Chaldean Chronicles: Cadence of the Lostgrail

The summoning room whirrs to life. It begins to function as the saint graph of a previous servant begins to fade away and return to the throne, a replacement is immediately sent out to fill the place of the lost alchemist. A new Paracelsus appears in the summoning room with a small glow of light. He looks around lightly and picks up a small note left for him, reading it briefly, before sighing and heading out into the facilities of Chaldea, discarding the note with a flick of the wrist as it slowly burns away. A few words read on it can be said "Good luck, from your predecessor" and a small description of what to expect in Chaldea

Shirou would walk into the room, having done this many times before but every time he has. His heroic spirits leave, maybe he was cursed. To make a contract and then they all left… just like her. The one he called a friend and one of the women he loved, yet he could do nothing to save her and ended her for the one he truly loved. Shirou would take off his coat and put it on a bench, then moved to the preprepared summoning circle. He felt his mana generating from his core all the way to his arm, magical green lines would shine and move towards his hand and his eyes. “I am the one who created many weapons, I am the one who laid down my life for others. I open my mind and body to the unknown, My soul, body and mind trained to be a weapon. My blood be it fire, my bone be it steel, and my body be the blade. I fought many battles and mastered many techniques yet never truly a hero. If you answer my call and stand by my side, then come. I swear it, I will be all that is good. I will be the vessel that holds you here.” Shirou said his own chants, using his own mana and the worlds to make this work. However he just remembered… he forgot his catalyst, who will he summon now? @[11]Arran [5]Skye

A light would fill the room as the room is doing it's purpose. It isn't long before the blinding light subsided, revealing a humanoid figure. First thing that Shirou would notice is the fact that the Servant his summoned is half-naked, revealing his upper body to the element while holding a piece of white cloth over his shoulder. Second is the rusty short red hair, not unlike himself. Third one is the eyes, the same orbs that he always sees everyday in the mirror, now with a note of confusions before something dawned on him. Fourth is the smirk, followed by an amusing chuckle that came our of it. "Ah..." The man that looks like himself start to speak. "I'd never thought you would be summoning me, kid. How are ya?"

He would look at the source of the light, he has gotten used to the way summoning heroic spirits worked. He would wait as he saw a very familiar character appeared in the circle, wearing the same clothes he last saw him wear. Shirou was confused at first but it doesn’t change a thing. “It looks like fate keeps bringing you and I together, you probably don’t remember it but I summoned you before.” He would out his hand behind his head, not knowing what else to say to the man who’s possessing his body. “Welcome to Chaldea.”

"Oh really? Another "Me" was here huh." He stroke his chin at the mention of that. What did his other "Him" did he wonder. "Mnn? Don't be awkward kid. Thought I don't think we don't need to introduce ourself since we both know who we are." Sengo said when he sees his Master shake the back of his head. "So it is Chaldea... Oh well, so where is the smithy?"

“You probably do not remember because chaldea’s system refresh the memories of heroic spirits. Most of the forges in Chaldea are own by others, people have commissioned to have their own workshops here. I can try to get you one if it makes you feel more at home.” He would try to ease up but he thought he would never see himself as a heroic spirit again. After what happened back at Fuyuki and what he saw from Archer. He still wanted to be a hero but mainly a hero for his loved ones. “If you want I can get you well acquainted with the facility.”

"That would be really appreciated then." *Sengo grinned at that. "As long as the basic stuff is available, I am fine with the workshop even if its in the middle of the sea- Hmm actually, the temperature would destroy the tempering process... Make it as long there is a wall and a roof I would be happy with it."

“Alright then, I will have Chaldea get you a forge unless you have territory creation but I never seen a saber with a caster skill before.” He would look at sengo as if looking at a fun mirror. If Sengo is possessing his body, then he probably isn’t like Archer. Which relieved him because he didn’t want to deal with him being a dick again. However he smirked, this was showing Shirou that he was getting closer and greater than archer. Get fucked! “You might like to meet someone else too, I heard about a crafter that works here. Everyone keeps talking about him, his last name is Muramasa according to the staff.” (edited)

"Oh? A Muramasa?" Sengo curiousity perk up for a bit before it goes down. "I see, what did he do then?"

(REEEE SORRY I FORGOT TO PRESS ENTER)

“He is the reason most masters have a higher survival rate, but I get worried for his health. Want to meet him?” Huh seems Muramasa has taken the body of his younger self, the six inch size difference was odd.

"Hmm..." Sengo frown hearing that but in the end, he shakes his head. "No need for that. We will meet in the future anyway."

“Maybe, He hasn’t been out of chaldea much so the chances of seeing are hey. Going to his workshop has a higher chance. I personally haven’t met him yet.” Shirou would see the frown, he would think was it because of Monta over working or masters staying alive in deadly missions? “How much do you know about me? How similar is that body and my story?”

Muramasa snorted at that questions. "While our body maybe the same, I do not know about your story. Your experience and my experience is different kid, so don't ask me questions that I do not know the answer."

“Well that is a relief. Anyways, should be easier for you then to work without the effects of the holy grail war in the back of your mind. Lets go, might have some places here you might enjoy.”

"Alright." Sengo continue to follow his Master as they continue their way.

Just before the two would leave the room, a curious thing would happen. For a second time, the magic circle would glow with a bright light. The magical energy in the room increased then condensed, spinning into a faint silhouette of a figure. It seemed that another had come to heed Shirou’s call. The blinding light would dim as mana slowly materialized into the body of a young girl. Her eyes were closed; her expression, a tranquil serenity. Yet, the Servant’s small frame exuded an aura of grace and authority. It was undeniable that this Servant that Shirou had summoned was nothing short of a goddess. A crown of golden hair, which shimmered with an ethereal gleam, adorned her head, much like a veil. Her long eyelashes batted slightly as her eyes fluttered open, revealing her irises of vivid carmine, but her expression stayed peaceful as she slowly came to. And, as she met with her summoner’s own brown eyes, a faint fragment of a smile bloomed on the nameless goddess’ gentle face. She descended. Her aureate heels clicked softly as they met with the cold ground— though the dark coat that draped over her shoulders stayed afloat, billowing slightly. Only then, did she speak. Her voice held a certain regality, though it was much like the voice of a certain girl Shirou himself knew. “Servant, Lancer. Ereshkigal, Mistress of the Underworld. I have come in answer to your summons. I am typically not one to lend my power to one singular individual, but I have come to your aid as you have called me. You should be grateful!”

1:07 PM

@Bofa

As he took one step out into the halls, he would sense a overwhelming surge of mana right behind him. With his instinct he would turn around, hand ready for a projection till he realized it was a second summon. It was, odd. He only intended to summon one heroic spirit, never thought he would get one more. He would have some hope that, the one he was aiming for could have came on her own? Shirou would walk closer to the circle, heart beating and head spinning. He would put all his chips in if this was really going to be her… Saber. He would get ready to run towards his old friend, who he failed a long time ago. Maybe this could be his chance to make things right. However something felt off, the aura and mana was stronger and more darker than the last time he summoned her. He would stop before getting physical close. The light would disappear, leaving a magnificent, beautiful goddess right before his eyes. Yet this was a no stranger to him, she looked like a woman be knew, one he valued as a friend and companion. The woman when in their years of Highschool, nearly killed him but she looked different. Ah, it seems she too has been made a vessel by another spirit. Some reason her hair changed color but she still sounded the same. “Ereshkigal? I feel like I heard that name before. Anyone who is willing to help chaldea and save the human history is welcomed, and we are grateful to have you with us To- Ereshkigal.” He held back saying a name he usually says whenever he sees that face… first himself now a blond Tohsaka. What next? A Sakura with metal arms, pointy legs, sadistic tendencies, or a illya who is a magical girl and his younger sister?

Ereshkigal stared at her ginger-haired summoner, before clearing her throat, holding her hand up to her mouth. “Of course, I am not a cruel goddess. I will not ignore someone’s call for help,” she answered confidently. “I am aware of humanity’s current situation, and have come to provide assistance. Have faith in me and my capabilities. Though, there are some things I would like to know about my summoner. Let us start with something simple. What would you like for me to call y—” Pausing her previous statement, the goddess’ brow furrowed slightly and her mouth twitched into a small frown. It was only then that she had realized there was someone else accompanying her master… Someone who looked exactly the same, save for the difference in height and one of the two having younger-looking features. She stepped back, holding her hands close to her chest in confusion. “…E-eh?” Ereshkigal stammered. “I… I am not hallucinating, am I? There are two of you here? What is happening here…” The image of a mighty goddess Ereshkigal previously built crumbled slightly, replaced with the look of a confused, wide-eyed woman. This facet of her would be much more familiar, reminiscent of the Tohsaka Shirou would have known in the past. “Ah, and this presence… No, there’s no way!” As if the goddess was not already panicked enough, her confusion skyrocketed even further. She met Shirou’s gaze with a concerned expression. “Is there another summoning happening now? I may be wrong, but it feels as if there is a familiar presence somewhere nearby. I would like to investigate after this…”

Seems no matter who possess Tohsaka’s body, she is still Tohsaka in the end. Her will and personally can not be changed no matter who is in the equation. He knew she was confused seeing a heroic spirit in a younger version of him, took time for him adjust as well. He would remember seeing times when Rin would try to act all high and mighty till she started to lurk around Shirou more frequently, her she tried many times but he wouldn’t change his ideals. Saving Sakura over the grail and anything was the best choice. “No there are two of me, like you someone took over my body. He just has the body of a younger me when I was in the holy grail war, like that vessel of yours. As for there being another summoning, yes. The one next door is being occupied, I didn’t want to come barging in or go into someone else’s summoning but they should be done by now.” familiar? He doesn’t want to know if it’s a good familiar or bad one, because he just realized Ereshkigal is a goddess from that guy’s region. “This is not like a holy grail war so you both are free to do whatever you like, the only condition is help chaldea, stay alive and not kill anyone helping us.”

Sengo looks at the goddess that is just summoned itself to his new Master. He doesn't let out any noises, but his eyes looks at the embarrased face of her as subconsciously a small smile came to his face. "Seems you summon a goddess there, Master." He noted. Even if his vessel knew of her, for all intent and purpose both of them are stranger, so for now he would act as one. "Nice to meet you then, Ereshkigal, or do you prefer to be called by your title?"

“I see. This man is the same as myself, a spirit who has taken a human vessel. And that vessel is… you,” she mumbled. Her anxiety having seemed to have calmed down, Ereshkigal was much more at peace than before, although she still had a confused look on her face. “Master, I am not sure if I will ever get accustomed to this, but I will try. The contract is complete, I will be in your care!” The goddess sighed as she held a hand against her temple. What a predicament she has found herself in! But, such a situation will not discourage her. She held her head high, regaining the regal aura she assumed as she was summoned before turning to the other Servant her master had summoned. “Please, refer to me using any name you please; Ereshkigal, Irkalla, Mistress of Kur… any of those names of your choosing. Though I request for you to refer to me by my class, Lancer, outside of Chaldea.” “As for the familiar presence, I believe my…” Ereshkigal pondered her words before continuing. “… sister may have been summoned in the next room. This energy, it is undoubtedly the one that belongs to Ishtar, the Mistress of Heaven. Her summoning may have been the catalyst that called me to this place.”

5:21 AM

@[11]Arran [5]Skye @Bofa

"I see, I'll keep that in mind then." Muramasa nodded at the blonde goddess. Hearing that she is summoned as an after effect of her sister being called is a surprise however, but as he isn't familiar with the Sumerian Mythology, he will let her deal with her sister herself, and only help if she asked. "I suppose I should introduce myself then. My class is Saber, and my True Name is Sengo Muramasa. Nice to meet you."

“My name is Shirou Emiya, a spellcaster and enforcer for chaldea. If you want we can meet her next door.” Took him a little bit of time, to realize who her sister was. After the grail war Shirou did some studying because Medusa and Rin wouldn’t let him have time to breathe away from training, he studied the lore of the Mesopotamian belief. “Hopefully she helps us, from what I heard she has some influence in your culture, sending a bull and even killed the brother of Gilgamesh.” Even though he never met Gilgamesh, from what Sakura said he had a golden and divine aura, ruthless and tasted very salty and bitter compared to the other servants.

“It is a pleasure to be fighting alongside the two of you,” Ereshkigal noted with a nod. “My sister is a strange case… Depending on the vessel she is summoned into, she would act very differently. My concern is that this instance would be as vicious and selfish as she normally would be…” The goddess shivered at the thought. Ishtar, when she regards someone in a negative light, could be a terrifying force to be reckoned with. “I’m sorry, master, but I’ll excuse myself for a moment! I feel as if I should investigate this for myself!” Similarly to what Ishtar has done in the room next to them, Ereshkigal leaves the room in a hurry. She wrung her wrists nervously, unsure of what to feel or how she would greet this sister of hers. But, she supposed she would decide once she has met her. Following Ishtar’s magical energy, Ereshkigal was lead to #〚🏡｜hallway-3 .

Muramasa watch as the goddess start to move outside of summoning room. He watches being nervous meeting her sister. "Well, isn't that something." He doesn't really know their relationship, Ereshkigal and her sister. Even watching her make a indescribable feeling stir inside of him. "Want to watch what are those two goddess is doing, Master?"

“I won’t lie, I do want to see what it would be like but I don’t want to ease drop on other people’s conversations. Especially if it’s supposed to be private. You are free to do so.” He would be a little bummed that *she didn’t answer his summoning but, Shirou still had hope and one contract left open.* “Like I said I won’t be one of those masters who will use you and order you around, this is your second chance at a life so live it however you want without regrets.” He then starts walking off

The young woman nervously entered the dark room, and almost jumped a little bit when it illuminated as the summoning system sprung into life. She would be summoning a legendary figure from the past, and here she was... Quite literally a nobody. But... This is what Chaldea needed to fight against the end of the world itself. The end of the world... That was a lot of responsibility, but she didn't have it all on hers. There were many masters like her here, and possibly even more servants. She took a few tentative steps up to the circle and held her hand out, just as she had been instructed, and took a deep breath, before beginning to chant. She hadn't noticed, but the words coming out of her mouth weren't the English she was normally speaking with, she was chanting in Shona.

Regai sirivha nesimbi zvive musimboti.
Rega dombo uye archduke wezvibvumirano ave hwaro
Ruchena ngaruve ruvara rwandinopa ruremekedzo
Ngamukire rusvingo kumhepo iyo ichawa
Rega masuo mana emakadhi avhare.
Rega mugwagwa une maforogo matatu unobva kukorona unosvika kuUmambo utenderere.

Ini ndinozivisa.
Muviri wako uchashumira pasi pangu;
Magumo angu achava munondo wako.
Zviise pasi kune kushevedzera kweGrail Tsvene
Kana ukazviisa pasi pechido ichi nechikonzero ichi… Wobva wapindura!

Mhiko ichapikwa pano!
Ndichawana kunaka kwese kweKudenga.
Ndichava nesimba pamusoro pezvakaipa zvose zveGehena rose!

Kubva kuDenga reChinomwe, richiteererwa nemashoko matatu esimba,
Budai kubva mumhete yezvisungo,
Mudziviriri weChiyero Chitsvene!

8:29 AM

@ArbyOrNotToBe

And as the incantation concluded, the summoning room would shed more light as the FATE system gets to work. Soon the entire place was beginning to be covered by a flashing blue light that errupted from the center and had only gotten brighter and brighter by the second. Then, like with a snap of a finger, the vision of the young woman would be blocked from the display at a heightened speed. Though it was only for a brief moment. As soon as the light dimmed down and when Enrica regained her senses, she could see a tall male figure standing in the center of the the summoning room's magic circle. He had a suit of armor on and a hood that hid his face slightly. As well as a noble's clothes underneath it. From just a quick glance, Enrica could tell that this servant was a Knight. And by reading his Saint Graph he was from the Saber class. However, his identity has yet to be revealed. Though it would not take long as moments after he arrived, he lifts his head up and pulls the hood back to reveal his face. "I am Arthur Pendragon of the Saber class, the King of Knights, the King of Camelot." "I have answered your call to serve and protect Humanity, as I have done in life, and you." "For as long as I stand here, I will act as your shield and a sword. I will forever be by your side, at your beck and call." "So do tell me... what is it that you wish to do next... Master?" While making his introduction, Arthur kept a stern and confident expression. Arthur even had a booming and prideful voice which may be a bit scary. He also held a stance to match that of someone with power and authority. But as soon as he got to his question, the last part of his introduction, he tilted his head slightly and lets out a warm, inviting smile. Putting himself at ease. Essentially showing assurance and to be less intimidating to his summoner. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Arthur... Pendragon..." She didn't seem to react all that much, other than having shielded herself from the blinding light that had emitted from the FATE system as this servant came into the world. She looked him up and down, slowly, seeming to scan every last bit of his appearance, burning it into her memory. This would be her companion for the foreseeable future after all, her comrade in arms. She even walked in a circle around him at first, silently, truly taking her time in getting to know her new servant's appearance before getting to know anything else about him. Finally she completed her circuit, and stood in front of him. The king of Britain from centuries ago. It was... Rather surprising. Not who she expected, but then again, she didn't have any expectations for what would be coming out of that circle. Nevertheless, she eventually spoke up properly. "I'm not sure what we should do next, but... It seems polite to introduce myself, at least. My name is Enrica, but you can call me Lady, if you want. I think it's a nickname someone I know came up with."

Arthur would stand still, raising a brow as he watches his Master circle around him. He wasn't sure what her intentions were so he just made sure to not move too much. But once she was finished, Arthur lets out a sigh. Maintaing that kind smile on his face when speaking to his Master. "There is no rush, really, as our journey together is only beginning. But introductions are always a good first step, Master." The Saber servant nods his head, approving his own statement with such a gesture. After she reveals his name and the option of referring to her as 'Lady', Arthur couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Lady Enrica is a fitting title for you. I shall refer to you as such then. It is nice to meet you and it is my pleasure to be working with you." He takes a single step back to make some distance and proceeds to bow to her. Using this as a follow up to his introduction. Once done, he looks around the room for a bit from where he stood. Letting out a soft 'Huh' as he does so. "A fascinating place... So this is the result of Human advancement in magecraft? Whoever designed all this must be a genius in their field." He looks to Enrica to see what she thought.

9:12 AM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Lady Enrica?" There was a moment of confusion as she watched him bow to her, as though she were processing it, before she bowed to him in return, mirroring it the way that he had bowed to her almost exactly, or as exact as she could get it without practice. She followed his gaze around the room once he had finished his analysis, and rubbed the back of her neck again. "Well... That's what they say, at least. I don't have a frame of reference, but the staff have spoke highly of how advanced this place is compared to other magical and even non-magical institutions." She turned back to look at him, meeting his gaze and tilting her head. "Must everyone who works on a project of this caliber be a genius?"

Arthur would place a hand on his chin and scratch it as he goes into thought. "I will admit, I am not too versed in that subject... For all I know, this may seem like child's play for other mages." The Saber shrugs. He couldn't really form any other comment other than praises about this place. After all, thanks to this method of magic, he was able to be brought back to the world as a Heroic Spirit fighting for Humanity's survival and restoration. "Hmm... I am aware there are different forms of thaumaturgy that a magus may be attuned to. So, out of curiosity, what is that you can do, Master?" He looks at her, waiting for a response. As the curious individual as he is, he wishes to learn more about his Master. "If you wish to not explain then that is all right to me. Feel free to express any concerns about my prying behavior. I tend to go a little overboard at times." Arthur says with a sheepish smile. Rubbing the back of his neck while showing his slightly embarrassed state. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Ah..." Enrica took a deep breath in through her teeth, looking away from Arthur towards the wall. That was an issue, but one that would have to be brought up regardless at some point. The issue of him having been summoned by... "I... Don't know what I can do." She finally turned back around to face him again, forcing herself back into that neutral stance, to try and face him properly. "I don't know much of anything about myself. I seem to have been injured in an attack that occurred in this place... And now I have lost who I was. She returned the sheepish smile, the awkward atmosphere in the air seeping into her like moisture into a sponge, her previously neutral stance becoming a little more stiff. "You've been summoned by someone with... I suppose quite literally no experience." @ArbyOrNotToBe

Enrica's Servant would simply stare at her for a moment. He would also drop the smile he had and give her a look of concern. Only to push it all away with the same, reassuring smile. Like one any Knight would give to anybody in distress. "I see no issue with this. This only means the both of us can grow together. Given time, I am certain you will regain your memories and strength. As well as making new ones." Arthur proceeds to reach out to the side and suddenly a magnificent blade begins to form in his hand. It wouldn't take much for one to realize that the sword he is wielding is Excalibur, itself. After the weapon has been animated, Arthur proceeds to slowly get down to his knee and lower his head. Shortly planting the sword in front of him, the tip of its blade resting properly ontop of the surface. "I, Arthur Pendragon, swear an oath to you: I pledge to provide no service to you that might bring you dishonor. And for the unseeable future, I will do everything I can to assist you in anyway for I am your Knight. No longer am I a King but now a humble servant at your command. For the Greater Good, there shall be nobody else that I shall devote my life to." Arthur doesn't rise up from the commitment. Instead, he continues to remain in this position until given the permission to do so. Now, the King of Camelot has became a loyal servant for only one person. Enrica. Though his goals are to protect Humanity and the world, he shall put his Master first before everything else. That is the way in his eyes.

9:53 AM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

Enrica... Knelt before Arthur, as he had knelt before her, tilting her own head down but looking up with her eyes to look at Arthur, a smile coming to her face. It was nice, having that kind of promise be given to her, and that kind of reassurance. Maybe he might find it nice as well. In a slightly more authoritative tone this time, she spoke again. "And I, Lady Enrica, swear in return: I will do whatever I can to assist you as we fight against this great calamity that plagues this world. I will not abuse the oath you have made me, and I will not forsake you. As long as you are my servant, I shall treat you with the respect you deserve. And I promise not to take your devotion for granted. Being given a promise like that, being made to be a superior of some sort, definitely did give her a boost in her own confidence, but it wouldn't be fair to have all these promises and reassurances made without some of her own. Once she was finished, she took his hand and stood up, lifting him up with her before dropping his hand and placing her own behind her back. She looked over her shoulder towards the exit of the summoning room, then back to Arthur. "Thank you for your reassurance, and your promise. I'll be sure to remember both." The smile that she had been giving him widened and warmed. Her own only true goals were to protect Humanity, as she had been informed was her purpose here, and... Honestly she may not even need her old memories for that. Though any particular specialties she once had may help to remember, in that regard... @ArbyOrNotToBe

Arthur hears Enrica's movement and takes a quick peak by looking at her. Only to see that she was kneeling before him too. The Master and Servant pair meeting each at other at the same level. After hearing what she said, Arthur blinked several times in utter confusion. He couldn't grasp a proper response immediately. It took him a moment before finally saying something and breaking the temporary silence. "It seems like the both of us are in for quite the adventure." He smirks teasingly before getting up slowly with the assistance of Enrica. His experience so far with his Master felt special to him. Typicall the relationship of a Master and Servant was one sided. But when it was between these two, they shared respect for each other. Making them appear more like partners. "I admire your chivalry, Lady Enrica. It makes me look forward to what we can achieve together." His smile brightens, sharing the same energy she had. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

Sorry, gonna have to go to bed. Its getting late and I have classes tom. I'll reply as soon as I wake up!

No troubles dude, get some good rest!

"Chivalry..? You think so?" She didn't expect him to be so surprised by her actions, they just came naturally to her, treating him how he had been treating her. Nevertheless, she simply nodded and continued to smile. Though there were a few things she was curious about, outside of reading his Graph. "So what can you do? How do you fight? If I can learn about that... We'll be able to fight alongside each other with more efficiency, I think."

@ArbyOrNotToBe morning- whenever you're ready, no rush

I'll reply in a bit! And morning to you too.

No troubles!

"Mhm." Arthur nods. He would simply assume that is how things are done nowadays. But whatever's the case, he still appreciated his Master's kindness. Upon being asked what he can do, the Saber servant would present his sword to her. "As a Knight, it is my sworn duty to protect the defenseless and to serve those who are in need. I possess no magic other than my ability to apply a powerful surge of mana on my attacks. However, the ability drains me. Currently I am quite limited with my options at this state but given time, I will become stronger." When Enrica mentioned that she'll be fighting alongside him, he expresses a hint of uncertainty. She could see this as well. Arthur just hopes that she won't be too close to dangers but if that is what she wants, he will not question her decisions. This only pushes him to work harder as her Servant.

7:07 PM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

She definitely did pick up on the uncertainty, though she wasn't sure of the exact details. So she tilted her head, giving him somewhat of a questioning look. She had gotten a good idea of how he would fight now, a frontline offensive close-ranged combatant... She supposed that made sense, for one whose class was named after the sword. And getting stronger with time... He truly wasn't joking about the two of them growing together, hm? But it still raises the question. "Would there be... An issue with us fighting alongside each other? I am aware as a heroic spirit you are far more durable, and far more powerful, but could I not still support you? Even from a distance."

7:16 PM

@ArbyOrNotToBe

"Truthfully speaking, Master, that is what I would prefer. I cannot risk you being so close to our enemies. You are very important." Arthur was afraid that if his Master were to actually fight alongside him against a powerful foes, she would risk her life. At least at a distance, he wouldn't have to worry as much. After all, their style together might affect his way of fighting. Seeing that Enrica was a little concerned herself, Arthur says a few more things to assure her once more. "But I am not one to deny any assistance. It is your choice in the end for I am but a humble follower." He says this while making Excalibur disappear. Now Saber was unarmed to speak more casually to his Master. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"I am... Important? Well, I suppose I do act as your anchor and have the potential to provide support, losing me would be an objective resource loss, but I think losing you would be more of a loss..." She rubbed the back of her neck as her smile turned sheepish, shrugging a little bit as she gave a statement of her own worth in a shockingly blunt manner. She acknowledged that he would follow her no matter what but at the same time, she knew that he was speaking far more wisdom than she could summon at the moment. "But you're right. If I provide support and fight from a distance I'm far less likely to get in your way, and far less likely to fall to an enemy attack myself. So I'll do that to the best of my ability. But if I have to step in... For any reason. I won't hesitate to assist however I can. Does that sound right?" As Saber made Excalibur disappear, she rolled her sleeves up, feeling more comfortable with that than having them all the way down. And as she did so she revealed not only an incredibly muscular physique, but on one arm a tattoo sleeve of what appears to be... A swarm of locusts, eating humans alive. @ArbyOrNotToBe

"Of course, Master. Why wouldn't you be?" Arthur wasn't sure why Enrica saw herself so lowly. Her worth is much more than Arthur. With a sigh, her Servant shook his head. "I do not see you as a mere anchor or resource. You are much more than that. As you already know, I am dead. My time has already passed. You, however, are still alive. There is much more to explore and learn. Make use of what time you have left. I know I should've done the same..." Arthur weakens his smile as he looks back to his past. "Would you find it strange if I told you my subjects never viewed me as a normal 'human' even when I was alive?" He asks his Master though eventually noticing the tattoo on Enrica's arm. He cocks a brow at it but makes no other comment. He'll save the subject for later.

7:44 PM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Ah... You put value on unrealised potential rather than realised potential." She managed to suss out what the discrepancy between the two here. She saw herself as lowly because of what she had, and what she was, whilst her Servant seemed to be putting far more focus on what he could be. She had muttered this conclusion to herself as she had continued to listen to his advice, in no way taking it for granted. Yes... She had potential to be so much more than the nothing she was now, to regain what was old alongside making something new. So she would do that. And that being said... She tilted her head at his last question, giving the answer through her body language far before she gave it through her mouth. She herself had not yet noticed the tattoo. "Yes, I would find it very strange... You seem perfectly human to me, all the same features on the surface, and you exhibit behaviours I know a human exhibits."

7:59 PM

she could be*

7:59 PM

@ArbyOrNotToBe

"Each of their own. Everyone has their own value, strong or weak, with potential or without." Arthur states. From speaking to her longer, it seems Arthur's Master lacked confidence in herself. Perhaps he can help with that but it is too early to be so involved. Who couldn't be sure if she'll accept his help even. So for now, he'll be observant. Simply watching over his Master and learning more about her. "I may look the part but I was too blinded by my ambitions of saving Humanity. I was so invested that I forgot what it meant to be one. Before I could do anything, I have lost everything. My life, my Knights, Camelot." The Saber sighs, shaking his head at disaproval of himself. "But the past is the past. I am now here to fight for Humanity's future." He announces with confidence. Even curling his hand into a fist and placing it on his chest, swearing on it. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"I see..." Her brow had furrowed at his statement, not in confusion but more in just sort of processing it, truly taking it in and engraving it into her core. There could be value in everyone? That... Made sense. As long as a human can think, breathe, and feel, it can serve a purpose. He furrowed brow came to be more of a true frown at the telling of his story, however, and she nodded once it was done, respectfully. Smiling when she saw his newfound determination, the furrowing of her brow actually didn't change, she did have a concern on her mind. "But... If you once more did nothing but single-mindedly seek the protection of humanity here in this afterlife as well, resigning yourself to the role of just my servant, my sword and shield, and protector of the defenceless... Would you not begin to repeat your own history? If so... Then take this as an order. A command from your Master." A more confident expression came to her face. This... Was something that she was sure on. She had seen pain in his eyes when he described how his life had gone. And she didn't want to see that pain on his face anymore. She didn't know where she came from. Maybe it was not a good place. But if that was the case then this would be a second chance for both of them... "You said we would be able to grow alongside each other, so we will do so. You will be more than just a tool and arms to me. You're not out of potential yet, I don't think. You say you are already dead but you're right here in front of me, for all intents and purposes alive, even if it is a simulated life or afterlife. With room to grow and learn here. So... Fight for yourself now and then, okay?" She gave him a warm smile. She seemed rather adept at recycling words she had previously heard, it seems. She placed her own fist over her own chest, a show of her certainty. @ArbyOrNotToBe

He was hoping that Enrica wouldn't call him out for his statement. He had only realized what he had just said as soon as he finished. Quite ironic, really. Though when he was called out, he responds with a surprised expression. "I suppose you're right... Haha. Foolish me." After Enrica makes her command, Arthur's eyes widened. His first orders. Though he quickly calms down. Nodding his head as he acknowledged what she had just said. After all, there was more confidence being built. This was a good thing. "I shall honor your command, Lady Enrica. I will be less selfless from now on. My sword will now be used to fight for others and my own life." Arthur couldn't help but feel a bit proud for his Master. Just after he was summoned, Arthur saw that his Master wasn't so sure about herself. This was a good step forward for her. For them both. Noting that she copied his gesture again, Arthur couldn't help but laugh. "I hope those will be the only things you'll copy from me. I already have a stubborn personality, others say. Best not to pick that up." Enrica's Servant jokes. Sharing the same comforting atmosphere with his Master. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Thank you, Arthur. It means a lot to me that you would see me as an equal... And that you would follow so obediently. It seems you're rather an obedient Servant after all." She joked in response to him, her smile unwavering. It seemed that, upon the mere statement of her importance, and her value, and upon truly processing and understanding why... She believed it. She believed in her own worth, and in the worth of so many others. That is why humanity deserved protection. That is why Chaldea existed. That is why... She would do everything in her power to do as a knight does. Perhaps not in the exact same way as Arthur. But she decided then. She would protect the defenceless, and save those in need. "And as you wish. I will try to remain malleable. The more I do that, the easier it will be to grow, right?" She unclosed her fist and just kind of rested her hand on top of her chest now, comforting herself and continuing her smile. This was an interesting feeling. It was similar to the nothing of when she awoke, that unwavering stillness, but it had something else... A glow of embracing warmth. Perhaps this was comfort, or contentedness. Either way, she had to admit that it was rather enjoyable. @ArbyOrNotToBe

@ArbyOrNotToBe everything good?

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/- Just been busy with school, sorry! I'll respond right now.

Hey, no troubles, just checking in, curious about what's happenin'. I'm a bit nosy, lol.

Np np!

Seeing Lady Enrica smile and be content with what is going on is one of many reasons why Arthur fights for Humanity in the first place. To see the rest of Human cilization grow in peace is something every Hero, in his eyes, should fight for. After all, one cannot be a legend if there aren't people around that can share the tale. "I am glad to hear that, Master. It is my duty as your Knight to be obedient. Simply make a request and I shall do everything I can to fulfill it. Just like the one you mentioned a moment ago." Arthur nods. Shortly noticing she had mimicked another gesture of his. These little acts always makes him smile. In fact, it also makes him proud of his work. Though he does not show such a behavior in public, deep down he feels this way. It acts as good motivation for him to keep moving forward. "Given time, you will become a hero far greater than me. I am certain of that! We are here to fight for Humanity's future together so let us create a new story folks of our time will tell and share." Arthur states. However, he might've gone a little overboard with that comment. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Well... Perhaps before thinking about myself becoming a high and mighty hero that could surpass even King Arthur... We should probably familiarise ourselves with Chaldea... The moment I surpass you is a long way away, so we should begin with perhaps smaller steps... And then we can truly get to work." She laughed a little awkwardly, dropping her hand to her side. She still had not yet noticed the tattoo, so she simply turned to face away from Arthur and head towards the door. "I was given a briefing of the facilities, but I haven't seen them for myself yet. And considering I haven't truly eaten in what may well be years... I think it might be a good idea for us to visit the cafeteria. We can share a meal and talk more there. Maybe we'll even see other masters and servants. It would be good to find out about our comrades."

8:27 AM

@ArbyOrNotToBe

"Of course, Master. I've yet to explore this facility myself as well. Please lead the way, I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me do so." Arthur proceeds to follow after her Master. While doing such, he figured now might be a good time to ask about her interesting tattoo. "If I may, could you tell me about that tattoo on your arm? It is... unique. To say the least." The Saber proceeds to brighten up after hearing about having a meal. "Ah! If that is the case, could I perhaps make you a meal instead? As for meeting my comrades, that would be a delight. I am curious to what other historical figures may walk the same floor as me. I might even see a fellow Knight of the Round Table. It would be a nice experience to reunite with those who fought alongside me." @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Tattoo..." It was at this point that she glanced at her arm, and at the grotesque scene that was painted upon it. She furrowed her brow, mildly disturbed by it at first... Specifically the pain depicted on the face of the villagers within. "I hadn't seen that before today... It must be a remnant of who I was... I don't know the significance but it looks like... Locusts. A swarm of them, eating humans." She held the arm up to her face as the two travelled into and through the halls, rolling up her sleeve further and getting a look at the rest of it, which was much more of the same. She gave a small hum. "It's... Not very pleasant to look at." She remarked, pulling her sleeves back down on both sides. Though the idea of Arthur cooking for her... "And if we're in agreement, let us get going... Do you enjoy cooking, Arthur?"

8:42 AM

@ArbyOrNotToBe

Arthur frowns. There wasn't even a 'click' that could possibly inform Enrica about her past. Even with the presence of the violent tattoo, she cannot recall anything. Perhaps it might be for the best, Arthur thought. "Well... I can't really comment on it." Enrica swiftly changes the subject which is honestly for the better. With that, Arthur jumps right in and delivers a response. "That I do. Other than fighting, serving meals another way to serve the people. Wouldn't you agree? It is also a fine hobby as well. Are you one to cook, Master?"

8:46 AM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"Well, with the way you describe it, I'd certainly like to learn. I believe I have a solid grasp on the basics, at least, though not many recipes in my memory. Perhaps I could assist you in cooking the meal, and learn by doing." She reasoned out and suggested, thinking how that would be useful. He wouldn't be there to cook for her all the time, after all. So she'd have to learn at some point. "So... What's your favourite meal to cook? I'm sure I'll like it, whatever it is." @ArbyOrNotToBe

"To be honest, I don't think I've ever cooked long enough to really decide what my favorite meal to cook is... Since you're more than eager to assist me, why don't we use this moment to spend some together? Before we enter the field?" Arthur liked the suggestion a lot. He was more than just a Knight or King after all. Such acts make him feel, make him believe that he's human just like her. "Let us see what is available. With how Humanity is currently, Chaldea might be running through rations." @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"That was my thoughts exactly, being as familiar with each other as we can before battling would be beneficial." She nodded over her shoulder, and exited through the door to the summoning chamber truly now, feeling far more ready than she had ever felt to her knowledge, with such a servant by her side, and newfound self-worth. She felt now that she could truly take on this rampaging apocalypse that threatened humanity. ....Rrrrrrrrrrmble. ...After a good meal. @ArbyOrNotToBe wanna close us off?

Sure thing

"We are on the same page, wonderful!" He says with enthusiasm. Letting Enrica exit the room before he does. Then eventually the two make their way to the kitchen where Arthur would cook a meal for the both of them. With the assistance of his Master, the meal couldn't be any better. This was a nice first step to what would eventually become big for the both of them. @RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/- Hope this is fine! I'll be heading to bed now. Thanks a lot for summoning Arthur and I look forward to more RP!

That's great, thanks! Have yourself a good night dude, I'm looking forward to it, too!

The girl, stepping towards the summoning system, felt her heart thudding in her chest. Her own deficiencies aside, there were laws which governed the evocation of spirits. Naturally, to reach into the domain of Man and purposefully draw out power, about half of them would need to be broken. Summoning a heroic spirit meant treating even Alayashiki as a tool to be used for success. That bothered her. Not because it was unnecessary, but because it was cruel to the records of mankind who had already played out their part. But, in the end, the real plague was her shaking legs, her unsteady eyes, her failing health... In her own eyes, she was a monster unworthy of a hero. And yet... A battle to save the world wasn't the time to wallow in self-pity. 'Self-hypnosis, start.' "Hanfod y Cwpan." (Cydbwysedd) "Sylfaen y Gwaywffon." (anghydbwysedd) "Sefydlu'r ffin a'r porth." (gât yn agor) "Rwy'n gweddio." (O blaned, clywch fi) "Rwy'n erfyn ar yr affwys." "Chwedlau a gofnodwyd felly, yn dod yn fy llafn." "Chwedlau felly heed, Dof yn dy ewyllys." "Bydd y Gorchymyn llosgi hwn yn gam tuag at ein dyfodol." "Os yw hyn yn eich plesio, cyrhaeddwch a llawenhewch." "Os nad ydyw, myfyriwch ar eich cywilydd." "Mae ein hewyllysiau mor unedig, ni all unrhyw ddrwg na da ein dadwneud." "I'r Seithfed Orsedd, yr wyf yn offrymu gorchymyn...!" "Cyrraedd, fy arwr!" So speaking, Emilea felt the wind fall. And then, for a while, she felt nothing. The backlash of summoning a heroic spirit is... a little much... @Dagger

A light shining forth from the center of the room, the grand array of lines that make up the summoning circle glowing with power as energy forms, rapidly ebbing and flowing as it prepares to reach into the Throne of Heroes, searching for one willing to take the call... and with the fate of the world at stake, was it not inevitable that such a soul would agree? With a final bright flash as the bright energy swells to a zenith and bursts, a figure appears forth. One that is perhaps... shockingly plain. With but a simple brown coat with white highlights clad to his body, one so low that only his equally brown boots visible to the eye, the only other spot of color in his garb a reddish-pink cravat tied high and hanging down from the top on his coat. Snow white hair framing two icy blue eyes as his pale face is set in a neutral expression. "My name is Charles-Henri San-" His sentence abruptly cuts off as he takes in her appearance, quickly taking a few steps forward to support her. "Ah, master, are you all right?"

@Satan

The girl looks up, blearily, somehow both shaken and serene. She could feel the connection to the sigils on her chest. She could feel the soft pulsing of information as she looked at this person, as her master's clairvoyance began to function. She could even feel the truth in his kind words. His sincere concern for her wellbeing. Yet, despite all that, she remained baffled. Emilea was shocked that a hero had come. "...I'll... manage..." "Sorry... the backlash was a bit..." "Um..." "Much."

@Dagger

"..." His concerned expression shifts as a hint of doubt enters in, magecraft... is not something to which this man has experience. Beyond his existence as a heroic spirit, such matters are ones of which his experience is none. "Is there a medical area? Whether you believe you can manage or not, you should take care of your health." Regardless, he can at least take her to those who are more familiar with such conditions, so they are able to appropriately treat her.

@Satan

"No, forgive me." "As injuries go, this is the magical equivalent of fatigue." "So, it's fine to continue introductions..." She shakily stands up. Demanding obedience from her fragile body, the girl managed to force herself into a proper posture. "I'm Emilea Pluvia Gahadria. It's a pleasure to meet you." Yes, the girl bows slightly and boyishly. All the while thinking to herself that the planet sending her an executioner must be its idea of a joke. Ha ha. Very funny.

7:59 PM

@Dagger

He nods in acceptance of her explanation of her condition. "Of course. My name is Charles-Henri Sanson, summoned here at your request." He returns his bow with his own, his right hand coming up to his heart as he does so. "I will serve you as best as I am able... however I am unable to to kill humans. I can only hope this restriction is acceptable to you, Master." His eyes still scan her form clinically... the second she seems unfit to carry herself he will be there to assist.

@Satan

The girl squirms, unused to such attention. Rather, she preferred not to be medically examined. In a normal hospital, a doctor who gave her body a thorough examination would risk breaching the concealment of the mystics, due to her blatantly unnatural scars, but in a place like Chaldea it was just practiced discomfort. She mentally grimaced. She was being silly again. And really, an outcome like this was for the best. Currently, she was more or less in some undergarments and a hospital gown. The necrotized tissue from her cryogenic stasis aside, the explosion's worst aftershock was certainly damaging her usual mystic codes beyond repair. In other words, she had yet to even procure a way of defending herself. And beyond that, her destroyed magical tools were actually more like medical aids that just happened to be useful for her magic. As it was, she was starting from nothing. And she was, naturally, a complete weakling. So a spirit who acted as an executioner rather than a soldier was less likely to harm her. And with that restriction... "The incineration of humanity has apparently started something on the scale of a war through time, but..." "I'd also prefer not to cause collateral damage. Killing innocent people is against my nature." "So, that suits me fine." "That said, I'm..." Emilea stumbled a bit. A sudden pain in her side, pinging again and again like some curious bird repeatedly flying into a window. ...Which was probably more or less the case. "...not strong." "I don't have a sense of justice, and my personality is gloomy." "In my estimation, I'm just as likely to die from my fragility as I am to die in battle." "So..." "Don't expect much of me, Charles-Henri." "That's my only restriction for you."

8:42 PM

@Dagger

His face flickers with concern as he steps forward once more to steady her, stopping as he sees her once more steady herself. Regardless of his status as an executioner... he is also a doctor. "I would ask you need not worry about such things. I have no experience in the area of mage craft, but I would hope my medical knowledge would still be enough to assist your condition. Should you have any troubles, please, don't hesitate to ask for my assistance... and on that note I must recommend we find a medical area, otherwise you could risk infection." Necrotized tissue... If it is allowed to stay untreated it will only grow worse. If her magical complications are merely fatigue then he should be more than able to treat her condition without risk of further damage. Though... he will have to be sure to study the medical techniques on offer in this facility. Finding himself unable to treat such injuries in the future because of them could be...

"...Yeah. It should be treated, if possible." "But my 'condition' is a part of my body. Regardless of whether or not I'm medically salvageable, this is just something I have to deal with." She brushed off the genuine concern with some mild embarrassment. Faith in her will to survive? It was nothing like that. Rather, she preferred not to be a burden. "...Aside from that, I have no objections to this match." "Your 'color' is pure and you've been kind enough to hear me out this far." "I don't mind formally confirming our contract, Charles-Henri." She held out her hand - perhaps to shake or perhaps to accept a pledge. And for a moment, the injured girl gave off a pure and unadulterated aura of dignity. Like a manifestation of 'Cinderella' or something of the like, she had the grace and poise of a fairy princess... for only a single transient moment. And then her poise dropped. It became just a scared girl, holding out her hand. Eternally hopeful, but expecting the worst.

Holding her hand out like that... is it truly ok for him to reach out and take it with these blood stained hands of his? Such sinful hands that took the lives of so many, through so many horrid methods. The lives of so many innocents falsely accused. But... But..! How can he simply stand by in the face of such an expression? In the end, even through his own hesitation, he reaches out and takes her hand gently, eternally cognizant of her fragility. "I may not know what you mean by my 'color', but I will be happy to accept your contract, Master. Now, let us be off. I would prefer to treat your condition immediately. Even if it is something that is a part of you... the least I can do is make sure it does not grow worse."

"Sure." "I imagine we have... a lot to discuss." Emilea's brain races with exactly what to say. How to explain... well... anything about herself. Normally, she was more than happy to leave out all the details and paint her life in broad strokes... But a servant connection ran two ways. And it would all come out eventually. Only a silly thing called pride could stop her from speaking out right here and now. ...But it would do so ruthlessly and without remorse. Her chest burned with anxiety and so she said nothing. For now, she forced her mind to be content. For now, she was just happy to have someone to struggle alongside. Even if it was just for a short, transient time... It would surely be enough - from here until the end of the dream.

Time to go to #〚🏡｜medical-room ?

Sure. @Satan #〚🏡｜medical-room

Time to take her to the medical room

The lights snapped on as a single figure stepped into the vast room, his boots echoing off the smooth floors. Oliver by all means considered himself a confident man. Said confidence had saved his life more times than he could count. You could walk right into Fort Knox with nothing but a uniform and a confident look on your face and it would get you in. Of course, he'd know that better than anyone, after all, he'd done it before. Several times. But did it really count if you were assuming the face of the base commander? Oliver didn't know. His mind was wandering now he realized as he approached the summoning circle. He was confident in his abilities to call forth a servant yet that small part at the back of his mind was just itching with a slight hint of doubt. I'll be considered more than useless if I cannot summon a servant. That would be considered unacceptable to my handlers. If they're still even around given the incineration... And even if this didn't work there was a naive Master or two that he could toy with until they surrendered their servant. They always did. Blackmail or charm he didn't really care unless it got him what he wanted. Before he knew it his hand was out and the command seals were glowing. No turning back now. "Deception is my origin, Lies are by definition, Half-truths my trade, The jester wears its mask, The Actor enters the stage, The board is erased and rewritten to my will, Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate. Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth. You shall be bonded to my fate for I am Master You shall be connected to my very soul You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, and answer my contract!"

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

Light brightly shines from the room. Everything is set right, and the stars fully converge towards the summoning of a grandiose Servant. A legendary figure that stands leagues above any other Mystery. And then, you see... Absolutely nothing. Zilch. The resulting ethereal mist reveals nothing in the middle of the circle.

Footsteps approached from behind, as the supposed malfunction clearly was sign for trouble. "Oh, my! Now this is quite the shameful display. This shouldn't have happened."

12:14 AM

A beautiful woman, clad in the attire of a titillating secretary approached the chamber. "Excuse me, you're a Master, yes?"

12:14 AM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

He frowned as he watched the empty circle and took a step forward to investigate the result. Looks like I'll have to take the other op- Then a voice spoke behind him. He had to fight the urge to jump. Any sign of panic or worry would be like dropping a bead of blood in a shark tank. "It would be safe to assume that," Oliver said, keeping his voice calm. He turned his head to look behind, keeping his back to hide the fact that he'd formed his right hand to prepare to blast the voice with a wave of Gandr bullets. Then he saw the figure, a rather... interesting sectary it seemed. It reminded him of the get-up he wore in Munich three years ago. He dissipated the building energy within his fingers and turned around. He kept his body language open and non-threatening. He could make a guess or two at who this woman was given the failed summoning and the general timing.

12:22 AM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"Good, I just received the alarm from the summoning chamber, and as the only NFF employee on-site, I am contracted to address this matter."

12:26 AM

"Oh, where are my manners?" She offers her hand. "Koyanskaya, from the Nine Fox Foundation. Infiltration, manufacturing, negotiation, marketing, anything. That's what we're good at." All of this is said in her peppy yet sultry tone she casually yet expertly crafts. (edited)

12:27 AM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

Nine Fox Foundation. The Pliskins kept extensive information regarding all threats and factors in the world that might play into their games of power. Their agents were fully expected to memorize hundreds upon hundreds of dossiers of organizations and individuals of interest. Yet now despite considering himself one of their best, he found himself floundering at the name.

Oliver Pliskin makes an Insight check!

1d20mi10 (12) + 7 = 19

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

You can't quite tell. Is it a front? A company that just appeared right before the incineration? Even in your memory banks, you just can't remember such a title. Perhaps asking more questions might lead you to better answers.

12:38 AM

Even then, her sweet smile remains, and her hand is still open.

12:39 AM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

If you want to attempt deception with me, I can play at that game too Oliver placed on his best charming smile and took her hand in a calculated and gracious manner. He even bowed slightly to sell the act. "Master Oliver at your service, Madam Koyanskaya." he chose a soft and breathy voice to disarm her, "I am more than familiar with the act of being versatile in many things. It is a pleasure to meet someone that too is proficient in many arts but do allow me to ask a question, madam, what was the cause of this alarm that brought you here?" (edited)

12:54 AM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14] We can continue in morning if you are sleeping

"Oh, if this chamber malfunctions, then I need to check up on it and give a refund, yes? It would be wrong to leave a Master impaired, much more when you are set to jump into a mission sooner or later."

12:59 AM

"In which case, tell me what you want, and I can surely arrange for it, Master Oliver." (edited)

1:00 AM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

The timing was just too convenient. He just needed to make her admit it. It wasn't to anyone gain, he in particular didn't have anything to gain from this. But it was a feeling that he wanted to prolong this act for something else... What did they call it again? Ah, yes, fun. "Well, for a malfunction that happened less than a minute ago, the Nine Fox Foundation does have their representatives be extremely punctual." he made an act of a slight frown, "Might you have any documents for maintenance? As a Master of Chaldea, I am required to check the validity of such actions." He made an act of sighing. "Apologies, we Masters have such tight protocols that we are expected to follow, lest the director removes our positions. She is such a hard woman to please and the slightest fault sets her off." (edited)

"Oh, of course." She giggles, as if just playing the fool. They're both having their 'fun' tonight, aren't they? Then she just kind of takes a filled document from her person. Oliver can quickly skim it and see it's a very generic document fit for any sort of accidents or malfunctions on NFF-produced equipment. But that gives it enough validity to barely pass for appropriate documentation. What sort of person is this woman, even? "I am always prepared, Master Oliver. Yet, you haven't answered my question. Did you hope for any sort of Servant in particular? Sorry for asking, but I can't help being curious~♡" With her absurd persuasion, she softly tries to gauge his entire personality by prodding him with business nonsense. They're both in their field. (edited)

1:17 AM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside I'll sleep now. You can post and I'll answer tomorrow!

You're good at forgery, I'll admit that. Even I can't be sure of its validity. Impressive. He would never admit it openly, at least for now, but was really getting to start to like her. They both knew how the dance worked it seemed, and it was almost sad that it the tango had to eventually end. No issue in dragging it out though. The more I find out the better. This is purely strategic. But that small itch at the back of his brain, the chink is his confidence. Was he dancing this tango for the ends of his duty or for his own pleasure? The Mindless, Faceless Pliskin within him decided that the latter was impossible. Everything he did was for the ends "Well," he smirked and began to pace slightly around the sectary in circles. "I hope for the strongest servant appropriate. I seek a servant that is strong not only in arms but in cunning. You can have all the firepower in the world and it will be useless unless you know how to apply it. And not only for prowess in battle or in the field, but compatibility to myself as well. I would desire very strongly a servant that enjoys the small parts of life, the things most would regard as blatant luxuries like the arts or wine... and not just in that too. Servants willingly embrace progress, I am all too aware of some who are stuck in their era of think. My family would never accept such roadblocks, much less those we create ourselves. Eternal progress is the motto they and I accept." He stopped behind her. "Unique traits I'm sure for a servant but one's that I admit is what I truly desire." "Oh, and I do enjoy deception and half-truths, the act for convincing others to do your bidding while they truly believe what they do is of their free will." Oliver smirked slightly. "And, yes, I would desire a refund for this malfunction. What do you have in mind as a... suitable compensation for such a hassle?" (edited)

8:19 AM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"My, my. That's quite picky of you." Her smile turned slightly crooked. "Well, we had enough fun for today, haven't we? In that case, for compensation for the trouble you've had..." And with that, she drops all pretenses, her posture clearly changing. It seems she gave up. Or maybe even 'revealing' her identity is a sign that this is already moving into a new round of their little game. "How does a sexy secretary assistant sound? Assassin, at your service."

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

"Quite the compensation to offer yourself..." Is the game over now? I wouldn't bet on it but let's see where you decide to take it He kept his slight smile but stopped his pacing in front of her. "Though I suppose I could use a secretary given my line of work, though don't expect a mountain of paperwork to deal with. I prefer my assistants to be more hands-on in the field if you understand what I mean," he said with a more clinical tone of voice as he now decided to move onto a more professional persona, "An assassin and a secretary... it sounds... perfect to me. So let me return the favor since you've been so kind to offer yourself. How does a Master that specializes in getting what he wants, whatever it takes and however long it takes, sound like to you?"

9:01 PM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"Of course, of course~ I am a hypercompetent assistant in every possible way. You won't be disappointed~♡" As Oliver became professional, so did Assassin. "So you're that kind of person, hm. Well, tell you what. If you desire—" "—I provide. After all, the NFF is the number one company in filling humanity's wishes." A much, much more devious expression shows from her face. "As long as our contract is valid, I shall dedicate my full resources to fulfill your wishes, Master." (edited)

9:12 PM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside (edited)

"Let's not leave that to words, there will come a time where both of us are tested in our own ways," he said, "And maybe we'll understand each other more as Master and Servant. Well, not me exactly. I don't intend to ever show you that. "And so long as our contract stands I'll provide that which I find appropriate. You need, I offer." Despite himself, Oliver's interest was peaked. He hated not knowing a person or a group in exact detail. He couldn't recount the number of operations that had been botched because nobody put in the homework. "Forgive me for bringing this up, but I never have really heard of such a... unique company such as NFF that fulfilled wishes in such a way before I joined Chaldea. Is it new or has it escaped even the watchful gaze of my own masters? If it's the latter then I truly applaud you."

9:28 PM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"I see, I see." Koyan grins. Who cares about understanding a human. He's her new employer, so she'll work professionally. And with her techniques, he'll eventually slip, they all do. "Oh, a little bit of both." Wink. "But a woman has to keep some secrets, no? If I didn't know how to deal with magus, I wouldn't be able to pride myself in my excellence, would I?" She quickly ascertained very small facts about her Master in a few back and forths. (edited)

10:17 PM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

"We Magus appreciate our secrets. But pry hard enough and know the pressure points, and they come out spilling and there's no way to stop it once it gets going. I wouldn't be surprised if we've both gotten something out of each other. Not that I think that we would tell," Oliver continued speaking as his mind moved to calculate the possible slip-ups and openings he could exploit. "So keep your secrets then? I'll keep my mind in return. I however have to ask you about your identity as a servant. It'll be important for both of us to at least have something workable with the other."

10:49 PM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"Hm? I've been fully honest throughout my introduction. I am Koyanskaya Hikari. Of the Light." She clarifies. "But my weaknesses are unassailable. If you're concerned about my weak spots, then I can confidently tell you I have none at all~"

11:08 PM

You are eligible to roll insight, but we both know that she's really being truthful. It's her Saint Graph which is bizarre enough to elude identification.

11:08 PM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

Probability stated she likely wasn't lying but Oliver didn't like to leave things up to a coin flip. Too many factors, too many unknowns, and never really knowing if the game had been rigged from the start. He decided to test her slightly with his insight that he'd honed over the years... (edited)

Victor Voychek makes an Insight check!

1d20 (20) + 4 = 24

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14] (should be a 27)

Do you want Koyan to contest that roll with her persuasion? @TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

@T. Vitch Koyanskaya, Greater Goddess of Weaponry (@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]) - jump (Sure if you want)

Koyanskaya of Light makes a Persuasion check!

1d20mi10 (14) + 15 = 29

Koyanskaya's enchanting smile remains as truthful as ever. Even so, it's hard not to be aware that his own Servant has been quietly moving the conversation towards him. Subtly identifying the things she wants to know of him.

11:51 PM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

"Well, I expect nothing less from a servant like you not to have a weak spot," Oliver nodded, fully aware of how the conversation had begun to turn. She'd been perfectly honest with her introduction, it'd be expected of him to be fully honest with hers. Any attempt to avoid the question or full-on deception she'd pick out at once or it could lead to trouble down the load when - and he was sure she would - find out more about him. "Koyanskaya Hikari. Quite the name. I'll have to ask how you got it later." He decided that'd he'd delve into the archives after this to try to find out more about that name. Every bit of his identity he would try to find out. The Pliskins always hated not knowing something and coveted intelligence like it was sacred. "But for now, I suppose it would be best to fully introduce myself as well. You may call me just Oliver for now. Like an Assassin, I prefer using deception and trickery to get what I want instead of outright brute-force violence, though if the latter is required I'm not hesitant to use it." he made an act of taping his chin as if to remember something, "Oh, and don't get too attached to this face or body of mine when we're the field. This isn't even my original one." (edited)

12:02 AM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

The Assassin simply giggles, as the spy spoke of her. Once the topic changes to himself, she quietly listens to his explanation. "Ho...? That's funny. Well, I will keep it in mind, I can do the same after all." And with a snap of her fingers, her attire changed into a completely different one.

12:43 PM

"My Shapeshift is only for spy business, just like you."

12:43 PM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

Oliver didn't consider himself a man that actually smiled outside of assuming an identity. In fact, he didn't really consider himself anything outside of a disguise. But right now he had a slight grin on his face he couldn't wipe off. "Heh... someone not too different. I see that the two of us will get on well enough." he nodded, "Though I will warn you now that while I have the means to defend myself... I would not consider myself someone proficient in direct combat against anyone well-trained. I've mainly relied on my disguises to avoid a fight and my Gandr bullets to create an opening to escape." This wasn't really revealing something he didn't have to have to but a legitimate fault he found within himself that he really had no reason to keep hidden. If he didn't have that fault he wouldn't be summoning a servant, would he? Other than support and briefing, Pliskin agents were lone animals that operated alone in the field. But Oliver knew that style would no longer fly in the world he was about to enter.

9:34 PM

@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"That's fine, that's fine." She cheerfully brushed away his worries. "After all, I can do anything you need. That is our contract. If you need someone dead, I'll make sure their graves are dug beforehand." Aaaand she's back to her previous attire.

Vitch:: @TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

He crossed his arms. "Good. That's how I like to hear it from my own servant. I shall expect no less from you in the future." Oliver stared around. "Well, it seems we've said what is needed for introductions. I guess the appropriate course of action now is to show you to my quarters."

victor: @Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]

"Very well, Master Oliver. Let's get to business~"

1:22 PM

Defending humanity, yet living with mixed feelings of hatred and love towards its foul existence. How disgusting, isn't it~? But this guy's funny. She'll honor the contract, and watch over him as they fall into the depths of his own hell.

1:23 PM

That is the nature of a fragmented Beast.

i can't believe I forgot to ping. @TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

@T. Vitch Koyanskaya, Greater Goddess of Weaponry (@Sky_ | [NPC] | Sal [9] Walp [14]) - jump "I'll lead the way, though fair warning, my first time seeing my quaters as well." he nodded, "Came here straight from cryosleep."

"Good, good. I'll tag along, let's see what this shoddy Chaldea has for us, hm?"

7:34 PM

@TheInsanityThatLiesOutside

Erik had finally worked off some of his stress and grief with training and decided it was time to form a new contract and see who would be working with him. He needed to have a Partner to function efficiently as a Master with how he fought. He input the commands in the summoning console and just hoped the system would handle it as he was not sure what to add. He muttered a solemn prayer in Norse as he did, hoping for luck that it would be someone who was at least friendly to work with.

12:17 PM

@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal you can respond whenever, i'll be around for a while

The magical circle flared to life, energy crackling around it before deep blue flames burst from the circle. It took a moment for the flames to die down, and once they did it left behind a woman. A drop dead beautiful woman clad in armor with white hair and a sad look on her face. "Brynhildr... My class is Lancer, Please do not be kind with me master... It would be troubling..."

(@StarryCleric )

"Huh.... ah... Well I am glad I am more used to these sorts of appearance right now" he says that but he still couldn't help but blush at the beauty in front of him. First Surtr, and now Brynhildr... wait... this was another relative of his. Bad thoughts be gone! "Ah! Brynhildr... This is... Interesting. I am Erik Odinson, distant descendant of the All Father. Though my blood is tainted by that of Surtr, she has seen fit to give me her blessing. She was my former partner. I do hope we can get along well." He would extend his hand to shake with the woman who appeared, the size difference probably comical as the over 8 ft tall man looks down towards the Servant he had summoned. His hand still bore the scars of expended command seals, showing that he was barely fit to be called a Master.

The former Valkyrie freezes for a second upon hearing his lineage, then hesitantly shakes Erik’s hand. Her expression filled with sadness never leaving her face. “If it is your desire then I shall follow it… I must reiterate that it would be best… If you do not be to kind to me…” She gives him a small and respectful bow, being almost overly polite whilst speaking. Kind of like an intern would to the CEO of a company?

"I don't know if I can do that. You are just another person here trying to help us win against the destruction of the Human Order. To fight against 'evil'. Why would I not be kind to another being who is fighting by my side?" Erik was honestly confused at why he could not be kind to someone. He was a kind person at heart and like to be nice to people. He wasn't sure if he could be unkind to someone he viewed as his partner. "Even you Heroic Spirits feel pain and regret when you vanish..."

”It would be best if I were just treated as your tool as we servants should be… We are but powerful familiars to do the bidding of our masters…” She chooses not to speak on the last few words Erik said, choosing to instead raise her head some, then bow once more. Afterwards standing up straight, but this proper but reserved posture.

"But even a tool needs to be treated with care lest it break, right? And it is best not to break your tools. I was raised more as a smith so I know the value in taking care of your tools and weapons. A good sword treated with care will last you a long time. I don't understand why everyone thinks its ok just to send people in to die. Even Heroic Spirits. I haven't seen them throw their treasured sword at the enemy yet in a valiant attempt to win, why are we throwing the more valuable lives away?" Erik seemed rather concerned about the spirit before him, that she would see herself in such a way. That is how some Servants acted though, so he had to just roll with it. "I will treat you as well as I would treat any piece of equipment I have. Just be sure to treat yourself a bit better."

"I understand... If that is what you desire out of me then I shall do my best to comply with your wishes Master... I shall not argue with that which you desire..." Brynhildr gets a good look at her new master, looking at him up and down and noting down his appearance. She just hopes that she does not grow affectionate of him, that would be quitetroublesome if she did...

"Well since you were just summoned, as with a tool just forged, you must be honed. Do you have any ideas on where you want to take your training so that you can fully realize the potential your form has?" Erik asks inquisitively, also looking her up and down, though quickly averting his eyes. She seemed rather capable, but most freshly summoned Heroic Spirits can still have more room to grow into their more physical forms "I can help fund your training at least"

"I do have knowledge on what it is that I wish to improve on as of this moment... It may take quite the long while before I am able to become more useful, but I shall serve you to the best of my abilities..." Brynhildr's gaze stays on Erik's chest, centered where his heart is. Mostly as a means to avoid meeting eyes with her new master. It would be best to keep a firm line drawn...

Erik was getting a bit embarrassed at her staring at his chest, while that may be about eye level for her, he wasn't used to someone so intently staring at his well built body. Most people attempted to keep normal eye contact, and he hadn't realized that she was intentionally avoiding it. "W-well then, let me show you around for a bit and then we can get started on your training I suppose. Perhaps we can re-enter the Germany singularity before it is done and you can meet one of your sisters. The Heroic Spirit known as the Valkyries was summoned and is currently active in the Singularity, and our main threat is the Frost Giant King, so it does have some relation to you"

She wasn't exactly staring at him, moreso just keeping her gaze eye level but she didn't notice his flusterness, or just chose to ignore it. She looks down to the ground for a second before her gaze returns to where it once was. "I see... That is quite concerning... By chance... Are there any others who have relations to me that have been summoned?"

"Let me check....." Erik flips open the console to check the logs as he browses through "Oh, Odin and Sigurd are summoned, though I am not sure where Sigurd currently is, but Odin is in Turkey. We can go meet them later. You will need to be in top condition to meet Sigurd I suspect. Don't go throwing your formed life away on him until you can survive it. He has been manifested for a long time and is pretty skilled." Erik gives her a fake stern look. He was hoping she would either be happy or motivated with Sigurd around, perhaps maybe a bit too motivated though.

"A-ah... I see 'he' and father are here... I cannot feel it yet... But I know we will soon meet... I hope this time my love shall reach him wherever he may be..." There was the sound of flames, a small crackling as a blue flame rises around Brynhildr for a bit before fading away. The former valkyrie letting out a small sigh, she will save her energy for when she can show her love to her beloved...

"Ah. Well then lets try and sharpen you enough so that you can be ready for that meeting." Erik pats her on the shoulder as he says this, in a rather friendly manner, not really having much of a regard for boundaries. They were partners now after all. "I'll show you some good areas to train and where to submit requests for training materials. We can chat more later once you familiarize yourself with the facilities here. I'll see what I can do to make things a bit more comfortable for you. If you want, you can stop by my workshop for a drink."

”Thank you master… I shall do my best to become a useful tool for you to utilize…” Brynhildr trails off a bit, glancing at the shoulder pat though not paying it much mind. “I shall be sure to take note of each location and commit it to memory so that I will not need to ask it of you every time…”

The Burial Agent was now in the Summoning Room. The blue hair executor took a moment to exhale and think of all the servants she had fought alongside and had fallen. She had been in this room several times, summoned servants several times. Ciel would exhale as she then ran the mana through her circuits and started the summoning ritual. She began to chant as the summoning ritual began to light up. The blue hair girl would state all the words, it was an easy chant compared to some of the spells she had casted in the past. Upon finishing her chant, a bright light would flash and then she would wait for her servant to manifest. @Grim)

the summoning Circle would turn a dark blue for a couple seconds however, certainly the summoning Circle turned into a snow white color as a second afterwards a bright light shined across the room as a female servant appeared and after a second said, "i am rider, Dobrynya Nikitich. you can call me Dobrynya or Nikitich, whaver you like the most."

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu

Ciel would take a moment to look at the girl she had summoned. It was not a servant she was familiar with. Though she would take a moment to eye the tail on her before then focusing on her face. "Greetings Dobrynya Nikitich. My name is Ciel, Seventh seat of the Burial Agency and master of Chaldea. Do you know why you have been summoned?" @Grim)

"Yep, i have a idea of the situation. As for you master i can sense your rather strong already! That's good" the cat girl responded

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu

"Excellent, right now we are in between singularities, so you can take it easy at the moment. I didn't catch your class nor do I know your abilities, please tell me about them." stated Ciel as she was curious what her servant could do. It would also be good to know in order to come up with possible tactics. @Grim)

"I'm a rider of course!, asked for my combat abilities I'm sure you'll see them in battle soon enough." the neko said

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu

A rider class servant was something she had not summoned before. A rider in fact could probably save her a lot of trouble when Caster would be unable to teleport them. It could also prove to be useful in battle. "I see, you are a rider class servant, that means you have a mount. How many people can your mount transport?"

@Grim)

"yep, i have a dragon that i can use; although it can be a bit perverted so be wary" she said in the strange statement

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu

"A dragon being a bit perverted? Now I have heard it all." said Ciel in a slightly surprised tone. She would then take a moment to think about that and how to perhaps use the dragon in battle. "Well hopefully it doesn't cause too many problems. It will be nice to have a dragon on our side. Now then, why don't I show you around Chaldea."

"I'm sure you'll see later regardless, a tour around chaldea seems good for now since im going to be here for a bit!" she exclaimed

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu

"Very well, please follow me." said Ciel as she would then lead her rider class servant around Chaldea, showing her around.

Tyonis entered into the summoning room after making one final appointment with the Chaldean support staff. Whether or not this summoning was successful did not matter - at this point, Tyonis needed to join the front lines. The preliminary scouting reports were in: Enniashe was running rampant in the next Singularity, the 10th Dead Apostle Ancestor, given unspeakable power by a Holy Grail. Tyonis could not just stand idle any longer. He glanced over his shoulder to where Danzo was standing, invisible and in spirit form then performed one last mental, physical, and magical check on his body. By now, he had internalized the ten-count incantation and simply raised his hand and charged the magic circle. The summoning platform spun and levitated, exploding outward in a white light, expelling copious amounts of magical energy and smoke. With a wave of his hand, Tyonis cleared the dustcloud to reveal...?

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu @ArbyOrNotToBe

When the light starts to dim and the smoke begins to clear out, a silhoutte of this giant figure can be seen sitting on top of the summoning circle. To Tyonis' surprise, it was not human nor a humanoid. It was a beast of the wild. A big one. Even with just a silhoutte, the Enforcer is able to tell that the shape of the creature matched that of a wolf. When the smoke finally disappeared, those present in the summoning room are greeted by this terrific wolf. Its fur white and parts of its body covered in ice. If the room were any smaller, it might not be able to fit while staying in its sitting position. Though the most notable feature other than the wolf's size are these chains that were wrapped around it. There were three of them. All possessing great magical qualities and strength. It must be a hassle for this creature but it acts like it is nothing. Since its summoning, the room started to feel much colder than it should. And just like the freezing aura it gives, it possessed a glare that struck Tyonis' eyes. It was filled with so much hate and vengeance. But it was not a Berserker servant after reading its Saint Graph. In fact, strangely enough, this wolf servant was a Rider. Perhaps it was a glitch in the system? Nonetheless, despite the hatred and overwhelming presence it has, the wolf stood still. Staring right at its summoner with its cold expression. Silent. (edited)

( @Tyonis Shiki busy? )

At a restaurant yep)

(Np. Respond when you can!)

Ever since arriving at Chaldea, Tyonis had born the brunt and scorn of god-like beings, in particular was a Goddess who could control time and space, so he allowed the Servant's animosity to brush over his shoulder in favor of analyzing its Saint Graph. "Hm. I did not think being like this would qualify as a Servant..." Tyonis mused at the strange summoning. Ever since he was blessed by Hime and bathed in the blood of a dragon, all of his Magecraft had taken a turn for the strange and unexpected. Tyonis raised one hand, the one with scars where a Command Seal would rest and made a fist, channeling an obscene amount of magical energy for a human into it. Despite the remnants being practically inert, the fragmented Command Seals still glowed brightly. "I am Chaldean Master Tyonis Magstrom. I have called you forth from the Circle of Restraint to act as my sword and shield while I restore and protect Pan Human History. If you submit to this rhyme and reason, then answer and become my Servant, Rider!"

@ArbyOrNotToBe

The giant wolf remained silent. Its piercing gaze remains on Tyonis. Its summoner. Its master. Little did he know that this servant may end up being a lot more troublesome than it looked. It was no regular wolf. It was... "Sword and shield? Protecting Human History? What a twisted joke, this is." The giant wolf speaks its first words to Tyonis. The Great Wolf was female it seems. "I refuse to submit and become a puny creature's slave. Whilst this contract exists, you are not to treat me like any lesser beast. I am no mere familiar." She bears her fang and growls at him. Almost like she's trying to intimidate him. But it most likely won't result to anything. Backing off, the wolf looked around the room from where she sat. Letting out a heavy breath to compose herself. "All this technology gives me a headache. Is there not a fitting room for I, the Wolf of Ragnarok, to be summoned in? Hmph. I could barely fit." Vánagandr notes. Her head almost hitting the roof. "Nonetheless..." The servant returns her gaze on the Chaldean. "What say you, human? Do you agree to the terms I have proposed? If not, I shall devour your soul and grant you eternal rest away from the heavens." She tilts her head up a bit as if to show a bit of authority. This servant was rather prideful despite being summoned recently and not having reached her peak ability. She didn't even seem to make any mention of the chains that wrapped around her.

@Tyonis Shiki

"I have no issues treating you with far more respect and giving you more autonomy than a mere familiar, but not obeying my orders is nonnegotiable. Even without Command Seals, I have enough power to enforce my orders onto most Servants. You are very powerful, and it will be costly, but I can suppress you by force, if necessary. I just summoned rather disobedient Servant, so I'd rather not have a repeat of that debacle. But, like I said, I have no issues treating you differently so long as you understand my orders are absolute."

@ArbyOrNotToBe

"...Did you threaten me, human?" The wolf notices Tyonis' hand being empty of command seals. A huff of annoyance exits her snout. "I will dismiss what you had just said to me simply because I am not as prideful as the deities." It is clear on the expression the wolf makes every now and then that she is annoyed by how small this place was. Because of this, the magic begins to gather. Making the servant glow as if she was disappearing. But instead of that, the wolf shrinks by a lot and is now the size of a normal wolf. The icy shell and chains that were on her body were gone. "This should do for now..." The servant mutters with a sigh. After the quick shapeshift, she looks up to her master and begins walking past him. "If there is nothing else you wish to say to me then I shall take my leave. I am aware of what must be done and the role I play, human." She then stops and looks back at him. Looking to see if he did have anything else to say, or rather, demand.

(@Tyonis Shiki roll Insight rq!) (edited)

Tyonis Magstrom makes an Insight check!

1d20 (18) + 9 = 27

@ArbyOrNotToBe

Now appearing as this normal-sized wolf without any 'unnatural elements' on her, Tyonis can see a bit of humanity in this wolf's eyes. Being alive this long and after clearing one singularity after another, the Enforcer has developed a better skill of reading one's character. For this wolf? It seemed she was upset by something. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes that show she disliked something. Perhaps it concerns her role and purpose? Her position? It must be that.

@Tyonis Shiki

"I sense some kind of misgiving between us, Rider. Not only did you fail to properly answer, but your body language is telling. What is the issue? I'd rather air this out now instead of on the battlefield."

@ArbyOrNotToBe

Vánagandr's eyes widen as Tyonis shares some of his insight regarding her. She lets out a low, guttural sound to inflict intimidation and annoyance. "There is nothing wrong with me. Keep your false observations to yourself or I shall claw your eyes and tongue so that you won't develop such thoughts and convey them again!" With that threat, Vánagandr turns around and starts moving towards the exit. Leaving with or without her new master.

@Tyonis Shiki

Tyonis' eyes widened at the threat and immediately moved to intercept the Servant. In a flash, his halberd was in his hand, the blade glowed ominously. "Rider: Last chance, if you do not submit to this rhyme and reason, then I will be forced to remove a potential threat to Chaldea."

Before Vánagandr could leave, she is blocked by Tyonis armed with his trusty halberd. She only looks ahead, her gaze no longer meeting his. She did not make any immediate answer. Rather, she stayed silent for a moment before speaking in a hushed tone. "No matter where I go, the shadows of my past still haunt me. Vánagandr says this before looking back at her master with a disappointed look. "You're just like them." With another huff, the wolf lowers her head to look straight ahead. "I know my purpose so leave me be to fulfill it." Despite Tyonis being in the way, the wolf attempts to move around him to leave. Not carrying if he tries to hit her or block her again.

@Tyonis Shiki

Tyonis frowned at her sudden change in demeanor. "Whatever you've suffered from, I cannot hope to fully understand, but properly formalizing a Contract is non-negotiable: If you submit to this rhyme and reason, then answer with your True Name, Rider." Tyonis' tone was somewhat softer, but it still brokered no argument.

Vánagandr pauses. The exit was right there but instead of leaving as planned, she turns around and looks to her master with a calm expression. "I, Vánagandr, the Wolf of Ragnarok, accept your rhyme and reason to defend humanity and its history." And with the true name revealed, the contract is sealed. However, rather than leaving through the door, she enters her spirit form and slowly disappears from Tyonis' sight. But before she could disappear completely, she shares one more word. "Sorry." And with that last message, she was out of his sight. Safe to say his new servant is exploring Chaldea. But Tyonis can assume that she is more than ready to depart to the singularity when he does.

@Tyonis Shiki

"And I am Tyonis Magstrom, your Master. In accordance with the Law of Equivalent Exchange, if there is something I can do to repay you for your service, then I will perform said task to the best of my ability, so long as it does not bring harm to humanity or innocents." Tyonis replied to the empty air, unsure if Vanagandr heard his answer. Once he was certain the room was empty, Tyonis put away his halberd. "Assassin, it's time we entered the Singularity. I have no time to wait for Lady Morgan le Faye to answer."

@[Serpon]Teno/Penth/Nico/Azu @ArbyOrNotToBe

Despite entering her spirit form, Tyonis can sense that his servant is still nearby. Just not in the same room. Safe to assume that she is going to trail him while invisible. Just needs some time to herself in order to understand her predicament.

The oni had gotten himself changed into proper a Chaldean uniform granted he left his muscular chest exposed and his button up was only on properly on one sleeve. He went ahead and booted up the summoning system as he had no clue how to to it normally due to not being a magus. "Come on come on let it be someone cool!!"

( @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

The ritual... Didn't seem to work at first. Yet after a few moments of trying it eventually succeeded. Revealing a... Fox-girl Schoolgirl...? "Yo~! ★ I'll be your most superb saber class servant~. Totally here because you summoned me properly. I guess that makes you my master or something."

5:05 PM

@MoonBowBishPoisonFist|Pormal

"Yooo, are you one of those school girls? Loving the aesthetic. I'm Akemi, what's your name?" He gave his new saber a toothy grin and walked over, holding his hand out to shake her hand. And as Suzuka looked at Akemi she could prominently notice his oni-like appearance since he gave no fucks about hiding it unlike how some other people would.

"Yup~ That's totally it. Ten points for you! My name is Suzuka, the cutest high school girl of all time! I guess I'll be calling Master Aki-kun from now on!" Suzuka answered, grinning from ear to ear herself. Her tail swayed behind her as she took a step forward. Looking into her master's eyes, she take a step closer and grin. "I'm sure we will have a blast together! I'll leave the hard thinking stuff to you though master, now let's go do something fun. I'm getting bored of this bland room!"

"A pretty name you have there Suzuka, real fittin for someone who calls herself the cutest high school girl of all time." He continues to grin like an idiot and shoots Suzuka a thumbs up. He then stretches and turns heel, waving for Suzuka to follow him. "I'm a bit inexperienced but lets take care of each other out there! I bet it'll be a blast!! Hahaha!! There's a ton here to show you, a shame we don't have a river to go fishin in though."

Quickly followed her master along, grabbing at his hand and pressing into it with a wide grin of amusement and cheer. "Inexperienced huh? Don't worry! Nothing we can't cross together- Aki-kun! So long as it ain't gonna be boring, it's all part of the fun right?"

"Hell yeah Suzuka!! Lets make it to the top and be the best of the best!!" She grasps her hand pretty firmly before taking her on a tour of all the facilities of Chaldea, making sure to be pretty exciting about it and what not. Of course also filling her in on some of the most recent details of what going on from the mission reports.

5:41 PM

(where do ya wanna end up at~?

(Gdi Gyan)

"Hmmm! Considering all that you've told me about I am more than eager to see all that's going on! It sounds lit. Far more fun than bumming around here! Besides-- Seeing Europe could be fun! Don't you think?" She noted, giving Akemi's hand a tight squeeze as they headed out.

There was a sigh as the young woman entered the room and leaned her spear up against the wall. Her muscles ached... She had been training with her new servants for some time... But it wasn't enough. Not enough yet, nowhere near enough... She needed more help. Both on the battlefield and in the proverbial classroom. Perhaps this would help widen her curriculum. She extended her seals towards the circle... And focused.

Fill, fill, fill fill!
Through the echoes of time, war has been man's oldest profession.
In every war, comrades are required, without soldiers there is no war.
I now seek soldiers, comrades to join me in this war for mankind!

I place battlements in the north, in the south, in the east, in the west, and I take control of the gates.
In the name of my eldest ancestor, Otrera, under the red banner of Ares Enyalios, I call for reinforcements!
Be you from the skies of Olympus, the fields of punishment, Asphodel, or Elysium, you are called to the living world.
Under the authority of Twelve Olympians, with Zeus Pistios as overseer, I bind you to me.

To you I swear to rise above all challenges, eschewing hubris yet reaching ever higher!
Together we shall slay enemies of humanity and the gods alike, be they monsters or villains.
Through war, we shall bring peace and prosperity to those who cannot take it for themselves.
Should you agree to these terms, come to me!

Rise, Protector of the Holy Balance!

12:00 PM

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

With a flash of brilliant light and a puff of smoke... A figure appeared from the summoning. The Saint Quartz consumed, withering away into nothing as the ritual reached its conclusion. "I come from the Land of Shadows, young master... Ah. Do excuse me, I am not used to calling others by such a title. I am Lancer, the witch of Dun Scaith. Scathach. I shall serve as your spear from this day forward until I meet my end."

12:07 PM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

"...Another warrior. That is a relief. I am Despoina Marpesia Nicolo, and I am an amazon. One of the last remaining in the world. You know why you have been summoned here, I would assume?"

"I do in fact know the reason for my summoning, yes. The threat to the world is not yet vanquished. Until it is, I shall stay here..." With that the woman's piercing gaze fixated upon Desponia. ". . . On guard." With that the heroic spirit moved forward as fast as lightning- without giving a second for the girl to respond- She jabbed her spear forward only to press it against the girl's neck. ". . . Too slow. We will need to work on your stance and reaction times."

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@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

”—!” So that’s how it was. The girl had reached for her weapon, but of course was nowhere near fast enough for the witch. She had made a step and had her arm outstretched, which is probably far more than your average Joe would ever get. But it still wasn’t enough. She stood there, her expression first one of shock, frozen in place as she gazed into the deep crimson eyes of the lancer. —And the girl grinned, elated. “Understood!”

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@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

". . . Not too bad for a beginner. Believe it or not but Cu was only slightly faster than you are right now when we met." She remarked, closing her eyes and standing upright once again. "We will begin our lessons tomorrow. Prepare until then. Considering your weapon of choice, we will focus on form as well as proper usage of the range provided by your weapon. That and form..." With that the woman swung her spear, hitting Desponia's leg with the blunt end. "Your stance is weak. A shove could easily topple you."

1:38 PM

@RJ|Sir L/Lytus/Dude/Wolf/-/-

”Ow-“ That stung, and it wasn’t like this was the stance she normally took, but… She couldn’t deny that had she been pushed in that moment she’d be on her rear faster than she could say Zeus’ Loins. “U-Understood…”

"Always be ready for combat. That's the first lesson I will give you, Master. Human lives are feeble, it takes but a single jab to end them. Remember that lesson well." With that she smiled.

”As you wish, Lancer!” She nodded, with a fire burning in her eyes, clenching her fists.

1:51 PM

”Do you… Have any preferences on titles?”

". . . You can simply call me Scathach. Lancer works as well while out in the field. Optionally, if you rather you can use 'teacher'."

It had already been close to a week since the young magus from the Policy Department had arrived at Chaldeas. His family had put in quite a substantial amount of funds into the project to help secure his place there with the promise that he would indeed do his best to impress. He was lucky--no rather things went exactly how they should for the future Holy King already being able to contract a servant this early into the game. Gawain was indeed quite reliable and could easily take on most enemies, though she was only one half of an ideal Kingdom. He needed someone to serve as an aide, one to help make decisions and plan appropriate strategies. If they understood magecraft to some degree all the better. Barghest would be the shield whilst the other served the role of sword m-metaphorically speaking of course! "A strange choice I've made indeed..." He mused looking at the relict he procured. He had heard hints of Gawain's true identity so perhaps it was time to bring another. A wooden figure of a Grimalkin or a witch's familiar, something to closely symbolize witchcraft itself. Certainly not a specific catalyst by any means but it would at least narrow down the search. Setting it down in the center of the circle of mercury, Leonardo would bite into his finger to draw the blood needed for the last step. He was no summoner so this next stage wouldn't be too clean.

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Fill, fill, fill, fill...

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
By the name of the Great Holy King Charlemagne who came before me.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.
An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!

@Devanya

Bright light filled the room in which the summoning was taking place. All seemed pretty on par with how a usual summoning was to take place, and that shouldn’t be strange. There was nothing different with this summoning. Nothing but your ordinary summoning of a Heroic Spirit. Though…there was the caveat…while the summoning might be the same as any other, what was being summoned wasn’t an ordinary Heroic Spirit. It was a creature stemming from an alternate timeline to this one, one who probably shouldn’t exist. The catalyst probably wouldn’t have mattered too much in this case, as the summoner's contract with a fairy served as more of a catalyst than anything else. Though the Grimalkin had been a cute touch. * *As the light faded, within the center of the circle stood a deathly pale woman in a red dress that was frilly enough to give her the image of a pure maiden. There was a slightly mischievous smirk that formed on her as she eyed her master. A young man…a boy even. Blonde of hair and with a seemingly kingly air about him. She almost gave away her play, she would bring her right arm outward in a rather theatrical manner. * “Servant Archer. Fairy Knight Tristan has come to your summons.” *She lowered her head a bit, seeming rather sincere in her actions. That arm was still spread out to her side as she did a somewhat deep bow. As befitting of what she had heard knights do. “I promise to work in a way that won’t bring shame to my name as a knight.~”* She almost betrayed her play right there, her voice nearly cracking at the end, but she managed to save it by drawing out the word knight a bit longer than necessary. Her head was mostly bowed for the reason that she could hardly contain her smile…and no other reason than that. It was a tough job keeping up this absolute act, as she found it as ridiculous as could be. *

@Danni

The young master braced himself feeling the raw magical energy surge onto the back of his right hand as the contract was being formed. His command seals bore a vivid light as a new contract was formed and more of his magical energy was spent. The light had overtaken the room by that point as the spell consumed the components and attempted to form a body for the summoned spirit, his eyes shut to brace for the final step. By the time he opened them again-- "Hmm?" In the center of the room stood not one who looked well versed in magecraft nor a well trained knight of the round table. It was a woman wielding an otherworldly beauty though her presence was drenched in malice. When she gave her identity, Leonardo wasn't nearly as surprised as before. It seemed there was a Fairy Round table somehow--he had expected Morgan to appear but it seems that fate would grant him this instead. Her words and vows were worded with sincerity and yet... "Ah seems my great fortune has proved itself once again to have summoned such a beautiful maiden. The legends don't do you justice Ser Tristan, though guess that's the Tristan from our history. I'm Leonardo Harway your summoner, though whether or not I'm your master---guess that depends." He said a small smirk growing on his face trying his best to cover up his intentions.

@Devanya (edited)

The maiden kept her bow as her summoner spoke, there was really no question about the master and servant relationship though, the magical pathways had already formed. Noticing such things was an easy feat for someone as skilled in the arts of magecraft as Baobhan Sith. Still, the words of her master caused her smile to grow wider. She took a deep breath, calming herself, finding her center…and then straightened up. Her face had a slightly mischievous smile on it, but that was it. The same as she had worn when summoned, nothing else to betray her true feelings. “ Ah~ I see.” She spoke out, almost skip like steps would be taken by the Archer as she moved closer to Leonardo. “ You don’t seem like you intended to summon me.” Baobahn moved closer until she was but a step away from her master. “ I assumed by the smell of wet dog that you had summoned me by choice….but, can it be that you haven’t even heard of me?~ Hmmm~?” The Fairy Knight leaned in a bit closer, a wide smirk on her face as she waited for her master’s reaction. She could sense their heartbeat from here, the coursing blood in their veins. Being recently summoned, Baobhan wondered if she should give in to her urges. Blood wasn’t something she required…but the taste certainly was exquisite, and usually the taste was based on what kind of life they had lived. The more wealthy they live, the better their blood taste. Royalty tasted the best of course…followed by nobility and so on.~

@Danni

It was indeed true that Leonardo had been the one to summon this vampiric woman, but whether he would become her new master or not remained to be seen. He could tell from impressions alone that this was certainly not a benevolent knight that was ready to serve faithfully, the raw murderous aura the Archer gave off was more than enough to attest to that. Regardless he stood his ground, showing weakness was perhaps the worst thing to happen in a situation like this. That smile was somewhat concerning as well, the fact that she was eyeing the young magus up like a juicy steak certainly didn't help either. "Well in all honesty my summoning was meant to bring forth---well certainly I didn't expect a Knight of all things when using a witch's familiar." He responded without a tinge of fear in his voice, it was almost earnest surprise though one could catch a faint hint of caution if they listened hard enough. His eyes followed the lady as she approached, without those monstrous heels they might've been eye level but he certainly had to crane his head up now to meet her hungry gaze. "Wet dog---tsk so you likely know about your comrade Gawain already I see. Guess that means you're just wearing that name while holding another, but obviously I have no idea who you could be. I don't mind just calling you Tristan or Archer if you'd prefer though my lady." Her leaning downwards did spark a small blush, her beauty was evident and her confidence overwhelming but giving a larger reaction was likely what she wanted. "Hmm, are you just looking me over or is it customary to greet people with a kiss where you're from?"

@Devanya

It was already amusing her, the interaction that she had with this young boy. He looked earnest and honest, the noble type. The cutest and most unsightly~ type in the world. Ones that the evil fairy Baobhan Sith could say without any hesitation that she enjoyed to see them torment themselves. It was like watching a play, a tragedy in the making…though he didn’t seem to be as far down that path as the doggie was. “ Oh?~ How cruel. You didn’t even intend to summon me.~” Fairy Knight Tristan feigned grief. “Though you should know that many knights have ties to witches.” Baobhan continued to speak as she moved in closer. It seemed as if Leonardo wasn’t too happy with Barghast being referred to as carrying the scent of wet dog. Perhaps he was close with her? Too soon to tell alas. “ I do have another name, yes.” she spoke as she leaned in a bit close, catching the sight of that blush on his face. Suddenly though, Baobhan Sith would flash her fangs and strike! Her teeth sinking into Leornardo’s neck as she would try and take a deep bite, aiming to get a taste of this master of hers and see just how he tasted. Sinking her teeth in, she’d want to see what sort of life this young master had led, to taste what worth he had…both magically and as to what their potential was. There was a lot one could discern with blood alone.

@Danni

It was hard to get a good read on her, though perhaps not in the way this vampiric temptress had intended. Her theatrics were rather easy to see through at a glance of course, even a gullible child wouldn't be deceived by her crocodile tears. She was likely some kind of demonic force though wore the name of a Knight and composed herself like a spoiled Princess. It would be easy to assume that he had summoned Elizabeth Bathory had he not met Fairy Gawain not too long ago. Suffice to say, this could be anyone wearing Ser Tristan's title... His thoughts were interrupted however as she leaned in further, reaching out onto him during his brief moment of vulnerability. "Th-there's a difference between being tied to something and actually being a practitioner you know?" It was hard to put on a brave face in such a situation, but he wasn't about to let this dark fairy have her way. "Hmph, I'm sure it's a beautiful name to suit a fair lady like your---ughn?" His eyes went wide as it felt like a dagger had pierced his throat, well not to a point where his jugular was ripped but still. He felt his head and body become lighter with her somewhat intense consumption. While some of the crimson liquid leaked out, she was good to capture most of it. Was this some twisted sign of love perhaps or merely and an act of ill repressed hunger? "Heh... I'm honored you chose my blood to--grace thine tongue...Baobahn Sith..." It was hard to talk, he could feel himself go pale and his circuits burning through his skin. Contracting with a vampire would certainly be interesting, if he survived long enough to keep it that is

@Devanya

One could always question if the Fairy Knight was trying to deceive someone or not. Sometimes it may seem as if she was doing so, but was simply bad at it. Other times she was clearly immaculately skilled in the art of deception. In this case it seemed she was only teasing. Trying to stir a rise or reaction out of her master. Though he seemed willing to consider himself simply her summoner, the master-servant contract was in a sense a very special and specific one. This boy had a hold over her no matter how she’d look at it, those command seals were ever looming as a threat. Though she could probably resist most indirect orders, thanks to her aptitude towards magecraft and her knowledge of the magical arts…it would most likely not help her out much when it came to command that would have her take her own life. As long as that was the case, she was this boy's servant. Or rather…she was until she locked her teeth into his throat. Slowly she drank from this boy’s blood. Savoring the taste as one, she could tell the worth, the pedigree and the nature of this boy simply by drinking his blood. A prodigy, cream of the crop…or perhaps one day would be. Interesting.~ She didn’t listen much, after she had finished drinking from him…not more than what could constitute as a simple blood donation. She removed her mouth from his neck and wiped off the corner of her mouth with her index finger, licking up the final drop of blood with a lapping of her tongue. “ Ara~ the hound has spoken about me then? Yes, that’s my name. Baobhan Sith.” Archer spoke in what seemed like a bored manner this time. Her demeanor changed rather drastically, almost at the flip of a coin. “ I’m bored. Take me somewhere.” She practically ordered Leonardo, in a way befitting of a spoiled princess.

@Danni

Despite having him in a complete hold, it seemed Archer wasn't trying to drain her newest master of all his blood just yet. Rather this seemed more like a small taste rather than simply devouring the full course in one go. Hopefully she wouldn't just be keeping him around as a personal snack, though if this was what it took to secure a contract then the cost was very meager in comparison. After what felt like an eternity trapped within a little under a minute, the master finally felt her teeth retract from his flesh. It was still bleeding obviously, so he was quick to pull a hand to his neck to staunch the flow for the time. He would indeed need to bandage this up, but it wasn't anything immediately life threatening. "Nnn, you could do with being a little more gentle--" He replied though it was clear even that small amount of blood was enough to have an adverse effect. His skin had gone completely pale and he was slouching a little from pain. Nevertheless he tried to keep a brave face and meet at eye level. "She hasn't fortunately for you, though it's not hard to narrow it down when given the words fae and vampire." He said with a smirk almost as if teasing her inability to fool him for long. Of course, she likely didn't care about it enough in the first place to keep it secret from her master. "Well aren't you a rollercoaster? First you take a bite of me and now I'm getting ordered around like a manservant. Hard to tell who is really the master here--" Nevertheless he would oblige the request and motion out of the summon room. He needed to head over to the medical bay anyways to tend to the wound, it was hard being a mere magus of the modern day after all.

@Devanya

4:31 PM

(moving to #〚🏡｜medical-room )

Rubbish… Useless… Worthless. Is the Throne of Heroes truly so stingy? With nothing better to do with this wad of cash she has, the modest Priestess is spending it all in a Summoning Room. After all, this is technically her first time properly summoning a servant. She is doing it right, is she not? The other two Servants she contracted with were by pure chance that was so random it felt magical and fantastical. From what she heard, all Caren had to do was stand here offering “catalysts” and a Servant poofs out to greet her. But no matter how much money she throws at the summoning system, she has only gotten a variety of junk! Black Keys, an Azoth Blade, a grimoire, a ruby pendant, rune stones, mapo tofu—wait. Pausing, Caren pockets the mapo tofu into her bag before resuming the reckless summoning. In an expression of her great interest in Chaldean ways, the priestess held a grocery bag strapped around her shoulder containing a doll for Caster, medication, whole grain bread, an exiguous teapot, and silk to repair her shroud. Caren was just returning from a grocery trip! On a whim, she noticed the summoning room on her way back and entered with nothing more than those mundane items as catalysts (and a ton of money). It is no wonder then that she is having such difficulties! However, she stubbornly presses forth despite the inefficiency, an ominous smirk flicking across her face. Little did she know that her grocery list works as a suitable catalyst although so grossly weak that it did no more than ping the Servant in question instead of fully tugging them across to her world. It was also a foreshadowing of their fate! “Fufu, no matter how much you run and hide, I am inevitable, my little lamb…” To Caren, this myriad of poor luck was like a fun game of cat-and-mouse with the Servant she was waiting on to answer her call. All these items springing out instead reminded her of comical cartoon scenes where a person is fleeing and tossing everything to delay t

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heir pursuer. In other words, in this context, it felt like the Servant in question was substituting themselves with these random materials and crafting essences to scam her. If Caren was blindly reaching down into the depths to grab something, then each time her hand came near that Servant it sacrificed an item to save its skin. Yet, those hands just kept coming and coming for more with insatiable greed and willpower. “Such a slippery one that you are. My grip will thus be iron and tight. My will yours. My desires your everything…” Giggling eerily to herself in this summoning room all by herself, Caren unknowingly sunk her will into a creepy chant to herself, turning it into an idiosyncratic summoning aria. You will be mine. Give in to me. Your fate is mine to shepherd! Fighting randomness using the sheer extent and depth of her dogged willpower, each summoning was yet another thin layer of fate getting hammered into the Chaldean system. All the spiritual steps this scammer took to flee Caren got covered by her footprints. Every item became nailed down by her hammer to create a track connecting to this Servant. The more she was avoided, the tighter the fate bounding them together. Given the priestess’ growing sadism and greed, her approach only hastens with every resistance pushing against fate! Rather than a proper magecraft, this process felt more like voodoo witchcraft. A curse so pugnacious and heavy that it crosses pass realms to latch onto the object of obsession! Just how long will this Servant writhe and struggle against the inevitable, against fate itself? Caren asks not out of enervation, but like a giddy, devilish child never wanting this game of thrilling chase to end! Medicine, silk, grain, doll, and now an ugly curse that refuses to die, refuses to give up... All provided by a tragic maiden ever suffering anguish due to her body!

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach || Hope this is satisfactory for the wait~

Yet, the Alter Ego was a difficult one to pin down. That much was for certain. Each and every step, each and every offering... Though it had caused the spirit's interest to spike the slightest bit in the summoning, it had proven to be hardly enough to cause her to come out. Yet, bit by bit the call of the summoner became more and more difficult to resist. She wasn't keen on serving anyone ever again, truthfully... It was about the last thing she had wanted to do. To be summoned, to 'fight' for humanity. She cared little for them, their presence in this world was nothing more than a sideshow to the truest of all. The only person that had ever come to matter- the only one worth giving a damn about. Yet, sensing the frustration and determination exhibited by her would-be master the woman finally relented, though by this point the call of the Grail was near overpowering with all the catalysts in question. It was like a lure- pulling her spiritual being closer and closer up until she would slip up... As such, she had decided to finally come out on her own terms... With a flash of bright blue light, the figure of a woman appeared. Despite the otherwise joyous occasion, she seemed to wear a sour expression despite her summoning. Waving the smoke that came from the ritual away, her voice rung out. "Aaaaaaaaarrrrghhh! Fine! Fine! You're an extremely persistent one aren't you? Achem... I am Caster servant turned Alterego. True name: Xu Fu. Seriously, most people give up after the third time... Did you seriously have nothing better to do with your day?" @Nommyuks

Indeed, whoever would go out of their way to use such an inefficient way of summoning a heroic spirit was either a fool or someone also not taking the 'fight for humanity' as seriously as one should. To use the summoning system as a game to satiate boredom, as a service to provide that entertainment... Such desires were far from the norm. A selfish desire. Selfish dreams. Selfish interests. Selfishness that gives birth to selflessness. Who else would answer such a call but an equally selfish, warped Servant that does as they please regardless of everyone else? One of Caren's hands also wafted the smoke away, coughing as it was too insidious to her frail health for her to appreciate the pizazz of the summoning. The other hand soon went over an ear at the obstreperous wailing of the summoned. Just as equally sour, the summoner croaked a response between her coughing and ragged breathing. "And you? Do you have nothing better to do in that banal place but to loiter on your bum, wasting away in your regrets and fantasies?" Venom to venom, when the smoke gave way the Alter Ego found the voice on lips not dipping but curling into a serpentine smirk in contrast to her frown and the sting of the words that answered her. A detestable woman stood before the Servant, fixing the bandages on her forearms that came loose. So deplorable as to shamelessly take her self-imposed frustration out on the Alterego for hedonism, Caren did not bother hiding her sadistic jubilation at finally catching her Xu Fu. Literally catch, too, as her hands sprung up to finally seize the elusive evader beneath the waters. "Caren Hortensia, an exorcist and priestess of the Holy Church... who has found what better to do with her day, fufu."

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

". . ." The woman stared at her newfound master for a few long moments before finally letting out a sigh of irritation and annoyance.. She was quick to take notice of the woman's frail form. Was this the reason she insisted on her summoning? Perhaps simply offering her the Elixir of Immortality would free her of this hellish woman... "Geh--" Xu Fu chirped right out following the string of venom that emerged out of Caren's words. She had some bite to her, that much was for sure. Enough to make the woman pause for a moment and consider her next words. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek as her eyes widened... She wasn't keen on this, not at all. In fact, her single exposed eye quickly darted to the side as she tugged on her doll, squeezing it closely to her chest in response... This woman gave her the creeps- enough so to make her seemingly pull back into her shell and bite down on her lower lips in response. "Ughuuuu--... Very well Maam. I'll do whatever you ask of me... Can we get this whole ordeal over with? I'd rather go back to my research the moment you don't need me to handle your responsibilities. Every employee is entitled to a break after all..." Caren certainly made quite an impression on her servant already, enough so to cause the woman to become a bit more timid and less confrontational. For better or for worse. "If you need a cure for your frail body I'm afraid that's not my specialty. If you want I can give you some of my Elixir however, that being said. I would need a decent number of funds to prepare it for you- upfront." @Nommyuks

Xu Fu's amusing repertoire of guttural reactions was a delight as it merely made Caren want to tease her Servant further. In fact, for even a Servant with E Rank Strength like Xu Fu, it should still be an easy feat to throw aside such a frail Master's hold. Yet, despite knowing this herself, the priestess did not relent, did not hesitate. In contrast to the weak power in the grip, the sickly girl had lunged forward as if knowing her hold was insurmountable. Even if she was to be shaken off, those hands will keep on rising to the Heavens to grasp the unobtainable again and again not much unlike one's pursuit for immortality or the end of immortality. And all this communicative feedback Xu Fu unintentionally gave from her colorful reactions... it all motivated Caren further. Her spirit continued to outstrip her body, for the relentless summoning took its payment before the Alchemist got a chance to set her terms. More weight pressed into the dodgy Alterego, albeit this time unintentionally as Caren's body was giving way to exhaustion and weakness, leaning in to use her Servant as support. "A cure? I am afraid there is none for my condition, so I do not expect anything out of you." In stark contrast to currently relying on Xu Fu for leverage, Caren did not just reject the offer for possible salvation but outright dismissed it as if this alchemist couldn't possibly be able to achieve a cure. "Nor do I care for salvation from my disease as there is no hope to cling onto to begin with to tempt me with the fantasy." A woman that has fully accepted her tragedy and the anguish from it, that is the difficult Master this Alterego was summoned by. "Pazienza... Aures habent et non audient (They have ears but hear not)! The officialization is not your salvation, but if you wish it already then take my hand, Xu Fu." An assertive and clear gaze that pierces through even that darting eye, Caren did not even wait for Xu Fu as the hands gripping slid down to the hand no

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t clutching the doll. One intertwines fingers and the other blankets the back of the hand, forming a gesture akin to prayer. Amidst the strong will getting pressed into Xu Fu, this gesture of prayer was astonishingly gentle and warm. At first, Caren's hands were trembling from weakness and pain, but once they got into position the grip became firm and secure. In response to that will centering into this hand hold, the mark of a Master glowed scarlet once more on Caren's hand, incinerating with a sizzle yet earning nary a flinch from the broken sister.

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

"D- Do you not know who I am? I'm quite capable of making a cure to a-any condition...!" She stuttered out before finally gritting her teeth together. Though she was just a little insulted at the sheer insinuation that she might not be capable of actually ensuring that the woman's condition was cured- she knew full well it was more about... Something else, acceptance perhaps or simple a degree of reservation and acceptance? Providing her master with a shoulder to lean on for support, the woman merely sighed taking a long look at the woman and following her movements with some curiosity. The knowledge from the grail told her all she needed to know in regards to her gesture- a form of prayer in the west... Ah yes, the Chiristians she had heard about a long time ago. Truthfully, back during her time she hardly believed them to be real- fools who actually thought there was only a single deity, the idea was ridiculous to her as a Taoist however here it was... The sign of their faith. Xu Fu let Caren do her own thing, careful not to break whatever contact the woman kept with her for the fear of her dropping to the ground and passing out on her. However much she might have disliked it- fact of the matter was that Caren was her tether to this world and losing her so quickly after being summoned would be a pain in the ass to deal with. Seeing the weakness present within the woman though, Xu Fu paused for a moment before uttering a short incantation and sending a breeze of healing energy trough the woman. It was not a gesture of pity nor care as much as yet another attempt for her to gain trust and leverage over her newfound master. "Is that... It?"

In actuality, Caren did not care for much for who her Servants were unless she wanted to find a weakness to exploit. There was quite a lot of power to have in knowing so much about a person before even meeting them. Yet, that takes away the fun, no? She rather unravel a Servant as a person, gradually coercing them to share more and more about themselves so she can uncover that soft-boiled egg that was their character. However, for Xu Fu in particular, she knew their name at the least given how 'romantic' the tale was... An Elixir of Immortality. Anyone stricken with a terminal illness would have, out of desperation, look into that tale. Anyone who held a fear of death, too. For Caren, she merely looked into the alchemist out of morbid curiosity about fools who were afraid to accept reality. Of course, she was thus none the wiser to the Alterego's true motives. "I lack the power to stop you from trying, I suppose. You are just as stubborn and hard-headed as I can be, Xu Fu. So if you wish to do it on the side, then I'll be gracious either way." Fixated, those dull golden eyes kept on staring right at the alchemist, even after the glowing and burning ceased. With the awkward silence ephemerally settling in, Caren's gaze was now like a cat staring at her prey, ready to pounce at any moment. It was almost as if she was trying to see how bothered Xu Fu will get from all of this. Yet, she relented when the alchemist responded with kindness, releasing the grip and standing upright as a soft blush flashed across her cheeks. A flash of embarrassed remorse as she realized she was getting a little carried away, but also becoming confused on what to do when someone counters with sweetness. Still, to Xu Fu's flaccid response and the premature end to her fun, the socially awkward woman pouted sulkily like a child. "That is it, yes. I care not for these formal matters myself, either." Acting like she was above something or had no interest in the first place, the only

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thing rising was Caren's nose as she haughtily let out a dismissive hmph. "If you desire it, you may use my room as your workshop, Alchemist, assuming you still allow me a decent sleep." Letting out a sigh, her usual eerie, doll-like composure returned as she turned to the door. "Lest you wish to further test me as a suitable Master for you, then there is no reason to dally in this abhorrent place." Awkwardly, pausing in the middle of her next step, she turned her head back around to Xu Fu. "Ah, yes, I have two other detestable familiars at my beck and call. Please get along with them... I can introduce you to them whenever you wish as they can perhaps prove useful to your research."

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

"There is no need for any introductions. Their identity doesn't matter to me- not even remotely in fact. So long as I have room to work and actively further my research without pointless interruptions then I shall be more than happy. As for your sleep, I know simple tinctures and cur-- Techniques to ensure you fall asleep smoothly without being disturbed. Now, I have a question for you maam." With that she perked up a little, tilting her head to the side with a degree of considerable curiosity. "Would Miss Yu Mei-ren happen to be present in Chaldea?"

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The woman was a lot more cheerful than before at asking this question. Her cold and otherwise a bit distanced behaviour managing to melt away for just a split moment despite Caren's attitude. Perhaps she was simply amused by the girl's expression- her suffering maybe brought her joy... That or she simply had sincere hopes of meeting Yu. Regardless, Xu Fu waved a hand around the air. "Regardless. I take it you will provide me with the necessary materials for my research yes? Your patronage to Xu Fu Artistic Institute will be greatly appreciated. Each donation reduces the time needed for my research greatly. In fact, the larger the donation is the better. Of course, if you wish to donate your body to science I shall accept that too, live test subjects are always welcome. Though I suppose I will need to take care not to poison you if that is to be the case. Not that that ever happened... Much."

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The woman smirked a little, tilting her head to the side... She enjoyed feeling in control of the situation. What little kindness she had shown before had quickly turned into toxicity once again.

Caren raised a brow at the correction Xu Fu had to make, getting a feeling that she should think twice about what this doctor orders for her. Granted, she had the medical expertise to take care of herself for the most part, so it'd be a challenge for the Alchemist to dupe her. Surely, her prowess pales in comparison to a legend, but at the very least she should be able to identify any harmful chemical components or ingredients. Still, it'd be an interesting game to play together like some medical Russian roulette, so she let it slip and had no qualms about the change in subject. "...Yu Mei-ren? That is not a name I am aware of, so I am doubtful of the prospect." Honest, Caren did not hide the fact that all she really knew was the basic gist of Xu Fu written down in records. So, that naturally did not include their fascination with Xiang Yu's consort. Of course, not like the priestess would know the identity of this Yu Mei-ren anyhow. "You may do anything you please to my body, then. Be it for your research or for your desires while longing for your mistress, the so-called 'Lady Yu Mei-ren'." Firmly answering with eerie self-possession, Caren gazed unflinchingly, if not with a tinge of provocation in her stoicism over Xu Fu's comparatively harmless toxin. The toxicity paled in comparison to the spiritual poison her body absorbs everyday, especially when around demonic Servants. While Xu Fu may have 'control' of the direction, she did not have control over the pace and power like she prematurely assumed. This hopeless Master dauntlessly agreed to such an asinine fate without the flutter of an eyelash. She would give her body both to science and salvation, to love without a second thought. Indeed, it was the fate of self-sacrifice she always lived. "---Shall I strip then?" Of course, as Caren is wont to do already, she was already moving in preparation to do just that, pulling up her sleeves and revealing how these bandages extended across her arms. How sai

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d wrappings riding beneath her shoulder sleeve also suggested that they must cover her whole body beneath her clothes, too. "Though I may never make you smile the same way the mere name of that person does, I hope I am not too disappointing in comparison, Xu Fu~" @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach

"How unfortunate. That just means that I will need to prepare for her arrival sooner or later, it gives me time to work and prepare so its not too bad I suppose. Correction however, the lovely Yu was never my mistress. Not directly at least... Ah- but I certainly wouldn't mind working underneath her! In fact I think the experience would be pretty neat..." She fantasized about the possibility of actively doing her daily work while Yu watched on and commented, giving her feedback and being able to test her newest methods and tinctures on the woman... It sounded like a personal slice of heaven for her. The thought of seeing her smile-- happy at her work... As if snapped out of a dream she simply nodded. "Mhm. Ah. Wonderful then. I hope your tolerance for medical compounds and curses is high then. I do not offer any refunds nor takebacks of one's involvement in my experime-- . . . Eh?"

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". . ."

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"Wait why are you offering to strip-- Wha-- Sto--- N-no Stop it! I don't want to see you naked! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!? DOESNT THIS PLACE HAVE A THERAPIST OR SOMETHING!?"

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Pulling back a little the woman rose a hand to fan herself. "A-ahahaha---! There is no need for that please don't offer such a thing again. You r-really need to r-re- rethink who you make such offers to! N-nor do I have a-any kind of longing of t-that kind!"

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Internals screaming.exe @Nommyuks

It appeared that the two of them had differing interpretations of what 'mistress' meant in this context. However, Xu Fu's response was telling enough as it was. Yes, and with that dramatic reaction to the priestess' actions everything became lucid. Xu Fu is a dirty virgin. Caren knew this type all too well. Lust was a sin often confessed to her before she arrived to Chaldea. In fact, lust is a common sin committed here, too, she has noticed so far but no one has come to confess it to her for whatever reason. Either way, yes, often times she heard from confessors who'd lock themselves up in their rooms and indulge in their perverse passions centered around one worshipped figure. Often times, these idols were fictional--'wifes' or something they call them, but there were cases where they were real life celebrities too. A pure, disgusting one-sided love often twisted by obsession and admiration. These were virgins yet held such wickedness in their hearts magnified by the purity instead... Yes, Caren dubbed them: Slutty virgins. At first, Caren held a befuddled, flabbergasted agape mouth at the intensity of the reaction given to her over a common medical practice. "Do you need a therapist? Was it not a common practice back in your times for a patient to take off their top so a doctor can examine their body to help in diagnosis?" Caren's snap was scalding, but noticeably her pitch grew higher and higher until a breaking point was reached: a rare burst of unrestrained guffaw. "Pffftt--Hahahaha!" It was also at this moment that the earlier warped revelation about Xu Fu connected to Caren. The blush she had earlier on her face swept across her whole face now as the laugh exerted her so much that she had to grip her chest over the pain of opening wounds. Yet, the redness remained, but one born of something other than embarrassment this time. She couldn't remember the last time she ever gave such an unseemly giggle before. Not to mention these pang

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s of excitement in her heart... yes, the alchemist likely could notice that Caren's breathing was getting all hot and bothered like a switch was awakening! "Fufufufu, if you exclude Servants that happen to have a professional background in medicine or therapy, then... I am the therapist." A priestess and a nurse, indeed, there was none better, none more experienced than Caren at therapy. Majority of the Holy Church members in Chaldea were executors or burial agents, servants of god meant to deliver his judgment. From a clerical standpoint, Caren may as well have the highest authority as reflected in her occupation as priestess. In other words, if Xu Fu needed an adult, then Caren was the adult! Caren gazed down at Xu Fu with an ominous smirk, not hiding her bloodlust like a predator spotting a new prey that just innocently, carelessly walked into her den...~ A hand even massaged the command seals that acted as the collar and leash for a Servant, finally starting to realize their convenience as now the Alchemist wasn't the only one beginning to fantasize! "Let us hear about your repressed desires for this lovely Yu Mei-ren~"

@Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach scathach

". . . I'm not a doctor, I'm an old school taoist. Granted, though medicine is one of my areas of expertise I do not spend any time handling common rabble. Now, the next time you make that offer again I'm placing a curse on you..." With that half-hearted threat the woman let out a soft huff. She wasn't about to accept being put in a place like that by her newfound master. Granted- there was nothing to stop Caren from just undoing that using one of her command seals however the very threat should potentially be enough to make her back up for the moment, wouldn't it? "I refuse to d-divulge any information about her. You clearly aren't worth my time doing so or her attention! If you are a medical practitioner then you should know just how unprofessional your conduct had been, much less just how utterly ridiculous your questions were! Get your head checked out... You are little more than my..." She paused for a moment to think of an appropriate term-- "Anchor. Unless you make considerable investment to the Xu Fu Artistic Industries I do not have a need to divulge the nature of my research or even touch upon any personal matters..." Yet, increasingly as she spoke- her eyes rested on the woman. That bloodlust. That odd look she shot her way...

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This woman was dangerous... "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got better things to do than entertain your delusions." With that, Xu Fu quickly headed for the exit of the room. @Nommyuks

"Goodness, have you never seen a naked woman stand before you? How else will you accurately observe the effects of your tinctures on your lab rat, alchemist?" Unaffected by the threat, Caren, albeit icily, did remind that she had agreed to the ridiculous terms of becoming her servant's test subject. Either way, she shrugged and rolled her sleeves back down with a disappointed sigh as if Xu Fu just soured the mood. "You are correct. I need not even ask. You will gush about her like a school girl and her crush without my push~" Verbally nudging Xu Fu back to that fantasy spiel she went on before Caren 'shocked' her, the ominous smirk weakened into a snarky smile. The smile exuded confidence that the Master will get what she wants either way. "Indeed. You detestable familiars just feed on my mana until I am bone dry. Like leeches." Rather than taking a step back from the heartless analogy, Caren took it a step further. "Regardless, I will shepherd you and facilitate you in your endeavors whether you like it or not. And I expect the same out of you." Of course, what Caren wanted had little to do with the Chaldean effort. If anything, Xu Fu would be useful for her actual professional job here in nursing by assisting in creating medication. Other than that... well... surely enough, Alterego has the other two Servants beat when it came to entertainment! "Do you even know where you are going, fool? Who is trapped in a delusion if you think you can escape me that easily?" Rather than use her shroud, however, Caren merely trotted after the Servant, sighing in vexation like a mother chasing down a runaway child. "At least allow me the courtesy of showing you to my room and facilitating you in the establishment of your workshop... not that my frail body will be much good at manual labor." Though Xu Fu could not see it this time, Caren's cheeks were puffed out once more as she, in her own frustrating yet clumsy way, worried that she may have overdone her teasing. So,

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now, the socially awkward woman refused to leave the Servant be until she felt sure there wasn't any lasting lashes. In other words... Aftercare!

( @Andle | Cam, Ib, Rach Was a ton of fun~ Looking forward to the next shenanigan! )

Freed from his cell in prison, Fenrir was told to follow up on his duties as a master of Chaldea by the director. After all, he has been absent from Chaldea's campaign to defend humanity since the start of the second singularity due to an incident that damaged the facility and nearly costed the lives of a handful of masters — servants too. He needed to make up for his lack of activity and 'disobedience'. That is why Fenrir is here in one of the many summoning rooms of Chaldea. Wearing his Chaldean uniform, Fenrir approaches the main part of the room where the summoning ritual is to be held. He takes a moment to appreciate the facility since he has been stuck in Chaldea's prison for quite some time. Finally, a new view. The feeling of freedom was great — not that he minded the solitude in his cell. He was fortunate enough to not have been executed on the spot by his colleagues. Maddened by the charms of the Queen, it took some time for Fenrir to regain his consciousness. His thirst for the Hunt will no longer overwhelm the priest. Feeling ready, Fenrir begins to recite an incantation to bring forth one of many Heroic Spirits from the throne so that they may serve and fight alongside him for the sake of humanity.

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- "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." "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."
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Finished, Fenrir awaits to see who will answer his call to arms.

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@Danni Whenever you're ready though I may be a bit slow

The Prince who had taken the venom to save his kingdom from a succession crisis found himself lost within the void, was this the afterlife perhaps or rather-- No this was more akin to a living archive, not only holding his soul, but a nearly infinite collection of other warriors from different worlds and times. Waiting to be summoned once more to aid humanity in their hour of need, only to realize they were doomed to simply fight in humanity's foolish wars once again. It was a rather sickening thought, one of the many reasons the beautiful and wise Lady Yu had resented humanity. He however was merely a soldier, one with more pedigree and charisma than most but his role was ultimately the same. He had lost track at this point with just how many times he had been summoned, perhaps some ambitious magus wished for the grail or maybe Yu Mei-ren of all people managed to summon him in the modern day. "Hah..." She'd hate him for that thought, but it seemed that the light would envelop him once again to summon yet another incarnation to the planet. A new master, it was both exciting and nerve wracking--- The light shown bright throughout the summoning room, it seemed the last servant to get summoned here served as something of a beacon though it didn't bring forth who they might have hoped for. The circle didn't bear some massive hero of superhuman size, nor someone of divine birth who had carried the world on their shoulders. Instead the formerly imprisoned werewolf would simply be greeted with a young man donning a rather strange mask, though it was not the most frightening design it still gave off a demonic feel as if to suppress a force of will even greater. "Servant Saber..." The figure would stand up from the dust created by such a great ritual and turn his head, only to offer a courteous bow to the one who had summoned him. "I've come forward to answer your wished my master, with me by your side we shall take on the world together."

@ArbyOrNotToBe

Once the light show concludes, Fenrir would stare towards the center of the circle where the Saber servant stood and bowed. In return, he bows as well. Showing an equal level of respect despite one of them acting as a servant and the other a master. "I welcome you, Saber, to the world of the living. Though you've reincarnated in a time far from your own and have entered a world you may not recognize, there still exists people that rely on your sword and bravery." Fenrir fixes his posture, taking a moment to fully inspect the servant standing before him. While young in appearance, the priest could tell that the Prince was powerful. He also radiated with this demonic aura — specifically from his mask it seems. "I'm sure you and I will get along just fine." He nods with a warm smile forming on his lips. From the looks of it, the Prince is able to tell Fenrir is kind. His presence and tone is enough to possibly erase any nervous feelings the Prince might have after being summoned by a new master. Not afraid, Fenrir walks closer towards the Prince and hums. For some strange reason, the priest leans forward and sniffs the Saber. Shortly leaning back and nodding. Maintaining his smile. How... strange...

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@Danni

It seemed his master was a humble sort, respectful enough to return the bow despite being unaware of the fact the one standing before him was royalty. Lanling did not mind a master with hubris, though one without was quite the nice surprise and one he could get rather used to. Saber would stand back up to his full height, the gaze under his mask simply following the man along as he continued to observe him, though the Prince was well aware of his own outlandish appearance. Necessary to hide his accursed face but still not something he was proud of either... "That's a relief to hear master, for my sword and bravery is all this form really has to offer..." It wasn't quite true considering his identity though hopefully his master would only be interested in his role as a commander and master swordsman nothing more. Though if this one desire to be his friend then he had no objections, so long as they were kind and brave of heart he was willing-- "M-m-master?" Did he come out smelling like a pile of cherry blossoms in the spring, no that was thinking to generously. He stank, that much was likely the obvious case here, the stench of battle and his loyal steed reeked upon him. The shame, oh his cheeks would light up red in utter shame... "Uhhh, forgive me master... I was unaware we carried our own scents upon being summoned. Please forgive this infraction... or you could d-decapitate me if it brings some amount of honor back to my status!"

A chuckle leaves Fenrir's system as he sees his servant's reaction. It wasn't the first time he's caught someone aback for this strange habit of his. In truth, he honestly finds it fun despite the possible risks... "Nonsense. You have nothing to apologize for, Saber. If anything, I should be the one to do so for entering your personal space. But to explain my case, I was merely learning your scent." He waves his hands in an apologetic manner as he says this. Acting playful. A part of him wanted to tease the servant more but he needed to practice discipline. He is a priest after all. An executor. A burial agent candidate. "You carry the scent of a warrior. As expected. This means that I can rely on you both in the front and backlines. You can... for the lack of better words, 'carry your own weight'." Looking back, Fenrir had two servants whom he trusted but could not leave alone. Especially when confronting powerful enemies. He had to use diplomacy for most of his encounters but one went badly. Hopefully that won't happen again otherwise he may end up in his cell again. Or worse. Such thoughts made Fenrir shiver briefly which the Prince could catch. Relaxed, Fenrir decides to take a step back, not wanting to have his servant worry more about such trifle things like his scent. "If you do not mind, Saber, let us talk as we walk through the halls of Chaldea. Your new home. Family even if it gets to that point."

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@Danni

"I see..." He mentally noted, this one certainly seemed like the eccentric sort, their personality had a rather disarming effect though the Prince was diligent as usual not ready to let his guard down just yet. "My scent isn't something I'd imagine most masters asking for, perhaps humanity has become much more dog-like in the modern day." He thought despite how much in conflicted with his own installed knowledge, thought he also wanted to know more about his master in turn but that would be overstepping some boundaries this early on. "Of course, you summoned a member of the Saber class! I'm certainly no exception to the strict qualifications associated with such a retainer!" He smiled with a little bit of his warrior's pride spilling out with such an explanation. "My greatest accomplishments were my skills with a sword and my tactical ability as a commander, leading troops is my primary function of course." Though that also made him squint his eyes, now curious as to his master's own specialties, a must know if they were to fight together. Or perhaps this one preferred the shadows... His alert gaze did catch the shiver of his master, perhaps his presence brought upon bad memories or maybe this room was far too cold. That wouldn't do at all, it was indeed time for a change in location. "Take me to a place you enjoy then master, I'd love to see what makes you tick for lack of a better term." He nodded before hopping off the pedestal in an elegant motion sword still in hand. "Ah yes how should I refer to you? Master is fine with me though I'm open for a more casual sort of relationship."

@ArbyOrNotToBe

”Er- I can assure you that humanity has not become more ‘dog-like’ as you say. There are just strange people like myself.” He answers while walking towards the exit. Fenrir says this not only to avoid setting a bad image for humanity in the Prince’s eyes. If someone were to protect something, that something has to be valuable. When the Prince shared his experience, Fenrir would look back at him and nod. It seems like he’s in good hands — having a servant that can fight and formulate strategies. Very useful and dependable, Saber is. ”That is music to my ears, Saber. I look forward to seeing you in the field. To display your talents. But fighting isn’t all we do in Chaldea. Though I’m sure you knew that already.” He looks back ahead, putting his hands behind his back and holding them together. ”I don’t have a specific place in mind. Until you find an facility interesting enough to explore, we shall just walk around in the base.” ”Hmm… Good question. Admittedly, it has been awhile since someone referred to me as a Master in Chaldea. Hahaha. It has also been awhile since I talked to someone proper. How childish. Forgive me, Saber. This ‘lone wolf’ is a little rusty.”

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@Danni

"Ah master you need not call yourself strange! It's-- a good thing really that you're so forward with me this early on." Saber tried to assure his new master, not wanting to make it seem like he was imposing his own beliefs on Alfred's rather unique mannerisms. It wasn't something he expected from a human, it honestly reminded him a lot of another he knew in life... "Likewise, my sword arm itches to draw my blade and force it into the heart of your foes. Indeed many have compared my skill with the Jian to an elegant dance wreathed in crimson, it almost makes the prospect of such a fierce battle seem beautiful... almost of course..." He frowned worrying his own excitement for battle might throw his newest master off, he did not wish to give off the impression he was some battle crazed brute whose only desire was to kill. There was something odd about this one though, a certain feeling that the Prince couldn't seem to shake. "Hmm, I'm afraid to admit but most of my skills outside of the battlefield aren't too impressive. Whilst I do know my way around politics, my only other skills involve instruments and drafting poetry. O-of course if you desire either then I'd be honored to grace your eyes and ears with them!" Lanling offered before following his master to the exit, very eager to see what else this facility offered. "Would you like the name Lone Wolf then? Seems like a rather childish nickname but perhaps it suits your isolated soul..."

@ArbyOrNotToBe

”I am relieved to hear that. I do not like to pretend I am a person I’m not. It’d be too difficult to stay in character. If you were made aware of my past, you’d be surprised I act this way. Hmm. Perhaps you’ll get your opportunity soon — to see flashes of my past.” Fenrir debates whether or not the two can spar. However, he feels hesitant. While there are Servants that appreciate a small contest of strength, Fenrir is not in the best condition. Perhaps even Saber but it is unlikely. When Saber reveals his thirst for combat, Fenrir strokes his chin. Wondering if he should propose a spar between the two of them if not a simulation. But again, it may be too much work. There was also a singularity going on. The two of them could display their skills there. Until then, a walk around Chaldea would be a more fruitful idea. He needed to get along with his servant. ”Ah, no, no. Refer to me as Master when we are in the field. But when we are in Chaldea, you can call me by my name: Fenrir. ‘Lone Wolf’ would definitely be a childish name. It might not suit with my colleagues either. But you are not wrong about me being an isolated soul.” He doesn’t elaborate further. But hints of the Prince’s Master lifestyle would come under the spotlight.

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@Danni

"Of course, a soldier who is dishonest with themselves and others is only a liability on the battlefield. At the end of the day the only thing I'll ever judge you on is where your heart lies." He said hopefully rather figuratively as the heart should usually be located within the chest cavity. Saber was rather eager to learn more of his master though the time would have to come for later. The Prince hadn't even given his own name yet in exchange, but he would likely withhold such information directly lest his master specifically requested it. This servant was well aware indeed of how much of an asset keeping such things secret could be in a war like this. "Something on your mind master? You seem to be deep in thought, did my words happen to be more profound than I had intended?" He asked his voice suddenly losing that sense of authority and taking on a far more intimate tone. It seemed the switch from commander to friend was quite natural for this prodigy of warfare, though it wasn't something he'd do for just anyone. "Hmm then you can simply refer to me as Saber on the field in return. Fenrir though, isn't that the name of some monstrous wolf of the lands far north?" Perhaps his small sense of intuition regarding his master was leading to something, perhaps it was just some fancy code name though. "Hehe, I thought it was a rather charming nickname though. Think your friends might find it rather endearing as well~!" He giggled under his hand enjoying teasing this otherwise soft and serious master for the fun of it. It brought back fond memories for the Prince, when he and his kin would make jabs at each other during their youth.

@ArbyOrNotToBe

”Wonderful. We share an understanding then. I know some people from my brotherhood who heavily rely on their alternate personas to get by. It can be tough to be who you are where I am from. Then again, it might be the same for you. Speaking of which… I do not believe you’ve mentioned your true name, Saber. Would you share it? Unless you want me to try and figure out your identity on my own. Like a game of sorts.” Depending on Saber’s answer, Fenrir will also play a similar ‘game’. That being to keep his skills secret until a situation forces him to use it. A bit of teasing and messing around can be healthy every now and then. ”No, Saber. You haven’t said anything wrong. If anything , I appreciate everything you’ve said so far. You heroic spirit can carry plenty of wisdom.” Fenrir enjoyed this friendly conversation. He hasn’t had one for awhile. Being in a prison cell for almost all of the singularities can make a man lonely and out of touch with what’s around them. That feeling was quickly disappearing though thanks to the masked prince. When the prince recognizes his codename, Fenrir’ eyes widen. In truth, he did not expect the prince to be familiar with the mythical giant. So with another chuckle, he responds: ”That is correct. A child of Loki, the wolf giant that killed Odin. I’m honestly surprised you are aware of his existence. I may be misjudging your knowledge quite a bit. Quite.” ”And yes! My friends did think it was ‘cute’. I was given this nickname by my seniors. It stuck with me ever since. So much so that I don’t go by my real name anymore.” Once he exits the summoning room with Saber, he’d turn right and walk down the hall. Not really thinking about where their exploration will take them as they chat.

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@Danni

"Mmm..." The Saber would scratch his chin a little as they walked, wondering if it would indeed be a good idea to share his name and origin. On one hand it was likely unnecessary and perhaps a little risky should the master get caught or put underneath some truth spell. On the other, it would give him a better idea of this Saber's capabilities and what exactly to expect. "There are both benefits and drawbacks for a master to know the identity of their servant, though should you really wish I have no issue in telling you. Perhaps we can play this little game of yours, figure out enough and perhaps you'll work out my true name sooner rather than later." In fairness, he had a good suspicion that his master was also withholding information and the name Fenrir was more likely than not just some form of title. Besides, the Prince enjoyed talking to Alfred and any excuse to squeeze more conversation out was deeply appreciated. "A-ah master don't get me wrong, it's only part of the basic knowledge installed into me by the throne. I could not identify this beast if I saw it and most the legends associated with such a name are still a mystery to me, it's likely just there so that I can easily identify a servant should they use a telling Noble Phantasm." It was indeed just base knowledge given, no different than what information the Throne installed in regards to the modern world. An incomplete picture through and through to keep things fair in the case of an actual Grail War. Perhaps other servants identified this information differently, he could not say only being freshly summoned into this world. He'd contemplate such mundane thoughts as he crossed the hallways, his violet eyes analyzing the strange architecture of this futuristic styled lab. "Apologies master, I have a faint idea of our mission but this is certainly far from an ordinary Grail War correct?" @ArbyOrNotToBe

"So be it, Saber. Let us see if I can figure out your identity before the end of the day. Oh, what fun~" The priest chuckles. Was it strange that he was behaving like this with a heroic figure? Surely, he must practice discipline and behave like a proper master would. Alfred's just built different, really. He was always like this since the beginning - perhaps even till the end. "Installed to you? So does the throne inform you about what everyone in Chaldea will be doing?" He asks. If so, it would save him time. If not, he doesn't mind revealing the main purpose of his summoning. And based from his answer, it appears to be the latter. Though upon the prince saying the words "Noble Phantasm", he wonders what his servant's was. For another time. Maybe. There is no reason for Fenrir to go about demanding his servant to perform these powerful abilities that are attached to their spirit. However, he could not help himself but wonder what it was. He will just refrain from asking his Saber servant about it. "Don't worry. I can explain it to you. You see, Saber, you have been brought to Chaldea in order to save humanity's history - existence. You will not find any enemies within Chaldea. Perhaps rivalries but nothing incredibly hostile. Hopefully. There are still people to look out here." Fenrir nods. While everyone in Chaldea are his allies for the most part, there are individuals that follow their own agenda. Him included. Though since Saber is his servant, he has no reason to act all shady around him. That would simply destroy their relationship between servant and master that they are beginning to develop. "Recently, we have concluded our campaign of restoring singularities - a time in history that does not exist in human history from a known or unknown region. We have defeated Goetia but we have been warned that this was only the beginning. There are still more threats to come so you and I must help Chaldea and humanity to defeat them."

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@Danni

"Hmm so you're the type for games then," Saber couldn't help but chuckle a little over this newfound revelation. How childish yet somehow it managed to endear the Prince that much more to this complete stranger. "Perhaps I'll offer you some form of reward should you guess right, though if you fail to manage an answer in time hmm..." What would be a fitting prize for this Saber managing to keep his anonymity a secret for this long. "If you cannot determine my true name by the time the sun kisses the mountains, you're to prepare my tea for the next week. If you do guess correctly then... I'll trust you to name a fair victory condition in return!" Surely it was rather odd to see such an otherwise noble servant getting so excited over this prospect. "Oh, you shouldn't think about it too hard master there's very little we servants actually know upon summoning. It's like reading a pamphlet regarding all the major details of humanity in the briefest terms possible. I'm very well aware that humanity is being threatened by something but I've no ideas as to what the threat is or how you have chosen to respond." He tried to explain hopefully not managing to overcomplicated the details in the process. He really was unaware of the exact nature of his summoning and he could have just as easily believed he ended up on the enemy side if Fenrir had not explained it in clear detail... "Hmm, no disrespect intended but that's a rather foolish sentiment master. Enemy's could always be lurking around even behind friendly lines, the only time when one can let their guard down is after the war has finally resolved. But I understand your sentiment, my blade shall remain sheathed unless I'm given very good reason to draw it... or should you command it draw of course." He concluded hoping his master would get a good feeling towards the Prince's level of loyalty. "That said, I do look forward to meeting all the other servants and masters here. If they are even

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half as likeable as you are then they should be very easy to get along with!"

@ArbyOrNotToBe (Should we move to one of the hallways?~)

(Sounds good to me! I'll ping you in a free one when I reply.)

The room was quite sterile. Though there was a hint of different smells that still lingered. Most of it had been drowned out by chemicals and what have you. Perhaps they took the cleaning of this place rather serious? They didn't want to contaminate the summoning rooms. What she had learned about servant summoning was brief. Truthfully she couldn't say she had completely grasped the concept of what a servant was, for now she would continue with the easiest thing she could comprehend....compartmentalizing the fact she had learned to simply categorize them as ghosts of famous people. She much like every human upon this planet had to put things in certain categories of understanding, and not understanding. What She had learned over the past few years was if she understood it, she could most likely do it. So therefore even if she didn't fully understand what a servant was, she had to categorize them into an understandable category. Red spider lily's adorned this woman's kimono. Her eyes looked somewhat vacant...she had a calm composure to herself as she stood in the room. A single little note in her hand that she traced her thumb across the text that was written upon it, clearly it was some sort of incantation. A way to enter a state of self-hypnosis in order to perform the necessary steps of magecraft that was needed to perform this ritual she was set out to do. She'd learned about the whole process, it was fresh in her mind. All that she needed to do was perform the ritual and a servant would appear. What may be odd was that she had chosen not to use one of the possible catalysts for summoning specific servants or narrowing the potential results down. She didn't feel it necessary. She believed that if she was truly to repent, then she should obtain a servant best suited to her and that was what she was supposed to get without a catalyst....at least that was her understanding of the summoning system. She took a deep breath. Her mind turned blank, her body

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became automated and her movements were no longer truly her own. She raised her right arm, the paper in her hand fluttered to the ground.

 Fill, fill, fill, fill...

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
By the name of the Great Holy King Charlemagne who came before me.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.
An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!

@Shiki Nanaya

As blue spark appeared, the summoning circle activated, picking forth a servant to be summoned. Still... Something had to go wrong? For sure, something was wrong here. Even the servant himself thought this is wrong After all, he wasn't supposed to be there. His story isn't nearly enough to be respected as a Heroic spirit, at all. Still, something else was merged in his spirit, fragments of his sister and... a certain 'brother'. Opening his eyes slowly, he started talking, with the most imposing tone he could put out (honestly, it wasn't that good....) "Oda Nobukatsu has come to answer your call. I am the younger brother of Oda Nobunaga, head of the Oda Family. I've come as an Archer Class. Ah, I'll have you know that I have no intention of bending myself to anyone but Aneue. Ours is nothing but a collaboration. Keep that in mind. By the way, do you know if Aneue's around?"

The trance like state was over. Truly she couldn't say she enjoyed that part of magecraft. It always felt...off. Still it appeared as if it had done it's purpose, the blue sparks gave way to a light and before she knew it there stood a person. Well...she hesitated to call it a person, it was something far different....a strange sensation overcame her. This unnatural being, was surely something which didn't sit right in the world. The eyes of the kimono clad woman flared up. The space around them would begin to twist....an unnatural atmosphere was formed, befitting of these unfitting existences. However, the woman was able to stop herself from doing anything further. "Oh dear. My apologize." She'd lower her head, bowing it a bit in apology. " Oda Nobukatsu is it? Good Evening. My name is Fujino, Asagami Fujino. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She spoke with a calm. " How unfortunate. It appears my summoning was a failure then. I've been told a servant was to be loyal to the summoner, this case being myself. Ah...I am not sure if your sister is around." Fujino spoke, she had little to no knowledge of what servants had been summoned so far, or if this was even a proper summoning, what she had done so far.

@Shiki Nanaya

What the hell is this... What is wrong with this woman?! "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT! I mean that... While I do am your master, i'm in no way willing to be one of those mindless warriors that people throw around! And, that I'll always prioritize my sister if time comes." with a deep sigh, Nobukatsu added "Sheesh, do you apologize to everyone so fast?"

@Devanya

Devanya started a thread. 2022-10-10 11:08 PM

This was not what she had expected. As she had understood it servants where meant to be some sort of familiar....not that she fully grasped the differences between various types of familiars but she understood them to be a sort of servant; like a maid or a butler. She figured that was why they were called, servants??? However, now she was being berated by her servant. If she was honest with herself, she didn't really enjoy dealing with rowdy men....though the outburst that this servant just did was certainly adorable. There was a soft smile upon Fujino's face. "Ah....I understand. I seem to have had the wrong understanding of servants. My apologize." Fujino would bow her head a bit and then return to looking at the servant. " Nobukatsu...your sister would be Tokuhime, am I correct? Forgive me, the children of Nobunaga have never been my strong suit when it comes to sengoku history. However, I'm proud that I was able to summon the esteemed child of Oda Nobunaga. I've heard you were a great swordsman." Fujino spoke out, clearly assuming she had summoned the skilled warrior son of the Warring States warlord, the one fought in the battle of Komaki and Nagakute!

@Shiki Nanaya

"Y-you've got the wrong Nobukatsu! I'm the Brother of Nobunaga! Not the son! That foolish one wasn't even able to protect her, don't put myself into the same league as him!" "Tho, I understand the misleading, if I remember correctly (going by the information given by the Throne of heroes) I've been called 'Nobuyuki' in some cases. Still, Nobukatsu's better. Also, have more faith in yourself Master. While I'm a failure of a brother and a Servant, you are my master, be a bit more authoritary!" It was clear that Nobukatsu was frustrated, as someone who usually has people with strong personalities around him, he wasn't really... at easy with this kind of characters.

@Devanya

She was taken aback a bit by the fact that she was now scolded for having remembered the wrong Nobukatsu? Fujino would tilt her head a bit and place her thumb and index finger against her chin, holding it in a almost comical thinking pose. After a few moments of this she would shrug. "I'm sorry. I have no memory of a Nobukatsu as a brother of Nobunaga...I do not think I've ever learned of you in school. Which is surprising considering you come from my homeland." Fujino would bluntly point out, discussing how odd it was that she didn't know about this heroic figure even though she got straight A's in school....perhaps only those who furthered their studies in the life of Oda Nobunaga would have any direct knowledge of this servant before her. "Nobuyuki....I shall remember that then. It will be easier for my mind to remember you as a different entity. Else I confuse you for a skilled swordsman and warrior." Fujino would speak out, she was being rather strict, but it wasn't meant to be mean. It was simply meant to help her mind better process things. It did seem as if her first servant was a bit....upset with her for not showing enough authority. Clearing her throat, Fujino would straighten her back and look at her servant. " I shall do my best then. Would you like me to ask you to kowtow? I'm not sure what sort of relationship a servant is supposed to have with their master. So I'll ask on you to guide me in that respect." Fujino would say, bowing her head slightly to her servant. " Though, I must warn you...I'm not very good with violence. I've learned over the past few years that I seem to not know when to stop...." Fujino would let out, sharing a bit of a personal detail with her familiar. That should be allowed right? From her understanding it shouldn't be a problem if they know right?

@Shiki Nanaya

"Again?! Its nobukatsu... Also, I did do some stuff.. Its just... that Aneue's way better in everything. But that's obvius, she's Aneue!" hahhh, what a weirdo of a master "Well I suppose that is where i'm gonna jump in then. I've learned a few things in leadership through Aneue, i'll be more than happy to let you know when to stop. Still... I wonder, what sorts of Mystics do you use to not being able to stop properly?" a weird curiosity came to Nobukatsu. The way she was sharing information seemed... weird in some sort.

It seemed she had insulted her servant. She would shake her head and then take a deep breath. " I see. Hmm, I'll try my best to refer to you as Nobukatsu." She was wondering who they meant though, who exactly was this 'aneue'? Perhaps she should pry. "Would you mind me asking, who is your aneue? I don't have any recollection of a female older sibling of yours?" Fujino would question, a bit curious... "Oh. It's not really a case of mysticism. I just feel that if we should work together, it might be best if you know. I may have a predilection for violence. However if you feel like you can keep me in line should such a case come up. I'd appreciate it." She'd bow her head and give a slight smile to her servant.

@Shiki Nanaya

"Aneue's just Aneue? Well, you do mix up your history so let me be clear. Aneue is Oda Nobunaga, the Demon Lord of the Sixth Heaven... or whatever other nickname people come by these days..." haah, this is upsetting. She's really passive... "Violence is fine, as long as it is justified. Still, I'd like to have an understanding of your magic, just to figure out how to work together. After all, I'm not a fighter by any shot I just use this..." And in Katsu's hands, a Musket and... a doll? appeared. The doll had... weird features, and seemed to be almost autonomus!? N-n...NOBBU

"Oh, I didn't know Oda Nobunaga was a woman....how odd." Fujino would let out, it was strange as history had been rather clear about them being male. Though perhaps this was an indication that maybe history wasn't to be trusted...or maybe this Throne thing made mistakes? Who knew. It ultimately didn't matter if they were man or woman, their feats and achievements were all that mattered after all. The throne probably didn't put much weight on it, but from the way she had gotten it explained the public perception and belief would have changed that? Maybe she was taught wrong. "Ah, it's fine. I see...but what deems it justified?" Fujino would ask, what this servant of her thought of justified and what Fujino understood as just might differ greatly and she didn't really have the desire to put her servant off with her...darker tendencies. Seeing the summoned musket and the little doll. Fujino would tilt her head a bit. Had they created a piece of target practice? The rifle they understood but the doll was odd looking. The eyes of the Asagami lady would shine brightly, the spiral of red and green would twist and target the autonomous doll. Trying to twist it into an unnatural grotesque piece of modern art....

@Shiki Nanaya

"OIOIOI! I dunno what you're thinking, but don't go smashing my stuff! This doll is but an autonomus servant that... well, i suppose it spawned due to me being a not so strong servant, and maybe due to my wish to be with Aneue... Anyway.. " Nobukatsu would put the doll on the ground. The doll stood up by its own, in an almost kind of cute way. The way it waddled towards Fujino was funny looking NOBBU "see? its pretty much another helping hands. I call him Nobbu mk1." https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/fategrandorder/images/4/4d/Chibi_Nobu.png/revision/latest?cb=20160701105108

@Devanya I forgor

Danni started a thread. 2022-10-26 8:08 PM

There was something oddly disturbing about the miniature. The doll like figure was cute but at the same time ugly. She wanted to destroy it. Her eyes were already flaring up, the magic circuits within them were at full throttle. She could see the form that it was about to take within her mind's eye. Then, ignoring the words of Nobukatsu....the little Nobbu would be twisted. Turned and broken, until it was spiraled up into an unnatural shape! Leaving but a grotesque clump on the ground. "Ah, my apologize. It was simply as if it was calling to me to destroy it." Fujino would let out, her hands moving up to cover her mouth. " I suppose now you have seen what ability I possess." Fujino spoke as she would pull back a step, a bit embarrassed that she had given into such an impulse simply by laying eyes on that figure. @Shiki Nanaya

"ah..." It wasn't much... It was just a doll, but... It was... Deep down, Nobukatsu knew that that thing... that small thing had the small fragment of his sister's connection... And she just bent it. "why?! hicc What is wrong with you!? hic-hic Aneue!!!!!!" A sobbing mess... That's what Nobukatsu was at the moment. Sure, fixing it would be easy, with magic... BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO! Nobukatsu had neither the affinity nor the knowledge to do that, so it would've been up from scratch!

@Devanya Happy?

Fujino felt rather bad now that her servant had turned into a weeping mess. It seemed to have mattered a lot to him. Though she did question the capabilities of a servant who was turned into such a pathetic state simply by having a grotesque doll destroyed. Though, as their master she knew that she would have to take responsibility for it. It was after all her fault.... She'd shake her head and walk forward, placing her hand on Nobukatsu's shoulder. " Do not worry, Nobukatsu. I'm certain we can fix it. I'll dedicate whatever resources I have to help you in this endeavor." Fujino spoke out as she lowered herself to his level. Squatting beside him. "It will be alright. In a place like this filled with magi and other servants there should be someone who can help us fix it." She spoke in that soft spoken voice, it showed...remorse? Though perhaps not a lot, or maybe more muted remorse than anything else. She pitied the servant before her....but she didn't feel much shame for her actions.

@Shiki Nanaya

"Yeah... sure.... whatever..." He was... emotionless. A part of him had died after all. He wasn't really up to snuff now. As he disappeared in spirit form, he added "Just... Call me when needed. And remember, I am just answering your 'suggestions' because I need to... But I will turn this back to you... Trust me."

@Devanya

This would be his first time summoning a servant. He was rather nervous. Though he decided that it was stupid to be nervous. He didn't know about the catalysts so didn't bother grabbing one. He would raise his right hand and take a deep breath. His mind blank and every thing he did now was automated, just instinct.

**Come forth. Let steel and fire be your essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Become my sword and my companion.
Let loose the hounds of war so that we may push back the enemies of humanity.
I summon thee.**

@Shiki Nanaya

As the summoning circle activated, flames and heat started to appear. They... weren't malicious per se, and didn't seem to actually burn, but they did bring quite the heat. Clearing, amist the flames, a single man. "Saber, Senji Muramasa, Has come to answer your summons. Although I'm only a blacksmith, I'm also a Pseudo Servant, thus i should be able to be of help... after all, I have been summoned as Saber, and I do have training in swordmanship..."

@Trent[12]/Alex[6] (btw, try and not tag ppl while doing a tupperpost, for some reason, it doublepings XD) (edited)

Trent would stare at the flames with fascination, relishing in the heat before his eyes landed on the male in the middle. Upon hearing his introduction he would gain wide eyes and a smile. "You're THE Muramasa? Holy shit." He felt like a kid in a candy store. He couldn't help but be giddy. "I'm Trent Edwards. I do hope we will get along Muramasa-san."

@Shiki Nanaya

Flame would dissipate in petals, almost cherry blossom styled. Surely, Muramasa knew that his swords, his talent was well known, but didn't think he'd be met with... such enthusiasm. "Eh... Loud mouth eh... 'Tis fine. IF we want to be venial about it, I am perusing the body of this man to answer your call... Y'know, all sort of weird jazz. Still, weirdly compatible, me and this guy. Anyways" he would get closer to his master, with a stern and discerning gaze. "You... seem decently build... Maybe not for strikes, but for parries... elegant, like a katana that grazes through somene's throat, slitting it in a shower of petals- but no... I don't see the usual small cuts of training. Perhaps Kunais?... Shame, you'd be a quite good with a wakizashi in hand."

Trent would scratch the back of his head with a small smile. "I'm a specialist and thrown weapons. Specifically in Black keys though I do have some training with shorter blades weapons up close." He was kind of excited to talk to Muramasa. This was part of the reason he came to Chaldea. The thought of getting to talk to some of the greatest in history and myths was always a grand idea. "I do hope that I can meet any expectations you have of me."

@Shiki Nanaya

"Black keys huh..." Muramasa scratched his head a bit, realizing he himself didn't know of the blade... but the body most certainly did. A nasty face appeared on him, for a fraction of a second. "Eh, excuse me, seems like this body has in it for these things. I wonder if its the weapon itself or someone it loathed that used black keys... In any ways... I'll have to try them out, feel them out. Surely, these blades shan't be curve... Pointed weapons, for sure." Muramasa took another step, amost an inch from the master. "And so, Trent( No need to be so formal, especially with a old guy like me) Ye got any of these 'Black Keys' with you?" Muramasa was gone... His only interest was this 'key' now.

@Trent[12]/Alex[6]

Trent would notice the face of disgust before shrugging at his comment. "They're kinda like rapiers but made for throwing. So yeah they are pointed. Also capable of stopping regeneration within reason, made to take on Dead Apostles." However at the mention of having the black keys on him he would shake his head. "I had to leave my equipment at the Church before leaving for Chaldea. I am in the process of making one, it just takes some time. However, I think we could easily make just one. They aren't that complicated in all honesty."

@Shiki Nanaya

"D-dead apostles eh..." certainly... a blessed weapon... Would this be doable with only told data? Hrm... Maybe... Oh well "Anyways, that won't do. first work is- Ask for a place to work with. My smithing requires a specific place. Let us inquire the staff, we might get a space...."

Trent would nod in agreement. In all honesty he was working on his Book of Grace in his room where it was nice and peaceful. He would tap his chin before humming. "If memory serves there might be some workshops somewhere around. We can go look for them, they might have the smithing tools we need. I also have a picture of a black key in my room if that helps."

"Good, that'll be our first place then... Master." //think its cool if we end this one here, right? //

//Yeah we can.

He wanted another servant. While he did have Muramasa he was worried about what lay ahead. It was a feeling in his gut. Yet again though he didn't bring a catalyst. He would let fate decide his new companion.

Come forth, let steel and fire be your essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Become my spear and my companion.
Advise me in the midst of war.
Let loose the hounds so that we may push back the enemies of humanity.
I summon thee.

@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|

Come forth, let steel and fire be your essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Become my spear and my companion. Advise me in the midst of war. Let loose the hounds so that we may push back the enemies of humanity. I summon thee.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump The summoning would seem to start out quite routinely, then something of an abnormality occurred. The intensity of the mana around him would increase sharply, the air almost feeling like it held some other presence, the three rings forming and closing around the pillar of mana that shot forth, a woman with black hair and one piercing blue eye visible. She wore a short white dress with blue accents, armor around her waist and a blue cloak with the hood up. “Would you so happen to be my master?” She’d ask in a charming, almost playful tone as she spoke with an energy something between a chunni and a refined lady. “I’m Lancer, by the by~”

The summoning would seem to start out quite routinely, then something of an abnormality occurred. The intensity of the mana around him would increase sharply, the air almost feeling like it held some other presence, the three rings forming and closing around the pillar of mana that shot forth, a woman with black hair and one piercing blue eye visible. She wore a short white dress with blue accents, armor around her waist and a blue cloak with the hood up. “Would you so happen to be my master?” She’d ask in a charming, almost playful tone as she spoke with an energy something between a chunni and a refined lady. “I’m Lancer, by the by~”

@Odin (Lancer) (@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|) - jump "I am yeah. Name's Trent Edwards, a pleasure to meet ya. What would your true name be?" He would hold his hand out for a handshake. He found her to be rather pretty. The way she talked was endearing, almost like a chuuni. He himself had a fondness for anime after leaving the Holy Church to come to Chaldea.

"I am yeah. Name's Trent Edwards, a pleasure to meet ya. What would your true name be?" He would hold his hand out for a handshake. He found her to be rather pretty. The way she talked was endearing, almost like a chuuni. He himself had a fondness for anime after leaving the Holy Church to come to Chaldea.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She’d seem to see this as an opportunity to show off some, using magecraft to create little sparkles of light around her before she strikes a pose and speaks. “I’m Odin, king of the Scandinavian gods, pursuer of knowledge! I responded to your call, hearing your will to protect humanity driving you..” She’d say almost dramatically, before shifting her tone to something almost flirtatious. “Though perhaps you called a cute girl like me because I fit your tastes~?”

His jaw dropped at her introduction. She was Odin. His mind almost couldn't comprehend it. He sat there for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. "You mean like Odin, king of the Aesir? The one who drank from the well under the Yggdrasil? Holy fucking hell..." To say he was shocked was an understatement. But upon hearing her somewhat flirtatious tone he would gain a small blush. "I won't deny you are rather cute."

@Trent[12]/Alex[6]

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She’d have a smug grin on her face, seemingly satisfied with how he was reacting. She’d reply in just as grand a fashion as before. “The exact one, yes. I’m that Odin, the one who attained all the knowledge of Mimir~” She’d seem to then step closer, the click of her platforms being heard in the room as she looks him in the eye. “I must say you are truly a man of culture. Platforms with just a little magical girl spice to pull off the alluring, yet cute look… It’s a wonder why many don’t understand the appeal, really~”

She’d have a smug grin on her face, seemingly satisfied with how he was reacting. She’d reply in just as grand a fashion as before. “The exact one, yes. I’m that Odin, the one who attained all the knowledge of Mimir~” She’d seem to then step closer, the click of her platforms being heard in the room as she looks him in the eye. “I must say you are truly a man of culture. Platforms with just a little magical girl spice to pull off the alluring, yet cute look… It’s a wonder why many don’t understand the appeal, really~”

@Odin (Lancer) (@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|) - jump "To think that I summoned you. Holy shit. This is so awesome." He was grinning widely, like a kid in a candy store. Some of his favorite mythology involved the Norse Pantheon in one way or another. However, he couldn't help but blush at her next words. The eye contact making him turn a deeper shade of red. "Ah, well I am a fan of anime and stuff. And you are pulling off the look quite well." He tried to remain somewhat confident like he usually was. Key word being tried.

"To think that I summoned you. Holy shit. This is so awesome." He was grinning widely, like a kid in a candy store. Some of his favorite mythology involved the Norse Pantheon in one way or another. However, he couldn't help but blush at her next words. The eye contact making him turn a deeper shade of red. "Ah, well I am a fan of anime and stuff. And you are pulling off the look quite well." He tried to remain somewhat confident like he usually was. Key word being tried.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She’d ease up for now, sitting down on some nearby chair or general surface as she looks around a bit. “I’m happy to be in the presence of one who admires me so.. it’s almost making me blush.” She’d say whimsically, seeming to relax a little for now. She leans back and stretches, bending her back quite far back before she continues. “That makes sense, my form is very much born from such things. I even have different outfits to fit the occasion, if I were to feel the need to wear them~” She’d stretch her legs out, not seeming to care much for how it makes her look.

She’d ease up for now, sitting down on some nearby chair or general surface as she looks around a bit. “I’m happy to be in the presence of one who admires me so.. it’s almost making me blush.” She’d say whimsically, seeming to relax a little for now. She leans back and stretches, bending her back quite far back before she continues. “That makes sense, my form is very much born from such things. I even have different outfits to fit the occasion, if I were to feel the need to wear them~” She’d stretch her legs out, not seeming to care much for how it makes her look.

@Odin (Lancer) (@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|) - jump "Well your tales were some of my favorite growing up. I took lessons from the stories of the Scandinavian gods." He admitted rather sheepishly. It was thrilling to talk to someone like Odin. Even if she was a bit on the flirtatious side. "By outfits do you mean cosplays?" He was curious now, wondering what kind of outfits she was talking about. His blush had decreased a little but was still rather prominent.

"Well your tales were some of my favorite growing up. I took lessons from the stories of the Scandinavian gods." He admitted rather sheepishly. It was thrilling to talk to someone like Odin. Even if she was a bit on the flirtatious side. "By outfits do you mean cosplays?" He was curious now, wondering what kind of outfits she was talking about. His blush had decreased a little but was still rather prominent.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She very much seemed amused that cosplay seemed to be his immediate first thought, grinning once more as she'd answer quite...uniquely. "Precisely, my dear master! I also have other things such as swimsuits, maid uniforms.. other things~" She says feeling quite proud of herself, not feeling any shame for any of the words that managed to stream out of her mouth. It'd make one wonder just who she's using as a vessel, really. That was the only way to explain this. "I'm happy that you know so much about me though. People these days never remember the true MVPs of history, I swear~! I mean, I'm not sure how much of a role model some of us were, but.. I'm glad we could impart something good at least."

Trent couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn up once again. The thought of Odin dressing up salaciously was a bit much. He shook his head to try and calm himself down before taking a deep breath. "Of course I know a lot. I loved to read in my off time. Knowledge is a source of power, something you know much about." He would give a kind smile, his eyes lighting up. "Every god taught me something. Týr taught me justice and bravery. Loki taught me to use my wits. Thor taught me to enjoy life. And you, taught me to seek out knowledge and use it. To never give up in the face of danger. Truly, you were one of my role models growing up." He surprisingly felt rather comfy talking to her. As if he was talking to an old friend.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She didn't seem to get why she was flustering him so much, but rolled with it. Men in her days weren't so embarrassed by what was in her mind, such basic kinds of clothing. Then again she was bold enough to wear whatever crosses her mind even for a second, so...well, maybe she was just unique. "Of course, that's why I was the strongest of the gods! I never stopped learning things, even to this day Hugin and Munin let me watch the world~ Though.. it's good you know how to use your knowledge. It's very versatile from slaying dragons to charming maidens..though, there is honor in being resilient. Just remember that fear is not a fault, it's what tests our worth as a warrior." She'd seem to hold a somewhat old adage still; that even the strongest of warriors still fear death. Yet, they still fight.

The honest reason he was so flustered was simple. He didn't have a whole lot of interactions with women who were so open and flirtatious. Most of the women who were in the Holy Church were either reserved or cared more about their training. He listened to her stories before nodding with a small smile. "Just because you are afraid does not mean you are weak. Words to live by."

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She'd not think about such trivial things much now it'd seem, basically laying down on whatever flat surface she could fine. She certainly has made herself at home by now, looking over to him again as she stretches a little. "Indeed. So, what will be the first of our great adventures? Surely you must have something you need me to do~ Masters...well, I'd assume it'd be like that."

She'd not think about such trivial things much now it'd seem, basically laying down on whatever flat surface she could fine. She certainly has made herself at home by now, looking over to him again as she stretches a little. "Indeed. So, what will be the first of our great adventures? Surely you must have something you need me to do~ Masters...well, I'd assume it'd be like that."

@Odin (Lancer) (@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|) - jump "Right now?" He would stop and place a hand to his chin. He would think for a moment with his eyes closed. Finally he would open his eyes and then give a small smile. "If you want we can go grab a bite to eat. Or we can just talk somewhere else and get to know one another." His suggestions were rather simple. He was quite straight forward about things.

"Right now?" He would stop and place a hand to his chin. He would think for a moment with his eyes closed. Finally he would open his eyes and then give a small smile. "If you want we can go grab a bite to eat. Or we can just talk somewhere else and get to know one another." His suggestions were rather simple. He was quite straight forward about things.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She'd feign a shocked expression, grinning and sitting up slightly as she'd speak. She'd take on a somewhat teasing tone, seeing an opportunity to have some fun here. He could see it in her eye; she was up to something one could classify as no good already. "Oh my~ Asking me out on a date so soon after summoning me? I wasn't aware that my charms were that potent~!" She'd then grin wider, as if she was having fun. "But you know, I'll accept this time. Boldness is an admirable quality."

She'd feign a shocked expression, grinning and sitting up slightly as she'd speak. She'd take on a somewhat teasing tone, seeing an opportunity to have some fun here. He could see it in her eye; she was up to something one could classify as no good already. "Oh my~ Asking me out on a date so soon after summoning me? I wasn't aware that my charms were that potent~!" She'd then grin wider, as if she was having fun. "But you know, I'll accept this time. Boldness is an admirable quality."

@Odin (Lancer) (@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|) - jump He would give a small chuckle before he would gain a twinkle in his eyes. He would stand over her and offer a hand to pull her up. His smile was confident for once, probably fake though. "Well, you are rather cute and you seem like fun. If you want to treat this as a date we can." Now he was trying to flirt back, and slightly failing. It was funny to see him put in an effort to match her energy though.

He would give a small chuckle before he would gain a twinkle in his eyes. He would stand over her and offer a hand to pull her up. His smile was confident for once, probably fake though. "Well, you are rather cute and you seem like fun. If you want to treat this as a date we can." Now he was trying to flirt back, and slightly failing. It was funny to see him put in an effort to match her energy though.

@Trent Edwards (@Trent[12]/Alex[6]) - jump She'd giggle slightly as she lets him pull her up, him able to feel that she could probably fold him with minimal ease if she so decided to. She'd seem to let him do his thing for the time being, being...suspiciously normal for now. "I'll think on it. So, where to?" She'd ask, feeling sort of an odd feeling right about now; she doesn't know herself well enough to answer whether she'd like that or not. It wasn't him, but rather...the mere idea that she didn't know something as simple as her preferences in this state bothered her.

She'd giggle slightly as she lets him pull her up, him able to feel that she could probably fold him with minimal ease if she so decided to. She'd seem to let him do his thing for the time being, being...suspiciously normal for now. "I'll think on it. So, where to?" She'd ask, feeling sort of an odd feeling right about now; she doesn't know herself well enough to answer whether she'd like that or not. It wasn't him, but rather...the mere idea that she didn't know something as simple as her preferences in this state bothered her.

@Odin (Lancer) (@|Thor|14|Medusa|14|Lartoria|14|) - jump He would give a small smile, knowing damn well she could fold him if she ever wanted to. "Well, I haven't eaten lunch yet. So I guess to the cafeteria." He would let go of her hand before popping his back and shoulders. "And if you want, maybe a sparring session after that. I can't afford to get rusty."