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[MocaPoka]

Archer
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Rebecca was relieved. She wasn't sure how Saber would react to being touched softly; however she didn't seem offended, just... surprised? Saber was wearing an adorable expression of surprise! Perhaps the candy was sweeter than she had expected?

Rebbeca's happy mood plummeted to the floor with Saber's gaze as she suggested they both turn in for the night. Her first reaction was to reject the suggestion. They were having fun! And bonding! Becoming friends! And... and... she wasn't alone. She hated being alone. She was always alone. Despite her efforts, she was simply born alone. She grew up alone with the Shamans, simply considered a respected outcast by her Tribe. She had fought alone on the Church's order, wishing and praying that her efforts would united the new and old people of the land. She had even died alone. She hadn't blamed John for leaving her though, he had left to take Thomas off the boat first before returning to take her. No child should witness their mother's death, if anything it was a blessing... but a dark part of her still wished they both had stayed... she had been so scared, cold, and alone.

Rebecca shook her head. What was wrong with her! Such dark thoughts had no place right now. It truly had been a long trying day... but it was still a happy one. But even happy days had to end. Rebecca moved to rise from the bed to escort her (as far as she was concerned) friend to the door.

She was perplexed when the king of knight's jacket fell to the floor...

She was dumbfounded when her pants followed...

Pocahontas; wide eyed, could only stare in stupefied amazement as the knight stood before her in the prettiest and smallest undergarments she had ever seen on another person and let her blonde hair down. The woman was beautiful, and instantly seemed more human with her hair unbounded and unrestrained. The blonde woman approached the bed and Pocaho- no! Lady Rebecca! Rapidly recalled all her romantic experiences with woman in England. Many noble women had sought her affections in love, her exotic appearance had interested them, but she had been married and taken oaths with John to refrain from sharing love until the other had been taken by death. The most intimate experiences she had with other women had been faint touches, whispered affections, and swiftly stolen kisses, as they attempted to charm her into their beds. Never had she thought she would regret not having that experience in her next life.

Bringing her hands up to try and slow the knight and tell her... something! She wasn't sure yet! She attempted to calm her mind and heart.

Only for Saber to not see her panic and crawl into the covers on the far side of the bed...

Equal parts relief and frustration seeped into Rebecca's soul; exhausting the remaining strength she had left. How silly she had been thinking Saber suddenly desired her!

Not willing or even having the will to think further on the matter until the sun rose again, Pocahontas climbed under the covers and joined the King of Britain in bed. With Saber facing away, Rebecca decided to do the same... until she spoke. Saber wanted for her to ask a question, swearing she would answer it truthfully.

Matoaka thought deeply for a long moment. Searching her soul for a worthy question to ask...

"When I was alive I was always alone. As Shaman, people were respectful, but scared of me. I never had a single friend as a little girl. I always dreamed of friendship, and when I got older I dreamed of romance." Her voice a whisper, Matoaka wasn't sure why, but felt it right to turn over in the sheets and face Saber's back as she talked.

"I married a man after I was kidnapped. It wasn't a forced marriage or anything so terrible. He loved me and was a good man. Our union brought peace to my people and his too... he gave me my son... but..." Pausing the Powhatan girl cleared her throat. It was silly, why was she getting emotional for no reason?

"I was never truly happy. I should have been but I wasn't. It was sinful I wasn't in love, and it wasn't fair... but I wasn't. I think deep down I hated that I was doing what I felt was the right thing to do... for everyone else's happiness... expect for mine." Pretending she didn't feel a silent tear fall she asked her question.

" I never got to experience true love. My duty tainted any chances I may have had to experience it. Even unrequited love... I wish I had experienced even that... Was there ever a time when you were truly in love with someone?"

CatJones

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas jumps as someone comes running towards him, shouting his name. He sits ramrod straight, tense as his head darts left and right looking for the source of his name until his eyes finally fall upon Da Vinci. "Woah, hey! Calm down there!" Lucas says quickly as the Caster slows down in front of him, seemingly out of breath from her sudden haste. "What's the hurry?" He asked, though he had a feeling he knew what this was about.

His suspicions proved to be true as she passed on the news, and suddenly Lucas felt his stomach sink. Were they about to deploy again? So soon? It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes since he last spoke with Da Vinci, right? No... It had to be less than that! Unless he'd dozed off? He quickly shook off the feeling, guilt filling in where the dread had once been as he glanced at his watch briefly before looking back towards Da Vinci who'd taken a seat beside him now. "HP...?" the man muttered for a moment, trying to think of who that could be.

"Already? You people work fast... Are we holding off on doing anything about it until tomorrow? I mean, I figure you'd have sounded the alarm instead of rushing over to tell me if we were going to get going immediately." He hoped that they weren't planning to do anything right this instant, he didn't think taking Archer, Avenger, and whoever that other Servant was out right now would be the best idea, especially together. He really needed to address that with... Well, anyone really whenever he had a chance to.

BlightGiver

 

[CatJones]

Saber lay still and listened. Archer was one to have lived a harsh life in her own right. To live and sacrifice your own happiness for the happiness of those around you was a terrible fate. Even she, a heartless King, had someone who had brought her joy, short lived as it was. Saber rolled over at the conclusion of Archers tale and as the question was being asked.

Had anyone ever been hers to love, truly.

"Guinevere." Saber said solemnly. For a moment she said nothing else before she continued. A brief pause at the memory of her lost love. "She was fair and gentle. Her love made the world shine for me. She worth Excalibur. She was worth caliburn. She was worth all the pain I endured as an orphan. Had it not been for her, my tyranny would have known no bounds. Lancelot stole her away, our love was strong, but it needed more."

Saber lay still again, starting at Archer. "There was another. Bedievere. He was like a brother to me, my most loyal knight. His love for me was the only justice I knew of the world. The only correct thing in a world where everything felt wrong. You remind me of him. He was stubborn too, in his own way. He would rather chop a tree down that lay upon the road, rather then go around."

Saber turned away from her, facing the nearby wall. "What a queer question for a king."

MocaPoka

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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"Guinevere and Bedievere" Pocahontas whispered the names to herself. The ones that had given the king light and love. She knew the names and the basics of each. Guinevere was the queen and wife of Saber, who betrayed their union and fell in love with another knight of the Round Table. Bedievere she believed was the knight that had been with Saber during her final moments and was the one who return her sword to a powerful spirit in a lake.

Despite the "queer" question the answer brought a sense of peace to the Native girl's soul. She was happy that she now knew that Saber had known love, and honored that she could be compared to someone that had given the king such a sacred gift.

Scooting closer to the other woman in her bed; she relished the warmth her presence was giving her normally empty and cold bed. The lights in the room automatically turned off from lack of movement, reminding Archer it was best to sleep, if only for Lucas to have an easier time recovering his Od.

Letting her eyes drop Rebecca unknowingly scooted even closure to the knight, and softly spoke her goodnight. "I'm happy you were given love. Although I wish I could change what happened with Guinevere. It sounds like you truly loved her. I would have liked to meet her and the knight Bedievere."

Letting out a small yawn she felt sleep beginning to sooth her into the dreaming world. "Goodnight Saber, thank you for being here."

CatJones

 

[CatJones]

Saber remained quiet for a few moments after Archer wished he a good night. The tension in her chest didn't seem as tight as it usually was. It was a little bit of relief for her. Stranger still, Archer was glad that she was there. Was the girl suffering a fever? For anyone to wish that this dark King of Knights to be present was abnormal. The girl had scooted closer to her. Saber half-turned to face the other girl. She had called her hard to follow. Was she a hypocrite?

"God þe sie milde oð þone fyrst þe morgen come ." Saber replied in her old tongue from when she had been alive, before rolling over and drifting to sleep

MocaPoka

 

[Syvvaris]

It seemed Lancer knew she was not in the running of which servant he would attempt to make another contract with. John was relieved when Berserker took Lancer's attention away from him; but Lancer's comment on the motherly attitude of Berserker and the young doe of a Master was worthy of a giggle fit from John. The way berserker backed off and withdraw from the battle of wits was enduring. Mordred's exceptional comment and reaction to the new castor pushed John over the edge, literally. John fell onto the floor when Mordred moved the couch to hide from the tentacle servant.

Literally laugh out loud, John was trying to calm himself and stand up during Castor's tiriad of cryptic and unclear words. History was filled with exemplary kings who lost it all over women. King Soloman, King David, and Prince Paris of Troy all lost their kingdoms and/or respect because of women. Though, the Castor was jumping to many conclusions with his antiquated way of speaking. John wasn't able to speak or stand up due to the giggle fit until HP Lovecraft had finished his last words; which John comprehended as Da Vinci should have been near him.

"You sure are poetic, aren't you?" John said wheezing a bit from his laughing fit. "I am quite disappointed in both you. Stereotyping all drugs with those that truly are bad like heroin, cocaine and opiods." John started to explain with a passion building up. "Marijuana, alcohol, and tobacco are not all bad, especially since throughout human history all of them have played a critical cultural role, and your outlook on fairly harmless recreational, cultural and ceremonial plants and liquids offends the deep heritage of gypsies I am from." There was a large grin on his face, though it was from the high he was having; but he was in all seriousness offended by being called a delinquent because of his vice. "But what does Da Vinci have to do with any of us? He asked recalling the fact that the tentacle servant mentioned her.

AJustKnight BlightGiver TelisOldfield

 

[AJustKnight]

To Mordred and her drug addled mind, Casters cryptic poems were nothing more then proof that he was a malcious spirit from the depths of the ocean, here to claim his earthly reward of woman and cattle, to feast on for years to come. She slowly poked her head from over the back of the couch. The monster was still there, along with Berserker and supposedly Da Vinci.

"Not to sound cowardly, but I didn't sign up for fighting evil water God's from the ancient times of man. I'm out. John, God's Graces if you seek to best this foe. Oh and goodnight. Lancer."

Mordred was gone in heartbeat, vanishing into spirit form and returning to her room. The night had progressed quickly and she was sure she wasn't the first to go to bed, nor the last. She she'd her clothing, all but a different shirt to cover herself with.

Master, I'm turning in for the night. I'll see you in the morning. Summon me if you need help. She sent to her Master as she climbed into her bed. Today had been good, save for not running into Rider. But she was sure she would see him tomorrow. She closed her eyes after finding a comfortable spot and was quickly out, the relaxation from the herbs pushing her over the edge.

Syvvaris TelisOldfield

 

[TelisOldfield]

"Oh my god! You haven't actually swapped mana? You've gotta be joking." Lancer let out a loud and shrill laugh, mocking the older woman's lack of gratification with her Master. She actually threw her head back, laughing so hard. "Hey, John, I think I'm getting a contact high!"

Lancer slid out of the man's reach as Mordred vanished, waving a hand at her as a form of dismissal. "I think you're over thinking it there, Hentai-machine. Just because you can write poetry doesn't make you worth listening to." She turned in her seat, facing John again. "And you, I'll give you til morning to make your choice. Make sure you make it with your head, not your dick. We're Servants from history, not your waifu's."

Lancer stood up, sliding past Berserker and Caster to squeeze into the door. "Ciao ciao, deerlings. Sleep tight and make sure you dream of your perfect idol, me, Dark Eliza. Except you, hentai." Lancer swept out, giving the double peace's signs as she did so. It didn't take her long to make it to her room. She threw a tiny fit at having to change costume again. But at least her monster pajama's were super adorable. Maybe she should show them off tomorrow.

BlightGiver Syvvaris

 

[BlightGiver]

"Yeah; that ole Caster figured this out way before the rest of us did." she jokingly explained, not realizing Lucas still wasn't privy to Lovecraft's existence. "He's always been perceptive like that. Don't know where we'd be without his help." Despite being more than ready to act, Da Vinci realized Roman would never approve of such a thing. 'They need to rest! We can't just keep throwing them into the fray like this.' Is what she figured he'd say. "Uh, we might as well just wait? You guys had to fight Lancelot, after all." Da Vinci slowly started to understand that her typical demeanor of hasty action would not be good for all involved. "You just ease it up; I'll break the news to all I can find, but you might want to let Archer know." she suggested.
Dragonruby

Raikou was shocked at Lancer's brazen attitude; swapping mana in the way she very heavily implied had never even been a thought in her master's mind. But maube she had a point; it certainly might help in getting to understand Skorl's way of thinking a bit more. "I guess I'll give it a shot." she told the idol, as she left.
TelisOldfield

Lovecraft was rather saddened at seeing Mordred leave; not due to her fear of him, but because her fear made it fun. John kept complimenting his poetic lines; much to his further joy. But Lancer; she was something else. "Arrogance topples towers; destroying the very foundations keeping it together!" he shouted back, as Lancer left. Focusing on John again, he explained, "Da Vinci eagerly has gifts; they will rock souls. Those hiding can be brought to light; whereupon knights will no longer be forgotten so easily."
AJustKnight Syvvaris

 

[Kratoury]

Breathing. It was something that Assassin still had to occasionally remind herself that she did. Not that she was going to go blue in the face and just drop dead if she forgot, but failing to be aware of one's body was the mark of a child. Still though, why she was here seemed an odd tale in and of itself. Mind you, the here in question wasn't an existential sort of 'in the world' kind of situation but rather a 'this hallway, which looks exactly like every other hallway in this thrice cursed locale' sort of deal. She stood there, awkwardly glancing from one side to the other as she quietly considered her predicament of not knowing exactly where she was going and... "Honestly," she mused, her voice quiet but still tinged with masked frustration, "this is proving to be more aggravating than I had assumed."

Early in the day, perhaps only an hour or so earlier in fact, Assassin had been summoned. Immediately she had recognized that something was wrong, and indeed something was quite wrong indeed for her to be considered a heroic spirit, and so she had quietly abandoned the room wherein she'd been called into the living world and... Right, that was one of the two problems here. And what? Normally she would have held to her ideals and elected to hunt down those perpetuating the summoning of heroic spirits as a nebulous sort of heresy, but honestly that didn't seem very plausible just at the moment even ignoring the fact that she sort of just... didn't want to? And apart from that, and this was somewhat pressing, "Why in the name of the father would I have been called forth like this!?" Her voice broke the silence in an annoyed exclamation, her eyes staring down at her thin body. She was lithe, small of chest and waist with long black hair and creamy skin. Admittedly that wasn't exactly unusual for her, but this was a bit more pointed than usual.

She was definitely younger than she should have been. Not a child, certainly, but the last time she'd been this age she hadn't even completed her mastery of the Grand Master's arts... Which was true, she realized upon consideration, she remembered knowing all of the Zabaniya and yet now she could only bring to mind the practice of a scant few. And that was the summation of Assassin's troubles just at the moment, as well as the reason that she was just leaning against the wall in a random hallway quite near the cafeteria with a fingers pressed to either temple looking like she wanted to scream.

@ ... S- Someone..?

 

[Syvvaris]

Mordred fled from the room after giving his best wishes against the cloaked tentacle servant. Lancer followed suit but gave him an ultimatum about choosing her to be a new servant in leiu of her current Master. Frustrated from the eageriness for him to decide John looked down at his feet and shook his head. His fingers tapped on thighs and for an extrovert as he was; he was done for the day. "Castor, Berserker. It's been a long day, and as you know my smoking makes you hungry. I need to grab some food and go to bed." John excused himself and walked past the two, very slowly and exagerating sneaking past Castor to not step on any of his tentacles.

On his way to the Cafeteria, he noticed there was an oddly dressed woman leaning up against the wall. Her dark hair was not in a style of any staff members with her build, which meant he didn't know her. Which meant it could have been another attempt to infiltrate; or another servant summon. He sighed and walked up a few feet behind her and whispered, "You seem to be lost. Can I help a young beautiful girl like yourself with anything?" John asked and put on a pleasant smile. Hopefully the aroma of weed wouldn't put her off, or the red in his eyes from both the days exhausting events and his recreational activity.

Though should she be the an enemy, he stayed aware of the woman's demeanor to prevent anything harmful to him or any others that was near.

BlightGiver Kratoury

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas nods back at Da Vinci, feeling the knot of tension in his gut begin to fade, just a little. At least things were being putt off for the moment. "Thank you, I appreciate that." He says, rolling his head back to glance up at the ceiling again for a moment. "And you're right, I really probably should."

Rising up, he glanced around to see the vast majority of people were gone or leaving now, save for one new face... Well, 'face' was a bad term for it, considering he couldn't see his face whatsoever, but he assumed this was the 'HP' that Da Vinci had mentioned earlier. He was hard to look at, strangely, even with the robe he wore. There was simply something about him that was offputting, to a much greater degree than Saber ever triggered in him. "I'll see you around later, Da Vinci. Just say the word and I'll be ready to go." The words he gave her were more for his own sake, telling himself that he'd be ready come tomorrow. And... well, hopefully everyone else would be too. He gives her a wave as he turns to leave, walking out the door and into the hallway, letting his mind drift as he did so.

He wasn't able to let it drift for very long at all before he came upon John walking up onto... a young girl? Lucas pursed his lips into a frown before getting closer. "Considering how you were talking to the other Servants, I didn't think this kind of girl would hit your strike zone, John," Lucas says jokingly as he tried to get a better view of what was going on, one hand going to rub against the command seals against his hand instinctively as his eyes watched the younger girl carefully. "You aren't worried about what Da Vinci might say?"

Syvvaris BlightGiver

 

[Kratoury]

The girl, apparently a few years older than Lancer and wearing what could only be described as very proper catholic school attire, turned to eye the newcomer with dark, flat eyes. She watched him for a moment, some unseen tension building up around her in a rush of mana that disappeared almost as suddenly as it had begun. Her eyes closed as she recollected herself, then she took a step away from the blonde haired man for the sake of maintaining a polite distance and parted her thin lips to speak- although as she'd been preparing her thoughts someone else had joined the scene as well. Another boy had come upon her, this one engaging the first with some seemingly playful banter about... sports, presumably?

"I see that the two of you are harmless," she began, her voice quiet and hard despite the touch of higher pitched youthful femininity that colored her tone, "you seem rather... relaxed after all." Their black eyes focused on John's for a moment, her surprisingly delicate nose twitching as she took in the scents that these two brought with them. No poisons or gunpowder, but one seemed to have partaken of the Hashashin order's namesake while the other had seemingly just come back from a very recent meal. Not that either of those observations particularly required much focus but they implied a relaxed state that didn't seem conducive to ready aggression. "Not that I mean that as an insult..." She seemed almost wistful for a moment, as though the idea of relaxation was something she wasn't terribly well acquainted with.

After few second's consideration, the girl adjusted her posture. Her hands folded in front of her waist in a rather polite way and she looked to two young men over- not that it was fair to think of them as young men just at the moment- and tilted her head as she continued. "Please, then, I feel as though I may have been too quick to assume that this was an ordinary summoning. Would it be possible for you to explain some of what is going on here to me?"

Dragonruby Syvvaris

 

[Syvvaris]

Archer's Master entered the hallway just shortly after he asked the young lady if she needed anything. Lucas greeted him in way that would cause John to lose his prey, should he have been at a bar in Amsterdam. "I have just as many taste as I have more experience than you, Lucas." He retorted and put his hands in his pockets, more or less to hide his lack of command seals. "Right now, work isn't a priority. Right now it's about helping a lost girl, and getting some snacks from the kitchen." He turned his attention toward the catholic schoolgirl.

The woman called them harmless! John was a little offended by being called harmless. Though against a servant who was fully aware of what he could do, then yes, but she didn't know what he could do. John wasn't one to hit a woman first, and he had an inkling that she was a servant from her odd dress and her observation of them being relaxed and harmless. She confirmed her status to john when she mentioned summoning. Oh why did servants have to start coming out of the woodworks right after Assassin's disappearance...

"Ah, you're a servant. With my luck you're an Assassin, am I right?" John said coldly like he was expecting fate to continue to spit in his face. "It's rather easy to explain. Something is messing with reality and we are trying to combat whatever is trying to destroy humanity. We've fixed a singularity in London, brought back a corrupted grail. An enemy by the name of Lancelot infiltrated Chaldea, I kicked him into a wall, then other Servants defeated him. I am now on my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat before passing out." John sumed up the past day in a few sentences. "It's late and there's a lot you have to learn tomorrow. I have an empty coach in my living spaces you could sleep on, save you some time from finding a room." John offered and started to walk past the two towards the cafeteria.

Dragonruby Kratoury

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas held himself back from letting out a sigh of relief as the girl relaxed, letting... something bleed away, and he felt the tension inside of him disappear as well. Instead, he simply gave John a wry smile at his retort as he scratched at his cheek in bemusement. "Right..." The fact that John looked a bit suspicious with his bloodshot eyes, likely high considering the smell that was coming from him and had been filtering around the cafeteria earlier, and talking to a younger girl was left unsaid. Even if the girl was a Servant, which... Seemed rather likely considering her words.

"You were summoned without a master?" Lucas asks curiously, tilting his head. "Don't think I've ever heard of that before... Though I guess things around here have hardly been normal lately." He cuts John another look, pursing his lips at the explanation the man gave before shaking his head slightly.

"In less specific terms, you're at Chaldea, an organization dedicated to, er... Well, preserving humanity, as broad as that might seem. Masters summon Servants and we try to keep things from going too poorly... As you might've guessed from John's explanation here, we're sort of in the middle of a situation right now, but things are calm enough for the moment... You being summoned might be a part of that, but who knows." Lucas says with a shrug, filling in the rest of what he felt like John had left out, all rather important information in his opinion. A Servant was supposed to have some measure of basic knowledge with the circumstances of their summoning, but he didn't know if it would apply for her with her strange arrival.

Lucas wasn't certain how he felt about John leading the... presumed Assassin (presumed by whom? John?) off on his own. The man was evidently high, and considering what he knew of him, he doubted his room was the ideal place to seat a younger girl, though... Perhaps that was simply his instincts, as the girl seemed much more mature than her appearance might imply. Nonetheless, he felt that it was best if he offered a place to sleep himself as well. "I've also got empty space if you want," he says with a shrug. "Up to you, really. I'd take you over to Da Vinci to get you set up now, but she was running herself ragged earlier, so she could probably use a break."

Syvvaris Kratoury

 

[Kratoury]

"An assassin, no of-" the girl's voice had come out a bit sharply, as though she considered it to be some sort of travesty for the term to be applied to her. Fortunately she stopped herself, the momentary flash of irritation that had crossed her face smoothing out into an only slightly embarrassed sort of neutrality. Thin almost delicate looking fingers moved up to brush a few locks of stray coal black hair back over one shoulder and she pointedly looked away in a slight display of timidity. After a moment she found her voice again and spoke up. "I see, you are referring to the class containers maintained by the heretical ritual. I... apologize," a tiny bit of heat managed to creep up into the girl's cheeks in a surprisingly cute blush, "I had thought that you meant to refer to me as one of the great masters. The term Assassin, most especially in relation to this ritual, should really be reserved for the Hassan-i Sabbah." After a few moments of consideration, her slim shoulders rose in a shrug, "But yes, under these circumstances I suppose that I will allow myself to be referred to as Assassin seeing as I have no other name."

The girl, now termed as and revealed to be Assassin, watched the two boy presenting their offers and seemed considerate of each in turn although more of her concentration seemed to be reserved for considering the rather grandiose scheme of what they were describing. She turned on her heel as John passed, politely waiting for him to get several steps away before following in lockstep. She was quiet for a short time, motioning for Lucas to follow with an apologetic quirk of her lips as they made their way towards the cafeteria. Finally she seemed to make up her mind on something, giving a slight nod and explaining her thoughts in her hard but proper voice. "I believe that, given the circumstances you have both described, I shall refrain from regarding the masters here as targets. Normally I would be inclined to wipe away the blight that an event such as a Holy Grail War represents, but in this case I believe that the benefits of this heresy," her nose wrinkled as though the idea she were expressing was something truly distasteful, "may outweigh the problem that it presents." After a few moments of regaining her poise, something apparently required by the clearly quite pious girl, she proceeded.

"I will need to know more about this place and attempt to make a better judgement of the actual validity of your words... but neither the Father nor the First," the first was clearly in reference to her god, although the latter term seemed to be one that she held as highly as their religious center from the reverent tone in her voice, "would possibly approve of the sort of widespread death that you have implied. In that case, while surely a true old man of the mountain would serve dramatically better than myself, I believe that my interests may align with yours." She then blinked, quirked her head and added, seemingly as an afterthought, "And I believe I will take the younger man up on his offer of shelter. More questions may come to press on my mind and given the effects of hashish I imagine that once lax Lucas," she seemed to have a tiny bit of trouble pronouncing his name, putting too much emphasis on the A and saying it more like 'Loo-kahs', "will probably a touch less responsive than I might like." Amusingly, Assassin didn't seem to be particularly judgemental regarding the blonde's use of narcotics. In fact she almost seemed to take it as a complete normality, which made some degree of sense given her implied connection with the Hashashin. That said, she glanced back towards Lucas and displayed a moment of consideration before adding, "And you seem to be less troubled by me being a murderer." -Apparently she had noticed the shift in John's tone when he'd guessed at her class, and had been oddly... put off by it? Saying that she'd been offended didn't seem quite right and the word hurt didn't seem right either, almost as though she considered scorn to be the natural reaction to her presence- no- her very existence.

Dragonruby Syvvaris

 

[Syvvaris]

Assassin's flash of irritation was noticed, and it seemed it was from him calling her an assassin. She in inadvertently explained her brief irritation was due to the heretical ritual that most people would assume was the Holy Grail War. She went on to explain that she thought he was giving her the honorable title given to the men of the mountains. John's mind wasn't the clearest from the hash he had partaken in and his own emotional and mental discourse from events of the day. What she said about Masters not being targets should have been taken as a sign of goodwill from the clueless servant; but John tensed up at the words that were to disarm very real threat as a master-less servant poses in Chaldea. Unease shown in his shoulders as they hunched higher and he lowered his head, debating whether she needed to be confronted now as a possible threat to Chaldea.

Her words did not make her intention's clear. They highlighted an intention to harm others, particularly other Masters, as the Holy Grail War normally intended. At the same time tried to dissuade others that she was friendly or harmless. It was almost identical of telling a store owner to not be afraid of him stealing anything once walking into the store. Lucas offering his room was not helping John's mood. If he had the intention of putting the moves on a servant, he wouldn't have sounded could when he called her Assassin. He wasn't even annoyed when she chose Lucas's room, but had enough with her choice of words with murderer.

John twisted his body a complete 180 degrees on his hills and took a quick two steps to enter Assassin's personal bubble. He kept his hands in his pockets to not showcase an immediate threat. He stood tall inches from and her looked down upon her, "Were you sent here to kill Masters?" John asked bluntly and in a full accusation of the servant. There wasn't anyone else in the hallway and John didn't know who was possibly in the cafeteria. If she was a threat bidding her time to kill other Masters in their sleep; John would need to confront her now before Lucas's didn't get the chance to wake up. "An enemy servant has already infiltrated Chaldea tonight, I'm not going to let another one come in pretending to be friendly. Especially an Assassin class servant, whom from what you have said have relations to an order of assassins." He stated his train of thought clearly.

Kratoury Dragonruby

 

[Dragonruby]

The young girl's way of speaking was certainly... troubling. There seemed to be a lot of pent up hostility there. Perhaps well restrained was a better term. He was willing to let it slide for the moment, though he couldn't help but quirk his brow and feel the knot of tension in his gut return. She wasn't hostile for the moment, and this would be better resolved when they had some extra back-up, preferably in the form of several other Servants. Hell, maybe sleeping things off would help. An alliance of convenience was better than direct hostility, and she hadn't outright killed them when she first saw them, so perhaps a better compromise could be hashed out at a later time.

John, however, seemed to be unwilling to to let sleeping dogs lie, spinning around and confronting her harshly. Lucas' eyes widened as he came to a dead stop, the knot in his gut suddenly growing to encompass his whole chest. Was John trying to get himself killed!? The hell was he thinking!? Assassin was not attached to any Master, and had been clearly willing to kill them mere moments ago, and John was doing this now!?

"John... now's not the time..." Lucas warns, though it was a little too late at this point as his words had long since left his tongue. He clenches his fists, mentally readying a command spell to summon Archer if Assassin ended up proving hostile, but he couldn't see a single way of saving him if it ended up coming to blows, and there was little else he could do but simply watch and wait. Goddammit, John, you just had to get right up in her face didn't you? Did the universe just conspire to make his life as difficult as possible?

Syvvaris Kratoury

 

[Kratoury]

The black haired Assassin seemed almost impassive, her eyes not widening as she matched John's eyes with her own. Her lips parted, a single word whispering out as she considered them. "Zabaniya..." The word had an otherworldly feeling to it, holding the sort of depth that a master would likely be able to recognize as a Noble Phantasm. The girl didn't finish her invocation, revealing that she was either attempting to intimidate the two or that she had perhaps just been preparing herself on reflex. Either way, the rush of mana dissipated as she released her attack and looked the blonde man up and down. "You are awfully close to me, John. I would be appreciative if you would back away a few steps, lest' I accidentally assume that you wish me harm and act in response."

Assassin, despite her fairly calm words, was on edge. Something about her summoning had been irregular and it seemed to have left her feeling a bit uncomfortable. Either way though, she took a calming breath and proceeded to reach up and push her long black hair over a delicate shoulder in what was starting to seem like habit before doing her best to explain. "I was not sent here at all. Although I suppose you're probably more concerned about my intentions, correct?" She gave a thoughtful hum, hands moving to clasp one another behind her back as she did so. "If it will put you at ease, I suppose I can explain a little bit further... I consider the concept of a holy grail to be heretical and, as such, naturally consider those that perpetuate the ritual to seek such a thing out to be a pressing issue. That is to say, of course, that I would normally seek to kill all participants in the ritual, including my own summoner if needed. I suppose you could say that my primary goal should normally be to destroy the ritual itself, really..."

Her eyes closed as she seemed to consider her position a bit further. Being earnest and straightforward wasn't something she had to work hard to do, deceit having never been a particular forte of hers, but Assassin still had consider that she was in a mostly unknown location surrounded by potential enemies... "That said, assuming that you have both been honest with me then it would appear that your goal has little to do with the traditional purposes of the ritual. If the cause is something like 'to preserve the lives of many innocent people' then this is something that even the First would consider worthy of aiding. As I said, I am hesitant to fully accept that you have been completely honest with me... But assuming that you have, I believe that I have no issue with aligning myself with your group." Perhaps it was just her youthful temper, but honestly being challenged as she had been did feel like it required at least some addressing and so she couldn't help but add... "And besides, if I had wanted to kill you there would have been no need to let myself be seen. I am certainly far beneath the capacity of the great masters, perhaps even more so in this more youthful body, but kill at least the two of you without notice would have been trivial." After a bare moment's hesitation, her lips quirked up ever so slightly before she further added, "Perhaps keep that in mind before tempting towards action? I'm afraid that I am not as disciplined as I would normally be, and so if I were to act in surprise who knows what might come of it."

Dragonruby Syvvaris

 

[Syvvaris]

A threatening mystic aura surrounded the servant after she spoke a foreign word. Adrenaline and fear raced through John activating almost all of his magic circuits. His hands were balled into a fist near his hips in a knee jerk reaction to the threat of Assassin's Noble Phantasm. A stare of disbelief confronted Assassin's own eyes; John did not think a servant would jump to their noble phantasm to deal with a mage from the get go. He knew he wouldn't be able to take on a servant head on, but through either a clever plan or a feint of weakness would he have a chance to win. Both he had thrown away when he confronted her; he had no knowledge of the girl's abilities as she of him.

Assassin's resolve was stronger than John's, though he did not budge after her threat. No words passed through his lips when she spoke sweet words that everyone in Chaldea wanted to hear. Nor did he speak after she stated a well excepted fact among mages and servants about her ability to kill him and Lucas. There were too many possibilities for her to not have attempted murder on the two mages. Just as she had no reason to believe them. John's confrontation was because of the words and intention she had relayed with them. Her words would not appease John creeping suspicion of the woman's true intent; just as their's were not appeasing her belief. They both could be telling the truth, but mistrust and confusion clouded both minds on the validity of each other's intentions.

"How do you suggest we prove either of our stories to each other?" John forcefully spoke in manner of false power. As much as he wanted to be in control of the situation, she had stolen control from him with a single word and a display of a fraction of her power. "Lucas's and mine tales were the truth. To ask any other servant or mage will bring you the same results." John need to reach for an end their conflict. An end favorable for both parties that would bring them understanding, as he would not let himself show the fear he had of this servant in front of anyone. "What do you need for you to believe us. While what do you offer for us to believe you."

Kratoury Dragonruby

 

[BlightGiver]

With John and Lancer now having departed, Lovecraft found himself with the absurdly worried Raikou. "Would that be what master needs?" She worried, with the confused Caster aiming to make a departure. "There you are!" Da Vinci's voice called from behind. "Can't you stick to me; have you forgotten most people can't understand what the heck you say right away?" She asked, assuming the tentacled servant to have forgotten. "The silence speaks of sadness; through the light of speech, can true amusement be spread." He retorted. Da Vinci scoffed, "Oh, don't you go on about that again! Normal syntax is just not your strength, face it already!" Slamming against the wall, Lovecraft bolted out of the room. "Imagination put on texts creates reality; it sucks all those who read it in!" He shouts, having just taken a criticism to his writing when he was alive. About to hold out a hand, Da Vinci let the other Caster go, she wanted to speak with the Berserker for a moment. "What's eating at you?" She asked, pulling Raikou over to take a seat. "I've felt a bit distant from master as of late; I'm worrying if it's me." She stated, feeling a minor amount of dread. "Lancer brought up the old fashioned way of exchanging mana, and...." Da Vinci cut her off. "The shorty's got a real bad mouth on her." She explained. "Look, Raikou; I don't know whether it's you, or Skorl; just find the time to talk with him. Discuss how you're feeling and ask what's eating at him, if any. Understand? You'll save yourself a ton of misunderstandings later on, got it?" These encouraging words from her friend brought a smile to the Berserker's face. With a nod, she stood up and ran to Skorl's room. 'Hurt Lovecraft's feelings, but helped Raikou. My conscience has evened out.' Da Vinci thought, standing up to go find the Caster.


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Fists go flying, the sound resonating from every possible surface. "I told you to hurry up!" A booming voice says, followed up with another strike. "My time is not going to be wasted here any more!" Lightning strikes nearby, syncing up with the increasing rage. "There's only so much I can do, so fast!" The recipient replies. "My power is limited here, just as much as yours!" Another blow to him, this time with the broad side of a weapon. "Know your place and don't talk back again."
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Lovecraft storms away from Da Vinci; being stuck to certain parts of Chaldea, and this is the treatment he gets? "Garbage is fervent this evening." He jokes, scouring the halls. Not wanting to tell Da Vinci of what he noticed earlier, Lovecraft is searching for someone. An irregular servant summoning in Chaldea; not like Lancelot's, but not entirely from the facility's systems either. "Lost is a state of being, reverse completely via proactive engagement." Merely knowing the general area of the summoning's location, this explains why he left Da Vinci prior. His journey quickly pays off, as he comes upon Lucas and John cautiously engaging with an unknown Assassin. "The shadow is bathed in light; it is impossible to escape from the Sun when it's will is domineering!" He proclaims, furiously dragging himself along with floor with his tentacles. A janitor nearby laments that he'll have to wash this floor again.

Kratoury Syvvaris Dragonruby

 

[Dragonruby]

The whispered word from Assassin had Lucas sucking in a breath as he readied himself to summon Archer with the use of his command spell, bringing his fist up to his chest. Lucas seemed to visibly deflate, in relief not disappointment, as Assassin let the mana she had been building up bleed away. He was going to have gray hairs long before his time if this kept up.

Of course John seemed insistent on playing the big man, continuing to posture even when there was no need to do so and refusing to back away despite Assassin's request. John probably had good intentions at heart, but Lucas couldn't help but feel a rising sense of annoyance at this, noting that someone needed to talk some sense into the man later, but for now he simply went about doing his best to keep the situation from escalating any further.

"Alright, Alright," Lucas interjects suddenly, stepping inbetween them as he pushes John back in order to make room while he holds his hands up placatingly and in an unthreatening gesture. "It's been a long day, and I'm pretty sure at least half of Chaldea is asleep right now, so why don't we all just go our separate ways and we can handle this in the morning. How does that sound? It'll be a lot easier to get Assassin the full story with some help from the others, and I'm sure she's willing to wait until then, right?" He asks, looking between the two of them and hoping for a peaceable compromise.

Lucas glanced up in confusion when someone else seemed to suddenly show up, his confusion quickly turning into a measure of shock at the sight of him. A robed man with tentacles slithering out from underneath his garments, it could only be another Servant, and yet despite the back up, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about it. "Uh... Are you... looking for somebody?" Lucas asks, trying to puzzle out his words.

BlightGiver Syvvaris Kratoury

 

[Kratoury]

Seeming surprisingly flustered for someone so reserved, Assassin pushed some of her dark hair back over a shoulder and managed to look ever so slightly abashed as she glanced between Lucas and John. "I see that you are concerned that this little confrontation of John's may grow to be out of hand, so to speak? I..." she hesitated for a moment, but seemed fairly determined to push on, "I apologize. I had not meant to be antagonistic. I suppose I just don't see why someone in such a precarious position is being so confrontational towards me when I feel as though I've done nothing particularly wrong." She brought her hands down to her sides, then narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and adjusted her posture. With a smooth step, Assassin put herself side-on towards the hallway beyond their little conversation and placed herself so that Lucas lay between her and the approaching presence.

Soft lips moved as the girl spoke, but her eyes were focused on the entity she could feel approaching. A servant, certainly, but of what sort? It felt like... a Berserker, steeped in a madness so deep as to be anathema to one so disciplined as herself. Still, she didn't let her trepidation touch her voice or color her explanation. "But fine, you wish for some sort of reassurance, John? Take your life as proof of my good will, then. Had I been less earnest in my suggestion that I intended to regard you and yours as innocents then in confronting me you would have found your heart's blood staining my fingertips." Tentacles... She could hear an uncomfortable slithering sort of sound drawing nearer, accompanied by the sound of rustling cloth dragging along the ground over slickened tiles. "Take that as my reassurance or do not, I have no need to answer to you and if you push me further my good will may prove to be strained further than you might like." She finished speaking in a slightly clipped sort of way, her eyes narrowing. It was a few more seconds before Caster became apparent to the humans, but in her haste to get out her explanation before the other servant arrived she had given away a touch more than intended. For a proper trade of assurances to be valid both parties needed to consider the other to be worth pleasing, and she very pointedly did not find the blonde haired young man to be more than a passing consideration.

And yet, despite her confident and honestly rather intimidating persona... Assassin moved a touch closer towards Lucas' back as Caster came into view. She almost seemed to shrink down a tiny bit, peering at the tentacle-laden figure from over the dark haired young man's shoulder as though she were... Intimidated wasn't quite the right word, but in lieu of referring to the proud Assassin as 'frightened' we'll instead settle for uneasy. She watched the other servant, dark eyes cautious and a fair bit of tension in her hips and shoulders as though she were considering a retreat. "Ah... I see that your Berserker has found their way here. If this is an attempt to intimidate me, I'll have you know that I am not enthused by it..."

Syvvaris Dragonruby BlightGiver

 

[Syvvaris]

A single step backwards was all John gave to Lucas when he decided to grow a pair and step in between the two. Ever so bluntly, Assassin commented on the young man's intention and attempted to apologize to John. Silently, he didn't accept, but stayed mute when she professed her declaration of innocence. Though she was truthful of her ignorance of being antagonistic towards John, it did nothing to quell to passion burning in him. The unknown facts about this servant was more of a threat than Mysterious Heroine X was, and with her spirit origin being close to that of King Arthur she was no doubt ably one of the strongest servants in Chaldea. This Assassin, however, was trained by true assassins and not a assassin by nature of defiance by space sabers.

There had been few times in John's life that he wanted to abuse his craft to harm another person like he did this moment. He loathed the fact that Servants were super humans that even the weakest were a tenfold above an Olympic athlete. Her offer of reassurance only fed the flames of distrust in John. No one liked death threats, and in this situation John was half tempted to fetch Lancer, form a contract and use a command seal just to end this servant's life. For him to do such an injustice, would surely have him killed by the other inhabitants of Chaldea.

John was to focused on the Assassin in front of him to really care about Lucas or the slithering menace behind him. Only when she showed signs of unease did John care to look behind him to notice the cloaked mass of tentacles. "Vergeet niet, wat er rond gaat komt rond." John said in his native tongue passively directed at the Servant before he fully turned around to face Castor and walk away from the confrontation.
"Bedreig een zigeuner niet..." He looked over his shoulder at Assassin and Lucas, "het eindigt nooit goed."

John's reinforced first dented a metallic wall out of frustration. He had the strength to crush skulls and collapse rib cages with his hands, but he was useless against the glorified familiar that was in front of him. Even with that Castor there, John knew he wouldn't have lived or did much against Assassin. He just prayed that Lucas's foolish trust on such an antagonistic servant wouldn't end in him, Archer and who knows how many other people in Chaldea killed by the end of the night.

BlightGiver Dragonruby Kratoury

 

[BlightGiver]

Lovecraft very easily overheard Assassin's misstatement of his class. "Berserker?" He shouted; the voice echoing in his cloak. "The mindless fall prey to their own voids, incapable of creating new realities to rise them back above the waterline!" This 'explanation', if you could call it that, was Lovecraft's way of saying he was definitely no Berserker; otherwise, how could he have been such a good author, in his opinion? Lucas was standing right there, caught in between this exchange between Servants. One of his tentacles slithered along the floor, leaving a shining trail of who knows what on the floor. Rising it up to pat Lucas on the shoulder, Lovecraft had to let him know right away something was odd about this servant. "Lucas," He addressed directly. "Another world cries out in agony, but not with good intent. A dissonance deep within calls for assistance against the very people it lives with." Pointing at Assassin, Lovecraft displayed his understanding of where all these foes came from. Everyone was going there the next day; yet, this Assassin was partially brought forth from someone there. "Allies come and go, and most always appear deep within the opposite ideology." Lovecraft continued; they might have someone who can help in this unknown destination.

Dragonruby Kratoury