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[LostHaven]

:0 Shadowverse dropped even more Fate/Stay Night leaders! My wallet is gone...


I also find it hilarious that Berserker is Havencraft, the healey priest class and Gilgamesh is the forestcraft leader, the one with fairies and shit. They also couldn't get a new runecraft leader so now we have 2 different Rin runecraft leaders xDDD

 

[LostHaven]

We're gonna build a wall, it's going to be a great big beautiful wall from sea to shining sea. And the turks are gonna pay for it!

Wait, are dragons 'Creatures of the Night'?

 

[Dante Verren]

Ended up coming up with ideas for a post so I managed to make it before I went to sleep. Hanarei and I agreed to have had the summoning take place before the first post.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Wait, are dragons 'Creatures of the Night'?

I wouldn't say so...though you'll have to ask Jean Otus

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Is it still possible to create a master?

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Is it still possible to create a master?

Yes.

 

[simj26]

XD That is true. Almost every assassin with a gun I've seen in a rp is the White Death.

I mean there are other gunmen out there with a rifle, right? Plenty of other popular snipers out there. The fact is that you guys are very close-minded.

 

[Ian Temero]

Is it still possible to create a master?

Please do!

 

[LostHaven]

Is it still possible to create a master?

We are desperately short on masters.

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Nice, now I just need to figure out what kind of magic she’ll have. Does age have any relation to magic or something? Like, does it get stronger with age or weaker? Planning to make a granny mage.

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Nice, now I just need to figure out what kind of magic she’ll have. Does age have any relation to magic or something? Like, does it get stronger with age or weaker? Planning to make a granny mage.

I'm pretty sure that'd rely on how much they train and how well that training goes

 

[Nenma Takashi]

It has now come to my attention that the Darkness Caretaker's fc is Sakamoto team Light you may now proceed to be jealousy

 

[Takumi98]

I mean there are other gunmen out there with a rifle, right? Plenty of other popular snipers out there. The fact is that you guys are very close-minded.
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I've seen someone play Theodore Roosevelt as an Archer, which was rather interesting imho. That was for that fgo rp that never really took off sadly.

Also uh...started on a wip master sheet QuirkyAngel

 

[Xel]

What's the date? We need DATES! So until I get one it's unofficially september 15th.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

What's the date? We need DATES! So until I get one it's unofficially september 15th.

Whenever you want, I think.

 

[Xel]

Alrighty, long-winded post full of bullshit but goddamnit there's only so many ways to justify a summon for someone who doesn't know anything about the war.

P.S. Save me Rider-twins!

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

And that gag isn't there because it's my fetish!

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[Xel]

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The verbal component of spell casting is important and a tried and true tested method of magus-ing. Obviously it must be stopped.

 

[wdinatx]

Alrighty, long-winded post full of bullshit but goddamnit there's only so many ways to justify a summon for someone who doesn't know anything about the war.

P.S. Save me Rider-twins!

Your post reeks of protagonist flags.

 

[Xel]

Your post reeks of protagonist flags.

I don't see it.

 

[wdinatx]

I don't see it.

Your practically Ayaka.

 

[Xel]

Your practically Ayaka.

I'm not following.

 

[wdinatx]

Vita RichterSeptember 15th - 7pm​

"Seeya later!" The redheaded teen called out, giving a wave to a pair of similarly aged girls as they parted ways at an intersection. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon and as much as she enjoyed hanging out with her friends it was time to get home. Turning on her heel she deftly whipped out her cellphone and thumbed in the password as she began her solo trek back home. With her eyes more glued to the screen than the path in front of her she couldn't help but notice the white symbols on her hand. They'd been there for a couple weeks now and thus far she had managed to hide them, but no matter what she did she couldn't get them off. While she wasn't outright against the idea of tattoos she sure as hell didn't want one so tacky, and in such an awful spot. Seeing those markings just made her agitated and that agitation culminated in a deep sigh along with a shake of her head.

With renewed focus she scrolled through the usual inanity of social media, keeping current on the happenings of celebrities and those she followed. She was in the midst of typing up a post when she suddenly pumped into something causing her to bounce back and nearly drop her phone. Her eyes shot up to see that it was a man she had ran into and quickly spat out an "I'm sorry!" While backing up to put a few feet between them. The man, for his part, didn't seem that upset. Rather, his gaze was locked firmly on her hand, a fact that she quickly took notice of and pulled her sleeve down to cover it. Clutching her phone she gave the man a quick nod and strode passed him, only offering him a quick glance once she had passed before continuing on. Vita hadn't gotten more than ten feet before the man did a half-turn, speaking for the first time. "Quite an interesting mark, isn't it, Miss?" The remark caused her to stop in her tracks and look back at him, her eyes narrowing. He clearly knew something she didn't, not that she'd let that on that easily. So with a small laugh she looked down at her hand and nodded. "It's all the rage now days, every girl's getting one."

The man simply shook his head, turning to face the girl fully. "Come now, Miss, we both know such a mark is hardly something as benign as that. Allow me to be frank, that power does not belong in the hands of some no-name child." The man extended a hand out to her, almost invitingly if not for his words. "Allow me to take it off your hands. Believe me you do not wish to keep them." She glanced down at the white markings again at his words. If he could get the stupid thing off that'd be a huge help for her. But then she didn't like how he went on about power and the like. After a few seconds of staring at her hand she lowered it, cupping it in her other hand to hide the mark as she looked back at the man. "You can take it off?" A smile crept along the man's lips as he took a step forward. "Well of course I can! Any self-respecting magi could." Yeah, that didn't sound fishy at all. All on the up and up here. And while she might have been curious and cautious about the weird things he was saying, the promise of getting that stupid tattoo off was a bit too tempting.

"Alright, fine. I don't want the thing anyways, so if you can take it off you can have it. But how do you plan on doing that? I've tried everything already." The man took another step forward, extending his hands outward. "Everything? I highly doubt that, Miss. As talented as one your age might be there is still a world of difference between you and I. But such a task is not one to be performed on the open streets." As if to make his point a car drove past the two, lightning them up briefly before continuing on to it's destination. "Don't tell me you expect me to go with you to some secluded spot or something." She couldn't help but scoff at the idea, she wasn't some dumb little kid who'd follow a stranger for the promise of candy. Especially not someone as sketchy as this guy. "Of course not. At least, not willingly." And in that moment his smile grew wider and he snapped his fingers. The only thing that could go through her mind was a simple "I knew it!", but before she could even react she felt her body growing heavy. Her eyelids fluttered and she struggled to maintain consciousness. Within mere seconds she was already collapsed on the sidewalk.

With a groan her eyes slowly opened, she felt groggy, tired. It took her several long seconds to get her bearings, soon realizing that she wasn't at home, or the school, or her friends house. She was in some cold cement room. The only furnishings being the chair she was strapped to and a table full of books, papers, and tools off to the side. Upon realizing this her eyes shot open, her body snapping to full alert. Just as quickly she realized she couldn't move, her arms and legs were held tightly to the chair by some kind of glowing rope and her mouth was held open and relatively silent by a similarly glowing gag. The noise of her awakening must have garnered her captor's attention as he soon made his way over to her. "Ah, the young Magus rejoins us! You have impeccable timing, Miss. I just finished preparations to transfer your Command Seals." He looked down at the rather ornately drawn magic circle beneath them. Candles were strategically placed along the rim with Vita directly at it's center. She tried to speak, to shout, but all that came out were quiet muffled sounds that wouldn't wake a sleeping dog in the corner. "Now now, my Dear. I am doing precisely what you wanted. You said yourself that you did not want them. However, I must confess. While I do indeed have a means of removing your Command Seals, the method leaves much to be desired. You see, it's excruciatingly painful. I've heard that one would rather be killed outright than endure it. But they were surely embellishing. Even so, it will be quite unpleasant and will likely result in rendering you scarred for the remainder of your life. But that is a small price to pay for ensuring my place in a Grail War, don't you agree?"

Vita simply sat there, her eyes wide as the man regaled her with the horrid situation she was in. As soon as it sunk in she began her thrashing and screaming with renewed vigor. Even with the gag her muffled screams echoed throughout the cellar. The man let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose at the display. "Calm down, Miss. There is not a single soul around to hear you." His words, accompanied with the lack of someone coming to check on the noise, caused her to quiet down and refocus on the man. With the gag in her mouth she could only breathe through her nose and in her current state that was quickly leading to hyperventilation. Still, she had to calm herself down. She had more than your average girl after all, and her panicked gaze quickly shifted to a defiant, angered glare at the man. "Is this the stages of grief, perhaps? No matter. You may hate me all you wish, but it was not I who placed those marks on you." The man turned to the table, fetching a book and scrolling to a page towards it's middle. All the while Vita held her glare, her entire form seemingly radiating heat as the fluttering fire from the candles began to whip into a frenzy.

Within moments the fire was pulled from the candles, snaking it's way into long trails as it flowed towards Vita before lancing out at the man. He let out his own surprised cry as he quickly summoned forth a defensive barrier to block the attack. If he had been just a second slower he would be nothing more than a charred corpse but instead he managed with only minor burns and an angered scowl on his face. "I have a multitude of barriers and seals in place to ensure you can not cast any spells! And that gag isn't there because it's my fetish! How the hell did you manage to conjure up those flames!?" He screamed as he stormed towards her, grabbing a handful of her hair to raise her head to look her in the eye. She held her defiant glare all the while. The two held their little staring contest for a few seconds before he roughly let go and adjusted his top. "No matter, once I'm finished your circuits wont be able to handle magic of any kind."

The man snatched the book up from the table and made his way to stand in front of Vita, keeping an eye on her at all times. He held his free hand out over the girl and began reciting some incantation from the book. The moment he started speaking Vita's eyes shot wide and even through the gag a blood-curdling scream could be heard. Her entire body pulled and strained against the bindings holding her down. It felt as if every nerve in her body was being simultaneously boiled and frozen. The cellar became awash with swirling winds, the flames of the candles being snuffed out as loose papers soared in the torrent. As the agony wracking her body crested ever higher a blinding light bathed the entire room and as quickly as the whirlwind started it was cast aside.

Mysterious Cellar
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[Xel]

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I don't understand.

 

[Mion]

To be fair all the masters are the protagonists of their own stories~.