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Jangar

Foreign District, moving to the Latin District


“Ah, if what you seek is to learn more of our opponents then perhaps we should ask the birds what they know. They see the world much more clearly than we do and I’ve found them to be of great help in the past.”

Lancer walked away from his Master, approaching a nearby group of pigeons that were always so abundant in large cities such as this. He called out to them before they could be spooked by his approach and fly away, using Animal Dialogue to convey his desires to them; a few minutes later the birds dispersed, flying away in a fluttering of wings in the direction of the Latin district as Jangar returned to his Master’s side with a grin on his face and pigeon perched on his shoulder.

“They have agreed to assist us Master. My new friends will fly over the Latin district for us and take a look around, talking to others they find and learning what they know before coming back to me.” Lancer tilted his head to look at the bird standing on his shoulder, bringing Jackson’s attention to it as if it was possible he could have not noticed the flying rat eyed him suspiciously. “This little one will fill me in on what he knows of the area while we make our way there. We’ll have to move slowly so as not to disturb him, but that’ll just give my friends more time to search for our enemies.”

With that said Jangar led the trio north towards the Latin district, Jackson at his side and his feathered companion on his shoulder. Luckily he was wearing clothing gifted to him by his Master rather than his armour and robes, a rather nice suit that was not out of place when compared with Jackson’s own attire, so travelling by foot and in material form was not an issue, but even with his disguise the group attracted unwanted attention due to the peculiar sight that made for. Jangar conversed with the pigeon the entire way, unfortunately finding that this particular bird didn’t know much about current goings on in the city and was more interested in having a friendly chat instead. While not especially informative it was still a pleasant if somewhat simplistic conversation that helped pass the time while they walked.

By the time they had made it to the Latin district the other pigeons Jangar had conversed with earlier had completed their reconnaissance of the area and were waiting for them to arrive; Jangar approached them to listen to their report, his friend hopping off of his shoulder to re-join the group as he did so. After another few minutes of conversation Jangar returned to Jackson with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“You were right Master, there is much going on in the Latin district tonight. Several Servants and Master’s appear to be gathering in one place, but they aren’t fighting yet; perhaps an alliance is brewing. Another two Servants were fighting north of here as well, but that fight is already over; they didn’t see what happened but of the five people involved only four left.

“But what is most interesting is that they told me there is an area further north of here, in the Canal district, that all animals and people avoid. It sounds like it could be the base of another Magus Master; a bounded field to keep people away. We should investigate and see what we can find.”

@ItMeGritty
Berserker was nothing if not determined, driven by a single-minded purpose as he charged towards Rider and her line of cannons without fear or caution. The red glow of the magically charged artillery and the shining light of Rider crown were reflected in the mad warriors glowing eyes.

The cannons fired simultaneously once Berserker was close enough that dodging would be impossible, their gunpowder bark deafening in its intensity and its payload of ownerless Noble Phantasms deadly in its lethality. The makeshift grapeshot of sword, spears, arrows and daggers tore through the air at high speed and pierced Berserker’s hide. With the inhuman reactions of a legendary warrior and the fleeting self-preservation instincts of a deranged mind he brought the indestructible club his held in front of his body to block as many of the weapons as possible, but this didn’t stop the hail of projectiles from ripping through his body and inflicting a devastating amount of damage.

Berserker dropped to his knees in front of Rider, his club stabbed towards the ground to support his upper body the only thing preventing him from falling any further. Spears and swords protruded from his stomach, chest and left shoulder, while his right side was mostly clear of injury having been protected by the Noble Phantasm in his remaining hand. His head was also almost untouched, his burning gaze still locked on the Russian empress’s own and his jaw clenched in fury.

Blood pooled on the ground around the Servant. Blood from injuries that should have started healing by now. Blood from injuries that shouldn’t have been visible in the first place due to the nature of his skill, born from the fact that Harald was called ‘The Unwounded’ in life. It was now becoming evident that something had changed within Berserker, the effects of the shadow that had merged with the Servant and the curse it had carried with it making themselves evident by suppressing the skills that made Berserker so formidable, so unstoppable earlier.

A single, golden spear pierced Berserker chest on the left side under his ribs. The weapon had struck his heart and rent it in two. His Battle Continuation would allow him to move for a while longer still, but with his healing suppressed the injury would surely be fatal unless something could be done.

Nonetheless, until his end came there was still some life in Berserker yet. Using his club to pull himself up and forward the warrior climbed back to one knee before letting go of the weapon and lunging for Rider with his one remaining hand. The mad Viking would attempt to grab the enemy Servant by the throat with his powerful grip and squeeze the life out of them as his dying act.

@DrowsyPangolin
"Y-you... do you m-mean it, keekee?"


Akeno placed a hand on her hip as she watched Yakkaimori practically shrink to an even smaller size as she folded in on herself, a small frown furrowing her brow. Anyone who had seen Yakkaimori during her demonstration would be able to guess that she was the shy type, maybe a little insecure and lacking in confidence as well, but Akeno hadn’t expected an abundance of self-doubt from the small girl.

“Of course I do; the way you made your way around that maze, I’m sure your Quirk will be useful in the forest. I’ll be glad to snatch you up before anyone else tries to team up with you.” Smirking confidently, Akeno reached out and gently placed a hand on the smaller girl’s shoulder. “You want to team up with Azukina-san, yeah? Let’s go talk to her then.”
Jangar


Foreign District/Location Undisclosed


Lancer stepped outside and approached the white haired Magus, his gaze directed upwards at the illuminated buildings that surrounded them; the artistic architecture was unlike anything he had seen in life, a modern city the size and scale of Paris a marvel to him. “To call such a vibrant and beautiful city a battlefield…” The young man let out a sigh.

The thought of the city and its people becoming embroiled in this war between heroes, that Paris should suffer any kind of damage due to this war, caused Lancer some anguish. He would have to ensure that he did his best to keep such carnage to a minimum as he fought, as best he could, like he had done in the past as he had protected Bomba from its enemies. His own home was gone, lost to time, he was a king without a kingdom; until such a time as Bomba could be restored he would just have to make himself the protector of this city instead. It would soon belong to his Master after all.

“Well, you are not wrong Master. Come; let us end this war as soon as possible, so that we may make our vision for a peaceful world a reality.”

@ItMeGritty
Cleo Forsberg


Residential District/Workshop


A sigh escaped the Magus’ lips as Ogier responded to her question. While under normal circumstances she might have found her Servant’s ebullient manner charming, right now all she wanted from the knight was some professionalism. “Yes, I meant Servants and Masters. I’m glad you’re enjoying Paris Saber, but please try to stay focused on the matter at hand.”

She could well understand Ogier’s desire to fight; he was a knight after all and this city was about to become one of the greatest battlegrounds that had ever existed. It was a rare occasion for so many strong and powerful heroes to gather in one place for the sole purpose of facing each other in combat. Nonetheless, he was known as the Knight of Patience, so he would just need to restrain himself for now and wait for the right moment; his turn would come in time.

“It doesn’t matter if they spot you Saber, so long as you can avoid a direct conflict where possible. Defend yourself if you have to, even kill them if you think you can, but your focus should be to observe and to escape. There’s no merit to this if you die or give away as much as you learn.”

@ManyThings
Cleo Forsberg


“Saber.”

Within the safety of her workshop, sat in the dark on a surprisingly comfortable sofa, Cleo Forsberg reached across the link connecting the Magus to her Servant.

“Have you found anything yet?”

The Servant was currently far away from her current location, dispatched as soon as night had fallen with orders to find and observe as many enemy Servants as possible without engaging them in combat. The first night of this war would be spent gathering as much information as possible, both about her opponents and her own ally. She sought to identify her enemies while at the same time testing how well Saber’s personality would match with her own; a scouting mission that put neither her nor Saber at risk as she settled into her position as Master.

All things considered she had been incredibly fortunate to be able to summon a French hero of all possibilities, not to mention one of the famed paladins of Charles the Great himself; a knight of great renown such as Ogier would be a powerful adversary in a war fought so close to the source of his legend, but that didn’t make her so confident as to abandon all strategy and subtlety. There would be no fighting this first night if everything went as she intended, not until she was surer of her victory. Let the rest of the Master’s deal with each other while she waited and planned and prepared; the Forsberg’s were nothing if not those who looked ahead. This would likely only be the first of many nights like this.

As she waited for Saber’s report she checked in on her other scouts; a handful of wraiths drawn to her and brought into her service and fortified earlier today. In time she would have other uses for them but for now they made useful lookouts, one whom had spent the past few hours searching the areas around her apartment searching for other bounded fields with no success. Now she directed them elsewhere, diverting their attention away from building and towards the streets; half to sweep across the Foreign district and the other to search the Latin district.

Now that night was upon them it wouldn’t just be Ogier who was running around Paris. Other Servants would be in play as well and if she was lucky she just might get to see one or more of them in action before the night was over.

@ManyThings
Name: Ryuhei Takagi
Race: Human
Ki Color: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Power Level: 1365
Location: North Capital
Tag:@CaptainSully Open


The flight to the dojo was short, since it was in the same city as the final battle, but even so Ryuhei was glad not to have to make the journey in silence as Korvus strove to make conversation. “We were lucky; Dyce ambushed us and beat us before we could try and fight back, but somehow he didn’t manage to kill either of us.” It was almost a miracle given the way that Master Goichi had been stabbed through the chest that he had survived. Perhaps, as an alien, Dyce didn’t know enough about human anatomy to know where to strike a fatal blow? Or maybe they had just been fortunate and the warrior had missed. “I can’t imagine what that man’s feeling after losing his master. Master Goichi changed my life.”

They had covered half the distance with that question alone; it wouldn’t take long at all before they arrived. “I use Kyokushin Karate or a version of it anyway. Master Goichi has been teaching me for years and now I help him as an instructor ever since I earned my black belt. What about you? If you showed up to fight you must be pretty confident.”




A helicopter descending on the field out of a clear blue sky certainly made for a dramatic start to the next part of their first day. The attention of almost every person was caught by the machine as it came to a stop hovering over the concrete area the other teacher had told them to stay away from; he wasn’t lying when he said it was going to be windy, the rotors stirring up a significant breeze as Akeno raised an arm to shield her face from the dust and bits of grass circulating in the turbulent air.

Rather than land, someone began to rappel down from the helicopter, no doubt making quite an impression on some of them before the vehicle flew away. The new arrival introduced himself as the missing teacher from the assembly, Uranishi-sensei, who was to be both their science teacher and their school nurse; given that this was a hero school they would surely all get to know him quite well by the end of the year if he was going to be the one tending to all their injuries. Despite the rather unassuming title however, the way he had made his entrance along with his general posture and demeanour gave away the fact that he was likely a pro or former pro hero just like the rest of the staff so far; and the fact that he had a ‘laboratory’ suggested he was qualified to do more than just the regular school nurse duties.

Uranishi-sensei went on to explain the reason they had been brought out to the field; a rescue exercise to locate a family lost in the forest? Between the entrance exam, the Quirk demonstrations and now this, Akeno felt like she would be relieved when they finally got around to having a regular lesson at this school. In principle this activity didn’t sound much different than the entrance exam, locate and rescue dummies, with the major differences being the more natural environment and the fact they were working within teams; the dummies this time around would be lost rather than hostages however and while there would of course be ‘hidden dangers’ involved they probably wouldn’t take the form of villains again.

Her Quirk wouldn’t be much use here, though she felt confident about her ability to traverse the forest compared to some of her classmates, so it was vital that she team with people who could cover her weaknesses. Someone with a Quirk who could scout the forest and find the dummies quickly would be very much sought after for this activity, someone like the girl with the bat Quirk or the guy who could scan the area with his tail; even a flier like the guy with the dragon Quirk or airplane arms would be good. It probably wasn’t even worth approaching people like that with the way they would likely be swamped with requests right from the start; instead she would need to act fast to find herself some good teammates before everyone else teamed up and convince them to team up with her.

"E-excuse me... Kudo Akeno? Keekee"


Before she could put her plan into action someone called out to her. Akeno turned around to see who it was… and then looked down.

Short

It was the girl with the mutant Quirk that gave her abilities similar to a bat, the exact same one that Akeno thought would be one of the two best people to team up with for this activity, and she wanted to team up with Akeno. It took a second for her brain to catch-up with this develop, considering how unexpected it was, not snapping out of it until she heard Yakkaimori call out to the girl with black and white hair, Azukina, to complete their trio.

I’m going to team up with probably the best scout in the class and the future ‘symbol of peace’? This whole thing just became a lot more fun.

Hearing another person call her name Akeno turned around again, only to find no one other than Yakkaimori standing near her or even looking her way; there was a blue blur flying across the field for some reason, but that didn’t have anything to do with her. Shrugging her shoulders Akeno turned back to Yakkaimori.

“Ah, Yakkaimori-san. Sure, I’d be happy to work with you; I wanted to ask you to team up anyway.” It was a lie, of sorts, but it sounded a lot better than ‘I wasn’t going to bother asking you because I assumed everyone else was going to ask you first’.
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