Crusader Lord

Fate/Crystallised Heaven

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Fate/Crystallised Heaven

Keisuke

Name: Keisuke Moto

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

How He Looks

Personality: Keisuke is an individual who seems a bit...melancholic on the average, as if a little depressed even during times when he is smiling. Able to maintain a calm head in general and keep his cool around even those whose very nature "pisses me off" in his own words, it is not hard to see how he survived in his line of work, pulling back emotionally, shutting down barriers to keep from going insane after so much blood and such was on his hands. Despite this, he is inevitably cautious, always taking a sense of caution with him but able to switch it off in a heartbeat if the time comes to act and avoid pondering on things for too long. However, he is also someone who at times enjoys the simple things, like a hot cup of home-made tea or sitting and getting a breath of fresh air.

Oddly enough, he has always admired the "honorable" sort of warrior, like a samurai of the warriors of ancient China, how they had great strength of both body and mind, of character and their martial skills in combat. At a very young age, he dreamed about becoming a warrior one day, to fight until his last breath, to inspire others with feats of bravery and glory. Ah. And yet, as he is such a dream to him is impossible now, he himself being too tainted by the world to rise above the normal man like some kind of..."hero". If faced with such an individual, he tends to feel both a mixture of admiration and skepticism, though in general were he to meet such an individual he would be willing to humor and favor such a figure should they be on his side. And really, that wish to become a warrior hero has not fully left him, perhaps leading him to follow that wish a bit under the right influence.

Skills:

-Sneaking/Stalking
-Sneak Attacks/Ambushes
-How to use a gun (he is bringing one or two to the Grail War as well with the proper ammo and such with them)
-Faking an ID
-Wilderness survival
-Pick-pocketing and general thievery
-Can cook a mean pot of rice, sometimes putting strange thing in it due to having traveled around the world and seen and eaten many things

Abilities:

Onmyodo- He is very skilled but specialized at Onmyodo, being especially notable in the realms of divination (things more along the lines of scrying for locations and people are some of the things he does best), whilst also possessing a notable affinity for the creation and usage of shikigami. A shikigami to erode a building's supports away, a shikigami to enforce a curse that causes the enemy's blood to heat up and eventually boil under their skin, a shikigami to place a cursed barrier in an area temporarily that disorients those trapped in it, a curse that can cause the enemy's body to attack itself from the inside, among other things are the sort of powers he can employ.
Basic Magecraft- How to make a basic bounded field for detection and securing leylines and such, the unlocking and locking of doors, basic mental interference magecraft for erasing memories and such, all of these basic capabilities that magi can have he possesses in a general variety.

Brief Backstory: Keisuke Moto is a magus of the Moto Family, a group of onmyodo-practicing magi who have passed on their art for generations and generations since ancient times. However, in one of their latest generations, the family began to suffer from fertility issues, leaving fewer children to inherit their ways and magecraft in the future. Among one of these particular generations was Keisuke, who was cast aside as a possible heir for his sister, who was born with amazing circuits whilst possessing a more frail body than the average. While she was trained and raised to become the family head, being treated and raised like a proper princess to a kingdom essentially, he was trained in magecraft in general to serve as a fitting member of the family who would be able to pass on the family's arts if he managed to have children in the first place.

He became skilled at divination at first, and then took up with and became skilled at the creation and use of shikigamki familiars. However, beyond that and a bit of the average magecraft, Keisuke never took up more with his family's magecraft. As it were, his sister was pushed to marry out of their family to the cruel and cocky heir of an allied onmyodo family out of desperation to preserve their bloodline's strength, which had become more desperate of a thing as another part of the family fragmented due to infighting over their methods of attempting to maintain their heritage as magi even as less children were born over the years to the family itself. Not desiring to go through with this and see his sister forced to be around such a cruel person, he refused to accept this thing his family had planned.

Furious at them as a result, a great rift was created between he and his parents, which became worse as time went on and they attempted to push his sister to do as they desired to supposedly "help" maintain their bloodline. Eventually becoming disillusioned with his family, Keisuke stole a knife from the kitchen one night, stabbed his parents to death, and then ran away with his sister to find a place to safely live. A place she could be away from their family's insanity and where they could get away from their extreme pushiness and demands. This would lead the two to run into the freelance magus "Ichi Moyasu", a magus who curiously took the two in after finding them huddling on the streets one night in the cold, clothes tattered from attempting to evade a group of family members coming after them.

It was here that Ichi taught Keisuke and his sister more about onmyodo, raising them as his own seemingly on a whim, and perhaps in part to spite the Moto Family for a past grudge he had against them due to pact run-ins with them that had turned....sour. Keisuke was trained to become a freelancer himself by Ichi,a being taught the ways of a freelance magi and the utilizing of some modern things like guns to support his magecraft, whilst his sister was simply raised to use magecraft in her daily life on top of what her family had engrained into her. Eventually, after working with Ichi for years, Keisuke was able to afford an comfortable and good apartment to move his sister into. From here he set things up where part of his paychecks for each "job" he would do would go to keeping Ichi paid to protect his sister, albeit Ichi himself noted it wasn't a necessary thing since he was willing to protect the two kids he had raised in part the first place. Still, to Keisuke the action was "not enough to pay him back for what he did for us, so it is the least i could do".

After this Keisuke set off to work as a freelancer, employing his shikigami familiars, curses, divination, and his onmyodo skills in performing the various jobs he was hired for. Further, becoming acquainted with Ichi's contacts in and out of Japan among criminal groups and secluded magi who worked for him.

Killing other magi. Getting information. Seducing someone who knew secrets. Locating magi with a sealing designation to report this info to the Magus Association for money. Traveling from place to place in all of this that was a part of his line of work, Keisuke became hardened and eventually depressed by his life as essentially a "mercenary" hired to do the dirty work of other magi. He was no "Kiritsugu Emiya" of the canon timeline, but all the same he became a skilled magus and freelancer in his own right who earned quite a lot of money and did more dirty deeds than he could bear to count. And in the end, it was all for his sister, for the reason he had fled home, rejected his family, and taken up a job as a mage of one of the "lowest" types in magus society.

What else was his purpose in life than to ensue at least she had a chance at a better life? To have a family, to be healthy, to be free of those forces their family has sought to force upon her? And yet, the world seemed to always try to force them down, to make them fall silently into the night. He, most of all, faced this struggle against the world on a daily basis with his line of work, saw the evils of the world, saw the evils within himself, and in others.

Eventually, Keisuke by chance came upon the news of ritual to take place in Mifune City, a place only two hour's drive from where his sister lived. Deciding this was his chance to cement his sister's future for sure, to be able to leave his life as a freelancer once and for all if he was able to get that wish, Keisuke has made preparations to summon his servant and to get ready for the war to come. After all, if this was to be his "last hurrah", he could at least put in his best efforts, eh? Further, with the help of his own underground contacts in Japan, including the Yakuza, acquiring a firearm or two would not be a problem either in this case...

Fate/esoterica

Elizabeth Reinholt

violet = speaking

lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant

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"Hmmm, there is a local cafe i saw on the way in here near the edge of town, the 'Redrock Cafe'. From the hours posted on its window, which i checked, the cafe will be open tomorrow night until 1:00 am for a 'slam poetry' contest. As cliche as the name is, it would seem like a quaint, public meeting place, and it has tables outside for us to sit at and most definitely away from the crowd that will be gathered just inside of the place," the female magus said, noting the location in a calm, relaxed manner as she looked over the other female magus at the same time.

It was as neutral a meeting place as she could arrange. A sitting place away from the rest of the regular people and non-magi, to give the two of them privacy, whilst putting them near people to the point that an attack or fight breaking out would put enemies at risk of exposing the Grail War and thus on the bad side of everyone involved and otherwise. In short, a place where they could meet and speak alone at a corner table outside of the cafe, whilst being public enough to deter enemies from attacking. Ah. That and a nice cup of coffee or such could be enjoyable, perhaps with a pastry of sorts the cafe claimed in big letters to be "made fresh twice a day!" on their store's sign.

She also trusted Jack, however, to act in protecting her...regardless of the circumstances....if anyone tried something funny. Though their servants would have to be kept in spiritual form for the meeting, another method of keeping things safe for herself and for the two of them as a result.

"So, do we have an agreement?" Elizabeth said to Johanna in the same manner as before, even as she unconsciously reached down with one hand and ruffled Jack's hair in a playful manner, and then this hand moved down to keep Jack close to her without thinking like a mother protecting a child.

@Raineh Daze

The Shattered World

Nimue Pendragon

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Year 7,432 of the 3rd Era
3rd Month, 15th Day
Location: Bervenia

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Even though she had listened to Madame Royce's words directed at her and the other "legends" here assembled in this room, at the same time the wizard felt a mixture of emotions. Currently, the most prominent one was....the odd sensation of one gets when they realize someone who is shorter than them is currently lusting over their magitech legs and calling them beautiful at the same time. Which is to say, it was a mixture of frustration, flattered feelings, and curiosity that left her struggling what to say for a minute or two as Auges checked her out like a hungry wolf would look at a crippled sheep alone in the woods. She had not really met someone who was this...intense about her magitech legs, albeit with all of them likely coming from different places an eras by a large margin, perhaps this person did not have such things back in their time as magitech legs?

Though as Nimue looked on at this excited, small person, she noted the presence of a particularly red stone hanging around their neck. Raising an eyebrow, the mage looked at it with intent for a few moments, before a thought clicked in her head and she cast the "Lingwus" spell once again to refresh its duration.

"No you can't tinker with them, especially considering that i'd like to be able to walk," Nimue said, sound audibly frustrated at first before letting out a small sigh, placing her hands on her hips, and continuing after adopting what seemed to be a more relaxed but interested look about her, "Though i'd be willing to talk about their design and make with you at a later time, if you'd wish. To be honest, i did not think anyone else would be this interested in my legs."

As she spoke that last sentence towards the excited alchemist, Nimue threw a sly look and a brief wink at Morgan, before looking back hopefully in time to not have the gesture noticed by others. Heavens, it was but a simple tease, an attempt to lighten her own mood in the process as well. Albeit, she was not the best at jokes, so perhaps it came off as more awkward to the Queen of Knights. Whatever the case, the wizard sought to follow things up with another question towards this other person.

"But may i ask...is that...a philosopher's stone? An actual philosopher's stone?" the mage said to Auges, intellectual curiosity and a studious look upon her face forming as she looked at the red stone without moving any closer to the already-close alchemist.

A philosopher's stone had been described and theoretical details of its make to boot in one of her own "old" books back during her lifetime, but as of yet no one she could ever recall learning of or hearing about had managed to create one. An item that in her day was legendary in and of itself and was supposedly only able to be made by the best of alchemists did not just turn up every day, as it were. She herself had dreamt at one point in her younger years of making one, but being the versatile mage she was she had not chosen to specialize in any one thing.

@Rune_Alchemist@Lyla

Fate/esoterica

Elizabeth Reinholt

violet = speaking

lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant

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The other woman was asking them to go gather information, which seemed fitting considering her servant was an Assassin. Even so, that was a risky proposition in and of itself, and if anything happened it would be the two of them on the line and not this other woman. And what would such do? Give this woman time to plan against the two of them, assume they were weak enough to corner later if they "needed to be disposed of"?

"I see the value in that idea, though if one has a map of the city it is easy to note at least one possible location," the female magus noted after the other woman had spoken to her, pulling out her phone and using it to pull up a Google Map of the area, in particular zooming into a certain area that looked much like a strange, brown-ish blurry spot on the map, "Still, i have one idea. There is a blurry area here of a strange color, as if the image has been warped on this map either on purpose....or by magecraft. Further, it is seemingly isolated from the rest of Redrock, making it a viable spot for some kind of bounded field or base that might be causing this. Like someone is wanting to hide around here, or has been around here for a while. If i had to place a guess, a magus might live here, or perhaps it is an abandoned place a magus once used that could be used as a base operations. Either way, it is an idea."

From how Jack acted and how she felt for her little Assassin, stratagems, exploitation, and the like could be thought up by any enemy who saw them together. It was easy to do. Even she was thinking those things ahead of time just to try to be prepared. Prepared....for people like this, even this "oh, i don't want to kill masters unless i have to" Enforcer of the Magus Association, an association that had failed to beat two people in Fuyuki fighting over the original Holy Grail. Ha.

Outwardly the female magus maintained a cool and calm exterior, as if dealing with business but not without a tint of politeness in place. However, inwardly, concealed from the sight of this other woman entirely, she scowled and slightly stewed.

Considering how this "Johanna" who shared a name with the infamous family of demon-summoning magi in Germany, likely not a chance or coincidence at that, had looked at and spoken to the homunculus earlier, the homunculus being from a family whose name was very much familiar to herself and other American magi, it was not hard to guesstimate that this woman possibly looked at Jack as simply another "unfortunate casualty" of this war in the same manner. Ha. Haha. Hahaha!

Casualty of this war? Elizabeth was not allowing that, not now, not until her body lied cut to shreds and buried under the sand of this beach where no one would find it. And even doing that to her would require going through Jack in the process, much less if the female master had command seals left to empower herself with in that time if she were rendered alone and fighting for her life.

Truly, her goal in this war was simple: to win. To win, and originally to prove her might in surviving this challenge of a ritual. Yet after meeting this little girl who had lived in a hell....she wanted something different. To use her wish to give this little girl a second chance at life, free of murder, free of the mental pollution filling her head and the physical pollution that had permeated the purgatory of her life, and a chance to live like an actual, decent, happy human being with all of the perks of modern times. One among magi would easily call that sort of wish sentimental, stupid, idiotic, even clashing against what this other woman might wish for just to use the Grail for its original purpose.

But Elizabeth herself was a magus like any other. So the others be damned, as like any other magus she would fight for her goals and aims as she pleased!

Though as her little girl tugged on her sleeve, the female magus looked to the side, and her train of thought and speaking was interrupted by the adorably-ketchup stained hands and face of the little servant. A soft, motherly smile came to her face as Elizabeth reached over, grabbing a few paper towels and taking a knee to come down to her little servant's level. Without having to say a word, Elizabeth wiped off her sleeve, and then began cleaning Jack's little hands and her face from the messy burger smeared all over her in a manner that reminded the female magus of her own younger siblings and pictures of her younger self kept in her mother's scrapbook back home.

"Sweetie, we can wrap up what's left of the burger, so we can save it from getting bad. Then you can have it tomorrow, ok?" Elizabeth said, before placing a small kiss on the small Assassin's forehead and leaning back once more, taking the bit of burger and carefully wrapping it back up in the original wrapper once more and setting it to the side where she would remember it.

Standing back up, Elizabeth looked back towards the other female magus, to see if her prospective ally would respond to the info she had given. It was something, at least, and perhaps a starting point if her suggestions was taken. They would have to begin at some point to get started in moving this Grail War along towards its eventual finish, after all.

But one thing she mentally noted to herself clearly: If this woman kept to her word of an alliance, and did not stab them in the back, then they would be able to work together just fine perhaps.

Yet....

If this woman attempted or tried to backstab them, to kill her little Assassin or herself, then it would not take much at that point to get Maria The Ripper to go right back into action again, right? Especially if someone tried to hurt her mother of all people.

@Raineh Daze

Fate/esoterica

Elizabeth Reinholt

violet = speaking

lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant

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"My name is Elizabeth Reinholt, a daughter of the head of the Reinholt Family," the female magus said to the other woman, looking up at her after swallowing a bite of her happily received hamburger, having been admiring Jack's cute manner of going about trying to messily eat her very first hamburger. It was charming and cute to her, though Johanna speaking to her brought her back out of that moment in time and into the real world....one where this other woman might be thinking of ways to get to her little girl in some manner to kill her, "I am not heir, though, but that is another matter altogether."

Not that servants were here to just live lives. And indeed, it was something that despite her love of her little servant was a harsh reality still kept in mind in the end. No, the reality was more cruel, to get rid of all the servants in sacrifice just for some desperate mage's hope to access the records of Akasha. The Root. Information at the cost of putting this little girl, if naught else, through another hell beyond the scope of her actual life many years and years ago. It left the mage shocked, and feeling various conflicting turmoils within her about her intentions coming into this war, her goals for this war, and what this all was.

But this matter aside, the American decided to take another bite of her burger, savoring the meaty taste and cheap flavorings that made it a familiar and appreciated thing to her. Not that she'd eat stuff like this all of the time, but once in a while one just needed a bit of enjoyment in their food. Even if it was a simple, likely hasty meal in the middle of a war zone.

As for her not being the family's heir, that did not mean she was inept at magecraft or such. It was just that she was not first in line to the family's leadership. It was a simple thing to her that she didn't mind, unlike some of those European idiots who were obsessed with single heirs to their family and doing whatever it took to keep siblings from killing each other or something. Whatever. To her, it made sense to have multiple individuals in line for the family's leadership, and keeping them on good terms with each other as well, in case one heir died or another did something to get disinherited or such. It seemed...safer. And really, her siblings weren't bad people themselves to her.

@Raineh Daze

The Shattered World

Nimue Pendragon

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Year 7,432 of the 3rd Era
3rd Month, 15th Day
Location: Heart of Bervenia

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The trip had been...perhaps more awkward than she had thought, and admittedly this was a type of trip she was not used to, with horses and no angry, angst-filled teenager-like dragon a few thousand years younger following her about in a grumpy mood. Such a trip reminded her of the old days, her final years, in which she had gone about from place to place, to help others and go about the task with at times a single-minded determination that held fast due to...her promise with Morgans. By Vis, waking up and seeing Morgan about the camp in the morning was a surprise she had still not tired of having each time. She was not of the forgetful sort, so perhaps the sensation was simply the steady rejection of this ingrained sense she had of not having her beloved compatriot along for so many years. Perhaps. Though often during the trip she had managed to sneak into Morgan's tent at night to talk, though neither had seemed to want to speak about their shared..."dalliance" the prior day.

Though whilst they had talked of the happier days of old, the joys of the ancient years far long passed that they had shared, Nimue felt a bubbling up inside her of...anxiety in a sense. Worry about what had occurred between the two,about...not having informed Morgan about more of the happenings after her death that for the mage were far darker times indeed. As compared to other things she had grappled with, this anxiety was easier to keep shoved down even around Morgan, though impossible to completely conceal in the back of her mind. At the very least, the shapeshifting thief and his magical dagger were keeping from the main group to an extent.

It was ultimately an awkward thing, however, as she at least had not been able to actually get into some conversation with him during the trip. Albeit, she had threatened the man before, and even now she could honestly admit to herself that she did not have any measure of complete trust in the man. Trust had to be earned, on all sides apparently. Yet even as the man left his horse behind and the mage returned Morgan's soft smile as best as she could, she felt herself outside of her times with Morgan falling back into who she was before she had died. In other words, a somewhat depressed mage who seemed to bear a sense of emptiness...which was awkward around Morgan and and of itself, leaving the feyblood to hope that Morgan did not see her like that much at all.

Though as the oracle currently prattled on to the three of them, Nimue felt a small frown come to her face. It was odd having someone speak to her who, if they possessed strong enough divination magic, might know more about her than she was comfortable with at all. One reason she had avoided divination magic, really, since it was an odd sensation to be on the receiving end. Glancing over at Morgan as well, Nimue met her eyes and gave a light nod before looking back towards the child-like oracle before them who seemed to command such respect.

"So we are essentially to understand that this world is under attack now by a being of alien origins that looks like a dark moon is creating some form of foreign abominations? And my assumption that this revival is the work of Vis is correct. And that we might be
using a vehicle such as an airship or some other methods to avoid land travel, if i am interpreting what you said correctly that is," the mage noted, her tone taking on a serious note as she attempted to make sure first that she had heard the oracle correctly and had placed a guess at what the oracle was referring to when noting Harun eventually mentioning a way to travel east without wading through the enemy's forces, "Though i must ask how you gained such powers of divination in all of this, whether by divine means or not. Further, your appearance to be suggests some amount of fey relation or ancestry, if i may question such a thing aloud. I mean no disrespect by any means, but with everything taken into account i simply wish to gain an understanding of you as well on some level."

Not that this woman was evil, perhaps, but it was not like Nimue was going to take this all without any questions being asked about this oracle or the like. Everything had moved so fast so far, it was...slightly jarring in some respect. While the "others" had perhaps been given the time to adjust after arriving here early, the mage, knightess, and thief had not exactly been given some amount of preparations or time to soak in simply being alive once more for that matter.

@Lyla@Tominas

Fate/esoterica

Elizabeth Reinholt

violet = speaking

lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant

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It was a simple matter of tracking down her sweet little murderer down that led Elizabeth to the beach and beach house of the Master of Berserker at last. Though for a location, Elizabeth felt herself admitting that this was a rather luxurious spot for a base in the middle of a holy grail war. That being noted, the place likely had defenses put up in order to facilitate some manner in which her potential ally could defend herself in case of an attack and such. Though to the master of assassin this place also seemed very good for the usage of her magecraft, a thing that would be of important note should she ever fight in this area of Redrock at some point during the war.

Ah, but a fight was not her reason for having her little girl track down these two. They had spoken of alliance before in the church, and with the other master's seemingly genuine resolve to not kill anyone but enemy servants it seemed a safe bet for some form of cooperation in this war. After all, Assassin was not suited to direct combat, and even if ambushing another servant all it would still be a large risk. Thus enemy masters were a prime target for Jack, really. Though considering the circumstances of this potential ally that she was herself currently aware of, targeting enemy master might not be considered a viable option if her ally was around or such. Elizabeth wanted the option open just in case an enemy servant was too strong to actually beat in open combat or such.

Though if the situation called for it enough, perhaps the two would be able to agree to off an enemy master.

Mentally sighing to herself, the female magus blitzed up to the front door, stopping and waiting for a moment. Surely the other woman would sense her here, and as the door was opened before her this seemed to be the case. At least the other woman's greeting was friendly enough with the offer of food and some hospitality in the face of what had just started tonight. It brought a small smile to Elizabeth's face, really.

"I don't think we'll mind at all, actually," the American magus said aloud, before glancing back in the direction she could sense her little murderer being.

'Jack, dear, this nice lady is inviting us inside for some food. I know the other girl earlier was not playing nice, and you did good to stop her from hurting mommy, but you can come over to me now and come out of hiding to see this lady if you want to so we can eat,' the female master communicated to her adorable Assassin, knowing that if the other woman tried anything her little girl would defend her in a heartbeat. Or faster than that, even.

But if she made a show of faith to this hospitality by bringing Jack out of hiding, it might pay off in the end. Or at least make herself seem just as genuine about wanting a possible alliance with this person. Besides, if they became an enemy Jack's skills would ensure they didn't really remember a thing about what happened. It was perfect, really.

That, and she wanted to see how Jack would like a messy, tasty hamburger for the first time. Goodness, she at least wanted to let the little servant have some positive experiences while back on this earth.

@Raineh Daze@Cu Chulainn

Fate/esoterica

@VitaVitaAR It has been done.

@Blackstripe And after re-reading your latest post...does this mean Cassandra wants to find and meet Hasabe?! XD

Fate/esoterica

Elizabeth Reinholt

violet = speaking

lightcoral = thinking/mental communication with servant

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The female master cautiously moved back from where the curse had tried to assault her, using another single action to remove the ice wall she had thrown up to protect herself after finally managing to get back up on her feet. Letting out a small sigh, Elizabeth could note the presence of something going on where Jack had been. And indeed, the ice wielder's advice to Mira remained true: With what had happened, someone would try to come and capitalize on this moment if anyone remained behind. Albeit she had not expected her own little Assassin to do such a thing without orders, but yet at the same time the small white haired girl's actions made sense when she thought about it a little more. Still, with the sounds of combat and the prana flaring up from where Jack and the terrified looking girl and her Saber had been, Elizabeth felt justified about pulling Jack away now with things going more mental than they had been before.
Frustrating. This first night so far was being frustrating to a certain extent at least.

'Well...if they were going to attack, and it seems the master girl did in my direction, then you did well in attacking them. However, i can sense and hear more enemies joining in on what was started back there, probably sensing the previous battle and coming here, and that could have been very dangerous for you even if Saber and her master had been killed.' the female master communicated to her little servant through their mental link, trying to make a point about things, sounding stern in her words over the communication but also trying to not be too hard on her little Jack for trying to help her as well,'At least, since we do not know who all of our enemies are. While this was a good looking opportunity to attack an enemy, it was not the best situation since others were able to join in. So we have to choose our attacks more carefully, at least to make sure we can get things done before others have a chance to join in on things. I don't know what i would do if i lost you either....'

Sighing aloud to herself afterwards, not liking the thoughts of losing the little servant she had admittedly become attached to in their brief time together, the female master dusted herself off and, using reinforcement again, blitzed back in the direction of the church. It was something she could do right now, at least, to get away from the enemies around here. More so than that, she could try to find a certain someone she had talked with before. A certain monkey man and his strangely no-death-advocating master who had revealed some choice secrets about one or two of the others thus far. They had discussed an alliance of sorts for a brief time, and perhaps now they could continue their...talks in better safety than before.

'For now, let's look for the tall lady and the monkey man we saw before in the church. To be safe, though, make sure you have Presence Concealment active while we do, just to be safe. We'll meet where they are,' Elizabeth communicated to her servant as well as she ran, hoping between the two of them they could find their prospective allies in this conflict. At least, if those two still wanted to be allies. So caution and having a concealed Jack would be ideal in case this woman needed to be..."removed" due to self-defense.

Though really, Elizabeth held no ill will towards the woman and her servant, no actual evil intent, and perhaps those two believed such as well in return to at least some minor extent so as to not attack them on sight. If they were lucky, that is, after what had just happened out there.

@Raineh Daze

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"Fake"!Saber

Or The Episode Where They Go Drifting For Memes

orange = speaking

lightblue = thinking/mental communication with master

Important Note About Hasabe/Wasabi

And Yes, Cu Chulainn/Trap-Master-Astolfo gave me permission to temp-control Hasabe in my next Faber post (meaning this post). If he wants that changed or does not want that any more, then i can change it. :) No worries.

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The female servant crossed her arms, but let a small smirke come to her face as her master hurried about getting ready and such. As hard as she was being at times on him, like a "nagging mother" as she perceived such a thing possibly being called in these modern times, it was all for a very serious reason. This boy, this growing young man who seemed to have such potential as a human being, was involved in what was essentially a bloodbath. A ritual whose nature was that of a "war", carving death into the landscape in various hues and bloodcurdling screams of death if her own knowledge of death was sufficient to paint a picture. Though they were both overall not necessary for the ritual's completion at all, at the same time they were in danger from those who might see them as "interlopers"....or worse, "easy prey" to try to up and kill to further things.

Not that she was ever going to be easy to kill in any regard, but at the same time she was not exactly under the belief that she was the strongest thing summoned either. Compared to a "proper" servant, there were things she lacked. But she could fight, and she could kill. That was what mattered. And if her master wanted to pursue the Grail at some point, she was obligated to help him with that. For now, however, her goal was to keep this idiot alive through this conflict as best as she could. And making sure they were square with the war's Moderator would be a starting point for that.

"If we run into enemies, the paint won't be anything we need to worry about. But still, i will try my best to avoid messing up the pain on your car, Master," the female servant said, pursing her lips as she entered spiritual form once more, vanishing from Hasabe's eyes.

Time to get rolling.

***A Short While Later While Things Go On Elsewhere***

Theme Music Tracks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atuFSv2bLa8 and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvaBaq9yuxY

To say the two had been moving at high speeds was an understatement, despite she herself being in spirit form and sitting on the roof in a relaxed, easygoing manner for the moment being. Roaring down the roads and her master's hopefully "safe" back way to get to the church in good time, the car Hasabe drove was moving at a great pace to get the two to their destination hopefully before enemies took note of them at all. Ah. Weren't maneuvers around corners and turns like this called "drifting" in this day and age? It seemed risky, but rather fun to see as the car zoomed about.

She had managed to pressure her master enough to drive at high speeds, at least, to help set her own mind at ease during this trip. Now if only she could drive a dammed car and maybe she could try some of this for herself, but alas:

Riding: -

She really had no chance of doing so. Still, she could see the church getting nearer and nearer, though a worrying thing came into her senses as well. Prana being released like crazy. That could only mean one thing so close to this spot...servants and fighting. And perhaps it was similar to the bursts of prana she had felt before whilst they were not as close to their destination. Perhaps two fights had broken out among the servants already?

'Master, keep an eye out for anything strange as we approach the church and park on its grounds. I can sense enemies clashing at least twice since we started out to come here, so ensuring we are on neutral ground as swiftly as possible is advised,' the female servant communicated in a stern but serious tone to her master, to try to make sure he understood what the current situation was, though after a moment she seemed to instictevly add another thing, ' And make sure to be polite to whomever the Moderator is once we get inside. We don't want to make a scene or put ourselves in a bad situation by fiddling with our words or angering them somehow.'

Once a nagging mother to her master, always a nagging mother to her master.

Never change, Faber, never change.

@Cu Chulainn