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Telamon Ajax


-Master's Apartment, Across from Graveyard, Tokyo-





"Old friend, please, will you not help me?


That man had the gall to beg him for help back then, to plead desperately for his aid, when he himself had gotten lost and tossed far from home by the whims of the gods. Especially after he and the others had disgraced him, a goddess making it so with her tricks, and had tossed aside all the help he had provided them like it was nothing.

He had guarded them all! Protected them! He had slain many lords and soldiers, guarded their ships and their dead, and yet...the only rewards he received were shame and death and madness. His end never came on the field of battle, but by his own hands, as the only one to ever able to lay a scratch on him was himself in the end. It wasn't what that one hero who had prayed for his parents might have wanted, but he could only feel a kinship of sorts for that man in the end.

"...Why do you turn away from me now, Ajax? Is your skull that thick, your head that stubborn over an old grudge wrought of pride?

We were allies, once, brothers in arms who lifted up our arms for our brethren. And i am here, seeking the wisdom of the dead that i may return home."


Bah. What did this man know of pride? His cunning had been helpful during the war, but the man hadn't done anything on the front lines until Achilles had fallen. Then the man's wily patron of a goddess had warped the minds of the others, made them think Odysseus deserved the famed Achaean's armor...when the opposite had been true.

He had been their bulwark, their shield, and their guard when all seemed lost. He had blocked the unblockable Duridanna, slain men from a great ways away by tossing spears and rocks, and more than "that" man had ever done for them out there! What had been tossed aside that day was not a mere prize...it was the very pride and might that had sustained their warriors out there.

Let the fool pay for his foolishness, and how fitting it was for the rival of that wily goddess to enact revenge upon him! Such hubris and attitude as his had been could not be left unpunished by the gods, after all...

...but no, for now there was a voice calling out for him. He could feel the call to battle surging into his mighty limbs and frame once more, and almost smell again that ocean breeze that has once wafted in during the war against Troy.

It was time. This time, there would be no regrets.




A great plume of smoke and light erupted from Cleo's summoning circle, though as the light began to fade she would not find her servant...well, standing at all comfortably at least. The giant of man's head touched the top of the ceiling with great and frightening ease, one of only many generic servant spear weapons he could conjure up in his hands for use being held in the right hand, and...a giant of a hoplite shield with the infamous seven layers of ox hide covering it that was being held in his left hand. His body was covered in dark armor to boot, and a light rage almost seemed to subtly glint in those blue eyes of his...framed and standing out vividly as they did among the strands of his messy blonde hair. This massive wall of armored muscle, also known as the servant Cleo has summoned, then looked down at her without tilting his head. Not that he could have if he wanted to, without pushing against the ceiling.

"...Well, you chose a hell of a spot to summon me, a Shielder, of all people in," the giant Greek said, letting out a notable sigh before moving too sit down on the floor with crossed legs. His weight hit the floor and cause the apartment room itself to very noticeably shake a bit, with the servant himself not seeming to care one bit about it before speaking once more as he set his weapons to his sides, "So, you are the little mage who has designed to summon me to win the Holy Grail? Not any of those other tricky or cheating bastards?"

Ajax let out a booming laugh into the room, which itself could virtually be felt by any living thing with Cleo's apartment proper. But before the master might get out a word finally Shielder cut in once more with his gruff and booming voice. Not that proper speaking conventions were anything he cared about right now either.

"I like that, so i'll cut you a deal:

As long as you don't screw me over and piss me off, by doing something like denying me my wish on the Grail itself or trying to make me kill myself or something, then i'll protect you with my life and claim the Grail for the two of us. But if you cross me, well, there will be no gods in this world or any other who can keep you away from me. I am not going to be tricky, or cut corners here.

Are we clear on things then....Master?"


Aias' two blue eyes looked back into the eyes of his master, like piercing arrows from a brute of a soldier who had decided to get to business and cut out the red tape. He was a warrior, not some politician or scheming cheater like Odysseus. Was one reason he'd liked Diomedes so much, save in part that he also liked that the man for not having been in on the decision for who got Achilles' armor. How would this squishy mage respond, however, to what he had just told them?

That would decide what came next.

@King Cosmos
Link





This place...it...it was-



-...RIPE FOR THE TREASURE HUNTING!!!

Initially Link had been a tad creeped out by the presence of so many hiding places for things, from chest to cabinets and the like that lied down dark and twisting hallways of unknown nature. The dark and vile feel of it all had been more than reminiscent of Hyrule Castle itself when he'd journeyed into its Calamity Ganon-corrupted depths. Sounds from unknown places chattering about in the shadows, as if enemies were circling around, and the dank and musty atmosphere were utterly nostalgic of his former adventure (albeit this was not the best nostalgia) in these regards to a "T". Link had as such kept his sword and shield firmly in hand, ready for the battle ahead as a vile evil lied beyond.

But no evil could scare him away from the treasure hunt, no matter how macabre! His keen senses kept him aware of his surroundings, but even so he felt the compulsion so strong to find what goodies might lie hidden here.

Since he'd seen the first piece of pottery, Link had begun a looting spree unlike any other as Suzuka had walked ahead of him. Quickly entering rooms, tossing open chests and cabinets and drawers, rolling into pottery like his very genetics compelled him to do with a rousing "HYAH!". Every but of money, or jewelry, or other piece of interesting faire he would find along the way he'd quickly stash away in the deep inventory of his Shiekah Slate for keeping...and hopefully for eventual sale, use, or whatever else made sense for it all. And he did all of this quickly, to make sure he kept up with Suzuka along the way as they walked.

The demon girl would hear a sudden "HYAH!!!" as she looked back, only to find Link not standing in the hallway behind her. The clattering of pottery would follow, along with the creaking of highly aged wood, and after a second the form of Link would quickly appear in her line of vision once more.

"I...have been doing some looking myself," Link said as he was poking his dusty blond head head out of the nearby rotting doorway, before coughing a little into one of his hands as he breathed in some of the dust he had kicked up in his haste. The Hylian then stepped out into the hallways proper once more, dusting the rest of himself off very casually as he walked over to Suzuka with a calm air about him. Albeit, his trademark sword and shield had been been put up in the meantime, "If there is anything good here, it might lie deep in the depths of this place or on the body of some monster. At least, if my experience with this sort of thing back home holds true in this world."

@King Cosmos Well, it seems we got paired. XD

SUMMON ME FORTH, TO KICKETH ALL THE BUTTS!!! \o/
Eh!? I thought i had said i would make one before. Who gotthe master slot?

I suppose it doesnt matter at this point tho, lol. At least i got Shielder apped and approved. XD
@Idol Theory will be working on my master later today, is right now for me just barely after midnight at least, but I would be potentially interested in being the master for Caster as well! :O

Could be a cool theme to build a master theme around, since everyone else already seems to have something pretty cool going on for their masters! :-)
@Parallel Hearts I'm on break at the moment at work, but I did go back and make the according edits to Ajax! Hope the new version of the first skill and such is acceptable! :-)

Also yes, I will be making a master as well. :D
@Parallel Hearts Here is my app for Shielder! Took a lot of hours to get together! XD

Also sent you a DM real quick.



Note: The Fourth personal skill is mostly character fluff tied to the same event Hector got the skill from, just used to flesh Ajax out a little more. :D
@Parallel Hearts

Yo! Just got off of work earlier than the usual shift. Which is at least a treat. XD

But i have been looking over Absalom, and i did want to say one something about this in general. Not wanting to sound like i hate Absalom, he's p cool actually, but just to get this potential thing addressed is all this is. Course it is the GM's call in the end, but just wanted to note this to bring up my own immediate worry at least. ^^;

- Spare Absalom, the son of David, My servant EX: All in the kingdom of heaven, man, and demon know there is one man who cannot be harmed. Who when they move to strike, are commanded to by God himself to turn their weapon away. That man is Absalom. This is a skill that acts as the highest form of mental interference. The very words of god. When an enemy servant, master, or anybody prepares to attack Absalom, knowingly or not, the very word of god is sent down upon them. A command not to attack. It is only possible to attack Absalom after he has directly attacked another servant. Telling others to attack does not count as a direct attack. Even then, only the person he has directly engaged with is allowed to attack him.


This skill feels a tad OP with all of its wording and effects, and the rank feels like it kinda makes it stronger than most mental interference protection skills are gonna be at for servants usually. And part of it sounds like a paradox, where someone like a master can tell a servant to attack him but all Absalom has to do is stand there and the servant can't do anything to him because the servant is still making a "direct attack".

Or like, i suppose it seems anyone can't unless he attacks a servant...which isn't the normal standard for Assassins i think?

Umm...hope saying this was ok, and hope you all are having a great night! :)
@Parallel Hearts What would be my class skills for Shielder, btw?
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