Blackstripe

Fate/esoterica

@VitaVitaAROh, in case I didn't make it clear, he's charging with his spear point aimed at skewering them, not just with the blunt force of the chariot...though that would also be quite significant. :P

Fate/esoterica

Rider

"Hm?" Rider's gaze drifted from the Church to his diminutive "Master", before tracing her eyes to the pair of women in the distance. They were both garbed in black, and were clearly approaching the Church. It was almost certainly a Servant and her Master. While he normally held something of a distaste for fighting women, he carried the distinct impression that this reluctance would be ill-advised in their current conflict.

Besides, if they were a threat to his "Master's" victory, then they needed to die, simple as that. Those who were unwilling to face death shouldn't be on the battlefield.

"Looks like our first kill of the night," Rider remarked with a broad grin.

He wondered which servant it would be. Saber, if he was lucky, but perhaps Lancer or, given their manner of dress, Caster? Either way, he would know soon enough.

Grasping the reins of his mighty steeds, Rider gave them a sharp tug. From Rider and Estelle's perspective, they would charge forth from the roof, sailing through the air towards the pair. The horses screeched their warcries, but they were moving far too quickly for them to be heard by those outside, the chariot having left the realm of sound the moment it began moving again.

Indeed, for the two women, all they would see - if they could see anything at all - was a flash of light. By the time the roof Rider had been resting upon ruptured and exploded in a storm of cement, he would already be upon the pair, his sheer speed rending the ground beneath when he drew close.

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One Piece: The Blackfin Chronicles

@LeavesI managed to fill the Chef position with an already accept profile, so no worries. And yes, if you replace the LEGO stuff with a generic name or whatever, then you can go ahead and post your profile to OOC thread.

@Natsume HonnajiOh, sure, your character is accepted. We have two remaining positions open now, Marksman and Musician. These don't HAVE to be filled, but if either of you want one of them, you can have it...assuming your character has the respective skills to warrant it.

One Piece: The Blackfin Chronicles

I don't think the LEGOS brand exists in One Piece, though they might have some other toy blocks that are basically the same thing.

One Piece: The Blackfin Chronicles

@LeavesOh, yes! Go right ahead!

Fate/esoterica

@Crusader Lord But the game was easy enough you could do that anyway.

Also, I one day want to try entering Nero into a game with the statline she ended up having when I played Extra.

BEHOLD

Str: EX
Agi: E
End: E
Mag: E
Luk: E

@Raineh Daze

Playing the fiddle = better than weight lifting.

One Piece: The Blackfin Chronicles

Siobhan hadn't wasted much in the way of time after using her technique, swimming ahead of Eadgar in order to be the first one on the beach in case that kid had any more tricks up her sleeve. Not that she didn't think Eadgar could handle himself, but as the Captain, she felt it her duty to take point in dealing with any threats.

Stepping out from the surf and feeling the sand shift beneath her feet, Siobhan set her eyes on the kid that had blasted their trawler (and all their vital supplies) to smithereens. Stepping towards her with a heavy gait, she drew a heavy breath.

"...That was feckin' savage, what you did!" She offered the girl a beaming grin. "Ya blew our ship half-way to hell an' back!"

Really, to think that a kid that young would have something like that in one of the Blues, it was downright amazing! And she hit them pretty accurately too, despite them still being a reasonable distance away.

Extending an enthusiastic hand, the redhead didn't seem to carry a hostile bone in her body anymore. "The name's Grace D. Siobhan! And that behind me's my crew!"

Fate/esoterica

@Seirei No HaiI got the impression that those were near their apartment, not the Church.

Fate/esoterica

Rider

Laughing at the girl's eager, Rider quickly whipped the reins of his mighty chariot, the three powerful horses at the head wasting not a moment to rise into the air once more. To their eyes, they would be soaring over the large town at a brisk, but tolerable pace. His 'Master' wouldn't have to fear falling from her place at his side. To the world, however, they would be as shooting star, an impossibly elegant streak of lightning in the night's sky that abruptly vanished a short distance from the church, just a short ways beyond what would be considered "neutral territory".

Stealing a glance to the girl beside him once again, Rider couldn't help but genuinely be amazed by her sheer reserves of prana. If he was forced to admit it, he wouldn't deny that she was the best possible match for him as a Master. The Noble Phantasm he currently employed became increasingly powerful the longer it was out...a more limited Magus would only be able to tolerate its existence in this world for a short time. That didn't seem to be the case here.

Slowing so that they might touch down on a nearby rooftop to observe the church, Rider folded his arms and kept his predatory gaze fixed on the doors of the church in eager anticipation of whom might first emerge. He would have to wait until they left the neutral grounds, he understood, but the moment they did...

"If all I shall kill this night is Assassin, then I confess that I'll be most disappointed," Rider couldn't help but mutter. No mere assassin could hope to offer him a challenge...not that he would refuse to attack them because of this. After all, it was a war, and he shouldn't leave a knife at the back of the one who supplied him with prana.

Fate/esoterica

Rider

"Of course I can," he replied with a undoubting smirk, glancing down to his 'Master'. While he never cared for those that would seek to rule over him, Rider couldn't help but admit he was most fortuitous to have this strange little girl as his partner. She possessed nigh-limitless prana, meaning he would be able to fight at his best without concern.

"Now, let us be off," Rider stated, raising a pair of fingers to his lips. Issuing a sharp whistle to the heavens, he was immediately answered by the unmistakable cry of multiple horses. The night's sky was soon alight with what could easily be mistaken for a bolt of lightning if it's trajectory were not so measured. Streaking through the darkness until finally arriving outside the gates of the Varianbec estate, the obsidian chariot settled into slow trot until it came to a stop before Rider.

It was a powerfully built chariot drawn by equally imposing horses, and much like its owner, it carried an obvious air of heroism about it. Stepping to the reins, Rider glanced over to Estelle.

Nothing further needed to be said as far as Rider was concerned. The longer they stood here talking, the greater the chance that their opponents might elude them. He wasn't about to miss out on this, the opportunity he had been longing for ever since he had been summoned into to this time.

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