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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Edge of Foreigner's Lowlands.

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Gilles glanced towards the direction of the pub, a soldier notifying him of that Saber's words.

"Master! I've gotten information! The source of this oppressive feeling is-"

Everywhere.

His skin was crawling; it seemed like that thing had suddenly multiplied all around him. No, those feelings were weaker, but nonetheless still oppressive. Whatever it was, it seemed powerful enough to influence the world far beyond it. Perhaps an even more powerful being than he himself was, a simple Marshal of France. But...

A wave of blonde hair, an indignant expression, her mouth opened, but he knew what she was going to say before she even spoke.

"It is from the pub across the river."

Relaying as much information as he could to Elizabeth, including what he was feeling right now and what he thought was happening. Namely the myriads of feeling rushing towards them, like a wave of English knights about to trample a regiment of archers.

Grabbing a flag from a freshly materialized soldier, Gilles stuck it in the floor, perhaps a simple and meaningless gesture. A claim on the territory, a bold proclamation that this place was now his, conquered and taken by his own hands. But it did raise his spirits up, and his own flag bearing his own coat of arms sporting the fleur-de-lis proudly should be visible enough for any other ally to see to rally around. Of course, that meant the large tall very visible flag would also be seen by those things. But...

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles de Rais
Hotspring Meeting, Foreigner's Lowlands.

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Not even he, under such a thing as the Mad Enhancement, could deny that feeling. Or perhaps it was because of it that he reacted so strongly.

Gilles had stayed silent during the meeting, the same as his Master, pondering the events that happened, as well as the words slung about the place. Even without the Master speaking up, that feeling hit Gilles like a lance from a charging knight. He stood up abruptly, his face darkened by concern.

"Master, I apologize, but I must attend to this first. Tis a foul feeling I had, one no doubt they will have also felt. A dangerous being no doubt bent upon destroying this land."

Nay, he would not let this one go. Not when the people, the civilians, the men, women, and children, were in danger. Whatever it was would not be discriminate in its rampage he could feel. Seeing his Master no doubt still shocked at the development, he trusted enough in the sanctity of the meeting for it to be safe, leaving her there like she wanted.

Almost flying out of the building and wrecking all the doors he touched, Gilles moved quickly towards the highest point that he could see; a tall multistoried building nearby another section of the city. Reaching the top, he stood grimly upon the ledge scanning the area, as about 14 men stood behind him, none wearing the same clothing. Mercenaries, wearing the usual gambeson, chain and helm, each one wielding vastly different weapons. Mercenaries were plentiful during Gilles time after all, and many fought on both the English and French sides.

"Find it."

It was all he said, but it was enough for his men. There was nothing else that could be 'it' besides the source of that feeling, after all. They spread as quickly as they can, spreading around the area as they searched for any sort of anomaly that might produce such a feeling.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles De Rais

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"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. And that's a conservative estimate. 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."

He nodded. A secret ritual that had somehow sprawled out of control, involving thousands of innocent lives, as well as disrupting the peace of the land. Such craven behaviour, such villainy. Gilles could see why he was summoned; such mistaken behaviour should be stopped immediately, to save any more lives from being put into the flames of battle. So his cause was a righteous one, and his was to be the sword of justice upon these scoundrels.

"Then so be it. We shall end these wrongdoings as soon as possible. No more lives must be lost."

Noticing something, his hand went to his sword immediately, before he noticed the odd bird waddling towards them. Noting it was just there to deliver some sort of invitation, his posture relaxed.

"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."

Nodding, he picked her up as if she was naught but a feather, and gave a mighty leap towards their destination, his purple cloak billowing madly around him.

"What did the small bird tell you, Master? Is the enemy to be this way?"

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Servant Berserker, Gilles De Rais

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The summoning did not bring with it much pomp, simply a brilliant light, shining in oddly headache inducing hues as the cloaked figure rose up from the circle. A tall slightly scrawny man, with pale skin and black hair stood before the summoner, though his figure was concealed by the purple cloak he wore. There was an air of pride around him, in the way he stood, and how his right hand restly lightly upon his sword. While perhaps not the most gallant of figures, or an image of what one would envision a knight, it was clear he was an experienced veteran of many battles.

"I am Gilles De Rais, Marshal of France. Are you to be my Master? Then France's mighty army shall follow you in my command."

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

Gilles' brow furrowed slightly at that. "Berserker, you say? Perhaps there was some sort of mistake. I'd thought I was summoned as a Saber, but that matters not." He dismissed it easily, as if it did not bother him the slightest. "For I have been summoned to serve you, and serve you I shall. I assure you, Master, that I am perfectly sane and coherent."

Noting what she said next, Gilles nodded, standing up slightly straighter. "But if it is as you say, then let us make haste. There would be hell to pay should innocent blood be spilled whilst my banner fly high."

For a moment, the image of a blonde woman, almost shining in her brilliance, appeared in his mind, holding aloft a flag. That's right, the Saint would never forgive me if I let innocents be harmed knowingly.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker Gilles

Name: Gilles de Rais

Title(s): Marshal of France

Class: Berserker

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: circa September 1405 to 26 October 1440

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: A valorous and upstanding man, who believes with all his heart that he was fighting along side Jeanne D'Arc up until the day he died. The Saint had not burned at the stake, but went on to live happily ever after, he did not succumb to madness, that was all just a nightmare, and everything went on as it was before; he was still just a Marshal, and commanded the French army against the English. While seemingly slightly unhinged, he was still striving to be an outstanding knight, and a great Marshal befitting of the mighty French army.

Bio: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Saber_(Fate/G…
A knight that served with Jeanne D'Arc during the One Hundred Year war, known as a good tactition and knight as he commanded armies against the English. Though having a number of achievements and being pious, his faith was shattered when the Saint was deemed a heretic and burned at the stake, leaving him to spiral into madness.

Most of the history behind Gilles was correct. However, this version that was summoned was a warped personality wrapped in denial that Jeanne was burned at the stake, thinking it all just a nightmare he had glimpsed. Having rejected any sort of reality and substituting it for his own delusions, he was as stoic and upstanding as the knight he was before her death.

Weapon: Just a sword.

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: B

Agility: B

Mana: C

Luck: C

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement - Ex
It offers a rank up to his parameters, but fuels his denial and grief into belief of the illusion that nothing else happened to Jeanne. They won the war, attended the King's coronation and lived on happily and honorably until the end. While it allows for him to still act normally, to mention Jeanne at all is to risk breakdown of communications. Depending on what was said, it could range from a small lecture of how she was, or complete and utter destructive blind rage.

Personal Skills:

Military Tactics - C
Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

Gilles raised numerous assaults as an assistant of Jeanne d'Arc. When he is waging an offensive siege battle, he particularly gains a bonus.

Golden Rule(Sacrifices) - B
Being fated a life that is filled with riches.
Having an enormous territory and heritage, he should not have any trouble with money for the rest of his life. Indeed he had holdings rivaling even the richest of his peers, enough that he had bought art, treatises, and any other things that intrigued him and had much more to spare. In spending(sacrificing) his wealth, Gilles can raise his 'combat power', similar to him expending money for more troops when he was alive.

But is that the true extent of this skill. . .?

Prelati's Encouragement - A
It takes the form of STR reinforcement via magecraft but as a cost, his memories of his life after Jeanne's death becomes more and more distinct.

Because of class, the support has been emphasized.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Marshal's Siege Orders

Title: Let Loose the Dogs of War

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti Fortress

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: A Noble Phantasm that pulls from his successful career as a tactician and marshal, summoning an entire French army that will besiege or attack his target for a brief moment. In a combination attack, a myriad of soldiers, siege engines, and other equipments fit to siege a fortified position may be summoned. Outside of actually activating the noble phantasm's true effect, Gilles can perhaps summon a few of these soldiers and equipments at will without any trouble. More effective against targets that are entrenched, fortified, or are other in any such condition that it becomes a 'defense to be overcome'. Especially against defensive positions, it demonstrates an even greater strength.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker Gilles

Name: Gilles de Rais

Title(s): Marshal of France

Class: Berserker

Gender: Male

Birth and Death Dates: circa September 1405 to 26 October 1440

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: A valorous and upstanding man, who believes with all his heart that he was fighting along side Jeanne D'Arc up until the day he died. The Saint had not burned at the stake, but went on to live happily ever after, he did not succumb to madness, that was all just a nightmare, and everything went on as it was before; he was still just a Marshal, and commanded the French army against the English. While seemingly slightly unhinged, he was still striving to be an outstanding knight, and a great Marshal befitting of the mighty French army.

Bio: typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Saber_(Fate/G…
A knight that served with Jeanne D'Arc during the One Hundred Year war, known as a good tactition and knight as he commanded armies against the English. Though having a number of achievements and being pious, his faith was shattered when the Saint was deemed a heretic and burned at the stake, leaving him to spiral into madness.

Most of the history behind Gilles was correct. However, this version that was summoned was a warped personality wrapped in denial that Jeanne was burned at the stake, thinking it all just a nightmare he had glimpsed. Having rejected any sort of reality and substituting it for his own delusions, he was as stoic and upstanding as the knight he was before her death.

Weapon: Just a sword.

Parameters:

Strength: A

Endurance: B

Agility: B

Mana: C

Luck: C

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement - Ex
It offers a rank up to his parameters, but fuels his denial and grief into belief of the illusion that nothing else happened to Jeanne. They won the war, attended the King's coronation and lived on happily and honorably until the end. While it allows for him to still act normally, to mention Jeanne at all is to risk breakdown of communications. Depending on what was said, it could range from a small lecture of how she was, or complete and utter destructive blind rage.

Personal Skills:

Military Tactics - C
Tactical knowledge used not for one-on-one combat situations, but for battles where many are mobilized. Bonus modifiers are provided during use of one's own Anti-Army Noble Phantasm or when dealing against an enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasm.

Gilles raised numerous assaults as an assistant of Jeanne d'Arc. When he is waging an offensive siege battle, he particularly gains a bonus.

Golden Rule(Sacrifices) - B
Being fated a life that is filled with riches.
Having an enormous territory and heritage, he should not have any trouble with money for the rest of his life. Indeed he had holdings rivaling even the richest of his peers, enough that he had bought art, treatises, and any other things that intrigued him and had much more to spare. In spending(sacrificing) his wealth, Gilles can raise his 'combat power', similar to him expending money for more troops when he was alive.

But is that the true extent of this skill. . .?

Prelati's Encouragement - A
It takes the form of STR reinforcement via magecraft but as a cost, his memories of his life after Jeanne's death becomes more and more distinct.

Because of class, the support has been emphasized.

Noble Phantasm:

Name: Marshal's Siege Orders

Title: Let Loose the Dogs of War

Rank: B

NP Type: Anti Fortress

Range: 1-50

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Description: A Noble Phantasm that pulls from his successful career as a tactician and marshal, summoning an entire French army that will besiege or attack his target for a brief moment. In a combination attack, a myriad of soldiers, siege engines, and other equipments fit to siege a fortified position may be summoned. Outside of actually activating the noble phantasm's true effect, Gilles can perhaps summon a few of these soldiers and equipments at will without any trouble. More effective against targets that are entrenched, fortified, or are other in any such condition that it becomes a 'defense to be overcome'. Especially against defensive positions, it demonstrates an even greater strength.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@Crimmy@HereComesTheSnow
Hazama, Harumi

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"Yes, I am. That's me." Harumi stared at the huge package, wondering what it was. Did she order anything online and forgot about it in the excitement of her newest, freshest news?

"I assume that thing you're carrying is for me then?"

She took only a momentary glance at the boy, not recognizing him at all. Her head was spinning around doing cartwheels in a panic last night after all; perhaps all she could remember was that terrifying figure rushing after her and then an explosion after one of her colleagues stepped in to save her.

Perhaps she could drop in and buy her a drink after Harumi figured out what the box contained.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Surta Mahahari Huchson

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Surta licked her lips as Flambe spoke. From the way she spoke, it seemed like she was under someone who was quite a big fish. Meaning she would be worth quite a lot if Surta brought her in. Perhaps she should try to lean on them a little as well, and squeeze as much money as she could out of them.

"Enlighten me." It was all Surta said as she walked closer towards the woman, her weapon up and ready at all time.

Flambe dropped her hands and shook her head like a disappointed parent. "Only the most influential and powerful syndicate on the planet. Why don't you go home honey? This isn't something you should be getting involved in."

With the same speed she had exhibited earlier, Surta thrust her palm straight towards the back of Flambe's neck as she finished speaking, knocking her out cold. An easy enough feat; the next part was more difficult for Surta, having to restrain her and the weapon's dealer, then loading them into one of the weapons' vehicle. Hopefully they will wake up when they were far from this place.

After she took control of the vehicle with some creative tinkering, it was easy enough to simply drive out, moving towards the base at a steady pace.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Surta Matahari Huchson

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As soon as the lady turned her head down, Surta acted, moving with the frightening speed and efficiency of an experienced and feared outlaw.

The weapons dealer was first, struck in the back of the head with a force infused palm strike, knocking him out cold. His bodyguard was given no chance to react as her other hand whipped out the retractable blade, slicing through his throat as effortlessly as a blaster cannon through a gungan.

It seemed all like one smooth movement, as she brought up the sword tip towards Flambe.

"Turn around."

As soon as the woman denied the dealer any chance of meeting the boss, Surta knew there was nothing else she could do other than bring these two in. One or the other, and they might not get much out of them, but both of them being interrogated separately, and leaned on properly, they were liable to talk more. Perhaps she could try simply pulling what information she can, but that tended to leave the prisoners in a less than desirable state.

Star Wars: A Veiled Threat

Surta Matahari Huchson

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From the vent, into the maintenance access, and into the building, where she easily followed the man.

Just like that, she found her target; the dealer meeting with his high ranking contacts; some sort of woman named Flambe, from what she could hear of the conversation. Surely this wasn't some ordinary person, not with how she carried herself and how she wore. It was something she had picked up in her days, the way a person carried themselves, the way they dressed, and what details they pay attention to.

She could, right then and there, cut down the large person, knock out the man with the same movement, then pull out his gun to threaten the woman before any of them could blink.

But, Surta was more interested in the boss the man mentioned; someone higher up the ladder, with presumably more knowledge than these two would have. So thus, she kept silent, biding her time.