Flood

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Archer of Lightning?

@Reflection @Scallop @Sageage @Phonic @Paradox Witch @Seirei No Hai

Tesla walked beside Xerxes with confidence in every step, his arms hanging loosely by his sides enveloped by his amplifiers. He looked at the man with the horse head before Xerxes and activated his Human Anatomy Understanding, his brows furrowing as he studied the man closely. While this man obviously wasn't a horse, every single skill related to human medicine seemed to disagree. Tesla shook his head and looked at Xerxes, forming his own conclusion without skills. "The... man, is clearly just exhausted. You can tell by his breathing pattern and heartbeat, he should be awake in time for this meeting. Besides, none of this blood could be his. Its all dry, if he needed medical attention he would be bleeding all over the floor."

Tesla noted the others present already, including the girl offering a pile of dried oregano to the penguin he had speedwalked past when they entered. There was also a very disgruntled man in a suit surrounded by other disgruntled men trying to talk to the penguin. That damnable penguin. They were everywhere, all over the city. Those devil birds in suits, they were dangerous. And that meant a lot coming from the man who could fire all of electricity that ever had and will exist all at once. Tesla sat down in a nearby chair and sighed, impatiently tapping his fingers on the armrest as he waited for the meeting to start.

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Elizabeth Aesworth

@GreenGoat

Elizabeth blinked twice, relaxing as her Servant walked past her. "Berserker, you say? Perhaps there was some sort of mistake. I'd thought I was summoned as a Saber, but that matters not." While she would love to believe something had gone wrong and he had been summoned as Saber, this was clearly a falsehood. She was looking at his stats now, he was clearly a Berserker. "For I have been summoned to serve you, and serve you I shall. I assure you, Master, that I am perfectly sane and coherent." Well he wasn't lying at the very least. Or he didn't think he was lying. Perhaps there was some sort of trigger for his Madness Enhancement?

Well it's like he said, it didn't matter. There was work to be done, every minute mattered if she was to find the targets on her kill list. "Yes, perhaps I misread the summoning incantation." She muttered at Berserker vaguely, quickly catching up to him as she ran up towards him. "The people running this ritual have not been doing their job unfortunately, at least a hundred thousand people have been killed in the past three days." Elizabeth's frown deepened as she continued. "And that's a conservative estimate." As they continued her walk she noted the ruins of several buildings, unbeknownst to her these were the remnants of the houses that Achilles had ran straight through in terror. "Obviously things will only get worse the longer this ritual continues, so the Nobles at the Clock Tower have deemed it best that the ritual be ended as soon as possible. This is where we come in." She left it at that, not mentioning how the ritual would be ended. Honestly, she had no idea how it was going to be ended exactly.

Her current objectives were to gather information and to kill the Einsbern and Tohsaka, along with determining exactly what was going on in this city. She knew the bare basics from a civilian she hypnotized, there had been a massive fire and storm consecutively twp days before, along with what had been described as a star falling from the sky. A riot started yesterday in the Native District, which was still going today. As they walked by a penguin waddling along she wondered what Servants could possibly- what. She stopped and turned around, looking at the penguin who was staring at the Command Seals on her right hand. After a small conversation, Elizabeth knew where their destination was.

"Well then. Saber, we are going to be heading to the hotsprings that was built in the ruins of the Foreigner's District. You should probably pick me up so we can get there quicker, I'll give directions." She called him Saber, despite the fact he was obviously a Berserker. Insisting otherwise might bring his wrath down on her, so it is probably best to play along with his delusions. Once Berserker picked her up they would be off, he would also be happy to note that she was just as light as she appeared to be. Eternal youth was a wonderful thing.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Getting Ready To Clean Up A Mess

@GreenGoat

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”Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let Aesaurum be the ancestor.”

Elizabeth spat out the name Aesaurum with a scowl on her face. How absolutely annoying, to have to come out to Fuyuki for something like this. Cleaning up someone else’s mess, that’s all this was. It was infuriating, absolutely infuriating. Some backwater Magus fucked up their ritual, now it was all going out of control as the city burned and the Mage’s Association was tearing out their hair over the whole thing. For good reason to, hundreds of thousands of non Magus had died in the past three days alone because of this fuck up, so someone had to clean up this mess.

But why was she chosen? Elizabeth looked at the markings upon her right hand and her frown softened, replaced by a more thoughtful expression. Why had she been chosen by the Holy Grail to summon heroes from across time to fight for a single wish? She had no true desires, aside from the one desire that all Magus shared. What separated her from every other Magus in the world?

”Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.”

However this was a good chance to get on the good side of the Clock Tower Nobles, so she came here without complaint. Elizabeth was given an catalyst to use for summoning, along with all the support she needed to find out what was going on in Fuyuki. Her job was to eliminate the idiots behind this whole ritual along with figuring out just what the hell was going on in Fuyuki. Nice and simple right?

Of course not, not in this god forsaken backwoods country. From what she could tell, the Servants who had been summoned in this ritual were absolute monsters. So she needed a strong Heroic Spirit if she was to make any difference in this war, that much was clear. The strongest Servants were those of the Knight Classes supposedly, and while she had a good summoning catalyst, she had no guarantee of what class he would be summoned as.

”An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.”

Well, that isn’t entirely true. There was one way to guarantee a Class, albeit a risky one. The Class of Berserker sacrificed their sanity in exchange for a boost in power, however the name itself screams danger. Berserker. A man filled with rage, lashing out at everything around him. No matter how he is hurt, no matter who he hurts, all he can do is kill. Lack of reason, lack of planning, a man turned beast. That is the essence of a Berserker. The most dangerous of classes in many ways, a Berserker could attack their Master given even the slightest provocation.

”Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
For you would be one caged in madness.
I shall wield your chains.

But there is that saying. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It wasn’t like she sought to win the war after all, she was just here to do her job. And her job would require that her Servant be strong, intelligence would have just been a bonus. He would have to be the strongest of all in order to kill the Servants behind these tragedies that plagued the city.

”From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!”

The Servant appeared perfectly in the middle of the circle, pale skin enframed by hair as black as the feathers of a raven. She looked upon him with no emotion, she just waited for him to make the first move. She said nothing, she didn't even blink as she studied the man known as Gilles de Rais. His stats were analyzed, a small nod of approval was given as she noted his high parameters. However that was soon followed by a deep frown as she noted the level of his Madness Enhancement. EX, off the charts. Elizabeth's right hand tensed, she might have to use a command seal now if he attacked.

"Are you sane Berserker? Do you have the presence of mind to comprehend my words?"

A simple question, but one that needed to be asked. She reinforced her body subconsciously, even knowing that it would do nothing against a Servant with such high Strength. It was the only way she could control the situation, the only control she had over her life at the moment. Elizabeth quietly noted his alignment and formed her next sentence.

"If you do, know that we have no time to dally. There is much work to be done in this city if we are to prevent any further loss of life."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

The Divine Punishment

"Destroying the target."
Altera

Title(s): Scourge of God, The Divine Punishment, Atilla the Hun, Great King of Destruction

Class: Saber

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: 406-453 AD

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Altera is somewhat of an empty creature, she lacked emotions during life and sought only to destroy. While she has been summoned with emotions, she does not really know how to process or express them. While she has magnanimity for foes whose skill she has acknowledged, all who stand against her are but obstacles to be removed from her path. In battle she is a killing machine, despite her distaste for combat she recognizes that it is what she is best at. Thus she fights because she is a fighter.

Outside of battle she does not do much, her Master would be hard pressed to talk to her about anything but strategies for upcoming battles. However she does silently muse to herself about various things. What would she have done if she had not been a warrior in life? What if she had not become the emodiment of destruction? What if she had never gripped the Sword of the War God? If she achieved a wish on the Holy Grail... well. Perhaps she would like to find out what it would be like to be something other than a warrior.

Bio: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Saber_(Fate/G…

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Weapon: Her Noble Phantasm, Sword of Mars.

Parameters:

Strength: B

Endurance: A

Agility: A

Mana: B

Luck: A

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Class Skills:

Magic Resistance B: Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected.

Riding A: All vehicles and all creatures but those of Phantasmal Beast and Divine Beast-rank can be used as mounts.

Divinity B: Altera is not related to a Divine Spirit by blood; however, Europe was overrun on what was considered to be the Authority of God. The target of this fear was given the name, 'Scourge of God.' Because of this, Altera, who became a Heroic Spirit on Earth, has a high ranking Divine Spirit aptitude.

Civilization Erosion EX: A subconsciously active skill of the heroic spirit Altera. Anything within her grasp is transformed into its “best” form currently most suited for herself. In effect the longer she holds onto something, the more it becomes like her sword.

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Personal Skills:

Military Tactics B: When Altera's Anti-Army Noble Phantasm is activated, a slight bonus is gifted to its performance. In addition bonuses are gifted when defending against hostile Anti-Army Noble Phantasms.

Natural Body D: Altera can temporarily rank up her STR. Furthermore, no matter how many calories she ingests, her body shape will not change.

Star Emblem EX: The unique pattern imprinted on Altera's body, a strange design that does not belong to the Huns but resulted from some advanced ritual. The higher the rank, the higher one's attack power is increased. By expending mana through it, one can temporarily enhance the performance of any desired part of the body. An efficient Skill that costs little mana but lacks the explosiveness of Skills like Mana Burst. It comes attached with the Instinct skill ranked at B as well.

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Noble Phantasm:

Name: Photon Ray

Title: War God's Sword

Rank: A

NP Type: Anti-Army

Range: 1-30

Maximum Number of Targets: 200 People

Description: Speculated to be formed from the combination of "the prowess and terror that led to her being feared as the ‘Divine Punishment’ and ‘The Scourge of God’" and the "anecdote about her obtaining the ‘Sword of Mars’", this blade is what the feared Great King of Destruction rode into battle with. However the truth of this sword is far more sinister, for this is actually the sword claimed by Altera when she slew the War God Mars. The "blade" of the sword, formed of tri-colored bands of light, is believed to be capable of destroying "any and all existence" on Earth.

In effect this sword acts as a sword of the future, being used as a whip that can cut through armies in a single swipe. It is only when its True Name is evoked that its power can fully shine.

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Name: Teardrop Photon Ray

Title: Star of Tears, War God's Sword

Rank: A++

Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Fortress

Range: 1-99

Maximum Number of Targets: 900 People

Description: The Wrath of the War God Mars himself, a tactical laser strike from the War God manifested in upper orbit. The physical form of the concept of battle, swung at the target in an attempt to wipe Altera from the face of the Earth. She knows not why Mars hates her so, but she cares not. For this is merely another tool to achieve destruction.

By invoking the true name of Photon Ray, Altera establishes a connection with the War God Mars. Due to her actions as the White Titan 14,000 years ago, Mars loathes Altera more than anyone else and upon recognizing the connection, he would unleash Photon Ray, his light of authority, towards her. Altera’s usage of mana for this Noble Phantasm is to actually redirect that light of authority towards the designated spot of attack, costing a great deal of mana to redirect it. It is in effect, an attack from an orbiting satellite laser.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Sophia Revynne

@Reflection

Well at least Lancer isn't the type to fly off the handle. A calm man, taking her abuse in stride and moving forward with no hesitation.
"Well then, partner. I shall not call you Master, if that is fine. And you shall not call me servant." He took a knee, his eyes meeting hers as he continued speaking, putting them on the same level in a sense. "I doubt I could have cooked for you anyway. To be honest, I never learned how to do it myself." He burst into laughter as he said this, the tension in the air melting away as Sophia thought about that statement. Lancer must have lived a very privileged lifestyle if he never once had to cook for himself. "So this efficient food will do for the both of us. But, on a single condition. We order from different places each night. I wish to taste all the possible foods of this era. Is that clear?" Sophia nodded as he said this, thinking about what she wanted to have for dinner.

"I find that arrangement acceptable." Now that that was out of the way, time to move onto serious business. He stood up and brushed off his robes, revealing a hint of the skin underneath. Ah, so that's how it is with him then. He would have been a good candidate for Assassin honestly, something that Sophia would've liked a lot actually. He quickly tied the bandages back around his arm, concealing his skin once more as he spoke.

"Naturally, I can begin working as soon as you wish. We have already established our fort, and no doubt all others will be attempting to do the same. You and I should make sure we hunt while the beasts are still trying to find their footing. Once they have set up their nests, it'll be harder to catch even a piglet. Much less a boar." Sophia nodded, time was of the essence. Lancer walked to the door and began to dematerialize, already raring to hunt. She checked her watch, noting how it was almost noon. Wait it's only noon? "I promise to be back soon. Call an efficient food place, and I will make sure to pick up your order when I return. I want... A s'more. Order me a hundred."

"Ah wait Lancer!" Gone already. Damn his need to be mysterious and cool. No matter, there was a reason the Master Servant link existed. 'Lancer, it's barely noon. Make sure not to draw too much attention, there's a few special things about this Holy Grail War.' Servants were supposed to be summoned with all relevant knowledge for the Holy Grail War yes, but it never hurt to be careful. Thus she explained the need for secrecy this War, how the Holy Grail was being kept by the Church, but most importantly of all she told him of the existence of Ruler. She did not elaborate much on that subject, any Servant would know that pissing off a Ruler is tantamount to defeat. 'In other words, we should focus on scouting out Workshops and figuring out who each Servant is for now. Then we can truly begin the hunt.' With that being said, she picked up her phone and started looking up places that made s'mores in Rome. She would have to say it was for a last minute party, hopefully she could haggle the price down to something reasonable. Rich she may be, but a penny saved is a penny earned as they say in America. Even if she hated pennies. Ugly little things.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Archer of Lightning

@Yukitamas

Oh god damnit Darius. The mad giant of skeletons and fire began his rampage, flinging several skeletons at the Church as he desperately searched for Alexander, to maim and kill that conqueror who had defeated him so many times in the past. He swung at Achilles, but to no avail. The comet merely pounded away at the bones of the behemoth, blocking Tesla's lightning with naught but a lazy wave of the arm. How annoying, how incredibly incredibly annoying. The dome of lightning took care of many of the skeletons, those few that got through were shot down by the antiartillery system in place. Tesla would let Darius rampage for now, the loser king needed to let off some steam after failing to kill Achilles. If things got too bad he would just have to have Xerxes activate a Command Seal. For now, he mused on what he could've done to bring down the comet. He would need to set a better trap if he was to bring a comet down to Earth it seems. No, this hero was already of the Earth, what Tesla sought to do was to annihilate that legend of Earth and make room for further legends of Humanity.

The skeletons faded into dust and that dust turned into nothing. Tesla sat on the roof of the church and stared at the sky, the first stars beginning to peek through as day slowly became night. Those stars that were so much like him. Yes, he was a Star whose purpose was to uplift Humanity. He was a Star who would bring hope to Humanity, who would change the course of history. His attention briefly flicked to one of his clockwork familiars, it would appear that knight from the other day has regained his arm. Or was he a Paladin? Oh, now the thief has lost his hands. And now the knight was... how unsightly. A battle began between the knight and the girl on the elephant, Tesla merely had the bird continue to observe from above while he had another attempt to follow the thief. He lost track of him quickly, but he had a general idea of where his base might be judging by the direction he fled. He would have to send another familiar to look for it later, for now he would content himself with looking to the Stars for inspiration. Those beautiful stars who he sought to emulate, those beautiful stars which remained eternal.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Sophia Revynne

@Reflection

Well she certainly knew what class she summoned. The first thing that caught her eyes was the spear, a massive pole that touched the ceiling for a brief moment. "Please don't break my ceiling." It was a strange first thing to say to someone who could snap her neck before she could blink, but it was simply her nature. She would rather not have to fix the ceiling, plus there was sensitive equipment in there that she would rather not have damaged.

He stood up, his eyes catching hers. Red met blue, she wondered if he was some sort of demon for a moment. Wouldn't that be unfortunate, to summon a horrible monster of legend as her Servant. "It is a pleasure to meet you mage. I am a hero of the Lancer class." She had to hold back a sarcastic comeback as he introduced himself, giving away his True Name as he bowed. His spear disappeared soon afterwards, an unseen smile crossing his face as he looked around. "Can I have your name?" Well he was polite at the very least, more polite than she had been. She got to her feet, catching her breath as she tried to recall her pre-prepared introduction.

And he's gone already. She rushed out to the kitchen, watching him dig through the fridge with confusion. "So much takeout. What a slob-ish lifestyle." He pulled out a beer can, god damnit she knew she had one more around somewhere, snapping it open and downing it with the same ease she had downed water earlier. Lancer tossed it into the trash can, a perfect arc as it landed in the bag. "I will have to make cooking a minor task during my stay with you. I cannot have one of my citizens living on such a day to day basis."

Her eyes narrowed, her opinion of this Servant dropping several notches. What happened to that politeness from when he had been introducing himself? "First of all, it's not slobbish, it's efficient. Why bother making my own food when I could have someone else make it while I use my time on more important things? She marched up to the man and poked him in the chest, glaring at him as she continued venting. "Second of all, I am most definitely not your 'citizen'. I am your Master, meaning we are partners. Do not treat me as some sort of plebeian who can't take care of themselves." She crossed her arms and huffed, drilling holes into him with her eyes before she closed her eyes and sighed. "And finally, my name is Sophia Revynne. I don't know what it was like during your time, but nowadays people usually wait for someone to introduce themselves before they start digging around their fridges and drinking their last beer!" She shouted, angrily kicking over the trash can and spilling several water bottles and one beer can all over the floor.

"God damnit." She picked up the trash can and set it upright, picking up the trash quickly and dumping it back into the trash can. She took several deep breaths as she stared at the wall, wondering if summoning a demon would have been better than this. No, this was a top tier Servant without a doubt. She would just have to work around his various quirks and personality issues, that was her job as Master. "I don't expect you to make cooking a regular task by the way. We have more important things to do then waste time playing house if we're going to steal the Holy Grail after all. Now let's start over." Sophia took one last deep breath as she closed the trashcan's lid, closing her eyes for a moment and then opening them back up, confidence evident in her every feature as she turned and smiled at Lancer.

"I am Sophia Revynne. You are Servant Lancer. We are the victors of this Holy Grail War, everyone else just doesn't know that yet. Let's work hard to inform them of the fact."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Archer of Lightning

@ManyThings@Yukitamas@Breo@Kyoka

How annoying. It looks like Tesla wasn't the only one with friends in this war judging by the massive ballista heading straight for the scientist. The dome of lightning formed around the Church, slowing down the projectile as much as possible, anti-artillery cannons activated next, firing at the projectile with intent to shoot it down, make the tree into mere splinters, every single turret on the Church firing at the projectile. It was unfortunate, but he even turned his latest invention on the ballista to make sure it was annihilated. Zeus's Lightning he had christened it, a monster of metal and electricity meant to concentrate the power of Keuranos into a lesser yet more cost efficient beam. Originally it had been aiming at Achilles, but it looks like it would have to fire upon this monstrosity of wood and runes instead. The ball of lightning that had formed on the tip of the cannon shrunk in size, the energy compressing as it was focused into something more powerful and direct. Then it fired, a beam the size of one's arm blasted from the cannon with a mighty crack of thunder. It was not unlike an explosion, Tesla's hair whipping back from the force of the blast as he stared at Achilles. The tree was disintegrated, only the mightiest of barriers could hold up to a barrage of lightning from Zeus himself.

All of this took but a thought from the scientist in truth, there was still enough time to end Achilles's life. There it is, his Eye of The Mind told him that now was the time to fire. Now that Darius had pulled out his trump card, now that the king had reached the verge of death, now that the comet was completely preoccupied. It was aimed directly at his head, an attempt to blow his brains out and end the fight in but a moment. Tesla fired a beam of electricity from his fingertips directly at Achilles to end his life. But there was no real commitment to this action, it was merely a distraction while Tesla prepared the real attack.

The beam would not hit him, no it was merely the first strike. A diversion, Knight Tactics at its finest. Forcing someone to make a mistake that you can capitalize on, to make someone commit to an action wholeheartedly. He already knew where Achilles would dodge, he had been watching the battle since the very beginning, he had analyzed everything about Achilles's fighting. His Eye of the Mind told him that the comet would dodge there, so the second strike was delivered in the wake of the first. A lightning bolt formed in his other hand, his armor already activated, this was to be the beginning of the end. When Achilles dodged, Tesla aimed for the exact point where he would dodge to and he fired once more, flinging the bolt of lightning with C ranked strength. It did not sound like much when compared to Achilles's endurance, but he didn't need to break through the hero's armor. He just needed to hit that weak spot fast enough.

This was no blast to the head, this was a sniper shot to his most vulnerable area. It was a shot for the hero's greatest weakpoint, the Achilles Heel of Achilles. His heel of course. That spot which had extinguished his legend, that spot which had led to Achilles's downfall. Such a shot would be inadvisable in the midst of combat under usual circumstances, especially from such a distance that Tesla was at. But the odds were ever so slightly in his favor regardless. Marksmanship that would make the Sundance Kid whistle, an Eye of the Mind that would make even Leonardo da Vinci jealous. That Single-Minded determination that made even Edison seethe.

In the end, Achilles stood no chance. The lightning bolt pierced his heel and his blessings were stripped. Now it was all up to Darius to finish the fight, to bring down Alexander's ancestor. For now Tesla's work here was done, his focus shifted towards the direction from which the tree came. They would not be happy with Achilles's death, he would have to get ready for another assault most likely. Good. He needed to work out some frustration.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

The Most Important Moment Of Her Life

She stood outside Vatican City with a smile, dressed in a white t-shirt and skinny jeans with a fashionable pair of sunglasses as she took pictures with her smartphone. Just another tourist, no need to pay attention to her. To finish she took a selfie with the city in the background as she did a cute pose. It made her sick, it really did. She scampered off regardless, chasing after her "friends" she had hypnotized this morning. They would remember her as their friend Yuki who was visiting from Japan for a week. She would never see them again after today, their inane chatter about the latest fashion brands irritated her to no end.

They took her on a tour of the city, showing off every popular landmark and trendy cafe in the city. She paid little attention, more focused on the shady alleyways, the winding side streets, every small out of the way cafe she could duck into to throw off pursuers. She had memorized the city via Google Maps already, but just knowing the city via electronics wasn't enough. She needed to know everything intimately, Google Maps doesn't tell you that the alley you were heading towards is filled with homeless and can't be used as an efficient escape route.

She returned to her apartment complex at around 11 AM, driving her "friends" away with the excuse that she ate something bad last night and it was just now catching up with her. She took off her sunglasses with a sigh and put them in her purse, black leather, some designer name she didn't care about. An older looking Italian gentleman stood in front of her door, wringing his hands with a nervous smile. "What is it you need?" She really didn't want to ask, but he obviously wanted something. And she would have to acknowledge his presence in some form if she wanted to get into her apartment, considering how rude he was being by standing in front of the door. It was the only way to get her attention though, considering how she had been constantly ducking her tenants for the past few days.

"Well Ms. Samantha, I just wanted to say how glad we are to finally have a new landlord. That old one was a real pain in the-"

"What. Do. You. Want. You are standing in front of my door, meaning you obviously want something." She cut him off before he could begin some sort of time wasting rant. She did not have time to waste, she was about to begin the only thing she had ever wished for in her life.

"Ah, well I wanted to ask if you could send someone to fix the pipes in our bathroom. I noticed you've been doing some renovations in your own apartment, so I was just wondering if you were trying to fix up the whole building. The whole gentrification thing ri-"

"No. Please move out of my way." She stared him in the eye, he had almost half a foot on her but she didn't even flinch as she stared him down and waited for him to make a move. Ten seconds passed like this as his eyes darted around nervously, unsure of what to say to such a forceful rejection. He was the first to move, shuffling back to his own apartment with shame evident in his figure as Sophia unlocked her door.

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She closed the door behind her with force, annoyed by that whole exchange. Why in the world should she have to pay to fix someone else's mistakes? If he wanted to get those pipes repaired, he should pay for it himself. It obviously isn't life threatening, otherwise he would've gotten it done by now. He was just another leech looking for handouts, not even brave enough to stare down a woman who barely came up to his shoulders. Sophia moved into the kitchen to grab a beer, opening the fridge and frowning at its lack of alcohol. She stared harder, silently hoping that if she looked angry enough than maybe she would see a beer behind the milk. No such luck.

She picked out some bottled water from the fridge, opening it and gulping it down as she closed the fridge door behind her. She tossed the water bottle into the open trashcan, heading to her room to check on how things have been going around the building. The room was very empty, a bed in the corner, no sheets or blankets, a TV with a chair set in front in another corner, the majority of the room was taken up by the massive magic circle she had been drawing over the past few days. She looked it over one last time, satisfied with her handiwork as she compared it to the paper she had in hand.

Sophia walked over to the TV next, rewinding the tape to the moment she left the building this morning. She then fast forwarded through the next 4 hours, slowly enough to see anything important but fast enough to not actually watch for four hours of footage. Ten minutes passed when she caught up to the present time. Nothing, other than the fact that the man in front of her door had actually waited there for half an hour. Half an hour of waiting and he was shut down by two sentences? Wow, civilians really are pathetic. She let the feed resume, watching for ten minutes to make sure nobody suspicious was hanging about the building. The man from earlier came back to her door to knock, but turned away after a minute of nervous pacing.

Satisfied that nothing would interrupt, she turned off the TV and paced around the magic circle, checking just one more time. No, everything was fine. She had checked and checked and checked for two days now, if something was wrong she would have seen. "This is it Sophia. You've been waiting a decade for this, this is the most important moment of your life. No turning back." She held her hand out and recited the aria once in her mind, making sure she had it memorized. Then she began.

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"Let silver and steel be the essence."

Sophia mustered up all her Prana, focusing on the circle as she felt it begin to drain her.

"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation."

The room was dark, the only light illuminating her was the red glow of the summoning circle, painted with her own blood that she had gathered specifically for this over the course of months.

"Let my great ancestor Revynne be the ancestor.

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."

She had never put forth so much Prana into one ritual, it was unlike anything she ever felt. She was exhausted, some primal part of her brain screamed to stop. But she had to keep going.

"I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under me.

My fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail

If you will submit to this will and this reason…

Then answer!"

The air in the room swirled like a whirlpool, whipping papers about as her Command Seals glowed like a beacon.

"An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!"

Her knees were shaking, whether it be from excitement or the mere effort it took to hold her body upright mattered not.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Protector of the Holy Balance!"

A flash of red blinded her, everything went dark. She awoke a moment later to what could only be described as a legend made flesh. Hero, villain, it mattered not. She knew for a fact that the one before her was her Servant. Her world was forever changed.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Alright with me.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Native District

Things were not going well here, the rioters were panicked and confused, many of them refusing to pick up the guns for good reason. but the assault continued regardless with the remaining mob continuing on the fight, or at least keeping the Horse distracted, while every figure of authority fled the area, taking 75 men with them to continue the fight elsewhere. They were unseen by the Horse, busy as he was fighting off every man in that mob of thousands. They were fast, the much smaller group of 110 men quickly making their way to the next warehouse with little warning.

This warehouse was a lost cause, mere civilians like them could not take on a warehouse fortified by magecraft and protected by a Magus, however the other warehouses were not protected as such. The 35 figures picked up the guns with no fear, even when the other civilians refused to touch them. They had no fear, no emotions truly. They had been turned into mere killing machines by the one who hypnotized them, made to do his bidding and kill. So the total 110 men continued to the next warehouse near them, slaughtering everyone inside with ease while taking minimal casualties. There had been 5 Yakuza in there, prepared for a riot but unprepared for a concentrated assault like this. They poured through the door, with shooters in the back taking potshots at the Yakuza and and civilians in the front taking the brunt of the fire. 3 civilians died, 4 taking minor injuries from when they engaged with the the Yakuza up close, while the Yakuza in the warehouse all perished. The civilians were next, it was a methodical slaughter that would sicken any sane man.

These men were not sane in the slightest.

It was strange really, these killing machines were but mere men the night before, many had never fought a day in their lives. But now they were an organized squad of killers, seemingly trained by a lifetime of combat. Whoever had hypnotized these men had been thorough, practically overwriting their lives entirely to make them into cold blooded killers. The building burned afterwards, eliminating any evidence they had ever been there and beginning a much wider reaching fire that would ravage the district if given time to spread. Efficient indeed.