Things seemed to have slowed down a bit which is always good (not just because I haven't been quickly posting...). I am liking everyone's work so far, just thought I'd mention that!
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@GreenGoat You can go ahead and post for now. I'm having some writers block for Scathy and have only had time for my other two characters at the moment. I'll try to squeeze Scathy in ASAP, but don't wait on me.
Felix Wade
Once his eyes had readjusted themselves from the bright flash before him, Felix couldn't help but smirk at the man that knelt before him. Diarmuid, a heroic warrior full of honor with a fighting spirit; indeed,it was just as the magus had planned. Felix had made sure to select someone with versatility and talent, and while the Lancer certainly fulfilled these qualifications easily there was another reason why Diarmuid had been summoned. You see, Felix believed himself to be a fantastic leader and a tactical genius, but for some reason there were those who refused to follow and listen to him. Even with Servants there was a chance they'd disobey their masters orders unless forced to by the use of the command seal that now painted itself onto the man's hand. However, if his research was correct the chances of this happening with the Lancer Diarmuid were lessened greatly due to his incredible sense of duty. Indeed, Felix had chosen to summon what he thought to be the perfect tool.
Of course there was definitely an added bonus that Felix surely didn't mind. In fact, if he had been attracted to the same sex the man was sure he'd have fallen for his Servant, and that's without that magical mole of his. Felix couldn't help but feel a bit of envy at how captivatingly handsome Diarmuid appeared to be. This would definitely prove to be beneficial in the long run. Convincing the other female Masters to follow his lead would surely be a peace of cake if he used Lancer. Now, Felix knew that the Servant was not overly fond of his gift of beauty, and thus may not be happy to be used in such a way. In fact, Diarmuid was likely not to appreciate Felix's methods in general. However, if that became an issue, he'd have to deal with it then.
Stepping forward, Felix knelt down in front of his Servant, making sure to be at eye level when he spoke to him. "That's good to hear. My name is Felix Wade, and as you may have guessed I am your Master and the one you shall be serving." Despite his stern and serious words, Felix spoke with a strong tone that indicated that, while Felix was certainly in charge, he would treat Diarmuid as if he was just another person. It's true that Felix saw Lancer as a tool, but he also knew that he was once a person with hopes and aspirations. He'd be using him for his own gains yes, but that was when Felix was in the mindset necessary for a battle. Outside of that, who knows? "You've been summoned as part of a group effort as you can likely discern from the others around you, but in the end you obey no one but me. I'll give you freedom and the right to do what you wish, but if I ask something of you I expect you to follow my orders. You understand?"
@KoL
Jack The Ripper
What was this? Jack looked curiously at the scarf that had been wrapped around her small frame, turning it over to examine its every inch. It was warm and covered her body nicely, with its quality indicating a high level of care and love went into crafting it. Was this... was this a gift from her mother? Jack clutched the piece of clothing to her body tightly as she smiled. She'd never received a gift like this before, so having gotten one from her new mother immediately made the little Assassin happier than one could possibly imagine. What a gift indeed! At that point Jack knew this person was different than her previous mothers who'd refused her company and forced her to cut them open. Maybe her luck had finally worked out for her?
However, if one thought the girl seemed content at that point, then one could only describe her expression once her new mother spoke as one of pure elation. "Really?" Jack stared at the woman with a curious expression, as if trying to process what had been said with her fractured brain, and once she understood her face lit up as the small girl beamed bashfully. Without hesitation she wrapped her arms around her mother and buried her face in her chest. "Yay! Thank you mother, thank you! I'll be sure to kill lots and lots of people for you!" The contrast in the darkness of her final statement couldn't mask the fact that Jack had quickly become attached to Ghyslaine, which was both a blessing and a curse. After a few moments, Jack looked up at her mother, a gentle look of curiosity on her face. "Oh yeah, who exactly am I supposed to kill? Is it these other people?"
@Raineh Daze
I'm definitely looking forward to the Scathach and Cu interactions, and I guess Diarmuid as well considering. There's a lot of good interactions that are possible with this cast, it's great!
Scathach
This was unexpected. Emerging from the bright explosion of light emitted from the amateurish summoning came a figure of elegance, draped in dark purple with long flowing hair. Her red eyes slowly opened, staring directly at the one who had called upon her. Scatach, gatekeeper of the Land of Shadows. This had never happened before, her presence being summoned from the Throne of Heroes. In theory it should have been impossible. Unable to die, she should not have been qualified as a heroic spirit, yet here she was, surrounded by warriors of the past. What had changed? Why was pulled from the Land of Shadows? Even the warrior queen herself could not answer such a question at the present moment, though this didn't mean she was left completely in the dark. Scathach could sense that there was an anomaly created somewhere, allowing for this oddity to occur. Lifting the red spear she grasped in her hand to rest on her shoulder, Scathach lightly smiled.
Yes, the warrior who had lived for thousands of years unable to die was thankful for this opportunity. Finally, she'd have a chance to tes her might against many more, though whether they could provide what she yearned for was a different question entirely. After all, Scathach knew better than anyone that she was a heroic spirit with unbelievable talent. Did there exist anyone in history who could put an end to her curse?
Well she'd have to find that out at a later date, as for now she was faced with addressing the one who had defied fate itself. "You have summoned me from my position of Guardian of The Land of Shadows, and for that I thank you. I am Scathach the Warrior Queen. You are the one I shall call Master, and thus the one that has defied the Throne of Heroes, correct?" With soft but strong eyes, Lancer examined the girl who she stood before her. She was, to be blunt, a child. Inexperienced, clumsy, and rash, Scathach could tell that her summoning was not one done purposefully. This girl still had a lot of work to do before even being called competent, though there was something there. With her keen eyes the Warrior Queen could see a small glimmer of potential within her master that, if tapped into, would make her a Master more than worthy of the title. "I suspect this will work just fine."
@GreenGoat
Jack The Ripper
If appearances were any indication, then what had answered the call should not even be considered a Heroic Spirit. Small in stature and childish in expression, Jack's eyes wandered and observed her surrounding curiously. there were so many people, and other people like her. She knew why she was their, but the whole situation still brought a sens eof wonderment to Jack. With very little clothing, the one who represented the class of Assassin appeared like a harmless child who'd gotten lost, though this couldn't be farther from the truth. A killer without hesitation, Jack was a formidable Servant, and one that would serve her Master well.
In fact, due to her summoner being who it was, they may as well have won the lottery. The second Jack laid eyes on Ghyslaine, the small girl gazed at her with fascination and admiration. Her Master? Her Mother? Had she finally found who she was looking for? For her entuire life she longed to feel the warmth of where she originated, to feel the love of the one who birthed her. Was this woman her? A smile quickly formed along Assassin's lips, her hand reaching out towards Ghyslaine for a brief moment before being quickly pulled back by the shy girl.
For a while, Jack simply stood there, staring into the eyes of her Mother. In truth, the Assassin was at a loss for what she was to do. Like, she'd been granted the knowledge necessary for her purpose, but still. She was just so overwhelmed with happiness that ot was difficult to compose herself. Finally, Jack slipped her two knives into their holsters and spoke. "We're uh, Jack the Ripper. We'll fight for and kill for you." It had been decided. This women that stood before her was now her mother. There was nothing that'd stand in the way of her fulfilling her mothers wish. No matter how many she had to kill, no matter who she had to tear to shreds, Jack would make sure her mother was safe, Not only to fulfill Ghyslaine's wish, but her own. "In turn, you'll take care of us, right Mother?"
@Raineh Daze
Yay I posted! I'll get up Scathy and Jack right away, just wanted to get Felix in there first.
Felix Wade
The nerve of this girl. Who was she to call HIM unintelligent when he was clearly the only person to know what was going on. If there was one thing Felix despised it was idiots who thought themselves better than everyone else. After all, that wasn't him. He knew how superior he was. This girl, however, was obviously deluded and couldn't even conjure up a half decent insult let alone a powerful Servant. Not only that, but she seemed to refuse to accept her defeat gracefully and instead opted to behave childishly. Of course, Felix knew when to drop a conversation, and this seemed like exactly that time. So, instead of firing back with his logic, the magus instead simply smirked at the girl and picked up his bag, feeling quite proud of himself.
He'd see how haughty she was once he'd used his catalyst.
However, before he could leave the buffoon's presence and get to summoning his trump card, A girl by the name of Seyrun interjected herself into the situation, opting to help clean up the mess he'd admittedly caused. Yes, in truth Felix knew that he should probably assist the girls, because in truth it was his temper that'd scattered the clothes on the ground in the first place. He paused, staring at the various undergarments for a moment, before turning his back and making his way towards his circle. Under normal circumstances Felix would have no problem fixing his mistake, but in this case it'd require him to suck up his pride and admit he was wrong to that... slow witted idiot. And, as one may have guessed, there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
Still, despite his foul mood, he couldn't help but chuckle at the comments from the younger girl towards the situation. "Panties guy? Is that my name now? I'd prefer Panties Man actually, sounds like a much better super hero name." He joked back with his poor attempt at humor. Such comments coming from a child always warmed the stern Magus' heart, as they never failed to bring back memories of his sister. She was his motivation, the main reason why he did what he did. Having a reminder of her definitely helped push him forward. Of course, Felix had opted to ignore the comment that had come from Seyrun herself. He knew full well how to treat a woman! Just like any other person of course. Shinobu, though, barely classified as a person so as far as he was concerned everything was fine.
By the time Felix had unpacked his bag and taken out the metal box containing his catalyst, he could already see a few other had summoned their servants. However, another thing he noted was that there were quite a few females in attendance, a fact that made him smirk. Opening the box, Felix removed what looked like the tusk of a boar and placed it in his summoning circle. "Nice Servants there fellas, but you haven't seen anything yet." Felix said aloud to the whole room. "Oh, and laides, I suggest you shield your eyes."
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!
With the final words of his chant, Felix's summoning circle grew brighter, and a flash of light caused him to shield his eyes. The man smirked, knowing that his planning and preparations would pay off right now. He knew for a fact he didn't have the strongest Servant; despite his resources there was no way he could obtain such a catalyst. However, in his mind the choice he'd made was the most tactically sound, and in a few moments everyone around would be met with the sight that would prove he was the most eligible to be a Master.
@KoL@ADamnFiddle
Welp, I'm super sorry to my Servants, Masters, and those I was interacting with but I just haven't felt good all day and I don't think I'll be able to get out a post that I'd like for a bit. After some sleep I should be fine for tomorrow though. Again, sorry for making people wait!
ayy wher my scathy at
Haven't gotten around to posting today. I'll get scathy to you don't worry! I'll also get to Felix.
Well his jobbing powers ARE extremely powerful. He'll job to everyone despite his apparent superiority.
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