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My Discord's stolen don't message me there :<
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There are stupid questions, but if you pretend you were just joking you should be okay.
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The best business pitch is to throw the business ball past the business batter to the business catcher.
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I sometimes hear about someone having skeletons in their closet. Ok? How do you know they're still in there? You can't just assume a skeleton is gonna stay still. This is your house, not a graveyard.
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First Night

Van Oranje-Nassau spring vacation estate




The magical energy of the mansion began to warm and tremble at Vivienne's words, as noiseless pressure bore down on the air. An existence foreign to the current era stirred, and a faint golden light heralded the first signs of its approach. As she spoke on, the immense presence began to swell--

"Say no more."

--And rather than reaching some critical mass and rupturing into a cascade of ancient power, all that energy went out quicker than a lightbulb. Before the last syllables of the incantation had even left the magus' lips, something had arrived. Perhaps it was a testament to Vivienne's incredible talent, that the summoning spell had so readily spun her Servant into being. Or, perhaps it was a matter of this particular heroic spirit being eager to see some action.

On that matter, there stood the question of whether this was even a Servant at all. Palpable might, presence, and authority were nowhere to be found. Just a few feet from the fireplace, a common tabby stretched with satisfaction, as if recovering from a lengthy nap in a patch of sunlight. It radiated no magical energy, and in fact appeared rather delicate. The only real clue to its true nature was the fact that it had not been anywhere in sight until the moment of the summoning, appearing without notice in that spot.

Plus, it was talking.

"Hmmm... Pardon me. When I was alive, most women looked nothing like one another. How times change. I spy three or four of you scurrying around, so similar you could practically all be related!" Their ears twitched gleefully. It had only been a few moments since they had sprung into being, but Assassin felt plenty alert and awake, happy for the chance to learn new scents and trick new fools. "But you're the one marked with the Command Seal, so you're the one to ask:"

Even as a cat, there was a certain lively intelligence in Assassin's eyes as they looked the magus up and down. The lodgings may have been in an unusual style, but the woman herself was undoubtedly someone supremely fancy. With maids, too! So, probably loaded. The feline cogs were turning upstairs. Already there was the sweet, juicy, marrow-filled skeleton of a plan. This was going to be a good time.

"Are you ready to be my Nyaster?"


He definitely gave off the impression of being a person from a distant time.

Well, that was appropriate for a Heroic Spirit, but even among them, there were many who came from eras that could be better understood by living humans, or who melded better with the modern world when they arrived. In comparison, standing next to this Rider was more like--

--It was like gazing towards a vast sea, blanketed with fog. There was a serenity, but also a weight to his presence. For the magus who had summoned him, it must have seemed impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Was he sad?

The place where they were, as Rider understood it, was a sort of shop for food and drink where a person could sit down and enjoy anything they bought straightaway. There were various unfamiliar drinks and pastries on the menu, all advertised in an unfamiliar script, but thanks to the Grail he knew what it said, and he knew what they were, approximately. This wasn't the sort of place he had expected to be summoned to, and indeed, the nature of the young man who had called him here didn't reflect Rider's own expectation of what a Master would be. As a mage, he had enough power, but his life and the way he presented himself were different. He had not ordered Rider to venture out and destroy an enemy base, nor to sit on his hands and wait for a development. But that suited the hero just as well.

"Battles between Servants are confined to the night," There was a deep strength in Rider's voice, but he sounded too peaceful. Restrained? "But with the state this land is in, that concept loses its meaning. Darkness is nearly everywhere. The limit... Where we can and can't fight begins to break down."

There was no joy in speaking about the way things were in Japan, but it was ever-present. The grace of sunlight was all but absent, and that fact was reflected in the hearts of the people. For Rider, whose memories were filled with vibrant blue skies, open seas, and lush islands, it was heart-wrenching. He didn't speak about the lack of distinguishable day and night as an advantage in war, but only as a sorrowful observation.

"...Come, Master. By now, I'm sure every one of the Servants has been summoned. So, I'm going." The Heroic Spirit stood tall, glancing out at the dismal city through the broad windows of the coffee shop.

In a free-for-all war, there was no advantage to being the first one to enter into combat. Energy would be spent, and his strength would be revealed. Hiding in a secure base and observing the movements of foolish competitors would be the superior strategy in most scenarios. But with a mindset like that, Theseus never would have undertaken any of the deeds that made him a hero in the first place. In his understanding of his Master's motivations, Rider was sure that Shane would have no problem accompanying him. The little bell above the shop's door chimed when Rider pulled it open. He threw a cloak on, took up his staff, and stepped into the volcanic twilight.
Heya! Would like to know if there is still room for more players, as I see a full reserve list (or is that just for Servants?). Id like to play a Master.


I'm pretty sure there's room for a Master. Join on Discord if you wanna double check with us.
I'm interested! Not too sure what I'd play but for now let's say Rider class.

From Miyama to Shinto, Leaping





Clang. Clang.

The screech of iron against blazing stone rang out above Miyama town.

The enemy had obviously upped the ante a bit in terms of the power she was putting into her attacks, and Raiden did just the same. Each tossed rock met with the shaft of that polearm and was sent hurtling generally back in the direction it had come from. If she wanted to learn about his abilities, then she could learn that attacks on this level were still something he could absolutely handle. After five throws, he hadn't missed one yet, and he was getting closer with each hit.

More than just that. He was picking up speed and flashiness in equal measure, perhaps even revelling in the showiness of the battle. Every hit ended with a flourish, as he landed on a rooftop once again, staying still while Caster prepared her next attack before leaping up to meet it.

No doubt, it was a fool's way of fighting... Had he been swinging his spear with his feet just now?! At this point, his movement was such a rapid blur that it was impossible to say.

Clang. Clang.

The screech of iron against blazing stone rang out above Fuyuki Bridge.

"Hah! Anything else?!" Constantly picking up speed, each jump took Raiden noticeably further than the last. And yet that was completely counteracted by the fact that he came to a dead stop for a few seconds each time. He wasn't someone who prioritized efficiency, but that was his strength in its own way. He felt the sixth coming, crouched, and leapt again.

The returning course of the rocks was no longer so random, now. If she was going to harass him endlessly like this while he crossed the city, it was only fair for him to return the favour a bit, yeah?

The sixth stone clipped a satellite dish near where the pair were hovering, melting supports and sending it tumbling into the street below.

The seventh hurtled past them, close enough for Kairi to feel the heat radiating off of it.

After that, each one was aimed straight for Caster. Her own firecrackers careening through the air to return to their maker. Really, if she was any good as a magus, she could effortlessly deal with her own spell, but that was fine. It was the principle of the thing, really.

Clang. Clang.

The screech of iron against blazing stone rang out above Shinto town.

The buildings here were taller. Despite leaping dozens of meters into the air to strike the twelfth stone, Lancer only needed to fall a few feet to land on top of the nearest skyscraper. He took a breath, feeling the cold night air across his skin. He may have only been allowed to walk around during the night, but that was still fine. It felt nice. He closed his eyes.

Hm? The next one is...

For a fool, Raiden had one hell of a brain. At the release of the new shot, which, compared to the rest, burned dimly enough to be almost undetectable, he moved just the same. In that moment, before he felt the presence of the stone, what he thought was hey, where's the attack I was expecting?

His opponent didn't seem to be much of a warrior in the traditional sense, and he already had a "feel" for how and when she would act. Even if he couldn't predict what kind of magecraft this woman was using, he could definitely predict her throws.

Clang.

As the explosion began to simmer within that stone, it was repelled, flying backwards into the burning shot that had followed it. A collision to negate both attacks in a midair blast once they came together. Destroying two stones with one stone, so to say. Just as Caster had wished, a burst of light filled the sky, along with smoke and ash from the bullet-like stone.

But in the midst of all that, where was Lancer? Where had he landed? Was he somehow obscured behind the debris and smoke from that explosion just now..? No, surely if that were the case, it would only take a simple spell to see through it.

On the rooftop near to Caster, where the satellite dish had fallen, concrete shattered. No doubt, someone had just jumped from that spot. Even with the abilities he had shown so far, for him to make it this close so quickly was absolutely beyond expectations.

Caster's attention should definitely have turned to that rooftop, where magical energy and sound were radiating. If Lancer had lunged from there to make a direct attack, she would only have a fraction of an instant to ready countermeasures to protect herself and her Master.

Of course, he hadn't. His noisy leap from there had been completely horizontal, sending himself instantly to another rooftop, and from there...

Another leap, silently this time, without shattering the rooftop beneath his feet. He cut through the air like a spear, and his spear cut through the air like--well, you get the idea. Before the magus' eyes could fully register that there was no one coming at her from the first rooftop, he was in the air behind her, thrusting that huge weapon at her body. There was no way to stop grinning as he attacked with blinding speed.

"Was that fun? You've got a hell of an arm on you, Caster!"

...Doesn't shouting like that ruin the main point of a surprise attack, Raiden?

Riverside Workshop, Southern Moor




Oh. My hands aren't shaking anymore.

Thinking back, Fiore wasn't sure they had been shaking since she had arrived in Fuyuki, or even before that. She was sure they had used to, but that was a different time, now. Things were finally in motion. She and Caster had already made their opening moves, as small as they might have been.

Yggdmillennia's last fighter knelt in the yardspace behind the building she had appropriated for her base. Through the handful of trees that grew on this side of the river, she could vaguely see and hear rushing water. The stream that divided this battlefield in two. The division between Shinto and the area firmly controlled by them. In the air around her, she could faintly feel the presence of her Servant's magical energy permeating. That man wasn't a real magus, but he had still created a workshop for himself, in a manner of speaking. Her power, meanwhile, radiated in the ground beneath them. Burying spells into the ground and calling spirits to dwell there marked the beginnings of her fortifications.

It was better to be ready for anything. Now that the sun had set, anyone could pay them a visit. They had to be sure there was a solid welcome in store.

"Caster, please join me in the yard." She communicated through their mental link. Even though he was her Servant, it seemed she tended to be polite. He was older than her, after all. "That's enough writing for the moment. I'm really happy with the progress you've made so far."

While she waited for Carroll, Fiore unconsciously fingered the glasses in her breast pocket. It hadn't been long enough for any real new information to be recorded in them, but she wanted to wear them again. By the time she had found it, the spirit inside had already been past the point of communication, but it was still...

Something pointless to think about. There were things they needed to take care of. Once Caster was with her, they could start work on the yard. More pressing than that, in a way, was the other matter she needed to ask him.

"I have priorities in this war. There are people who need to pay for what they've done... But if we make it to the end and win for real." She hoped this was a tactful way to ask. "Well, what would you ask the Holy Grail for?"




On a Walk Through Miyama




By the time their circuit of the Eastern side of Fuyuki was finished, it was finally night. Raiden was someone who could respect rules and wait his turn, but all the same, he had been eager for things to finally get rolling.

"Perfect survival machine, huh? Not sure why you'd want to turn into something like that, but it's working for you style-wise." The ginger afro was another matter, but mentioning that now could throw off the energy of their whole night. Still invisible, he drifted alongside the magus and spoke noiselessly to him.

If nothing else, all that business about being an unkillable reptile meant Berzinsky was a Master who could watch his own back. That meant Lancer was free to, as ordered, 'hunt' for opponents in the surrounding area. There were the echoes of a few Servants' presences in the districts they had passed through...

But it seemed someone else had made the choice for them!

Raiden could feel the magical energy hurtling towards them. It was a long-range attack from someone he could barely see. A Heroic Spirit who was hiding herself in the distance. There was no telling what bizarre powers the projectile might have been harbouring, but it didn't exactly have the 'vibe' of a kill-shot.

Maybe whoever fired it wasn't so bad!

"Better stand back, boss!" Telepathically, he spoke once more. There was no telling if Berzinsky was aware of what was coming, but the Servant was the first to react. There was the electric shimmer of a Servant's body materializing on the sidewalk. A flawless body with tense, bent legs. Raiden jumped, leaving an explosion of shredded concrete in his wake.

He didn't finish materializing until he was already tearing into the sky. Golden hair whipped in the overwhelming wind as Lancer flew on a direct path to meet the projectile. Rather than just leaping, he was spinning. A thunderbolt had been let loose in the sky over Miyama.

As the distance between the two flying objects decreased, those eyes could properly make visual contact with it.

Oh! That's a--

Didn't people in the West have a name for this sort of thing? It was on the tip of his tongue.

Well, whatever.

An enormous length of platinum-white metal materialized in his hand, crackling with magical energy, its massive double-edged blade gleaming in the starlight. The feeling was new, but familiar. Raiden gripped his spear loosely as the distance between himself and the stone approached zero, preparing to swing.

Or rather, he had already swung.

Even if Caster's Clairvoyant eyes were watching with anticipation of the moment Lancer would collide with her ball, they may still have been surprised to find that a nigh-imperceptible strike from the spear had reached it while there were still more than two metres between them. Even if it couldn't be registered until after the fact, there was no mistaking that the spearman had released a first-rate attack, slamming the haft of the spear into the stone.

It wasn't as though Lancer was clueless when it came to this sort of magecraft. The runes on the rock could have meant anything--an explosion of fire, tendrils of mud, waves of ice. It could have been called foolish to face an unknown magical attack head-on, but if he knocked it hundreds of metres away before it had the chance to be triggered, then it wouldn't be a problem.

Like the clear ringing of a bell, a metallic sound echoed over Miyama. The rune-ball was sent flying back in the general direction of Shinto. There didn't seem to be much effort to aim it back at Caster specifically in this case. Rather, he was focused on knocking it out of the park.

Barring any surprising developments, Lancer let the rapid rotation of his body unwind, landing stylishly on a drug store rooftop a few blocks from the spot where he and Berzinsky had been standing. He twirled his polearm in one hand, letting it diffuse back into a transient blaze of magical energy before putting a palm on his hip and raising his other hand to shade his eyes a bit, squinting into the distant sky above Shinto town.

When under attack from an enemy with such power and range, the smart thing to do was try to close the distance and quickly and safely as possible, or, failing that, take cover and hope they lose interest. Raiden did neither, taking a stance on the roof where he had landed, tilting his head as if to say what was that all about? Really, he was inviting her to come over, or at least throw him something cooler.

If the enemy had attacked them from Shinto, they must have had great eyesight, right? If they could see his face, then they could see him winking.
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