Well, it really looked like this kid had a death-wish. Not only did he keep his obnoxious attitude, he grabbed her again. This time even going as far as to hug her in an obvious attempt at intercourse, only to back out of it, like the coward he was, with words of repercussion.
And to top this all off, he didn’t even back off immediately, reveling for as long as he could in the touch of a woman instead; it was pathetic, and when he raised his finger under her chin, she was ready to bite it off in one swoop.
Lucky for him, he knew he was going too far just in time, allowing Snow to finally get some distance between the two. With a few pats, she wiped her clothes clean of any bacteria that would have rubbed off on her, all the while keeping her annoyed gaze at Ryuma.
To be fair though, this moron actually had a brain in his skull after all, as he got to the same conclusion as her, albeit an eternity later. They were from Hope’s Peak, and they were kidnapped, but the fact that they didn’t target her alone muddied her theory a bit...maybe they weren’t after her after all.
In any case, Ryuma as the boy called himself, now asked Snow of something that even her closest friends would have trouble finding out; her name.
“Princess will be good enough for you.” Was all she said with that same annoyed face as she turned around once more, and stomped off towards the exit. This man was just too much for her to deal with; within seconds of waking up, he called her a child, a princess, he grabbed her by the arm, trapped her in a hug, kept his obnoxious tone throughout the interaction, and even refused to get hit by her attacks! He was completely hopeless, so with that in mind, she opened the doors once more and stomped off towards the docks, completely missing the 3 people in the opposite direction.
Title: Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Ushi-Gozen, Kālasūtra Hell Rider
Class: Saber
Gender: Female
Birth and death dates: 10~11th century
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Attribute: Sky
Place of origin: Japan
Talents: doting on her beloved, fighting with sticks, listening to her parents
Enemy: Shuten-Douji, Ibaraki-Douji
Likes: Shuten-Douji, humans, cooking
Dislikes: Shuten-Douji, Oni, parents
Armament: Doujigiri Yasutsuna
Personality: Raikou, since birth, has continually suffered for she had thought of herself as something “close to a demon”, even if she has the blood of a god. Below her devotions, such as responding to the expectations of her father, and defending the Imperial Capital, she is constantly bearing a viewpoint that “I am not a human being.” She cannot live as a human being, and she also cannot live as a demonic being.
This in turn has caused her to view herself as lesser than the people around her; she gets emotional fast, is easily startled, and is generally very jealous of both oni and humans who are comfortable in her skin, with her inner demons only enlarging her emotions and feelings.
One day a new demon appeared in the Imperial Capital. That was Shuten-douji. Boasting “freedom as a demonic being” and doing as she likes, Shuten-douji enjoyed herself in the world of humans, and that very state was “what I wanted to be.” Raikou became infatuated with the drunken-oni, her oni-side feeding her jealousy, and even though she later learned to control it, in her Lily state, she is left with that burning jealousy.
Her wish is to be human, but depending on the course of her story...she might wish for what she despised instead.
Bio:
The child of Minamoto no Mitsunaka, who was born as the heaven-sent child of Gozu Tennou, was left in the care of a temple as an unwanted child and was raised in secret because of his abnormal birth (being the child of an Oni). On the occasion of turning 15 years old, the unwanted child gave himself the name “Ushi-Gozen”, and he built up a demonic country for himself at Suzugamori, Shinagawa. The ones who departed to exterminate him was Minamoto no Raikou, a samurai who has the same father as him, and the Four Heavenly Kings that were commanded by Raikou.
Meanwhile, it was Sakata no Kintoki who decided in his mind to save only Ushi-Gozen’s life during the extermination in any way possible. Away from the capital for a mission, Kintoki proceeded towards the base of Ushi-Gozen instead, but negotiations broke down. The subordinates of Ushi-Gozen were closed in and destroyed by the Four Heavenly Kings, as well as by Raikou, who were all accompanying Kintoki while hidden.
Already up to this point, Gozen entered into the Asakusa River (Sumida River), and it would become the shape of a huge ox with a bodily height of approximately ten shaku, before it would spout water at the enemy armies, drowning many people to death. Ushi-Gozen was aware that the figures of the Four Heavenly Kings were not in sight among the enemy ranks, so he broke into a gallop towards the enemy camp, eight travelling horsemen, and seven strong samurai, before submerging to the bottom of Asakusa River and leaving these words behind: “One year, thunder will nominate someone in the capital.”
In Reality, Raikou is a woman. This person is the true figure of Minamoto no Raikou, and “Ushi-Gozen” is the younger sister of Minamoto no Raikou in the old Joururi, “The True Form of Ushi-Gozen”
The way of these things came from an interpretation. The daughter of Minamoto no Mitsunaka, who was born as the heaven-sent child of Gozu Tennou, was left in the care of a temple as a male and was raised in secret because of her abnormal birth (being an Oni child).
On the occasion of turning 15 years old, she was brought back to the capital to play an active role, being gifted the name Minamoto no Raikou. Her name was established as a military commander who, on the surface, drove away many mysteries, taking on in the beginning Ushi-Oni (who is close to her in a sense). Consequently, the episodes of “Sakata no Kintoki protecting Ushi-Gozen, who had fallen into a predicament of being driven into a corner”, “the life and death struggle between Minamoto no Raikou and the demonic Ushi-Gozen”, etc., as depicted in “The True Form of Ushi-Gozen”, were somehow actually speaking of the events…
… of the conflicts with herself. For the purpose of launching herself to the center stage of history as a central figure of the Minamoto clan, Minamoto no Raikou was attempting to detach “Ushi-Gozen”, who is by definition the aspect of her demonic nature/strange form. Speaking of the modern era, the land that corresponds to Tokyo was where Raikou contended against her tempestuous self by means of a deep meditation. Raikou faced with “Ushi-Gozen”… the demon inside her, and Ushi-Gozen finally separated from Raikou, manifesting as an avatar of Gozu Tennou. The sky became a storm, the thunder roared chaotically, and the earth broke apart. Raikou was to “kill herself” together with the Four Heavenly Kings in order to defeat this being.
In this way, it became obvious what the reason was for Sakata no Kintoki to start protecting Ushi-Gozen in the middle of this battle. Kintoki pondered about Raikou, his substitute parent when he was being brought up, and he understands that killing Ushi-Gozen will also kill Raikou as the two are linked. Kintoki, in order to save Raikou, needs to “kill while keeping alive” Ushi-Gozen————in other words, preaching the power and love of the bond between parent and child, he saw the conclusion as Ushi-Gozen was sealed (returned back) inside of Raikou.
Though as Raikou got summoned as a Lily, she is currently in her 15 year old state of mind, never having released Ushi-Gozen nor sealed it within her with the help of the four kings.
Parameters:
Strength: B
Endurance: A
Agility: B+
Mana: A
Luck: D
Class skills:
Magic resistance: A Magic Resistance grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.
At rank A, it cancel spells of A-Rank or below, no matter what High-Thaumaturgy it is. In practice, the Servant is untouchable to modern magi, so it would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'.
Riding: A+ is a Class Skill of Rider and Saber class Servants, denoting the ability to ride mounts and vehicles. It is said that dragon type mounts are an exception, requiring a different ability other than Riding.
At rank A+ all vehicles and all creatures up to the level of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast can be used as mounts. However, that does not apply to members of the Dragon Kind.
Personal skills:
Prana burst(lightning): A Because Gozu Tennou is the incarnation of Śakra, Minamoto no Raikou possesses the power of Kitano; the ability to wield lightning. As a Servant, it is expressed as a Mana Burst Skill of immense prowess.
Raikou is able to infuse her body with lightning to drastically increase her speed and strength. It can also be used to infuse her weapon with lightning, as well as release bursts of it in any direction around her. When reverse impulse is completed, this skill is brought to the rank of A+.
Eternal Arms: A+ Eternal Arms Mastership allows Raikou to wield any weapon from any class, be it, bow, spear, gun, or sword. It also prevents the degradation of fighting skills when under the effect of mental hindrance.
Minamoto no Raikou was a natural genius warrior from birth, able to quickly learn and develop the skill to wield any and all weapons she could get her hands on.
Charisma: E Charisma is a composite Skill consisting of a person's charm as well as the natural talent to command or unify an army or country. Increases the ability of allies during group battles.
Maybe it is part of her inner-oni, or maybe her natural beauty is to blame, but there is no denying the charm that oozes of Raikou, which only heightened as she grew up due to her leading the four guardian kings. however in her Lily version, she still has a bit of childlike wonder about her, only later in her life developing into a seductively charming woman who leads her own crew.
Inversion Impulse(Oni kind): - Inversion Impulse is a state of being where one's mind is overpowered by other factors of their body. With the case of half-breed humans with Oni blood, it is that their non-human blood, their instincts, overpower their human blood, their reason.
Raikou was the heaven-sent child of Gozu tennou, branding her as the child of an oni. Although both her parents were human, this oni which was placed within her was lurking in the dark, always gnawing away at Raikou until she gave in to the urge to shed her human skin. But Raikou was strong, she never released the demon and always found ways to suppress it. Yet it was still a part of her, and if she were to only waver once, it could all be in vain.
If Raikou uses this skill too much, she slowly turns into an Oni, and once it surpasses it's apex, she can no longer turn back into her old self permanently replacing this skill with “Oni-Kind A” and removing the skill blossoming journey; unless she seals the Oni-side in time.
Blossoming Journey(Mystery Slayer): - Blossoming Journey is a blessing towards the Oni-human who began facing her inner demons. As Raikou learns to control her Oni-blood, she slowly becomes more human, which increases her ability to slay Mystery as she is no longer a mystery herself.
Raikou’s journey began when she was born, but only really kickstarted at her 15’th birthday, when she was brought to the capital to become a warrior, and receive the name Minamoto no Raikou. she became a military commander who drove away many mysteries, including the oni of mount Ibuki. However, one of the mystery’s she was sent to slay, was the oni within her. she was ready to take her own life, but the four guardian kings found a different way; seal Ushi-Gozen within her one last time.
As a Lily she eventually learns to seal her inner beast and maximize the potential of Mystery slayer permanently, replacing this skill with “Mystery slayer A” and removing reverse impulse from her skill list; unless her Oni-side takes over.
Name: Sakra’s Vajra
Title:Shakudai Kan'in Kongousho
Rank: A+
NP-Type: Anti-army
Range: 1~40
Maximum number of targets: 200
Description: Sakra’s Vajra is the full power, released form of her lineage, a transformation into a sacred sword that Raikou wields. It is not the proper nature of the sword, but a manifestation of Sakra. It is an application of Mana Burst that allows her to send Gozu tennou’s avatar into the sword in the form of magical energy, and then the sword amplifies it and allows it to be launched as an attack. It manifests as violet lightning, her cursed lineage being amplified by the sword, and directs it at the opponent. Raikou feels the weapon possesses a "curse‐like glory", not allowing herself to become an oni. Upon utilizing it, she takes a stance, while at the same time, her reverse impulse is activated due to the requirement of it being released before she can use the attack, which changes her appearance temporarily to a complete oni. The space around her and the sword becomes enveloped in violet light and thunder, and the blade of the sword, enveloped by the radiance of lightning, gives off strange, otherworldly and furious sounds and begins to transform. Changing from the clear beautiful shape of her blade Doujigiri Yasutsuna, it transforms into a literal manifestation of Indra for the duration of the attack. Upon raising the sword, she releases the lightning upon the enemy as a flash of light, a surging wave with the simple purpose of destruction. It releases a straight line of violet lightning from the tip of her sword, destroying all in its path. Utilizing it takes a great deal of energy, giving her intense pain throughout her body.
Name: Kami no Doku
Title: Oni slaying poison of the divine
Rank: B
NP-Type: Anti-unit(self)
Range: ~
Maximum number of targets: 1
Description: The potent elixir stored within flasks was always one of Raikou’s go to weapons when wielding subterfuge and infiltration. In her life, this very poison proved to be the end of the legendary “drunken oni” Shuten Douji. It’s contents are able to wreak havoc on the body, at high enough concentration it would melt flesh faster than a steaming oven; it was the poison that could kill Oni after all.
In its current form, Raikou can apply the poison to a multitude of tools, including arrows, swords, daggers, armor, and even cars.
Name: Kumo-Kiri
Title:Spider-cutter
Rank: C
NP-Type: Anti-unit
Range: 1
Maximum number of targets: 1
Description: When Raikou suffered from malaria, and lay on a bed, a strange tall monk appeared, released some rope, and tried to capture her. Raikou, despite her sickness, cut him with her famous sword, the Hizamaru, causing the monk to flee. The next day, Raikou led her Four Guardian Kings to chase after the blood trail of the monk, and arrived at a mound behind Kitano jinja where there was a large spider. Raikou and the others caught it, pierced it with an iron skewer, and exposed it to a riverbed. Raikou’s illness left her immediately, and the sword that cut the spider was from then on called the Kumo-kiri. The sword had collected Raikou’s illness, stored it into the sword, and released it into the spider.
Kumo-Kiri is effectively a “Impurity" collecting sword, capable of absorbing any illness, poison, or curse and storing it into the sword. Raikou is then able to release the same impurity when cutting something else. It is also able to store multiple impurities at a time to release at the same time.
Why were these humans always so awfully rude? forcefully grabbing your hand when pronouncing their meaningless names, hitting you in the back when you just had something stuck in the back of your neck, or hugging you when they felt like their idiot lives were bettered by someone else?
And right in this very moment, another one of those lousy beings was overextending as well. This guy thought he could just grab snow by the arm and get away unscathed?
...Well he might do just that; Snow tried her hardest to wriggle her arm loose, but this beast was holding her with the strength of a gorilla, that must be why they could overpower her at Hope’s Peak. But if her body could not safe her from the situation, maybe her voice could.
“Let me go!” She screamed, still shaking furiously and punching Ryuma’s arm with her free arm; not that it would hurt the parkour runner in the slightest.
It wasn’t until Ryuma explained himself and addressed her in the most annoying and obnoxious way possible, that she stopped squirming. Slowly but surely, a blush was forming on her cheeks, as it dawned on her that she made a mistake, a big one. Allowing this human to overpower her was one thing, but letting her mind be inferior to his? unacceptable; it must have been something that they drugged her with that blurred her thought process; yes that must have been it.
In any case, this man did not deserve to see her eyes, so instead she looked at his feet, an expression of embarrassment and annoyance taking root. Ryuma had many questions to ask her, but really, there was only one answer Snow could give him.
“H-how am I supposed to know.” Her blush was still shining brightly and her eyes were still locked on the ground, but her voice had changed from loud and dominant, to soft and unsure. “I thought that you had kidnapped me…” as she awkwardly shifted in place, her arm still above her head in his hand, she finally looked him in the eyes with that same soft and unsure look.
“Are you gonna let me go, you pervert?”
As Flare took to stretching her legs, she walked around the group of people with a hand stuck to her chin as she pondered about what to do.
As they now smoking girl said, they were all from Hope’s peak...which meant that they could be in the same class as her! obviously this ploy had something to do with the school, and as the ponytail boy suggested, their talents would no doubt have a role to play as well, but first:
“You know, smoking really isn’t healthy for you! but it’s even worse for the people around you; second hand smoke can kill, you know!”
With that out of the way, Flare took to address the words of these students; which was rather easy, because they all wanted answers. How they got here; what they remembered; and what to do. So upon finding the answer, she stopped walking, looked down at the circle of stomped grass that she created, and finally looked at the group in front of her.
“hmmmm, so in a situation like this, the best thing to do iiiis-” Flare awkwardly smiled, an oddly warm feeling emanating from her. “I actually have no clue what situation we are in so uhh, why don’t we find that out first?” She spread her arms as if to announce her incredible plan, upon which a hummingbird out of nowhere flew in and rested it’s legs.
She tried, she failed. It seemed that her prowess as a heroic spirit could only take her so far; against someone as powerful as Achilles, her legend could simply not stand a chance. But not for lack of trying; Yamato Takeru was a woman of pride and determination and pulling out in this way would only disgrace to Lancer Prime, and so she embraced her fate, letting it run its course, no matter who the victor would be.
What Achilles did, allowing her to speak to him a final time before removing her from this world, was a kindness she could never repay.
“I’m sorry...I failed you master.” her voice was sore and crackling, with every breath she could feel life slip out of her.
“I’m sorry that I failed you Achilles...and your cousin. I never meant for this to happen.” with a crack, her spine started to break, Even with all the might that she exerted, there was absolutely no way she would ever escape his grasp.
“Heh...I guess i still have a lot to learn, but...I at least enjoyed the time i spent here.” With all her might, she turned her eyes to his, desperation and acceptance both residing within their golden color.
“K-keep the city safe, alright? This war is not one they need to be a part of...And please, my master, she’s innocent...I...convinced her to do this...Plea-”
No, something was wrong; why couldn’t Takeru finish her last sentence? what was holding her back, was it too late? did Achilles finally end her life?
...No, this was something else, her vision was getting blurrier, but it didn’t feel natural; something was taking her away...no...no...she didn’t want to go there; anywhere but there!
That damned demon...It completely ignored her rune attack. Sofia knew that she was not that powerful, but she at least hoped that her mystic codes could give her a fighting chance.
This was bad, really bad, worse than falling down a ten story building with nothing but concrete waiting at the bottom. Sofia was about to be a swiss cheese and Sera was not yet in reach to help her.
There really was only one option that could get her out of this mess; so with a sharp turn, Sofia turned around to face this anomaly, presumably a demon curse, and she raised her hand towards it.
the emblem on her hand turned a bright shade of red once more, and with the power of a command seal, she released all the energy contained within the seal. It was a curse versus a curse, one greater than the other, a battle of concepts in which the most powerful curse dispelled the other.
But a command seal, a curse provided by the holy grail, the same grail that allowed heroes from the past to duke it out in the present, had so much raw power; to say it dominated this simple demon curse would be an understatement.
But as she held her hand in front of her, she had started moving forward, running even; sending waves of magical energy in all directions as the demon arm was being dispelled by the seal. With the help of the mystic code runes around her neck and holding her knife in two hands with the tip facing towards Benita’s stomach, she ran towards the homunculus with heightened speed and strength that the petite girl could never match under normal circumstances, until she collided with her.
As her servant tackled their opponent, so did Sofia bring Benita to the ground, leaving the dagger behind in her body. With her back facing the ground, letting the demon out again would be nothing less than troublesome. But Sofia did not stop there, she kept running, past the small girl, with her heightened speed she ran as fast as her legs would let her, until Benita was no longer within sight; Sofia had unknowingly left both her sister and her opponent behind to deal with the incoming mortar fire.
Instinct was such a fickle thing, for many times it guarded and saved Takeru, but once in a thousand times, it betrayed her. Or maybe it was just that Takeru misunderstood the message it wanted to convey.
Now was one of those times; the spear that should have allowed her to disarm Achilles was rapidly approaching her neck. People always tell you that your life flashes before your eyes when faced with death, but to takeru, she only remembered the past few minutes. And as those minutes were very often filled with battles, she could essentially rewatch her battle in its entirety, often spotting mistakes and flaws that she should have approached differently.
Striking down Ajax in an attempt to save him, speaking the words to Achilles who never needed to hear them, and going all-in against one of the most incredible heroes to ever exist. These moments were melancholic, but they also allowed her to improve, or maybe it was just another form of instinct telling her what to do in its most raw form; and tell it did.
The idea hit her like a train, much like the idea itself entailed. There was perhaps one chance at this - one single opportunity to make it out of the fight alive. Her gaze glanced at his grip, his hand holding the spear some ways down for his slash, and then towards her own grip, at the end of the shaft, holding tightly in her own futility. Attempting to disarm such a man was more than just a foolish endeavor - it was nigh suicidal. But she might just have a shot.
The momentum charged through her body, pushing her forward as she prepared from the disarm. She couldn’t follow through on the attack, but keeping the momentum was a necessity. Every ounce of spiritual energy she could muster was thrust violently into the sword, forcing the winds around it to swirl closer to a hurricane around it than any normal zephyr. And she kept on moving, not stopping to block the oncoming attack, or dodge, or anything of the sort.
In the next moment, not a split second after the two entered into close range, the pent up wind tore from behind her, shredding the flattened and desolate ground around them in a tumultuous release of pure energy. It was more like a jet engine than the ability of a sword, increasing her own speed several fold as she approached. However, that wasn’t her only ploy. Achilles would only have the power of his strike, regardless of the speed, at a certain distance. She needed only close it. With her increased momentum, she forced herself to the side, into the arm and shoulder that clutched the spear, bent on preventing the attack from reaching its full potential.
And then, with the rest of her speed, she barrelled into the hero, pommel swung forward from the blast to catch his waste, and fling them both across the ground. It was an unsightly display, far from a civilised battle between esteemed heroes, but of course this was not one such fight. It was between a man possessed with vengeance, and a woman desperate to survive.
If they fell, Takeru would keep going, allowing the extreme winds behind her to propel her even further forwards. Past her adversary, over his head, and out across the wastes as she surrounded her body with wind to make herself invisible, hoping for a head start before Achilles could recuperate. At least… until Sofia could broker a truce with his Master.
on the way to the Matou estate
Running down the streets
As petite feet ran across the concrete, the Whitehall girl was crying tears of regret in her defeat. She never wanted this, Achilles and his master must be hurting so much because of her, let alone her sister, who she completely betrayed. She had to make it up, there was no way she could ever face them again if she didn’t; and it would all start with an apology, and a punishment.
Luckily for her, it didn’t take very long for Sofia to find the master of Achilles at all...but her expression and words saddened her deeply. Benita already knew what had trespassed, and even though her words told a lot, her face told more than those words could ever accomplish.
Benita was angry, mad, furious, and it shook Sofia to her core. for all the expectations she had, this was miles away from the things that crossed her mind. this girl was ready to kill her, she didn’t even hesitate...and Sofia would accept it...if it wasn’t for her sister.
Serafina, the sole reason she entered this grail war, to stand by her side and make their dreams a reality. She failed her, but by dying here, her failure would be all that would be left of Sofia, and that was unacceptable. So as Benita prepared her magecraft, Sofia quietly stood there, tying her bandana around her neck before uttering the last words before the coming battle.
“I’m sorry...”
No sooner than Benita released her demon upon Sofia to feast, did the Whitehall girl turn tail and ran towards her sister. She clearly understood the difference in skill-level between the two mages, and she knew that she could only stand a chance when with Sera.
As she ran however, she released the runes of unrelenting force, sending a staggering wave towards the demon and Benita to hopefully slow them down. simultaneously, She took her mystic code dagger from its scabbard and held it in her hand in case of emergencies.
There was a frown on Snow’s face, it was getting worse by the second, and this boy who should have been hurt here dodged her. What foolish behaviour to deny your punishment, don’t you know that evading punishment only leads to more and more? And to add to this the fact that he talked to her as if she was a kid? a kid with no strength? a kid who enjoys being ridiculed?
But most of all, she was being commanded to answer.
“What?” Her voice was completely monotone, not a single emotion appearing as her eyes deadlocked on Ryuma’s. “Are you trying to trick me?” Her voice now seemingly raising a decibel or 2, she took a step towards the boy, her hand already reaching out for another chair. “If you think I’ll answer any of your questions, you greedy asshole... well i’ve got something for you!” With a sudden shout, she grabbed the chair took another step forward, and threw it at Ryuma, thought it’s path and velocity could barely be called throwing; the parkour troubadour could easily dodge it.
“Get lost!” She shouted, picking up another chair to throw it.
“You idiots have never bested me, and you never will!” And another one.
“I'm calling the authorities.” And another one. At this point she had almost reached the exit, but she still felt the need to pick up another chair and…
“And don’t even try to stop me!” Throw it again.
WIth the last chair completing the collection of fallen chairs littering the now messy hall, Snow turned around and forcefully pushed her hands against the double doors of the building...only to be greeted by an unknown location.
This was wrong, she wasn’t at hope’s peak at all, and that meant that this plot was way more elaborate than she initially assumed. With a sharp turn, she stomped back inside to face Ryuma once more.
“Where am I? Why am I here!?” She kept striding towards the boy, until she was awfully close to his face, raising her finger directly at him. “Return me at once, or face the consequences!”
The sun was shining, birds chirping in the woods, and as the day begun, so too did the people of the world rise in the waking world. But some of them did not wake into a pleasant world, some were doomed to rise into a nightmare, one that would only settle when they closed their eyes once more.
One of them was the white-haired sleeping beauty, her back sore from the hard bench that she laid on. With a frown on her face, she turned around, hoping for softer pastures to lay her cheeks on, only to be greeted by more concrete; something was wrong. Not only would she never settle for a bed so unacceptably bad, she never went to bed yesterday at all.
As her eyelids opened to reveal a set of purple grey eyes, the world became visible to Snow once more. Rays of dim white light shone through the large windows illuminating a large hall with dozens of tables lined with benches. In the back, what appeared to be a kitchen was tucked away, leaving Snow with the impression she was in a mess hall, Hope’s peak’s mess hall most likely.
But how did she get here? she never went to bed, most certainly not in a public space where every mongrel attending the school could see her sleep. No... the last thing she remembered was standing in front of the gates, and then….nothing; nothing until now.
She would never touch alcohol and drugs so a hangover was out of the question, her health was waaay too perfect to ever fall unconscious to natural causes, so that meant she was either drugged or knocked unconscious. But that could only imply a few things as well. There were pedophiles hoping to catch children going to hope’s peak; there were criminals hoping to sell her for ransom or into slavery; or there were people who knew of her personally, the last being the most likely; there was after all no decrepit depth to which these stinking humans would fall.
With the situation properly analyzed, Snow quietly got up to sit on the bench, her back leaning against the table. She once more inspected the area, until her gaze took hold of something, a person. That man was the only other living being in this giant hall along with her...He was here for her; most likely a guard to make sure she wouldn’t escape.
But in true mongrel fashion, they didn’t think to tie her up, and the guy even fell asleep like a moron! As expected of humans.
Creating as little noise as possible, Snow stood up and started moving towards the guy; picking up a chair along the way. As she got closer she raised the chair more and more, until she stood right above the sleeping boy with the chair above her head, ready to pounce on this pathetic filth, a face of pure disgust on display.
Before she did so though, she took a moment to observe the boy up close. He looked about the same age as her, meaning he was probably from Hope’s peak as well; not that that mattered much. His clothes were sloppy and his hair unkempt, it was the perfect example of a rapscallion kid trying too hard to be cool.
What she didn’t realise however, was that as she observed the boy, plenty of time would have passed for him to wake up, with her head in the clouds and whatnot.
Meanwhile in a different part of the campgrounds…
Another girl woke up in another nightmare, this one less about sleeping comfortable, and more about sleeping abysmally. As if sleeping on cold damp grass wasn’t enough annoyance, the fact that she had one of her trademark migraines only added to the horrible morning plaguing Flare.
She had been laying on the ground awake for a while now, her eyes still closed and her body shifting and turning furiously, trying to fall asleep and letting this horrible day pass by already. But alas, the unknown people shouting in her ears just wouldn’t let her rest in peace. Even though it may have looked like she slept soundly, every word that the 3 people around her spoke was stored in her brain for processing.
One had no clue what was going on, the other didn’t even care, and the last was very rude about it; well at least they made something click, the scruffy sounding girl had no memory of yesterday, as did Flare. So with no choice but to wake up, she chose to at least wake up at her own leisure.
So with a loud groan lasting a good few seconds, Flare stretched her body from head to toe, until she cringed back into a fetus position as her head throbbed once more. She placed her hands on her forehead as her muscles relaxed again, and was left with but one thing.
“uuuuuggghh…” With that out of her system, she finally opened her eyes and sat down cross-legged. As she looked around, her mind assigned the voices to the people now around her, probably getting most of them right.
“You too huh?” She addressed Momo, her resting bitch face even worse after waking up so horridly. “Gods, we must have drank waaay too much during our inauguration yesterday.” She said as she finally got to her feet, wiping off the grass and dirt as best she could.
As she looked around, she noticed how different this place was from Hope’s peak, there wasn’t this much open space, let alone the giant lake in the distance anywhere near the school. So they must have gone to a different location belonging to the school, or so she hoped...For some reason she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on here than a hangover; the sooner they found out what was really going on, the better.
Sofia’s eyes widened as her lips trembled. She spent a command seal, and it caused a disaster. Not only did she murder her sisters shot at winning, she antagonized an ally.
She frantically turned her head around to Serafina, tears in her eyes, and regret on her face.
“I’m so sorry! I-I only wanted to...What do I do!? AAaaah, Saber is fighting our ally!” She was practically crying the words out, completely taken aback by this turn of events. She thought she was prepared for a holy grail war, but who was she kidding, this game of death was not meant for her...but her sister was so confident, and she ruined everything for her; she couldn’t quit now, she had to win for her.
“I...I must get to the Matou’s, I have to apologize!” As soon as the words left her mouth, Sofia turned tail and began running down the temple stairs, her twitching knees barely keeping up with her pace as she sprinted down with no care for her safety. If she didn’t get there fast, they would lose for sure; she had one goal in mind, and nothing else could draw her attention while it was there.
Meanwhile
Ajax’s grave
As Takeru listened to Achilles, her face visually whitened, his words rang true, and in retrospect, there was absolutely no way anyone would believe her comically villainous words at face value; she never was good at communication. Yet even so, hearing him pronounce his dislike for fighting allies before denying her as one felt like a stab wound infinitely more painful than the bleeding cut on her waist. She never considered herself an upstanding citizen, but friends and allies have gotten her through the worst that life had to offer; and she just killed one and hurt the other...perhaps these actions really did deserve an execution by her ally.
But she couldn’t do that, she could repay her mistakes with so much more than her life, winning would only begin to make up for this turn of events. And so she could simply not lose her life here.
Already she could feel the killing intent as Achilles continued to converse his feelings to her, and in preparation, she faced the setting sun. That which provided life and warmth to all breathing things on earth; both a loving mothers embrace, and a scorching inferno of raw potential floating in space for all to bask in its glory. Her name; Amaterasu, the sun goddess of all living things. Her power still blessing Takeru to this day, filling her body with the mana necessary to face an opponent as strong as Achilles. A soft breeze enveloped her body, slowly twisting and turning and gaining speed. As wind is invisible to the naked eye, it looked like she merely stood there, but in reality, a strong barrier was already in place, imbued with the mana that the sun provided as well as her own. And then Lancer Prime stopped talking.
“Shit”
Was the only word Takeru could utter before being assaulted by Achilles once more; every blow faster than the naked eye could follow. If it were not for her instinct, she would have surely been badly hurt already. But as of right now, with the concentration of a predator coming for it’s pray, Takeru was focusing on every single attack heading her way. And even though she could not dodge or block every single attack, any that were not directed at fatal spots would hit the barrier and lose their power just enough to barely poke Takeru’s skin.
Of course these attacks would add up until eventually she could no longer maintain her barrier or she made a mistake. Time was of the essence as Takeru looked to predict an attack as accurately as possible, until after more than a hundred blows, she found it. When attacking with such speed and aggression, it was almost impossible to maintain the same level of strength as when focusing your attacks in single hard hitting strikes, so when a single strike, one that she understood completely, it’s angle, it’s velocity, it’s intent, would falter for even the smallest percentage, she would move.
As soon as it hit her barrier, she redirected all the wind energy surrounding her to propel herself forward, both the energy of the sun and her own combining into speed almost able to match that of the fastest man on earth. Though the spear slashed the edge of her shoulder as the barrier dissipated, the closing of distance allowed her to do something else entirely.
She would take hold of the spear’s hilt with an iron grip while wielding the sword with the blade reversed in her other hand. As she closed the distance she would both, hit the pommel of Kusanagi directly in Achilles’ stomach, and simultaneously use that momentum to rip the spear out of his hands as the pommel forced his body to move backwards; unless Achilles could find a way out of the situation.
Nonetheless, there was a clear intent on not wanting to fight and hurt Achilles.
Snow’s wardrobe consists mostly of formal and princess like attires. Ties and bows, fancy dresses, intricate designs etc. all fit in her closets. Her hair has a platinum white color, which always seems to give of a faint white glow.
Backstory: Snow grew up a single child in a family with two loving parents, she received good education, made lots of friends, and received plenty of love. And yet if you were to sum up Snow in a few words, she would be a spoiled, cynical, and arrogant princess. She judges people at first sight often, and with her low expectations of humanity, these judgments usually make her look down on most people. This in turn, caused her to dismay the people around her, and only rely on herself, because nobody else could right? But while she sees all other people as inferior, she is incredibly proud of herself, maybe even a bit narcissistic.
However, she is a master in the arts of cutting hair and can turn the most unwieldy and ugly locks of hair into something gorgeous, without even breaking a sweat. Although she can create most mainstream hairstyles, her real talent lies in the creation of truly unique and fabulous hairstyles. In her entire career, she has not once created the same hairstyle twice, yet each and every one was truly beautiful.
How she got into the profession was by cutting her own hair because she didn’t trust others to do it right; her parents noticed how good she was at it and put her on a hair-stylist class. Soon after she was scouted by hope's peak.
other information: ~She has a sweet tooth and her diet mostly consists of sweets, cakes, and pies.
~her parents earn a large amount of money, and spent much of it on Snow.
Name: Flare Dawnray
Talent: Super High School Level Guide Dog Trainer
Gender: Female
appearance: Flare usually wears black with contrasting colors. A jacket, a shirt, a skirt or skinny jeans all fit her like a glove. Though her trademark feathered shirt makes her recognizable from even far away.
Backstory: If you were to meet her face to face, her expression and attitude might tell you to fuck off, you’d feel unwelcome and all you could figure went on in her mind would be: Flare doesn’t give a shit; well you’d be half-right.
Flare can be very distant and annoyed at times, but she has a heart of gold; the whole reason she chose to train dogs using her uncanny ability despite disliking it, was out of pure good intentions. She recognized that she could help people and do good with it. She can be distant because she spends so much times with animals who are so very different from humans; and she can look annoyed because of the combination of heavy migraines and a resting bitch face. But she cares, if you just let her.
However, there is another side to her, one a bit less refined and upstanding. In her quest to help others, she sometimes loses sight of what’s actually helping, and can tend to go further than necessary or wanted. Though in her usual fashion, she never admits to going too far, and can get quite heated when defending her actions.
As for her talent; Flare has never had a connection with animals, nor dogs in particular. And yet for some reason, her ability to train dogs is unmatched by even the greatest trainers in the world. With a single sentence and expression, she can let the dog know what she wants.
other information: ~She doesn’t actually own any animals herself.
~Flare is a single child and had the full support of her parents.
~Her migraines seem to get worse when she trains the dogs.
