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Aside: the dining hall is serving apple pie and apple pie ice cream this is glorious.
"...Hm. Well, that's certainly a workaround..." Tiral sighed, shaking his head. "My apologies for jumping to such conclusions so quickly, but in any case... Yes, I could do with a more filling meal."

Shrugging his shoulders at Marianne's explanation (which, quite frankly, was a tad abnormal given the usual learning curve of magic of any sort), Tiral noticed that his fellow knight seemed thoroughly embarrassed about the entire ordeal.

Maybe it was time to give it a break. For now, at least. He'd act like he saw nothing for the moment, though, lest he make the situation any worse.

The movement of the giant wolf did startle the mage, though, which caused him to turn towards the source of its spontaneous anger. If it was any case similar to his, then... Well...

Probably just another case of unknown identity. Hopefully, whatever person was over there (he couldn't quite make out any clear features) would either leave or just... Come over and greet them? The longer he waited, the worse the situation might become...
  • Name: Fukuda Kou
  • Age: 17
  • Gender: Male
  • Appearance: Ah? Oh, yeah, sure, I'll be right over.
  • Personality: Kou's the kind of person who's always doing something, be it handling work, reading, running errands, and other such things. He treads the line between extrovert and introvert, though, often never getting too social not too withdrawn. All in all, he's a fairly balanced person who just has a knack for getting things done, one way or the other.
  • Abilities: Kou can create shockwaves by punching or kicking. In theory, he could also make them by shouting, headbutting people, or other such actions that force the movement of air, but it's mainly punching and kicking. Oh, and he can shoot blasts of air with his hands by putting the latter in the shape of a gun and mimicking the motions thereof, recoil and everything.
  • Skills: It wouldn't be too far off to call Kou a jack-of-all-trades in regards to day-to-day life; he can cook, clean, and, strangely enough, is pretty good at parkour, just to name a few. He doesn't excel in any given area, but it's not as if he isn't still looking for something he CAN excel at.
  • Brief Backstory: Kou's just your average high school senior... Except, well, only with the loosest definition of the word 'average' here. He's been abnormally lucky during his life, having had the fortune of randomly winning every minor raffle that he's entered as a kid (which has thus led him to soft-ban himself from entering) and, for some reason, has been particularly lucky when it comes to gacha games of any sort, physical or otherwise. He's been dubbed 'The God of Fortune' by his friends as a result, and they often joke around about how if he does anything luck-based for them, it'll work out. It usually does, but maybe that's just observer bias in the works.
    Kou learned about parkour when his uncle came from overseas one day and showed him the ropes while the two were waiting around at home; the former sprained an ankle in the process, granted, but the experience was fun enough to make him want to practice more. Granted, a cityscape was pretty dangerous to practice in, but thanks to that very same luck he hasn't had very many injuries.
    Still hurts, though, but that's beside the point.
    As a result of this training, though, people occasionally come to him to deliver things, simply because it's much faster to go over buildings than around them. Of course he gets paid for it, though. Sweet slush fund for all those books, games, and sweet, sweet gacha game rolls.
    ...And obviously food and stuff come on now he's not that much of a fool.
  • Name: Fukuda Kou
  • Age: 17
  • Gender: Male
  • Appearance: Ah? Oh, yeah, sure, I'll be right over.
  • Personality: Kou's the kind of person who's always doing something, be it handling work, reading, running errands, and other such things. He treads the line between extrovert and introvert, though, often never getting too social not too withdrawn. All in all, he's a fairly balanced person who just has a knack for getting things done, one way or the other.
  • Abilities: Kou can create shockwaves by punching or kicking. In theory, he could also make them by shouting, headbutting people, or other such actions that force the movement of air, but it's mainly punching and kicking. Oh, and he can shoot blasts of air with his hands by putting the latter in the shape of a gun and mimicking the motions thereof, recoil and everything.
  • Skills: It wouldn't be too far off to call Kou a jack-of-all-trades in regards to day-to-day life; he can cook, clean, and, strangely enough, is pretty good at parkour, just to name a few. He doesn't excel in any given area, but it's not as if he isn't still looking for something he CAN excel at.
  • Brief Backstory: Kou's just your average high school senior... Except, well, only with the loosest definition of the word 'average' here. He's been abnormally lucky during his life, having had the fortune of randomly winning every minor raffle that he's entered as a kid (which has thus led him to soft-ban himself from entering) and, for some reason, has been particularly lucky when it comes to gacha games of any sort, physical or otherwise. He's been dubbed 'The God of Fortune' by his friends as a result, and they often joke around about how if he does anything luck-based for them, it'll work out. It usually does, but maybe that's just observer bias in the works.
    Kou learned about parkour when his uncle came from overseas one day and showed him the ropes while the two were waiting around at home; the former sprained an ankle in the process, granted, but the experience was fun enough to make him want to practice more. Granted, a cityscape was pretty dangerous to practice in, but thanks to that very same luck he hasn't had very many injuries.
    Still hurts, though, but that's beside the point.
    As a result of this training, though, people occasionally come to him to deliver things, simply because it's much faster to go over buildings than around them. Of course he gets paid for it, though. Sweet slush fund for all those books, games, and sweet, sweet gacha game rolls.
    ...And obviously food and stuff come on now he's not that much of a fool.
Hm... We'll see how this goes, I guess.
Tiral returned a knowing smile towards Marianne as the maids got their comeuppance, but that smile soon turned to a frown as his fellow knight explained that she couldn't actually fire lightning at will.
...
What the heck? Weren't there a few steps being skipped there? Like, glaringly obvious steps?!

"So... You're telling me that you can fire a giant spear of lightning, the power of which can rival the power of a battering ram, but not scale it down? Right, I could definitely see that as a problem," the mage said, nodding his head in understanding as he walked over to the circle and pulled his blade out of it. "In that case, this testing can definitely wait. Can't test what you can't test, right?"

Picking the piece of paper off the ground, Tiral walked back over to Marianne and the wolf, thinking to himself about the situation at hand. If he recalled correctly, there was a guest of sorts milling about the halls recently that might be able to help...

Since he had absolutely zero experience with electricity manipulation, asking them might be a good idea. It was either her or Bethany, and given the latter's responsibility and crippling social anxiety, there was probably only one easy choice to make.

"...Well, if you insist, I shall remain for lunch. Maybe we can go seek out someone to help remedy that problem afterwards."
@KoL: As far as I know @ShadowKingman had a claim first.
Just need to find an IC way to get them together.
...
Also posts. Posts would be nice. =3=;;
@KoL: You're telling me. Where did everyone disappear off to? ;w;

Yeah, I wouldn't mind that. Resummoning Servants should be doable too, though things might get too chaotic. Also, Rule Breaker and just bind them to the facility. Clearly.

If the number of RPers present drops significantly, though, I might just rework pairs and retcon to our current point idk lol.
@KoL: No, I noticed the joke. I'm too tired to capitali-
Actually, hold on. I can slip a joke in there.

Edit: Eeeehhhh good enough.
By the way, my school occasionally serves apple pie ice cream.
I'm not even kidding IT'S THE BEST FUCKING THING EVER.
Kumozaki Keisuke

Keisuke glanced at Atalanta as she seemed to take his bait, and so with her not trying to stuff herself full of boar it was now freed up for others to eat from.
Kind of.
This worked well enough for his 'good deed of the day', right? It wasn't as if he did anything like that to begin with, though, but so long as nobody else looked at him or Atalanta with eyes of disdain, then all was well.
The Enforcer did take notice, though, when his Servant casually downed a cup of wine in a single breath. Though casual drinking was all well and fine, he preferred to take things like that at a slower pace. Savor the taste alongside food that paired well with it and all that.
This was probably where the culture gap started to become a bit clearer for him, even though it should have been clear the moment he had summoned a Heroic Spirit in the first place.

The internal monologuing and musing was brought to a quick halt, however, as his Servant promptly took a seat next to him. It caught him by surprise, quite frankly; he was expecting her to take a seat opposite of himself rather than the one she did. Even so, he didn't show any semblance of shock on his face, but instead gave a smile to Atalanta and passed the plate with the slice of pie over to her, a fork leaning against it as he did so.

"That's apple pie, a pastry dish in which apples are sliced up, mixed with a bunch of herbs, spices, and other such ingredients, then baked within a crust until fully cooked. It's a dish best served fresh, and I believe some people prefer to eat it with vanilla ice cream on occasion...? It is quite tasty, but I'll let you try it out for yourself. While it is in the shape of a circle, I'm pretty sure that you don't have to worry about doing any math to get the best out of it."

With his short (and honestly quite rudimentary) summary of the dish complete, Keisuke nodded towards Atalanta before beginning to eat his own meal. A balanced diet was nice and all, but if he was going into unknown territory with an unknown amount of resources, then maybe eating a bit more than usual was the best option.

Sakata Kintoki

"Ah, really? That actually-- Wait, we're in the middle of the ocean?!" Kintoki asked, staring at Svetleaze in disbelief as she mentioned their current location. "That... You serious? That's... That's freaking COOL! I guess we're not on a boat, though, since I ain't feeling the waves under our feet, but hey, the ocean's the ocean. Think that there are those giant squid or whatever outside, then? I'd love to see how they match up to the golden carp."

Casually talking away, Kintoki finished the last of his lamb chops before eyeing a trash can off to the side. With a casual flick of his hands, the Berserker tossed all of the bones straight into it before noting the half-eaten boar now sitting on the table--it had just been blocked by someone and looked as if someone had ACTUALLY bitten into it, to be fair, but hey, who cares? BOAR.

"Well, I guess they did it, huh? I'm gonna go grab some for myself," he said, walking off to look at what was left at the dish. Luckily enough for Kintoki, there was an entire leg of the boar that had yet been untouched. Gripping the bone firmly with one hand and the body with the other, Kintoki tore the leg off with enough force to cause the table to jump. Luckily, nothing fell off in the end, but his strength had been made quite clear now.

Laughing to himself as he eyed the slab of meat now in his possession, Kintoki made his way back to Svetleaze and took a seat near his Master--close enough to be within arm's reach, but far enough so as to not bother her when he began ripping through his food.
Like he had just begun to do, in fact.

Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg

With every Servant now successfully summoned and no imminent threats to the facility at hand, Zelretch casually cracked his knuckles and began to walk towards the exit, only to pause as he noticed a few cockroaches scurrying out of the room after the Masters and Servants that had just left. His otherwise neutral expression now tensed into a bit of a frown, the Wizard Marshal took a look around before noting the only person who could have released such creatures.
...
Well, technically there were two, but the Makiri had no use for roaches when she had not only already left, but also had familiars that exceeded their potential.

"A-HEM."

Clearing his throat quite loudly as he approached Ruben, who appeared to have already sent his Servant out before him. Though he had thought the old man's experience would come in handy teaching the younger generation how to fight, he did not by any means expect him to try and treat this ordeal as if it was a standard Grail War.

"I recommend that you recall those roaches; as you may already know, this facility is spotless due to the insistence of the staff who maintain it. Roaches are not only thoroughly out of place as a result, but the fact that you are sending them off to a feast of food is a mistake in and of itself. Why not join them for a meal? Or would you rather remain here instead?"

Without waiting for a response, Zelretch quietly walked out of the room, slipping off to who-knows-where as the rest of the group did as they wished.
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