Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

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

As the multitudes of lines were chanted, the runic inscription in the center of the room began to grow, pulsating with new found magical energy, soon it began condensing, to become visible to that of the naked eye, it layered itself upon each other until a rough outline of a feminine humanoid figure had been formed, then… A blinding golden brilliance filled the room, before abruptly dimming down as fast as it came, soon it simply illuminated the figure of the girl, her features becoming more and more defined with each passing second. From the flowing lengths of her hair, to her flawless porcelain skin that held a vigorous natural luster, until… A pair of piercing crimson eyes fluttered open. For a girl dressed in nothing but a thin piece of fabric that covers her privates, she emanated a regal aura that demanded submission, her gaze hard and cold, her eyes like that of a unrefined ruby with jagged edges, she walked into the room, a hand by her hips with her head tilted to the side, closely inspecting the one in the room with an arrogant glare and a mocking smirk. A girl who screamed promiscuous at first glance, yet an aura that froze and stifled any remarks a person may have, she was… A goddess, both literally and figuratively, she was the central goddess of Mesopotamia, regarded as the Mistress of the Heaven, she was Ishtar. A cold voice befitting of her standing broke the dead silence of the room. "Having now graced you with my divine presence, how come you've yet to grovel before me, lowly mortal?" "Though, it wouldn't come off much of a surprise knowing the ignorance of your race… especially for this era." A low chuckle could be heard at the end, it seemed she wasn't as cynical and cold as she appeared at first glance, though her gaze remained steady as she stared at his figure intently, enough to coat any normal man's back with cold sweat. (edited)

An eyebrow raised at the familiar woman in a thin fabric that he had summoned. His arms were crossed, with his right hand slightly revealed to show that his 3 command seals were faded, showing that they had been used. He had snow-white hair that didn't go past his neck and was wearing a long red coat that had the cheat area revealed showing he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it. Along with his coat, he had some basic pants and shoes that came with the Chaldean Uniform. Strapped to his back was a longsword that had magical energy inside of it, on his hip was a sword hilt that had no blade on it but like the longsword, had magical energy inside of it. "You... Your that woman that proclaimed she was a goddess and contributed to that cave collapsing!" He locked eyes with Ishtar waiting for a response to his claim, while it was true Ishtar had contributed to the cave Collapsing, Nagato didn't think it mattered that much. He and his servants got out of there ~~Even though one of them left him soon after.~~ "Didn't think I would summon someone that was already summoned, do you remember that by the way?" He asked curiously if she remembered the last time she was summoned, if not he would have to get her up to speed on everything. A grin grew on his face when she mentioned he should be groveling. "Oh, sorry Miss goddess I'll fix my mistake right now." His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke those words, as he stepped forward and gave her a small smirk and bowed a little, his hand extended out in front Of him while his arm was on his back. "Master Candidate, Nagato. A mixed-blood Oni, and the one that summoned you this time. Hope we can get along well."

As he spoke, she looked upon him with a condescending look, even taking the chance while he's speaking to summon her bow before her, resting her head leisurely upon its beam with her arms folded and legs perched; it was obvious she didn't take him as much. A blink, two blinks, she looked confused, though she recalled attending a couple missions a while back, none of them had included this particular half oni, or so she thought; yet it seemed that he had seen her while she acted as reinforcements for them. A visible twitch later, from his words, it was obvious that he didn't believe in her godly status, it was infuriating for a mere mortal to question her divine authority, and furthermore, he had blamed the collapse of the cave on her; it looks as if she must take this master down a few notches. "I am a divine spirit, goddess of meso, mortal ignorance grows at an astounding rate with each passing era, I am Ishtar, though you may refer to me as goddess if you so wish." "As for the matter of the collapsed cave, I'm afraid you were mistaken, truly another sign of human ignorance… I've evacuated the cave long before it collapsed in order to chase the hound, unless my pursuit had indirectly caused the collapse, I did nothing of the sort." A mercy she had granted him already for not directly vaporizing him for his disrespect, even humbling herself in the process, yet he still dares to remain defiant before here, that was simply incurring a impending disaster. "I've gone masterless, for that you may consider this an invaluable chance in your pitiful mortal life to have me stand before you." A regal facade she holds, yet under the cold gaze, her lips were curved ever slightly in amusement, she elevated herself slightly in the air, dangling her flawless legs over the beam as she leisurely rested her head against her oversized longbow in leisure. "I'm sure we'll get along very well~" *A way of punishment for his defiance, she pointed her feet as she gestu

11:02 PM

red to the ground, looking toward him with a sweet smile.* "I see it's time we form our contract, down will you so we may began?~"

His eyebrow raised upon seeing the bow appear while he spoke, what a strange weapon but he remembered how she used it during the mission so he knew it was powerful. Although, that condescending look on her face ticked him off, reminded him of someone he had met when he had first awoken, though he was a lot stronger now than he was back then he still knew better than to pick a fight with a servant, especially ranged servants. Masters as well. "Ishtar, huh? Yeah, I remember you from that mission you shot and destroyed the wall the separated the hound from us. You put a little too much power into it but you did injury him to the point he ran away. Although I think he was hunted down, I haven't exactly been keeping up with what's been happening recently after that but that'll change soon enough." As to if he believed her divine status, of course, he did. This was Chaldea, the last hope of humanity and they summoned servants to help save humanity. They had divine spirits walking around as if it was a regular Tuesday. "Also, don't get used to me calling you goddess, it's not my style. Of course, I'll give you the respect you deserve and all. Just don't expect me to worship you as in this day and age people barely know your name if they aren't some history nerd. I'm lucky enough to have heard about you before." He watched as she elevated herself up into the air and held her feet up towards him. He starred at her feet then back up at her with an eyebrow raised, did she want him to kiss her feet? There was no way in hell he was doing that. "What? Do you want a foot massage or something? I can ask around to see if we have someone that specializes in massages if you want but that'll be after we contract, so can you give me I'm your hand? Or did you want me to form the contract using your foot? Cause goddess or not I'm not doing that. No disrespect but I don't got a feet fetish, sorry."

A fine piece of art her divine construct was, it wielded immense power and was a symbol of her divine authority, her enemies would cower in fear at the sight of the bow whom many had fallen to, capable of instantly vaporizing those before her if she so desired. Though, that is not to say the goddess relies fully upon her construct, to even wield the weapon one must possess exceptional strength, and even without the aid of her longbow, she’s still able to raze her enemies to the ground with her myriad of strengths. “I see… I must’ve contributed to the collapse of the cavern by blowing out one of it’s supports I presume. A mistake of mine, though it seems everything went well despite the collapse, seeing how you’re still in one piece.” In current circumstances, many divine spirits has been summoned to aid in the restoration of human order, but that is not to say they’re common, in the rather large populace of servants, divine spirits were rather scarce and highly sought over, that’s not even mentioning the goddess’s exceptionally high divinity that few divine spirits could even come remotely close to. “I expect nothing more from the ignorant humans of the era…” Ishtar shook her head and sighed, as people strayed further from the golden age, gods have become obsolete to the point of simply being nothing else beside fun myths and legends told by storytellers to entertain the crowd, far from what it’s like within the golden era of man. “Nonetheless, I demand you show your fealty, in turn I shall grant you my services and strength far past the boundaries of that of man, it'd be a fool's act to reject such an offer.”

5:01 PM

The goddess held a patronizing smile to her lips, her hands clasped behind her head, leaving her a leg dangling enticingly in the air, her ruby eyes holding a mischievous glint within; though back within the ages of gods, such act truly was one of honor; many men would scramble before her with the appearance of her being, swearing their loyalty to her in hopes of her favor. (edited)

Nagato, you find yourself suddenly filled with a new found strength, allowing you to pull the goddess down from her high seat of power with relative ease, if you wish to do so.

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"Yeah, everything turned out fine so no worries about any stupid grudges. We're cool." He waved off the idea of him even being mad at what happened in the cave, he wasn't petty enough to be mad unless someone died in that cave collapse ~~which to be fair he and his servants also did~~. "Can't do anything about it but remind them of just who you are and show them that they should worship you. As your summoner, I'll support whatever you want to do so long as it doesn't cause trouble for humanity." Nagato wouldn't care if Ishtar tried to make people worship her, she was a goddess after all. As the one that summoned her, he would support her in almost everything she might want to do. Well, almost everything. His eyebrow twitched as she demanded that he show fealty to Ishtar by foot kissing. Did she not hear him when he said he wasn't into feet? He sighed as he grabbed her foot and began to lower himself down to her foot until he was inches away from it. Right as he was about to make contact he leaned back up and pulled Ishtar down by her foot. Thanks to his Oni strength, he brought Ishtar down in his arm. He wasn't rude enough to throw her into the ground, although if the feet trend continues... "Your goddess and all, I respect that but I'm not into feet, if you made the offer with your hand I'd be more willing to comply but ain't no way I'm kissing your feet. Now, do you want to try again with your hand?" He gave the offer to Ishtar, he had made it apparent that he wasn't going to kiss her feet and she would have to accept that. He wondered how much trouble he was about to be in for his little stunt, she didn't seem like the type to simply let what just happened, go.

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A typical trait among most goddesses share in common is their exceptional ability to hold grudges for the longest of times, she wasn't excluded from the list who possess such, though with the influences from her vessel, such trait had been toned down to a degree. “I've already tried to, but it seems that the mortal of this era is not only exceptionally ignorant but also as dense as metal.” The goddess rolled her eyes, replying in exasperation and a contemptuous tone. A obvious remark directed toward him, it wasn't difficult to understand what she implied by her words, she had done all he had mentioned, yet he still stood tall and proud before her with no intention of bowing before her anytime soon, did the mortals of this era all held such stuck up pride or was he simply a special case in the world. A single pull brought her down from the heaven, her eyes shot open first in surprise, then rage, yet as she tried to resist, she found that his strength had overpowered her to a large degree, a strange feeling brewed in her heart, wasn't this halfblood simply too powerful…

10:03 PM

Resistance served no avail to the halfblood's strength, she was abruptly brought down, expecting to fall directly upon the hard floors, she closed her eyes tightly, accepting her fate and bracing for the humiliation that is to come, yet instead of impact; she fell directly into the comforts of his arms. As the goddess opened her crimson eyes, their gaze met momentarily, she felt her face burn and flush in humiliation, she looked away with complex emotions, an mixture of humility, fury, and gratitude strangely enough. As the realization settled that she was still within his arms, the goddess quickly leapt out, her feet landing gracefully upon the floors, she stared to the ground with a face burning with embarrassment, twitching. When she finally turned toward him, her lips were curved into a pout with tears in the corner of her eyes; a severe contrast to her earlier cold, and regal appearance. “I- I'm going to beat you up, how dare you t-touch a goddess-!” As such, the goddess unexpectedly pounced forward with great speeds, bringing her arms around his waist as she tackled him to the ground with great ferocity. (edited)

He watched as her face shot through a mixture of emotions, he enjoyed bringing Ishtar down from her throne. He watched as she leapt out of his arms away from him, her face burning red with embarrassment while he stood there with a smile on his face. A comically sweatdrop appeared on the back of his head as Ishtar's face became teary-eyed with a pout on her face. It was... Adorable in a weird way. A total one-eighty to regal appearance she had before. "Uh... I'm sorry? Plus you did want me ro kiss your feet which would be me touching you in a way so..." He wasn't wrong with what he said, she was very persistent on the feet kissing which would have been him touching her. He opened his mouth to speak only to stop to as she tried to tackle him to the ground. Keyword, tried. He stood rooted to the stop he was standing at like a tree, his eyes looked down at the goddess that now had her arms around his waist. "...you uh... You having fun there?" An amused smile was on his face as he spoke to Ishtar, this was quite the interesting goddess. He wondered if she often acted like this or was this just a special occasion.

A flustered mess she was now due to his actions, especially now that she had even failed to tackle him to the ground, her hair was slightly ruffled and messy, her face held a pinkish hue as her gem cut eyes stared at begrudgingly with tears threatening to flow, her hands had been balled to a fist as she began to rain down a flurry of quick blows in a single succession upon his toned chest, though there wasn’t enough force to harm him, it was enough for it to be a mild discomfort. “I- you.. s-shut up!” A voice now filled with humiliation and uncertainty greeted his ears, she was honestly lost for words, having no clue at all on how to get herself out of this embarrassing dilemma whilst still retaining her honor and appearance as a goddess, although the former part has for the most part already vanished and now replaced with disgrace and humiliation. As such, seeing how there’s no other way to resolve this whilst retaining her image, she decided what’s a better way than to beat the memory of such a shameful event out of his skull, with brute force. Now, the goddess tensed her legs, bending her knees slightly, she grabbed ahold of his arms with a deathly grip, before lunging to the side slightly in a attempt to flip him to the ground, if such acts were successful, the goddess would take the chance to give her potential master a beating of his life, pouncing upon his prone self before beginning a onslaught of slaps to his face. In truth, she felt slightly guilty for her actions, but she had no other options left for her except to beat her master until he could no longer recall the scene, seeing her master’s earlier display of strength, she decided to use the entirety of her strength in her blows, she couldn’t risk allowing him a chance to recover, afterall if he does, she’ll be in a entirely new world of screwed; plus she was sure that the healers would be able to patch him up as if nothing had happened all along.

8:27 PM

“I’m sorry… you’ve seen too much, master-...”

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"uh... Sorry?" The situation was getting more and more... Pathetic? Was that the right word to use for this situation? He couldn't tell and honestly, he felt like he needed to do something to fix this situation. Her pride was already damaged it seemed, so he couldn't let it get damaged even more. Her fists beating against his chest on such a weak fashion, it was pitiful and he was responsible for bringing this side out. Ishtar was going to be a handful but in for a penny, in for a pound they say. "Hey, uh Ishtar... I won't speak of this incident so let's just go ok?" Were all goddesses unique like this? Or was this just Ishtar? He hoped that she would recover from this cause she'd probably lose all chances of gaining followers if people ever saw her like this. He didn't know how to fix this situation as he had just summoned Ishtar and he had no idea how to deal with the crimson-eyed goddess. "You can tell me about the days back when you weren't a servant. Ya know when you were worshipped and all that. I can even tell you about the few stories I have, some involve me getting my ass kicked." Made sure to avoid saying her glory days as that made her sound old and despite what he might have you think, he's not that dumb. He learned from experience, don't make a woman feel old or call he old. He was gonna say something but was caught by surprise by the goddess flipping him to the ground, he would have resisted but he felt like it would damage her pride even more than it is if he did resist. The onslaught of slaps did surprise him though but he summed it up to her needing to get it out of her system. So Nagato took the onslaught of slaps from Ishtar until she decided to stop or it reached a point where he needed to stop her. ~~roll to hit and damage~~

Pot | Eres, Medb, Ishtar

Cannot cast spell!

You don't have enough level 5 slots left! Use -l <level> to cast at a different level, !g lr to take a long rest, or -i to ignore spell slots!

Spell Slots

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7:09 AM

Ishtar casts Holy Weapon!

Effect

You imbue a weapon you touch with holy power. Until the spell ends, the weapon emits bright light in a 30-foot radius and dim light for an additional 30 feet. In addition, weapon attacks made with it deal an extra 2d8 radiant damage on a hit. If the weapon isn't already a magic weapon, it becomes one for the duration. As a bonus action on your turn, you can dismiss this spell and cause the weapon to emit a burst of radiance. Each creature of your choice that you can see within 30 feet of you must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, a creature takes 4d8 radiant damage, and it is blinded for 1 minute. On a successful save, a creature takes half as much damage and isn't blinded. At the end of each of its turns, a blinded creature can make a Constitution saving throw, ending the effect on itself on a success.

Spell Slots

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A series of slap was brought down upon his face, leaving multiple red hand marks across his cheeks, though beside that, her new master seems unfazed by her actions, nonchalant even as he simply laid there, staring into her eyes much to her embarrassment and guilt. Now, after spending a couple of minutes smacking her master, she felt slightly spent, her heartbeat and breathing felt erratic, even the palms of her hands were red and stinging from the constant impact against flesh, worst of all, her master still looked perfectly fine. “Y-you… stupid-... jerk, w-what are you even made of, uaawahh, why won't you go down already…!” A flesh of steel, his nonchalance served to further her humiliation, her pout grew with each passing second as a lone tear began trailing down the side of her face, the perfect image of a regal goddess now completely shattered by her humiliating display, she paused, wiping away the tears in her eyes, averting her gaze to the side, as she mumbled a slight apology out of guilt before her hands began to glow with a translucent golden sheen of light. “I’m sorry, forgive me… master-” As such, she hardened her gaze, clenching her hands tightly in a fist, before raining down a multitudes of punches upon his face without the slightest hint of mercy, though she felt remorseful for her actions, she didn't hold back at all, the impact knocking his head in several direction with each fist, hopefully this would be enough to knock her master out cold with no recollection of her antics, else she'd truly be out of options to rid herself of her humiliation.

Ishtar attacks with a 3 Unarmed Attack!

Attack 1

To Hit: 1d20 (18) + 10 = 28 Damage: 1 + 5 [bludgeoning] + 2d8 (8, 2) [radiant] = 16

Attack 2

To Hit: 1d20 (4) + 10 = 14 Damage: 1 + 5 [bludgeoning] + 2d8 (8, 4) [radiant] = 18

Attack 3

To Hit: 1d20 (20) + 10 = 30 Damage (CRIT!): 1 + 5 [bludgeoning] + 4d8 (5, 5, 5, 2) [radiant] = 23

Attack 4

To Hit: 1d20 (11) + 10 = 21 Damage: 1 + 5 [bludgeoning] + 2d8 (1, 1) [radiant] = 8

Total Damage

65

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Nagato: 114/130 (-16)

9:38 AM

Nagato: 91/130 (-23)

9:38 AM

Nagato: 83/130 (-8)

He simply laid there taking the series of slaps to his face, it didn't really faze him now. If this had happened back when he had first woken up from his cryosleep then the slaps problem would have been more effective. Hopefully, this had helped her calm down? He responded by shrugging his shoulders to Ishtar's question about what he was made of. "I don't know, I just trained a lot. I can't be weak after all, what type of image would you have if you got summoned by a weak master?" He had tried to at least let her vent her frustration and it had only seemed to serve to make the situation worse. How to salvage this before it gets worse? Wait, was her hands glowing? "Sorry for wha-" He was cut off as Ishtar delivered a rain of punches to his face. While not being the most well-trained punch the damage was coming from the radiant energy coming from her fists. Upon contact with Nagato's body, Ishtar could feel her hands getting burned with each hit she landed. Even though the onslaught of punches he was still up, but this time he was injured and it was visible.

11:41 AM

"You know you're only making all this worse right?" What has this situation turned into? Well, she had thrown how many hits by now? It was only fair if he fought back, right? Now, how to do it is the question? "Those were some decent punches and that power of yours is pretty strong but... It'll take more than that to put me down!" Using his strength he pushed Ishtar back and got up on his feet with his hand at the ready in a fighting position before... "Let's continue this in the training room, shall we? I'd put that prideful look back on your face while we go there." There was a multitude of reasons why he was moving to the training room, the main reason being so Ishtar wouldn't get in trouble for her actions. He then moved out of the summoning room and made his way towards the training room. Hopefully, Ishtar would pick up on why he was moving there. He chuckled as he imagined himself handling this situation in the past, past Nagato would have probably been out after those punches. Probably would have punched back too. Well, he was gonna do that anyway, just in the virtual room.

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You’d think after smacking someone many times directly to the head would’ve been enough to knock any typical man out cold, or in the very least obtain some degree of satisfaction from the act, unfortunately for the goddess, her master was no normal man and she didn’t obtain even the slightest amount of contentment after beating her master black and blue, but instead she was left with multiple stinging burns among her knuckles whom she hadn’t notice until now after the adrealeline wore off. Now, she was out of breath, heaving heavily, her chest rising with every breath, before contacting along her exhales, smacking someone for a couple minutes straight isn’t a easy task, her knuckles were even smoking after pummeling his face for a extended period of time, it wasn’t a pleasant experience or sensation to experience especially after the surge of adrenaline came to a end. Though, after taking a quick break, she lifted her hands and prepared to continue smacking him, that was until she felt his coarse hands around her waist, picking her up effortlessly from his stomach before placing her to the side, she froze, feeling another wave of humiliation crash through her. A thousand thoughts, and emotions raced through her mind, taking no notice of his words as she began to mentally collapse, her perfect image of a goddess, gone, her dignity, gone, her crimson eyes dulling to a dirty red as she saw her master leave the room, had he finally decided he had enough of her petty, childish antics, she had never meant for things to turn out such ways…

3:56 PM

At her weakest moments, thoughts such as these crept upon her, she rolled to the side, bringing her legs to her chest as she brought her arms over them in a fetal position, her hair was sprawled wide on the ground, disheveled and a mess, she looked toward the summoning circle in the center, her eyes lifeless and dull, a lone tear streaked down her face. As a goddess, and a prideful person, she had disgraced herself horribly, humiliated herself, she knew this would be a moment that would haunt the rest of her being for the times she would spend here… if so, why not simply end it now…? A dangerous thought, yet how appealing it was, she reached a hand out to the summoning circle, tempted to allow herself to disappear within the confines of this realm, all it would require was a single thought, to end her being.

He stopped when he didn't hear any footsteps behind him, he turned around and was greeted to an empty hallway. He walked back to the Summoning room where he had summoned Ishtar and peaked his head in. Nagato felt bad that it seemed like every one of his actions seemed to have hurt Ishtar's pride. Prideful people were a hassle to deal with but Nagato himself had moments were he was prideful. He let of a mental sigh in his head as he stepped inside the summoning and closed the door. No one could bear witness to his servant like this. He made his way over to Ishtar and sat down next to her, taking the hand she was reaching out to the summoning circle with into his. While having her hand in his hand he made sure to seal the contract between in the process. After that he did nothing but stare at Ishtar for awhile before he reached over and plucked her up off the ground. "A goddess doesn't belong on the floor ya know. You're supposed to be floating in the air, graceful and elegant, a goddess of beauty. Ishtar, an archer class servant, my servant." A small smile was on his face as he spoke to Ishtar trying to reignite the pride that was in her as a goddess. He has caused her to disgrace herself and was now in this state because of him. He brought up the hand he was holding and planted a kiss onto it. "Like I said earlier, I won't kiss your feet but this will do right?" He hated seeing people down like this, especially if he's the one that caused them to get like this in the first place. It made him feel like piece of shit. He hoped this was enough to have Ishtar bounce back from this but one could only hope. If this didn't work he wouldn't know what to do, he wasn't an expert on how to deal with people let alone Goddesses. He was only doing what he thought would fix it and hoping it would work. Nagato could be nice at times and this was one of those moments where he was being nice.

A light self deprecating smile appeared upon her face as multiple tears streamed down her cheeks, she seemed to have accepted her fate, closing her eyes, her hands inching toward the summoning circle, trembling erratically. In truth, she didn’t wish to leave this world just yet, she wished to travel upon the stars, to explore the vast worlds of different times, yet… those were simply wishful thoughts, her master had left her, given her up, her dignity and image ruined, what was there to even live for…? Yet, the moment of hesitation had saved her, in the nick of time, the master whom she had believed to have given up on her, had unknowingly came by her side, clasping his coarse hands over hers, he quickly formed the contract between them, the command seals flickering to life, signifying the establishment of their bonds, the goddess stared at him with dumbfounded tears ridden eyes, holding complicated emotions that words alone cannot express in her gaze, a myriads of feelings, but above all… happiness, and hope. “I-... m-mhn…” Now, she wiped away her tears, she gave him a nod and a mumble of understanding, to be frank, she was quite lost for words at the turns of events this time around… but she felt grateful that it did. “E-eh…?! w-what are you doing…! Y-you… you… sniffles b-baka!” As one who was still trying to rein in her various rampant emotions, she wasn’t exactly ready for an unexpected kiss upon her hands, but… it did feel rather pleasant… yep, something has definitely gone wrong with her, how could she ever admit a mortal’s kiss to be nice, such acts were beneath her status of divinity… as such, the goddess decided it’d be best to seclude herself in a quiet place to rearrange her thoughts and emotions, but before she did… the goddess hugged him. “... Thank you…”

4:10 PM

A act whom she’ll regret for the rest of her being, now, she decided that it was best for her to leave before she dug herself into a deeper hole, the goddess averted her gaze, her lips to a pout, she pulled away her embrace before sprinting toward the exit with increasingly degrees of embarrassment. “I-It’s not because I like you, y-you got that?!”

He didn't say anything after his actions and just watched the goddess go through the array of emotions. He was happy that she wiped away her tears, does this mean he had succeeded? He laughed upon being called a baka, this wasn't the time he was called that but under these circumstances? This was definitely a first for Nagato. "I'm only doing what I wanted to do, hope you don't mind that." He was caught off guard by the hug from Ishtar, he didn't expect her to hug him at all. When was the last time he even received a hug? It had been far too long since his last one, he had forgotten what it was like to be hugged. "Don't mention it, Ishtar. Are you familiar with the halls of chaldea from your last visit? I can show you around if you need it." He blinked at her last statement, that line sounded so familiar but Nagato couldn't recall where it was from? He was thinking of the typical Tsundere trope but couldn't recall its name. He put it aside for now, he would research this if it happened more often. "Well, my room is in the master dormitory, you should be able to find it easily. If you need something just swing on by or use our mental connection to talk to me. Oh also, Chaldea is having a simulation up and running soon, it's supposed to be a break for all the Masters. I plan on stopping by it sooner or later, let me know if you want to go with me." He had heard rumors about the simulation this time and it sounded like it would be enjoyable to go visit. He hoped that he could go with Ishtar and Poe to enjoy the simulation. Although Ishtar might need better clothing if the simulation simulates the cold.

“I'll t-think about it… it's for the upcoming holiday you humans call christmas, right...?” A wondrous night of festivities whom mortals spend their time celebrating with their loved ones by giving gifts… she felt a blush crept her cheeks, her ears flushing red, though the goddess would love to spend the holiday with her newly acquainted master, she'll never personally admit it, and first and foremost, there's a problem, she doesn't have a gift. A problem whom she'll spend many sleepless nights upon, that is until she'll suddenly reach enlightenment, what's a better gift than herself- no, not in the literal sense, she'd commission someone to carve a mini figurine of her and give it to her master, it was simply perfect. As the goddess was about to exit the room, she froze abruptly midstep, almost tripping over herself in the process, luckily she caught herself in the end but her confusion did not subside, she held a incredulous expression, her brows furrowed in bewilderment. “M-master!” “I sensed a… very familiar presence just now, excuse me… I must see if she's… actually here…” As such, the goddess apologized, before walking out of the room to the halls, following the familiar magical energy to trace her approximate location, her hands clenched tightly with mixed emotions, there couldn't be such a timely coincidence… or has the Mistress of Kur truly descended upon the same plane as her near the exact time as well… (edited)

"Yep, it's pretty fun around this time of year." He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in response to Ishtar excusing herself. Seems someone she knew was here? That must be nice? Hopefully, Ishtar and this person would get along. Maybe he could meet them at a later date but for now Ishtar seemed to be in a hurry so he would let her go and meet this person without him. "It's fine go meet this person but don't cause any trouble. I'll see ya around Ishtar." He gave a small wave as she walked out the room into the hallway to find this person she was looking for. He lowered his arm and once Ishtar was gone and most likely out of hearing range, he let out a sigh. "That was probably the most eventful contracting I've ever done. Hopefully, Things go well. Well anyways I guess I should get fixed up." Soon he left the room going to his room to get himself fixed up from Ishtar's outburst.

Dominic decided to make an attempt to summon an additional Servant for this Singularity. It seemed like it was going to be harder with more difficult monsters around, and additional compatriots to fight on missions would be useful. He started with his usual summoning circle with the inscribed numerals to call forth a spirit and bind it, followed by a slow chant in binary as the numbers flow and his magecraft begins to pour mana into the ritual, the numbers slowly floating up and forming into a sphere around the summoning location that the Servant would appear in. He really didn't particularly care who showed up, so he just simply let the FATE system handle the rest of the bulk as he stepped back. Orochi had taught him not to bother with the bonding tattoo, so he hadn't even bothered brining his alchemy supplies this time

12:21 AM

@Angelic

Inside the sphere, a human form made of light slowly took shape, slender and tall. When her silhouette became whole, the light disappeared, revealing a young woman in a ballerina's outfit. Where her feet should be, there's instead a pair of impossibly tall high heels that look more like weapons than shoes. "Alter Ego of pleasure, Meltryllis," she introduces herself, her light voice carrying a mixture of amusement and condescension. "Even though being around humans disgusts me, I chose to answer your call. You should feel honored."

Meltryllis

@StarryCleric

Dominic scoffs a bit as the servant materializes, well this one had an attitude. Well its better than the other mad dog he had, this one can speak words. Orochi also had an attitude but could be worked with reliably. If this one decides to act up too much and be a problem, he could always pass it off to some other master thirsty for a female servant. Now then, her name... "Ah an Alter Ego... well Meltryllis, what are you a composition of? Your name itself doesn't tell me much, and while I could just pull up your file, better to hear it from your own mouth and see how much you embellish yourself." He crossed his arms and leaned back against a machine, clearly waiting to see what sort of grandiose ego she will show off. "And what a coincidence, I'm not a people person either."

@Angelic

"Composition? What a disgraceful term. The reason I'm an Alter Ego is because I'm humanity's natural enemy." Melt's lips curve into a pleased grin. "I don't feel like explaining myself to you, but for the sake of our contract, I'll tell you the names of the three goddesses I carry inside me. Artemis, Saraswati and Leviathan." She eyes him like a predator would its prey. "If you want to find out more, feel free to leer at my file. Voyeurism is a common occurence in the filthy realm of men."

@StarryCleric

"Leviathan... a Goddess.... Yea sure, whatever you say 'humanity's natural enemy', we have an actual enemy to the whole of the Human Order to deal with. Maybe if we are lucky, we can get you on that level too. And if you keep watching me like that, I might blush, yet you were the one calling me a voyeur." He says in a semi-mocking tone as he pulls up her file to get a better look at her stats "Ah, lacking in Strength but capable agility. Decent skills overall... Blood type O, and your three sizes are..." Dominic says in a teasing voice

@Angelic

"I see. You're the cynical type." Melt's grin disappears. She steps closer, closing the distance between them. "Your pathetic attempt of getting under my skin is entertaining. Please, continue. Insult me more, human. If you go far enough, I might just liquify you here and now." When she's mere inches from his face, she turns away. "Either way, I respect our contract for now, no matter how screwed up your personality is. So, go ahead and do what a Master is supposed to. Take me somewhere I can absorb EXP and become stronger."

@StarryCleric

Dom smiles a bit and chuckles "If you liquify me now, you will simply get unsummoned. And honestly, if you can't handle my verbal jabs without killing me, you must have terrible self control. I'm already contracted to two Berserker Servants. Don't think threatening to kill me will do anything other than give me a laugh. Until you have real flesh and blood, you are still just a Servant who can vanish at anytime with little warning" Dom said, his last words coated with heavy venom, clearly not fully being directed at Melt, but more at his previous Servant who decided to leave him twice with no notice "And no, you won't be going into the singularity immediately. You are a freshly Summoned Servant, your capabilities are not going to be up to par with the others just yet. At least get some training started so you can maybe reach half the power of some of those who have been around longer than you. The scouts who are checking out the singularity will find us a base point that we can rayshift into, but until then use the Virtual Training Room. Play nice and I'll keep funding you for your training. Be a bitch to deal with and you will be stuck using your own earned currency if you can even gather any on your own." Dom says as he flips through the device and sends his new Servant some starting currency so she may get started on her training immediately "Lets work well together Meltyllis. Oh and my name is Dominic, not like you really care, but better to know it in case someone requires to know who your Master is."

@Angelic

"That's a good expression," Melt comments aloud, watching her new Master. "You might be a Master that suits me after all." That's right. This is much better. Compared to the kindness the Master in the Lunar Sea showed her, this kind of disdain is how a person like her is supposed to be treated. "I'll be off then." Melt moves to leave the summoning room.

Dom waves her off and heads out himself. He needed to pester a Merlin to assist with making his dragon bigger.... That sounds worse than he realized in his head but regardless, he had his own training to do. He will check up on Melt later to make sure she wasn't causing trouble and was properly improving herself.

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Aya finally arrives in the summoning room with a soft sigh. Scared though not too afraid. She was scared of finally once more summoning a servant, as she was about to get ready for being sent into the Singularity. It was the fear of the idea of failing once more and being unable to answer to the calls of her duty. But she was no ordinary magus. She was of the Church, she was the one who struck the Dead Apostle Ancestor and helped Chaldea survived in their very first day. She nods her head. "It's time. I am the Sacred Flames of Revelations. I am the granter of judgement and the slayer of evil. One that stands between evil and good, and once that stands between Mystery and Humanity. I was born in the darkness of the night with only a spark of fire, but now I stand upon the struggle of life and succession. And so I grant you this duty with me, oh hero of the great past. I am Ayame of the Great Holy Church. And I summon you to fight with me."**

@NoLongerdEd

As the girl finish her chanting aria, the Summoning Circle infront of her would glow red as pillar of flames would burst out from it. The room would be dyed with the colour of red from the flames as Aya could feel the temperature gradually rising, not that she's affected as much with the blood flowing inside her. A few minute would pass as Aya could see what seemed to be a figure are standing in the middle of the bonfire.

Placing their foot forward, Aya would notice a sandal appeared from the curtain of flames before the flame slowly dissipate away. There, the executor could see it;a girl in a clad splint armor that had eastern motif on it. Along with her armor, are her long silky silver white hair that's revealed toward the master candidate. Opening her eyes, Aya could see the girl inferno red eyes are staring at her rather intensely.

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"I, Archer of Inferno, have answered your call of warfare." Her voice snaps the executor back to reality with how authoritative she sounds. The figure that's standing before Aya seems to be someone who's experience in battle and wars;a soldier to be exact.

( @Ma|Resur|Anastasia|King| C )

Aya watches the servant introduces themselves. In awe with the fiery summoning, which just fits her style, she stared at them for a good while before perking up once more and shyly taking a step back, lowering her head while she scratches her cheek. "U-uhm. Hello. Hi.... I'm Aya." She replied awkwardly as if she had lost all her confidence from her earlier summoning. Biting her lips, she refused to look at the Archer.

@NoLongerdEd

Noticing the stuttering in Aya greeting, the soldier would soften her expression as she smiles, now looking much more friendlier as she slightly turn her head down to face rhe executor due to the small height difference. "Aya is it? May I ask if you're the Master of this soldier?"

@Ma|Resur|Anastasia|King| C

She stiffened as her named was called, but she had to grab her will back to herself and ignore the fact that she's uncomfortable. As a Master of Chaldea and a member of the church, this was a duty she insists on keeping on. In the memory of those who had died as well. "Hmn. Yes. I have summoned you... May I ask for your true name?"

@NoLongerdEd

Upon being asked of her name, she hesitate for a moment. She saw the horn on her master and the connection to her could already tell that her master is a Oni just like her, albeit her blood isn't as strong as Tomoe. "My true name....I'm sorry Master, but I can't disclose that to you at the moment. Forgive my rudeness, but perhaps when the time is right, I would be able to tell you my name. But for now, please just call me Archer of Inferno, or just Inferno Archer." In the end, the girl didn't told her master of her true name, but perhaps in the future, she would br able to.

@Ma|Resur|Anastasia|King| C

"Ah- I see..." She said as she looked down once more. But she shook her head. Instead of wallowing about it, she continued on to the next topic. "Okay, Archer. I will be sent out to a next mission. Will you join me?"

@NoLongerdEd

("No" :gudako: )

3:20 AM

"I've been summoned for a warfare, of course I will follow you into a mission Master. I shall be under your care then." Bowing her head to Aya, Tomoe smiles as she nods at her request. If she couldn't tell her master her real name, this is atleast a way she could compensate for it.

@Ma|Resur|Anastasia|King| C

"Hmng... I've already reserved us some enchantments. Let's take our leave immediately." Aya stated as she slightly smiles back before turning her back and walking in front of the door.

@NoLongerdEd

"Very well, I'll make sure to show my use in battle!" Following closely behind her, Tomoe would exit the room along with her master.

"Mhm."

Lilith still in chaldea for she didn't know if she should join everyone in germany, for she was rather weak decided to look into what her servants were doing. Using the telepathic link that comes from just Lilith summoning them, but for some reason. The only ones she could see, were 2. Sheba, Nito? Where was the knight, even if she was terrified of the girl. She at least needed to keep her servants happy, and alive. So she continued trying, not getting any singular response from lartoria. Was her magic resistance, negating it? Surely not, right? Right? So Lilith of course, started to panic. Was this gonna be the second time an artoria could of died. MAYBE SHES ALREADY DEAD!? No, that can't possible. But she had to check, with worry going through her entire body. Lilith rushed down the halls of chaldea. Passing by everyone in a cold sweat before finally reaching the door that she had summoned Artoria previously. And there she opened it before looking at the circle and pointing at it with her palm before speaking, venting slightly. "I am not sure, if you are dead. Nor are you alive Artoria, I know. I'm not the best person in the world, but please hear me. I may not be the best person, strongest, or the most talented person. But, I know that if there's anything that I do. I wish for my servants to be alright, so I don't know if you are.... Alright, but I'm doing this. Just in case, I can't see you. So please, if you are in that void. Please reach out to my hand and grab it. Our story, shouldn't have to end like this! You haven't seen the beauty of the new world!" Lilith said in a shout as her eyes started to swell up, was it fear of the knights reaction was gonna be. Or was it that Lilith, was actually shooken. Terrified that she couldn't had saved her. @[unintelligible sub noises] (Mlem

there’s no response, only silence in the room as Lilith feels the contract SNAP! being broken, she died. LArtoria has been defeated in battle, and the wall of the fallen would poster her last words in battle as she did suffer, it’s not that she doesn’t wanna come back. She’s, … just a bit exhausted. Maybe she’s not ready to come out. This void shall serve as silent recollection for her mind to linger about her mistakes and problems, maybe it’s better like this. After all, she wouldn’t be able to help with much, Lilith would attempt to summon the same servant, but until some other time, she seems to be unable to, LArtoria doesn’t respond. She’d although summon someone else- [feel free to use this as the next summon scene you do]

@Price Diaz

*Unfortunately for the master, her beloved servant LArtoria wasn’t available, and so she summoned someone else instead. Going through each step, providing the necessary component and speaking the necessary words, she summoned the dark-skinner Saber, Lakshmi Bai. The former queen gives her master a bow,then looking up to her. I am Lakshmi Bai. If there is an unjust invasion ongoing, allow me to do my utmost best to assist you in stopping it.”

@Soth

Lilith hoping to see the heavily armored knight would become quite confused as she saw the blinding lights clear away to reveal a rather different person. Not entirely a different person as Lilith had summoned another dark skinned servant. She had all powerful melanin on her side now but nevertheless. Lilith gave a bow too with a rather confused look before she spoke. "uhhhh Hello there Lakshmi. I will warn you if so, but no need to bow to me miss. I wish for us to have a mutually beneficial relationship, not one where you're just a mere servant. Unless you're a beserker, though you don't seem like one. they need that treatment." Lilith says with a chuckle

"As you say, Master, although I still very much appreciate your summoning of me, and I can assure you that I am sane." she nods, standing up straight

@Soth

"Yeah, I'm happy I haven't summoned a beserker. I don't want to die as soon as I use up all my command seals..... But you're welcome! Now, chaldea should of given you all the info we need for the space around us. So for now, good luck!" Lilith said with a small smile before opening the door for Lakshmi!

@Soth ~~I have no clue on the info she mentioned~~

11:24 AM

also ping me :(

Sorry, uhhh let's see. It's just the layout of chaldea, and where you're supposed to live and all dat

“Alright, master. And you don’t have any initial requests? I would be more than happy to aid you.” the lady replies

@Soth

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Alright. One more time. Veronique enters the summoning room. With Lyta and Ortlinde gone.. She needs to keep on doing her work as a Master and summon Servants. So she stands there, taking a deep breath. By this point she's perfectly memorized the summoning chant. There will be no fuck ups today. @[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu Holding her hand out, she begins chanting...

Once the chanting was done, a figure would appear. She would have same clothing, shield and even a similar spear in hand. But their were some difference, she had pink hair and her facial expression was a more happy one. "Allow me to formally introduce myself: I'm Valkyrie, Hildr. Master please do take good care of me."

@Vormal/Asstolfo/Morban/Sword/Cat

"..Yes..! My name is Veronique Otrerum Nicolo, but please just call me Vee for short if you prefer that..! Or, Veronica." She's summoned yet another Servant. That's good, she hasn't lost her ability to do so.. "Er, are you related to.. another Valkyrie, with Black Hair?"

"A pleasure to meet you Veronica. You seem to have a warrior spirit in you." said Hildr as she decided to give her master a bit of praise after taking a second to inspect her. "Ortlinde, yes, we are both Valkyries and we share the same spirit origin. In time, we may be able to redefine our spirit origin so that she can be summoned again. She tells me that she has high praises for you."

"A-ah..?" So.. Ortlinde is in there..? "That would be.. Great! Er, I'm glad. Thank you." Why is she thanking the Servant? She's not sure either. "Er.. I'll be looking forwards to working with you..! I'll be doing my best to not hold you back in the field, of course."

"Since we share a spirit origin so our memories are shared. If Ortlinde does come back, she will remember everything that I did." said Hildr as she then let out a small giggle as she heard her master response. "You fought well before and you seem to be constantly growing, I am sure you will perform well on the field of battle!"

"..I will definetly be doing my best. Er, I'm glad that she's not lost. If it wasn't for my inability to stop that thing she wouldn't have had to sacrifice herself.."

"Their were a number of servants and heroes their, even the one she loved, Lucius who she considered a hero among heroes. None of them were strong enough to defeat that thing. Do not blame yourself for that."

"..Yeah, you're right." Well, Veronica definetly could have been less useless in that battle either way. She even lost her Pegasus. "Well.. Er, let's do our best in the upcoming singularity."

The young Magus entered into the summoning chamber for a second time after returning from their mission to locate the director and defeat a Demon Pillar, after the battle, she decided it would be a good idea to summon another servant in order to cover up her and her servant's weakness in close quarter fights ~~And hoping that the new servant would be able to actually fight undead.~~ "Okay it's just like last time, I can do this!" Phem said as she placed three Rainbow coloured crystals into the middle of the circle "Now all I have to do is step back and begin the Summoning chant." Phem took a deep breath as she stepped back and raised her right hand to the circle as she began her chant

"I call forth into time

To heroes of legend

Through wishes crystallized

One of the individual

One of the collective

And one of civilization

These are the final wishes of humanity.

As I stand upon the infallible boundary, before the brink of its destruction,

Take form from legend, armed to fight once more.

From the collapse, we will forge a path.

And from that path, we will carve a future.

Thou art I

And I am thou

And through me, you embody will.

To those written into legend, of Heroes and Villains,

from Men, from Kings, from Gods.

To those who hail to heed the call

Come forth in duty, from desire, under will.

Phem' closed her eyes as the room filled with bright light from the ritual as it began the summoning process @Dagger

As the bright lights of the summoning fade, a figure is left in their place. The heroic spirit who came forth to answer the call of the master, a certain lancer class servant from the lands of Ireland. Notably, he seems to already be kneeling down, with his head bowed. What a polite man. "I am the first spear of the knights of Fianna, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. I have heard your call, and will serve as your spear instead." And with those final words, the man looks up from his position. @Sophie, Mary, Nito, Gorgon, Boud

Phem opened her eyes as the lights from the summoning faded looking at the servant she summoned, politely greeting them "its a pleasure to meet your Sir Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, my name is Phem Charlette Osmeone-Djehuti. Thank you for answering my call and accepting me as your Master." She said with a smile She was caught off guard by how different he was from her last servant @Sanson | Diarmuid | Dagger (edited)

The servant raises himself from the ground at her words. Thought with the ease at which he does it it’s rather clear it’s a motion he’s very familiar with. “It is my pleasure as well, Lady Osmeone-Djehuti. As your servant I promise to serve you as best as I am able. I swear this upon my honor as a knight.”

"O-Oh t-thank you Lord Duibhne, I'll make sure to do well as your Lord so I don't disappoint you." Phem was happy that her servant was less cold then White Rider and stared at lancer before continuing "Oh s-sorry I-is it alright with you if I was call you Diarmuid for short?"

@Dagger

“If that is your wish, I have no reason to object, Lady Osmeone-Djehuti. I’ll make sure I don’t disappoint you as well.” The way she’s reacting to him… His love spot isn’t already causing trouble, is it? He’ll put it out of mind for now, but…

"Thank you Diarmuid let's both do our best then!" Phem said while smiling to Diarmuid, she was happy to have a polite servant who she could trust "Oh umm, I'm free for the rest if the day, so if you'd like I can show you around Chaldea? J-just so you can get familiar with it..."

“If you would be willing to, I’d appreciate it greatly.” As long as she doesn’t have anything else she needs to worry about like she says, at least. He wouldn’t want to burden her when she has other things she needs to do, after all. “Where will we be visiting first?”

She stopped for a moment before figuring out where to go first "I know we can go to the Virtual battle simulator first and then Cafeteria, how does that sound?"

“A battle simulator, you say?” That would be a good place to test his abilities compared to the other servants… And perhaps even improve his own skill in the process. “That sounds lovely. Please, lead the way.”

“Let’s not waste anytime then! Follow me and I’ll show you where it is.” Phem made her way towards the door and waited for Diarmuid

Time to follow the master to the simulator

"Yosh. I call upon a servant to help me out!" Behold Monta, long time crafter, long time master, recent capable combat spellcaster l, and yet still the same as before he hasn't changed too much since he started this. Maybe it was a good thing. "To protect and defend humanity to wield your power and slay all that wishes to harm Chaldea and the remains of humanity!"

as the circle brightens up, he feels the mana get drained from his body and into the summoning ritual. The blue bright light fills up the room with power as he can see a silhouette of a figure. Her hand having a flag... as the light dissipates into the air. There is left a women clad in black armor with a cape "Hello, my master..." she said, with a hint of annoyance "I am Jeanne d'Arc, Avenger Class."

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

"Jeanne?" He blinked a few times on the sight of a somewhat familiar looking servant..but it wasn't the one that was already out and about so another one! He didn't think too hard on it. "Yosh, I am your master you may call me Monta. Thanks for answering my call." He looked happy.

(Sorry at work >~<)

(it is fine)

she looks at him, her eyes shifting up and down his body "You seem to be a fine candidate to be my master, yes." she said before her the point of her flag, the tip of it at his throat, the jagged end pilfered some blood from the top of his skin "Though, are you going to be loyal to my cause? And vow to never betray me." she commanded

@Crafter/Flower/Illya/Dad/Oni

He let out a small 'ack' when she pricked him and drew blood from his neck. "I don't even know what your cause is! But you answered my call for help, Thank you." Look at him thanking The spooky saint..he continued on. "I don't have a reason to betray you, and I'll do my best to help you reach your peak!"

@Kouhai |Echo|ArcMC|Maou|Musashi

Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach started a thread. 2022-06-04 5:49 PM

Entering the summoning room and moving up to an open console, Wiltrud stared idly at it for a few seconds before starting the process. Admittedly, she wasn't that invested, contracting servants was just part of her current job and she had the one she'd look to keep already, but work calls and she figured more manpower would help her chances, as the big final outing was coming or so she heard. With that in mind, the mercenary watched as the circle roared into action, the usual blue light filling the room...

(@ArbyOrNotToBe Van it is ~~gonna settle this now before I get insecure again~~)

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9:11 PM

(well, and supposing nothing comes up in picking her up again ahah-)

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~~”Oh boy, here we go again”~~

~~"You stay quiet or I'll take the misanthropic dragon again"~~

~~”NO WILTRUD!, NOT HER! SHE’S PUTTING YOU IN DANGER! I’LL BE QUITE I’LL BE QUITE I PROMISE!”~~ HimeCry

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(~~and this is part of why I'll just pass on Vort lmao~~)

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As the blue flash of light covers the room, Wiltrud could hear strikes of small sparks. Fizzing in the air. Then with a loud boom, the light slowly disappears. Then in the center, a large mist covers a large portion of the summoning room. The mist had occupied many parts of the room, even Wiltrud would end up standing in it. It was hard to look around and see what the results were to her summoning but soon, she finds her answer. Through the mist that has gathered, she'd look up and find these two big, glowing blue eyes staring right at her. The servant's silhouette was faint but Wiltrud can see that the servant is much bigger than many that have been summoned in the past. Much, much bigger. It looks like she has summoned a beast-like creature rather than a humanoid. "Owooooooooo!" Like the loud boom Wiltrud had heard earlier during the summoning ritual, her ears would be blasted by the sound of a powerful wolf's howl. Probably echoing down the halls of Chaldea. Said howl was also strong enough to make the mist quickly disperse. Allowing Wiltrud to see the very servant she had summoned. Standing where the magic circle once was is this 16-foot tall wolf. It's very much like a Phantasmal Beast with its appearance. Its fur blue and white. There were even some ice and frost on its body. The room's temperature dropping with the presence of this magnificent beast. It'd just look down at the little human, its expression blank. One other thing Wiltrud would note is that there seems to be three different chains wrapped around her. These chains seem to be weakening the wolf as they are tied very tightly around the beast. Though the Rider does not seem to be bothered by it. When it makes eye contact with you, the wolf only greets you with its icy glare and silence.

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8:35 PM

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

8:35 PM

"A wolf..." With Chaldea's security on call, not to mention her own Servant nearby and watching, Wiltrud simply studied the creature with a neutral look, before stepping forward, reviewing the new information she'd recieved. "Rider, Vánagandr, correct? We'll be working together, a pleasure to meet you. To cover formalities, I'm Wiltrud, muscle for hire and currently employed here as a...group leader, let's say. Your power and presence are obvious, looking forward to seeing what else comes of this contract~" Shivering slightly in the icy aura the giant wolf produced, she maintained composure and calmly met its silent cool gaze, showing a tested and firmed temperament. Putting out a hand, she let a light smirk appear. "I have a few questions, looking you over, but that will come with time and getting familiar with each other. For now, shall we shake hands to seal this introduction, then? And I'll show you around, but maybe you'll want to try some food first."

@ArbyOrNotToBe

The icy wolf sits still, barely able to move due to the small size of the room. If this Rider servant were to stand on all four of its legs, it could just hit the roof and make the entire room collapse. Vánagandr looks towards her master’s eyes and lets out a huff. She isn’t impressed by the person she’s been summoned by. In fact, Vánagandr simply wanted to leave and find itself a spot where it can rest all by herself. Though she won’t be able to accomplish such so soon. Especially since proper introductions are to be had. When Wiltrud finishes speaking, Vánagandr would reply through their telepathic link which has been forged by their Servant and Master contract uh. I am. There is no other wolf in history that matches my strength and appearance. The wolf glances around the room for a moment before shifting her attention back to Wiltrud. I’ve been here before. I still recall my time here. Though short, I already understand what you Chaldeans are like. Suddenly Vánagandr gets aggressive. Growling at Wiltrud and slamming her paws on the ground which makes the ground shake.

I am not a pet. Nor will I be so willing to turn myself into some mount. I am more than just some wolf. I am the Wolf of Ragnarok, the beast that consumed Odin!

She states with pride and confidence. But her temper slowly drops after letting this all out. Vánagandr returns to being this silent, stoic wolf.

11:46 PM

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

Nodding, Wiltrud backs up and makes a respectful if slightly exaggerated bow in response, merely impressed by the outburst. "Understood, I won't insult you with a waste of your time then. Speaking like this is still what I'm used to, but..."

I can adjust. No need to worry, I have no intention of treating you as less than your strength and name calls for. So, Wolf of Ragnarok, what do you want here first? A proper place to stay, perhaps.

@ArbyOrNotToBe

Yes. That would be nice. After Vánagandr says this, she’d lower her head and close her eyes. It looks like she’s focusing on some spell. Then not a moment later, Wiltrud can see Vánagandr glow and begin to shrink. The Wolf of Rangarok had shrunk her size to that of a normal wolf. Then be true to your word by showing me a place where I can rest. In this form, Wiltrud won’t see any chains on her. It’s like this is illusion magic of sorts. Vánagandr walks passed Wiltrud and looks around the room on the way to the exit doors.

12:14 AM

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

Following the wolf and opening the exit doors for her, Wiltrud considers each room and section she knows for potential suggestions. So you can adjust your size, convenient indeed if not surprising. As a guess, do you prefer colder places? Even as she sends that reply, she keeps pace, presumably headed to the central hallway.

@ArbyOrNotToBe

( shall we move to #〚🏡｜hallway-3 ? )

(sure)

Right... As she had mentioned... It was time for reinforcements.

7:01 PM

Panyika yandakamira pairi zvino
Munyika ino yandinoti musha wangu
Ndinotarisa kumashure
ndinodana madzitateguru angu
Nemweya yezvakarasika
Uye ndinovakumbira kuti vakwire kubva pavanozorora
Nzira yavo ngaive yakarurama vafambiswe neMhondoro yangu

Kana wanzwa kudanwa kwangu ndinokumbira kuti upindure
Izvi ndinopika kwamuri
Ini ndiri peji isina chinhu yaunofanira kunyora pairi
Sezvo muchindichengetedza nekunditungamirira ndinokura kuva munhu akakodzera
Uye ndichatonga pamusoro pezvakanaka nezvakaipa zvakafanana, hunhu hwevanhu
Kunzvimbo yevanomwe, nhamba yekukwana, ndinodana
Dambura ngetani dzako ukurumidze kuuya kwandiri
Ngano isingazivikanwe!

7:02 PM

The woman had once more closed her eyes, crying out into the empty room as she entered a plea to the Throne for something more, any more... ....But something was strange this time. The spirits that followed her around, the grudges of all that came before her in her family... ...They were chanting with her.

7:03 PM

@Baka | Olga, Theisoa

Normally, when a servant is summoned, a lightshow of ethereal prana dances about the room, showering the light in the colors of the rainbow as it hummed a silent song, signaling the commencement of the ritual. It would normally be a beautiful and incredible moment that served as an appropriate buildup to the summon, a display of colors not lacking in magnificence to the Northern Lights, awe-inspiring enough to be noted as something one could look forward to viewing just as much as the reveal of the summoned servant themselves. That didn't happen this time around. Instead of the fanfare that normally would commence, what came instead was an ominous atmosphere which draped across the room. Rather than the lights of Polaris, the darkness of the night sky blanketed the room. The pecularity of this ritual only became more evident, as the spirits that covered Enrica became irrate, their normally soft whispers and mutters gashing out in a harsh static-like voice. The voices only grew more erratic as the ritual continued, intones of crude laughter and whispers of curses in ancient languages began to slip between the static like chanting, only growing worse as it progressed. Harmless thoughts became hushed whispers, which gave way to angered voices. By the climax of the ritual, animalistic cries could be heard. Then, as the last word was spoken… it all abruptly ended. All the build-up to the summoning seemingly vanished without a trace.

....Well. That certainly wasn't a good sign. She took a sharp inhale and closed her eyes, letting out a long and slow exhale through pursed lips. She had a feeling this was going to happen eventually, it seemed she had run out of heroes that were willing to answer the call of someone like her. She held her lantern tight in her hand for comfort. "Let's see what has you all so angry..."

She was unnerved, but stood strong. Whatever came her way, she would face it. Even if it was possibly who she thought it might be... But there's no way that would ever be a heroic spirit. ....Then again, it could always hijack the system.

8:22 PM

@Baka | Olga, Theisoa

As Enrica tensed up… suddenly she would feel a hand clasp around her left shoulder.

She let out a sigh of relief. At least it was humanoid. Probably. She turned to face the hand.

As she turned, she would then come face to face with a… blank, black, blob. It stared at her, somehow, despite having no eyes or anything resembling a face… a few moments passed before Enrica got the impression that it somehow smirked, before the formless blank appearance of its face shifted away, as if it was a black mud... A few seconds later, she came face to face with a carbon, if not more unsettling copy of herself, with a wide grin plastered on its face. It then spoke in a rather crude manner. “Yo! Hot damn, I gotta say, that’s a rather impressive collection of grudges ya got there, not everyday you see someone with that much curses floating ‘round! Welll, it ain’t anything compared to myself, but that’s besides the point, ain’t it, master. So! What’s ya name, my dear unfortunate leash holder?”

The woman gave a bemused smile, crossing her arms as she examined her copy. So this is what she looked like from the outside, huh... She gave a bow to the servant, refined and respectful, before standing back up straight. "You can call me Lady Enrica. Or just Lady. Or just Enrica."

"Mm? Well, well, well, Lady Enrica, seems like I got quite the posh master over here! How very impressive!" 'Enrica' gave a quick walk around Enrica, observing and seemingly admiring here, before then giving a bow as soon as 'it' finished 'its' quip. "Well, as for me, heh. Name's Angra Mainyu, Servant Avenger, All the World's Evil, and best of all, weakest servant on the hero's throne! Yep, that's right, no need to thank your lucky stars! Truly, how impressive of you! To think you would manage to summon the weakest person in the wholedamned throne! Y'know, normally I'm the sorta last one chosen, the very bottom of even the lowest dredges sitting in that dusty old metaphorical barrel, so in a way, it really is quite impressive that you summoned me outta all the others, ya know? So congratulations!" 'Enrica' then thrust out 'it's arms, as if 'it' truly was congratulating Enrica- well, in a way, 'it' was, as long as you ignore 'its' infuriating smirk. (edited)

"Well. To say we aren't bordering on desperate right now would be a lie, but you're welcome aboard anyway. Even the weakest can grow to be strong around here." She chuckled at the shadow's antics, watching its emphatic movements with glinting eyes. Still, All the World's Evil... Similar to what she may have been thinking, but not exactly the same.

"Hm, to be optimistic at my summoning, gotta say, you truly must be quite desperate for every last scrap of manpower! It's kinda pitiful y'know, to think you proud humans managed to get dragged down so hard, you'd want even my help! Gahahaha! I almost have tears in my eyes!" The servant gave a rather crude laugh in response to Enrica's attempt at encouragement. (edited)

Ah, so he’s definitely one of the more eccentric types. Well, that’s no trouble. She could be firm if she needed to. “Well, I’m glad you answered at least, your assessment is correct. Humanity is in great danger, and we’re approaching the final battle.”

"Final battle, mm? So! Who's the lucky bastard who gets to pummel me to the ground this time 'round then?"

"That would be Solomon... The King of Mages, and his 72 Demon Gods."

"...Pft." Angra Mainyu began to snicker at the revelation. "Old Firsty..? So he's finally gotten outta his hidey hole and begun to spread his mercy... ehehehe... except you said final battle... final battle! Ehehehehe... ahahah... so, lemme guess, the lovestruck King of Mages nearly managed to annihilate you lovely little bastards, one step away from delivering the coup d'grace to your pitiful race... pfft. He must so pissed off right now... pissed, I tell you! Ahaha... HAHAHA! This is hilarious! All that talk! Oh, man, do you have records of when you found his identity... He must've been so close to snapping! GAHAHAHA!"

"......???????" Enrica is... Very confused. Jesse what the fuck are you talking about.

"Hahahah... heh. Man, that was a good laugh, definitely one of the best ones I've had. So then! Master! I suppose you got better things to do, eh? Where'd we off to? Help 'round this facility? Play some ball? Sacrifice a goat er' two to the pagan gods? I recommend the last one!"

"Well, I wouldn't mind sacrificing to hecate, but I was mostly intending on improving my summoning capabilities... That would be most beneficial to all my servants."

"Hm! People usually start screaming about morality and ethics when I talk about the last one, but you didn't, so that's one good point up for ya!" Angra Mainyu gave a thumbs up. "So, summoning time, eh? Oh, oh, I have an idea! How 'bout you keep killing and then summoning me over and over, till you feel like ya got the hang of it? That's sure to improve your abilities by leap and bounds! I'm sure of it!"

".....Hm. It could be interesting... But in the event you end up killing me, I can't be resummoned. Good thing we have a simulator."

"Pft, nahhh, weakest hero on the throne, remember? Even a toddler can wrestle me onto the ground! Well, hmm... actually, I'm not too sure 'bout that, but you get the idea."

Like a tree struck by lightning, something lights up in the summoning room. A bright flash covers it all for an instant, a furious blaze that brings with it... An Heroic Spirit. One that embodies an universal concept. The Incarnation of Rage was here.

3:53 PM

"Hah... Here I am, ready to fight some more."

1

3:54 PM

"..."

3:54 PM

Though.

3:54 PM

There's nobody here.

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3:55 PM

"..."

3:55 PM

"Are..."

"Are you SERIOUS?!"

"I just got a cool entrance and there's NOBODY TO FIGHT?!"

3:58 PM

"DAMNIT!" Now pissed off about that, the Archer leaves the summoning room like a seething flame.

Standing barely outside the hallway was a tall lean man in a leather dustcoat that went all the way down to his knees. He had light blonde hair and a soft enough face with no real sharp features apart from his slightly curved nose which supported his wire-framed glasses that had been broken and bent a fair amount of time. He would have looked like the typical scholar or professor of some academic institution, if not for the double-barrel slung over his shoulder and the pepperbox pistol he was currently spinning in his free right hand as he whistled a strange tune. He looked up. It would be hard not to notice a redhead giant of a man with muscles that told the professor he could easily be broken in half like a twig and who also was dragging with him a massive bronze wheel that seemed to serve as his weapon, as impractical as it was. He was also very loud. "I should hope there's no-one here to fight. A least no one willing to attempt to kill you," Van Helsing spoke, a chipped germanic accent with calculated undertones, "Would be quite a rude first impression."

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

"..." You could probably notice this smouldering man was burning within like an inferno that threatened to consume it all as well. Anyone with common sense could see this man had seen many bloody battles, and would hardly be pressured to be called wrong for thinking of him as a madman that would snap at the first thing that so much caught his attention on a wrath-fueled warpath.

8:11 AM

Yet. He seemed to calm down a bit. "Well shit, that's a disappointment. And I am to suppose you won't be a combatant then." He replied, on a much calmer tone. Though... No, it's not that he truly was calm. He just hid the rage, it continued to be set ablaze on the background. "I know I'm in... Chaldea it is? But I expected a whole bunch of suckers in here, not just you."

"So, who might ye be? I'm Ashwatthama, son of Drona. Might've heard of me, might've not, don't give much of a crap about it."

"Well, you would be lucky that I am not your current combatant. If we should partake in such senseless violence I'm sure the cleaning staff would take issue with me for the duration of my stay." he said as he continued to idly spin the pepperbox round and round with his hand, "Though I am glad you leave me out of the crude description of 'sucker' as you would say." Van Helsing's slightly looked up with the mention of the man's name before speaking in a clinical voice as if he was reading from a book, "Ashwatthama - otherwise known under the moniker of Drauni - ruler of what is now known as Northern Panchala within the Greater British Raj. Sided against the Pandavas on the Kaurava side in the mythological Kurukshetra War." He gave a final twirl to his pistol before slotting it into his holster. "At least if I recall my studies correctly in the Amsterdam Archives when I searched for records of the blood-suckers legacy." Van Helsing pushed his glasses further up his nose "I am Abraham Van Helsing, Doctor of Several Fields. I specialize in the area of hunting beasts and turned humans."

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

"Ah! You say you'll give me a run for my money? You must be good then. And you do know your facts." He takes more issue at the fact that you wouldn't fight him "Van Helsing or whatever then... Can't say I've heard much of you, but you've picked my interest now, and rather so when nobody else bothered to check on me now." "You kind of remind me of... Someone. Yeah." Van Helsing could probably start to see that the temperature around Ashwatthama started to increase, as if he realized a detail. "So, let me ask you this, where the hell is the rest of folks? I was told this was a place full of warriors! And I've spent too long without a good ol' fashioned fight that leaves me longing for even more!" What a bloodthirsty maniac.

"Temperature regulation of local environments and emotional input, interesting," Van Helsing absently noted out loud. "I wouldn't be so arrogant as to infer such a thing as able to 'give you a run for your money', Herr Ashwatthama," Van Helsing reached into his pocket, drawing his hand out to offer Ashwatthama an open cigarette package. He didn't smoke of course but always kept one on hand in case of situations like these, "For one we are in a hallway that is found wanting for major furniture and decorations, poor cover and improvised weapons. And secondly I'm standing right in front of a Servant that is proficient in close quarters combat. While I do have training it is a field I am inferior in. And thirdly and lastly, you're aware of me. If I wanted to challenge you in combat I would not here because this field of battle and time provides no significant advantage to me." "And as for the rest, they are currently operating in the field of combat. If you truly do desire to calm your choler with good old fashioned brute violence, I do suggest entering the field and killing a cultist or two."

11:01 AM

@Thunder - LS | ED | DO | HT

"Tch, yeah, you kind of remind me of Duryodhana's uncle. Always scheming, never facing the battle directly." Ashwatthama, however, knew he was in no position to say much other than that. Just thinking about it pissed him off though, so he would accept the cigarette, scraping it against his rough musculature to light it up... *Only to then swallow it whole. Munch. "Anyway- C'mon, where's your fighting spirit?! Aren't you too one of the warriors meant to save the world of something?! Geez. But cultists you say? You've picked my attention. So enlighten me if you, Van Helsing!' Smoke escaped his mouth, as if he were a dragon now. At least he had the courtesy to remember your name.

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

Sango after getting his ass beat by Naomi, the Omnyouji would walk into the summoning room feeling his body ache everywhere. He would his head, his arms, legs, back no place was spared. He would take a deep breath and get his materials ready. He was told he should summon a heroic spirit so he will do such to help him fit in and get more heroic spirits to help their cause. Sango would walk put his had towards the already set circle, took a deep breath and opened his Fairy Pattern. Having the magical energy within him flow through his body and come forth to bring a miracle. "I call forth through past, Upon Legends and Myths, Soul and Spirit solidified, A warrior of honor, A wielder of fate, and a being of power and compassion. I Sango Yami, Swear and Oath to be the vessel, My soul our bond my body the medium, and my being a weapon, Once you come forth, Your Will my destiny, and your word my powers. You Accept this then come forth!" Sango would say it all in the fairy language to hopefully give it more of a kick and higher magical output for a heroic spirit to acknowledge. He would wait there anxious but hopeful. @Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae

And something like a miracle did happen, a manifestation that technically should be impossible, yet- His magical output drew the attention of a certain person. Sango had influenced the results, perhaps, but not in the way he had expected... As the summoning process went on like usual, nearing the end, it was suddenly changed. The standard burst of light gave way to a rush of roaring flame, its tongues and swirls framing the one who now stood there. "To think I'd be summoned like this here... Wahaha! What a karmic thing. Very well, you there, who called me! The Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, Nobunaga Oda, has arrived. Watch and be sure to engrave my lifestyle in your soul!" "...That said, you look a bit familiar...?"

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11:42 PM

@Bofa

Sango would be pushed back a little due to the heat of the flames, he was used to a lot of temperatures from extreme cold to extreme heat but this was something different than what the texture could provide. He would for a moment be unable to look upon the servant, all he could hear was raging fires and them saying their true name. At this moment he would bow out of respect, still not knowing what they looked like but took their word. “I-I am surprised you remember me my lord it’s been centuries and all. It is an honor to see you once more.” He would look up slightly and then notice… Wait? Who is this..? He would sit up and look at her a little confused, to who this woman was and why she said she was Oda Nobunaga and the look of pure confusion would be clear on his face. @Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump Walking closer, the flames having died down, she studied the Master closely, scanning over him as she came to a stop right in front of Sango. "You remind me of...someone from that Yami clan? Hah, I suppose that helps explain why your call reached me. Even if I barely remember them myself... What's with that look, however? Did you know a different Nobunaga or something?"

Walking closer, the flames having died down, she studied the Master closely, scanning over him as she came to a stop right in front of Sango. "You remind me of...someone from that Yami clan? Hah, I suppose that helps explain why your call reached me. Even if I barely remember them myself... What's with that look, however? Did you know a different Nobunaga or something?"

@Maou Nobu - Base Form (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump “A different Nobunaga? Is that possible I thought there was only one great unifier.” He would scratch his chin with his index finger trying to make sense of this. “Well I am happy you remember my clan, they took pride in following you even after death my lord. I also guess that does make sense. My father saw you as a true ruler amongst men.”

“A different Nobunaga? Is that possible I thought there was only one great unifier.” He would scratch his chin with his index finger trying to make sense of this. “Well I am happy you remember my clan, they took pride in following you even after death my lord. I also guess that does make sense. My father saw you as a true ruler amongst men.”

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump "Yes and no. There is only one Nobunaga, but more likely than not you'll see how things are soon enough." She scanned the room, humming curiously. "Did they, now? I wonder how much pride they showed to Akechi and any who came after... Regardless, are you declaring yourself as my vassal?"

"Yes and no. There is only one Nobunaga, but more likely than not you'll see how things are soon enough." She scanned the room, humming curiously. "Did they, now? I wonder how much pride they showed to Akechi and any who came after... Regardless, are you declaring yourself as my vassal?"

@Maou Nobu - Base Form (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump “Is that so? Well I hope to understand what you meant in due time.” He replied. “Oh I would not know my lord, I was taken before your death but I suppose they might have. Yes, I did declare to be your vessel and medium. I hope you do not mind such a declaration my lord.”

“Is that so? Well I hope to understand what you meant in due time.” He replied. “Oh I would not know my lord, I was taken before your death but I suppose they might have. Yes, I did declare to be your vessel and medium. I hope you do not mind such a declaration my lord.”

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump She focuses right on him, visibly confused. "You...what? What year am I in...and what is this place, then? For that matter, what do you mean by 'taken', exactly?"

"Oh, right me saying such a thing so casually can bring confusion. I was born at the time you reign, however before anything else happened I was taken by a Omnyouji who was like a foster father to me and trained me in a Texture disconnected from time and this world. I then left ad now I came back into this time." He would remember the time he left the texture and was amazed by the changes "Japan has changed through the years. apparently we are more technologically advanced in the whole world, however it is still corrupt and isolated but I think they can be more open."

"Interesting... Well, your story is, anyway. So the country hasn't really changed much..." Nobunaga shrugs "But I'm here now, might be difficult to do anything about it. That can't be helped! So, tell me more about current technology..." She starts to walk toward the door, waving for Sango to follow.

He would walk to the door as to his lord's command. He was still not used to this since this one was way different from the one he knew. "Oh well you can learn a lot from this facility, this is the height of technology but not like this Japan is booming. We produce these things called Anime which is viewed worldwide, we make amazing food, can travel faster than horseback, we have also these rectangular metal boxed that dispense food and drinks called a vending machine, a lot more. However there was an event years ago that happened to japan that might make you more upset than I was when I heard of it."

Nodding as she walked, stopping by the door as if she expected Sango to open it for her, Nobunaga whirled back to look sharply at him in response to the last statement. "Your place isn't to decide what I should or shouldn't know. And that event was...?"

Maou Nobu - Base Form

Nodding as she walked, stopping by the door as if she expected Sango to open it for her, Nobunaga whirled back to look sharply at him in response to the last statement. "Your place isn't to decide what I should or shouldn't know. And that event was...?"

Oh shit I didn’t see this! I’m so sorry

“Ahh, My apologies. It was an event known as the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.” He would quickly go to the door and open it to her like a butler. “There was a global War, and Japan was at the moment, was not on the greatest end of it. Then the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Japan.” His mood went from worried on upsetting lord Nobunaga to sad, hearing of that event still brings him great grief even if Japan was on the wrong side at the time.

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

“Ahh, My apologies. It was an event known as the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.” He would quickly go to the door and open it to her like a butler. “There was a global War, and Japan was at the moment, was not on the greatest end of it. Then the United States dropped an atomic bomb on Japan.” His mood went from worried on upsetting lord Nobunaga to sad, hearing of that event still brings him great grief even if Japan was on the wrong side at the time.

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump "Hm... I know of Nagasaki alone, and yet I can't imagine why it would be a target of this 'atomic bomb'. Did it grow in importance over the years? That aside, from what you say, afterward, Japan recovered once more. How did this global war start and end?" Even as they continued to talk, Nobunaga kept walking out to the hallway once the door was opened, her pace brisk but steady.

"Hm... I know of Nagasaki alone, and yet I can't imagine why it would be a target of this 'atomic bomb'. Did it grow in importance over the years? That aside, from what you say, afterward, Japan recovered once more. How did this global war start and end?" Even as they continued to talk, Nobunaga kept walking out to the hallway once the door was opened, her pace brisk but steady.

@Maou Nobu - Base Form (@Fox/Wilt/[pending]/Wu/Lae) - jump The magus would follow along side his lord, keeping pace with her. “I believe so, the war started when the Germans had their own regiment and government then went in a mass genocide. Japan along with Italy joined them however there were more against the Germans than with. Soon enough the allied nations defeated the Germans. There were millions of lives lost during that global war but afterwards people rebuild and strive the fix this world.” It was kind of funny and odd that the young Omnyouji was giving a history lessons to a legend in history.

(moving to #〚🏡｜hallway-2 ) (edited)

“Holy Father, I pray for Your divine protection; let it be evident in every area of my life. I declare that no weapon formed against me will prosper and I will refute every tongue that accuses me. This is the heritage of being Your servant, and this is my vindication from You. Thank You in advance for ensuring that I will not be harmed by the adversary who prowls around like a roaring lion seeking whom he may kill or destroy. Amen. Isaiah 54:17 & 1 Peter 5:8.” Finishing her prayer for purification of this summoning room, Caren stood up from kneeling to begin sprinkling holy water on the premises. From her understanding, a manner of questionable familiars is summoned in this here room, including demons and monsters. With her genetic disease, the priestess indeed felt a lingering demonic presence from the previous servant birthed here. Honestly, Chaldea cannot even clean after themselves… let alone establish a place of worship. All these church agents and even some Servants from different faiths cannot even petition for a sacred place? To ask the Lord for his protection and power, yet not even erect a house in His name… Just what are her brethren doing here? By the time Caren finished her internal grumbling, the summoning room had been sanctified and erased of the tinge of demons. Sighing as she felt understaffed despite the number of her kin, the priestess turned around and threw open the hallway door in juxtaposition to her stoic expression. Yet, she did not take a step forward. For a downward glance revealed a manger cradling a child in it as if straight out of the tale of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ. Caren immediately slammed the door back shut. Then threw it open once more to check if her dull golden eyes were serving her correctly. It could not be! Have—Has the Lord impregnated me!? The divine intervention! Jumping to a wild conclusion, the priestess nudged the cradle with her foot to test if the person inside of it was alive or not. A

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lthough Chaldea was a nest for magi, Caren could not imagine a staff stooping so low by elaborately pranking her like this. Unsurprisingly, when a phenomenon is unexplainable for a holy woman like herself, the answers must then lie in the realm of the Heavens. Alas, she was none the wiser of the similarities between a summoning incantation and prayer. After all, the divine protection and insurance she prayed for were right in front of her!

@Danni

Honestly, if Caren were trying to actually summon a servant this really wasn't a proper way to go about it at all. Though it seemed the Throne somehow messed up and took the prayer of purification that was meant to cleanse the room as the priestess calling for someone to protect her. What came out of this was quite the abnormal servant to match the rather abnormal summoning. Seeming to blend the woman's own beliefs with the individual nature of this spirit, a small cradle was left within the middle of the room. The sounds of sheep could be heard but certainly none could be seen. "Baa baa black sheep--" A voice sang from the cradle, the scene would fit rather well into a horror movie though perhaps that matched this particular master better. When Caren approached the cradle however, she wouldn't find a child under the covers but rather a book rather thin but full of a colorful illustration on the top. Though the oddities had yet to cease as when the exorcist kicked the cradle, the back of her right hand would singe lightly. Not the searing pain detecting a demonic presence would bring, but rather like having it tapped by warm needles as three distinct marks would appear. "Have you any wool?---" The voice continued though it wasn't clear where from, though the cradle and the scene started to fade the book itself continued to float in midair. Certainly this would be an unsettling scene for most, but what was it for this servant of the Holy Father?

@Nommyuks

It… can talk? Rather than be mortified by the idiosyncratic turn of events, an oddly warm chuckle first answered the bleating coming from the cradle. Truly, this is no ordinary child if it is already able to speak. In other words, the priestess was getting more and more convinced that the phenomenon before her must be related to God’s will in some way or the other. At least, that’s what she hoped for until unfurling the ‘child’ from their blanket, revealing a book instead. Before she could inspect the suspicious grimoire, Caren nearly dropped it upon the sudden sensation on the back of her hand. Indeed, initially suspecting the pain to come from a nearby demonic possession, her eyes widened at this mark on her hand. Nay, instead of a Master’s command seal, Caren concluded— “—My… stigmata?” Instead, the holy woman got reminded of the marks that appeared on her during her baptism. Therefore— “—Another sign by God, is it?” Despite the welling in her chest over this divine revelation, the doll-like priestess exteriorly reacted nonchalant and stoic as ever. Just as she did in the past, Caren concluded that she was chosen for another mission by her holy Father, inspecting the seals with zealous curiosity. Therefore, this was just yet another job for her—a part of her fate. So, at the random request, she did not bat a single eyelash at it. “That I do, my child. Are you cold? Then bask in your Mother’s warmth.” Coincidentally, Caren did possess wool. Wool coated the rosary in her pocket, reaching for it and unwrapping it so she could merely wear it around her neck for convenience. Unsurprisingly, the cloth is blessed. And so with God’s protection in it, she offered it to the… book. Firstly readorning the grimoire with the blanket it came in, the blissfully ignorant Master then doubled the layers with her scarlet cloth. Curiously, out of an eccentric whim, she dressed the book like an infant, exposing the upper half of the cover as if it were a face.

@Danni

Strangely the sounds of the echoing Nursery Rhyme stooped abruptly along with the noises of distant sheep. As Caren wrapped the cloth and wool around the strange book like a loving mother, it would suddenly stop levitating and drop directly into her hands. The magic presence was still there certainly, but currently there was nothing to show for it. An experienced master or any other servant would be able to detect their presence of course, but to the naked eye it merely looked like the priestess was holding a brand new copy of Alice in Wonderland like a mother would a newborn. The book itself didn't respond to this, at least not in any way out of the ordinary making the whole situation look somehow weirder to any passerby unfortunate enough to witness this bizarre scene. Though since Caren was a rather sensitive human being both physically and spiritually, she might have noticed the occasional vibration going on under the various layers of blankets. Perhaps the novel itself was a little irritated its new owner was fondling it rather than reading the pages and enjoying the story within. "...." No there was no need to give up this game, she was at the advantage and wanted to see who exactly her new master was. Though perhaps she should've taken the form of a more religious work if this reaction was anything to go by...

@Nommyuks

Unfortunately for the Servant, they chose a Master that did not even intend to become one in the first place. Undeniably, Caren was a Master in the past, but she never had Command Seals and so did not recognize the mark of one on her hand right now. To make matters worse, this devilish woman was masking whether she was playing along with or just ignorant of the Servant's game. “It appears that the angels have ceased speaking to me, so that means my judgment is correct.” Making that decision herself while staring right through the book, Caren proceeded to do what she wanted as a way of teasing the Servant trying to contract with her in a roundabout way. After all, the manger disappearing right before her very eyes was a giveaway that she was likely dealing with magics of some kind. And the levitation, of course. From her experience, magi here in Chaldea often employed more practical magecraft for destruction or support since they were humanity’s defenders. So, to dabble in arcane trickery and games like this felt more aligned with a wretched Servant. Fortunately for the Caster, the very fact that this was not an obvious religious picture book enticed the priestess to peek inside. In the Master’s mind, there was likely to be guidance by the angels in the novel on what she should do next or take away from this divine message. “Do not worry. I will not abandon you halfway through, my little lamb. After all, to be your guide is the role I have assigned myself.” An unapologetically snarky smirk while looking down on the book as if self-declaring her victory in this game of cat-and-mouse by outwitting the trickster, triggering the trap consciously rather than being led into it. That is just the kind of insufferable woman Caren Hortensia was.

@Danni

@Nommyuks

The book was suddenly still in Caren's deceptively gentle hands, the servant would've had a bad gut feeling about this though she lacked any kind of organ in the first place. Perhaps it was time to simply play it safe after her rather grandiose summoning, Caster certainly wasn't subtle about that little act of hers. It came as no surprise then that the sadistic priestess had caught onto this little game, so perhaps she could introduce herself later. Instead she merely basked in Caren's warmth, somehow able to feel her new master despite the fact she was currently in the form of an inanimate object. Her words though were quite strange, she was a book wasn't she? Not some lost lamb that needed a Shepard to guide her out of harm's way, this was quite the strange master for her indeed all things considered. Despite the servant's confusion she'd stay silent, pulling off this book stunt near perfectly. Though a wave of excitement hit her as she felt her form opening up and revealing the contents inside. A wave of joy hit the servant as the master went to a random page and-- “Who are you?” said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, Sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.” “What do you mean by that?” said the Cater-- (Carroll, Alice in Wonderland Chapter 5). Perhaps this really was just a random copy of Lewis Carroll's magnum opus after all and the priestess was just losing her mind...

Fortunately for the shy Servant, Caren was a woman of her word even if she often liked twisting her words for fun. Truths were still truths, and she spoke only them. After all, Caren was an artist herself—a performance artist, her tool of choice the organ. She knew how frustrating and offensive it is to have an audience not sit through the performance in its entirety. That is why she humored this Servant’s theatrics to this extent, even if it’s in a different way than they likely expected. So, with nary a change in her expression, she continued to enjoy the story told. After all, given her strict and sheltered upbringing, Caren never got to enjoy conventional youthful pleasures like fun picture books. Therefore, this was her first time even looking through one. Patiently, Caren flipped through books with a tender touch that respected the art not just in the story but also in the material delivering the said story. A performer should take care of their instrument, after all. “I see. An ambiguous existence, is it? There is no shame in that; to be so malleable can be envious, even. A magical, fantastical wonder that you are.” And to further reflect her sensitive and considerate nature beneath her twisted exterior, Caren even invested herself further in the tale by not just adding commentary but also her participation. Given the earlier teasing, this was almost like her providing aftercare. “’ What do you mean by that?’” said Caren the Caterpillar as she rhythmically turned pages to the flow of the story to support a natural conversation with the book, finally walking out of and away from the summoning room as to not awkwardly block the doorway reading. (edited)

@Danni

( moving to #〚🏡｜hallway-2 ~ )

The idol entered and stretched for a bit, having made her way back to Chaldea in order to help out around the base some. Though when it came down to it she would like to have a second servant helping her out again. So she made her way to the summoning room with a little boing boing in her step which wasn't just her sizable chest. She was humming a little tune, enjoying life and vibing like the happiest idol in the whole wide world. When she finally made it to the summoning room she started up the summoning system, singing a little tune that she had sang a few times. A song of love and happiness~! Of such love penetrating and permeating into every being. A song fitting of an idol who loves all life and would rather never dirty her hands and voice but rather fight indirectly by saving her friends who would rather do such things. "Ehehe I do hope my next servant is one who can understand such love of everyone~!"

(@Nommyuks fer whenever you're free!

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The god of love was drifting in a sea of stars. A sea made of herself. After all, why would a demon king like herself be a part of the Throne of Heroes? At least... that's what she wished she could claim, but it's so damn boring here that she just created an alternate space within herself to hang out at. From this place, she could at least watch the pathetic humans going about their lives without rhyme or reason. Maybe this was a loophole that a Beast-class--or well, former Beast?-class Divine Spirit like herself got. Kama didn't care for such small details, though, and just reaped the benefits to satiate her boredom. Besides the voice in her head, the space was completely dead quiet. It's space, after all, so there shouldn't be any ability for sound to travel through it unless she permitted it as the universe itself. So... Why am I hearing another voice in my head!? Is this a song? The hell are these fluffy, lovey-dovey lyrics!? Is Parvati messin' with me!? 'Cause this song sure feels like something a goody two-shoes like her would sing! As Kama was freaking out over this strange phenomena, her eyes were blinded by a bright light coming from that naive organization called Chaldea. The glimmering incandescence was warm, sweet, and frustratingly bright, daring to penetrate and permeate into her as if love and peace could solve everything... It had to be Parvati! Only a willful idiot like her could encompass something so disgustingly bright! But it's coming from Earth so it couldn't be! While Kama was trying to rationalize as her coping/defense mechanism, the light first grew to such a size that it enveloped the whole Earth like some deadly premonition... To drown the world in love, isn't this ironic!? She felt it calling to her core, yet it... it's not the same!! I'm not like that at all... That's not m--Aaaahh!! Inevitably, the light expanded to consume even the universe (her). Vision returned to her when the song in her head ceased, only to

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find herself in a random empty, modern room. "Huh!? W-what the fu--" Swinging her body around to analyze her surroundings, the moment Kama saw the idol in front of her beaming with such blinding light--everything finally hit her. "Oh. No." Kama made a fatal mistake. She responded. Like in those horror stories about someone getting stalked by an apparition on their way home, she made the mistake of recognizing them and sealing her fate. "No way. It's impossible, for real." Despite looking straight at Asteria, it was more like the god was piercing through her, talking to someone else. Something else. ...The forces that summoned her here!!!

@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal ~ ( Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but~

)

Asteria upon seeing the summoning system light up smiled at this, hey she didn't get a craft essence! Woooo!! Upon seeing the white haired, maroon eyed lady Asteria walked on over and gave her a smile. The idol's hand was outstretched for a handshake and her elven ears gave a slight happy wiggle. "Hullo, it's nice to meet you again!! I don't know if you kept your memories from your last summoning but you were quite the amazing goddess!" The local music fanatic hummed a happy tune as she recalled all the times she had worked with Kama during her last summoning. She found Kama to be quite the powerful and versatile goddess, someone that Asteria found to be quite impressive in the department of enchanting people. "If you don't remember then for a greeting-" The idol gave Kama a wink as she introduced herself with a cheerfulness that was almost contagious. "-my name is Asteria, Asteria Caelestis! The local professional idol, musician, and songstress of Chaldea~!"

@Nommyuks (here's my number, so call me maybe~

Kama's expression did not get any less sour at the pleasantry offered to her, eyes now fixated on Asteria this time. It was like she was trying to stare the idol down with her palpable disgust, purposefully being annoyingly awkward in hopes to worm her way out of a hand shake. But... the weak-willed, shy god cracked first and with a guttural groan and sigh, she met the hand for an unenthusiastic shake. "Again? Hah? Wait... You are telling me this is basically fate--" Before she could even finish her sentence, the goddess hacked in a cough as she visibly cringed over the corniness of what she was about to say. In her moment of weakness, the lyrics of that cutesy song echoed again in her head as she connected the voice to this idol.

Love love! Melody of love
Love love! Melody of love
Love love! Melody of love

Hoshi-tachi no mabataki ga sasayaku wa
I hear their voices saying feel your love

Oh man... Kama was wishing Shiva could incinerate this memory out of her head, too! But, hold on... Okay... So if the old me contracted with this chick that must mean we got some affinity, after all? Smirking at the sweet possibility, Kama straightened her back and flipped her hair as she adopted the appropriate air for an ominous, twisted god of love and stepped forward with more of that kind of 'boing' in her step. Oh, and desperately trying to ignore that wink by shying away from even holding eye contact with the bewitching idol-- "Hmph, I am humanity's evil... The demon king of the sixth heaven, Mara. Now move aside. Or do you want to drown in my love, too, my little star?" --Twitch. If Asteria's wink had that characteristic flying ⭐ effect, then it may as well have hit Kama in the eye mid-introduction. This idol gave her bad vibes. Maybe it was her old self trying to warn her, but for some reason Kama got the feeling that contracting with this idol may as well be having Parvati as her Master. So, like a stay cat, she unashamedly bore her c

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laws, unfurled her fur, and raised her tail with a hiss! An ominous smirk, predatory, demonic eyes, and a pungent bloodthirst, the demon king held none of her disgust and depravity back as if testing the conviction in those sparkly, fluffy dreams of love and peace! Truthfully, though, she was trying to see if maybe this idol was just one of those 'comfy vibes only' girls that hide how toxic they are underneath. A two-faced bitch--now that's someone Kama could vibe with!

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( @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal "It's hard to ~~literally~~ look right at you, baby, but here's my number, so ~~don't~~ call me, maybe~ ~~definitely not~~

" )

"But without a doubt it's fate~! Last time you weren't contracted to me sadly, buuuuuut hey this time around it'll be just as fun I bet~!" The fairy idol radiated cheerfulness, without a doubt as much as Parvati did quite often. Though Kama would notice there is a bit of crazy girl energy in Asteria's voice. Something that just screamed, hoooooly fuuuuck this is going to turn into a musical... And when Kama took her hand for the hand shake the idol shook it as happily as Twitter is toxic. "I don't mind seeing how powerful your love is~! I'm curious if it'll be more than Goetia's... But that's a story for another time! It's a pleasure to be working with you in the future Mara!" The crystal blue haired musical in a nutshell wholly didn't mind the harsh feeling Kama was giving off. If anything she found the complete opposite of what Kama intended it to be. Asteria found Kama actually being kinda really friggen cute! So much so that she had to refrain from showing her desire to give Kama a hug. Though her eyes did reflect this, their dreamy glimmer never wavering for even a fraction of a second, really putting off the fairy-ly insane conviction that tried to make multiple singularity masters a friend, and hell even Goetia had a small chuckle about it and concidered. "By the way, I love your outfit~!"

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(@Nommyuks Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy but here's my number, so call me maybe! ~~definitely will~~

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'Crazy bitch' wasn't lost on Kama. There was something scary about this person. For some reason, the god of lust was starting to think they actually meant everything that they say, but at the same time... it's as if there was something more to it! As much as her survival instincts told her to stay away, this foolish mortal intrigued her nevertheless... Even when she should know never to stick your contract in crazy. "Goetia? Heh, don't compare me to that loser. I got way more stamina than him, you know? I'll rock your whole world than waiting all that time to set your soul on fire." Not missing this chance to brag about herself, Kama failed to read the mood in the room as she tried to put this good girl off with sexual innuendos. In hindsight, Parvati was usually too pure to catch-on to the euphemisms, but... Kama, in contrast, was starting to catch-on that her devilish tactics were ineffective on this person. "W-what? You're not scared of me? Grrr..." That twinkle. That damn twinkle in those eyes... Kama shrunk instinctively like she was a shadow fleeing from the sun at dawn. Rather than continue meeting Asteria head on, she gulped anxiously and peeked at the door behind the idol, mentally calculating the time it'd take to reach it. The sudden comment about her outfit didn't help. After all, she was hardly wearing anything! It may as well be just lingerie, effectively. Gah, but Asteria totally meant it didn't she? Yet, Kama was wary of the fact that the conversation topic suddenly switched to her clothes of all things after that foreboding earlier mention of Goetia... "Hmph, don't get so comfortable, my little star. We'll see who gives in first -- your twinkling brightness of gross love and peace, or this black hole of a god of love that I am!" If there was anything of amusement to be found in this Master for Kama, then it'd be the opportunity to corrupt someone so... pure and good? Like a shadow indeed, she couldn't help but cling behind the light d

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espite how much she hates it...

( @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal M-Master-Servant telepathic communication may as well be a phone call....... GanyuNOOO

)

"You can certainly try to, but I like to think so much working out has done me really good~!" The idol gives Kama a playful wink, having understood the innuendo though only being a pure kinda playful about it since she was a committed lady! Only Vee for this idol! At least for the time being, hopefully Vee returns one day... It has only been a few weeks since Vee kicked the bucket, who knows how long it'll take her to return from the throne. "Ehehe~ I'll have you know I'm a veeeeery determined idol who hardly even knows the definition of giving up~! So good luck with that Mara!! And nope nope, never going to be scared of you. You're a little to pretty to be so scared of~!" The probably slightly smooth brained idol gives the purest smile in the world to Kama, not really minding how skimpy her outfit was. I mean it's not to different from wearing a swimsuit in this day and age.

( @Nommyuks and the idol will definitely give Kama a good morning call~

Kama knew how this was going to go... Neither of them were going to budge just through words. Both were too stubborn for that. Maybe Asteria was also too much of a ditz, too. Unsurprisingly, Kama had a dead pan, unamused expression at all this shockingly good deflection by the idol that liked to play dumb. Like with Parvati, she couldn't deal with this willful idiocy! Partner or not didn't matter to a god of lust, but... honestly, that'd be too boring, so Kama wouldn't be interested in corrupting Asteria like that. It's all been a clash of ideologies, so she'd stick with that. And avoid low-hanging fruit like just outright disobeying orders and wasting someone since that's also too cheap. The demon king desires a greater, richer fruit than that... "Right... It'd be a waste of my breath to even question you, clearly. I'll just have to see if you'll be able to back it all up, Master." Opening the floor on what they should do next to the idol, the lazy god, unsurprisingly, left the burden of proving something to the idealist. But at the same time, this meant that Kama gave Asteria freedom to choose how they should carry-out their first 'girl-time' together. "So? If we are done here, I'll just go find my room... maybe a plaything on the way to keep me entertained, too~" Already willing to be a good-for-nothing goddess, Kama, mischievous grin on hand, floated on over to the door to go lock herself up somewhere cozy to live her own life like a naughty servant~

( @MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal Moooomm!? N-nooo!! Just 5 more minutes! )

"You'll be seeing how I do in the field pretty soon, I may be a backliner, but rarely does anyone die on my watch. The only time someone does is when it's something that just outright kills them leaving no time for healing~!" The idol smiles at this, then holds out her hand to Kama for one of the lewdest actions imaginable as she floated away... UNPROTECTED HAND HOLDING!! HOLY SHIIIIIT!!! Anyways, the idol thought for a moment as she held out her hand to the demon king about what they could do. Perhaps food, perhaps the vault so Kama could yoink some funds, or perhaps something else... "I'd definitely at least like to show you around a little bit, but I'm pretty sure servants dont get individual rooms... Buuuut I do have a ton of room in my room if you'd like to redecorate~!" The idol smiled brightly like the literal star she was, doing all sorts of idol things and what not. She followed the goddess as she went to go find somewhere to laze, questioning the goddess briefly on likes and dislikes. "And, and, and! Do you have any preferences when it comes to music~?"

Oh jeez... So I can't get myself killed that easily to escape the contract... Taking the strangest thing away from that information, Kama deflated a little as she realized that this Master-Servant thing was for real. Kama sure found that unprotected handholding disgusting alright. Not for how lewd it was, no, but for how damn personal it was! Finger intertwining, palm rubbing, hand grasping, and sticking close together shoulder-to-shoulder... Yuck! That's too sweet, too vanilla, too romantic! And in a platonic way, too--is that worse? The god of love didn't know, but it felt icky either way. It's like Asteria was going to give her cooties! So, she pretended to ignore the offered hand-- "Wait, we don't? The hell? Isn't this, like, discrimination!?" Obviously, the idea of being roommates with the idol didn't sit quite right with the god. Most likely because she was envisioning some preppy, cutesy, fluffy pink or baby blue room filled with dolls, stuffed animals, idol posters, and an obnoxiously powerful flowery aroma from a candle. And worst of all... it meant she couldn't ever, ever get away from Asteria!! "Music, huh...? Definitely not love songs. You mortals don't make up your mind. It's either sunshine and rainbows or a thunderous downpour..." Though, she can't deny that it amused her to hear the artists lamenting about love being far harsher than they expected. How their innocence got deflowered. "Hmph, I suppose I'll give you the opportunity to entertain me with your tastes... half-elf. Rejoice." Kama didn't enjoy getting barraged with so many questions, and it showed on her face, but she knew it was fruitless to resist Asteria so she humored the literal star idol anyway in hopes of appeasing her.

@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal

"Daww mkay no hand holding... And the whole room thing, yeahh... Most mages tend to think of their servants as just tools so they don't need their own individual rooms. Buuuut on the other hand, now we can do more bonding!! I bet you'll find Gawain really interesting too!" She idol continues to be quite the fluffy soul as she follows Kama along, her hands going together behind her as they walk since Kama didn't take her hand. Funny enough, on the contrary Asteria's room is pretty minimalistic, mostly her floor around her desk is filled with a shit ton of music that she's in the process of composing. Otherwise, no posters, just a few binders on her desk filled with pictures of all sorts of popular musicians and noting down what worked and didn't work for them musically. Things like their liked type of music, what they didn't like, popular albums, unpopular ones, certain note sequences she liked from their songs and yeah... Then she has a separate binder on herself, filled with more half written music, and everything the other profiles have had. "Mkay no love songs... Hmm, maybe I should go see what songs humanity's made about you and sing some for you~? I can sing it in all sorts of languages too~! And, I do hope you like my music taste when I do end up showing it to you~!"

"D-don't sound so disappointed..." Kama grumbled beneath her breath, irked that her silent refusal got pointed out verbally. "Hold on. I am sharing with another person? A guy at that? Huh..." The god didn't mind sharing with either gender, but was a bit surprised that the idol didn't mind it either. "It must be really spacious then..." Intentionally or not by the idol, however, the mention did get Mara more interested at the prospect. And so, she stopped, sighed, and put her hands on her hips. "Alright, fine. Show me the way to your room then, Master." Indeed, it sounds like Kama was about to get some whiplash with how much Asteria channels her passion into actual work. That willful idiocy again... coming off as air-headed and laidback, just to be serious enough to also compose her own music and transforming her love for listening to music into a part of her work ethic. Surprisingly efficient! "Huh? About me? No way that's a thing, right? There's probably a bunch about Shiva and Parvati, though. Not some minor god like me whose most famous story is getting zapped like a mosquito." Kama sulked and grumbled, but she did seem genuinely interested in hanging out with the idol now. All that pessimistic groaning was her way of emotionally preparing herself for disappointment!

"Why should I hide my disappointment~? But yeh, I do have a really big room, I guess it's the perks of not having a separate room for servants you know~?" The idol speaks as she leads Kama towards her room, excited to show off all the music she had been working on from all sorts of genre's of music. Perhaps she'd have to research some music about Kama if there was any. If there wasn't any then she'd most definitely make some for her! "Ehehe there not being music already made won't stop me from singing about you~ I'll just need to make my own music for you yeh~?" The half fairy patted Kama on the backgently, kinda like she would her guitar, granted she'd definitely treat her guitar better since her instruments are her babies.

"You make it sound like a simple handhold woulda changed your whole freaking day or something..." Kama didn't get this idol! What's the big idea about handholding? Would something so trivial truly bring her such joy? Sighing, Kama extended her hand out to reoffer the hand hold both out of pity and curiosity to see if it really would have such a powerful effect on her Master. "Here. Paw." The god of love sneered as if she was commanding a dog to bring up its paw for a shake. Now Asteria's going to realize how silly she is! As for the offer of being serenaded, a light blush flashed across the demon king's cheeks at such odd kindness being offered to her all of a sudden. "I haven't even done anything requiring that yet..." Unsurprisingly, this twisted god of love leaned more towards believing that relationships were about give-and-take. Opportunity costs. So, such altruism, at least in her eyes, was abnormal and freaky. Of course, such thoughts were kind of pointless when Asteria treated an object more importantly than a god-- "Look. All I gotta do is my job as a Servant, right? We don't have to be friends or anything like that! That's too much work, especially if I just go up in flames and don't remember you anymore after, right? What's the point then?" Kama bemoaned, looking away from Asteria as there was a hint of concern for the idol getting attached to a being as ephemeral as a spirit. As formless as Ananga.

"Well to be fair it would make me happier to do some hand holding with you since it means some nice bonding time!" When Kama held out her hand the idol took it quite happily, being extra lewd and intertwining their fingers as the two walk towards the idol's room to have it be shown off to the goddess. "And of course you have, you did quite amazingly before, and I have no doubt you'll do amazingly again. Once we rack up some amazing deeds we can spread your fame to all over yeah~? Also also also, we don't need to be friends, but I would like to be. I don't mind if you don't remember it, but we'll always have the memories of when you were in this incarnation yes~?" The idol radiated happiness, really showing off her slightly bubble brained energy despite the fact she was actually pretty damn smort. She held up their hands and gave Kama a friendly neighborhood idol wink, hoping that Kama would feel the powah of friendship!

Kama's stomach sank when the idol went out of her way to make the handhold extra gross for her, unable to hide the twisting of her face as she fought hard to not reel back. She even got goosebumps and felt her body go cold. Cooties were so dangerous... "Alright, alright, I get it ready, jeez! You totally are already prepared to sing my praises!" There was too much praise that the shy god didn't know how to properly respond to it! Especially when it came from a pure and earnest place rather than the typical worship she got. "Suit yourself--you're the only getting hurt by it. Ugh, one-sided relationships are so..." Oh, Kama felt the powah of friendship, alright. And she hated it! Her earlier scowl of disgust flatlined into a blank, unamused stare. The god knew that this idol was smarter than she acted. How smart? Who knows. But this stray cat is going to keep her guard up even when she's being taken home!

The idol was all happy and peppy as Kama said that she was okay with it! It didn't help that she thought Kama's whole stray cat thing was friggen adorable!! I mean how couldn't you love a stray kitty right? Just like the next person, Asteria 200% just wants to give Kama all the snugs and love in the whole wide world so that one day she might open up to her more. "Yay! I'll be sure to keep making them until you find one you like!" The idol hums a soft little tune as she leads Kama over to her room #deleted-channel. The took various glances at Kama as they walked through the halls, Asteria putting more than a little boing in her step and poise.

( @Nommyuks oop ❤️

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After a long long lecture from his lord, Sango would go around the facility. He would think of what Lord Nobunaga said in their lecture, but also started thinking of him studying the history of America. Sango learned about one of the leaders of America thought fits what his lord talked about in a good ally and strategist. He would walk into the room with his catalyst ready, then put it in the middle of the circle. He would look at the circle and take a deep breath, he would reach out his arm and have his index pointed at the circle trying to have his Fairy Pattern convert all the mana around him into prana. As he spoke the magical incantation, his circuits would flare up and his finger tips glowed. "I call forth through past, Upon Legends and Myths, Soul and Spirit solidified, A warrior of honor, A wielder of fate, and a being of power and compassion. I Sango Yami, Swear and Oath to be the vessel, My soul our bond my body the medium, and my being a weapon, Once you come forth, Your Will my destiny, and your word my powers. You Accept this then come forth!"

@Bolverkr (Camera moment)

A young man wearing a soldier uniform of the days of the American Civil War appears, he was carrying a hunting rifle in his hand and in his opposite shoulder an eagle was resting there accompanying him, he spreaded a very inspirational aura around him. While he was arranging his clothes, he walked a little to be at the front of the summoner, looking at him in silence while also examinating the place "Hmmmm.....uhmmm"

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After some minutes, the man decided to talk to him, with a firm voice that sounds older in comparison to his appearence, he says "Greetings, so I guess you are one of those "Masters"....I will need to say a pair of things to you, even if we do a contract that doesn't mean that there is some sort of "Master-Servant" relationship here, if you want my help, then you should respond at me to your Partner, and I will do the same to you"

@Bofa

He would look at the young man and was slightly confused, not that he didn't know who this man was though he does have an idea, however he just didn't know any young soldiers. However it dawned on him that the one he summoned was talking about partners. "Oh do not worry sir, Ummm Partner. I am not comfortable with the master and servant titles as well so I had no intentions of using them. My lord and sir Hermes may testify." He would give the man a bow, he knew Americans or at least the colonist didn't bow, he still wanted to show respect to the man he summoned even if he had a vague idea of who they were. He would then rise up and put out his hand for a handshake. "My name is Sango Yami, I am the magus that has summoned you and asked for your aid to save the world and humanity along with it. I hope you accept this agreement. I in return will show you the respect you deserve along with anything else you require." The young magus would look younger than the servant but has a lot of surprises behind him, he would wear some modern day clothing however he does have clothing from his era.

@Bolverkr (Camera moment)

"Hmmm, I see, Mr. Yami, then why not we finish settling this contract with a handshake?" the man extended his hand, with a serious expression but that still showed some sympathy

@Bofa

"Hmmm, I see, Mr. Yami, then why not we finish settling this contract with a handshake?" the man extended his hand, with a serious expression but that still showed some sympathy

@George Washington (@Bolverkr (Camera moment)) - jump Sango would have his already extended hand to shake his new heroic spirit's hand, he would give a firm grip however since the man before him is a heroic spirit the grip probably felt like nothing. The man would actually give him a kind hearted and warm smile in response to the man's serious one. "Then I assume this is settled then, I am happy to have you on our side mr?" He would say trying to get a name and class.

"Oh right, I almost forgot" the man cough a little to clear his throat and passed his hand to his hair, then he continues "My name is George Washington, first President of the United States of America, and I was summoned here under the class of Rider. My appearence could be quite confusing, but this is the me of my young years as a Commander."

@George Washington (@Bolverkr (Camera moment)) - jump "Oh good the man I wanted to summon, I actually did some research on the brand new nation you had created. It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord would probably be more joyous to see you. Being you both are famous world leaders of different parts of the world." He would look at the man, still wondering why he is younger than he expected but then again his lord was a woman and from from another universe. "Well I hope you enjoy your time her Mr. Washington."

"Oh good the man I wanted to summon, I actually did some research on the brand new nation you had created. It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord would probably be more joyous to see you. Being you both are famous world leaders of different parts of the world." He would look at the man, still wondering why he is younger than he expected but then again his lord was a woman and from from another universe. "Well I hope you enjoy your time her Mr. Washington."

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump Washington raised an eyebrow when he heard about his lord "I would like to ask you my parnet, who is your Lord?"

"Oh, well my lord is Oda Nobunaga from Sengoku Era Japan. Two centuries before your era. She existed around the renaissance for a reference. She is also a leader, tactician and great combatant." He would go on and on, speaking in a admiring tone.

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump "Uhhmmm...I remind that name, but I think I misheard you, did you say she?"

"Uhhmmm...I remind that name, but I think I misheard you, did you say she?"

@George Washington (@Bolverkr (Camera moment)) - jump Sango would nod to the first president. "Yes, well the Oda Nobunaga of the proper human history and the one I knew was a man. I happened to summon a version of him that is female. If you want, Sir Hermes willing to teach new masters and servants about the universe."

Washington scratches his chin while thinking, he heard about Nobunaga before but the existence of a female version were a completely surprise "I would like to meet that Mr. Hermes later, it seems that this place is full of surprises"

“Yeah it most certainly is, I mean you do remember all of your history but are in the form you are as of right now instead of what people would see on painting so people being different from what is said is history shouldn’t be a major shock. Well I am sure Sir Hermes would love to meet you as well. Would you like a tour Mr. Washington?”

"Of course!, I would appreciate it" maybe it isn't too noticeable with his straight face, but he has some childish-like passion to meet new things, so he is excited with it He also things about his other words, is true that the history is sometimes alterated even for the good or the bad, there are things about him that people misinterpreted or directly invented about him too

@George Washington (@Bolverkr (Camera moment)) - jump "Well then I will be more than honored to show you around Mr. Washington. We have many rooms and areas in this one facility so feel free to get yourself aquatinted." He would then go to the door to wait for the president and would have his map open to lead him around.

"Well then I will be more than honored to show you around Mr. Washington. We have many rooms and areas in this one facility so feel free to get yourself aquatinted." He would then go to the door to wait for the president and would have his map open to lead him around.

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump Follows him to the door "Thanks for your hospitality, Mr. Yami"

Follows him to the door "Thanks for your hospitality, Mr. Yami"

@George Washington (@Bolverkr (Camera moment)) - jump "No need to worry, I would have done it for anyone who wants to aid humanity. Also I will be meeting my lord later, so if you would like you and I can meet her after your tour."

"No need to worry, I would have done it for anyone who wants to aid humanity. Also I will be meeting my lord later, so if you would like you and I can meet her after your tour."

@Sango Yami (@Bofa) - jump "Sounds right for me, then, show me the path"

He would nod and then show the president around. Sango would not leave any area unseen, he would show him the rooms where all masters would stay, the cafeteria, the kitchen, the training rooms, the archives, the prison, and so forth. He would also give detailed information on each place they went to help the president have a better understanding of the facility he is bound to.

//hi hi, sorry I had to leave for a moment

Washington noted everything in the installations and tried to create a mental map of the place, reminding everything of his interest

The lord of the El-Melloi family wandered into the summoning room, frankly disgusted by the lack of care when she was put into cryosleep. She wasn't upset about being frozen, she was upset that a lord was being put next to vagabonds and masters with barely any magical ability whatsoever. Her blonde hair flicked to the side as she huffed, pricking her finger with the darkened needle she kept in her sleeve. As blood dripped to the portal, a sudden blast of energy came flying out; damn near almost killing the young girl. She was excited though, having an assumedly strong servant by her side would make her able to regain that control of the chessboard she craved so dearly.

@Dark of Mirrah

I'm working on it) (edited)

The constant agony she felt... It was inexplicably the kind of pain that pierced through her throat like a stake yet at the very same time it skewered her heart, a thousand tiny needles accompanying them to stab deep into her veins, thin and slender. She felt as if some ravenous beast tore muscle and sinew apart from the inside. What have I become? she thought to herself in the eternal void. Knowing that in all likelihood if anything but herself was present in this realm, said thing would loathe her, it would do no good to scream, to cry for help. So Artoria "sat" and pondered in the midst of such unrelenting anguish. And yet, a force beckoned her of all people. The hero whose destiny was to be scorned and looked upon as the Black Tyrant, the King of Storms, the Leader of the Wild Hunt. That surge of energy released by the portal was a sure omen that the individual summoned was one in possession of extraordinary might—the sound of hooves clopping and a horse giving a hearty neigh was an undeniable implication that this Heroic Spirit was a Rider. Clad in ominous dark plate with many a spike jutting from its surface, and a dragon-like casque; this was truly a knight of terrible appearance. At their side they wielded a great black lance.

"Lancer. Artoria Pendragon. Kneel, ere my Rhongomyniad find itself stained in more of your blood."

@Fl, Wi, Ab, Yu

"Ahhhh ahuh~ The legendary King Arthur is at my disposal? That is quite the asset to get, we'll easily wipe out the enemies foolish enough to triffle with the El-Melloi family. I believe....Waver told me about you, but he never mentioned you being a lancer. Perhaps that is something servants are capable of doing? Regardless, consider this as a welcoming gesture~" Reines curtsied, her smug arrogance radiated from her being. She believed she could toy with Artoria, using their sense of justice to get the desired outcomes. Once she stood up once more, her voice became almost elated in a sadistic sort of way. Her voice quivering with anticipation. "You are the legendary king, yet something has happened. Why do you come to me black as the night, and not wielding your holy sword excalibur?"

@Dark of Mirrah

I'll get to it, please don't ping me more than once.)

Copy and Paste summoning time

Ayanami walks into the summoning room with the catalyst chaldea provided her and placed it on the summoning circle before stepping back from the circle. Holding her hand out towards the circle as she began her summoning incantation, borrowing one she was shared from one of her senior masters. "Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg. The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate. Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Repeat every five times. Simply, shatter once filled. I announce. Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword. In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer. Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead. You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance"

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

As the chanted ended. It appears nothing have happened with the exception of a few glows here and there before the magic circle visibly appeared to have become.. inert. And after a few seconds. The summoning circle began to radiate with power. The shrine maiden felt her body suddenly be drained of mana which seemed to fuel the magic circle. The spark of power began to coalesce into one large spin that began to resemble some sort of circle. And at that moment, the gathered mana would explode. Launching the master back!

@SaberLily | Ayanami

As the chanted ended. It appears nothing have happened with the exception of a few glows here and there before the magic circle visibly appeared to have become.. inert. And after a few seconds. The summoning circle began to radiate with power. The shrine maiden felt her body suddenly be drained of mana which seemed to fuel the magic circle. The spark of power began to coalesce into one large spin that began to resemble some sort of circle. And at that moment, the gathered mana would explode. Launching the master back!

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump At first Ayanami stared at the summoning circle in worry as it went inert. Only to sigh in relief, feeling her mana drian as the circle roared back to life, the mana coalescing into a large mana ring before the mana merged together before suddenly exploding, yelping as she was suddenly blown backwards, worried she messed up the spell given from what she heard about servant summoning she knew there wasn't suppose to be an explosion strong enough to send you flying.

@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria

(Reee)

And then, a thick smoke briefly filled the room before disipating, and in front of the aspiring shrine maiden stood a feminine figure, yet with eyes that indicated that she was more powerful than her. Her mana being siphoned and taken to this strange figure, dressed in a pinkish hakama and kimono. Staring directly into her eyes with her own golden like eyes. Armed with a sharp katana sheathed at her side. She spoke a simple phrase to the master as command seals burned at her skin. Indicating the pact is sealed. "Are you my master?"

@SaberLily | Ayanami

And then, a thick smoke briefly filled the room before disipating, and in front of the aspiring shrine maiden stood a feminine figure, yet with eyes that indicated that she was more powerful than her. Her mana being siphoned and taken to this strange figure, dressed in a pinkish hakama and kimono. Staring directly into her eyes with her own golden like eyes. Armed with a sharp katana sheathed at her side. She spoke a simple phrase to the master as command seals burned at her skin. Indicating the pact is sealed. ini "Are you my master?" attachment

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump Ayanami steadies her breathing as she stood up on her feet, back straight as she walked over to Okita and nodded, brandishing her command seals to the Saber. "Hai I am your master, Ayanami Ohirume, and you are?" Though Ayanami already knew their identity thanks to their new contract, but she wished to hear them say it anyways.

Ayanami steadies her breathing as she stood up on her feet, back straight as she walked over to Okita and nodded, brandishing her command seals to the Saber. "Hai I am your master, Ayanami Ohirume, and you are?" Though Ayanami already knew their identity thanks to their new contract, but she wished to hear them say it anyways.

@Ayanami Ohirume (@SaberLily | Ayanami) - jump "Captain of the First Unit of the Shinsengumi, Souji Okita. Saber class. And from today onward, your servant, Ohirume-sama." The servant remarked with a serious tone on her lips. As soon as those words left her lips. She would then fidget nervously before looking at her own appearance. From her missing blue haori that she should be wearing. "Eh.... where is my haori? Did I misplace it again?!"

"Captain of the First Unit of the Shinsengumi, Souji Okita. Saber class. And from today onward, your servant, Ohirume-sama." The servant remarked with a serious tone on her lips. As soon as those words left her lips. She would then fidget nervously before looking at her own appearance. From her missing blue haori that she should be wearing. "Eh.... where is my haori? Did I misplace it again?!"

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump Ayanami tilts her head as she stared at her servant, the previous wonder she had on her face for meeting Okita Souji fading as their rather cool demeanor they had on before was completely dropped for their worry about a blue Haori, Ayanami was confused by how worried they were for a simple piece of fabric. "Souji-san We can order you a new haori if you'd like...And its a pleasure to meet you, I didn't think I'd get to be graced by the presence of one of my homeland's renowned swordmasters." Ayanami dipped her head forward as she gave Okita a shallow bow.

"Is Okita-san really that well known...?" She wasn't sure what to do with her fame. Although it is clear to her that this is the future. Compared to the others, she is a rather recent servant. It only has been 200 years since the era she lived in has passed. Nevertheless, as a samurai it is her that should be bowing towards her master and not the other way around... "Please raise your head master-san. And regarding my haori, I am sure I just misplaced it somewhere! I am sure I will find it eventually. How about we leave this place master-san? Unless you need me right now for something?"

@SaberLily | Ayanami

"Is Okita-san really that well known...?" She wasn't sure what to do with her fame. Although it is clear to her that this is the future. Compared to the others, she is a rather recent servant. It only has been 200 years since the era she lived in has passed. Nevertheless, as a samurai it is her that should be bowing towards her master and not the other way around... "Please raise your head master-san. And regarding my haori, I am sure I just misplaced it somewhere! I am sure I will find it eventually. How about we leave this place master-san? Unless you need me right now for something?"

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump Ayanami stood up after Okita's request. "I understand, forgive me Souji-san, but you were one of my role models for when i sought teachers in kendo and other sword styles so I couldn't help but pay some respect......and If you say so, then we can depart now, I don't have any tasks for you beyond getting acquainted with Chaldea."

"Then in that case, Okita-san would head out and look around Chaldea. If you need me, I will be there master-san! Another great victory for Okita-san!" She smiled cheerfully, before suddenly placing her mouth on her lips and began to cough violently. Blood spilling out of her mouth and onto the ground. Causing her to kneel down on the floor of the summoning room. Coughing some blood on the floor before wiping it away from her lips.

@SaberLily | Ayanami

"Then in that case, Okita-san would head out and look around Chaldea. If you need me, I will be there master-san! Another great victory for Okita-san!" She smiled cheerfully, before suddenly placing her mouth on her lips and began to cough violently. Blood spilling out of her mouth and onto the ground. Causing her to kneel down on the floor of the summoning room. Coughing some blood on the floor before wiping it away from her lips.

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump "Souji san?!" Ayanami stares at Okita in worry as they suddenly coughed up blood on the floor, wondering what could be the cause, weren't servants suppose to be immune to sickness? So why was her servant coughing up blood out of no where.

Slowly getting back to her feet with a smile on her lips as if nothing was wrong. She then cleaned away the remnants of blood that has essentially been missed by her first cleaning. After breathing a sigh of relief. The shinsengumi samurai would finally speak. "Rest assured master-san! Okita-san is fine! It just happens sometimes but nothing of a hindrance!" Although she wished she would be rid of this sickness, but it is a part of her spirit origin. Her legend, what most people knew.

@SaberLily | Ayanami

Slowly getting back to her feet with a smile on her lips as if nothing was wrong. She then cleaned away the remnants of blood that has essentially been missed by her first cleaning. After breathing a sigh of relief. The shinsengumi samurai would finally speak. "Rest assured master-san! Okita-san is fine! It just happens sometimes but nothing of a hindrance!" Although she wished she would be rid of this sickness, but it is a part of her spirit origin. Her legend, what most people knew.

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump "I didn't think it was possible for someone's disease in life to carry over with them into servant hood...I always thought you guys were summoned in peak condition without any of the weaknesses our mortal bodies have, the biggest being lack of sickness and immunity from disease and health conditions. Guess I need to study more...Or the clocktower's archives on the servants was outdated." Ayanami then stared at Okita in concern. "This wont happen...Too often will it?"

"O-okita-san is fine master-san! Don't worry! It doesn't happen often! If it does, I will make sure it doesn't hinder my abilities in fights! Still, you are right. I did carry on my sickness from life. Still, master-san is quite smart. Even I am quite surprised you know that much about me.." Was her master some sort of historian magus or something? That she isn't sure, or was her name just common trivia language that any educated japanese can recall with perfect clarity?

@SaberLily | Ayanami

"O-okita-san is fine master-san! Don't worry! It doesn't happen often! If it does, I will make sure it doesn't hinder my abilities in fights! Still, you are right. I did carry on my sickness from life. Still, master-san is quite smart. Even I am quite surprised you know that much about me.." Was her master some sort of historian magus or something? That she isn't sure, or was her name just common trivia language that any educated japanese can recall with perfect clarity?

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump Ayanami blushes softly from the praise she received and shakes her head. "Its because I did alot of research on famous sword masters like you and your styles, the most common practice of swordplay in Japan currently is kendo, and I found it insufficient for battling inhuman creatures and other magus', So I sought to improve on my skills by studying how you and others fought...I hope that is ok with you."

"Well... I suppose \I can teach master-san the basics of Tennen Rishin-ryu the way they taught me at the dojo..." Although, one small problem is she never really... taught anyone this swordstyle. It is probably best if Ayanami learned from the current headmaster of the school of Tennen Rishin-ryu in the contemporary world. But at this current rate, it does not seem like that is a possibility considering they are not in Japan at all. Nevertheless, it is a request from her master and she will not refuse. "Yosh! Okita-san will do her best to teach you!"

@SaberLily | Ayanami

"Well... I suppose \I can teach master-san the basics of Tennen Rishin-ryu the way they taught me at the dojo..." Although, one small problem is she never really... taught anyone this swordstyle. It is probably best if Ayanami learned from the current headmaster of the school of Tennen Rishin-ryu in the contemporary world. But at this current rate, it does not seem like that is a possibility considering they are not in Japan at all. Nevertheless, it is a request from her master and she will not refuse. "Yosh! Okita-san will do her best to teach you!" attachment

@Okita Souji | Sakura Saber (@Orphelia/Naomi/Artoria) - jump Ayanami smiles softly as she nodded, excited internally to study under a renowned sword master. "I eagerly await our first training session Souji-Sensei"

The summoning room was silent as there was no one inside of it. The summoning circle lay inactive waiting for a master candidate to come into the room and summon a servant. That unfortunately wouldn't be happening as no one was coming to this room. Surprisingly the circle started to come to life as a servant was summoning itself here or rather manifesting here. Soon in the middle of the circle stood a servant that had successfully managed to manifest themselves into chaldea. Slowly green eyes opened, taking in the room that they has selfed summoned into. White hair gently swayed as the servant looked around. "Yep, this is one of the summoning rooms... I couldn't forget this place even if I've only been in here a few times." The servant finally spoke out after confirming where she was. She closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them. She took a step forward as her black thigh-high boots met with the floor of the summoning room causing a small tap sound to emit throughout the room. She adjusted her black arm covering as she moved forward and reached the door placing her hand on it. "I wonder what's happened while I was gone... Guess I should go find out huh?" She opened the door and walked out of the summoning room and entered spirit form, disappearing as if she was never even there.

He stepped into the room after doing some research on what happened. He had gotten the information that he was seeking thanks to the records that Chaldea kept. While he didn't know the exact location of Phem, he knew that at least hadn't died. Now that he was all caught to speed with the events that were happening, it was about time that he summoned a servant. With that in mind, he stepped up to the summoning circle and started it up, letting his circuits flare as they activated in response. "Let the stars shine and illuminate the path, Bringing forth the keeper of the balance to aid humanity in their time of need, The starlight road will be your path for you to arrive in light, We will let the stars guide us to a better tomorrow for us all, So if you desire to help humanity then let my summons reach out to you!" With the end of his short chant to bring forth a servant from the throne, the Circle would shine bright at the end illuminating the room. Sorry if the chant is bad, I have no experience making one. @Shiki Nanaya)

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The premade summoning circle of the room started to shine.... bright. Sparks, fluctuation of mana all over the place. Something was DEFINITELY not going as it should've. As the light died down... A child? was standing in the middle of the summoning circle. "A-ah... Hello! I'm... Abigail Williams.... For...Foriger? Fortiger? Fore- Foreigner! You are my new master? Hope we can be good friends."

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

He stared at the servant he summoned with a bit of confusion on his face. The summoning had worked but he wasn't expecting a child of all things to be what he summoned but she was still a servant so she had to be strong... Right? "I guess so? I didn't expect a child to be a servant but I guess that's in me for think so narrow minded... My apologies. It's nice to meet you Abigail Williams, I'm Emm.C Osmeone and from this day forward we'll be working together... Although I won't make you do something you don't want to do unless we specifically have to."

@Shiki Nanaya

"O-oh, sorry... I'm so sorry for deluding you. But i'm still a servant! Foreigner! Tho... I don't really know what that means..." Abigail was looking a bit apologetic. After all, she wasn't really what a normal servant would look like, right? Normality never really applied to her after all.

"No, as I said it was my fault so you have no reason to apologize. I don't know much about the Foreigner class myself but I do know that they are rare." It was true, they weren't that mean foreigners compared to the regular classes. So summoning one did fill Emm up with a bit of pride not much though. "Well, I look forward to working with you Abigail. I'm sure we'll become good friends in due time."

"oh... Well, it is normal, Foreigner's not a well known class." Abigail said, then proudly puffing her chest. "Well, I guess I can explain! We are.. well... Connected to gods far far away, gods of the unknown, eldritch horrors, being that... Can bring people to insanity even... " Air got... rough around her, as she was talking, and explaining. "But, I am Abigail Williams, and I am a christian. Still... its a gift, so it is better to use it, is it not?" A bible appeared in her hands, but... some decorations around it were... definitely weird and upsetting. "Can I ask you to write your name here? Its not anything bad, its just to conclude our contract."

@Thicc|Fie/Ali/Ayu/Miyu/Nag/Mel (edited)

"So you're connected to a God far away from here? Man... It must not be easy being connected to a God huh?" He paused as the air around Abigail got rough. He looked at the Bible that Abigail summoned, it was bizarre but if Abigail liked it like this who was he to judge? Although he hoped that Abigail wouldn't lose control or anything in the future. "Sure? I didn't know that things like this were needed to form contracts... Or is this just something unique to you?" He asked as he looked over the book that he was going to sign, specifically trying to read any fine print. He also didn't have anything to write his name with either. "Umm... Do you have a pen?"

"Oh--- Oh yes, a pen." Inside the book, almost as a bookmark, a pen appeared. One could swear it wasn't there before... or was it? "Ah, there it is!" Showing the pen to her master, she opened the book on an empty page. "Here, Take all space that you need. Its... not something unique, but more of a... safety measure for my Master. It would be bad if you're taken down while I'm not around, wouldn't it? So this is... His blessing? Kind of."

Strange he didn't remember seeing that pen there. Well, that didn't matter now, he grabbed the pen twirling it in his hand before her reach down to the empty page and wrote his name on the page in neat cursive handwriting. After that, he placed the pen in the book and looked at Abigail. "So it's some form of protection for me for when you're not around? Hmm, thank you, Abigail." He gave Abigail a small smile, his gratitude for this action from Abigail was genuine. He wasn't the strongest master here by far, hell he would even go as to say that he was one of the weakest if not the weakest master here at the moment.

"No problem Master. After all, we should work together!" Abby said, picking back the book and... then disappearing. As the book disappeared, some weird feeling grew on Emm's back, if just for a moment. "I... I think it worked. Yep."

"Yeah, we should huh?" A small shiver went up his spine as the weird feel grew in his back but just like that it was gone. "What a weird feeling... I don't think I'll ever get used to that even if it happened to me multiple times... Well, now that all that stuff is done do you want me to show you around Chaldea?"

"Oh, I don't think you should ever get accostumed to this feeling..." The childish servant looked at her with expectant eyes "Yes! I totally want to see what this place is like" The whole 'aura' of weirdness around her was... nowhere to be seen anymore, and now in front of Emm was just a child, a small child with lots of curiosity.

With that aura of weirdness gone, Abigail really was just a child. A child with lots of curiosity.. And a god residing inside of her. "Alright, follow me then." He turned around and walked towards the door of the summoning and opened it. Stepping out of the room he looked back at Abigail.

"Yaaay! Let's go, Master! Adventures! Fun! Pancakes!" //think we can fade to black here//

Abigail Williams | The Key to the Gate

"Yaaay! Let's go, Master! Adventures! Fun! Pancakes!" //think we can fade to black here//

Mhm that sounds good to me, thanks for the rp)

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"Hrm... Lets see... how was it again..." I call forth into time To heroes of legend Through wishes crystallized One of the individual One of the collective And one of civilization These are the final wishes of humanity. As We stand upon the infallible boundary, before the brink of its destruction, Take form from legend, armed to fight once more. From the collapse, we will forge a path. And from that path, we will carve a future. Through you, I embody change. And through me, you embody will. To those written into legend, of Heroes and Villains, from Men, from Kings, from Gods. To those who hail to heed the call Come forth in duty, from desire, under will!

@Deleted User (edited)

Dust would settle inside the room, and the smell of gunpowder would fill the magus's nostrils. A young HANDSOME man would rise from the smoke slightly coughing due to the dust. The young blonde man could be seen with some western clothing on his body and a big iron on his hip. "Well howdy master, I hope I can be of some use to you. You can call me Billy The Kid." He says proudly in a country accent, truly this servant was American.

@Shiki Nanaya

"Oh?! OOOh?" Kaze was... taken aback. After all, the idea of a servant answering for him was... mostly for knights? at least that was the idea that had settled in Kaze's mind "Billy the kid huh... Well, nice to meet you. 'name's Kaze. Former wrestler, fighter and ex magus... but can't really do that anymore due to... 'complications' shall we call them like that." "And you're... the fastest draw of the west, right?"

"Ah I heard of wrestling and fighting but the whole magus trickery is beyond me." He says scratching his chin interested in his new master's past. Though Billy was a natural treasure to all outlaws in his opinion. "How did you know? You must fan partner. I do autographs so don't worry." He says with a bright smile excited that someone acknowledges his fast pace hands.

"W-well... You might not know buuut." Kaze scratched his chin, thinking how to put it nicely.... "You're known as the best scoundrel in the west. Fast draw, but still a scoundrel."

"Ah well then it seems I got the best title in the west." He says with a slight before walking around in the summoning room and rubbing his stomach. "So are we goin to stand here all day or are we gon to get some food?" He says quickly whipping his head towards Kaze and squinting at him.