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  • Name: Nana Miriam
  • Class: Archer
  • Appearance: "I am only a woman, but we will see what happens today."
  • Personality: A simple, gentle girl who only wants to live out her life in peace. Miriam doesn't care about such things as power or superiority, so long as she can eat plenty of meat and run through the fields and sleep in the shade whenever she likes. One's nature or background doesn't matter, so long as one treats her respectfully she can get along with just about anyone.
    If something does end up irritating her, however, then obviously she's going to do something about it. It doesn't matter if it's a king or a monster or even a god, such titles are no big deal from Miriam's point of view. "If it's causing trouble, then it should just disappear, no?" she will say, with a completely innocent look in her eyes. If one does not take care to restrain her, then things can get quickly out of hand.
  • Stats:
    • Strength: A+
    • Endurance: D
    • Agility: C
    • Mana: B
    • Luck: C
    • Noble Phantasm: A+
  • Class Skills:
    • Independent Action: A
    • Magic Resistance: B
  • Personal Skills:
    • Natural Body: A. The possession of a perfect body as a living being since birth, which grants a bonus modifier to her Strength. No matter how many calories she consumes, her body shape will never change.
    • Animal Communication: C+. Communication of intention with animals that do not speak human languages. Since it's not like the intellect of the animals improve, complex nuances are not conveyed. However, if she were to speak to a hippo, then it would no doubt do anything she said without question.
    • Shamanism: B. The ability to enter a dialogue with spirits of nature and make use of their powers via contract. On a basic level it's similar to the skill possessed by the servant Geronimo, but Miriam learned from a different school, and makes use of this ability far more aggressively.
  • Noble Phantasm(s):
    • Name: Genesis Genocide
    • Rank: B
    • Type: Anti-Army
    • Appearance: "Father, give me an egg."
    • Effects: The egg with which she is said to have killed every living hippopotamus but one. A vessel containing a deadly curse, that will explode upon being thrown and drain the life from all targets in its radius. However, due to the legend of a single Nile-horse being spared, it is possible to withstand the curse by succeeding in a Luck check.

    • Name: Three Thousand Days' March
    • Rank: A+
    • Type: Anti-unit
    • Appearance: N/A
    • Effects: The unmatched throwing power of Nana Miriam, manifested as a Noble Phantasm. Any object thrown by her, whether a pebble or a tree or something else entirely, becomes a weapon capable of damaging Servants, traveling fast as an arrow and gaining a bonus to the strength of its impact. The True Name of this ability, however, can only be unleashed when Miriam lays both her hands upon an enemy: an instant-kill attack where she throws the target hard enough to send them flying beyond the furthest reaches of the atmosphere.
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Archer sheet done! Went with an OC this time so let me know if it's okay.

Costante and Karizma

Upon reaching the upper floor, Costante closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then got to work.

The first thing he did was crack open a window, tweaking the Bounded Fields around the house to bend the outgoing light and conceal this change. With that done, he loosed five small, translucent crystalline familiars, before wheeling over a heavy telescope and pointing it outward through the opening, its objective lens aimed up at the sky.

For the next few minutes, he made minor adjustments, tweaking angle and focus while his familiars moved towards their destinations. Rather than scouting through the streets as one might expect, they went upwards, ascending high above the town and well out of reach. Only the most skilled of archers would be able to shoot them down from such a height, and that man was already on Costante’s side.

“Begin refraction,” he muttered, once they were all in place. At his command, each familiar unfolded into a new configuration, losing nearly all their mobility but gaining new reflective and refractive properties, bouncing light between one another until it converged on the central unit, which gathered and then reflected a composite image down into the lenses of the powerful telescope Costante had aimed out the window. With this, he had a bird’s-eye view of the entire town, and by tweaking the positions and configurations of his familiars he could adjust the final image as he pleased, quickly zooming in on any points of interest. With this, nothing can escape my gaze. If anyone comes close to Sister…

It took him only a few seconds to find Karizma, since he knew her point of origin and could easily predict her path. She seemed to be perfectly safe for now, although… Is that someone on the bridge, just ahead of her?

At the same time, Karizma was merrily strolling along, her eyes lighting up with joy at her Archer’s offer. “That would be awesome! And then we could speak back and forth, and Costante wouldn’t be able to understand a thing.” She giggled. “Ohayo! Watashi wa Karizuma-desuuu! Sugoi baka onii-chan arigato!”

Then she heard a faint noise, and immediately stopped in place. “Hey, did you feel that?” Carefree as she acted, her senses had been alert this whole time, and while she could only barely make out the violin note, the release of mana was unmistakable. There was either another Magus or a magical being nearby, and they weren’t being careful about hiding their presence.

Her brother’s voice suddenly sounded in Archer’s head. ”There’s someone on the bridge just down the road from your current location. They look like they’re waiting for you, so it’s probably a trap—“

“HEYYYY!” Karizma was already yelling and waving across the bridge. “Hello! Konnichi-wa! Can you hear me?” She was taking care and being cautious like Archer had said, otherwise she might already have been running to greet the (presumably) enemy Master.
Dibs on Archer of Black!
I did a sheet!


Lavinia

”Of… of course I can walk! Don’t think that going off-road will save you from me! She laughed, as she so often did, but for some reason both her voice and her cackling sounded anxious and shaky. Part of it was her disappointment at having her sugary temptations so thoroughly refused, and part of it was how Asher had spoken of her ‘generosity’ and the mortifying implications of that word. Did I offer him too much? What if he thinks I was being nice? What if he ends up falling in love with me?!

Most of it, though, was just the fact that—oh no, oh dear, oh shit—she was going to have to travel a sizeable distance on foot.

Her breathing sped up, a single drop of sweat rolling down her forehead. I didn’t sign up for this! This was supposed to be the easy mission! To turn back now, however would be as good as admitting defeat. She could picture it already: Asher and Kaden finishing the job on their own, and then strolling back into the guild with devastating information. ”Hey guys, did you know… Lavinia doesn’t like walking!” News of her weakness would spread throughout the land like wildfire. Within days, the Magic Council would have protected their headquarters with a massive set of stairs in front of the entrance, rendering it virtually impenetrable to her. Nobody would take her seriously as a threat ever again!

So she had to follow them, no question about that. Her credibility demanded it! Maybe it wasn’t actually as far as it sounded, and it’d end up just being a jolly forest stroll. She could do this.

It was just… Exercise. Uuuuugh. The word alone made her want to retch. Why couldn’t missions involve sitting around and cuddling? Why couldn’t all the people after this robot just line up outside the guild and wait to be defeated? That would make like a lot easier for everyone involved. Or at least for Lavinia. Who was the only one who really mattered anyway.

”Y-you can carry it, right?” She turned to Asher, her eyes pleading. ”Aha. Ahahaha. You’re strong and stuff, right? You can handle all that.” She rapidly shuffled as far away from the ANP as she could get. ”Sorry, no thank you, no meals for me today! You… you just stay away and let the muscle man take good care of you!” She averted her gaze from the machine before the mental image of lugging its weighty bulk around could trigger a nervous breakdown.
Minamoto no Raikou

Raikou’s eyes shimmered with tiny tears of joy. Even though… Even when I’m in such an unsightly state… Yes, even though she’d manifested as a Berserker, this innocent child had accepted her without question. And Raikou was so overcome by this simple act that it took all her willpower not to melt into a crying mess and hug Akari tight to her chest there and then.

“Master, I… if it’s really all right with you, then…” She sniffled a little. “Then I will be your sword, and your guardian. You may leave the battlefield to me.” Somewhere amidst those two sentences she’d regained her composure, a samurai’s confidence and austerity returning to her posture. Yes, a delirious happiness still fluttered about inside her, but it’d be embarrassing to openly display such juvenile emotions as that. She had to set a good example for her Master, no?

“It’s true that there will be others like me roaming about,” she said, her eyes flicking to one side as if worried some horrible insect might be creeping upon them there and then, “But I’m sure they’ll have no good intentions where you’re concerned. Therefore, I will be staying close with you at all times, understand?” As for the name… Akari had done well to remind her of that. Normally a Master would refer to their Servant by their class, but the thought of being called a ‘Berserker’ by such a sweet little girl made Raikou want to start crying again. No, she decided, that will not do. I’ll have to come up with something else.

“As for my name,” she slowly began, studiously ignoring the cat curling itself around her legs, “Well, you’re quite young, so… would it bother you to call me ‘Mother?’ I could treat you as if you were my child, and no onlooker would suspect a thing.” Yes. This was the perfect plan. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner? “I-it might be a bit embarrassing,” she added, turning a little pink, “But as a general, I think it’s our most advantageous option.”
I’m interested, if you still have space.
Costante and Karizma

The twin Masters both listened attentively to Archer’s advice, Costante standing still and calmly taking notes while Karizma shifted her weight impatiently from one foot to the other. When their Servant had finished talking, they instantly looked towards one another, unspoken thoughts passing between them in a flash as their eyes met.

He makes good points.

And he does know what he’s doing!

Then I can trust him to take care of you.

And I can trust you to watch our backs.

They both smiled, and then without any sign or signal nodded to Archer in perfect synchrony.

“Clear as crystal!”

“Clear as day!”

It wasn’t any magecraft or telepathy that allowed them to communicate so quickly, but simply years of experience, a fraternal bond tested and strengthened by time and external forces. When it came to their feelings, each could read the other at a glance, and reach an agreement without so much as a whisper spoken aloud.

Specifics, however, still needed to conveyed the old-fashioned way. “In the interest of caution, I’ll keep my surveillance focused around the two of you for the most part,” Costante said, already heading for the stairs. “Archer, make sure to relay the position of anything you see back to me; I’ll do likewise if I spot anything with my telescopes.” His talent hadn’t been hailed by the Clock Tower for nothing; there was plenty he could do to support them from here.

“Right then!” Karizma skipped her way over to Archer’s side, bowing to him with a girlish giggle. “I’ll be in your care, Senpai. Isn’t that how they say it here?” She winked as she stood up, ignoring the bright red flush on her brother’s cheeks across the room. “Let’s go poke around and see what we can find… Maybe Nobunaga’ll show up! Or Miyamoto Moosashi!” It’d be tempting to try and kill them if they did, but she reminded herself that this was only the first night of a potentially weeks-long event. This would be like the teaser, getting a taste of their opposition so that they’d be ready to go all-out when the time really came.

Assuming Archer had no further comments to share, Costante would quietly disappear off to the upper floors while Karizma threw on a coat and led the way out the door, chattering happily about all the Japanese figures she’d heard about in popular culture. “You think you can beat a ninja? Because I just bet there’ll be ninjas…”
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