King Cosmos

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Joseph joined Marcus in searching for incense, scanning the shelves and cabinets lining the walls for anything that looked promising, but was soon distracted by the sounds coming from outside. That the door was locked and they trapped inside may have actually been a blessing in disguise as what appeared to be a group of people, men judging by the voices, began to tear apart the room beyond the portal. Joseph stopped and stared at the door, as if standing still and holding his breath would somehow prevent them from trying to enter, until the men began banging on the door and demanding entry.

As if they didn’t already have enough reason to be suspicious of those on the other side, the man who spoke sounded strange, his voice affected in some way that made Joseph think the worst. He heard enough snippets from them to know they were searching for blood and he could understand why they would come to a doctors clinic of all places if that’s what they wanted; he knew what excessive blood could do to people, the addiction and the changes in personality it brought with it. He knew it all too intimately and he knew that opening the door was the last thing they should do.

That, of course, didn’t mean they wouldn’t get in eventually anyway. Marcus seemed to agree as he took up position near the door so as to better ambush the men as they inevitably broke through. Simple hand gestures conveyed what the other man wanted; he would kill the larger of the two and Joseph would kill the smaller. The plan only extended to the first two to come through, but preparing for more than that when they didn’t know what to expect was impractical. Killing though… would Joseph be able to kill another human being if need be? His hand gripped the axe handle tighter, reminding himself of what he held. He wasn’t sure that he could if he gave himself time to think about it, if he had to look a man in the eye as he swung his axe at them he would falter; better just to swing and hope for the best, put the idea of killing out of his mind for now and just attack. Needs must and all that; he could deal with his conscience when they were both alive at the end of this to do so.

Motion in his peripheral drew his attention and Joseph raised the axe and turned to the side, expecting one of the men outside to have somehow circled around behind them and found another entrance and found instead a man climbing out of a cot and moving in their direction. Another patient, waking up and finding himself in the same position as them. He walked towards them with hands up to show that he was not a threat and then gestured towards the barrel of weapons. Joseph considered what to do, weighing the risks of arming this stranger against the benefit of another sword arm to help with the group outside.

In the end trusting this man was no more foolish than trusting Marcus and an uncertain ally was better than the men outside overpowering them because this stranger wasn’t armed. Joseph reached towards the barrel and pulled out a weapon at random, finding himself with a short spear in one hand and the axe in the other. He measured them both for a moment before deciding to keep the spear for himself, throwing the axe towards the other man with a little more care than Marcus had shown him.

“We’ll handle the first two, you stay back.”

@Th3King0fChaos@Habibi359

Fate/Lost Epoch

Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin

Fuyuki Park – Can’t Even Murder Someone in Peace These Days

Something was amiss. No sooner had Assassin appeared than did an opaque barrier snap into place around the two vulnerable Magus, walling them off from his attempted attack and preventing it from reaching them. Had he been anticipated? Or were these Masters, or more likely one of their Servants, so paranoid as to prepare defences against an assassination attempt from an Assassin who may or may not even have been present? Whatever the case, he had been thwarted, swindled and even bamboozled, robbed of a kill that was rightfully his and just out of reach. There was only one possible way he could react to such injustice, only one thing he could do to salvage this situation. Magical energy thrummed within him as he prepared his secret weapon.

He ran away.

Cycling Prana into his legs he launched himself into the air, not pausing for a single moment to see what kind of follow-up awaited him now that his presence was revealed, his boosted jump carrying him up and away even as the young Saber landed next to where he had just stood. If he had hesitated even a moment longer the sword that swung down would have cleaved his arm from his body, or at least shattered every bone in his hand as it deflected his metal claws, as it was it hit nothing but air as Assassin looked down on the scene from above.

Assassin landed some distance away, though still within the ‘combat area’ as it was, and stood facing Saber and the two Masters that had been sealed away from him. There was another figure as well, a youthful looking thing with white robes and an expression that was impossible to see through the distorted static beneath her hood; A Caster? The barrier must have been hers.

“A beast? Evil? Me?” Assassin placed a hand to his chest and recoiled from the words as if struck physically by the accusation. “I’m but a man, more human than you I daresay, who enjoys playing pranks.”

Now that another Servant had appeared, and a Knight-class at that, there would be nothing Assassin could do to hurt either of the Masters; this night would end in disappointment for both him and his Master. There wouldn’t even be the possibility of turning things around and snatching some kind of win from this so long as the Caster had her barriers in place; she had anticipated him, laying this trap even as she fought the Saber, and no doubt had plenty of other tricks in store should he continue this. He would love to do something about that, ripping her throat out for example, but this was his loss to accept.

There was always that, but even then he would struggle to defeat a Saber head on even without Caster’s interference.

“Oh, you never need to tell me to run away Master; it’s my specialty.”

Assassin bent his legs and pumped more magical energy into the limbs before throwing himself skyward, leaping high into the air and letting his momentum carry him out of the park and back to the roof of the building he had perched on earlier. He activated his Presence Concealing along the way, his presence vanishing as he landed in a crouch.

Would any of them follow him? There was no chance of them turning on each other again now that he had left he felt, but perhaps they would be more concerned with their Masters’ safety than pursuing a declawed Assassin. Or they might turn their attention back to the true demon in their midst.

@Parallel Hearts@BB@Argonaut@Scallop@Flood

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

I'll make a post tomorrow. @Th3King0fChaos any preference in what weapon Joseph throws Ishin's way?

Fate/Aureum Mea

This sounds interesting. I'll throw my hat into the ring.

Fate/Lost Epoch

Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin

Fuyuki Park – Enjoying the Show a Little Less Now

The ground shook repeatedly, each tremor bigger than the last as the little demon girl began her assault. The tree that Assassin was hiding behind, along with every other tree in the vicinity, toppled and fell as the very dirt they were rooted in was ripped apart by the shockwaves, forcing the Servant to find another hiding place. It wasn’t strictly necessary, since his Presence Concealment would keep him from being detected whether he was in cover or not, but he felt an instinctive need to put something between him and those he was watching.

Lightning rained from the sky towards the other two Servants, while leaving the demon alone. Even so, the attack was unlikely to have come from the girl herself, which meant that there was a fourth player involved her; or fifth, depending on it you counted Assassin. He didn’t, so four it was.

With this the stage was set, all of the actors had revealed themselves and the battle was truly underway. The little demon girl would clash with the ‘Strongest Berserker’ and the unknown source of the lightning was being chased down by the young Saber, the result being the kind of battle that warriors and heroes lived for. It was enough to make a person’s heart race and their blood boil, the sort of thing that some Heroic Spirits allowed themselves to be summoned for just so they could experience it again. Assassin watched the unfolding melee with sharp eyes, having no trouble following the action as his eyes darted behind his mask, and the whole time there was only one thought running through his mind.

He didn’t want anything to do with it.

“What’s that Master? You don’t want me to try and fight these monsters? Well… if you insist.”

Slipping away from his latest hiding place, Assassin pulled back to the very edge of the park and began to circle around. The man who had been with the strongest Berserker earlier, the one who had invited them all here, had disappeared before the combat had begun, but perhaps he was still around her somewhere; Assassin had not seen him reappear anywhere nearby but it made sense for him to remain close to her Servant. Staying too close would risk him being caught in the fighting, but straying too far from your only protector had its own risks; if he had to guess, Flur was still in the park somewhere. As for the other Masters, well, none had shown themselves quite so blatantly as Flur but there may be one or two lurking around.

In fact, maybe they were all huddled together behind a tree, watching their Servant’s try to kill each other while having a nice chat.

Silently, Assassin hurried towards the tree in time to hear the tail end of their conversation. Flur was there, as were two others; one less than the number of Servant’s currently fighting, which either meant that one had decided not to leave safety to be here themselves or they were somewhere else in the park. The woman was named and Assassin hoped his Master was paying more attention that he, because what a name it was; Flur asked who she was the Master of and the fact that he didn’t bother to include the Saber in his query was telling. Assassin’s eyes flicked towards the young man who completed the trio, he would be the boys Master then.

Rather than answer, Amara bin-whatshername turned and ran, fleeing faster than a human should have been able to. Assassin wanted to chase her, oh how he wanted to chase her, to stalk her and harry her as he had in days long past; he would hunt her down and terrify her and take his time taking her apart, only to leave her alive to tell tales of him.

He imagined his Master might not like that last part; she might not let him have his fun if he didn’t get the results she wanted. Perhaps if he killed these other two she would let him indulge himself a little elsewhere. Assassin considered the two men, one the Master of the strongest Berserker and the other the Master of the young Saber. Which one should he kill first? The Berserker was probably the larger threat in the grand scheme of things, though both were more than a match than a simple man like himself.

But then again, should he kill both? Or would it be better to leave one alive for now? If he killed them both, then who would be left to deal with the demon girl? Leaving powerful opponents alive was a risk, but at the same time they could potentially keep each other in check; if he took out every Servant who could keep the demon girl in line then she would inevitably turn her attention towards him and his Master…

Bah, thinking like this was making his head hurt. He was not a man for games of strategy or war like this; he was a scoundrel and a menace and nothing more. He would kill one at random and then deal with the other if there was time; the night was young and he had a youthful maiden to pursue, he couldn’t waste any more time with this.

Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a Magus by his toe
If he hollers, slit his throat
Eeny meeny miny moe

Assassin’s claws glinted in the moonlight as he prepared to strike, his Presence Concealment dropping away as he appeared behind his target. His hand shot forward, attempting to drive it like a spear through the chest of one Kotaro Toshizo.

@Aoko Aozaki@Flood@Argonaut

Pokemon Chrome: The International League

It seemed that Gregor would not be able to have an opponent of his own for this battle, given how the younger Pokémon had scattered in all directions to watch from the safety of the bushes, but seeing how strong this Roselia was that may have been a stroke of luck rather than a missed opportunity. With how easily the Grass-type had rebuffed her Gligar it seemed that she was quite strong as well as having a type advantage; it would likely take both of her Pokémon to defeat it, if they could manage it at all.

Battle!

“Gregor, Sand Attack. Atlas, use Strength”

The bat-like Pokémon leapt for the trees, already a little worse for wear from the opening clash, and briefly took up position among the branches before diving back down to the ground. His claws sank into the dirt, the soft ground easily giving way to his sharp claws, before he flung his arms upwards and launched great clods of the stuff at the Roselia. The Grass-type tried to cover her eyes against the attack but couldn’t entirely prevent it from hitting her in the face and clouding her vision; Atlas took advantage of the distraction and charged into his opponent with a powerful crash, sending the stronger Pokémon flying.

The Roselia quickly climbed back to her feet and pointed a bouquet-like Hand towards Atlas, firing a stream of familiar purple darts towards the Mudbray as she used Poison Sting. The darts struck Atlas and exploded, a couple puncturing skin and turning the surrounding area a slightly darker shade of brown before they too popped; even so it didn’t seem like Atlas had been poisoned just yet. “Gregor, distract with Poison Sting. Atlas, Bulldoze.”

Taking cover from Gregor’s attack, the Roselia threw up her arms and protected her face and body as the purple darts struck her; they did not do a lot of damage, coming from a much, much weaker Pokémon, and there was no chance of poisoning, but they did force the Roselia to face away from the true threat as Atlas jumped towards the Grass-type. The heavy Ground-type slammed into the Roselia again, this time forcing her to the ground rather than knocking her back and stamping his feet in a punishing attack.

As soon as the assault ended the Roselia reached up and placed a rose-like hand to Atlas’ chest, the flower beginning to grow as the Grass-type attempted to use Mega Drain. “Atlas, jump away!” The Mudbray was moving even before the order was given, rearing up to pull himself away from the dangerous attack and then leaping up and over the Roselia to land behind her head. “Double Kick!” From this position the Ground-type raised both back legs and lashed out at the Roselia before she could recover, sending her tumbling as both hits of the attack landed. “Gregor, Sand Attack”

The Gligar swooped down from the trees again, flinging another spray of dirt into the Roselia’s eyes before leaping into the trees once more. She needed to keep up the pressure and prevent the Roselia from regaining its senses or from mounting a proper attack; it was strong enough to potentially overpower both of her Pokémon at once and the type advantage it held made it even more dangerous. Henrietta just had to hope that it didn’t have any particularly troublesome attacks it could use.

Pointing a flowery hand towards the trees and the rough spot Gregor was perched, the Roselia fired another barrage of purple darts towards the Gligar as it used yet another Poison String. Gregor jumped down to the ground and covered his head in a vain attempt to protect himself, but it was ultimately unnecessary as the attack went wide; evidently the two Sand Attacks from earlier were having an effect. “Okay, keep it up. Gregor, Cross Poison. Atlas, Strength.”

The Gligar was slow to react, still cowering away from the missed attack, so Atlas’s attack landed first. The Roselia was struck a heavy blow from behind as the Mudbray crashed into it yet again, throwing her roughly to the ground; the Grass-type turned to look at her aggressor over her shoulder and the look she sent him was murderous, before she was struck again as Gregor slashed at her prone form with both claws glowing a menacing shade of purple.

Injured, but far from being out just yet, the Roselia picked herself up and turned her head to look at Atlas, then Gregor, then back to Atlas; considering her opponents and weighing up her options. Despite the continuous assault from both sides she didn’t look particularly worse for wear; tired certainly and not without signs of damage, but between the fight against the Nidoran and his fighting here Atlas looked like he was closer to falling than she was. Gregor too, despite not being hit at all, was showing signs of fatigue; he was still essentially a baby experiencing his first battle after all.

Evidently coming to a decision the Roselia held her hands before her body for a second before throwing them wide, scattering a number of leaves into the air which began to glow and sparkle with unnatural light. The leaves started to move towards her Pokémon, half towards Atlas and the other half towards Gregor; not simply caught in a breeze, but moving with purpose. Magical leaf. “Dammit. Run, dodge!” Despite knowing it was useless at this point, Henrietta still gave the order, Atlas and Gregor both attempting to avoid the unavoidable attack before it was too late. The Mudbray was struck first, not even managing to start a run before the leaves struck him multiple times, knocking him to the ground and leaving him unconscious before the last leaf even hit.

Gregor had marginally more luck, already being in the trees and being able to avoid the leaves for a few seconds by leaping from branch to branch and putting obstacles between himself and the attack. Rather than be thwarted however the leaves simply went around the obstacles and continued to pursue the Gligar, catching up and rendering him similarly unconscious.

With a sigh Henrietta raised a Pokeball in each hand and returned her fainted Pokémon to there confines. The Roselia was assuredly still angry about the attack and recalling her Pokemon alone wouldn’t be enough to rectify that; rather than push her luck by trying to continue the battle the young trainer decided to back away, hands raised to show her surrender as she tried to leave the clearing.

This would mark her first loss as a trainer, as an official trainer she should say, but one that her Pokémon would hopefully grow and learn from.

@Sho Minazuki

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

The fog was thicker than he had anticipated, assuming it wasn’t just his imagination, the ambient Mana in the air forming an omnipresent white fog which shined at the edges. Was it denser than he normal inside the confines of this cave for some reason, or was this normal? If it was the latter then trying to discern any information at all would be difficult but if it was the former then he might have better luck if he extended his senses beyond the cave.

In time the fog receded, or at least faded from his vision, until he saw nothing but a thin grey fog that he had almost mistaken for complete darkness at first. Was the shift a result of his ‘eyes’ adjusting to the fog, slowly becoming used to the condensed Mana like entering a brightly lit room and being momentarily blinded, or was it something else? The new, lighter fog was easier to see through but Oberon still didn’t see anything of note; no brightly lit patches, no colours or textures. There was a spot near him, in the direction that he thought Digbie was standing, where the mist seemed a little heavier than the rest, a little more condensed in one spot.

He opened his eyes, though in the darkness of the cave he actually saw less as a result and was unable to confirm if the thicker fog lined up with Digbie’s location. As it stood he wasn’t sure if he should call that a success or a failure; he had seen something after all, but since he hadn’t been able to definitively say that he could tell where Digbie was even when he was only a couple of feet away the Sprite couldn’t say what he saw was useful. He’d expected a magically inclined being like Digbie to be much more obvious, to shine brightly or to be a well-defined silhouette within the mist, but there was nothing of the sort.

“System: show skills list.”

Skills List

Current Skills:
Minor Heal III (3.0125)
Lesser Flight III (3.1)
Shield IV (4.045)
Magic Analysis IV (4.47)
Mana Orb II (2.775)
Mana Shape III (3.1125)
Lesser Status Heal I (1.2)
Mana Dart I (1.6)
Alert II (2.075)
Monster Analysis II (2.7)
Meditation III (3.125)
Light Ring I (1.3)
Gather Light I (1.95)
Fireball I (1.85)
Plant Analysis I (1.0)
Material Analysis I (1.0)
Sacred Ground I (1.0)
Mana Slice I (1.55)
Overwork I (1.8)
Fusion Skill [Analysis]
Keen Sight I (1.1)
Minor Heal All I (1.0)
Spiritual Awareness I (1.0)
Minor Regeneration I (1.0)
Spell Chant I (1.1)
Focus I (1.4)
Mental Resistance II (2.3)
Sensory Resistance I (1.0)
Faster I (1.0)
Aqua Sphere I (1.05)
Wind Break (1.05)
Wall (1.0)
Flame Lance (1.0)
Charisma I (1.0)
<UNUSABLE>
Light Affinity (0.8)
Fire Resistance (0.2)
Spell Cancel (0.1)
Mana Puppet (0.5)
Earth Wall (0.1)
Mana Drain (0.3)
Stronger (0.1)
Mana Sense (0.8)
Air Read (0.3)
Mana Control (0.3)
Wind Resistance (0.1)
Ice Spike (0.4)
Gravity Well (0.1)
Blade Wall (0.1)
Muffle (0.1)

Not much had changed from the last time he had seen his skills list, the only thing that had happened between then and now being his training this morning with the saw blade projectile. That must have been responsible for the Blade Wall item on the list, though how that had come from a serrated blade he had little idea. There was Muffle as well, which he couldn’t find a good explanation for, but the skill that had shown the most improvement was Mana Sense. That sounded like a good fit for what he was trying to achieve at the moment.

Oberon closed his eyes again and took himself back to the world of fog and darkness. He saw the thin grey fog again and focused his eyes until he could see the slightly heavier patch of fog nearby. He tried to concentrate on that one spot, to exclude everything else and focus just on the thicker cloud of fog that might have been Digbie. If he tried to ignore everything other than the denser patches, would that let him find the living creatures amidst the fog, or would it just make him miss things that he needed to pay attention to? What if he tried to shift his focus and only see a certain type of Mana? Nature Mana was the kind that went into his healing spells and he imagined it was present in living creatures more than in the air; could he try and see just that and maybe have a better chance of picking out Digbie or the others in the darkness?

Action Report

Checked "Skills List"
Attempt to learn "Mana Sense"

@Zeroth@Gardevoiran

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Ji-Ho Kwan; Demon Lighter

Ji-Ho Kwan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Role: Demon Weapon

Special Trait: Variable Form – Usually the domain of Death Scythes or the rare Demon Weapons with multiple forms, Ji-Ho is able to change the shape of the weapon he takes; kind of. To be more accurate he himself does not change shape, his Demon Weapon form is a Lighter and he cannot change that fact, but rather the flames he produces can be moulded into different shapes. The amount of control he has over his flames varies depending on his own skill and the connection he has with his Meister; he finds the fire easier to control when he has a strong soul resonance with his partner and over time the number of forms he can take will grow as he becomes more skilled and imaginative.

Strengths:
- Variable weapon form
- Skilled hand-to-hand combatant; knows Tae-Kwon Do and Kick Boxing
- Cooking; mostly Korean foods and a few other small things

Weaknesses:
- Water; even a light rain can affect his ability to control his form and can dampen his offensive power
- Cocky; can be overconfident in his or his partner’s abilities
- Sore loser; Ji-Ho is a competitive person and can lose his composure at inopportune times

Partner: Jackie Jett

Soul Type and Appearance: Ji-Ho's soul doesn't look that different from a regular person soul, except that the tail is shorter and it's movements resemble that of a flickering flame.

Weapon Appearance and Description:

An ornately decorated lighter with a skull motif; the front and back are covered in small skulls of varying sizes and colours which, taken as a whole, form a larger image of a white skull on a black background.

Personality: Confidence is the key trait that shines through when dealing with Ji-Ho. He is a very self-assured individual, very certain of himself, and it shows in how he carries himself and how he interacts with others; he finds it easy to deal with new people, rarely being flustered or showing nervousness and possessing an easy grace that makes him somewhat charismatic. At the same time he can come across as cocky to some and he does definitely cross the line into being too confident in himself at times. He has great confidence in his abilities as a fighter for example and doesn’t want to partner with anyone who he feels would hold him back.

Ji-Ho is also somewhat vain; he cares about his looks a lot and likes to spend time making sure his appearance meets his own high standards. He can also be a little shallow, judging people by their appearance and by his first impression of them; however, it’s not their physical appearance that his judges, but rather the amount of effort they appear to have put into how they look. To Ji-Ho the amount of care one puts into their appearance is a good indicator for a lot of things. It is hard to make him change his mind from his first impression of someone.

Backstory: Although Ji-Ho comes from a fairly long lineage of Demon Weapons, he is the first person in his family to attend DWMA. Originally from South Korea his parents moved to America not long after they were married and settled down in Northern California, his mother giving birth to Ji-Ho a few years later; in was in this environment that Ji-Ho was raised, the only child of an immigrant family from Korea. He has never been to his parents’ home country, though they always made sure he knew and understood the culture they came from, and it remains one of his life goals to visit South Korea at some point.

When Ji-Ho first displayed the ability to turn into a Demon Weapon his parents explained everything to him; about Weapons and Meisters and Kishin and the people who fought them, about Lord Shinigami and Shibusen, also known as the Demon-Weapon Meister Academy or DWMA. They explained how even though their family had the potential to become weapons they had never joined Shibusen or partnered with a Meister because their Weapon forms were often impractical and not suited for battle; as a Demon Lighter Ji-Ho was not any different, but even so he was enamoured with the idea of fighting monsters and being a hero as any young boy would be. He wanted to join Shibusen and help fight the Kishin.

He began to train from that day forward, convincing his parents to enrol him in martial arts lessons and letting him train to fight. In all likelihood they only allowed him to do so because they thought he would never be accepted with his Weapon form being what it was, something which backfired when Ji-Ho was accepted to the school anyway. Ji-Ho himself was determined to get accepted, regardless of what Weapon form he had; if no one would want to partner with a Lighter then he would just fight by himself, he would become strong enough by himself and make do without a Meister.

Soul Eater: Apple of Discord

Ji-Ho Kwan; Demon Lighter

Ji-Ho Kwan

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Role: Demon Weapon

Special Trait: Variable Form – Usually the domain of Death Scythes or the rare Demon Weapons with multiple forms, Ji-Ho is able to change the shape of the weapon he takes; kind of. To be more accurate he himself does not change shape, his Demon Weapon form is a Lighter and he cannot change that fact, but rather the flames he produces can be moulded into different shapes. The amount of control he has over his flames varies depending on his own skill and the connection he has with his Meister; he finds the fire easier to control when he has a strong soul resonance with his partner and over time the number of forms he can take will grow as he becomes more skilled and imaginative.

Strengths:
- Variable weapon form
- Skilled hand-to-hand combatant; knows Tae-Kwon Do and Kick Boxing
- Cooking; mostly Korean foods and a few other small things

Weaknesses:
- Water; even a light rain can affect his ability to control his form and can dampen his offensive power
- Cocky; can be overconfident in his or his partner’s abilities
- Sore loser; Ji-Ho is a competitive person and can lose his composure at inopportune times

Partner: Jackie Jett

Soul Type and Appearance: Ji-Ho's soul doesn't look that different from a regular person soul, except that the tail is shorter and it's movements resemble that of a flickering flame.

Weapon Appearance and Description:

An ornately decorated lighter with a skull motif; the front and back are covered in small skulls of varying sizes and colours which, taken as a whole, form a larger image of a white skull on a black background.

Personality: Confidence is the key trait that shines through when dealing with Ji-Ho. He is a very self-assured individual, very certain of himself, and it shows in how he carries himself and how he interacts with others; he finds it easy to deal with new people, rarely being flustered or showing nervousness and possessing an easy grace that makes him somewhat charismatic. At the same time he can come across as cocky to some and he does definitely cross the line into being too confident in himself at times. He has great confidence in his abilities as a fighter for example and doesn’t want to partner with anyone who he feels would hold him back.

Ji-Ho is also somewhat vain; he cares about his looks a lot and likes to spend time making sure his appearance meets his own high standards. He can also be a little shallow, judging people by their appearance and by his first impression of them; however, it’s not their physical appearance that his judges, but rather the amount of effort they appear to have put into how they look. To Ji-Ho the amount of care one puts into their appearance is a good indicator for a lot of things. It is hard to make him change his mind from his first impression of someone.

Backstory: Although Ji-Ho comes from a fairly long lineage of Demon Weapons, he is the first person in his family to attend DWMA. Originally from South Korea his parents moved to America not long after they were married and settled down in Northern California, his mother giving birth to Ji-Ho a few years later; in was in this environment that Ji-Ho was raised, the only child of an immigrant family from Korea. He has never been to his parents’ home country, though they always made sure he knew and understood the culture they came from, and it remains one of his life goals to visit South Korea at some point.

When Ji-Ho first displayed the ability to turn into a Demon Weapon his parents explained everything to him; about Weapons and Meisters and Kishin and the people who fought them, about Lord Shinigami and Shibusen, also known as the Demon-Weapon Meister Academy or DWMA. They explained how even though their family had the potential to become weapons they had never joined Shibusen or partnered with a Meister because their Weapon forms were often impractical and not suited for battle; as a Demon Lighter Ji-Ho was not any different, but even so he was enamoured with the idea of fighting monsters and being a hero as any young boy would be. He wanted to join Shibusen and help fight the Kishin.

He began to train from that day forward, convincing his parents to enrol him in martial arts lessons and letting him train to fight. In all likelihood they only allowed him to do so because they thought he would never be accepted with his Weapon form being what it was, something which backfired when Ji-Ho was accepted to the school anyway. Ji-Ho himself was determined to get accepted, regardless of what Weapon form he had; if no one would want to partner with a Lighter then he would just fight by himself, he would become strong enough by himself and make do without a Meister.

Fate/Lost Epoch

Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin

Hotel Room at Shinto Town

Words could not adequately describe the depth of Assassin’s disappointment as he failed to elicit a reaction from his Master; his body language gave nothing away and, of course, his immovable mask didn’t either, but he was practically despondent. It wasn’t like he had expected much; a slight jump or a stiffening of the spine would have been enough, maybe a small shocked exhalation or a squeak of terror, perhaps a small heart attack, and he would have been satisfied.

As it was he was already plotting out his next attempt.

“A man of theatrics indeed, dear Master! I hear they’ve even made plays about me.” Stelle may not have turned around to face him but Assassin made it a point to lock eyes with her, stepping around the clockwork Magus to stand before her even if it meant wading into the cloud of pipe smoke that lingered in the air. “The pleasure is all mine, dear Master. I will lend you my strength, meagre as it is, for the duration of this war; I can only hope it will be enough. I am but a simple scoundrel after all, no great King or warrior stands before you.”

William’s declaration of war drifted through the window; Assassin cocked his head to the side, as if turning a ear to better hear the words, but otherwise gave no reaction that he had heard. When Stelle gave her order however he stepped back and bowed with a deep flourish. “I don’t have much experience spying, but if you order it then tonight I will play the spy. I will keep an eye on this William and his Berserker and see who approaches him.”

Rising, Assassin turned and skipped across the room towards the open window. With a slight hop he leapt up onto the window’s ledge and crouched there, legs bent and arms dangling at his side like a gargoyle, before he put power into his legs and jumped in earnest, all but disappearing in an instant as he flew through the air towards Fuyuki Park.

@Parallel Hearts

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Fuyuki Park – Enjoying the Show

Assassin’s current perch gave him a good view of the action, the building he had found was far enough away as to be safe from the combat while also being tall enough to let him see what was happening. Even at this distance however, he hid his presence lest his location be found and targeted, he crouched at the edge of the building and kept his legs bent, ready to leap away at the first sign of danger and he paid as much attention to his immediate surroundings as he did the pair he was supposed to be watching. Precautions and precautions and precautions, all to avoid even the possibility of being dragged into a fight.

When the first Servant to accept the invitation arrived, crashing into the ground like a drunken meteor, he felt his cowardice was justified.

A terrible, vicious monster wearing the guise of a small girl stepped out from the cloud of dust and approached the pair. Assassin didn’t recognise her, but he also didn’t need to know who she was to be able to tell that she was someone that he needed to stay as far away from as possible; even so, something about her seemed to call to him, a strange sense of kinship drawing him to her. She said something, a sinister smile spreading across her face as she did so, but the distance meant he couldn’t make out what was being said and Assassin felt bold enough to move closer so as to be within earshot. He tipped forward until he could fall down the face of the building, an invisible shadow dropping from the roof to the pavement before he began to move in the direction of Fuyuki park along the ground.

He arrived at his destination only moments later, keeping his presence hidden the entire time, but another Servant had still managed to arrive in the time it took him to move from rooftop to park and find a suitable vantage point. A young boy, oriental as far as he could tell and almost as young as the girl with the club, had joined the party and was making his introduction.

Assassin waited and listened as the boy spoke and then the ‘Strongest Berserker’ replied. It was all terribly boring to listen to, so serious and dull that he was halfway tempted to leap out at them and add some levity to the situation; only two things held him back, the fact that he had been ordered to spy on this meeting and the fact that he would almost certain die for the attempt. At least he was learning lots of useful information regarding their identities.

Three Japanese Servants, all with at least a passing knowledge of each other. A warrior who conquered the island of demons, the divine sword of the Emperor and descendant of a Goddess and the daughter of someone or something the former had slain.

”Did you get all of that Master? I think I’m pretty good at this spying business.”

@Argonaut@Scallop@Flood@Crusader Lord@Froppy