@Holy Grail: Closed, mate. Too many people.
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Kumozaki Keisuke
Keisuke smiled as Atalanta responded to his handshake, and though the public introduction was kind of strange, he couldn't find fault in doing so. Her actions immediately thereafter, on the other hand, were a different matter.
"So much for cooperation, huh?" he sighed internally as Atalanta simultaneously gave the Caster respect and took it away. It was certainly a strange set of affairs he had found himself in, but at the very least... They weren't at each other's throats?
Quite frankly, it was more of a Pyrrhic victory than anything else, but the fact that his Servant was already protective of him was kind of unexpected. As far as he knew, Atalanta had been far from the sort of person that would do something like this in mythology...
Was Medea's Noble Phantasm truly worrisome enough to warrant such a reaction? For the sake of everyone else in the room, he certainly hoped as much...
"Er... Well, I appreciate the thought, Atalanta, but... For now, I think we shouldn't antagonize anyone," he suggested, trying to diffuse the situation as best he could without the Wizard Marshal having to step in. "Our job should take precedence for the moment, so I recommend we discuss more on the way to the dining hall. You should know as well as I do that hunting on an empty stomach is dangerous."
Placing his right hand on Atalanta's left shoulder as he turned to leave the room, Keisuke glanced back at Medea and her Master, in hopes that they wouldn't take too much offense to Atalanta's actions.
Sakata Kintoki
"Yep, that's me! Sakata Kintoki, class: Berserker. Your weapon seems pretty cool, Master, but it'd be cool to have some shine on it, y'know? Well, whatever happens, I'm with you all the way!" Kintoki declared, giving a thumbs-up to Svetleaze before looking around the room again. The appearance of a certain fox-eared Servant caused him to raise one of his eyebrows in curiosity. Of course, the aviator shades masked some of the momentary wariness, but the GOLDEN Berserker simply shrugged it off and turned back to his Master.
"Man, though, I'm in the mood for some food; haven't eaten in AGES. You wanna go get some grub right now? I mean, like, assuming you're not waiting for someone or somethin' like that. Your choice."
Kintoki tossed his axe into the air before slipping his hands into his pockets, the axe itself dematerializing as it began to fall. Though he certainly had the strength to carry it around, the thing was still pretty damn heavy to hold onto; if he could help it, punching things to death could do the job in case anything went wrong. Or wrestling. He was pretty good at that, too.
The night went by without incident for Tiral as he continued to sift through the Court Mage's notes, marking up his own as he scanned through them to note anything that could be improved on or adjusted or whatever else was necessary. A rudimentary design for a circle meant for redirecting electricity rather than just negating it had already been written up, and though it was still just a prototype the mage had just enough confidence to think it would work.
Deciding that much was enough for the night, Tiral soon moved to take a bath before going to sleep. There was nothing pressing to attend to tomorrow, at least, so he could experiment well enough then.
The next morning went by quickly for the ice mage as he began to draw up a few variations of the spell, each on a separate piece of paper. His supply had by no means run low as he continued drawing one after the other, but his stomach had certainly grown empty. Only the growling thereof would give him any reason to leave.
It just so happened, though, that his stomach growling was exactly what happened.
"...Oh, what perfect timing..." he complained to himself as he piled up the papers into a single stack. If he was to pick up any food now, he'd probably have to change, right?
...
Yeah, probably. If he was lucky, maybe he'd have a chance to set up the circles and test each one; they weren't all-purpose, but maybe something he could do could mimic it well enough, like a miniature thunderstorm.
Changing into something more presentable in public, Tiral tucked the stack of papers under his arm as he left his room, making a beeline towards the kitchen to try and make himself something to eat.
Or just grab some leftovers, like a piece of bread, to sate himself until dinner came.
With just that in hand, the ice mage ate the food in his hand as he walked through the ground of Candaeln, not paying much attention to much else until he came by the training grounds. The sound of tomatoes splattering against the ground could only mean one thing, though:
Marianne was practicing, as usual.
Though he had planned to go test on his own, the possibility popped into his head to simply ask the knight for whom this countermeasure had been devised towards in the first place. Still munching on the piece of bread, Tiral instead changed course towards the training grounds.
Deciding against interrupting the training as it was, the ice mage simply stood off to the side, waiting for the barrage of tomatoes to cease and for an opportunity to speak to come.
Deciding that much was enough for the night, Tiral soon moved to take a bath before going to sleep. There was nothing pressing to attend to tomorrow, at least, so he could experiment well enough then.
The next morning went by quickly for the ice mage as he began to draw up a few variations of the spell, each on a separate piece of paper. His supply had by no means run low as he continued drawing one after the other, but his stomach had certainly grown empty. Only the growling thereof would give him any reason to leave.
It just so happened, though, that his stomach growling was exactly what happened.
"...Oh, what perfect timing..." he complained to himself as he piled up the papers into a single stack. If he was to pick up any food now, he'd probably have to change, right?
...
Yeah, probably. If he was lucky, maybe he'd have a chance to set up the circles and test each one; they weren't all-purpose, but maybe something he could do could mimic it well enough, like a miniature thunderstorm.
Changing into something more presentable in public, Tiral tucked the stack of papers under his arm as he left his room, making a beeline towards the kitchen to try and make himself something to eat.
Or just grab some leftovers, like a piece of bread, to sate himself until dinner came.
With just that in hand, the ice mage ate the food in his hand as he walked through the ground of Candaeln, not paying much attention to much else until he came by the training grounds. The sound of tomatoes splattering against the ground could only mean one thing, though:
Marianne was practicing, as usual.
Though he had planned to go test on his own, the possibility popped into his head to simply ask the knight for whom this countermeasure had been devised towards in the first place. Still munching on the piece of bread, Tiral instead changed course towards the training grounds.
Deciding against interrupting the training as it was, the ice mage simply stood off to the side, waiting for the barrage of tomatoes to cease and for an opportunity to speak to come.
@ADamnFiddle: Mate, did you not read what I said up there? =3=;;
Seriously, though. Enough.
Seriously, though. Enough.
Okay.
Let's kill the US politics chat here. I get that it's important, but discussing it here's not going to make the situation any better.
Focus on the RP; we're here to relax and have fun writing, not get worked up over this sorta thing.
Let's kill the US politics chat here. I get that it's important, but discussing it here's not going to make the situation any better.
Focus on the RP; we're here to relax and have fun writing, not get worked up over this sorta thing.
@Beloss: Wrong. Nuadha used Airgetlam and Claimh Solas. It's Lugh we need here.
Well, so long as it's fixed.
Also.
Might wanna fix that.
Also.
She had not a single shred of what could be considered a
Might wanna fix that.
@ADamnFiddle: Yo breh.
Cu's Master isn't a homunculus. js. She's legit a little kid.
Also, all that exposition at the start...
A tad late for that, isn't it? lol
Cu's Master isn't a homunculus. js. She's legit a little kid.
Also, all that exposition at the start...
A tad late for that, isn't it? lol
Kumozaki Keisuke
Keisuke coughed a bit as he accidentally breathed in some of the smoke, attempting to wave more of it away so he could get a clearer view of his Servant. With the smoke finally settling down, the Enforcer could now make out the faint outline of whate-
...
Were those cat ears? And a tail?!
"...Ah... So it did..." he thought to himself as the Servant in question immediately poked him with a question--two, in fact--while everyone else seemed to be dealing with a customary 'Are you my Master' sort of thing?
...
Well, he could work with this. The Wizard Marshal was placing emphasis on teamwork and jolly cooperation and whatnot, and at the very least their relationship would kick off a lot less formally. After everything was said and done, Keisuke didn't like holding authority over others, anyhow.
"Ah... It's... A bit complicated. Rather than a standard war for the Holy Grail, all these Servants have been summoned to deal with some issues across time and space, because of some strange singularities and multiple Grails altering the flow thereof... Or so I've been told. You can make of that as you will," he attempted to explain, nervously rubbing the back of his head. "Apparently, the threat's big enough to summon all of these Heroic Spirits at once, so... I guess it's a good thing we're not at each other's throats here, or else half of us would be lying in a giant pool of blood right now."
With a bit of half-forced laughter, Keisuke's gaze immediately refocused on his Servant, whose name he still hadn't exactly picked up on.
"Right, my name's Keisuke. Kumozaki is my family name, but given the language, just Keisuke is fine. It's a pleasure to be working with you," he said, extending his right arm for a handshake.
"...We should move to get some food, though. Zelretch wanted us to eat and move off to the bottom floor so we could handle our first job... Whatever that is..."
Sakata Kintoki
With a grand flourish and a giant explosion of smoke, the summoning circle in front of Svetleaze seemed to glow a golden yellow as the incantation finished. It only took so long before the Servant within took form, and with electricity now crackling through the air and around his weapon, it was no wonder that things seemed so... Flashy.
"Yo, miss. Certainly a strange way to summon, huh?" the Servant asked, casually glancing around the room to see the plethora of other Servants formally completing their contracts. "Well, whatever. With me around, everything's gonna be just golden. So, uh... How did it go again? Oh, right, right. Are you my Master?"
With a broad smile, Kintoki looked at Svetleaze, his axe swung over his shoulder as he attempted to look as cool as he possibly could.
...
Well, as cool as he could look in his head.
Quite likely, yes.
I need a 5* Archer and a 5* Assassin now to round out the set so qwq.
Semiramis pls? owo;;
I need a 5* Archer and a 5* Assassin now to round out the set so qwq.
Semiramis pls? owo;;
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