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Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

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Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Maurius Oscuro, Master of Berserker

Maurius Oscuro

Character

Gender: Male
Age: 29
Height/Weight: 5’11/167lbs
Birthplace: Florence, Italy

The sort of pretentious “art for art’s sake” weirdo that you met in college and absolutely loathed, the kind who does things just to “make a statement” but won’t disclose what the hell that statement is or means. Despite his family history and the particulars of his craft he gives off the impression of the sort who believes that art is about getting a reaction rather than creating something beautiful.

His manner towards others is curt and professional but rarely inviting, and were it not for his humor he would likely be described as cold. Nevertheless he is a reliable acquaintance who can be counted on to return favors within reason, even favors he did not ask for, but a somewhat lacking friend who has little desire for non-professional contact. As such his standing in the Mage’s Association is genuinely a matter of talent, as his own reach and desire for upwards mobility through politics is practically non-existent.

Whether from a lack of trust in others, refusal to show that basic weaknesses inherent to being human, or perhaps simply wishing to seem aloof and mysterious, his public face prevents him from finding deep companionships. Even in times of great stress his outward manner towards even his closest associates is to claim everything is fine and act with a calm and pleasant demeanor. Despite interest from other parties both sincere and political he has made no attempt at courtship, a fact no doubt also related to his unwillingness to open up to others.

His approach to things other than people could be described most simply as “meticulous yet passionate”. He is fastidious and measured in most actions he undertakes, but prone to impulsiveness in ‘correcting course’ when things don’t line up with his plans in an effort to force things into working out. He is sensitive to setbacks but generally unable to appreciate successes, the sort who is too busy moving forward to stop and smell the flowers.

This refusal to show weakness or vulnerability to others and the unrelenting drive in his work are most likely both rooted in a prodigal childhood and the fear of having plateaued early. His status as the celebrated next great genius of the family in this most pivotal point of their great pursuit no doubt greatly exacerbates this complex.

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Skills

Genius Pianist: Maurius is a prodigal level genius of not only musical magecraft but of music itself. There could be no doubt that if he was not born into the world of mages that he would instead merely be collecting a fortune as a concert musician of some worldwide renown for his ability to both play and compose at an almost unheard of level.

Amateur Calligrapher: A skill born of boredom during the writing and titling of sheet music, a petty distraction to make rote-work beautiful. He is self taught and while he cannot create calligraphy on a level that one would call truly beautiful the flourish to his inking has a definitely pleasing flair to it.

Expert Sommelier: A discerning taste for wine, especially that which would be considered rare or valuable. Maurius’ tongue is capable of the most accurate appraisals when it comes to alcoholic beverages, often down to the vineyard. Definitely not the result of stress induced alcoholism and expensive tastes.

High Speed Aria(Pianist): A result of his prowess with the Piano. Since Maurius is able to play in double or even triple time and he substitutes music for chanting for his particular brand of magecraft the implication is obvious. Spells can be completed much faster than by a normal magus, so long as he has a keyed instrument to perform them with.

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Magecraft

Circuit Quantity: B
Circuit Quality: B
Affinity: Wind
Attributes: Conversion, Amplification

Musical Magecraft: The current form of the Oscuro family craft takes its inspiration from the baroque period of music, where it reached its height as a balance of practical and mystic before the sharp decline in mystery that came with more publically accessible forms divorced from the church. It is a tradition steeped in a particular cultural and thematic idea of both music and faith, bearing an inherent connection to multiple strong foundations.

Deep hypnosis and lasting mental interference can be set into motion in listeners that are nigh impossible to resist as long as they remain in audible range, and may continue to have a prolonged effect well after the fact. He utilizes both the themes and motifs in Baroque era sacred music and the ability to comprehend the unspoken language of the heavens to compose his spellcraft as the song of angels, thus anywhere his music can be heard is “a sanctuary where Angels watch over him”. With the proper tools he is able to express sounds that near true platonic perfection by mimicking the tones of heavenly bodies in motion, an evocation of vice and virtue in an almost primal yet utterly civilized form.

Maurius is able to induce forced mental states to cause intense and overwhelming awe, dread, fear, piety, calmness, obedience, and other similar effects. It is even possible to compose music from powerful ideas and symbols which can then be conveyed and enacted directly within the minds of listeners. Prolonged exposure can lead to complete brainwashing and hallucinations across multiple senses beyond just the auditory and destruction of the ego or even the spirit itself is possible with sufficient volume.

In a less subtle vein of course Maurius can simply use that same attribute to produce sounds that rend the life from his listeners. Such methods care nothing for the target’s strength of mind in favor of simply maiming the body with sheer volume, circuits be damned! In fact, the scale of this application can go beyond merely breaking fragile living things, any material that is poorly equipped to handle intense vibration can be destroyed with enough volume and extended exposure.

While the playing of an instrument or the singing of song are the most effective methods to access his magecraft any manner of forming audible notes will suffice for this purpose due to his attribute of amplification. Musical magecraft uses soundwaves as a vector, meaning that while a Magus would normally be nigh immune to similar hypnotic effects they are affected exactly the same as a normal human being without circuits, and therefore must be counteracted directly.

Astrology and Divination: The knowledge that forms the basis of the “Angel Song” magecraft is rooted deeply in Astrology, the study of heavenly bodies through the cosmos playing an obvious role in their calculations of the music of the spheres. Since such intimate knowledge of the system was already required for their calculations the art of divination was already handily within grasp.

While once they were beholden to star charts or the night’s sky for making their predictions that is no longer necessary since they have calculated, recorded, and reproduced the tones of the heavenly bodies, eschewing traditional methods for their own brand of divination. A divination can be made by cross-checking the resonance of those sounds against each other to determine the positions, and from there a divination can be made simply by ear. The result is ultimately identical, despite the unconventional approach, since it is ultimately the same data.

Gem Magecraft: The storing of magical energy into a physical form utilizing the conversion attribute (namely and obviously a gem or crystal) for later use, thus allowing more force to be brought to bear more quickly than normal channeling… Or that is the normal use. For the Oscuro family it has been used to record and store their musical magecraft, storing and then releasing formulated sound or even whole songs upon the release of energy from the gem. This is the basis of their grand work as a family, and is used extensively in the creation of their mystic codes.

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Mystic Codes

Stairway to Heaven: An array of eleven thin rectangular crystals each of a different color, sans one that is entirely transparent and one that is jet black and speckled with silver and gold, all polished to a near mirror shine. When not otherwise contained they will naturally approximate themselves in the shape of a keyboard with an amount of space between each colored crystal that displays a clear but non-obvious pattern and a series of projected “ether crystals” filling in the gaps. This keyboard shape will even defy gravity to maintain itself, allowing for the assembly to float, and has some level of malleability to be rearranged as to be ergonomic as long as the basic form is maintained. Laying dormant the keys emit a dull almost inaudible hum and when struck even lightly both the true and false crystals emit a clean sound, each different than another, with the volume of that sound directly proportional to how hard they are struck… But these are just the obviously observable qualities of this mystic code, not it’s actuality.

No. Thus this is not merely some pretty flying crystal piano, it is a beyond priceless item financed by nearly a millennium of resources and the combined efforts of every family head dating back over four hundred years, when it was converted into its current form, and then another few hundred before that as it’s raw crystal predecessor. Even more than their crest, this mystic code is the true sign of the Oscuro family’s magecraft.

Each of these keys is the work of a previous family head and is the mathematically perfected “sound” of a heavenly body inscribed on a gem of the highest possible quality to forever preserve that sound. The true geniuses of the Oscuro line provided the planets and stars of import as their magnum opus, an entire lifetimes work of intense genius on a single colored crystal, while the various lesser stars between were filled in to the speckled black crystal, aka the Empyrean Key, several at a time by their less talented in-betweens.

By invoking the song of heavenly bodies a near bottomless font of possibility can be tapped, affixing great meaning and import to the magecraft cast by using the instrument and amplifying it tremendously by its perfect imitation of “an angel’s song” and establishing the quality of “this is the sound of heaven, thus angels exist here”, a step well above the paler imitations possible with lesser instruments. Familiar music becomes unheard of and unhearable sound borne of the air in heaven, a transcendent form of magecraft that exceeds any and all others in it’s class. Even when played without purpose the sounds of heaven in motion can be heard cleanly and clearly, their unstoppable movements through the cosmos speaking a quiet yet deafening tale of the future and the unstoppable march of time which can be understood by those with an ear for it.

The final incomplete key, the heavenly body of “The Sun”, is the final step in its completion that will allow the Oscuro family’s musical magecraft to reach [ ].

Velvet Spacetime: A large black leather suitcase with metal reinforced edges and a soft velvet lining with a star print. The case is sound proofed which prevents its contents from being influenced by, or influencing, others by way of sound. Due to this fact it is the primary container for Stairway to Heaven, as the dull hum of the keys trapped inside of the soundproofed box creates a space that is “heaven”, which serves to preserve the quality of mystery possessed by the other mystic code.

Black Sun: A coal-black crystal that matches the shape of those from the mystic code Stairway to Heaven, though its surface seems to reject light wholly. Originally it was a part of the other mystic code hundreds of years ago, but with the coming of the heliocentric theory and the shift in belief in the order of the cosmos the plan for the “final key” was changed from Earth to The Sun. As such the existing Sun key was decommissioned, a massive setback both financially and intellectually for the Oscuro family.

To safely remove it from the cycle and prevent it from inadvertently remaining a part of the system its power was inverted. It is symbolically an un-sun, a center of a universe that contains nothing and gluttonously seeks to be filled, Its interior is an endless silent vacuum that eats sound and light and gives back nothing. To be touched by it is to be rendered deafeningly silent and silently deaf, though with direction it can also strip away other qualities. Those under its effect are barred from all outside sound to the point that your own heartbeat is deafening and maddening in your ears, though with some finesse and the proper knowledge of celestial music its power of silence can instead be directed and controlled.

It is most commonly used in the maintenance of Stairway to Heaven, stripping away any collected noise or other unwanted adherents, and to establish a “true silence” in the area before it is played. It is usually carried in the breast pocket of his suit.

Music Boxes, seven count: Music boxes powered by a mana-filled crystal capable of producing standard notes. They can read a specially prepared music disc and in so doing enact any musical magecraft composed upon the disc. The crystal stores enough mana to play a maximum of roughly twenty four hours of music at 'a standard volume expected of a music box' but may be prolonged or shortened by tweaking the volume. After being expended the crystal must be recharged.

Fucking Wine Glasses: A set of twelve high quality crystal wine glasses. Everyone knows the vessel influences the drink, for maximum enjoyment pure crystal is a must.Oh, right, I suppose this isn’t really a mystic code is it? Well, let’s just insist that it’s important to the Oscuro family magecraft.

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Weakness

A Near Complete Lack of Defense: Outside of a few specific compatibility clashes that go in his favor Maurius has no effective way to deal with the attacks of a magus with anywhere near his own destructive potential. In an open confrontation if he is not able to win decisively with his alpha strike there is very little he can do to stop most forms of retaliation. As such he relies pretty much completely on his offensive power to invalidate the need for a defense.

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Family History

The Oscuro family of mages was born to Italy in the year 1196, when well-to-do musician Maurus Oscuro discovered and was summarily indoctrinated into mage society through contact with a well connected patron who recognized his potential as a magus. Rapid upwards momentum through that same society followed due to prodigal talent and freehanded capital, and their status within the modern Mages Association remains firmly in the upper echelons to this day.

Given his pre-magus talents it should come as no surprise that for over eight hundred years the Oscuro Family’s specialization is musical magecraft, and their primary pursuit in search of the root through sacred song harmonizing with heavenly bodies. The original pursuit of this end was through the vocalized singing of sacred music as its own form of aria.

In this pursuit a series of guide crystals were created to measure and contain the sounds of the planets and stars in heaven, as a sort of tuning aid for these specialized aria, and act as a model of heaven with the singer standing in the center (the location of the Earth in this model).

Vast fortunes were poured into obtaining crystals of a high enough quality and hundreds of years worth of accumulated wealth gone towards their procurement. As such only the most talented of family heads were allowed to inscribe their work upon them. This left those in-between un-geniuses dedicated wholly to rote maintenance work and filling in less important star charts while they sold their services to try and recoup the costs of the project.

Unfortunately due to the inconsistent ability to produce a family head with the proper vocal talents for three successive generations the family practice shifted away from this with the advent of keyed instruments (IE the harpsichord) roughly four hundred years ago, and this form was emulated in their restructured pursuits as they created the “Stairway to Heaven” from the old system’s components.

Within the same century they would be forced to decommission the sun crystal, as the advent of the heliocentric theory and its increasing traction would render the extant model of the cosmos incorrect, further setting their pursuits back a second time.

Where it not for the efforts of the most talented magus in the history of the family, a man who would no doubt hold the rank of Brand in the mages association had he ever been anything but the rudest and least political man on the face of the earth, the family’s pursuit of the root would likely have had to more or less start over completely. This was, incidentally, the same man who would inscribe the crystal of Venus and Mercury, the only head to produce two crystals within one lifetime and arguably the two of most import as well setting aside the now un-created Sun.

Since then little noteworthy progress has been made. Though the charting of lesser stars has been completed the family has stalled, and they eagerly await the coming of a second once in a millenia genius to complete their great works and complete the “Stairway to Heaven” so that they may play the song that reaches the root. In fact the stall in progress was demoralizing enough that the family head sought to consult the blindingly bright Mozart to attempt to breakthrough late in the year 1971, only to lose the chance when his appointment fell through due to Mozart’s early passing.

With the vain and ironic idea that things start where they end the most recent son of the Oscuro line was named Maurius, after the first son of the line, with the hopes that he may close the circle. So far he has shown every mark of excellence possible, a true child prodigy grown into a man of determined purpose and capable mind.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Hai hai hai HAI! Sorry for the delay on reporting in but I am that master that @Red Alice mentioned, me and BAHSAHKAH will be submitting our sheets within the next day or so, we're just ironing out the last few kinks!

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Sailing Through the Air... Again

No sooner than her blade had sunk in did she hear the sound, the echoes of a single but familiar word and the air-rending sound of hurricane force winds. Rho Aias shattered and Shuten was sent tumbling into the air end over end, saved from the fatal onslaught of the new foes attack by her own slain enemies shield but not from the enormous afterblast of pure wind... And thus deprived of her meal!She shrieked in raw fury as she tumbled away end-over-end and towards the river...

But she recognized that attack too, and even now as she was flung bodily through the air she was smart enough to know full well this was not something she could easily trust Orochi to deal with unsupervised. It would be better to dismiss him now than to let him be slain. "OTOU-SAN, AWAY!" The enormous beast exploded into greasy black smoke, twisting and writhing through the air like a million tiny snakes before fading away. All that was left behind was eight little drops of Shuten's own blood, their divinity consumed by the summoning. A catalyst not entirely mundane, for it was the blood of an oni, but far less potent than if it had been straight from the source- or Orochi himself.

She crashed into the water like a tiny missile, sinking nearly to the bottom of the riverbed. She would not come up, her form astralized before it ever left the water. It was time to go check up on Ana, and figure out what this new tree nonsense was about. Maybe he would have some good news to cheer her up after this awful little farce of a battle!

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<moving to the river, then if no interference back to the Lucus Workshop>
@vocab@addamas@Art of Fun

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Sailing Through the Air

Oh he had really dug himself in, Orochi really did have him pinned completely. His vain attempt to repel the phantasmal beast with raw strength was certainly amusing, but in a brute force contest of true strength versus strength no one would beat that thing. Still, even as an enemy Shuten deeply admired both that strength, even if it was insufficient, and the grit it took to stand your ground with such ferocity... It was a shame that he was too mad for even an Oni to befriend.

But her flight was almost over and there was no time for idle thought and fanciful consideration. As Shuten sailed through the air she turned a single flip and twisted her body as she sailed over Rho Aias. A quick brutal swing of her sword with all that ungodly strength shifted her momentum into a buzzsaw like down ward spiral. She streaked towards earth with terrifying speed and power, a whirling vortex of purple gold and silver that would quickly turn red as she cleanly bisected Ajax from crown to root.

She landed in a neat crouch as the blood on her sword sizzled and turned black. The enormous dose of poison delivered to the ajax-shaped cadaver caused the flesh to slough and melt off the bones as it fell in half, and then into more and more pieces as the tendons followed suit. The thunderous sounds of Serpent wailing against Shield ended abruptly as the shield dissipated, their connection informing the great serpent that there was no longer a need to rail against the proud but foolish mortal.

The Oni licked her lips. "The firmness is exquisite, I can tell just by looking, but I hope they have a pleasing texture..."

@Vocab

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Correcting the Timeline

Well, it seems even Orochi isn't THAT Strong!

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...And as the mouth closed the spear carried clean through and exited the back of Orochi's head, narrowly missing Shuten Douji herself as the great beast halted and crashed to earth. Shuten of course, did not just stop, her eyes flew wide as she was unceremoniously flung high into the air with all the continued momentum. Despite the obvious setback she was smiling, eyes full of laughter. "Silly Otou-san... You have such a big appetite fufufu~ It's not the Grass Cutting Sword you know~!" She called out with a giggle as the head she was riding previously crashed to the ground.

Of course that is one head, and there were eight. The difference, seven, had crashed into the shield with open venomous maws and bore down on it with all the force of an angry god. One by one the layers of Ajax's shield were breaking down under their might and the damage therein, while lessened, was transferred to him. "Oh I see, you've picked up a taste Ox is that it~? Fufu~But this one is all dried out~! You'll have tp really chew on it hard to soften it up first!" If the defense were to let up for even a split second he would be crushed nigh-instantly, an effective pin.

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CLARIFICATION OF PREVIOUS POST'S ACTUAL OUTCOME AS PER GM RULING
IGNORE MARKED TEXT FROM NON-CANON "Shuten Oneshots Ajax" TIMELINE
@vocab

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Riding the Dragon
(Wait!? But she is a Berserker!)

Just some Quality Time with Otou-san
while Darling does a little Gardening!

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What should have been a fearsome battle was over instantly, an even match irreversibly tilted in an instant. The King of the Oni and the Strongest Man of All Greece* going head to head with a ferocity that was beyond the full force of such already extraordinary beings... But something was amiss. The climactic impact between two Noble Phantasms that would set the tone for the ensuing fight spelled the end of the confrontation between the Berserker of Greece and the Berserker of Mount Ooe... But that omits all the relevant details.

Normally the great charge of the godly serpent would stall, even if it could break through the mightiest of shields it could not do so before the man standing behind it could mount another defense... But that was before the balance was broken by the actions of Shuten's master. The Tree, tree with a capital T, was something altogether impossible in this day and age. A boundless source of Mana from the age of Gods, capital m mana and capital g gods, that flooded her system with more energy of a higher purity than she could ever dream of having access to. If Ana's own weakness had been holding her back, and it had, this was the inverse of that.

Shuten and Orochi charged forward headless of the flung spear, and the serpent head she perched upon opened it's great jaws and effortlessly swallowed down the weapon. An attack that should be fatal for almost any servant was nullified completely by the great god of Mount Ooe's hungry toothy maw. That same maw that would crash down on Ajax and end his life before he could even come to understand exactly what had just happened.

But even that was not so simple, for that head was only one of eight and lagging behind the rest to boot! Seven more heads proceeded it. One after another in turn each head of the great serpent sank their teeth into the shield with strength no servant could ever dream of, stripping away all seven layers of protection and leaving their prey exposed.

This was something that could be described technically a sequence of separate events that unfolded one after another but only technically. the attacks came so close together with such coordination that even for the purposes of a servant with something like for example Eye of the Mind would only have the barest and most useless notion that these attacks were not in fact simultaneous. The one attack in that nigh-simultaneous sequence that did not target the projected shield was of course that the head Shuten had embarked upon, and by extension Shuten herself.

Orochi tilted it's head just slightly to the side as it moved in through the breach in Ajax's defenses and his maw closed violently over the shield itself, and in the process most of Ajax's body. It was over, he was pinned in its monstrous jaws and his shield-arm, legs, and torso were crushed into bloody paste that in no way resembled human. Before the shock of such an action could even set in the helmeted head that stuck up awkwardly between the phantasmal beast's great teeth was severed instantly by Shuten's sword, swung haph-hazardly and with a frown.

Shuten sat down with a pout, legs and arms both crossed as she began to whine. "Otou-sa~~~n... You ruined the meal for everyone else. It's like you want to starve your poor daughter!" Orochi merely swallowed in response, solidifying his role as a subpar father figure.

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*Not the strongest hero of Greece, merely the strongest mortal man... but what is Ruler-san up to anyways?

EDITED TO STRIKE THROUGH ALL INVALIDATED DATA AS PER GM RULING,
SECOND POST INCOMING WITH GM APPROVAL TO FIX THE TIMELINE

@vocab@art of fun

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, In the Wake of the Greatest Storm

-Ultimate Attack Foiled, Boyfriend is a Weenie, Sobriety Level Still Unacceptable-
-A G G R A V A T I O N L E V E L S C R I T I C A L-

This was supposed to be a show of force. A quick and summary execution in a display of blinding power and incandescent fury. The solidification of her new boyfriend's role as the god of thunder in this new age... But that had all gone quite wrong. Quite entirely and terribly wrong. Worse yet, the soft boned fake-Zeus had already ran off, completely spent in just one attack! ...Well, the obvious jokes are in poor taste, but what Shuten thinks of such things should be fairly clear.

Still, they could have their little couple's spat about his quick shooting later, it would be better for their relationship if Berserker calmed down a bit first before talking with her darling about this mess. Teeth clenched and ground audibly and nails dug into that pale white palm, staining it red as she watched him go. Furious eyes trailed away from the retreating Archer towards the interloping Berserker, to Tesla's unknowing savior, the sacrificial lamb that would absolve the Archer of Lightning of Shuten's wrath for his retreat.

But even infuriated her eyes opened wide in shock. No. This thing was not like Archer or that faint memory of a memory of Caster where she could simply pummel her foes into the dirt with brute force. No this thing even put Saber to shame with its raw power, these bones were almost as firm as her most beloved... This was not a fight that could be won by just swinging her sword recklessly. A smile crossed her lips as she raised an open bloody palm towards the Berserker.

"Finally... A chance to dance with all the savage grace befitting of my station... but first, an introduction." A finger with it's bloodied nail curled inward, as if beckoning him forward, and a drop of crimson trailed off towards the dirt. It tumbled through the air in red, and then a very sudden black. The surface of that tiny drop of blood began to shudder and the world itself seemed to shudder with it, as if that falling drop of blood was a swirling microcosm of destruction waiting to be born, waiting to tear the very air around it asunder with untold fury. "...My name is IBUKI DOUJI!" She had not merely uttered her name, she had incanted an unmistakable deceleration of a heroic spirit's identity. This was the Berserker of Mount Ooe's Noble Phantasm.

And of course as befitting of such her words had no chance to fade or reverberate, they were swallowed by a multi faceted roar that echoed through Miyama. Just as that single drop of bitter black blood spattered against the ground it exploded with sound and fury unheard of by any mortal beast. The head of a shadowy writhing serpent many times larger than Shuten herself burst forth from that single drop, flying towards the enemy Berserker with a speed and strength many times that of Shuten's own and venomous fangs barred wide.

It was not alone for that was not the first drop to fall, and the earth shook as six more sprung up from beneath the ground to coil and converge upon Berserker's location. The seven heads assaulted from multiple sides, not just behind but even above and below. With snapping fanged mouths slavering poison and a perfect coordination that could only be possible if they were of one mind they would tear the other Berserker limb from limb in the blink of an eye.

The eighth came from beneath Shuten herself, her feet planted firmly on its head as it carried her forward, sword drawn and face alight with a mix of terrible fury and profound happiness that only an Oni could truly be at peace with. "...SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?" Even if he could have answered, would he live long enough to get the words out?

@vocab@floodtalon

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, In Someone Else's Workshop

-Nap ruined, Sobriety Levels Unacceptable, Aggravation Rising-

A pile of purple silk in the corner shifted and let out an audible grumble as her beloved's loudmouth master stormed in shouting. Roll roll, curl, ears covered, but it was too late. As he exposited the situation upon his team the little berserker in the corner's ability to simple roll over and go back to sleep rapidly diminished. All the pleasant dreams were chased from her head, she was wide awake and disgustingly... Sober.

She stood suddenly, back arching as she stretched and let out a big yawn. Against her will she had collected just enough of the details to form a plan of action. Disturbance. Caster. Miyama. Whatever. After the situation was dealt with surely she could curl drink herself back into napville without fear of any other interruptions... "Mmmnnn... We'll just kill them. Come on..."...With her sweetheart! Who could resist the sleepy grumbly call of the cute little oni?

Well resistance was futile anyways. Come on was not a suggestion, she was already headed towards Tesla with a dopey, sleepy, and markedly dangerous look on her face, like a wild starving animal approaching its prey. She simply shoulder checked him(NOT at full Oni strength) and slung him over her shoulder like a sack of barley. Not a second later she had leapt... CRASH! Straight through the window.

There were no stops on the Shuten Douji line, a prana bursted trip straight to Miyama in just a handful of leaps. Tesla could figure out exactly how he intended to deal with the situation despite his current state on the way there. Shuten had already decided he was the brains of this operation and besides, she was too sober to be thinking that hard. Certainly her sweet heart, a man so mighty as to capture the heart of an oni, had already slept off that minor injury.

And if not, well, there was no shortage of concerned witnesses from Tesla's little alliance that could follow and help smooth things over if they were worried about him.

@floodtalon@EnterTheHero@reflection@scallop@kyoka@yukitamas

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Shinto Town
-HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE-

She expected that to be the end of it, she could practically taste the kiss on her lips, but instead the air crackled with static. Her eyes went wide, her hand was already in the chest cavity when the air blossomed with all the heat and fury of the god of thunder and Shuten's heart skipped a beat. Even at the last possible second he was vital, squirming with life and purpose in the face of deat. Oh this most certainly was not infatuation at all, this was true love.

A surge of raw mana flooded her body and Shuten's hand jerked sharply up just before leaving the hole it had created, and her other hand pulled back roughly. Crack. Snap. Crunch. As the blast drove their bodies apart, hers reinforced by pure mana and his oh-so-frail, she pulled his arm clean off with the one hand and jerked a sizable chunk of the left side of his rib cage out with the other. A shame there would be no fountain of gore to decorate this occasion, all cooked off instantly in the flash of lightning.

She landed, kimono in smoldering tatters and flesh streaked with electrical burns but otherwise not much worse for wear due to her Mana Burst. Both hands were full, but her beloved had demonstrated that he did in fact have a spine. As she watched his body land in the river she called out, waving with his own arm in a grotesque show of her enthusiasm for her newfound love. "Sweetheart, you really went all out! I hope our next date is even more exciting Fufufu~!" Next date? Did she really expect him to survive? Of course she did, anyone who would spit in death's face while drunk on an Oni's wine would come back for their arm.

She went to take a loud crunching bite out of the arm, gore trailing messily down her lips as she swallowed a mouthful of warm electrically-charred meat and splintered bone. "...Just Remember, you belong to me now... Down to the very marrow of your bones~!" She sounded almost rabidly happy as she called down the river to Archer as he was carried away, a voice that was singsong and energetic despite her normally lethargic nature.

They say a good meal is better with the ones you love.

@floodtalon