ItMeGritty

Red Dead Reckoning

will get something up in the next few days.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Imposter Hero

Clock Tower

As Hifumi spoke the incantation a brilliant golden light show emerged from her hand drawn circle. It was wasn't as bright or as bombastic as the others. Nonetheless there was a flash of golden light and what stood in the middle of the circle, now holding the brilliant golden bridle, was an otherwise unassuming young man in a black cloak. His pinkish hair was slicked back and he wore grey clay mask with a black tendril pattern going down it's left side. The figure simply stood quite for a moment, scanning the room and observing all the other masters and servants summoned so far. Finally his gaze rested on the Japanese girl in front of him. The girl who had gained possession of his golden bridle, who had used a near dead language from her island nation in the Far East. He was underwhelmed by his Master. She seemed inexperienced compared to the other mages present. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Speak my name, and you shall be worthy of my Master."

The servant was not about to accept the girl in front of him as his master just yet. He had to test her.

---

Paula let out an excited squee as the adorable cat girl materialised in front of her.

"Oh you're perfect! Colleagues, our victory is assured. I just summoned one of the the greatest Archers in. Together we will rain down divine hellfire on those who oppose us. Oh, um, yes of course! There are some bad people in a forest who want threaten the very future of the world and all the children in it." Suffice to say Paula was actually giddy with excitement.

"Oooh on top of the Barbarian lookin' dude, the zealot on the horse and the little kid we got quite the crew. We should start coordinating right away. Ooh I can make diagrams!"

@Parallel Hearts

Fate/Blind Logos

The Dragonfly's Wings

Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets

As soon as Honda touched down he heard the enemy Berserker bust through the building like the goddamn Kool-Aid man, heralded by another projectile, a metal emergency door that threatened to cut the general in half.

Am I sure this isn't an Archer?

Letting no time go to waste, he leapt up and corkscrewed over the incoming door. The door spun and crashed through the window of a restaurant before embedding itself in the back wall. Fortunately it was closed for the evening. Unfortunately that meant the breadmaker
busy getting ready for the following days shift wouldn't be able to finish his loaves since he was now scattered all over the kitchen. The church would likely blame it on a gas leak.

The barrage of sword swings came bearing down on Honda. Luckily he was ready. He rolled to the side, perpendicular to Roland's overhead swings and swung his spear in two wide arcs, targeting Roland's ankles. At the end of his last swing he used his spear to push off the ground diagonally, leaping back a bit to maintain distance from the Berserker.

Progress report Master?

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@Reflection

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage

Clock Tower, on the way to Doctor Orson's Office

Paula watched as Leon, Vladimir and Kaybernett performed their summons. She scoffed at the sappy, melodramatic speech Leon's spear lady gave.

"Oh please. You've known the guy for two seconds and already your going on about how emotionally unavailable you are. $50 that you guys bone down before the war is over."

Kaybernett's servant emerged next. It arrived on a majestic white horse, she spouted some things to herself then decapitated a statue before addressing the group like she was a mormon going door to door.

"Now that's more like it, someone with personality. I love her and want to braid her hair."

Paula quickly pushed aside her other colleagues that had crowded in the doorway, likely bowling over King and Renwald who she didn't think much of, and selected a central summoning circle.

"Tsk tsk, this won't do at all." Disapprovingly, Paula waved her hand an invoked elemental magics. A spell from the Middle East that was normally used to survive buffeting from desert sandstorms was called up to manipulate the silver dust that made up her chosen circle and carelessly cast it aside, likely ruining a few of the other summoning circles. She turned and gave Renwald a coy smile.

"Oopsie. My hand slipped."Satisfied she turned back, producing some chaulk from her pocket. She had spent days designing and visualising her perfect summoning circle in her mind. She utilised muggle computing technology-yes, muggle computing technologyto randomly generate chaos game patterns around carefully selected vertexes. This image she held perfectly in her mind, all the while reducing the the chaulk in her hands into fine granules. Those granules leapt out of her hands and snaked their way across the floor, drawing up a complex fractal pattern within a circle. Triangles within triangles within triangles. The perimeter of the circle was actually made from the points of several hundred chaotically generated triangles being so close together they formed a perfect circle. Looking at any point in the circle one would find miniature versions of the summoning circle, and inside those they would find even smaller versions of the summoning circle ad infinitum until the chaulk could not "render" the details.

Once finished she dusted her hands and produced an object wrapped in brown cloth. She unwounded the cloth revealing an old, yet seemingly mundane wooden plank.

"Behold, a plank from the Argo. The divine hip that carried the Argonauts on all of their adventures. Just as this ship spearheaded many victories so to the Servant I will summon with this ensure we win."

She gingerly set it down, took a few deep breaths and stuck her hand out...then put her hand back down.

"Considering it is likely that many planks on the Argo were replaced over the course of it's voyage, we can assume that at some point there was enough planks to make a number of 'Argos' at least greater than one. There's a possibility that multiple 'Argos' exist or have existed. Reminds me of Theseus's Ship Paradox. I guess all these servants are kind of their own Theseus's ship. They aren't really who they are supposed to be, but they definitely possess some of the parts. Anyways...

She brought her hand up again.

Let limestone and gypsum be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the colour of my standard.
Let rise against
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom of heaven itself rotate.
Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.
Let it be declared now;
the sharpness of your sight shall be joined with the sharpness of my mind.
Come forth, heroine, be the arrow that points to our victory!

Fate/Crimson Dusk

We can skip forward to the summoning if ya like. I got nothing else to post

Fate/Blind Logos

The Dragonfly's Wings

Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets

...Master, perhaps that move wasn't the...

He sensed the presence of a servant. It's magical presence was almost palpable. Down the street he saw a crazy naked man with rippling muscles and golden hair, bounding towards the building he was currently posting on.

...smartest idea. How is he not tripping over his...

The crazed knight chucked something at him, breaking his train of thought. A spear? No, streetlamp. Just as quickly as the first a second streetlamp was uprooted and turned into an improvised projectile.

Honda sprung into action, turning and rolling under the first projectile, then he quickly dashed to the left of the second oncoming projectile's path. With the knight still a little ways away but gaining ground he decided that a 'tactical retreat' was the best course of action. Hopefully he could create some space between himself and the crazy naked Super Saiyan looking guy. He had a moment to consume some modern media from his homeland during the day and grew fond of an 'animated play' called The Dragon's Ball. He leapt down to the street on the opposite side of the building Roland was currently running towards and started sprinting down it. At first he thought it was an Archer, given the projectiles, but given the manner those projectiles were 'fired' and a really, really bad feeling Honda had in his gut he was certain what kind of servant had eyes for him tonight.

Why did it have to be a Berserker?

@Reflection@Seirei No Hai

Fate/Blind Logos

The Bleeding Moon:FLASHBACK

Core District, near the Residentail District

As he saw Sanada move up the buildings wall he altered the spin on his spear. If he kept it horizontal he could definitely hit the fleeing servant and likely take the lives of the residents in the building along with him. He shifted to the side, spinning it in a vertical fashion, altering the orientation of the razor winds vertically. As Sanada got to the top of the building and began talking a razor wind would shoot up right in front of him, threatening to slice him in twain.

And then Rider's Master used their Command Seal.

Honda stood their solemnly. Alone with his thoughts he sighed.

"Soon Sanada. Whether we are allies or enemies, I await our next battle..."

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The Dragonfly's Wings

Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets

The Sengoku General was walking the streets of the Illuminated City. It was so weird seeing the streets nearly empty. It seems the Church that were overseeing this war had quite the influence. He could only picture in his mind's eye what this place looked like without the Holy Grail War. He imagined dozens, or perhaps hundreds of people flooding the streets. Laughing, eating drinking. Friends, families and people who preferred the company of themselves. He raised a shake to his lips and took in a big, long slurp.

"Master, I am not entirely sure where to be looking for allies. I have no idea where to even start. Sidenote, this cherry shake is delicious. A shame it did not come from the establishment my old master and me visited the first night."

He thought back to the first night and what he said to that man. "War is a numbers game." If they were to stand a chance against Berserker, or anybody for that matter, they would have to gather allies. The knight Dietrich was off hunting the monster down. Honda was out here trying to consolidate their forces. The Lancer casually leapt to the top of a building and scanned the area. Then he got an idea....

He slammed back the shake and donned his armour, materialising his spear. He gave it a twirl and stuck it into the roof of the building, leaning on it with two hands. He inhaled and yelled into the night.

"I AM GENERAL HONDA TADAKATSU, THE SAMURAI AMONG SAMURAI, THE WARRIOR WHO SURPASSED DEATH, AND ONE OF TOKUGAWA'S FOUR HEAVENLY KINGS! BE YOU POTENTIAL FRIEND OR FOE I URGE YOU, COME TO MY VOICE! WE SEEK ALLIES IN THIS WAR! HOWEVER, IF YOU WISH TO TEST YOUR BLADE AGAINST MINE I SHALL HAPPILY OBLIGE!"

"That ought to get someone's attention..."

@The World@Seirei No Hai

Red Dead Potential: A Western RP

I am ready for the rooty tooty shooty

Fate/Crimson Dusk

If I may interject I believe the IC conflict has now migrated to OOC. In keeping with civility I suggest you both drop it. Characters butting heads IC is fine, welcome even. I like how all the mages gathered are jerks. Yes they have to work together, but they have their own quirks and agendas that inform their actions.

In the same vein, us as roleplayers might want things for our own characters but we also have to consider the bigger story. Tis a dance of compromise.

So sayeth his gracious Grittyness

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage

Clock Tower, Head Office

Paula was very non-plussed when Asmar pushed her aside.

"Asdfghj. Don't touch me! Do so again and I will reduce you to a statistic, and you know how dangerous our line of work can be."

She huffed and took a seat, glaring at Anderson and Orson and crossing her arms.

"I was put on this project because of my particularly robust form of Numerology. The very hands of fate are mine to control. Victory will be assured, especially since the catalyst I acquired will ensure I summon a particularly powerful servant from the Age of Gods. This is all provided that we all get on the same page, my page."

"Anyways, enough talk. It is time for action! Give us the intel!"

@vancexentan@floodtalon