Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

A long day's off work (Counting the imaginary money and dreams he has in his locked vault). The king's job has yet to end. Waiting through as he reminisce about his past struggles during the Age of Gods. Was it really worth it for me to guide humanity and free them from the reins of these Gods? [Maybe I should have married that vixen... ishtar... well... she was flat and arrogant like my previous master... so I guess that was not a choice...], he thought. What to do indeed... He was summoned to a ruined world. Full of greed and other sins... speaking of greed... *sighs here comes another seeking to bother the great king of heroes* [I should just ignore her..], he thought.

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1:22 AM

rp cancelled)

Humming with set of calligraphy tools on her desk as she worked on writting the ofudas that she would put up for sale, Ganyu was quite relaxed on her Workshop. @Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

Naomi Shirakawa makes an Arcana check!

1d20 (10) + 4 = 14

Performing a bit of breathing and walking. The shrine maiden would merely create an origami in the shape of a crane. Afterwards, the inhaled, exhaled air would blow it to the direction of the mixed blood girl. The origami would land on top of her head gently with the winds carrying it. Afterwards, the shrine maiden would finally enter the workshop area that was given to the person who awoke her from her slumber.

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

Feeling the origami lightly touch her head, she looks up and notice Naomi there. Giving her a smile, she gives a wave while her other hand reaches up for the origami on her head. "Oh, Naomi, how nice to see you"

The origami would then fold itself into an ofuda tag as it revealed the words. "Good Luck". Essentially being more of a lucky charm if anything else. Naomi would walk towards the woman and smile. "Greetings Ganyu-san. How have you been? It has been a while since we last talked and met."

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

She nods in agreement, smiling at the luck charm. "Indeed, I have simply been quite busy lately working on my merchandise to help Chaldea"

"That is quite understandable, I have been regaining my lost skills although. I am afraid if is still not quite at my original level yet." Naomi would merely take a seat nearby before continuing the conversation with the mixed blood. "Anyways, progress aside. Why not take a break with some with me?"

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

6:04 PM

*some tea

"Oh? That would be quite delightful" She nods with a smile, putting her calligraphy set aside carefully before standing up.

"Now then, can you please clear the table? It should get us the space we need to place the cups and kettle there. I bought some Ika-yaki and Dango to compliment our black tea today." Naomi patiently waited as the business woman stood up carefully. Waiting with that soft smile on her lips.

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

"Hm...Very well" She smiles back, putting her tools to the side and on another table before she takes out a tea set and begins preparing the black tea they will be drinking today.

In the meantime, the miko would pull out more tags with the words written. "Ika-Yaki" and "Dango" and once they were placed. They would turn into the meals on their plates as the tags burnt to a crisp. Afterwards, she handed the teabag to Ganyu for her to brew freshly. "I remember when I practiced that Calligraphy lessons with you. Always had a kettle of black tea with me."

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

She raises an eyebrow at the tags even as she takes the teabag and begins brewing the tea, soon serving two tea cups with the black tea, placing one of them in front of Naomi as she takes a seat with the other cup. "Oooh? Storage Tags? Quite a interesting technique you've got there"

@Ganyu Office Lady] (@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)) - [jump "Storage Tags, yes. It is a rather simple technique. Although sadly, it cannot transport everything. Nor can it do it for too long. If the tag is ever ripped or torn. The item would also be damaged. But it is convenient otherwise." Naomi answered the curious horned woman. Afterwards, she would take one of the tea cups and patiently wait for the host to take the first sip. It was basic table manners. "So how have you been these days Ganyu-San?"

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

(reeee, right)

"Nevertheless, it is quite an advanced tag" She compliments her with a smile, taking a sip and closing her eyes to enjoy the taste with a relieved sigh. "It has been going well, I've managed to set up my shop and have been recently working on these" She takes out one of the Healing Ofudas from the pile she was working on, showing it to her. "A healing ofuda that can be easily applied onto yourself for some quick fix without limiting your movement nor affecting your combat performance. It is quite popular, why just recently one of the Berserker servants stormed into the place and took my last stock after dropping a sack of money" She chuckles.

@Ganyu Office Lady] (@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)) - [jump "How convenient. No doubt a lot of people would buy those tags. I know I would, since healing magecraft isn't really my forte unfortunately. I do see some people using the alternative potion. Although, I suppose that is more for downtime purposes rather than in the heat of combat." Naomi agreed to the sentiment. If she has cash right now. She would definitely order from Ganyu without a breath of hesitation. "I am glad to hear you are doing well however. Now that I think about it, have you summoned a servant?"

"I quite have" She nods with a smile. "Her name is Sitonai" She answers her fellow Eastern Master. "She has been quite helpful in the creation of my Healing Ofudas thanks to her Item Creation skill. How about you? Have you summoned anyone Naomi-san?"

@Ganyu Office Lady] (@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)) - [jump "Indeed, and most of them appears to be from my homeland of Japan. And it is quite the interesting one to meet a historical or mythological samurais that spark the imagination of the contemporart era. It is simply a delight, no doubt my family would never believe me even if I spent an eternity with my claims. But, let us start off simple. The first one was Watanabe no Tsuna." Naomi would raise an eyebrow at the name "Sitonai." Being a shrine maiden and all, she definitely was familiar with the ainu heroine. Afterwards she would sip her tea. "Still, that young girl is quite strong and courageous. Sitonai of Hokkaido."

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

"Indeed, and most of them appears to be from my homeland of Japan. And it is quite the interesting one to meet a historical or mythological samurais that spark the imagination of the contemporart era. It is simply a delight, no doubt my family would never believe me even if I spent an eternity with my claims. But, let us start off simple. The first one was Watanabe no Tsuna." Naomi would raise an eyebrow at the name "Sitonai." Being a shrine maiden and all, she definitely was familiar with the ainu heroine. Afterwards she would sip her tea. "Still, that young girl is quite strong and courageous. Sitonai of Hokkaido."

@Naomi Shirakawa (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump "Fufufu~ Indeed so" She agrees with a small laugh, taking a sip of her tea. "And she appears to be multiple servants inside one. But enough about me, you say you summoned many servants from Japan? Besides Watanabe no Tsuna, who else have you summoned?"

"Multiple servants inside one? Interesting one indeed, still the heroic spirit Sitonai is quite old compared to most heroic spirits from the Age of Humans. Nevertheless, other than Watanabe no Tsuna. There is also Ba'al. God of Thunder, similar to the kami my worship. Susanoo no Mikoto. I originally wanted to summon Susanoo to aid me, but it appears fate has played a unique hand to me. As Divine Spirits needed vessels, he took a female human as a vessel. A japanese girl from Nihon. Perhaps maybe due to me."

"Hohoh~" She lets a interested and curious laugh, looking at Naomi. "You attempted to summon Susano-no-mikoto? That's quite an ambitious dream. Still, Ba'al huh...I suppose she was summoned due to her connection with storms" She muses with interest. "And how has been treating you? Divine spirits are quite fickle after all and it wouldn't do for my tea partner to be smited because of a mistake" She jokes.

"I have indeed tried summoning him. Still, better to have tried and failed rather not to have not tried at all as my father used to speak to me. And how has she been treating me? I would say, better than most, although it is clear she will not settle for a mediocre master and expects highly of me. Dealing with kamis are never easy, not even for a miko like me. Even I wonder how my ancestors dealt with them.." Naomi sighed as she took a sip of the soothing tea that seemed to calm away any troubles on her mind. Like a fresh breeze that freed her from a nasty stench,

"I would expect they dealt with Divine Spirits with a lot of worship and praises" She answers back with another sip. "Back then, they were quite easily pleased for as long as you do not insult them or do something to fall into their bad side after all"

"That is likely how it was. Still, the divine is something humanity will never understand. Although, I wonder how well the divine understands humanity. Their own creations." Naomi asked a retorical question before sipling her tea once more. "Regardless, I am sure I will remain on her good side provided I keep on going.

@Kuro (Rat|Qtz|Yasu|Sei|Ath|Illy)

(fuck, didn't see this)

"Indeed" She agrees with another sip, relaxing.

Caren lays sight on her target and aims right for his back.

!a

Caren C. Hortensia's Actions

Attacks

1 Cupid's Bow: Attack: +11 to hit. Hit: 1d6 + 4 [magical piercing] damage. 2 Cupid's Bow: Attack: +6 to hit. Hit: 1d6 + 4 + 10 [magical piercing] damage. 3 Shroud of Valentine: Attack: +11 to hit. Hit: 1d4 + 4 [magical piercing] damage.

4:32 PM

Caren C. Hortensia attacks with a 1 Cupid's Bow!

Meta

To Hit: 1d20 (13) + 11 = 24 Damage: 1d6 (1) + 4 [magical piercing] = 5

@deleted-role @[11]Arran [5]Skye @deleted-role

(im at work smh)

Muramasa was preparing another batch of sword when he just accidentally dodged an arrow. He noticed it and seeing another one coming, he catch it with his bare hands. "Oi! What gives!" He scream out to the Servant that shoot the arrow to him. The same one that he met in Germania before.

@Sengo Muramasa (@[11]Arran [5]Skye) - jump "Ah, I failed." Caren comments to herself. "Why aren't you Rayshifting with your Master? Do you feel no responsibility for humanity's survival?"

"Could say the same to you." He drop the arrow that was shot at him to the ground. "So, what brought you here, other than disturbing me?"

( @Angelic sorry was busy)

"Could say the same to you." He drop the arrow that was shot at him to the ground. "So, what brought you here, other than disturbing me?"

@Sengo Muramasa (@[11]Arran [5]Skye) - jump "I felt like checking in on you and I saw you're as lonely as ever. With my arrow, I might have been able to give you a taste of love." Caren raises both of her eyebrows in condescension. "Then again, there's some things that can't be fixed. From the way you're always hammering your sword, I guess you can't get it up in the first place."

"Ya don' have a break for your mouth, ain't it? With a light glare he said. "I'm fine on my own. Everyone is with anyone so I don't need to take cares of someone else. My Master too is busy preparing himself for the Singularity." "Beside, since when you shoot someone with an arrow they got fall in love anyway?"

"It's simple. I'm a servant of God and also Cupid, the cute angel who brings love on an arrow. If you didn't resist so much, you'd already know what that feels like." Caren walks inside and lets the steam hit her skin. "Do not worry, Sengo Muramasa." She smiles kindly. "You have nothing to be ashamed about. There are lots of men who suffer from erectile dysfunction."

"...I don't know what the thing you just said but I could feel that you're mocking me." Knowledge that spesific never supplied by the Grail, nor the FATE system itself. The glare now being exchanged by tick mark on his forehead. "Young people these days doesn't give enough respect to their elder. Unless you want me to re-educate you then scram!"

After many singularities conquered, many trials overcome, and many tribulations at last completed, all that was left was the final temple at the end of times, where Goetia laid awaiting the Chaldeans. It would seem that the time left remaining for Hermes contract and stay on this plane was slowly counting down… well, then. He decides. Perhaps he might as well make the best usage of what still remains. He has heard many tales of the prodigal mystic code crafter since his arrival, the embellishments putting him rivaling with, if not above the ones who had existed during the craft’s height in sheer skill. Hearing such tales in the daily had piqued his interests, especially so as a Deity of Alchemist, and it would be a shame to never meet the source of all those rumors in purpose when given the chance to. And so, Hermes made his way across the workshops, knocking twice in the door labeled ‘Monta.’

Monta was doing what he did best...Which was crafting. Putting on the finishing touches of a mask that he was just completing and with it done would get the somewhat rare 'Free time' that tends happen once in a blue moon. Was things coming to an end? Perhaps but even he knew that he was forever to be a busy crafter during and after the events of Chaldea... There was a knock on the door and he went and opened it. Peeking his head out to see a Caster, he heard of his person. "Hermes."

"Greetings. That is who I am, yes. And, if I recall correctly... you would be 'Monta Muramasa,' correct..?"

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"Oh wow, called by the full name at that. I'm that person, Master Monta and a crafter to boot. Nice to meet you." He said as he opened the door proper for the caster.

"It is my pleasure to meet you as well. I've heard many a tales about you, and your prowess at the craft of the creation of Mystic Codes.* Hermes accepted the offer, taking a step inside the workshop in order to admire the tools that laid within, the minor nicks and age of each demonstrating the skill and care the crafter utilized them with, giving a small nod of appreciation at the display. "It seems the rumors don't lie, nor do you disappoint, from view alone, I can tell you are extraordinary skilled with the craft... some of my colleagues and students would be jealous of such techniques."

"Given I am a Muramasa I have to show the name the respect and make it proud." He said idly as he let the other walk around the workshop. Various of items on display. And since he was more or less 'retired' from the combat side of being a master his items was off on display. The two swords, the gloves and the robes that was hanging.

"Indeed, to hold pride in one's forebearers and stride to not besmirch their name is certainly a noble pursuit, but, and I don't say this lightly, you've most certainly gone above and beyond in that field." He took a look at the robes, seemingly entranced by their superb quality. "These robes, by the weaves alone, are comparable to those of Tayet and Athena, I could easily believe them to be their products, and the magecraft so expertly slipped in between the textiles would make one believe them to be blessed by Circe. The blades you made are peerless in quality, only beaten by the most holy of artifacts wielded by the greatest heroes."

"So I have been told.." He mused as he went over to the robes with his arms folded. "Alas it seems that with everything I know, you say that I've...Peaked." He said with a small sigh and shook his head. "Or at least in the sense that I most likely used up every bit of the family techniques that I know, and this stuff as close to the Items from the Age of Gods as possible while limited to the Modern Magecraft. It is what it is." There was a frown on his face, mostly because he was still trying to strive for more but apparently plateaued right now.

"Peaked at modern magecraft, you say..? Hmm... then, if you don't mind, how would like to learn Alchemy from the Age of Gods from me? I'm especially vested into just how far you may be able to take this craft."

That gotten a small hum out of him, as impressive as he was himself, there was nothing wrong with learning anything and everything that was new. And if Hermes was interested in teaching him he would go on and accept it! "Fine sure, not often a offer like this is given to me, and if this means that my crafts will improve than what it is now I will learn from you."

Hermes snapped his finger. "Fantastic. Very well, do you wish to begin the lessons now or in a more convenient time?"

"Probably at another time, at least when I am free to pay attention to what you are saying as you teach me...in return...Hmm.." He eyes looked up down and all around before stopping on the robes they were looking at earlier. "You can keep that, not like I'm going in combat again any time soon."

"Mm? Though I would certainly wish to accept, to simply accept such a gift would be shameful to not offer anything in return... ah, I have an idea." With that, Hermes snapped his fingers, before astralizing a small pouch within his hands, offering it to the crafter. What laid within were various rare prisms, strange materials, and oddly shaped rocks. What remained constant between everything within the pouch was an astonishing amount of magical energy that was inlaid within each and every one of the items. "I hope this would be of interest to you, it's a small personal collection of some rather peculiar reagents that could prove to generate... unique effects when applied to items. I trust that you'd be able to make effective use of them."

(Flavor for the 16k GP)

He has aquired..something. A pouch filled with doodads and thingamajigs which he would accept and looked through it all. "Uh-huh." He looked to be interested as the pouch had his full attention right now. A reminder that regardless of the skill he wasn't even 20 yet and was still a teen. Still! The robes was now Hermes'

Nodding in satisfaction at the gift being well-received, Hermes claims the robes! "With that, I suppose it's goodbye. I look forward to our mentorship from now, Monta. May you be blessed by Shai." With that, he exists the workshop.

And so, as Morgan wandered through the halls looking for the legendary maker of mystic codes. Monta Muramasa. She has met him before, and someone who shares his name. Senji Muramasa who was imprisoned in her kingdom. Although she is not here to dwell in the past. Tyonis Magstrom has proved, insufficient as of late. Now, she has come to seek another master. Like it or not, she is still a servant with the limits of one. How annoying truly. "Ah, this should be the place." Every step she took was radiating in confidence in her station. Unshakable as a mountain. Such was the stride she took towards her destination. Yet it was elegant and beautiful, befitting the veil wearing royalty. Conjuring a mage hand, she would use that to knock on the door 5 times.

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

With things no longer in the stressful situation and the Temple of time taken care of... Monta resumed crafting once more, as if nothing happened. There was a request and he went right to work on making yet another mask. He was currently in the middle of forming the shape and design on said mask when there was a knock on the door. Moving away from the bench the master would head off to the door and opened it to see. Morgan once more? A second visit from her as he opened the door and moved to the side. Letting her in

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

As the door calmly swung open, allowing the Witch of Britain passage. Her footsteps finally carried her inside the familiar workshop she has seen all too well before. Gracefully turning to face the crafter, her eyes were now in direct contact with his. Regardless of whether he was looking at her or not. "Greetings, Monta. I hope I wasn't disturbing your mystic code crafting was I? Such delicate work of art does require precision no doubt." She spoke with the tone of royalty, elegant and yet carrying authority that make her words all the more persuasive. A mixture of her charm and nature as a fae and her tone as nobility. A tone he has heard all too well.

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"I was in the middle of one yes. But since it is an item that I have made quite often my attention can be off of it for a bit..At least while you are here. Hello, good day and whatnot to you, Queen Morgan. Here to exchange small talk or perhaps there is something else you have need of me." His manner of speaking to the royal folks has improved after some casual conversation with Kings and Queens. She had his attention while she was in the workshop.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"My visit is more than that as a matter of fact. I believe you have heard about the new threat that is on the rise? The Director's own words. In three months, a new threat shall arise that shall put an end to humanity if it is not stopped. A threat I am quite familiar with. Another reaspn for my visit, is simple. I desire a master. My old one is unfortunately inadequate and so, I have left him." Morgan calmly spoke before she calmly began to walk around the workshop. Her eyes shifting towards the tools Monta use and the finished products he has made. Entertaining herself as she spoke with the young human crafter. A genius by human stanfards, and one of a kind by the contemporary era, but a common crafter back in her era. "I seek you now as my new master Monta. Your reputation among Chaldeans are well known to me. And your creations are well made by the contemporary era's standards."

1:24 PM

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

He blinked on that as he was told of even more threats coming their away and a small exhale on hearing that she left Ty in search of a another master and chose him as a result. "I shall do all that I can to be a capable Master for you and to make sure I will assist in improving your strength and fighting capabilities." He said with a nod of his head. Just like that. He did not question it, he knows what he was good in and he would do his best.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"Words are cheap, I shall make sure you uphold your promises unlike my previous master. Kanu has vouched for you as a potential master of mine, and I shall see in time whether he speaks true or not." Said the Queen as she turned to face him once more. Summoning her staff to her hand, she would begin to walk towards him. Once she was close to him, the fae would continue to speak. "You sure have accepted rather quick, however I will give you another chance to back away now. Do you wish to be my master or not for the coming conflict? Personally, I have no intentions of saving humanity, nor do I see them as worth saving. Although, I do look upon certain individuals such as yourself with favor."

1:46 PM

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"My words as as much merits as all those that believes in what I say. I don't think many has anything negative regarding me. Besides words are words, you are speaking to perhaps the hardest working maker of mystic codes here. Say the word and I will make sure that you have the training and items needed for even more success during your stay here. And a vouch from Kanu.." He remembered that was the original master of her. "The servants here has their favorites and those they look at more fondly than others. I can't say there is nothing wrong with that but I will leave your decision on the worthiness of Humanity to you and the others. I shall simply do my part and give Humanity the means to defend and Improve." He was a crafter, not someone that is an active combat master. But he will do what he does best. Craft for the masters and servants of Chaldea. After all almost all the noticable and important members some item that was made by his hands.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"Indeed." He is the more passive type of master. Although, Morgan herself cannot help but wonder what will happen if he were forced into a scenario where he has to battle. Then again, if things were similar to how they were when she is still alive. Well, she may yet see the chance. Regardless, this one shows promise in her eyes. He has proven himself a capable crafter, but master? Time will tell.. "Then, let us finalize the contract. You do know the incantation required to contract with an already summoned servant do you not? I would be surprised if you do not, having made it this far." Said the Witch Queen as she stood in front of him. This should prove a decent test of his ability as a magus. Now then...

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"The incantation needed for a already summoned servant? Not at all! Which is the unfortunate life of a non magus. But I'll give a incantation for you.."

Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over five times, simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time.
Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let my great master be the ancestor. Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall. Close the four cardinal gates. Come out from the crown. Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom.
– I shall declare here. Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. If you will submit to this will and this reason…… then answer!
– An oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell! – From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!

Where he got that from? Who knows but it was a incantation at the very least.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"......" Of course, nothing truly happened when Monta has tried the summoning incantation. For one reason, because there was no magic circle for a servant to manifest from and not to mention... it was the wrong incantation. The witch of britain would merely let out a heavy sigh from her lips as she watched the mana fizzle out needlessly. What a waste, already she was second guessing Monta. But of course every being makes mistakes. So she is willing to excuse this for now anyways. "That, was not the correct incantation needed. And I stand corrected. It appears you lack knowledge of magecraft. Although, I suppose it is also tbe duty to improve the master.."

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"Yes I do. I have never at any point refered to myself as a magus. I didn't have that type of upbringing as my family was mostly crafters and artisians. I was taught by Merlin..for a few days and then left me on my own.." His eyes shifted to the side on that. He was making do for now. "Regardless..I am not perfect and is always up to learn more on anything. Yosh!"

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"Hmph, Merlin? He does have a talent for magecraft, sadly that incubus deserved to be sealed in Avalon for all of eternity by the faerie Vivian. It is just like him to leave such lessons unfinished." Spoken by the witch with a hint of disgust on her lips. As expected, she is not very... fond of Merlin. Regardless of which version her Pan Human History interacts with. Her eyes squinted at the mere mention of that wizard. "I shall finish what he has started. From today onward, I shall teach you proper modern day magecraft.."

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

Another 'Yosh' came out of him as she finished it off and just like that he now had Morgan as a servant. Pretty good feeling at that. So now it seems that he had a proper teacher when it comes to dabbling with Magecraft. This was going pretty well as he bob's his head up and down on her words.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

"I shall teach you the basics for now. We shall see if there is an innate talent for magecraft underneath your artisan life." What shall he become? Time will tell. Will he become your typical human magus? Arrogant and despicable? Or perhaps will he remain the same? Or perhaps... something new? "For now, I advise you finish that mask of yours."

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

He gives his servant a thumbs up and with that small break taken care of Morgan could see Monta go right back to work on the creation of the mask with a unnerving single-mindedness.

Likewise, Morgan would calmly summon her throne and sit down. Letting Monta focus on the task at hand. Placing one of her legs atop the other. The queen of the fae observed the crafter at his natural place. A workshop. Perhaps this may prove entertaining to her yet.

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

As he worked there would be another piece of paper that appeared next to him. It was another request as well. A very impressive bow! He grabbed it tacked it onto the board next to him and began to work with a bit more pace to him.

Veronica entered Monta's workshop. Knocking on the door beforehand, of course. "Monta..? You here?"

"When am I not is the better question.." Monta said back as he was still at the work bench and was working on her bow. "It's not done yet..will be done in a few more hours or so."

"Ah. You're right. But I'm not here for that." She shook her head and bowed. "I'm here to thank you for everything."

Not at all. I have done my part on assisting all masters and servants to complete the main goal of saving humanity. If anything I should be thanking you for tossing your very well being at any and every bit of danger." He said back.

"N-no, really. Without you and the others that have dedicated themselves to making this incredible Gear.. We wouldn't have lasted half as long." "We can throw ourselves into danger without worries, knowing that your Mystic Codes are protecting us."

Tamamo would be in the room along side Monta, wearing a mechanic jumpsuit cause she thought it would make sense in this line of work. As she sees this woman come in, she looked to see what’s her connection with her master to just see she was just a customer. “If you are able to make items that help people prolong their lives you are more impressive than I first thought master.”

"If anything I can at least say that my stuff is rated to combat against beasts." He mused to himself as he shook his head. "I make the items and all of you out it to good use. I'm sure Naomi and Musashi was happy with my swords and I am happy that my items served it purpose. All I wish for them now is too accumulate history along with their users." The crafter seemed to be at peace yet it also seems that even now, with someone giving his work praise he still wished to improve his work.

"Ah. And." "I want to apologize. I didn't manage to reach my Goal with crafting. I-it's been really busy.." "..If I can't finish the Bow, please hand it to Theano Hippolyta Nicolo once it's done. I dont have long left."

"Oh gosh you gave me her full name..Well like I said the bow is more or less done and is just going through some..QA right now so you will still be handing it to her. As for the other part.." He simply rubbed the back of his head. "I mean..it's alright, not the first time someone learning under me had their attention pulled from crafting and it's probably not going to be the last time." He didn't seem that fazed on it..at the very least.

"I-I doubt I'll be able to focus on it much once I'm gone.." yet, she still smiled. "..Ah. That's great to hear though." She nodded..! Having the Bow done already.. she can say goodbye with a gift.

"Yes..I figured that was the case. You are going to be moving on to something out of my expertise..if anything I wished I was a better teacher for me. Ah well I suppose I can call it even if anything. Thank you for teaching me Martial Arts Veronique."

“You made a great choice having Monta as your mentor, from what I can tell from our connection and what everyone has been saying he will not leave you a stray.” She would say in a upbeat tone, normally she would be jealous that another woman is going to be around Monta but she did not see her as a rival but as a friend of her master. She too wanted to learn from her master while teaching him as well so both can benefit, so having a friend along the way works.

"I-it was the least I could do." and as for what Tamamo said.. "..Yeah, you're right about that..!"

He let out a small hum on that. "At the very least. You helped me out so that I was capable in one of the singularities. But for now I shall remain a proper crafter until further notice. They seem to always be in demand for something and this will continue to be my contribution to Chaldea as a whole."

"They really are. Once again, thank you for everything." She nodded once more. "I'll do my best to remember you, once I'm gone."

"There’s this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it and an hour to go around it, and every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. And when the entire mountain is chiseled away, the first second of eternity will have passed.' Or so it says..I shall miss you. Think of all the good times as your mind begin to frizzle on the edges." He chimed and with that Monta resumed working once more.

"I will..!" She won't forget any of her friends from Chaldea. None of them. "..I'll see you later then.. Maybe. I-I'll say goodbye to everyone again when it's actually time to go."

"You better say goodbye if you are leaving everyone like that. Go on..Shoo..off to grace your presence with all the other folks you care for " He said as he gave a half hearted 'shoo' motion with his hand. He was very much going to miss the folks that was going to leave.

"..Right..!" With that, she heads off again..!

As the girl left she would look at Monta, she may not know much about the empathy of humans but she has a feeling this was hard to say goodbye to a friend. Tamamo would walk up to Monta and hug him. “She was a good friend?”

"Very good friend. It seems that I continue to lose good friends at that.." A few folks now at this point was either leaving or already gone, even in the hug he was pretty bummed out on it.

She would continue to hold him, she did not know the full details but if she could be there for him she will. “Do not fret master, we all face lost throughout life but to honor those who past you must continue to live your life in commemoration of them. Not to mention your most dependable caster will be here by your side till the end!”

"That you are! After all you just showed up so it's not like you are going to be disappearing anytime soon." And with that with the power of a Caster and a hug he seem to be in a good spirit once more. Tamamo did good!

She kept her smile as she looked up at him, then breaks the hug to them grab some tools. Maybe some servant master bonding and him indulging in his hobby could help as well. “That’s right, I have a sworn to stay by your side no matter what. Now, what do you think we can make together master?”

"Whatever it is we can make! There is a considerable amount of funds on our person at the moment so the imagination is the only thing that is limiting us right now..." He paused on that.. "O-Or you know. Venturing into the Age of God realm..That is something I unfortunately can't do on my own." He let out a weak laugh.

She would put the tools away, then with a snap of her fingers. The mechanic jumpsuit would slowly fade and as it does her blue dress would fade back in, getting ready to help her magus. "Nothing would make me happier, I can help you the best of my capabilities. However I will warn you, I am not at full power but even then my curses still can ruin someone's life." She would pull out a talisman.

Sango after dropping his lord off he would go to the work shops mainly to see what he can learn or ask for when he gets the money, however he mainly saw something that caught his attention more than the other workshops. As he looked at the list of names he saw Hermes, he wanted to know if it was the greek god himself. He would walk in to admire and look around. "Wow, some good stuff in here. Did not know what I expected when walking in here, wonder if he is the real deal." he would say to himself.

"Hmm..?" The God of Magic looked up from the alchemist kit he was currently experimenting with, pushing aside the book he had been rapidly scribbing in until now. Peeking over the countless vials, when he noticed the magus walk in, Hermes would stand up and make his presence known. "Ah, greetings, Master Candidate, and welcome to my humble abode... what would you happen to be looking for? A lesson in thaumaturgy, alchemy, or a commission for a mystic code..?"

"Oh, Hi. So you must me master Hermes the God of travelers, mischief, and magic or at least one of them within your pantheon." He would say, kind of fanboying. He would find his composure and look around, seeing how decorated his workshop was. The onmyougi would be sort of be very intimidated by the large aura and magical energy this man was oozing. "Oh no sorry, I just wanted to see the shop and meet you. I wanted to see if you were really him because I would have never imagined people actually summoning gods."

"Hmm..? Ah. Indeed, though I am certainly a God of Magic, unfortunately, I am not the Hermes you are looking for, he has yet to make an appearance so far in Chaldea. My True Name is rather Hermes Trimesgistus, a deity born of the shards of Thoth, the God of Knowledge, fused with the essence of Hermes following the Gigantomachia. And indeed, though the summoning of Divine Spirits certainly is rather uncommon, it is possible through limiting some of my authorities, though a fair while of optimization was required to allow my descension in a reduced form."

"Oh I see, I never knew a fragment of deities were possible. You must be fairly outstanding then if you are a shard of a being like thoth and still have to lowering your power to be summonable than I am quite worried what full thoth would be capable of." He heard something like this was possible from his master but couldn't put his finger on it. "But since you did offer earlier I would be happy to learn under you as well."

”Fragments of Deities are certainly possible, albeit rare… though their numbers increased rapidly as the Age of Gods declined, due to the efforts of several Divine Spirits attempting to continue their hold over the mundane masses. Ah, and the technical term would be “Divided Spirits,” some of the more prideful deities may find being called a mere “fragment” rather insulting.”

"Oh my apologies than Mr. Trismegistus, I heard you called yourself a fragment and thought it was okay but even so it is still extraordinary to see a divine spirit. I was told a few basic information on divine spirits but never fully got a lesson on them. I thank you for also correcting me, I would rather not invoke anyone's wrath."

Hermes waved his hand in dismissal. “It’s personally of no issue to me, of what manner I am addressed in. I tend to be in the more ‘mild’ side of the divine spirits, though I suppose it can be attributed to my more recent age and status as a divided alterego of two separate deities, rather than a full true Divine Spirit.”

Robin had spent quite some time down here after coming to Chaldeas, mostly trying to figure out ways to improve his crossbow somehow and synthesize useful poisons that could be used in battle. It was rather hard work trying to keep up with the other big shots around here, though as much as he wanted to take time for himself it was necessary to at least earn his keep. For some reason one of the veteran masters here was eager to contract though he certainly wasn't one to question it at the time. They hadn't made too much contact thus far only being on one mission together, though she was certainly quite the capable fighter herself. "Heh, might be easier if I could grab some more Yew for the limbs. Maybe I should grab that one smithy who hangs around here, it's a damn miracle I was able to make the first one myself..." He mused to himself, taking a few puffs from his cigarette as he played around with his Noble Phantasm like it was some kind of toy. "Damn, pressing too hard will break the bow string--that's probably enough for today." He shrugged before placing the bow back down. Perhaps he could just take it easy for the rest of the day, though he wasn't sure what else to do. Maybe finally ray shift to the singularity and find some forest to crawl into for the duration. Though suddenly he felt the air shift lightly... "Hmm?" His eyes darted around the dimly lit workshop, there was someone else there. Initially he though Monta had forgotten something, or maybe Hermes had been skulking around. Though the presence felt quite familiar, something only a servant could feel when their master was close. "Ah, what brings you down here?"

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach hope this is okay sweatrou

"Hm...? Oh. Robin, it's a pleasure to see you. I've decided to stop by in order to gather a few bits and pieces. I've managed to do something... Quite wonderful." With that Theano took a moment to pull a sash off of her shoulder and rose it up into the air. It was brilliant red- made out of an odd material that was hard to place. "I've done it. It's finally repaired. As you can imagine though, this also means that I've need a little bit of time to get used to it. I was planning to look around for a potential method to ease the process... That being said, I'm not too sure there is much I can do on that front..." "Still, what brings you here Robin? I take it you've been quite busy recently haven't you? I do apologize for not being around more. Work had me... Tied up to say the least." @Danni

Maybe Robin wasn't very good at paying attention, or perhaps he actually had no idea where his master had been the last few days. Either way, Theano pulling out a long elegant sash did catch the Archer slightly off guard, it was indeed quite pristine and the materials likely used to make it were foreign to him. Calling it otherworldly wouldn't be far from the truth, one of the few rare mystic codes that dated back to the Age of Gods. However... "Oh you got yourself a pretty new sash master? I'm sure it'll look really good on you, though didn't take you for the stylish type... no offense of course!" Okay maybe he had missed the briefing to run off and shoot bottles with Paris. Archers certainly were one of the most difficult servants to deal with. "Well if you need any help with it give me a whistle..." He was likely going to get bonked at this rate-- "Hmm? Well mostly trying to adjust my old bow here, it used to be my pride and joy but frankly don't think it stacks up as well anymore compared to some of the other crossbows here. No need to apologize though master, your affairs take priority of course I've mostly just been training to be of some actual use on the field." The Forest Bandit gave a light shrug, extinguishing his cigarette in a makeshift ash tray. Hua would likely give him quite the earful if she caught wind he was smoking in front of their master.

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach sweatrou

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"Your bow is ultimately a Noble Phantasm. Though it may lack the raw power some of our other armaments in Chaldea possess, it is unique to you and carries enough power to level a small city by itself. It's much more than can be said about something even like my own bow despite the raw power behind it's shots." With that the woman nodded. "I don't need your help on most of my assignments truthfully, I know how to handle myself. You should see about assisting Chaldea in general rather than worrying about me. While I'm aware it's an odd conduct considering what servants are used for generally-- we are not here for selfish goals but rather the salvation of humanity from destruction." Theano gave Robin a careful look before simply tugging on her sash and throwing it over her shoulder once again. "What have you been up to during my absence, Archer? I take it you've had made yourself useful or at least had fun settling in?" @Danni

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

He wasn't too sure about it being able to level a city or even have enough power to take out a building, it was more meant for ruining armies and slowly killing a person through poison. Hell it wasn't even that amazing compared to most other Noble Phantasms he'd seen, though it certainly was his preferred armament for sabotage and wearing the enemy down. "Was usually taught that a skilled hand could beat the best made bow, from what I've seen you've got a little bit of both master. Would you like to play around with it for a bit then?" He offered a small smile before unstrapping the crossbow from his wrist, it was small enough to be held by one arm certainly but would likely need support to handle to recoil from firing. Old magic dwelled within the armament though certainly very little if compared to an actual divine construct like the sash Fee had just shown off. "You're right that's pretty damn odd, seems like humanity is already in good hands at times." With that, the hunter started gathering up the assortment of blueprints he had been working on feeling like he had done enough work for the day. He certainly wished to make himself more useful, though felt like most servants preferred the head on approach rather than his usual method of sabotage and run. "Hmm? Training mostly, it seems a good amount of skills that I had in life aren't coming back to me as easily. So I've been putting in the leg work to try and catch up, think everyone would appreciate if I was at my prime. Though sheesh it's a lot of hard work, I don't get how some of the servants here still have enough energy to run off and fight in the simulator afterwards."

The girl rose her hand up to deny the offer. "While I appreciate the trust you show in me, Robin I can't accept. Mostly because I don't know how to use a Crossbow. I've always been more of a Bow person myself, I'm quite certain I'd look like a child without a clue as to what to do with it truthfully. Still, I do think it's a beautiful piece. Ultimately though a good archer can make do without fancy tools. Granted- do remember that your Saint Graph is still weakened by the summoning as well. The Chaldean systems aren't exactly... Perfect so to speak. I'm sure with enough time to regain your expertise and be able to keep up with them." As she listened to his comments however, Theano couldn't help but to chuckle. "Some people relax in different ways. A friendly spar is to many as good as relaxing by a book and having time to yourself. Granted, personally I enjoy casually practicing. Not trough spars but tests of accuracy. It's oddly relaxing to know you're able to hit a target reliably outside of your usual range." @Danni

"Oh, I just thought you wanted to take a closer look at the thing. Guess the Crossbow design didn't really stay too popular in the modern day though huh?" He shrugged before taking the strange looking crossbow back and setting it to the side for now, taking some small pride in her compliment at least. "Guess that doesn't make me a very good Archer if you consider poison and traps to be fancy tools," he said a little smug over his response despite the self-depreciating nature of it. He was proud of his skill truly, though it certainly didn't compare to some of the bigger greats here. Robin was at least very happy to hear his master shared that same passion for Archery, perhaps one of the few things this outlaw fell in love with during life. "You're telling me, think given time I should be the expert ambusher I was in life... Mmm but for now I'll just have to make do with what I've got." He was happy that he made his master chuckle at least, it was perhaps the first time he heard her laugh since being summoned. "Shooting does tend to take the stress off, was even able to set up a few fancy targets in the workshop to help train. Was going to show Paris down here tomorrow though hmm... perhaps we could do an early test. What do you say to a little competition master? Perhaps we can add some stakes if you'd like to make things a little more fun!" Well someone certainly had a gambling problem...

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

Having just recently left the summoning room, hopefully with their servant in tow. She didn't rightly know of Nobukatsu had followed her, as she had no real experience with this whole servant and familiar thing. However, she had decided to try and do the right thing. The proper thing was to own up to her mistakes and to try and fix them...and what else could she do than to try and find someone who could actually build or repair whatever strange doll like structure that Nobukatsu summoned. Which....she had destroyed.... She let out a soft sigh as she walked through the hallways. Her eyes didn't dart towards the names on the doors, nor the directions. Fujino over the years had gotten quite proficient with her Clairvoyance and as such didn't need to turn her head or shift her gaze to see where she was going. Turning right at the next corner she ended up at the workshop. She'd knock softly on the door. " Ehm...Excuse me, I require some assistance." She'd ask before she'd try and enter and greet whoever was in there, if there even was anyone in there.... @Shiki Nanaya @Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

There was an apparent knock on the door and thankfully there was someone that was here. Getting himself up from the counter and towards the room, a idle press of the button and the door slid open to the side. "Yosh!" There was the one that was currently using the area right now. Who dares disturb the crafter in their natural environment?! "What can I help you with?" The lady looks to be...a master? Maybe, she kinda gives of servant vibes with the spooky aura she has going on.

@Devanya @Shiki Nanaya

the young servant decided to let himself be seen, by materialising. It was clear tho, that something was amiss. He had... Soulless eyes, extremely depressed looks and... Was doing his best to not look her master in the eyes. In his hand, a broken doll, twisted into a mess of scraps. "...here...." Without saying much, with a tiny voice, Nobukatsu shower off his... Doll? Made of steel? And why did it look like a certain Maou??? In any case, Nobukatsu was showing it, hoping to have it fixed.

"Eh? What's this?" He wondered on seeing what looked to be a pretty messed up doll that looked like it was twisted up from something. "Such dead looking eyes though.." Monta commented probably talking on the servant proper but for now he took out his screwdriver and and used it so that the doll can be mended as he hand back to his crafting bench

@Shiki Nanaya

Two times in a row... Two times in a row was this servant crying. Still, now they were tears of joy. "waaaah.... Its.... Its..... alive again!"

@Devanya @Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

Fujino knew that she didn't have to strongest of communication skills, as such she would wait to see if her servant would show themselves. They did so, and when presenting the doll to the person from the workshop, they managed to fix it with surprising ease! Fujino raised her hands to her mouth. "Oh dear! That was incredible." She spoke out, thoroughly impressed. Seeing her servant now cry tears of joy, did free up her conscious... "Thank you sir." Fujino spoke out as she bowed her head a little, " I appreciate your help in this matter. Is there someway that we can repay you?"

@Shiki Nanaya @Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"Oh..It's living.." He said as he saw the doll become animated once more as he continued to mend it up for any issues and faults. Eventually he would be done as he looked at it a bit more. "This did not take too much time from what I was done, So I don't think payment is really needed for this." He said to the master as he handed the item back to her.

"Y-yeah... I'm sorry for... looking like this. A CERTAIN SOMEONE, whom I won't name, decided it would be a nice prank to bend to death a part of my own soul... The only thing I made so close to my sister..." "Still, I think I need to figure out a way to... Fix it myself. Can't be always bother you, Mr... What was your name again? Sorry I was so... caught in the moment, I may have not heard your name... I'm Nobukatsu Oda, Brother of the Demon Lord Nobunaga Oda."

Linger... Watch. Study. The next while Theano spent in the workshop, her eyes going over the various books and tomes. The shards. The blood... The gift left for her. She had spent enough time among the mages of the Clocktower with Sourd as well as Monta to understand how this process worked. This did not mean she was any less hesitant with the process. The brilliant blade, shattered... It reminded her of her Scarf and how it used to be. While normally she'd ask for help in this process she did not feel it was appropriate. This was entrusted to her after all, not someone else. The tinge of perfectionism and immaculate care within Theano to see this process trough was something that would almost come to consume her... Almost. After a long while of her studies, she had finally finished the plan... There was not enough material in order to make the sword anew, the shards of metal were lost to history. While she could forge it into a shortsword- it was not her style. No, it was never the style of the Amazons. While it was the blade of Rome- Blade of Lucius... He told her to make the best use of it she could. As such...

7:19 PM

Pommel to be made into a connector- the base of the spearhead. The shards melted down together and put into a sharp blade at the top. The leftover bone dust to be intertwined with the shaft- she did not have much of it left but it should be enough to effectively conduct mana. For the rest of the shaft... She paused, after hours spent in the workshop she finally looked around. Reaching for copper and tin. She was not certain of how it would work but she knew of the weapons of the gods. The material itself was not always necessarily magical... So perhaps... Cutting her hand open, she'd mix her own blood with the copper and tin. Magical energies imbued into the shaft, divinity and blood both to act as conductors for her. She was not an expert on magical theory but in combination with the bone dust... Yes- that should work. Handle of Bronze. Head of Blessed Blade- Florent and the decorative eye at the hilt of the weapon. An eye normally reserved for a precious crystal made from a blood crystal currently left forming to the side. She had already begun the process- however slow and careful it had been.

7:19 PM

. . . This would take a while. She'd need to ask for advice but... She knew she could do it. Sooner or later.

7:20 PM

". . . Florent won't do. It won't be the same weapon."

7:22 PM

Pausing for a short moment, she stared into the blood crystal and hummed... "Florentia. If Florent was the Flowering sword, it shall be the Blossoming Spear. "

7:23 PM

With that... She got to work.

". . ." Bandaging up her wounds once again and casting a healing spell, she slowly but surely looked up. Taking hold of the gem, she carefully slotted it into the slot she specifically left for it during the process... . . . A new blossom has sprung. To carry it to carve out the future... Heh... I'll dedicate my first Dead Apostle kill to you, Lucius.