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Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

I'm just waiting for a decision on what we're going to do. It feels like there's an ongoing conversation thing between Mordred/Leon/Albert so not sure if the other characters are meant to interrupt or what.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

I didn't even specify any name lol

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Well I don't have any preference really, but it's either
>continue night shenanigans for a bit more until everyone has gone to sleep
>presume everyone went to sleep and start at the next day
So depends on which people want to do. Dunno how to hold a vote on things like this so better left up to GM maybe (?)

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

For christ's sake, I am five feet tall!"

Albert

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Holy fuck that is one long post

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

I'm just waiting for the GM post since it sounded like that was going to come

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@Turboshitter
That's what I figured.
>Leon gets to the tavern
>Sonja and the others gets to the tavern
>Kintoki and Albert gets to the tavern
>James gets to the tavern
That's the order I understood it at least

EDIT: Of course, if you're intending on gathering everyone or something, then you can just timeskip an hour or two.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

high-speed RP

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

The Deacon Arms Tavern

【 Interacting with Sonja @vFear 】
【 Magical Energy: 1200/1200 】

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"W-well, you could say I do." Truth be told, he wasn't too sure himself. The thin smoke coming from a cigarette seemed naturally appealing to him, and the idea of looking as cool as an 'action star' was too good to pass up. Of course, only having been in this world for a short time, his knowledge was limited to what had been bestowed upon him at the time of his Summoning. He was too impressionable both as a person, and as the Heroic Spirit of Kintaro. He recieved the packet for himself, holding it curiously as he examined the object that he felt this odd attraction towards. After his moments of fascination, he put it away to not be rude. "It won't be long. If somethin' happens, tell me immediately. Or, if necessary, use a Command Spell." He responded normally, but with a bit of concern. Going out on his own certainly wasn't responsible of him, but right now it was the one thing he 'needed'. As such, the conversation went naturally. "And don't feel like you have to sleep on the floor if it's only the one bed. I can deal with sharing if it'll keep you up to pace." He gave a nod, briefly waving to her as she went off to the stairs... "... Wait."

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Having stepped outside the tavern, he didn't get very far outside before giving a heavy sigh. "Did I just agree to that?" For now, he didn't want to think about it, walking a bit off to the right in front of the building, out of sight from the windows. He didn't want to stray too far off, but he needed some space. While watched by the eyes of others, he had to keep his head up and his back straightened.

"You are a man, so act like one!"

An old memory resurfaced. A demanding, yet reassuring voice from his life. From the one who had taught him to not only be a Hero, but an ideal Hero. As much of a brute as he was, he had become something more when working under her. Someone who had taught him, that even if he couldn't have his back straight for his own sake, then he should do it for the sake of others, so that they would not falter. It was a good lesson. Opening up the packet, he discovered the lighter placed inside the vacant space. He took it a cigarette out, pocketing the rest of the packet once more. Holding the wrapped paper 'container' between his two fingers, the whole thing just came naturally to him. His other hand ignited the lighter with a tiny spark, holding it towards the tip for a bit before bringing the lighter down to his pocket with the rest of the packet. The tobacco was drawn into his body rather easily, going unhindered. One unfortunate thing for a man like himself, was that light drugs, or any drugs rather, would do little to nothing for him, least of all cigarettes. None of it was absorbed into his Golden body, as it remained untainted, even after the cloud of smoke blew out from his lips. Still, the grey cloud that slowly thinned out in the fresh midnight air felt comforting, escaping the duties and expectations of those around him. He never disliked the feeling of others relying on him, but the empty street left him and the single smoke of cloud to have some time together. It only took a few seconds for the latter of the two to leave him, as he brought the cigarette back to his lips once more to watch it disperse once more.

"You could have done something."

The thought came into his mind before escaping him. He tried to recapture it as another grey hollow painting in the air was made.

"You could have saved them."

He was growing frustrated with the cloud, but he still wanted it back. No, he deserved to have it back.

"You could have been stronger."

The cigarette between his fingers was going through a painful experience, his grip on it steel-tight.

"You failed them."

...

A loud crash. Before he knew it, he was standing with his hand stuck in the stone wall of the elevated area that the tavern was built on. The only 'one' watching was the gathering of grey color behind his back, and broken cigarette between his fingers. His breath was heavy, making sounds resembling a marathon runner after the sprint of his life. Crudely, he dislodged his arm from inside the stone, shaking off the gravel and dust on his arm. After one deep breath, he was standing with his arms by his side, the remains of the cigarette lying beside his shoes as he stared upwards silent.

"Stand tall Kintoki."

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

The Deacon Arms Tavern

【 Interacting with Sonja @vFear; Rider of Red @KawaiiKyouko 】
【 Magical Energy: 1200/1200 】

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He listened patiently to his Master's words, the glass in his hand as he looked down to the solemn figure. Despite everything that had happened this night, the weight upon the young girl seemed far heavier than she deserved. If anything, he could sympathize. Actually, he could sympathize far more than he cared to admit. Even though the sunglasses and stoic figure of the grand Berserker made him seem unshakeable, the guilt of not protecting those in front of him, of not protecting those in need, would never lift. None of this was the fault of his Master however. She had taken the most natural course of action, and gotten others to safety despite the ambush, without even Berserker needing to be present. He raised his glass with one overly large motion, his head tipping back as he poured most of its content down the hatch, before 'slamming' down the glass on the table, though unintentionally.

"General, I'm not what you would call smart. You'll probably soon find out that I'm not actually all that good at planning at all, just using these muscles of mine to remove whatever happens to be in the way of my goal." In a matching gesture, he pulled up his right arm, showing off his biceps as the torn fabric of the shirt seemed to have an even harder time containing the massive python. "To do anythin' of worth, I need a good General. However, I can't fight under a General I don't agree with. Even if they can put these 'Glorious' weapons to use, I'd probably end up going against them even if it meant goin' out a little less glamorous than I would want. But, I can tell-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a drunken tone interrupted him, speaking sweet words of seductions. The Golden Boy was, if anything, an easy target to catch off-guard with this type of approach. The obscenities in her words were obvious, and immediately shook him, raising him into a panic as his face grew blush with a reddened color.

"Shu- I mean, w-what?!" He found himself turning nervously around to face her, but still being unable to actually look her in the eyes. This smell, this haze in her tone that made the thickest accents blur together even more. He was far too familiar with it, and not in a way that would let him stay composed. The mix of voices and random sounds, made it hard to catch anything specific, but for some reason, the hollow sound of a single glass from his Master being put down made shivers run through his spine. He looked back to get a glance at her face, and then turned right back to Rider. "W-was that..." He recognized the face, or at least, he thought he did. It was one he had felt drilling into his back several times when he had been approached by women during his life, though the intent was different entirely. Of course, the clueless young protagonist of children's tales couldn't make out the difference at all, if he had even managed to tell what it was during his life. "L-look, I, uh..."

Entirely lost for words, he had wasted so much time that the legendary Rider had moved away with disinterest already, his heart pounding rapidly as the Golden Boy took his 'defeat' at the hands of this woman. While Kintoki saw women as something to protect from harm, the two most frightening people he had met in his life had both been women. His affinity for stopping great calamities might be the highest of them all, but his affinity for those who desired him was rock bottom. Truly, this Golden Boy was nothing more than a 'Boy' in these situations. Still shook from the sudden encounter, he turned back to face his Master once, only to be reminded of the reason why he had turned away. Luckily enough, the 'frightening' face of a woman begun to fade away, as his Master seemed at least slightly more composed now. He reached out his hand to lay it on her shoulder, drawing her attention.

"A-anyway, the point is, tonight you acted like someone I would work under! Durin' that entire time, you could have told me to go wild and take out Saber, but that could've risked the life of those you were bringin' away from the fight, yeah? No matter what anyone else says, you were truly GOLDEN." Yes. Even though he had a wish of his own he wanted fufilled, he would never pursue that over the safety of others. His one true failing as a Servant in the Holy Grail War that would keep him from being an ideal candidate, was also what led him to be the shining example of a Hero worthy of a place in the Throne above. "From that moment onwards, you became not my Master, but my General in this war. Or would you prefer Commander? Aaah, there are so many 'Cool' names to use!" Despite his speech, he found himself slipping into his own habit of growing overexcited, acting as cheerful as a child at the oppritunity of getting to use the english words that were considered 'cool' by kids today. While trying to think up which sounded the best, he noticed the sleep-deprived eyes of his Master, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Well, we can think about that some other time!" How foolish he had been to not notice. "For now, you should go get some rest. With how things are going, the followin' days will be tough, so wastin' night hours after something like this isn't worth it. You deserve it."

He got off his chair, stretching his shoulders before speaking up again. "Oh, and could ya lend me a cig and a lighter? I want to 'Relax' a few minutes outside, fresh air is the best after all. I'll join you upstairs after."

It looked like he hadn't even thought of her concerns for his figure, casually asking for the thing which she seemed to have thought would taint him. As unpredictable as he was reliable, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing in this scenario.