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[Dragonruby]

Lucas could only stand and stare as John stomped off, muttering something vaguely threatening in dutch as he left. "Didn't think he was that prideful a guy... And here I thought stoners were supposed to be mellow..." Lucas mutters to himself as he scratches at his cheek in bemusement. He could only sigh as he noted yet another problem tearing away at Chaldea's cohesion when they really had bigger issues to worry about.

Focusing his attention towards Caster now, Lucas could only shiver as Lovecraft spoke his name. Well, that and the tentacle that had found its way to his shoulder. He fought the urge to push it off himself as the appendage left a wet stain on his shirt. That was going into the washing machine later. And of course as always, Lovecraft spoke in that roundabout way he was known for, waxing poetic about... something bad? He took a long moment puzzling out Lovecraft's words, glancing between the Caster and the Assassin hiding behind his back. When did she get there?

"You're saying... Assassin here is related to the singularities that are showing up?" Lucas asks questioningly with a furrowed brow, hoping he was understanding what Lovecraft was trying to tell him. Well, he had already figured out that much, but at least that confirmed it if nothing else. He glanced back towards Assassin now. "I guess you'll be important for what comes next or something... Or at least have some part to play."

Looking back towards Lovecraft, Lucas nodded, though a little uncertainly as he couldn't really be sure about what the Servant was trying to tell him, but he believed he got the gist of it. "I'll... keep that in mind. Thank you."

Kratoury BlightGiver

 

[BlightGiver]

Lovecraft nodded and left the two of them to their own devices for the night; he was still hesitant of the new Assassin, but he felt she wasn't a threat, moreso a curiosity. However, there was certainly going to come a time where his curiosity would be a hindrance. "Mistakes realized in advance, help not. Learning comes only from hindsight." Along his way down the hall, he stumbled upon Da Vinci once more. "HP, listen, I've been in the wrong here and..." She stopped for a moment, then gestured for the eldritch caster to follow her. "Come, I want Roman to hear this, too." There was truly nothing to lose by doing so; Lovecraft complied.

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"Y-yes, it actually came true..." He meekly stated, as the right side of his head pulsed with pain. Feeling his fingers make contact with the cold metal fused to his skull, he almost had the urge to attempt ripping it out again. But, this has been done plenty before, with always the same result. "This place was a mistake; the key was given to them, and it's all thanks to me..." Clenching his fist and hitting the rough ground beneath, he was informed of his weakness again. "He's got all the power, sure, and the other half; but what I kept instead of him, is what will save us."
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Lovecraft and Da Vinci, having set aside their argument yesterday, thanks to some helpful advice from Roman, set up the preparations for rayshifting. "If this place really is disconnected from all of time, it won't be easy to send them there." Da Vinci worried as Lovecraft had some assistants put in his discovered coordinates. "Tied by a thread of memories; the evil will cease." He replied, with even this not being understood by the inventor. "Uh, ok. If you say so?" She turned to resume her duties as Roman walked in; arm still bandaged up, he was feeling much better thanks to some medical servants. "I got lucky, Nightingale didn't bother me at all last night." He joked, as he waved aside some over worried staff. "You're welcome!" Da Vinci shouted from across the room.

Shaking his head, Roman ran through his head what the casters explained after they made up yesterday, "So this singularity, why is it so special again?" "Well, as HP told us already, it's has no pre-existing time period it spun off from. If anything, it's temporal readings are off the charts; none of them match up at all." Da Vinci stated. "Our kind exist, but they are blinded by the talk of the underworld." Lovecraft added, eliciting a shrug from the doctor, before asking, "Ok, then; so how long were we planning on letting everyone sleep in? I know yesterday was rough, but we can't exactly mess around here." Lovecraft didn't hesitate, and sounded the alarm for rayshifting.

Dragonruby Kratoury Syvvaris CatJones LoneSniper87 AJustKnight MocaPoka TelisOldfield SunRaHunter

Minutes after they heard the alarm, Raikou walked out of Skorl's room, just beaming with positivity. "Hurry along now, master. We can't keep all our friends waiting; you don't want to be in trouble, do you?" She suggested, as the tired master slowly hobbled out. "Yeah, just give me a minute here." He asked; he was having trouble walking, since his knees felt weak and his lower body had a slight amount of pain. Still out of breathe, even after sleeping for five hours, the Berserker had to grab onto his hand and pull him along. 'I never thought I'd say this, but thank you, Lancer.' She told herself, holding in a giggle.

 

[CatJones]

Tokugawa hadn't had a chance to actually turn in and use what little time she had available to sleep, choosing to focus her time on battle preparations. Her sword had needed sharpening, and she had hammered out the dents in her armor. She had even taken a little time to work on her personal project, the cloth that held her family crest on it. She had embroiled the tattoo that Archer had pointed out when they had first met, the cross one on her face, onto the back of the cloth. It had been meant to show they were allies in battle and friends. But now, looking at sent a shiver of shame through her body. In her time, insults were meant to cut deep and surely that principle had changed little in all the time since her true life. So, what had Archer been so upset about?

She retraced her steps on what had happened. They had formally agreed they were allies and then Archer had gone to speak to the Oda bastard. She had joined in just as Archer had begun to berate him with a jab at his family history. It had seemed fitting, since he was the man who had set into motion the death of her son and wife. His betrayal had caused Nobunaga to struggle to trust again. So, by logic, she and Archer were united against him. But then when he retreated, Poca had spun around and called her cruel. Weren't they supposed to be cruel to their enemies? Archers people must have a custom of their own when it came to warfare. Kind off the battlefield, savage on? She would apologize to her friend regardless, but she would need to learn more if she could.

She jumped a little when the alarm went off, sounding for a rayshift. She was grateful that she had placed her armor and weapon maintenance above everything else, and that the sake had cleared from her system. She stood up, willing her armor to don itself on her, sword at her hip. With a graceful swagger, she stepped out into the hall and made her way to the rayshift chamber, ready for another challenge.



Saber had listened and was fairly certain that Archer had fallen asleep. In her sleep, Archer moved a little more then expected. Gently lifting her shoulder and looking behind her, the native girl was only a few inches from her back. It was a blessing in disguise to the king. Archers question had stirred up certain memories in Saber, reminding her of how Guinevere had warmed her body and soul after a long day of ruling over the huddled masses. It felt like centuries since anyone had willing touched her with a romantic intent. Saber quietly turned around in the bed, facing the native girl. In the dim light of the room, only her silhouette could be seen with clarity.

Saber shifted down in the bed, sliding down towards the foot until she was certain she was at the right spot. She crept forward, making sure not to disturb the bed to much, she quietly eased herself into the girls sleeping form. Guinevere had held her like this, pulling Sabers head into her chest and holding her, gently stroking her head. It had been one of the few things that had warmed her and made her enjoy the life she had. She might have been the heartless king of Britain, but even she had moments where her heart was warmed.

Saber pushed herself into the girls embrace, her face pushing into the girls bust as she stopped. Her memory could be wrong, but Archer seemed more developed then her lost wife had been. The moment was snuffed out as the Rayshift alarm began to permeate throughout the facility. Saber froze in place. If the native girl woke like this she could just claim it happened while they were both asleep.

MocaPoka

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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She was sitting cross legged in an unknown forest. It was a strange forest with many trees of differing species, too many to be of the natural world. Most were the familiar sycamores or something similar, but some she had no names for. The strangest was a tree that was a simple green stick with sections dividing its "trunk". That one she had seen in a book once that her older brother had given her; a bamboo, a tree from Asia. Amonute realized she was having a Dream Vision. The Native Woman and Servant of the Bow had never had one since becoming a spirit; she had believed the visions were reserved for the living.

It was a familiar experience. Amonute had had many Dream Visions when she was alive; the dreaming world was not a nightmarish land of confusion and madness to her as it was for many others. For her it was a reality of clarity, karmic understanding, and spiritual revelations. The Favored Daughter waited and meditated in peaceful serenity as she basked in the drifting sunlight that filtered through the leaves of the many treed forest. After a moment that may have been a passing breeze or a forming mountain, a creature came.

It was large; with scales of red and gold. Powerful and deadly. To Amonute's ruby eyes and senses, it's presence and aura felt like that of a Horned Serpent. However, this mystic reptile had four legs and wings; it was a dragon. The people of England had told her many stories about these ravenous creatures... few ended well. Luckily this beast seemed to have not been brought to her by hunger; it circled her for a few moments, dull red eyes watching her with human-like curiosity before settling down by her left side. She smiled and placed her hand on its scaled head, happy that the creature seemed content with simply being in her company. It playful poked her body and head with its scaled nose as she petted it; the fearsome reptile was surprisingly playful it seemed.

Retracting her hand, she turned away from the dragon and looked to her right. A new creature appeared; this one smaller but no less intense in the power its presence exuded. A feline with dark golden fur, parts of it matted and dirtied. Its golden eyes watched her for a long while, seeming confused by her very existence. The beast appeared battle-scared, wounds indented into its flesh and fur. The Favored Daughter stretched out a hand and held it out towards the large feline, a lion she believed it was called, they were similar to panthers in her own land. The great cat was however very cautious; taking many moments before approaching her and sniffing her hand. More time passed before it suddenly pressed its large head into her chest and nuzzled her. Giggling, she hugged the beast to her chest, surprised that the matted fur was so soft. After it was contented with nuzzling her chest, it settled its head into her lap and peered at the dragon on her other side.

The dragon peer back and both creatures stared at each other for several moments before seeming to reach an understanding and closing their eyes. Many winds passed in contentedness before the next beast came. This one was very different from the dragon and lion. A small white bird of a species she had never seen before. It settled on a branch a few feet away from the kwiocosuk, dragon, and lion. It twitted a happy song catching the attention of the dragon and lion. The harmony of the forest was brutally destroyed by the dragon's thunderous roar towards the small creature. The small avian stood no chance. Freezing in fear, it fell off its branch and struck the forest ground. Horrified, Amonute watched as the dragon suddenly rose from her side and charged the small bird, clearly with the intention of using all of its legendary might and inhuman fury to crush the pure white feathered creature.

"No!" Matoaka yelled in both the language of men and beasts. The dragon froze, jaws wide with devilish teeth, hellish fire smoldering within its throat, inches from the feathered avian still frozen in fear. Matoaka stood, disturbing the lion from her lap, and rushed to cradle the bird in her hands. The dragon stumbled away, confused at her actions. The confusion swiftly changed to fury and pain. It roared at her now, seemingly tormented. Before the Shamanic woman could decided what she could do to heal the dragon and protect the bird, another animalistic roar pierced her ears.

Another lion; this one younger, cleaner, and with golden fur that gleaned red. The older, darker lion rose and roared back with an anger equal to the dragons'. Instinct took Pocahontas as tears started filling her eyes. She rushed to the lions and placed herself between them, still cradling the white bird. The older lion roared again in anger and sadness at her intervention. The younger roared in offense and even greater rage. The dragon turned and spit flames above her head. The bird tweeted in fear.

The dark lion, the young lion, and the dragon, charged towards each other with Pocahontas and the bird trapped in the center of the raging beasts...

Her eyes flew open in the waking world, the alarm blaring in the air of Chaldea.

Far from the worst dream or Dream Vision she had ever had, Rebecca noted that her chest was still heaving. Calming herself from the vision, she steady her breathing and continued petting the soft blonde hair. The head it was attached to was pressed snuggly in her chest and was a great comfort to wake to. Wait...

"S-Saber!?" Rebecca gasped in surprise. She didn't let go, but did cease her petting as a very warm blush spread onto her cheeks. Did she grab the other woman while she was dreaming? Was she this affection starved or had the vision scared her more than she would admit? The other Servant pressed into her chest seemed to have froze with her forced embrace. Rebecca (with shaman like fortitude) released her grasp on Saber's head (although she took the chance to run her fingers through the hair of the other woman with the movement.)

"Hehe... sorry. I'm a hugger as I'm sure you've found out. W-We should head over to the ray-shifter... Not that I don't want to stay in bed with you... hehe." The poor attempt at humor just made her own blush worst. She supposed there were worst situations to wake up to. She wondered if Lucas had woken up to someone in his bed to? A lot of female mages had popped up in Chaldea yesterday.

"Master are you awake and well? I'll spirit over after... I deal with something first."

CatJones Dragonruby

 

[SunRaHunter]

The castle had fallen quiet again, only the faintest whispers of the wind squeezing through the cracks in the wall breaking the stillness. Had it not been for the wind, he was sure it would have seemed like the world had frozen over. The tranquility was broken by the newcomer at the table. To Nobukatsu, he could pick them out even now, in this horrible form they had taken. Across from him, leaning over the table like a drunk clinging to a bar, were his fathers remains.

Oda Nobuhide.

In life, his father had a stern face with broad features. In his current state, he was only bones, with the tattered remains of his armor and kimono clinging to the bleached bones. The skull was turned to the side, looking directly at his errant son, one eye blocked by the katana that was clutched in his the cage of his hand. He didn't move nor breathe, but his voice resonated from somewhere within the remains. The deep, booming voice that had scolded him as a child, filled to the brim with a barely suppressed rage.

“Nobuyuki.” He spoke, using his sons birth name instead of his adult name. For reasons unknown, it left a sense of distance between the two. Rider knew he had never fit into the family but his father seemed to personify that chasm.

“Yes, father.” Rider answered mechanically, not thought or emotion put into it as he answered.

“Can you hear them, Nobuyuki? Can you hear them through your precious dreams?” His fathers corpse never moved, but it had a definite effect on this dream world.

A new sound arose from the open balcony, a great din of noises from the courtyard below. Shouting, metal striking metal. Screams. Men screaming out in pain. Hundreds of them. Rider didn't move from his seat, he knew what awaited him outside. He could feel the bile rising in his throat as the smell began to waft into the room, the smell of day old blood and wounds turned putrid from the summer heat.

“How stupid could you be? To go to war with your own family when you refused to even learn anything from me. No. You focused on your poetry and your mother let you. Well, use your precious poetry! Tell me of their suffering, how their blood feels as it dries on your hands, their screams as life leaves them. They were fathers, sons, brothers, loved ones. And you let them die. All because you were to afraid to do the honorable thing.”

Rider still refused to move, sitting motionlessly as the cries from the courtyard grew louder, almost deafening him. Yet, his father's voice came through just fine, even as his own thoughts were drowned out by the awful noise. “I'm sorry, father.” Was all he managed to mutter out, not sure of what else to say. He had never wanted that war. He had sued for peace once Nobu had heard he had been plotting with the Hayashi clan. It hadn't even been his plan to plot with them. He had only accepted their invitation because he was married to their daughter and it would be rude to refuse his Father-in-law.

“Apologies. That's all you're good for. Go on, feel sorry for yourself; there's no one else here to do it for you. If this burden¬living with this guilt¬ever gets to great, you can always do what your brother demanded of you.” With a clatter, the sword escaped his fathers fingers, resting on the table. Rider, unsure and wavering, began to reach for it.


The alarms woke him with a start. Rider flung himself up and began to crawl in a blind panic towards the foot of his bed. Running out of space, he tumbled off the end and landed in a heap on the floor. He had, of course, face planted and was now nursing his forehead; the welt from just a short hour or two ago still fresh. He righted himself, stalking into the bathroom to retie his hair into a ponytail, noting the purple bump on his forehead, just barely hidden behind his bangs.

He had really smashed his head into the ground apologizing to Archer. A wave of embarrassment rising from his chest up to his face. He chewed on his lower lip as he left the bathroom to dress, still internally discussing how his public debut had gone. The other Japanese servants were a little neurotic, Berserker seemed to switch between doting on and complaining about her Master's actions with ease. The Matsudaira women was aggressive, but she was allied with Archer.

He finished dressing, patting himself down to knock any wrinkles out of his uniform, before retrieving his weapons. As he slid them on to his belt, he continued his internal dialogue. The other Masters had all seemed nice, if a little distant or suffering from a one-track mind. Then again, they had finished a mission yesterday, they were probably tired. His thoughts wandered back to Archer and the Matsudaira woman. He needed to avoid her, at all costs, lest he find himself on the receiving end of another deep cutting insult. Archer had turned out to be kind, the first person to ever accept one of his apologies rather then continue their berating of him. He breiefly considered that he should try and avoid her as well, if only to insure that his presence didn't cause any problems for Archer.

He realized he had been just standing and staring off into space as he was lost in thought. He needed to check on his Master, make sure she was ready for a mission. He left his room and quickly found himself knocking on Aine's door.



Aine had awoken, unknowingly at the same time as Rider, though far more disturbed then had been. Nevermind that his dream was just another reminder that he betrayed his family, it gave her a good sense of his ability as a leader; he was abysmal. She wasn't surprised, just annoyed. Rider had admitted that he wasn't a great hero or even a formidable option for a Heroic Spirit. His claim had always been that his brothers legend was so great, a few others were made Servants just by being part of it.

She had dressed slowly, having to sift through her clothes until she found something that was fairly clean but she was fully dressed when Rider gently knocked on her door. The disheveled Master threw her door open, facing her feeble Servant. Rider gave a weak smile as he greeted her. She ignored his greeting, focusing instead on her own needs.

“Rider, just go make me something to eat.” She felt half-hearted in her usual attempt at talking down to Rider. She was still dead-tired, hungry, and now thoroughly annoyed by the dreams she had to share with Rider. “Bring it to the Rayshifting room once you're done.”

she closed the door before he had a chance to reply. She wasn't worried about what he would do, he was replaceable in the event of the his death. She was more worried about herself. She had gotten into a few minor brawls after leaving home, but nothing like an actual fight. She knew she could hang back with the other Masters and they would surely help secure her safety, but she didn't want to be a burden on them. She was annoyed at the idea that they would see her as a tag along.

She shook off some of her fear, calming herself down as she proceeded to leave her room. Her stomach was grumbling from both hunger and nervous fear. She was untested. She was a rookie to this. Plus, the only magic she could really do was only useful in a support role. She would need to be creative with it. She proceeded to the Rayshifting room, still distracted by all the worries running through her head.



Rider had a door close on his face, an act he was now used to. He let out a defeated sigh before trudging back to the cafeteria and letting himself into the kitchen area; not particularly paying attention to anyone around, equally distracted by his own shortcomings.. He would quickly assemble something, and if his memory of his cookbook was anything to go off of, a sandwich would be the easiest thing. He figured he could still make enough for everyone to have some if he just made a bunch.

He began to scrounge for ingredients quickly, fumbling around as he searched for certain items.

 

[Dragonruby]

Sleep seemed all too brief, especially considering the late night Lucas had, and the alarm was an extremely unwelcome change as it dragged him from his slumber into the waking world with violent suddenness. He shot straight up, blinking rapidly and darting his eyes towards the clock to check the time. "Wha-...?" The boy muttered to himself before he woke up enough to properly process what was going on. He gave a groan and wiped at his face with both his hands, attempting to shove aside the memories of the dreams he'd had, but even then they continued to linger. Desert sands and an overbearing sun dominated them, a feeling and drive to push ever forward, ever onward, putting their body through suffering and struggle over and over again as they strove to overcome limits that seemed as immutable as the stars themselves...

These were dreams distinctly different than those he received from Archer, memories of her pasts and the life she had lived. He'd expected such things of course, it was normal for a Master and Servant to have their memories bleed into each other like that, but he'd never really brought it up to her before. It seemed... a little too personal, even if he was certain she knew as well. It was one thing to have someone tell you their past, but it was another to simply spy upon it like some sort of voyeur. Perhaps it was due to his temporary contract with Assassin.

The evening prior had passed by well enough. He entertained Assassin's questions, filling her in on the situation and anything she might've been confused about. Inbetween his own telling of events and her own battery of inquiries, she ended up knowing about just as much as he did about everything. Assassin remained amicable throughout the night, though not particularly friendly, and if nothing else, she seemed cooperative when he brought up the idea of working together to fight the singularities. They eventually settled on a temporary contract until something more permanent could be settled on the next day. And then came the matter of sleeping arrangements. Despite Lucas' insistence on being willing to give his bed to Assassin while he simply slept at his desk chair, the girl herself decided on sleeping in his closet of all places. A strange choice in his mind, but she explained that she disliked having too much room. An ascetic then, Lucas decided.

And of course, here they were now. Assassin was still secreted away it seemed, and Lucas pushed himself to the edge of his bed as he willed himself to move. He wasn't sure if he could keep up this sort of pace, if everyday was going to be another mission with their time at Chaldea being fraught with danger. He recoiled as soon as the thought entered his mind, slapping his hands against his cheeks to fight off such cowardly thoughts. Weakness like that would not be accepted. What else would he do if he weren't here right now? At best, he'd simply be an Enforcer for the Association, an attack dog and nothing more. At least here, he was doing something important, worth more than his ability to use magecraft.

"I'm fine," Lucas replied to Archer's message. "Hey... last night... No, nevermind. Deal with what you need to, I can talk to you about it after the alarm." Lucas toyed with the idea of talking with Archer about some of the things that had been dug up last night, but in the end decided against it. It wouldn't be good to distract himself nor her from the coming fight.

MocaPoka Kratoury

 

[LoneSniper87]

The alarms shook Ana awake, which surprisingly made her spring up out of bed. "Mordred!" She shouted into her room, hoping she was still here and handt run off without her. "Seems like we got our call to arms! Let's go!" She said, sounding actually happy as she ran around to get ready, throwing on a grey button down and jeans before rushing off, forgetting to put her gloves on, leaving them in her pocket. "I can't wait to get back into it!" She said.
AJustKnight

 

[AJustKnight]

Shielder rarely dreamed and tonight was not one of those rare nights. She had fallen asleep quickly, the herbs provided by John relaxing her to a point of being able to sleep soundly. Her comfortable night was shattered by the alarm going off. Shielder sat up, staring at the far wall and blinking away the sleep in her eyes. She had to check a few times to make sure that she wasn't imagining things. She hadn't gotten anywhere as much sleep as she had been hoping for. She swung her feet off the bed and stood up, coming down from the pot that John had given her was taking a while longer then expected.

She willed her armor on, the familiar and comforting mane of fur around her neck greeting her. As she had made her way to her bedroom door, her Master spontaneously opened the door, popping in just long enough to excitedly yell about the mission before bounding away. Shielder yawned, happy for her Master but a little perturbed that she wasn't allowed to sleep more.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in just a minute. I'm gonna grab some coffee first." She called back, not entirely sure of whether or not Ana had heard her. She silently marched to the cafeteria, barely able to keep her eyes open. Opening the door, she was pleasantly surprised to see Rider. He was in a frantic state, trying to make something and not noticing her at first. She beamed. She hadn't gotten a chance to talk to the diminutive man the night before.

"Rider! Sorry I missed you last night. I was helping John with something. How did everything go?" She launched into the conversation, not seeing a reason to hold back.

LoneSniper87 SunRaHunter

 

[CatJones]

Saber hadn't expected for Archer to begin to pet her, yet the motion wasn't unwelcome. It felt soothing to have someone caress her in such a way, though the girl was having some kind of a dream before the alarm woke her. For Saber, the motion had been for nostalgia, but now that here bosom was heaving against her cheeks, it felt far more lewd. A rare tinge of regret filled the woman; she had taken advantage of the girl in her sleep. Saber was still frozen in place when Archer spoke, apologizing for being a hugger.

"Fret not. If I'm being honest, it suits you. I'm more surprised that you keep your affectionate side in check so well." Saber assumed that Archer was the kind of girl who enjoyed the warmth that came from connecting with others in every way; spiritually, mentally,emotionally, and physically. "I imagine that plenty of the people around here would cherish hugs from you."

Saber realized that she could have easily came across as jealous or facetious, though the sentiment was true. Men were easily swayed with just a tender touch. She no longer possessed that ability, but Archer could nearly rule Cheldea just by being a little more open with her arms.

"Fret not. I won't tell anyone you enjoy a woman's embrace in your quarters." Saber rose from the bed, donning her armor, becoming the blackened king that she was known to be. Her discarded clothes vanished from the floor, willed away now that they were no longer needed. She gave the girl a simple nod as a farewell, leaving the room to head towards the Rayshifting quarters. She assumed that Archer would need to find her wayward Master and take care of him. He seemed the bumbling type, if his conversation with her was evidence of anything.

MocaPoka

 

[TelisOldfield]

Lancer woke up with an annoyed start, staring at the ceiling with utter hatred for the living world in her eyes. She slowly sat up, staring at the distant wall before pouting. Followed by angry limb flailing and quietly cursing all of Cheldea. How was a girl supposed to beautiful with out her beauty rest? Lancer begrudgingly got out of bed, annoyingly walking into her bathroom, frustratingly combing her hair. After setting herself right for the day, she materilalized into her clothing, making sure to once again pull on her pink sweater.

She stormed out of her room, her cute features twisted into a silent snarl. She approached Barr's room, nearly kicking the door in as she approached. Her Master was, of course, already up, dressed and preparing his backpack for the mission ahead. He turned toward his upset Servant, opening his usual method of contact.

'Something wrong, Lancer?' He asked, getting a look of ire from his Servant.

"Of course! How am I supposed to keep up with my daily regime of 12 hours of beauty sleep when they pull the alarm whenever they want. It's not fair!" She stamped her feet for emphasis, only getting a silent nod from her Master.

'I have a bottle of that iced coffee you like so much, if that helps.' He reached into his bag, producing a glass bottle of Starbucks. One of the many things he had snuck in at her request. She snatched it from his hands. He closed his pack up and stood, following her to the rayshift chamber. Avenger was already there, which gave reason for Lancer to snicker. Saber arrived just a few seconds after them. Lancer wasn't excited about going on another mission so soon, and it showed. Barr stood quietly, waiting for the mission briefing to begin.

CatJones

 

[Syvvaris]

Dreams were absent and sleep was sparse for John who wanted nothing to do with being awake. To be awake was to be aware of his failures of the past day. To be be awake means he would have to deal with life, and most importantly he would be sober throughout the day. John sluggishly removed himself from his comfy mattress and changed into a blueer version of his tropical shirt and darker pants. He paused to look himself in the mirror and saw how worn and still bloodshot his eyes were. "Today will be a better day, John. Whatever happens will come and go, just make the best of it." He said to himself and left for the rayshifting room.

'I really hope that Assassin didn't kill everyone last night. I also have to talk to Saber about making a contract.' John thought to himself, 'Otherwise I should just stay back as I'll be nearly useless without a servant. By God, I do not want to replace Barr. I don't think I can handle being called an animal by Lancer, and the Assassin from last night will not do at all." John let out a deep sigh and leaned against the wall next to the door of the rayshifting chamber. "I think I'll just sit here and wait for Saber to come. I don't really want to be the first one inside." John said to himself quietly.

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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The King of Knights was becoming an increasing source of blush inducing compliments for the Native Princess of Tsenacommacah. She kept her affectionate side in check well? Finally someone recognized her efforts! It wasn't easy being so distant with everyone! But everyone in Chaldea was either a shy mage like Lucas or a Heroic Spirit that deserved to be treated with some degree of cation and decorum. As much as she may wish to be more affectionate with everyone; the amount of conflicting personalities, differing beliefs and cultures, simply didn't allow for hugging without unintentional insult.

Poca giggled with the compliment of her "cherished hugs." She doubted anyone would consider her hugs worthy of such a word, but it was still a very nice thing to hear... and from Saber of all people... did the knight cherish her hugs? Clearly she wasn't displeased by the action. Saber had been the one to enter her room and then her bed without any prompting. Additionally the Dream Vision had shown the Dark Lion snuggle to her chest. Did Saber hold affections for her?

Taken by the startling thought, Rebecca only sat up on her bed as Saber changed back into her war-clothing, and left her room with words of reassurance that she wouldn't speak of "her enjoying a woman's embrace." Still deep in contemplation, Rebecca barely registered Lucas's words back to her. She changed into her war-clothing and put the nightwear back into her drawer. Rebecca gave an affronted huff as she readied to fade into her spirit form. Why would she worry about others knowing a woman was in her arms in her quarters?

Comfort and love could be had with anyone. Although many in the Church hadn't been of the same belief. Perhaps Saber believed she was of the same mindset as the Priests and Nuns of the church? She would have to ask her later to clear any confusion. However, currently adventure and battle was upon her! She needed to meet with Lucas and focus on the future hunt!

Archer faded from her room and materialized in her Master's. "Servant Archer has appeared! Ready for adventure and-" Archer stopped her enthused greeting to Lucas and froze. Visually nothing was wrong. Lucas's room was normal, slightly cleaner than normal perhaps, and he was simply getting ready for the coming rayshift. However, there was another presence in the room. A magical and dangerous one.

Moving with speed that would have appeared to be practically teleportation to a normal human's eyes; she appeared directly behind Lucas and gripped the back collar of his sleeping clothes. None too gentle she dragged him to the door with jarring but not bodily harming speed and strength. Opening the door she threw the taller man out of his own room and locked it. Turning back around she summoned a Black Key to her right hand. "I know you are there." Archer calmly called out to the unknown entity in the closet. It felt like a Servant, normally something to not take such precaution against, but after the invasion of the knight she couldn't risk Lucas's safety with inaction.

Through the shared bond, she mentally ordered and informed Lucas. "Master find other Servants for assistance. There is another Servant in your room." She hoped Lucas wouldn't try to get back in the room to her help. The best thing he could do was find another Servant to help potentially battle the invader, spy, or assassin. "If you mean no harm come out of the closet. I wish to converse, not to fight."

Dragonruby Kratoury

 

[SunRaHunter]

Aine arrived in the Rayshifting Center with minimal trouble and little fanfare. She slid into the room quietly, making sure to keep a low profile. Her first mission with the organization was going to be carried out by the book. She was going to hang back, observe and assist; she wasn't in a position to be doing any real heavy lifting. Her Od was still low and wouldn't be at an acceptable level for another day or two. She wasn't so proud that she couldn't ask any of the the other Masters for a pick me up in regards to mana, but most forms of mana transfer were a tad to personal for her taste. Not that the candidates available were hard on the eyes,, simply the fact that she would have to ask such a question was risque enough to cause an unbearable heat to creep from her stomach to her face.

She had seen the rayshifting quarters a few times now, either sneaking out to stare at the coffins with a mesmerized stare or poking her head in as she passed by on her way to another important task. The growing fear of being locked into one of those space and time defying cages made her weak in the knees but the struggle leading up to this event wouldn't be in vain. She would, through willpower alone if she must, conquer this trial. The other trial in the room, was far more disconcerting. John was there, as was the ruby haired, demon horned girl with the shrill voice; and the man she assumed was her Master. A man from the Middle East, judging by his garb and skin color.

As she let out a final, relaxing breath, she leaned on a nearby wall, waiting for the briefing to start. She might also keep tabs on what the others were doing, while she waited for Rider with food.


Rider nearly jumped a foot in the air as Shielder spoke to him, convinced it was Avenger. In a spectacular display of coordinated clumsy effort he managed to trip on his own feet, one sliding behind the other and sending himself careening to the floor with a quiet whump. For once he managed to catch himself before finishing the fall; his hands splayed out on the ground in front of him, the bottle of mayonnaise he had been using depressed under the palm of his hand, its contents dispersed over his other hand and sleeve. White stuck out rather noticeably on red. he moved to a sitting positon, his legs collapsed under him as he surveyed the newly forming stain. And just as quickly he was back on his feet, replying to Shielder as he sought something to soak up the white liquid on his arm.

"Good Morning, Sir Mordred." In his distress he forgot his promise to call her by her Class, letting slip her true name. He continued on as the began to dab at his sleeve with a paper towel, facing the woman as he spoke; his head was cocked to the side, not in concentration, but embarrassment. He recalled the events of the hours previous, trying to find the best way to describe it.

"It could have gone worse. As expected, I made a fool of myself before half of the team. Though, a few of them were pretty persistent that I get along with them. All in all, they seem like good people. I can only hope to find a way to be useful." He gave a tiny smile before setting back to his task. He had been working feverishly the last few minutes as he finished what was the tenth sandwich he had made, uncertain how much everyone would eat. He briefly considered asking Shielder what John had needed, but with open she was with him already, he realized she would have already told him if it concerned him. That being said, he felt a sharp tinge of regret that he wasn't being entirely honest either. He wasn't going to tell her about Avenger and her aggressive attitude. There was no need for such drama right before a mission was about to commence.

"You'll have to come by and see my room, when you have time. I finished it." He turned away from his finished stack of BLT's to face Shielder again. He gave a curt bow, trying to replicate the English style she had shown him. One foot behind the other, one arm sweeping across his stomach as he bent at the waist. "I'm still very grateful for all your help."

AJustKnight

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana nodded, too giddy to ask why she felt the way she did, and bounded down to the Rayshifting Center. She waved to most who passed, smiling as she went past the doors. "Morning, all!" She said to everyone, looking over at the coffin like devices around her. Her smile naturally faded, walking toward one of them. She left this slow rising of something in her chest, like some great beast trying to swallow her heart. She shook it off, hand tracing the coffin, trying to force it away. "It's ok..." She whispered to herself constantly.

 

[AJustKnight]

It was the little things.

Rider jumped as she startled him, quickly falling over himself before just as quickly righting himself. He managed to spread mayonnaise over his arm as he fell over but was cleaning himself up as he spoke to her. She dismissed the fact that he was calling her by her true name rather then her class. Maybe she was just distracted by the plate full of sandwich's he had behind him. He had made enough for the entire team, which Mordred was excited about. Food sounded so wonderful now. That stuff John had shared with her had left her feeling hungry, hungrier then a servant should be. She almost had to physically remind herself to focus on what he was saying rather then stare at the food.

"I kind of figured you would have, no offense. You put on quite the show when we first met. I bet most of them at least think your antics are endearing." Rider had shared with her in confidence how little self-confidence he had. Maybe it was because of her class but she found herself wanting to protect that tiny smile he gave her. Though he was competent at changing the subject at a moments notice. He shifted over to his room, the one she had acquired the majority of the furniture for. Still, she was excited to see what an Eastern bedroom was like. Or was she just interested in seeing his bedroom? She wasn't sure herself. They had spent the better part of a week getting to know each other while Ana was recovering and didn't need constant care. They had spoken of everything under the sun and back again.

She wondered as well, if anyone noticed the little things he did. She was fairly certain that she and his Master were the only two people he would speak to casually enough not to use honorifics and was comfortable enough that he would turn away from them as he spoke. Everyone else he gave his divided attention to, as if he was worried that any tiny movement could insult them.

"I'd like to see your bedroom, now that it looks like someone lives there, not just a shut-in. When we get back from the mission, you should show me it. We could get some dinner and hang out in your room." She tried to make it sound like a suggestion and keep any emotional attachment out of it.

SunRaHunter

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas forced himself out of bed, feeling some measure of reluctance despite the urgency of the situation at hand. It truly took a moment for him to muster the motivation to start doing anything, which had him wondering for a moment if he was really that tired.

He went about as much of his morning routine as he could (sped up of course, he couldn't exactly linger in the shower for much longer than a handful of minutes) and he was in the middle of quickly brushing his teeth when Archer appeared. Her enthusiastic materialization made him jump in surprise as he darted his head to look towards her. He half-expected her to be showing up with some sort of prank in mind, but was rather thankful to see that she was genuinely just there to greet him. Spitting into the sink in order to clear his mouth and speak to her, Lucas didn't even have the time to utter a single word before she grabbed him and threw him out of his own room.

"What the fucking hell!?" Lucas cried out as he stumbled out the doorway, spinning around just in time to see it shut on him. He blinked in surprise before going to try and open it, only to find the electronic lock preventing his entry. Did Archer just lock him out of his own room!? He quickly reaches down to grab the key to his room only to find that he was still dressed in a t-shirt and boxers, the clothes he'd gone to bed in the last night."Archer!? What are you doing? Archer!?" He shouts now, pounding at the door. He goes still, a chill running down his spine as he hears her mental message to him.

"No, wait! Archer! She's not an enemy! I can explain! Don't start a fight dammit!" Lucas telepathically replied back, his 'voice' filled with urgency.

MocaPoka Kratoury

 

[Kratoury]

It was dark and cramped within her new confines. Most people would have considered it to be claustrophobic or something like that, and to be fair that wouldn't be at all unreasonable for someone to think. After all, even without being a particularly bulky young lady Assassin could barely stretch out her legs and she bumped her elbows anytime she tried to do the same with her arms. That said, to Assassin this small sleeping space was perfect. Calling it nostalgic wasn't quite right, but it was something familiar and almost soothing to her. If anything, the soft sleeping bag beneath her and the height of the closet was something that she considered to be borderline luxurious. Somewhat shamefully, she had briefly considered asking for a blanket due to the temperature here being much lower than her homeland- in fact it seemed as though the temperature in the room didn't particularly fluctuate with the time of day which was incredibly unsettling even on it's own. Fortunately, her pride had won out in the end and she ended up simply sleeping in her undergarments.

The loud noise that woke her had been startling, but not so much so that she'd lost control. Her master, temporary as he was, would have alerted her if there had been a particular trouble that she needed to address. She'd assumed that there was some haste to be had, but seeing as how Lucas hadn't given her instruction Assassin was content to rest in the darkness for a bit longer... Or she was, until she heard a scuffle in the main room followed by the door being slammed. Perhaps she was just a touch drowsy since two walls really shouldn't have been enough to muffle the voice that she could vaguely hear muttering in the distance, but it sounded frantic enough that she couldn't help but to be spu- Her thoughts stalled out as another voice cut in, much clearly and more distinctly feminine than Lucas'.

For a few long moments, Assassin chewed over this other servant's words. While she was hesitant to accept someone's words as being outright sincere, there was no fluctuation in her pitch or the beat of her heart to signify that she was being anything other than forthright. Ultimately though, it was an easy decision. While she did not particularly worry about her ability to survive if she confronted someone, doing so would add some degree of credence to John's accusations and that above all else needed to be avoided for the sake of Assassin's own fragile pride. The closet door slid open in a smooth, slow motion, the sound of the small wheels moving it along a metal track mild in a way that indicated proper maintenance. Surprisingly, what was revealed was... A younger woman, older looking than Lancer but not by enough for it to be defining. Her eyes were dark; not coal black but certainly dark enough that there was little difference between the brown of her iris and the inky black of her pupils. The first and most striking thing was that she seemed more annoyed or even a bit troubled than nervous. The second was her long pitch black hair and pale skin, tainted only by the slight discoloration of dusty pink brushing over her cheeks. She was wearing something white and a bit rumpled, and although most wouldn't have recognized it as such Archer was able to correctly identify the thin white dress as being Assassin's undergarments which was presumably what lent color to her cheeks.

She stared across the room, eyes trailing up and down Archer's body in an almost unsettling way as she took in everything she could about the woman. While she appeared young, the way she examined the other woman made it obvious that Assassin had spent a lifetime studying people. She recognized the threat that Archer posed, taking into account her weapon and posture as evidence of such, but also seemed to consider her to be a nascent threat, something that probably wouldn't just attack her without provocation. With only a touch of hesitation, Assassin gripped the frame of the sliding door and worked her way to her feet. Her lacking height added to the feeling of youth that she gave off, and the rumpled look to her shift was highlighted by the unruly tangles in her otherwise straight hair. She brought up a hand to rub at her eyes, then sighed out a tired sounding, "I see. People seem to be taking me as a threat with some regularity here..."

Now that she was adjusting to the light, her closet having been quite devoid of such all throughout the night, Assassin pretty easily deduced what had happened. It seemed as though Lucas had been cast out for his own protection, and that she was once more on trial. "You seem to have treated my master somewhat roughly, and even have me as some disadvantage. Seeing as how your key is dry of blood- and the way that Loo-Khas is banging on the door like a child or a mistreated pet- I'll take it that you didn't particularly harm him... So very well, you wish to speak and I am unwilling to do battle in my underclothes so let us share words." As she finished up that statement, Assassin shifted a tiny bit to position more of her body behind the closet door. It wouldn't stop a black key thrown by even a normal church executioner, much less a servant, but the point was really more straightforward than that. Assassin, for all of her cold and dismissive nature, was a very modest young lady and even an older woman seeing her in her shift was embarrassing enough that she couldn't keep the color out of her cheeks.

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MocaPoka Dragonruby​

 

[CatJones]

Avenger rounded the last corner before the rayshifting chamber, slowing her pace as she saw a lone figure leaning against the wall just outside the door. It only took her a moment to recognize him, John, the ex-master of Assassin. She renewed her pace, hatching a plan in her mind as she neared him. She let one hand rest on the hilt of her sword, coming to a stop a comfortable pace away from the man. She gave a small smile and softened her eyes. She made her posture small as well, slacking her proud shoulders and letting her feet close in on one another. She had no reason to bring her large person into this conversation, trying to keep it civilized.

"John. My condolences on the sudden absence of your Servant." She lowered her head in empathetic sorrow, sharing her genuine remorse for his grieving person. "Perhaps it will be uncouth of me to say, but I would like to rescind my refusal to be your Servant. At the time you asked, I simply didn't want to intrude on your relationship with your Servant. However, I have one stipulation."

It was the true answer, for the most part. She had felt that the closeness of the two was something she would have had a difficult time managing, but the other reason was much more vain; she had simply wanted some freedom. She had never been summoned before and to have the full backing of the Root to summon you and give you power was intoxicating. She knew that it would be dangerous to continue to act as a pawn for the Grail, finding a Master was her only real chance of surviving. Plus, she needed someone to keep her in check in one simple matter.

"I would only ask that you use a command seal and keep me from killing that worthless dog, Rider." She paused and stared at the ground, away from him. In the blink of an eye, her usual calm and collected self was replaced with a woman of rage and hatred. Her brow furrowed and her smile turned into a sour grimace. She knew that she was going against her responsiblities as an Avenger, but she treasured something more then her want for revenge.

Syvvaris

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer​

Archer ignored the frantic pounding and yelling voice of her Master behind the locked door. Her eyes and focuses were locked on the emerging Servant from Lucas's closet. The Servant was... rather plain as Servants went. Pale skin, dark hair and an annoyed expression on her young face. Her eyes were noticably darker than most, however certainly not to the point of being unnatural.

Lucas frantically spoke through their bond, telling her the Servant was not an enemy and that he could "explain." The younger girl before her certainly didn't appear battle ready in her wringled nightwear. Her eyes roamed and searched Archer's body in a very similar manner to how the Church's Executioners did whenever one would evaluate whether or not she was a threat. The examination ended quickly and the younger girl spoke with boredom in her voice, while rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Archer didn't ease her stance or gaze despite Lucas's mental shouts and the Servant's lacked appearance and bearing. The younger girl was dangerous in a way she still didn't fully understand. She didn't have the powerful pressence of great warriors like Toko or Saber. Or the magical presence and aura of Shielder and Eliza. There was nothing coming off of this Servant expect a small dagger like feeling of controlled deadliness.

The Servant spoke again; her words unintentionally collapsing Archer's world around her and piercing her heart. It all suddenly became so terribly clear and obvious to her. This younger girl with blushing cheeks, hiding partially behind the closet door in her night dress... was her replacement. Her worst fear had suddenly appeared before her. To think not two minutes ago she had woken up to such a happy morning. To think she had believed not even 30 seconds ago that this would be another happy day.

Archer felt her Black Key slip through her suddenly numb fingers. The weapon hit the floor and shattered like glass before dissipating in glittering sparks of purples, greens, and blues. Pocahontas knew the rising waves of sadness, hurt, regret and self-hate would be too much for her to soon endure. So she became Lady Rebecca.

"You are Lucas's new Servant. I see, forgive me for my rudeness." To those who knew the Native Princess, the polite expression devoid of any strong emotions and the coldly regal tone of her voice would have been a disturbing sight to see from the normally exuperant woman.

"Please look after Lucas... he's not as strong as he likes to pretend. He gets hurt easily when others are unfair to him..." Lady Rebbeca gazed once more at her former Master's room, knowing it would be the last time she would ever see it. "Tell him I.... Archer was happy being with him... but that she understands... why... this is happening. I'm... thankful for the time that was shared."

Archer faded into the spirits and quickly reappeared in a corner of the rayshifting room. She refused to take note of the other souls in the room and pulled out her Chanunpa. Her posture rigid and face stoic, she lite the pipe and began smoking. Breathing the heavy smoke, she sought acceptance and renewal for her changed existence. It proved difficult. The bond with Luc-... her former Master was still there... like a flowing river of pain directly to her soul.

Archer would do her best to block out the pain and words that would flow from the bond. She would focus on the hunt. Do her small part in it, and then likely fade back into the world whenever Lucas descided to cut their once shared bond forever.

Dragonruby Kratoury

 

[TelisOldfield]

Lancer was soothed at the very least, sipping on her favored beverage, eyes closed in something resembling bliss. Barr was still fascinated at her infatuation with the drink. But his current focus was on something else, something less joyful. Archer was hiding out in a corner of the room, seemingly unwilling to count with the others. This was out of character for the native girl, since she spent so much of her time breaking bread with anyone who speak with her. He felt out of place being the first to approach her, they had barely spent enough time near each other to count as acquaintances. Yet, his concern was for her well-being, not their understanding of each other.

Barr approached slowly, like nearing a wounded mother bear, greeting her with a simple head nod and a simple sign language that could be understood almost universally. He pointed a finger at her, then made a thumbs up. It was curtailed by the concern in his eyes. He was certain she would give a dismissive response. He still had a trick up his sleeve if it was necessary, but underhanded tactics weren't something he was as willing to resort to. It was a simple bottle of home brewed sweet tea, made the way his parents had done.

He stood, quietly awaiting her response.

MocaPoka

Lancer snuck a peek at her Master, watching as he approached Archer. The bitter taste of her own inability filled her mouth, rather then the nectar of the Gods that was Vanilla flavored Starbucks Iced Coffee. She wasn't good at girly talk that didn't revolve around her or had any more depth then being fixed with a hug. She knew that Barr was as gentle as a lamb, even if she referred to him as a piggy. He was far better suited at handling adult issues then she was. For that she would be grateful for all piggies who know how to fix those problems. Besides, she still needed to collect her admission fee from Shielder whenever she showed up.

For the time being, she gave a quick sweep for John, figuring he would be to much of a puss to accept her deal. He just couldn't handle a Servant with her high-energy and potential.

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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The kinnikinnick was breathed in deeply, mixing with the Kwiocosuk's poisoned soul; capturing the deep lakes of pain, sadness, and turmoil residing there. The sacred smoke was then breathed out, taking the bad and returning it to the greater flow of the world's energies. This was done several times; the impure pools filling back up as soon as they were lowered. Harmony could not yet be reached, however balance from descent into hopelessness was achieved. Breathing was the first step to many trying things. Living, meditating, absolving, forgiving; both for others and (far more difficultly) for self.

A tall figure aproached; disturbing but not breaking the Shaman woman's cycle of healing and ruination. Expressionless she watched the Master communicate his concern and was reminded again why this was the only living soul she had met in Chaldea that filled her with unease. The man was colored like her, cloaked in dark scarfs and robe, with wisdom filled eyes the color of forests. He was silent and spoke with magic. He had an aura of calmness, peace, and understanding. He was practically a Shaman from her childhood...

They were the ones who taught her magic and her role in life. Taught her how to endure pain, hunger, fear, and madness. They were kind to everyone... except to her. To them, she was a gift from the spirits that was not to be wasted. Tears were ignored and markings were carved. Sometimes she still felt the phantom pains from the tattoos on her thighs. Sometimes she still dreamed of the nightmares they had weaved and trapped her inside of.

It wasn't fair to force her childhood fears on the man. He had never displayed any of the cruel indifferences of the Shamans. She was simply being weak, it was a another reminder for why she was Masterless now. Weak, incompetent, and foolish.

Archer shook her head left and right; answering to the Master that she was not in fact "thumbs up".

"Luc-... My Master has replaced me. I am not a great and legendary person like the other Servants. I am not surprised that he replaced me with another... but... I wish that he hadn't. I wish that I had performend better on the hunt, and that I had not made a fool of myself last night." Lady Rebecca's voice was regal and cold, her face devoid of emotion; a very stark contrast from her normal self. She didn't offer any warmth to her voice or features, and looked away from the green eyes watching her.

She knew the man communicated through magic that required touch. Even with her soul in chaos, and her instictive fear towards him; Lady Rebecca was still not one to refuse another's kindness. She was not a savage or a devil that refused communication or understanding with others. She was the woman that had brought Peace to the Powhatan and the English. Even if she was a failure as a Servant...

Raising her hand, Archer offered it to the Master. The Shamans had invaded her mind in a similar manner. However, she doubted this user of magic would attempt to bring the monsters of the Dreaming World into her waking mind.

TelisOldfield

 

[Kratoury]

"Oh..." That was such an odd situation. Such an odd... reaction really. The servant had seemed so ready to confront her only to then immediately cave in and flounder like some kind of willow reed. New (better) Archer gave a slight hum of thoughtfulness at that, realizing that she had never actually seen a willow reed before. Clearly the summoning had been flawed, but it had apparently not been quite as flawed as she had feared. After taking a minute to don her clothing which had been cast out with the rest of the clothes that had once been in the closet, now piled beside it on the floor, Assassin strolled over to the door and flicked the lock open. The door opened to reveal that while her hair was still a bit messy, Assassin looked otherwise nonplussed. "Loo- Khas," she began, staring him in the eye as she took a half step back to avoid him falling on her for how desperately he'd been clawing at the door.

"It would appear that I spoke poorly to what I assume to be your servant..?" They folded their hands in front of their waist and gave a sigh, "I apologize, I hadn't intended to cause her any problems..." After a moment's wistful consideration she pressed on with an explanation of, "I believe that in referring to you as my master, your proper servant has mistaken our contract as a more than temporary arrangement." Her lips drew into a line, "That is to say, I mean, that I believe she is of the opinion that you were attempting to replace her. You hadn't told me that your servant was quite so... sensitive." She gave Lucas a slightly disapproving look at that, though it was far from a glare. The boy seemed clueless; enough so that he probably just hadn't picked up on it. She shifted, adjusting her posture and falling in against the wall to wait for Lucas. "I would suggest that you should resolve this issue post-haste my master for the moment, your true servant seemed quite surprised. I would not hesitate to say that she is likely very upset with you." And with that, she shifted her hands behind her back and erased her presence, trying to keep from distracting the boy while he figured out what to do about this.

Dragonruby

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas growled in frustration as the door remain obstinately locked before him. "Dammit!" Lucas cried out one more time as he slammed his fist against the door before finally giving up, letting his head fall against the door with a metallic 'clunk'. He cursed whoever designed Chaldea, making everything out of metal and steel making it difficult to simply bust down the current obstacle in his way. It was like they'd gone and watched Star Trek and decided that they wanted to emulate the whole 'sleek future' aesthetic. If nothing else, at least it didn't seem like things had come to blows quite yet. He'd likely have heard something if there was fighting involved. Actually... Now that he thought about it, it was strangely quiet in there. Were they just talking?

He glanced up and down the hallways slyly, remembering suddenly that he was standing out in the open while dressed in a shirt and boxers, desperately hoping no one had heard or seen him before he pressed his ear up to the door, trying to gleam some idea of the discussion going on inside. The metal was exceptionally cool against the side of his head, the temperature maintained artificially to be just a tad colder than what Lucas was comfortable with, though perhaps that had to do with his current lack of clothing. It was almost impossible to pick anything up, however, as the most he heard was the sound of his own heart beating in his chest with his ear flush against the doorway. Lucas remained like that for a few moments at most, but it felt much longer as he strained for the slightest mumble.

Lucas let out an undignified noise as the door suddenly slid open, and he stumbled forwards slightly, nearly falling on top of Assassin, though he manages to catch himself before he makes a further idiot of himself. "Assassin?" He asks quickly, eyes glancing down from her to around his room. His belongings were rather untouched, but Archer was missing. "What happened? Where did Archer go?" The questions fall out of his mouth immediately and his eyes go wide at Assassin's explanation.

"Replaced her!? Where the hell did she get that idea from!? There's no way that I'd ever-" Lucas paused, stopping mid-sentence as he remembered the words she'd left him with last night before she'd seemingly gone to bed. "Oh my fucking- Are you kidding me?" He groaned to himself as he ran his hands across his face. "I have to go talk to her." Turning around he went to dash down the hallway... Only to return a moment later as he remembered his state of dress, quickly scrambling to throw on his uniform while cursing under his breath. "Meet me in the Rayshifting room!" Lucas called to Assassin, not really thinking about whether or not she knew where it was. He clambered back out the room, still in the process of buckling the straps as he left looking as if he'd just simple rolled out of bed like that.

He ran through the halls almost mindlessly for a second, not really knowing where she'd gone and he quickly came to a stop at an intersection."Archer? Archer? Where are you. We need to talk." Lucas desperately asked, messaging her mentally. "Look, Assassin explained to me what happened, and it's all a massive misunderstanding. I ran into her last night after she was summoned by... Look, I don't know what brought her here, you'd have to ask Da Vinci or Lovecraft about that, but I bumped into her with John. She was lost and confused, and probably on edge since she mentioned having been planning to kill us all until we explained the situation to her, but that's not super important. John got really upset for some reason and started trying to pick a fight with her like he was trying to get himself killed or something, and after he left in a huff I offered her a place to stay until things got sorted out and we made a temporary contract until then. I would never try to replace you, I promise! So please, just talk to me?" Lucas babbled, doing his best to explain absolutely everything he could in order to clear up this mess in as little time as possible. If he'd been speaking with his mouth, it was likely he would've stuttered or even bitten his tongue on accident. He remained in place, panting from the rush he'd been in, waiting tensely for a response back from his Servant.

MocaPoka Kratoury

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ana was surprised that so few had showed up, currently. One of the other masters, the mute, approached Archer, whom she had just noticed. She seemed different, not cheery. But then again, she didn't talk with her all that much to know her true nature. She wanted to see if she was alright, but didn't want to crowd her as well. She knew that that could make it worse. Soon enough her kind heart won out, and she approached her, a kind smile on her face. "Is everything ok? Sorry, if I intrude... I'll leave if you want me too..."

 

[TelisOldfield]

Barr was taken back by how straight forward Archer was, not that he assumed she would have been deceptive, but rather more closely guarded with her current problem. Barr nodded solemnly as she explained her position with her Master, noting as she lifted a hand to let him use his magic. He hesitated for a second, worried about dragging himself into the midst of Lucas' problems since the young man seemed brimming with a willingness to use violence rather quickly. He had seemed to think he could fight Lancer when she had upset Archer during their first meeting. But he had seen a life of young men and women carry a pain the weight of the world within them. He wished to ease that burden, if nothing else.

He lifted his hand to hers, touching a finger to the palm and transferring his ability to her for a few minutes. He always regretted having this ability, being able to invade the minds of others.

"As-salamu alyakum, Archer. I apologize that it took this long for us to speak, and under under such circumstance. I hope this means of communication is not uncomfortable for you." He spoke to her, closing his eyes and giving a small nod as he greeted her, before going into his own questions. It felt miserable asking a young woman about such a pain, but like a snake, the head of the matter needed to be found before anything else could be done.

"Your Master said he was replacing you?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, just as a new Master approached, one he didn't recognize. She asked for the state of Archer as well. Barr let Archer decide how many people she wanted in this conversation.

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