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[hider=Consequences of Action and Inaction (Involving: Kuremi, Aoi, and Rebecca)]
	So many mistakes made. Emotions allowed to boil over. Panic allowed to take over. Action. Inaction. Consequences applied to both. Aoi’s scream was an attractant to guards that had lain sentry slumber, and Noboru’s rampage had pulled more inside the school towards him. Emotionlessly, Hana raised her sword, and trust the blade towards her paralyzed sister; intending to sink the blade into her and fold her in. However, her attack was suddenly applied to a section of armor, and screeched, as it scraped down Aoi's lance.

Underneath, there was a ruffling that came from a book that fell before Aoi; Hana turned her attention to the new threat, instincts of a human, and tapped her sword against the ground. Forward, the assaulted teen turned stone marched straight at the ping that was Rebecca... at least, until the soldier was battered against the back by a wooden rod that used to be a broom. It wasn't much but, in the hand of the kendo proficient, Kuremi was able to, if only briefly, bring pause to Aoi's sister, and keep Rebecca safe.

However, as she ran forward, her path was blocked by a pair of soldiers that Rebecca could easily recognize as her American penpal, and his childhood friend from his griping. The foreigner known as Bill Cumberland raised his longbow, and aimed squarely at Kuremi's face, while Lauren marched forward with a sword drawn  before both paused in place, and sheathed their arms. Hana ceased her own assault against her sister and company, and looked towards the distance behind the school, with her stone compatriots... as if their attention was summoned.
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[hider=The Anger Inside Fear (Involving: Maggie and Noboru)]
	Inside, Noboru had the good fortune, if one could say so, that his Servant’s manifestation had come with such potential and guardianship. If not for the dervish of chains, his body would have be riddled with arrow and sword within moments of drawing so much attention. However, in spite of his heroism, it had the drawback of culling all attention to him, and leaving him without defense. It was just a matter of time before his selflessness would bring his downfall... until his instincts warned him of a sudden threat.

A twin set of spikes of magic; one distant and all encompassing that brought pause to his Servant for a moment, as if attempting to trace it back to the source, and one that prickled his Human sense of overwhelming danger. Noboru wouldn't have time to mull on either, as the onslaught against him stopped without reason, but his chain suddenly braced for an unseen hell that was coming...

Her breath held behind trembling fingers, Maggie listened to the thunderstorm of her heartbeat, and the march of terracotta against hardwood. Before her, the phantasmal hand seemed to be planning something, as it was frantically jerking around, and trying to make her move. However, she wasn't listening; rooted well in place by her fear. Fortunately, or, perhaps, unfortunately, that fear was easy to override, as Noboru burst into the room; a mess of man and chain, flailing wildly, and radiating a powerful aura of -- over -- confidence.

	Instead of fearing the soldiers, she feared his almost eldritch existence, and yet, she couldn’t run from it, even as he commanded. Maggie couldn’t run... and, that... drove her over the edge. “[color=f26522]... go... away...[/color]” she muttered, as the phantasmal hand clenched, and she reached into her runestone pouch, “[color=f26522][i]Cosaint! Soinneáin! Soinneáin! Soinneáin![/i][/color]” Maggie shouted, as she suddenly flipped the table with a large dome shield, and created a trio of large explosions that destroyed the room, and sent Noboru out of window he came in. 

“[color=f26522][i]Soinneáin! Soinneáin! Soinneáin![/i][/color]” Maggie's denotations ripped apart the floor, and sent the bulk of the room crashing into the one below it. “[color=f26522][i]Dlús a chur.[/i][/color]” Maggie says, as shattering her shield with the force of her sudden acceleration, and outrunning the collapse. Fear controlling her, she wastefully began to blast everything she came across, as she forced a path deeper into the school.
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[hider=New Faces and Allies? (Involving: Dorian, Lia, and Jin)]
	It would be easy to assume, when he got up, Morimoto Ryouji wasn't planning on hiding out from stone statues of his students, fellow teachers, and even the nice lady at the coffee shop he liked. Yet, here he was, hiding out in a spare classroom, as several petrified students were marching around. He’d heard screaming from down the hallway, outside, and a shatter of glass nearby. Looking up from behind the desk, he looked to his left, at the 3D Animation teacher, fellow Homeroom teacher, and owner of such an unique name in all of Japan: Dorian Fiordilatte.

“[color=808080]It’s getting quiet again,[/color]” Morimoto says, hopeful. “[color=808080]Think they sleep...?[/color]” he asks, drawing a growl from one of the two girls that made up the four occupants of the room. Ryou Jin, he remembered her name from the earlier discussion over “troubled” children. It seemed she was enamored with the yankii lifestyle; an old delinquent, himself, he remembered the glamorous look of the lifestyle, before coming to terms with the reality of life. He knew that Jin could be something, if she tried to be more; something like the other female in the room.

Lia. C. Icecole; pianist; singer; linguist; and, she was aiming to be a doctor. Morimoto was proud to be her Homeroom teacher... however, he was proud... and pride could translate into creepy staring at her. Blushing in embarrassment, Morimoto looked away from her, and back to Dorian. “[color=808080]S-So, do you think, we can -- ?[/color]” Suddenly, he was interrupted by a distinctive female scream, and the wall across from this blowing down. “[color=808080]What the -- !?[/color]” Morimoto tried to speak, however, he noticed the floor was fast giving away.

Talking was wasting time the could be used for action -- or escaping.
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[hider=The Emperor Moves (Involving: PLOT)]
	“[color=a2d39c][b]It is time to advance,[/b][/color]” Kozo said, head tilted, as if acknowledging someone to his side. He lifted his arms, as if silencing crowd; in a way, perhaps he was, as all his stone soldiers paused, and turned their attention to his direction. “[color=a2d39c][b]Progress, its march cannot be halted by even destiny, so I have decided. Against this city, we've amassed the force to consume the greater area,[/b][/color]” he announced, “[color=a2d39c][b]Assimilate all that lie before you; fold them to the divine will of your Emperor. Failure is not something you can know under my divine guidance, so march without waver.[/b][/color]” Kozo lowered his hands, “[color=a2d39c][b]Expand my Empire, and know Heaven sends you through me.[/b][/color]”

Under new orders, the soldiers of stone started to press into the city, proper, and drew sword and arrow against anyone they saw. Unable to react, situation beyond their training, the first response police flew to the unyielding march and folded. However, they weren't simple civilians, but truly trained warriors, and held crossbows instead of the terracotta shortsword or longbows. Unfortunately, it didn't simply end there, but escalated further, as they place a hand against car, and the metal was wrapped in stone; cracking, crumbling, reshaping, until a stallion of terracotta stood were a car once did -- the mechanical horse realized.

Forming old-school rifle companies and calvary, simultaneously, the expanding army posed a greater treat with superior mobility; which was put to task, as the horses were driven further. Truly, the march progressed without any seeming to possess any possibility of failure.

[center][i]Save for the attention drawn by its very existence...[/i][/center]
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[hider=The Messenger Shoots (Involving: ???)]
	From a sea of swivel chairs, LCD monitors, and a chill that made winter seem like summer, came a stream of reports from eagle-eyed men and women dressed like an everyday office worker. For a woman with a strong jaw, sharp eyes, and very unhappy expression, one was currently Priority One. “[color=f88379]Update on Activated Servant in --[/color]” Her request was cut short, as a woman spoke up, “[color=808080]Servant, Caster F-01 is increasing. Report is a follows: Saint Graph Signature Materialization: Completed. Spiritron Construction: Temple is complete. Addition information is present.[/color]”

Sitting up, the woman opened the feed on her screen. “[color=808080]Seven simultaneous Saint Graphs are being detected in one location, approximately ten city blocks from the Temple,[/color]” says a man, “[color=808080]seven in the Materialization Stage, and one fully Materialized; a Rider Saint Graph, Designation: D-23. Preliminary scans of the area return a Saber, Archer, Assassin, Lancer, Caster, and, interestingly enough, a Shielder, all of Spiritron Quality: Nominal.[/color]” The woman sat forward, “[color=f88379]And, the eighth?[/color]”

Another man spoke up. “[color=808080]Berserker. Spiritron Quality: Sporadic.[/color]” Sighing, the woman sat back. “[color=f88379]A Full House? That can't be good news,[/color]” running a hand through her hair, she stood up, “[color=f88379]This is getting out of hand. There's no fighting the progress of this without getting numbers of our own,[/color]" she flipped open a cellphone, placing a call, "[color=f88369]Switch Maria Hotsuin and Rider A-05 from Standby to Active.[/color]”

The woman looked at her destination, “[color=f88379]It’s time for Ratatoskr to send a message. What better place than school?[/color]”
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