Flamelord

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

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Caster's tech is about as strong, if not slightly stronger, than a thrown Gae Bulg, and that penetrated Rho Aias, in the UBW series.

@KabenSaal

Yeah. And that was a copy made by EMIYA, who can only make imperfect copies (also, it didn't penetrate the last layer) Against the real Rho Ais, or it's prototype Phantasm, Gae Bolg wouldn't have come close.

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Your guarantee is flawed.

@KabenSaal

Prototype Rho Ais says otherwise.

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GoB would not have anything to stop what my Caster can throw out on a good day.

@KabenSaal

Gate of Babylon has the prototype of every Noble Phantasm made by human hands. I guarantee you that he has something which can no-sell your servants attacks.

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Just had a thought. My Caster has a technique that could be aimed at the castle in the sky, and turn it into little more than floating rubble, regardless of it's size. (My caster is a monster)

@KabenSaal

Gil no sells your attack with precognition and a defense from Gate of Babylon. Get rekt.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

Servant

With the conclusion of the ritual, the summoning circle lit in a blaze of light, a white flash growing to encompass the present room. A clarion call was sent across time and space, aimed at the Throne of Heroes and those who resided there, to draw in a Spirit to fight in that most noble of battles, the Holy Grail War. And, as Mai had hoped, something answered.

A woman would emerge then, materializing from the aether and the realm of spirits. She was tall, clas in a long black dress that went down almost to her ankles, accentuated by a blue top, a green bow, and black gloves that covered her hands and lower arms, revealing almost a minimum of skin. As for herself, she was pale, an unearthly white that seemed as though it should belong to no human. Her hair was relatively short, except for three long braids which fell past her shoulders, and sported green intertwining with normal brown.

She appeared in the circle in what almost seemed like a position of dance, a hand on her hip, an arm pulled across her chest, and her right foot positioned in front of her left on black heels. She was calm, almost taciturn, as the ritual came to a close, with the spirit fully manifested.

The Servant looked around the room then before focusing on the one being present, a woman on the floor in a skirt and button down shirt. Still, she did not frown or scowl, instead looking down at the girl before it. "Well then, you are the one who is to be my master?" There was a tone of disbelief in that, for it was real. This pitiful human could hardly compare to her previous master. But if she had to fight, as the knowledge imparted by the Grail said that she must, then she would.

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Master

Alistair winced for a moment at the harsh shriek that emanated from the circle, and he took a step back at the quite visual display that took place before him. This was...this was beyond unexpected, and certainly not what he would have assumed would happen with a normal summoning. Yet he had no basis for that, and had to assume that he was doing something right. It would not have happened otherwise.

The woman seemed to rest on a larger hand, with blood red eyes, a veil on black hair, with a dress and spider lilies in her hair to go with it. Then she leaned forward and spoke to him, with what she had to say as the rite of all Servants. Yet he couldn't stop his mind, some primal fear or long forgotten history from his Russian heritage, to scream of 'danger', to warn of this servant and what would come of her.

But Alistair had no choice. There were no do overs, and so he would have to accept what he had.

So he nodded, taking a step forward as he banished his fear. This had to be done, one way or another. "I am," he confirmed, taking off his glove and presenting her with the glowing red lines of the Command Seals that had been emblazoned on his wrist, indicating his status."

Her tone was ignored for now as he went on. "May I ask whom it is that I have the honor of addressing?" Without a catalyst, there was no way to know for certain. As it stood, either actual name or class name would do. What he needed was information, to begin planning and preparing, and he would have it.

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Ahsoka Tano, Eastgate City, Arcadia-2

Ahsoka broke into a smile at the reaction of the cat to being levitated by the Force. That was the first time she had ever seen someone enjoy that, at least in the sense that Shin did. Well, she could handle it, even if she couldn't deal with his complaints for food, due to lacking food of her own.

Soon enough though, they arrived at the city. Confidence returned at that as Ahsoka returned to a more familiar environment, with people walking and talking, cars whizzing in the air, like many a city she had been to in the past. This was definitely a step up from everything that she had been through before.

"I can approve of this," she admitted as she joined the rest of them in observing the city, noting various things. It was definitely good. She took a map then, while considering the idea of the ATM. She did have a lot of credits, so being able to access them would be nice, as far as she was concerned.

"Be careful," she advised as she joined Gojirah-san's group. "We don't want to get into trouble.

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Saten Ruiko

Saten panted as she came down from the onslaught of attacks, staggering slightly even as he watched the Ethereal practically blast away the top of the Berserker, eyes widening at the same time. Holy hell, how did that even work?!? What sort of ability did he have, to let him do that sort of thing? It was beyond what she could do at the moment, that was for sure.

She had thought her challenge was over, grinning at the words of praise, before that changed to determination at the sight of the thing going for her. A quick spring back, and a limp blast of air, but it wasn't enough to stop her from being grabbed at the same time. 'Hey, let me go!" Her cries rang in the air as she was carried over, hardly thrilled with being manhandled like that.

At least she wasn't the only one, Saber getting the same treatment by the Ethereal. And at least the guy was conscious again, though she didn't regret what she did for a second.

"Well, the way you put it makes it sound like I don't have a choice," she grumbled, folding her arms. Maybe she had misheard, but it definitely sounded as though he was saying that if she didn't go with him, he would bring down stronger things that would finish her off. And given that she liked living, she would go along with it, even if she was far from happy about it.

She paused then, before introducing herself. "Saten Ruiko." That sad, she thumbed off the Level Upper now that it was no logner needed. Well, that had been....interesting, for lack of a better term.

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Ba'al and Teal'c, Caracas, Venezuela

THe guards, as well as Ba'al, watched in astonishment as Biollante simply turned into plant spores and floated away, indicating how it was that she had managed to get past their defenses in the first place. With the threat gone the guards stood down, the sound of staff weapons deactivating near omnipresent.

With a wave from Ba'al, they would get back to their business, preparing and doing the world that had been delegated to them. In spite of this, things would continue on as normal.

Well, for the grunts at least. Ba'al was less pleased, and that was obvious as Teal'c moved to follow him. But then again, he was a god, and so it was his right to do so. "Speed up the transition," he ordered calmly. "If that...being, was right, then we will need a Ha'tak in the immediate future. I would prefer to have one sooner rather than later."

"Yes Lord Ba'al," Teal'c agreed with a nod. "It will be done." It would not be easy work, but they could manage. A God demanded it, after all. With that said he went off to go communicate the orders, so divine will could be done.

Meanwhile, Ba'al mused to himself as he strode about his base. This was going to be interesting.

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And there we go. Let the summoning begin.

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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.

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Well then, this is ironic. Also makes it a bit awkward when we have to fight each other. Oh well.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Flamelord Yes

But they've asked for help before ;D

@Savato

Sure. In desperate situations. And Ba'al isn't exactly desperate right now.