Fandom Fate/Bad Joke

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Overseer 02

"Why you?" Mmm. Cute question, there. Really didn't befit the tough guy act he had going on, but she had a weakness for that sort of moe gap so there wouldn't be any complaining from her. The guy was cute, so to say, so she'd oblige him on his identity request too. As she began to speak, the static screen of the monitor came to life, displaying a live broadcast of the woman's hotel room. "Well, if I'm interpreting the bosses' mutterings correctly, then it's those pretty little things in your eye sockets that you're so intent on hiding. That, and there's supposedly a need for dragging some know-nothing into these things. Gives the crowd an underdog to cheer for."

"So, do be careful of the coming storm. Wouldn't want the underdog to get slaughtered by the actual dog. That'd be terrible for the ratings."

She was quite genuine in her well wishes, but she'd be going against company policy if she did anything to intervene in the battle that'd begun to unfold on her monitor. The most she could do was root for the success of her fellow humans. That wasn't a bias anyone could judge her for, she figured.

"Oh. And my number is in a text document on the desktop, if you make it out of this in one piece."

Lucem

 

[Azure Sky]

Dorian​

"Indeed." He almost finished his meal though. "I am more than curious about this Overseer." Dorian talked on his usual calm and collected tone. So, her objective was the materialization of the True Grail. That is why they did not tell him anything. His and her objectives where different. In any case, helping her was not going to interfere with his investigation. On the contrary, he'd be able to find out a lot more than if he were working alone. Could he do anything to make this alliance more worthwhile for her? If she were as strong as Dorian pressumed, then she did not need Dorian's help that much.

Oh, wait. There is that...

"Alexandria, I am unsure if this would help you or not," Dorian made his Magic Circuits visible "But would you desire to form a magical pact for prana sharing?" With 200 Magic Circuits of extremely high quality (A+, Blue Blood), Dorian's energy levels amounted to roughly 20000 units of prana. He was unsure of Alexandria's output. It could have been higher than his, and she could refused the offer, but at the very least it would show that his intentions for an alliance where genuine.

BearBearBear

Archer​

A deal huh? Fair enough.

"Very well then. I am convinced that if you knew the position of any of the other Grail War competitors you would have told me by now." As he said that Archer walked towards the door. "I shall stay atop the tallest building in this area. Once I see anything akin to a Servant, or the use of magecraft. I shall launch an attack." With that he disappeared from the room at lightning-fast speed. He expected Melvin'd do some recon on his own and announce him if he discovered anything through their mental link.

Not much time had passed since Archer reached the top of the tallest building in that specific area. He pondered if he should switch to his Spiritual Body, so that he'd be invisible to the naked eye, but since he couldn't fully experience normal senses in that state, he decided against it.

ChazGhost

 

[Lucem]

From the moment his eyes left the laptop, everything appeared as little more than a blur. Not long after Caster gave his warning, the annoying mage was assaulted by something otherworldly. Vicious and ravenous, the creature shredded the man's skin before being bound by empowered scripts. The altercation didn't last long, but it played out slowly for Eli, his eyes capturing every detail even if his mind was slow to catch up.

While the newfound enemy was concerning, the inexperienced Master found himself drawn to something else. His golden eyes lingered on Caster's wound, looking over the injured shoulder intently for a few moments. It wasn't as if he was overly concerned with the victim. In reality, it wasn't even Caster's injury that he was so fixated on. As soon as he saw it, an unwelcome memory returned to him in a flash, overlapping with reality and distracting him from the current situation. However, before the unsettling image could take hold of his mind, the voice of the overseer chased it away, removing the grainy vision of red skin and rubble.

Shaking his head to regain his composure, Eli watched as the overseer appeared on the screen. Contrary to what the loud chewing and earlier behavior led him to believe, the young woman appeared rather professional. Although, he wasn't very concerned with her looks at the moment, only interested in the answer to his earlier question.

On some level, he may have been expecting the response he was given. Once again, those eyes of his were to blame. While knowing that the curse he was born with was responsible for another unfortunate event in his was upsetting, Eli was more concerned with how these people knew about it. While that part was confusing, it didn't make him as ticked off as the other reason for his forced participation.

That was it? Aside from his eyes, he was just here to dance around like some monkey that others could cheer for? Just because he didn't know anything? Letting out a breath of air, Eli suppressed the twitch in his eye.

While that reasoning may have pissed him off, he didn't explode on the spot. He took a moment to get a good look at the overseer as she spoke. While the reveal wasn't to his liking, the woman didn't look like she wasn't lying. That meant that someone really did manage to find out about his eyes. While that left him with even more questions, they would have to wait. He and Caster were still under attack.

Standing up, the chair underneath Eli echoed as it clattered to the floor. With his chest puffed out, the young man looked closely into the camera, an almost-smile fueled by anger and confidence on his face. "Don't worry. I ain't dying tonight. I've still got stuff to do, starting with kicking that thing's ass. See what that does for your ratings." He couldn't afford to die. Not until Caster made good on his end of the deal.

Placing one hand on the laptop, Eli gave the overseer one last look. "I'm not letting you off the hook though. I've still got questions, so be ready for when I get out of this." For as much anger as he had toward this war and the people running it, not much of that rage was directed at the overseer. While part of it was due to his recent decision to participate and knowing that now wasn't the time to run wild, she at least had the decency to be honest with him. Having the number and being able to call was more convenient than having to take the train to Southwark whenever he had a question.

Slamming the laptop shut, Eli held it tightly under his arm as he redirected his attention to the enemy Servant. Looking between its writhing body and the healed Caster, he really had no clue what was going on. All he knew was that it was trying to kill him. He couldn't tell much just by looking at it. After all, that thing was just a big pile of slime. How was he even supposed to hit something like that?

Not much time had passed since the beast was restrained and it already seemed to be slipping out of Caster's scripts. While watching its body slip through the paper binds, Eli found his eyes drifting towards the pocket of his jacket. That's right! After rummaging around, he withdrew the map that had been gifted to him this morning. While that by itself was nothing of importance, Caster mentioned something about the words written on the back.

While he didn't have much faith in Caster or the god he worshipped, it was hard to deny that the scripts that the man wrote worked to some degree. So, even if he wasn't keen on using it, he would give it a shot, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. "Male....mah level...lance?" Unfortunately, he would first have to get through the hurdle of words he didn't understand.

With the slime creature now free, Eli did his best to overcome his challenges with pronunciation and recite the script written by Caster. "...art in Heaven." Before it was too late, the words managed to activate the magic put in place by his servant, erecting a golden barrier around his body. Shortly afterward, Eli watched as slime collided with the magical shield, finally able to get a close look at what they were fighting. "Is this thing really a servant!" It wasn't exactly easy on the eyes. But then again, neither was Caster.

Backing away as quickly as he could, Eli regrouped with the mage. As he came closer, he watched curiously as the barrier shrunk in size, accommodating its user by changing in shape. Now resembling armor more than a shield, the golden glow covered his body, offering protection from his foes. Even if Caster himself was annoying, his magic seemed to be pretty handy.

"I hope you have more than just paper." Even so, if the enemy could just slip out the scripts, it would take more than just a binding to stop it. It was hard to say if they could do that at all. He didn't know much about Caster's abilities and it didn't seem like he could punch his way out of this like usual. Although, even if he didn't understand much about Servants and magic, he could still reach a decision.

"That goopy thing doesn't have its Master or whatever yet, right? Then let's just try to take it out before they show up." It didn't take a genius to know that there was strength in numbers. Two definitely beat one. That meant that they'd probably have a better chance of winning now than later, since its Master would be around.

Sticking close to Caster, Eli tightened his grip around the gun he had taken earlier. He didn't like this situation. While being attacked was annoying, it was even more of a pain to have to stand so close to a guy he couldn't stand. He also hated having to rely on something like a gun. However, that thing was going after him. If he didn't stay near, Caster, that would make it harder for them to win. He'd just be making things harder for them. He couldn't hurt the slime monster normally either, so he couldn't be picky about using a weapon either. He wasn't just going to stand around doing nothing.

"So, how do I use this thing? Is there a password or something?" It didn't shoot bullets, right? It was all spells and stuff. Did he need to say some magic words before he could use it?

The One Eyed Bandit
QuirkyAngel
Misuteeku

 

[Xel]

SaberRooftop Near Principle London​

Saber stood atop the building. Her arms folded under her chest, her crimson garb fluttering in the wind as she stared out over the city. Jun could handle looking around, she already knew there wasn't anything to find there. Indeed she would be much better served searching the city herself, but Jun sought to keep her nearby. Time crawled by with no leads to go on. Only some vague report about movement at the catacombs. Given the overseer being there earlier and her little bout with Assassin there, that was as good a place as any to check. Saber spun on her heel to face Jun, about to voice her agreement when her Master received another call. Her brow furrowed at the man's explanation of the call. Associates were suppose to help, not prove to be further obstacles. She let out a sigh and a shake of her head. "I would much prefer to check the catacombs. But if you wish to make a detour for your men I will accompany you." With that her form once again dissipated into the wind as she entered spirit form. Anyone not involved in the war would lack the means to face her in combat, so this little side-story should be quickly wrapped up and they could continue their real mission.

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[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Jun then reconsidered his plan. If Saber went with him, she'd be wasted on this. Turning to her, Jun shook his head. "Actually no, we need you at the Catacombs. As a Heroic Spirit, your combat ability exceeds ours. Reinforcing our troops should be your main priority". Tapping his head, Jun told Saber that they'd be in touch. Sending her off, Jun kicked off into the air. The Vortigenus Family owned a building here somewhere. Landing atop a tall building, Jun scoured the area for any traces of mage life. Locating a scared looking mage having a smoke, Jun descended. Holding a knife to his throat, Jun escorted him into an alley. There he found out this man was delivering some odd bits and bobs to a Vortigenus Enforcer. Killing him, Jun folded him into a box and stuck him inside Baggy. Stepping into the shadows, Jun went to the location this man was going to. Well-disguised, he walked right in the front door and delivered the "Package".

"Where is that man! I must end him for the humiliation he caused me!" Seems Emilia was complaining to her maid about Jun. Smirking, Jun considered surprising her with a hug. Though he had a mission, so he'd wait until next time. Finding the room where his men were held. Jun knocked out the guards and killed the familiars. Untying his assassins, Jun silently shuffled them out the door. Hearing a scream behind him, it would appear they found the body of the real courier. Putting in a box was a bit morbid, though it had a purpose. Heading over to the Catacombs, Jun looked for his Saber...

Xel

 

[BearBearBear]

Alexandria was wiping her mouth when Dorian offered his assent and though there was very little she could glean from the expression of the Choir Boy she could at least see that he was pleased with the arrangement. He seemed to put much thought into his next words, but as he took the time to think, she returned to leisurely sipping her wine. There was no rush after all, and even if she seemed to have met some resistance, there was no sense of urgency coming from Assassin though their link.

Alexandria herself tried to school her features as any noble would, a polite smile here and there and words that were true, direct, and left no room for misunderstanding, but her inner thoughts were still churning with the possibilities now within her reach. As an Atlas Alchemist, she was expected to work alone, and any help she might have needed would be supplied by her own computers or compensated for through Memory Partition and Thought Acceleration. As a Huntress though, she was expected to go out accompanied by at least one partner, especially against enemies like the Twenty Seven.

Now that Alexandria had secured aid from someone as formidable as a Choir Boy, as strange as that might have sounded, she was a bit more confident in facing down the Masters and Servants in this mess of a War.

Though the boy's sudden offer threw her for a loop, so much so that her expression almost twitched.

Almost.

At first, Alexandria thought she misheard, that he was asking for a contract for his own benefit, but if her ears would lie to her, her eyes would not. There, seated across her, was a prospective branch head of the Barthomeloi in all his glory. The Blue Blooded Magic Circuits, as their name suggested, shined with a dim blue light but to someone who knew what they were capable of, they were beautiful. It was clear he was putting his own power on display, maybe to appease her if she was offended by such an offer or maybe to show her what he did have to offer, but there was no question that he actually implied that she needed his help.

Well, it wasn't his fault; he couldn't have known how much raw od she had on command.

"Thank you, I would have to decline, Dorian. I am more that capable of supplying Assassin by myself, but I appreciate the offer." Alexandria gently shook her head. A glance told her he was basically done as well, the wine went quickly and while simple, the meal was satisfying. Seeing as they were both just about ready to go, she summoned her own power and offered a delicate hand. "If you'll allow me, we'll be entering combat shortly."

As expected from a magus, a hunter of his caliber, he took her hand without a second thought.

It took a while for her to learn the incantation as well as the proper theory behind that piece of High Thaumaturgy but it was still there among the oldest texts in the Archive. It was a miracle that she had them in the first place, records of Magecraft that predated the true library itself but found within its halls. Her circuits, she would admit, were inferior to Dorian's in terms of true quantity but they were perfectly compatible with spells like these. With the Sealing Designation being lifted on Runes and Words, powers like these were free for her to call upon without consequence and as she came to meet Dorian, she would take him to the side of her Assassin.

Assassin, let me home in on your position. We'll be going there now.

The thought was scarcely completed before she channeled a mere drop her power to call upon the Word. Mana was taken from her directly, her circuits only required to invoke the word rather use the actual spell, and in the instant everything was prepared...

"Tροψα"

Alexandria spoke.

And the world answered.

Space was torn around them once again, and from the confines of Alcatraz's probable haven, she found herself in the middle of a battlefield. A scan told her all she needed to know, there was a man with what looked to be a piece of technology and a mystic code the servant to his side provided. The man seemed tense, confused but whatever code he held and the servant seemed... angry at his master? In any case, it was quite obvious that it was Caster Alexandria was dealing with, and that meant that she would have to deal with the enemy sooner rather than later.

Then again there was more than one way to deal with an enemy.

"Good evening, gentlemen," With the grace and poise befitting nobility, she called upon her bounded field, ready for any attack on her or Dorian's person, as she stood and addressed the possible foes. "Do any of you know where to find the observer?"

Misuteeku Azure Sky QuirkyAngel Lucem The One Eyed Bandit

 

[QuirkyAngel]

“Fascinating.”

That was all Caster said as he watched the creature slip out of his binding script. Ooze out was probably the more accurate way of putting it. Eli had already started bumbling through the defensive scripture he’d been given so Caster wasn’t worried. Fortunately the young man’s memory wasn’t so inept that he’d forgotten what Caster had told him on the morning of his day off.

The tome he’d vanished a few seconds ago reappeared, floating by his side, as the many eyes of the bestial Servant scanned his script. There were signs of intelligence as the beast analyzed his writing, which made him doubt it was Berserker he was up against. Not to say that berserkers were unintelligent. It was just that Berserkers didn’t often prioritize information gathering. Caster’s assumption was further backed when Assassin confirmed his class and proceeded to go after Eli.

“That was my mistake,” Caster replied to Eli as the boy retreated towards him. “I didn’t expect the Servant to be immune to physical restraints.”

He observed defensive magic of the Holy Scripture as it hugged the boy’s body, bathing it in a golden light. Caster nodded, pleased. As expected of the Scripture he created. It would protect the boy until in broke. Or got deactivated.

Not magic though. And Caster still had many more tricks up his sleeves. It was better to know now, rather than later, physical attacks wouldn’t be as effective against Assassin’s gelatinous body. Purely magical restraints weren’t outside of his knowledge range either…and just because one Script didn’t work, didn’t mean he couldn’t design one that would…so long as he had a clearer picture of what he was up against.

Caster sighed. Still. If Assassin could’ve easily slip out of his Holy Scripture there was no needed to rip it to shreds. Seriously. Why did Servants always feel the need to break his Scripts? As a the one who wrote them, it always pained him to see his creations broken. Not physically of course. It was a pain known only to those that bothered to create.

“The power of my Scriptures is in the words,” Taking the hand that gripped the gun, Caster raised the barrel straight ahead, as guiding the shooter’s aim. Given Eli’s bullheaded nature, a gun wasn’t a weapon he would’ve blessed for the boy. He didn’t even seem to like them that much. But, given that they were in battle, there wasn’t much time to ask the kid for his preference. “The gun is a Scripture. The strips hanging off the handles are accompanying Scriptures that alter its…bullets…so to say. Read them to activate their power. Let me give you an example.” Caster then recited the words he’d memorized. He’d been the one to write them after all. “Dear God, baptize the world in your fire. Burn away the taint on this land. Let the holy flames consume, so that all on earth may know your passion— The blaze of your unending spirit that drenches the world in crimson. And I, I will be your torch.”

This time a different Script glowed red. Crimson lines crisscrossed from the glowing strip to the gun before fading.

Caster could also feel the shift in the air as space was torn, but didn’t pay it much attention, but to note the magic used. He wouldn’t have expected it from a human of this time. However, he was still in the middle of teaching his inadequate Master. The woman and her companion could wait.

“Then pull the trigger.”

As Caster did, a torrent of holy flames shot forward towards Assassin. Nothing the Servant couldn’t dodge given the speed he’d witness, but if it did hit, all the better.

“There are many tactics to take out a fast opponent. As long as you can predict where it’s headed, you can hit it. In this case, it shouldn’t be too hard to guess where it’s gunning for. You can also use the flames to limit its movements…” That was probably asking for too much. Caster smiled brightly. “Or just wait until Assassin gets close enough to open its mouth and then fire from close range. My Scripture should protect you and, as long as you don’t lose anything vital, I can heal you.”

As he finished, a red aura encased the young man, briefly overlapping the glow of his Script. Red. Green. Blue. Spells that enhanced the boy’s physical strength, speed, and luck. He’d never really gotten to gauge Eli’s fighting ability, so he had no way of knowing how much his spells would improve the human's parameters, but if he couldn’t handle himself against Assassin of all Servants, it was better to know ahead of time. He could better prepare plans if he knew his Master’s capabilities. Releasing Eli’s hand, Caster’s gaze flew over to the two new arrivals. Assassin’s Master and…a companion. Both, he could tell were far superior to Eli in terms of mage ability. Their interference would be a nuisance.

"Normally I’d provide more support, but, as you can see, taking out the Servant before the Master arrives is no longer an option. So I’ll keep them occupied while you deal with Assassin. Better to let a mage handle mages. ”

A mage that didn’t know any magecraft yet could hardly be counted as one at the moment. Besides, the mages that arrived seemed to be a cut above the rest. Each had a decent supply of mana.

Stepping towards the two humans, the Servant’s staff twirled in his hand as he finally addressed them. Or rather the girl. “You come in here with shield up, after sending your Servant to spy on us, attack us, interrupt my Master's talk with the Overseer, then expect an answer to your question? If you want to talk, call your Servant off.” Catching his staff, Caster raised it. Hundreds of spears of light appeared, surrounding the bounded field that the girl magus made, poised to smash into their defense. The arrival of Assassin's master didn't mean the end of battle and nothing in her words or actions had indicated a desire to do so. “Otherwise, let’s dispense with false pleasantries. I’m not in the mood for it.”

Lucem
Misuteeku
BearBearBear
Azure Sky

 

[Lucem]

There was no doubt that the monstrous Servant from across the room was a major concern for both Master and Servant. However, Eli's attention was diverted away from that particular hazard when Caster grabbed his hand, creating an entirely new issue for the young man to deal with. From the moment he felt the mage's touch, a familiar alarm went off in his head.

For years, he had grown used to fighting others, whether it was against one person or a large group. During those times, he never focused too much on how he would come into contact with the people that took issue with him. His mind was always elsewhere, preoccupied with other concerns or simply going blank as his body moved. It was only outside of those adrenaline-filled moments that he became aware of it and did his best to avoid it. Despite the danger he was currently in, Eli hadn't yet settled into the state of mind where he could ignore it. The discomfort he felt was immediate, rising by the second.

It was a struggle to listen to Caster's explanation. His mind was elsewhere, trying to stay calm despite how frantic things were in the background of his thoughts. It didn't just apply to Caster, but to all people he wasn't in the middle of beating to pulp. He didn't like to be touched.

Thankfully, the sudden appearance of two strangers managed to distract him, settling any worries and the gnawing feeling that something bad would happen. Eli clearly wasn't hiding his surprise at how people suddenly popped in from nowhere. It was the second time he had experienced it today, but there was no blinding light in his face right now, so he could fully see what his brain was having trouble trying to comprehend. That magic stuff really was crazy.

Finally, his hand was freed during the time it took for him to get over the realization that people could teleport. Eli instantly took the opportunity to put a bit of distance between himself and Caster, but still took care not to stray too far in case the slime dog tried to take his head off again.

Shaking his arm a bit, Eli gave his Servant another dirty look, not hiding his displeasure. "Don't get handsy". The guy didn't even give him a warning before he just starting putting his hands all over him.

After getting his hand back, Eli finally took notice of the multi-colored glow around his body, each of the vibrating hues reflecting in his piercings with a bright gleam. As the light show died down and returned to the original golden shine, Eli felt different. He felt...floaty? Was that right?

Raising his arms, Eli did a few small jumps, stretching out the muscles in his back and forearms before doing some light footwork. Yeah. Floaty. Caster probably did something when he grabbed him, but he could focus on that later. For now, he had to worry about the new arrivals.

The moment Eli finally gave the pair of strangers attention, it was immediately stripped away by his Servant and the spears of light he had summoned. "Hey!" How trigger happy was this guy?

Turning back to look at the man and woman, Eli took a moment to observe each of them. The first things he noticed were atop the woman's head. Ears? He didn't think they were real, but he also didn't believe in magic until he woke up this morning, so anything was possible at this point. He was also a bit surprised at how tall the brunette was, only shorter than him by a few inches. As for the man, he had gray hair, but didn't seem that old. Was he stressed or something?

Putting aside what they looked like for now, Eli went to answer the question that the woman had asked before Caster tried to impale them. "The overseer lady isn't really here, but there's a camera and stuff over there that you can use to talk with her." It wasn't like he forgot that he was holding the laptop that provided video feed, but he didn't really think it was necessary with everything else that was in the room. "There's also some phones in a bag. It's got some weird app we're supposed to use." While he hadn't really let his guard down, Eli still answered honestly.

Right now, Eli wasn't focused too much on playing nice, but there wasn't really a reason to lie or ignore the question right now. He also wasn't sure if they were with the pile of ooze, but if that turned out to be true, he and Caster had lost their previous advantage. It was three against two now. He really wasn't in the mood to die, so it probably wasn't best to piss off teleporting wizards. Still, if he had to fight, he would. He hadn't told Caster to back off or anything. Eli just didn't want to get killed because the maniac with paper and a stick was too eager.

QuirkyAngel
Misuteeku
BearBearBear
Azure Sky

 

[BearBearBear]

Alexandria smiled, definitely pleased about the current situation. Dorian could take care of himself, and Assassin was more than capable as a servant bolstered by her reserves, but it was the opponent that pleased her so. He wore the bearing of a king, the countenance and demeanor of a noble and the way he looked at them, a simple glance if anything, told her she was probably dealing with something that had the pride equal to the White Wing Lord. In terms of presence though, she would be surprised if the Servant possessed more than a tenth of its power, no thanks to his apparently inept master.

Alexandria could deal with that. She taught some of the more prideful Apostles why she was willing to face them on the night of a Full Moon. What Alexandria couldn't deal with was the fact that Assassin was being used as target practice.

"Isa."

The Runes were easier than the Words, they were younger after all and though they were limited compared and less powerful compared to their older counterparts, they proved more effective in select situations. Though the meaning, and therefore power, could be altered by the caster, each rune governed certain concepts that gave each crest tremendous power.

Take Isa for example; it was generally a Rune that governed ice but more than that it was stillness. As an offensive spell, it was powerful in most situations but as a counter spell it truly shined. It's meaning was anchored in the way ice gave way to the intense cold of the tundra, how it was used to defend the living against the terrible agents of Hel, and how one would still the unruly spirits that roamed the land. Given that it was still one of the old magics, one lauded as several orders of magnitude greater than any modern equivalent, Alexandria was more than confident in her spell, even against a Servant.

In the way rock beat scissors, the Rune devoured the fire that burst from the gun, overpowering the code's flame to such an extent that a chill would have enveloped the room had Alexandria not controlled her Crest. If her estimates were correct, the servant was rather young if it could be so easily matched by something of that caliber. That, or the blow was meant to prod rather than kill, and seeing as Caster had given the code to his master, he had much more formidable mysteries in his repertoire.

She wouldn't resist stealing them should they not be in her records.

"I would not presume to give you orders, Dorian," Alexandria addressed her companion evenly, even as the Caster ignored the failure of his spell in favor of talking to his master, not at all winded even if she was forced to defend against a Servant's spell. "But if you would be willing, please guard my back. More enemies are sure to arrive should this battle drag on. I trust your judgement but be careful when navigating my Magecraft. Of course, I won't be aiming for you, but I can't guarantee your safety if you engage in melee." She was being noisy, not in the sense of actual sound but mana was leaking. The amount of raw mana she could keep in her bounded field was limited and while she could plunder most of it, some would inevitably leak when she was trying to contain two servants as well as two hunters.

Alexandria didn't want to test her limit and end up having her circuits burn just to remain hidden. And she didn't need to hide in the first place; the overseer was here, it was inevitable that she'd meet another master and servant pair.

Assassin, be prepared to strike at any time. If Caster thought that Assassin was struck down by his fire then Alexandria had no reason to correct him. Her servant was in the shadows where she belonged, and while her Presence Concealment was all by abysmal, she had proven her ability to strike from hiding again and again. If you have to select a target, go for Caster, but move to distract him as much as possible. If any opportunity to go for the throat shows itself, assume it's a trap and call for me; I'll spring it so that you could go in for the kill.

The Caster finally spoke to them, to her, while several spears materialized around them. The power behind such an action was... probably at part with the mystic code he tried to use on Assassin, but just in case it was more powerful that she could sense, she whispered her own counter.

"Αἴας"

Back to the caster. "I apologize if I assumed that you've littered the city with familiars of your own and simply missed us, but this is a war after all. I never thought that a Servant would resent a human on the account of dumb luck." Alexandria retorted, though she addressed the servant with all the respect he deserved. "And following that line of thought, we simply spotted you first, and you, in turn, struck first when you crushed my Servant's eye. My Servant simply lashed out in defense, and for good reason I see." It was nice to see that her minor illusion worked, but she wondered how she would leverage it.

Of course, the Master had to insult her intelligence. Did he think Alexandria didn't abuse the link between servants and overcome her problem with technology? Oh, she would enjoy taking whatever... now wasn't that interesting? Did her eyes deceive her or was there something special about his eyes? Now she would definitely enjoy taking his soul since she needed that, his circuits if they were there, his eyes when she'd be an idiot not to, and examining how everything worked.

"I would need that under your arm if I want to talk to the overseer I think. Do you mind putting it back where it should be?" Alexandria asked almost gently, a thousand spells at the back of her mind just in case this turned ugly. "We want to talk to her rather than spill blood this night so if you please let this end peacefully, we can all talk to her together."


Misuteeku Azure Sky QuirkyAngel Lucem The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Misuteeku]

Assassin​

"Understood"

Assassin disappeared quickly to reposition itself behind Caster. It came apparent that Assassin became the lesser threat in comparison to its master, who could easily 'overpower' magic beyond her current time. Though the attack wouldn't even harm Assassin the much. At the very least, it'd only get the upper part of it's body rather than piercing through. That being said it wasn't worried that several magical lances were aimed at Alexandria. If she could overpower a holy scripture attack, then she'd be fine. If it were that she would be weaker then they'd be in big trouble against Caster.

"Should I use my Noble Phantasm?"

If Alexandria wanted the enemy master dead, then it'd happily use its Noble Phantasm. After all it was practically impossible to escape once it was used. Assassin's speed could easily close the gap from this range thought it depended if Caster reacted fast enough. One of the eyes on the back of the head rolled back to the Master of Caster. It could also still attack the Master if need be. After it had more than one ways to attack other than biting the enemy to death. The eye that was with Alexandria slowly rolled into the Crypt to reunite itself with Assassin. There wasn't a need to have it out any longer. Regardless there was as standstill. If the enemy were to attack then it'd attack them.


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[ChazGhost]

After Archer left Melvin figured he should go out and see what he could find himself. "I do wonder if we'll even find any one at this time of night..." Melvin said to himself leaving his room. Not to long later Melvin was walking down the street looking around and trying to look like tourist in hopes of getting to much attention from other on lookers. ...I've only seen one enemy servant so far... I'm curious as to who else we'll be facing... Either way though with more powerful Archer they won't be much of a problem in the end... Melvin though to himself walking down the street.

After walking around for it bit Melvin eventually found a 24 hour coffee shop and decide to go in. Melvin got his coffee and sat by the window looking out. ...I hope archer finds some one first... being the first one to find trouble could become bad quickly.... Melvin thought drinking his coffee.

 

[Lucem]

"That's bullshit." The words slipped out casually with no hesitation. Setting aside her previous request for the moment, Eli made it clear that he disagreed with her assessment about how the conflict started. "That wasn't any defense. We couldn't even see a damn thing." What was it that Caster had said earlier? Something about malice? He didn't understand what the mage meant by that, but Eli could tell that the pile of slime was out for blood since the beginning. "Besides, I didn't do shit. If that's true, why'd it try to bite my head off instead of his." Eli made sure to clarify who he was talking about by pointing at his Servant once again. "He's the one it should've been pissed at. Not me." He for damn sure didn't crush any eyeballs.

"And if you want to do things peacefully, your Servant should be in front of us instead of playing hide and seek." Behavior like that annoyed him. Only cowards hid in the dark and tried to get a cheap shot in when they could. Of course, he had only ever experienced that with punks that tried to get the jump on him, but the same could apply to whatever that creature was. Nobody that wanted to talk things out would have a reason to hide in the shadows.

Aside from the cheap tactic of hiding in the dark, Eli resisted the urge to groan at the woman's way of speaking. It reminded him of Caster. Did everybody that knew magic talk like they had a stick up their ass? It was giving him a headache. Or was that because of something else?

While not one of the full-on migraines he was accustomed to, Eli felt a familiar pounding sensation around his eyes. The pain wasn't anything major, but it was still an annoyance. He hadn't noticed earlier because of his rush to get away from Mr. Grabby, but the uncomfortable feeling had been growing ever since Caster took hold of him. Since then, it had been creeping up on him as the man put on his light show, building up even more when the potential enemies showed up. He couldn't give an exact reason, but it seemed to flare up whenever someone did a fancy trick. Was he allergic to magic or something? If so, that was going to be a real pain in the ass for the rest of this war.

It wasn't only a slight pain. Unbeknownst to him, a faint glow came to life in his eyes, blending in with the rest of Caster's protective aura. Eli didn't know how long it had been since he left his apartment, but with the passage of time and exposure to all the magic activity in one space, his eyes were reacting. It wasn't enough for him to worry about their destructive ability going wild, but a change had definitely occurred. Eli quickly began to realize when he saw more lights in the dark space. However, they didn't come from Caster's scripts.

It was hard to describe what exactly he was seeing. A glow. Multicolored embers. A shroud of miasma. Whatever they were, they had no definite shape, but stuck close to points of interest in the room. Most notably, the people in this room were covered in it. Not just them, but things like the spears that Caster summoned also had something strange to it. More strange than just being magical spears of light that appeared because a handsy creep waved a stick. While he didn't know it himself, these things were no mere illusion, but instead closely tied to the golden orbs in his head. For a lack of better terminology, it was existence itself.

The pain began to die down, but these hallucinations still remained. That became clear when he noticed the one attached to something that managed to slither behind him. Was that an eye? Not just an eye, but one dripping with what looked like sludge. It didn't take a genius to figure out who that belonged to.

Waving the gun with a flick of his hand, Eli shooed the slimy organ away. "Get outta here. Get." It wasn't like he was scared or anything, but there was something unsettling about a detached eyeball rolling up beside him. Damn, that shit's creepy. It wasn't just one of them either. The tall woman had them rolling off of her too. It was like a magnet dragged it further into the tombs, stopping only when it reached another one of those sources of light. It was much bigger than the one hanging off of the eye.

Putting aside the matter with the autonomous body parts, Eli finally got to the woman's request. If she still wanted the laptop after what he told her the first time, that was fine by him. "Have it your way." He wasn't going to die over some cheap computer. "I'm done with questions though, so it's all yours. Hope you don't mind people chewing in your ear." The overseer was probably still snacking on something.

Opening up the laptop, Eli prepared to set it back on the table, but made a somewhat problematic discovery. It was cracked. The screen was cracked. Distorted light tried its best to come through the sections of glass that had been spared, but black spots and rainbow lines crowded around the buffering logo. "Ah." He must've done that back when he slammed it. Back then, he was both pissed off and in a rush, so he didn't keep his strength in check.

Fiddling with the trackpad, Eli tried to make out what the working parts of the screen were trying to show him. Quickly closing out of pop-ups and notifications, he did his best to get to something that looked familiar. He had never really used a computer before, so he didn't understand any of the messages very well. Something about erasing memory and caches. That wasn't much of a problem, since he had already gotten a look at the Overseer's number and memorized it. At least he thought he did. He didn't have to keep track of a lot of them, so remembering this one should've been easy. Probably. Hopefully. It wasn't like he could check again.

When he finally managed to get back to what looked a bit like the video feed, Eli set the laptop on the table and wiped the nonexistent dirt from his hands. His mission was accomplished. He pointed at the cracked screen before raising his hand in recognition of what he did. "That's my bad." He was definitely to blame for that. "But I was busy trying not to get eaten." Although, some of the fault still lied with the demon dog. He'd settle with calling it at shared responsibility. That seemed fair. "The screen and camera are broke, but the mic and stuff should still work. I think." It wasn't like they were missing out on anything by not being able to see the overseer. Unless they were into watching people eat, or trying to catch a free movie.

Getting back to Caster, Eli grabbed the man's attention, but still kept a bit of distance in case he started putting his hands everywhere. "You can do that too, right? The teleport thing." If his Servant was as great and powerful a mage as he made himself out to be, doing that should've been no problem if the enemy could. "If things get bad, do that. Just whoosh us outta here." Eli made sure to do what he thought to be the universal 'whoosh' motion with his arm in order to get his point across. Despite what the woman had to say about settling things peacefully, he got a bad vibe from her. It was just him and Caster against a cat girl, a young old guy, and the pile of ooze across the room. If a fight started, vanishing seemed like a good idea. Especially since they liked to play dirty.

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[Xel]

SaberLondon Tombs​

Her Master's nature continued to be as fickle as ever as he hadn't even gone thirty seconds before shifting gears and deciding she was better suited heading to the catacombs. Sure, it was her position and obviously she agreed with it, but there was something to be said for sticking to your guns. Then again there was also something to be said for accepting advice and adapting accordingly. Which of the two best applied to Jun, she had yet to decide. Regardless, she wasn't going to argue with him after he basically gave up and agreed with her. So as her Master flew off to sort out his personal affairs she turned to look in the direction of the catacombs. Based on Jun's statement, it was entirely likely there were other teams there. Trying to get in touch with the overseer no doubt. In hindsight she probably should have simply made camp there an awaited those who came. But she was not one to dwell on past mistakes and so she kicked off the roof, soaring into the sky before her form dissipated into nothingness.

Fortunately they had not strayed that far from the catacombs and with her speed she closed the distance in short order. As she neared her destination her form once again materialized before landing on the street with a graceful thud. She looked around the area, finding nothing but silence. At this time of night there was no one out and about, and there were no signs of anyone who might have been one of Jun's affiliates. However, something was off. She could tell that much instantly. There was an immense swell of magic in the area. The kind no normal magus would be able to produce. It would seem that Jun's associates were decently reliable as scouts.

Saber made her way inside the London Tombs in search of the source of the magic. She followed the route she had taken earlier that day, or perhaps it's better to say yesterday at this point, as she made her way towards the room that housed the overseer. Upon rounding the corner she was immediately met with the source of the magic she felt. On one side were a man an woman protected by a barrier that was under threat by a barrage of golden spears summoned by, she could only assume to be, Caster. After a moment to take in the scene she rested her hands on her hips, looking over each assembled member before loudly clearing her throat to make her own presence known. "It would seem I came at a good time." She held out her right hand in front of her, her sword materializing in her grasp. "Do you mind if I join in?" Caster and, whatever that other servant was, likely wouldn't post too much of a threat in such a confined space. So odds are they'd make the same move as Assassin and work to escape the catacombs. This time, however, she wouldn't be so lenient. If they were to square off there she'd endeavor to take at least one down before they could slip through her grip.

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[Azure Sky]

Dorian Barthomeloi​

So many events happening in such a short period of time. From the moment he was teleported Dorian discovered another master, who for some reason tried his best to keep his Mystic Eyes under control and had bad manners, his Servant, obviously Caster, worst Servant to face for a magus, and then a wildcard Servant appeared. He had to choose his actions with great rationality. Saber (not that Dorian knew her class) seemed to be eager for a fight, while Caster and his master where at least willing to negotiate. He had to decide fast. The Overseer could wait.

Good grief, it's a shame it is night time...

It was too bad that he'd probably need to fight against beings on par with most of the 27 Dead Apostle Ancestors during the night, when his strongest spell was unusable, but he'd have to make do with the rest of his spells and skills, it seemed. Now that that was out of the way, it was time to act. "Listen, young man," Dorian addressed himself to Eli, using his usual calm and collected tone "This new Servant is clearly out for blood, but we are more reasonable. I will deal with her." He pointed towards Saber. "In the meantime, I will let you decide among yourselves if you'd like to team up and fend off the wildcard together." Trying to convince him why working together was the better option was, in Dorian's oppinion, meaningless. He'd try too hard, and people that tried too hard where never convincing. Like politicians, for example. If Eli where to order Caster to attack, Dorian would simply regroup with Alexandria and be forced to cause some pain to the young man. He didn't want to outright kill him, if he did he would have tried to from the begining with Ignis, one of his spells (effect: acceleration of particles in an object, or part of an object, causing it to heat up, ignite, or explode). Dorian had a mission, and he'd rather gather information than kill meaninglessly.

There was also some metalanguage directed towards Alexandria. From his point of view it would have been better to order Assassin to be visible and stay by her side, to show the lack of desire towards further hostility. They were not interested in winning the Grail War anyway so the safest possible outcome was the best. He was sure Alexandria would pick up on that, but he was not sure she'd accept it, nor did he have any desire of imposing his will on her. Whatever she decided, he'd have no say in the matter.

His eyes turned azure blue as he faced Saber. While simingly a usual pair of Mystic Eyes, they where, in fact, quite special. Mystic Eyes of True Movement: Dorian could see the movement something was about to take, a few seconds before it actually happened. He saw the trajectory of anything through the form of blue lines. As such, he could not be fooled by feint attacks and dodge better. He truly needed this when facing Saber, or any other Servant for that matter. He also took a vintage ink pen out of his pocket.

"The pen is mightier than the sword, fake."

The pen glowed and transformed into a sword. Special even among Mystic Codes, it was the Sword of Goujian. legendary chinese sword, stolen and modified. It was similar to the Burial Agency's Black Keys, in the sense that it negated regeneration temporarily (each wound caused by it would be unhealable for roughly 2 days), but it was stronger as it could actually destroy souls, thus could be used against Servants.

Reinforced Ego Plus

A combination of three spells cast simultaneously. Shortened arias inside his head, courtesy of his Thaumaturgical System, Superior Numerology. Which he ironically learnt during a confrontation with a Dead Apostle Ancestor, but perfected it. He basically cast Reinforcement on his whole body (strength, speed, durability, regeneration, and senses) and the sword, Ergo Plus, which stimulated his nerves, resulting in a further increse in strength, speed, reaction, and senses, and Ego Spark which bestowed an electrical armor on his body (everything that attacked Dorian, or was attacked by him caused an electric outburst upon impact).

"I apologize, unknown Servant. I know I may be subpar." He didn't really belive that "But I assure you I will be at least entertaining." He really didn't belive that either. He'd be more than just entertaining, especially if Saber underestimated him. Even then though, he did not expect to win, nor was it his goal.

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[QuirkyAngel]

Caster sighed, the spears of light surrounding the two mages disappeared with a single dismissive wave of his hand. Trust Eli to kill the mood. By the time his Master had finished ‘fixing up’ the laptop, another Servant had arrived, making her presence known. A red haired girl in armor. He guessed Saber from the sword that materialized in her hand, but then, not all Servants started off with their main weapon…and it wasn’t unheard of for Servants to try and trick each other either.

Still, she did seem fairly powerful .

“Saber, I presume?” She’d correct him if he was wrong. If not, oh well. “We were actually talking about ending the night peacefully.”

The fact that he’d put the laptop back was a clear indication, at least in Caster’s eyes, that Eli didn’t want to fight. Therefore, Caster would comply with the young man’s wish. That was their deal after all.

Pity.

He would’ve liked to test the skill of the audacious magus that would challenge a Servant to battle. Caster didn’t recognize the runes. However, he could feel the power of the spell used. It wasn’t something he’d expect of a human of the current time. But then, with magic, there various ways to acquire to bridge the gaps in the ages. Various ways to gain strength. Depending on how deeply one delved into the art, immense power could be gained. However, such things always came with a price and, even in life, there were certain lines Caster would not cross. Not if he wanted to remain in God’s favor.

He wondered if the girl crossed them. Much the same way Eve took a bite of forbidden fruit. It was so very human.

Still. The girl was a human, thus limited to whatever circuits she possessed, whereas he was Caster—a servant with incredibly high magical energy. Her reserves were spent maintaining Assassin. He, on the other hand, was skilled at taking the power that rightfully belonged to God. In a battle between mages, the one that lost all their mana first, loses. Caster didn’t expect to lose in that regard—even with two opponents. Besides, the bigger the spell cast, the better it was for him to achieve his goals.

While the white haired male spoke briefly to Eli, Caster turned his attention to the eloquent, yet rude, girl that blatantly lied to him. “My thick-headed Master has good instincts, if nothing else. If even he can detect the deceit in your words, do you honestly think a Servant like I can’t?”

He’d felt the moment Assassin positioned itself behind him. How could he could he not? He’d purified the room after all. A Servant like Assassin stood out like a black moving stain on a perfectly clean floor. One of the lights dancing around the room, the ones he’d made before Eli took away his Holy Script, lowered near Assassin to wash away the darkness it hid in.

“My~Assassin’s eye seems to be fine. Your Servant must have impressive regenerative capabilities.”

Caster’s smile was amused. He could believe it was dumb luck they were found since the Catacombs was the location of the Overseer. However, it was apparent by the way she’d responded to Eli, that she’d been watching them the entire time. “I don’t resent you. It’s as you said, we’re in a war. So you’ll have to forgive me for doubting your sincerity.”

Not that Eli hadn’t went ahead and answered her question anyway. To Eli, he answered. “I can, but not in the same way they did.” He already knew how they’d escape if things turned bad. He'd planned it the moment he'd stepped into the room with the laptop. “For now, I suggest you stand back and watch. The Servant in front of you seems rearing to go and she is more than you can handle at the moment. ”

Caster directed his gaze to the white haired human that challenged ‘Saber’. Both humans seemed fairly confident that they could take on a Servant. He wanted to see what they could do. He wanted to see what the enemy Servant can do. He also had to keep an eye on Assassin in case it decided to strike.

“Your bravery impresses me, human, so allow me to give you a bit of a hand.” Caster pointed his staff towards the white-haired human and gave him the same buffs he’d given Eli. Holy magic, the magic taught to him by the angels, tended to be on the defensive side, after all. While there were offensive spells, and he knew all of them, there were more spells meant to protect, to strengthen, and to heal even the worse sort of affliction. Not that he couldn't take the role of vanguard if needed. Eli had yet to agree to an alliance, but, for now, Caster was just doing what he wanted. And he wanted to see a good duel.

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[The One Eyed Bandit]

"Ah, god, what a mess." The Overseer's voice cracked out of the damaged speakers, a note of bemusement lost in their static interference. Three Servants in an enclosed space. Two Masters, and one unknown element. The job description wasn't kidding when it said that she'd need to be able to think on her feet. Okay, well. She hadn't really been given much in the way of protocol, save those measures, so she only had the company policy to go off of here.

'Make it good.'

Not exactly the most helpful words. Maybe deliberating with Jaune would be a decent idea. Actually, that'd probably take too long. They'd all either by bloody puddles or sipping tea by then, and the bosses had already complained enough about the latter. So.

"Hey, Caster! Bonus round!" She did her best to make herself heard over the events of the room, though the half-broken speakers weren't really helping. "Okay, so, I know you're planning an alliance or something, but here's a deal. If you kill that intruder, I'll throw three Seals your Master's way, free of charge. I'll even give him one if you do as little as try. Consolation prize." Maybe it was a little cruel of her to try and turn a Servant on a bystander like that, but it was even crueler to let some poor lady be so harshly outnumbered, wasn't it?

Even if the bosses wanted things settled quickly, that sort of thing didn't sit right with her. Chivalry, right? And in the end, it was still up to Mr. Handsome to make the final decision.

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[QuirkyAngel]

In the Kingdom of God, there is no suffering. No hunger . No thirst. No poverty. No death. It is a land of eternal wealth and happiness, where angels walk and magic wells forth from the very ground. You who dwell in misery, rejoice! For salvation will soon come. I will bring to you a taste of Heaven
~Prestor John.​

Caster wrote on the back of a prop he’d found in the corner of the room while listening to the Overseer’s words through half-broken speakers. ‘Intruder’ likely referred to the white-haired human who was neither a Master nor a Servant in the war. Though, given that the red-haired Servant had just ‘intruded’ in a battle/chat between he, Eli, and Team Assassin, it could’ve easily meant her as well. He was also curious as to why he’d been singled out instead of Assassin, Eli, girl mage, or even the red-haired Servant herself (assuming that the Overseer was referring to the white-haired human—which Caster did). Any of them could’ve been tempted by the prospect of command seals…and Masters generally wanted those seals more than Servants did. It wasn’t like he could use them.

Well, technically, he could attempt to steal them or something—if he bothered to learn the Magecraft to—but that would be breaking the rules of the Grail War and, for now, Caster was content to see how Eli handled things. His role in the Grail War was that of a Servant. Unless absolutely necessary to accomplish his wish, or God commanded him to, Caster liked to keep to laws.

“I’ll take that into consideration,” Caster replied noncommittally.

Did Eliot even know how to really use command seals? Right now, the only thing he could imagine his Master doing with any extra Command Seals given to him was make his life more miserable. Rather than doing something great, like, say, using the command seals for his Servant’s Noble Phantasm—and bring true wonder to the world—Eli would likely use it to command something frivolous. Like more money. It would be up to Caster to mold the human into the right path…and that was made easier by the fact that Eli lacked knowledge.

But a knowledge-less Master was useless as well. Not to mention an embarrassment. If he were to play the role of a Servant to any human, Caster wanted them to be at least be somewhat worthy.

Reading the Script, Caster released the prop as it floated high into the air.

It’s hallowed eyes glowed blue, a bubble of gold magic protecting it. However, other than that, it seemed to do nothing.

Making his way to the laptop, the white-robed Servant spun the chair around and took a seat while Eli made a decision. Hand reaching beneath the table, Caster took one of the phones in a bag and browsed through the many things that could be bought with command seals while the pen in his other hand turned back into a staff. He didn’t know what any of them were. But Caster was a Servant with a strong curiosity. And a stronger like for stuff. His ability to assess value was simply an enhanced copy of his talent in his first life, made to accommodate the type of Servant he was…and how he generally went about Grail Wars.

He liked battling for God, both in life, and as a Servant.

However, given his class, it wasn’t the most optimal way to win. Caster drew on his connection with Eli. He should really start teaching the human to do the same.

It’d be to your advantage to agree. The less enemies you have, the greater your chance for survival.

There was nothing to say that they couldn’t go after the white-haired male after ‘Saber’ was dealt with. It wouldn’t break any rules, since the terms were only to work together against the red-haired Servant. The Overseer also hadn’t specified a time-limit to killing the white haired human either. Simply that command seals would be given if he were killed. Or at least, attempted. Since the White-haired man was allied with Assassin's Master, he wasn't uninvolved in the Holy Grail War. He had chosen to get involved. And therefore, if Caster killed the human, he wouldn't be breaking his deal with Eli either. However, since the white haired human was dealing with red-haired Servant while Eli made a decision, to was best to make sure the human remained alive…or at least put up a decent fight. Having enemies kill each other off—or weaken each other—wasn’t usually a bad thing either.

Green eyes flickered upward towards the two sword wielders, his expression like a king expecting a good show. The white haired male had shown up with Assassin’s Master, so he assumed they were allies. That meant she and Assassin were morally obligated to assist…but then it wasn’t as if Caster knew the terms of their alliance. There were all sorts of alliances. Temporary ones. Long-lasting ones. Open ones. Tightly-binding ones. The terms the white haired human offered weren’t bad at all.

Still. By doing so, they’d be making an enemy of the red-haired Servant.

If you refuse, it’s best to try to ally with the red-haired Servant, or leave. We have a great many things to talk about anyway.

Eli’s dislike of touch (that had to be fixed).

The way he’d stared at Caster’s wound (which he'd healed).

His barely acceptable literacy.

His eyes (that Caster had noticed, but the human had been rubbing it for quite a while now) .

Many things had been discovered that night that would have to be addressed. He could also be spending time prepping for the war. More Scripts. More money. More time to build his kingdom.

If you do want to leave, let me know the same way I'm talking to you. Otherwise our enemies will know we are leaving and will likely try to stop us. It's very easy. Just feel for our connection. You have mage potential. It shouldn't be too hard. At least, it wasn't for Caster. It's the canal that's allowing your mana to flow into me. Caster could also try reversing it a bit. So that his mana reserves flowed into Eli...but it wasn't like the human could do much with it at the moment. Just reach for it with your mind. The barest touch will do. He didn't really expect Eli to be able to much more than that. If at all. His aptitude for magic seemed to be solely focused on his eyes. Then mentally tell me what you want.

Depending on how well he performed, that would tell Caster what he needed to know about his Master.

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[Lucem]

Another one had appeared. Before he heard the red-haired woman's voice, his eyes were already focused on the entranceway. Unlike the slime monster, the new arrival hadn't gone for a sneak attack, instead greeting everyone with sword in hand. Watching the unexpected arrival, Eli couldn't tell if this was a Servant or just another mage looking for a fight. The question was quickly answered when Dorian called out to him.

While giving the information that the woman was indeed a Servant, Dorian also proposed an alliance to deal with the troublesome new enemy. He didn't need the man to tell him that she was bloodthirsty, considering that she spoke to everyone with her sword at the ready. Before Eli could give much thought to Dorian's offer, his mind and body froze for a moment upon seeing something unexpected.

He hardly noticed Dorian preparing for battle, his attention focused solely on the man's eyes. They had turned to a bright blue shade. Upon seeing the new pools of azure, Eli's previous empty mind came to life, dozens of questions now swarming around inside. He was being taken over by confusion and concern, faced with what he believed to be eyes similar to his own. It was something he had never seen before. He never even considered it a possibility. Was this man cursed as well? Were they similar to his own? They may have been a different color, but did the possess the same abilities? What did they do? Could he control them? How much destruction could they cause? How many people could they kill? How many would they kill? How many people had they killed? How were they stopped? Where were his lenses? Did he use his drops?

Before the endless stream of questions could continue, Eli was snapped out of his state by Caster's voice. While he received an answer to his earlier question, he also could've sworn he heard something that sounded like an insult. Regardless of that, he quickly focused on his Servant's decision to use magic on the enemy. Although, it wasn't an attack. The same multicolored lights from earlier swirled around Dorian, presumably passing on the 'floaty' feeling. That seemed to be the answer to the former(?) enemy's proposal. While clearly not happy that Caster was just doing as he pleased without warning, there was nothing he could now. It seemed like the decision had already been made.

Before Eli could voice his displeasure, a familiar voice returned, struggling to be heard through all the commotion and smashed hardware. Aside from more snacking and noises from action films, Eli didn't know what to expect from the other end of that call, but the overseer's deal definitely wasn't on the list of possibilities. Was he just hearing her wrong because of the bad audio quality? That didn't seem to be the case as Caster gave his answer after fiddling with some fake skeleton lying around the Tombs.

At first, Eli found it surprising and uncomfortable when Caster's voice wormed its way inside of his head. He didn't even like hearing the guy speak normally, so having his words beamed directly into his brain definitely didn't sit well with him. Although, the displeasure he felt from having that voice mixed with his thoughts was less than what he felt toward what the man actually had to say. Not only that, but Eli also began to feel a new sensation spreading throughout his body.

It was different from the one that accompanied his altered vision. It arrived with Caster's voice, but it wasn't the same as the usual feeling he got when the mage opened his mouth. It made him feel nauseous. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was clearly growing. It was like the feeling one got when they came increasingly closer to vomiting, purging the body of toxins. However, he'd do his best to ignore that. Right now, there was something more important to address. Caster seemed to have a big misunderstanding about their arrangement.

When Eli resigned himself to his unavoidable fate in exchange for wealth, he made conditions that were meant to deal with the concerns he had. He had been in more fights than he could count. Ever since he was a kid moving from place to place in search of somewhere he could have some semblance of a normal life, there were always people that took issue him. People got hurt when they fought. That was obvious. He had given more cuts and bruises than he had taken. You couldn't stop that, especially in something called a war. He wasn't the smartest guy in the world, but he at least understood that. People that purposely got themselves into those messes also understood that. He could accept that the participants in this war were going to be hurt and didn't particularly mind that fact. However, for as many people that signed up for this, there were many more that didn't. He knew a lot about fighting, but he also knew about collateral damage. There was always the risk of someone uninvolved getting tangled into a mess and getting hurt because of that. He couldn't forget that even if he wanted to. In a battle between crazy monsters and people with magical powers, that risk only got bigger. That's why he made one of his conditions. He didn't want those people getting hurt if he could help it. However, what about the gray-haired man in front of him? Did the man wielding a sword and preparing for a battle in the Holy Grail War count as an innocent? Did that rule he made apply to this man?

Raising the gun he had taken from Caster, Eli aimed it at the one that the Overseer had put a hit on. Lining up the sights, he could guarantee that it was a perfect shot. Even if he had never fired a gun before, the glow in his eyes and Caster's enhancements left no doubt that he possessed all the accuracy he needed to make the flames connect. He could feel the heat from the torrent of flames as he pulled the trigger, firing the gun like Caster had demonstrated earlier. Exactly the same. Just like the last time, it had missed. It was clear to anyone that actually stood in the room that it was intentional, the spell leaving a scorch mark across the wall instead of Dorian.

"Sorry. I have shit aim." With smoke trailing out of the barrel, Eli called out on the overseer and Caster. Feeling the nausea rise once again, the young man tapped into that unknown connection between Master and Servant, thinking back on the one-way mental conversation when he was advised to take the deal. There's your try. If Caster wanted a Command Seal so bad, then he'd get one. But only one. A purposely failed attempt at murder that went unseen by a smashed camera.

He never reached an answer on whether the rule about not harming innocent people applied to Dorian before firing. He didn't need to. Eli didn't need to consider anything when it came to something like this. It was never going to happen. Not if it was in his control. I ain't killing anyone. And neither are you. Never.

He accepted that people would be hurt and he'd have to be the one doing some of the hurting. However, he never agreed to murder. Whether they were uninvolved or not, it didn't matter. That was the line he had drawn many years ago. It always felt like he was right on the edge, teetering back and forth on one leg, in danger of tipping over at any moment. Caster advised him to cross that line by choice. Follower of God my ass. He could see him just sitting in that chair, watching the fight with that damn expression on his face. It really pissed him off.

If you don't like that, then you can just get us outta here. He wasn't going to budge on this decision. If Caster wanted to get into the details about their agreement, he had also made the condition about who was in charge. If you still wanna fight, we're not teaming up with that red-haired chick. He knew that anyone who took on a group had the strength to back it up. Or at least that's how it was with him. He also got a bad feeling just by looking at her. He didn't know what gave Caster the idea that she'd be interesting in becoming partners.

If they did stick around to fight against the sword-wielding woman, not much would have changed from how this fight originally started. A group going against a Servant without a Master. The only difference was the opponent and the number of people on their side, assuming the alliance stuck. Aside from that, nothing had changed. Taking all that into account, that's the decision he had reached. If they were gonna stay instead of leave and had to pick a side, then they'd go with Cat Ears, Old Guy, and Slime Dog. Besides, Caster had already given Dorian some enhancements.

If you wanna fight, at least finish what you started, dumbass.

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[Xel]

SaberLondon Tombs​

Despite the implication from her question Saber didn't simply jump into the fray. She twirled her sword to face down and stabbed it's blade into the ground, resting both of her hands upon the pommel as she looked over the group in front of her. Her gaze fixated on the servant that could only be Caster. "Indeed you are correct." She had no desire to hide her class, her opponents knowing it gave them no advantage to exploit. Nor could she hide it if she intended to actually fight anyways. Still, what followed in Caster's line of dialogue caused her to narrow her eyes at the man. "While peace is admirable, such a thing can never exist in this war. We're merely ethereal combatants summoned for but one purpose. Once the war ends we will not be around to enjoy any peace we obtained. So while I can understand why a learned man such as you would prefer a peaceful end to tonight's activities, sadly I can not oblige." It was obvious why Caster wanted things to end peacefully. No mage could fight directly in such a confined space, especially not with their Master standing right there. Fortunately she had neither such issues.

She then turned her focus to the grey-haired man as he called out to the boy she could only assume to be Caster's master. The man had several things to say in such a short span of time. Out for blood? Well of course, it was a war. Anyone who went to war without the desire to crush their enemies were destined to lose. Then there was the mention of teaming up. Alliances were a common thing in war, even ones for the Grail. Even with that in mind it would still be rather unfortunate if it was her presence that pushed the two parties into an alliance.

The most interesting thing, however, was the man saying he'd deal with her. That little bit got a raised eyebrow from the servant. Surely if he was there he knew that no human could stand against a servant. More than likely it was just bravado, putting on a good show for the weaker looking future-ally. Finally the man turned his focus on her, of course what he said just further confused and amused the swordswoman. "Fake, huh? I guess you would be correct with such an assertion." Of course, it's not like being a fake would prevent her from obtaining the grail. Indeed she had to wonder why the man even bothered with such a statement. Perhaps the form she was given gave an air of frailty that he thought he could abuse? Either way she eyed up the transforming sword in the man's hands.

All in all, as the man readied himself for battle, she was left rather disappointed. She came with the intent to put down her fellow servants and progress through this war. Instead she had a normal man letting his own delusions of grandeur compel him towards an early death upon her blade. At the man's final comments Saber let out a huff of air accompanied by a shake of her head. "If entertainment was what I sought I would find myself in a bar, not a tomb. If you are unsure of your ability to fight then perhaps you should avoid doing so." Of course, as if a response to her words Caster proclaimed being impressed by the man and offering him strengthening. While no normal human could hope to take her in combat, one being boosted by a servant could potentially pose a threat. Whether a show of their alliance or not, it was obvious she would have to take the man a bit more seriously than she had previously thought.

Before any actual hostility could take place, however, a voice crackled though the speakers. The voice spoke of offering seals for the death of the 'intruder', she could only assume that to be her under the circumstances. But that was not the voice of the overseer they had spoken to. The longer she stood there the more there was to unravel after she had dispatched the enemies before her. But as if intending to never be one-upped and throw in a surprise of his own, the kid beside Caster pulled out a gun and opened fire at Dorian. The projectile missed, and she could tell it was intended to miss, but the very fact that he even did that just threw further questions onto the pile. Perhaps she was not the intruder the mysterious voice spoke of. The boy's actions and accompanying words certainly pointed to the grey-haired man being the target.

Saber gave a small shake of her head before looking back at Dorian. "It would seem the young Master values your life more than the prospect of obtaining command seals. Difficult to say if that is admirable or foolish." If that offer had been extended to Jun she was sure that shot wouldn't have missed, and likely would have come sooner. Either Caster had a very principled Master, or a very ignorant one who couldn't understand the value he just threw away. Perhaps even a bit of both? Regardless, that boy wasn't her priority right now. "So tell me, what is the name of the man foolish enough to try and take on a servant? Or am I to be forced to take your life before ever knowing it?"

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Caster tilted his head, verdant eyes watching as holy flames slammed into the across wall, leaving behind scorch marks in their wake. Fire that, while could sear mortal flesh, were more effective against demons, spirits, the undead, and any of that sort. He considered Eli’s response.

Not kill anyone? Was the human serious? Did Eliot not understand what the Holy Grail War was about? What situation they were in? How did he intend to win the war if he didn’t kill anyone? Did the human even intend to win? To fight the war as was a condition of their deal?

He supposed it was nice to see a human follow one of God’s commandments for the masses. Order was necessary to maintain the world the Great Mage built. Morality and codes for sinners. However, to believe that God forbade bloodshed was folly—something that could only be said by Saints or those who have never truly fought for God. Who have never bloodied their hands for God. Just as the Lord purged all but the Noah family, he desired the eradication of sins from the world. No. Not even Caster knew the grandness of God’s ultimate goal. It was only one task he’d been given in life—one wish had to fulfill—and Caster was determined to see it succeed, no matter how many times he had to be summoned.

After all, Caster knew better than anyone else the price of disobedience.

I am a follower of God, Human. Make no mistake about that. Caster decided to ignore Eli’s lack of manners and insults. He’d grown used to it. Barely been a day since they’d met and he’d already grown used to. Caster rolled his eyes. Very well.

Not much else to be said. Opportunity for 3 command seals was given. Opportunity denied. For some reason, he wasn’t surprised. Eli didn’t seem like the type of human to take following orders very well. Pitying the mystery box that wasn’t going to get the chance to open wouldn’t get him anywhere.

Caster studied the white haired human that Eli refused to kill, who Eli had forbade him to kill, though his main focus was on the Sword of Guojian in the human’s hands. He recognized it of course—the Legendary blade hailing from his homeland. To think it he would find it in this era—and in the hands of a human magus no less. Pushing back his black hair, the Servant with Asian features sighed, not bothering to pretend to understand the modifications made on the blade. Perhaps modern magecraft wasn’t so pathetic as he’d originally thought. Then again, the mages of the current era seemed to be stealing from history for their power rather than using the power of their era—which had diminished along with the miracles of God (mystery).

Perhaps that itself was the strength of modern mages.

Caster hummed thoughtfully. If you want to keep to your ideals, you’ll have to grow much stronger. Our deal only holds so long as you remain alive. As a Servant of the Caster class, there’s only so much I can do if you keep limiting my options.

War without death? Not even God demanded that of him. Yet the human was telling him not to kill anyone—which Caster limited to mean humans, since the inclusion of Servants would be a direct violation of his participation in the Grail War. What did the Eli intend to do if he were attacked by a Master or a Master’s ally? If Caster were attacked? Only the strong and arrogant could claim to fight without going for the kill. Caster enjoyed a good battle. He killed for God. However, it wasn’t as if he killed without purpose. Nor did he revel in death.

Caster compromised.

I won’t attempt to kill anyone that doesn’t attack you or me. He’d felt the determination in Eli’s mental words, but a line had to be drawn somewhere. Whether you believe you can survive without killing anyone is entirely up to you. But, regardless of how we go about it, six Servants have to be eliminated to conclude the Holy Grail War. Killing Servants can’t be avoided if you intend to participate.

If Eli refused to do so, then Caster would. As Saber stated, Servants were summoned to do battle with each other. They didn’t belong in the world outside their time, and the longer they remained, the more strain they put on the world—even with the Grail supporting their presence. Even a robed Servant like Caster had every intention of battling…in his own way. Not just to grant his wish, but because that was God’s will. The past belonged in the past.

“A pity about your aim,” Caster drawled smoothly. “Your eyes must’ve grown weary.”

Slipping the phone in his sleeves, Caster got up from the chair and made his way towards Eli. He studied the taller man for a moment, then smirked. All in all, he was pleased the human managed to utilize their link, though the human did look slightly…nauseous. And I didn’t start anything. It was the human that volunteered to battle Saber for us. I simply wanted to see a fair duel.

Pulling Eli towards him by the collar, since the young man couldn’t stand to be touched apparently*insert eyeroll*, Caster addressed all those present in the tomb.

“Unfortunately, it's been a long night and my Master seems tired. Therefore, it is with great regret, that I must bid you all farewell until next time.” Whether Saber obliged or not made no difference. Eli had finished speaking with the Overseer, which was all he'd intended to do. Other than Caster’s desire to witness the battle, gauge the strength of potential enemies, and possibly needle Saber about how annoying mages could be when they worked together, they didn’t have a reason to stay. He had his priorities. And, despite his kingly requirements, Caster considered himself a disciplined man—otherwise he would’ve killed Eli a while ago.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Assassin. Saber.” A slight pause before he continued amiably. “I wouldn’t underestimate humans if I were you. Least of all the ones that I’ve empowered. And Human,” Caster called to the white haired male. Names had not been given out, but names held little meaning for Caster. Assassin likely knew his name…assuming she could read. Whether she revealed it to her master mattered not to him. “I’d watch out for her sword. Sabers are known for their sword.” Not that the human didn’t have a unique one of his own. Both humans, the one who used magic beyond their time, and the one wielding the sword of Guojian, should be enough to hold off Saber...especially with an Assassin impervious to physical damage waiting to strike. If not, that wasn't his problem.

Close your eyes.

That was the only warning Eli would get. A snap of his fingers, and the balls of lights that had been dancing innocently around the room halted. In a flash, the entire, enclosed room was covered in a blinding brilliance that would force all to shield their eyes if they wanted to protect their visual organs. When the light finally faded, Caster and Eli were gone. The room returned to its previous darkness before Caster entered, but for the dim glare of the cracked screened laptop and the golden barrier surrounding the floating prop.

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Appearing back in Eli’s (not as shabby) apartment, Caster released his Master’s collar. As he did so, the gun that had been in Eli’s hand disappeared and reappeared back in Caster’s. Just as he could summon his Scripts to himself, he could summon himself to his Holy Scripts. And there were four he’d planted on the walls of his Master’s establishment—meant to hold up his bounded field. His establishment, technically, since he was the landlord.

He was well aware that the human had work tomorrow, and was likely mentally exhausted from the night’s events, but Caster couldn’t be bothered to care. It wasn’t like Servants needed sleep. Nor did he bother with pleasantries.

Vanishing both the staff and gun, Caster commanded simply, in a tone that broke no room for argument. “Tell me about your eyes.”

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[Gaius Danius Griinia]

It was when Jun got there that things got knocked into eighth gear. They would have been twelfth gear, but Emilia got in Jun's way so he was late. With a single text, he had his associates drop a variety of poison gases around the Catacombs. Donning their protective gear, they had squads of assassins assault the Catacombs from different positions around the building. Though assault may have been a generous term. They had a lot of explosives and explosive projectiles. So its much more accurate to say that they just blew things up. Caster and his Master may have escaped, yet the Archer and Saber were still locked in combat. However they weren't just causing chaos for no reason. It was so that no one would be able to keep track of Jun and his team as they moved inside the building. Inside Jun had Lorenzo hack the security system, then he himself killed any familiars he found. With mages, it was best to be extremely paranoid.

Saber, keep everyone's attention focused on you. With that out of the way, Jun looked for any signs of a mage. Other than the Overseer, of course. While Jun planned to kill the Overseers when he got the chance, now was not a good time. The battle outside was probably something found in the pits of hell. Though Jun was more concerned with hunting mages at the current moment. For now it seemed like nothing was particularly out of the ordinary. That weird female Overseer wasn't talking anymore, which put Jun on edge. Was she watching him? Had she already alerted any other mages in here to their presence? Silently taking a deep breath, Jun steadied himself. It wouldn't be very good if he went ballistic over speculation.

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[BearBearBear]

Prepare to strike, on my command.

"Χάος" The source of all things, that which gave her authority, much like the Mark of Mastery was for the Words. It wasn't as powerful as the true equivalent Word, but her ability to plunder increased by leaps and bounds. The energy around her was hers as well, to do with as she saw fit it fueled the words on her tongue.

Alexandria was having trouble maintaining her cheer as the boy continued to talk, her own magic being whispered as she watched the boy and his folly. It was either ignorance of stupidity guiding his tongue and Alexandria could never stomach either during her time with the Alchemists. She was trying to be a bit more forgiving, it was obvious that he was not supposed to be dragged into this mess, but his eyes told a different story. She would have them, in time, but they spoke of an initiate at the very least, and yet he spoke as if he had never known the moonlit world and simple rule that governed it.

To be a Magus is to walk with Death.

And that was exactly what the child was doing as he continued to provoke her ire.

"Προμηθεύς " Heightened sight, an incantation that allowed her to see more clearly, as well as see further. It was a spell she used both on herself, as well as Dorian and Assassin. It never hurt to have just that other mental edge against an enemy.

Truly, weren't her instructions so simple that even idiots should have no trouble following them? Alexandria asked for the device under his arm, a mobile computer, but apparently that was a signal for the boy to fiddle with it. Up to no good, no doubt. If she couldn't correct whatever he had done with a wave of her hand then she would have killed him where he stood and taken Caster for herself. It wasn't like she didn't have the capacity for a few more servants and learning from a Caster was always a welcome opportunity. She had heard from the grapevine that a servant was the reason Runes and Words were brought back into the world, so she was a bit curious as to what this one could offer her.

At the very least, she knew it was of the Church.

And then, of course, Saber waltzed in.

Assassin, change targets. Priority is Saber's Master. Alexandria could see the link, however faintly it glowed. Even if she couldn't tell where exactly the enemy master was, she knew that they were present and more likely nearby. There was a very, very, very, small chance of the enemy being at par with Dorian, or worse even her, but it was not the time to be proud. If there was even the slightest chance that there were other Hunters about, then she would need every Mystery she was allowed to use to come out alive. Strike to dismember if you see any opportunity and take the command seals, don't hesitate to return to me if you find none, and remember to be careful. If the enemy masters are as strong as I fear then they may be more than enough to kill you.

Dorian had prepared to confront Saber and Caster had once more challenged her words after the Saber presented herself. It was nice to note that he could no longer feel Assassin if he thought that she was still trained on him... Or maybe Assassin moved late. It didn't matter, it wasn't like he was the priority anyway. It was obvious that his powers were much younger than she gave them credit for and even if Alexandria valued all knowledge, if it was something she could learn, say directly from her church records, then it wasn't that important anymore. She didn't reply to either Caster or the Master, but she did continue to prepare her magic and whisper the Words.

Alexandria wasn't surprised anymore when the Overseer called for Dorian's head.

"Αἰγίς " A bulwark even beyond her first barrier. If the former guarded against the will of the spirits, this enchantment borrowed from them and bolstered others of its kind. Again, the enchantment covered all three of them,granting each of them a strong shield, bolstering the first enchantment and even other mysteries that empowered them.

It made things simpler for them; she didn't need to speak with those thieves anymore though she would have liked it if she was sure they wouldn't all come at her. If she ever went against the Overseer, cooperation among all the other masters was all but ensured, but she had promised to aid Dorian and until he goes back on his word, she would not betray hers. It was a shame, at the end of it all; she had hoped to remain on the sidelines and simply wait for the Greater Grail to rise. It took four servants to allow it to manifest and after seeing it she would simply contact Triten and ask for sanctuary, but now that plan was all but scraped.

It was... strange to see the master's stupidity working in her favor, and she was forced to conclude that he was ignorant rather that stupid, but she would still take from him: Alexandria wanted his eyes if she could help it, and she would have them eventually, though maybe she wouldn't have to kill him. To his credit, it was wise for him not to have struck Dorian with whatever Caster granted him. She knew what magi of her caliber were capable of and she had no doubt in her mind that if she could repel such a spell with ease, it was a simple matter for Dorian to do the same.

The Saber was, predictable and her attitude made it clear that Alexandria made the right choice. She was confident that she would be able to keep Saber occupied long enough for Assassin to kill her master. With Dorian factored into the equation, there was a possibility that they would win even if Assassin failed her mission. Caster leaving tipped things even further in their favor, especially when she made sure his blessing would endure even as the servant had gone. The raw mana left in the area was intoxicating, even when she invoked powers beyond the Current Era there was more than enough power in the air to go even further.

"Ἥλιος Ἀπολλύων."

Maybe she would experiment later, but for now, she saw that someone presented herself as an open target. Alexandria brought her circuits to life with the utterance of the Word, and once more the Age of the Gods would grace the current era if only for a little while.

No circle was needed, the aria was sufficient, and the spell itself, instantaneous. The light of Caster's Departure returned, its intensity increasing seven-fold as it was focused before a beam of pure light was flung at Saber. It was the perfect marriage of their two magics, a holy destroyer formed from the light from on high and the ancient god of the sun granting it enough mystery that it would make even the top five Ancestors pause.

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[Azure Sky]

Dorian Barthomeloi​

Can't say I was not expecting that...

Surely, the Overseer would want Dorian dead. Why wouldn't she? He was an outsider that tilted the scales of this twisted war. Caster's master was quite kind-hearted, despite his looks and demanour, while Caster's buffs where highly appreciated. With his own buffs Dorian pretty much had the equivalent of a D rank in Strength, Endurance and Agility, but with Caster's buffs they'd reach close to C rank. He could feel it. Probably not enough to win a fight against a Saber-class Servant, but enough to defend himself. It was a shame they left though. Dealing with Saber would have been easier.

And of course Saber would underestimate him. He constantly challenged opponents that should have been stronger than him, and yet they always remained frustrated because they couldn't really kill him, or truly defeat him in combat. Was it because of Dorian's higher skill? He had great skill, indeed, but that was not the reason. It was knowledge. Knowledge was power. Most didn't fully understand the applications of his Origin Magic, thus didn't know how to counter it. It was nothing complicated really, but most opponents he faced never bothered to study the laws of physics, specifically the full spectrum of what "energy" entails. And he was not stupid enough to just explain his powers to his opponents like most people did in those popular Japanese comics and cartoons.

"I am merely a nameless magus, the same way you are a nameless Saber." No, he would not bother to give his name to Saber. He didn't particularly respect the Servant for her power, desired no alliance, and was 100% certain she'd not be the type from which he could gather information. Nonetheless, Dorian found it amusing that the Servant belived his previous chant for releasing the sword from the pen was actually a sentence addressed to her. He wouldn't bother explaining that, though.

Shortly after he said that, Alexandria prepared her assault. Hasty, that woman. Dorian would still remain in his defensive position, with one small addition to his already prepared arsenal.

"Life is merely a... perpetuum mobile." Short aria, for a Reality Marble with a small area of effect. "Law of Movement!" On a 5-meter radius around him several transparent spheres where formed, and started rotating around him. They had no purpose and they were intangible, their only purpose being that they where proof of the fact that he activated this particular magecraft.

"Don't get me wrong, Saber. I said I am subpar and entertaining, but I will not die by your hands. That I assure you."

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[Misuteeku]

Assassin
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"Understood."

It was time to unleash her noble phantasm. Her birthright would be used to pave her master's way. Though she had abandoned for the love of her life, it still persisted through her 'blood.' Even if it did bring of terrible mistakes she had committed it will not deter her. "The setting is deep into past," The distorted voice now gone. In it's voice now contained a soft beautiful tone. This is also due to her 'Innocent Monster C-' skill but for a completely different reason. Through her true identity will it become clear on who she was.

"Where the gods have existed, and fairies thrived freely in the woods." An image of a black dressed fairy came to her mind. It was a fleeting moment before the image was gone. It was doubtful that it was still there after all this time. If anything there would be at least a possibility of an inferior copy of it emerging along with the castle. Again, it was doubtful for it to emerge along with Noble Phantasm.

"The exact time is unknown, but it is bright as day." A warm feeling flowed within the catacombs. It was nice feeling of a sun's sunshine rays. "Though one could not tell as one was inside a flower." With that a black space consumed everything around Assassin. Up to thirty yards where it consumed everyone within the catacombs. Regardless on how elevated they were, they were caught inside the expanding darkness.

"This flower is my birthright, my love, my kingdom." Assassin started to feel energized. The feeling that she had wanted to feel for such a long time... Now was the time. "Let it's name be known throughout time! Royaume Des Fleurs Rouges!" In that instant everything that was within range of Assassin noble phantasm was brought in. The poison, stone, everything that was in the catacombs had vanished. What replaced it were huge roots that scattered around the place. These roots were what the castle made out of. From the walls, the roof, everything consisted of these roots. They were also in a variety of colors into order to make it look 'normal' even though it was clear as day the floor was made out of roots. Countless of roses grew everywhere. From the chandelier to the candles. They all glowed red as Assassin grew in power. For Garden of Roses A empowers her whenever she's nearby bushes of roses.

Everyone was positioned in a certain place. Her masters and the enemy servant were in the ballroom. Everyone else was in the halls, Assassin as well.

Her presence now concealed for her noble phantasm has granted her Presence Concealment B, she started her onslaught. "No one shall leave here alive to witness this beauty of mine!" The voice echoed throughout the entire kingdom. At the sound of that the ground started to shake. Roots emerged and slammed down upon the enemies. The smaller ones came and went in an attempt to drain the enemies prana. Assassin, herself ran at the enemies. At speeds that could not be told, she started to slaughter squads for her master. After all what else could she of done better?

Meanwhile in the ballroom roots began sprouting in order to give Alexandria cover. Though it was a C rank noble phantasm it used a lot of mana. With only using Assassin's mana alone it would last for at least five minutes.


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Name: Royaume Des Fleurs Rouges, The Kingdom of Roses.
Rank:C
Type: Anti-Lover
Description: A reality marble that changes the surroundings into the beast's kingdom of roses. It has a thirty yard radius, and anything that gets caught in it is transported into the Kingdom of Roses. From there Assassin is gains the advantage over people who have married. It also gives her, in her beast form, Presence Concealment B. Garden Of Roses is also permanently on until the Kingdom Of Roses runs out. At best it'll last five minutes.

Stats

Strength: B++
Endurance: A
Agility: EX?
Magical Energy: A+
Luck: A
Noble Phantasm: C

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[Gaius Danius Griinia]

So this was the power of an Assassin? Jun could only laugh. It seems he still had a lot to learn if he wanted his abilities to come close to hers. Although as a Heroic Spirit, she would still rank higher in power regardless of how much he trained. The men and puppets in front of him were completely decimated by Assassin. While he threw a buttload of explosives at her, she seemed to swat them aside. He had come in here with a small squad of assassins and dolls in order to move stealthily among the halls of the dead. It would seem he was very mistaken in his planning. As a vine pierced his side, he saw shattered ceramic fall to the floor. Another vine came and took his arm, then his leg. Finally, he felt a vine slam down onto his chest. With a wry smile on his face, Jun Hyuga died at the hands of Assassin....

Or he would have, had he not emptied a bank account for a custom work by Touko Aozaki. Coughing up a pool of blood, Jun gets up and falls into Jin's arms. "So you wasted 30,000,000Y on a puppet body?" asked a curious Jin. "With Lorenzo's Archive Magic, Jun could transfer his consciousness into the puppet from here" replied Veronica as she stepped out from the shadows. "If we went in there with dolls alone. The Overseers and the Masters would have known what was up" Phoebe seemed to be understanding Jun's plan. "I still...failed....to....kill... a single...Master" said a regretful Jun. "Seeing Jun fight tooth and nail should have convinced everyone he WAS there. The sensory link between real and puppet Jun meant he could feel pain, which only gave them further evidence to his presence" Lorenzo gave Jun some water.

The Tortellini Family was known for their Archive Magic. It allowed them to keep mental records of anything they knew concerning magecraft. It could also be used to send information directly to another person. Lorenzo and his father, Alfonzo refined this technique into Mind Transfer and Mind Domination respectively. While Lorenzo used his magecraft to send the mind of his target elsewhere, Alfonzo used it to brainwash people. Obtaining a lifelike replica of himself from Aozaki was both expensive and potentially fatal. She had Jun and his crew take care of a few guys from the Church who had been "Bothering" her. They had barely escaped with their lives... Still, they succeeded and Aoko made them a few puppets, with the puppet of Jun being her most expensive piece. The plan was to kill himself, the surrounding Masters and maybe the Servants with a magic explosive should he fail to properly kill any of his targets. At the very last second, he could break his connection to the puppet and get away safely. Unfortunately they had failed to take into account that Assassins Noble Phantasm would be so powerful. Throwing up over the edge of the building, the remaining assassins escorted Jun away from the area. Mind Transfer only worked a certain distance away from the body that was being controlled. They were only just beyond the edge of detection from the Overseers, atop a building a short ways away from the Catacombs.

Saber... I failed you....

Xel Misuteeku The One Eyed Bandit