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Saber
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She briefly though about all the ways she could kill him. He was speaking but his tone and mannerisms made it clear he was unwilling to simply do as he was told. Her sword was at her side. She could swipe up, across his hip, stomach and chest. He would be laying trying to hold his guts in while he bled out. She could stab upward, impale his thin frame from the groin and let the blade tear up his internals. Hell, she was a servant. She could just reach out and snap his bony neck. In a way, she was having more fun imagining his possible death then actually listening to him.

Saber never let her manic smile waver. The man was nothing more then chaff as far as she cared and only her masters will was keeping her from raking her sword across his chest. It wasn't his ignored insults that brought about that want but rather his inability to follow orders. He was a hanger-on to a greater purpose, his dullard senses making it obvious by the end of this endeavor, he would probably still be in the dark. Either way, it didn't matter to her. She had a far more important job to take care of, not bother with this sideshow. In her mind, he was now firmly in the enemy camp but not a threat to worry about yet.

She said nothing as she turned back towards her original goal, her face returning to a blank stare as she did so. She brought her sword up to rest on her shoulder as she continued into the skyscraper. She wasn't in a hurry to reach the top, finding the nearest stairwell and beginning her climb. Part of her hoped that idiot would follow her. A quick death is one thing and teaches nothing. But falling from a great height would put a fear back into him that his continuation would remember.

And, since time was on her side, she didn't have to worry too greatly about such a detour taking longer then she expected.

Blitzkrieg Bob

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Caster

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Caster came to a stop in the midst of some idiocy of some sort. A small fight had broken out between two servants and their master. Judging by the aftermath, there was no concrete winner, only the victor of the skirmish, not the battle. And it must have been the portly man and his lithe servant. Caster arrived just on the edge of their battlefield. She was far from impressed with their showing, the street was still intact, the buildings unmarred. Their were no corpses to speak of their battle. She wasn't about to call them weak without fighting them herself but she had no qualms seeing them as fools if they weren't willing, or able, to deliver a killing blow.

"I'm beginning to understand that you lot are hell bound on wasting your time," They wouldn't understand what she was directly referring to but the idea none-the-less would get across, "You say that you seek after the Grail? I can point you in the right direction, as long as you're willing to follow certain...discretions."

Her tone was amicable enough, even and confident. She already had to assume that they were willing to call her a liar, though she was anything but. Still, at the back of her mind was a lingering question. Were they starting to wake up an realize their predicament? They had spent a rather good deal of time begin nearly mindless puppets wandering the city, only being reset when they met an unfortunate fate. If they were starting to remember, they would either be far less, or far more, easily influenced to follow their masters orders.

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[Xel]

SaberCity Sidewalk

The crimson-haired woman held those fiery hues on her Master. Even as his voice played out throughout her mind she showed no reaction, certainly not as he had. "Of course, you did summon me after all." But the mention of his past familiars did bring a smile to her face. "Of that I have no doubt. It is certainly not often one is graced with one as powerful as I. While it served as a bit of a bump in the road, I can not rightly fault you for believing me above a mere familiar." The woman shifted her weight as a hand rested upon her hip. The air of superiority only made that much more oppressive by the apparent praise she derived from her Master's lapse in memory.

Saber followed her Master's gaze to peer back at the Mansion. The clear hesitation in the man's voice did bring a sigh from the woman. Her head tilting to cast her gaze over her shoulder towards the man. "I will not belittle your compassionate spirit, Master. Any wise ruler would tell you that mercy is a key trait for one's success. Many opportunities and allies can be born from such a kindness." She turned back to face Sebastian directly. "But you must also know when to temper that kindness to achieve your goals. Wars are not won bloodlessly. Simply because the enemy is routed and fleeing is no cause to stand idle. A fleeing force can be reformed and redeployed to harry us once more." Despite her lecturing there was no negativity floating among her words. No agitation or frustration, no disappointment. If their missed opportunity gave her any grievance she certainly gave no indication. It was more akin to a teacher just passing on a lesson to a student. As if his inaction was to be expected.

But with her lesson now over Saber gave a small nod to accompany an equally small hum. "I've no real intention of chasing them to their stronghold and I have no doubt they know my class while we remain oblivious to what servant we are dealing with. With our opportunity lost I'd rather move along and see what awaits us elsewhere." It was clear her Master was of the same mind as he gave a flick of his head towards a nearby alleyway to continue on with their original trek. She casually fell in beside him, the question as to her wish bringing a cheery laugh from the woman. "Given my identity I would have thought that to be obvious." Whether she was willing to go further or not would be forever lost to time as a sudden new voice rang out to steal away her attention.

Coming to a halt she cast those crimson hues towards their visitor. A single step leading her forward to slightly block her Master. An overt action to contrast the rather cavalier attitude she seemed to hold. "Time is only wasted if we regret how it was spent. I've yet to hold any such regrets." That hand again returned to rest upon her hip. Those eyes of hers holding a fiery defiance beneath that outwardly casual demeanor. "To show up before us and speak as you have raises numerous questions. Many of which I shall leave to my Master to ask should he deign to do so. I only hold one interest." She paused briefly to make a show of looking the woman over. "What authority do you hold to even make such an offer?"

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[Cierra]

Well, Yuriko though to herself, they seem to have no memory of either before entering this reality marble nor between now and then. She felt a minor pit in her stomach, not so much dread as it was annoyance. She didn't have any right to demand an apology from the person standing before her nor his servants, but they didn't remember. In the time before their awakening in the here and now, they had run into each other several times, along with the other masters and their servants. Their actions weren't their own but it nonetheless was a terrible way to be initially introduced to them. Still, she couldn't hold it against them, in fact she should be downright ecstatic that they finally were on her side. Or, well, closer to being on her side then the enemies.

It would be nearly impossible to explain that this was not the first time they had met. It would be even harder to explain that, until now, their encounters had been nothing but negative. She was, to some degree, acclimated to death and dying. No matter how they felt about it now, they had been the cause of a few deaths for her. They were very much of a different mindset though, almost as if a switch had been flipped and they were back to their old selves, from before they had seemingly had a reawakening. Still, she couldn't think of a tactful way to bring up the fact that this was not the first time they had met, just the first time where she wasn't dying from one of his servants.

"Well, there should only be a few masters and servants. Some were killed before the transition to this place. The size of the city should make it harder to..." She was cut off by the main doors of the store opening up and the the more pessimistic servant moving to somewhat block the intruder. Instinct kicked in for a moment and Yuriko caught herself already taking one running step towards the back door. She caught herself and stopped, looking over her shoulder to see the newcomer. She recognized him from before the reality marble was put in place and from a few encounters in the marble. The newcomer was more docile then most of the others. She couldn't recall any negative encounters with him.

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[o.Rinn]

Sebastian Lovato​

"The Armchair General."​

City Alley


Sebastian laughed under his breath and was cautious to do so without detection. “So you want to be a dictator?” The woman definitely did have an arrogant streak to her that would help to that end, no doubt. He shrugged and offered her an apologetic look. “Hopefully you’ll last longer than a year.”

Just after his quip, another would chime from the fringes, barring the pair’s path of straying further into the city. A clear and vivid visage greeted them — or, well, more or less insulted them. Sebastian felt himself tensing yet again, but less so this time around. This was becoming a case of exposure therapy, it seemed. He said plainly, “If you wanted to see a bloodbath, maybe spectating in on the little girl and the fat kid wasn’t the best bet. That one is kinda on you.”

The newcomer, tongue dripping with poise and confidence, no doubt reminded Sebastian of Julius. He cast a curious flicker towards the redheaded servant’s direction as she spoke the immediate question on his mind as well. While Julius was a summoned servant in whatever shitshow it was they had spawned into, she had only a grasp of the rules and little else. Who had brought them here, and why, and why them? There was a great deal left unanswered. Yet this strange woman appeared so conveniently with a hand outstretched to offer them a smidgen of enlightenment. Sebastian would admit to no one that it was tempting. He just wanted to go home.

“Yeah. Why would you just lead us to it, huh? Sounds incredibly generous of you.”

City Alley

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[YsFanatic]

Seeing history book man put a hand on the handle of his sword, Jake couldn't help but to instinctively take a half step back while raising his hands up in front of himself in a 'hold on a second' manner. "I've been dropping no eaves sir, honest!" he said without thinking, unintentionally quoting a line from the first Lord of the Rings movie. Then the medical worker paused when he realized what he had said. "Uh, I mean, I have no idea what's going on here or why some of you look like you stepped out of history or a fairy tell. Seriously, what the hell is going on with this city?"

Having said his bit, Jake's eyes started to flick between each person in the store, alert for any signs of aggression. He wanted as much warning as possible if he needed to throw up a barrier of ice and make his escape.

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[BlightGiver]

What could the captain say? The newcomer acted naught, but suspicious. In a rush, strangely defensive, dodging any real effort to avert suspicion; he was either up to shenanigans or had led a threat right for them. Additionally, there was no clear command seals visible on the visitor's hands. 'A Servant or civilian? No, the likelihood of civilians would too low. He's definitely a Servant.' The Rider mused, tempted to initiate this topic in conversation. If the chance of a Master/Servant pair having already discovered them exists, this area is no longer safe; if this reality marble can be even considered safe.

Bolbi was regrettably less reluctant, holding his hand up to halt his Servant. The visitor, or intruder (he had yet to decide which) was clearly intimidated by their presence; a normal reaction. What was admittedly abnormal was Yuriko's lack of speech. Glancing to the side, she didn't even seem apprehensive of him. Frowning, he pondered, 'They know each other, perhaps?' And just like that, he had unknowingly agreed with the Servant he had been at odds with for the past day. Caught between Yuriko and this stranger, Bolbi either had two allies here or two enemies. He had no doubt one of them was surely trouble.

He couldn't waste time and hesitate. "What on Earth are you running from, then? Have you encountered an enemy and haphazardly let them follow you to us?!" he raised his voice, the tone demanding an answer.

Columbus chuckled a bit that his Master was bearing his fangs for once. If he kept up this trend, he'd consider him worthy of being a cabin boy.

Quixote and Sancha remained silent, aside from whispering to each other. Whatever they conversed about, they kept it quiet. Once done, Quixote spoke up, addressing both Yuriko and the newcomer. "It remains to be said you both still have critical information to share." he stated. "Yuriko, how do we escape this reality marble? Stranger, what has you so terrified, you need run so frantically?" Cierra YsFanatic

 

[Cierra]

For Yuriko, it was an odd situation. The difficulty of trying to explain exactly what was happening without letting out to much, while also trying to make it obvious that she wasn't any kind of a threat to them was a perilous path to tread. On the bright side, she was somewhat familiar with the person who had entered, more from their shared time in the reality marble. With little doubt in her mind, she could easily describe him as the most mellow of all the ones stuck in the marble. At the very least, he had never tried to kill her.

A question was directed at her. A poignant one, at that. The smaller man asked her, it seemed almost as if he was the most mild-mannered of their group, about escape. She already knew how she wanted to answer but knew that being so straight forward with how to properly escape would make it seem as if she had an ulterior motive. Then again, it also let her take a guess at what class of servant she was dealing with. Lancers were usually on the opposite side of casters, along with riders. She couldn't see a mount directly at the moment but that didn't mean there wasn't something he could pull out of his hat. The other, the more foul-mouthed man, must be a Saber. Not just from the sword but he carried himself as if he was more important they he really was.

"Well, there are two ways to escape a reality marble. The first is to wait for it to dissipate. Reality Marbles take a great deal of mana to maintain and aren't something that just any run of the mill mage could pull off, especially not for this long," she started, cupping her chin in her gloved hand as if she was deep in thought, "The second would be to disrupt the caster. Whoever is producing the marble would have to be in a deep focus to keep it going for any extended period of time."

She froze for a second before shrugging her shoulders, defeated in her own methodology.

"Unless they were using the Grail to restore their mana, which, according to a couple of enemy servants I've run across, they are." She felt awful having to admit that they were basically on a warpath to kill whoever was running the show, but there was little else they could do.

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[Blitzkrieg Bob]

Daisuke stood in front of the girl he just met as she turned away from him, he could notice that as she turned her smile turned into a blank expression and leave in the direction of the skyscraper. That was a small gesture, but for Daisuke it indicated a lot about the girl’s personality and also about her reaction to his own silly behavior. Although the girl was leaving without looking at him he kept his mask of silliness in place waving with his hands while asking (as if he couldn’t understand the situation):

“It was something I said?”.

The boy continued waving his hand as he said goodbye, it wasn’t just part of his play, he was measuring the size and possible weight of her weapon, noticing the arm she used to put the sword on her shoulder as it was probably her dominant arm, the easiness she could carry her sword might indicate some of her actual strength, just like he observed each one of her expressions while talking, he memorized each one of her moves and the rhythm of her footsteps.

“Well … ciao?”

He said as the girl turned to leave that spot and he did the same. He thought about following her and obtaining more information as she seemed to be entering the building, probably to her hiding place, but he didn’t want to push his luck yet.

Anyway, what really caught his attention was the girl’s resolution, she had made very clear what her objective was and that she took very seriously about fulfilling it, meaning that Yuriko was somebody important, a valuable prize or, at least, a bargaining chip to deal with the samurai girl.

‘Such a big city, such a short name’ He asked himself, he didn’t have a clue except for that name, but he got a feeling he would find his way to her.

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[CatJones]

Saber

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She was nearly half way up the buildings height in staircases when she noticed the man wasn't following her. A shame, she mused, it would have been interesting to see the look on his face when he was pushed off the edge, literally in this case. The building was rather high up and most humans, even mages, had little way to defend against being thrown from a high place. The worst he could do was grab onto her at the last moment, as if that would somehow save him. She snickered at the idea. That snicker quickly fell off as she felt her master shifting mana again. Ah, she mused once more, it's that time is it?

She picked up the pace, hopping up entire sections of the staircase to reach the top of the building before her master changed the world state. She was not particularly gifted in anything supernatural but all servants had some innate ability to detect one another and under the right circumstances, that extra sense could extend to detect mages. Her master was about to force such a circumstance into being. Caster was somewhat adept at detecting sources of energy but that sense was far more particular about what she could sense. Electricity, x-rays, and gamma radiation. She had no idea what half those things were and wasn't interested in learning about them either. Caster was strictly her support, not her mentor.

Saber arrived at the top of the building, pushing open the metal door and stepping into the wind. Just as she had imagined, her master was shifting the world from day to night. In any other place, this would simply be a regular part of the day night cycle, but here it was another weapon to be used against their assigned prey. She watched as it happened, paying no mind to the stinging in her eyes as she stared at the great ball of fire in the sky. It would never move from its place in the sky, so it would never set. At least not in the traditional sense. The edges of the sun began to darken and it slowly shifted more and more, like pouring sludge into water and watching it dilute.

It only took a short minute before the world changed in hue. The black of night here was far stronger then it was in the real world. Visibility rapidly reduced to maybe ten feet for most of those in the reality marble, the temperature quickly dropped to just above freezing, the wind would cut to the bone any non-servant standing outside. Worst of all, the Od hanging in the air rapidly dissipated, leaving mages and Servants to the usual rules of a Grail War. Whatever mana the master could produce was the only lifeline they had, until Yuriko was dead and the sun was brought back. To add insult to injury, she and Caster would still receive an abundance of mana from their master and both of their own hunting senses were increased greatly. They could detect every Master and Servant in the reality marble.

Saber began scanning the city, looking for their target. She had a hunch that if the extra's were starting to wake up and be themselves again, then Yuirko would try and win some of them over to her side as allies. Foolish as the idea was, Saber noticed a rather large collection of Servants and Masters in one particular building. Of course, the night blindness that the others were suffering from didn't affect her or Caster. This was the territory prepared for them, after all. Why would they not be the apex predators of it? Saber also noted that her support servant was almost directly below her. Caster would catch up, surely.

Saber took a few steps from the edge, quickly running and jumping towards the group in the convenience store.

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Caster
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Of course they argued what was and wasn't a waste of time. Anywhere else, any when else and she would have heard them out; discussed the notion of what was a good use of time and the perspectives of it. Today, however, she was in no mood for such discussions. They also, of course, found it necessary to question her authority. The nerve of them to think they had any such right. Caster never let her stony face change, not caring in the slightest that she looked both bored and tired. She let them prattle on until they had both essentially asked the same question, just in different formats. Why would she give them the Holy Grail?

Well, she wouldn't. It wasn't hers to give. Their master, hidden as they were, was using the Grail to keep the reality marble running. If they were to give it away, the entire farce would be over. Saber would be livid and their master would die with nothing left to their name save the raging inferno of their hatred for Yuriko. It would be an unfitting end to such a talented mage. Even Saber felt some ounce of pity for them. Either way, they had called her bluff but didn't know it yet. She wasn't about to correct herself either. They needed a carrot on a stick to keep heading towards the real goal.

"My master, who bears the grail currently, has already decided that any who slay her most hated enemy can have the grail. My master is on the verge of death, with only the boundless mana of the grail keeping her, and you, alive. This entire place is a reality marble set up by my master to bring about revenge on one girl, Yuriko. her control of the Grail allows the marble to exist for both longer and more oppressively then would be considered normal." Caster began, sharing what info she could with them. She had no intention of giving away her masters location or who they were. She paused only as the 'time of day' changed. The sun began to wane until it was replaced with a pitch black orb hanging in a starless sky. Nighttime was upon them.

"There are obvious things I cannot share, my masters name nor their end goal, but I can leave you with this," She spoke as the rapidly declining light left her outside of their visual range, "It is only with the death of Yuriko that you can gain your freedom from this place. Until our Master is satisfied, you share the same fate as her, trapped in this place. At our mercy."

She knew they could no longer see her through the thick black inkiness of the unnatural night. She could easily see them as the night didn't effect her, so she waited for them to either flee or agree to her offer.

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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Team Assassin

"Its finally night... " Shiori spoke, as he looked outside his window. It was darker than normal.
He wondered why it was like this, but Assassin already thought of it.
"I can see just fine. Perhaps it will be best if I head out to investigate." He offered.
Shiori nodded. "Be careful Assassin. I'll go hide downstairs. Maybe I can find a weapon too while I'm at it."

Assassin left the room, turning invisible through presence Concealment and leaped out of the building. His senses were very well honed, being a hunter of living things. The smell of potential prey went into his nostrils as he dashed across the road. No one could possibly detect him at this moment in time, and he soon came across a drunk person laying on the ground. Assassin had a wicked smile and drew their knife, as he impaled the man in the chest. Then like a ravenous wolf, started ripping flesh off his victim's body and swallowing each bit whole. He could feel the person's emotions and learn how they behaved as he did so.
'It tastes a bit bitter.' He exclaimed to himself mentally, but he fought through the nastiness.

As long as no one comes along as he ate this dead person, he should be finished in about 5 minutes from now.
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[YsFanatic]

The tone behind the question being asked of Jake caused him to recoil in concern for a moment before he responded. "Look, I'm just trying to get some supplies so I can hole up somewhere. You've got to be aware of the weird shit going on and we can't even seem to leave." He hoped they would let him get what he needed, he had a feeling the longer he spent running around the worse things would be. There was the nagging feeling that things were about to be worse and he didn't want to be caught up in it.

Then the phrase Reality Marble was mentioned, causing a memory of his lessons to flash through his mind. He was familiar with the concept, but it had been presented as a theory instead of something that could actually happen with modern magecraft. But it would explain the inability to leave and at least some of the other weird things. Then Yuriko's name was spoken and Jake felt the blood drain out of his face. He was barely aware of the situation with the Reality Marble being discussed, he was too occupied by the fact that by coming here that he likely just made things worse for himself. "Oh no, you are the one she's looking for." The fear was evident in his voice, and after another moment of staring at the woman he turn and went to run from the store...

...Only to find that it was now pitch black outside and he couldn't see for shit with the freezing wind caused him to shiver involuntary as he wrapped his arms around his chest. He didn't know what caused this darkness to spring up so suddenly, but Jake just knew that it spelled trouble and that he missed his chance to avoid it. Eyes frantically scanning the darkness, he slowly backed up into the store. "I think," he slowly starts to say, "...that we are about to be in some serious trouble."

 

[Xel]

SaberCity Sidewalk

Saber stood silent, those piercing crimson hues locked firmly on the woman before. This being a reality marble did certainly explain things. But the more the unknown figure explained, the more distasteful she found it. The gall one must have to believe they could all but blackmail her into acting upon their whims. But even as the light waned at an unnatural pace she couldn't help the burning fury rising within her. Her arm rose, a magnificent blade materializing in her hand to be pointed squarely at the woman. "Grail or no, reality marbles can be broken. Perhaps we side with this Yuriko and simply shatter this constructed illusion of yours."

Stood there as she was the last vestiges of daylight were snuffed out. Like a candle being blown out they were now shrouded in darkness so thick she couldn't even see her own hand stretched out before her. With the thick mana filling the air she couldn't sense the presence of the other servant either. They were very much blind. A vulnerability she was all too keenly aware. "Master, stay close to me." The words floated through her Master's mind, the tone very much betraying her seriousness on the matter.

"As much as I am loathe to bow to such strategies, even with my power I am unsure I could prevail. I know little of the full extent of what they could accomplish with the Grail as their support, but I would not be seeking it were it not of immense power. I will fight if that is what you desire. I will bring the full force of my power down upon her and drag their Master from where they cower. But know that such a route is likely to see us both dying in failure." She kept her sword pointed directly at the unseen woman. Her gaze locked forward in a defiant attempt to peer through the abyss. Her entire form was tense like a wound-up spring ready to lash out and strike down their foe if that's what her Master decided. But for that moment, she remained still, little more than poised blade ready to strike.

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[o.Rinn]

Sebastian Lovato​

"The Armchair General."​

City Alley​

Condemning someone to death and to then not sharing their crimes didn’t settle well in the pit of Sebastian’s empty stomach. Condemning Julius, those other girls, himself – and anyone else unfortunate enough to have been caged within that fabricated reality (a reality marble, which was something Sebastian could marvel at later) — to die should they not comply didn’t settle well either. In fact, he was starting to become quite nauseous. Would this all have been more fun had he been behind a screen? Were they to be the hero of this story, or the disposable pawns? Did that even matter? At least there would’ve been a pause button for him to abuse while he caught his breath. Instead, sourness tingling his cheeks, Sebastian stood still, quiet. When faced so coldly with the possibility of death, one can do little more than, well, stare and try to stir from beneath the cumbersome numbness weighing you in place, to rouse from the ice spilling through your veins.

Julius was right. Fighting outright would be futile. Frontal assaults were best left for when they knew where their enemy was, what their enemy was, and he was sure Hutier would agree as well. Find weaknesses in their front lines, pinpoint their rearward defenses, unleashing a long, hard, relentless fury upon them. But this supposed servant before them was barely even the trenches. ‘Our’. She wasn’t the only one either… Sebastian exhaled through his nostrils, as though to keep the darkness from seeping in. “We could, right,” he agreed with his servant’s statement. “But it sounds like this ‘Yurkio’ is guilty of egregious crimes if you’d go so far as to trap a bunch of people into a ball to kill her… Perhaps she should be brought to justice then.”

“We can play their game for as long as we need to.”

City Alley

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[BlightGiver]

Quixote did not like the idea of Reality Marbles in the first place. Trapping those within into a distorted world of illusion and delusion; reminded him of himself. Sancha seemed to sense his unease and place a hand on his shoulder, a gesture the elderly man reciprocated with a smile toward her. "Sounds to me like you insinuate the one causing this Reality Marble knows exactly what they are doing and how to use the grail for their schemes. A dangerous and cunning opponent indeed." He remarked, striking the pole of his lance into the ground for emphasis.

In concurrence, Bolbi agreed this unseen enemy was no amateur at using high leel illusory and manipulation magics. Or, if they were an amateur, they spent enough time preparing or had enough talent to pull this off. Frankly, he was unsure which to be more wary of.

There was little time to mull this over; nay, even less time than that. The young man who had entered the store prior mentioned the need for supplies. There were certainly plenty to go around, so why did he seem so concerned?

And then the ball was dropped: the mebtion of Yuriko's name sent the young man into a panic. Distress in his voice, he mentioned that a certain "she" was looking for Yuriko. Columbus didn't hesitate to jump on this train. "So, you have something to do with all this after all!" He growled, his scowl being just as terrifying as his smile. Turning to Yuriko, the brash captain fully unsheathed his sword. "Explain everything. NOW!" He furiously demanded, knocking his Master out of the way to confront Yuriko.

Sancha grabbed his sword wielding arm and held him back; Quixote shielding Yuriko and blocking Columbus' path further. "Hang on there, you brute!" Quixote hissed, holding his lance's tip right against the captain's face. "Coming across as enemies is no way to garner vital intel, firstly. Second, we have no idea if she is merely a victim like the rest of us or not!"

Both Servants were too distracted to notice the young man trying to sneak out the store. Bolbi caught eye of him and watched as the runaway staggered back from the store exit. Through the doors, all that could be seen was an inky blackness. A cold air blew in, causing goosebumps on Bolbi. "Anyone mind explaining this development?" He inquired, pointing at the store exit.

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[CatJones]

(Yuriko will be played by me for this post due to plot reasons)
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Saber slid across the ground as she reached the convenience store, the last of her momentum burning out as she did so. It had taken a few extra, smaller leaps to make it to the building from her starting location. Her senses, extended and fortified by their masters will, gave her insight into the room just beyond the wall before her. From a distance most of the mages and servants appeared almost identical but at point blank range, even she could tell them apart. Caster could distinguish them from almost any range once night fell, Saber had to be nearly on top of them to be as competent. Still...

Yuriko was in that room.

She paused for a moment to distinguish the others. Two of the other masters, the two foreigners. They were still making heads or tails with the reality marble, which Yuriko had no doubt filled them in on. This, of course, meant that Saber could assume Yuriko had already spread her venomous words to them and brought them to her side. One of the servants, the captain one she recalled, dispelled some of that illusion. The sound of a sword being drawn as the captain pulled towards Yuriko, shouting an accusatory demand. That wouldn't do. She was the chosen instrument to extract her masters revenge. She felt the rage boil up in her chest, like boiling oil pumping through her veins; hot and heavy. Her sword moved first, as if it was the natural extension of her arm, her soul and mind followed in its wake.

The red blade chewed through the wall as if it were paper, a diagonal cut weakening it enough to allow her other hand, clenched in a fist, to hammer it away. Debris and loose material fell into the store, scattering in a cacophony across the tile. Saber stepped through the hole, pulling her sword up to rest on her shoulder, its cutting edge pointing towards the ceiling. She ignored the other four, focusing her attention on Yuriko.

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Yuriko should have known this was going to happen. Now that they were conscious, now that they were awake, they would be made aware of what was happening and be more prone to confusion. This was most evident when the stranger singled her out as being wanted. It was like watching shit roll downhill, as the more aggressive of the three servants, the man in the captains hat, drew his sword and began to yell at her. Said shit rolling down hill began to pick up pace and turn into an avalanche as the 'Night' cycle began, causing an even greater amount of panic in those around her. It meant that she was starting to run out of patience. One of them would be there soon enough.

Yuriko brought her hands up and took a surprised step back as Columbus drew his sword and yelled at her, as if to plead for him to spare her. Her mouth opened once or twice to speak, each time closing as she wracked her brain to come up with the best possible answer; an answer that would preserve her own life. Fate had other plans, as the sound of metal cutting through wood, drywall and the metal of nails echoed from the shops sidewall. Yuriko had felt a minor panic with Columbus bearing down on her. Now her eyes widened into dinner plates at the horror dawning on her. SABER. Even without the hole in the wall to let out the freezing cold, Yuriko felt her entire body break into tremors at the sight of the woman.

The white haired woman strode in, sword resting on her shoulders. Her discolored eyes focusing wholly on Yuriko. She couldn't care less about the other servants in the room, only Yuriko was anything worth her time. Yuriko took a tentative step back, remembering the side door she could escape through. Saber didn't move. Her spare sword, shorter as it was, was no longer in its sheath. Something warm trickled down Yuriko's arm, her arm that had miraculously moved from a defense posture to being flush against the wall. That shorter katana was hilt deep into her arm, pinning it against the wall. Her breath involuntarily choked out a short sob as the pain began to set in.

Her free hand instantly moved to the hilt, wrapping around it and trying to pull it free. The slightest movement of the blade sent a white hot pain through her arm and entire body. Biting her own lower lip was all she could to stop from screaming at the top of her lungs. Tears and pitifully loud, throaty sobs escaped her. The tentative hostility in the area had powered up Saber to the point that she drew and threw the sword faster then a human could see. The servants probably saw it, but she and the other two humans in the room would have only seen the blade in her sheath then her arm. She pushed herself against the wall, trying to stay up on her trembling legs as pain wracked her body.

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"Now that she can't go anywhere," Saber began, finally turning her attention to Columbus, her eyes narrowing into a sharp glare, "If you ever threaten her again, I'll tear you apart so completely that even the Throne of Heroes will struggle to put you back together. She's my prey, and only I have the right to kill her. If you understand, put your sword away and stand in the corner, quietly."

She was deathly serious, the even tone of her giving her the air of a businesswoman about to sink an opposing corporation. She slowly moved her sword back to a neutral stance, her arm hanging more naturally. She took a step towards Yuriko, preparing to ignore the others as she carried out her duty, the terror in Yuriko's eyes were simply a bonus.

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Caster watched as the two kept a defensive posture. She didn't blame them, the sudden changes of the world they were used to had to be debilitating to some degree. Still, the way they spoke gave some hope that they could be corralled to assisting in with the objective given by their master. Saber saw it as more honorable duty and was, technically, the one contracted to perform as their masters servant. Caster was supposed to be support but held that they should use everything possible to meet their objective. This included the other masters and servants, so long as they didn't try to reach beyond their station.

And these two seemed to be up to the task.

Caster released a small amount of power again, this time choosing to it to push them towards an objective. Saber wouldn't appreciate it but it would still be worthwhile. A pale blue light pierced through the darkness of the night, weak but still a brilliant shade of blue. It was something that had been discovered long after her death, but still within the realm of her control. Cherenkov radiation, is was called. It wasn't its own type of radiation, instead simply slowing down the particles to appear on the visible light spectrum. It was technically neutron radiation that was highly dangerous to humans. So long as they didn't stand in it for to long it should be okay.

A second light appeared, a little further away, and in the direction that Saber had taken, most likely towards Yuriko. She wasn't about to reveal herself again but was hoping they could catch up to the errant samurai and, at the very minimum, choose a side in this conflict.

BlightGiver YsFanatic o.Rinn Xel

 

[BlightGiver]

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

The new enemy Servant, wielding a sword, hinting at that being her class, had Yuriko pinned to the back wall. Whatever time she had to throw that sword was on a shorter span than Bolbi's eyes and brain could comprehend. 'So, we got a speedster swordsman over here.' he thought to himself. 'I sure as hell didn't catch her arm movements and Yuriko clearly didn't either. We're sitting ducks!'

But what choice did they have? A night that sucks out nearly one's whole field of vision or a very pissed off Saber that'd probably have an easier time catching them outside. All that aside, the Saber did address Columbus directly. She rather sternly informed him that she had desire to personally end Yuriko's life. Any interference attempts would be met with hostility.

Columbus definitely took this well, laughing at the Saber's ultimatum. He hated these types of warriors; those who make a fight or hunt personal. It hinted at a modicum of honor which he certainly lacked. "You want her dead by your own hand? Don't want no one else taking the glory of the kill?" he taunted, sneering menacingly. Keeping his sword drawn, he instantly thought through his next course of action. Or maybe lack of thought was a better description.

Bolbi felt the need to speak up. Not to stall for time nor to extract information. His gut just told him that running out now would prove to himself whay he always worried he'd become. "A Servant, Saber, is what I assume you are." he stated, stepping forward and pulling out a stack of playing cards. "More than likely working for the one running this show. Yuriko's doppleganger, perhaps? To be honest, I don't have a clue."

He started building a house of cards in a spot clear of debris on the floor in front of Saber. "Is your hunt one of personal grudge? Is it just for sport? Will you suffer unimaginable pain and torture if you fail?" he rhetorically asked, Quixote staying by his side to defend his Master if necessary.

"And you must certainly have other Servants assisting you. That must make you feel so proud, knowing your Master doesn't think you capable of handling this task alone." Bolbi finished building a house of cards reaching up to his knee. "Alas, are you the weakest link? One so worried about failure that you'd be responsible for all of this collapsing?" Kicking out one card from the house, the structure began to come apart. "We know exactly the kind of person you are and know who you are as well." he bluffed, stepping on the card kicked out from the card house. This triggered a rune that was drawn on that card, the step triggering it's activation. Bolbi's earth element magic was never above average to begin with and was more than likely made even weaker in this Reality Marble, but even this task was still feasible to some extent.

The materials of this convenience store, albeit illusional to a degree, was made of what was in essence typical earth element building materials. Stone, mortar, brick, plaster, cement, even the paint; any of it would do. With this rune activated, Bolbi weakened the structural integrity of this half of the building. Another powerful blow like the one Saber used to bust through the wall would bring it crashing down.

He had no time to inform his Servants of this plan, leaving it to Columbus' impulses to aid them in this regard. And it happened as intended; Columbus rushed forth bringing his sword down as hard as he could. "You see, Saber, there's many things I want from this world. And what I want right now is for you to be unhappy." the Rider exclaimed, laughing maniacally. "Show us how much you despise us and the situation you were summoned in!"

CatJones

 

[Xel]

SaberCity Sidewalk

With her Master's words, Saber slowly lowered her blade. The weapon vanishing into crimson particles to disappear in the inky void of unnatural night. "So be it, then. If that is the counsel of my Master then we shall seek out this Yuriko and bring her to justice. What happens after, however..." She left the not-so-veiled threat unsaid. With the unnatural cold unphasing the Servant she glanced down to where her Master should be. While a servant was immune to such things, a human wasn't. And so with the light shimmering to guide them on she figured it best to not waste time.

"Let us be on our way then, Master. I know not who this Yuriko is, but I'm not inclined to give her over to those who took us captive so readily. We should locate her as swiftly as possible and make use of her to our own ends." As her voice echoed throughout her Master's mind she reached down to take his hand. While this void they would humorously label night all but blinded her in every capacity, she still had enough senses to path around. Even more so with the light being given off by their 'benefactor'. So with the man's hand firmly held within hers she marched forward, guiding the man with a controlled urgency, but very assuredly not tugging him along.










City Sidewalk
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[Blitzkrieg Bob]

Daisuke walked by the streets still thinking that his last encounter with the samurai girl spoke by itself about the stakes in this game, however he felt he still needed much more information before making a move, his short time memory was still an issue, a migraine prevented him of remembering how he get involved in this mess, the problems remembering his long term memory had almost disappeared, probably those were caused merely by a hit on the head rather than anything supernatural.

As he walked by a dark alley he stopped suddenly and turned his head to the side, he felt the stench of the blood, it wasn’t just like a couple of drops of meat that might have come from a butchery, it was the characteristic smell of human blood being spilled. Most people actually have a reaction to that smell, their minds might not recognise it, but their bodies have an instinct to turn around, it is a reaction imprinted in human minds since the time they were still apes and feared predators in African hills.

It was different in the case of the Minamoto bloodline, instead of turning back, they learned to recognise it -mostly by experience- and Daisuke advanced cautiously though still with certain indifference, some times, he remembered being in the same situation just to find himself in front of a serial killer taking out the guts of his victims, that scenario would be a major disappointment.

However, as he walked he realized the cold remain more or less the same, but the stench increased and also certain thickness in the mist, his heart beat faster, maybe this time it wouldn’t be an ordinary serial killer, but the real deal, the demons and monsters his bloodline had fought over centuries. Maybe some friends of those inhuman beings the samurai girl fought before, maybe something completely different, Daisuke gulped as the stench of blood became more intense, feeling he was very close to the source, he grabbed the hilt of the knife on his belt, exhaled and advanced to start the game of the cat and the mouse, who was who, that was still up to see.

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[YsFanatic]

When the strange woman broke through one of the walls of the store, the show of sheer physical shocked Jake for several crucial moments. He instinctively started to inch away from her, which unfortunately meant moving away from the store entrance as well. The medical worker realized not only this fact when he started to recover from the initial shock, but also that somehow Yuriko had become injured. His medical training and innate desire to help kicked in at the sight of the injury, overriding the part of him that was yelling to get away as fast as possible..

When the aggressive man made his declaration and charged at the intruder, Jake took that opportunity to act. He didn't head directly to the injured woman, instead he stopped for a couple of moments at a corner stand between them that had some basic medical items, grabbing a package of gauze, a roll of medical tape, and a small bottle of disinfectant to shove in his waist pockets. Then he popped open the cap on the water bottle as he resumed the sprint to Yuriko. Most of the remaining water flowed out and formed into a thin frozen wall between Yuriko and Saber. It would provide no protection, but it would block line of sight and hopefully give him a chance to free her before anything could happen to them.

When he reached her, the last bit of water infused with his mana seeped into the wound before freezing. Ideally it would help slow the bleeding and numb the pain, buying time before it would need to be bandaged and otherwise treated. With that done Jake seized the handle of the sword and braced himself with a foot against the wall before pulling with all of his might. It wasn't easy for him, but after a moment he felt it start to move and then before he knew it the weapon came free and he was stumbling backwards into the ice wall. Dropping the blade, he quickly gave the stunned woman a shove towards the back entrance to get her moving.

CatJones Cierra BlightGiver

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

Blitzkrieg Bob

Assassin had finished cleaning the last bit of meat off the leg bone he was gnawing on when he heard footsteps approach. On one hand, he finished his meal so he had no reason to remain. On the other hand, maybe its someone that was in the same boat as the woman in red earlier. The fact she wounded him and the injury still hasn't closed had somewhat started to annoy him.
Maybe I'll wait and see whats approaching.

Better to be safe than sorry, Assassin changed forms, now looking like the drunk person he had devoured beforehand. He turned around to look, his vision going blurry for some reason, and his head feeling pretty light as he then tripped up and fell to the ground, face first to the pavement.
"Ow"
Assassin said, before pushing himself back up to lock eyes onto the unlucky person who had arrived.

The fact Assassin was now resembling a Drunk Homeless person would perhaps hide his true identity to whoever had approached, but like any conflict, the events can end up in a completely unexpected outcome.​

 

[Cierra]

Burning, white hot pain seared through her arm. Yuriko felt like she should be use to this. It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last time she would suffer an injury like this. Not by any degree of her own competence would she avoid injury but rather the repetitious nature of the reality marble. She bit her lip and tried to overcome the pain, overcome her natural instincts that would force her to pull the blade from her arm. She could feel sweat forming on her brow from the pain racing through her system. Her legs felt weak, like they would give out at any moment.

But she had to wait. The fear of Saber was real, she held a deep phobia of the woman standing at the make shift entrance to the store. Every fiber of her being screamed out for her to run, to pull the sword out and leave everyone there to their fate. She needed their help to unravel the reality marble, if she were to lose their trust they would simply become another tool of the executioners. It became shockingly obvious which side most of the people in the room had taken as they began a concentrated attempt to insult Saber. Yuriko already knew it wouldn't work. Saber wasn't someone so vain as to be drug down with petty words. Afterall, she had used the same strategy once already and found that Saber could care less.

It still worked in her favor though. It meant that this group would be seen as her allies, whether that was true or not. Her attention shifted to the second to last person to arrive at the store, the man who had recognized her. He had suddenly started moving while she was distracted and it was only when a thin wall of ice had appeared between herself, the man and Saber that she realized what he was planning. She grit her teeth as the same ice powers suddenly enveloped her arm, staunching the flow of blood to some degree. He braced himself against the wall and pulled the blade free. The ice had dulled her nerves around the sword, meaning as it pulled out it was no longer in as much pain. He then pushed her towards the back exit.

In a way, this was working out better then she could have hoped. She had made allies that were now stuck in the same boat as her. When Saber was done killing them all, she would have a lot to explain. She turned to flee, pushing open the back door of the store and running into the frigid night air, moving along a narrow alley. Saber would be done with them soon and the shift to night meant that her oppressive enemy was done waiting for her.

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[CatJones]

Saber



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Saber couldn't have cared less how they saw her. Still, it was an annoying prospect to stand there and listen to a group of strangers try to assail you person. Of course, half of what they said was so far off base that it almost made her roll her eyes, the only thing stopping here was the fact that they were conjecturing about her Master, which was so inaccurate it bordered on asinine. She wished she had just started killing indiscriminately the moment she had gone through the wall, it would have been better to hear these half-baked psychological theories if they had been delivered with their dying breaths. Then again, this level of rebelliousness was new. They really were reawakening and remembering who they were. The familiar pliability they had was gone.

"I'll start simply. The only thing my master and Yuriko have in common, outside of a shared history, is a family name. And even then, it was something given to Yuriko," She hated the idea of explaining herself or her master to these oafs. But here she was, doing just that. If she was a weaker woman, she was sure she would be developing a headache from this, "As for myself, I was a wolf in life, and a wolf I remain. Killing is my nature, nothing more. Honor is no longer a factor in this. For my Master, I enjoy the hatred she has for Yuriko."

One of them, Columbus, had seemingly become irate, shouting things that weren't even close to true. She was content in her role as a murderer. She had been one for the Tokugawa, she was now one for Mihara Misato. It was her nature to enjoy killing, and it was her luck that she was twice now enlisted to cause it. Columbus drew closer, holding his blade overhead. It was meant to be an attack, she realized this but felt like it was more of a child playing at soldier. He had used it to fight before, that much was certain, but it was still a weak stance to fight in.

She wouldn't wait for him to get the chance he wanted. Especially since she had paying attention to the action in the background. One of the Servantless masters had moved to help Yuriko. Her blade was withdrawn from Yuriko's arm and left to clatter on the ground. The man even tried to help her. Saber moved with speed and grace, despite all of her talk of being a wolf, there was a calculating human mind behind her aggressiveness. She stepped into Columbus reach, her sword striking out like a poised snake, the tip cutting into his descending wrist, piercing the edge of it and tearing up the tendons there. She moved past him with the same hyper speed as she was using before, the general hostility towards her allowing her to use her Noble Phantasm to its maximum. She spun around Columbus and delivered a back kick, pushing him out of the store and into the cold outside.

If the other two servants were going to do anything, she wouldn't leave them time to react. The ice wall was of little consequence as well, she realized as she noted how thin it was. One half hearted swing of her blade left it in as shards on the floor. She pushed past the two masters, again her speed making it easy to pass them without having to fear any form of retaliation from them, scooped up her second sword and once more prepared to throw it. This time with the intent to kill rather then maim. Of course, Yuriko had already escaped the building. Saber let out an exasperated sigh before spinning around, lifting the spare blade up and slamming it down into Jake's leg, the blade entering just above his kneecap.

"I think I like you more when you just cowered from seeing me. This would have made for an easy 877th kill, you know that right? Now Caster will get to her first, since I doubt any of you have the sense to leave well enough alone," She snarled, initially focusing on Jake before casting her gaze at the others in the room. Her face was contorted into a violent rage. She knew that the second she turned her back on any of these idiots, they would gun for her. She wasn't about to let them have their way and get a free hit.

YsFanatic Cierra BlightGiver

 

[o.Rinn]

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Sebastian Lovato​

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"The Armchair General."


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If this stranger’s Master was so powerful, it only stood to reason that their undefeated adversary would also possess incredible prowess, if not more so. Yuriko would be a vital key in escaping the reality marble. In what way, however, would be decided soon. What continued to weigh on Sebastian’s mind was the same question that had plagued him from the start: ‘why me?’ He was no remarkable mage. His family, deeply rooted in their community and respected by their people, were still a far cry from others. An unlikely hero summoned an unknown world, destined to defeat an all-powerful boss. Turns out that premise wasn’t as cool to live out. When Julius reached to take him by the hand, she’d find his already meeting hers to grasp it firmly. Their hurried steps would whisk them away and after the flash of light beckoning them. “Agreed. I’m not going to just nod along and kill someone after getting kidnapped and practically held at gunpoint to do so. Though, I hope this Yuriko doesn't end up using us instead...”

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[Blitzkrieg Bob]

Daisuke advanced by the alley and a silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness, seemingly a drunk homeless man with dirty clothes, as he approached he perceived the smell to cheap alcohol impregnated in his clothes.

Now they were closer, the man didn’t look like anything, but an ordinary homeless, but Daisuke didn’t fell for it, the smell of the alcohol was impregnated in his clothes, as much as the smell of blood on the nearby floor.

“Oh, you smell to … you stink like a pig, man!”.

Said Daisuke covering his nose with his hands, not before rudely shoving the man back, almost trying to take him down and then turning aside as if he wanted to avoid the smell.
He stepped aside, exposing his side to the man while a sharp disgust was expressed on his face.

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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Assassin
Blitzkrieg Bob

As soon as Assassin got back up, he was shoved back down, Rudely, by another person. Assassin was still unsure how to handle the dizziness of his new form. He could try to transform here, to attack the person, but something felt off about the timing of this person's arrival. Instead, he chose to be submissive and pretend to fall asleep from drinking too much. Huh, so that's what it was. Over consuming alcohol was something Assassin never did before, and this form still had a bitter taste in its mouth. Hopefully his next victim is sweet.
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