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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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>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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Now, if y'all could go off and fight battles away from your Masters, Assassin would much appreciate it :V
So Hector is getting Assassin high on magic drugs and hasn't even told him what his name is yet. This must be the start of a wonderful relationship.
Solovei was glad enough to see that his new Master was willing to cut it out with the whole vassal thing, admitting his mistake and not having him go buy stuff for him after all. That was a good start, though given he was here to fight in the Grail War or to simply live as best he could in the time that he had, he would have preferred a bit more focus on that. As it stood Hector hadn't even confirmed that he was his Master, or acknowledged his class. Either an abundance of confidence, or stupidity.

He watched on with a bit of suspicion as his Master produced a tin of some kind, with rolled up parchment in it. It was hardly what one would have used in his time, like a good pipe, but that didn't seem to be any sort of deterrent as Hector began to smoke in front of him, all words and actions indicating that he was enjoying it quite a bit.

At last Solovei ceded to Hector's request, reaching forward and taking the joint, which he managed to smoke after one abortive attempt. And then, it was on to whatever ulterior motive Hector might have had, as the Assassin class Servant let himself be swayed by the contents of the joint he was currently sampling.
"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.
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