[color=ed1c24][b]Berserker[/b][/color]
11.5th Floor Hotel Room
Interacting with: [@Turboshitter] Albert Prelati, [@VanceXentan] Lancelot, Leon Winchester, Beowulf, Bozo the Suicide Bomber, Spoopy Skeltan Man 
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Now, there were a lot of comments Roland took issue with, but she was capable of easily dismissing them as simply the ramblings of a heretical fool, the mask of a clown only completing such an image. And what king gets angry at their jester? Exactly, which was why the woman simply snorted and gave a dismissive handwave in response to the masked man’s tirade, explaining: “Cleansing heresy takes many forms, sometimes vampires and magi, sometimes Saracens and their eastern monsters. A monster who changes their body by the light of the moon, and a nation that consorts with devils are cut from the same cloth.”

She rested her chin on the pommel of Durendal, and turned her head to Beowulf. “What unique company you keep, Bear of the Geats,” she remarked. “As many issues as we have between ourselves, I pity your fortune, being leashed to someone who treats you as a tool to use.” 

The next she was to address was Saber, whose knightly rhetoric resonated with the berserker’s chivalric nature. But regardless, she still had reservations trusting that anathemic abomination. Still… “Hn. I am used to taking leaps of faith, but it will be regretful to see someone of your ilk perish so dishonorably, should the worst come to past.”  She placed her hand on the hilt of the blade, preparing to drop the boundary. “But like yourself, I do not speak on my own behalf - I shall see what my Master believes. Au revoir, Saber and Leon.”

And soon after, all hell broke loose.

“...Nice. ‘Doubling down’, as you say - I like it,” Berserker grinned, pulling the sword from the floor and disintegrating the field, just as Beowulf slammed his fist into his own Master, triggering the collapse of the building. The hotel swayed as its foundations burst. The enemy team had already made their escape, so now it was up to them to make their own; what a waste that bomb had ended up being. 

Roland grabbed her Master by the collar, threw him over her shoulder,  and kicked a hole in the opposite wall. Below them, twelve storeys of air, and then cold concrete lay. “Well, Master,” Roland said, “Hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCJvuDfVNVs]She leapt.[/url]
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[color=00a99d][b]Prof. Sosthenes Antaeoi Kanakaris[/b][/color]
Mizushima Household, 2:06AM
Interacting with: [@Eklispe] Cu Chulainn, [@1Charak2] Medusa, [@Turboshitter] Ren Mizushima
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Sosthenes could hear people talking shit downstairs, but fortunately he was a university professor so he was used to that kind of thing. They could throw all the shade they wanted, but he was still the beacon enlightening the masses and ensuring that they could live out the rest of their lives with a knowledge of things that may or may not be relevant in the future. So he let the haters hate, he would simply laugh because they were fake.

He popped into the room and fired a set of finger pistols at Medusa. “That’s just, like, your opinion, Rider,” he countered dismissively, “Now if you excuse me, I’m going to be contributing to the fortifications so Assassin or some such doesn’t slit our necks in our sleep!”

[i]’Lancer, when you get the chance, can you set up some defensive rune arrays around the household?’[/i] he asked, bending over in the basement to set up some standard defensive fields, [i]’Also, you have my permission to seek out a fight or scout out the competition if you so desire, so long as the house is ‘cleaned up’ as it were. I trust my apprentice well enough not to kill me in cold blood like the Brutus to my Caesar, and I trust the skills of a hero such as you to operate without my direct supervision.’[/i]