi, who just walked up to the old man and started chatting like old friends (which was entirely conceivable they were) would notice me draining away some of the mana from this oversaturated air and into the little statuetes I just unpocketed. With no oddities or enemies in sight, things were off to a good start, but I might as well warn my master just in case. Not that I could do so verbally, my voice wasn't concealled, my form was simply spiritual.

<If you would be so kind, master, please offer your prayers at the shrine. I do suppose theism might not be...quite a match for your disposition or present inclinations, though if such is indeed the case, there shouldn't be any harm in displaying a bit of theater. Might sate a bit of my nostalgia about it while we're at it. You could even try calling our keeper, perhaps inquire to the location of our allies or even enemies, though one could expect such an effort to be in vain. It is a reasonable assumption, no doubt about it, that keepers wouldn't be at our beck and call in such a manner.> My voice echoed in master's head., accompanied by a slight chuckle at that last proposal of mine. I proceeded to continue once I calmed myself down. <Nonetheless, what we do require is an unconspicuous presence of a typical and most ordinary shrine goer. Once having that, none should be bothered by a man reading a newspaper or two. There appears to be an empty seat over by the right.>

Oh...

<And I would make haste about it if I were in your place, master. It might be in your interest to know about this commotion that appears to have begun in one of the places I had eyes on.>



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Mentions: QuirkyAngel (keeper of darkness)
Interacting With: Gundam Watcher 27 (Ryuga)
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[QuirkyAngel]

Saber of Darkness
Saber couldn’t say he expected the attack from Assassin, though the result proved to be quite informative, if nothing else. Watching Tran deflect Assassin’s bullets showed that she was a skilled fighter. The fact that she used an oriental blade meant she was of Asian origin. That made sense with her unique pseudonym and cut down her list of potential identities quite a bit, though there was still a good chunk of possibilities left.

While the grail gave him knowledge of other heroic spirits, it didn’t tell him anything about the vessels they ended up in or anything else beyond their legend. Seeing their talents firsthand was still a better way to gauge capabilities. And, judging from how the humans around him reacted to Assassin’s assault, her thrall was strong. Very strong. Or…it could just be said that humans were simply weak-minded beings.

He didn’t feel anything from looking at her, after all.

Saber met Tran’s cold glare with amusement. “On the contrary, the fact that you are here means I’ve come to the right place.”

The glamour Saber wore dissolved, revealing his true appearance.

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Not panicking civilians seemed pointless at this point. Tran had already revealed her supernatural abilities by materializing the weapons she carried and displaying her bullet deflecting prowress. Granted her hand had been forced. While her aggression didn’t necessarily mean she served the Light faction given the situation, he doubted she was Caster. Very few casters were blessed with the physical abilities she demonstrated.

That meant she was one of the other Servants on the Light side.

Not Saber, since he’d already crossed swords with the enemy Saber multiple times. Not Assassin because he killed her. Not the cowardly Archer who ran every time he got caught spying on their faction. Berserker, Lancer, or Rider? Nothing about her indicated insanity enhancement, a pole-arm, or a mount…yet.

“You seem to care a lot about the humans in this establishment,” Ignoring the stupidly optimistic human that had been incessantly trying to usher him out, Saber drew his sword, the weaker of his two Noble Phantasms, and weaved it through the air like a wand…trying to steal their wits away. Only the female fruitlessly trying to pull at his arm, Amy, Nadia, and a couple of random males fainted. Odd. Another one of the Servant’s powers?

Oh, well.

He could tell his master that he tried.

A single, murmured word in his native tongue and the ones that had their phones out suddenly burst into flames—their screams as they burned alive further adding to the chaos. “If you want them alive, don’t get them involved.”

Getting to his feet, Saber kept his eyes on the Tran as he approached her, blade in hand. “This is your doing, isn’t it? Their unnatural support of you both here and in Laramine? It’s an interesting ability.” There was no particular hostility in his tone. “A charismatic, female leader from the far east…I feel like your true identity ought be within grasp, but…”

Shaking his head, the silver haired, dark-skinned elf shrugged, a lackadaisical smile on his features as he leveled the blade at the enemy Servant. “Ah well. I suppose it won’t matter if you’re going to die."

The tip bubbled with bright flames. "A pity its come to this. I'd been enjoying our conversation."

Large bullets of searing fire sped towards Tran one after another—a ceaseless barrage to keep her entertained. If Assassin was still gunning for Vita’s life, a missed bullet or a couple of humans shouldn’t stop him…unless of course, Tran’s weapon had hit its mark. A good sniper moved as soon as they fired—at least according to his Master. But who’s to say that Assassin was a good sniper? Saber knew about as much about Valk as he did Tran. That is to say, not much.

The Battle Begins! ​ NPC Saber is on the offensive! Reminder that death flags can be raised at any time, all attacks should be responded to, no godmodding (unless you're the gm or are allowed to), and respect all posts. Just basic rp rules. Otherwise, treat this like any other post (I just felt like trying to be more gm-like), get creative (within certain boundaries), and have fun (do your best not to die). Any questions, ask ooc. Any disputes you can't settle on your own, bring to me.

Xel , Misuteeku , simj26

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Master of Darkness - Ryuga Tohsaka

He folded up the news paper and rolled it up afterwards, before putting it in his left side pocket. He would telepathically reply to Caster, "I may not be very religious, but even I believe in luck. Perhaps I should pray here real quick. If I'm lucky, maybe an spirit of luck or victory might show." He smiled a little, knowing that it wasn't much of a joke.

He knelt down, putting both hands together, before closing his eyes and thinking about his prayer, silent to all but Caster.

"If there is anyone frirendly listening to this, I ask of you, please show yourself to me. This war I know will be difficult, but I know if I'm within a group of allies, we can pull through. Also, if it is possible, I..... I wish I could meet my father. I don't understand why he abandoned me, but his rejection of myself has influenced my life, and not in much of a good way."

He had tears running down his face, but these were ones of true sadness and helplessness. "I grew up without a father to look up to, and because of that, my life was full of nearly nothing but struggling to live. Whenever I was bullied by others, I always thought of cutting my lifeline. However, my mother said I was brought into this world for a special reason.... And right now, my reason is to fight to change this world of sadness. If anyone is listening, please..... Make yourself known."

Interacting with: Caster of Darkness ( Idea )

May want to Reply: Caretaker of Darkness ( QuirkyAngel )

 

[Takumi98]

Glad that Caster took his advice before she said anything else after starting on her tangent, he sighed silently. The male raised a hand to rub at his eyes as she made her exit. Moving to stand to his feet, he heard Ava and another woman approach. Wincing at Ava's words towards his servant, he glanced to Shani for a moment to gague her reaction to being called a wuss, before his attention went to Milberga and Ava as thry finally stepped into the lair.

As the woman introduced herself and Ava slipped away to find Fafnir, Hakan rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to smile and hide the fact that he was tired as all hell.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Narbareck, given the circumstances and all." He greeted, "Hakan Hudson, and this is Shani, Berserker class Servant. Thank you for preparing lodgings for us." He added.

Ian Temero LostHaven The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Jean Otus]

Archer of Darkness
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The journey to England had been largely uneventful. After topping off his reserves of magical energy he had done his best to conserve power and lessen the burden on his master, mostly acting as a sentry in spirit form. Shortly after that night, the trio had flown across the seas to England to meet with some of the other masters and servants of their faction. Traveling in an airplane had been an interesting experience, though nothing compared to the rush of getting to explore a new land, New York had grown rather boring. London, on the other hand, had a completely new personality, and his nagging curiosity compelled him to explore once he could find the time. The country had been defeated in their 100 years war shortly before he came to the throne, it had been little more than a backwater then. It was nothing compared to the great empires of the continent. Apparently, it had done quite well for itself in the meantime.

Meeting with the other masters and servants too had posed an opportunity for an exciting new experience. The masters who were selected to aid in their cause of reforming the world were surely the greatest magical minds of the era. The servants too would surely be the most magnificent heroes of the human canon. Needless to say, Archer was actually excited to meet them in the cathedral that night.

That night brought a great deal of disappointment. It would seem that Archer had a massive burden to bear. The Berserker seemed quite competent, if not somewhat mysterious. Archer noted that he should be observed regularly for the sake of cohesive operations. Berserker's master didn't seem much better, though she was clearly a mage of merit, her constitution left something to be desired. Cowering in front of your allies? What was that about? Still, the war would likely harden the young woman into a fierce master. A thought that brought a smile to the servant's face, if only briefly.

The most troublesome pair seemed to be that of Rider and his master. While the master seemed like an upstanding and powerful man of character, the state of his servant made Archer doubt the man's skill as a mage. Rider seemed to have been summoned with a baffling form of madness enhancement that stripped him of all social reason or decorum. He dressed like all the mistakes of humanity made manifest, acting in such a way that made Archer's sensibilities twist in the offense. A slight twitch developed in his right eye whenever he looked at him.

When it came to be Archer's turn to speak, he introduced himself with as much propriety and decorum as his militant form could manage. "I am the Archer of Darkness, with my long gun it is my desire to end any conflict before any of my allies have to step on the battlefield. You have no need to fear danger." He gave a polite bow to the assembled group while casting a tremendous wink at Berserker's master. "For the sake of disclosure, my true name is Ma-ghhhkkk!" His speech was cut short as his identity concealment skill triggered against himself, and teeth closed on his tongue, drawing some blood. Archer bent over in pain and coughed into his gloved hands, cursing the skill that protected his anonymity while also preventing him from glorifying himself.

QuirkyAngel Nenma Takashi wdinatx Prince_

 

[Xel]

Vita RichterSeptember 16th - 3:15pm​

The three girls listened intently to what the man had to say. A small "That's cool." there, or a "I wish I could travel." here punctuating his explanation. Of the three of them, Amy was the only one who'd left the state leaving the other two to be a bit more enamored with the idea of traveling. At the mention of Tran's name Nadia piped up. "Isn't it? She says she's from Texas." Casting a glance over at the brunette Vita was quick to follow up. "Yeah, she's my cousin from Texas. She's here on holiday." She didn't like the guy probing towards Tran. But if she could tell he was a servant, it only made sense he knew she was too. As that thought entered her mind she realized it was probably dumb using her cousin excuse on the guy. Didn't that basically tell him outright that she was the girl's Master? Ah well, he probably already knew that, too.

What happened next was all too much for the redhead to follow. Glass shattered and the sound of gunfire rang out throughout the streets. Before she, and everyone else, even had a chance to scream Tran was already beside her, sword in hand. Needless to say the three girls were quick to hit the floor. Vita had an idea of what was going on, but her friends thought it was some random shooter. Alas, others in the cafe were a bit calmer and more collected and hurriedly ushered the trio towards the exit. She couldn't help but think Tran was behind this, since normal people didn't treat others like some VIP during an attack. But as long as her friends got out safely, she didn't care. She, however, wouldn't just run off. She was capable of fighting, she wasn't a normal person after all. And so she squirmed her way out of the grip of those escorting her and went back towards Tran.

She came to a stop as she saw the man's clothes dissipate, giving way to his ornate armor. The moment he dropped his disguise she noted a bunch of information streaming into her mind. By reflex she brought a hand up to cradle her head as she closed one eye, almost seeing text floating beside the servant. Stats? Class? "What kind of RPG bullshit is that..." She mumbled quietly, as she shook her head, trying to get rid of the nonsense. Whatever it was she'd have to ask Tran later after they got out of this situation. As he waved his sword around she noticed a couple people collapse, her attention quickly being drawn back to see her friends had likewise collapsed. However, they were carried out by the unnaturally helpful people of the cafe. Taking a deep breath to fight the urge to run and check up on them she looked back at the sword-wielding man. Her eyes went wide as the man seemed to cast another spell, this time several people burst into flame. Their screams of agony echoing throughout the building. The man, however, made a mistake of using fire and she quickly held out her hands. The fire that engulfed the various patrons fled their bodies, racing through the air to her waiting hands to be snuffed out as she closed her fists. As quick as she was, the people were still engulfed for a couple seconds, and she knew what kind of damage that could do. But they'd have to be left to Tran's little helpers.

Even with the fire gone, the air around her carried an unnatural heat to it. Her wide eyes narrowing to a deadly glare at the man. "She didn't get them involved, you did by attacking us you asshole!" Shock and surprise could only last so long before giving way to her fury. Her fists clenched tightly at her side as the warm air gently waved the tips of her hair. Yet again the man cast a spell launching a barrage of fireballs at Tran. Not the smartest move against someone who could control fire, something she had every intention of driving home. The bullets of fire weren't that dissimilar from one of her own techniques, making it pretty easy for her to reach her hand out and took control of the fiery projectiles, redirecting them from Tran back towards their caster. "Tran!" She called out as she ran interference. She didn't know what servants were capable of, but the guys little stunt earlier and the fact that he had a sword meant he probably knew how to fight. While she could run support, she didn't want to risk him getting close, so as long as Tran kept him busy they could probably make something work out... Hopefully.

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

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Judith Hapston

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“Hm, no one apparently. I must not have noticed Berserker and Clux have already arrived.” A nod was directed at Berserker and his Master. “My apologies.”

The dark skinned girl directed her golden eyes at the rest of the new arrivals as Archer made his introduction. Some were more strangely dressed than others, but not even odd clothing could disguise the death that leaked from the very pores of the being that stood beside Jack. He was a Servant. No doubt about it. “My name is Judith Hapston, the master of Saber.”

Lifting the collar of her shirt, Judith revealed her black command seals. The clergyman, stepped behind her. “This is Cardinal Alistair, a friend of mine. He’s who we have to thank for allowing us to meet here. And, that man sitting over there is Mr. Changwei Shu—currently the master of both Lancer and Archer.”

“How do you do,” Lancer/Archer’s master slipped his book in his sleeve and bowed in a traditional Chinese fashion.

“I’m sure you are all aware that this grail war is not like any other.” She climbed the steps to the altar. “It’s been going on since long before some of you were ever chosen as participants. Secretly.”

Well, as secretly as a war between mages and their magical familiars could get without any rules. Without any overseer. Without any idea where the enemy and allies were. It was much like the earlier grail wars, before order was established. At least, that was what Judith read.

It didn’t matter either way. History was in the past. The war was now—and it was a war Judith intended to win.

For Saber’s sake.

“Instead of the usual 7 servants and master battle royale for the grail, 14 Masters are chosen and 14 Servants summoned—7 per faction. One faction bearing the mark of light, and one faction bearing the mark of dark. The winning faction is the one with the surviving member. To put it another way, a faction is guaranteed the win when all members of the opposing faction are eliminated. We will win if any one of us earns the grail.”

Judith didn’t normally like to speak a lot, but she had to in this case. The Masters and Servants of Dark had to be united if they hoped to win. Some of them might not even know what was going on. “The Caretaker of Darkness will reward us for it.”

She paused to await responses.

“Who is this…Caretaker of Darkness?” Jack was the first to interrupt the silence.

“The great being who chose you. The one who started this war.”

Jack snorted. “I dislike him already.”

Eyes shifting to the other members of the ‘dark faction’ present, he continued, albeit a little more quietly. “Look. The only reason I’m here is because some crazy Valkerie lady attacked me and the letter I received promised assistance. I’m not here to join a cult or anything.”

“Saber of Light is a menace to us all.” Judith met Jack’s eyes. “I said I would help you against her and I meant it.”

Her gaze flickered back to her audience. “Whether you believe in this cause or not, the truth remains that we’ll be picked off one by one if we don’t band together. Mr. Shu and I have decided to join hands. Together we have eliminated Assassin of Light from this war. We can do much more with your help.”

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Thus the night went on. Information was shared. Acquaintances were made. Jack Randal was hesitant to throw his hands fully into the pot. Clux Lutenburg was still hiding behind Berserker. Perhaps she was pushing a bit too fast. She trusted Saber would be able to completely his task efficiently—like he always did. It was up to her to do her part.

“I’ve sent Saber to recruit another one of our allies in America. Gathering everyone together is the first step.“

“Any word from him about how it’s going by the way?”

“Only that he’s helping them deal with a potential enemy. Nothing’s been confirmed yet—,”

“Step back!”

Lancer materialized front of Judith and deflected the arrows pierced straight through the rooftop, her pole-arm spinning in her hands. An attack? Where? How? Judith only had time blink before Lancer was sent crashing back into the far wall by winged figure that rocketed towards them—one she immediately recognized. How could she not? Saber of Light had attempted to take her life many times before.

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“Four Masters of Dark and four Servants of Dark, all gathered to make this simple for me.”

Suddenly Judith felt her muscles stiffening, her mind feeling a little woozy. Beside her, Changwei also suffered the same effects. A quick glance at the arrows Lancer deflected revealed some sort of flower tied to it. It seemed to be releasing pollen at an incredibly rapid rate.

Saber raised her blade. “I’ll make this quick.”

It's an Ambush! Saber of Light has arrived to make things a little more complicated. Poisonous pollen is rapidly spreading around the room. NPCs are facing death. What will you do? If you decide to leave the room, you'll notice a lot more plant-like weeds crawling along the edges of the floors and walls. Step outside and you'll notice that the cathedral has been practically encased in...vegetation.​

Prince_ , wdinatx , Nenma Takashi , Jean Otus

NPCs are providing Support! I skipped a lot of explaining for you guys since I wanted to just move things along for the others, but your characters have all been given antidotes to the pollen. Archer of Light will be supporting with ranged fire (since I'd rather not play another players character directly too often). Saber of Light will assist you in fighting should you jump into the fray. Rika and Anna should be with you. Feel free to position them as you'd like. If you don't, I will.​

Hanarei Dante Verren

 

[Arne]

Keinós Cerastes​

"Excuse me. One hotdog and a snapples, please." Keinós unhurriedly called out for the nearby street vendor, his right arm moving to adjust the strap of the bag he carried over his shoulder for the first time since he left the building, the dryness of his mouth - an aftereffect of the rather troublesome job he had to engage in - demanding some attention as he went by the source of a pleasant smell. Now that his "job" was done, it was only natural that he could allow himself some leisure - especially when considering who he just meet and the contents of the agreement they reached.

Truth being said, while he lived for quite a long time, it was still remarkably shocking for him to know that the caretakers themselves - entities so elusive that even their existence itself - would someday decide to hold a contest while holding the destiny of humanity itself as the stake, and the simple fact that he ended up getting mixed up with this in spite of his... Uh... Fairly special identity was quite unreal. Luckily, before he could get too engrossed into his own thoughts about the situation a fairly rough voice called out for him, announcing that his lunch was ready and snapping his mind back to reality in the process. "Thank you." He immediately moved to fetch his order, only stopping to throw a faint smile at the vendor before moving away from the stall, starting his fairly long walk towards the direction of his newly acquired servant while still amidst the process of eating.

As if to scoff at his attempt to eat peacefully, though, less than 3 minutes after he started his walk a seemingly unknown sweet voice called out for him, distracting him from his barely eaten meal. "Sir? Something is leaking from your bag." The random brunette that stopped him said, triggering him into checking the bag he carried, noticing a large stain under its front as well as a hint of a metallic smell, though the later may have been just his mind playing tricks on him. "Oh my... Thank you, I'll look into it." He quickly said after a small moment of deliberation, throwing a shy smile to the girl before walking away towards a nearby alley, seemingly thankful by her warning but a bit too timid to publicly fix the issue with his bag in the middle of the street - or at least that was what he expected her to think, as the last thing he wanted as for her to follow him to try to help.

Once he got to the alley, though, the smile was quick to vanish from his face as soon as he entered the alley, being forced to just swallow the remaining bit of the hotdog and leave his drink in the ground for a bit to open the bag, revealing its rather gruesome content: An arm, specifically a rather small arm, clearly belonging to a child. Now that's rather inconvenient... He muttered while examining it for a second as if lost in thought. While he understood that it was necessary to take it to be sure that the fact that the command spells didn't quite fully transfer to him, walking around with an arm wasn't exactly an adequate thing to do.

"Well, I guess it can't be helped then." He said before directly throwing the bag aside and walking away. Naturally, he didn't plan to just leave the evidence behind though, and so it quietly burst in flames strong enough to burn the member to ashes in the following minute, letting the magus - who quite obviously stopped midway out of the alley due to the flames taking too long to form - once more resume his way towards his recently acquired servant while leaving behind nothing but ashes... And a conveniently forgotten half-finished bottle of snapples.

 

[LostHaven]

Caster of Light
??? | The One Eyed Bandit

If the fact that Ava could only barely sense the presence of wasn't already a subject of concern, the sparks of flames erupting in the distance would certainly be. That paired by the fact that there seemed to be some form of... bounded field around the site of what could most likely be a clash between Caster and an enemy would certainly make for a quite worrying situation. Had the enemy already located two servants of light, and jumped for the kill?

At the center of the chaos, was Caster, who seemed to be engaged in combat with a man in black garments. If the cross her wore were to signify anything, the man was likely a priest. Except...

It wasn't a servant?

Despite this, the man seemed to be faster than Fafnir, almost dancing circles around her, as Caster drew runes into the air with frightening speed, flames erupting forth from Caster's runes and stirring an infernal duet between the dragon and the priest. It wasn't clear at first sight, however, the priest seemed to hold the advantage.

"Curse you, human! Stop running and identify yourself!" Caster screamed at the man, while repetitively firing off spells blindly. She wanted to use her dragon form, yet something in her head told her that breathing out flames was a horrible idea. She also held back on the power of the spells. Perhaps it was the fact that she had even the slightest drop of care if the place actually burned to the ground, or perhaps, something in her didn't wish to kill a human. As far as Caster could tell, that man wasn't even a master.

"Caster of Light, you fight for a false deity." The man replied blankly, swinging a sword downward toward Caster. Hardened scales appeared on the back of her arm, barely blocking the blade in time. It wasn't an ordinary weapon, that much was certain. After all, which ordinary sword could slash a servant across the leg, and not break.

"I asked for a name, not your damned preaching!"

"Names, Caster, are a thing of utmost importance in this war, is it not? Give me yours, and I will respond in kind."

Caster paused, and let out a disdainful 'hmph' as she crossed her arms. The man also seemed to halt, providing a temporary pause between the waltz between Dragon and Priest, as if to humor the servant before him. "I am Fafnir, the Dragon Lord of Glimmering Gold!" She declared loudly, arms still crossed. The priest simply nodded with an empty expression, his eyes drifting toward the ring on Fafnir's finger. Guess that explained the flashy jewelry.

"Then, for your sin of murdering your own father, I, Nicholas Adel, will be your judge and executioner."

"SHUT UP, PRIEST" Fafnir screeched out of the blue. She threw her hand outward in a wave motion, and an explosion of flame followed, extending meters into the sky, scorching the earth and vegetation around it to naught but ash. Fafnir, immediately after, let out an exasperated sigh. That would've done serious damage to a servant, let alone some priest. He had to be dead now, right?

BANG.

A thunderous gunshot rang across the air, followed by a sharp shriek from Fafnir. A steady stream of blood now spurted from her knee, as she fell to the floor, clutching the wound. "Damn you! This is nothing compared to what Siegfried did!" That was a lie. A magic bullet to the knee would rank in at a close second compared to getting stabbed by Balmung. Nicholas emerged from the smoke, right arm extended, holding a Five-Seven handgun in the right hand, and sword in his left. "How...?"

"Fafnir, nobody watches a mage exaggeratedly wave their hand out, and stands still. I dived to the side, and just in time, I might add. I think you burnt a bit of my clothes." Nicholas lowered his gun, thus signaling the end of the dance. "Do not worry, I will not kill you. I only want an audience with your Master." He informed the girl while taking a close look at his surroundings. "Though, I have a very clear idea of who they may be."

 

[Dante Verren]

What a peculiar sight Charles found himself looking at. The great Cathedral famous all around England was slowly being consumed by plant life, courtesy of the younger Finkle sibling. The plan to catch the Dark faction unaware seemed to be going well. They had yet to faced any form of resistance which meant the Dark faction was falling right into the Light faction’s trap… that or Charles was about to find himself in a very unfortunate situation. For now, all Charles could do was wait until it was his turn.

Reflecting back on the time it had taken to get to where he was now from Italy Charles couldn’t hide his scowl. Coming here was his idea and he was glad that he could help out Anna and Archer, but that woman. The very thought of helping her filled his mouth with a horrid taste. Knowing full well he already decided to keep her alive only made mood worse. If he didn’t need her alive then he gladly would have let her charge in on her own with Saber and be slaughtered like the bleating sheep she was. Luckily Charles had managed to keep his friendly demeanor in place, but it took all of his mental energy to keep his rage in check, and to be honest, he was at his breaking point.

Absentmindedly he spun the nunchaku around in his right hand, his trusty partner, the weapon that he had mastered and learned to combo his magic in. Charles had used it in a fight before but he had never gotten the opportunity to use it with out holding back. Normally he was scared of going all out because he could hurt someone, but he didn’t care about that right now. The people he was about to fight were monsters who wanted to destroy the world. The beautiful world that existed just the way his goddess created it. Even all the unpleasantly imperfect aspects about the world were apart of her creation and under her protection, that was why it was Charles’ duty to protect it.

Stopping the movement in his hand mid twirl he watched as the Nunchaku spun upwards then began it’s decent back towards him. Swiftly he caught them mid air with his left hand and draped them over his left shoulder. Charles was no strategist, he was no warrior, but he would do his part. Anna was using the poison pollen, and Rika was doing what ever she did. He didn’t care what she did as long as she didn’t get herself killed and Charles had extra insurance to make sure that she wouldn’t die.

As Archer readied his bow Charles sent his pre-battle orders to lancer via there telepathic link. “Lancer, your two priorities are to be as followed Eliminate as many of the enemy’s servants and masters as you can. I would prefer no enemy masters are killed but if that can’t be avoided then do what you have to. More importantly I want you to keep a watchful eye on Rika, she must survive this battle at all cost. Last but not least good luck Lancer, Though I doubt you will need it.” As he sent the message to his servant Charles pulled up the bandanna that was around his neck upwards to cover his mouth and nose. The antidote for the pollen was already running through his veins but just in case he wanted to prevent as much of that stuff from getting into his lungs as he could.

With the simple firing of an arrow from Archer’s bow and the sheer force of the charging saber the battle had begun. Channeling his wind magic through his body Charles increased his speed as he dashed forward through the door, his foot steps making no noise as if he was as light as a feather. Entering in through one of the side entrances of the Cathedral it was now time for Charles to let loose his built-up rage and eliminate as many optional masters as he could. Charles himself had no intention to kill, but if they were knocked out and they choked to death on poison spores, then in Charles’s mind he wasn’t the one who could be held responsible for the person’s death.

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There had been a time when I might have scolded another for the words his master just professed, and had it not been for certain events, I very well might have. He believed in luck, but no deity. Certainly randomness was a fact of nature, but luck was in itself a contradiction- oriented randomness, the patterns of the random, favoritism of happenstance. A rational force or higher being, that was too much to believe, but how could one deny the confluence of coincidences as anything other than a sure science? He who opens an umbrella inside a house brings out misfortune, as the very atoms of malice (how else would the universe know which things punish and which things reward, given the absurdity of the proposition of deities?) bring about an all but natural chain reaction that ultimately awakens whatever precisely vague implication "bad luck" would bring to oneself. Nonetheless, my scolding would hardly be productive. If my life showed anything, it was that people would quickly judge even if you didn't actually imply these absurdities with your actions nor your words, nor any other attitude you've taken.

I resisted the urge to whistle a little tune as I continued to gather mana in my statues while my master began his "prayers" to whomever might be listening. Besides just demanding the appearance of some being he didn't know (nor which, quite honeslty, even I did) his main focus was all about his father, and indeed it showed. It was the father's role to be stern and teach the child of respect and honor, of duty and command. The mother could give love, and they could give wit. A child that knows love but not restraint surprises none that knows of their predicament, when they call upon forces greater than them to their biding as if a master to a servant.

At least with me, he had the excuse of us actually being master and servant.

<Master, if I may speak in such bold manner before your greatness, perhaps more humble words, beffiting that which us of inferior condition might understand, would be more adequate. For, though you might be superior to such force, in account not of power but in the might of tears shed or withheld, the brute savage might still pull on the very chains that mark his position and thus severily injure their superior. Even a docile animal, or a nest of bees holed up in their nest, might if provoked come to cause havoc, not due to greatness greater than those upon whom havoc is caused- otherwise how could my words resonate with the stance you appear to hold towards it- but because those that mocked and pocked forgot their inability to stop what force there might be.>

Hopefully this would get a couple gears to turn. I had my doubts, very many of them. that the caretaker of darkness would actually make an appearance on this day. One could never be too safe with beings capable of feats over which those two gambled, using a holy grail like a toy. If we could at least avoid being killed by our very sponsor out of spite or retribution, that would be a good step forward.

<In any case, it appears that I am finished collecting the mana. For our options, we could return to the mansion so that I may complete the trolley train. Another option would be continuing our "patrol", yes. I think such a name would be appropriate. If continue our "patrol", then we could pass by the bookshop. It would be an adequate place to read that newspaper as well, and furthermore I'm a little ashamed to say that I have been quite enjoying the books I've been provided. It's like theater or a conversation, but without the noise and within the best stage it could find, the confines of my own mind...Oh, and of course, there's the commossion I mentioned earlier, which you were so kind as to pay no heed to.>




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Mentions: QuirkyAngel (keeper of darkness)
Interacting With: Gundam Watcher 27 (Ryuga)
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[Misuteeku]

Rider
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Rider was calm... Up until the point where Saber burned the civilians. It was truly a poor sight to see. The good citizens being burned just for trying to help people evacuate. Her grip on her sword tightened. Fury and guilt had grew inside her. "You'll regret that, Saber." Rider said as she stared holes into the enemy servant. From the little information she had gained, Saber had to be at least be around the time where mystery was still strong. Given that his wand knocked the civilians out and the fire that incinerated them. His flames and his wand couldn't of possibly existed in the modern ages or the time when the Age Of The Gods ended. Though that didn't deter Rider from attacking the enemy Saber. Just as she was about to dodge the attack, the fire was suddenly redirected back at Saber. Vita had intervened. While the Older Rider wanted to berate Vita for staying, she didn't want to waste time. In an instant she darted towards the Saber. Before he has another opportunity to cast his flames, before he has an opportunity to summon his wand, the Rider closed in on him and swiped at him with her sword. She was also making sure she was keeping a comfortable distance, not knowing what else the enemy Saber can do.

The civilians outside were still bustling about, trying to evacuate the premises. Vita's friends were now out the vicinity, and people bustled around. There was no one nearby, or inside the Cafe. The people who did try to take video, were almost instantly taken out the area by others. The police, unfortunately, were on their way. The Older Rider feared that around the time the police would appear, the enemy Saber would do something horrid. What she needed to do was take out the enemy Saber fast, before he could such things.

On the rooftop, the younger Rider had landed on a rooftops. Her sister had thrown her when she became a sword, undetected up until now. With that in short notice, she had to react fast. Before the enemy Archer or Assassin could go back in the non-material form and get back into sniping range. Looking down she looked down the streets, eyes trying to pick out the servant from the crowds of civilians. It was almost practically impossible for her to detect where the man was, until she saw the man holding the sniper rifle. That was her target. Jumping down into the alleyway, she made her way to the suspicious sniper wielding man. If he made a run for it, then she'd just have to pursue him.

simj26 Xel QuirkyAngel

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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Master of Darkness - Ryuga Tohsaka

Ryuga got up and used his right arm to get the tears erased from his eyes. After Caster would try to give him some philosophical advice, Ryuga took a deep breath, before exhaling. He would respond telepathically to Caster, <I'm sorry for my display of weakness. Its just, I never had a good up bringing, with my struggles during childhood and being shunned by others outside of the household. I never even thought that I would have become part of the Grail war.... But when I showed up to defend your previous master, it was as if something in my mind told me that my reason here in this world would soon reveal itself.>

He would begin walking down the steps of the shrine, to the entrance, and would reply to Caster,

<We need to get the Trolley Train complete. That's something we need to get done. Besides, you said yourself we should be departing as soon as we finished our business here. As far as we know, our allies could be under attack or something.>

How true that was.

Interacting with: Caster of Darkness ( Idea )

Mentions: Dark servants and Masters vs Saber of Light ( QuirkyAngel )

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Even with the chimerically enhanced senses at her disposal, Ava's hunt for her little lost Servant bore little fruit. She had quite a bit of confidence in her tracking ability, but it seemed that a Servant was a lot harder to sniff out than a Dead Apostle. It probably had something to do with the lack of old person smell and blood lust.

As she roamed about under the midnight sky, her mind too would begin to wander. The stars, the moon, the crisp night-time air, they reeled her memory back. She'd spent a lot of time, staring up at sights like this, back before she joined the Agency. Sometimes she was the hunter, and sometimes the hunted, but no matter how many times she hopped between those roles, the stars remained just as distant and infallible as ever. In one were to read her thoughts at that moment, they may have assumed a hint wistfulness in them; a nostalgia for a time when things were simpler. But, they would be wrong.

Her thinking back to those days, she could only recall grey memories. Dull, unchanging days, differentiated from each other only by the amount of blood she'd spilled. Though she couldn't say that life with the Agency was much different, she was at least free to pursue her whims. But, then came that first night with Fafnir. She'd liked the girl from the moment they'd met, to be sure, but she'd done something that night that had been eating at her. She could hardly remember it. The actual events of that night would only come to her in a haze, but there was a certain sensation that cut through it like a hot knife through butter.

Clarity. A sense of sharpness that made even this most ideal of nights seem dull in comparison. In the back of her mind, it ate at her, a niggling sense of dissatisfaction that she'd not felt in a long, long time.

But then there was the one thing that could rival it. Heralded by the clap of gunfire, the stray thoughts bumbling their way about Ava's mind were washed away in a instant. In their place, came the pungent familiar scent of blood. Not just any blood, but the sort of blood that could only be split through malicious intent.

Not only had Caster run off, but she'd gone and gotten herself in a fight too. Rather than grimace at her Servant's mistake, Ava's expression instead broke into an excited grin. She'd been oh so afraid; afraid that this night would be spend engaging in some boring politics or stuck in an overdrawn manhunt. But, praise the lord, it seemed that something interesting would finally be happening in this war.

Between the gunshot and the smell of Caster's blood, it was easy enough to pinpoint her location, and, perched among the forest canopy, Ava had a clear shot. As she aligned herself, Ava's muscles tensed as her body readied itself to spring. She didn't know who, or even what Caster was fighting, but if it was strong enough to wound a Servant then, mmm, she definitely wanted a shot at it.

As she imagined it, she ran her tongue across her lips, and then her muscles released. To any member of the Agency, the inhuman blur of movement that followed would have come as a familiar sight. But, to an outsider, it might have appeared like a monster making a mad dash after its prey. The cracking of wood cried through the forest, branches snapping and shattering under the weight of the white-haired chimera's movement, a trail of destruction left in her wake.

Though she might have heard Nicholas's offer of peace if she'd approached carefully, however momentary it might have been, by the time Ava was in earshot it was already too late. Even if the crunching of wood hadn't drowned his words out, she already knew what she wanted to do, and nothing some stranger could say would stop her. At the edge of the clearing, she appeared for only a moment, a vaguely human-shaped blob of white and red that stared down at its prey for only so long as it needed to pounce down upon it.

And then, pounce it did. With all the force that her legs could muster, Ava sprung from her perch, one hand extended to gouge Nicholas's throat from his body, and the other ready to bat away whatever attempt at self defense he made.

LostHaven

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Caretaker of Darkness

“The gods don’t really answer prayers.”

A lanky young man with dark hair and pale features sat on an unoccupied bench near the entrance of shrine. No one seemed to notice him. Not the old man with glasses speaking to the kannushi. Not the mother pulling her child along. Certainly not the black haired couple holding hands near the steps. Had he always been there? It was hard to say.

Legs crossed and book in hand, the young man was dressed in an attire one would expect from a Japanese high school student. Nothing about him really stood out in the setting. No magic potential could be sensed. No aura of any kind. By all accounts and purposes, he appeared to be a regular human. And yet, the black eyes that bore into Ryuuga seemed to see into his very soul.

“They do what pleases them because they can.” He was only here because, for some reason, Light insisted. Felt sorry for the tearful part-human perhaps? His partner was prone to sentimentality…the trait that instigated the game in the first place. He didn’t mind. Just watching grew dull eventually. “They’re mostly gone now anyway. The few that are still alive don’t have the power to influence the world as they used to.”

Gundam Watcher 27 Idea

Saber of Darkness
Blade and fire, convening at roughly the same time, met with a giant wall of spiked ice that erupted outward when Saber stabbed his sword into the ground—the temperature around him instantly dropping to extinguish the flames. Wasted a bit more mana than he’d intended on such simple seidr, but even he hadn’t expected to have his own magic turned against him in such a manner.

“Interesting.”

He’d never seen anything like it. A human that was able to put out his flames like it was nothing? Control his fire? Not even Judith could do that and he considered her a competent magi as far as Masters went.

Removing his sword from the ground, Saber dispelled the ice surrounding him, shattering it, with a flick of his weapon. Truthfully, his only magic resistance was high enough that even his own flames (fire especially) would have a hard time scalding him should it come to it, though rarely did he like to test his own luck in such matters. Besides, what the girl pulled wasn’t magic. He should know.

“But you are wrong, Girl.” Eyes locked on the Servant that kept seemed to be keeping a comfortable distance since her first assault, Saber smirked, sword twirling idly around his hand. “She has gotten them involved and will continue to do so as long as she, and others like her, exists in this world. That's how grail wars are.”

Without regulation.

The tools used by the enemy had to be eliminated if the war was going to be won. Saber didn’t know what she needed humans under her thrall for. He didn’t care. Mortal lives were terribly insignificant in the grand scheme of things anyway. While he wouldn’t actively seek bloodshed, Saber wouldn’t shy away when it came down to it.

“Shall we trade identities, Tran? It’s very easy to mistaken me as Caster because of the sword I wield doubles as a wand. Being multi-talented is a gift I was born with. It’s the reason I was favored by my Lord and Master even though my skin is dark compared to my brethren.”

His Lord had chosen him. Even when he was different. Even if he was a mixblood, born of the earth, his master had given him a place above the others of his kind. How did he repay his god’s kindness? Folly. Folly and arrogance that ultimately led to his Master’s death. If he could rectify such a mistake, it didn’t matter how many lives he had to take.

“Let me show you the reason I was summoned to the Saber class.” Reaching over his shoulder, Saber gripped the hilt of the weapon he kept strapped to his back, bound and covered by cloth, and tossed it straight at Tran, much the same way she tossed her sword in the direction of Assassin's bullet. A murmured word cause the magical bindings to dissolve, revealing the weapon—a black blade, edged in flaming red with runes inscribed on it.

However, the assault didn’t stop there. Whether Tran dodged, blocked, or parried the sword would circle around to attack the Servant on its own with relentless rapid slashes that could slice through flesh like melted butter. The sword was one of its kind. A weapon given to him by his master. He hadn’t even shown Svava the Noble Phantasm he possessed yet, though he had little doubt she would recognize it as soon as she saw it.

Reforged and free of taint, it wasn’t a weapon to ignore unless one didn’t mind being gutted.

Normally, he’d clash blades with the swords girl himself rather than leaving to his Noble Phantasm, but he had another attacker to deal with. The Master he’d pegged as weak and ignored because of the lack of mage potential he sensed in her. His mistake.

Saber disappeared and re-appeared behind Vita, a hand placed on her shoulder, more in warning than anything else. If he squeezed, it would shatter. Most humans were fragile like that.

“What are you?” The question was less hostile than curious.

She chose to stand with her Servant rather than run, which deserved a mediocrum of respect, if nothing else. Saber didn’t pay much mind to the chaos inside the café, the bustle outside, or even what was going on with Assassin for that matter. The secrecy of the mage society. The safety of civilians. None of it was really his concern. If his goal was achieved, the world would be reset anyway.

Partial NP Reveal! Name: ??? Rank: EX Type: ??? Ability: A sword that fights on its own. That's as far as you know. ​

Xel Misuteeku simj26

 

[simj26]

AssassinTime: Sept. 14th, 1517
Cheyenne, position unknown

He felt a presence watching him. Such were the instincts of a sniper honed to perfection. He had been found. How it was possible, he didn't know. As far as he was concerned, he couldn't have picked a better spot to have hidden on, on a completely unrelated area, more than half a kilometre away from the cafe. On one hand, however, he now knew that there were two of them. That was borderline cheating. However, this may be more of a blessing in disguise. He had originally thought the lone Servant was strange. The fact that they would take the effort to sit in a group was indication of some higher strategy to confuse, it would seem. If it wasn't, then it was just pure chance that they had on their side. But that having been said, they wouldn't be this aloof. Someone had to had been counter-sniping for them. He’d give the other Servant some credit, her throw did devastate the building two blocks away from him, which was closer than he had expected, but this one…

“Hmph.” was all he could manage. He didn't want to admit it, but that was a good game. A bit short, but a good one, nonetheless. A wan smile crept up on his lips, as he turned to face the Servant. She had nearly the same face, if not exactly the same, as the other Servant down at the cafe. Twins, huh? There were only so many twins that could be dragged out from the Grail. Then again, one could say the same about snipers with an unscoped, standard issue rifle.

However. The game was his, not theirs. The pieces were in place on the checkerboard. He could take all three of them now, only if Saber knew how to follow up.

This was it. This was the final showdown. If the second Servant had chosen to keep herself hidden just a while longer, maybe they could have won. Maybe they could have actually sneaked up on him. Not this time.

“Goodbye, Rider. We will never meet again.” He drew his white cloak around himself, and stepped back from the enemy Servant. At that instant, a heavy snowstorm set in. There was no announcement, no clouds that rolled in to blot out the sun, just a sudden appearance of the chilling cold piercing through the bones of both Servant and their Master if they chose to step outside, or already were outside. The white flurry that beset Assassin turned him near invisible, and with a dismissive wave, he drew on his hood, and became one with the white void. This was, no doubt, his Noble Phantasm.

Snow began to pile up on the feet of the Servant twins and their Master, the ice cold winds of a Russian winter buffeting them, cutting into their cheeks. Assassin had disappeared, vanished into the snowstorm.

Five shots. Five consecutive rapid fire shots came from one side of the snow storm, from what seemed to be two streets over, all five aimed at the Master. Rider could deflect two if she saw them coming. Assassin was interested in seeing how she would fare with five from an unseen position, a distraction by the name of Saber, and a heavy snowstorm obscuring her vision.

Partial NP Reveal:Name:
White Death

Rank:
B

The snowstorm envelops the forests, the river frozen cold, the bodies buried. A ghost stalks.

Misuteeku Xel QuirkyAngel

 

[LostHaven]

Nicholas Adel & Fafnir
Somewhere off in the Estate | The One Eyed Bandit

It didn't take very long for Ava to finally find Fafnir, and just in time. Even though the bounded field dampened her magic, it wouldn't break the connection of Master and Servant, no matter how much so the priest intended. She jerked her head upward, aware of Ava's rapid approach. She wanted to tell Ava to avoid fighting the man, but there was always the chance that Nicholas had not noticed her Master's approach.

He had.

In fact, he had known before Fafnir could even comprehend that Ava was nearby. Something stepping into his bounded field, and it wasn't even remotely human. Nicholas remained silent, staring into the distance, as if blissfully unaware of his current status as nothing more than prey. He silently reached into his cloak, and retrieved a rounded, metallic object that was colored in a distinct green. A grenade. Nicholas had a faint idea of what the Master could be, and it was staring him down from a tree, like a wild beast, preparing to pounce upon its unaware prey.

Unfortunately for Ava, her prey was prepared. Nicholas pulled the pin from the grenade, standing deathly still. He began to silently count down.

4...

3...

2...

At that instant, a blur of white and crimson flew toward Nicholas at a stunning speed, that had he not been well-versed in the slaying of Dead Apostles, his eyes would have failed to register anything at all. At that moment, he dropped the explosive onto the ground, and made a leap toward the side, as far from the blast radius, and the monster, as humanly possible.

The grenade detonated, sending dirt flying into the air, almost obscuring the entirety of the blast zone. Yet, before the dust could even settle, he had already brandished his handgun and emptied six bullets at the direction of his opponent.

Did that kill it? No, it would take more than that to put whatever that thing was down. Even Fafnir knew as much. Still clutching her knee with her left hand, Fafnir raised her right and drew it across the air, runes materializing and activating as fast as they had appeared. The ground underneath Nicholas suddenly upheaved itself, throwing him off his feet.

"Master!"

 

[Hanarei]

Lancer of Light
Location: Cathedral
Mentioned: Dante Verren QuirkyAngel Prince_ wdinatx Nenma Takashi Jean Otus

Lancer of Light stood quietly in place adjusting her outfit. Her cloak covered her body as her hand lifted out wearing a metal gauntlet. A brief flash of light emitted as her spear formed in her hand. The weapon itself was a bit strange in shape and color. The shaft itself appeared red in color looking like some unusual kind of wood. The point of the spear was made from seemingly a white metal jutting out just under a foot in length. On the opposite end a much smaller and duller point stuck out only a few inches in length. She twirled the spear about in her hand before resting in place at ease standing at the ready. She heard her Master's words standing rather calm though her response seemed a bit more harsh as if offended by his words.

I have no interesting in striking a Master down. If capture is possible that is the only reasonable response. There is no honor in striking down one who stands no chance unless there is no other option. Likewise I would be unworthy of the title of a warrior if I neglected my brother's in arms. She responded back to Charles rather to the point. She stood at the ready prepared for the attack knowing it was about to happen. Don't be careless, even if it is an ambush with things in our favor, the enemy is going to be that much fierce in attempting to subdue them.

As soon as the attack started Lancer began moving quickly. Having kept some distance as to not expose the ambush it meant she would have to make her arrival. Fortunately for their planning she knew the idea location in which was her best entrance point into the fray. She looked to the window jumping through into the room being on nearly the opposite side of Saber of Light. She looked on holding her spear at the ready keeping alert though not immediately attacking like her ally had. Ambush or not she didn't want to simply lash out and wanted to give her opponents a chance, specially as the poison starting to take effect.

"You can see the situation isn't in your favor. Surrender now and your Masters can make it out of here to live another day." She spoke offering them a chance to give up. She doubted it would work but it felt right to do so. The Master's could only last so long in the situation after all. Her gaze had a strange allure to them glancing upon the enemy servants as if projecting an unnatural draw about her almost soothing despite the fact she was a foe. It was risky jumping in though considering Saber was alraedy there and knowing Archer could quickly provide support should they go in for an all in attack on either her or Saber immediately.

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Clux Ludenberg
Master of Berserker
Clux was already on edge meeting these new people, hiding behind Berserker for safety. Looking around Clux felt fairly confident since the other master seemed pretty capable themselves. That's when Lancer suddenly blocked an incoming attack from a woman with wings. Just by looking at her Clux knew they were the Saber of Light, Clux felt her chest tighten in fear or at least that what she thought it was. Yet when she saw the arrows that Lancer had blocked it made more sense what was really happening. Clux brought a hand to her mouth a feat that was in vain as not only would he hand not be able to block the poison but she had already breathed in the poison. As her vision blurred Clux's mind began to race attempting to figure out how to save herself, that's when Clux would show her resolve. Taking a box cutter from her pocket she slit her wrist with the blade. As the blood began to seep from her wound it began to rise up inside the blood were black spots. Clux's blood began to expel these black spots her as her vision cleared Clux knew her plan was working. She was able to purge her body of the poison but so long as the poison stayed in the air it wouldn't matter if she just kept breathing it in each time she expelled it. That's when Clux got an idea, only complete fools would enter a room they just poisoned. Unless of course they had no need to fear the poison themselves which meant all the masters and servants had some sort of antidote flowing through their blood. An antidote that Clux could distribute if they could get a hold of the blood of one of them. Clux would need to mix her blood with the blood of one of them but if she could they could turn this battle around.

Clux gripped Berserker's back to show she was okay. "I need you to retrieve the blood of one of the servants or masters, and I need you to be fast otherwise I will simply be poisoned again and have to continue bleeding," They only had so long before Clux would have to repeat the purging process and that was blood she could be using to defend herself. If they aren't careful they'll end up putting themselves in a worse position due to the loss of blood. The blood around Clux's wrist still bled continuing to purge the poison as soon as it entered her blood. Clux considered her options she could attempt to help the others providing the temporary cure to them as well. Yet that meant she'd need to use more of her blood, at the same time though that meant more people to help. In fact they could make retrieving the blood a secondary goal. As simply getting out of the chapel would save them from the poison all together. "Change of plans Berserker we will retrieve our allies and make getting the blood a secondary goal as if we simply get out I will have no use for it. Now then provide me cover as I help the two being attacked by Saber." With that Clux headed for Judith and Changwei. Her confidence currently a matter of one simply detail, she wasn't thinking about how dangerous the situation was. Rather her mind was filled with surviving so that she may fight and get her wish. That's when the second Servant busted in a Lancer judging by the weapon they wielded. Now Clux had to be a bit more careful her first choice now was to save the man who had arrived with Rider, she would have to try and help the others amidst the chaos. Arriving to his side she didn't bother explaining before she slit his wrist and let her blood mix with his, letting her blood help purge his body of the poison. "If you wish to live you will help me save the others then we shall flee, we must not face them on their terms for that is surely a death sentence."
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[The One Eyed Bandit]

Where she had instinct and power on her side, Ava's foe had preparation and experience. Before she'd even begun to bear down upon him, Nicholas had already begun to counter her attack. His calm, calculated movements standing in a stark contrast to the vicious warpath she cut across the forest.

Instead of being met with the shocked expression of her prey, Ava had come face to face with a grenade. In midair like this, dodging was an impossibility, and if that wasn't enough her own momentum was carrying her right towards the soon-to-be center of its blast. She hardly even had a moment to react. A fraction of a second before the grenade sparked to life, her right leg swung down like a pendulum, transforming her tackle into a flying kick. Her strike rung true as ever, but it appeared she'd needed more than a mere moment to come out of this unscathed.

The grenade felt the full force of her blow, that was to be sure, and if she'd been a bit faster or the priest a bit less skilled, it would have been more than enough. But, she'd already lost this exchange. As soon as the grenade begun to soar through the air, it transformed. A swarm of shrapnel burrowed into her outstretched leg, and a wave of force knocked her from the air, combining with momentum of her pounce to send her tumbling across the ground like a pebble across a lake.

Her kick had managed to mitigate the blow to a degree, but she'd be a hell of a liar if she said that hadn't hurt, and it wasn't even the end of the Nicholas's assault.

As if nearly blowing her leg into pieces hadn't been enough, the grenade's thunderous clap was soon punctuated by a chorus of gunshots. If her ears didn't deceive her, the very same kind that had wounded Fafnir. Unlike the grenade however, she'd more than enough time to react to this. With her unscathed leg, she launched herself from the forest floor before she'd even stopped hurtling away from the grenade's blast. Only a single one of Nicholas's shots managing to catch her as she crashed back into the canopy, leaving a tidy hole in her foot.

Despite the pain in her legs, she was smiling. It'd been a long time since she'd gotten to enjoy a good fight. Her work with the Agency put food on the table, but things were so regimented that they were hardly any fun. The Boss had scolded her about this sort of thing more times than she could could. Overconfidence, rushing in, yada yada blah blah, apparently those were her 'weak points'.

But she didn't care.

Like clockwork, the second that Ava recovered her footing, she was back at it. Yet again she crashed about the forested rooftop, the sound of splintering wood filling the night air yet again, this time accompanied by her howls of delight.

"Ahaha! You're pretty great, you know that!?" Just from the sound of her voice, it was clear that despite that wounds to her legs, the beast of a woman was still moving inhumanly fast. "Even if you'd beaten Faffy, I wasn't expecting something like that out of you!" Even clearer in her voice that the inhumanity that lay beneath her skin. Her wounds worried her about as much as they slowed her down, like she was some sort of monster that only existed for moments like this.

In sync with Fafnir's scrawling of runes, Ava launched from the woods yet again, this time gliding straight past her foe. When Nicolas left the earth, Ava crashed into it, entrenching her feet into the ground before seizing him by the collar and throttling him back down onto the forest floor.

LostHaven

 

[wdinatx]

Berserker was calmly analyzing the scene looking for any clues as to the Servants true names. Unfortunately it couldn't be that easy so they came out with little besides Saber being a Valkyrie, there being too many in Norse mythology to guess this early on. The voices were trying to deduce the spear's origin but to no avail. Then the Mystic eyes set in, with Berserker feeling the weakening effects even after changing into a female. Clux giving instructions was nice even though she changed her mind. It means she is thinking.

Hearing Lancer's request was annoying, what kind of war would this be if we surrendered right out of the gate? Does she really need to ask? "Well if that's how it is," Berserker muttered to himself, "I'll give them my answer. I just need to hold them off until the masters get away, easy." No more waiting around, no more anticipation. We'll fight and win.

A sound went off and kept going, Berserker was firing upon that Lancer. "Here's your answer! No surrendering in this war. When you ambushed us you were prepared for a fight, well here it is! NOW DIE!" Keeping his distance Berserker kept firing upon her, despite knowing that there's no way this would really defeat her. Not yet at least. No, give me a real fight. My first real fight.

Man being a Servant is great. Less recoil, no worrying about reloading, and especially the glory of fighting worthy opponents. I mean the cause is great too, but that's not inherent to holy grail wars. Focus! R-right.

 

[Jean Otus]

Archer of Darkness
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At that moment when Saber of Light crashed through the ceiling, Archer felt an emotion he had not experienced since he was much, much younger. He had been unprepared to fight even a single servant, but it seemed that this was no mere accidental appearance. Sheer panic coursed through his mind as another servant, in the form of a woman draped in many layers of clothing, burst through a window. The air was becoming choked with a sickening smell as if a garden from hell had sprung up beneath their feet. With the enemies so close he was surely done for. A deep sense of despair began to creep in from the corners of his mind. He felt weak again. Would his struggle for a better world end here, at the hands of an ambush?

No, no, he could not allow that! From within those moments of despair grew a fire. Passionate feelings began to eat away at Archer's reason. Hatred for the enemy, loyalty to the cause, and above all a lust for battle consumed him. Staring defeat in the face had awakened a little madness in the king. With this awakened resolve, an acrid black smoke began seeping out of the seams of his clothes. As it coiled through the air the heat of the smoke made little particles in the air catch fire into sparks, which cascaded to the ground. With the last scrap of remaining courtesy, he called out to his master, on whom the burden of this assault would fall.

"I'm sorry master, but for the good of this war, our cause, I must do this. Retreat is not an option, nor is defeat. We must face fate head-on, and as a consequence, you may fall. I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll get this chance again!" With that, the foolish Archer began to unleash his noble phantasm. He leaped upwards, landing above the two servants of light and the party of darkness. The trails of smoke which choked the air around him began to swirl around his body as he charged the attack. They crept down his arm, down to the rifle, which itself had begun to pulse with magical energy. Raising the weapon above his head, he began the incantation.

"Soldiers of my most beloved army, come forward now from the black smoke of eternity!
Our home is chaos, our language is turmoil!
Meet me on the battlefield so we may rain fire and death upon our enemies!
ETERNAL BLACK LEGION!"

With that Archer pulled the trigger of his rifle, firing a shot. Rather than a bullet, what came from the barrel was a massive cloud of black smoke. It spread rapidly, consuming everything within the cathedral, centered around Archer. Within that cloud, Archer saw his reality marble coalesce around him. A battlefield burned and blasted by this new gunpowder warfare, sprawled before him. Pieces of armor, riddled with holes from shot littered the ground at his feet. Behind him, he could feel the presence of whatever allies he had pulled into this world, further back was the lancer of light, along with the distant cloud of smoke and violence which would soon materialize into his army. In front of him, surrounded by the debris of war and death, stood the saber class servant. He placed his foot on top of a split helmet and taunted the girl. He made sure to turn while speaking so that both servants could properly hear his proclamation.

"Welcome to my home, servants of light! I have decided to treat you to my full power for as long as my master can bear. Can you last that long, mongrels?" As he spoke, the black clouds began to gather around him, soon, his army would form around him, he just needed a little more time.

Noble Phantasm Reveal:
Name: Eternal Black Legion
Rank: A+
Type: Reality Marble
Info: A wretched mental landscape from Archer's past. Contains his army, the Black Legion. Has a high mana cost. The army takes some time to coalesce within the marble.

QuirkyAngel wdinatx Nenma Takashi Hanarei Dante Verren Prince_

 

[Hanarei]

Lancer of Light
Location: Cathedral
Mentioned: Dante Verren QuirkyAngel Prince_ wdinatx Nenma Takashi Jean Otus

The Lancer stood quietly holding her spear at the ready positioned to move in. Despite looking towards the servants she had little trouble noticing the one cowering away behind berserker seeming to of slumped over seeming to get up. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on but it seemed clear she had managed to do something to get back up. The words she could make out made it sound like she had at least some ideas for a solution to the problem, though she wasn't quite sure what. She didn't know the full extent of her abilities after all, nor if it really would be possible to come up with some solution in such a situation. Even as it seemed she changed her tune a bit it was clear she was likely the best first target... at the very least to try and make surrender. She still had no plans on directly harming a Master. She just had to make sure they didn't know she had no intention of doing so herself.

Lancer of Light was quick to react as Berserker began firing upon her. She swiped her spear deflecting the shots and evading others she was able to. It was a bit strange to see firearms work so effectively, though she had knowledge they had advanced to a much greater degree then her time. She pushed off to move in closer to close the gap between the two. It was at that moment she was taken back as he shot up in the air as she was quickly made aware what he was doing. She ceased her charge forward releasing one hand from her spear. Her free hand suddenly slipped behind her sliding underneath her cloth as if reaching for something.

No... Saber would be left alone and the fool is going to pull in his companions. She withdrew her hand back gripping onto her spear. It seemed at the very least the effects of the reality marble weren't complete, unless the effects couldn't yet be fully realized by her. Him mentioning draining his Master only helped her to realize how intense it might be. For her the best bet would be to try and disrupt Archer as much as she could in order to make his reality marble less effective. The longer she could hold back whatever it might do, the less danger there would be for her and saber of light, as well as the Masters entangled inside. With a powerful push from the ground Lancer of Light darted forward showing off her great speed as she headed straight for Archer of Darkness

"You damn careless idiot putting your own allies at risk! Do you even consider yourself a warrior?" She spoke out not doing a good job of hiding her anger at Archer's rather careless move. She charged forward with her spear pointed at him in order to try and strike at Archer of Darkness and put a stop to it quickly.

 

[LostHaven]

Nicholas Adel
Somewhere off in the Estate | The One Eyed Bandit

Shit.

Not only was that monster alive, the grenade, and the bullets barely put a dent in that bestial ferocity of hers. Nicholas had originally intended to put an end to the violence there and then, but it seemed like it was no longer an option. An eye for an eye, it would seem. Perhaps this was Karma for wounding Fafnir meaningless, sinful as the creature may be?

He had noticed Fafnir's rapid scrawling of those unknown runes, and had attempted to respond by opening fire on the dragon. However, by the time he had emptied the rest of his magazine, he had already been uplifted from the ground and fired blanks into the sky. To make matters worse, the beast responded with frightening speed, already having an iron grip on his collar, throwing him into the cold, hard ground. Needless to say, Nicholas felt every last bit of that. It was a miracle that his spine hadn't snapped already.

Now, how to get out of this mess? He had one more grenade, two more magazines, three-dozen Black Keys, and a sword - all of which served little use when a beast had you by the throat. It seemed like it was about time to use his ace card. With a fluent motion, he withdrew a silver .44 Magnum and pointed it toward Ava's head. Now, they were staring each other down in the eye. Hopefully, this would at the very least, give him equal leverage for negotiation - after all, it took both parties nothing but the movement of a single finger to end each other: Ava's to snap Nicholas' neck, and Nicholas' to put a 'Silver Bullet' through Ava's head.

It was strange though. The Boss wasn't the Master of Fafnir? Since the servant was summoned on this estate, he had been under the impression that the Master would have been somebody else. "I believe I know you..." Nicholas deduced. White hair, beast-like nature, and reeked of Dead Apostle? Despite his position, his expression remained unfazed. "Ava zu Rasenddorf, you are as savage and animalistic as I have heard." His grip around his revolver tightened, though it seemed like his trigger finger pressed against the trigger remained lax as ever. "I do believe neither of us needs to die here. Nonetheless, perhaps you do have the capacity to crush my throat before I can pull the trigger?"