Fandom Fate/No Order Revival

[BlightGiver]

Da Vinci rushed to the rayshifting area; the last attack had stolen key intel and crippled more of the facility's functions. Time was running out at this rate.

It all began less than a week ago, with false grails appearing all over the world. These corrupted chalices held no divine power or righteousness; they spew forth vile, corrosive material, eating anyone and anything that crosses its path. Plenty of staff have done nothing but hold off the barrage of phone calls and emails from the Mage's Association for this whole time. If they stood idle, Chaldea could be finished before anyone even knew what was going on.

Recently recruited masters and their new servants have also been at risk from this surge of seemingly connected attacks. The false grail in the London recovery mission showed there was intelligence at play. Scorpion familiars and unwillingly bound servants invaded Chaldea's internal workings with ease, injuring crucial medical and maintenance staff in their attack.

Problems will continue to compound on top of each other; she wasn't sure whether this organization, or humanity, would be done in first. "Yes, I'm on my way, and our masters are prepping as we speak!" She informed someone who was contacting her way too much today. Stepping into the observation deck, she was greeted by a cloaked figure; tentacles protruding from the hem of his clothing reached the panel to narrow their focus in time. Nearly out of breath, Da Vinci felt like she'd return to the Throne at any minute due to the stress. "What did you find?" she inquired her cephalopoidal companion.

Shuffling through the map of singularities Chaldea had made during the Grand Order and Shinjuku incidents, it was obvious that their problems originated elsewhere. With a pull of tentacle, the hooded man whirled the map around, then zoomed out. Nothing, so he zoomed out further, then further... until they had reached the maximum limit available. Just on the edge, something blurry appeared; like a pulsating crease in spacetime, whatever this was seemed to be full of energy. Levels of mana spiked far above what could be considered natural; Da Vinci hoped this wasn't anything of a divine being again. "We do NOT need another Goetia." She quipped, as fellow staff started booting up the rayshift coffins. Smiling intensely, Da Vinci exclaimed, "Whatever it is, I think it's time they suffered a little invasion for once!"

 

[BirbSqueezer]

Penthesilea

​

It was the alarm. The Amazon Queen, Penthesilea, sat up on her bed and blinked away the sleep still in her eyes. Ever since her summoning she had spent her relatively few days relaxing and becoming familiar with the labyrinthian structure that was Cheldeas. She had also become rather accustomed to the modesty clothing that the staff had given her. Even if they were just a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

The Amazon slid off the bed, stretching her overly toned body as she did so. Too many days spent resting left her muscles feeling tight, and being too strong made it hard to use the training equipment without destroying it in just a few short minutes. After finishing her morning stretch's, she set out for the Rayshifting room. Thankfully, nearly every hall led to it, one way or another.

And of course, it didn't take the silver haired woman long to arrive at the core of the facility. The halls weren't as active as they could have been, or perhaps she had simply beat the rush from everyone else. Either way, her trip to the Rayshifting room had been uneventful. Stepping through the massive main door of the main room, the circular chamber gently reminded her of the ancient Greek ampitheaters. Especially with the raised consoles in one side if the room. They did watch over that as they explored singularities, so it was an apt observation.

Figuring now was as good a time as ever, she switched back to her armor. Her sweatpants and hoodie vanishing in a weak golden light, replaced by her risque combat clothing and waist cape. As an Amazon, it was common apparel, but it still felt slightly off in the modern age. Even she knew it was out of place, judging by the stares she had gotten from passing staff. Da Vinci and a tentacled man we're both present, but so far she seemed the only 'person' to have arrived.

 

[Orikanyo]

David D. Darwin
​

Why was he chosen to live in this hell? A hell of clean walls and a stifling scent of sanitation, a hell made of clean floors, a room he can barely make into his own and a bed he can barely use. if it wasn't servants, it was his insomia, if it wasn't his insomia, he was worried that he made one of the servants angry, or came off wierd, how can you stay cool looking infront of god damn KING ARTHUR! Nobody could. Except probably her knights.

Because another issue was his second contracted servant... Little red was fine enough, adorable even. Penthesilea... She... She was one he worried about constantly. He couldn't look that woman in the eye, muchless her... Admirable body... Good lord she was built to put greek statues to shame. And when out of normal clothes he could barely look at her at all without blood rushing to his face...

With little red... he just... Well... When they first met he kinda botched their introductions, her soft fluffy taill.. Cute little ears... he just.. Wanted to touch them... it took some work to get her to forgive him. Many treats were gathered from his stash and given away that day.

There were others, and several masters.. But his brain started to hurt and he was finally nearby the command room after he started thinking about Poca and her hont as. The man made his few hops, touchiung the button to open the door and continued to slink his way into the room... Quite litteraly.. For the man had not bothered to remove himself from his bed sheets and decided to slink the long way to the command room much akin to a caterpillar moving it's way down a long, long, long plant.

He looked up at Davinci-chan, the chan part being a requirement by the servant in question and blinked. "...present..." he sounded out, looking over to Penthesilea. "...You look the right amount of angry today Pen."

BirbSqueezer

 

[Magus]

The Lion King​

The gentle breeze of a spring afternoon, the setting sun gleaming against the Sword set in stone. The young girl approaches; a figure coated in white spoke out to her. “You should consider it thoroughly before you pick it up.” A pause, the blonde girl stared at the Sword of Selection, knowing that only a cruel fate would lie ahead. The robed figure spoke out once again. “If you pick up that sword, you will stop being a human, you know?”

“No, if I can make people happy with it, I’m sure it’s not a wrong decision.”

- “But did you see yourself smiling”- These words fell on deaf ears. She stepped forward, taking the hilt of the sword into her hand. Grasping the blade, she pulled the Sword from the stone, holding the blade skyward. Light shined upon her, as if God himself had christen her as the new King. “So, what will you do?”-

The sound of a blaring alarm had broken the woman from her dream. Quickly she sat forward, regaining her composure. Beads of sweat would drip from her face. “A time long forgotten…” She sighed, climbing out of her bed, she knew it was time. Her Holy Lance was needed, and her master had requested her presence. Even after becoming a Servant, something about taking a shower brought her mind at ease, a few moments had passed as she had emerged from her private quarters. A flash of neon-light consumed her figure, soon her body clad in her ornamental silver armor. The frilled cloak resting upon her broad shoulders, and her golden crown resting upon her head.

The door to her quarters swung open, she wasted no time striding towards the command center. Metal clanking with each step she took, any of the Chaldea staff members in her way quickly make way for her. Her presence almost suffocating, this aura of a “Higher Being” neigh Godlike entity. Approaching the Command Center, the Silver Clad Helmet of a Lion would manifest her grasp. She would dress herself in her Kingly Remnant “The Lion’s Mask”. Whatever would await her on the other side of the Ray shift, she was ready.

The Command Center doors would slide open, Artoria approached the steadily growing group of Servants, and the one she would often refer to as Master. “In accordance to our Contract, my Lance is at your beckoning. What’s the status report?” The once undefeated King of Knights lowered her head in recognition of her master, a show in good faith. But also, an extremely precious gesture indeed

 

[TelisOldfield]

Tai Chi. Barr had heard of the ancient Chinese Martial Arts and, having never seen it practiced, mentioned in passing to his Servant he was curious about it. That was how he ended up sitting in Cheldeas Training room, a warm cup of medicinal tea in his scarred hands. It was on of the few times he let his clothes mask down, revealing his battle scarred face. Barr had never been a vain man but he felt oddly suspicious of Fate, having delivered him a Servant who also concealed their face. But instead of their reasoning being ancient wounds, it was to hide a hideous visage. A face so handsome, it was considered demonic.

As Saber finished another pose, his eyes closed and focus on his movements and breathing, Barr couldn't help but wonder what was under his mask. Saber was thin with regal clothing, something that befit an Emperor's cousin. He was only slightly shorter than Barr, but the bigger difference was that Barr was wider in frame. He had a less lean physique.

Saber found a good stopping point, finishing a downward pose, "snake creeping down" he had called it, before approaching his Master. A warm and kind smile crept over his intensely delicate features.

"Master, if I may, I think we should report in. My understanding is that there is a mission coming up." Saber never gave commands, even when he was right. His soft and angelic voice seemed impossible of playing pressure nor insult. Barr nodded. He was right in that regard that they needed to report in.

Barr led the way, Saber close behind. Cheldea was a maze of corridors, with several directions leading down seemingly countless dead ends. Saber was curious how his Master seemed so competent in traversing them with such dedicated ease. In only a few short minutes, they had arrived in the main chamber. The Rayshifting room.

Barr and Saber both took note of the others already assembled. It was fewer than they expected. Only three had shown up so far. Barr nodded to Saber, giving his Servant to go and introduce himself to his fellow Servants, while Barr found a good place to sit and finish his tea. Though, Saber didn't wander to far. Halfway the distance between his Master's and the others, he paused, unsure of exactly how to proceed in introducing himself.

 

[Dragonruby]

Lucas was pacing. One side of his room, then back to the other. It was an idle sort of pacing, almost lazy-like, but that was only because his focus was on his thoughts while he walked back and forth to burn this sense of anxious energy inside of him. "I could be asleep right now..." Lucas grumbled quietly to himself, and on most days, he probably would be. While the man was far from a slacker, he also took his free time rather seriously, and was usually the kind of person to sleep in. It'd started ever since the False Grails and started to spring up, after they'd returned. Ge'd thought that nearly dying had been bad, when no, it was the waiting that was the worst part. That time inbetween moments of actual struggle, feeling like you could be doing things much more productive than waiting for the next signal to go. He'd found a lot of ways to try and occupy himself, sparring or hitting the gym to burn off the anxiety, or finding something to tinker with and occupy his hands. Someone had recommended reading to him, but... He found that his mind wandered too often for it to be a good enough distraction for him. Which of course brings him to the present, pacing after he'd tossed aside a book he'd borrowed out of frustration.

The man had been considering trying to call up Archer telepathically, if only to have someone to speak to and occupy himself when the alarms rang. It was an odd mix of both relief and tension he felt tightening his gut when he heard the sound, but he didn't let himself linger on that thought for too long as he took the opportunity to finally drop the burden of thinking at all and hurry his way towards the rayshifters.

"Archer, are you on your way?" Lucas reached out to his Servant, perhaps a bit needlessly, but he felt the urge to hear a familiar voice right at that moment. "I'll meet you rayshifters, don't be too slow now."

Lucas knew the path by heart now, and so focused entirely on his message while he walked it, opening the door and striding forward into the room without a second though. He didn't even realize he'd arrived until he'd walked nearly half-way in and bumped into someone. "Oof-" He let out, stumbling backwards a step as he blinked at the obstacle that had suddenly appeared in his path, finding himself staring at the figure of what had to be a Servant. Well... He assumed it was one, judging by the clothing, but he supposed there were some magus who liked to dress a little oddly. They were wearing a white gown of some sort... Or perhaps it was more like a robe? It covered most of their body, save for hands and face, but even that was obscured by a golden mask that only revealed the pale skin of their mouth and chin, and the stark white hair atop their head. "Uh... 'scuse me," Lucas apologized a little awkwardly as he recovered from the shock of being dragged from his thoughts.

MocaPoka TelisOldfield

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Assassin (Red)​

Today's weather was just the same like usual, snowing with a chance of hailstorm. Luckily the snow today wasn't as fierce as yesterday, allowing the snowman that Red made to keep its shape without fearing to be knocked down by the unforgiving wind of Antartica.

Meanwhile Red was chasing a penguin that had strayed from its flock, a wolf pup followed behind her and helped cornering the poor bird every once in a while. The chase ended when the penguin finally found a hole to dive into, not that Red couldn't chase it underwater but it just didn't worth the fun.

"C'mon Wolfie, the alarm has been noisy for a few minutes. Let's check inside."

"Woof!"

Due to her super sense she could hear the alarm that was used to signal everyone to gather in the rayshifting room, even though there was quite some distance and thick walls standing between the girl and the source of the noise. The girl and the wolf disappeared instantly, turning into their spiritual form.

Red reappeared in the rayshifting room, her clothes already cleaned from the outside snow. Despite the panicked atmosphere of the room, she could spots her master immediately standing beside the berserker.

Why was he still bundled in the bed sheet again? She held her giggle as she approached them from behind, grabbed the bed sheet and yanked it from the man.

"Wake up! David!"

Orikanyo BirbSqueezer

 

[BirbSqueezer]

Berserker noted the arrival of several others. The first was her Master, who, for reasons she didn't bother trying to understand, was wrapped in his bedsheets. She stated on with a neutral gaze, unconcerned with his predicament. He got himself into that mess, he would get himself out.

His other Servant arrived soon after. Red, if Berserker remembered correctly. Berserker understood the necessity of having multiple Servants attached to a single master. It did not mean she had to like it. She gave her Master a solem nod, figuring that once he began to speak to her with more importance to her stature, she would be more inviting.

The other pair was two men with concealed faces. One with a mask, the other with a turban and scarf. The first wore flowery clothes of what looked like silk. The other rough garb of a desert nomad. They seemed more serious then the other group, even as a third arrival bounced into the masked man.

 

[TelisOldfield]

Saber was thrown off balance for a moment that spanned the blink of an eye. His stumble was more of a half-hearted shuffle than any real stumble, more graceful than any living thing had a right to be. The Masked man turned around swiftly, a look of exasperated concern flashing across his frail features.

Saber flashed a warm smile in response as the Master before him apologized for bumping into him.

"Think nothing of it, sir. It's just as much my fault for standing in the doorway." He gave a slight fidget as he focused more on his own personal goal in the current conversation. "I am the Saber Class Servant. It's a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for the rudeness of not showing my face, but I hope you could look past it."

He gave a slight bow of the head, part in respect, part in gratitude for the respect he was hoping to be given to his odd request.

Barr smiled a little as he watched. It was hard not to think that Saber wouldn't apologize for not being in the way of someone's punch. He was a curious Servant, but at least he wasn't as bloodthirsty as some were.

Dragonruby

 

[Magus]

Artoria stood against the corner of the room, her arms pressed tight across her chest. Her gaze hidden beneath her ornamental helmet, observing each of the Masters, and the other Servants. She spoke out to any of the Masters who would hear her speak out. “My banner flies with whomever shall guide me. My Lance is a weapon to be used in defense of Humanity. Please point me in the direction of our foes.”

She glanced around at the control room; the Chaldea staff quick to work. Pinpointing the location of the next Singularity. These battles had grown tiresome, the defeat of the Goetia, the loss of Solomon. The recent loss of Lancelot had certainly weighed on her shoulders. The Goddess of the Rhongomyniad, should never waiver, even in this loss.

Her posture had corrected itself as she had found herself leaning in wait. Artoria didn’t talk much to anyone, not even her Knights. Her attention would be strictly focused on da Vinci awaiting her standing orders.

 

[Orikanyo]

David grumbled, moaned, maybe even cursed abit as Red began to cleave away his protective shell against the wide world beyond. Finally coming forth the world saw he was, in fact, still in his pyjamas, with their little teddy bear prints and barely being fully buttoned up. "ugh... I'm up Red I'm up.. jeez..." he grumbled once more swatting at her lightly to give himself breathing room... Man... Even if he tried he couldn't be anything less than a blemish before the great King Arthur... That knight was a god damn sight and a half in all that armor...

At least he could look at Artoria... unlike his berzerker who knew not of decent battle attire.

granted, she hit like a truck attatched to another truck so it didn't really matter in the end.

Red was dressed up cute as always though.

One day he would touch those cute ears of hers... One day... he thought this as he stared down at the girl's cute wolf-like ears and fluffy tail.. "...So... Wonder what earthshaking problem is happening this time?" he questioned, letting the bed clothes simply lay on the floor behind him, prompting a huff from a nearby staff member. "We're all geared up to go.. Penn looks ready to crack a few skulls at least, like any good queen of the amazons... Lancer is armored up ready to protect the world... Possibly single highhandedly. And Red is..."

He paused and looked at her as if trying to remember something. "...Ready to axe people questions...?" the fell to a small silence after that before leaning over to the girl.

"...Did I get that right Red? I know yea said to do it with gusto but.. Kinda just woke up..." he half whispered to the servant, unsure really if he botched the intro. In anycase, he was... partially ready, what he lacked in proper clothes, spirit, enthusiasm, proper hygiene, or anything remotely showing a semblance of a healthy human being... he made up for with.... With....

At least being on time?

 

[CatJones]

Shion Takada had followed a stranger to the Rayshifting room. Her skeletal frame, offset by how wild and umanagable her hair had become, sliding down corridors and hiding in doorframes as she followed the man. He seemed tense, or life he was just coming off being tense. She had gotten use to seeing that posture in the men who would walk past her cell, some experiment or another having finally gone right or wrong influencing how they walked.

She was mostly following him because she was uncertain about joining the mission. She had been offered several times to assist the team in their mission, choosing not to for the sole fact that she was still distant from the world. People didn't make sense to her anymore. She watched as he entered the Rayshifting room and collided with another Servant.

Shion came to a halt, standing a few feet from the entrance to the room, half hidden by a wall. She didn't know if it was okay for her to enter and be a part of the team. She kept back, silently watching them. It seemed almost alien to her. Human interaction. She wanted to go back to her room and curl back up in the corner with a book and pretend the world didn't exist still.

But even she knew that she couldn't escape the world like that. No matter how much she tried to hide away from the world, it was still out there. A wolf in the woods waiting for her.




Tokugawa Ieyasu ran a hand through her hair, trying to soothe the pounding headache from her night prior. Admittedly, seeing Poca drunk had been fun, and her best friends open admission of their deep friendship was still leaving the Japanese Warlords stomach with a fluttering feeling. She had been blessed in life, even if she had abused those blessings. Now she was blessed with a friend who had no interest in conquering the world around them.

She didn't have to worry about Archer trying to kill thousands of civilians just to take one mountain top monastery. She rolled over in her bed, ignoring the alarm as she continued to count her blessings. She had friends, allies, and was happy with so little. Finally standing up from the floor, she willed her armor on, reverting to her natural appearance.

As much as she wanted to stay in bed and drink water and do little else, she had to go on mission. Resting a hand on the sword on her hip, she began to saunter to the Rayshifting room. Her every step was light and joyful, incapable of being weighted down by worldly issues. Even the coming mission did little to hamper her spirits. She briefly wondered if she should stop by and check on Archer, she didn't want to seem needy and choose to let her friend collect herself at her own pace.

Instead she swaggered into the Rayshifting room, looking around the room to see a fair number of people had already managed to gather. Lucas and Barr were the only ones she recognized as it seemed there was a fair number of new additions to their team. Lucas was already in conversation with a masked man.

Instead she focused on the only person, asides Barr. She approached Berserker, lifting a hand in a more casual greeting, realizing that bowing right now would probably make her sick to her stomach.

"What are we looking at?" It felt almost nostalgic.

BirbSqueezer

 

[BlightGiver]

Louis ecstatically pulled Passionlip down the hall; she seemed happy to be going somewhere fun, but a little annoyed her cooking lessons with Tamamo Cat had to be cut short. "Master, please," she urged him. "Couldn't we meet up with everyone, after the dish I was making comes out of the oven?" Louis smiled proudly, and shook his head no. "We've got a lot to prove to everyone here, Lip. When the head honchos say for us to do something, we get it done post haste; like no one else ever could!" His logic was easily agreed with, but Passionlip worried about her gift she was making. So, in resistance, she dug her talons into the walls and held herself in place.

Finding himself be lurched back, Louis nearly slipped from the sudden stop, causing both of them to shake. Passionlip lectured, "Master! Easier please; you know what you just did?" Louis sighed and let go. "Sorry, Lip; don't worry, I won't let the happen again." He apologized, since she held her knees to her torso to block viewing. "Regardless, we gotta get to the rayshifting room immediately. You pastries will be fine until we return; they'll taste great no matter what, anyways." Her master's words seemed to put the Alter-Ego at ease, so she retracted her talons. "Thank you." She smiled, taking charge in leading the way. Louis smirked and stayed beside her; neither Passionlip nor himself had ever rayshifted, so it was easy to see why she was hesitant. The Servant probably feared for both their lives immensely, and didn't want to see it cut short like that.

Stepping into the rayshifting room, Passionlip instantly retreated behind her master, covering his body with her large talons. "What's up?" He inquired, very curious. In an almost comedic way, she delicately lifted a finger and pointed at the hooded man standing before Da Vinci. Tentacles originating from somewhere within that cloak of his seemed to act mindlessly, yet also under his control; some waving about nonchalantly, whilst others used the sensitive equipment before him. "Oh my, he looks friendly." Louis joked, though Passionlip didn't seem to find it funny. "Probably just another Servant or whatever. If he's here, that means he's nice; or at least not a jerk."

Other Servants and their masters conversed and relatively enjoyed each other's company. A tall female servant with blonde hair seemed to stand alone, seeming like the one who took this the most seriously. Smirking, Louis looked behind at Passionlip, "Feel like making more friends?" He proceeded forward, as Passionlip crawled along behind, using her talons. She was wary of getting closer to the tentacled Servant, anticipating anything from that wolf-in-sheep's-clothing. "You're definitely eager to start working some world saving magic." Louis chuckled, walking up to Artoria. The stoic Servant had an aura of authority to her, which made even this boisterous master be taken aback slightly. "Name's Louis, and this is my partner, Passionlip. We have absolutely no rayshifting experience, or even combat experience, for that matter; so saying we're pumped is an understatement!"
Magus

Da Vinci lightly tapped the shoulder of the tentacled servant, as more of Chaldea's skilled masters and servants answered her summons. "I seriously suggest locking onto those coordinates right now; don't worry about preemptive scans." She informed him, to which he turned to her. The shadowy interior of his hood blasted cold, acrid air as he then spoke, "The void fears knowledge, knowing those who use it as a weapon destroy any obstacle. Forces of will, universally top all threats-" Da Vinci immediately shushed him.

Hastily, she requested a change,"What have I told you about talking like that? Either speak normally so we can actually understand you, or I'll get a teleprompter in here." The hooded servant mumbled something about being forced to break character, and got back to studying the singularity coordinates, pulling up on the screen. "Locked on and ready to be intruded, as you wished." He jovially informed her, counter to his appearance and chilling voice.

Da Vinci cleared her throat and spoke sternly, "I, and the rest of Chaldea and the Mages' Association, cordially thank you all for getting us this far. It hasn't been good for us lately; some might even say, pretty terrible." The other Servant felt an urge to interject, thinking he could give a better speech. "You're all surely exhausted and just hoping for a vacation for once." She joked, hoping to lighten the mood and provide good leadership, as the acting head of Chaldea.

"But, thanks to our temporal anomaly scientists, headed by H.P. Lovecraft here, we've pretty much deduced where all this trouble is coming from." Da Vinci was pushed aside by Lovecraft, dragging himself along the floor with his tentacles. There was a slightly squeaking, as his rough, scaly appendages scraped against the hard floor. His hollow voice rang in everyone's ears, "Another singularity; and by my, uh, our, findings, it seems to not be a result of the Grand Order. It's not even a 'what if' point in time, like Shinjuku." Da Vinci was frustrated with his sudden takeover. "Needless to say, there's definitely going to be enemies there. Magic users, beasts, demons, Servants; we don't know. That why you're all going there to analyze the situation, before dealing with this Singularity and the ne'er-do-wells inside."

"Uh yes, thanks." Da Vinci applauded, stepping forward again. "Does anyone have questions about this assignment they'd like answered?"

BirbSqueezer CatJones MocaPoka Dragonruby TelisOldfield Magus Orikanyo Spoiled Bread

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer​

"おはよう東光ちゃん。よく眠れたか?" Rebecca practiced the foreign words aloud in her spartan room as she continued writing down the various phrases the Japanese language book instructed her to. The mocha skinned, Servant of the Bow, was still in her frilly pink nightwear as she sat on her bed; determined to learn as much as she could about the far Eastern language. She was nearly finished memorizing the basic phrases, and she believed she had an acceptable understanding of the language's syntax; however, she couldn't be truly confident until she was able to practice with her new Japanese friend.

The thought of her new Servant friend made Archer smile as she closed the language book. Yesterday had been a day of many blessings. She had befriended Tokugawa Ieyasu, an honorable and skilled warrior who was as charming as she was friendly despite her title of Avenger. Archer had succeeded on her first hunt in Chaldea with her Master and despite the invasion of the facility, she had enjoyed the celebration sake with her Samurai friend afterwards. Perhaps most importantly she was proud of her Master. Lucas had preformed better than what any reasonable warband leader could have demanded out of an inexperienced hunter or warrior.

A part of Rebecca was worried about the break in the normal pattern that she had established with Lucas until today. Normally by now the two would have eaten breakfast together and perhaps spared in the training room. However, she had decided that if there was any day worthy of rest and reflection; it would have certainly been today. Lucas was a young and innocent magus to her eyes. He knew little of the world, or of the evils it could harbor in the dark. Growth was still needed in the path he had chosen for his life of fighting for Chaldea, and true growth occurred without interference from others. Despite her own personal worries and fears for her Master; doting on or even offering wisdom right now would likely only be seen as an annoyance to him.

Still, what if he was still asleep? Lucas had a rather regrettable habit of "sleeping-in" and other lazinesses. It had always been a part of her duty as his Servant and guardian spirit to help him mind his more unprincipled habits.

Before Rebecca could reach a conclusion to her thoughts the now familiar alarms of Chaldea called throughout the facility. Taking off her nightwear and summoning her war-clothing, Archer readied to transition herself to her spirit form and materialize to her Master's side. However, at his mental words she felt a spike of annoyance bring a pout to her lip. He hadn't even offered her a greeting for the day! Worst he had implied she was slow! Her speed was one of the few talents she could say she was slightly above average when compared to other Servants. If he believed her to be slow then she certainly wouldn't disappoint him! Hmpf!

"I shall give every effort to be faster than the Great World Turtle, Master. However, I fear that lack of gentlemanly manners has a way of slowing the walk of any lady." Archer let her annoyance color her mental tone and exited her room. She proceeded her far slower physical walk to the Rayshifting room and refused to let herself feel guilty. She couldn't let him behave as an ignorant child! She had to be firm and punish behavior that made him seem ungentlemanly!

Before reaching the Rayshifing room Archer saw a small thin figure with messy hair nearly hidden near the entryway. A young girl; perhaps a little younger than herself when she had been living. At first Archer believed the stranger to be a Master, however the aura of the girl was too unnatural for a normal magus. Still the girl didn't feel like a proper Servant either and was still living. She was a new mystery! Their was no way Archer could pass up the opportunity to meet someone interesting!

The poor girl was also clearly frightened by something. Cheerfully, Archer decided to greet the thin girl with a soft smile and warm words. "Greetings. I hope I am not being untoward, but may I ask who you are Miss? I am Archer, Servant of Lucas Cross. You may also call me Rebecca if you wish. Are you a Master joining us in the hunt?"

As she spoke Archer noticed that Madam Da Vinci and the ill-auraed tentacled Caster were speaking inside the room. It seemed to be a simple explanation that a location for a hunt had been found.

Dragonruby CatJones

 

[CatJones]

Shion froze up. Her heart raced while her mind came to a screeching halt. She knew she had split her attention, but she could have sworn that she had put enough focus on her surroundings to be aware if anyone came from another direction. Thousands of answers came up in her mind to the innocuous question about herself, yet over all the mental static, no answer made sense to her.

She pulled her shoulders up and brought her head down, somewhat like a shrug, but more devoted to the actions that made it up. Her hands came up to her chest and did their best to give her something to concentrate on rather than this new arrival. Her bony fingers wrapped around each other and pulled, creating a thin cage with her fingers. This was her only way if dealing with new things, since new things had been naughty but a new torment for years.

Shion half hid her face in the nearest wall, trying to break contact with the woman. Still, a curious eye broke from the sheer surface to investigate the situation. Archer was less skeletal than she was, with a revealing costume and a much different color pallet. She stuck out just as much as Shion did in the plain white walls of Cheldea, however. Shion mumbled under her breath, trying to apologize for staring at the others without them knowing, unsure of why this woman had approached her and assuming it was just an interlude before a lecture for her actions.

She did mutter out a quiet phase that might have at least placated Archers question.

"I-I'm Shion." But it still came just louder than a mouses squeak.

MocaPoka

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Assassin (Red)
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Red just stood there with freezed expression as she tried to comprehend her master's attempt at... at... was that supposed to be a pun!?

".... Ehehehe, ehehehe." Letting out a half-assed laughter, Red summoned her axe to appear at her hands. The edge of the axe head was already caked with thick red substance. That's right, it's drying paint.

"You started it David, now I must AXE you to change your armor-" She gazed sharply at her master's current attire. "To something more appropriate, because it seems we're going to receive a new mission." Their banter was cut off when Da Vinci started speaking to the gathered crowd.

Red didn't really paid much attention to what Da Vinci said because her attention was absorbed by her new favorite staff of Chaldea that was standing beside Da Vinci. Just look at those adorable tentacles! She never knew Chaldea was capable to summon Squidward as servant.

"But, thanks to our temporal anomaly scientists, headed by H.P. Lovecraft here,"

Uh, oh. Or maybe not Squidward. But he'll still became her favorite staff.

 

[Magus]

The sound of the tentacles plopping against the floor, the sense of writhing that simply covered the Caster adjacent towards her, sent shivers down the Kings spine. Shuddering for a moment her attention was taken elsewhere. A young man, approached the King with such an aloof posture about him. “A new Master?” Artoria thought to herself. “Passionlip.” Artoria scanned the young man from head-to-toe, and then his Servant. “Oh my…” Her Master seemed about average, but just who was this Servant, walking on what looked to be a Golden Throne. She appeared to have legs, but one quick glance at her chest made Artoria feel just a bit inadequate. Instinctively her right arm reached across her chest and to her shoulder, giving it a quick rub. “That poor Girl.” Was the last thought to cross her mind.

"Name's Louis, and this is my partner, Passionlip. We have absolutely no rayshifting experience, or even combat experience, for that matter; so saying we're pumped is an understatement!"

“Servant; Lancer, Artoria Pendragon.” Artoria stepped closer to the male, raising an open palm to the Servant known as “Passionlip” in a gesture of good faith. She grabbed the male before her with a stern grasp, taking his chin in her hand. Turning his head from side to side examining him rather closely. “With a little wear and tear, some practice… And a Haircut, I think you’ll be a fine Mage.” Her voice, sharp like daggers, and just like that she released him. Taking step back to give him space, the warrior clenching her right palm into a tight fist. She banged her gauntlet across her chest plate, the sound of metal rang out through the command room. “Should you require assistance, call on me.” These words left her lips with a rather soft undertone, as her gaze turned that of a more comforting mother like figure. Perhaps she saw a bit of herself in the young male. BlightGiver

"I, and the rest of Chaldea and the Mages' Association, cordially thank you all for getting us this far.” – As the Caster spoke she gave a nod to the young Master. Her attention clearly needed elsewhere. Hearing the Casters give their briefing about the upcoming mission, eventually coming to a close. She gazed around the room once more, counting the amount of “Bodies” that would be fighting alongside her. “One, two, three, four-. Hmm, I promise each one of you will come back.” The silent promise made to herself. Artoria maneuvered through the growing crowd of Servants and Masters. “I’ll be at the Spiritron Chasis.” A hint of arrogance within her tone, but a warrior ready for combat nonetheless. With these parting words she left the Command Center, headed straight for her Coffin.

 

[Dragonruby]

The Servant's smile was beautiful. Yes, and their voice clear and soft like a songbird's. Lucas had no idea where this thought had suddenly come from, but it intruded into his mind nonetheless like the sudden remembrance of an old and embarrassing memory. What was it about this Servant that made him think like this? Was it a skill of some sort? He'd heard of Servants with Charisma that inspired people to follow and turn friends into enemies, but this seemed almost like a fairy tale enchantment.

He started slightly, realizing he'd been staring inappropriately long at Saber's face, and Lucas quickly shook his head clear of the miasma that'd fallen over him and did his best to reply in a collected manner, hoping that they hadn't noticed his lapse in awareness. "P-please, it's also my fault for not paying attention. Er... It's nice to meet you Saber. I'm Lucas, one of the Master's here." Lucas could only stand there and blink as Saber bowed to him, wondering how they did such a simple motion with such grace. This Servant was dangerous, Lucas decided. He would need to watch himself around them, lest he let himself slip up again.

"Ah... There's nothing to forgive, I think..." He replied, scratching at the back of his head, a bit unsure of what the proper way to respond to a request like that was. "No offense, but I feel that everyone here at Chaldea has a few quirks. Especially the Servants."

Their conversation was interrupted as Da Vinci saw fit to call everyone's attention, and they were briefed on what was going on. Lucas couldn't help but frown. "Rather light on the details, as usual..." he complained quietly to himself, shaking his head. He shot a curious glance towards Saber now, tilting his head slightly. "Are you and your Master going to be accompanying us on this?"

TelisOldfield

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer​

Archer continued smiling as she waited for the smaller girl's response. The poor thing was radiating fear and nervousness in such an extreme manner that it gave Archer a moments pause. She had only witnessed such nervousness from young maidens who had lived their entire lives trapped in their homes and were constantly guarded by paranoid high noble families in England. Only ever venturing out of their estates for balls, courtships, and plays. It seemed strange that anyone with such a disposition would be in Chaldea. Archer took the given moment to inspect the shorter girl again. She was thin, perhaps even unhealthy so. Unkempt, and her clothes where sewn with papers of strange writings.

The girl gave Archer a name after several moments of nervous fiddling. Shion.

Archer gave her practiced curtsy and reminded herself it was best not to overwhelm the shyer girl with her normal social joys. "It is a happy pleasure to meet you Shion."

A very strong part of Archer wanted to take the other girl's hands, smooth and untangle her long hair, and impose her friendship immediately. She felt an instinctive need to care for and protect the thin girl. However, such a strong imposition was not proper and could frighten the girl. It would be best to focus the attention on herself and give the other girl a sense of control.

"Would you like to enter the chamber with me, Shion? I would be most grateful for your presence. My own Master behaved rather rudely recently in his excitement for the next hunt, so I am upset with him currently. A new friend would ease my mind and frustrations greatly; if my company is not a bother to you."

Archer used the tone and smile she normally reserved for children. She had found that the softer tone and closed lipped smile eased nervous adults as well. It had been especially effective on shyer noble boys, with the only unintentional effect of causing them to develop a pash for her.

CatJones

 

[BirbSqueezer]

Berserker rolled her eyes initially, still less than impressed with her Master's lack of decorum in both speech and manners. She didn't expect everyone to bow down to her, but she was still a Queen. A modicium of respect should be granted for such a thing. And Lancer was taking her vows as seriously as a fellow King could, which put her at ease somewhat. That she wasn't the only member of this retinue who took life with the seriousness it deserved.

Much to her surprise, she was approached by another member of the team, one she hadn't met yet. A woman in the traditional armor of a samurai. The woman's question was earnest enough. Before she could answer however, Da Vinci cut in with her own announcement. Once the person in charge was finished, Berserker answered.

"I'm looking at my prospects for the future." She tried to not sound cryptic, rather she was aiming to be slightly disappointed in her current situation.

 

[BlightGiver]

Louis and Passionlip were amazed at the way the Lancer maintained her royal atmosphere; he could easily understand why people follow the King of Knights back in her heyday. Instinctively, Louis felt the urge to yell, "Cool!" but decided against it. Artoria's words gave him confidence in himself, and with a king's expectations at stake now, there was less time for immaturity like that. She left them in awe, traveling to the spiritron conversion chambers; it was then Passionlip noticed an issue.
"Master! I can't fit in those!" She whined, pointing at the coffins. "You're right; your claws are too big. I'm sure that's no issue, since you'll just be dematerialized in the process anyways."

After a minute of explaining to her how that works, from what he understood, Passionlip felt relieved. HP Lovecraft seemed slightly less scary, and the coffins won't be an issue. She was just a little concerned of Artoria, probably being put off by her talons, from when she noticed the kind trying not to stare earlier. "I get the feeling that going into this mess with an 'I can crush anything' attitude wouldn't be beneficial?" Passionlip asked Louis, since that tended to be his normal personality. "Oh most definitely," He agreed, both walking to the coffins; Passionlip's talons clang loudly against the metallic floor. "At least it's good for keeping spirits up."


Both Casters quietly debated among themselves after Da Vinci's initial proclamation. Whatever they concluded, it resulted with Lovecraft crawling down from the elevated observation section of the Chaldeas, proceeding towards the coffins as well. Along the way, he bypassed Passionlip, who still felt a little creeped out by him, and Red. The Alter Ego grabbed hold of her master and pulled him out of the eldritch Caster's way, accidentally bumping into David. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry." She meekly apologized.

Lovecraft's head seemed to bob lifelessly with every trudge forward, the yellow silk of his cloak blowing in the climate controlled room. Getting into the coffin right next to Artoria's, the pod shook from the absolute weight of this Caster. He hit the activation switch and immediately disappeared, sending himself ahead of everyone else for preliminary setup in the Singularity.

Orikanyo Spoiled Bread Magus

 

[TelisOldfield]

Saber's smile waned the tiniest bit as Lucas stated at him for a moment longer than expected. Saber knew full well the effect he had on people. His mask blocked out a great majority of his facial effects, but obviously not enough for it to do so some harm to the mentality of those around him. Hopefully it could be undone or, at the least, not progress further. Saber had no intention of being deified to anyone just for his overwhelming grace.

The conversation thankfully continued rather than pandering out awkwardly. Saber followed along with Lucas' attention when Da Vinci spoke and as the Master spoke again.

"That is correct." He answered, his voice showing his delight at being both helpful and needed, "Master Barr and I will be accompanying you on this mission. I may not look like it, but I can assure you that I am an accomplished swordsman."

Dragonruby

 

[CatJones]

Tokugawa blinked a few times, her mind trying to understand the joke or reference. After a few moments of surveying the area, she came to the only logical conclusion that Berserker could be coming to. She was a Servant in service to the tired looking man in the room. A brief flash of concern for the Servant she was conversing with washed over her. She seemed much to concentrated and serious to be in service to such a man. But, Servants rarely have such a luxury to be allowed to choose their Master, at least in this regard.

"I see. Well, if there's anything you need, even if it's just to borrow an ear, I'm happy to help. I'm Tokugawa Ieyasu, founder of the Tokugawa Shogunate." She gave a Curt bow, one more befitting someone of lesser status, just a short bending of the hips, one hand still resting on the handle if her sword.

She had no interest in rushing the other woman to give her name, after all, some Servants preference was to keep it secret even to their Masters. It would be rude or even a social blunder to be so forward about something so important. Toko could only hope that her smile could win over her new teammate and help them get along. It would even mean one more person for a tea party with Poca, if they ever had a chance to have such a luxury.



Pressure. Ever since the facility, Shion understood how pressure worked. A simple question could have more meanings, depending on how it was asked. More often that not, it wasn't really a question, it was just a aoftly spoken command. It was social pressure, something she discovered she had a more frustrating time coping with. Rebecca was imposing little pressure, but Shion didn't understand questions anymore. To her it was a simple demand, she was supposed to enter the chamber anyway, now she was simply being told who to enter with. Her flimsy willpower collapsing at the order.

Rebecca was larger than she was, so she was in charge. Shion kept close to the wall and tried to make herself smaller in little ways, lowering her head, drooping her shoulder, bending the tiniest amount at the knee and pushing herself tightly against the wall to use it's vast size to dwarf herself. She gave Rebecca a simple, if not distant, nod before shuffling forward.

She made sure to keep her pace with Rebecca, sneaking peaks at her new 'master' trying to gauge what kind of punishment this one meted out for failure. She had a way with words, so surely she had a tongue that could cut just as well as any knife. But at least this made sense.

BirbSqueezer MocaPoka

(Also, sorry for my short replies. I'm still trying to get internet set up in my apartment and until I do I'm doing this all on my phone. As soon as I can use my laptop, I'll go back to having better quality posts.)

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Rider
Rider, otherwise known as Jonah to those familiar with his identity, leaned causally against the far wall of the Rayshifting room, arms folded as he did his best to hide his exhaustion from the rest of his peers. His peers, of course, being the other Servants and Masters of Chaldea currently conversing with each other.

Rider could hear the debriefing just fine from where he was.

He didn’t want to talk when he wasn’t in the mood to hold a proper conversation.

Besides, he had to keep an eye on his Master, who was currently wandering the room, prodding curiously at every machinery or gizmo that caught her interest. She was the reason for his exhaustion. He had spent all of last night manifesting his tree of life, removing his tree of life, and manifesting it again for her viewing. 100 times? A 1000 times? Jonah lost count. However, he wasn’t a Caster with their gi-normous mana supply. His stats were fairly low, in fact, compared to the other great warriors and kings that earned a place in the throne of heroes.

He was only a merchant's son, after all.

It wasn’t even for the healing that she had him waste all that mana. She just wanted to study his glorious tree. Pull a couple of shimmering leaves off and dissect the mystery. Rider rolled his eyes. When he suggested that they take the time to get to know each other, that hadn’t been what he had in mind. He’d grown used to it though. Miscommunication. Catering to her whims. Every time they practiced rayshifting, he was the one that had to go gather the herbs and plants she wanted.

Rider liked nature as much as any other guy. More than he liked people at times. However, his like paled in comparison when it came to Leila’s zealousness. It wasn’t even about the beauty of the flowers or God’s creations. No. It was about the research. About the defying of the natural order.

In a way, that too was a sin.

Humans brought about their own destruction. Therefore, he hadn’t been particularly surprised when he learned that humanity had been nearly wiped once.

And now, here he was again—called by a power beyond his own to bring an end to whatever danger threatened humanity.

Jonah sighed. All he wanted to do was be a fisherman.

He brushed a lock of silver hair from his eyes as Da Vinci, or rather the hooded Servant, finished off the explanation. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could return to his simple, though not necessarily easy, life of babysitting his Master. That was all he'd been doing since he was summoned to Chaldea. Getting to know Leila. Helping her acclimate to her new timeline (even though he himself wasn’t a natural part of it). Watering her flowers. Everything had been relatively peaceful until the incident in London—roughly the time Chaldea started becoming more active and Leila’s rayshift training picked up its pace.

And now all that effort was going to provide fruit.

Hopefully.

Checking to make sure his sword was properly strapped to his side, Jonah was ready enter the coffin and get it over with when Leila raised her hand.

“A question…I have I question!”

Rider turned towards the redhead who seemed to be near some sort of control panel, a hand on his hip as he waited patiently for his Master. He was used to it. She was a thorough person--which was part of the reason Rayshift training had taken so long. Endless questions after endless questions.

“What exactly does ‘dealing with this Singularity’ entail? I’ve never dealt with one before, you see. ”

BlightGiver

 

[MocaPoka]

Archer
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Rebecca maintained her smile, however the other girl's nervousness and body language was starting to concern her. Rebecca had known many unique people and personalities throughout her living life. She knew that many people simply didn't find other people enjoyable, and sometimes even found the presence of others dreadful. The girl following by her side had only given her a name and a plethora of silence and physical movements that spoke of severe fear. Was Shion simply nervous of others? Of her? Or was there something more to her behavior, that Archer didn't understand yet?

Regardless, the other girl was following her into the Rayshifting room and was taking peaks at her from the corner of her eyes. Those were good signs! Rebecca simply needed to be gentle and patient. Rebecca was sure Shion just needed time to grow more comfortable around her! That being the case, it was best to ease Shion into the war-party slowly. Perhaps let her get used to the company of others first, and then introduce her to Toko or Lucas?

Archer spotted her Master speaking to the Master of Saber and the masked Servant himself. She reminded herself that she was still upset with Lucas and walked passed him with silent icy displeasure. She gave her Master a mental "Hmpf!" as she passed. If he wanted to be in good standing with her again then he would apologize to her first! She needed to keep Shion company anyway!

Looking around the room Archer spotted several others including Toko, who she gave a happy wave to. Archer's current search however was for a space in the room with fewer people, close enough to Rayshift with everyone and to over watch the room. Currently it seemed the ill-auraed Caster had already left and the others were still prepping. One Master was asking a question of Madam Di Vinci.

Finding a space in a relatively unoccupied portion of the room, Archer led the way to it, turned, and leaned her back against the wall. She was happy with herself for finding a space with unoccupied walls for Shion. She doubted the girl would be comfortable standing "out in the open." The way Shion tried to melt into the walls seemed to say they were a type of way she dealt with her fears. There was another Servant a little ways away from them, perhaps close enough to overhear their conversation. Archer paid him little mind in favor of Shion, however she did note that the blonde male Servant seemed tired. That certainly wasn't a good thing to be before a hunt.

"Is this your first hunt for Chaldea, Shion? This my second. The first was very fun! We went to London! I visited London back when I was alive to! It was interesting to see how much it had changed in 300 years. London has always been my favorite place in the world. Do you have a favorite place in the world?"

Rebecca did her best to control her desire to socialize and befriend Shion. Hoping she hadn't overwhelm the quiet girl with her questions and enthusiasm already. Rebecca eagerly awaited a response.

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