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Barbie: a provocative piece that shows the disparity in gender roles in today's society using the representation and marketing schemes of children's toys as a medium. Oppenheimer: bomb bad ☢️ 👎
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Saber of Decimation
Latin District
???, Arènes de Lutèce


@GreenGoat@Indra@Seirei no Hai

"Very well, Master..."

Given the command to engage in any matter he saw fit, Saber quickly moved forward as he began to explore more of the Latin District. The architecture of this place was something he admired, reminding him of an age that had long since passed. At one point, he paraded streets like these as king while the citizens, his royal subjects, sung praises for his many victories. At the same time, it reminded the once great king of how hollow those victories were, and how he, filled with those bittersweet memories, only marched alone during the times of his twilight years.

Such was the life of a great hero.

A sudden emitting of great magical energy had broken Saber out of his nostalgic ruminations. Quickly rushing to the location, he found himself in the middle of a rather empty amphitheater. It was quite strange, seeing as it was empty and all. Saber's eyes searched the arena, looking for whatever the cause of alarm was, until his eyes settle upon a small cottage. As the Servant made his way to the entrance, the sound of fighting had increased. Of course, it was also clear to Saber that another Servant happened to be on the other side of the door, with something else, something familiar in close vicinity...

Making his sudden entrance, Saber quickly started to discern what was going on. There were three figures before him: the one who was obviously a Servant was making some sort of attempt to calm one of the two mortals down, namely the one that was wrapped by some sort of snake, likely a construct or familiar of the Servant. Judging by this particular Servant's words and mannerisms, it was likely that Saber had stumbled upon a Caster or Rider Servant of that variety. Unfortunate, but at least it further narrows down who his opponent may be. In any case, between the Servant attempting to pacify a third-rate magus with a Phantasmal Beast and the bruised young woman who appeared to be the Master standing in the sidelines, it was starting to be clear to Saber that his first opponent doesn't happen to be the strongest.

"Garbage..."

As he spoke up, Saber materialized almost instantly, a hideous blade in his hands. It looked more like a giant cleaver than a sword, fit for someone clearly larger than a normal man. With a single jerk of his arms, he quickly decapitated the man wrapped in the snake's grasp. Shifting giant's blade, Nagelring, in his hand and pointing it towards Moses, Saber slowly moved himself into a battle stance, anticipating the Caster's first attack in cold silence. A smoldering fury built up within the Demon Prince's very being, a sort of anger that stems from annoyance. It was the same feeling that one would feel after slapping a mosquito that happened to land on one's arm, or finding out someone had left the toilet seat down. Saber had hoped that his opponent was much stronger than his first impression had let out, or if that snake of his was much more impressive than it seemed to be... but he can't help but be annoyed at the spectacle he stumbled into.

I found an enemy Servant along with his Master. Likely a Hebrew Caster, but we shouldn't rule out that he could also be a Rider. Either way, they're both weak. I'm at the Arènes de Lutèce. Shall I crush them now, or would you rather I wait for your arrival?
Odin Ivarsson


After a series of bad life choices and missed attacks, Odin's knife finally found purchase. His dagger sunk deep into the bandit's shoulder joint, dealing a fair amount of damage. Beaten, bloodied, but not broken just yet, Odin braces for another attack, saying a quick prayer to Erastil.

Odin Ivarsson


After a series of bad life choices and missed attacks, Odin's knife finally found purchase. His dagger sunk deep into the bandit's shoulder joint, dealing a fair amount of damage. Beaten, bloodied, but not broken just yet, Odin braces for another attack, saying a quick prayer to Erastil.




CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOS
Foreign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground


@Crusader Lord

A hooded man stood solemnly in the dimly lit tunnel under a bustling city. The soft hum of machinery filled the otherwise silent tunnel, which was occasionally broken by the distant passing subway. The only source of light in the room was the twitching lights on the sides of the tunnel's walls, dimming slowly as the life slowly died out from the antiquated bulbs. It was a dark place, meticulously scouted out by one so brave as to walk through the many tunnels of the Paris Metro by foot, a place that could not easily be stumbled upon by the average man. It was a place suitable to serve as a workshop for a magus...

... if one were to call this hooded man a magus, that is.

Isidore pulled out a metallic canister from the gym bag slung across his shoulder. Kneeling down, he pushed a button on the side of the canister, causing a glowing sky blue liquid to be produced, a compound consisting of Mercury, Actinium, and [ELEMENT UNKNOWN]. As Isidore poured the compound on the ground, he made sure to trace it meticulously, shaping it into a ritual circle. The process was slow and careful, with Isidore making sure that the circle was shaped correctly while using as little of the compound produced from the canister as possible. It would be troublesome if he ran out of fuel before the war came to a conclusion, after all.

Once that was complete, Isidore placed the canister back in his bag before producing another object, a pair of ancient leather armbands with black blotches on them, stains of blood. They belonged to his ancestor, the first Gavros to enter the Atlas Temple in a bygone age. The bands were soaked with the sweat of the first Gavros, who sought to perfect the ancient art of Pankration. Using these armbands as a catalyst, Isidore's intentions were to draw upon another master of the martial arts his family practiced. Not only did Isidore wish to compare the work of the Gavros to one who had also practiced the art in ancient times, but he had also wished to summon a shining example of humanity in order to perhaps emulate. Of course, this meant he had a specific Servant in mind. Placing the armbands in the center of the circle before stepping back, Isidore pulled his hood down, pointing an outstretched metallic palm towards the circle.

"Heed my words. My will creates your body..."



Saber of Decimation
The Core
Making His Way Downtown


@GreenGoat

Saber marched silently by his Master's side, in spiritual form. Of course, he could always materialize, but a construction worker walking with a maid and an armored knight may raise some questions. Either way, being seen did not matter to Saber, at least in this sort of situation. It's better that his Master had little attention to herself, anyway. It would be troublesome if she was one of the first magi outed, after all.

As he surveyed the streets of the city while Tenryuu conversed with Chii, Saber began to muse a bit about his current situation. The one who had summoned and made a contract with him was very strange for a magus, expecting someone more lordly to bring him about. At the same time, Saber was also a bit pleased by the outcome, his Master's direct, headstrong attitude aligning with his own. The maid, on the other hand, was a bit of a curiosity. Sporting the personality of a snarky woman with a colorful vocabulary, Saber would sometimes wonder if the maid was the "true" Master, and not the stubborn young woman who had brought him to this world once again.

... and for some reason, the maid seemed awfully familiar. Whatever the case may be it probably doesn't matter, now.

"I don't see anything strange so far. If we do find someone, how should I engage?" Saber asked, curious about his Master's plans. It was the first night of the Holy Grail War, and they have only little knowledge of who they may be facing. Tonight would best be used to gather as much knowledge they can on their enemies, lest they risk swift defeat. "If we're going to fight, we should aim for small skirmishes, at least so we can learn about who we're up against. If this is truly a battle of heroes, then those we face shouldn't be weak enough to be killed on the first night." Indeed, Saber wished that he would find a worthy opponent tonight, one that he could even call his rival. If this war was truly one fought by the brightest stars of humanity, then crushing them all underneath his boot will definitely earn Saber a victory he could be proud of.
I'm not sorry for the FC.

EDIT: Added affinity and origin


Odin Ivarsson


Seeing the bandit climb up the latter to meet him, Odin gritted his teeth as he knocked another arrow. Because of the uneven footing, however, Odin once again messed up his shot, the arrow zipping right next to the bandit's shoulder. Grumbling to himself in annoyance, Odin made made his way to center himself on the roof more, in case the bandit had the idea of trying to kick him off. While doing so, he drew his hunting knife, eyeing the bandit carefully for any sudden movements. At the very least, he has Ana to thank for weakening him. All Odin had to do was finish the job...

monsters are lame

My Servant should be up, soon~
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