Zoe slowed down as she came up to the two men, only huffing lightly as she looked on with a ridiculous grin at the two. Of course despite her rather innocent, if not outright stupid and foolish, approach, she at least up front wasn't up front presenting any ill intent. Not that really anything in this war could be taken lightly or at face value, especially to anyone who had a semblance of survival instincts and tactics. Though as for the city's self-proclaimed heroine...
"Hey, thanks for not, er, attacking me! Name's Zoe, The Great Chosen One Who Shall Save The Entire World...and a Master! Sorry for running up like this, but I wanted to ask if you wanna be friends! Or er, maybe make an alliance? Umm...this is all new to me really. But a hero sometimes finds someone to help, right?"
She then looked between the two males, addressing both of them still while speaking as clearly as possible. That much she could do very well!
"Though I know this is all really out of the blue, not exactly something people can usually trust. Other mages can be kinda assholes sometimes, to say the least. Plus this is a war after all, and there's a lot to worry about I mean. So I wouldn't blame you for being very suspicious...
...but I feel it is fate that we ran into each other on the bridge today! Like the Fates totally wove in this great chance, or something, into the fabric of today!"
Her gaze then moved over to Jigen in particular, a stupid and goofy smile still on her face as she addressed the schoolboy that seemed rather close to her age.
"You don't seem to be the very mage-y type for a master, so if anything so I figured I could try to help ya! Got money and magecraft and all, I mean, so maybe I can try to help ya stay alive! I came to this in the first place so I could defeat evil, protect the weak, and to prove myself to be a great hero!
Don't really have any idea what to use on the Grail, though, if I even survive that long. Though maybe we can all make it out alive together if you want! I've even got a Greek servant myself, and he's pretty cool! Though he did tell me the Heracles people were talking about at the bank was fake...b-but my servant knew the real one, so I have to believe him!"
So sincere were her words, and so utterly genuine her excitement and attentiveness, yet by even basic magus standards she was acting like a grade A idiot. By normal humans standards she was also an idiot, in particular one who had just run up alone to and through potential danger to talk to potentially dangerous strangers. Not just this, but had then spouted on to said strangers about making an alliance based on some first impression and something about 'fate'. Frankly it was an utterly ludicrous offer, and an insane action by any regards in the first place. The sheer fact she hadn't been struck down by a random car, much less something else like a sudden bolt of lightning out of the sky during a sunny day, was nothing short of a miracle. Or perhaps...was it fate?
Though she did seem briefly saddened when talking about the, according to her words, 'fake' Heracles at the bank her servant had told her about. Or perhaps he wasn't still at the bank. Truthfully, she had no idea.
Regardless, it was up to the Japanese schoolboy and his servant to decide what to say and do next. How would they handle a total idiot approaching them like this, however? Only the next few moments would truly show what responses would come to the destined heroine's daringly retarded actions and pleas!
"I can even get you both lunch or dinner if you want! I-If that'd help me prove my words are true!"
At least in all of this she had also only been speaking where Theseus and his master could hear her clearly. Passerby and the ilk would remain ignorant of the heroine's words this day...not that her initial approach had been at all subtle.
Not even the taste of the savory meat on a stick she had procured could bring relief from the the bitterness inside. At least her teacher had been looking out for her somewhat, though having come to a grinding halt from her prior excitement had been itself very grating. In other words: Her disappointment was immeasurable, and her day was ruined.
Yet...even so the heroine could not give up totally over one little hardship! Sure not meeting her favorite mythological hero was sad, that much was certain. But not all was lost for this entire 24 hour period! Tonight there would be battles, amazing fights, heroes of legend throwing themselves against each other, and the like! She would get to meet and battle her enemies, seek out allies, and conquer at length the struggles that war would hold for her and her teacher! Of course her brother had said to come home alive...b-but still, going down like a true hero was n-never a bad thing! Right?
Attempting to pump herself back up, Zoe even stopped for a moment and struck a strange pose whilst walking along the bridge...before laughing to herself and returning to 'normal'. Yes indeed, that one manga from Japan had proven to be a fun read with its supremely buff men posing oddly whilst fighting things like vampires and ghosts and the ilk! It was inspiring, even. But rather than strike such a menacing pose on the bridge all day, perhaps, it would be better to get to practicing? She really didn't need her teacher fussing at her later about that in particular.
Looking back ahead of her, however, Zoe found a strange sight. No...it was familiar kind of sight! A bold man, dressed like the ancient Greeks of old, walking alongside a Japanese schoolboy whilst seemingly talking. The command seals on her own right hand were basically tingling already as well! Such could only be the sign of a potential friend or associate! Or maybe a rival! She had no idea which, but before her own conscience could speak up...she had already begun to run at top speed towards what had to be another servant and master pair!
"HEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, GREEK GUY AND JAPANESE KID, CAN I TALK TO YOU GUYS FOR A SECOND???"
Zoe shouted out to the pair as she ran, at nothing short of the top of her lungs and an excited stint wormed its back back through her. Finally, another Greek servant she could say hi to! Surely the fates had woven in such a fortuitous event, the stars aligning to provide her with the chance to recover her excitement for the day period. Indeed this was an event wrought by the hands of fate, and a part of her fated destiny for sure this time!
Between Amaryllis' call to strike, and Eli's blustering and shouting about the car hood ornament on the Lich's club, Sophia felt a surge of adrenaline kick in. Or perhaps it was...excitement? It had been one thing after another since she'd awoken in those ruins of a graveyard, and been attacked out of the blue, and then kidnapped to some beach dimension. Her body and mind were craving the thrill of putting her all into something, of letting out all of that frustration and pent up energy. With such in mind, however, there was only one thing she could do at this venture.
Mariette and her goons had some of the work in part, and Amaryllis had done some as well. So now it was her turn!
"TIME TEH' REAP YER ASS NOW, YA BONY FECKER!!!"
Sophia charged forward in flight, dodging about the finger bullets fired at herself and the other girls. Her axe was readied for striking, and she was willing to invest much of the rest of her mana in striking down the foe before her. Specifically she focused and aimed to cleave the hood ornament on Billy's club, whilst not caring if she slashed through even the bony monster's right hand in the process if she could. She would put her all into this, to strike down her opponent with mighty force that could not be matched! She would cleave bone in twain, rend his blasted club into hamster sized chunks, and destroy that blasted hood ornament with all she could do to it!
Then if she could, she'd mount the lifeless skull of this thing on the prow of her ship. Such would be so very pirate-y indeed!
...Had her silent prayers been answered? A brilliant set of golden eyes, a voice like a chorus of angels that brought tears too all that heard it, and a miracle come forth before her eyes. A holy miracle of Beacon, untainted by the Ascendancy's bloodlust. Mercy. Love. Even that seeming angel herself, who watched over these proceedings as the judge, wept tears of her own. Alicia's words had rung true, the judge had deemed her worthy, and yet there remained one last elephant in the room to take care of. Indeed, there was one last issue that had to be taken care of...herself. Though it had been said her Spark was true, that she lacked corruption even, would this do to convince others completely about her? Would it convince them she wasn't some horror or horror-affliate in disguise, trying to destroy them from within? She knew not, but to stand up for herself for once and reinforce the truths of the friend that had spoken up for her...that was the right thing to do.
Summing up all the bravery she could muster, and all of her willpower to boot, Serenity stepped forward next to Alicia and before the enraptured assembly's attention. After she briefly glanced at the white coin floated there before Alicia, its glow soft and gentle, Serenity breathed in and out before reaching into her own pocket. After a brief moment of struggle, due to her hands being cuffed together in front of her, the magical girl then withdrew a small object she held aloft before the crowd.
The object itself was small, however, in the shape of a deep blue gem enclosed tightly in a small golden cage. The gem itself seemed to bear a soft glow within, however, a familiar 'spark' that could not be denied. So too did the small golden cage have something unique to it, an almost light-like appearance to it that was engraved with an ornate golden filigree beyond any mortal make.
"The cardinal's words ring true! Without compassion, we will not survive these darker times! Without a true and pure love to encompass all...our 'justice' becomes false, and so very woefully blind, cutting down all in its path without care or remorse!
Shall we let ourselves be blinded to the point the world fears us, and we become akin to the terrible horrors that slither in the darkness of the universe?
Because...I was once part of one of those horrors, and was something that could not understand love or the light of true justice! I made light of it, jeered at the concept of love, and abused the lives of the innocent...yet in those moments before my death, the light of Beacon came to me!
It spoke to me of compassion, of penance, and of an understanding I once fully lacked!"
In that moment something seemed to...click within Serenity, and a before unseen boldness surged to the surface as she shouted aloud to the assembly. Her voice eked with of a truly ironclad conviction. Her face too seemed to change, becoming the very picture of determined resolution. Perhaps it was the heat and emotion of the moment, perhaps it was her pouring all of her feelings into her plea, but in the end it did not matter to Serenity. She had to do what was right in this moment, or risk standing silent before a world that had before been reviling her.
Never again would she merely stand idly by. Never would she let a friend stand alone before the world. Never again would she back down from what she knew to be right, to be truly right, at her very core. Such was the conviction of her compassion...such was her vow, which she cherished so much.
"It spoke that this spark would glow brightly within my very soul, that my will and fate would be reforged by it, but in return I could never escape those memories I bore nor the knowledge of my former self's many sins and deeds. Such is the nature of my penance...and of my eternal existence as a magical girl, bound forever to Beacon's holy light of my own free will and volition!
If any of you still doubt my dedication to true justice, to a true love and compassion that encompasses all, and to the pure light and true path of Beacon that my friend Alicia has proven to be in line with this day, I will humbly offer you this.
This container is my very soul, made bear and vulnerable to all, which shall shine forth as a witness of my convictions! Let the holy light of true love, of true justice and compassion, of the true path, pour forth upon all to witness! Let it prove that I AM BEACON!!!"
Before the eyes of the onlooking crowd, and the cardinal whose subtle smile and voice pierced the hearts of all in the room, Serenity's Soul Gem suddenly began to glow. A brilliant golden light, just like that of the cardinal's eyes, shot forth from the small and fragile-looking object that would illuminate the room. Yet the light itself was not blinding...indeed, it was instead a truly warm light, gently but distinctly caressing the forms of those in the room with a holy and easily-recognizable radiance. Yet after a few moments, the light once again faded, returning to the far more humble golden glow that Serenity's Soul Gem had originally been emanating.
Yet as the spectacle faded, so too did some amount of Serenity's strength. The girl fell down on her knees, huffing and puffing as the mental, physical, and emotional highs began to fade...though some other tiredness seemed to also be taking hold after that brilliant light. Indeed, for her that light had been so warm, so reminiscent of her rebirth and conversion it had brought on some tears now streaming down her face. Remaining conscious, however, Serenity pulled her hands back down, placing the soul gem close to her chest.
"If you doubt my resolve...then let me bear one of those White Coin...as a sign of my conviction...," the girl spoke, her huffing and puffing very much audible as she spoke, "And if any must pay for my past sins...let it be all upon me...but spare the others who have shown kindness to me....i beg you..."
The heroine suddenly screeched to a halt, as a message echoed within her mind! But what would she do after such an alarming missive? The clash between the whirlwind of destiny, against the reining in of valorous reason, burned within her! Though at least that toast had been tasty along the way. Yet in the end, was she to not come and see the-?
...-wait, so he wasn't? WHAT?! Some faker was waltzing about as...as HIM?! That certainly helped narrow things down a bit, at least, and yet something within her seemed to drop into her stomach like a lead weight. It was a strange feelings, and not one she enjoyed. Yet there was reason otherwise in her servant's teacher's message. Yes. Now was not the time...
'I-I...I'm heading b-back, t-teacher...'
Or perhaps she was just utterly disappointed that she couldn't challenge the great Heracles to a rap battle.
Either way, the heroine determined to backtrack to where she'd been before! As such, it was time to move like a divine wind, blowing across the city once more to save it from destruction and danger! Yes. She totally wasn't running back and eating the rest of her food along the way, trying to choke back the sadness or anything. Nope. She would get to her practice, however, which was at least something to do for now. Teacher would communicate back with her once things were done, at least, to tell her what went on and the ilk. Or so she hoped.
Commerce District, The Totally-Hercules Power Hour PerformanceTM
...Why. Why was she watching a gaggle of idiots putting on a performance? For a second she had to remember that she wasn't watching a kabuki play, not that those existed in her day and age anywho, rubbing her eyes for a moment to get her senses back. Much her wondered if she doomed to be surrounded by total fools, and if her temper would survive even the first night before she ended up cutting someone's head off in her fury. One was an idiot boasting to be the famous Greek hero, after having a yoyo match with a child of all things, which was to her either a sign of an idiot heroic spirit or perhaps this guy being some mentally-challenged cosplayer of a servant. Because he was a servant, that much was not up for debate. Further, even many masters and servants seemed to have been drawn here into the orbit of this...what could she call it? A bottomless pit of endless stupidity, pulling in all it can? A black hole of asshole-ery, crushing all common sense in proximity to it?
Perhaps she was being overdramatic, but Yamato's mood and current frustrations weren't helping her one bit in this situation. Between the angsty master, his servant who seemed to be of a better mindset at least, and Mr. Yoyo-Tricks, her blood pressure would have been through the roof if she were a normal human being. Though after her master stepped in, attempting to add "mood" to the scene in her eyes, which even Mr. Yoyo seemed to glance at like a nuisance...or something. Letting out a perturbed huff, Yamato walked over to her master before grabbing him by the ear.
The Berserker used just enough force to cause some distinct but not terrible pain, pulling back a little to yank the man away from the action before looking to the Yoyo Servant and the servant of the 'edgy mask master' (as she had determined to think of him). Her face was a mix of frustration and raw exasperation, however-
"...Please don't indulge him, he's impressionable. And a complete idiot. Apologies for letting him get off of the leash here."
Yamato spoke to the other two servants in a polite yet audibly very forced tone, one which easily betrayed a sense of underlying anger of some kind...albeit not directed at the two of them. She then turned her attention back to her master, walking away as she kept her vicegrip-like hold on his left ear. As Yamato moved back through the crowd, however, her voice could be clearly heard shouting aloud...a tiny bit of her anger erupting into a small tirade.
"I am dragging your ass back, and don't even think of another stupid-ass stunt on the way! You try it, or even so much as think about trying it, and I will knock your ass unconscious!"
Too long had she suffered in this pit of torment, after having arrived upon metallic wings to bear her forth to Japan! Clearly too many were interested in the same thing as her as well...but why did the line for street food have to stretch for sooooooooo loooooooooong?! It had made her almost cross with things, and those stupid kids trying to shove to the front of the line like the swine they were, though no true heroine could save the day if she could not show patience! So she had waited, until finally the handheld met skewer was glistening before her eyes and was held in her hand. Finally she could get something to eat, and they had also thrown in a free piece of toast with-...hmm? What was that?
A commotion was being had, disturbing the meal of the city's great heroine! Something about a legendary hero back in the world? Wait, he claimed he was the mighty Heracles?! What was she to do? Where was she to go? Was it wont to follow in the footsteps of greatness, to seek a being long past by following the crowd to what would be a legendary encounter???
“Master, I’ll be checking this out. Enjoy your meal. And make sure you’re still practicing when I come back!”
...EEH?!? She still had to practice at a time like this?! She was happy to learn, and had been very open to her servant's desires in this regard. However, the orange-haired girl seemed to pout, before sticking the slice of buttered toast in her mouth and running off in the direction of the crowd. The guitar slung over her back, something acquired en-route to Fuyuki for her to "practice" with at her servant's behest, lightly jostled as she bolted at a dead sprint for the Commerce District.
"Hey! Don't just leave me here alone, Teacher! I want to see Hercules too!!! I'll even practice there, I promise!" she communicated back to her servant.
With food in mouth, and the skewer in the small paper food carrying device it had been served in, the heroine thus sallied forth to the call of destiny! Though some around Zooe could not help but recall the image of a generic schoolgirl, running to get to class on time, as she moved past them.
Moving to: Commerce District, The Totally-Hercules Power Hour PerformanceTM
One thing was abundantly clear here...her master was a total idiot.
Not only was he a total idiot, but he was someone with no survival skills to his name. Even a small dog could probably kill the man, given the right chance to strike. It was that sad. It was also frustrating, like he was. Very frustrating. It had taken a lot initially to hold herself back from beating him to death. Yet his magecraft was at least something usable, so he was an 'idiot savant' if naught else, and his circuits gave her the juice to actually function and battle properly in this form. So she had to compromise to a 'certain extent' at a minimum, which she had been doing thus far, though most of said 'compromise' consisted of not butchering the man when he got on her already-live-wire nerves as a Berserker. With that in mind, she felt she was off to a great start for the day as compared to last time someone got on her nerves this much!
"What kind of half-assed, stupid question is that? Choose the damn beef one!"
Of course beef ramen was the best. Did this man grow up under a rock, or in the back of some primitive cave?! By this point already he was pissing her off more, by wandering around in this stupid store for what felt like forever! Then again, it was less stupid than trying to charge out and kill a god without a divine blade in his hands. That she could concede to try to calm herself down. So in this case, she had resigned herself to sigh and grit her teeth somewhat for it all. Albeit she did empathize with the store clerk on this one. 'Sigh' indeed.
Though despite the added frustrations of being laden with the bags of junk food as they left the store, her master did at least admit his level of pathetic weakness and stupidity. Well, at least somewhat. Sighing to herself internally, Yamato deigned to at least respond to the man.
"I'm surprised you've survived this far in life at all, much less doing anything else beyond that. But unless ya' stab me in the back, betray me, throw me to the dogs, or piss me off way too damn much somehow, you've got my support. So yeah, you can count on me. And believe me, you'll know if you piss me off too damn much," the warrior responded, as blunt and brutal as she could be while still admitting her master could count on her.
She'd been loyal to a man who wanted her dead much of her life...wasn't like serving a buffoon was any worse. So indeed, she would remain loyal to this man unless he 'overstepped his boundaries' as the more modern term put it. Besides, this man was her ticket to the Grail and her most precious wish. Anything else that stood in her way would get cut to ribbons, shredded like meat thrown to the wolves, and scattered across Japan's landscape in a bloody mess. That was a promise.
Yet as they talked, Yamato's senses and instincts quickly rang in her head like an alarm. Ah. At least one servant was in the vicinity already, and all it took was a quick glance to the other side of the street to notice. A virtual giant of a man with white hair and tan skin, an utterly alien thing to Japan, sitting on a motorcycle and keeping some sort of careful attention on them. Without skipping a beat, Yamato held up one hand and 'shot a bird' to the motorcycle man with her right arm as the flimsy plastic bags slid down into the crook of her elbow. This was accompanied with a dirty glare, something that spoke further volumes of "f*** off asshole". She dared not speak it aloud, as she had no idea what her master would do if he knew at least one servant was around.
There was also that odd couple with creepy vibes she saw a ways down...who were admittedly coming along the same path they were taking but in the opposite direction. Maybe it was just coincidence, but one of them appeared European physically and she didn't care to be nice to anyone that could be an enemy right now. Or perhaps she was just venting some amount of steam in all of this. Either way she tossed another even more rude gesture and dirty glare at the couple as well. Screw them too, whilst she felt pissed enough as it was. In fact, screw all of these idiots in this damned Holy Grail War at that!
Maybe after this she could take some of her master's money and go to a hot spring. That'd soothe the nerves enough for sure, especially if she found some pretty girls there, despite her passively more frustrated and easily-ire'd state. Then tonight would be time to get serious-...eh?
As another man exited the store, another seemed to run up to him and speak in a hurried voice behind them...just where Yamato could hear. Something about a big Greek hero guy performing in front of a bank? EH??? What the hell was a servant doing, pissing around and bragging in public?! Were they out of their goddess-forsaken minds?! Was her master hearing any of this crap as well? What in the name of the Emperor was going on with this day?!
To meet another hero or heroine beyond herself...it was like a dream come true! To pair with the likes of a legendary soul, venture forth into danger, and defy all adversities at length! To be able to go beyond the borders of the familiar, to strike down evil and-
"Zoe, dear...you need to stop jumping up and down...and hugging the relic. You need to start the summoning if you are going to make your plane in time."
Well, her mother was right in the end. Her father wasn't here for some reason, probably due to family business, but at least her mother and brother had stayed to see her summon a proper heroic spirit! It was exciting to no end, and her fiance had well understood the situation it seemed to boot. Already her things were ready to go, and-...ah, yes, the summoning ritual. The ritual to summon the heroic spirit. Yes. She needed to do that before anything else. Whew.
Setting the lyre fragment within the center of the silvery and large summoning circle, this piece itself a catalyst that had been provided by her fiance in an neatly-wrapped box before she had come here, Zoe stepped back and extended a hand towards the circle. Though giddy excitement and raw anticipation coursed through her more than obviously, however, her face seemed to take on a focused look of great concentration at this time. For a moment it was like she was a mature individual, or a magus of serious countenance, but before such thoughts could settle in for her mother and twin brother the girl began the chant she had memorized for this occasion. Indeed...but maybe she had added a minor tweak or two to it admittedly.
"Let Silver and Steel be the Essence.
Let Stone and the Archduke of Contracts be Foundation."
The volume of her voice built up louder and louder as she spoke, her fervor rising as she felt the magical energy swelling from the summoning circle. Indeed, all in the presence of the ritual could feel...something in the air. Like something was coming, but they knew not what. Or perhaps such a thing was all in Zoe's own hrad, imagining the potential reactions.
"From that Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of power, oh Protector of the Balance!"
For a moment her mother's face went pale, though her brother only seemed to barely stifle a giggle from where her stood. Yet as she finished those fated words, a great light erupted from within the summoning circle that filled the room. Indeed, a legendary hero was once again being brought into this world to save it anew! Zoe could barely restrain her excitement as she finished the ritual herself, closing her eyes to avoid the light blinding her...awaiting in eager anticipation to open them again in a moment and view the great heroic spirit before her!
Then maybe she could get an autograph from them too. She always did love good music.
Title(s): “The Chuuni Express”, “The Great Chosen One Who Shall Save The Entire World" (latter one she gave to herself)
Alignment: Chaotic Heroine Good
Personality: A fearless idiot with boundless enthusiasm, no hesitation, no chill, and no problem selfishly doing as she pleases whilst forcing unreasonable things on others. Also an overly-eccentric chuuni at 19, who calls herself a “chosen hero” and goes on about things like a “hero’s journey” and “defeating monsters” and “becoming the greatest mage” and the ilk. However, is surprisingly dedicated to what she puts her mind to, and shows an above-average work ethic and that surprised even her professors at the Clock Tower. In fact her very will itself is itself a great force of nature, and her determination combined with a lack of hesitation to push past social norms on average has led to a scattering of “incidents” and “hijinks” throughout her life. She seems to adore her immediate family, and though other relatives in the family have been left exasperated by Zoe...much to her joy her parents (and especially twin) seem to reciprocate her affections.
A child born into a very long-lived family of Greek magi, the Alexandris, and as the second in a pair of fraternal twins born to the wife of the family head. Despite being twins, however, it was clear early on that Zoe's brother was the most well-suited in disposition and magic circuits to be the heir. Indeed, despite even Zoe’s prodigious talents in her family’s magecraft, to the point of being a child prodigy, her and her brother's fates were sealed from the moment of their birth. While Zoe's twin brother was being trained to one day take charge of the family and inherit their crest, Zoe was trained as a magus to prepare her to be married off to some Lord or Lord's heir at the Clock Tower. This was itself something to further the Alexandris' political standing by basically providing the wife of a future family head. Yet regardless of this, the two seemed to get along very well despite their differences and ultimately different roles. Admittedly the idea of finding Zoe a husband became something of a challenge at first to her parents, what with her very eccentric behavior and mannerisms, but eventually a most prime candidate was found and introduced to her. Said candidate seemed to find her attractive, to say the very least, and seemed to like her personality and eccentricity as well. Zoe in turn seemed to think well of him in return, though observers of their first meeting could only ever call the duo "a meeting of strangely synergistic and eccentric personalities". It was an oddly positive outcome, and ultimately a very strange and abnormal one, for two magi who were set to marry for political reasons in the future.
Zoe was essentially being sent to the Clock Tower to be married off for political reasons, yet ultimately ended up taking classes to improve her skills in magecraft and better round-out her abilities to support her future husband. A strange decision, but ultimately one that was deemed to be "proper" by her future husband and his family to "help make her more useful" in the future. Here she was admittedly initially laughed at by some of her peers, being an oddity among students, though some others oddly took to her strange mannerisms and persona and invited her to parties and such events. Her professors initially thought little of her as well, being sent primarily to be married off, but were astonished to see her surpass their expectations by a country mile. Yet when news eventually leaked in about a “strange ritual in a backwater town called Fuyuki”, though the source of this leak to Zoe or the students in her class remained unknown, Zoe without hesitation bolted off to go participate after sending a quick letter to her family and husband about doing so. Her parents were initially mortified to get the news, albeit less than surprised in the end, and Zoe's future husband ultimately approached her family about the issue. Yet when the Alexandris' heir, and Zoe's twin, had a private conversation with with him...the man was noted as eventually leaving the meeting laughing jovially.
After all...a proper heroine can’t just sit still all the time, especially when the smell of a grand adventure is afoot!
Magic Circuit Switch: Recalling feelings of sexual arousal
Number of Magic Circuits: A
Quality of Magic Circuits: C
Elemental Affinity: Water
-General Magecraft: (basic things that students at Clock Tower would know)
-Serpent Magecraft: Magecraft centered around serpents and their symbolism and relations, and a style of magecraft whose foundation is rooted in ancient Greek Mythology with some influence from ancient Greek magecraft practices. She is very proficient in this magecraft.
Utilizing the duality of the snake’s associations with healing and harm (as well as blessings and curses), the user can cast normal healing magecraft of a distinctly high potency...or even the opposite: Healing magecraft that behaves like unto a curse, accepted by the body but that spreads through targets whilst harming them like a potent poison. This could even be tied back into the nature of the blood of the Hydra, with these “harmful healing spells” transforming the blood of targets into a toxin....or even transforming the blood of snakes into a similar composition to the toxic blood of the Lernean Hydra (albeit far from being as potent).
The blood of serpents can also be transformed into an imitation of the blood of a Gorgon, either acting as an extremely potent toxin or a miraculous healing potion in application.
The creation of special serpent familiars is also possible, augmenting in traits from legend or serpent symbolism into the mix. Likewise, the connection of serpents to the “father of monsters” Typhon allows for the creation of “monstrous” familiars with serpents as a base. They don’t reach the rank of true phantasmal beasts at all, but are made into creatures that “are similar to them and bear the potential to grow into being Phantasmal Beasts over time”.
-Water Magecraft: A form of elemental magecraft, highly tuned to the water element. She has an average, albeit reliable, level of skill in this area.
Magic Crest: (Does not possess)
-Ouroboros Choker: A golden snake choker imbibed and infused with serpent magecraft. It is a health-supporting mystic code that “anchors her current state of proper and full health” to a certain extent, being useful against poisons and diseases as it purges them from her system passively and strengthens existing bodily healing functions. It also helps in at least resisting ill effects such as curses that affect the body or mental effects that try to skew or alter the mind.
-Mini-Caduceus: A small caduceus based on that of Hermes, with two metal snakes intertwined around its shaft and two main functions. When touching others with it, with the specific will to use it on them, this caduceus casts a spell that rapidly puts the target to sleep on the spot. It also grants a minor form of protection to Zoe herself as a “traveler” mulling about a strange land.
-Serpent Earrings: A pair of coiled-serpent-shaped earrings she wears, which act as catalysts for casting magecraft.
-Cash: A ludicrous amount of cash to stay in expensive places, eat great food and likely cover other possibly needed expenses. Equates to casual pocket cash for Lords of the Clock Tower, basically, but to a normal individual is basically winning the lottery severalfold. Was given to her by her fiance to use for the brief period of the Holy Grail War. Also attached was a private letter from him to her, which caused her to blush, then laugh, and finally stick the letter somewhere where no one would dare find it.
-Family Letter: Letter sent to her by her parents, telling her to be careful and not get herself killed. Includes a note jotted in it from her twin, the family heir himself, which is actually a legitimate Greek blessing he gave her by invoking the gods to grant her great fortune in her survival.
-Suitcase(s): A pair of rolling suitcases. One is stuffed with clothing, toothbrush/toothpaste, and all other basic living essentials fitting and needed to sustain her through the duration of the Holy Grail War. The other is filled to the brim with serpent materials and otherwise for magecraft, including many vials of serpent blood, pre-made poisons, and other necessary component and the ilk.
Exceptional Benefit: Second Owner (given access to parents’/family’s land to summon, but if she doesn’t get a Greek servant to summon i will switch this to Support Magi)
Title(s): “The Brave of Yamato”, “The King Arthur of Japan”
Class: Berserker (can also be a Saber, Assassin, or Lancer)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Personality: Yamato is a brave, loyal, and adventurous hero, subjugating her enemies and the savage gods of others among other things for her father. Yet her temperament was always a potent one, especially when channeled into a violent and murderous deed as it was in her life. Due to the skill “Berserk” supplanting the usual Berserker class skill, however, Yamato still retains her reason as a Berserker to the point that even high-grade conversation is very much possible. She also shows a certain kindness to women and the weak, but a certain emphasis on her negative traits has been established due to the Berserker class container she is in. Her will is forceful and brash like a violent tempest, her blade is a roaring typhoon ready to cut down all that gets in her way, and her anger itself is a brutal instrument that brings destruction down upon her enemies.
Note: In life, Yamato Takeru was known to have a brutal temperament. In particular, when her older brother refused to come to meals with Yamato (then Prince Osu) and the Emperor, the Emperor sent Yamato to reprimand him and warn him about such a disloyal act. In response, however, Yamato’s brutal temperament interpreted the Emperor’s command differently and far more harshly. Yamato later caught her older brother in the bathroom, and channeled her temper into raw violence as she furiously crushed him, and then brutally dismembered him and tossed the remains away wrapped in a straw mat. Five days later, when she told the Emperor after being asked about her brother’s disappearance, her father was mortified at how calm she looked when she told him about her dark deed.
She met her death after going to subjugate the god of Mount Ibuki, strangling and slaying the great serpent (dragon) there with her bare hands before being injured by a hailstorm and eventually dying. Her soul then turned into a white plover and flew off.
Mad Enhancement: -
-This skill has been supplanted by the personal skill “Berserk” in the case of this servant.
-is a composite Skill of Bravery and Mad Enhancement. Grants the user the ability to negate mental interference such as pressure, confusion and fascination. It also has the bonus effect of increasing melee damage (in hand to hand combat).
With this skill, Yamato’s might and fury are like a mighty river: She fights in a channeled and true and focused manner befitting a warrior, yet simultaneously bares her fangs with the sheer ferocity, violence, fury, and raw brutality of a maddened wild beast. However, in the case of Yamato Takeru this skill is broken down with the “Bravery” component being equal to A rank and the “Mad Enhancement” component being equal to C rank. The effects of the Mad Enhancement component are not taken into account in the parameters above.
-is the ability to instantly identify “the best personal course of action” during combat. Because this Skill allows for the prediction of trajectory, it is possible to avoid attacks from firearms.
At this rank it is possible to halve the penalties inflicted by visual and auditory interference.
Protection from Arrows: B
-is the ability to deal with projectiles, an increased defense against ranged attacks by predicting the projectiles' trajectories through exceptional means, such as hearing the sound of air being cut, or sensing the killing intent of the enemy.
Boon of the Sun: B
-Support received from a solar deity, in this case the goddess Amaterasu. Though the user does not need to stand in the sunlight to receive this support, the wielder does instead recover a small amount of magical energy every turn during the daylight hours (from sunrise through sunset). However, this skill naturally remains inactive during the night.
-A bonus from being summoned on staging ground. All Yamato can do is genderswap herself using this skill.
Noble Phantasm: Your trump card and the symbol of your legend as a whole. The limit for these is generally going to be two, unless you're using a canon Servant who has more.
Title: “Wrath Of The Heavens, Gather Forth And Strike!!!”
NP Type: Anti-Unit (Self), Anti-Army
Range: 0 / 1-50
Maximum Number of Targets: 800
Description: The divine blade of Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess, taken from one of the tails of the slain Yamata-no-Orochi by her divine brother Susanoo. A weapon of the goddess, and one of the three Imperial Regalia of Japan, it was given to Yamato Takeru to wield by the high priestess of Ise Shrine (who also happened to be his aunt). Though while the power of the blade normally allows the wielder to control the winds to a fine level, as a Berserker the utility of this weapon in Yamato’s hands has been decreased in favor of greater raw combat power.
The blade of the sword is normally covered in a superior “sheath” that conceals it by distorting the refraction of light, rendering it invisible using multiple layers of wind that are compressed into super-high pressure air with a massive amount of magical energy. However, as a Berserker this trait has changed to form a passive wind barrier around Yamato and the blade itself that protects them from harm and damages those that come into contact with them. While not rendered invisible by this passive wind barrier, however, Yamato and the sword instead have their appearances entirely blurred/obscured from others. Literally speaking Yamato becomes “a walking typhoon” wielding this blade, which is normally used to just manipulate the wind, has become a far more destructive force with Yamato being summoned under the Berserker class.
This passive barrier protecting both the sword and its master also has other uses, such as increasing the damage and cutting power of attacks...even with something like a punch made by Yamato whilst wielding the sword in the other hand. This wind also has other uses, being like a far stronger version of a similar but weaker Noble Phantasm called “Invisible Air”. It can also be used in a manner akin to the skill “Prana Burst”, to augment attacks and movement through the unleashing of wind.