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>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Alistair grumbled to himself as he walked amidst the streets of London, wearing a glove to hide the red mark branded upon his hand. Cyrses hung on his breath, vitriolic, in Russian, and aimed at the golden figure in the sky who claimed dominion of this war, and of the entire planet itself, as if a dead spirit could do so

"This is nonsense," he muttered to himself, darkly. As a mage, he would have liked more time to prepare, to plan, to procure a catalyst to ensure that he got someone who would be able to win the war. But that wasn't what he got. He didn't even have the time, to make sure that the ceremony was performed when his magical power was at it's peak. Instead it would be a mad gamble, a summoning based on affinity and a prayer that he would get someone who could do what needed to be done.

He held on to a wrapped bottle, what anyone would assume to be some sort of drink. But rather, it was the blood that would be needed for the summoning. Given what he had to go on, he needed to be creative with this, and creative he would be. If this was how the War would be conducted, then so be it. For the honor of his family and for Russia, he would do his best.

At last he came to a rest, standing in a cobblestone alleyway in Old London, near where the Globe Theater had been rebuilt. There was history here, and hopefully that history would provide him with someone powerful, whether it be a British person, or someone related to Shakespeare's plays. One could hope either way.

He crouched, uncorking the bottle and letting the liquid flow as he created a summoning circle on the uneven cobblestone. With it done he discarded the bottle and stepped back, observing his work. Normally a catalyst would go in the middle of it, but he didn;t have time for that. He would have to do his best.

That said, he closed his eyes, letting a drop of blood from his own hand fall into the circle, as he began.

"Fill, fill, fill, fill. Unto the fifth, then fall asunder.

Let my body be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation

Cold and iron, ice and blood to serve as a call. To fight as one until the death, to earn one's place and to deserve the name of a hero. Shut the cardinal gates, come out from the waiting crown, and let spin the three branched road to the Kingdom beyond it.

Thus solemnly I declare. As you serve under me, so shall my fate be with your weapon. And so, I call upon you to submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail, and to come forth for me now.

Born in tundra, born in the cradle of life itself, until the War is win and the reward with.

So as I call, come to me, Heroic Spirit!"


A flash, and the summoning circle sprang to life, while he waited with bated breath. Time to see how he had fared in the lottery then.
Well then, this is ironic. Also makes it a bit awkward when we have to fight each other. Oh well.
@Flamelord Yes

But they've asked for help before ;D


Sure. In desperate situations. And Ba'al isn't exactly desperate right now.
Oh yeah, did I mention that the Goa'uld were egotistical? :V
Man, whomever gets my Servant is going to be in for an...interesting time.
Ahsoka Tano, Arcadia-2

Walking along, Ahsoka had about a moment's notice thanks to the Force before the two newcomers presented themselves, one of whom was a sort of animal, and the other much less so. She halted for the moment, folding her arms as she watched. Of course, there was the other distraction from Neptune, but that was a small thing.

"Hello Light, Shin," she said to them calmly. "My name is Ahsoka Tano." Well then, introductions were pretty easy, though she held out the hope that she wouldn't have to do many more in the immediate future. The fact that people kept showing up was not the most thrilling news.

At the cat's request, she lifted an eyebrow before acting. "I can do it," she said, before gently lifting Shin with the Force. It was almost like the old days, and soon enough she resumed walking. If Shin didn't like it though, well, enough struggling would break him free. Or rather, she'd let him go at that point.



Ruiko Saten

Ruiko grinned in success, before that transformed in to a wince as the Berserker's arm exploded, covering her in blood. That was...disgusting, weird, and while she didn't know the cause she knew for certain that it didn't feel good, and it grossed her out. Something like this was beyond her experience, even in the final days leading up to the assault of Kiyama's laboratory. Even the third one fell, leaving only one left for her to face, and she was pretty confident about her chances.

Then something seemed to...change. She wasn't entirely sure what, but the Berserker adapted, changing it's stance to cope with what she was doing at the moment. That was worrying, yet she grit her teeth and went on. She couldn't afford to lose, not when she had come so far.

It only took a few seconds of running to realize that the thing was prepared for it now, and while she wondered what had caused this, she was more focused on how to win. Getting ranged hadn't worked, so it seemed like it was time to get in close. She came down from her last jump in a crouch, sneakers skidding against the sidewalk.Then as it approached, she acted once more, with a strategy prepared.

Before it could hit her, she dropped to the ground and kicked upwards. A jet of air emanated from her foot, shooting a powerful blast of air upwards that would serve to break it's guard as she spun back to her feet. From there she would deliver a punch, a practical shockwave of air emanating from her fist as she utilized her powers in a more close ranged capacity. Her remaining projectiles would all be launched like a shotgun at once, before she went for the coup de grace, A double handed blast of air to it the thing as hard as she could. It would burn through her energy, but it would be worth it.



Ba'al and Teal'c, Caracas, Venezuela

Ba'al watched with a curious eye as Biollante rebutted him, presenting a video of the destruction of the man who had said that he was the God Emperor, at the hands of an alliance of people. It reminded him a little of the Tau'ri, but it was far too disparate to measure up to that. And while he might be daunted a little, he could not be fully brought to a halt by this news.

"Ah yes, him," Ba'al said ambivalently. "I saw his broadcast, but I did not take heed of his words. I am merely surprised that he fell so quickly. Nonetheless, I have been in many life or death situations before, and always triumphed. Isn't that right Teal'c?"

"Yes Lord Ba'al," Teal'c replied calmly, keeping his weapon trained on Biollante, like the good soldier that he was.

Still, though, Ba'al stepped forward and took the communicator. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to keep your options open though. Being married to my wife has made that very clear to me. Wouldn't you agree, Teal'c?"

Much the same as last time, Teal'c was calm as he answered. "Lord Qetesh is is very impressive. I would not enjoy being on her bad side."

With communicator in hand, Ba'al examined it as he stpeped back. "Will that be all?"

Well then, seems things are getting interesting.

Don't worry, i promise to not break out the planet crackers or gigaton yield nuclear bombs just yet.


Well yeah. I'm not saying it would be a low threshold for resistance, but it would be possible to resist it if you had a strong enough stat or a particular ability suited to counter that sort of thing. (Which is, of course, why the one time I've ever seen Lelouch in something like this, he was Avenger class)


Name: Saten Ruiko
Age: 13
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Personality: A normally outgoing and friendly person, who is superstitious and has a knack for getting involved in things that aren't usually her problem. She is good at reading the atmosphere and a bit shameless. While those traits have remained, extended usage of the Level Upper program has had some effect on her, making her jealous of the power that she has gained, and determined to keep it at all cost. But in spite of this, she is still a good person at heart.
Bio:


Abilities:
MP3 Player - A device for playing music, which contains the Level Upper program. This program can stimulate brainwaves in such a way so as to allow for the rapid development of Esper abilities.

Aero Hand - An Esper ability that allows one to ceate ejection points for air on an object with a touch. This can be used to propel objects through the air, or to simply create blasts of air when an object cannot be moved. There tends to be a delay depending on the user, and the strength is also dependent on a users level.

Saten can only use this ability while under the influence of the Level Upper program, but while so she tends to display abilities around that of a Level 3
Universe of Origin: Toara Kagaku no Railgun AU (Certain Scientific Railgun)
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