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[Hanarei]

Prologue ​

Small Port City of Byrjanarsíða, Faroe Islands

11:35 AM - Mostly Cloudy Skies - 7°C​

A rather cool breezed whipped through the docks of the small port city of Byrjanarsíða. The winter months tended to mean less boating activity in general. There were far fewer fisherman about. Tourists were rather sparse during the winter months, leading to the arrival of the various Masters to garnish quite a few looks from the locals. What the locals were talking about was hard for anyone not from the area to understand as they spoke in Faroese between one another. The people weren't typically very hesitant around visitors, though with the news of the rather large volcano eruption in Iceland effectively isolating the nearest landmass and many strange people showing up it wasn't a surprise the locals would be a bit more uneasy.

The ferry boat prepared to take the group over to Iceland looked quite rugged from wear. The ship was barely used during this time of year, What was meant for tourists would instead be used by Magi. Various members of the Mage Association made their way on and off the ship carrying various supplies. With air travel cut off, it was the only way to move supplies in and out of the country. The materials were all kept covered up and hidden. With some of the threats encountered in their attempts to try and unfoil what was going on in Iceland they had come upon many... unusual threats. While they had the servants now to help with their cause, they could use all the tools they could get their hands on to protect the local population from the dangers slowly spilling out through the land.

Two men stood to the sides of the ramp leading onto the ship. The taller dark haired man stood quietly keeping a rather intimidating look on his face seeming to be quite serious in his nature keeping alert observing the ones heading on and off the ship. The other had dark brown hair and a rather scruffy looking beard. A cigarette hung from his lips as he appeared a bit less rigid then his partner. The two of them were part of the Mage Association acting there to ensure no common folk got into the ship unless they were permitted. They knew who the Master's all were having been briefed on their appearance, granted the information the Mage Association had some of them were far from complete.

With the ship set to sale in a half hour, it left the Masters only a short window of time to board the ship and find a room in which they might stay for the night in what would be at least a 19 hour trip. There would be plenty of time for the Master's and their Servants to mingle if they so desired.

Dante Verren JulesX Jean Otus xAlter CrimsonEclipse BecToTheFuture Birdsie Dalamus Ulom Misuteeku Kyrenka Han JiHyo SAIGO-NO-HEATS Atrophia Sanguinis

 

[xAlter]

Maybe her father was right. Maybe joining this task force with complete strangers, and other magus to boot was a bad idea. I mean, sure this was going to be an enlightening and bloody hell fest of a battle, but what was a few wounds in the face of pleasure? Sighing to herself, Viera Nox, heir of the Nox clan could only stare at the ship she was to be embarking on to reach the Icelandic island. The piece of trash was in worse wear than her workshop after a misfired fire spell. Now that was an explosion. Papers got obliterated, the walls were all blackened, all the furniture was either ash, or burnt completely. Not to mention her master was half naked after. Okay… maybe this was a bad idea. Looking back at her servant she could definitely say it was a bad idea.

Looking at her servant, Saber - she was happy about that - Viera could only groan in frustration when she summoned him. I mean sure he was quite handsome, in a roguish sort of way, but his constant switch of personas was off putting. However, when she viewed some of his memories during the brief dream cycles she had, Viera could say her servant was quite different from what stories said. If anything, he was better off as his true self than the stories. “I hate authors…” she muttered to herself as she walked towards the ferry. While walking, Viera came too enraptured in her own thought to take care of the outside world.

This whole situation was a complete and utter fuckfest of the grandest order. The Holy Grail War, the original one, was totally destroyed and/or corrupted by something. Apparently monsters and creatures of the supernatural were terrorizing locals. Also a giant dark red dome of death was appearing too! Wonderful. And now, here was Viera, with a servant to boot, about to board a shitty, rickety boat to possibly her death, could only sigh out one last thing. “I need a drink…” Walking up the ramp and looking at the two ‘bodyguards’, Viera only shouldered her way past, only pausing to make sure Saber was behind her.

Hanarei Jean Otus

 

[Birdsie]

Lancer​

Lancer stepped softly, no weapon visible. He was hunched over, stalking his prey and intending to take it on unarmed, with no spear to speak of. Lancer stands on top of the building, on one of the rooftops in the port. With the agility of a beast, his legs hop gently onto the slippery railing of a metallic staircase down, yet he maintains his balance in a squatting position. He observes his prey, and it is still unaware. Lancer awaits the right opportunity to strike and...

...

...

...

WOOSH! In the time it takes to blink, Lancer leaps like a wild monster and hits his intended target.

With his legs, he cracks apart the helpless soda machine, which spits out countless cans of soda. Lancer scooped up many of them, one for himself, one for his Master, and a few others for whomever he deemed worthy of such a liquid and flees the scene before any normies arrived and saw what happened.

Lancer waves at the Magi Association lackeys near the sides of the ramp and throws a can to the one who looked like he was chill.

Lancer stopped, then spun around.

"Did someone say they need a drink?" Lancer walked up to the woman, who he presumed to be some other Servant's Master, and offered her a can of soda. "Here you go!"

Hanarei Jean Otus xAlter

 

[Dante Verren]

Fredrik Nygaard
​

The holy grail war, what an honor it was to be selected by the great grail to fight for a chance to have any wish granted to the winner. World peace, immortality, and even communicating with the dead. The grail could do it all. At least it use to be able to but now since it was corrupted and all the mages association needed seven masters to summon seven servants to fight for a fake grail to save the real grail from seven corrupted masters and their seven servants. What kind of mess had Fredrik landed himself in this time? Of course he wanted the glory, the thrill ,and more importantly the wish, but why was it that he was chosen? Oh well that was stuff to think about later.

Stopping on the dock in front of what looked to be an almost run down fishing boat that was suppose to be their transport to iceland, Fredrik couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Was this really the best the mage association could do for them? He raised his right hand and lightly ran his finger tips on the Cross pinned to his left shoulder, glanced behind him to make sure the rifle was still on his back, and finally pushed his glasses up back into place.

Just as he was about to head onto the boat a foul tempered woman stepped onto the ramp and shouldered her way past the two men onto the boat. Apparently he had just gotten a glimpse of another master. A second later someone who looked like they were in their early teenage years boarded the boat as well leaving Fredrik to wonder how a master could possibly be so young. Deciding he should get on the boat before anyone else could he walked towards the ramp, greeted the two man standing by with a "Good morning gentlemen" and stepped onto the boat.

Taking a look around Fredrik decided that the best course of action was to secure a room for him and caster before the others could, they would mingle later. Heading below deck Fredrik would look around at the different rooms, and finally deciding on one towards the beginning of the hall by the stairs. "Well caster is this room satisfactory for you?" he asked his servant.
Han JiHyo Birdsie Hanarei xAlter

 

[Misuteeku]

Rider could only just blankly look at the sky, knees on the ground. Things were already at a great start for her, as she attempted to kill and fail at killing at of the Japanese masters/servants. She sighed as took another smoke out of her Kiseru. Looking towards the left she blew out the smoke, and returned staring at the sky. Though it was rather cloudy, it held a special type of peace that she would never obtain. Nor would her father obtain that peace she'd thought.

Though there was bad blood right now with current events. When they managed her to stop crying, she ended up overacting by attacking everyone on sight. Thankfully a servant subdued her before she was able to conduct any damage. Another puff out of her kiseru left her wandering. Would she survive fighting against the altered servants? The chances were not likely, given that she was summoned into the Rider class and was already a weak person in life.

Wherever her master was she didn't care. If he died because of the other servants started to back stab them, oh well. She couldn't care about what happened to him. All she needed right now was to mourn for the death of her father. Standing right up she began to look for something that she could offer up to him. Though if she won the Holy Grail War somehow, she would most definitely fulfill his wish. Tears drops fell out of Rider's eyes though her face didn't match up, being expressionless.

 

[Jean Otus]

Saber had been shadowing his master ever since they joined up with the group on the Ferry. It was not the first time he had played bodyguard to precious cargo after all. Plus the isolation helped keep his other persona in check. So long as there wasn't any provocation, he should be able to keep that loudmouthed child under wraps and not embarrass himself. It hurt his head to restrain himself, especially as images not of his own life, but of Dumas' stories and their many adaptations swam in his mind, parading amongst his real memories. He would keep them shut away for now.

He stared pensively at his master as he followed behind her. She was apparently royalty, though not the sort he had known during his life. She looked more like a pirate from a swashbuckling opera. She acted a bit like a pirate too. Apparently, four hundred years had robbed royalty of the poise and manners they had once been famous for. Still, her wish was a noble one, and for that, he willingly accepted her as his master.

There was a sudden whoosh of air as a small boy dropped out of the heavens on to the vending machine, cracking it open and pulling out can after can of the drinks within. Saber jumped so much he almost bit off the tip of his own tongue. In an instant, he felt his hand fly to the rapier at his side, and a cocky grin spread across his face. He would challenge this blackguard to a duel and end his shenanigans forthright!

His better nature barely took hold before he started an open battle on the small ferry. Instead, he clapped both gloved hands over his mouth, which still tried to scream out boisterous challenges. Bowing slightly to his master's ear, he muttered a polite "Excuse me, Master." before running to the upper deck and screaming at the ocean from the bow of the ship.

xAlter Birdsie
(Anyone on the deck of the ferry)

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Clovis sighed a little as he would slowly make his way up the ferry's ramp. He had been informed that their new so called "grail" would, more than likely, end up giving them all rather... odd servants, but he had not been aware of what, ah, extremes, the word "odd" could cover. Such thoughts would pass through his mind as he witnessed what was undoubtedly another servant scream at the top off his lungs from the bow of the ship, and, of course, his own servants antics. Of course, his had never as bad as the screaming one. Oh sure, he was a bit childish, but then, considering who he was, it wasn't much of a surprise.

Early death tends to cause such stuntings of growth.

Kind of like coffee. Only with more pain.

With a little sigh, Clovis would put his most fatherly expression on, and turn to his servant. "Lancer, I gave you that money for a reason. You aren't supposed to just attack vending machines and take what you want. You need to pay it for it's services, okay?" He would tell the young man, a slightly stern look on his face. He knew that Lancer needed something of a father figure, so decided that, clearly, he needed to fill that role to the best of his abilities.

Birdsie xAlter Jean Otus

 

[xAlter]

Viera nearly jumped from her boots when a young voice, positively male, asked if she needed a drink. Looking to the source of the voice, Viera was stunned to see a boy with a soda, a smashed vending machine, and a sighing old man. Maybe the man wasn’t that old, but still, his hair was gray. Accepting the offered soda, she cracked it open and took a sip. “Thank you.” she responded with a small smile. It wasn’t the type of drink she wanted, but it would do.

“So this is probably one of the servants summoned, and that is probably a master…” she thought to herself seeing as they were currently heading towards the ferry as well. She watched the man admonish the child, reminding her of when she was admonished by her teachers and mentors alike. She was once more interrupted from her thoughts when Saber suddenly left to scream. “Saber…” she sighed out.

Looking at her fleeing servant, Viera only shook her head in exasperation. The moment was even worse when a loud scream was heard from the bow of the ship.

Viera turned to the old man and gave a quick bow. “My name is Viera Nox. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” she said cordially to the man. “I assume you are this boy’s master. You did indeed call him Lancer, which is quite an odd name for a son, so I can only assume he is the Lancer class servant.”

Birdsie Dalamus Ulom Jean Otus

 

[Birdsie]

Lancer​

Lancer's face shifted in shame. He looked down, shuffling his feet. "Sorry... sorry..."

He looked up at his Master, with an excuse: "Modern technology is confusing! I'm used to hunting for food! You know, disemboweling a beast and then taking chunks of meat and stirring them in a pot with its blood as soup! I saw someone getting a drink out of one vending machine and I wanted it too, but I didn't know how to operate one, so I just did what I do best!..."

... Lancer smiled with narrow eyes. "I smashed it. Have a drink, Master!" Lancer handed Clovis a can of soda.

And then, Viera introduced herself. Lancer didn't like women. It's not for their gender. Lancer was definitely one who believed in gender equality, and since he was raised by a woman, it was only natural he'd treat ladies with respect, but it's just that their... well... assets were a weird, alien existence for him. It made him nervous for some reason. He could never explain it. Regardless, Lancer smiled at Viera, deciding the only way to respond to an introduction is to introduce himself.

"Yup! My name is..." Lancer, who was happy and gleeful at first, paused. His eyes widened and shock filled his face. "C... C..." he tried to say something, but couldn't.

He stopped, thinking about what's happening. "Ah, I forgot. I can't tell you! My parents told me to never tell my name to anyone. Stranger danger and all that. It's all for my good. And my parents have a... mystical persuasion, you know?" he said, aggressively suggesting his identity since he couldn't say it outright. "You could say my dad had a... divine magnetism."

With a sigh, Lancer stopped. "Trying to hint is useless."

xAlter Dalamus Ulom Jean Otus

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Hell. A cold hell was what this place was. Oh, yes, the view was magnificent and all the colors were earthy and green but it was so cold. Why couldn't have the Grail emerged somewhere else? Like Hawaii? At least there Narcisa would've been able to have fruity drinks and wear flip flops around while trying to flirt with some random hot beach boy. Then again, sandals were not the ideal footwear for something like this. This "war" was the ultimate test, her father had said. A way for her to hone her abilities further and perhaps test them on others. The thing was, nothing was really standard, not that she personally knew, about this grail. Good thing she could adapt; to anything but the cold.

Narcisa wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell of the seaside. She was clad in a blue poofy jacket and white pants, her main defense against this unsufferable environment. To top it all off, she had a beanie with little knitted viking horns coming out of it. As she walked across the ramp, she willed herself not to look down nor think about falling. While her clothes were water proof, falling into the icy water wasn't something on her to do list.

On board the ferry, Narcisa sighed and looked over at those who were also on board. Somebody screaming from the bow of the ship made her jump and grip the railing with gloved hands in alarm. A woman was shaking her head in exasperation and Narcisa had the keen feeling that this could be how life was now. With a bunch of oddballs and random screaming. Lovely. It'd be just like home.

There was another young male servant on the boat which intrigued Narcisa. Assassin appeared to be around the age of the lad with canned drinks. This made her wonder if all the summoned servants were adolescents. "What do you think, Assassin?" She asked aloud, so wherever her servant was, he could hear her. She knew he'd be close; he had kept a rather strict guard on her and Narcisa would've chafed under it she weren't used to her brothers keeping watch over her. Especially around other men.

SAIGO-NO-HEATS @ anyone else on the deck

 

[Han JiHyo]

CASTER

As was proper for one of his position, Caster stood at his Master's right side and two steps behind, following quietly along even as he took in their surroundings, a folded bamboo fan tapping against the palm of his left hand to a rhythm only he could hear. The cold breeze didn't bother him much even if he was dressed lighter than the man he shadowed and he blatantly ignored the stares cast upon them by normal humans. Even the meandering Magus weren't spared anything beyond the initial glance. No, what hoarded most of his attention was the land he was currently standing on and the destination they were heading towards in less than a day's time. Iceland...it wasn't a place he had the privilege to experience yet, either before or after his death. Granted, it didn't say much seeing as he spent his entire life living in the Eastern Lands. But the west was...fascinating, he supposed. In culture if not its arts. So very different from what he is used to. Speaking of different...

His contemplating gaze travelled back to his Master for a second. Summoned by a Master who was rational and even-tempered was a pleasure he hadn't had in quite a while. Fredrik Nygaard, from Caster's multiple observations and analysis after their interactions, was a good man at heart on top of it all. Good enough that Caster didn't see a problem adhering to the other's command. Mayhaps in the far future something might change, but for now, he gladly served.

Although...this temporary alliance made between the seven Masters and their uncorrupted Servants was unprecedented, the heroic spirit tempered down the unease stirring in his chest. The Grail War will proceed as per normal once the corruption has been taken care of. He simply needed to ensure his Master survived long enough to get his hands on the Grail and the wish. Ah, the wish. Bane of the War. Until now, Caster was partially sceptical if his wish could be fulfilled but he was a patient man. He could wait - had waited for this long already. Now his Master, on the other hand, had a comparatively simpler wish. It was well within the Grail's ability.

The brief pause in their step upon beholding the vessel that was to transport them to their destination brought Caster out of his musing, and the flash of disappointment from his Master caused the Servant mild amusement. There was logic in not using a larger, more attention-grabbing ship, he supposed, for it would provide an obvious target should anyone look to take out as many Masters and uncorrupted Servants in one sweep. Underhanded tactics didn't exist in war, after all. Results are what matters more.

Giving the two men stationed at the sides of the ship's ramp curt nods of acknowledgement, Caster filed the woman and male youth in front of Fredrik away as potential Masters or Servants. It would serve his Master good if Caster was able to discern other Servants' classes first, then have a go at cracking their true identities. Of course, the latter would have to wait until some abilities - or Noble Phantasms - were displayed in combat. Following his Master below deck, he scanned the relatively small interior from top to bottom, mind working to catalogue emergency exits and various other shortcuts to the deck or out the boat should anything happen.

His Master ended up choosing a room next to the stairs leading to the deck, which weighted equally with the room on the far end in Caster's mind. Both had the least obstacles in their path and ensured they only had one occupant next to them, one provided quick escape via stairs while the other via smashing through the side to get out. Thinking over the pros and cons, Caster bowed his head in agreement with Fredrik, seeing no point in giving his reasoning. The mage should think for himself. Only if Caster deemed it necessary would be provide advise. Otherwise, he would be robbing the man a chance to learn and grow.

"A wise choice, Master. I find the room satisfactory." There was only one bed in the small, sparsely furnished area. "Shall we head above deck now that our accommodation for the day is settled?" He paused, then tilted his head slightly to the side in question. "Shall I assume incorporeal form when meeting the other Masters?"

Location: On the boat to Iceland

Mentions: Veria Nox xAlter , Lancer Birdsie

Interactions: Fredrik Nygaard Dante Verren

code by Han JiHyo ​

 

[SAIGO-NO-HEATS]

Atrophia Sanguinis

"I despise boats and cold weather, so we're off to a good start." Assassin stated dryly as he stepped out of the shadows of a nearby alcove. Crossing his arms and leaning against the railing he continued to give his report. "Beyond that, this entire mission is beginning to feel like a circus. A not unremarkable number of our team seems to either be in someway incompetent or insane, and occasionally both. That being said, a few of them do seem like they could be strong. Assuming they don't kill each other first, we might be able to do this."

The soft whipping of the waves along the ship stirred along with his own thoughts. "I'll withold further judgement for now, but I will say that after considering the field, I'd advise we should watch out for that saber and his master. Class aside, I have a feeling they could be trouble."

With the end of his report he looked up to his master, all wrapped up in winter clothes, and briefly reconsidered his military facade. He was no longer serving warriors or generals, but a young woman whom he could only imagine had never seen combat like he had. It bothered him to feel he was somehow dragging her into all this. "What about you? You sure you're still up for all this?"

 

[Dante Verren]

Fredrik Nygaard
​

"Alright then this will do." Fredrik mumbled as he walked over and placed the bag he had slung over his right shoulder onto the bed. Now that he had that extra weight off of his back he would reach behind himself and adjust the rifle so it would sit at a more comfortable angle. He probably should leave it in the room but when he was on a mission he never could feel comfortable without it. "That won't be necessary caster. Stay in your current form. I doubt that the other masters will have hidden their servants away so there is no reason for us to do it." Turning around he would walk towards the exit of the room. "Come on caster, lets go mingle" he said as he exited the room.

Fredrik was expecting some odd ones and he was not disappointed. The first thing he saw was a man yelling at the ocean from the bow of the ship like a lunatic. Moving his gaze away from the crazy one, he noticed that the woman and boy he saw earlier were joined by a older looking man who seemed to be talking down at the boy. Perhaps they were family? No they didn't look alike. Maybe they are a really weird master/servant pair? That was probably the right answer. Of course that begged the question, did the old man summon the kid or did the kid summon the old man?

Putting the thought aside he looked to see a woman bundled up and standing next to a man who was obviously a servant leaning up against the railing. Considering that they both looked sane, unoccupied, and did he mention sane? Fredrik figured that those two would be the best ones to start talking with. Putting on a small smile Fredrik made his way over the pair and raised his hand in greeting. "Good morning to you two."

Interactions: Han JiHyo Atrophia Sanguinis SAIGO-NO-HEATS
Mentions: Birdsie xAlter Dalamus Ulom Jean Otus

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

With a little sigh and a soft smile, Clovis would accept the soft drink from his servant before speaking. "If you had simply asked, I would have helped you. But, it isn't too important as long as you remember that. Alright?" He told the the young servant, before turning to the young master before him.

"I am Clovis Ludovic Savatier IX, Average One and current Head of the Modern Magecraft Theories Department," The aging man would introduce himself, bowing curtly as he did so. "And I take it that you're the one and only master of our oh mighty Saber," Clovis would say, a wry grin on his face. "I can only assume so considering your, ah, interesting companion. If I may be so bold, does he do that often? Or is that new?" He inquired of her, straightening himself.

"After all, it would be rather... Bad if he were to do that once we reach our destination, it would undoubtedly give away our position to the enemy."

Birdsie xAlter Jean Otus

 

[Birdsie]

Lancer
Ship, entrance

Lancer watched as his Master reprimanded him, nodding obediently. Children observe a hierarchy, like most animals. To Lancer, Clovis was a figure of authority to be respected for the very simple reason that theirs was a relationship of Master and Servant. The respect due was in the name. What kind of Master would respect his Servant? A foolish one. The Servant, as the name suggests, is meant to be subservient. By that logic, Lancer knew his place, or at least he thought he did.

Lancer opened a soft drink for himself, having only three cans left. He put the other two in the pockets of his pants for later consumption. He tried the sugary drink and was amazed by the redolence it had. It was candied and sweet. "Mmm!" Lancer took a deeper sip, completely ignoring whatever his Master and that other lady near him were talking about, and too captivated by the taste of the gooey, delightful, beverage in his hands. "This is amazing!"

Lancer looked at his Master and the woman, deciding to listen to the conversation for just a moment, but only heard something about giving positions away to enemies.

"Hm! By the way, I hope you're all ready to die! I know I am!" he stated with a loving, cutesy smile, with his eyes nearly closed in a gleeful manner that would be concerning to a normal person, to say the least. "This is the Holy Grail War! All of us Servants are here to die and fill up the Grail. How awesome is that!?" he asked, seemingly not really minding this grimdark fate that would have made anyone else question their existence.

He made sure to announce it so that everyone on the ship could hear it, but not so loudly as to brashly declare it to the normie sailors not involved. "Only the odd lucky Bob will get to survive and get his wish! Isn't it exciting!? I wonder if I get to see who wins!"

xAlter Jean Otus Dalamus Ulom Han JiHyo Atrophia Sanguinis SAIGO-NO-HEATS

 

[Hanarei]

The dark haired Vincent kept his post as a guard onto the ship. His eyes followed along a few of the odd individuals who had found their way on the ship, though he didn't say anything or show any emotional reaction to them. He tried to keep a very serious demeanor about his work no matter what his personal thoughts might be. It was important someone of his position came off stern and unwavering so outsiders wouldn't think of being disruptive to his job. The bearded Hans on the other hand didn't at all seem to care about 'appearances'. He seemed a bit entertained by the various Master's and Servants as they made themselves known. As a can came flying towards him, he caught it with his free hand. He pinched his cigarette between his fingers, waving his hand in response.

"Thanks buddy." He spoke not being one to reject a free gift, even if it was accompanied by the stern voice of his Master. Even if it was Clovis Ludovic Savatier IX, it mattered not to him as he opened the soda carefully with his other hand before taking a sip. He already had the drink at hand so just taking the drink wouldn't matter too much after all. His light grin lingered a she glanced over at Vincent who remained stern in his expression though Han knew better.

"Relax Vince, it ain't like nothing dangerous is happening right now." He spoke lifting his cigarette back up to his lips to take another puff from it. The other man shook his head a little bit turning it away from his partner keeping his attention focused upon the job at hand. It was at that moment a black car pulled up. The driver side passenger door opened as a rather nicely dressed black haired maid stepped out. She quickly shuffled out opening the back as she pulled out a wheel chair, quickly working to set it up. She moved over to the other side, opening the door. A relatively frail looking girl glanced out. Her red eyes stared out seemingly lost. She slowly gripped onto the door, the maid taking hold of her as she helped to move into the wheel chair.

"I... can walk..." The gentle voice spoke up as the maid quickly shook her head in response. "Lord Schreiner urged me to keep you in the wheel chair until your full stable on your feet again Hanne, you must pace yourself, your body has gone through a lot of stress and it is still recovering." The maid spoke with a rather stern voice speaking to her by her first name. Despite the tone, it was clear that she did seem to show some care for her. The white haired girl seemed reluctant though she nodded in response getting herself situated in the wheel chair. She began to push the white haired girl forward towards the boat.

Hanne glanced up with her red eyes looking forward to the ship and the few people who had gathered there already. Her long white hair fell halfway down her back. A maroon colored jacket covered her body left buttoned up. A part of the white collar of her shirt underneath could be seen peeking through. A pair of black long pants covered her legs, not traditionally worn with her uniform though given the cold weather making much more sense then a skirt. It was quite clear by both the mentioning of Lord Schreiner as well as the girls white hair and red eyes she was likely one of their Homunculus. The Schreiner clan had one of the most advance forms of manufactured life through the Magi world. Only a few families managed to come close to creating beings so closely aligned with human beings.

"...We can meet the others later during the trip, we should get sorted on your room for now." The maid spoke up as if knowing what Hanne wanted to request. The white haired girl seemed to frown a bit before simply nodding a bit reluctantly. It wasn't very often she was able to interact with others outside of the servants in the manor. She briefly looked upon the two guards as she was pushed in her wheelchair onto her ship to go looking for a room.

 

[JulesX]

She'd been in the Nordics for a mere three hours, and yet, she'd managed to spend over five hundred dollars on clothing. Perhaps she had underestimated the whipping winds and freezing temperature that the region was known for. She now resembled a bear cub with the amount of furs she had purchased to keep her small body warm. It wasn't like she could just conjure fire to keep herself warm with the civilians in the area.

So when Haruka Kumagai finally did make it to the sad excuse for a boat, she pushed past the two unfortunate gentlemen that were more than likely guards. "Move!" She ordered, slipping past them before storming past the group of people who were no doubt her fellow Masters. It had been a long way from India, and she wasn't about to get sociable with people who were obviously more settled than she was. She darted into an empty room, tossed her things into a corner, and launched herself on the bed before cocooning in the blankets.

When her anger levels started to decrease, she spoke aloud. "I'm sure you enjoyed that display, Archer." She grumbled. Her Servant had been dematerialized until now. She was sure that if the tall, broad woman had been allowed to, even more people could have found amusement in her dash through the freezing island. She was ready for five naps and maybe even a glass of wine after that horrible ordeal she'd just been through. Ruka already missed the warm, humid climate of India.

It was only natural for the damned Holy Grail to materialize in an inconvenient place such as this one. She had been excited to travel, but she would have preferred it to be somewhere that was warmer, and perhaps a place where it was acceptable for her to throw her clothes off and take in the sun's warm rays. She flicked her hand in the air. "You don't have to sit her and ogle at me, as much as you probably enjoy that," she smirked, "surely, a Heroic Spirit of your caliber can't be tired out from watching your Master sprint through this land of ice."

Interacting with: Dante Verren
Others: Jean Otus xAlter CrimsonEclipse BecToTheFuture Birdsie Dalamus Ulom @Misuteeku Kyrenka Han JiHyo SAIGO-NO-HEATS Atrophia Sanguinis Hanarei

 

[Dante Verren]

Archer
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As Haruka had her fun mocking her servant, Archer materialized lying on her side beside the smaller female, her head propped up on her arm, and eyes staring directly at her master. " Lesson number one little cub, I do not ogle. I take what I want and who I want whenever I want to." said the servant softly. After stating her lesson the servant disappeared and reappeared a moment later leaning on the side wall across from the bed. "Though you are correct,, I did find your little panicked run through the town to the boat rather entertaining. I will admit it is rather odd to watch for pure entertainment value rather then trying to capture you to add another slave to my horde." as Archer spoke an amused grin was hanging on her lips, she was clearly pleased with the fact that she was able to resist her old habits.

Unlike her master who was forced to wrap herself in layer after layer to get used to the cold, Archer was born and raised in a cold climate. She was a servant so the weather didn't really bother her anyway but in this case coming from a cold climate helped with the mental factor of dealing with the weather. That allowed her to stay in the outfit the grail provided had provided her. A black, white, and red outfit decorated with golden designs of falcons, horses, and even a dragon. She had left her hair braided the way she was summoned as, initially she wanted to throw away the flower but the falcon pendant that the flower clung to had caught Archer's eye so the servant had left it in.

"Are you going to stay bundled up like the frightened fools who tried to hide away at the sound of my war horn, or are we going to go introduce ourselves to our comrades in arms? Some of them looked rather interesting, two of them in particular looked like they would make excellent stress relievers during the war to come. " Archer would give her master a few more minutes, five at most. If she wasn't out of bed by then Archer would drag her out and up onto the top deck.
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[Jean Otus]

Saber​

Once Saber had collected himself with a good scream into the void, he turned about and watched the goings on about the ship. He activated his skill, Espionage, to dampen his presence, and noted everything he saw for relay back to his master. Lancer was where he had left him, though now he was blabbering on about the rules of the war. Not that anyone here needed the exposition. His master was with him now though, hopefully the boy would be under control. Archer and her master had just arrived, the master looking like one of the taxidermic bears his father had positioned around their manor. A mysterious girl in a wheelchair had just boarded, guided by a serious-looking maid.

There were other servants on board, he could feel them, but not know who they were. He decide that he'd explore the ship under his skill's protection, and scout out any more information on his nominal allies. He first went down to the cabins, walking as if on cats' paws and listened intently for the sounds of servants and masters. He positioned himself near one of the entrances and tried his best to look his friendliest, hoping to snare someone and use his charisma to get some information out of them.

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[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Narcisa’s mouth twisted up into a mirthful smile. She didn’t like boat or the cold either. She listened to his report patiently, her eyes drifting over the other occupants of the deck casually. “Was that optimism?” She quipped with good humor, her smile still in place as she looked at Assassin. He was too serious for his age but still a servant and, compared to her, ancient.


She nodded to his warning, taking note of whom she suspected to be Saber and his master. “One of them already seems to be causing trouble.” She commented on the earlier screaming.


Narcisa raised a brow when he looked up at her and their eyes met. He seemed concerned about her but she translated it as concern for their chances. She wasn’t exactly Merlin in the modern age. The Portuguese woman flashed him a reassuring smile despite her nervousness. “I think it’s a bit late to bow out now. Papa wouldn’t let me return home if I did anyway.” She could imagine her father’s fit about her being a coward. “I think I should’ve bought another layer of clothes, though.” The young woman said honestly, directing the conversation away from servants, masters, and war.


She folded her arms so her gloved hands were in her armpits so they didn’t freeze when they were approached by another master and greeted them. Well, at least he seemed normal enough. Narcisa brandished her finest smiles. “Good morning.” She returned cheekily and looked down the deck to hear one of the servants talk about the inevitable death of just about everyone. “Charming crowd isn’t it?” She spoke with some humor, although being reminded that her life was on the line again did dampen her spirits moreso than the cold.


“I'm Narcisa Tavares.” She reached a hand out to shake the other master’s. She didn’t expect his servant to give a name or even interact with her and cast him a curious look before glancing at her own servant, letting him decide how he would interact with these two.

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[BecToTheFuture]

Hiyori pulled her jacket tighter around herself and ducked as though to cover her face a bit better with her scarf, glancing this way and that at their surroundings as though to try and take in all the information she could. Ever-curious, the girl figured that no harm could come from at least learning as much as she could about this area before they left for Iceland. To say that she hadn't been completely prepared for how cold it was was a bit of an understatement; at least she was kept warm by her scarf and the jacket she'd wrapped around herself. She'd at least packed appropriately.

Her Servant... well. He appeared to be observing, same as her - but there was a suspicion to him that made sense, given who he was and his class. Berserkers, from what she understood, were more known for their raw power than their sense, but this one had at least the self-control to keep from causing damage. The dark-haired girl chewed her lip nervously and patted his arm; cautiously doing what she could to ease his distrust and anger. "Berserker..." She murmured as she did this, doing her best to keep a calm and level tone. "I'm sure it'll be okay on the boat, if that's your worry." The pair idled for a moment near the ship, and she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, a bit anxious (and for good reason). Her Servant seemed to be glaring daggers into anyone that got too close, and while she supposed she partially couldn't blame him--

Hiyori was jerked out of her thoughts by someone's scream, and then by someone small rushing past them and shoving past who she assumed to be the deck guards. Wide eyed - rather like a deer caught in the lights - and startled, the young master tried to shake the shock out of her bones, instead making sure her Servant was at her side as she started to board the ship. "Sorry, sorry, sorry-" She blurted to the guards as she moved past, even though she was certain she wasn't nudging past them in any way that would be considered rude. She tucked her hands into her sleeves once they were on the top deck, spinning the ring on one of her fingers anxiously. (In the corner of her vision, she could see a girl in a wheelchair being brought on-board; again, her gut twisted.) Her bright eyes gazed out over the water and, though her stomach was made rather uneasy by the idea of traveling by boat to an already turbulent area, there was a small part of her that was anxious. Excited, even.

Again she turned her head to look over at her Servant, if only to be sure that he would be alright. They'd probably need to find a room soon, at any rate.

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[CrimsonEclipse]

Berserker stood beside his Master, though slightly forward to emphasize his slightly higher height, as he aggressively glared at their transport toards Iceland as though he was intimidating it into submission. He observed its rugged appearance and concluded that it was a piece of floating garbage. “It’s a piece of garbage.” Berserker announced his opinion of the boat to no one in particular. “This floating piece of trash and metal is a glorified coffin and would be the most likely cause of your demise.” He continued, his glare now focused on his Master. Now, Berserker was nowhere near qualified to judge the seaworthiness of a ship, he knows jack shit about sailing to be honest. But he might have a point on this as the ship had clearly seen better days and would benefit a repair.

Berserker’s musings were interrupted when his Master called for him, or rather, nervously and carefully called his name. This little thing (he says despite only being slightly taller than her) beside him, despite being his Master, is quite a skittish and timid fellow, which annoys him to no end. Despite his thoughts on how good it would be to be free from any Master, a strong and assertive one would have been preferable to this one. Though admittedly, due to his aster’s weak willed and easily spooked nature, Berserker was able to have more freedom than he would with an assertive Master, so this girl was not all bad. Hopefully she doesn’t get him killed, though it may be likely.

Still, as much as she dislikes her nature, she is still his Master and the key to getting his wish, and he wanted her to live long enough to do that. “Hey, little one.” Berserke said to her. “Dispose of that unsightly appearance and compose yourself. You are my Master, and by extension, you are someone of importance. Look confident and tough, it would not do for my Master to be a whimpering and sniveling coward. The other Masters and Servants would no diubt devour you whole if you show them this pathetic display, and I need you to live long enough to grant me my Wish.” He said to her as he gave her a slap on the back, which may or may not have been a bit too powerful. “Besides, if it’s the others you are worried about, I could always swim there with you in tow. We’ll make it there before the ship gets there I guarantee you.”

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[Dante Verren]

Fredrik Nygaard
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"As charming as a rabbit on a rampage." responded Fredrik as he removed the glove from his hand, extended his hand out, and shook Narcisa's. "Fredrik Nygaard, it is a pleasure Miss Tavares." After he let go of her hand he put the glove back on and let his arm drop to his side in a more relaxed stance. Despite the cold Fredrik wasn't bundled up like most of the other masters. He wore a simple blue coat that he kept open, a green shirt,a yellow shirt that matched his blonde hair, and a black tie to finish it off. Overall it looked like a normal outfit minus the cross pinned on his jacket and the rifle on his back.

Fredrik looked over his shoulder, his gaze drifted towards the young teenage looking servant. "How he can sound so cheerful about the impending deaths amazes me. He must be one of the bravest heroes in history or one of the most depressing." Commented Fredrik. The sound of people coming up the ramp caught his attention, he turned his gaze to see another female followed by a bulky male come up the ramp. More servants and masters. Surprisingly a large car pulled up and a white hair girl being pushed on a wheelchair was brought onto the boat. "Why would the grail choose someone in a wheel chair to be apart of the war?" He asked quietly more to himself then to anyone else.

Realizing he hadn't introduced his servant yet He turned back to look at Narcisa. Gesturing to his servant behind him Fredrik would begin the introduction, using the class name of course. "Apologies for the late introduction, This is my servant Caster." Even though they were in a temporary truce Fredrik knew he shouldn't give out Caster's true name like it was necessary. Beside it didn't feel right for him to tell people his real name unless he had the servants permission. Even though he may be a servant in the war caster was once human, he may not own much anymore so Fredrik didn't want to take control of the servants name away from him.

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[Kyrenka]

Lucas Remmington​

Lucas felt his patience strain once more. It hadn’t been long since they’ve arrived at the local dock and he’d already lost track of his Servant. He let out a puff of heated air and shivered. Damn it. This was going to be a long war if Rider wasn’t going to even attempt to listen to him. However, his anger was quickly replaced by dread when he heard screaming coming from the boat. Please don’t be Rider. The last thing he needed was his Servant killing off their allies before the fight had even begun. Jogging up to the boat, he took in the scene. When he didn’t immediately see Rider, he wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or disappointed.

All seemed to be in order, Masters and Servants alike were boarding the ferry. Glancing over, he noticed a white-haired girl being wheeled onto the ferry. There was no mistaking those red eyes and white hair. Homunculus. That meant that almost everyone was on. Shit. Lucas whirled around, trying not to panic. Where the hell is Rider? If the other Masters caught on to the fact that they weren’t united, they would be targeted immediately. After all, none of us are going to be allies for long. As soon as the Corrupted Grail is destroyed, any former alliances between the Masters and Servants would mean nothing. Sighing, he rubbed his hands together. Using a Command Seal would be a waste, but how else would he draw her out? Examining the Masters interacting in the distance, he hesitated. Deciding against using a Command Seal for now, he turned away from the boat to continue searching for the wayward Servant. If all else failed, he could always try burning the dock to the ground. She can't hide if there's nothing to hide behind, he thought darkly.

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