My Caster would not fear Berserker, if only because my Caster is above things like that.
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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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You also have to do it in a way that keeps Gil from GoB spamming you to death out of annoyance/boredom.
If the other Servant agreed. Otherwise they'd just kill you and there's nothing you could do about it.
@Flamelord We both offer deadly yandere who fuck over time
this isn't a coincidence
Look, it'd either be Homura, or Kyouko if she was raised by Kotomine Kirei. And that isn't so much yandere as it is ridiculously evil.
You know what this RP needs. It needs a good yandere.
Well, I have Akira Aoi, but apparently she's more Yangire than anything.
Otherwise...I can offer you Homura Akemi.
As opposed to Ruiko, who gets superpowers when she uses drugs :p
Ahsoka Tano, Eastgate City, Arcadia-2
Ahsoka, glad to no longer having to carry around Shin, joined with the others as they walked off, part of Gojirah's group. Of course, some others went off on their own, but they would be fine. Certainly they had shown that they could handle a bit of trouble, and she wouldn't worry about it. What were the odds that they would get attacked here anyway?
For now things were relatively peaceful, besides Neptune's apparent inability to stop talking. Which would have been annoying if Ahsoka weren't used to that sort of thing. Still, she had to silently repeat some mantras for patience under her breath. It helped, a little.
Fortunately Jolyne provided a distraction, and Ahsoka shook her head as she walked along, examining the area. "I've never been there," she replied matter of factly. Earth was no planet that she had been to or heard of before now, that was for sure. But in this situation, it wasn't that much of a surprise. "What's it like?" She'd been to a lot of places, so she could probably find something to relate to it.
Saten Ruiko
Ruiko watched with growing distrust as the Ethereal tuned away, presenting her with a long red robe and not much else. She didn't know why but it seemed to call to her, like it resonated with her abilities. If the Ethereal was an esper as well, that would explain a lot. And yet, what sort of ability did he have if he was? What Level would he qualify as anyway? IT had to be outrageously strong, that was for sure.
Then she was...somewhere else, hanging in the air and yet definitely standing on solid ground. "Whoa," she protested, looking around as she examined the situation at hand. Below the ground flew past, in a way that threatened to disorient her. This was...very weird. She just wondered if Saber felt the same way.
She blinked in surprise at the question, before answering. "It's an MP3 player. It plays music." That much should have been obvious though, and she knew what it was really talking about. What else would it be? "It's the Level Upper. It uses subliminal programming to alter a persons brain chemistry, allowing it to induce or strengthen Esper powers." Or something like that. Kiyama could explain it better.
Then, as suddenly they were somewhere else, in front of a palace being taken apart by a bunch of people who all looked similar. Fortunately she didn't have to answer though as Saber did, revealing that he knew the guy. So Saten could simply watch and listen, distrust fading once more for sheer curiosity. She was the same beneath it all, after all. but now there was another problem, specifically the giant figure confronting the Ethereal. Which wasn't helped by the other lady teleporting in at the same time.
That was definitely terrifying, and as Saten backed away, she reached for the Level Upper once more. It was pushing it, but if that thing was hostile then it would be the only way to escape or fight back, that much was for sure. She just hoped the Ethereal knew what it was doing.
Ahsoka, glad to no longer having to carry around Shin, joined with the others as they walked off, part of Gojirah's group. Of course, some others went off on their own, but they would be fine. Certainly they had shown that they could handle a bit of trouble, and she wouldn't worry about it. What were the odds that they would get attacked here anyway?
For now things were relatively peaceful, besides Neptune's apparent inability to stop talking. Which would have been annoying if Ahsoka weren't used to that sort of thing. Still, she had to silently repeat some mantras for patience under her breath. It helped, a little.
Fortunately Jolyne provided a distraction, and Ahsoka shook her head as she walked along, examining the area. "I've never been there," she replied matter of factly. Earth was no planet that she had been to or heard of before now, that was for sure. But in this situation, it wasn't that much of a surprise. "What's it like?" She'd been to a lot of places, so she could probably find something to relate to it.
Saten Ruiko
Ruiko watched with growing distrust as the Ethereal tuned away, presenting her with a long red robe and not much else. She didn't know why but it seemed to call to her, like it resonated with her abilities. If the Ethereal was an esper as well, that would explain a lot. And yet, what sort of ability did he have if he was? What Level would he qualify as anyway? IT had to be outrageously strong, that was for sure.
Then she was...somewhere else, hanging in the air and yet definitely standing on solid ground. "Whoa," she protested, looking around as she examined the situation at hand. Below the ground flew past, in a way that threatened to disorient her. This was...very weird. She just wondered if Saber felt the same way.
She blinked in surprise at the question, before answering. "It's an MP3 player. It plays music." That much should have been obvious though, and she knew what it was really talking about. What else would it be? "It's the Level Upper. It uses subliminal programming to alter a persons brain chemistry, allowing it to induce or strengthen Esper powers." Or something like that. Kiyama could explain it better.
Then, as suddenly they were somewhere else, in front of a palace being taken apart by a bunch of people who all looked similar. Fortunately she didn't have to answer though as Saber did, revealing that he knew the guy. So Saten could simply watch and listen, distrust fading once more for sheer curiosity. She was the same beneath it all, after all. but now there was another problem, specifically the giant figure confronting the Ethereal. Which wasn't helped by the other lady teleporting in at the same time.
That was definitely terrifying, and as Saten backed away, she reached for the Level Upper once more. It was pushing it, but if that thing was hostile then it would be the only way to escape or fight back, that much was for sure. She just hoped the Ethereal knew what it was doing.
To be fair to Bay, when he isn't going out to make blockbuster popcorn fics, he's actually pretty good. He just knows what the people want, and how to make money.
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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