[center][img]https://i.gyazo.com/6780d70991c2c395d97399e21db9999c.png[/img] [h3][color=fff79a]Ibaraki Douji[/color][/h3] [i]Rashoumon no Oni[/i] [i]Not 200 Meters From the Matou Mansion[/i] [@Paradox Witch][/center] [i]‘That’[/i] Servant. Very well. The plan was simple enough, one which required minimal effort on her part. Lightly tossing the strange device in her hand, an explosive according to her Master, she casually shifted forms from a rotund man with a beaver tail into a smaller, more unimpressive looking man. Completely bland, like plain rice with no seasoning, the perfect culprit for the crime. The Servant who had the misfortune of being the one to be on the receiving end of the guilt -- his form was taken. [center][img]https://i.gyazo.com/7c1bf328c1af784058b2f292eeca2f3c.png[/img][/center] As per instruction, or rather prior knowledge, she had been idly feeding the explosive for a while, dripping malignant ichor into its very being. Even as she played with it like a bored child, tethers of her power clung to it. With all the dispassion appropriate for her class, the Assassin, disguised as a certain other Servant, lifted her leg up and reared her arm back. A momentary tap of her demonic power was all she needed for the pitch. [i]Mana Burst.[/i] She launched the explosive. A veritable thundercrack resounded from her vantage point, a bundle of raw hate, layer upon layer of grudges permeating from it, threatening to detonate and mark the area with an unrelenting curse, streaking between trees and buildings to reach its destination, a bullet with no drop heading right for a window. For as long as that sound lasted, so too did the drop of her near-perfect self-concealment. “[color=fff79a]Kuhaa… how cunning, how cunning.[/color]” Vandalism of property was to be expected in this role, but it still tickled her in a most base and childish manner. To attack their enemies while their guardians were away, how truly deplorable. How [i]ideal.[/i] “[color=fff79a]This role does please me so, Master. Do think of similar ways to utilise me, won’t you?[/color]” And just like that, she was gone, losing herself among the city streets, a yellow moth on the night winds. [hr] [center][img]https://i.gyazo.com/5f31dd59d26c08531fc7e3dc9239ce33.png[/img] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Ana Einnashe[/color][/h3] [i]The Youthful, Ganymedean and Odd Heir of the Lonely Forest Family[/i] [i]Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, Fuyuki Outskirts[/i] [@Froppy][/center] “[color=9e0b0f]Chop![/color]” Anaxstolas chopped Berserker right on the head. A painless, almost playful gesture. He took his hand back, shaking it a little. She was, of course, a Servant at the end of the day. “[color=9e0b0f]That was for running away before I got to finish the induction! But it’s fine, I finished it without you,[/color]” he said, crossing his arms and puffing out his chest, turning his head away. Peering some details through his [i]Masters Claiyvoyance[/i] wasn't too bad, but he was making a point. He wasn't about to tell her 'good work' for running off without him! “[color=9e0b0f]It took some thinking, but luckily I had a lot of processing power to spare for the matter! And the details of your hand from the…[/color]” he cleared his throat, “[color=9e0b0f][i]hand holding[/i] told me a lot! I used the contact to sort of examine the internal pseudo-biology of your manifested form, by the way. Sorry. Had to distract myself. But anyway![/color]” He raised a finger, and then pointed it to a tree not too far from the central one, its trunk thick and pulsing with a soothing blue energy from cracks in the bark in the manner a very, very slow heart would move blood. It was only a little bit taller than Ana himself, but it took up quite a bit of space, and its branches were almost lame in comparison to some of the other trees. “[color=9e0b0f]This is my test unit! I did some initial tuning while you were gone, so once we’re done you’ll be able to go hog wild when fighting without killing me! Isn’t that great?![/color]” Unable to hold a petty grudge for long, he was already intruding on Berserker’s space, face alight with unadulterated enthusiasm. “[color=9e0b0f]You’ll get to punch and kick and throw bowls all day with that power of yours, and I won’t drag you down![/color]” And then he leaned back. “[color=9e0b0f]But I’ll need to have the smallest drop of your blood -- and not just anywhere! But I didn’t want to order you to do give it to me, because that’d be rude. So I’m asking.[/color]” He got down on one knee, one hand raised, another to his chest, eyes gleaming with the innocence of an unknowing monster. “[color=9e0b0f]Berserker, would you do me the honour of providing me with twenty-three milliliters of your blood?[/color]” No, Anaxstolas was not about to propose to the literal demon. They haven’t even had dinner yet. Which was going to be lobster, he noticed. Great!