ADamnFiddle

Fate/Ousia

Cu Chulainn, Lancer

Plaza of the Inca Hotel

Room 207

@Holy Grail

“A luncheon with the other Masters, eh? That is like a party, right? Suppose I am not the only one who would want to converse with the people I will eventually kill, eh?”

Some could consider the blue tights wearing Lancer a tad bit odd regarding his situation regarding viewing his enemies. Even if someone was an “enemy”, he could still speak to them in a casual manner. Hell, he wouldn’t even be adverse to spending time getting to know them if they were someone he liked. Lancer didn’t believe that the person he had to kill, despite being someone he would eventually have to defeat in battle, was really his “enemy”. Merely circumstances brought them to fight.

Is it really wrong not to feel hate towards an opponent? At the very least, those who didn’t piss Lancer off, which granted wasn’t particularly difficult to do if you were a certain red Archer or had a similar personality. But Lancer didn’t have much to lose or gain from these sorts of conflicts. He didn’t particularly have a wish from the grail. His only desire during this war was to fight and prove his legends against other heroes. People kill folks they know all the time on the battlefield in a war, and this “Holy Grail War” was no exception.

“Yo, Master, are we going to this party, right? Don’t worry, I’ll be by your side the entire time. After all, you are my Master; my lord. Ain’t exactly a warrior if I can’t even protect the one I serve, ya know?”

Well, at the very least if his Master didn’t want to go, he couldn’t really blame completely. Masters tended towards cowardly ways, letting their Servants be the forefront of battle and relegating themselves to a supportive role. Though this was best for the dynamic of Servant-Master combo, Lancer definitely didn’t want a Master that was overly a coward.

The blue spearman seemed to make up his mind. He wanted to go to the party with his Master. After all, if he was going to prove himself against other Heroes such as himself, he could at least get to know them before he kills them or they kill him. Wouldn’t really hurt at the very least.

Lancer had known many enemies he liked and many allies he disliked. However, when your lord demands the death of an opponent, it isn’t truly like one can tell them “No”. Just like his best friend, killed by the very spear meant to kill another.

Just like his son.

“But I gotta say Master., though I did like the maid outfit, your nightgown ain’t half bad either. Love life must be on fire; you must have suitors coming from every crack! It’d be a waste if you didn’t anyway. ”

With a hearty laugh, Lancer said these words. Like before, Lancer commented on her appearance being rather suitable to his own tastes in terms of aesthetics. A man who spoke only about what he wanted and nothing more, Even if he had a wife, it wasn’t exactly like Lancer was the most faithful man. He chased what he wanted because he wanted it. However, this sort of life eventually lead to his demise in life. That was it. A man who wanted to live without regrets, regardless if he had made any sort of bad turns, and nothing more. It didn’t matter if he understood his Master was artificial at first glance. Lancer was, on top of being a master in the art of the spear was also a top-notch magus. Even so, these sorts of prospects didn’t matter to Lancer. It wasn’t about what you were, it was about how you were.

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Ravel “Speedstar” Livoria D’Arby

Wednesday, November 17th, 2015
WJ Marriott, Room 603

@kusanagifire

“Alright Saber, I have completed my work as a mage for the time being. But it appears that we have been invited to a party of sorts. Might you, a strong knight, be my escort for this “party?””

Despite her feminine appearance, Saber was definitely anything but fragile. If anything, the Servant was a brick in the shape of a beautiful lady.

But there was something that Ravel needed to confirm before she decided to leave for the event. Something that was bothering her. The conversation that she had with Saber prior to deciding to leave to the Dark Amazon’s specified location. It appeared that within the confines of the moment, her servant after asking about her desire from the grail seemed a bit disheartened, almost as if dejected by the inquiry. But unfortunately for the Servant, though rather large compared to a hotel room, being a suite and all, but regardless it was still small compared to a condo of sorts.

Even if Ravel wished to inquire about her Servant’s attitude, there was also the matter of putting up a bounded field. As a mage and it being one of her family’s specialties, she felt that at the very least she wanted to ensure that a basic one was up before any sort of other activities were considered.

This was the case with the message she had received regarding the dark amazon’s message. A meeting of Masters was something that could be considered dangerous in the event that the other Masters proved hostile, but as more and more Masters are to come, one could say that the likelihood of another person making a ruckus decreases, assuming any of her competition were smart in the slightest. After all, a single fight can lead to everyone dead, not just one person.

“I am sorry if I had bothered you with my inquiry before. I do hope you do not hate me, but if that is the case I am sorry for my transgressions and hope we can possibly move past it.”

Well, at least to Ravel, it appeared that Saber’s actions were not out of spite, but it was always best to ensure one has their bases covered in this regard. If anything, Ravel was someone who acted in care, trying not to offend others. After all, she was less suited for such a bloody war and was more the sort of person who would prefer a more normal life, or what was normal in the perspective of the pursuit of magecraft.

Ravel did want to bring attention to the matter, as it was a bit unsettling for herself. Her Servant seemed like a lost dog in some regards, dejected by the current question. But despite this degree of humiliation, Saber stayed near her Master in case anything were to happen. And for that, Ravel respected a bit more.

“Perhaps I am getting a bit ahead of myself, but I still wish for you to attend this party with me. There might be other Masters attending as well, so it would be best for us to see the competition.”

[Going to: "Plaza San Francisco"]

Fate/Ousia

@Holy GrailI'll try to get something up some time tomorrow. It's been a busy week, and I;m feeling a bit drained all things considered.

@BelossSame for you, buddy. Sorry I've been taking so long.

@Raijinslayer

Sorry to hear man. Hope you feel better <3

Fate/Ousia

Doing ok, though there have been some moments in the last week that have been....less than pleasant.

Overall, though, i am just waiting on Raijinslayer to post for Charles before i make a post, so i can then post with Elyse and Jack at the same time. Makes it a bit easier to post for both at the same time when things in real life have gotten a bit busy here on my end of things.

@Holy Grail

Ayy that is fine. I'll just wait then m8ty. I've been off, but as the degenerate I am I had hardly a moment sober. Time to get back to the shift of things with work.

Shakugan no Shana -Fragments of Crimson- [On Hiatus]

Well I made my post. Sorry it took a while. Has been a rather hectic week, ya know?

Fate/Ousia

<Snipped quote by ADamnFiddle>

Lucky.

@ConstantlyComic

If only a bit.

I'll be lurking for a while. Just wondering how everyone is doing recently? Hopefully good, I would imagine.

Shakugan no Shana -Fragments of Crimson- [On Hiatus]

[Outlaw Warehouse
Boston, USA
Lucien Lothringen, Defender of the Light and Seina, The Pontiff of Order]

@RolePlayerRoxas @TheWindel @KoL @Gilgex @Sodium

“Well if this is the sort of atmosphere you promote, then count me as a customer, lass,” Lucien simply responded. Of course, the Bilter was definitely someone who was aesthetically pleasing, and on top of that served good drinks. What else can one really look for in a “bartender”? At least, in Lucien’s mind, all one really needed in life was a good drink and a cute girl to be content with the current situation.

"I must be lucky if you are that skilled at making drinks and that cute looking then~."

But even so, though a good drink is definitely somewhat of a rarity, the value of the “cuteness of a girl” tended, for Lucien, to outweigh the quality of the drink, and to his surroundings there were a rather fair amount of what he would describe as “cute girls”.

There was a rather quiet girl who’s Crimson Lord seemed more willing to strike up a conversation, Cruel & Silent Hunter. Though skill and prowess in defeating opponents was definitely something that Lucien respected, he could not really say that he agreed with her seeming refusal to speak and enjoy herself in the current … “outing” of sorts.

“Guess you don’t really talk much, eh?”

Boring girls, even if they were cute, were boring none-the-less. But the Cruel & Silent Hunter seemed to be mulling something on the inside. Perhaps she was a bit more complex than what she let on with her hmms and nods let on? Lucien was a bit interested as to what her inner workings were like, not only because she was cute but because he was not the sort to judge based solely on appearance.

Then there was a woman with a strong eastern European accent, likely Slavic in origin, but as to which origin it was it seemed a bit of a mystery. Maybe Russian? Her English skills seemed a bit off. Hardly paying attention, he had heard her voice mispronounce a few words and speak oddly. That was to be expected though. Most eastern European languages were hardly compatible with more western counterparts. But what did interest Lucien was the over-sized curved blade she carried about her person. Though she seemed a bit happy about the bar just as Lucien was.

“Can’t really say I understand what you are saying, Miss, but perhaps your Crimson Lord has some sort of idea as to what you're saying? Or perhaps you could try and speak what you were trying to convey once again? I also want to say that I like your sword.”

Lucien wasn’t really trying to be rude, but ti say the least, he did want to know what the girl was babbling about in what appeared to be a strange tongue but was really in retrospect broken English.

There was also Farris Aran, but she seemed a lot less interested in the bar than the other Flame Hazes gathered today. Perhaps not “disinterested”, but more so interested in another affair. The true reason why they had arrived here in the first place. It was commendable. A room full of monsters within their own right. And Lucien was no exception, nor the other three ladies that had gained Lucien’s attention. Though unlike the other three ladies who Lucien could clearly see where “cute”, there was a degree of knowledge and deep understanding behind Farris. Farris was more of a “beauty”. At least, that was the only term that Lucien could think of to describe her from mere passing glances, and at the very least, she seemed a bit busy.

Aside from the girls who were mingling, there was also a man who had gained Lucien’s attention. Though Lucien was a rather slender compared to most others, lengthy at best, the man who had asked for a rather effeminate drink, a strawberry daiquiri, seemed as if he could crush a rock between his fists. An interesting prospect that Lucien would like to be proven right in this regard. Even if he acting in a bit of a childish manner from his drink choice, the strong definitely had a place within Lucien’s interests as potential sparring partners or those he would like to fight alongside.

“You look pretty strong. Perhaps you would be interested in sparring with be a few rounds after this is all over? Or perhaps you wish to drink a few with me?”

A simple question. If he was as strong as his appearance let on, it would be good training to have mock battles against the man, Alastair . Same was true of the Eastern European lady, as the over-sized eastern blade she carried seemed to require a degree of skill to wield.

Turning back to the bartender once again, Lucien continued.

“I am Lucien Lothringen, The Defender of the Light by the way. Maybe you have a card I could borrow for your “bar” if you have one.. Maybe something with your number one it?” Lucien asked the bartender. Perhaps it was his lucky day? To find such a cute bartender and to be given free drinks by the house. At least for the time being, he would definitely love to continue drinking to a stupor. At least that was the plan until his Crimson Lord had interfered with his thoughts.

“Lucien, we came here to do a job, not to drink. There are no time to play these silly frivolous-cum-flirtatious games. You aren’t a dog, are you?” the Pontiff of Order started. At the very least, she was a good partner to have, but a boring one none the less. And Lucien definitely did a few things that she took exception to as an "individual".

“ Tch. I know, I know. I ain’t exactly about to get too off direction here. I know why I am here. But why can’t I have a bit of fun before I have to go off again? ”

If lives were on the line, Lucien had to act. Men were men and would fight for what they believed in, regardless of such luxuries. If there was something he didn’t agree with, Lucien wouldn’t just sit tight and wait it out. He was one who preferred to be on the forefront; a vanguard to his fellow men and a protector to them. Comradely on the battlefield was something Lucien held to a high regard, and there was hardly forgiveness by his blade for breaking such rules.

Honor in battle and honor in action. The rules that Lucien lived by. A life without regrets was a life worth living, and as a near-immortal Lucien had a lot more years ahead of him if he didn’t happen to kill himself in the process.

Seere and Chiara, Puppeteer of Devilish Skills and Archer of Aurora respectively, had begun filling the Flame Hazes in the room about the happenings of the city. If they had failed their mission, the city itself would be lost forever. That was not something that Lucien could allow. If it was possible, he would like to protect every occupant in this city, but he understood that the impossibility of this would not be something he could uphold. At the very least he could stop the bleeding and lead to the defeat of this “Shitiri” individual.

Although Lucien heard a name he recognized. The Millennium Pretender had assisted Lucien in a job he had taken a long time ago in the Americas and he had never truly paid him back for what he had given him. If the Millennium Pretender was involved, Lucien knew the group was in good hands. Perhaps he could contact the Millennium Pretender some other time after the meeting?

“I’d like to state I will give it my all to help with the ending of this crisis in a favorable fashion. I swear it upon my spear. But I wish to know, how long has this been going on; this whole Shitiri thing?”

That was when the crow and lightning started happening. Lucien would be prepared and cast upon himself the Perception spell as to pick up on any sort of clues that could give him an advantage given the time, and a tracking spell to find anything around the area similar in composition to the crow.. But no one was stupid enough to attack a gathering and temporary headquarters for the Flame Haze, right? Even so, precaution is always a good think to have.

Shakugan no Shana -Fragments of Crimson- [On Hiatus]

Hey, sorry for such delay on this but I don't think I'll be able to do the rp. Life kinda got hectic out of nowhere and I don't see myself being able to contribute much time to it anytime soon.

@SaberClass4242

Yeah as it was mentioned before, no problem.

Also I'll probs work on a post today, latest tomorrow.

Fate/Ousia

<Snipped quote by Beloss>

Alright. Work on Saturday kicked my ass, but today gave me a nice chance to chill. And do homework.

@ConstantlyComic

I took a week off work to go on vacation with a few friends. Just got back from that just the other day lol. Was fun.

Fate/Ousia

Cu Chulainn, Lancer

Wednesday, November 17th, 2015

Plaza of the Inca Hotel

Room 207

@Holy Grail

It was a simple ritual. In fact, it was hardly anything fancy considering what one summons.

A Hero.

A being that is the idealization of humanity, from it’s worst to its best. After all, what was a human without hope. Hope for the new day is what drove humanity to tame the world with its tools and machines. Hope which drives one to protect what one cares about.

But heroes aren’t without flaws. Even the most idealized hero is to have something which caused them to lose their way. Some sort of chain holding them down, and a wish to change what they had wronged.

Anyone would want to do so. After all, what is wrong can be changed to something that is “right”, and the “right” trumps the “wrong” in every instance.

Caring to change the wrongs to write is a different story though. After all, Heroes were being that are idealized by humanity. If they are to regret their choices, they have failed that pedestal which is so favorably granted to them.

The man before the homunculus was definitely strange looking for a hero. Though muscular, his frame was lean. His [jumpsuit] armor was a deep blue which seemed to match his hair, hard to imagine that something like his armor would offer much protection. His eyes a deep red, as if to show some sort of “difference” between himself and the commonfolk. If anything, one could definitely state that he was exceptionally pleasing to look at. Perhaps enough to make men scared for their wives’ sake.

His face had a beastial grin, and his stretch mirrored the same. Perhaps it wouldn’t be wrong to say that there was a degree of humanity about the person before Elyse. At the same time there existed a more bestial existence. A hidden rage and passion perhaps buried behind the smile.

For the time being, he seemed satiated.

But the most important thing about the man before Elyse was the spear in his hand. A weapon that seemed simple at first glance; a spear died a crimson red. But one can see what appeared to be barbs on the pole of the spear.

“Yo, Master, I’m your Servant. Pleased to meet ya.”

A simple greeting at best. Despite it’s simplicity, it seemed to convey the message just fine.

“I can see by the seals, the contract that bounds us. Hope we can get along.”

Every servant understands who their master is. It is as a child who looks at their mother’s face the first time they are born, or a similar idea at least. A Master held a “bond” with their Servant. One that drew deeper as time went on.

A Master merely acted as the anchor for the Servant. The "power of the grail" is what had been successful in summoning the Servant. Under normal circumstances, Magi are not able to supply the sort of prana needed to sustain such a being, of which not even the 5 Mages would be able to make a familiar contract with. Being that overpowered the existences known as Masters were important to keep in line. Hence the creation of the command seals. At least, every Servant knew of these. They were the “time out” button a Master could use to enforce a demand upon their Servant.

“But I gotta say, I didn’t really expect to have such a cute looking Master in a maid outfit. Perhaps it is my lucky day?”

Well, every dog does have his day.

Shakugan no Shana -Fragments of Crimson- [On Hiatus]

hot jalapenos

though its me that can't take spice >~< table pepper is too much xD

@Unlucky0013

People say that my tolerance of spice is a blessing within its own right.