GasMaskie
"Wait and Hope"
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:36px;">Fate/Crossed Souls</span></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:18px;">Live or Die by the Sword</span></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:12px;">What power do you hold in your hands...? Dancing flames, decaying Earth, withered ocean </span></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:14px;">Episode 0</span></span> <strong><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">"Oi, oi. It's time to wake up now. It's time to fulfill your pact." </span></strong></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">That strange, ethereal voice pulls your consciousness back into reality as a wave of sensations floods your head. The bright lights of the city street peeking out from the dirty alleyway. The rough texture of the back alley asphalt. The rancid odor of the dumpsters nearby wafting into your nose. You tilt your head up and see a man clad in clothing as black as the night looking down upon your prone form with a sneer. He moves to light a cigar as his one-eyed gaze remains squarely on you.</span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><img src="<___base_url___>/proxy.php?image=http://static.zerochan.net/The.M.full.184137.jpg&hash=bec8756792293b635634a5ca3a92381f" class="ipsImage" alt="proxy.php?image=http://static.zero" /></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> A Rude Awakening</span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">Slowly, you move your mouth to respond to his strange words, yet no sound comes. You struggle to stand yet the weakness that plagues your arms weighs them down like lead. As your mind fights against your body, the man runs a hand through his spiky hair. He sighs as he pulls the cigar away from his lips and begins to speak. </span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><strong>"Tch. It looks like you're one of those people who laze about for an eternity after waking. I suppose I've got no choice but to start from the beginning with you."</strong></span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> He taps off the smoldering ash from the tip of his cigar. An immediate look of disgust settles on his face as he glances at the implement before taking another puff from it. The man takes a brief look up at the night sky before continuing. </span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><strong>"You. You're someone who's been chosen to fight in a ritual called the Holy Grail War. A foreboding name, isn't it? It's a simple affair really. Summon the long-dead spirits of humanity's heroes as your Servant and eliminate the six other Masters and their Servants. Those who win... well, they get their wish granted by the Grail."</strong></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">The man drops the cigar on the ground, barely finished, and stomps it out. The strength in your neck gives out and your head drops to the black asphalt once more. It's uncomfortably wet, perhaps it rained earlier? You've got no time to ponder it though as you feel a strong grip on your sides as the man pulls you straight up and begins to carry you over his shoulder. You drift back into unconsciousness as he begins to move.</span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/095/5/1/abandoned_warehouse_by_sarahmon-d3db7ut.jpg&key=d7730203a9ac54c51ec48a6410c4e5caa825e5bb280a9cb53e47b644f04b15b7" class="ipsImage" alt="abandoned_warehouse_by_sarahmon-d3db7ut." /></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> A Change in Scenery </span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">When you wake once more for the second time in the middle of the night, you find yourself sitting in a sturdy chair and staring out at the dark interior of a long-abandoned warehouse of sorts. From the dark shadows, the man in black slowly reveals himself. He rolls his shoulder before turning to speak with you once more with that condescending voice of his. It comes slowly, but you soon begin to regain some control over your body. You can speak now, though your voice will be little more than a hesitant whisper in the darkness. </span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><strong>"Unfortunately for you, the Holy Grail War has already begun - the other six have a head-start on you. Luckily for you, it's in my best interest that you survive the next six days. You still look useless, but I'm sure you can talk now. Tell me, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Why do wish to fight?"</strong></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span></p></div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:36px;">Fate/Crossed Souls</span></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:18px;">Live or Die by the Sword</span></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:12px;">What power do you hold in your hands...? Dancing flames, decaying Earth, withered ocean </span></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><span style="font-size:14px;">Episode 0</span></span> <strong><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">"Oi, oi. It's time to wake up now. It's time to fulfill your pact." </span></strong></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">That strange, ethereal voice pulls your consciousness back into reality as a wave of sensations floods your head. The bright lights of the city street peeking out from the dirty alleyway. The rough texture of the back alley asphalt. The rancid odor of the dumpsters nearby wafting into your nose. You tilt your head up and see a man clad in clothing as black as the night looking down upon your prone form with a sneer. He moves to light a cigar as his one-eyed gaze remains squarely on you.</span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><img src="<___base_url___>/proxy.php?image=http://static.zerochan.net/The.M.full.184137.jpg&hash=bec8756792293b635634a5ca3a92381f" class="ipsImage" alt="proxy.php?image=http://static.zero" /></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> A Rude Awakening</span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">Slowly, you move your mouth to respond to his strange words, yet no sound comes. You struggle to stand yet the weakness that plagues your arms weighs them down like lead. As your mind fights against your body, the man runs a hand through his spiky hair. He sighs as he pulls the cigar away from his lips and begins to speak. </span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><strong>"Tch. It looks like you're one of those people who laze about for an eternity after waking. I suppose I've got no choice but to start from the beginning with you."</strong></span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> He taps off the smoldering ash from the tip of his cigar. An immediate look of disgust settles on his face as he glances at the implement before taking another puff from it. The man takes a brief look up at the night sky before continuing. </span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><strong>"You. You're someone who's been chosen to fight in a ritual called the Holy Grail War. A foreboding name, isn't it? It's a simple affair really. Summon the long-dead spirits of humanity's heroes as your Servant and eliminate the six other Masters and their Servants. Those who win... well, they get their wish granted by the Grail."</strong></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">The man drops the cigar on the ground, barely finished, and stomps it out. The strength in your neck gives out and your head drops to the black asphalt once more. It's uncomfortably wet, perhaps it rained earlier? You've got no time to ponder it though as you feel a strong grip on your sides as the man pulls you straight up and begins to carry you over his shoulder. You drift back into unconsciousness as he begins to move.</span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/095/5/1/abandoned_warehouse_by_sarahmon-d3db7ut.jpg&key=d7730203a9ac54c51ec48a6410c4e5caa825e5bb280a9cb53e47b644f04b15b7" class="ipsImage" alt="abandoned_warehouse_by_sarahmon-d3db7ut." /></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> A Change in Scenery </span></p></div>
<p> <span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';">When you wake once more for the second time in the middle of the night, you find yourself sitting in a sturdy chair and staring out at the dark interior of a long-abandoned warehouse of sorts. From the dark shadows, the man in black slowly reveals himself. He rolls his shoulder before turning to speak with you once more with that condescending voice of his. It comes slowly, but you soon begin to regain some control over your body. You can speak now, though your voice will be little more than a hesitant whisper in the darkness. </span> </p>
<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"><strong>"Unfortunately for you, the Holy Grail War has already begun - the other six have a head-start on you. Luckily for you, it's in my best interest that you survive the next six days. You still look useless, but I'm sure you can talk now. Tell me, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Why do wish to fight?"</strong></span><span style="font-family:'Book Antiqua';"> </span></p></div>
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