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5 yrs ago
canonically speaking, the most powerful DMC character is the woman who convinced Virgil to have unprotected sex with a human
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5 yrs ago
whatever it is you're doing it wrong
5 yrs ago
sorry, sharing a pie? Piece was never an option
5 yrs ago
Show me an aesthetic better than Lego Rock Raiders. Go on. I'll wait.

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The Dragonfly's Wings

Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets


Master?...Master?

In his prone state he saw the kicking coming towards his head. He had no time to roll out of the way. The best he could do was try to block and make the kick a glancing blow. The quickly brought the shaft of his spear in front of his face, Berserker's kick making contact with it. The sheer force of the attack launched him clear down the road, rocking him through a building before rolling to a stop in yet another street. He picked himself up. His left arm was a broken, mangled mess that hung limply from his body.

Master? Master?!

A feeling of dread came over him. He could feel the very Earth underneath his feet start to reject his existence. His Master had been killed. He had twice failed to protect his Master this war and he could feel that this might be the end. Unless.

"Berserker wait! I can sense my Master is in danger. Please, she is only a girl. We can continue some other night. I would rather not rob you of an empty victory!"

On a nearby building, a certain metal eagle was perched, observing the events that were transpiring.




The Resting Giant

Basement, Somewhere in the Foreign District


Jackson was watching the fight between the Lancer and Berserker intently through his Cauldron. He could hear the nearby destruction being caused by their fight and prayed that they didn't somehow end up close to his homebase. He had a rough second night, having lost his first servant. The sensible thing to do would be to seek asylum at the Cathedral, but he was too stubborn. He wanted his ideal world realised.

He continued to watch the fight. Perhaps he could somehow use it to gain something...




@Reflection
Yeah we on team catgirl
Alright enough chitchat

Let's get to the fightin
@Reflection

I would like to roll the gacha!
funny but wouldn't he have to beat her in a footrace first? :P
I'm actually not finding this too bad. Atalanta and Bellerophon should be bros for life.
Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage

War Grounds


"Ok, have fun with the broody Rider. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.~" She waved her servant off then turned back to the priest.

"Yeah sure no problem. I assume I am free to measure the arches as long as I don't leave a scratch, kay thanks bye."

She chased after Mifumi, her three large suitcases in tow.

"Yah need any help? I was hoping I could show off my mystic codes."




Imposter Hero

War Grounds


Rider had been in spirit form for most of the journey. Just having met the priesthood his master said he could have free reign. He flared his nostrils at this. His master was assuming she had a say in the matter in the first place. The priest to him seemed friendly enough as was just trying to be as accommodating as he could without committing heresy on his part. Still, Rider had a natural suspicion towards holy men and those who regarded the power of any god above all else. In a way he kind of sympathised with the father, he was but a slave to an unseen divine force.

"Very well, priest. I shall not defile a single inch of your holy site. However, I urge you to consider your shackles."

Master stop flirting with me, you're not my type. Rider furrowed his brow. Modern lingo was...odd.

His attention was drawn to the Archer from his age, the Chaste Bowwoman Atalanta. He was happy to see someone from his own time here. He had never met the archer in life, having died well before the Argonauts took the the seas, but the Throne of Heroes had granted him some knowledge within his 'canon'. He felt a certain kinship with the fellow beast slayer.

"Very well, Feller of the Calydonian Boar. I shall accompany you." He took spirit form and followed Atalanta. He could have easily out-sped her, but decided that she was better to lead the way. Arriving at the tower, he took form directly below Atalanta in the pylon, casually leaning against the one of the support beams.

"My master failed my test. I was trying to see if she wasn't 'loose-lipped'. She failed spectacularly. I would have preferred it if she mistook me for, eugh, Perseus."

He remained silent for a bit before speaking again.

"See anything, Chaste Huntress?"




@Parallel Hearts
Gonna have to drop this



Thank you for considering me though




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