Cu Chulainn

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

I realized I was paired with a Nanaya, so...

Clown

Killer Caster

"Ahh, so they're inside... how about you do me a little dance, then? Uahahaha!"

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Name: Mephistopheles, The Foulest Fiend in All the World

Gender: Male... ?

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Man

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Weapon: Scissors

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Personality:

At first, Mephistopheles appears to be a cheerful and easygoing person, stating that he is a pacifist in nature and taking on the attitude of a clown or a jester. It's as if no matter how grim a situation would be, there wouldn't be a hint of seriousness from himself. Of course, his true nature is much more cruel than one would be lead to believe, and not even his own Master is safe from his own cruelty. While he does seem to serve his Master happily and loyally, he will only think of them as a plaything to provide entertainment from, driving his Master to despair if given the chance. In other words, the Master of such a Servant should essentially not trust him. Why would one trust a world-class demon, after all?

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Bio:

The demon of temptation appearing in Goethe's masterpiece, "Faust". He played a bet with God on whether or not he is capable of corrupting Dr. Faust while placing him on the path to evil. And indeed, Mephistopheles almost succeeded in his endeavor, coaxing Faust onto the path of evil. However, before his soul was damned to hell, it was saved by a loved one. What a joyous ending...

... In reality, however, the genius magus Faust had casted a single familiar; an advanced homunculus made with technology several generations ahead of Faust's time. Because of his eccentric sense of principles, however, Faust gifted this homunculus with a strong ego. Naming it 'Mephistopheles', Faust treated him with much affection, but was still betrayed in the end, due to the homunculus's nature. It was said that Dr. Faust died from some sort of explosion during the middle of an alchemy experiment. However...

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Parameters:

Strength: D
Endurance: C
Agility: B
Mana: A
Luck: B

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Class Skills:

Item Construction: B
Allows the creation of devices that carry magical energy, though time is required to gather materials and manufacture these items. As he was an assistant to an alchemist for many years, Mephistopheles is capable of creating any of the alchemist's magical items.

Territory Creation: C+
Allows the creation of a special territory that proves advantageous to oneself as a magus. At this rank, the creation of an extremely efficient 'Laboratory' is possible, though it is smaller in scale compared to a 'Workshop'.

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Personal Skills:

Witchcraft: A
A skill that denotes the user as a practitioner of Witchcraft, a type of negative Magecraft that has roots in both the Eastern and Western world. Mephistopheles specializes in the classical Western Witchcraft, which allows him to do many things such as return double the wounds received by himself to the opponent who inflicted them, throwing one's personal relationships into chaos, giving nightmares using incubi/succubi, etc. Difficult for average magi to resist.

Innocent Monster: B
A skill possessed by Servants whose existence has been distorted by their own monstrous reputation. Incidentally, this skill cannot be removed. Distorted by the Contract Demon ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ due to the image born from his deeds while he was alive, the appearance and abilities of Mephistopheles have completely transformed. In this case, this skill has nothing but benefits such as having his Witchcraft strengthened, possessing Magecraft that reaches the level of a Noble Phantasm, etc. In other words, this Servant takes the form of a first-class demon.

Clown's Laughter: A+
A skill derived from Innocent Monster as a designated demon which allows Mephistopheles to place intense heavy pressure over all of mankind as a species. While Mephistopheles is casting his pressure on an opponent, they would fall into a state like they were abandoned by fortune. So long as there is a possibility of failure in any situation, the target will fail without exception.

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Noble Phantasms

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Tick-Tock Bomb
Dozing Bomb

Type: Anti-Army

Rank: A+

Range: 1-10

Maximum Number Of Targets: 30

A type of Magecraft that embodies the Servant's trickiness and cruelty.

Witchcraft that intentionally lays bugs into one's Magic Circuits and the spiritual bodies of Servants before making them explode by attacking them. Appearing like some sort of mixture between a pocket watch and a bomb, Mephistopheles intentionally lays them on the battlefield as if they would explode on contact. In reality, they are only pretended to be used in such a matter. When its True Name is invoked, however, the bombs are inserted in the insides of the targets' bodies that are within range of the Noble Phantasm. As this occurs, a resistance check against curses is carried out to prevent this effect from happening.

Mephistopheles is capable of placing a total of thirty bombs on the field, with a maximum of five bombs installed in each person. Of course, because these bombs are inserted into the bodies of a target, Mephistopheles is able to finish them off right there, but due to his nature, he would much rather prefer coercing his targets to do as he wishes, making them realize that the bombs are within them and taking advantage of whatever fear would stem from this reaction. Truly a Noble Phantasm fit for a cruel devil!

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

Foreigner's Lowlands
_Earlier

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@floodtalon

"... Huh, that was easier than I thought."

FUJIMURA crossed his arms and laughed, adjusting his glasses. Having finally caught the Dead Apostle, he started to think about what to do with it. His men circled the Dead Apostle, as well, confident that it wouldn't be able to do much in its containment. They weren't far from the truth, either, as the mana from these lands were all drained out. It was something FUJIMURA knew he had to get to the bottom of, but he could save worrying about that for the meeting. For now, though, FUJIMURA dropped the subdued ghoul on the ground, not worrying too much about it. Not like it was on fire or anything; there isn't any mana around to really accomplish that, after all. No, he needed it alive in case its master, this Dead Apostle, managed to escape.

"... Oh, wait! I got it! Alright, boys, like we talked about earlier, if he turned out to be faster than me! Let's go!"

FUJIMURA's men all nodded, before stomping a foot on the ground three times, each stomp occurring at the increment of one second. The stomps didn't seem arbitrary, as with each stomp, the men moved more and more in unison. It seems like they were all trying to synchronize their movements in order to move "as one," while at the same time, motivating each other with some sort of cheer. Once they have reached the closest they could to being synchronized, FUJIMURA stomped a foot to the ground with a fair amount of his might, leaving a notable indenture into the ground.

"Let's go! Three... two... one..."

"Freeze, Monster! Stay where you are!"

Invoking the power of another 'Grand Mob Ritual', FUJIMURA and his men impose their will, once again, this time reaching out to the actual Monster who had onced plague them. Not even a second after, FUJIMURA leaped to the Dead Apostle, a hand pulled back as if to strike him. And indeed, this strike would be true, as a conceptual attack on the level of a grand ritual would be hard to resist for a monster like this. Not without preparation, at least. This Dead Apostle would do nothing but watch as FUJIMURA's palm struck right into its chest...

"You're mine, bloodsucka!"

... The attack, however, was rather weak. Well, in normal human standards, it would be enough to knock the wind out of a breathing person, but for FUJIMURA, whose strength has reached nearest to the height of what a human could accomplish, it was merely just a soft tap to his chest, in comparison. This attack, however, was the least of this Dead Apostle's concern as FUJIMURA jumped back as soon as his palm made impact. Chuckling for a moment before taking off his sunglasses, FUJIMURA looked directly into his opponent's eyes, grinning as if he was in on some joke.

"Now, then... how about you tell me your name, how you became that thing, and why you have it out for me and my boys. That's an order!"

What seemed like an arbitrary command felt like something this Dead Apostle could not ignore. It was an order that he had to follow, as if his whole existence was controlled by FUJIMURA's words. This was not due to another conceptual attack, per say, nor was it the likes of a smaller-scaled 'Grand Mob Ritual'. It was just something that this Dead Apostle was absolutely compelled to do. Of course, this is because FUJIMURA has made this Dead Apostle his own shikigami.

Shikigami are a symbol of power to Onmyouji. As their own version of the Western 'familiar', shikigami are made by the user placing a portion of their life force into a dead or non-living object. While they prove to be, to some degree, more efficient than familiars, they also take a toll on the user as they drain their life-force, so long as they exist. Of course, to FUJIMURA, whose own existence was monstrous compared to a normal human's, he is capable of creating as many as fifty without taking too much of a toll on his own life, and even then, his skill at the art is enough to 'cut the tie', allowing him to safely create and maintain a vast number of shikigami at once without them draining from his own power. Because FUJIMURA is capable of turning anything non-living, including the dead, all he needed to do was to transfer the minimum amount of life force needed in order to turn this Dead Apostle, this walking corpse, into his own Servant. And because FUJIMURA's existence completely towers over this newly made Dead Apostle's, he only needed to place a paltry amount of his life force within this being to successfully bend it to his will. All FUJIMURA needed to do was transfer a small amount of his life force into the Dead Apostle and...

... In other words, FUJIMURA has effectively turned his opponent into his slave.

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Emil Simonov

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Emil began to chuckle as he watched the guards continue to be bad at their jobs, keeping the citizens in check and all. The newcomers all offering their hand at catching this witch added to Emil's amusement, especially because of how varied they seemed to be. Normally, he'd reject signing up for a job with too many people as company, but it seemed he was either too amused or too bored with his current affairs to really care much about it, for now.

"I don't care about a reward, I only do this for the sport. I guess I'll take enough for a good drink, but I'll give the rest of my share to the other stooges who took this job if they don't get in my way... actually, on second thought, mind if I take that ring as part of my share? It might still carry the scent of that witch, even moreso since it's magic...

"As for what I've got, so far, the body smells rotten... which is odd for a corpse this fresh. Either she had a rich last meal, or she was kept at someplace like a small marsh, or even a graveyard. I also smell some sort of liquid on her... it's strong and definitely nothing natural. This witch could have also dabbled in a bit of alchemy."

Before Emil could ponder more on his findings however, the sound of cracking glass broke his train of thought.

"Ah, speak of the devil!"

Looking to the crowd and seeing the clouds of green gas sudden burst forth, Emil's eyes quickly darted around the rooftops, looking for the culprit. As he was doing so, he drew the crossbow slung on his shoulder, loading it and preparing to shoot whoever the hell decided to crash this party.

Ah, well, Emil was starting to get bored, anyway.

Rolls and Actions

HP: 12/13
AC: 16
Ammo: 20 Crossbow Bolts

Emil made his terms of business with the wizard before describing his findings. Whether his negotiation required a persuasion check or not is currently unknown. Once he began to notice the crowd having a party with an unregistered fog machine, however, he brought out and loaded his crossbow, attempting to find who caused the disruption, rolling a 9 on his Perception check to accomplish this feat. Hang in there, Emil.

D&D 5E West Marches

Oh, I'd be interested in this, as well.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

Native District, Miyama ==> ???
_Earlier

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@floodtalon

FUJIMURA was surprised...

What had come to him wasn't an Oni as he had expected, but something else happened to come on by with his command. Indeed, that thing was easily subdued by FUJIMURA, far easier than he'd have hoped, its whole body bound by the shikigami he created, and its mouth stuffed with a reinforced brick. Lugging it on his back, FUJIMURA seemed like he was in a rush as soon as it was subdued, shouting at his boys to follow him. Whatever he was chasing, and whatever this thing was, it must have been something of vital importance and urgency for the Yakuza boss.

As he dashed southward with blinding speed no normal human of this age could feasibly reach, he began to prepare four talismans, all already imbued with his affinity for 'Soil.' What he needed specifically for what is to come was 'Water', but because he did not have that affinity, he needed to improvise. FUJIMURA began to chant as each of the talismans in his hand began to glow with a blue light, invoking the power of a water kami.

"O Suijin..."

Why he needed 'Water' was but a simple reason; the opponent he is about to face had something of a weakness to it. What FUJIMURA carried on his back was a subdued ghoul, and while it was indeed a monster that was causing trouble to the Yakuza, it wasn't the only one doing so. Of course, how would something so simple, so feral as the beast on its back be able to cause such a stir in the Native District? No, it was merely just another puppet, and FUJIMURA was able to trace its strings. FUJIMURA was able to pinpoint this Dead Apostle's exact location.

As soon as he reached it, whether it was at its lair or on the move, FUJIMURA would throw his talismans, ensuring to contain it in a square and creating a river to subdue its movements. Of course, it wasn't a true river in a physical sense, but something of a conceptual one, changing the foundation of the lines connecting to each four corners of the square into that of flowing water. It was a simple spell thought up by FUJIMURA as a means of keeping it contained. Like the superstition states, bloodsuckers are incapable of crossing bodies of flowing water, and Dead Apostles are no exception to this rule. FUJIMURA would have his opponent trapped, preferably in the planes where all the mana seemed to have been sucked dry. Why a spellcaster would do such a thing seemed silly, but as FUJIMURA was one with an enormous amount of od, it was a position purely advantageous to himself.

FUJIMURA would subdue this Dead Apostle before it could cause any more trouble. Before anyone, and especially the Holy Church, found out.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Full FUJIMURA sheet is out! Posting it here for ease of reference and updating the CHAR tab with the sheet

Interlude V: The Coolest Hero

'Mobster'

"Be cool or be schooled!"

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Name: FUJIMURA, Kickass Komainu of Concentrated Cool

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Cool_(Man)

Alignment: True Cool_{Neutral Good}

Weapon: Bokken, Fists

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Personality:
The fire in his heart has ignited, the anguish within his soul has been resolved. No longer the 'Gin Yoshiyaki' that joined this war thinking he could protect Fuyuki with his own hands, FUJIMURA fights with all his might to ensure Fuyuki's future! Fighting alongside others instead of stubbornly standing on his own, FUJIMURA is now completely confident in the strength of his allies and his own newfound respect for his magecraft. On his quest to become the coolest hero, FUJIMURA seeks to accomplish all that is awesome in order to make his vision of a bright Fuyuki into a reality. Yakuza, assemble!

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Bio:
<sub>I wanna be the most coolest,
Like no one ever was.
To save them all is my real test,
To lead them is my cause,

I will travel across Japan,
Flexing far and wide.
Teach Yakuza to understand
The power that's inside!

Yakuza, (gotta lead em all) its you and me
I know its my destiny
Yakuza, oh, you're my best friend
In a city we must defend

Yakuza, (gotta lead them all) a heart so true
Our coolness will pull us through
Stand by me and I'll lead you
(Ya-ku-za) Gotta lead 'em all!</sub>

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Parameters:

Strength: D
Endurance: E
Agility: C
Mana: B
Luck: A++

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Class Skills:

"Classes? Nani the fuck?! It's pronounced 'glasses'!"

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Personal Skills:

Crystallized Coolness: EX
A magic implement taking the form of glasses, and a classification of self-admonition skill that displays its effects by having the user maintain the attitude of ‘the coolest hero’.

It results in the improvement of the wearer’s “nature as an existence”, and consequently such things as his presence and strength of recreated mysteries, but he ends up weakening upon taking conduct that violates this ideal.

In FUJIMURA’s case, that means he "gets weakened when doing something lame" and that "some sort of gauge rises when doing things that he finds cool".

The sublimation of the path that FUJIMURA has taken.

Houjutsu: C++
The Japanese arts which descend from Feng Shui, covering such things as talisman creation, Shikigami exertion, divination, and spiritual banishing.

While no genius in the art, FUJIMURA has formed two primarily specializations, signified by the double modifier.

First, he has unknowingly tapped into the theories of the east’s witchcraft and integrated them into his practice of Houjutsu. It can thus be said that he excels at creating talismans which use his own existence as a cornerstone.

Second, he has unknowingly leveraged his monstrous force of providence, allowing for creation of shikigami at an efficiency, and thus theoretical quantity, which should ordinarily be impossible.

Charisma of a Yakuza Boss: B+
FUJIMURA is not an icon or a hero who stands above humanity, but a hero who stands beside humanity. Mired in their flaws and embracing them, rather than placing himself above them.

Those who stand beside FUJIMURA find themselves elevated by his presence, becoming "ideal yakuza". This both means that abilities inherent to the meaning of yakuza are either acquired or amplified, and that said individuals are brought up to a state where they can be considered peers to FUJIMURA, as he is not a lone star so much as one among many.

...as an aside, if the willpower of multiple “ideal yakuza” is focused upon a single target, it should be possible for the communication of their will to reach the domain of a conceptual attack. One might refer to this as a “Grand Mob Ritual”.

The plus modifier is the result of synergy with the Personal Skill “Crystallized Coolness”, which implicitly recreates replicas of FUJIMURA’s unique magic implement on those who work alongside him, granting them similar capabilities as accorded by FUJIMURA’s own Skill.

This is not limited to wholly extrinsic beings.

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Noble Phantasm

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Irezumi Gaeshi
Great God Hotei Inversion

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: C

Not a Noble Phantasm in the true sense, but rather something that resembles an “equivalent”, a crystallized mystery that does not stem from human history or legend but rather was solidified during one’s apotheosis. Thus, one could consider it an “Artificial Noble Phantasm”.

A channel engraved into the body (spirit) through the process of Irezumi. Put simply, the channel in question is one that uses a synthesis of FUJIMURA's own nature and the concept of a 'cool reversal', a last-second turnabout.

Pulling from the concept of the Taiji, the channel is in truth composed of two channels that function synergistically. The first is one that accumulates "fortune" from the user and the surroundings and converts it into "misfortune", which may either be stored or output, while the second does the inverse. Naturally, use of each channel is determined through the possessor's will.

While these could be called similar in nature to Magic Circuits, in truth it is more akin to an imprinted Psychic ability.

FUJIMURA is capable of engraving these channels into other existences, forming something akin to a collective consciousness along the lines of the channel. The theory behind this is not unlike how Psychics are emanations of the human collective unconsciousness, and thus the possessors of these channels are emanations of FUJIMURA’s principles.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA
_{&
The
Fujimura Ten Braves}

Native District, Miyama

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@floodtalon

The Ten Braves dashed across the street, spreading throughout the Native District and bringing Yakuza justice to the Mafioso who dare slaughter the civilians while making sure the innocents remain safe. They all moved in such an inhuman way that it was all trivial to them, and the chaos dying down at their arrival definitely helped that. Their arrival specifically was, in lack of putting it any other way, a stomp; their coolness was high enough to surpass any welcoming gunfire they would meet, and now it has gone to the point where they can literally just punch any bullets coming for them. Such feats were only possible for them due to their belief in their boss as well as their own inner coolness. Of course, all of them already being close to 'ideal Yakuza' only expedited this ascension to kickassery.

In other words, these ten men, who have all been close to FUJIMURA and his beliefs, are able to receive some of the strongest benefits from FUJIMURA's very presence.

Standing atop one of the tallest structures to see in the Native District was FUJIMURA, surrounded by a swarm of around 40 shikigami, all appearing as swans made of paper, covering the Yakuza Boss at all angles. Should any opportunistic fool with a gun attempt to snipe him at his currently high position, they would find their bullets stopped in their tracks, rammed by one of these origami birds, all of which moved at a speed close to that of a Servant's. Upon further inspection, it would reveal that each of these folded swans were all wearing glasses of similar make to FUJIMURA's own, except small enough to appear as if they were actually 'wearing' them. Because FUJIMURA's charisma is able to extend not only to other humans, but also to beings such as his shikigami, they, too, are granted the same increase in power that FUJIMURA's men all enjoy. And because these shikigami were all made with a portion of FUJIMURA's lifefore, they all receive possibly the greatest benefit from FUJIMURA's existence. It wouldn't too far to say that each individual shikigami are able to fight on par with FUJIMURA, himself, though they aren't quite as strong as their maker, specifically.

Taking off his signature coat and wrapping its sleeves around his waist, FUJIMURA stretched a bit before getting to work. Aside from his absurdly toned physique, enhanced greatly by his literally awesome power, his own irezumi would possibly catch the eye of any onlookers, as well. One side was painted with all dark colors, with calamities and malevolent figures such as oni tattooed on his right side. On his left, in opposition, were all brighter colors, all showcasing a rebuilt Fuyuki with a Komainu watching over it, guarding against the darkness.

"Alright, let's begin..."

Drawing three talismans from his pocket, FUJIMURA raised them up in the air with his left hand, pointing his right, palm open, to the turbulent streets below, beginning to channel the 'pain and suffering' accumulated from the Native District. As all those grudges gathered within FUJIMURA, the irezumi on his right side began to glow with a black light, a visual representation of the misfortune that he is channeling within. The irezumi on his left side, however, all began to glow white, channeling much of the bad luck accumulated from the riot and turning it into good luck; the true power of FUJIMURA's peculiar tattoos, which allow him to channel 'misfortune' into 'fortune', and vice versa. Afterward, FUJIMURA began to distribute all the fortune he has converted into each of his talismans, infusing them all with good luck...

"I hope you're ready, boys!"

And so, FUJIMURA threw all three of his talismans into the air, each of them already infused with both his affinity to 'Fire' as well as his own innate coolness. As soon as they were high enough into the sky, FUJIMURA shouted the magic words, resulting in them all bursting in a magnificent flash. Each explosion took the shape of the display of pyrotechnics that one would see at a festival, fireworks all infused with good fortune meant to fill the hearts of everyone who sees it with hope; hope for a bright tomorrow, and hope that Fuyuki will shine brilliantly again....

To FUJIMURA and his Ten Braves, however, this was a signal. Not a moment after, they all began to shout in unison, their collective voices all spreading throughout the Native District:

"The Fujimura syndicate has a challenge to the monster who has been slaughtering our men! Come up to our boss and tell 'im your name, then give 'im the strongest punch you've ever thrown with your bare hands!"

Once the challenge was issued, FUJIMURA crossed his arms, grinning as he awaited his opponent to come. Indeed, whoever this 'monster' who dared issue a challenge to the Yakuza, they were compelled to follow this challenge, in return, the words of the Fujimura Ten Braves all cutting into this monster's psyche, inciting it to accept their challenge. This is the power of the Grand Mob Ritual, a conceptual attack made by several 'Ideal Yakuza' against a single target...

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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FUJIMURA

'DDD' Hot Springs, Miyama Town

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@Seirei no Hai@SSW@Phonic

"... On second thought, I don't really care. I can always ask during the meeting, after all. I gotta run. Savin' a city and all that. Tell Benita I might be a bit late, and that I'll get her... cake. Kids like cake, right?" Placing his hands in his pockets, FUJIMURA turned back to the hot springs, calling for his boys and for Gatekeeper to head on out. Turning back to Enzo, the Yakuza boss continued walking, whistling a tune and patting him on the back on his way out. When his men all followed them out, they were all astonished at their boss's handiwork.

"Damn, boss, you broke their guns by yourself? Man, I wish I could do that..."

As each of FUJIMURA's men came pouring out, they all complimented their boss in some way or another, much to his benefit. It's as if FUJIMURA was growing taller with every step he takes. In turn, the Yakuza following FUJIMURA had all welled with personal pride, feeling extremely cool marching alongside someone like their boss. To Enzo, however, as he saw the gangster's bespectacled men, he would be able to notice that their presences, while very much dwarfed by FUJIMURA's, seem to be incredible for what seem to be normal humans. Their own inner belief in their coolness, as well, seems to be making them stronger.

As soon as they were out of earshot from the Mafia gathered at the hotsprings, FUJIMURA hollered out to his men, telling them all to 'stay cool.' Indeed, it was an intrinsic effect on the glasses both FUJIMURA and his men were wearing; the more cool they believed themselves to be, the stronger they become.

"Alright, boys! Believe in yourselves! Believe that you're the coolest ass-kickers in this town! The cooler you think you are... no, the cooler you know you are, the stronger you become! If we start getting shot at, don't start runnin' away! Believe that you're faster than those bullets, and dodge the hell out of 'em! Believe that you're stronger than those bullets, and punch the shit out of 'em! And if you feel some weird ass voodoo magic, raise those talismans up in the air and tell it all to fuck off!

"Remember, we all have different names, but together, we are the Fujimuras! We are the Yakuza! Nobody messes with us!"

FUJIMURA's men all shouted cheers as they marched onward. Their belief in themselves, and in each other, grew enormously, as they all motivated each other to be at their best. They had to be at their best for what comes next. They were on a mission, after all. One that was delayed far too long.

"Let's save our city."

'DDD' Hotsprings ==> Native District

@floodtalon@Sageage

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Oh, you're gonna enjoy ripping into this.

ITS ALL OGRE

Crimson Gatekeeper

"I'll take care of this, my liege. Just stand behind me..."

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Name: Musashibo Benkei (True), Ogre Child

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: Age of Man

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapon: Sword, Axe, Rake, Sickle, Mallet, Saw, Staff, Spear

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Personality:

Benkei has chosen to be summoned some time during his youth because he misses having his long, flowing hair, though he still puts an effort to dress like an ogre in order to properly intimidate his foes. A boisterous man who makes most of his decisions on an impulse and enjoys testing his upper limits, Benkei is a man who loves a good meal, a good drink, and most importantly, a good fight. To whoever is his Master, however, Benkei displays his supreme loyalty, believing fully that it is his duty entrusted by the Grail to achieve his Master's wish. Despite his rowdy nature, Benkei shows the full extent of his loyalty and dedication to his allies, and especially his Master. Benkei's wish, this time around, is to find a weapon fitting for him to call his 'eight implement.'

"I see that many other Heroic Spirits shoot lasers out of their weapons. It is my wish to master a weapon that I can do the same thing with!"

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Bio:
...Musashino Benkei is a story. Valorous and faithful, the strongest great man. After fighting to the bitter end together with Minamoto no Yoshitsune in many battles, he at last fell bravely at the very end - surely the idealized image of a hero. ...Musashino Benkei is a hero. By swinging his halberd, ordinary soldiers have their bodies blown off at once; by roaring, a starving wolf is put to run. It is by no accident that he was rumored to be the child of an oni. ...Musashino Benkei is an inestimable existence.

"Did anyone else hear someone narrating about me?
...
"Huh, weird."

The most famous warrior monk of Japanese history, who accomplished great deeds together with Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Reaching modern times, he is loved by a wide variety of stories such as kabuki and joururi. There is also many traditions transmitted to the present, such as Benkei's daunting pose and Benkei's weak-point.

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Parameters:

Strength: A
Endurance: A+
Agility: D
Mana: C
Luck: C

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Class Skills:

Fortress Creation: X
A skill similar to the Territory Creation skill of a Caster that allows one to build a special terrain advantageous to the user. Unlike Territory Creation, which creates a territory that would prove favorable to a magus, Fortress Creation allows the construction of territory superior to one in battle. However, because of Benkei's Demonic Vanguard of the Bridge skill, this skill has been sealed.

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Personal Skills:

Attendant of Iron: A
A skill born of Benkei's dedication to his liege, Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Through the very contract with his Master, Benkei is able to improve on their physical attributes, allowing them to at least defend themselves against other Servants when Benkei isn't around. Should his Master be in close proximity to Benkei, however, their physical capabilities are granted a much more significant boost, allowing his Master to fight alongside him. This skill stems from the six birthmarks he possessed, marking him to serve the gods, and its benefits are transferred through the karmic link between Benkei and his Master.

Battle Continuation: A
A skill that allows for the continuation of combat after sustaining mortal wounds. It will also reduce mortality rate from injury. This Skill represents the ability to survive and/or the mentality of one who doesn't know when to give up, consisting of one's strength of vitality in predicaments. Benkei, who was considered a monster on the battlefield, had fought against hundreds of trained soldiers during his last stand. It took a rain of arrows to stop him, and even then, Benkei still died standing, his enemies still believing he was alive in fear of approaching him. As long as he doesn't receive an absolute fatal blow, Benkei is capable of fighting even with deadly injuries.

Demonic Vanguard of the Bridge: B+
The unique skill of Benkei encompassing his entire legend under the Gatekeeper class. A warrior who had defended against countless opponents, slaying hundreds of warriors at once, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Benkei a 'walking fortress'. Should Benkei stand his ground, whether it is defending a certain location or choosing a point in the battlefield favorable to him, he shall receive a boost in power likened to a one-man army. Benefits of this skill are lost should Benkei lose his ground, such as if he is forced to make a fighting retreat. Benkei was an insurmountable beast of a man whose own corpse held back an entire army out of fear for checking if he was dead or not. This skill is displayed at its fullest when outnumbered. Plus modifiers are granted when this is used on ‘bridges.’

Monstrous Strength: X (B)
The skill denoting one's nature as a monster or demonic beast. Temporarily grants a rank-up to one's Strength parameter for a time limit determined by the ranking of this Skill. Due to sporting multiple anecdotes of being a 'demon child' sporting wild hair and long teeth, as well as his numerous superhuman feats, Benkei would naturally have this skill at a high rank, though the more he uses his skill, the more his monstrous traits become more apparent. However, Benkei doesn't bother using this skill. Whether it is because of the nature of his Master or because Benkei desires a 'proper challenge' is unknown.

Seven Implements: -
The seven tools that Benkei carries on his person and a testament to his mastery of arms, Benkei is a monster of a man who has defeated nearly a thousand warriors and collected their weapons before his defeat in the hands of his lord, Ushiwakamaru. Utilizing this skill, Benkei is able to wield any weapon with reasonable proficiency, and the seven weapons he carries on his person, along with his own sword, are wielded with mastery just a step behind those who have dedicated themselves to such weapons. Through the use of these weapons, Benkei is capable of confounding his enemies by switching between each of his strange weapons, resulting in his attacks being harder to read by those sporting such talents. Additionally, due to his mastery of different arms, Benkei can also read his opponent's attacks to an extent.

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Noble Phantasms

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Ogre of Gojo Bridge
Confrontation of a Thousand Blades

Type: Anti-Unit

Rank: B+

Range: 1~10

Maximum Number Of Targets: 1

The recreation of Benkei's legend before meeting Yoshitsune, building a Buddhist shrine near Gojo Bridge and challenging all samurai who had wished to cross the bridge to a duel, wishing to collect 1000 swords. It was after he had collected 999 blades where his winning streak was finally brought to an end by the young Yoshitsune. Upon invocation of this Noble Phantasm, a duel field is created encompassing both Benkei and his opponent; the 999 swords that Benkei had taken sprout from the ground, serving as walls, and allowing no interference from the outside, or escape from either parties. Within this duel field, all outside interference is prevented, and both Benkei and his opponent must rely on their own skill and strength in order to obtain victory. Victory is obtained either from death or Benkei’s surrender, though Benkei can also end it at any time, himself, should he believe his opponent has been “defeated” properly.

Normally, Benkei's opponent must accept the challenge before he can truly invoke this Noble Phantasm, but he is also able to invoke it freely should Benkei choose to activate it as a means of 'defending a point or a person,' a symbol of his endearing loyalty. As an Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm, those who Benkei doesn't challenge but are within the range of the field are 'pushed out' before the wall of swords appear. Because it is a recreation of the conditions of Gojo Bridge, this Noble Phantasm synergizes well with Benkei's Demonic Vanguard of the Bridge skill. It should also be noted that the wall of swords aren’t actually swords, but a visual representation of the absolute barrier between the two duelists and the outside world. Normally, cherry blossoms also appear to flow within the duel field as constructs of magical energy meant only to add to the atmosphere, but Benkei suppresses this portion of this Noble Phantasm because he realized it adds to the mana cost of invoking it.

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Last Stand of Benkei
Even In Death, My Conviction Stands Firm

Type: Fortress, Anti-Fall

Rank: A+

Range: 0

Maximum Number Of Targets: 1

Benkei's greatest feat, his standing death at the hands of Minamoto no Yoritomo's soldiers, defending his master, Yoshitsune, from an entire army long enough for her to commit seppuku. Upon invocation, Benkei strikes a pose, his legs rooting in place while they draw in mana from the ground beneath him. For a few seconds, Benkei truly becomes an immovable object, his designation changing to that of a Fortress Noble Phantasm, while drawing all damage from attacks made in his direction to himself. His defensive power increases to insane levels during this time, and he is able to shrug off Anti-Unit and even Anti-Army attacks to a degree. Only attacks at the level of Anti-Fortress or above will be able to harm him at this state.

Because of its ridiculous mana cost, Benkei would prefer to not use this ability at all, unless it would lead to 'something cool.' Plus, due to its effects, Benkei's legs feel uncomfortably stiff after the use of this Noble Phantasm. It should also be stated that this Noble Phantasm will prevent Benkei from falling, no matter how mighty of an attack he faces. Because of this, should Benkei receive enough damage to kill him, his corpse will still remain standing as it dematerializes. A crystalization of Benkei's fate to 'die standing.'

D&D Fifth Edition: Land of the Old Curse

Emil Simonov

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"Ah, hells, what kind of execution is this?! If I wanted some damn amateur theatrics, I would have just gone to the theater!" Among the crowd's many hecklers was a wild-looking man with a feral glint in his eyes. Aside from the fact that he was armed and armored, he also wore some sort of oversized wolf's mane like a mantle, a trophy of his past exploits. This man, who began to boo at the execution, appeared to be some sort of hunter to any onlooker. To those perceptive enough, however, those who would notice many small things such as the small vial of silvery liquid he wore as a pendant or the many scars on the palm of his one bare hand, they would be able to piece together that this man was a Krusczek, a monster made to hunt other monsters.

When this Krusczek had began to see others gathering at the corpse, however, he seemed visually displeased.

"Shit..." Cursing under his breath, he drew his sword, grasping the blade with his uncovered hand and letting it cut into his palm. As his blood covered his curved blade, it started to ignite like a torch, the blood serving as tinder for the cursed fire burning from his blade. Raising the flaming scimitar like it was some sort of badge of office, the Krusczek began to maneuver through the crowd, keeping it raised and hollering at the manic townsfolk to move out of his way, using his blade as a deterrent for anyone to get in his way; nobody sane would want to fight a Krusczek head on, after all.

"Get away from the corpse, you fools," the man with the flaming sword called out as he neared the gallows, putting the flame on his blade out as his path became clearer, "if you get your different smells on her, I won't be able to get a good idea of this witch's scent!" As if he knew just what he was talking about, he started to sniff at the corpse, trying to get some sort of scent he can build off of, but also trying to find anything else notable about the girl that could lead him to this Whiteheath Witch. Afterward, he turned over to Lilith, his stoic expression not showing whether he was pleased with his findings or not.

"The name's Emil, by the way, and your guards are bad at their jobs. I'll find that witch for the Reave, it sounds like a good hunt. Never hunted one this cunning before, but there's a start for everything, isn't there?"

Rolls and Actions

HP: 12/13
AC: 16
Ammo: 20 Crossbow Bolts

On his way to the body, Emil used his Crimson Rite in order to invoke a Rite of the Flame on his Scimitar, taking 1 point of damage. Using his now flaming scimitar in order to get the town's citizens to move out of his way, Emil ended his Crimson Rite as soon as he found his way to the gallows. Using a Survival check, he began to look for anything he could use to track down the Whiteheath Witch, trusting in his sense of smell more than anything and rolling a 12.