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Servant
The Servant's head tilted slightly at the confirmation of the call, with red lines displayed in the glowing brand of Command Seals to emphasize the point. That earned more of a smirk, amusement and mirth rolled into one and left to fester. Well then, this would be interesting, wouldn't it?
"My true name doesn't matter to someone such as yourself, girl. But for my class, I am a Caster." Amusing, that. Her own Master would be a far better Caster than she could ever be. But without her here, well, there was no one to take the job from her. She would do her best to present a good showing for her.
That said, she shifted slightly on her feet as Mai went about cleaning up the mess that she had left on the floor. It was another dance pose, seemingly something of a theme with her, even as she neglected to show the characteristics of humans at the same time. There was no nodding, no blinking, no rapid subconscious movements. It was all firm, precise, exactly as to show.
"My gratitude, but I must refuse. I have no problem with standing for long periods of time. And who knows what sorts of unpleasant things have been left on that seat anyway?" Given the location she was in, she had her doubts about general cleanliness as a whole. And really, it didn't matter in the end. She would do her job, with or without her master to assist her in doing it. By impressions, she would definitely be shouldering the burden of this war.
Before she could go on though, she felt, and saw, the swirling magic engulfing them, before a bright light deposited them somewhere else. Her eyes narrowed as she moved in turn, though she didn't attack. A quick look confirmed how many Servants there were here, and now that smirk morphed into more of an anticipatory grin. Oh ho, this was going to be interesting, wasn't it? She was sure to get a challenge from someone in here.
But her attention turned to the man dressed in gold armor, as she listened to the affair at hand. So this was the one to orchestrate this war? Interesting. "Thank you, King of Kings," she said with a curtsy, as one might expect of someone of elegance and grace. "I will do my best to not disappoint." And to fulfill her masters wish in her stead. With the Grail, she could do that. And then all would be complete.
Master
Alistair listened calmly as his Servant went about answering his question, revealing that she was of the Caster class. That was going to be interesting, and they would definitely have to be about setting up on a ley line sooner rather than later, to secure their position for the war ahead. At least before the others had a chance to do so.
He watched as she sat back, resolving to look later. Surprisingly, he was not an expert of Irish history, but if she was who she claimed to be, then it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out. And if she was, then he had gotten lucky after all. Age determined power after all, and an Irish hero from that long ago....that could only work in his favor. If he could control his Servant anyway.
At last she dismounted the hand, leading him to stand with his arms folded across his chest as she examined him. Meanwhile, he shook his head before providing an answer. "No. I will manage it." It was a pretty easy hint after all, and if he didn't know from that, no more hint would figure it out.
There was no more time to comment on that though as he suddenly found himself, with his Servant, engulfed in golden light When it faded, he found himself amidst another group of people, with the King clad in gold standing before them. It did not take much effort to deduce that these were the other members of the Grail War, and while the number of servants would have been odd, the whole nature of this War was odd. So he wouldn't complain.
He frowned then, hardly enthused by Gilgamesh's attitude. It might just be his Russian heritage, but he didn't exactly approve of monarchs, much less tyrants. But he couldn't anger him, not now. That would be too much of a risk. "Thank you," he relied calmly, doing his best to hide his feelings on the matter. Earning ire at this point would not be wise. So for now he would sit down, to begin the feast.
The Servant's head tilted slightly at the confirmation of the call, with red lines displayed in the glowing brand of Command Seals to emphasize the point. That earned more of a smirk, amusement and mirth rolled into one and left to fester. Well then, this would be interesting, wouldn't it?
"My true name doesn't matter to someone such as yourself, girl. But for my class, I am a Caster." Amusing, that. Her own Master would be a far better Caster than she could ever be. But without her here, well, there was no one to take the job from her. She would do her best to present a good showing for her.
That said, she shifted slightly on her feet as Mai went about cleaning up the mess that she had left on the floor. It was another dance pose, seemingly something of a theme with her, even as she neglected to show the characteristics of humans at the same time. There was no nodding, no blinking, no rapid subconscious movements. It was all firm, precise, exactly as to show.
"My gratitude, but I must refuse. I have no problem with standing for long periods of time. And who knows what sorts of unpleasant things have been left on that seat anyway?" Given the location she was in, she had her doubts about general cleanliness as a whole. And really, it didn't matter in the end. She would do her job, with or without her master to assist her in doing it. By impressions, she would definitely be shouldering the burden of this war.
Before she could go on though, she felt, and saw, the swirling magic engulfing them, before a bright light deposited them somewhere else. Her eyes narrowed as she moved in turn, though she didn't attack. A quick look confirmed how many Servants there were here, and now that smirk morphed into more of an anticipatory grin. Oh ho, this was going to be interesting, wasn't it? She was sure to get a challenge from someone in here.
But her attention turned to the man dressed in gold armor, as she listened to the affair at hand. So this was the one to orchestrate this war? Interesting. "Thank you, King of Kings," she said with a curtsy, as one might expect of someone of elegance and grace. "I will do my best to not disappoint." And to fulfill her masters wish in her stead. With the Grail, she could do that. And then all would be complete.
Master
Alistair listened calmly as his Servant went about answering his question, revealing that she was of the Caster class. That was going to be interesting, and they would definitely have to be about setting up on a ley line sooner rather than later, to secure their position for the war ahead. At least before the others had a chance to do so.
He watched as she sat back, resolving to look later. Surprisingly, he was not an expert of Irish history, but if she was who she claimed to be, then it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out. And if she was, then he had gotten lucky after all. Age determined power after all, and an Irish hero from that long ago....that could only work in his favor. If he could control his Servant anyway.
At last she dismounted the hand, leading him to stand with his arms folded across his chest as she examined him. Meanwhile, he shook his head before providing an answer. "No. I will manage it." It was a pretty easy hint after all, and if he didn't know from that, no more hint would figure it out.
There was no more time to comment on that though as he suddenly found himself, with his Servant, engulfed in golden light When it faded, he found himself amidst another group of people, with the King clad in gold standing before them. It did not take much effort to deduce that these were the other members of the Grail War, and while the number of servants would have been odd, the whole nature of this War was odd. So he wouldn't complain.
He frowned then, hardly enthused by Gilgamesh's attitude. It might just be his Russian heritage, but he didn't exactly approve of monarchs, much less tyrants. But he couldn't anger him, not now. That would be too much of a risk. "Thank you," he relied calmly, doing his best to hide his feelings on the matter. Earning ire at this point would not be wise. So for now he would sit down, to begin the feast.
Arisphadrel, you're making me feel inferior here with all these fancy posts.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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)
Gil no sells your attack with precognition and a defense from Gate of Babylon. Get rekt.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And there we go. Let the summoning begin.
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