Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

turning just right after a few seconds of silence to the right, starting to walk down towards where coincidently Lilith’s room was situated, seems like this one has it’s own action and will, maybe curious, weather followed or not her voice is heard echoing and bouncing off the white walls “No cause for thanking, I haven’t yet done anything to help you further your goal, that will come with time. As for your reason, … why do you consider humans as in need of improvement. Isn’t it in it’s nature to develop and evolve? It’s truly an odd way to put it, if not degrading.” her voice gets further as she continues, … guess this is why she was a king, she does seem to like to take charge, going where she pleases when she pleases “Great partners will be a question we will ask at the end of the journey, nothing has transpired yet that would tell us for sure. Likewise, do not call me miss. And no I have no question why is your lineage toed with serpents, I have my own roots and you are not the only person that I know off which has a mixed tree. Speaking further about questions Where is Camelot. And do tell more about your purpose and this, … institution you call Chaldean”

Lilith seeing that Artoria luckily was able to use the automatic doors of the future felt rather relieved. She wouldn't have to teach Artoria how to operate her dorms stuff it seems, as well who knows if the system forgot something. It surely has happened a few times, but nevertheless seeing the woman walk out made her confused but delighted, seeing how boring the summoning room was. All there was, was a circle and that's it so she decided to follow the king around before listening to the speech the woman had given. It was true that natures default settings were to evolve and develop but, well there was always one thing that humans couldn't beat. May it be the cold, or the heat. Hell even viruses, humanity was still flawed. Both in mindset and biologically. So of course, Lilith would give her opinion on the matter at hand. "Well, of course it is in nature. But it has been over a couple thousand years and we still have yet to change. We cannot handle the heat, the cold, some diseases will give us permanent lung damage! We are also frail, tell mr when a tiger bites an ordinary human. What happens? Does he live to tell the tale, or does he pass out from blood lost? This is why I believe we have yet to reach our greatest potential." After this Lilith would of shook her head a bit, flinging her hair about as she had gotten a sudden chill. Even with all of the research, Lilith got cold easily. "Sorry about that, this place is freezing cold. But nevermind that, what shall I call you? As you have yet to state your name or your classification. Plus I don't want to get the name wrong and I do not know where Camelot is. And chaldea, well we kinda just research magical and scientific aspects of the world. My major is biology combined with chemistry!"

@[unintelligible sub noises]

Artoria adds some ideas for the little lizard to process as she gives her philosophy and thought on the matter, rather something outside of her spectrum of expertise, which, hopefully, wouldn’t put them in a hopeless state “Maybe the next step of evolution has nothing to do with biology. What if there’s nothing more to alter to the form further to the point, we are already defeating tigers and not dying, humans have created medicine armour and weapon in order to reign supreme. How many times have people died from tiger attack?” she asks, awaiting a response before questioning again “And how under equipped were they at the moment of death?” at least she has ideas and knows things she’s talking about “Don’t underestimate human capability to improve and overcome, on as I oathed that I will protect those worthy, and continue our ruling over the lands, nothing will impede or break humanity. As long as we have the capacity think and innovate nothing is going to topple us” her words are stern, as an unwavering opinion over the matter, something as unchangeable as time itself, never to be turned back or forward, … sees like you won’t be able to talk this idea out of her the way it was formulated felt like it’s been on her mind for as long as she can think, is it possible that this ideology has been why her ways were so drastic? Preserving sapience over body, what an interesting insight on her Artoria hand reaches to the side putting the tips of her finger on the white walls as they graze along, looking at it her hand when she does so, the walk silent for a moment before she brings her gauntlet in front of her, watching the finger tips wanting to see if something caught onto them “, …” the walking stops, Artoria looking over her shoulder as her face is obscured by her hair, the crown atop her head glowing divinely when she slowly turns

1:56 PM

“My name is Artoria Pendragon, Goddess of Rhongomyniad, the ruler of Cameloth and king of knights-“ raising her hand forward from her elbow, manifesting the mighty lance which she used in so many instances, the yellow aura around it forms the silvered weapon, like the sharpest sting the lance is formed right before Lilith’s eyes “-protector and defender of humans. Te who’ll save them from the cursed calamity that lies ahead by vow. I alone if necessary will fight for a common cause as you yet not under you. I believe you call people such as myselfs, … lancers” she speaks from her servant knowledge that was bestowed upon summoning, rotating her wrist to put the tip into the ground and rest the lance straight “, … is that a proper introduction for your standards?, … Now then, we shall proceed onwards, long has it been since I last sensed reality. And so I wish to take advantage of my home coming, whichever our destination for now shall be.” as soon as the pause ends after the question, the divine presence fades slowly, the hue outing just as well when resuming her aimless walk in the corridors of Chaldean “, … if only the knights would have been here, … if only, … I must resummon them” barely audible she talks talking to herself as she plans her next set of moves

1:57 PM

@Soth perception check if you want to hear unless your passive perception is 13 already

((busy as hell, but should be able to respond tommorow or later in the day

Lilith makes a Perception check!

1d20 (15) + 2 = 17

Lilith of course was not against her servant giving her ideals, as she wanted one thing with her so called servants and that was a mutually beneficial agreement. She doesn't wish to order them to do stuff that they do not wish to do, even if in ooc she's a power hungry lizard girl. So she listened and listened intently, and lartoria was in fact correct. Humans were not evolving because of the fact that they invented machines, swords, armor, hell even guns in hopes to even the odds. To the point where many people consider them at the top of the food chain. "I mean, as of recent no one died to a tiger attack because there is no world but here. But you are correct, however I will still do some research on my projects. It could possibly save someone." Lilith responded as though she exactly didn't know how to make a counter argument, not because she agreed with lartoria. But rather, it was as though she wasn't using her own knowledge. And it was rather obvious, because Lilith was only continuing the research her family had conducted. She didn't know why they did it, just needed to do it. Nevertheless, Lilith continued to follow the king that was in front of her wondering what she was gonna say next and with that, the servant introduced herself. Protector of humans, king of knights, ruler, so many titles. Yet so much value under those names. And all of them together combined with the stature of the woman, all Lilith felt was to just kneel. "Ye- yes, yes it is. Uh, I feel maybe that the best situation would be to try to learn of your tool kit in the battle simulator. I'm not the best fighter sadly, however I will try my best!" Lilith after this seemed cheerful again, not longer having the fear in her gut before remembering what had happened to her the last time she fought. She got one shot, hopefully this time she eill last more then 2 seconds...

12:40 PM

However luckily, Lilith wasn't as blind as she usually was as she listened to the words whispered from lartoria. Looks like Lilith had a new target, though she needs to learn of these knights names.....

a challenge she says, what an interesting thing, if not ballsy coming from the fragile women, LArtoria walks in front perpetually, her gaze is casted over her shoulder at the girl who so dared propose to raise arms against the king himself. Her emerald eye started back as Lilith is able to only see the profile of the blonde woman ahead her face turns to look at the path in front of them as she leads the way to the place “Very well if your wish is to fall to the Rhongomyniad’s might. I shall abide by your want and show you the power of the holy lance and that of the king. So you never ask such a foolish question again. Death is the name of the messenger who will cast your fate and plunge it into darkness. I will be swift, so do try to get as much as you can. I do not advise hesitating, it might have, … dire consequences if so” her tone unmoving as she literally said she’ll kill her mercilessly and without a second extra thought about it, … this walk became a march, … one to death. The hallway seems to start extending, feeling the pressure Lilith is under. The air gets the kore asphyxiating with every step. Before she ever even notices finding herself in front of a door, when have they arrive. OH NO, THEY ARRIVED!

7:38 PM

#〚🏡｜virtual-battle-space-2

Having recovered from her encounter with ~~the chicken~~ Vidofnir and waiting for the right chance to return the favor, Hime was currently wandering the halls, having spent the day on her usual activities and connections up to then. Stopping as she noticed a new face pass her by, a swordsman in a familiar style of clothes, she called out to him. "Hello, Kenshi-san. If I may ask, would you be a newly summoned Servant to this place?"

And so, the retainer of the Tokugawa wandered outside of the limits of his Lord's workshop to look forward and see what had Chaldea to offer. With the knowledge that the Throne often gives to Servants before being summoned into the modern age, he had a feeling that Chaldea wasn't anything like his home back at the Edo Japan. So his surprise was remarkable when he noticed another fellow Servant with a familiar look calling for him. Naturally, it would only be proper to answer her question.

3:37 PM

You are correct, I am a Saber that has decided to answer the call of my Master. Greetings to you, may I ask for your name?" He said to the fair maiden while bowing, yet... Something felt odd for him. But he couldn't put it into words, so discretion was best for now.

Nodding politely to him in return, she approached closer with a calm smile. As she neared, the odd sense might increase for Yagyu depending on how sharp his eyes were, as something about the Servant may seem...inhuman? "I am Tamamo-no-Hime, a Saber as well. Whatever time you come from, I am sure you find that name familiar, yet I may not be the one that it brings to mind for you. Be assured that I am her as well, however. May I ask your name in turn, Saber?"

Munenori had a calm expression at all times, as if his guard was down. In reality, it was up in this instant, for he knew this Servant definitely was not normal. Whenever to trust them or not, it would be decided in the following words spoken. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Hime-san. I am Yagyuu Munenori, but any name will suffice, it makes no difference for me. You certainly remind me of a certain legend spoken since centuries ago... If you speak truthfully, then it is a surprise to meet you in person in this second life.

"A pleasure shared, Munenori-san, then. I do speak truthfully, all Servants here are my allies at the least. If we are understanding each other, there is more to that certain legend than you likely know. I will leave it at that for now, yet I expect we may be working together soon enough. If I may ask, what impressions has this place made on you so far?"

I admit I haven't had a chance to admite it at a full extent, in fact that was what I was setting out to do. But it seems like a worthy place for heroes to gather in mankind's defense. It has the space, the equipment, the capabilities, it is a wonder to come back and be at awe of this place of progress.

@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae

"That is so, it is a marvel of human capability and progress. All made for the purpose of protecting and insuring the integrity of human history and its survival... A place where heroes and legends gather alongside the latest advancements of humanity, it is truly something to inspire wonder and awe indeed, along with satisfaction in the display of progress, perhaps."

Indeed, in fact, I was going to watch the technological progress by myself. Excuse me if this might sound hasty to say, but may I ask you something?

You may, what is on your mind?

You see, as I wrote reports to earn this 'currency', I realized that surely there was a way to spend it as you surely must know already. Thus, I ask of you, is there any Servant or Master that may be willing to exchange it for smithing-related services? I desire to commission a piece that should help me in our quest, given my specifications.

So you wish to have a weapon suited for you made, then? I believe all those you would commission are currently at work having been sent to the current Singularity we are working to resolve and undo, but I can show you to the place you might contact them, if you would have your weapon before joining them yourself.

Please, show me the way, if you will.

And so the Sabers went on to the rayshift room, where Yagyu would be put in touch with a certain Master...

Pacing the halls, just a queen taking a stroll, Sheba passed by the summoning room in time to notice another Servant exit, seemingly quite embarrassed or flustered. Stopping, she called out to the lady with a calm smile. "Hello! Is everything okay, miss? I don't mean to intrude, but I may be able to help."

(@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu)

Pacing the halls, just a queen taking a stroll, Sheba passed by the summoning room in time to notice another Servant exit, seemingly quite embarrassed or flustered. Stopping, she called out to the lady with a calm smile. "Hello! Is everything okay, miss? I don't mean to intrude, but I may be able to help."

@Queen of Sheba (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump Lowkey gay noises- I mean, Castoria looked upon the queen. Her blush only growing moreso as she politely waved. "Thank you madame, but I'm just...I got called cute and adorable by my summoner, so i'm a bit blushy...Hehe~"

Lowkey gay noises- I mean, Castoria looked upon the queen. Her blush only growing moreso as she politely waved. "Thank you madame, but I'm just...I got called cute and adorable by my summoner, so i'm a bit blushy...Hehe~"

@Artoria Avalon (@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu) - jump "I see." Oh dear, this one is certainly adorable... "That's quite the sweet greeting, isn't it? But I can see how it might throw you off. Your summoner should be right behind you, however..." Looking towards the door, Sheba moved over to the side of the hall for others to pass, but waited by the Servant, even while giving the blushy girl some space.

"I see." Oh dear, this one is certainly adorable... "That's quite the sweet greeting, isn't it? But I can see how it might throw you off. Your summoner should be right behind you, however..." Looking towards the door, Sheba moved over to the side of the hall for others to pass, but waited by the Servant, even while giving the blushy girl some space.

@Queen of Sheba (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump "Is it a sweet greeting, i've just never heard such a thing being said to me...My name is Artoria, madam. May I ask who you are?" Castoria got closer to Sheba, her master not showing up..

"Call me Sheba, the name of the place I was Queen over long ago. A pleasure to meet you, Artoria. I've heard that name before, are you related to the King who shares it?" Sheba studied her curiously, already comparing her to what she had heard and seen about the other Artoria.

@Queen of Sheba (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump Artoria went pink as she noticed Sheba studying her. Upon her knowing Sheba was a queen, Castoria promptly curtsied and smiled. "I'm not aware of any king with my name, my queen of Britain was Morgan le fay with her child, Baobhan Sith."

Artoria went pink as she noticed Sheba studying her. Upon her knowing Sheba was a queen, Castoria promptly curtsied and smiled. "I'm not aware of any king with my name, my queen of Britain was Morgan le fay with her child, Baobhan Sith."

@Artoria Avalon (@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu) - jump "Hm, I see, so it's like that... It's said the ruler of Britain was chosen by claiming the Sword of Selection. Did this queen Morgan hold it?"

"Hm, I see, so it's like that... It's said the ruler of Britain was chosen by claiming the Sword of Selection. Did this queen Morgan hold it?"

@Queen of Sheba (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump "W-well no..." Castoria stated, getting close to Sheba as she spoke. "I have the staff of selection! See? I had it as I came to Britain as a little baby!" She used her showing off the staff as an excuse to get close as she summomed the staff.

"W-well no..." Castoria stated, getting close to Sheba as she spoke. "I have the staff of selection! See? I had it as I came to Britain as a little baby!" She used her showing off the staff as an excuse to get close as she summomed the staff.

@Artoria Avalon (@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu) - jump "Mm..." Now Sheba was the one getting flustered, as Castoria noticeably moved in suddenly. "I-I see, you're quite enthusiastic- Wait, so you mean... From simple curiosity, how did Morgan become Queen if you have the Staff?" Starting to lightly blush herself as the Caster neared to a surprising degree, a faint pink against her dark skin, Sheba coughed lightly. "Ah, erm, are you interested in something I have? You're getting rather close..."

"Mm..." Now Sheba was the one getting flustered, as Castoria noticeably moved in suddenly. "I-I see, you're quite enthusiastic- Wait, so you mean... From simple curiosity, how did Morgan become Queen if you have the Staff?" Starting to lightly blush herself as the Caster neared to a surprising degree, a faint pink against her dark skin, Sheba coughed lightly. "Ah, erm, are you interested in something I have? You're getting rather close..."

@Queen of Sheba (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump "Ah! No, apologies! Sorry..." Castoria stepped back slightly, bowing her head in apology as she sighed. "Morgan has been queen for longer than i've been around...It's truly a mystery to me." Morgan had apparently been around for thousands of years, Far beyond Castoria's life. "I'm sorry..."

"Ah! No, apologies! Sorry..." Castoria stepped back slightly, bowing her head in apology as she sighed. "Morgan has been queen for longer than i've been around...It's truly a mystery to me." Morgan had apparently been around for thousands of years, Far beyond Castoria's life. "I'm sorry..."

@Artoria Avalon (@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu) - jump Interesting... But that seems to be another world, so to speak." *Nodding, Sheba gave her a friendly smile, already fond of the woman along with her mysteries. Of course, clairvoyance may yet give her the answers, but for now... "That aside, welcome to Chaldea! I'd give you a tour, but I suppose I should leave that to your summoner. Even if they seem to be occupied with something..."

Interesting... But that seems to be another world, so to speak." *Nodding, Sheba gave her a friendly smile, already fond of the woman along with her mysteries. Of course, clairvoyance may yet give her the answers, but for now... "That aside, welcome to Chaldea! I'd give you a tour, but I suppose I should leave that to your summoner. Even if they seem to be occupied with something..."

@Queen of Sheba (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump "No, no! She'll be fine! I was wondering if you could give me a tour please!" Castoria asked, quickly waving her staff wildly in the air.

"No, no! She'll be fine! I was wondering if you could give me a tour please!" Castoria asked, quickly waving her staff wildly in the air.

@Artoria Avalon (@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu) - jump "Eager, aren't you? Quite flattering~" Turning with a smile, Sheba gave one last glance at the summoning room door, tempted to find out what might have really made this girl so eager to leave without her contractor, but simply walked on. "So, where would you like to be shown first? There's the cafeteria here, or the lounge..."

"Y-yes, quite eagar...Quite...Eager...." She rubbed the back of her head, before thinking...Which took the longest...? "Lounge sounds lovely! Come, Come!" When Sheba walked, Castoria followed side by side!

And so they went off, Sheba having gained a new admirer? Well, she did seem overwhelmed... (to #〚🏡｜lounge-area!)

Foot steps could be heard through the hallways of chaldea as the decently tall mixed-blood oni master, Nagato walked to the Virtual battlespace for more training. He was dressed in one of the artic Chaldean uniforms, not that he needed it since he had resistance to cold but this uniform looked cooler than the standard uniform. He had a longsword strapped to his back, and a Sword hilt on his waist. Those were his two weapons of choice. "Man, I should make my own clothes sometime... And learn how to cook. Phem's cooking was... Bad on tastebuds... It did make me a bit energetic afterward. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she used alchemy to make that pasta?" He was just rambling to himself about a friend of his at the moment, the pasta?

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

Heading down the hallway, a mere few minutes after her summoning emerged Ibaraki herself. Her eyes rested on the various bits of plain decoration and overall-- Perhaps somewhat jarring layout of Chaldea. Though it looked mighty impressive at first glance, the Oni had by this point came to the conclusion that any sort of raid or attempt to pillage it like she would have done in the past would be not only a failure, but also rather unimpressive in terms of the spoils she'd get from it. Admittedly this wasn't the purpose for which she had decided to undertake this little journey of her's, after all... There was a certain someone here that she'd want to see as soon as possible. Someone she missed quite dearly, she could feel their presence somewhere within this facility. Yet, just as Nagato passed her by-- The Oni suddenly stopped in her place. Sniffing around just a little, picking up the familiar fragrance off of him. Her bright eyes fixated upon the Magus before finally... "Oi..." She called out to the familiar smelling man, squinting just a little as she took a step forward, bit by bit getting closer to him before... Suddenly smiling widely once she got her confirmation. "Kehehe~ Have you no mind to pay to your own kind then? I suppose I'll give you some slack, the stench of humans has made it hard to discern your presence even for me."

@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel

He stopped hearing someone speak out to him. He turned his head around to look at the person that called out to him. To say he was shocked at how he had just walked pasted this short Yellow Oni without noticing her would be an understatement. Was he that in thought about Phem's food that he didn't notice her? Well, it made sense that she called out to him now, she was an Oni and a servant one at. "I was lost in thought and had completely missed you, you're an Oni if the pointy but cool horns are to go by." He looked down at Ibaraki, there was a height difference between them that was noticeable. He admits, her nose was pretty good being able to smell that he was a mixed-blood if he had that kind of nose power... He would be treated like a dog. Never mind, he no longer wanted a strong nose like her's. "I'm Nagato, a mixed-blood Oni Master Candidate. What should I call you?"

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

"Hmm... Mixed blood eh? Tch. Here I was going to ask you about information on current state of mount Ooe..." With that, the Oni leaned in even further in. Squinting just a little as she lingered a short distance from him. "This place is filled with humans so it's hard for me to tell just how much of an Oni you truly are, though judging by your appearance..." Ibaraki glanced at the master, carefully examining him up and down before continuing. "You're probably not even a quarter oni... That makes you more food than kin." The oni pointed out, tilting her head to the side. "My name is Ibaraki-douji, the leader of the oni clan on Mount Ooe." She finally came to answer his question, tilting her head to the side before quietly letting out a soft 'tsk'. "What do feel when you look at me, prey-stained?" She took a step forward once again, leaving little distance between herself and the man. "Do you feel afraid? Inspired? Do you feel your blood boil within-- Or do you feel fear?" She flashed her teeth, jagged and sharp. "Trembling before an Oni like a human?"

@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel

"Not even a Quarter Oni? Geez, what the hell? That sucks a blow to the pride! I get I lack the horns and all but damn. Guess I was a bad egg. Ah whatever, I still think I'm pretty strong." The pride he had as on Oni was brutally kicked by Ibaraki's words. He thought he would have been at least a Quarter Oni but that was just high hopes. Well at least this meant that the demon hunters would be less on his back if he didn't have much of it. He squinted his eyes upon hearing the name of the Oni in front of him. "Oh, you're Ibaraki-Douji, the leader of the Oni clan from Mount Ooe... Never heard of ya." That was a Lie and a half, he knew of Ibaraki-douji but he thought it would be funny to mess with the leader of the Onis from Mount Ooe. He looked at her as she tried to intimidate him, showing off her sharp and jagged teeth. If he was honest, being called food pissed him off. It reminded him of the time he got eaten by that damn demon god pillar. Maybe a long time ago he would have risen to that jab but now, it would take more than being called food to make him act on his anger. "Well, no shit my blood was boiling when you called me that. If you had been here when I won't up from my cryo-sleep I probably would have punched you regardless if you're a servant or a cooler Oni than me. Now, I'll just challenge you to a fight in the virtual battlespace to kick your ass and prove you wrong." Just because he's said he wouldn't act upon his anger doesn't mean he was just gonna let that comment slide. He would just do it in a way that was better for him. Plus this isn't his anger, it's his love for battles that he was acting upon. You don't have to actually fight him if you don't want to. @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

Baring her teeth, Ibaraki watched the mutt carefully. Staring at him with some amusement as he came to react more and more to her comments. Bit by bit falling for her taunts. She flashed a toothy smile at him, tilting her head to the side before finally speaking up. "Oh... You haven't? Too bad, I suppose that merely means I'll have to teach you why my name was feared by these you share most of your blood with. Though I'd much rather face off in a more realistic setting... I guess this 'simulation' will have to do." Ibaraki took a step back, tilting her head to the side. "I'm feeling a little rusty and weak from the summoning yet still. I haven't had the time to settle in but I can rough up a wannabe like you any day of the week... Honestly it's kind of pathetic." She glanced off to the side, her lips losing that smirk of hers. "If this is what you call an 'oni' these days-- That's just a spit in the face of what we actually are. Tsk. Lead the way."

3:40 PM

Letsa fight

He paused for a moment, how in the hell did she not realize he was lying about not knowing to mess with her? It was obvious! ~~he got an 11!~~ "Is this how people feel when they deal with me being dumb...?" He spoke to himself as he began making his way to the #〚🏡｜virtual-battle-space. "Don't worry, while its not real. It does a pretty damn good job making it feel real. I hope you can shake off that rust fast or else I'm gonna embarrass you." Sorry this response was crappy ah!

The oni followed him closely. Her eyes fixated on the fellow Oni as she headed for the Virtual Battle Space.

The prideful emperor left the virtual battle space. Enraged by her previous master's foolishness, severing her contract right then and there. She had no desire to serve a master who was downright suicidal in their logic and fought Nero for her "respect". She had little patience for people who didn't realise that she cared not for fights with no purpose, and didn't respect strength without intelligence.

@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel

He stretches his arms as he walked through the hallways of chaldea. He was soon gonna be deploying into the singularity. From what he head so far, it was a real piece of work to deal with at the moment. The damn thing took place in 2010 for crying out loud, he was 15 at the time! It would be a strange situation to know that there would be a version of him somewhere out there but thankfully his family made no plans to visit this place so there were no worries about running into a young Nagato. He heard the sounds of footsteps heading his head and looked at who it was. It was a short blonde woman in a... Red outfit but it wasn't as bad as Ishtar's in his opinion. She seemed mad so he was tempted to not say anything and let the blonde woman be on her way but... Where was the fun in that? "Hey, you seem pretty mad. Need to talk about it or something? When I'm mad I usually just do some training. Helps blow off steam good in my opinion but you do seem to be coming from the virtual battlespace so maybe that's a no-go."

@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu

"Apologies, Civitas. My foolish master is being suicidal and arrogant. I broke my contract and the last thing I need to see is that damn room." She sounded fed up, yet quite composed in her anger. She'd be able to make decisions just as she would without the anger. A sign of a true leader.

@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel

"Well... that's actually pretty common. The arrogant part, not the suicidal part. Although there haven't been that many arrogant people lately that I've run into." It was a strange thing in his opinion, not that many people that he had met now were arrogant. Maybe he just haven't run into them or something? "Well, anything you need to cool down? I got a bit of time to spare before I go into the Singularity so I can lend a hand or two. You should also find another master to contract with soon."

@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu

"I refuse to spar, at least for the time being. My master tried to fight me to gain my respect, even though I had made my stance clear that I have no respect for such a jester." Nero tilted her head up as she spoke with an almight tone, her voice echoing like she was in the colliseum. Her eyes full of fire and determination. "I lack a master, but who could I contract with? Most masters seem intent to throw their lives away, hmmm."

@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel

"Well you don't have to go spar or fight someone, it's just my preferred method to blow off steam. Hell, cooking and even eating can be used to blow off steam, given it takes your mind off what happened. Just think of something to do, crafting is another way I blow off steam when I don't feel like fighting... Which is rare." He paused, yeah finding a master wasn't suicidal would be hard but it depends on what Nero meant by that. "And what do you mean by that exactly? I think most Masters want to live and not die from what I've seen."

@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu

"Well you don't have to go spar or fight someone, it's just my preferred method to blow off steam. Hell, cooking and even eating can be used to blow off steam, given it takes your mind off what happened. Just think of something to do, crafting is another way I blow off steam when I don't feel like fighting... Which is rare." He paused, yeah finding a master wasn't suicidal would be hard but it depends on what Nero meant by that. "And what do you mean by that exactly? I think most Masters want to live and not die from what I've seen."

@Nagato (@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel) - jump "It's not explicit, its moreso like his actions will lead to his demise. It's blatantly obvious, but i'm not one for gossip with normal folk. Cooking, i've never tried it; usually I had people bring the most amazing foods rome had to offer straight to me!"

"It's not explicit, its moreso like his actions will lead to his demise. It's blatantly obvious, but i'm not one for gossip with normal folk. Cooking, i've never tried it; usually I had people bring the most amazing foods rome had to offer straight to me!"

@Nero Claudius (@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu) - jump "I wouldn't call myself normal but then again no one here is truly normal..." He wasn't wrong, to consider most of the people here in chaldea normal would be wrong. Then again that depended on your definition of Normal. "So you want to try cooking, alright! I helped Phem learn how to improve so maybe I can teach you how to cook! Of course, this isn't the proper place so to the kitchen!" He turned around and began walking towards the kitchen. "Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy cooking. It can be oddly fun at times!"

"I wouldn't call myself normal but then again no one here is truly normal..." He wasn't wrong, to consider most of the people here in chaldea normal would be wrong. Then again that depended on your definition of Normal. "So you want to try cooking, alright! I helped Phem learn how to improve so maybe I can teach you how to cook! Of course, this isn't the proper place so to the kitchen!" He turned around and began walking towards the kitchen. "Who knows, maybe you'll enjoy cooking. It can be oddly fun at times!"

@Nagato (@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel) - jump "Hmph, if you insist! Come, common master! We shall go do this cooking, I shall show you who is the greatest cook in Chaldea!"

seeing as he was talking about it earlier he’d answer “We have a bunch of music fanatics around Chaldean, so you’ll have both rivalry and audience I believe it. Chaldean is filled with exceptional people, so for your better or your worse interest, there’s a number of talented people here, we had a servant recently who broke their contract with their master, made a new one on a mission, then broke that one too, simply due to having a duo with the person that requested their aid. It’s an odd place but spontaneous, never ceases to amaze and amuse me, it’s excellent” he’d give a laugh at it as he walks the vampire leading them onwards* “And trust me, there’s nothing to look for, future will be harder and harder the more it goes on and on. Just now the forest was seeping out mana from those who were more magecraft oriented rather then physically apt, turned them upside down and most were not even able to step foot there without knowingly forgoing the ability to cast their spells”

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"Wow. That really is insane." He scratches his head, carrying his violin case in the other hand. "This will be much more interesting than hunting rogue mages, somehow. Never thought that would be a statement I say." He nods with a smile. "And it would be interesting to meet another music fanatic."

@[unintelligible sub noises] where do I ping them?

“Odd occupation to have, questionable even. I knew mage families where at odds with one another but this is just comical. I’d love to listen more about such adventures but I suggest you keep it low if you have a grudge” he says plainly with his accompanying chuckle “We need every ounce of fire power for the future, also what is insane about what I said, the mana seeping forest, or the crazy chaotic servant?”

@Papyrus20xx|A*5 did it for you

"Grudge? Nah. I was a freelancer before being frozen. It was purely work. And the forest. I'd probably do similar to the servant if I didn't like the people I keep contracting with." He shrugs. "But that's me. Most aren't like that, eh?"

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I legit opened my Ipad now

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“Servants mostly have no choice in who they are summoned by, Chaldean is a special place, rarely you seem to meet your typical magus here, it’s but three of them I heard about that act like you’d expect him to act. As for that, you aren’t a servant, it’s not as easy to decipher certain things without experience. Our fate is restless, but nevertheless I see it. Afterall assassins are required. I still have to say you don’t look the most physically apt person.” Vlad would comment as they serpentine thought the white hallways of the place

"Definitely not strong, no. But I can sneak very well. And once I get close, I blind them and raise any dead around the person I'm going after. Once I set the undead on my enemy, I counterspell or dispel any magic they try to cast. From there, I pretty much let my undead maul them, helping with the occasional blight spell. That's why I was offered work as an enforcer by the Clocktower. I turned down the offer though. I like being a freelancer." He thinks on what Vlad said for a moment. "What do you mean 'typical Magus?'"

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he sighs as he walks along the hallways “Maguses aren’t usually how they act in here. Especially in regards to their servants. You’ll have your faithful encounters with them the more time you spend here. After all this place in a questionable middle ground, we will have run ins with multiple groups, mainly the church and occasionally the clock tower you refused once, I of course am unable to speak to much in that manner.” he says as he would turn a corner and opening a sliding door as he enters “Await for me a minute I’ll return” Vlad would tell him as he walks in without waiting for his answer, he might seem friendly, but he still has his own way of interacting with masters

@Papyrus20xx|A*5 I’m running out of images!

"Still don't know what you mean, Vlad. I wasn't raised in this society." Paganini says. "Yeah, I expected that." He nods when Vlad asks for him to wait. "Sure thing." He sits against the wall opposite the door, taking out his violin and making sure it's tuned as he wants it.

why do you have so many images! @[unintelligible sub noises]

after a few minutes, of tuning ~~which shouldn’t take that long to tune a violin ahem~~ Vlad would come out of the room as he would speak immediately “Your room is rather far away from this, if not on the opposite side from here. As for common curtesy, the rest of what wasn’t in your pod should be placed in your designated dormitory. Probably your stuffed animal.” he’d say with a chuckle raising the corner of his moustache “But either which way leaving amusement to the side, I suggest starting unrusting your joints. I one am looking forward to your joinance on the field once I recover from my current state, but don’t forget if you rayshift in the singularity you will be unable to rayshift back inside if you come back to Chaldean, unless you expend a bunch of your mana to make the shifting happen, so make the choice wisely when entering the field” (rayshift in singu the first time - free, rayshift back in Chaldean from singu the first time - free, subsequent rayshift will cost you 1K gold for some OOC knowledge of how things work)

Luxury of having an FC with a lot of fanart @Papyrus20xx|A*5

"Heh, wasn't expecting a joke out of you, I have to admit." He says with an amused smile. "Well, walking will certainly help." He stands up after putting the violin in the case. "That's good to know, thank you. I'll likely join you on the battlefield in a few days. I want to get oriented with everything."

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Excuse me officer I was too busy playing league of legends

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I think we close to e nding yas?

yea

“Hahah! We are not in a mission. There’s no reason to be rigged aren’t you?!” he says with a laugh as he would cross his arm, a confident laughter of a man that radiates composure but who heard a joke so good he couldn’t help but give a hefty deep laugh at the endeavours, waving his hand in front of his face as he closes his eyes and shakes his head he continues “That’s great that’s great, but we are all united under a single flag if you understand what I’m trying to convey. There’s numerous Chaldean’s besides me. But I sure look forward to the day we work together”

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@Papyrus20xx|A*5 I’m back sorry

Paganini shrugs. "Glad I can make you laugh, Vlad. But yeah, I know. You're the only person here I know so far, so that's why I said what I said." He holds out a hand, offering a handshake. "Well, you've got something you want to get back to, and I've got to go find my room. Guess we can part here."

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“Very much so I agree. I can understand now the meaning of your sentence. Ultimately laughing is a joy I like to dabble in as much as possible. Make full use if this new life I was so gifted. Although a blessing and a curse how much it might be.” he says nodding his head, not shaking his hand “I suppose you do have a point, not like any of us had anything important. We might meet another time and enjoy small talk but until then I will return to my business and not take more of the time then it’s needed. Stretch your magic circuits a bit see if they work proper or whatever masters do to check if their magecraft is in place” Vlad would turn to his side as he walks away having left him with his arm extended to him, he was still royalty, every servant treats masters in their own unique was, it’s just so that he sees the relationship in between him and master as mere king and retainer. Regarded with respect but still seeing himself as the one above “Till we meet again Paganini, shall we join arms once and share delightful stories” he’d answer with a wave as he walks down the hall back in the cryo laboratory

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10:15 AM

If he wanna say something

10:15 AM

Also it pained me just as much not to shake his hand- but it’s in character-

Paganini shrugs when Vlad doesn't shake his hand. "I'm glad to have helped then. And yes, making sure I can still cast is a good idea. Have a great day, Vlad!" He starts walking towards his room once more, humming to himself.

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Well. It wasn’t exactly a throne room, nor even a banquet hall; but this spare dormitory would have to do. And, yes, they weren’t a banner of all her lands’ flags, but Saber had worked hard to procure the little row of alphabet-labelled coloured triangles. ‘NEW FEY KINGDOM' '1ST MEETING’ lined the roof, dangled rather daintily alongside a few streamers. Similarly, it was no buffet, but… ah, actually, when it came to Saber’s cooking, it really was like a banquet. Ridiculously huge portions, and with solid effort put into their presentation… even at a glance, it was obvious that she’d probably spent days on it. …still, it was far too much for just three attendees! Wearing her black formalwear instead of her full armour, Saber was constantly making little changes to the set-up – she still couldn’t be satisfied with it, even though she’d done everything she could! No doubt Morgan would be disappointed, even by the plush armchair she’d managed to… ahem, liberate, from the living quarters. Though, those were just excuses… what she was really nervous about, was meeting the other Fairy Knights again, alongside her King. Sure, they were steadfast allies, but under Chaldea’s employ… a lot would change. When it was a question of whether she’d obey Morgan, or Chaldea… Well, that could wait. There were bigger issues to tackle for now. “---Hrm. Is she more of a red wine, or a white wine person? There’s meat, so it’s got to be red wine, right? Or, maybe she’d rather a hard whiskey, given her heavy job…” The toughest of choices took the toughest of people.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria @Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu If you're interested, do drop in!

Walking through the long road like hallways of Chaldea. The graceful and yet terrifying Queen of the Fae was summoned back to Chaldea. Deciding to take a break from her job as a mystic code maker in Chaldea. The fairy queen would soon come across something quite peculiar which caught her attention. New Fae Kingdom, as said in the alphabet labelled colored triangles. Closing her eyes briefly, she recalled exactly who has set this up. It wasn't possible for a human from here to be aware of the fae kingdom she ran. After all, they were but mere livestock to be bred and used so to say. Deciding to check it out, the Berserker class servant decided to enter the place. As the Queen of the Fairies, their rightful ruler. It is her task to see what this is all about. Upon entering the spare dormitory, there she would see none other than Fairy Knight Gawain. Her footsteps would easily alert the knight to her coming presence and the familiar aura she gave is certainly one she will easy recognize. Her first guest, would be the one she likely dreaded not being prepared. "Gawain." Her monotone yet assertive tone of voice rang out throughout the room. She was dressed in human clothing, not unlike her usual clothing with a black veil over it.

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”Tequila… it should’ve been tequila.” Concluded Gawain, with a little sigh – she might be a lady of grace and dignity, but Morgan did have some strange tastes. “She always was such a – hrrk!” She’d heard the footsteps, certainly; and even felt the aura. But, honestly, she’d just gotten so used to it, that she didn’t even twitch… until she heard that voice. Snapping to attention, Gawain would instinctively step aside and salute the monarch with a fist upon her chest. “Your majesty! That is – your former majesty!” greeted the knight, seeming a little unsure of how the status quo might have changed; but still having her backbone of steel in spite of it. “I heard you were among Chaldea’s retinue. Truly, I’m surprised you’re not in charge already.” With that said, though, the Black (Hound) Knight would glance her company up and down, seeming rather bemused by her outfit. “Different. Do you have someone on your mind?” asked Gawain bluntly, though she moved on – she had little interest in trying to get an answer out of Morgan. Eye-to-eye like this, she was sure she could take her on… but, Gawain was a knight. Fighting with friends didn’t solve anything. Just like before, they simply each had their own areas of expertise. “Well, that’s not important. Chaldea might demand my service, but I won’t ignore your leadership, your majesty. You sacrificed the most of all of us…” Pausing there, Gawain lingered on painful thoughts; before looking up and hastily moving on. “Ahem! So, I heard you were present, and perhaps the others among your titled knights, too! So… I thought it’d be nice…!” Pointing at the childish banner, Gawain seemed like she was excited, but her cheer diminished a little in the face of Morgan’s seriousness. “It’s bittersweet. ‘This Chaldea’ is not ‘that Chaldea’. But… I prefer not to have the world on our shoulders alone, either.”

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"It is as you have said, I am not the one in charge of Chaldea here. Rather, that title and the one who holds authority here is the magus they called, Director Olga Marie Animusphere. A female human magus. Regardless, I hold sway over my master despite such limitations of being a servant for humanity." Morgan likewise stared at the heterochromia eyes of her Fairy Knight. Her blue eyes staring deep through her eyes and as if directly at her spirit origin. It was almost as if she read her from the inner depths of her soul. "Unfortunately, I have yet to be aware of the presence of other fairy knights other than yourself. Neither Fairy Knight Lancelot or Fairy Knight Tristan has made their debut here. And indeed, this Chaldea is not the Chaldea we are familiar with. That novelty makes this one rather interesting, rather than one master. It has plenty, and a wide array of servants of various classes." Right in front of Gawain herself, Morgan would gently tap Rhongomyniad once into the floor. And almost instantly her clothing changed in a split second. Changing into one Gawain is most familiar with. Her royal attire. "Now then, Gawain. Move that chair away from the table." A strange order came from her lips, why? Why remove that chair, and where would she sit?

5:18 AM

@Tulf

Gawain nodded along with Morgan’s point – she might not be the most insightful one of the knights, but she wasn’t a fool, either. “Right. I’ve met her already. Still – I’m surprised that you’ve accepted a Master…” The words spilled out of her mouth before she even realised it, and that piercing gaze from the icy queen made her regret it a little. But, she was a knight of her word! She’d stand by what she had to say, even if it meant losing her head. “Ahem. But, I wasn’t aware that was the case. While I had no doubt that you’d be here if they called for strong Servants; I assumed the other knights wouldn’t be far behind us.” In spite of regretting her earlier words, though, Gawain was clearly all too happy to let that subtle boast hang in the air instead… Still, service came first! Seeing Morgan change her look with such ease was no surprise, though her royal attire still inspired a certain mix of unease and awe. Given she had once betrayed the Queen, Gawain’s feelings were a little more complicated now, but… she had at least understood her intentions, regardless. She would step back once more, ready for orders – But when that order came, Gawain would look a teeeeny bit flummoxed. Still, she’d do as she was told, and shift the armchair away. It was a hefty chair, but for the oversized hound… well, she probably could have used one hand if she wanted to. All the same, her emotions leaked through her attempt at a knightly guise as usual – she’d worked hard to snatch that chair away for this! M-Maybe she’d already disappointed Morgan… she really didn’t want to fight with her, honest! It was just… “Sire, may I know where you’re sitting, so I can pour your drink?” suggested the lady gently, carefully choosing her words – even she knew a frank question here would be dangerous! So, just this once, the roundabout way…

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

Gawain's betrayal was very much fresh on her might. Even calling herself a fairy knight still in front of the Winter Queen herself can be considered a very major insult. After all, traitor still calling herself a member of those she betrayed is the height of hubris. And ego. However, she cannot let the past cloud her present, and by extent. Future. Walking towards the spot where Gawain has easily removed the armchair away. A throne would manifest from behind her, another familiar sight of where Morgan le Fae is always scene back at Fairy Britain. Taking her seat calmly at the throne, she would place her right leg atop her left and rest one of her palm on her knee. Beauty, authority, grace and dignity is what one may describe the sheer aura she gives. There was no substitute for her, no replacement available. Not even Aura or any leader of the fairy clans. "My drink shall be a very refined glass of red wine alongside a high quality steak as my meal. Afterwards, make your seat over there my knight. We shall talk about a variety of topic. I can see in your eyes you have questions. I shall answer them." Her calm voice echoed throughout the room with a clear tone. Leaning back into her throne, her blue eyes remained fixed on Gawain.

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Admittedly, the show of power wasn’t entirely surprising… but, internally Gawain was a little disappointed. She’d hoped maybe Chaldea had calmed the Queen’s ego, even if it was just a tiny bit. But… well, some things never changed, did they? No doubt Tristan would have been chomping at the bit to see this again. And, besides, on the plus side – the armchair was hers! B-But, orders first. Even if they’d once clashed, Gawain had never claimed any severe disrespect for Morgan. She’d stand by as the Queen made her request, and obediently pour her the wine – the meagre selection of wines that Chaldea’s haughtier magus demanded wouldn’t compare to the Fey Kingdom’s creations, but it’d also be quite the exotic flavour. The wannabe knight poured with diligence, but not elegance – her stance was stiff, and she was clearly having to concentrate far too hard to pull it off. Still, it was probably better than hoping some random Master listened to her demands and knew enough about wine not to touch the glass’s rim. Gawain even remembered to clean the rim of the glass with a napkin when she was done! Steak, on the other hand, was much more within her field of expertise. Morgan was probably used to her chef’s artistic creations, but she was probably aware that Gawain was considered a great cook… just, in her own particular way. And that way was – “Scotch fillet, the best cut. I hope you don’t mind medium rare, sire.” Big. Huge. It wasn’t just a slice of steak, grilled to perfection; it was the whole damn cow! It was a loaf of grilled meat. To her credit, Gawain had cut two slices off, and it did smell delicious; with a little seasoning of rosemary, sea salt and pepper. But… it was more of a homely meal than something befitting a lithe Queen. Admittedly, it was a greater wonder than Gawain had found such meat in Chaldea to begin with… had she done something terrible to some Rider’s mount…? Should someone check on Yorimitsu?!

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Still, even though she didn’t smile, Gawain just about sparkled with pride over her work – she hadn’t gotten to cook for Morgan before! She’d quietly take her seat, waiting expectantly for Morgan to somehow clear that plate. No, that platter. Even though she was in the plush armchair, Gawain would sit with her back straight and chest puffed out, trying her best to show her manners. She had been a duchess, after all; even if she’d been bad at it! “I suppose the first order of business… about my background. I stand by my pledge to the people of our Lostbelt – Chaldea was the best option in my view to find sanctuary for our people; fairy and human alike. Even if I didn’t understand the entire situation… I don’t believe anyone did. The traitors, and the cursed fey, and Chaldea too – I still stand by my choices, in any case. Even if they ended in ruin… a knight can’t just turn away from people in need.” While she’d started stern, Gawain’s stoic demeanour crumbled once again; before both Morgan’s icy stare and her own sense of self-pity. She wasn’t sure how much Morgan knew of how things had gone after her death in the Lostbelt… a part of Gawain had just assumed she knew, out of awe of the Queen, but if she didn’t – perhaps it was for the best that the Black Hound’s end was left unsaid. No, realistically, she probably knew it was coming regardless… “…But that’s the past. We’re both just Servants now. I wish to carry on my title. If anything – I want to have learned from what happened, and truly live up to it.” She spoke her final words with her eyes closed – she didn’t even want to see the Queen’s expression in response to it. She just wanted it off her chest…

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

As expected, a throne is suitable for a queen as opposed to a common pilfered armchair. Regardless, some things indeed stay the same. The fact she is a Berserker class certainly does not help that fact. She can only repay kindness with domination, such was the nature of the Queen of the Fae. Still, the fact she was in human clothing earlier is a rather subtle change, that is if Gawain noticed. She was getting accustomed to human society so to say. As expected, no wine in the human world will ever compare to the one her kingdom made. Although, she will be a fair judge nonetheless and judge from human standards so to say. Indeed, Gawain could use more elegance, but this was acceptable. Albeit barely in her eyes. Her cold gaze remained on her like a heavy weight on her back, observing every nook and crany of her movements. "Medium rare? Very well, impress me Sir Gawain." Removing her right leg from her other one, grasping her fork and sharp knife. The Queen slowly and methodically took a piece of the large meat. Such a meal deserved to be tasted first to see if it is worth consuming all of it. Cutting off a small portion of 1 slice of steak. Morgan would put it inside of her mouth and slowly chewed. Her expression did not change much really, she was neither impressed or disappointed. Compared to Avalon le Fae (Castoria). She was rather direct with her critism. After all, she doesn't have her personal chef here. If Gawain shall volunteer for it, she shall need to improve further. "It is a decent snack. Although, I would prefer if the taste is improved upon. It is neither good or bad." She answered after swallowing and placing her cutlery aside. Taking her glass of red wine, Morgan brought it to her lips and took a sip. Listening to Gawain's statements. (edited)

7:50 AM

"So, you have made your decision then? Does your loyalty lie within Chaldea or does it lie with me? I have not forgotten your act of betrayal. As the law of the fairie britain, I must pass judgement. Although..." She placed the glass on the table. "That kingdom no longer exists. No doubt everything crumbled into dust after my passing. Therefore, I must establish a new kingdom with new laws and regulations."

Honestly, it was about as good a review as Gawain was expecting. No, rather – it was considerably better than expected! But, that was one of Morgan’s admirable qualities. She didn’t sugar-coat her words. “It’s something I’m improving on. I can’t spend much time in Chaldea training with my sword, so I’ve been working on my other strengths. It’s an important part of getting a husband.” Declared the knight with unerring confidence, once again just about sparkling with pride. Alas, the other thing about Morgan was she had no time for small talk, so serious matters took hold of the conversation immediately afterwards. However, Gawain had prepared for this question. “My loyalty lies with Chaldea’s ideals. If I’m a Servant, then I’ve been summoned to save this world – well, this time. And the same applies to you. Or so the administration assured me…” replied Gawain, steadfast; “However – I’ll be frank. The leadership here is weak. The Masters talk of war, but they’re too pitiful. It’s an army led by children. And many of the Servants refuse to take the reins, in spite of having centuries of experience. Even if it’s fuelled by the best of intentions, I cannot see it going far.”

9:31 AM

Folding her arms beneath her chest, the knight scowled through closed eyelids. “So – if I’m to claim to be true to my goal of a home for fairies and humans alike, I don’t think I can place my faith in Chaldea alone. But, I’m no perfect commander either. I’m a knight, but I’m just an old dog. I tried to be a leader in the Lostbelt – and I paid the price for such childish ideals.” Her scowl disappeared immediately with those words, clearly opening up a wound that had never healed. A downcast expression – was that a sparkle of tears, even? Well, she always was such a crybaby… “So, if you’re intending to be Queen again – I will be listening. I don’t fit in the Round Table, anyway. It’s got no room for butchers and traitors.” …Of course, Gawain just couldn’t leave it at that. “Maybe I’d like to see it someday, though…”

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

Morgan cannot help but briefly smile upon hearing Barghest mention getting a husband. She herself already has a husband, but perhaps not the husband Barghest would prefer. Regardless, that was not important mentioning right now. It was something personal to her former Fairy Knight. Well, she is rather interested to see who will contract with Gawain. Will that master perish or are they able to be protected by this powerful knight? "Is that so? Then in that case, I wish you good luck on such an endeavor." And so, onto business. Morgan calmly took a sip of her wine occasionally. Enjoying the delicious wine. While it is not to the quality she would prefer, it is acceptable to the point she would drink and enjoy it slightly. It was one of her favorite drinks as opposed to other alcohol. Every word Gawain said to Morgan was heard and noted. And after emptying her glass. She would calmly placed it down on the table and lean forward slightly. "Of course, I intend to be Queen. There is no other path for me. I shall establish a better, stronger kingdom. However, before that. I intend to watch humanity. Are try worth using my power to save? If not, then I shall let them perish and merely preserve my master."

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"If your loyalty is with Chaldea's ideals. Then so let it be. If you do not wish to join me, then it is up to you. However, your strength will make my kingdom more stable. The role of leadership never is suited for you, Fairy Knight Gawain."

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Unfortunately, while Gawain was attentive on the battlefield, she wasn’t nearly as good at keeping track of other people; much less the stoic Queen herself. She’d only respond when given the lady’s idle blessing, giving a polite nod in return. It was pretty clear that Gawain wasn’t sure how else to react… um, even if she’d gotten used to those below her flattering her, she wasn’t so used to hearing compliments from the Queen for anyone but Tristan. While Morgan dined with dignity and grace, Gawain wouldn’t raise a finger towards the buffet – this was an occasion for the royal, not her knight! Dogs ate seconds, not at the table. And, more pragmatically, business came before pleasure. “So you’re merely biding your time. It’s proper to begin your strategy by observing. But – I think you should reflect on your last attempt at ruling. Few souls get a second chance. We should use it properly.” Certainly, she dared to lecture the monarch, but their positions had changed. And, admittedly, Gawain had always spoken her mind, and then paid whatever price she had to afterwards. All the same, she bristled upon having her woes compounded by Morgan’s words – as if she’d always known what the fate of Manchester would be. Still, she bit her tongue… kind of. “For now, we’re bound to Chaldea in any case, until this mission is complete. Until then, your only subjects will be the administrative clerks and a handful of Masters. At the very least, I’ll support your plotting until we can catch a glimpse of this green world the Masters speak of. But – I’ll be standing by my original intentions, too. If you’re not brave enough to face this land’s Calamities this time, I’ll snap at your heels all over again. The strong protect the weak – if you’re not strong enough, I’ll rule you instead.”

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With her piece said – Gawain did not shut up. “Your figure is looking healthy. Your thighs are wider than I recall. Have you been working out? I can give you some tips, sire! You need to balance your exercises. Or, have you been sitting on that throne too long lately? There is a simulator for maintaining your training, you know ---”

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"Rule over me, you say...? I suppose some things have not changed." Morgan briefly glanced at Barghest with a raised eyebrow. That is simply, unacceptable. And this is why she is reliant mostly on her own power. To rely on other servants results in what Barghest threafens to do. She will be the one ruled over. Although, even if Barghest managed to do such a thing, she will never really last that long. Regardless, her loyalty was to Chaldea first, and of course her ideals by extent. Which means, she is no longer a Fairy Knight of hers. In short, she is a potential threat she must look out for. There was a heavy aura that starts to build around Morgan le Fay. The room itself felt like it was becoming, smaller. As if it were becoming a small cell that she was trapped in. Be it human or fae, she has a hatred for them. Throughout it all, Morgan's expression or even her posture has not changed at all. Her eyes was like as if several large meteors were dropped on her head all at once on her head on. This was her Thirsting Charisma at work. Intimidation. A rule built on fear and intimidation, backed by absolute power, not just political power but actual power. A brief taste and reminder of why she is feared... "Rest assured, Gawain. I have been reflecting on my past mistakes. I admit there were a signficant amounts I have made. Which is why I intend to build a new kingdom. One that shall avoid the mistakes of it's predecessor. Yes, it is not perfect, but it can and shall be improved upon." Taking her glass of wine once more, the Winter Queen calmly sipped her wine. Yes, this was not uncommon. Gawain always spoke her mind, and that is a rather useful trait in running a kingdom. Someone who brings one back to reality. A reality check as humans put it.

10:23 AM

"I have been rather focusing on improving on making quality mystic codes for Chaldea. After all, frontline combat is not my forte. Which is why I find arming Chaldea with powerful weaponry a suitable task for which I am suited for."

@Tulf

As expected, Gawain was unmoving – she could assume Morgan didn’t appreciate her comment, but she didn’t think about it any more deeply than that. Whether she reigned, or Morgan, or anyone else – it did not matter. So long as the one in charge had strength; of both power and morals; then that was enough. ‘Strength of character’, not just ‘strength of will’. That was how she had reforged her ideals… for what it was worth. Or so she insisted to herself, as that child swirled around her. Morgan’s icy gaze grew ever more severe as the brief silence between them wore on. While by most measures Gawain was a well-rounded Servant, she had little answer to mental interference. The Black Dog Knight’s posture stiffened, and she clenched her teeth. S-She wouldn’t twitch, or bow her head! The Queen was fit to rule, Gawain couldn’t argue that… but, but! But, this dog was still a knight, so she couldn’t just crumble! …had it been in combat or the like, the effects probably would have been even greater; even as Gawain tried to hide behind the Foul Weather she devoured long ago. However, there was a much worse repercussion for exercising blunt power like that upon Gawain. A trickle of drool rolled down from the edge of Barghest’s lip. Her teeth her bared – and her canines were unmistakable. She was hiding her expression under her the bangs of her hair, without much success. Such impeccable looks… the outfit that tempted, but bore itself with at least a hint of chastity and nobility. The crown that had inspired awe for so long. That peerless hair! A cold tone both when disciplining and approving! A-And, that strange cute touch with her bow, and – such strength! To look Barghest in the eye, look down upon her, and try and make her beg – ah, she wanted it, she wanted to sink her teeth in, she wanted to gorge on her charisma and dignity; rip her throat out and steal her last words away; feel her spine crunch between her teeth as she –

6:41 AM

Gawain was panting. She hastily caught herself; blushing from both embarrassment and shame. T-This was – t-tch. She hadn’t – she’d improved! She wasn’t like this. She just had to… get a grip. Hold on. She’d have a Master or something soon! She had a duty. She had a heart. She was a knight! Not some dog. Even if Morgan wouldn’t call her Gawain, she was still a knight. Mashu – she’d said so. And, her men, and – Her unease was no doubt blatantly obvious to Morgan, but Gawain still soldiered on once she regained her composure; as if nothing had happened. “Making gifts for Chaldea, hm…? That’s admirable work. A craft is something anyone can be proud of. You’ll earn more respect as a leader if you’re hands on. I’d like to see you handiwork sometime, sire.” …for some reason, the image of a cute bow came to her mind. Hm, or a spiked dog collar… what would Morgan’s style be, exactly? Something like Tristan’s? “It’s fine. I’ll handle the frontline, as always. It’s like you said – the role of leadership never fit me. But, there’s no Saber that’s bigger than me. Even Lancelot looked up to me!”

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

Several members of Chaldea had began to act strangely, as if they were in a trance before starting to break equipment and attacking other members of Chaldea.  Alarms would then begin to ring all over Chaldea.

@Support (edited)

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"Attention all members of Chaldea, we are under attack by our own staff. Cause is currently unknown. Main enemy force is in the hallway section 2. A large group of them seem to be headed towards the cryostasis lab. Requesting all available forces to deal with this."

First on the scene would be Despoina, sprinting out of one of the simulators with her spear in hand, skidding to a halt then planting both her feet and her spear into the ground.

10:42 AM

"Enough of this! If I have to beat some sense into you idiots, I will!"

[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu started a thread. 2022-08-20 10:42 AM

a Riot? On his Crew? Not on his Watch! The Pirate rushed to the scene, ready to throw hands and keep em from destroying any more shit..!

Scathach, Lucius, Ortlinde, Merlin! We have a situation in the hall! I request your assistance! (( @[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach @Sophie, Mary, Nito, Gorgon, Boud @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal ))

I am unfortunately unable to rayshift back to Chaldea, as I am in the singularity at the moment.

Responding to her Master's orders Lucius made his way to the hallway to provide assistance "What happened?"

Several members of Chaldea would now creep towards the group, moving like zombies.  A few others though would start to go into the nearby rooms.

"...That. Something's wrong with them, they're clearly not themselves."

"Attempt to use non lethal force. We need to find out what is wrong with them. We don't know if they are under the effects of some kind of mind control magecraft or something."

"Well whatever the case, I'm gonna start swingin'!"

Beatriz had rushed to the hallway as soon as she became aware of the current happenings- "Present-" "Do we have any plan of action yet?"

Emerging from Spirit form, the woman glared at the emerging enemies before them...

10:53 AM

"Hm... Peculiar yet worrying nonetheless."

"Thankfully they're not other masters, so my current plan is to simply overpower them with sheer might."

"Very well, Master. That much shall be easily done.

"I'll take the front!" Lucius dashed forwards and prepared to strike

She's cracked her knuckles, nodding. "Remain careful." "The facility still needs it's staff to function, Masters or not." "Not that I expected you to think of that."

"If they're Unionizing' we're really in trouble!"

Responding as well, Nagao is right behind her master, quickly taking in the situation. "Master, go secure the facility, we can hold here. Do we know their aims yet?"

"Of course I'm not going to kill them, just what do you take me for!?"

"..." She'd honestly join them if it was something like that. But- She gets the feeling that's not it. "Ah-" "Nagao, glad you're here."

10:59 AM

"Of course I'm not going to kill them, just what do you take me for!?" attachment

@Despoina Marpesia Nicolo (@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-) - jump "A brute."

"Actually don't answer that."

10:59 AM

"What did I just say?"

"You're both hot, stop fighting each other and focus on the enemy!"

"Now is no place for arguments. Prepare yourselves for battle. I will be watching you carefully so you better not slack off!"

She silently nods Priorities.

Lucius quickly struck the two down with a blow from his pommel in order to knock them out before turning his attention to the others down the hall "These two are down."

"Do take care not to kill them! They are more useful to me-- I mean us alive."

"Pshh, it's not the first time I had to resolve a Peaceful protest!"

Watching the shenanigans, Nagao sighs. "This many here is excessive. Saber, Rider! Help secure other rooms!"

"BB, I am detecting enemies going at several different locations. Attempt to lock them out as many different rooms as possible. I am detecting a large number going for the Cryostasis lab. I don't need to tell you how bad that will be if they get in."

"I will do my best admittedly someone cut the door controls..."

"Then we'll just have to block them..." Despite currently looking incredibly worse for wear, some tattooed runes seemed to glow on Despoina's skin, and she shot up to twice her height, hulking in size.

"...." "We're lucky the ceiling is ample." She really is a brute...

"I sure am glad I'm here."

Growling noises could be heard as the former members of Chaldea would start to move at them

". . ." She was... Judging her student. Plenty.

Lucius questioned everyone's phrasing

You literally taught me how to do this.

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Why am I being judged.

Because this is the most clumsy use of Runes she had seen in a while.

Growling noises could be heard from the nearby rooms.

You taught me this dAYS AGO.

Lucius quickly swatted three who attempted to dash past him into the wall in order to knock them down "Tsk they are just trying to shove past us."

You taught me this dAYS AGO.

@Despoina Marpesia Nicolo (@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-) - jump you're getting hurt and you made yourself a bigger target dumbass

"We won't be able to hold them all here. Would at least some of you reinforce elsewhere!?"

~~no i didnt, my ac hasn't even gone down~~

"ENOUGH, we are dealing with traitors and your saying this kind of stuff?"

"Relax Lady!" "We're still doin' our work, ain't we?"

11:23 AM

"Talk about uptight.."

"Uptight, they are destroying our facilities and attacking other members. HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSE TO BE UPTIGHT?"

"Stop fighting." "We need to push through them if we want to get to the bottom of this, there's no way around it." She looked to Nagao. "I am sure there's others taking care of the rest." "They should be more than capable."

11:25 AM

"For now, focus on the ones approaching." "We can worry about the rest later."

"Understood, Master." Nagao falls into a defensive stance, ready to intercept as many as possible...

"Smooth Sailin', go go, Saber!"

Saber continues to clear the way forwards "Someone secure the doors, we need to push forwards and prevent them from going any further in the facility!"

”Good work, Emperor!” Dee was still psyching herself up a bit. “The work shall be done!”

Beatriz had taken to taking cover behind Dee as best she could- Her only real weapon was, well. A gun. That wouldn't do in this situation.

Several of the doors would open up, revealing zombies inside of them coming out, performing a pincer maneuver on Chaldea team while a few would run past them.

"It looks like we're the ones getting targeted here-"

"Several enemies have entered the summoning room. Clear out this horde quickly before things go from bad to worse!"

"At this point 'from worse to terrible' is probably more accurate."

". . . ! Lucius, take care of Master. There is another problem I must attend to personally right now. I believe I might have figured out who is causing this mess."

" Tsk fine, someone get those ones which got past lancer!"

"I can't seeeeee!"

"Nagao, can you take care of that?" She asked It was less of an order and more of a question-

” Teacher! Dammit… Okay let’s go! Come on you whelps!”

Nodding, Nagao manifests twin daggers, whirling around to strike those behind her with carefully aimed but forceful strikes.

Beatriz nods, giving her a thumbs up. "Be careful with them." She's turned her eyes back forward- Got to keep going

The succubus showed up not to long after, watching this go on a bit. “Hmm how interesting~”

Beatriz has braced herself to jump up- Holding on tightly to Despoina's back

”What the-“ “Just what do you think you’re doing!? Watch where you’re putting that foot!”

"Keep quiet, you brute!" "I'm not too helpful dealing with them in a non-lethal way-" "I'm just making use of your enormous ass to do something for once!"

”I have heard of piggybacking on another’s success but this is just ridiculous!”

"Just be good for once and shut the fuck up!"

Nagao just shakes her head, yet can't help but smile as well "I suppose nobody could expect any of you to hesitate... You there, keep her safe! Seize the situation and leave the rest to me!"

"I apologize for my inability to help you, Nagao-" "Do your best." She nodded at her Servant

”THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE’VE WORKED TOGETHER WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT-“

"I can barely keep up with my shenanigans, god damn you women!"

"Why did we come in here, again-"

”To make sure there weren’t more about to spring out at us.”

"..." "Ah, schrödinger's bedrooms, how could i forget." She rolled her eyes.

With that the combat died down in the hallways, the zombies had been cleared. "Good job but a few got away. Clear our each room. We will have other members deal with the other area's that are under attack."

"I believe one of us located the one behind this incident. Do you have any word of that?"

"They have infected more members and damage more equipment. We have that place almost fully locked down, they can't do much more damage. A team is already starting to handle them."

"Understood." She nodded, getting off of Dee's back*

They had both just returned- And immediately things were getting out of control "...Again, huh?" "Expected." She smirked "I suppose I have something better to test this against?"

"Yes, again. Was there a fresh outbreak, or did they just lose control- Regardless, it would be a good test indeed! ...If we know where to go first-"

As the two walked through the hallway, Nobunaga responded. "So the shogunate did open up to the world more, yet whoever led Japan then made the wrong choice of allies. To think a war could have the number of casualties you mentioned, however... Pondering this for a few moments, she turns back to Sango. "The Germans, Italy, the United States... You'll help me gather information on those people and countries, then? Ah, I won't put aside the reasons I was summoned of course. A bit of a bother to be the one directed, but it can't be helped..." (edited)

As the two walked through the hallway, Nobunaga responded. "So the shogunate did open up to the world more, yet whoever led Japan then made the wrong choice of allies. To think a war could have the number of casualties you mentioned, however... Pondering this for a few moments, she turns back to Sango. "The Germans, Italy, the United States... You'll help me gather information on those people and countries, then? Ah, I won't put aside the reasons I was summoned of course. A bit of a bother to be the one directed, but it can't be helped..."

@Maou Nobu - Base Form (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump He would nod but worried what she might need the information for. “Oh, right. Yeah I can help you. I did a lot of research when I left the texture I was in, I can tell you all the things I learned then we both can find new things about those countries.” He would continue to walk the halls with his lord, still concerned on what he might indirectly do however this was his lord since day one. “What would you like to know on them? Also my lord would you not like to explore the facilities to see what they have to offer you? The meals they have, people within it and the things they have produced like modern television.”

He would nod but worried what she might need the information for. “Oh, right. Yeah I can help you. I did a lot of research when I left the texture I was in, I can tell you all the things I learned then we both can find new things about those countries.” He would continue to walk the halls with his lord, still concerned on what he might indirectly do however this was his lord since day one. “What would you like to know on them? Also my lord would you not like to explore the facilities to see what they have to offer you? The meals they have, people within it and the things they have produced like modern television.”

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump "Good then. Even if I am merely a Servant now, I still have the drives and interests Oda Nobunaga did, and learning about the major forces that have come and gone since my time is one of them." Nobu turns to the Onmyouji, shrugging. "Ah, this is not exploring? Rather than walking aimlessly, I suppose I should find the more important facilities here, yes... But food and recreation first, you say?" She giggles softly. "Fine then, show me to either!"

"Good then. Even if I am merely a Servant now, I still have the drives and interests Oda Nobunaga did, and learning about the major forces that have come and gone since my time is one of them." Nobu turns to the Onmyouji, shrugging. "Ah, this is not exploring? Rather than walking aimlessly, I suppose I should find the more important facilities here, yes... But food and recreation first, you say?" She giggles softly. "Fine then, show me to either!"

@Maou Nobu - Base Form (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump "Well servant or not you are still the great unifier of japan, so there is no denying that my lord. Your drive is what solidify you in the stones of time." He would thinking on what the lord said. "I guess we technically are exploring. There are a few parts of this facility that can be accessed by everyone some however I think are only for staff." They would continue to stroll and he would think of what he should introduce her. "I would personally suggest we should try some of the meals. I know servants do not need to eat but I was told by my master that heroic spirits can still enjoy them."

"Well servant or not you are still the great unifier of japan, so there is no denying that my lord. Your drive is what solidify you in the stones of time." He would thinking on what the lord said. "I guess we technically are exploring. There are a few parts of this facility that can be accessed by everyone some however I think are only for staff." They would continue to stroll and he would think of what he should introduce her. "I would personally suggest we should try some of the meals. I know servants do not need to eat but I was told by my master that heroic spirits can still enjoy them."

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump "That is true, far as I know, the sense of taste is still there. So then, where is the dining room of this place? I am curious what kind of meals it offers, at least."

"That is true, far as I know, the sense of taste is still there. So then, where is the dining room of this place? I am curious what kind of meals it offers, at least."

@Maou Nobu - Base Form (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump "Of course my lord. I can lead you there... If I knew where it was. I am also new to the facility and only know a little but this little devices does show a map." *He would look at his little tablet chaldea gives to it's member and looked for the cafeteria. He would then lead her to the #〚🏡｜cafeteria-3 *

Quite the enigmatic master this one was, perhaps she had taken a random page as a sign that this book was speaking to her? Books were meant to give knowledge and entertain others, but they could indeed also serve as something of a partner for conversation. Invoking thoughts in others and responding with the author's own ideas and beliefs. Most of the time this was likely a one sided affair, but for a conceptualized servant born from fairy tales like this well.... It seemed subtle at first though perhaps the exorcist could tell something was at work, trying to influence her to turn to certain pages within the book to convey some sort of message. One of a person who had no true identity, and who could take solace in the fact that perhaps the reader too shared a desire to belong. They were all mad here after all. Though whether due to the strange magics within the book or perhaps Caren was something of an avid reader herself, it was getting near the end of the tale and the remaining pages simply an epilogue and some acknowledgements. Though one stood out in particular on the last page. "Thank you for reading me, my beautiful new friend!"

@Nommyuks

Enigmatic and eccentric described Caren Hortensia well. Despite her tendency to prod and tease, she was an earnest woman who took every matter new to her sternly. After all, ‘God is always watching’, and so even when it came to reading a storybook for the first time she digested the experience thoroughly. As someone who already found her calling, Caren could not relate to Alice at the moment, but indeed in the past, she was once unwanted by everyone and therefore had no true place in the world until her baptism. Instead, the priestess felt her role would be to guide the girl in the picture book rather than self-insert herself as them. Granted, she felt a bit sour over the idea that she was already old enough to become a mother figure to an actual child. Upon reaching that curious ending message, Caren’s smirk finally softened into a smile as she let out a sigh, hoping that these theatrics were finally over. “And thank you for the tale, whoever you are or choose to be.” Her eyes finally left the pages to look up and forward as if expecting the performer to finally reveal themselves. Instead, however, she found herself realizing that if she had kept her nose in the book then she would have accidentally walked into yet another odd sight in her path. What lay in her path was instead a curled-up ghostly white wolf of all things. Naturally, she froze in place as if hoping it hadn’t seen or sniffed her out yet. A magus’ familiar, perhaps? Even leaving their mongrels unattended… Is Chaldea a lawless place? If this book is my divine protection, then this must be the roaring lion or wolf prowling for me! Christian bestiaries like the Physiologus told that if a wolf sees a man first, the man loses his voice and must strip themselves and bang two rocks together to ward the wolf away. Obviously, Caren was not so uncouth and perverted to strip in a public area, yet she conveniently did possess a pair of rocks. Why?

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When they continued to persist in their question, he straightened up and said to them, “Let anyone among you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”

John 8:7. Perhaps that wool her rosary was wrapped in had other uses in mind than that~ Nevertheless, to defend herself and the mysterious book, she used the clothes wrapping to tie it around her shoulder to free her hands up. Reaching for the rocks, she wielded them and began to bang them together per instructions while fearlessly approaching the strange wolf and chanting a protective prayer. “Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me. Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in the mouth of friend and stranger. I bind unto myself the Name, The strong Name of the Trinity; By invocation of the same…”

@Devanya @Danni

@Danni @Nommyuks

This wasn't exactly the nature that Enkidu had in mind, but their time in Chaldea so far had been spent mostly loitering. After all, being master-less would do that to a servant who honestly didn't have much in the way of aspirations or specific goals. Tools rarely chose to do anything on their own, but had to be wielded...and without someone to wield them they would simply loiter in some toolbox. That was their fate right now, resting in the hallways of Chaldea... Being a creature who could literally spend days on end simply enjoying the sound of a river, they had no problems simply sleeping in the hallway. For some particular reason Enkidu had taken the form of a rather absurdly large white wolf. It was…not a form they had often taken in the past, but for some reason it felt…nostalgic? Though they weren’t sure why, it felt comfortable, serene and familiar. So a wolf they had been ever since they had been called to this place. Remaining as a beast who simply prowled around the hallways of Chaldea! They had been often mistaken for a familiar or the like, but so far few had actively approached them. They had been pet a couple of times though, by those who passed by. Currently though…they had been sleeping for the past day or two? They had lost track of time. There wasn’t much that they could do, after all without a master it was difficult to do much of anything…they’d most likely look a lot thinner than their usual form, even as a wolf. Despite being large, their pelt might look a bit shaggy, and a keen eye would probably see that perhaps they looked malnourished? It wasn’t until they would hear the footsteps of a young woman that they’d open their eyes. Looking over towards her for a couple of seconds at most, It would close those eyes and try to return back to sleep as it seemed like the silver haired woman was busy with something. Tying a book to their body, perhaps a magus? Or maybe it was some new trend. Then the clacking of rocks banging together st

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arted to echo through the hallway. The wolf would raise its head up and turn it fully towards the exorcist. It would continue to look on, for a few more seconds, observing her. As they began to ramble a bit, they would think to themselves, 'Perhaps it’s some new kind of greeting. Or maybe some kind of dance? Ah…so tired.' They would nod their head softly to the woman and then lower it back down, placing it down onto its own front legs to use them as a cushion.

It was hard to suppress a giggle or any kind of acknowledgement to their reader's kind words. Being read and enjoyed was perhaps the greatest reward a simple storybook like Caster could possibly receive, the gentle smile Caren presented was certainly far less foreboding than the demeanor the exorcist had given off before. It was almost motherly and comforting in its own way, though much like a siren there was still that feeling of danger ever present. This would be an interesting master indeed, perhaps the tales this stray servant contained would take a much more grim turn as time went on. Before Caster could continue her thoughts though, she felt her form be lifted up and slung onto her master's back, it was hard not to let out a small yelp of surprise at this action but she kept her (metaphorical) tongue in check the entire time. It was clear to see however what had caused the exorcist to stop, the big bad wolf seemed to have them in his trap! Nursery expected her master to run, or try to make herself look intimidating to scare off this terrifying man eater before them. But instead she--was banging rocks together like some mad witch? Even for a being made up of strange fables and stories this was somewhat odd, though perhaps this was another stipend of Caren's faith. However she doubted this would do any good, the monstrous starved wolf look more curious than scared. It was time to end this farce and defend her master! "Large eyes, the better to see master with? Large fangs--better to eat master with!?" The voice would call out as the book would slip out from Caren's makeshift satchel. Soon another person would stand beside the exorcist it was---her?

"Hmm rather emancipated I'd say, doubt it could even huff or puff to blow down a house of straw. Guess this big bad wolf isn't looking so big or so bad." The other Caren would say, that selfsame sadistic smirk form earlier present upon her face. Though with the addition of ears, that clanking of rocks certainly hurt a fair bit more, the other exorcist quickly closing her ears with those free hands. "Hmmph it's already starved in body, perhaps you're seeking to starve of thought too now master---"

@Nommyuks @Devanya

What a rude beast… Soured by the lack of interest in her, a part of Caren felt offended by the animal’s behavior after she went out of her way to embarrass herself with this kind of display. A pout puffed her cheeks as the rock-banging began to ease up despite her flaring up with vexation. However, she froze upon hearing that familiar voice before returning, ears perking up to sense where it was coming from. This speech was supposed to be the voice of an angel so the timely interruption made the mother wonder if it was yet another sign. After all, the banging of rocks was supposed to call upon the aid of the saints, but an angel was fine too! Before the other person materialized, Caren felt a tug at her satchel and then the lightening of her load, causing her to snap her neck back under the worry that a scoundrel robbed her. To her astonishment, the “thief” even stole her face and body. This theft made the pouting intensify as she was far more accustomed to willingly giving her body to a cause, so to have it ‘stolen’ somehow felt… invasive. Swallowing her shock, Caren’s brows furrowed into more of a sulk. “A pitiful bottom feeder that it is. Homeless and lost, stripped of its dignity.” Concurring with her other self, the priestess instead held no sadistic smirk as her sullen attitude finally let up to her usual stoicism. As for the sass from the look-a-like, Caren raised her chin as if to look down on even herself. “And so will you, too, starve if that’s the case, no? Skinwalker.” Retorted the Master tersely, an admonishing tone filling the air as if she was scolding a cheeky child. These burns on her hand, the manger, the transforming book, and now getting called “Master” made it now painfully lucid to Caren what was going on. Leaving her Servant at that and even physically, Caren pocketed the stones once more and trotted over to the wolf with nary a concern after sensing its lack of hostility or evil. The discolored pelt and unnatural thinness said

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enough to her. “It seems my wretched familiar, exhausting their mental energies yet still losing to me in a game, is feeling puckish and peckish.” Caren began while looking down at the wolf as if this animal could understand her. Despite her earlier words phrased as if she was pitying the beast, the gaze she cast upon it held neither warmth nor sympathy. Those dull golden eyes only affirmed and accepted the canine; they invited but also rejected it. Thus, those words were spoken not out of pity but as a provocation to stir any prideful energy in the beast: a sickly, frail human like her held no fear towards it. That this tool could not even serve its function. Rather than force her will on the creature, she extended her marked hand before its shut maw in offer. An offer to satiate the roaring of its belly, the sobbing of its muscles, and the groaning of its bones. The offer of nourishment. Nourishment of either her flesh or her hospitality if it so chooses to accompany her. Amusingly, if the voice of the angel belonged to herself, then her behavior was no different than one descending upon the beast to offer it salvation. A disposition that was not much different from a certain divine harlot or sacred prostitute. (edited)

@Devanya @Danni

The appearance of the look-alike of the Exorcist didn’t entirely surprise the beast. It could sense its nature and presence quite well. Though not as far reaching as usual, their ability to detect was still astute…if only for the range being rather limited. It didn’t pay too much attention to the doppelgänger, it barely batted an eye at it in fact. It seemed almost as if it was sleeping. None responsive and docile as one can be. Had it been a wild beast it would have forced what little energy it had to devour those in front of it, and if it didn’t have the energy to do so it would have been on death’s door. This beast was neither…yet it remained still. Enkidu would only perk up when they sensed the master begin to walk towards them. Their words stirred nothing more than the gaze of the wolf once again being upon them. As Caren moved towards them and offered her hand towards them, the wolf would look upon it and then at the master. Its head would tilt in confusion, as this situation was strangely nostalgic…they hadn’t expected this kind of situation. The intention was clear, they were offering a part of themselves, or perhaps themselves as a whole to the wolf. Their eyes conveyed neither of the emotions that one would expect. The jaw of the wolf parted, but it was only slightly so. Perhaps it attempted to speak? Though, the vocal cords that they possessed in this form couldn’t communicate with a human. The Wolf would move their head in under Caren’s hand and nudge at the silver haired woman’s palm. Slowly it would rise to a stand, moving to be on its four legs, a great and fearsome sight, if it wasn’t so malnourished. It would move next to Caren, remaining in its wolf like form…having formed a sense of curiosity regarding this woman. If she was willing to give herself over without hesitation or remorse as she seemed to do. Then The wolf would look to learn more about them. Nudging its head once more against the hand of the woman, It would sense the flow o

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f magical energy and with an almost serene soft glow from the beast as magical energy flowed…bonding their magical pathways together. A wordless contract would be formed, one of intention and of souls. Enkidu would offer themselves to be this silver-haired woman’s tool. Their weapon to use as they saw fit, was it a gesture of gratitude or was it an act of understanding and acceptance.

@Danni @Nommyuks

Nursery was surprised with how forward and stern her master was, even if she had come across as caring before she had quite a venomous tongue when needed. Her copy would step back a bit, looking upon the silver haired exorcist as if she was a child being scolded for stealing into the cookie jar. At this moment the bandaged and frail woman wore a far more intimidating presence than the gigantic wolf before them. Sensing the awkwardness of introducing herself in this form, the strange Caster would suddenly shrink and let her features change. Her clothing turned pitch black and the previously silvery hair took on a strong pink hue, her face and limbs would change to resemble that of a porcelain doll. This was not a form she felt too comfortable with considering it was that of her old master, though it was the only other one she could take if she were to appear human. "I-I'm sorry master, it was rude of us to play pretend with you before introducing ourselves--" She gulped, clearly her demeanor was shifted alongside her form, somewhat more timid though as her eyes lit up with curiosity over the creature and her master's offering. "Please don't eat her big bad wolf! Alice will heal you instead if you need," she offered though it seems that her master had this being complete attention. Then Nursery could detect it, another pathway was formed--this was a servant! Their magical presence was quite strong but still rather strange, it was not that of a human but something different altogether. Perhaps there was nothing to be worried about after all. After the silent contract was formed, Caren would feel a tug on her dress as the Caster looked up with a bright smile. "Heh, I think Mister Wolfie likes you master--though he still looks hungry enough to eat a Grandmother. Perhaps we could all enjoy some tea together?"

@Nommyuks @Devanya

Were the time and place different, then the priestess would give her Servant a more thorough nagging, but for now, she let it go with a mere apology. “So you will play pretend from now on, I see…” Picking out Caster’s particular wording, Caren frowned as she realized this naughty child was only remorseful in this instance. Thankfully, she did share a sense of connection with this trickster, so unless they were in spirit form or using presence concealment of some kind, then she’d know when they were playing doppelganger. Nevertheless, Caren was relieved to finally bear witness to her Servant’s true form, currently ignorant that there was another one hiding their true form still. “You are much cuter this way, anyhow, my child.” Returning her attention to the wolf once she felt its fur against her hand, a smirk took over her lips at its interesting response. Neither gnawing nor accepting her hand for a head pat… What a cheeky beast, fufu. When the wolf came for another nudge on her hand, Caren’s eyelids fell halfway, adding an impish touch to her smug look. Before it could pull away this time, she firmly sank the pressure of her palm on its head and began to stroke along its fur. The magical energy flowing into the beast synchronized with the rhythm of her caresses as if she was opening and closing the river replenishing it. Granted, once she saw the animal begin to radiate so resplendently, a sense of apprehension washed over her instead. Fixated, the sheltered priestess gazed at the beast as if expecting it to morph into a handsome prince. The idiosyncratic summoning of Caster surely kept Caren’s mind in a fantastical place. Her waiting got broken by the tug at her sleeve, causing Caren to whip her head back to look at the adorable servant requesting her attention. How frustratingly endearing. “…Indeed. Huff!” Upon mention of a break, Caren felt a wave of enervation hit her. To clean up after Chaldea, to run into a curious Servant and contract with it

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, and now to take in a giant wolf as a pet, the ridiculousness of today left her starving. “A tea party with a child and a wolf… I must be dreaming, trapped in some fairytale.” Rather than find dread or horror in the unbelievable turn of events, Caren leered over the two Servants with her usual ominous smirk. “Then let us be off to the cafeteria. I take it our new pet could eat a whole family, let alone a grandmother.” As she carried on Caster’s dark humor, Caren stared hard at the ‘baby’ of the family before assertively taking her hand to lead the party to their party.

( moving to #〚🏡｜cafeteria-3 ~ )

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@Devanya @Danni

It hadn't been too long ago since the Hero of Charity had been summoned back to Chaldea, though as usual he retained little if any memory of his prior time here. He only hoped his last incarnation had died honorably, but that mattered very little now. Though currently lacking a master, the white haired Lancer had still pledged his spear to Humanity's war and was willing to be thrown into the fray whenever needed but... "Hmm...." Karna gave out a bored hum as his fingers traced along the vending machine buttons. It appeared that his services were not currently needed, and now his greatest adversary was this strange drink contraption. He had tried and failed to order a few drinks with each one somehow getting stuck in the machine. A shame he had already spent all his money at this point and was now hoping ordering another might cause them all to go out. If this problem had fallen on Arjuna's lap, the whole machine might've emptied but alas. "You are quite the adversary--food dispensary of the future." He repeated to himself not about to resort to banging the thing just yet. His thoughts were halted however upon seeing a very familiar sight, someone from long before his time as a servant and a former comrade. "Ah, I see the son of Drona has also come forward to answer humanity's call. It's been--too long Ashwatthama." He said though his voice was it's usual melancholic monotone his eyes did betray a slight look of nostalgic shock.

( will likely have a Karna, Ash, and then Kama turn order if that's cool with you two ) @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Nommyuks

Indeed, it has been a long time. Ashwatthama stood by in Chaldea for the meantime, after ahem, a disastrous mission. He was pissed at himself before, but now he was even more. His place was in the frontlines, and how could he fulfill his purpose if he wasn't there? That just pissed him off even further. So... He went to get some cold beverages, and hopefully, refresh himself before heading into the simulator to train some more. Of course, then he heard those words. That voice, sincere in tone and with no pretentions. Of course he knew who it belonged to. "Well, well, if isn't Sunny Karna! You could've told me you were here before, you bastard!" He said, not so angry at least, a bit relieved to see a familiar place here "So, you came here too, huh? That's damn great, since we'll get to fight by the same side, just like in the old times. Speaking of which, have you seen Duryodhana around here?" He finally said, before looking... And realizing Karna's problem. Oh.

@Danni @Nommyuks Fine for me.

"W-welcome... to...to... walkure w-w-world...Welcome! My heart.......... feel your....guh... l-love..." Kama's head was spinning, her legs wobbling, and her steps crooking as she lumbered through the hallway like a zombie. Rather than chanting 'brains' ad nauseam, she was reciting lyrics. The demon king was returning from her first rehearsal lesson with her idoru Master. She was just thankful to have been given some mercy, and so was now heading back to her room to lock herself in there forever. Fortunately, despite her enervation, that damned brute that may as well be always TALKING IN CAPSLOCK was so obstreperous that Kama heard the two famous warriors having a... water cooler chat, basically? So, she was able to slink away around the corner to peep at them, hopefully unnoticed. Oh, yeah, that dumbass almost got himself kill--well, actually, when doesn't he... Kama didn't get to peek in on most of it from her starry plane thanks to her Master forcefully dragging her out of there for practice. But, she sure did enjoy seeing Ash getting his ass handed to him. Cathartic. She could only imagine how things must have went for his buddies if he got bullied down by some mooks, left vulnerable 'cause hot rod over there can't take a punch. But, he didn't seem any less angry than usual, so... Turning her attention to the irksomely sparkly sunny boy, Kama noticed the vending machine that looked nearly broken. No freakin' way. These two jackasses really can't handle a vending machine? God help them... Oh wait, that's me, ain't it? Hmm~ Of course, Kama wasn't going to actually help these two heroes, especially not one of Shiva's half-bastards. She wouldn't give a single shit for Shiva anymore, so why would she give Ash any more than a half-shit? So, obviously, she intended to get in their way! Readying her sugarcane bow, she fired an arrow straight at the vending machine to malfunction it so those jammed cans came bursting out, hopefully drenching th

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e two flames!

( J-just got home and then had to do somethin', sorry for the late! ) @Danni @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

"My deepest apologies old friend," Karna said shutting his eyes for a moment somewhat apologetic over the fact he could not have this reunion sooner, but also relieved to also see a familiar face. "I had heard talk of a servant here who was an avatar of raw destruction and rage, it's on me that I didn't put the pieces together sooner." He didn't mind the on the spot nickname at all, in fact perhaps people would be more likely to approach him if he titled himself as Sunny Karna from now on? "Like old times indeed," Karna repeated a soft smile upon his face, there was certainly an obvious contrast between these two close friends but hopefully their styles would complement one another on the battle. "Unfortunately not, to my knowledge we are the only two of the Kauravas summoned. Though I've heard no such talk about any Pandavas being summoned either so we are perhaps blessed in that regard." His attention turned back to his current adversary however, this strange food and drink dispenser that ate gold but gave nothing in return. "Perhaps you can help me with this foe, even Ghatotkacha failed to give me so much trouble." He noted though his eyes shot back open upon hearing an arrow being drawn a noise he was far too used to by now. He dodged slightly out of the way only trusting that Ashwa would have the same reaction. Though it seemed that neither of them were the target, of this particular attack. The strike hitting the vending machine in question and-- ". . ." Nothing at first, as the large mechanisms titled on its side before hitting the floor again. Drink after drink after bag of chips came tumbling out of the machine, was this all just bought by Karna in an attempt to get a simple energy drink out? Needless to say while some of the containers stayed intact, quite a few burst open caused the floor and their feet to be caught in sticky liquid and a mess of chips. "Well seems we've found it's weakness at least--" Karna said in his usual deadp

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an as he nonchalantly picked up his original drink and cracked it open.

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Nommyuks

"..." He looked at the mess that the arrow had created, product of the scantily dressed woman standing close to them. He would look at her with a confused expression. "Okay, first of all. Do you mind where you shoot your arrows? I've heard enough complains from Alochie to get more now."

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"Second of all, my drip got covered in drinks n' ships."

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"And finally, why do I feel this burning desire to drive my Chakram on your face at this instant?! I better hope you get an answer for the three in the next 10 seconds, and I'm feeling generous today!" Uh oh, now he got pissed. Usually he wouldn't mind it- okay, that was a lie, he would mind it either way. But he was getting more angry than usual.

@Danni @Nommyuks

"Drip? Puhlease!" Revealing herself plainly now, cheeky smirk in hand, Kama held no remorse for the prank she just did. Nay, she looked quite proud of it, even! A fitting entrance for a demon king. In converse relationship to the Archer's souring expression, hers sweetened. "You're out here with your huge, bouncy tits out--bet you bumped those weapons of massive destruction into that vending machine and broke it like you do with everything, huh!?" Male-presenting nipples even, damn't... What a freakin' show-off! Kama's impish grin quickly bittered as jealousy took over her. Of course this damn guy is blessed in that department too... a spotlight even on his 'divine growth'! Damn't, even while in this form of mine... Why are his so wide!? Too furious herself, it hadn't even dawn on her that these two likely couldn't even recognize her in this vessel. After all, they likely knew of her as a guy rather than a Japanese woman. "I have to literally get you drippin' for you to even have drip, so are you going to cover them up, slut!? Or, what are you going to do, vaporize me with your third eye again, hmm?" Walking up to the Archer, she pointed straight at the jewel lodged in his forehead to callback to her history with Shiva. While Karna was chilling and vibing, the 'scantily-cladded woman' indirectly revealed her identity. She'd normally be livid at the lack of attention from him, but right now all of her attention was on this gorilla before her, squaring up to him like they were two delinquents about to street fight!

@Danni @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

The white haired Lancer looked over the carnage before him for a minute then directly over to the strange servant that had interrupted their reunion. He could feel the rage radiating directly off Ashwa's body upon seeing this woman, though she was certainly someone Karna didn't recognize immediately. Though from the tone of her voice she seemed like a vindictive and troublesome sort, though right now it came off as very bad blood. "Ten seconds is rather generous from Archer here, I'd advice you take his offer." Karna explained simply expecting that this troublesome Assassin was about to become an even bigger mess than the one she just created if they continued to poke at Ashwatthama's buttons. He took a sip of the energy drink, not quite enjoying the flavor but it wasn't something he hated either. "Oh I see--" Now it made too much sense, this was Kama or something of an incarnation of him put into quite the unique vessel. The progeny of the Sun couldn't help but feel he somehow put two exciting agents together and this formula was about to explode in his near expressionless face. Was he going to intervene, no perhaps it was better to just let nature run its course here. "If this is your way of flirting with my friend here child of Vishnu, I can't say that your approach is entirely effective. Though I suppose they often say a covetous nature can be a loving one, or maybe I have that backwards---" He hated this communication thing...

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Nommyuks

"..." Ashwatthama was left perplexed. His rage rather was overwhelmed by a greater emotion: confusion. Sheer confusion. What? Me, a slut? Bouncy tits? What? What did that even mean? Should I take it as an insult??? For the first time, Ashwatthama felt like his guard was truly down. He could even bring himself to muster up a counterattack. His mind has effectively short-circuited, filled with a single question that left out. "... Excuse me?"

@Danni @Nommyuks

Amidst waiting for a comeback from the Archer, the Assassin couldn't ignore the fly on the wall once it began buzzing in her ear. "Oh no you didn't!!" Flipping her head and hair at Karna like a diva, the storm over her worsened into a thunderous fury as her face scrunched up into a disgusted scowl. "Shut. Up. It's nothing like that! Don't paint us like some school kids bullying each other as a sign of complicated affection!" Fuming, she stomped her foot, crossed her arms, and let out a guttural growl before turning back to Archer once he answered her. "Seriously? I have to spell it out for you? Fine, fine... I am a generous god of love, after all." Kama wanted to leave Ash in an existential crisis, but since he so politely asked she couldn't deny him~ Walking to Karna all of a sudden, she placed her hands onto the cleavage cut-out of his armor. Hands folded, she had one on each end of the cut-out as if measuring the diameter. "You see this? Pretty tame. Kinda small. A little exposure, but teases the goodies. Adequate, not bad at all." As for goodies, she pointed at how the black fabric just baaarely censored Lancer. Returning on over to the confused Archer, she now did the same thing to his pecs. Of course, in comparison, Kama had to extend her hands waaaay out. "Mmmn. Quite large, very impressive. Annoyingly so. Uncensored, too. A real free spirit, unleashed against the unreasonableness of the world..." Finished with her comparison, she kicked up one of the spilled cans of Strong Zero, popped it open and nonchalantly clinked with Karna's drink. "Sorry to break it to you, buddy. But every time you do the slightest movement, they jiggle. Turn your head? Boing. Stretch? Wobble. Flex? Don't even get me started!" Rather than be enamored by such unrestrained, innocent seduction, Kama looked like she was going to vomit her drink out at any moment. "Guess it doesn't surprise me that an incarnation of Shiva is too busy in his own head to notice how

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he breasted boobily down the hallway just now~"

@Danni @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

It seemed his observation had caused the Goddess of Love to somewhat morph into a barking animal given how she barked and growled. Perhaps it wasn't too hard to see why Shiva incinerated them way back when, but he knew by now that it was futile for him to say anything. His eyes darted downwards when he felt Kama's hand on his chest, though there was very little else in terms of reaction from him being treated as an example in Assassin's little lecture on decency. ". . ." Seems she did have a point, compared to most servants here Ashwa was pretty exposed and open to Kama's physical and mental attacks right on his chest. Seemed she also wanted to have a toast, to what the growing indecency in Chaldea? "I think what our Goddess here wants to say Ashwa is that perhaps you should wear a shirt. I suppose we should consider ourselves blessed to be given a lecture about presentation by the Kamadeva themselves." He shrugged looking a little exhausted over this situation. He was reminded a little of Draupadi which was certainly not a good memory for the Sun's incarnation.

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Nommyuks

"Okay, fine, you wanna play your games? Allow me to get it, 'cause I really don't. I don't really understand why, the God of Love, is coming to me to screech about public decency when that's the first time someone has brought the subject to me! Come on, Karna looks like he's wearing spandex and I'm the biggest offender here? You haven't seen some of the worst here! I refuse to be talked down by someone who decided the best way to give love to the world was by taking a feminine body!" Oh uh, after much verbal assault, Ashwatthama brought down a verbal counter-attack by himself, releasing some of his anger and confusion

@Danni @Nommyuks Apologies for taking a whole day to answer.

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Now that Ashwatthama brought it up... Kama turned back to Karna and then circled around him to get a closer look of that black garb he wore. Wow. It really is, like, skin tight, isn't it? A spiked choker... and a contrastingly golden crotch guard that immediately draws your eye. And pairing all of this with that cleavage cut-out? Damn. This guy is freaky, sheesh. What that spear pole do, though? "Okay, okay, I'm picking up what you're putting down..." Her eyes traveled from Karna's crotch guard and on over to Ashwatthama's. What a size difference. "Pfft, compensating much, big guy?" Scoffed the god, a cheeky cackle blurting out. "You're still half-naked though. And yeah, I am a god of love! That's why it pisses me off that you're, like, encroaching on my domain!" So it wasn't about public decency... it was about this damned Shiva bastard being so lewd without even trying! All this work she put in to be sexy and mature, and this guy is just casually walking around with his tits bare and free! "This is the kind of chad energy I hate from you guys! You don't even bat an eye over how obscene you two are! You're not even trying to be seductive like me! It's bad for my image!!" Grabbing the both of them by an arm, she tugged the two mansluts close together. "So! This calls for an emergency drip check! I gotta get you two in some more modern, casualwear so I don't lose my swagger as a god of lust!"

@Danni @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

Lancer didn't really fell any great discomfort from Kama checking him out like this, perhaps she was the pale warrior's opposite in a way and simply judged things based on the physical rather than character. It was certainly expected from someone with the evil Mara etched into their spirit so he wasn't about to judge her actions. Instead he simply stood as still as possible so the Goddess could get a good look in without having to move around so much, of course this body language only gave the impression of him being even more stoic and uncaring towards the Assassin's schemes. He didn't even ponder to think about Kama's curiosity about his so called spear pole. "Apologies Ashwa, these are simply the rags I wore during my lifetime which never seemed to come off." He said more than a little ashamed his fashion (or complete lack thereof) was being called out so brazenly. Honestly this was closer to how he dressed before he even met Duryodhana, though the rags were now blackened and contrasted with the brilliant (albeit rather interestingly designed) armor that coated his body. "Some say that there is beauty in playing down ones own strengths Great Kama, I doubt that many would be able to turn a blind eye even if you weren't trying to be seductive." He confessed honestly before feeling her arm around his, now quite concerned that he was about to be taken somewhere he didn't want to-- "Drip check?" A true shame, it seems his desire to ask his old friend for some combat training to celebrate their sudden reunion was about to be postponed. Though he could only hold pity for the Goddess of love knowing well enough neither of them were exactly well educated in the area of high fashion. If she really just wanted company she could've just asked though perhaps it was best he didn't bring that up.

@Nommyuks @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

"Ooooh, I see what you're doing, huh? Yeah, I get... I totally get it now." As a flare came into his head, like a lightbulb going on, he reassured himself and nodded.

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"You're just trying to do this 'projection' thing on me, aren't you?! Since you can't bear with yourself being half-naked, you take it out on others! Heh, but I have your type figured out, your tricks won't work on a Maharathi!" "Honestly, my drip is already good, thank you! What am I gonna do it with, anyway, get it drenched in the blood of my enemies?! Hell, that's why I go out like this in the first plsce, dumbass!"

@Nommyuks @Danni this is getting more cursed by the second.

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Is this guy a dumbass? Alas, Kama was unaware that Ashwatthama had a higher intelligence stat than her so what would that make her then? Regardless, the Maharathi was correct in his understanding, but that's basically what she was sort of saying so why'd he have to go ahead and make it even more grating!? Even Karna just had to go out of his way to (unintentionally) piss her off even further by just ignoring her sexually harassing him just earlier. Damn these two! "Are--Are you, like, trying to be nice to me, Karna?" Flabbergasted, Kama let out a hiss as she, unfortunately for the poor guy, took his considerate words entirely different. "Don't patronize me!" Rather than try to roast the child of the sun, she turned her attention back to the dumbass calling her a dumbass. "Yeah, you so need it to go on a battle against a freakin' vending machine! Whose blood are you getting drenched in at Chaldea when you're drenched in soda right now, dumbass!?" Now, the two were just shouting and trashing each other like a bunch of hot-headed children... "That's what I'm trying to say! Pick up some swag to wear outside of combat or the battlefield, gorilla! Why don't you show me your fashion tastes if you're such a playboy, huh!? Get your drip, walk up to a girl, and pick her up if you're such a hot stud, Mr. Bitchless!" (edited)

@Danni @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT Sorry for the late, been swamped with uni work and a sickness lately!

"Not at all, rather I'm trying to be completely honest with you Kama. Though perhaps you'd rather be relegated to the role of eye candy it's not my place to judge your decision all things considered." replied the stoic Child of the Sun. He had somewhat anticipated that his words would bring some unintentional offense, though it was somewhat surprising that she interpreted this as a simple show of pity. Though coming from the self proclaimed Charitable Hero of all people, he could somewhat understand why it came off that way. Perhaps it was better to just refrain from speaking up on her behalf anymore than he had to, especially seeing how Ashwa was finally starting to get it. "It was a rather fierce opponent in fairness; wasn't very cash money at all as I've heard some of the young masters around here say." He at least thought that was the right use of that term considering it took most of his money and still refused this great hero any refreshing beverages. He doubted that even his Brahmastra could not be employed here given the machine's resilience. "I think it would be for the best if we indulge our resident Goddess of Love here Ashwa, I don't think we can just shoo her away. Besides we should at least try to look presentable for our masters, perhaps she's right and our own fashion trends are severely out of date." While Karna seemed mostly on board there was one thing that caught his attention. "Ah so you wish to be carried then Kama, I'm sure Ashwa would love to assist with that won't you old friend?" A very rare sly smirk crept onto the white haired Kaurava's face.

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Nommyuks Kageteyebrows

Were it not for Karna's suggestion, Ashwatthama would've already exploded on a rage against Kama and broken loose. That was just the perfect idea and retaliation he had on mind. Truly devilish, Karna. "Oh? You want me to pick up a girl? Fine, since you're the God of Love, your advise surely must be the best of all! Now, here we go!" His face of wrath became a full on grin rather suddenly, as he went and... picked up Kama! "Alright, that's it! Let's goooo, why don't you show me where is this 'Drip' of yours now, huh? I'm dying to know, c'mon!"

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@Nommyuks @Danni

Is this guy deadass on god frfr? Kama was getting so fed up with this tomfoolery that she was pulling out questionable colloquialism from the information the Throne of Heroes fed her upon summoning. Karna's backhanded... compliments? were not going pass the god of love's head, glaring daggers at him as she felt these words were intentional offense. "I don't want to hear eye candy from Mr. Lollipop over here!" That whole body of his was like a pasty pale white stick on a lollipop! So damn thin! No cake whatsoever! Underestimating Karna, however, would be her downfall. No--underestimating the gall of both of these shiny, badass heroes. They will dare. The sillier something is, the more likely they'd try it! She hadn't learned even after her attempts at the Buddha... these legendary heroes and figures will always find a way to one-up her! "Huh? Pfft, nice shitty joke, buddy, but there's no way that gorilla Ashwatthama woul--" Kama, perhaps having gotten too used to assuming a feminine form, let out an utterly girly shriek upon getting caught off-guard and in Ashwatthama's arms. "--Kyaaaa!?" Mouth agape in shock, it took only a split second for her to realize what was going on. Her face flushed with scarlet. A burning, hot flame not of embarrassment, but of rage. "-YOOOOOUUUU!!!!" For but an ephemeral flash, tears welled in her eyes over this tag-team bullying before it burnt away along with the rest of her body in a sapphire flame.

Kama's whole silhouette faded into the flame completely. Once the fire subsided, however, an appearance perhaps more familiar to these two emerged out of it, still being cradled by Ashwa. "Sorry, but you are not weaseling your way out of this so easily, my fellow mansluts." A sly smirk now enrapturing Kama's lips, he showboated and took the precarious position in stride. An arm wrapped around Ashwatthama's neck as he looked up at him with the biggest shit-eating grin possible. "Unless you swing that way, Ashwatthama? Is that why you never got any bitches in your life~?" Astonishingly, Kama's original gender had more clothes on. He even was more tastefully fly than these two whores, somehow. Rather than have his whole cleavage out, he only gave a snack, a tease, a peek at his boobs. Even his sleeves were pulled up just halfway to show-off his firm forearms without overloading with too much masculinity right off the bat to make one wonder how toned his physique must be under that shirt. The loosen button at his neck flashing his gossamer vanilla skin, accentuating his defined collarbone and long neck. Contrasting against his black dress shirt, the bright skin guided the eyes up to his gaudy earrings and fashionable hair ribbon. To move outward after the seduction, one's eyes finally grasped that seductive smirk that oozed a majestical suave confidence. "Now this... This is drip."

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@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Danni NOW it's an Indian sausage party~

Seemed his old friend had taken that recommendation to heart, more than eager to pay things forward and give this manipulative Goddess a taste of her own medicine in a sense. Karna could only keep that soft smile on his face feeling like he somehow averted quite the catastrophe from having Ashwa from raging out, though being called Mr. Lollipop did cause the stoic Lancer to tilt his head a little in confusion. Based on the tone of Kama's voice and what exactly she responded to, was this to imply that he was supposed to be licked? A disturbing thought indeed... "Hmm, perhaps this is a rather terrible joke Kama. However it's certainly a rather enjoyable one in the moment." Karna stated plainly as he followed close behind, though he wasn't laughing one might be able to pick up the sense of satisfaction the progeny of Surya got from this situation. That smile faded however once Kama engulfed herself in the blue flames of Shiva, seems she was trying to escape punishment one way or the other. Lancer held some pity though not enough to help, her own karma had brought on the fate of this bridal carry after all. But then the flames finally receded from Kama's body revealing-- "That's---drip?" Karna was clearly confused but took careful mental notes regarding Kama's attire, the business casual feel permeated but for some reason didn't really seem to fit whatever this Kshatriya imagined something called drip to look like. "It's not exactly what I had in mind but I've seen this style of clothing in a few magazines before. Seems the middle aged working class of the modern day have mastered the art of drip far sooner than we ever could Ashwa..." Karna said some disappointment in his voice over his own shortcomings to catch onto the greatest fashion trends.

@Nommyuks @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

Devaputra-māra

Kama's whole silhouette faded into the flame completely. Once the fire subsided, however, an appearance perhaps more familiar to these two emerged out of it, still being cradled by Ashwa. "Sorry, but you are not weaseling your way out of this so easily, my fellow mansluts." A sly smirk now enrapturing Kama's lips, he showboated and took the precarious position in stride. An arm wrapped around Ashwatthama's neck as he looked up at him with the biggest shit-eating grin possible. "Unless you swing that way, Ashwatthama? Is that why you never got any bitches in your life~?" Astonishingly, Kama's original gender had more clothes on. He even was more tastefully fly than these two whores, somehow. Rather than have his whole cleavage out, he only gave a snack, a tease, a peek at his boobs. Even his sleeves were pulled up just halfway to show-off his firm forearms without overloading with too much masculinity right off the bat to make one wonder how toned his physique must be under that shirt. The loosen button at his neck flashing his gossamer vanilla skin, accentuating his defined collarbone and long neck. Contrasting against his black dress shirt, the bright skin guided the eyes up to his gaudy earrings and fashionable hair ribbon. To move outward after the seduction, one's eyes finally grasped that seductive smirk that oozed a majestical suave confidence. "Now this... This is drip."

Usually, when a guy like Karna accepts he has been bested, you know you stand no chance. But in this case, he looked at a moment at Kama to contemplate their new form. Rather, it should've been a given that a master over love and pleasure would find new and exciting ways to deliver it. Yet... Ashwatthama, rather than feeling defeated, felt differently. "... Is that it? You look some random fuckboy that they take for uh, what's it called...? Idol groups? Yeah, like that." "If that's the latest on fashion, then I change my mind, I'll pass, thank you." ~~I'll rather be a Toku hero!~~

5:11 AM

@Nommyuks @Danni

Kama was not surprised whatsoever with Ashwatthama's reaction. He had no drip and thus no culture or understanding of what drip is, so it only made sense that the pea-sized brain couldn't appreciate it. "I know. You chose to follow the trend of hardcore gay porn where masculinity is overly emphasized as both a parody and a fetish. Himbofication, even." Unamused despite the scalding reply, Mara's expression also deflated as he clearly seems to be losing interest in this, too, now that it appeared the two of them weren't going to go anywhere with this!

1:56 AM

"Actually, can you let me go already!? I am not a gachimuchi actor like you, Aniki!" Needless to say, with this context in mind, the god of love was starting to get kind of weirded out by how Ashwattahama kept on bridal carrying him despite the change in form. Sweat was pouring through his forehead, skin color flushing from nervousness, and arms beginning to squirm and flail as he increasingly got more and more bothered the longer he was held. "Yeah, yeah! You get it, Karna! Sooo!! Help a brother out here, will ya!? I'll hook you up--you'd look good in this kind of fashion, actually!" So uncomfortable and bothered was Kama that he was now beginning to bargain with one of his nemeses for help! Plus, he was more than down for the himbofication of Karna--

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Danni

It seemed that Ashwa wasn't too fond of this style of fashion himself already seemingly having his own tastes in clothing. It was quite understandable, Karna was in the unique perspective of having no real care or concern for his own appearance so long as it wasn't hard on the eyes for others. Arjuna would likely have quite the different sentiment, thus the Hero of Charity could only contemplate how his eternal rival would react to such a fashion choice. He'd love to ask sometime if they were ever summoned, even though most of their interactions seemed fated to end in conflict for some reason or another. "Aniki?" Karna asked confused why she suddenly referred to Ashwatthama as an older brother, though the intention was clearly some form of jab associated with the raunchy genre. He really didn't want to think of the implications further, this Divine Spirits of Passion were quite a handful it seemed. "Are you saying you don't like being carried Kama? Perhaps it would be easier to treat him as your Vahana instead." He replied somewhat unaware of how seeing Archer as a mount perhaps made the situation worse.

12:35 PM

"Though if that's your wish..." Karna sighed still thinking being carried by Ashwatthama was much better than the alternative way of his friend getting even with this troublesome God. "Old friend we should respect his wishes. Madana, despite their troublesome antics, is still a Deva. They came to us with the intention of peace well in their own way I suppose, we'd be terrible hosts not to hear them out..." He sighed not exactly fond of taking Kama's side in all this but wasn't about to be unjust to someone because of their understandable opposition. "We've had our fun, let's at least try to indulge their desire for comradery in return."

@Nommyuks @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

Still good to keep this RP going @Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT ?

aw, shit, don't tell me I haven't answered since ends of september.

1:37 PM

Yeah, just give me a moment.

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"Agh, this is why you irritate my guts, even without me being Shiva's avatar! Decide, damn it! Either go all the way with your desires, or just don't! Y'see why I don't like to involve myself with the affairs of love and stuff!" Damn it, the kicks he was getting out of putting the Deity of Love in their place now was getting replaced with anger from their antics.

6:02 AM

"Want me to drop you? Fine for me, have at you!"

6:03 AM

... Ashwatthama would, against all expectations, put Kama to be carried by Karna instead ~~perhaps as a piggy carry, or even firefighter style~~, instead of going through the solution of burying their head through the ground.

6:04 AM

"Alright Karna, sorry buddy, but now it is your issue! That's how it's gonna be!"

Genuinely, Kama figured that the brute would just try to be predicably cheeky and literally let him go, thinking he'd fall on his ass and look stupid. He prepared to counter that, honestly, given his ability to float. So, needless to say, he had no idea that Ashwatthama would have an actual flash of creativity! "Hah, as if I like to get involved with love either, but I still got more bit--" And indeed, Kama would find himself in another man's arms before he could finish. Not a bitch, though, but a manslut! "...Alright, this isn't funny. I may be damn hot, but I ain't a potato so stop tossin' me around like I am! I'm no rebound for you two sluts to pass around!" Despite assuming his original gender, Kama's effeminate heart still remained and he began to sulk over this maltreatment. Looking at Karna from whatever position he was caught in, he glared daggers and gritted his teeth. "I'm not gonna ride either of you, too! Neither of you can compare to Suka, anyway!" And with a surprising sense of loyalty and devotion, Kama tried to dump the both of them when it came to who'd be his vahana!

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Danni Sorry for the reaaal late, been dealing with a lot going on in my life atm. Should hopefully be more stable after Monday!

His expression retained that rather bored expression despite taking Kama into his own arms, though he didn't quite know how to properly hold a Deva of this caliber. It was indeed something Karna himself took rather seriously and he contemplated just letting Kama ride piggy back to their next destination, though it seemed like he was getting increasingly more irate by this treatment. "So you're declining the offer then..." Karna mused before letting Kama's legs slip back onto the ground to allow an out from this rather awkward position. "Understood, seems it was pure arrogance on my part to assume myself on the level of your Parrot." He said though his words could definitely be interpreted as insincere or even condescending given how his tone was near unchanging. "Well I assume the offer of finding drip is completely off the table for now, my deepest apologies Kama seems like you may need to find another group of these mansluts to drip out as you say..." He relented feeling somewhat ashamed that his suggestion perhaps caused the God of Love to look upon the two as lost causes, he was unsure if Ashwatthama was even up for it either given his annoyed demeanor towards the Assassin. "Perhaps we could do something else? I've heard the local cafe serves a rather decent dinner menu, as odd as that might sound..." He wasn't the type to give up on a potential friendship however, though his own personal tastes and interests were probably rather strange.

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT @Nommyuks

Ayanami is taking a stroll down the hall way as she thought about what to do in her current situation, shes still too weak to assist in the singularity so thats off the table already

@Alpharius

John had walked down the hall, his footsteps heavy from the armor he had yet to take off. For the first time, John had noted the faint sense of tension in the air that had surrounded this place. His current situation had been grim also, there was not much for him to do. He had no servants and acquaintances had been lacking. He had noticed a short girl that had been walking down the hall also, his red lenses had shifted down towards her before he spoke. "Didn't expect anyone else to be out and about this hour."

@SaberLily | Ayanami

John had walked down the hall, his footsteps heavy from the armor he had yet to take off. For the first time, John had noted the faint sense of tension in the air that had surrounded this place. His current situation had been grim also, there was not much for him to do. He had no servants and acquaintances had been lacking. He had noticed a short girl that had been walking down the hall also, his red lenses had shifted down towards her before he spoke. "Didn't expect anyone else to be out and about this hour."

@John Price (@Alpharius) - jump Red irisis stared back at the unknown man, with their emotions hidden behind a mask of neutrality, making them seem emotionless even, as Ayanami had turned to face them even before she was addressed, hearing them behind her rather easily with his loud armour. She questioned internally whether this man before her was another master or a servant, as she usually didn't see too many masters with armour on while inside chaldea. "I'm used to being out at night."

going to apologize, this may be a wall of text)

As she began to speak, he halted in his tracks as if he was listening. Underneath his helm, he glanced quizzically at the younger Master. For the moment those two had been alone in the hallway his mind had turned to other matters before it had come back to the present once more. This had been foreign to him also, he had been used to doing checks on equipment before heading out but now it seemed that he had more free time than he knew what to do with. Throughout the night, John had spent much time shuttling back and forth down the hallways so he could actively be doing something. His red lenses finally met back with the red irises of the woman before he spoke. His voice had been suppressed by a voice diaphragm but still had come out clear. Had he taken off his helmet at least, his face would still be neutral. Conversations had never been his strong suit, the armor had helped him with that. Hiding behind a mask, quite literally is what he typically did. "Aren't we all." The man replied, his retort was as stale as bread that had been left out on the counter for days on end. He bit the inside of his cheek, rotating his jaw a bit before he spoke again to the woman. A man of few words is what he had been for quite some time, even he did not like that. Though habits are hard to break when they have become part of your identity and you have been doing that for such a long time. "Would it be safe to assume you are a master?" He attempted to add more life to the question, but it fell bland. The diaphragm made it seem worse than it actually was.

@SaberLily | Ayanami

She stared quizzically at the strange man in full armour who shared eye contact with her in silence for the better part of a few seconds before they finally smoke, a rather dry but easy to work with response, it was easy to tell they were much like her. Someone who didn't participate in social activities very often and when they did it was usually only when necessary, or in her case when she used to study at the clock tower. Forced too by the few Friends she did have. Regardless this suited Ayanami just fine, she wasn't that good in informal social sessions anyways, and simply gave the man a small nod as they spoke up again. "Hai. I am Ayanami Ohirume, a princess and miko of it, Are you a master as well? If so may I know your name?" If Ayanami was bothered at all by how the man's questioned sounded then it didn't show on their face at all, the expression from before not changing at all as she replied. As she replied she gave the man infront of her a small perfected curtsy.

@Alpharius

The curtsy had reminded him of his past, but thats all that was now. Everything that he had once treasured was dust at the mercy of history's winds but such was the way of life coming to Chaldea. Titles had meant nothing to John, if they still had he would be flaunting the fact that he was a proud executioner with the Church. Still, to meet a Princess was something that had been rare. His voice and expression would betray no emotion however when he responded. "John Price." He paused for a moment as if he was thinking of what else to say. The woman had been a master, she had confirmed his suspicions. If anything, she had been more competent than he was in the realm of asking questions or being social. If she had not, she did well at hiding it. "I am indeed a Master, though a master without servants can hardly be considered a Master." He spoke without meaning to, but alas it had been to late. The words had escaped from his lips and went through the diaphragm in his helmet. He tapped his fingers on his thigh armor before speaking again, this time basic small talk as he wanted to ease tension if any had been caused by his state. He glanced around the room until his red lenses met with the woman once again "So...Beautiful weather outside."

@SaberLily | Ayanami