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Hear that Haru? We have a record to beat!
Makatsume Haru said
Ooook. u_uThen, no control over Servants or Masters, can only control people external to war. You think that's better? (Since I don't think zombie-like people can be an actual problem for a servant)
So that's two mundane mind controllers.
This war is going to suuuck for the bystanders.
Yey.
Anna Brunhild
The Super High School Level Thief looked at Karyl, then at the door. Then up at the machine guns directed at the door. "Yeah... No," she said simply, "if I had the necessary tools and someone to be a meat shield for the hundreds of bullets that would be raining down on me, there's a rather low chance that I would fail. But unfortunately, the guys who set this up have a brain cell." The thief gave a shrug, "if you want me to give it a shot, you're taking the shots."
The Super High School Level Thief looked at Karyl, then at the door. Then up at the machine guns directed at the door. "Yeah... No," she said simply, "if I had the necessary tools and someone to be a meat shield for the hundreds of bullets that would be raining down on me, there's a rather low chance that I would fail. But unfortunately, the guys who set this up have a brain cell." The thief gave a shrug, "if you want me to give it a shot, you're taking the shots."
I can't recall, did Hope's Peak's Entrance have machine guns on the inside, outside, or both? Fuck it. Posting the shortest mother ever.
Anna Brunhild
"..." the blonde thief was silent as she took a few moments to process the utterly inane question that this 'Super High School Level Lucky' had posed to her. 'Did she steal things?' Of course she did, she was a fucking thief. What kind of thief would she be if she didn't steal peoples' things? She internally facepalmed before doing her best to play nice and answer the idiot's question without inciting some type of fight. "...No," she said simply, "I do not take lives. I'm a thief, not a barbarian. I steal, I do not pillage. And yes, that means I steal stuff."
To be completely honest, she knew she probably could've been less passive-aggressive in her statement, but this kid was just...! She took her attention away from Conrad and listened to the introduction of the Torture Specialist and the Liar. The Torture Specialist seemed a bit meeker than she would've expected, to consider all things. The Liar was... Well, even if he were lying, people would probably refer to him as Feyda anyway, and there's nothing contradicting the claim of his SHSL talent, so Anna figured it was safe to say she couldn't care less.
Astolfo Garneau
"...Hello Feyda! Nice to meet'cha~" Astolfo called out randomly.
Lucas Archwood
The redhead looked around the group. Scientists, Thieves, Princesses, Catholics, Torture Specialists... These people were a rather motley crew of students, weren't they. It was actually a bit overwhelming for the young man. He was in a state not unlike the one people get when confronted with someone with much more power and prestige than themself. The slight lack of breath, the jelly legs, all of it pointed to nervousness on his part. Could he even compare to these guys? Even the meekest ones seemed to have more presence than he did, barring Anna who, all things considered, wasn't supposed to have presence in the first place. He shoved the thoughts out of his head as he listened to the last two's introductions. The Torture Specialist was... Okay, he supposed. Probably not someone he'd like to anger any time soon. The Liar on the other hand... Well he just gave him a headache. Too much 'is he lying, is he not' going on. He figured he'd probably just try to avoid that guy in the future to avoid potential migraines. Once 'Feyda' stepped off.
Lucas counted off the people and realized that it was his turn. In truth, the ??? felt like he was rooted in place, acting as a spectator watching himself walking to the center and saying words that were both his and not his.
"Hey everyone, hah," Lucas said with a rather limp wave, "I'm Lucas, last name Archwood. My talent is... My... Talent... Is..."
What was his talent anyway?
"I... I have no idea," he confessed, allowing his shoulders to go limp and giving a rather noticeable sigh.
"..." the blonde thief was silent as she took a few moments to process the utterly inane question that this 'Super High School Level Lucky' had posed to her. 'Did she steal things?' Of course she did, she was a fucking thief. What kind of thief would she be if she didn't steal peoples' things? She internally facepalmed before doing her best to play nice and answer the idiot's question without inciting some type of fight. "...No," she said simply, "I do not take lives. I'm a thief, not a barbarian. I steal, I do not pillage. And yes, that means I steal stuff."
To be completely honest, she knew she probably could've been less passive-aggressive in her statement, but this kid was just...! She took her attention away from Conrad and listened to the introduction of the Torture Specialist and the Liar. The Torture Specialist seemed a bit meeker than she would've expected, to consider all things. The Liar was... Well, even if he were lying, people would probably refer to him as Feyda anyway, and there's nothing contradicting the claim of his SHSL talent, so Anna figured it was safe to say she couldn't care less.
Astolfo Garneau
"...Hello Feyda! Nice to meet'cha~" Astolfo called out randomly.
Lucas Archwood
The redhead looked around the group. Scientists, Thieves, Princesses, Catholics, Torture Specialists... These people were a rather motley crew of students, weren't they. It was actually a bit overwhelming for the young man. He was in a state not unlike the one people get when confronted with someone with much more power and prestige than themself. The slight lack of breath, the jelly legs, all of it pointed to nervousness on his part. Could he even compare to these guys? Even the meekest ones seemed to have more presence than he did, barring Anna who, all things considered, wasn't supposed to have presence in the first place. He shoved the thoughts out of his head as he listened to the last two's introductions. The Torture Specialist was... Okay, he supposed. Probably not someone he'd like to anger any time soon. The Liar on the other hand... Well he just gave him a headache. Too much 'is he lying, is he not' going on. He figured he'd probably just try to avoid that guy in the future to avoid potential migraines. Once 'Feyda' stepped off.
Lucas counted off the people and realized that it was his turn. In truth, the ??? felt like he was rooted in place, acting as a spectator watching himself walking to the center and saying words that were both his and not his.
"Hey everyone, hah," Lucas said with a rather limp wave, "I'm Lucas, last name Archwood. My talent is... My... Talent... Is..."
What was his talent anyway?
"I... I have no idea," he confessed, allowing his shoulders to go limp and giving a rather noticeable sigh.
I'LL TRY MY BEST, SIIIIR. *salute*
Edit: DONE DONE DOOOOONE.
Edit: DONE DONE DOOOOONE.
"Well that was pleasant enough," Nagato remarked after Kaiya and him had finished their little exchange. The girl seemed nice enough, maybe he actually would return, rather than just entertain the thought of doing so. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do at the moment anyway, all things considered. He took out his phone and checked for any messages. Nope. Definitely nothing better to do at the moment. He checked the time. Perhaps he could go for a snack in the mean time.
Nagato directed his attention to the classroom and then back behind him. "... Yeah, let's do that," he affirmed, turning on his heel and heading off in the direction of a nearby convenience store.
Minutes Later...
Nagato reappeared back outside Namimori Middle, a sparsely-filled convenience store shopping bag in one hand, and 1/16th a chocolate bar and wrapper. Nagato tossed the wrapper aside. He stood in place for a moment before coming to a realization:
"I'm creeping outside a goddamn middle school."
Nagato directed his attention to the classroom and then back behind him. "... Yeah, let's do that," he affirmed, turning on his heel and heading off in the direction of a nearby convenience store.
Minutes Later...
Nagato reappeared back outside Namimori Middle, a sparsely-filled convenience store shopping bag in one hand, and 1/16th a chocolate bar and wrapper. Nagato tossed the wrapper aside. He stood in place for a moment before coming to a realization:
"I'm creeping outside a goddamn middle school."
@Weakest Saber Ever: Isn't the minimum Saber Magic Resistance C? That's what Nero had and I'm like 99.9% sure that Nero didn't encounter magic in her life, either.
Nagato caught the envious glance that one of the students gave him. It was a young girl, blonde haired, with the same look of boredom on her face as he had on his. For a moment he felt some type of empathy for the girl's plight, and gave a curt wave to indicate that he had noticed her glance at him. Perhaps he'd visit again during break and opt to meet the young lady.
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