King Cosmos

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@floodtalon you've still got Eye for Art on your sheet.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Alright any updates guys? We haven't gotten much of anywhere today.

@vancexentan

I'm still working on Berserker. Turns out the person I had in mind is a little less suited to the class than I first thought, so there were a few delays as I worked things out. I just need to write up his Noble Phantasms now.

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Cleo Forsberg

Foreign District - Introduce your friend, Saber

It was quite a thing to see one’s Servant be manhandled so easily. The way in which this Berserker flung Saber into the air, with a casual movement of one arm, was as terrifying as it was unexpected; this was not someone that they should make their enemy.

Luckily it appeared that Saber had a prior connection to this Servant, a relationship forged while they were still alive; the name Saber had called out, coupled with their familiarity was enough for Cleo to learn Berserker’s identity, to remember portions of the stories she had read about the Paladins when researching her likely Servant. Ogier’s arrival had distracted the Berserker for the moment, Roland more caught up in the happy reunion than he was in his bizarre quest to kidnap Noon’s familiar.

Perhaps they could end this peacefully and with another ally on their side, albeit an unpredictable one.

"NOW YOU CAN HELP ME KILL THIS SARACEN AND CLAIM A PRIZE FOR MY LOVE!"

@Reflection

Or perhaps things would not be that simple.

“Saber, can you try and talk some sense into him? No… never mind, forget I asked. Divert his attention at least, keep him from killing Ywain.” Cleo spoke through her connection to Saber rather than call out during this delicate moment. The last thing she wanted was Roland’s attention on herself, when Ogier was keeping him distracted and non-violent for the moment.

@Danchou@SSW@ManyThings

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Lancer - Jangar, Khan of Bomba

Latin District - I want my spear back

A minute? Lancer was supposed to hold out against this beast for a whole minute?

He’d pushed back against the Berserker, not managing to land a hit but at least putting her on the defensive for the moment. He was slower than he should have been, his attacks lacking their usual snap or punch as the knight managed to block or dodge or parry them. His injuries made him sloppy, his arms felt liable to fly off with each swing of his spear and his legs ready to buckle under his own weight. His White Jade was doing its best to keep him together, this brief reprieve as Berserker was unable to attack him giving the item enough time to close his cuts and begin healing the minor fractures in his battered bones.

And then, all at once, he felt a rush of energy flow through his body from the ground beneath his feet. His Master’s healing had reached him, strength returning to his limbs and pain fading as his spear suddenly began to move faster and with more precision. It wasn’t enough to turn the fight around in his favour, but it might be enough to buy his Master the time he needed.

Berserker roared and slammed her sword into the ground, the edge of it catching his spear behind the head and dragging it down with it, pinning the Aram spear to the ground beneath the sword as the latter buried itself in the pavement. With another surge of that powerful aura Berserker slammed her hand down on the haft of his spear, Lancer releasing the weapon a moment before the blow was struck so that the weapon was slammed into the ground rather than being wrenched from his grip with the same result.

Lancer jumped away, abandoning his weapon for the moment as he sought distance from his opponent. There was no chance he would be able to retrieve his spear while Berserker still pinned it to the ground; his only hope of getting it back would be to lure the other Servant away from it. That was easier said than done however, he was without a weapon now and without the innate protection it offered. All he had was his bare hands, a magic rock, and his magecraft.

As a child Lancer had been taught the magic of his homeland. An old man had appeared to him in a dream, teaching his magecraft, martial arts and granting him the strength he needed to save his father’s kingdom from the demon that had taken it over. It had never been his forte, but that knowledge would serve as his weapon now.

Tapping into the mana at his disposal, Jangar began to weave the spell together before launching it at the Berserker. It was a quick and dirty attack; the speed of his opponent would allow nothing else, a simple assault on the Servant’s spiritual nature using the Shamanistic practises of his homeland. An assault on her very connection to this world, seeking to harm and weaken. Banishing evil spirits was something all Shamans should know how to do and Jangar had a feeling this Servant qualified.

@floodtalon@ItMeGritty@KoL

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Akeno stood with her arms crossed and with a frown creasing her brow, staring at the raging fires in the distance. She’d known there would be some trick to this test, there had to be; rescuing civilians from a forest path was far too simple a task otherwise, even if the intention was just to see how they worked as a team. Even so, she hadn’t expected something of this magnitude.

Are all hero schools this crazy, or is Jigokuraku just trying to make a name for itself in its first year?

Ignoring the text for now, her phone vibrating in her pocket with unanswered messages, Akeno turned back to her team. Koumori had come up with a plan, or at least a formation of sorts, to help them better handle whatever they ran into out there; she’d placed herself in the middle, which Akeno approved of, with herself positioned to deal with threats up close and Azukina positioned to deal with threats from afar with her Quirk. It was a good plan which Akeno had no issues with, but more than that it was both surprising and pleasing to see the shy girl putting forward anything at all and Akeno was happy to go along with her idea to help give the girl more confidence in herself.

The situation may have changed with the fires that had been added to the mix, not to mention whatever that roaring sound was that came from a direction with no fires, but they would have to just deal with that when the time came. Azukina was already rushing ahead, breaking into a run that left the rest of them behind. “Hey! Azukina! Don’t forget the plan already!”

Grabbing Koumori by the arm, her hand closing around the smaller girl’s wrist much like Koumori had grabbed her earlier, Akeno ran after Azukina. She pulled her other teammate behind her, trying to keep her pace to a gentle jog so as not to pull the other girl off of her feet, gradually speeding up as Koumori got up to speed and letting go once they were both running.

@tobiax@Delta44

Fate/Crimson Dusk

I'll be looking to make a Berserker then, based on what's available, I'll start making the sheet today and try to get it in before the end of the weekend.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@vancexentan What classes haven't been claimed/had CS's submitted for them yet?

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Lancer - Jangar, Khan of Bomba

Latin District - This bitch is crazy

Fighting against a Berserker in close quarters, even if Jangar managed to perfectly deflect each and every one of her attacks, was not without its cost. Each near miss of that deadly sword buffeted Lancer with scouring wind or peppered his body with shards and flecks of debris; even after just this short exchange his robes were showing signs of wear and blood seeped from thin cuts that were healed almost as quickly as they were reopened.

Nonetheless things seemed almost stable at this point; Lancer was growing accustomed to Berserker’s attacks, strong and fast as they were, and the level of damage he was receiving was manageable if not ideal. There was always the risk of something changing, a sudden change in tactic from his opponent or interference from their Master that could tip the scales, but as things stood here and now Lancer felt like he almost had a chance against this opponent.

Berserker’s roar intensified as the Servant seemed to all but disappear from Lancer’s view, a burst of speed unlike anything his opponent had displayed up until now. They were no longer in front of him, nor did they appear in his periphery. No! Where were they? Above or behind him? The chill that ran down Lancer’s spine was enough to answer that. Which side would the attack come from? With barely any time to react he took a gamble and blocked to his left, placing the haft of the Aram spear between himself and Berserker’s attack at the last second.

The only reason he wasn’t crushed under the weight of the attack is that he offered no resistance other than to block the blade itself, letting the blow launch him off his feet and away from his opponent. His back struck the building to his right, the wall breaking before his body did as Lancer suddenly found himself inside the structure, lying on his back amidst the rubble of the shattered masonry.

“Master.” Pushing himself to his feet, using his spear as leverage, Lancer stood. “Tell me where you are.” He felt the blood run down his face, closing one eye to prevent the flow from blinding him. If he had felt broken by Berserker’s first attack then this had shattered him. “Keep me updated on your position.”

He leapt out through the hole in the building and charged at Berserker. He couldn’t allow the Servant to pursue his Master, couldn’t give her even a seconds lead or else he would not catch her in time to protect Jackson from her wrath. He could only hope the Magus was making good use of the time Lancer was buying him with his life.

Thrusting the Aram spear at Berserker’s chest, holding it by the middle of the haft with both hands, Lancer sought to put his opponent on the defensive. He followed up with strike from the side, the tip of the spear turning away as the rear half of the haft swung around towards Berserker’s head. A third strike came immediately after, the spear swinging back the other way as the bladed head raced towards the Servant’s throat. Lancer continued to attack in this manner, relentless, one attack flowing into the next and coming from all angles as he sought to take the initiative away from her.

@KoL@ItMeGritty@floodtalon

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Lancer - Jangar, Khan of Bomba

Latin District - Send help

As soon as Berserker launched herself towards him, Lancer settled himself in a defensive stance; crouching low with his legs wide set and bent to absorb the impact of any attack, arms above his head as he held the Aram spear at an angle, point touching the ground and the long haft forming a diagonal barrier in front and above him to block his opponents charge. He had a fraction of a second between taking his stance and his opponent’s first attack reaching him to wonder if provoking his opponent had been the wisest idea; the apparel of a knight, the weapon of a Saber and the ferocity of a Berserker, he had no idea who this mystery hero was but the aura they gave off, the pressure he felt from facing down their charge, was reminiscent of the monsters he had slain as a child.

The trashcan struck his spear with the force of a cannon shot, the receptacle exploding on impact and all but disintegrating under the forces at work as the width of Lancer’s spear protected him from shrapnel. Berserker’s first sword swing came less than a hair’s breadth after, the brutality of it sending shockwaves down the length of the Aram spear to ground themselves in the street that its tip was resting against; even with some of the force being directed into the ground below him, a shock travelled down through Lancer’s arms and into his body, his very bones protesting as Berserker threatened to turn him to dust on the first swing of their combat.

A crater formed beneath the Khan’s feet and cracks spider-webbed outwards from his feet and from the tip of his spear’s blade. He could not afford to take another hit like that, even blocking it felt like it was removing years from his life. As Berserker raised her sword for another swing Lancer shifted his stance, feet turning and hands adjusting their grip as he flicked his spear upward and around. The flat of the blade slapped against Berserker’s sword and redirected the next attack, much as he had redirected the thrown fire hydrant, as he threw himself sideways out of its path. Even the air from the swords passing was dangerous, the wind it produced buffeting Lancer and trying to peel the skin from his exposed face and hands even as it pushed him further away from his opponent.

The remaining attack were dealt with in a similar manner, Lancer fighting a constant retreat as he sought to keep his opponent at the exact range of his spear, using the full twelve feet at his disposal to parry and redirect the knight’s attack away from himself or even from the ground or buildings if he could manage it. Such steps were necessary when even the explosive force of a near miss could harm you.

@KoL@ItMeGritty@floodtalon

Fate/Secondary Genesis

The broadsword dropped out of Rider’s hand and clattered to the ground, the lines it had cut into Berserker’s arm dripping blood that stood out in stark contrast against his ashen skin. The Empress of Russia clawed at his grip with limp fingers that were unable to pry his hand away from her throat, her eyes beginning to cloud over and grow dim as the part of Berserker’s mind that held anything other than primal rage recognised the weakening struggles as signs that the opponent was beginning to fade away.

The mad Servant was not content to just wait for the inevitable however. He turned his body so that he held Rider out to his side rather than in front of him, shifting his weight as the muscles in his arm tensed in preparation. He raised his arm, lifting Rider above his head by his one handed grip around her throat and brought her down on his other side, slamming her bodily into the ground with as much strength as his dying body could muster. He lifted her up again and brought her down on his other side, swinging her over his head like a rag-doll and whipping her into the ground.

Letting out a roar of inarticulate and directionless rage Berserker raised the defeated Servant a third time, veins and muscles popping out against his skin as blood gushed from his open wounds with more intensity. He slammed Rider into the ground a final time and held her down against the shatter floor of her palace.

@DrowsyPangolin

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Cleo Forsberg

Latin District - Trying not to draw attention

Archer had gotten away. Letting out a sigh Cleo broke the connection to her Servant’s senses, returning to her own as the fight came to a close before it every really began. She pressed her thumb and forefinger to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose as a headache began to form behind her eyes; she had tried to match as much of the fight as possible through Saber’s perspective, anticipated a moment where she would need to give order or pull her Servant out of a bad spot with a Command Seal. The strain it put on her, to try and keep up with everything that was going on, from Archer’s arrows and traps to Ogier’s defense, was greater than she imagined. Especially when she had been trying to do so while also keeping half of her focus on her current situation, lest something happen to her while she was distracted.

“Return to me Saber. There’s nothing more we can do now.”

“I’m sorry that you got mingled up in this.”

@Danchou

Turning her head towards the other Magus, Cleo listened as he apologised for involving her in their business and explained the situation, though it sounded like Noon wasn’t sure himself why Archer was so determined to attack them repeatedly. Like Noon she was also concerned about the situation, especially since it didn’t feel like this would be the last time Archer would approach them, though her worry was tempered by the fact that it was not her the Servant had set their sights on.

“If Archer is going to continue to target you in this manner then it is going to make everything harder than it needs to be; he needs to be dealt with, sooner rather than later… we-” the rest of what she was going to say was cut off as the young girl with Noon interjected. Cleo couldn’t remember if the girl had been present the previous night, but either way her presence now was confusing. There was an otherness about her, an inhuman quality that let Cleo know this wasn’t a normal girl, but other than that she didn’t know what to make of her; a familiar of some kind?

Her impersonation of the older woman’s voice, pitch perfect and a little disconcerting to hear, alongside her words left Cleo unsure if she was being mocked or praised. Nonetheless she listened carefully as Elaine gave directions to and information about her and Noon’s location and how to contact them. It would be beneficial not to have to arrange such a public meeting next time.

“Lady Forsberg. It was an honor to fight alongside you for the first time. If you would wish to come with us your presence would be welcome. However this errand of hunting a thief is a personal manner so you are not under any obligation.”

@Danchou

A personal matter? While their business for the night was more or less concluded, and although Cleo had some matters of her own to attend to, she couldn’t see any reason why they couldn’t continue to work together for the time being. The whole point of forging an alliance was to assist one another after all and if this personal matter involved dealing with another Servant or Master then it would only benefit her as well.

Before she could give her answer however, she was interrupted once again. Not by Elaine this time, but by what appeared to be another Servant. He… was carrying a tree, of all things, over his shoulder and was rambling something about having Noon’s familiar help prove his love to someone. He seemed quite deranged and for the moment his attention wasn’t on her; she kept quiet and as still as possible so that it stayed that way.

“Saber, hurry back as soon as you can. We have another opponent; a Berserker this time, by the sounds of it.”

@ManyThings@SSW