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Richard Montag

@GreenGoat @Flamelord @Beloss
While the assurance that his Assassin was indeed not Jack the Ripper was a given, the ease with which he handled the knife still had Richard contemplating Victorian Era serial killer. It would not be impossible to think he had summoned the predecessors of the Ripper, Spring Heeled jack, which would have left Richard with a true terror for anyone for anyone that opposes him. Of course he had to concede that Spring Heeled Jack was always reported to be a rather demonic figure with sharp claws and fire breath, which just didn't mesh with the clean cut look of the man before him.

Considering that knives have long been the tool of cutthroats, chefs, butchers, physicians, soldiers, sailors, and housewives alike, Richard could have spent days hypothesizing as to his Servants identity, though this was time which would be better spent elsewhere so the magus was glad to have the spirit answer for himself.

However, before Assassin could properly introduce himself, Richard was alerted to their brief reprise from the masses being ended by the arrival of an armored Servant -Not to mention the veritable stampede of Berserkers and Cat Girls wanting to feast- with a noticeable accent, most certainly one of the knight classes judging by his form and manner. A brow rose on the Magus' face as the name of Nevsky's lord was spoken, Richard seemingly taken aback by the suddenness of such a proposal in the first minutes after their summoning.

"Ah yes, Lord Walgrave. Well I do believe we were off to the dining hall as everyone else is, but he is more then welcome to join us. With such prolific company like yourself and the other legends of old, it seems only fitting to discuss the future over a banquet."

Even as Richard warmly invited Nevsky and Walgrave to converse over food and drink, he tapped into the bond between Servant and Master to convey an amused message within the sanctity of their minds. "It looks like you are already a hot market commodity, Assassin."




Tamamo No Mae

@KoL @Raineh Daze @Nanashi Ninanai

Caster tittered giddily as her Master responded kindly to her forward advances, not making any effort to dissuade the amorous concubine from the proximity she had so desired. It was not like Tamamo would say no to the randomly chosen love of her new life, and nothing built up a relationship like direct contact for extended periods of time. Why else was Ananta laying her claim on her Master when confronted by the Grecian Witch, or that adorable child would then latch onto said witch for dear life? Tamamo could smell the budding romance in the air, and since she didn't have to kill each and every person in the room that opposed her Master, she had no trouble wishing them all the best of luck.

From her comfortable hold upon Seyrun's arm, she was beginning to take in those around her with more detail, vaguely recalling the stories of a few from her own homeland until a tremor in her reflector had her focus on one figure in particular. Regal in garb and manner, with a reflector to match Tamamo's own, was Queen Himiko. This was something of a pleasant surprise for the vulpine Servant, who knew well that Himiko was a devout follower of the very Goddess that Tamamo was an aspect of, therefor by Tamamo's logic, Himiko may as well be her priestess as well.

"Hey! Himi- Oh! Master!" She had raised her hand to cheerily wave to the potential friend in a foreign land, but before she could get a word in edge wise, Seyrun was off like a shot to chase after the Einzbern Master, supplicating before the clearly disinterested woman as though seeking favor. Svetlease covered for herself with a textbook deflection, but having served in the Imperial Court, Tamamo could practically see the homunculus looking down her nose at Seyrun. Despite lacking any knowledge on Seyrun's actual political standing among the modern days societal elite, Tamamo was assured of her greatness against all facts to the contrary and instantly came to dislike this noble Master.

"Master~" Knowing that confrontation this early would bring them nothing but a disservice later on, the imperial concubine thought it better to disengage and try again later once Svetlease was ready to beg Seyrun for her services. With a flutter of her eye lashes and eager wag of the tail, Tamamo pulled Seyrun into the room and towards a section of the long table not looking like a warzone as Servants tore about wild game, seating the both of them so they could see the door and try to wave down her priestess later. "Sooooo, my name is Tamamo No Mae, and I'm going to be beside you for this conflict. Can my great and magnanimous Master tell me about herself?"

There truly was no greater distraction then talking about oneself at length to an attentive audience.
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Hmm. I might consider the two 2-Star Spirit option provided my lackeys agree to it. In any case, I call upon the powers of Edginess, kicking, and caramel: @KoL. I call upon the forces of ice beetles, spiral eyes, and bestiality: @Lonewolf685. You two will awake to be my Spirits. There are no objections.


I'd pull out the Pheonix Wright meme but I'm busy doing beetle things. Will look into this when I get time, Mr. Cats, Despair, and Lewdness; AKA Windel
Jekyll, yes. A bit late here, hard to keep all the names and RPs straight off the cuff :3
@GreenGoat

Don't worry, I won't run out on Faust anytime soon :3
Will post for Tama and Richard tomorrow, assuming Flame doesn't want Nevsky to open up the dialogue first.
What is with the talk of power levels? Does one need to pull up the Rin's monologue from her battle with Dark Sakura in HF~?

I'm just speaking humorously in regards to the shear usefulness of Zelretch's sorcery as a utility in and of itself. Why fight when you can banish people to another universe?
Madea needs to pull out Rule Breaker and see how many Servants she can steal by stabbing everyone in arms reach. I'd wager 8 before anyone can try to stop her, and by then she's got a good power base to hijack or slay the rest of them.

Though by that point Zelretch would jjust throw her into a parallel universe populated by animated cheese burger people and be done with it.

Suparna Wolgen



All things considered equal, Suparna wasn't surprised the majority of the Demonic army was annihilated by forces among their own ranks. This wasn't because she was the sort to shake her fist ruefully and screech 'I told you so' at the fools who put stock in a very recently acquired prisoner, as Suparna gave Miyu the benefit of the doubt out of pure disinterest in her ultimate fate. No, Suparna was a creature with an uncanny sense for that oft ignored mental talent known as pattern recognition.

It was only to be expected that some catastrophe would once again occur which decimated their army, just as it was all too fitting that Suparna herself avoids this fate by flying above it in pursuit of the objective with a compatriot in toe, only for said compatriot to be drawn away by a battle in the vicinity of Grafdakka. There was even poisonous gas being released on the masses, though they lacked the beauty of Victoire's roses, and Alt Signia had yet to rise on four legs and walk away, but Suparna was more then comfortable treating this like a second go at the Elicitor.

Henry slipped from her grasp and went in pursuit of the traitor, but the Queen of Carrion paid no mind the short term gratification of vengeance when there was still an objective to complete. Without Henry, the chances of stealing the goods were all but nil, but there was still a chance that Suparna and Chirada could infiltrate the base and destroy the goods from Ruthria to eek out some success in this operation. The blazing conflagration that was the remnants of the Demon Army, which were being picked off by forces leaving their battlements unattended, and the ever attention grabbing aerial assault from the Machina meant that no one had the time to consider the group of Angelic skirmishers escorting a captive Chirada into past the battlements.

Nor would any on the perimeter detect the faint traces of demonic taint among the radiant Angels as Suparna's maggots dug into their brain stems and controlled them from the inside, guiding her into the base towards where Suparna believed there was ample storage space for those supplies to be stored. It wasn't a hard deduction, as Miyu had been using genuine maps for the actual planning stage of this botched operation, and Suparna had made sure to give it more than a once over for her role.

Now Chirada's beak parted, revealing the blackened eyes of Suparna staring out from the inside.

"Good enough..." Maggots poured out of Chirada's opening, dispersing among rubble and crawling into any exposed pipe or duct on their way to the objective, forward scouts so miniscule in size and power they may as well be undetectable unless clumbped together or right before someone's eyes. They'd expand her awareness and make it easier to evade any eagle eyed patrols, allowing the controlled Angels and lone survivor among the Demons progress forward unopposed...for the time being.

@KoL @TheWindel
I guess I'll wait to post on Margarita until Jack gets sorted out.
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