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So, Serp. Assassin's Disengage skill lets him end the battle and reset battle condition to their original state, or as it specifies in Lancer's profile, it returns an unfavorable battle to "turn 1," restoring the conditions of techniques to their initial states. I interpret this as being able to cause the grapeshot to become unfired, but would it be enough to force Lancer's NP back into an inactive state, since its only Rank C?
The mass of Assassins collapsed, unslain but paralyzed. As his copies collapsed into piles among Lancer's army, unable to manually detonate the vests and not dead enough to trigger their deadman's switches, the original Assassin, still within Presence Concealment but immobile, decided that now was the time for the better part of valor. Staying too long had been his downfall once, after all. He released his Noble Phantasm, causing all his copies to disappear. Once that was done, Assassin triggered his Disengage skill, ending the battle and all battle conditions to their initial state, returning the condition of all techniques to "turn 1." This removed the grapeshot from his body, though Assassin wasn't quite ready to test if he could move yet.

For, with the end of the battle, Assassin's Memory Erasure skill kicked in. From the minds of everyone present, the last several minutes vanished from their memories. One moment Alysis and JeeBee were about to throw down, while the rest of them were enjoying the party, and then suddenly they were back at the Tia dorm, everyone with Servants out, with no memory of explosions, of men in white, smiling masks, or of said man's abilities or modus operandi. There were only the injured, the dead, and piles of rubble riddled with holes created by the grapeshot.

And Lancer, standing in the doorway with his army like a bunch of assholes, bristling with guns and cannons.
A non lethal NP? He did say something about taking prisoners. Fascinating...
Thanks for the assist there, Teh.
As Lancer's soldiers charged in, filling the room with grapeshot, a few of the Assassins managed to make it behind chunks of debris. Mostly because they had enough of their fellows between them and the onslaught to give them the chance to run. Assassin's ground forces had been devastated.

In the mean time, Lancer did Assassin's work for him. Jacob was tackled to the ground and covered by Berserker, holding a gleaming shield in front of his vitals, the fiesty wife called up more monsters to surround her and Jacob, soaking up the damage, while his guards physically picked up and pull hunks of debris to use as shields. As for the nameless, lucky fools who had survived Assassin's attack, well, they weren't so luck a second time, as those who were merely standing around in shock were turned into bloody smears.

With everyone distracted by this new threat, the remaining Assassins on the ground promptly used Presence Concealment. Those still lining the walls ran towards Lancer's army, leaping at them from above, wearing bulky vests.
TehChron said
"A faceless, Anonymous assassin, eh? I know just the way to handle you little Goons." Lancer raised a hand, snapping a gloved finger as an assortment of armed men and cannons appeared, "Guard the boy, hold the line." Lancer's cane hit the floor, stepping forward stiffly, "Can't show your real face, eh, you little heathen shits?" The Servant paused, adjusting the grip on his weapon and leveling it at the approaching rush of Assassins, "If you won't face me like a man, then I'll put you down like a dog." In a single motion, the dozen cannons went off, spewing the room with enchanted grapeshot. "You'll find that I have a history with punks that try to play the numbers game on me." Lancer said with a wry smirk on his face.


The moment the small army appear, the ten Assassins who were rushing JeeBee and Alysis dropped their grenades. While Lancer gave his orders, they clustered together and were suddenly holding a torpedo-like bomb. When Lancer insulted them and ordered the attack, they tossed it at the army. While the grapeshot tore the Assassins to pieces, disappearing into nothingness, it also ruptured the bomb, unleashing a burst of burning napalm into the army.
Not quite. It had to be a real historical or mythological person, remember?
"What the fuck was that?!" Alysis asked. "Shit! Robert, Nicola, Vincent!" She hesitated, glancing at her would be opponent, but he was too bust ranting about the loss of his open bar. "Saber! Get us over there!" she commanded, and her Servant appeared, picking her up and rushing back towards the dance.
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Jacob groaned, staggering up right. Behind and above him, Berserker shoved a massive chunk of wood off of them. "Are you all right?" he asked. Berserker blinked. "Mmmm." was her response. Satisfied, Jacob turned and spotted the crown warrior. That...is not the guy who left with the crown. he thought.
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As the building began to collapse, Mark said, "Caster." and took a sip of his wine, frowning slightly. The fiesty wife raised a hand, and from beneath the floor erupted two monstrosities with far too many eyes and tongues. The creatures slouched over Mark and his companions, protecting them from the damage, shoving the ruble back once things had settled.
"Gentlemen." Mark said, his guards turning to him. "Please go...assist the injured." the four men nodded and walked away. Mark swirled the wine around in his glass, taking another sip. He smiled. Perfect.
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Assassin leapt off the wall, flipping midair. As he did so, Assassin seemed to split. Suddenly, there were a dozen Assassins. Then twnety, then fifty. Some of them kicked off each other, pushing themselves back onto the wall, another contingent moved to deal with Alysis and JeeBee. Most of them, however, landed on the dance floor. As one, the Assassins raised their heads, revealing a white mask of a man's face, a thin moustache and an enigmatic smile its only real features.
"Greetings." one of then said.
"My name is Assassin." another said.
"I'm afraid you all must die tonight." a third said almost apologetically. In the hands of fifty Assassins appeared a hundred grenades. The Assassins swarmed forward, attacking everyone and everything still standing in the room.
True, but it is not my fault that we were playing them in character and the Gentleman decided to wax poetic in his enigmatic speech until Victoria got sick of listening to him. She's and anarchist, Serp, she's selfish, violent, and short-sighted; she isn't going to play any games of double meanings and vague, convoluted phrases. Long-winded speeches will make her lose interest faster than a meteor loses altitude.

Just tell her what you want, in a straightforward and succinct manner, or the Gentleman's insinuations and hints are going continue to fly right over her head and we'll never get anywhere.
Uh, no he didn't. He talked about Tia's past, defined what the the apocalypse was, and then gave her Timber Falls. He at no point revealed what his plans were, and if he did it was after the point where I indicated Victoria stopped listening.

If he wants her to be his champion, he'll need to explain exactly what it is he wants to do, and specifically what he want HER to do. And do it succinctly.

Are Nicola and Vincent going to react to having the architecture dropped on them?
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