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"-Guess I'll go up with you."
Nero jumped onto the roof of the UFO with ease, her frilly coat flapping behind her as she grabbed her Maestro once again. His outfit was absolutely adorable, which made perfect sense really. She had chosen all of it, it could be nothing less than perfect.
The hatch closed behind them as the skeleton she had dubbed Anicetus the Second took the helm, having earned his name after she learned he could pilot the ship as well as her Maestro, or almost as well anyways. Nobody could truly match up to her Maestro in the end. Regardless, the Emperor had decided to name the skeleton after a former freedman of hers, one of the finest admirals she had ever had the pleasure of riding with.
"Keep a sharp eye out, okay? If an Archer or flying-type Rider catches wind of us, you'll be our only hope." Andrei clung to her tightly, a blush spread across her cheeks as she clung to him in turn. She was pleased, very pleased by her Maestro's actions.
"Umu! Rest easy my Maestro, if anyone wants to get to you they have to go through me!" Nero's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, she remained completely steady even as the flying saucer took off with nary a sound. A wonderful chariot, she would have to make more once she rebuilt Rome alongside her Maestro.
Liliana observed the Servant through the eyes of her familiar, smiling as she finished cooking the steak that had been in the fridge. "Lancer! A Servant wants to play in the forest!" She flipped the steak onto a plate quickly, moving the plate to the table as she looked at little Timothy watching tv. His parents weren't home yet, hopefully they didn't show up while Ajax and Liliana were gone, otherwise things would be really awkward when they got back. Oh wait, they probably wouldn't be able to find their own home thanks to the bounded fields. Oops.
Oh well, it's not like they would be here long. Liliana slipped her monocle on as she opened the window facing the river, her attention focused on the Servant challenging them. Something was hiding stuff about them unfortunately, probably a secondary Noble Phantasm or some sort of Personal Skill. It didn't matter too much though, her Parameters were as clear as day to the Atlas alchemist, and boy was this Servant weak! "They're a Rider, their stats aren't too impressive but I'm sure they have a trick up their sleeve!"
A breeze blew through the open window, the cold Montana winds chilling her to the bone. She didn't mind though, she was too excited to focus on something inconsequential like the cold winter. It was already factored into her predictions anyways, paying more attention to it was a waste of valuable time that could be spent on thinking about more important things. Much more important things.
Assassin of Black
Ainsworth Workshop
Ainsworth Workshop
The Manslayer swaggered into the room by himself, a quiet smile on his face as he looked around the room. While his entrance wasn't nearly as loud in volume as Tawara's, it still screamed danger. All one would need to do is glance at the Assassin of Black to tell what class he was, no, what type of person he was. Okada Izou is a Manslayer through and through, so of course he would be summoned as an Assassin. The only other class he could possibly be viable for would be Saber, and Saber was already in the room. Speaking of, the first thing his eyes landed on was the Saber and his swords, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned against a wall. "Hey you! Saber right?" His smile was lazy, yet his eyes were filled with bloodlust as he put a hand on the hilt of his sword. "You wouldn't object to a friendly spar with another manslayer right?" Everyone else in the room was ignored, the focus of Okada's attention was Lancelot alone as he practically leaked his intent to the room. If Lancelot agreed to this, it was all but guaranteed that one of them would die by the end of the fight.
I'll toss my hat into the ring, this seems interesting.
"Oh darling emperor, the way you entered into my humble abode. Perfection incarnate, I'm the luckiest man alive!"
"Umu!" Nero squeezed her Maestro even tighter, not giving him even an inch to try and escape her embrace. "My entrance is the entrance of a Roman Emperor, so it could be nothing less than perfect!" He introduced himself to be Andrei Ozhidani, her Maestro in this Holy Grail War.
"Do I call you Nero, or am I supposed to go by your class container?"
"You may call me whatever pleases you my darling Maestro." She stroked his hair lightly, looking into his eyes with passion as he continued speaking. After he finished talking about their home, Nero finally let go and walked straight over to the controls. "Umu, this vehicle functions just like the flying chariot I once built. Whoever built this took inspiration from the right places!"
"I don't know if you had any plans in mind when you appeared, but there are a few important things to take care of. First you'll have to meet my right hand man. He looks like, but is not actually, a skeleton."
"Umu." She muttered as she nodded seriously, as if she understood perfectly. Of course she had no idea what he meant, but it mattered not. Any friend of her Maestro was a friend of Nero, whether they be made of flesh and bone or just bone.
"The other thing is a real dilemma. See, we all need winter clothes, but since none of us have winter clothes yet we can't go outside to get them."
Nero's eyes practically shined as he said this, looking her body up and down with lust in his eyes. Yes, she understood exactly what he wanted.
"If you're good with-"
"Of course Maestro, you don't need to ask!" She grabbed him once again and pressed him into her breasts, Nero let out a heavy breath near his ear as she continued. "You never need to ask when you want to use my body..." Her voice was sultry, she backed him up into the control console of the UFO as she reached behind him to grab... the lever to open the ship.
"Umu, we can go shopping together! My body is incredibly warm, as long as you hold onto me the fire of Nerofest shall warm you!" The ramp leading outside opened, revealing Agent Morgan patiently waiting outside, doing whatever it was skeletons did when nobody was looking. Probably something spooky.
Andrei would notice that Nero wasn't lying at all, her body was incredibly warm. Overbearingly so almost, if it weren't for the violent cold outside he would be sweating from the sheer heat she was giving off. Or was that just him reacting to her imperial charms? Probably the second one.
She was just as curt as Liliana expected, sitting down and immediately asking for something to drink. Liliana shrugged as she looked around the living room, unsure of where anything in this apartment was. "I don't know. In the fridge probably?" She wandered around for a minute looking for the fridge, finding it after wandering by it twice. There wasn't much in terms of drinks, just milk and juices. Ah, wait! There was a beer hidden in the back of the fridge, placed to hide it from little Timothy.
Liliana pulled it out from the back of the fridge quickly, bringing it over to Ajax before going back to the kitchen to look for a bottle opener. "So hi! I'm Liliana Mortensen, I'm 23 years old, and my hobbies are reading, drinking tea, and making weapons that could make your insides come outside!" She found it relatively quickly, heading back to the living room to give it to the Servant she had summoned.
"What's your name?"
Tesla landed aboard Fisher's ship quickly, having sent a message ahead of time to alert the Strategist of his arrival. The ship was organized chaos, people running left and right to keep things working and on schedule. It was Tesla's element. He pushed his way through the crowded ship towards Tesla, not even bothering to introduce himself as he got straight to business.
"Here's the current situation. We have 30 of the threats surrounding the cave which the monster has been sealed in, we need to reinforce the seal before the monster can break out. We know very little of these creatures, other than that they are seemingly invulnerable to conventional weaponry, responding instead to brute force delivered via martial force and as you saw, pure magical energy. My Master is informing me that your class is Strategist, therefore-"
He opened his hand, several holographic images projecting themselves into the air. Each one showed the perspective of various battles happening around the area from an aerial point of view, the point of view of his pigeons to be precise. A replay of Lucius's battle was also available, along with a highlight reel of scenes Tesla had picked out as important. In all, there were ten screens projected above the fist of Archer.
-we need to strategize."
She held them off yes, but she did not destroy them. It was a simple matter to keep them distracted, but these beings had an unnatural tenacity about them, their ability to "survive" being unrivaled. A punch was delivered to the right arm of one, only to abandon the attack as her Instincts screamed to dash backwards as the other tried to strike at her from above. She was getting nowhere with this, it was a battle of attrition she was sure to lose.
In her peripherals, she noticed something squirming, but there wasn't time to focus on it. They were coming at her from both sides now, she would have to- her Instincts cried out once more. Both arms shot out like bullets, grabbing each Lyaeus by the throat and hoisting them into the air. Two lasers shot from the squirming she had noticed earlier, piercing the heads of the Lyaeus before they had the opportunity to strike at Altera. She dropped their limp corpses on the floor and observed the squirming thing more closely.
It was a sight to behold, the man known as Gilles De Rais had become an abomination from the Outside. Yet his conviction was admirable, his cry to action almost rousing something from within Altera even. However, she could not follow him into the heart of war quite yet. She could not destroy the enemy's civilization yet, not when her Master was still at risk. Another burst of Crest of the Stars later and she was attacking the next Lyaeus that had survived Gilles's assault. If none survived, then she would enter the DDD to check on her Master.
No response. Elizabeth gritted her teeth and growled, the glasses on her face shattering as if she had crushed them in rage. But she had not, something else did. The one who made the glasses was injured, his life force and spirit drained by the attack of the Beast. Berserker was marching into battle, but Elizabeth had more important things to worry about than her Servant at the moment. A quick mental message was sent to try and get Berserker to hold for just a little longer, but it would likely be to no avail.
Right now, Elizabeth needed to focus on getting Gin back on his feet. She moved over to him quickly, a stride with purpose as four tentacles of mercury emerged from her back to lift her up a little higher. "Hold still boy, you need medical attention." He likely didn't need to be told that considering the pain he must be going through, but some people are foolhardy enough to try and ignore the pain. A quick diagnosis was made, his mental energy and spirit had been struck by intense feedback. Likely the backlash from those glasses all shattering at once. "I would tell you to not make those glasses again, but we're going to need them. So instead I'm going to tell you to not do whatever it is you just did earlier the next time you make those glasses." She observed him from all sides, hard at work to try and stabilize his spirit as best she could. He would need more though if he was going to be up and at it soon, her work was good but not that good.
"If anyone here is proficient in the art of Spiritual Surgery or healing the spirit, your assistance is required immediately." She spoke aloud as she continued her work, an open invitation to everyone in the room to get off their asses and do something.
Summoning initiated.
Catalyst Present.
Compatibility assessment. Records scanned.
Class container selected.
Shaping Saint Graph to container.
Location: Western Culture Sphere.
Initiating construction...
Catalyst Present.
Compatibility assessment. Records scanned.
Class container selected.
Shaping Saint Graph to container.
Location: Western Culture Sphere.
Initiating construction...
"Umu!" A declaration of pleasure, the emperor's approval. While it would have been nice if her place of summoning smelled a bit less like paint, she only needed one look at the boy before her to know. This was her Maestro. The fog cleared out of the ship quickly, revealing the emperor of Rome. From head to toe, everything about her screamed her status as an Emperor. The crown atop her head, adorned with diamonds along it's bottom. Her perfectly maintained blonde hair, the ahoge adding just a hint of rebellious attitude to her otherwise perfectly straight locks of gold. Her frilly clothing, dyed in a combination of colors to give it an air of imperial pride. But most of all, those loving green eyes. Those eyes that looked upon her people, those people that she gave all of her love to.
"I am the Emperor of Rome, Nero Claudius! Umu, you have chosen well Maestro!" She stood proudly in the middle of the summoning circle, observing her new Maestro. Yes, she loved him, there was no other way to say it. Everything about him was lovely, almost as lovely as she. "Feel privileged, for I am allowing you to bask in my beauty." The next thing Andrei would notice is Nero right next to him, pressing his body into her own with force. "You may praise me now."
Liliana tapped away on her laptop with glee, the mundanities of the world outside of Atlas were quite intriguing. For example, there was a website you could access via the "World Wide Web" that allowed you to instantly talk to someone across the world! With no Magecraft involved at all! There were multiple websites that let you do that! She had heard about it while in Atlas, but seeing it in action was completely different!
"Timothy, how do you order the Chinese food on this? I want to eat before I summon a hero of legend!" The sleeping boy on the ground did not respond. "Oh right. Sorry Timothy, keep napping." She had moved into the apartment a few hours prior, only to find a young boy named Timothy on the couch watching the television. At first he had been quite panicked, but after she poured him a bowl of cereal and hypnotized him into a limp pile of flesh, he had calmed down considerably. Apparently he had a fever, so he wasn't going to school today. This was of course a complete falsehood, his vitals all indicated that he was perfectly healthy and would be healthy for the next 28 days. However he would likely catch the common cold after being rubbing his eyes, which he was prone to do.
His parents worked construction, so they left him home alone for the day. Now he was taking a nap on the floor, which was good. Children need to rest in order to get better after being sick right? He had been on the couch, but then Liliana pushed him off because she wanted the couch. He's not sick so he doesn't need that much rest in the end.
"Oh well, I guess I'll just do the summoning now." Liliana hopped off the couch and grabbed her backpack, filled with jars of blood rich with Mana. After taking out one such jar and unscrewing the lid, she stuck her hand in to get painting. Blood splashed all over the floor, but her summoning circle was drawn with robotic precision. As she drew this circle, she had her other four "rooms" occupied with planning. Where would she begin scouting first, how would she first greet Ajax, what kind of Bounded Fields would she use for her Workshop. Answers were reached, new questions were formed, every minute of her time was put to good use while the first room focused on her physical work. Twenty minutes later and it was finished, one perfectly drawn circle to connect to the Throne of Heroes. Well, it connected to the Holy Grail, which then connected to the Throne of Heroes, but it was practically the same thing.
The catalyst was placed, one fragment of the mighty Ajax's shield. She briefly considered sacrificing Timothy to make sure the summoning went well, but it wouldn't be good if the first thing Ajax saw was a dead child on the ground next to her. Oh well. Liliana clapped her hands together and smiled, time to get the show on the road as the civilians say.
"Oh mighty Throne of Heroes, I beseech thee! Give me my super cool Servant that I want, pretty pretty please! I'll even add cherries on top!"
...well. It was certainly a chant. A minute passed by with nothing happening, no flash of light, no wind whipping about the room. Just Liliana smiling as she bounced on the heels of her feet, whistling while she waited. After it was clear that Liliana wasn't going to do the actual ritual, the Homunculus known as Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern silently sighed from within the Greater Grail. Very well.
It was a quick flash of light, Liliana was blinded as her Command Seals burned onto her hand. Smoke filled the room, which made Liliana more than a little sick. Timothy was fine though, lucky for him that he was sleeping on the floor where there was no smoke. A fire alarm started beeping in the kitchen, she would have to go turn that off as soon as she stopped coughing. But when she opened her eyes, she bared witness to a legend reborn. And that legend was... "Oh! You're absolutely beautiful!" Yes, this was the first thing Liliana said to Ajax the Great, hero of the Trojan War. "You're like, really really pretty!"
Breaking out of the frozen space was a relatively simple task, it was just a matter of pulsing his magical energy to break the entire car free of the hold. No, the real problem came from the matter of the sun in their path. Tesla was not entirely confident in his ability to absorb that much energy at once, nor was he confident that Darius would have a plan to avoid it. Well, it can't be helped. "Disengage now!" Was all Tesla said before he leapt straight out of the car to the left, Disengaging once more. His options were closely observed, it would appear as if the current plan of regrouping at the Church was infeasible. Ah, speaking of the Church. A minor adjustment in the various armaments of his base was made, lightning began to fly towards the Lyaeus assaulting Lucius to try and buy him some time.
Suzaku was commanding his draugr to begin loading themselves into the railgun, hopefully hydra poison would have more of an effect on these damned monsters than lightning did. Regardless of what happened on that front, Tesla began making his way to Fisher's ship in hopes of contributing more there. They had just made quite the blast from what he could tell from his pigeons, they would likely need more power to continue firing on full blast like that.
Altera
"...very well, white titan. This time, allow me to be your death."
Altera did not understand the statement whatsoever, it made absolutely no sense to her. While it wasn't an attempt to confuse her, it was certainly confusing. The bartender was a strange being, a strange being that knew many things about Altera that not even she knew. The Sword of Mars disappeared as she activated her Crest of the Stars once again, dashing from between the two as they tried to close in on her.
She wanted to ask what he meant, she wanted to know so badly. Alas it was not to be, not when her instincts screamed at her to kill the abominations before her. She processed the situation quickly, enhancing her blows with Crest of the Stars seems to have nullified part of her power. Thus, she would have to fight using her own natural strength. Not a problem for her, however her new allies would need to know of this development.
"They take more damage from raw physical combat, they also nullify the impact of weaponry! Fight them hand to hand, crush them in your path to victory!" She called out to those who fought beside her, not that they needed the hint. The woman with the red spear was already on it, fighting the Lyaeus off with little trouble.
Her Crest of the Stars remained active, boosting her speed immensely as she dashed towards the Lyaeus who sought to trap her in a pincer. The first one she had attacked got a quick jab to the throat, a follow up hook was aimed at the second as she dashed in between the two. Her attacks constantly alternated, she would use Crest of the Stars as a quick boost as she jumped from enemy to enemy, assaulting them with various blows from her fists.
"I will not allow you to destroy humanity." It went unsaid that only she could destroy civilization.
Elizabeth Aesworth
Maintaining Berserker could only be described as one thing. Tiring. Nonetheless, she remained cool under pressure despite the constant yelling going on around her. Being cool seemed to power these tacky glasses, thus she would remain as cool as ever. She pulled out a small book from her coat pocket and opened it nonchalantly, connecting to the Clock Tower to report on the situation. They would need all support if they were to survive this.
"This is Elizabeth Aesworth reporting in. We have a worst case scenario on our hands, a world ending threat is imminent if action is not taken quickly. It is currently sealed at the moment, however it has taken hold of several civilians to try and weaken the seal holding it. The monster is an incarnated divine spirit, if it escapes the Heroic Spirits here will not be able to defeat it. It will likely destroy the rest of the world after it has finished us off. Support is required immediately." She adjusted her sunglasses in a cool manner, pushing them onto the bridge of her nose as some unknown light glinted off of them. Cool.
Mourningstar
Mourningstar appreciated the Shield, but there was no time for thanks unfortunately. Her attack on the Goblins has missed, meaning that they were now out for her blood. "Alright everyone, lets start picking them off while they're spread out! The shields look fragile, so try and break them as efficiently as you can." A Wisp that had followed her from the Wispmother's group proved her point handily, striking a shield with a Mana Orb and cracking the shield even further. Unfortunately it was quickly struck down, but the flash of ozone in the air warned of an angry momma.
"Don't attack any of the Wisps either! I don't think they're on our side, but I do know they're certainly not on the Goblin's side!" She moved over to Digbie as she called this out to the group, firing on Rattleskull with a Mana Blade at the same time that Digbie fired his Stone Shot. "Let's keep up the pressure, we outnumber them!"
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