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Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation
Current Location: Latin District -- Engaging in Combat
"It's a truly sad thing that we will eventually have to battle one another. However, until then, I wish you the best of luck, miladies," Tristan said as the Master of, the now confirmed, Caster made her way out as soon as Ywain's Master declared his intentions of dueling here and now.

"Very well then, Sir Triswich, Master of my old friend Ywain. I wouldn't have it under any other terms. I, Tristan, the Knight of Lamentation, accept your challenge. As for my Master, I believe you'll find out soon enough that her soul may be a kind one, but her will is as unbreakable as the walls of our beloved Camelot. Now come, let us be off," Tristan said, declaring his identity and title in return to Noon's honorable challenge. It would be a stain to his name as a Knight of the Round Table if he didn't at least do this much.

Before he moved he threw a glance at the other knight that observed them as if to confirm whether or not he had any intentions of interfering in this duel.

With that done, Tristan vanished from their sight, he hadn't turned into his spirit form but rather simply retreated with all the speed that was allowed for Servants. This simple act making it instantly known the gulf that existed between the capacities of a Master and their Servant.

When Tristan came into their field of view again he was atop the chimney of an old residence, at least a hundred meters away from his former position. Failnaught was already in his hands, its beautiful shape gleaming under the moonlight in a nostalgic way. He slid his fingers along them, producing a clear melody that resounded through the still night, and unleashing a number of "shots" aimed right at Ywain's calves, thighs, and finally, his neck.

Whether his attacks found purchase or not, Tristan would continue his retreat. The life of a bowman caught in the range of his opponent's blade was as good forfeit after all. Vanishing inside an alley closer to where Yazhu waited for him, Tristan's melody would be heard once again, this time, turning any windowsills, fire exits, back doors or any other anchor points in the narrow passage into deadly traps. Anyone who steps into them while unaware of his tactics would have a great chance of being dispatched of before even realizing what happened. The redheaded knight didn't have any hopes that this known trick of his would have any effect against Ywain, but at least it would buy him a few seconds if his fellow knight wished to ensure that his own Master wouldn't fall prey to it.

And, with any time it bought Tristan would continue to retreat, seeking to rejoin his Master, while also taking the chance to inform her of their current circumstances. "Master, please hold your position for a moment more. I'll be rejoining you right away. It seems that we have found our first duel, so be on guard against the enemy until I arrive," he said wordlessly through their telepathic link.

Going towards: Retreating towards Yazhu


@SubjectVision@ManyThings@SSW@1Charak2@Sunglass@Cu Chulainn

"Talk about being a try hard," Abigail said as she observed how the situation quickly devolved into many fronts of chaos. "I don't think any of them has what it takes. But, at least, it'll be fun to watch the fire-- or should I say waterworks?" she joked, even though no one other than she was there to laugh at it.

From the movements of the others, they seemed to have developed neat plans to deal with the situations they found themselves into. But was it really smart to try to freeze the water in the falling tank into an iceberg that could very well crush all of them instead of just accepting to become a little wet? At least, the structure of the tank didn't seem like it would hit anyone in its way down unless they went out of their way to stand under it.

By the way, isn't it a crime to drive a bus -- beyond the speed limit no less -- when you don't have a license for that? Should heroes even be allowed to break the law and cause as much collateral damage as they wish whenever they want just because it's "for the greater good"?

"But seriously, who decided that a tanker truck on fire is a good challenge for a bunch of wet behind the ears rookies? Do they have no sense of proportion in this place?" Abigail said in a way that more or less resembled the words of a disgruntled sportscaster. "Oh, wait. I guess that answers my question," she added as, out of literal nowhere, a giant robot appeared and began to wreak havoc in the streets, moving right towards a construction zone, destroying everything in its way.

Where the hell do they even get those kinds of things? And, more importantly than that, how large is this school's budget to waste this kind of resource in a simple 'routine' training?

I'm assuming applications are still welcomed, but not sure if the ones for villains is still closed?


Indeed, we are still accepting people but villain posts are full for the time being. If you want to join as a hero student, we are more than glad to have you.

Archer
Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation
Current Location: Latin District -- Overlooking the other Servants and Masters' gathering

Tristan nodded, acknowledging Ywain's greeting while appreaciating the fact that neither of them had spoken each other's name out loud in a place such as this.

The question that followed wasn't unexpected either and thus, easy to answer. "I seek but one thing. Atonement for the greatest mistake of my past, by granting the wish our King sought with every fiber of his being. That, and to make the wish dearest to my Master's heart come true. If I can do so much, my existence here will have had purpose regardless of how much sadness it brings to others," the Archer said with hesitation, his voice going even deeper into the sea of lamentation what was his very existence than before, as soon as he spoke of their shared king.

"As for my objective for this moment. I'm merely scouting future opponents. My Master is one of a gentle heart. She seeks none to make alliances and be forced to bear the sadness of breaking them when the final stages of this conflict come forth. Nevertheless, she doesn't harbor ill will towards anyone. If and when we cross each other on the battlefield, it shall be in a fair and honorable way, befitting the restrictions imposed upon us by this summoning," Tristan appended, certain that the last bit of information he gave would be enough for someone who knew he in his lifetime to figure that the Knight of Lamentation hadn't been summoned under the Saber Class for this conflict and thus the terms of what constituted an honorable battle for his present Class weren't the same.

"I beg that you do not take this the wrong way. If the circumstances were any different, I would be more than glad to stand beside you again. Nevertheless, this time we must fight one another once more," he said after a brief pause, finishing his answer to Ywain in a genuinely apologetic tone.

Going towards: ---


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@Nyahahameha
I suppose she's ok now. Just way for @SimpleWriter's word.

Archer
Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation
Current Location: Latin District -- Overlooking the other Servants and Masters' gathering

The redheaded Archer stood silently at the edge of the roof, observing the others. The night's breeze gently ruffled his hair and cloak giving him a truly otherworldly appearance, matching the melancholy aura that seeped from every fiber in his being.

It wasn't until he was spoken to by one of them that he stepped out of the dimly lit shadows, making his presence fully known to all of them.

"Apologies for my unbecoming behavior," Tristan said, his voice carrying a genuine tone of longing that would probably be enough to make a common man shed tears without knowing why. "However, given the sad nature of this conflict we find ourselves into, I suppose it's the natural thing to do. Right, old friend of mine? It makes me glad to see that another of my King's Knights also found a Master befitting their station," the Knight of Lamentation added, directing his words to Ywain.

Going towards: ---


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Madhisi
Current Location: Canal District -- Exiting the Stage

"Ghh!" Madhisi couldn't help but fall down to her knees and cough far more blood than anyone was allowed to without some serious side effects as soon as she attempted to force herself to go an extra mile and duel Lancer's Master on her own. However, even this simple relief would be negated of her by another assault coming from an unknown place, unleashed by an unknown assailant. And, even if both of these variables weren't unknown, in her state, as she felt the life slip away from between her fingers without being able to accomplish even the simplest task, Madhisi wouldn't be able to process or understand it either. Any information coming through her barely functioning eyes and almost deaf ears were lost in the mire that was her mind at this moment.

Even so, so matter how long she waited for, the relief of death would never come to her. Had she been captured? Did her opponents want to torture and make her suffer like... like...

But no. The truth is that... she had been saved? But, by who?

"Ber... serker? Why?"

Why did she do that? They barely met one another, and the one connection between them was that of rage, grief, and a burning desire to destroy what ruined their lives. So then, why did a being deprived of all sanity, whose only purpose was to be a tool of destruction, came to her help in a time of need?

Perhaps, she would never know the answer to these questions, but it wasn't like she could even think about them now anyway. Not when her consciousness drifted back and forth, muscles, bones, and even her nerves burned from the exertion she put herself through. And, despite all of that it was only cold sweat that drenched her form.

Who even knows what would happen when she woke up? Or even if she would wake up again at all? The only thing certain is that the dreams she would, her own nightmares, as well as the deepest thoughts in the mind of her maddened knight, would keep on haunting her for a long time to come...

Going towards: Back to home


@floodtalon




Not long after Ms. Tamashi's strange visit, Aegis had once again returned to her usual routine. With no other patron in sight and no hopes of anyone else coming in after the sunset on the New Year's eve, the shop was going to close early. It was then, no wonder that Aegis would be wipping the tables after placing a closed sign in the front door. "I suppose it could have been worse, at least it wasn't--" she said to herself, cutting her thoughts short when she accidentally dropped a glass, shattering it in a tiny million pieces.

"Great, and now I have to clean broken glass too. Really amazing," she said as she bent down to pick the fragments with a piece of clothes.

"What's the matter sister? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

Palis' voice came from the cafe's entrance and she stood there with a hand on her hip. Still transformed, she was invisible to the human eye; if anyone looked upon the scene from the outside, they might have guessed it was a strong gust of wind that had opened the door. "What kind of bar closes just before the dark of night? Or maybe you've just grown soft. Trying to spare these humans from staying out at night when there are creatures and Nightmares running about? Spare me the rabble..." Palis near-hissed the words out as she strode in without invitation, sitting at the first table she saw.


"Ahh, yes. Maybe I did," Aegis said, immeadiately forgetting the glass and turning around to face none other than her own sister. "At least, I'm not the one that got twisted to the point of throwing the nightmares at them," she added as she stared at Palis with an icy -- or perhaps was it a burning -- gaze.

"Do you have any idea of how many suffered because of your games?"

"Didn't I tell you to spare me the rabble? As if you hold any real sympathy towards these humans." Palis waved a hand to her side as if to point to the cafe's windows. Outside, the usual bustle of people could be seen scampering about on New Year's Eve in Miso City. "Don't try to act like you have the moral high ground sister. You and I both know the only real fun around here are Magical Girls."

Aegis glared back. She knew that some of what her sister said was true, since she didn't have a high enough opinon of humanity to care that deeply about them, but... "That doesn't mean that I would go that far. Having a low opinion of them and genocide for the sake of it are different things," Aegis said as she approached her sister.

"Either way, if you are so interested in these 'magical girls' why are you going out of your way to harm them? If there's one thing I know is that you may be selfsih but you never break the toys you really like. Furthermore," Aegis made a pause, removing her apron and other frily adornments from her uniform before continuing, "There's something else bugging me about this city and I'm sure you noticed it as well, right?"

"Hmpf. Look at you being clever and observant." Palis watched as her sister dignified her appearance some more before latching onto her proposed words. "Yes, I can admit, the Magical Girls are more of a...one-trick pony, so to say. They're entertaining enough, but if they're all like that blonde and gutted mutt then I have no real need for them. No, there's something else in this city like you said. And from what I can tell, it's drawn the attention of the Magical Girls. And whatever attracts them must be fun, right?" she said with a dark smirk.

"So it really was you..." Aegis said with a somber tone taking over her voice as she sat across from Palis. "Not that it matters anymore, though."

"Either way, your idea of fun and mine are totally different," the angel added in a bitter remark. "I don't know about you, but I'm none too fond of random lunatics binding me with Mother's power. It's not one of my kinks at all," Aegis finsihed saying, whipping her hair.

"So that's what happened. I could have sworn I felt a shimmer of Mother's power being flaunted..." Palis said, more to herself as she gazed back to the window. "It must be that trapped little canary. I'm sure you must have sensed her by now, hmm? It seems Mother still has some things kept secret away from us. How annoying...."

"She probably does but that's something to be expected. Why would she tell us about her work from eons ago?" Aegis said, agreeing with her sister's words for once. "Of course I felt something as soon as I stepped in this place but it wasn't why I came here so I just ignored it. Neither these magical girls nor whoever else lives in this place is really of my interest. Why should I give them more thought than necessary?"

"I came here to know why you came to this world of all places. And that's still my intention, but now I feel like I should bring you back home whether you want it or not, after seeing all that's happening. We are sisters, so if we could resolve this without fighting, it would be the best case scenario."

"But, if you insist, I'll have no other option,"
Aegis said in a serious manner. She wasn't threatening her sister, but was also fully intent on backing up her words if she needed to.

"Are you threatening me?" Palis' eyes flared up into an unearthly glow, the cat-like slits of her pupils expanding in rage. A miasma of darkness flared behind her and she almost stood up with how enraged she felt. But she managed to only scoot forward, the desire to tear into her sister's face evident and clear. Where she was once calm, now a moment later she was near-berserk. "As if you think you have any power over me sister. I came to this world because there was something of interest here, as if it was drawing me. And I won't be leaving until I discover it for myself."

Palis stared down the other girl, very much wanting to cause a fight here and now. But even she had some semblance of restraint and figured it would do no good to cause attraction to herself. Especially from any meandering Magical Girls, several of which she could feel even here. Pure lights wandering through the endless night, meeting another Demon...but that was beyond her scope at the moment.

"Stay out of my way and I won't have to send you to Mother in pieces, Aegis," Palis warned darkly.

"Hmph! As easy to trigger as ever. You really never change, sister," Aegis said as her sister almost exploded in a fit of sudden rage. "I'll leave you be for the time being since I have something to look forward to as well, so don't worry. But I wouldn't underestimate these humans if I were you. Their spirit is a really interesting thing, even if they themselves aren't. You may as well find out that you've bitten more than you can chew very soon," she added in a serious voice, looking stright into Palis' enraged eyes.

"Is that so."

Palis' glare didn't back down from Aegis' stare; rather, it soon devolved into a dark gaze of its one, one almost devoid of emotion. After she had taken a moment to calm herself of course. "The same could be said for you, sister. That presence that's drawn me in...hasn't it ever ocurred to you it wants to you too? Why else would you be here with me, you and I. Forces of darkness and light. Food for thought, Aegis."

"Look at you," Aegus replied in a mocking sweet tone. "I never thought that my sister would be the type to listen to so many bedtime stories. That's actually very cute of you, you know?" Even though she was aware that there may be something bigger in the works, seeing Palis believe that all of this was much more than a coincidence so earnestly made it almost impossible for Aegis to resist teasing her sister. And, as a follow up, she would reach forward and pet Palis's head like a child finding this more entertaining she should.

"Look at you," Palis snarled in annoyance. "Acting so nonchalant in the face of conspiracy. Fine then, don't come crying when the least of my warnings go over your thick head." Palis glared dangerously upon the hand on her head but Aegis removed it before she could bite it off. "Hmmpf. Do what you will then sister, but I have my own plans to attend to. This meeting was irritating, annoying at best," Palis said, already conjuring a portal of darkness and moving to slip inside it.

"Very well, then. I'll be aware of it. You don't need to be all hissy," Aegis said as she pulled her her hand away from her sister. "Anyway, at least take this with you. I don't want my own sister to go cold on the last day of the year," she said as she produced a paper bag. If Palis cared to look inside she would find a cup of coffee and a pair of doughnuts, a New Year's gift of her beloved sister to make their parting a little less bitter.


Archer
Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation
Current Location: Latin District -- Northern Sector, overlooking to a very suspicious gathering


It wouldn't take long for Tristan to notice the presence of other Servants. Five... no, four just in this district. One of the presences had just disappeared out of nowhere, which indicated that either they were dealing with an Assassin close nearby or someone had been defeated already. Neither of the possibilities was especially auspicious, thus he made a point of tightening his watch around his Master.

More interesting, however, was the fact that the other three Servants he could feel were all close together but no signs of battle reached him so far. Perhaps they too were just conversing for the night, or maybe even striking an agreement. There was only one way to know but it would put Yazhu in the line of fire which was not desirable, or acceptable, for Tristan.

Once they reached a vantage point from which he could spot the other three Servants, and -- to his surprise -- notice that he knew the identity of one of them, Tristan returned Yazhu to her feet and said, "While I understand your desire to fight alongside me, Master, I believe that this will not be the place for it. I have no intentions of engaging in combat at this moment, but in case it happens, I want you to remain safe. I noticed a Servant's presence disappearing in this area so we may be dealing with an Assassin, if you are able to conceal your presence through magecraft, I urge you to do so while finding a safe place inside one of the buildings nearby. It would be the absolutely most unacceptable outcome if we allowed an Assassin to take advantage of this situation and reach you while I'm unable to intercept them."

Being close to a potential battle between multiple Servants wasn't good for a human. Even if other Masters were present in the street, Tristan wasn't too keen on allowing Yazhu to expose herself without being sure of the circumstances that lead to this gathering, especially when a knight such as that one was here.

"Heed my words just this once, I beg of you. Now, if you allow me, we must get apart to ensure your safety," Tristan said as he moved to a roof across the next street at a range where the other Servants would likely have no trouble catching his presence, but only he would be able to keep track of Yazhu and continued to pay attention to their conversation while keeping his own melancholic silence.

Going towards: Nowhere at the moment


@SubjectVision@ManyThings@SSW@1Charak2@Sunglass@Cu Chulainn

"Wait? We got the extra special secret mission?" Mavis asked, surprised when Lieutenant Isoshima gave them their order. "That's so cool! I'll be leaving the directions for you then, Subs," she added, shooting a thumbs up towards Subaru just as the door was opened buffeting them with stormy winds.

Naturally, the third one to disembark was no one other than Mavis, who rushed to the edge following Tian and Yui. "See ya down there, guys!" the redhead said, giving a "salute" before kicking off the edge of the transport.

"Yeehaw!" Mavis shouted as she spun through the air, perhaps in a not as flashy way as the one who spearheaded their charge but at last the way she landed with a perfectly practiced three-point landing, using her powers to cancel the force from the impact with the ground. The ensuing repulsion blast stopped the rain momentarily, an eerie silence hung in the air just for long enough to the rain around their landing point resume right as a flash of lightning cracked in the background.

X X X

The next one to deploy would be Subaru. However, before she did so, the silver-haired Linker stood at the edge of the transport staring not downward but at the dark, stormy void that was the sky above their heads in a vacant way, completely lost in whatever thoughts pervaded her mind at this moment.

She sighed, unzipping her jacket and spreading her arms as if to invite the freezing rain to soak her even further.

"Neptune..." she called her drone in a voice almost too low to be heard over nature's rage before stepping into oblivion.

She fell with open arms, jacket billowing behind her for a little while before simply vanishing in thin air like a ghost in the stormy night. A moment later and she as well as Neptune would come out of a portal not too far behind the Striker who preceded them.


Archer
Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation
Current Location: Latin District -- Northern Sector

Tristan abstained from commenting on his Master's decision, in the same manner, he kept his thoughts to himself all during her conversation with the other Master. It was not a knight's place to do the contrary and, as long as he wasn't asked about his opinion he wouldn't do so.

All he needed to do was follow her bidding and vanish into the night. With the knowledge of the identities of one of their opponents, it would be much easier to track them down when the time for battle came.

As soon as they arrived at the Latin District, Tristan would follow the same search pattern from before. Zigzagging between the tops of the buildings in the area, following a path from north to south, in search of the presence of other Servants, while alert to Yazhu's sensibility to other Masters. This time, however, he could feel that there would be more foes to be met than before just as he arrived at the district.

It was just a matter of whether they would find or be found by someone else at this point.

Going towards: Searching the area


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