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Archer regarded his master with the exact same expression of slightly detached amusement, eyes flicking over the general area of the Command Seals with a slight spark of distaste as they appeared on the woman's arm.

"You will be pleased to know I am fully capable of fighting this war without any support from you as a necessity, though of course it is my preference to keep you safe."

He declined to mention that he would be able to carry on for some time after her death. There was no need to spook the woman with the idea that she might die during the oncoming conflict and with any luck he would be able to prevent that from happening. As far as everything else regarding the war well...he would do his duty and play his role, no more no less. What she wanted in terms of her participation was no business of his.

"So...how to determine an appropriate first step to winning this war? I may need to do some scouting in terms of the area..."

Fate/esoteric facsimile

Luckily things have resolved

Tverios: The Conquest

So as of the current moment I'm no longer taking part in this due to some personal problems that've come up involving my health. Maybe I'll be able to fix things later but for now sorry.

War of the Multiverse

So as of the current moment I'm no longer taking part in this due to some personal problems that've come up involving my health. Maybe I'll be able to fix things later but for now sorry.

Tverios: The Conquest

I'm trying to figure out a post but other than complaining about/preparing for/already having prepared as a contingency in terms of the VASTLY reduced invasion timetable I'm not sure what to have Wolong DO.

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As the words were spoken in accordance with the ritual the summoning circle began to glow with blinding intensity, brighter and brighter until for an instant it seemed that the searing corona of the sun itself had accidentally been brought forth into the small abandoned house. Then it was washed out in a sudden flood of cool mist that scattered the light into firefly-like sparkles and where once there was only empty space a figure now stood.

As the mist cleared it revealed a figure with long hair that flowed like a small waterfall of black ink, a harsh, sharp-angled face with keenly observant but dispassionate eyes and rich silk robes and bracers and a choker of solid gold. The most eye-catching thing about the Servant occupying the center of the circle wasn't any of these things. That particular honor belonged to his weaponry, a quiver full of overlarge arrows with jade heads whose fletching must have come from some unnaturally enormous bird and a bow of bright red and gold coloration.

He regarded the girl outside the circle with something between amusement and annoyance, but without any further delays he spoke up:

"So, let's get this over and done with haste, girl. Are you my Master or what?"

War of the Multiverse

August paused to consider things for a moment in terms of payment methods. Raw gold was probably most thematically appropriate, but he hadn't taken the time to sieve the gold from the coins he'd had on his person since he'd arrived on world and he supposed coins made of gold would do just as well. So with that in mind he reached into a pocket of his duster and drew out a coinpurse, fishing around for a moment. As he did he drew out several golden rectangular coins and deposited them on the bar. "You'll take these right? I should probably convert to whatever the standard is for traveling situations but I honestly haven't had time and-"

At that moment, August spotted a particular carrot-nosed/drill nosed snowman like creature sitting somewhat drunkenly nearby. His eyes lit up almost literally as he eyed the snowman-dog-bug...thing? with pure amusement in every aspect of his expression. He supposed that if all sorts of worlds existed then its' world of origin must exist too, but if Plue was in Cowboy World, that certainly opened up some interesting possibilities for the future. Thinking quickly, August reached into another duster pocket and pulled out a couple of lollipops and offered them to the creature. "So snowman...dog...bug...thing...where'd your master get to?"

Regardless of the result of his attempt to make friends with Plue, August drained his sarsaparilla and looked around the bar for further potential adventure as well as Plue's current master. Two girls that seemed to be in the middle of introducing themselves seemed like a good place to start, if nothing else because one of them was dressed sort of like they hadn't been in the desert for long and the other had a very nice coat.

"Do either of you know anyone who might've lost a drill-nosed dog-snowman-thing? Also where can I get a coat like that? Mine's nice but I'm not sure how well it'll do in other places..."

War of the Multiverse

August burst in through the Saloon doors as dramatically as possible, duster flaring and spurs clinking slightly as he did so. It was a classic moment in a lot of Westerns, and the boy had been dying to imitate it ever since he had first set foot on 'Cowboy World' as he insisted on calling it. He had been equally insistent on purchasing some local clothing including the duster, a stetson, the long-rifle case that concealed his Space Sword and the rest of his 'world appropriate' outfit as soon as he arrived. Not only would it hopefully make him less conspicuous but it also allowed him to indulge his passion for Western films just that much more. Sure, he looked a little out of place still with his metal cane in hand and it was a major pain to actually walk in spurs but it was worth it for the little rush of acting out scenes he'd enjoyed in his more boredom-filled days.

For that reason he sidled up to the bar while gazing around at the rest of the occupants, drawing rigid durability from the metal of his cane in order to avoid limping and seal away the discomfort of the spurs to a distant corner of his mind before locking eyes with the bartender. He knew exactly what to order in this sort of situation, in fact he'd been rehearsing it over in his mind before coming here to make sure.

"Gimme a Sarsaparilla and uh, clean the glass off first."

No sense drinking dirt and who knew what else along with it, after all.

Augustus, don't we have things to do aside from your games?

Relax 'Rari', I've barely figured out what we're supposed to be doing here anyway, so we might as well relax a bit while we wait for trouble to find us.

Honestly, August's spiritual tutor may have been a bodyguard where he was from, but the man was still a little too tightly wound in his protege's opinion. Nevertheless the young man kept all of his senses alert for any sudden changes around him even while sipping his carbonated drink. It would be embarrassing if he came all this way just to die in an assassination or worse yet from some errant bullet or blade in a barroom fight.

War of the Multiverse (Interest Check/Signup)

August Lim

Name: August Lim
• Age: 16

• Gender: Male

• Appearance: August has short, spiky black hair, brown slightly almond-shaped eyes and olive-toned skin. He's rather short at only around five feet tall minus shoes and both his legs, his feet and his chest are covered in faded surgical scars. His hands have become calloused from martial arts training and sword practice, and while his clothing tends to vary as soon as he can change it to match the current world, he's almost always carrying the Space Sword and a silver and black metal walking cane.

• Method of Travel: Use of the Space Sword sharpened to the point that it can cut temporary holes in the fabric of the Multiverse.

• Powers:

Metalcrafting ala The Codex Alera via a Shard of Araris Valerian, granting August a sort of spiritual connection with metal. This power has two main manifestations. The more obvious half of the powerset allows him to sense and have limited control over metal, feeling the metal around him almost as if it was an extension of himself in addition to the ability to manipulate the durability, sharpness and other physical properties of metal. August can even reshape and physically manipulate metal through this spiritual link to a limited degree.

The less obvious half of Metalcrafting is more internal in nature. As long as August has some physical contact with metal, he can summon up inhuman reserves of willpower and endurance, going for days without any need for rest or food, completely ignoring pain or weakness as long as his body can still function. This indomitable willpower also allows him to focus his thoughts with razor sharp analytical clarity and shield his mind from psychic attacks and manipulations. Combined with the experiences of the man within August's Shard, August is capable of being a swordsman and warrior of impossible abilities though he's not without weaknesses. Using his superhuman endurance at a very low level also allows him to walk and run normally despite his disabilities.

As far as equipment, August primarily uses his metal cane as a less lethal substitute for a sword as his control over and spiritual fusion with metal enables him to make it durable and fast enough to serve as a formidable weapon while still retaining its' utilitarian nature. Sokka's former Space Sword is primarily used for multiversal travel, though he will use the sword for combat if a situation becomes dangerous enough. The Space Sword once belonged to Sokka and August was only able to find it among the ruins and regrowth of the Wudang Forest by sensing its' unique metallic properties. While it's already supernaturally sharp and durable, with August's will focused through it the Space Sword becomes sharp enough to cut through the very fabrics of the multiverse and enable him to travel where he wills.

• Personality: After a life of relative seclusion and feeling trapped both by circumstance and the flaws of his own body, August is thrilled to be able to adventure across the multiverse to all different sorts of worlds. He's even more thrilled that the worlds he's exploring are the very works of fiction that he used to keep himself sane and occupied for so many years. The fact that he can occasionally try and do some real good for those in need as he does so is just icing on the cake for him. That said, he dislikes violence and killing for the most part though his training both at his family's insistence before he became a multiversal traveler and afterwards by Araris means he is more than capable in a fight. That said, a lifetime of relative weakness and his own nature have left him more inclined towards finding peaceful or less brute force solutions. Overall, August is more concerned with just exploring the multiverse and adventuring in a life of his own than anything, but if people are in trouble he's more than willing to step up to help them.

• Starting World: Avatar

• Backstory: Up until recently, August's life was fairly placid with the exception of martial arts training to try and strengthen his body. All of that changed when he tripped during a walk and coincidentally fell through an opening portal. Though he was briefly knocked out for a time, when he awakened he had already absorbed a shard and found himself in the middle of a battlefield where elemental forces were being hurled left and right. Rather than terror and panic that he supposed most other people would feel in that sort of situation he found himself exhilarated, especially when the instructor housed within his Shard showed him how to use his new abilities to cover for his own issues. From then on out he decided to explore the world while helping out those in need and during his travels he eventually was able to find Sokka's Space Sword through a combination of his knowledge of that world and his metal-sensing abilities. Purely by accident he discovered that if he sharpened the already supernaturally keen sword to its' utmost peak of sharpness it became capable of carving temporary pathways between worlds. Ever since then he's been wandering the multiverse, both to explore and to try and help others where needed.

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My Master, Mamoru Hayashi

Name: Mamoru Hayashi

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance: a rare moment outside the wheelchair

Personality: Mamoru has always believed that with enough training, dedication and preparation any obstacle can be overcome. Despite being instructed by his family to do anything it takes to win and attempting to put on a ruthless facade, Mamoru secretly dreams of being a Hero of Justice and protecting the weak since he is often viewed as weak himself. As such, while he is prepared to use underhanded tactics where necessary he would prefer to ally with other Masters rather than fight them. So in short while he tries to come off as a cool and cynical tactician, he's secretly kind, optimistic and somewhat childish.

Abilities: Mamoru's elemental affinities are Water and Earth. Despite his young age, he's been training as hard as he possibly can in Magecraft to use it as a tool for overcoming his disabilities. As such he's been able to develop some interesting techniques, specializing in manipulating and imbuing items with Prana.

Factory of Artificial Manservants-Galatea Genesis Mamoru's primary ability which allows him to create small familiar-like constructs he's dubbed "golems". Mamoru can see and hear what they do and they function off of a shared hivemind but because they are somewhat ditzy on their own, he mostly uses them for spying and general help around the house. The golems' real value is in their ability to form together into a single much larger, stronger, faster and more intelligent golem. Due to the hivemind coming from a ghost, when the golems are in their fused together form they are capable of taking on a human appearance and personality.

Defend Motion Enhance-Mamoru's most notable asset is his Mystic Code, Defend Motion Enhance. While ordinarily taking the form of his wheelchair, when Mamoru sends a signal of prana through the chair it forms a shield around him and automatically reinforces itself to become much faster and more durable, turning into something akin to a small, highly mobile tank, minus the artillery of course.

Background: Mamoru is the second son of the Hayashi family of mages. Despite both his disability and already being put out of the running for inheritor of the family's Magic Crest, Mamoru has always been determined to prove himself worthy to his family. So, when the opportunity of the Grail War came up, he practically begged to be allowed to participate until his family complied, already concerned about the potential ramifications if someone of an evil nature were to acquire the grail.