[center] [img]https://image.ibb.co/fbeUFJ/Gin_Border.jpg[/img] [h2][color=darkorange]Gin Yoshiyaki[/color][/h2] [h3]???, Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Edge of Shinto[/h3] [hr] [@Paradox Witch] [@SSW] [@Froppy] [/center] Gin's mind was still scrambling at the many new things he has learned today. Just earlier this same day he had summoned his Servant, and he has already encountered two others. When Gin had thought of the idea of a Heroic Spirit, they were far different from what he had encountered and seen, especially now. He expected things like knights and samurai clad in armor lugging around shiny swords, not alcoholic cowboys and kids with... well, whatever the hell [i]Troy[/i] is supposed to be. In fact, the mere sight of [i]Troy[/i] blows Gin's mind to the possible powers Heroic Spirits could possess. The fact that this monster of a fortress could exist outside of his view made Gin feel uneasy. What powers could the other Servants possess, and what will this mean for Fuyuki? At some point, if not tonight, Gin'll have to figure it out and find out, himself. And speaking of spirits... [color=darkorange]"Ey, [i]Ite[/i],"[/color] Gin had addressed his Servant, rather informally, having been doing so after realizing that his Servant could speak Japanese, [color=darkorange]"I'm going to head up with the kid and [i]Robaasan[/i], maybe get t'know our new base of operations better. Just uh... gimme a call when the booze station's ready."[/color] Scratching behind his head, and trailing behind, Gin carried his [i]bokken[/i] in his hands, relaxed and leaning on his shoulder. Gin normally carried his [i]bokken[/i] casually as it helped with the many intricacies of his job, including breaking things such as pots, tables, the occasional ribs, etc. To Gin, it's an extension of his body, as he is a warrior, and his [i]bokken[/i] is his weapon. Without it, he feels incomplete. It's safe to say that whatever terms he made with Gatekeeper and Baba, it included that his blade stays with him at all times. While they made their way through [i]Troy[/i], Gin decided to make some small talk. It felt awkward that he was quietly walking between two very different beings that could easily crush him with a flick of a wrist. Not that it [i]scared[/i] him or anything. It's best for a warrior like Gin to remain cautious, after all. But for now, though, Gin felt like he should better get along with his new allies, for the time being. Most of Gin's mutterings were questions directed to Baba, mostly about her school of magecraft. Gin was surprised to meet someone else who practiced Eastern Thaumaturgy, as he was only expecting prissy and stuck-up foreigners to make up his enemies in the war. Even the "Founding Families" followed Western systems, so it was something of a pleasant surprise for Gin to meet someone who practiced a school so similar to his, despite how very different the results of their spells may be. [i]Hell, I didn't know I could use this to make damn robots![/i] When they finally made it up to Baba's workshop, Gin stretched his arms and rested his hands behind the back of his head, letting out a yawn. With his [i]bokken[/i] tucked into his belt, he walked over to the window, enjoying the view of the night sky. [color=darkorange]"Say, [i]Obaasan[/i], if both of us make it outta this war unscathed, and like hell am I letting us die, think ya could use that magic o'yours to make me a ca-..."[/color] Gin had stopped, mid-sentence, as a glaring light catches his eye. [color=darkorange]"Aren't those..."[/color] [hr] [center] [img]https://image.ibb.co/dqueFJ/Theoderic_Border.png[/img] [h2][color=gold]Black Rider[/color][/h2] [h3]Einzbern Forest Outskirts, Miyama, Earlier Tonight[/h3] [hr] [@Crusader Lord] [/center] [color=gold]"... Fireworks?"[/color] Rider looked up as those bright, flashing motes of light ripped through the night sky. A look of concern washed over Rider's face as they flew in too close for his comfort. Rearing Falke towards its direction, Rider began to follow the lights to wherever their destination had been. And when the ground began to shake as they finally met their mark, Rider picked up the pace to a near blinding speed, speed that only a Servant could ever dare accomplish. On his way, his own Master had notified Rider of what had just happened. [color=gold][i]I'm already on my way to the crash sight, Master. I'll let you know as soon as I'm there.[/i][/color] It only took him a mere few minutes to get there on his steed. Indeed, Rider-class Servants are well known for their speeds, due to their high Agility and mounts, and this particular Rider was no exception. As a matter of fact, Rider, himself, could possibly match speeds that could rival even the fastest of Heroic Spirits. Of course, Rider has yet to find an opponent faster than him. Not yet, at least... What met Rider when he arrived to his destination was... complete devastation. Much of this part of the forest has been razed, with what's left being nothing but dirt and blackened trees, burnt to a crisp. As Rider stepped off his horse, his golden black armor had began to manifest over him, unwrapping the talismans surrounding his cane to reveal an ornate-looking longsword. Removing his bowler hat and tossing it to the wind, a black circlet had manifested wrapping around Rider's forehead, finally revealing himself as a grand warrior-king of legend, a true Heroic Spirit in flesh and bone. Rider began to march through the blasted landscape, but not before waving an empty hand to his horse, Falke, who gave a brief snort in return before riding back to the Einzbern estate. [color=gold][i]Master, I've made it to the crash sight,[/i][/color] Rider had communicated to his Master as he made his investigation, soot and ash staining his flowing cape. [color=gold][i]It looks like the work of a Noble Phantasm. That of an Archer, perhaps? I saw streaks of colorful lights zip through the sky before the crash.[/i][/color] In his inquiry, Rider had come across one of the many craters, counting as many as ten. Gritting his teeth at the attack made near his property, out of all places, Rider had prepared himself for a fight. While it was unlikely that an Archer would make their way here after delivering such an attack from afar, it still could have attracted other Servants to the location. In any case, Rider doesn't seem to have plans to head back for the night... [color=gold][i]There seems to be about six to ten craters all around, but I couldn't find an arrow or anything else that would help us figure out what kind of weapon this could be. It looks like the work of an Anti-Army attack. I don't think the Servant in question is around, but I still suggest staying inside your compound while you can. I've sent Falke to protect you in case the Servant plans to make an attack while I'm away. Stay safe, Master.[/i][/color] Looks like dinner will have to wait.