Fandom Fate/Bad Joke

[Iskandar]

Rider
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"Prothymos. I shall wait outside while you set up here. Keep an eye out." Rider communicated to her master through their link, never once stepping foot inside the house of one Mr. Holt, the person that Cassandra was looking into. Apparently Rider's master decided to turn the mans house into their base of operations for now,and Rider had no complaints.

Rider spoke a few words, summoning her trusty companion to her side. Only, something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. It did not take the form that Rider was familiar with, instead it was summoned as something much more akin to the modern era. The servant raised an eyebrow before grinned wildly, "So this is the form you have decided to take, eh boy?" The rev of an engine was the reply of Rider's mount. It appears that it was summoned as a motorcycle, an extremely interesting and badass looking motorcycle:

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Rider hopped onto the motorcycle and felt around it. It was made of nice materials and seemed to have the newest parts, naturally. A mount such as this only befitted someone of the Rider Class after all. Rider smirked and leaned back into the leather seat, placing her hands behind her head. She quite enjoyed the malfunction her mount had suffered, causing to turn into such a thing. She looked up at the dimly lit sky, only some stars even visible due to the amount of light pollution caused by London's massive population. Rider recognized some of the constellations, pointing at them and muttering their names to herself. Growing bored of this she sat upright and held out her hand. An ornate pipe appeared from thin air, a can of the finest herb accompanying it:

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Rider densely packed the herb into the pipe before lighting a match on fire and then the herb. Rider huffed in a large amount of smoke, before exhaling slowly into the cold air. Smoke danced around her momentarily before dissipating into the surrounding air. The Servant was entranced in her own thoughts, her past, and her story. Rider continued to do this for some time before a bright outburst of light illuminated the sky, and a voiced echoed loudly after it, "Oh? Interesting. Very interesting!" Rider shouted into the night at the voice proclaiming it had a proposal. It was a nice and loud proposal, one Rider liked, and one Rider could not shy away from.

"Master. I am sure you just heard that. We are leaving, whatever you were doing... well I just hope you managed to finish up." Rider communicated, putting her hand on the sleek handles of her motorcycle, revving the engine loudly as if to say, 'Hurry up! Hurry up!' to Cassandra, "Also, I suppose we should visit the overseer afterwards, though I cannot guarantee the safety of that person, as I will most likely end their lives. But we can leave that for later, for now, we go meet this other person! I wish to hear what such a bold proclamation entails." Rider had a grin on her face that only grew wider as she thought of what would occur next.

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[Xel]

SaberRandom Warehouse​

"Oho~? So you have a history with the Magicians. Such a history is one you should have shared with me before now. But no matter, it is of little consequence." She waved her hand dismissively. Him being hunted by a few extra mages didn't change that much. She could still protect him no matter how many magicians they sent after him. So the entire revelation ultimately meant very little to her. "Well of course. I intend to attain the Grail, why would I allow my enemy to stop my efforts?" The command, like many her Master felt like giving, was one that needed not to be said. Anyone who stood in their way would meet a swift end. This was not a war in which prisoners were valuable.

The remark that they would have to move caused her to perk a brow. "Do you not think that a bit paranoid? Precaution is all well and good, Master, but constantly being on the move out of fear will simply make us more vulnerable. It is far better to establish a camp and defenses to thwart any attack." There was no indication their location had been discovered. Indeed neither Assassin nor her Master ever saw Jun. No one but her and the Overseer knew of his identity and his participation in this war. To be demanding they flee not even a day into the war went beyond the realm of precaution as far as she was concerned.

Nevertheless her form dissipated into nothingness, trailing behind her Master as he made his way out of the hotel. She had no attachment to the room, if he wanted to move that was his choice. Of course she made a small mental note to secure her own fortifications so that another such move would not be necessary. She stuck nearby as he was chauffeured to his destination, taking up a post outside the derelict structure as commanded. Her form rematerialized atop the roof of the building, her gaze focused in the general direction the voice from earlier had come from. She had planned to locate and dispatch at least one servant that night, but it seemed someone else had thrown out the lure before she had the chance. And with her Master playing it ever safe she was further restricted from taking action. Indeed the thought of leaving him did cross her mind. But impatience beget failure and the night was still young.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Caster
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“To sum up your proposition, you want me to pay you to participate in war you’re already involved in,” Caster drawled with amusement after they finished eating.

Admittedly, he had been too absorbed in trying to discern the various spices that touched his taste buds to focus on Eli’s proposal until after all the food was gone. Caster recognized some of the spices as hailing from his homeland. The addicting, tingling sensation was nothing new to him. However, there were some spices he was unfamiliar with. They brought forth a complicated flavor Caster had never experienced…and he liked it. A lot. Even paired with low quality meat, it was better than anything he had ever tasted in his era and Caster allowed himself time to enjoy some of the finer points of being alive.

Business dealings were best done after dinner anyway…since having them before or during meal times often resulted in one of the involved parties to losing their appetite. At the very least, that was Caster’s usual experience.

“Well?” Green eyes met golden as Caster placed his chin atop his hands. He really did like those eyes. They were a lovely shade, but--more than that—they also exuded a certain type of mana that felt…volatile? Destructive? It was hard to say for sure with the lens blocking the way. Yet there was no denying they added a certain strength to the human’s gaze when he declared his desire to take all of Caster’s money either. Spoken like a true criminal. “ How much do you want? Five times what your regular work pays you? Ten times? I figured you would at least want that much to make up for the time spent in the war . I can even waive your rent, and any outstanding fees, if you want.”

A privilege of being the landlord.

Caster wasn’t opposed to giving his Master the money the young man so heretically believed in. Given the nature of his ability, and the sinfulness of humanity, Eli’s proposal wasn’t entirely unexpected either. A cooperative Master was much easier to deal with than an uncooperative one—well worth the money if one considered the fact that Eli currently possessed his command seals. If Eli had known how to use them, he wouldn’t even need to make a deal in the first place. He could simply force Caster to give it to him without all the hassle. Besides, his ability to support his Master financially was one of his trademarks as a Servant.

The problem usually occurred, for Caster at least, when the Master grew so attached to the wealth and luxury he provided that they forgot about the war. Money was a temptation. It was the means to an end, not the end goal. However, humans always seemed forget that. Even in his life, it wasn’t uncommon for people to forsake God in the name of Greed.

Except Eliot Anders didn’t seem to care for material goods if his living his standards—and his reaction to Caster’s purchases—were anything to go by. He wanted no power. No fame. That meant he didn’t want money for himself. He needed it for something else.

“It’d be easier for me to get the amount you want if I know how much money you need,” Caster continued. He smirked. “A better question might be, how much do you think you’re worth?”

Really, it might be easier if he hired some stooges to protect Eli rather than invest in the Master. Feed him some money just to stay inside his fortified apartment and laze about while Caster went about the Grail War on his own. It was certainly the more prudent way to go about things. Caster couldn’t say why he didn’t.

“Since you were so honest with your opinion of me, I figure I ought to return the favor.” Opening the brief case he’d placed on the table, Caster pulled out a pistol from one of the compartments. It had no bullets. Nothing that made it dangerous other than its appearance. It was just a cheap gun he’d picked up in a shady store near the pawn shop where he’d sold a bunch of trinkets he’d won. “You’re weak. You don’t know how to utilize the gifts you’ve been given. You think your fists would even stand a speck of a chance against a mage that enhances their fist with mana? Your bones would be shattered as soon as first contact is made. There are some mages out there that have trained their entire life—both physically and magically—to be chosen for the Holy Grail War…and you want to fight people like that as you are now?”

Caster no longer bothered to hide the mock in his tone as he inspected the modern weapon. It didn’t really matter what the item was. He just needed a weapon to endow his blessings on—to make it become God’s weapon. Strips of paper appeared before Caster. Summoning his staff, which transformed into a pen, Caster wrote at speeds that would make a copyist envious.

“I’ll agree to your terms and conditions,” Caster said while he worked on his Holy Scripts. “However, I shall add a few conditions of my own. First, you are to accept and keep anything I give you on you without a fuss.” No point giving Eli Holy Scripts or blessed items if he was just going to throw them away. “Second, you’ll agree to undergo training both in magic and martial arts when you’re not busy with mundane life or fighting in the Grail War.” Better for Caster to find Eli a skilled mage to tutor him in magecraft since the magic Caster wielded wasn’t exactly teachable…especially to the humans of the current era with their weak circuits. “Third, you’ll see the Holy Grail War to it’s end. Or your end. Whichever comes first.”

Caster signed his name on the scripts with a flourish before attaching them like charms hanging off the handle of his gun. He then proceeded to write on the gun’s barrel. Latin words. “In return, I will allow you unlimited access to the any accounts I have under the name Johnny—and the contents within—, I won’t hurt anyone not involved in the war, and I’ll follow any strategies you have pertaining to the war.” It might be kind of entertaining to see the young man who has never read the Art of War, who had never lead an army, rack his brain for a way to win. Six Servants needed to be killed, each summoned by a Master of an unknown identity. The easiest way to kill a Servant is to take out the Master. However, whether Eli took that route was up to him. Caster wanted the Holy Grail because it was the easiest and most honorable way to accomplish his wish. It wasn't the only way.

“Ego gladio dei. Ego clypeus dei. Cessare faciam omne malum a sancta terra. Presbyter John.”

The gun glowed in Caster’s hand. Braiding a section of his hair and tying it with the ‘Blessing of a Man’ script, the Caster returned to being Johnny. The Servant in a human body pocketed his gun, took his briefcase, and moved to the exit of Eli’s apartment. “For now, I’m going to go visit the London Tombs on your behalf and…" Johnny paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "...let the Overseer know that you’ve agreed to participate. We can continue discussion when I get back.” There were still many details to work out. Johnny also needed to go to the bank in the morning. And visit some churches. So much to do. So little time. “Or you can join me if you’re not tired. You’re the one that’s supposed to be in charge, after all~It wouldn’t do for the one who summoned someone like me to afraid of the dead.”

Opening the door, Johnny blinked when he saw a bright light hit the night sky. ‘I wish to make a deal!’ could be heard loud and clear. Or perhaps it was just him. Several tenants peeked out their window. Nope not just him. Johnny rolled his eyes.

Fireworks and a vague statement wasn’t enough to draw his interest. For all he knew, it was a random mage in the city playing around. There was nothing saying it was directed at him or had anything to do with the Grail War either. The Overseer, and the knowledge he held, interested Johnny/Caster more. Caster wanted to clarify exactly how many rules had been changed from the usual Grail War. The details of the Master's Market that he hadn't been aware of. And the nagging, unexplained feeling in his chest that he was somehow being made a fool of.

With those thoughts, Johnny stepped into the night.

Lucem
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[BearBearBear]

"Pardon me, I wouldn't have picked up such a habbit if she actually responded more to Lorelei." Alexandria had to admit that she barely registered any emotion on his stony face. There was a touch of hesitation, but all she could pick up aside from that was cold confidence and remarkable selfcontrol.

Alexandria could see that he was trained, definitely a Bartholomeloi, but as an Enforcer or as a Singer she could only hazard a guess. Perhaps he was an enforcer, that would excuse his ignorance as well as his less than adequate preparation. Though then again, he could also be new: Those who Sang of Strength, while powerful, weren't immortal and she attended excursions were even they needed to be replaced. But that was a lesser possibility: Of course Barty would alert her Honor Guard to the circumstances of the situation, especially when the failure was a glaring stain on her very name.

The Queen would not such accept such foolishness, not when an enemy dared attack her at her seat of power.

"If you would be so kind as to lead the way?" Alexandria allowed herself a polite smile. She was sure that the man wouldn't be stupid enough to lead her into a trap, if only held back by the possibility that she was on teasing terms with one of the most powerful magi alive. "And who knows? Maybe after this discussion, you'd be willing to accompany me to see the Overseer of this Grand Guignol."

Alexandria would play nice for now: It looked like he was looking into the war and she would, just to spite Lorelei, once more oblige the House of Barthomeloi. The Queen's overblown ego would force her to repay the debt and it was always so fun to talk to her when she got like that. If she found that they could work together, then there was no reason for her to waste her time on needless conflict. If his sense of pragmatism overrides his family's famous sense of honor, however...

Assassin, dismember him the moment he proves hostile. Alexandria was sure that she would win handily if it came to blows, even without Assassin's aid, but she would leverage every advantage she had. She couldn't help but imagine what kind of Command Seals she could forge with Blue Blood Noble Circuits.

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[Azure Sky]

Dorian Barthomeloi​

And who knows? Maybe after this discussion, you'd be willing to accompany me to see the Overseer of this Grand Guignol.

Dorian did not give an answer to that last part. He was unsure whether she was teasing him or not. He didn't need to walk much, as the Principal London, a 5-star hotel, was 5 minutes away by foot from the library. A building that survived the terrors of World War II, and still most of its past glory. It was one of the hotels that Dorian fancied the most, and he was also a regular customer.



Dorian called the general manager before entering, and made some arrangements, even though he knew he was imposing. Because of that he promised a "nice donation" to the hotel, which the upper management would find hard to refuse. Thus as the doors where opened to them, Dorian and Alexandria would be guided to the restaurant of the hotel, Tempus, which was famous for being an almost exact copy of the dinning room of the Titanic. Shortly after the Italian cheese and wine would arrive, with some extra prosciutto crudo and salami.



"As promised" he said, calmly. "I'd rather keep things civillized. And who knows, maybe we can help each other. I, for one, am hoping in find that out from this particular meeting." he spoke with no visible malice, because, really, there was none. He considered himself above such...petty behaviour. If somewhere in the near future he'd need to fight her to the death, then so be it. But for now, only wine, cheese, and a meaningful chat.

As for the rest of the Masters that would be drawn to his bait, they'd surely be disappointed, but Dorian hoped that he'd rope in at least two more, and that they'd fight each other. The less, the merrier.

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[SCSaya06]

"Very well. Rider, you may go on ahead. Even I find that invite rather suspicious." Cassandra agrees with the suggestion. Standing at the threshold of what is to be their new workshop, she noticed the beam of light appear in the sky, inviting anyone for a dialogue or even a battle.

With regards to people chosen to participate as Masters however, dialogues seem rather difficult. The meeting with Alexandria and Lenka had her confirming her participation. "Sure. I'll fight if needed. I'll worry about everything else later. Besides--" She glanced at her Servant. "I'll catch up with you later. It'll be easier to hide my presence that way.[/crimson]

Rider had been giving misgivings about this 'Overseer' character for a while now. "I suppose we can split up and hit two birds with one stone but--with the risks involved in this game, I'd rather not head out there without her along." Cassandra turns to Rider. "Very well. Try to finish up early then. We'll rendezvous downtown."

Iskandar

 

[BearBearBear]

"Civilized?" Alexandria looked at the wine and the cheese, meticulously paired she noted, before allowing a graceful smile that seemed a tad too sharp. The child was being petulant, though whether he knew it or not remained to be seen. Still, there had to be an answer to this type of behavior. It was as if the entire world turned a few degrees colder when she beamed and yet there was no hint of mana in the air. "Alright, we'll to it your way. If you wish for my help then I see no reason not to lend it to... an associate of a friend."

He was primed and ready for a confrontation, Alexandria could feel it more than she could see it, and that suited her just fine. Those of the aristocracy could rarely stomach and insult, and since it didn't seem that she was convinced she was who she said she was, he should have been all to ready to strike her down. It was nice to see that he was being professional about it, he had a job to do and if would see that killing, or trying to kill, her wasn't a part of it just yet. Gaining information always came first, she understood that very well, but if he seemed to be gaining it in the name of business, she often learned things for the fun of it.

Reality was often stranger than fiction, doubly so in the Moonlit World.

"Though first, introductions: I am Alexandria Bartholomew Rehema, recently the twenty-seventh head of the House of Rehema, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Alexandria, as was proper, offered her name first though the unspoken demand for the other mage to the named remained. He'd pick up on it, and if he didn't well, that would tell her everything she needed to know about his standing. "What circumstances force someone like you to take this into your own hands? Were you not informed that others were charged with that duty?"

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Azure Sky (Addressed)

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Jun was currently on top of a building with Saber next to him. He told her that they were going to go hunt for Masters. They were going to find the Master of Archer, Assassin and Caster. Each of these people posed a serious threat to Team Saber. Calling one of his contacts, Jun asked if one of the tower mages or one of their associates had become a Master. Sure that loser Jaune had said this was a balanced war, with some implications that the Clocktower wasn't involved. Just as he did that, another mage attacked him. This time, he had Saber, he told Saber to kill everyone who came after him. So he sat down and began calling contact after contact. He didn't get much information, a few warnings that the Clocktower was going to hunt him down. Then his friend Lorenzo talking about this THICC girl sitting near him in his favorite restaurant. Jun wasn't ready to deal with Lorenzo being Lorenzo today. Lorenzo Tortellini was a longtime friend of Jun. He was the one who acted as Jun's eyes and ears when he couldn't do a job alone. Jun decided to go see Lorenzo in person, he needed some food too. He asked Saber to stay in spirit form while he headed over. Tempus seemed rather pricey for Lorenzo, however as long as he was paying, Jun was okay. Making his way inside, the staff showed him to Lorenzo's table. The nerdy weirdo Jun had come to call friend waved out to him, Jun slipped the staff a few bribes to keep people away from him. Then he sat down across from Lorenzo. Jun told Saber to keep watch while he spoke with Lorenzo. The menu here was kind of high class. Jun was more of a Dodeki Ramen kind of guy. However Lorenzo had been wanting to enjoy this place for a while. Jun told Lorenzo about his explosives. Lorenzo told Jun that blowing up points where mages would go would just kill a bunch of innocent mages. Lorenzo got the same answer "I'll drown myself in blood if it gets me what I want". Lorenzo couldn't help but laugh at how EDGY Jun was trying to be. The two friends ate and swapped information.

Xel

 

[Iskandar]

Rider​

Rider leaned back in the seat of her motorcycle, pondering the suggestion her master had given her. Rider was not very fond of leaving her master alone, in fact she hated the idea of it. After a few moments of arguing with herself, Rider agreed with Cassandra, "Very well, Master. I shall meet you downtown. I will advise you of any threats I come across! Do not worry, my Prothymos! We shall get down to the bottom of this entire... mess."

Rider grinned as a pair of old aviators appeared on her face, and revved the vehicle loudly, driving away quickly from Cassandra and their base of operations. Rider drove her motorcycle towards the area of the flash at dangerously fast speeds, zooming past any cars that got in her way. She would once again rev the engine, this time it not sound like an engine. It sounded like a horse neighing rather loudly. It threw the servant off for a moment, causing her to move the bike from side to side, almost burning and crashing, "Don't do that again! I thought you would be making cool engine sounds! Not normal horse sounds!" The motorcycle neighed once more and increased it's own speed before slowly lifting itself up to do a wheelie, catching the flustered Rider off guard, "Don't you dare!" The motorcycle continued to get more vertical before Rider finally shouted, "Okay! I apologize! Now stop! I'd rather not crash and burn right now!" The motorcycle let out a triumphant neigh as it returned to a horizontal base.

"Geez... Why do you have to be so stubborn." Rider sighed heavily before smiling, "I suppose it is what draws us together! Now onward my trusty steed!" She pointed toward the nearing area of the flash, the motorcycle neighing loudly as they quickly reached their destination.

Rider hopped off of her motorcycle and looked around the area. It seemed like one of the more... upscale areas of London. The buildings looked older and much nicer, as well as taller than some, but not as tall as many of the modern buildings like The Shard. Rider observed the area, taking it all in and making a mental map. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, and whoever set off that flair was either long gone, or close by. If Rider had to guess, she would assume that the person with a proposal was already meeting one of the others from this "war".

"Hm. A higher vantage would be best." Rider muttered to herself before looking at the building next to where she parked. With quickness and precision, Rider made herself up to the top of one of the buildings diagonal to the Principal London, Master, I have arrived, Rider communicated, Looks like nothing is out of the ordinary but something doesn't feel right... I recommend you stay away from here for a while before I can completely confirm it is safe. I am sure you gathered this is most likely a trap to gather some servants and watch them fight. Anway... your orders, My prothymos.

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[Xel]

SaberNear Principal London​

She stood vigilantly atop the warehouse as Jun rummaged below for his equipment. Soon enough he finished, making his way up to the to stand beside her. Being told they were going to hunt down enemy Masters lifted her spirits. There was too much idling going on for them and to win a war one must always be proactive lest the opportunity slip through their fingers. Of course, being told they'd be specifically targeting certain Masters likely meant even more idling for her. Other than the appearance of Assassin's Master they had nothing to go on. In that moment a flurry of magical bolts came careening down upon Jun. With grace and swiftness she spun around, maneuvering herself between the attacks and her Master causing them to fizzle into nothingness upon impact. Against such low-level magic she didn't even need to draw her weapon, her innate resistance to magic was more than sufficient.

However, for this next part she did need to draw her weapon as she kicked off from the roof, barrelling towards the source of the attack with immense speed. Her sword materialized in her grasp just in time to impact the mage that thought themselves hidden. Saber came to a sliding halt several feet behind the mage, turning on her heel to face the cloaked figure as she pointed her sword directly at them. It was then that the mage finally fell to their knees, their teeth clenched tight in pain as their stubborn efforts finally fell victim to Saber's blow. Her sword followed suit, always pointing at the figure. "You are the second one tonight, and if this is to continue it will prove quite cumbersome. The assassin sent before you is dead. If you do not wish to meet the same fate then you will return to your Master's with a message." To make her point she took a step forward, driving the tip of her blade into the figure's shoulder. "Let them know that Jun is beyond their reach, and should they continue to waste my time with these attacks I will personally come for them. Surely you know what I am by now, and so will they." She gave the figure a rough kick, sending them tumbling down the roof towards the ledge. "Now begone from my sight, for the next time I see you is the moment your life meets it's end."

Her sword dematerialized as she began walking back towards her Master. Upon reaching her Master she was informed of their new course of action. She barely contained her displeasure. Yet more guard duty, likely against enemies unrelated to the war. There was merit in doing things Jun's way, she had no issue with that. But you don't send an army to conduct reconnaissance. Even so she held her tongue, her form once more dissipating as she followed after him in spirit form. It was an uneventful trip, as was becoming common place, and once there she was yet again instructed to perform guard duty. Her form rematerialized atop the restaurants roof, her gaze yet again being directed in the direction of the light from before. Jun had wasted her talents long enough, it was time for her to do a little reconnaissance of her own. To that she looked up at the sky, speaking quietly. "You are more than enough for this task but should something happen, alert me."

Saber leapt from the roof, moving to the adjacent building as she made her way towards the source of the voice and lightshow from before. A Master has their methods for locating their foes and a servant has theirs. She deftly made her way from rooftop to rooftop, crossing the city at a speed impossible by any normal human. She came to a stop upon a building no more than a block and a half away from the target destination. There was something that caught her eye, something out of place in this cityscape. A small grin tugged at her lips as she resumed her trek, a few more leaps bringing her to land upon the roof of a building adjacent to the Principal London. Standing on the opposite end of the roof was a brown beauty, her appearance reminding her of the Egyptians from their past. "It would seem I was not the only one intrigued by the message. You do not strike me as a Master, so if I may be so forward might I ask you what servant you are?" How closely guarded a servant kept their class was a good indicator of their overall personality. The bold, the arrogant, the strong, those types often put little stock in secrecy as there was no harm in revealing themselves in their mind. She was interested in seeing what her sunkissed friend was like.

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[Lucem]

"Ev-er-y-thing." Eli stressed each syllable as he repeated himself for the man in front of him after being asked to name his price. He made sure to speak slowly so Caster would actually pay attention this time. He couldn't give the requested amount in exact numbers because there was no limit in mind. Eli wanted possession of every last scrap of currency that the mage accumulated over the course of the Holy Grail War. He had no idea what the limits of his Servant's ability was, so placing a cap on his demands would've been a big mistake. Besides, it made it easier to answer the man's follow-up question. If he answered honestly, he'd end up with nothing. "I ain't worth shit." The words slipped out underneath his breath, unconsciously muttering what was on his mind as he looked to his side.

Soon after giving an answer, Eli's head would quickly snap back to face Caster as he began to state his own opinions. He could feel the vein in his forehead getting ready to burst with anger. "Yeah, well, let's see how tough they are without those fancy magic tricks." There was no honor in doing shit like that. The only way to settle things was man-to-man in a straightforward brawl. Using spells and other stuff sounded like something only weak people did when they weren't strong enough on their own. Eli had similar opinions about the weapon Caster placed in front of him.

Eli stared at the gun as Caster began to scribble away, making no effort to hide how the sight of it displeased him. While it wasn't magic, the weapon had a similar use. When somebody wasn't enough on their own, they resorted to things like this. People that used guns were just cowards. They weren't looking for a fair fight at all. It was just something used to kill people. A murder weapon and nothing else. He didn't like it, beginning to remember the times when idiot hoodlums thought it would be a good idea to pull one on him.

Eli waved off the first of Caster's conditions as nothing to worry about. He only had to accept what he was given, but John said nothing about having to actually use them. The second, however, made Eli tilt his head in confusion. "Martial arts?" The first thing that came to mind were guys in those kung fu outfits that yelled whenever they hit something. He said nothing about the requirement to learn magic. Whether it was intentional or not, the young man simply ignored it, listening to the end of Caster's demands. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." The magician was just wasting his breath by making the third condition. "I don't need you to tell me that." Even if the way he acted may have caused his partner for the war to think otherwise, Eli was taking things seriously now. Well, in his own way, at least. There was something he couldn't afford to lose.

It seemed as if they had reached the end of their negotiations, as Caster quickly made his way to the door, making sure to taunt the tenant before stepping into the night. "Hey, wait up, dammit!" Quickly getting up, Eli caused the table to shake a bit as he motioned toward the entrance. "That's right! I'm in charge, so I'm coming too! Besides, you might do something weird again if I'm not watching!"

After calling out to the annoying wizard, Eli made a dash for his bedroom. "Just give me a sec!" Clearly in a rush, he slammed the door behind him as he entered. However, it was quickly opened again when he remembered something important. "And I ain't afraid of the dead!" With that, he shut the door once more.

"What the hell is this?" Even though the door was shut, Caster could probably hear the surprised shout of Eli through the apartment walls after he looked at what was in front of him. Not only had his living room been rearranged, but his bedroom had also gotten a few new additions. The most noticeable change was that there was now a bed frame to go along with his mattress. While it managed to earn quite the reaction, Eli quickly composed himself. He could worry about that later. Right now, he had something important to do.

Entering the bathroom, Eli was tempted to breathe a sigh of relief as it appeared to be untouched, for the most part. Opening the medicine cabinet above the sink that also served as a mirror, Eli withdrew a small black bottle, lacking labels of any sort. Shutting the cabinet door, he took a deep breath as he gazed at his reflection.

The tips of his fingers slowly reached out to touch the surface of his eyes, carefully attempting to remove the lenses that covered them. The ordinarily rough young man handled the mystic eye killers gingerly as he set them on the edge of the sink, knowing how valuable they were. His eyes had instinctively shut, but he hesitantly opened them once again, revealing a brilliant shade of gold. While the corrective lenses normally dulled the color of his irises, they were now free, glowing like the sun itself. As soon as vision returned, he found pieces of glass instantly beginning to fade away, as if his eyes were seeking to devour everything he saw after being starved for so long. However, the destruction quickly stopped as he raised a hand directly in front of his face. No matter what, they would never hurt him. He was the only thing in this world safe from them.

Twisting the cap off the black bottle, Eli removed the eyedropper, cursing Caster for distracting him for so long. It was already past midnight. If he had waited any longer, things could've gone bad very quickly. While the lenses were enough to control the destructive nature of his eyes for most of the day, even they had a limit. If left alone, he feared that they would vanish from existence like everything else. For that reason, he needed this medicine. Whoever sent him that gift years ago must have had enough foresight to know things would end up like this.

Eli held his breath as he raised the dropper above his eye, trying his best to only use a tiny amount. It was as if he was trying to stop the beating of his heart as he moved to the other eye. Even as something as simple as this was a potentially life threatening situation. Not for him, but for those that were unfortunate enough to occupy the same space as him.

After everything was done, Eli released a deep breath, looking exhausted as sweat dropped from his forehead. Carefully putting the bottle back in its place, he watched as the blinding light in his eyes began to dim. Putting on the lenses once again, he quickly wiped the seat from his skin before heading for the entrance. By time he reached it, he managed to regain his composure. He didn't need Caster giving him any shit.

When he finally stepped outside, Eli took notice of the bright light in the sky, accompanied by the proposition made by a disembodied voice. Although, he didn't seem to notice anything suspicious about the spectacle. "Fireworks?" Hopefully, they would stop by the time he got back home. He didn't need a bunch of loud noises going off while he was trying to sleep. "Whatever. Hurry up. The tombs are in Southwark." Would that Overseer guy even be there this late at night?

QuirkyAngel

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Johnny (Caster)
​

Jonny had waited for his Master of course. It would be a breach of the deal they just made not to. Not to mention, there were still things to be discussed. Free, gloved hand on his hip, the Servant raised an eyebrow in inquiry when Eli finally emerged from his apartment. “Did you forget something?”

The question was asked idly, if not a bit amusedly, as if he didn't care one way or another how Eli answered. He was curious. But he wouldn't force the subject. Green eyes studied the dark-skinned young man who’d look a little worse for wear. Eli’s tendency to be vocal was heard clearly through the apartment walls, despite the time of day.

Night.

The time when most humans slept and Servants attacked.

Johnny had no idea if the Overseer was still where the letter had indicated him to be, but there was only one way to find. No. That wasn’t quite right. There were multiple ways to find out, given that he was Caster. However, he had already made enough scripts for the day. Drawing any more mana might negatively affect his anchor to the world and, as difficult as Eli could be, Johnny didn’t want that. It was better to let the human rest and recuperate before making more.

Or build his own reserves.

When they arrived at the station, it was Johnny that paid the fare that would take them to Southwark. Perhaps he should just purchase or rent a car. It would certainly be faster and more convenient, since his Master didn’t live in Central London. Even faster would be if he took his Spiritual form and just flew there. However, Johnny wasn’t really in a rush to get to the Overseer or anything. It was just one of the tasks that would have to be done sooner or later—and he would’ve preferred to get it over with sooner rather than later. Time was money, and he wasn’t the type to procrastinate.

“I’ll have to admit, your honest assessment of your own worth surprised me,” Johnny said conversationally to the Master beside him. “It also tells me that you have little to no skill when it comes to judging value. No matter. Only God is perfect. Leave the matters of your finance in my hands, Eli, and I can guarantee that money will be flowing into your coffers. Though, whether you want the money transferred to your account or kept it in mine for you to access, is up to you. I’d advise the later since it’s safer. Possession of a large amount of money is both a blessing and a curse, after all.”

Playing with his tie, the long haired man continued.

“When we get to the London Tombs, I’ll leave you to do most of the talking with the Overseer since you’re the one in charge.” The less that knew him as a Servant the better. Besides, there were many things that could be learned simply from observing. “Like you, he or she will be a mage of this current era in possession of command seals. However, unlike you, he or she should be somewhat decent in magecraft to be chosen…” Johnny had noticed how Eli seemed to dislike magic, which was an unusual response for someone who had never seen the supernatural before. Most humans would be in awe when seeing such feats for the first time. Yet Eli talked about the ‘weird stuff’ he did as something to be cautious of. The Holy Church had disliked magic too. It was kind of funny, really, since the one they worship is the greatest mage the world has ever known. One who cured the blind and overturned seas with the wave of a hand.“…and serves as an impartial observer in the war to ensure that the rules are upheld. It would behoove you to act politely…” Perhaps he should stop trying to ask for the impossible. “…or at least, non-aggressively. Whichever the case, the only thing we need from him are the clarification of the war rules: what can be done, what can’t be done, and the specifics of the unprecedented Master’s Market. ”

Everything else would be answered in its own time.

Glancing out into the night, Johnny observed the city that seemed to shine with lights even in the darkness. “Anyway, for a commoner’s dish, the food you cooked for us at the apartment wasn’t half bad. What were the ingredients? What did you season the meat with to get such flavors? How did you prepare it?”

The rest of the way to London Bridge would be spent with Johnny trying to obtain the chicken tikka recipe that nagged at his curiosity and enticed his taste buds.

Should've added the recipe as a condition of our deal.

Some time past midnight

Looking over the various signs and posters hanging near the ticketbox, Johnny rolled his eyes as the way the dead and corrupted were portrayed. Even though God was a much grander, and more glorious figure, humans always seemed to take an interest in sacrilegious monsters. Vampires. Zombies. Ghosts. It was disgusting. To think people would spend money to see such an attraction.

"The Overseer might be inside."

Making his way to the entrance of the tomb, Johnny ignored the gas leak sign indicating that the site was closed. He doubted the Overseer would take up residence down in the tombs if there was an actual gas leak. Was the Overseer a necromancer? Pulling out his gun, with the various holy scripts attached, Johnny's expression became determined.

"Even if he isn’t , there’s something I want to check out."

Lucem
The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Iskandar]

Rider
​

"Ah. I see another fool was baited by such a message. Glad to see such behavior exists even in this age." Rider said aloud with a small, almost unnoticeable smug grin as Saber joined her, but did not so much as glance at the other servant. Rider continued to stare at the building she was previously observing, almost forgetting about the other person on the roof with her. Finally, Rider slowly looked over in the other servant's vicinity, and looked her up and down before letting out a small sigh, "I suppose you wish to fight. You seem like the brash kind of warrior wishing to go in headstrong. Fair enough, I suppose." Rider said taking off her sunglasses while turning towards Saber. It was obvious Rider didn't care about Saber asking what servant she was, completely ignoring the question.

Rider held out her right hand, fingers extended in all directions as a bow materialized in her palm. Rider's ornate armor too was materializing around the servant as her modern clothes soon disappeared. A quiver hung from the waist of Rider, filled to the brim with finely crafted arrows. On the other side of Rider's waist hung a sword, a Scimitar to be exact. The woman gripped the bow and looked at Saber, "I'll give you three guesses to see if you can identify my class. If you win... Well congratulations. If you fail. Well..." Rider stopped and thought for a moment, tapping her chin, "Guess I can give ya candy for at least trying." The servant paused and grinned, "Or if you would prefer a quick death for your failure, we can do that. Either or works for me. Or we could have a lovely duel here to test each other before having tea and crumpets. That is something popular in this nation, no?" Rider shrugged at Saber and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the fight that was about to begin before muttering, "Always wanted to try Tea and Crumpets. Maybe I'll have prothymos get some tomorrow."

Master, I have encountered a servant. I do not see their master, but I advise not coming around here. This servant seems strong, and well... Let us just say this part of London might not be here tomorrow if we go all out, Rider advised her master on the situation before calling out to Saber, "Also, please do keep civilian causalities to a minimum. Would rather not have the sewers and streets run red with blood. Not my style." Rider stayed still, waiting for her opponent to make the first move, one hand gripping her bow, the other in her quiver, ready to fire at her soon to be enemy once they made a move.

SCSaya06 Xel

 

[Xel]

SaberNear Principal London​

"When one goes out of their way to seek an audience it would be in poor taste to simply ignore them." The jab was not lost on her, nor was the self-deprecating nature of the jab. If they were to be foolish moths drawn to the flame then at least they could take solace in the knowledge that they were not alone in this foolishness. However, her enemy paid her little attention. The woman's gaze returning to an adjacent structure. Her own gaze followed suit, looking over the building that had captivated the brown-skinned woman. From every indication she could only see it as yet another building that made up the cityscape. But there were relatively few reasons why a servant would be interested in a particular piece of architecture, and almost all of them warranted further investigation. Alas, such things would have to wait as her foe decided to finally pay her some heed.

The observation of her character caused a slight frown to tug at her lips. "Brash? Headstrong? I do not feel these accurately portray me. One does not need be brash to seek out their enemy in times of war. And I would like to think any servant summoned fully understands that this is most certainly a war." She stood by passively as her opponent materialized their equipment. A bow, armor, and a sword. Hardly enough to make a guess at any sort of useful information. After all, the grail wasn't exactly the most reliable source in visual continuity. She looked down at her hands, the tiniest of smirks appearing upon her lips at the thought. Even the most informed servants would fail to guess clues about her, so it would be arrogant to assume she could figure them out.

She looked up from her hands at the woman before her, the little game being suggested as she held her hand out as her own sword materialized within her grasp. "If you will permit I will use my chances after we've gotten to know one another better. Merely possessing a bow does not make you an Archer. Nor does possessing a sword make you Saber." Saber pointed her sword directly at the woman before continuing. "As for enjoying the local cuisine, I must decline. As I said, this is war and I have no need to make friends with a woman who is soon to meet her end." She pulled her sword back, falling more into a combat stance as her body tensed up ready to unleash an explosive burst of speed.

However, her foe's finishing remark caused her to loosen up and stand straight, lowering her sword slightly. "You wish to spare the locals yet you initiate a fight atop a building housing them. Did you think yourself so weak that you would not bring them harm? Did you think I so weak?" She flipped her sword in her hand, stabbing it into the ground before her and gently rested her hands upon it's pommel. "Casualties are a result of war. They are to be expected. And I will not hold back my power just to keep them safe. If you wish to keep them safe from our conflict then perhaps we should change venues? I leave the decision up to you, my mysterious servant." She stood there like a statue after making her statement. Whether her opponent wished to fight right then and there, or seek out a more open battlefield, either choice was fine by her.

Interactions: Iskandar

 

[Iskandar]

Rider​

Rider merely heaved a sigh at her fellow Heroic Spirit, "Another warmonger I see... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I, too, in my youth was very much the same." Rider's shoulder's slumped somewhat,"Conquering my rivals. Waging war where ever I went. The fall of..." Rider stopped herself from revealing something about the people she conquered, "It matters little of my past. All about the here and now. Romanticizing the past often leads to one's downfall."

"Ah. So the local cuisine is a no go? Sad times." Rider shrugged, not really perturbed by Saber turning down her offer of having tea and crumpets, even if Rider really wanted some, "Making friends... Rivals. Those destined to fight you till the ends times. The ones that fight with all their might to defeat you. To show you respect as they fall, giving you the time of your life. One filled with conquest, drama, and tension! Those are the best parts of war. " Rider nodded to herself before looking at Saber with cold eyes, "You merely fight to win. That definition of war is boring. So dreadfully boring. Rigid, even." Rider pulled out an arrow from her quiver and pointed it at Saber, watching as her opponent got into a more combat oriented stance.

Rider heaved a sigh once more at Saber, lowering the arrow, "I merely said I wish to minimize civilian causalities." Rider said, pulling the string of her bow back slightly then moving it back forward, "Even if these people are not my own, not my glorious subjects, it is the duty of a King to protect the innocent, regardless of what nation they hail from. Regardless of who they are or what they stand for. I will care for them all. Protect them all. Guide them and be fair to them. I will remain steadfast in my beliefs. A King has unwavering determination after all! If I didn't, I wouldn't be fit to rule." Rider watched as her opponent loosened up and lowered her sword slightly, "But as you say, causalities are a result of war and I cannot deny such a fact, but that does not mean I will agree with it. That is the human way after all." Rider looked around at the other buildings, trying to guess how many people were in the surrounding area. London was a densely packed city, so the amount was most likely high, "A change in venue would be for the best..." Rider thumbed the grip of her bow before offering a small smirk, "No, this should be plenty fine. Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because. I shall withstand this test." Rider quickly lifted up her bow and pulled an arrow back with the string before releasing it. The arrow cut through the air, making a whizzing sound before landing in front of Saber's sword.

"Rejoice, opponent of mine, for I will do battle with you! I do hope you prove yourself worthy in this battle." Rider grinned as she pulled another arrow back and took a deep breath, "Now... Please try and keep up, and do not fail my expectations of having a wondrous battle! It has been far too long since I've been put to my limits."

Xel

 

[Azure Sky]

Dorian Barthomeloi​

Seeing that it was midnight and there where only two other people in Tempus apart from himself and Alexandria, Dorian never expected tem to be magi. How did he know? Because the fellow with the Italian accent was so damn loud. Anarchic magi, from what he gathered. Dorian would have had to remember their faces. He was going to deal with them after his mission was over. He currently had a way bigger ordeal: Alexandria Bartholomew Rehema. He was initially pondering if he should speak in codified language, but why take such precautions against most likely average magi?

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Alexandria. My name is Dorian. You can think of me as a useful attack dog that is usually caged when unneeded." of course he heard of the Head of the Rehema. While not knowing the details, he knew she was a prodigy, and that she had ties with Atlas. That, from his point of view, at least explained one thing.

"I am unaware why the Queen did not bother to inform me of your presence in this war, but if I were to guess, she probably does not entirely trust Atlas. Hidden agendas are not unheard of whether it is Atlas, the Church, or the Clock Tower." he added, as calm as usual, before tasting some wine. Unlike Lorenzo, he did not speak loudly at all. He was obviously unaware of Alexandria's circumstances though.

"As for the circumstances...are they not obvious? Someone killed the original Masters of this war, stole their materials, and made a joke out of the Holy War. I am here to find out who, and why." no need to lie at this point.

BearBearBear Misuteeku Xel Gaius Danius Griinia

 

[Xel]

SaberNear Principal London​

Her opponent gave yet more lectures as their banter continued. Romanticizing, rivalries, fun. The two of them clearly have far different outlooks on war and the purpose it served. "Warfare is not some game to be played out for your amusement. It is not some play that you partake in. War, by it's very nature, is a tool used to achieve the aims of men. It causes immeasurable suffering to those embroiled within it. To take one of man's most powerful creations and treat it so lightly..." She trailed off, her tone betraying her displeasure in the other woman's views. War was a means of taking that which you sought, a means of attaining glory, respect, and power. Whether it was boring or not was irrelevant, this was not a game. They were all fighting for a wish they wanted to see fulfilled, or at least they should be. It really spoke volumes as to the weight of her foe's wish for the woman to care more about fun than attaining victory and having her wish granted.

But Saber was far removed from that. She was there for one purpose, and one purpose only. If she could not reach out and make her wish a reality then everything she does in this war is meaningless. Any rivalry, any tension, any drama, it's all meaningless without victory. And her wish was not so small that she would give it up for some momentary joy. Her opponent's revelation that they had been a King in life caused her to shake her head. To sit there and proclaim it your kingly duty to safeguard the innocent while believing warfare to hold elements of theater. "You can hardly pretend to care for the wellbeing of those beneath you when you take enjoyment in waging the very wars that tear their lives apart and end their lives."

It became quickly apparent that the woman would not take up her offer to move the battlefield as an arrow was once again aimed directly at her. The arrow was loosed, it's speed far greater than any bowman she had seen in life. Even so, she moved with matching speed as she pulled her sword from the ground and deflected the projectile with one fluid swing. Saber brought the sword to her side, staring at her foe with eyes hard as steel. "A King must protect, guide, and rule their people. They must remain steadfast, have an unwavering and unbreakable will." She repeated what the other woman had said. "Indeed a King's duty to their people is an important one. But as great as a King might be, no King stands above an Emperor!" Saber flung her arm out to her side, a large voluminous crimson cloak materialized within her grasp. With practiced proficiency she swung it over her shoulders, the breeze causing it to flutter elegantly behind the red-headed warrior.

Jun could feel a noticeably larger pull on his mana reserves as all of Saber's parameters ranked up. The woman that stood before her proclaimed herself a King with all the arrogance and hubris that came along with that title. She had felled many who held themselves in such a position, and this woman would be no different. "If you believe yourself a King worthy of their station then I shall have you prove it to me!" She brought her sword up and once again fell into a combat stance. With force and speed far greater than what she had displayed against Assassin in the tombs she kicked off the surface, the act nearly crumbling the roof beneath her feet. Within a mere moment she had closed the distance to where her opponent had been standing. She unleashed a flurry of blows. All of them precisely aimed to take whatever advantage was afforded to her. Every swing of her sword was as quick as lightning with the power the match. All them seemed to seek out even the most minor of blows. Whether it be a finishing mortal blow or a mere scratch, Saber gave a ruthless onslaught to her foe.


Interactions: Iskandar

Mentions: Gaius Danius Griinia

Spoiler: Parameters

Strength: A+
Endurance: A
Agility: A
Mana: D
Luck: A

 

[BearBearBear]

Alexandria was... well disappointed. As well as slightly confused. She had been called friend -not that uptight woman would admit it- of Lorelei once so there shouldn't have been a need for secrecy, especially when it was no secret that she was actively trying to escape Atlas. Though she, of course, considered that there were family matters to take care of, and since that family tended to have sticks so far up their assess, she wasn't exactly surprised. She pondered on the idea that they were trying to get the boy and everyone he was working with killed -one simply did not pit a group of magi against servants unless they were armed with their own or they were of her caliber- but that was foolishness.

The Barthomeloi loved their blood to much to shed it needlessly, branch family or not. And, as unlikely as it was, it was possible that he just didn't know.

"Hmm...." She swirled her wine before taking a delicate sip; bitter but pleasantly dry. "Of course, pardon me for asking something so foolish." Of course she was asking why rather than what but poor communication easily killed -see the Edelfelt/Tohsaka feud- she thought that she would make it clear just in case. "Though what do you plan to do if you confront parties, like myself, investigating in the name of another; maybe the Church or the Wandering Sea, assuming those cowards make it here?"

"Oh." She managed before she forgot. "Feel free to ask should there be information you want from me: quid pro quo. I'd feel quite bad if only I've been blatantly receiving information this night." Alexandria could fee Dorian's eyes. They were inquisitive, studying, assessing, planning, but this was a more peaceful environment and she did think that they could be of help to each other.

Azure Sky
Misuteeku

 

[Misuteeku]

Assassin had noticed the fight between Saber and Rider due to the mana that was emitting from the both of them. Why had they started to fight now? That perplexed Assassin. As long as they didn't get civilian, who didn't know the existence of magecraft, then it would be fine and dandy. It was also a perfect opportunity to try and locate their masters. Sure, the Presence Concealment skill she had was garbage, but that it had that covered with its speed. Though that course of action would leave Alexandria defenseless against other foes. Of course, it had faith in Alexandria battle prowess. The only problem was that what if an enemy servant caught her out?

Deciding to take the safer option, it decided to tell Alexandria. "Master, there seems to be a fight going on," It continued, "I advise we leave the area immediately, or else we might get caught in the crossfire." It was only a logical choice, Assassin had no idea what the two servants were capable of. For all she knew the enemy servants would be able to destroy half of the city with their noble phantasm. Of course, it would be killing civilians, so she doubted they would actually use the full extent of their noble phantasm. It was safer than to be sorry to leave.

BearBearBear Azure Sky

 

[Iskandar]

Rider
​

"If you continue to speak like that you'll get more wrinkles... I can already see one forming in the creases of your forehead." Rider laughed at her own joke towards Saber who was clearly disgruntled at Rider and her own definition of war. Rider knew everything Saber said was true, war was something more than just a game, but Rider couldn't give a damn about that. Her life was war, everywhere she went, war followed. Rider had gotten so used to it, so used to the death and havoc it caused everyone, including herself, she romanticized it. Tried to make it acceptable to herself as she did not believe her ambitions warranted the costs of waging war. Of ruining lives. Rider made herself believe that her going to war was for the betterment of her people and those she would conquer and even liberate, "A creation such as war should not control man as much as it does. The creator being enslaved by the creation. The irony. Humans, such fickle and intriguing beings, no?"

Rider watched as Saber deflected her arrow with ease and speed. She's fast, and strong. A deadly foe, Rider thought to herself with a small smile on her face. At the proclamation her opponent made, Rider's smile couldn't help but develop into a toothy grin, "Ohh?" She watched as Saber was enveloped by the crimson cloak. There was a certain beauty this cold woman held, her cloak fluttering in the breeze, "An Emperor, eh? Fear not, I have faced many Emperors and have slayed them all, so keep your bravado, girl."

Rider watched as the woman said one final thing before entering a combat stance, and Rider fell into a defensive stance, "I've no reason to prove myself to the likes of you, but by all means, please learn from our battle." Rider barely managed to eke out the last part of her sentence as Saber quickly arrived in front of her. Rider brought up her bow and blocked a variety of Saber's vicious blows, causing splinters of wood to fly around them. Rider dug her feet into the roofing of the building as she blocked as many blows as possible, quite a few managing to nick Rider, covering the servant in shallow cuts.

Rider jumped back from Saber and quickly fired off three shots towards the servant's legs before jumping back once more, furthering the distance between the two. Rider held up her bow towards the sky and muttered a few lines to herself before having her weapon struck with multiple bolts of lightening. With incredible speed that matched Saber's, Rider was now in front of Saber, and pulled the string of her bow back before releasing an arrow imbued with electricity at point blank range. Saber would most likely have noticed that any nicks and cuts she had previously inflicted on Rider were not gone and it was clear as day that Rider had grown stronger with whatever phrase she muttered.

Interaction: Xel

Spoiler: Parameters

Strength: A++
Endurance: A+
Mana: A-
Agility: A
Luck: C+

 

[Mion]

Sarah
Master of Lancer
​

Stepping off the bus with a confused expression she thought to herself, What is this? Did we really arrive at the right place? The whole thing might have been funny if this journey had not been such an emotional roller coaster for her. Despite only regaining consciousness a short while ago she was already mentally drained and as to almost subconsciously declare that to the world she let out a small but noticeable exasperated sigh. Oh well... At least I have something to tell the lord about.... As she pondered the worth of this excursion something hit her that somehow managed to slip by before. What if the lord actually got mad at her for this? Leaving home without his permission was not forbidden per say but it was just something that didn't happen. Would the lord welcome her apparently new found independence or was she going to be scolded for doing something silly on her own, after all he had always been very controlling and secretive about her even if it was for her own protection like he said. Her train her thought broke again as she noticed that Lancer was searching for something in her pocket, she was about to offer to help but then Lancer pulled out something that looked like a phone. She almost jolted back when Lancer began speaking into the phone. She caught on soon enough that it was the Overseer who was talking through the other end. Sarah silently stood by and listened to the conversation, taking in any pieces of information that she can. Sarah understood a little bit about the grail war but not much. The only things she could pull from were some stories that the lord had told her. The stories about the grail were perhaps her favourite ones. The power to make any wish that came into mind. She smiled quietly at the thought of it. The amount of good that someone could do with that is endless... However. She also knew that achieve the grail there were once good people who had lost themselves, who had become evil in the process of obtaining the grail. Even if it was for a selfless goal. At least that is how the lord described them. He made Sarah promise to never do something like that. I'd never hurt a human. She repeated what she had said to him at the time to herself once more.

Sarah must of looked like she was daydreaming, well that was probably true most of the time. She very easily got lost in her own thoughts, that wasn't such a bad thing though. Although it did startle her a little when she suddenly gets spoken to, something that she wasn't entirely used to in its own right. She rushed her response to Lancer who was still speaking to the Overseer, she thought Lancer seemed a little irritated at the man or the phone or maybe both but she couldn't quite tell. "Uhh actually I am not allowed a phone hehe. The only phone in my home is the lords." She thought Lancers question was a little silly as she thought it was obvious she didn't have a phone. Only the lord was allowed a phone after all but then again Lancer couldn't have known that unless she was told. Sarah went back to listening to Lancer speak to the overseer. Something about Saber and Archer fighting. Once Lancer was done she moved to give the phone over to Sarah. Obviously confused by the gesture she took it with clear apprehension and awkwardly placed it in her bag.

Lancer seemed like she was deep in thought for a moment and so Sarah waited patiently to give her some time to think before she interrupted her. Sarah knew how annoying it could be to have an unfinished idea interrupted. "So Connor. What is our plan of action." A childish grin spread across her face as she tried to speak in a serious tone. She was quite excited for this holy grail war and mostly viewed it as a bit of fun. But of course for it to be fun she would have to make sure Lancer was having fun as well.

simj26
(Sorry for taking far to long on this and yes this is lancelot.)

 

[Xel]

SaberNear Principal London​

She continued the onslaught, none of her blows doing anything more than giving her opponent small cuts. Her barrage ceased as the woman took advantage of an opening to gain some distance with a flurry of arrows sent her way. Saber maneuvered her sword gracefully through the air, cutting down the arrows as she had with the one previous. It would take a heftier barrage than that to land a blow on her. That said it still served it's function of allowing her opponent to gain distance and call down lightning to her bow. Before she could react the woman had finished her move and rushed to close the distance with a speed rivaling her own. She brought her sword up, moving it into a defensive position as her opponent drew back the bowstring of her weapon. The moment the arrow was loosed it impacted the broad side of her sword acting as her shield. Saber grit her teeth, loosening her footing while holding her sword in place as the force of the explosion sent her flying through the air.

She went soaring through the air, clearing numerous buildings before being able to align her trajectory to come crashing own on another roof. Her landing was nowhere near as graceful as it could have been as her form ragdolled for several feet before she was able to get her footing and ultimately sliding to a halt. She tried to get to her feet, only manage a few inches before collapsing to a knee while using her sword to stabilize her. Her breathing came in ragged breaths, sparks of electricity dancing across her form as the residual power flowed out into the new building she found herself on. The distanced gained from the blow gave her a few moments of respite to regain her composure. The quiet that had taken hold around her stuck out the most in her mind. Lulls in combat, no matter how brief, always had the most deafening silence. The quiet rustle of her cloak in the wind. The now-slowing breaths tinged with pain.

With one final deep breath she finally got to her feet. She looked back in the direction from which she came, the distance being quite vast. And yet, there was no sign of her opponent. As the seconds dragged on there continued to be no sign of any pursuit. She furrowed her brow and clicked her tongue before leaping from the roof back towards her original location. With her speed it didn't take long to return, landing gracefully upon the battle-scarred rooftop. But even with her speed it was not enough as there continued to be no sign of the woman. Saber let out a small huff before the cloak adorning her shoulders dissipated into the wind. There was always a possibility an enemy would not take the bait, and that just happened to be the case here. At the very least she could take solace in the damage she had inflicted. Every wound, no matter how minor, would stay with the woman for the remainder of the war. While it would probably be insignificant to a servant of her caliber, at least she'd have to contend with the annoyance of bleeding. It was probably petty and childish to take pride in such a meager accomplishment, she knew that. But even she was not immune to such things, not that she would ever admit it.

Even so, with the fight over she brought a hand up to scratch her head and looked over at the building that had interested her sparring partner earlier. Just looked like any other building to her. With a shrug she spun around to face the general direction she had left her Master in. "Master, I have discovered a second servant who I believe to be Archer. I will remain in the area to see if anyone else decides to pay a visit." She was sure Jun would be upset that she had abandoned her post. But even knowing that she offered no apology or excuse. If a commander misused their troops then one could hardly fault them for taking action upon themselves. Well, they could, but she was no simple soldier so she was an exception. Nevertheless she remained upon the rooftop waiting to see if anyone else would show up.


Interactions: Iskandar

Mentions: Gaius Danius Griinia

Spoiler: Parameters

Strength: A
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: D
Luck: B

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Three knocks. Outside the door of one "Melvin D. Rogers", a lone ███ waited to be greeted. This was a big risk on their behalf, they were aware, but they'd taken their fair share of precautions to ensure this went off without a hitch. The surrounding hotel rooms had been charmed into a good night's sleep for hours now, and they themselves were wreathed in an annoyingly tricky spell on behalf of the hired help. It would, if they could keep it up, deem all information regarding themselves as 'non-essential', or at least the important stuff; Anything that could be used to identify them stricken bare by the same process that had you forgetting your dreams every morning.

That, or the spell would slip in the middle of their conversation, and they'd have to be restructuring a hierarchy or two. That was a bridge they would cross when they came to it, however. Here and now, they needed another eye. Someone on the inside of this overstate ceremony of a war and after some brief deliberation, they had, unsurprisingly, determined that the businessman would be the best person to do business with.

With a dog, freak, pest, treasure, relic and thug as alternatives, there wasn't much of a choice to be made, really.

Though, they did feel kind of bad for the would-be God that'd be playing the role of sacrifice.

Not that it was their problem.

ChazGhost

 

[ChazGhost]

Melvin was in his hotel room studying over a few book about the grail wars. He was checking it over to see if the events of war this had happen before, and what he found it hand't or at least it wasn't documented. "How did they do this?... Either way it seems like they pulled off the heist of centenary with this war" Melvin said to himself closing one of the books before grabbing a cup of coffee next to him and took a sip. That was when he heard a knock on his door. Melvin looked at the door curiously. ...I don't recall calling for room service... and it unlikely that the members of this war could of found me yet... Melvin thought getting from his chair and began walking to the door. As he did so he signal archer to be prepared encase this was trouble knocking.

Melvin disabled the trap runes he had set up on his side of the door after he got back. Melvin took a peek though the peek to see only a signal person standing outside. Unsure whose this person was Melvin was careful as he opened the door only enough to talk. "Madam, why is it that your knocking on my door at this hour? I'm a busy man with many things to do" Melvin stated calmly with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
The One Eyed Bandit

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

"Not yet you aren't. Melvin D. Rogers, Former Master of one Skathi of the Jotunn, yes? Forgive me if I'm getting ahead of myself, but you've been selected for a promotion." From their pocket, they produced a jagged, rainbow-colored crystal. A medium for replacement, if all their preparations had all paid off. "I operate as one of the... Sponsors of this event, and am concerned with how things are beginning. I mean, it's been twelve hours and there hasn't even been any blood spilled yet. Isn't that embarrassing?"

They cleared their throat. It wasn't like they were some sort of blood-crazed lunatic, but they'd seen more bloodshed on a visit to their grandmother's than they had in this War.

"I'll be paying you by way of a, ah, trade-up in firepower, and you'll pay me by getting a little more active in this war, yeah? I mean it is a war. It's meant for hunting and battle, not watching and waiting. What do you say?" Actually, they didn't really care what he had to say. "Not that you have much of a choice in the matter."
ChazGhost

Meanwhile...​

A high-class Hotel. Midnight.

A television played the latest entree in the "Revengers" franchise, and a woman lounged comfortably across her sofa. Despite appearances, she was working quite busily. At her left was a laptop, its screen taken up by a video feed streamed directly from the London Tombs. The convenience of modern technology never ceased to be beautiful. Not only did this new job of hers pay well, but the bosses didn't even care if she was there or not. With nothing but a laptop and an open video call, she was able to do her job without even leaving her home.

Sure, it was expensive, but the bosses hardly seemed concerned about what exactly she or her co-worker decided to file as a 'business' expense.

She could even eat on the job, she was reminded, as she paused the movie to go and search the fridge for one of the expensive cheeses she'd splurged on earlier that day. Or at least, that was the plan until she saw a flicker of movement on the monitor. Exciting! Hopefully. Someone distinguished-looking was skulking around the entrance, and if they'd made it this far then they were definitely involved in the mess she was in charge of managing. Well, half in charge of managing. She only worked the night shift.

"Ah, hello hello?" From a number of illegally installed speakers, her voice echoed throughout both the Tomb and its surroundings. "Testing. Hi! How are you? Actually, don't answer that. The only microphone is inside. Check the Tomb, find the table, and then we can talk about this war, cool?" Assuming that was why the man was here. "Hear you in a mo'!" With that, her speech cut off, and the clink of the plate could be heard in her room. She was sure the guy wouldn't mind her snacking while they chatted.

Well, not that he could do anything about it if he did.
QuirkyAngel