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GubGarI am still here, I was just having some trouble with ideas. I thought I might need one of the NPCs to Master the Servant I play, but I think I've got a Master I can work on now. Since Artificial has just properly been pronounced gone I might go with Berserker.
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There are stupid questions, but if you pretend you were just joking you should be okay.
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The best business pitch is to throw the business ball past the business batter to the business catcher.
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I sometimes hear about someone having skeletons in their closet. Ok? How do you know they're still in there? You can't just assume a skeleton is gonna stay still. This is your house, not a graveyard.
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I somehow managed to miss this one until now, but it looks like... Lancer is still available, am I right?
Montag Apartment
As he listened to his Master's Declaration of an outing, Saber leaned on the frame of the newly-opened door, where he had arrived only a few moments earlier. In contrast to the knightly garb he had been summoned in, he was now dressed in a t-shirt and jeans more fitting of the day and age, something critical for interacting with the neighbours and blending in, although it would scarcely fool anyone who had a sense of magical energy.
"A splendid idea!" Saber had already held a contented look on his face, so his expression as Richard related his plan was simply a shift from passive to active happiness. He knocked his hands together twice, cleaning off a fair amount of dust. Richard couldn't be sure of the exact source of it, but he would have a general idea. Saber had been helping the neighbours with various physical chores since their arrival, in between his visits to restaurants and bars. "Killing would be fruitless, but gathering comrades is best done early."
Saber let his Master pass through the door before walking alongside him as the two made their way down the staircase to the parking lot. Along the way he made friendly greetings to the last few tenants who were just locking up for the night. As the pair stopped next to an unassuming minivan parked among all the other civilian vehicles, the swordsman turned to the mage. "I'm sure you know the risks of coming out yourself. The bloodthirsty Assassin is probably stalking the streets while Caster schemes and spreads pawns."
A frown formed on Saber's face as he regretted his words immediately. Stealth and Magecraft still required much training, and they could certainly be used for good. If he met a Servant from one of those Classes who was worthy to join his band, he would definitely have to commend them on rising above their assigned status in the war.
The air audibly shifted in a thunderous clap as Saber's hand moved and closed into the thumbs-up position directed at Richard. "...So since you have the courage to step out onto the battlefield of heroes as a man of the modern age, I promise to spare no effort in your protection!"
With that, he brought his other hand down on the top of the car with not quite enough force to dent it. "We have space in here for a great many heroes! If your familiars have informed you of anyone in particular, we may head there, but I otherwise have no problem simply exposing my presence while we do a bit of sightseeing."
Flying Saucer
The silvery disc was supported by its three landing legs on the small island at the centre of the duck pond. Its surface way entirely smooth and without marking, aside from the spaces where the legs extended from. However, when the last of the Blue Fields citizens had cleared off of the streets, an externally invisible hatch on the saucer roof opened with a hiss.
"-Guess I'll go up with you."
If anyone had been in the park at this late hour, they still would not have heard the second half of Andrei's sentence, as it was stopped by the boundary of the island. From the hatch, the UFO's captain climbed out, followed by the Emperor of Rome. The latter was outfitted in a fashionable, if rather flamboyant, winter coat, while the former was completely bundled up with a thick jacket, earmuffs, scarf, and gloves.
He had grown up in Arizona, after all.
"Take the wheel, skeleman! Put the cloak up, but leave the landing legs down!" He called down into the cabin as he closed the hatch behind them. As it fell into place, a small handle rose from the top which could be used to open it again. It was something that could be retracted using the control panel, which meant they were completely at the mercy of Agent Morgan. A scary thought, but at least he didn't have a gun.
Nero was the sort to put you in a daze when you spent a day with her, so Andrei couldn't think of the furthest apart they had been since her summoning, but now, Andrei very intentionally huddled close to Nero. His new coat was thick enough to make the chilly Montana air manageable without her added warmth, but that didn't account for what they were about to do. "Keep a sharp eye out, okay? If an Archer or flying-type Rider catches wind of us, you'll be our only hope."
The hummm of the saucer was something that anyone hanging around it would quickly tune out, but now it raised in volume until it could no longer be ignored. The pair could feel it moving under them, beginning to hover, but ignoring a slight correction from the mildly uneven ground to a perfect midair level, there was absolutely no wobble. Abnormally for such takeoffs, the three legs of the UFO remained extended, and after a moment, the entire surface, legs and all, vanished from sight. Andrei and Nero could feel the surface they stood on and detect the immense mana core within, but they did indeed seem to be standing on air.
"Let's get outta here!"
The humming reached its peak, and the saucer flew away.
There was no explosion or prolonged jet of flame. The people of Blue Fields would scarcely see or hear a thing. Nonetheless, the energy in the air was nearly tangible. This was flight meant to travel the stars, and in another moment, it would reach its destination. Its altitude was low enough that it would have been at risk of crashing into the W.I.P. skyscraper of the city, but Morgan's dexterity was far too precise to allow for something like that, even if it had been able to damage the ship.
Anyone in tune with mana would note the vague position of something in the sky, and the eyes of Servants were sharp enough to pick out the nigh-invisible ship even without the two people grouped atop it, being battered by the wind. Just now, they were partway through the downtown area, but where would they end up?
Flying Saucer, Blue Fields Park
Yes! He had managed to summon one!
"Umu!"
...What did that mean?
By all accounts, a really gorgeous lady had appeared. A former boss of Rome, apparently. Did the Romans fight skeletons? If there was even a chance, he had to warn her not to-
"You may praise me now."
Was it supposed to be like this? Andrei had gotten the impression that having a Servant was meant to be more like "I will do as you command, Master." A working relationship that didn't involve some ancient dead lady rubbing up against you.
This was perfect for him, then. It would've been dull if his situation had been the same as everyone else's. While all those losers were stuck being "Masters," Andrei would be a "Maestro." He liked the sound of it, for now. Plus, if he really needed to boss someone around, there was always that skeleton guy.
On the subject of praising the Emperor...
"Uh, nice entrance."
That ought to do it.
"But yeah, I'm Andrei Ozhidani. Your Maestro, I guess. Do I call you Nero, or am I supposed to go by your class container?" He made to pull back and offer a handshake, but if Nero decided to keep him in her grasp there wasn't much he could do. " Welcome to my flying saucer! In this war we have the extremely cool benefit of a mobile base, so make yourself at home!"
He looked squarely in Nero's eyes. She was weird, but that was fine. Good, even. Meanwhile, the smell of paint definitely seemed to be clearing out along with the last remains of the summoning fog. Using his newly gained Master's clairvoyance, he could see that she was a high-quality Servant whose abilities would work well with what he had.
"I don't know if you had any plans in mind when you appeared, but there are a few important things to take care of. First you'll have to meet my right hand man. He looks like, but is not actually, a skeleton. The other thing is a real dilemma. See, we all need winter clothes, but since none of us have winter clothes yet we can't go outside to get them."
He looked Nero up and down. What she was wearing looked kind of warm, but it was no jacket. "If you're good with braving the elements to buy a coat or two, I'll give you some cash. Or maybe you have another plan?"
Flying Saucer, Blue Fields Park
"Jeez louise, it's chilly!"
Andrei stepped off the ramp that rose from the ground below and into the UFO interior. Behind him, the ramp folded up to become part of the floor, sealing the cabin with a hiss. "The boundary field's up, but I'm not going out there again without a sweater!" As he spoke, he walked, and he reacclimatized to the heated indoor air of the ship. His words were undercut by the occasional beep from the control panel and the constant hummmm of the saucer's core.
"I could go get you one, but the townspeople would probably beat me to death before I made it to the store." The metal chair at the other end of the cabin spun around, revealing a human skeleton.
...No, that wasn't right. The eye sockets that should have been holes into an empty skull were instead indentations about half an inch deep, painted black. The joints of its limbs were very obviously artificial, and from the left side, the screws that held it together could all be seen.
Moreover, a price tag hung from its ribcage.
"Mind you, they could only kill me because I don't have a-"
"If I get you a gun, you're not gonna be using it to attack random townspeople" Andrei could see the sentient halloween decoration's trigger finger twitching restlessly. What kind of wraith had he stuck inside those plastic bones?
"Right. Yes, sir. As long as we're hiding here, I'm sure I won't be in a shootout anyway."
They were parked on a small island at the center of a duck pond that was bereft of ducks. It had a pair of benches, a small plaque built into the ground explaining how a tree had been planted in someone's memory, and a white bridge that led to the bulk of the park. Thanks to Andrei's efforts from a moment ago, civilians would not notice the large metal disc dominating the island, and any who tried to go there would suddenly decide to enjoy a lovely day somewhere else.
"Still, just because it's a good hiding place doesn't mean it's not pretty lame." Andrei threw himself down onto a couch. The entire surrounding area seemed to hold traces of ancient and advanced technology, but had been largely converted into a modern-day living space. "But I'm stuck indoors because of this icy Montana weather!"
"I think it's normal for this area and time of year." With Morgan sitting in a chair next to the couch while Andrei lay down, the situation looked like some kind of joke about a psychiatrist.
"Good point, Boney Bob!"
"It's Agent Morgan."
"That's a stupid name."
"You came up with it literally six days ago!"
"...Whatever. If everyone around here was expecting it to be this cold, maybe we could fly around until we see some people with coats on, then with the tractor beam..."
"Why don't you just summon your Servant and have them get you a sweater?"
A look of supreme realization appeared on Andrei's face. "Oh, yeah. Good point."
He was a quick worker once he got started, so in fifteen minutes, the complex circle for the summoning ritual had been drawn in bright red paint on the UFO floor.
"You think the air recycler is gonna filter out those fumes? Agent Morgan commented idly from his position splayed out on the pile of furniture that had been moved to make space for the ritual.
"I mean it's super high tech, so probably, right?" Andrei sniffed the air, which seemed, if anything, less paint-scented than when he had first opened the can. Probably a good sign. "Okay! Boney- um, Agent Morgan! Please step outside!"
"Can I ask why, first?"
"Servants are heroes, after all!" Andrei started speaking as though he would have said the same thing even if the skeleton had made to walk silently outside. "And any self-respecting hero would attack a low-level monster like a skeleton on sight! With that in mind, I'll explain your situation to them, and then you can come in!"
"I'll ignore that you just called the way you very intentionally made me 'my situation', but is that really true about heroes?" He was lowering the ramp to head outside either way. It wasn't like he could disobey the captain's orders, after all.
"I dunno. It made sense in my head."
The skeleton was already outside.
As the ramp raised itself back into the floor, the three landing legs of the UFO also folded in. There was a slight thump as the full weight of the saucer landed on the well-kept park grass, connecting to the land.
With the hiss of the cabin being sealed, Andrei turned to the circle. Now that he had caught a whiff of outside air, the paint fume smell was a lot more noticeable, but he was still pretty sure it was getting filtered out.
He took a deep breath, and began the incantation-
"Abracadabra!"
Nothing happened.
The magical energy did not react, and command seals were nowhere to be found.
Andrei sighed.
"Grail. Have you every heard of the Rule of Threes?"
A slight reaction. The circle began to glow.
"It means that if I have to say something three times, I'll be very disappointed!"
With a slight burning sensation, some sort of bruise began to appear on his hand.
"I know you've got your magic words you like to hear when people summon Servants, but it's important to try new things! Understand?!"
Light began to pour forth from the circle.
"With that in mind-"
The light became blinding.
"ABRA-KA-FUCKING-DABRA!"
The cabin was completely filled with a wave of steam. Always a sign of good things.
Hopefully the air recycler would filter it out.
Scáthach
Lord of Spirits
Outside 'DDD' Hot Spring, Foreigner’s Lowlands
@Paradox Witch @TheHotSpringCrowd
With a single movement, the sun was coming down. If it was allowed to fall here, it would incinerate them all.
There was no time for her to reach the one that had prepared it, and Achilles, being the fastest hero, had made his attack against it before the nature of their protection had begun to clarify. Still, being the fastest hero, it should have been possible for him to do away with his weapon and attack again, driving the offender back. In that case, she would put her faith in the abilities of a hero trained by another famed teacher.
How backwards. How arbitrary.
On that subject, it was clear to her, now. The surge in power from Chiron's Master, the transition from Gin to FUJIMURA, could only have been the result of-
"I see. A set of numbered rules."
Not nearly as bad as she had expected. Very nearly respectable, and she hadn't even met the man.
"I apologize for not visiting the bar when it was open. It seems there would have been much to observe." The second half of the comment was directed at the Lyaeus.
If Nikola Tesla was a brilliantly burning Star that forged humanity's path forward, she was the eternally burning Star that guarded humanity from behind. These mockeries of mankind did not belong. Their existence was wrong.
She would correct it, as she always did.
It was not a matter of dashing, charging, or rushing. Scáthach moved towards the Lyaeus who had aimed to bring madness onto the group. Its efforts had not bought it any time against her, as she had made use of Self-Suggestion even before the command of the Yakuza boss had filled the air. She was already two steps ahead.
Scáthach had already arrived next to the one who was attempting to destroy the glasses. A spear of bone appeared in her hand, and was thrusted with full force at the Lyaeus. It was not a Noble Phantasm release, but it was flew forward with deadly accuracy-
-And discorporated half a foot from the Lyaeus' face.
The protections of these beings prevented runes of strength from being useful, but runes of speed remained effective for maneuvering. The spear-thrust could not be called a "wasted attack" as Scáthach continued with its momentum, bare handed.
The runes were deactivated at the last moment.
"Donnie, was it? Would that be short for something?"
A fist came from below, cracking into this "Donnie's" chin and retreated the instant the blow had landed. Strike, feint, strike, evade. Her Clairvoyance told her where the enemy would move, and her mastery of Martial Arts allowed her to decide on the correct response.
"As you can plainly see, humanity has no desire for anything you wish to bring upon them."
In that sense, she was two steps ahead. Even as often as she had fought in such ways before, the slightest hints of cool began to surface.
With a kick, it was sent flying across the ground. It was not a "finishing move." Before the Lyaeus could get its bearings, she was upon it once more, continuing the assault.
"Abandon this, now."
Reiki Matou
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Scáthach
'DDD' Hot Spring, Foreigner’s Lowlands
The awful feeling enveloped her, as Reiki felt it uniquely through each worm. An undeniably evil wrongness came from the beings that were swarming the city. This was her. The one central power had been replaced by many. However, numbers did not mean weakness.
There was no doubt. A threat to mankind.
"So to everyone who wishes to help me save this city and stand by my side, put your glasses on and let's get to it!"
Glasses? But she didn't wear-
Oh. He must have handed them to her while she was stunned. It seemed most of the people in the room had a pair, including her Lancer. Pretty stylish, as far as Reiki could tell. And there was a certain energy coming from them.
"Lancer, I want you to focus on supporting everyone here with your runes." Lancer was already moving.
As she donned the glasses, all became clear. She stood up straight and held her head high. It had always been her goal to stay strong in times of crisis, and so in the greatest crisis she would bring forth the greatest strength. "No offence to Benita, but there are much safer places out there from which to conduct an operation to seal that dome." Reiki exited the meeting room just behind Xerxes.
She would do her part, they all would, and the sun would rise again.
Air Squadrons
Above Fuyuki
The skies of Miyama and Shinto were abuzz that night. Surveillance was key with such a large number of powerful enemies about. But surveillance was not where the capabilities of these insects ended. A storm of rats, pidgeons, and bugs allowed for complete communication between any willing parties in the city.
Moreover, these mere insects had been given equipment by a slayer of gods.
Therefore, as the brave heroes fought against these Lyaeus, as they found that their weapons were just barely insufficient to finish off these foes with constantly restoring shields, the runestones would drop.
It was not merely the Pioneer of the Stars who was provided with this air support. Anyone who was already in the process of battling the Lyaeus would see burning stars fall from above toward their enemies at just the moment they prepared their own attack.
Around Fuyuki, the explosions began.
These new abilities, though, did not distract those assigned from their original purpose of surveillance. What were the additional one-hundred-and-one creatures getting up to?
Across the city, they would learn all they could.
Scáthach
'DDD' Hot Spring, Foreigner’s Lowlands
"Lancer, I want you to focus on supporting everyone here with your runes."
She was already moving.
The feeling that had come from that bar had been perhaps the most dreadful thing she could recall experiencing. As one who defended humanity, she could identify such a threat immediately, although not by name.
When it was replaced by so many smaller sources, though...
I've seen worse
As a Servant, a shadow of her true self, she would certainly have to work together with the other heroes. Nonetheless, if it was just a large number of beings that did not belong, they would be overcome and driven back with time. Scáthach was a hero who forced out beings without the right to exist, and so it was only natural that it should be impossible for the being trapped under that stone to emerge while she was present.
Well, it would have been unwise to rely on that idea.
If this was not the location they were to stay in, then the best use for her runes would be enhancing the other fighters.
As "Lancer Prime" had already left, the next most battle-ready one was...
This man. His armour was high-quality, his bearing noble, and yet he seemed a bit unruly somehow. Regardless, if he had come to fight, she would make sure he didn't waste any time.
"You. Don't move for a moment." As she approached him, she produced something that looked like charcoal from a satchel. With that, she began inscribing the first rune of enhancement on the Servant's left pauldron. "This is to save the world."
She worked efficiently. Strength, and Endurance had already been inscribed, although they remained dormant for the moment. "I'll get to the rest of you soon enough."
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