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9 yrs ago
>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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9 yrs ago
>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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"The Church deals with a lot of individuals who prove themselves troublesome. I have some ideas, but will need to see further evidence before I can make any judgments," Isotta replied as the car pulled away from the curb, headed towards the school. She could have taken some guesses, but she didn't feel the need to give them mistaken expectations in what was to come.

Fortunately the ride was short, and once they had arrived she got out of the backseat, looking around at their destination. "Alright." She was confident in the wards placed on her by the Church to keep her safe, but even if that wasn't her main concern she still wouldn't allow Sheridan to walk behind her. It was only proper for her to be that cautious, given who she was working with.

Looking around, she was quick to spot the details of what was going on, and a short search also found the culprit as well, busy at work and apparently ignorant of their presence. For now, anyway. "She's a demon," Isotta explained with her arms folded across her chest, keeping her distance for now. "One that enjoys causing havoc and chaos. Be careful; appearances are deceiving with her."
It had been a long day for Etsuko. Swept out of her home with nary a minute to comfort her terrified sister, stuck in armored vehicles with a bunch of kids who seemed terrified out of their wits by what had just happened, taken to a facility whose exterior looked like that of Babel, lined up and put through several examinations, stripped of her belongings, taken to get some rest, shuttled off to a very visible demonstration, and then returned to get more sleep afterwards. It had been quite the day, with a hodgepodge of characters, some feel, some awe, and quite a bit of uncertainty.

Honestly though, she was fine with it. She had wanted to join the military, to avenge her father and to fight for the survival of humanity against the Moonmen. If being here meant that she could do what had been done in that demonstration, then so much the better. Her father would have been proud to see where she was now, and what she would become.

If there was only one regret that she had, it was her sister. With what the Director had said, she could barely imagine how that would impact her sister, the devastation and anguish that Miyako would feel if she found out that something had happened to her, and that they were separated forever. She understood the necessity, but that didn't make it any easier for her, and it wouldn't make it easier for her sister, who couldn't know the truth.

Sitting on her bed, a smile graced her lips as she imagined Miyako's face, the good memories that they had together sweeping through her mind as she relaxed in her standard issue uniform, which she wore with a comfort that some people didn't seem like they shared. "Don't worry sis," she said to herself in an almost wistful tone. "I'll be back for you." It might take years, and untold suffering, but she would come back for Miyako, that much she swore.

It seemed that the people around her were already getting to know each other, which came as no real surprise. They were in the same boat now. They were supposed to be sleeping, of course, but she wasn't worried about that. She could work on little sleep, so she'd get to it when she felt like it. For now, she simply did her best to get a read on the room and the various people in her class. This was goin to be interesting.
After seeing the sorts of shennanigans happening in FGO, this is alright imo lol.


FGO is a lot better if you just take it as a spiritual successor to Carnival Phantasm.
So apparently Hector is trying to drug his Servant. That must be some powerful mojo.
Solovei watched Hector with confusion and growing annoyance as the man basically ignored everything that he said, ignored any recognition of who he was, or the purpose for which he had been summoned. He accepted the cash with that same attitude, listening to the request with some incredulity. Surely he wasn't being serious, was he? He might have knowledge of the modern era, but it didn't change the fact that someone who was part bird trying to buy something was certain to raise a few eyebrows.

He did pocket the money, but he made no effort to move from his spot. "I am a Servant of the Assassin class, not your Squire. If you wish to purchase something, do it yourself." He certainly was not going to stoop to making himself the mans butler, regardless of their current relationship.

That said, he folded his arms across his chest, waiting to see what his 'Master' would do. He was a Brigand, who thrived in the wilds, preying upon law and order. He would not cede to authority so easily, and if Hector thought that he could easily dominate the SHeroicpirit that he had summoned, then he was in for quite a rude awakening.
I won't be able to stop thinking of Assassin as Birdperson for the rest of the RP now.


A Birdman who can level buildings at max power. Have some respect.
From the blinding crescendo of magic that Hector had whipped up, he soon got his answer. The chant itself was irrelevant, beyond any effort to summon up a particular class of Servant which he had not included. If you thought that it would work then it could be as half-assed as you wanted. Hector definitely wanted it to work, and in turn that meant that he was definitely going to succeed.

A wind blew through the hotel room as the magic built to its height. It smelled of the earth and nature, like the deep forest that one might visit. Yet it was also wild, hostile, a realm that bowed for no master. Whether Hector could handle what that meant remained to be seen as the summoning began in its fullest, mana gathered and given shape, form, a body for a Heroic Spirit to dwell within. It was time for the Grail War to begin.

As the light and sound faded away Hector would find a man before him, if the term could even be applied to the figure which stood crouched in front of him, with blond hair, bird wings and claws for feet, yet with human hands and wearing clothes. He eyed Hector as things settled back down to normal, a dagger strapped to his hip and a lute on a string around his neck.

"...I take it you're my Master then," the 'man', said at last, voice a drawl with something unintelligible in it as well as the tint of a Russian accent. Whatever Hector had expected, this was what he had gotten. Time to see how this would all go.
@Flamelord

Hmm... That's a suspiciously familiar face you have there, FL.


I have no idea what you're talking about. :V
Well, this took long enough. My bad. I had another idea for the ability, but I figured it might be pushing the envelope of BS possibility.

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