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[HTCOR]

"Akira Kawa"
The Church
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Akira took a brief moment as he looked at Christina. His eyebrow lifted up, before he just snorted. "You do realize, as someone who's ran out of their command seals, I don't operate as a master anymore, right? Besides, I don't have a Servant either." He'd glance over at the overseer for a few more moments, listening quietly to his words.

"I would have helped you, if you didn't decide to lie directly to my face." As the Japanese man spoke, he shook his head lightly. His eyes closed for a brief moment, before he turned his head towards Caster. Watching them carefully for a few moments, before their eyes widened- and their head snapped back to Christina. They would narrow their eyes, scanning over the young woman with all of their senses. It wasn't much longer before he would stand up, intending to leave the room.

"...Best of luck with Beserker. You'll really need it, especially since you're a-" There was a distinct pause in his speech. "Master within this war."

With those words, Akira began to make his way out of the church, pulling one of his cigarettes out of its pack, before sliding the entire thing away. His feet stopped right outside the door, lighting it up. It wasn't a moment more before he breathed it in, and let loose a small puff.

Little thoughts trickled through his mind, as he ran through many scenarios to understand the exact situation he was in. It was a bad one no matter how one looked at it, and any of his three options didn't seem pleasant. His bronze eyes looked up at the starry skies, a frown upon his face.

Presence Concealment B+ (Active)
Eye of the Mind (True) B (Active)​

Xel
Dalamus Ulom
Iskandar
Birdsie

 

[Birdsie]

OverseerThe Church
"Naturally," he started on a new topic, "the team to first slay Berserker's Master and her Servant will be rewarded with an additional Command Spell. With that being said, I will go and write you in as a registered Master. Good luck, Ms. Kimmich." Ninsei offered a warm smile, before turning away to the altar. He looked forward at it for a few seconds before turning his head back to Caster and Christina for a split second. "If you'll excuse me, I have several phone calls to make that cannot wait."

After kneeling for a second before it, he passed by the altar and went into the back room.

Xel Dalamus Ulom Iskandar HTCOR

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Clovis Savatier
The Church​

If someone who was able to see the spiritual were to look, a faint apparition of Clovis would seem to appear on the pew next to Christina, a grin on his shadowy face, legs crossed, and arms stretched out on the back of the pew.

When Akira left, the apparition would move through Christina which would send a shiver down her spine as Clovis' figure exited the pew, before following after the japanese man out the door.

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Clovis had been relaxing quietly on the pew, taking everything. So Christina was a master? Very interesting. He giggled to himself quietly. Not that it mattered. He knew that nobody could see or hear him unless he made the effort, and he honestly didn't care.

He looked around the church, painted in hues of blue to his spectral eyes, finding nothing that wasn't blue. Not even the people. Except for Christina. She was a bit different. Painted in different hues. He shrugged to himself

After a bit of conversation, Assassin would proceed towards the front door of the church. Clovis would get up and follow after him, wanting to know howhe had done the fake seals thing, but as he exited, he would accidentally pass through Christina's legs as he passed.

"Oops, sorry," He said instinctively. Why was he apologizing? It's not like she could hear him.

Iskandar HTCOR Xel Birdsie

 

[Xel]

CasterChurch: Night 1​

Their meandering had eventually brought them nearer the back of the church as they examined a statue near the altar. The masonry couldn't even begin to compare to that which they had seen in life, but it was still interesting nonetheless. Their attention wouldn't remain on the statue as they turned to look back towards their Master, an inquisitive look on their face. Was it really necessary to lie like that? It was an elaborate story too. Even going so far as to make an excuse for their existence. Alas, their Master's woven tale would be unraveled as soon as the Overseer came out from the back room. The first thing the man did was dispel the entire narrative and proclaim them to be Caster and their Master. Caster, for their part, was quick to bring a hand up to stifle a giggle as they gave their Master an apologetic look. First Ruler and now the Overseer, clearly the powers that be did not want to allow their Master any ability at subterfuge. They quickly got a hold of their giggling and gave the crowd a lazy wave of introduction. "Yo~"

Still, the mention of the war being on hold until Berserker was dealt with was unexpected. Even with the escapades earlier it wasn't as if Berserker had done anything beyond the scope of what the Church was capable of handling. Ah well, it lined up with what their Master wanted so the exact details behind the situation didn't matter that much. Maybe this would finally bring Archer or Rider out to join the festivities. Caster took a few steps up to the wall near the altar, leaning back against it as they turned their focus on the other 'Master'. As their eyes met they simply offered the man a small smile. "We can't have a servantless Master getting in the way I suppose. I'm just curious what servant you were suppose to have." They weren't sure if their Master picked up on it, probably not due to lack of information. But it was difficult to believe the man's claim of being a master when they were certain no servant had been killed yet. Caster held their smile as they spoke, making it clear that they knew Christina wasn't the only liar around. And knowing that the man was lying, and yet still in possession of spent command seals, left Caster quite intrigued. There were certainly quite a number of things in this war that they had to look into.

But for now they simply watched the man take his leave before turning their focus back to the overseer. "A command seal, huh? That's a mighty big prize." They looked back at their Master as they spoke. Having four command seals was an incredible advantage in any war and they were certain their Master would want to capitalize on that. With the overseer departing they once again brought their arms up behind their head and made their way back towards Christina's side. "Well, so much for finding an ally. But it seems like we might not need one if everyone's going to go after Berserker anyways." Caster offered a small shrug as they came to a stop beside the row of pews in front of their Master, leaning gently on the back of the bench as they looked down at the woman. "So what now, Master? Still want to go find ourselves an ally anyways?"

Iskandar
HTCOR
Dalamus Ulom
Birdsie

 

[Iskandar]

Christina
Leaving the Church​

"Does not mean I have to trust you, Akira. I barely know you and you're not really the savory type of character that one immediately trusts." Christina shrugged at Akira as she explained herself. Out of him and Clovis, she preferred Clovis and somewhat wished it was Akira that got killed instead of his partner. He was just a man you didn't want to be around due to his shitty personality, "I would have declined your help, no offense. Never know when you might back stab me. Seems like your M.O."

Christina watched as the man narrowed his eyes at her before he offered her some words of advice, "No need for that. I have no intention of going after Berserker." She would shrug once more before watching him finally leave the Church. Christina let out a heavy sigh before her face wrinkled with annoyance, "Good riddance he is gone. That man has an extremely foul aura and personality." Due to this little confrontation with Akira, Christina wished she was a smoker so she could unwind after that experience.

With crossed arms she merely nodded at the Overseer before muttering, "Thank you, Father." As she said earlier she wasn't too interested in going after Berserker, mostly because she agreed with Caster not to do so unless they had an ally of sorts. Akira would have been an alright ally, but not someone Christina would immediately ally with unless she was desperate. Ugh... For some reason I don't believe the things he said... Something about him seems... off... Agh... Why am I even thinking about him... Christina thought to herself as she rubbed the back of her neck, sighing multiple times.

After the Overseer left to go and make some calls, Christina began to mentally kick herself in the ass for just now noticing. She thought something was off in the Church, besides the Overseer probably being more Corrupt than Nixon during Watergate. She was able to SEE Clovis... well him in a spiritual form. He was indeed dead, as he was shafted by a monkey's golden rod, though Christina didn't need to know that part. She just shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose upon seeing him with a grin, before he would walk through her. It indeed sent chills down her spine, but it made Christina rather embarrassed, "Dammit, you old man. Don't do that." Now to a normal person she would appear crazy and be sent to the loony bin immediately, but she was not... mostly. She instinctively closed her legs and crossed her arms tightly, feeling somewhat violated that a Spirit had walked through her.

"Hm. No. I think we won't go after Berserker. For now anyway. We should still find an ally, but for now we let the others worry about Berserker. Once he is weakened enough we can go in and steal the prize." Christina said as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. Her mood had did a complete one eighty after meeting with Akira. She wasn't in a fighting mood and looked rather lazy. Even the chance of getting another command seal didn't entice her enough. Then again she was complete newbie in this Holy Grail War, and did not have much motivation to win. Only reason she is participating is due to her competitive spirit, "Well... We should leave. Did everything we need. Hopefully we do not run into Berserker or another Servant." Christina sighed and lazily stood up before slowly walking out into the Aisle, "Let's go Caster."

Xel Birdsie Dalamus Ulom HTCOR .

(Had to cut it short due to PT in like 13 mins)

 

[HTCOR]

"Akira Kawa"
The Church
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There was many ways to describe Akira's thought process right now, but among the most accurate was amused. From what Caster implied, they thought him to be a liar- which would only work in his favor. He didn't trust them, anyways. The last one he dealt with was merely an issue. It wasn't more than a moment before he shifted into spectral form, looking at Clovis. And so he began to speak softly, as he walked around the church.

"Master. I have to ask..." and he would look up at the moon as he spoke, bronze eyes flat and dull.

His cigarette was doused, as he allowed his armor to form over him, his face turning to look at the spectral man. There was an serene aura to him, but underneath it was fury.

"How long did you believe you could cover up the true purpose of the Command Seals?"

The words were calm, as if he was talking about the weather, nor did he give off any sign of his opinion towards Clovis. His face turned to look at the spirit, shrouded by shadows and cloth. There was a deadly tone to his voice, however- not enough for Clovis to feel it, but certainly enough for Caster to feel the presence of another Servant nearby, as his Presence Concealment was downgraded.

Active Skills:
Presence Concealment: B+ -> D+
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Dalamus Ulom
Xel

 

[xAlter]

Ashe Hakuno
Location: The Church
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Ashe walked cautiously to the church, his cloak wrapped around him, but not activated. The lingering scent of battle and fuel was in the air from earlier as cops and other law enforcement investigated what had happened. Ashe knew, but cared not as the competition was slowly thinning. The longer he lasted, the closer he was to obtaining the Grail and having his wish granted. Ashe felt Rider's presence near him, being a second set of eyes and ears as he pushed open the church door. "Rider, materialize if you so wish."

Ashe looked at the people around him and felt the magic energy within the room hum and vibrate. He could tell that Masters and their servants were currently in the building. Walking down the aisle of pews, Ashe walked past a girl and bumped into her shoulder. "My apologies." he said as he bowed slightly. "Do you know where the overseer of this war is?"

Birdsie Mion Iskandar Anyone I forgot

 

[Mion]

Rider
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Rider had been sticking close to her master since they began to approach the church, although they were near the church her master was not under its protection quite yet and with all the magical energy present it wouldn't be harmful to be prepared for a trap. As they reached the doors Rider silently materialised behind her master after the permission was given to her. She watched her master open the doors and saw the group that had been collected in the church. Perhaps they were all there for the same reason. Perhaps they were not.

As her master continued his way into the church, Rider stopped shortly after entering and now stood by the door way. Planning to watch the situation infold, on the outside she seemed relaxed, perhaps even aloof to some but in reality she was keeping a keen eye on the situation. Studying the inside of the church as well as the people within it, and readying herself to jump in at a moments notice if something where to happen that threatened her master. Although he was now under the protection of the church, Rider had a bad feeling about this.

(Directed @ anyone within the Church. I know it's not exactly interacting with anyone but just posting what Rider is doing.)

 

[Xel]

CasterChurch: Night 1​

Caster held a sympathetic look on their face as they looked down at their seated Master. Between Akira and the Overseer it was obvious their Master wasn't in the best of moods. The fundamental difference in how they viewed the world and dealt with the people therein was perfectly on display at that moment. Caster began to raise their hand to reach out towards their Master when the woman got to her feet and ushered them to leave. With fluidity and grace befitting a heroic spirit Caster shifted their outreaching arm to go up behind their head in their usual relaxed stance before falling in behind Christina. As they walked towards the entrance Caster glanced off to the side, a smile crossing their lips. "I knew it..." Their voice was quiet, barely a breath on the wind. It was obvious that Akira guy was lying, and now Caster knew what about. Sure must be nice being able to hide your position as a servant. That was when Caster's focused shifted back towards the door, reaching forward to grab Christina's sleeve and pull her to a stop. "Master." Caster made no defensive move, their voice as calm as it always was. Indeed all they had done was stopped their Master from walking forward.

Before their Master would even be able to react to suddenly being brought to a halt the doors to the church swung open to reveal the cause of Caster's actions. Caster returned their hand to the back of their head as they leaned to the side to peek past their Master at the duo that had just entered. A never before seen servant had arrived on the sign piquing Caster's interest. They already had Lancer, Berserker, Saber, Assassin, and of course Caster. So that meant either Rider or Archer had finally decided to grace them with their presence. As Ashe approached Caster maneuver around the opposite side of their Master. They quickly made their way to the door, leaving the woman behind to deal with the new guy's question. There was something else Caster wanted as they quickly strode up to stand just a few feet in front of the servant near the door. They dropped their arms behind their back, clasping one hand in the other as they leaned forward to examine the blonde haired woman. The resemblance was pretty spot on. Either way Caster straightened back up and looked the woman firmly in the eye, a smile crossing their lips as they spoke. "I haven't seen you before. Are you Rider, or Archer?" It was the first time Caster had met a servant without already knowing their identity, and they weren't about to remain in the dark.

Iskandar
HTCOR
Dalamus Ulom
Birdsie
Mion
xAlter

 

[hudhouse]

Berserker
At some apartment slum


Having observed his master's reaction to his insistence, he became satisfied that she had gotten the general idea. As she made her way into the building in her own unique way, he slumped down against the wall of the building, seating himself with one knee raised. He hadn't intended to let her leave without consuming enough to allow him to fight at his full effectiveness, but it seemed she didn't need much convincing or coercion. She didn't seem to have any moral opposition to consuming the living, likely due to her vampiric traits, and Berserker himself was willing to do anything to win, morals be damned. Satisfied that his master wouldn't try to escape or go against his plan, he went into his spirit form, resting against the side of the building, yet keeping watch for any potential intruders.

Once she emerged from the building, Berserker once again assumed his corporeal form, still in his seated position, as she went through her bit about what the bodies were being used for. He didn't particularly care about the specifics, especially considering he wasn't in the state of mind to digest the information properly in the first place. As she came in for what appeared to be a hug however, he immediately stood up, towering over her once again. If he was happy about the gratitude being shown, he certainly wasn't showing it. Stepping around her to avoid the maneuver, he looked off into the city, his back turned to his master. He didn't want her to sing his praises. He only wanted to continue with the reason he was summoned to begin with: The War. He looked back over his shoulder, expecting some sort of plan or direction from his master. She would know exactly how much energy she had to expend on his upkeep now, so he decided to let her pick their next engagement - unless another opportunity presented itself.

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hudhouse​

Spoiler: Mood Music and Transformation

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Kose knew that with this Berserker, it would only be work and exercise form here on out. Now, now she was going to need to do a very special journey to do this. Her bodies were going to the mansion, and then they would divert to the borders of the town and cast a spell on this entire city. A boundary spell that would make every other Master in this war fear her. With that, she would need to cut out communication to the outside world so that the Grail wouldn't be threatened... otherwise, the knowledge might summon either the Church's wrath upon her... or more importantly, summon Ruler. With her recent death by the hands of Assassin, Kose put a lot more faith in her Fleshbending powers. This magic would be her way to win this war, consuming and warping every able body to become her army of the dead, and grow fat from their power! Her mortality could be chucked out the window here... so it was time for the death of thousands just for her to get her wish.

Kose began cackling as madness and vampiric impulses and urges ran rampant through her veins. She missed the slaughter, she missed the violence, and now she would be able to feast all she wanted! She salivated at the spot, tell literal waterfalls of liquid spewed out of her maw. It coated her body until she was shifted into a cocoon, and rapidly melted away her main body before reforging herself. When her new body ripped out of the cocoon, she held a regal form. Glowing crystal shined around her, like an old European queen. She stood tall, equal to that of her Berserker. The horns she created melted away into more jewelry for her head while looking as if she was a rather enthusiastic cosplayer. She looked nothing like she was before, but the fact that he living dress shined with a command seal for Berserker for a moment was all that was needed.

Kose stated, "This town appears to hold all of the other Masters inside it. As such, we need a little more... Firepower. I am sending my body from the store to infiltrate and get police weaponry, while we are going to destroy the near by Power Plant to shut down this town. Once that is done, I will weave a spell that will mask all mana... except for my senses. The streets will be flooded with bodies rampaging towards Masters, and we shall all be assimilated into the Holy Grail's Commander. Don't worry, I can't hurt you or any of the other servants... even if I wanted to~! Shall we begin our monstrous deeds for the night...?"

( Xel Iskandar HTCOR Dalamus Ulom Birdsie Mion xAlter - I think about 8 turns from me until the Spell finishes...)

 

[Dalamus Ulom]

Clovis Savatier
The Church
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For a moment, Clovis was silent, seemingly dumbfounded by Assassin's question. This only lasted for a brief second, before he would suddenly begin howling with laughter. Guffawing, giggling, chuckling, snorting. He laughed in the servants' face till it hurt, until he remembered that he couldn't feel anything anymore since he was dead, and just kept on laughing for another solid minute.

Finally, he would settle down, still chuckling lightly to himself every now and then. "I guess you found me out, buddy," He would say, a grin spread across his face. To assassin, it would probably look hollow, as though the sentiment it held were not really what it seemed to portray.

"Honestly, I would have expected you to mention this awhile ago, at least before I went the way of the watermelon in a Gallagher act. I mean seriously, you couldn't have picked a worse time to attempt to threaten me. I'm not even sure what you're doing. Threatening a dead man? That's like trying to clean a car with some dogshit. Doesn't take a genius to realize the counterproductiveness of the act." Clovis chewed him out, placing his hands on his hips in a joking manner.

"But, since I'm nice, I'll tell you anyway. It takes the sacrifice of at least seven servants to be able to fully activate the grail, as you mentioned. And as far as I know, there are at least eight in this war," Clovis explained, winking as he would say the word eight.

HTCOR Birdsie Iskandar (since Christina would probably hear him laughing from just outside the front door)

 

[Mion]

Rider
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Rider appeared uninterested as the strange woman approached her and began to look over Rider. It was quite strange, it seemed this woman didn't care that Rider was right in front of her, studying Rider like she was apparently unaware that it was happening. And then she asked an odd question. Rider or Archer eh...? Rider gritted her teeth before she spoke.
"As the other servants have been rather busy I don't suppose I could hide my class. Very well then... I am servant Rider, and what servant may you be? Perhaps Lancer or Caster? You do not look like a Saber and I assume things would not be so peaceful here if you were Berserker. And I have a feeling the fellow outside must be our friend in the shadows." Rider spoke in a slightly irritated tone, she did not come here to mingle with the other masters and servants but to watch over her own master. She did not truly care which servant was which, after all in the end she would have to be prepared to defeat each and every one of them if she was to win this war for her master.

Xel (Sorry if it's a bit short. I can never think of stuff to fluff up my posts with. )

 

[Iskandar]

Christina
Church​

Christina was still lazily staggering down the aisle of the church towards the exit of said church. Luckily Caster had reached toward Christina and grabbed her sleeve, causing her to stop and not move forward. This had broken Christina out of her trance of somewhat depression. The doors of the church would swing open and Christina would just stare as a man and what looked like a woman walked into the church. Christina knew the woman was a servant, it only took a single look to realize that part.

Caster had abandoned Christina to deal with the man who was making his way her way. He rudely bumped into her before offering a rather weak apology. She sighed and shook her head "No problem. Also don't know. He's around here somewhere." She offered a nod before briskly walking past the man and after Caster. It only took her a few seconds to catch up to her servant who was now asking the other servant what class they were.

Christina remained silent and would let the two servants do whatever they were doing. Caster didn't seem hostile, at all. The Servant was more so curious in the newcomer. It was an odd type of peaceful in the church now, probably since Akira was gone and so was that Overseer. Sadly said silence was broken by the Wraith of Clovis was laughing for a minute or two at full blast outside the church. Christina furrowed her brow and almost made a face resembling to a pout. She wanted to go out and scold him but resisted with all her might. Crossing her arms she sighed and shifted her weight onto her right leg.

It was surprising to see the servant reveal her class, but her reasoning did make quite a bit of sense. As Rider asked what class Caster was, she debated on interjecting and telling Rider Caster was actually Lancer, but didn't. This was wholly up to Caster.

Xel Mion HTCOR xAlter @Dalamus Dalamus Ulom (post from school whoop)

 

[HTCOR]

Assassin
The Church's Gardens
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Assassin took a brief moment to pull his hood back, and tug his scarf down. The features on his face were molded into an aspect of sheer amazement at Clovis- the fact that he actually said what he had said. "...Clovis. I'm going to be straight with you. I was accompanying the Enforcers for a period of time. I'm fully aware of how to get rid of a spiritual entity. Anyways, moving on to a more key point: how long are we going to work for them, and is it going to be you or I who decides to open a hole to the Swirl of the Root, and most likely ends up with a new magic that revolves around bringing back the dead in a complete manner?"

The Servant decided to rub his temples, his entire presence fading back to almost nothing. He would sit down on a nearby bench, grumpiness going through him. "And Clovis, I apologize, again, for getting you killed. I didn't see a feasible scenario where I could do something, without the both of us dying, or you dying. Because the last time I had to deal with a Beserker, I had a Servant on my side, even if the Beserker really hated Saber." The Servant of the Shadows withdrew his Contender, beginning to polish it.

"And it seriously does not help that I doubt anyone is going to be willing to ally with someone of my class. You know. The one class that's infamous for killing Masters. You would have had a much better time summoning an Archer, even if I'm fully aware of the ins and outs of this War. Although, an eighth Servant? I assume you're referencing the other one with Presence Concealment, and the amount of edge that could slice up even a Heroic Spirit at ten yards?" There was a light tone to his voice, as he shifted from pissed off, to grumpy, to generally friendly again. Granted, he'd never be friendly near Christina- she was already enough of a bitch to him. No point to have her analyse him and be more of one.

There was another pause, as he thought. "Hm...could have that been a Ruler class? Last time I checked, my very presence calls for a Ruler, as according to the actions I performed against the Grail in my life. If so...then the Grail isn't any better than before, in my personal opinion." He would sigh, sliding his breach loader back into his cloak. His thoughts accelerated through a series of scenarios. "...Hm. So far, I've detected...Beserker, Saber, two Servants who I didn't identify, the Caster and Rider that's in there- and myself. And don't forget the 'Evil One' who was watching us from afar. That is a total of eight...so we have a decent shot at winning. But considering I haven't felt a Servant die yet, we're most likely in for a serious issue- a Dead Apostle who's heavily injured, and desperate..."

Assassin stood back up, cracking his knuckles. There was nothing to say anymore for that line of thought. It was an ugly thought, and there would be need for him soon. Then again, he wasn't even considering Saber's suggestion- Knights and Assassins never got along. He'd rather not be beheaded for 'Heresy', like those board games that he looked up a while back. It was Mace Three Hundred or something...he shook his head, as he slung his long rifle off his back, and into his hands. He was waiting, by this point- for a command.

Active Skills
Presence Concealment: B+
Mind of the Eye (True): B
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Dalamus Ulom
Birdsie

 

[Darkholme]

Berserker
Just on his way out, actually

As Berserker waited for a command, he turned all the way around, as his master appeared to descend into complete madness. He wasn't particularly concerned about the fact that she may possibly going quite mad, but was slightly more concerned with if she'd suddenly turn into a threat. He didn't raise his guard though, as it seemed there was something else to this sudden display. She once again began to change her shape, turning into yet another impressive form. It seemed to him that as she gained more and more power, she would use forms more impressive than the last to display and/or flaunt it to others. In particular, Berserker got the feeling that she didn't want to seem inferior to himself, and seemed to be matching his height whenever possible. As she finally finished her song and dance, he understood the reason of it all. Even in his madness, it was difficult to ignore the feeling of a large scale bounded field being slowly applied to the entire city. He listened somewhat to his master's explanation, not really caring much for the details, but giving a small grunt at the end as she finally suggested they head off. Their target wasn't another servant, but a structure. Well, at least destroying the structure would call attention to their location, thus bringing a servant to them instead. Satisfied with the course of action his master chose, he nodded once, vanishing into his spirit form, waiting for his master to lead the way. Even if he agreed on the course of action, he still didn't know what a power plant was, much less where it was.

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hudhouse​

 

[Xel]

CasterChurch: Night 1​

Caster beamed happily at the servant before him before excitedly speaking up "Nice to meet'chya, Rider!" This revelation meant that only Archer remained a mystery to them. A mystery that would have to be uncovered eventually. As Rider turned the question back on them they straightened up, bringing an index finger to tap on their chin thoughtfully. "My class, huh? Hmm... Well I suppose it'd be fitting to call me Caster." They lowered their hand to rest on the chest. "After all no other class could contain a magician of my caliber!" Caster's usual smile had a more self-assured tint to it at their proclamation. They cast a quick glance to the wall before turning their focus back on their Master who was standing silently behind them. Like a kid returning to their parent after a greeting they quickly made their way back to Christina's side.

They leaned in, bringing a hand up to whisper in their Master's ear all the while keeping an eye on Rider. "Do you want to try and ally with them?" Caster immediately leaned back after posing the question and gave Rider another look-over. They knew very little about the woman, but their options were getting just a tad limited. They looked over their shoulder at Rider's Master who had been left behind. Other than Rider's irritated tone they didn't seem that out there, not when compared to some of the others in the war at least. Even so, who they allied with really didn't matter much to them so it was ultimately up to their Master if this pair was acceptable or not.

Iskandar
HTCOR
Dalamus Ulom
Birdsie
Mion
xAlter

 

[xAlter]

Ashe Hakuno
Church
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Ashe sighed as he realized the overseer would not be meeting with him anytime soon. Turning around, he noticed Rider was talking with who he assumed was the Caster class servant. Ashe started towards the door, casting one last glance at the other Masters within in the church building. "Rider, we're going." he stated as he opened the door and walked out onto the streets. Ashe started to walk down the road, glancing towards the sky, the bright stars that littered it, and the shining moon. "This war, what will you do to me?"

(Short, on phone)

Mion

 

[hudhouse]

Berserker
Just on his way out, actually

As Berserker waited for a command, he turned all the way around, as his master appeared to descend into complete madness. He wasn't particularly concerned about the fact that she may possibly going quite mad, but was slightly more concerned with if she'd suddenly turn into a threat. He didn't raise his guard though, as it seemed there was something else to this sudden display. She once again began to change her shape, turning into yet another impressive form. It seemed to him that as she gained more and more power, she would use forms more impressive than the last to display and/or flaunt it to others. In particular, Berserker got the feeling that she didn't want to seem inferior to himself, and seemed to be matching his height whenever possible. As she finally finished her song and dance, he understood the reason of it all. Even in his madness, it was difficult to ignore the feeling of a large scale bounded field being slowly applied to the entire city. He listened somewhat to his master's explanation, not really caring much for the details, but giving a small grunt at the end as she finally suggested they head off. Their target wasn't another servant, but a structure. Well, at least destroying the structure would call attention to their location, thus bringing a servant to them instead. Satisfied with the course of action his master chose, he nodded once, vanishing into his spirit form, waiting for his master to lead the way. Even if he agreed on the course of action, he still didn't know what a power plant was, much less where it was.

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hudhouse​

Kose was about halfway towards the power plant, using the nearby 'crows' to get a view from the on high buildings. She planned constantly, spilling her thoughts towards Berserker, "With electricity removed, we could maybe take this a step further to send you into space? If you could go into low orbit with those boots of yours, maybe you could take down a few satellites and rocks and make it rain down on our foes?" The suggestion just hung in the air lifelessly. Yeah, it was stupid, and she fully admitting so, "Nah, I can just melt down this city, I don't need subpar-orbital bombardment due to a lack of ammunition. But speakin' of lacking ammunition..." She turned to face Berserker, and asked, "Couldn't you turn into your spirit form in a battle to lower your mana intake or increase your agility? Only wonderin', but I thought it might work. Though to be honest there, I don't know a lot about spirits..." She sighed. There wasn't much to say...

 

[Darkholme]

Berserker
En route to the power plant​

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As his master made her way to their target, he kept up, although still in his invisible spirit form. His presence was always there, assurance that if they suddenly came under threat that he'd be ready and able to fight. He listened to his master ramble on about potential plans, none of them sounding particularly reasonable or realistic, much less anything he was about to subject himself to. He would do anything to win, but that 'anything' had to be against his fellow heroes. If his master wanted to do anything silly or morally reprehensible, he'd overlook it, but certainly not commit to it himself. However, she did list off one decent idea. As she mentioned the idea of him phasing in and out of spirit form, he grunted in disapproval. He knew why it wouldn't work, but he didn't really have the means of explaining it to her. She mentioned not being particularly experienced with spirits, so he would have to leave it at that. Eventually however, they'd arrive at their destination. Such a structure would be child's play if he could use any of his greater magic, but that wasn't an option available to him. Once again, he waited for some sort of initiative from his master. This was her plan, so maybe she had her own method of dealing with the situation.

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hudhouse​