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[u]Banquet, Academy[/u]

The gauntlet had been thrown down. The declaration of war made. The doctor would ‘cure’ this infection. And Orpheus-

Against his initial instinct, stood by the Faker of Ruin. 

“I apologize, Healer. But for this Moment, I will stand by these fellows. A fair three-on-three, to wrap up the night.”

The guitar in his hands takes on a sleeker, modern look, transforming as Orpheus picks the tune in his mind. The rhythm [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9kDr4na0ls]starts[/url], prompting the beginning of the fight. The allies of Orpheus- the Berserker and the Faker, as well as all their Masters, improved their defenses and felt the soothing wind heal their wounds over time. 

Any assault against the Masters however, would not be forgiven. No more speeches. No more talk. 

[color=0054a6][b]“Orphic Rhapsodies.”[/b][/color]

The world shifts, and the music takes a new hue. The songs can be heard more clearly- but more than that, the songs are [i]alive[/i]. The tune evolves, more emboldened, stronger, faster. The Masters of their troupe are given a barrier of nature and magic to shield them from the combat of servants, and another such barrier rises behind the Servants of the opposing crew. 

A grin broke through on Caster’s face. [b]This[/b] was what he lived for. To stand within the the very eye of the Event, and play to his heart’s content, refusing to be chained by the world. Ah, such a thrill had not gripped him since his days upon that boat.

He did not desire a victor. No, what he desired was a memorable Outcome. 

For that, he would play.



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[h2]Tom Fruz.[/h2]
[u]Behind Hercules, Academy[/u]

[quote]"...boy, don't turn your eyes away. You must watch this to its conclusion."[/quote]

"I will." The words come out as a whisper. The legend. The Hero. Everything Tom Fruz knew about myth- was Hercules.

He refuses to cry. To cry would be to break that final oath with his Servant. The night has shown him much- the rebukes of the other Servants have shaken his faith. They have brought his hopes low. 

He cannot win. He cannot access the Miracle. He cannot be saved.

But still.

"...I trust you." The eyepatch which covers the newly implanted eye is removed. He will not look away.

"Before you are Hercules, before you are anything else..."

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"You are the Servant who responded to my call. Fight, and win, My Hero."

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