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Of Gods and Men—An Urban Fantasy RP

Steven Fan

As soon as everyone else present chimed in about his plan being less than ideal, Steven held his hands in front of him and took a step back. He was a lawyer, after all; things like combat strategy and mission planning weren't things that came naturally than him, so he was quick to cede to the people who did know what they were doing.

"Fine, fine, fair point. Let's go with Donovan's plan, then; seems a lot less prone to disaster than mine, anyhow," he stated, shrugging his shoulders as the issue of casualties came up. It was kind of a given that people would probably die in the midst of the operation (hopefully not on their side), but he had to admit it still had to be addressed.

"I'd rather not kill if we could help it, but if it can't be helped, then you have the all clear to take them out. That should be it for the lead-up to this whole debacle, though, so let's get this show on the road."

With a deep breath, Steven began to follow behind the detective, hoping that their team's muscle would be able to cause enough havoc to let the rest of them handle their job without discovery.

It wasn't likely, of course, but it didn't hurt to hope.

@Tominas@TheFake@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

The Enforcer massaged his forehead as he listened to the explanation given to him by Siegfried, rapidly attempting to piece together a general overview of what had transpired based on that. As things were now, pursuing Fenrir past the giant wall of ice with the current party was a bit too risky; a the very least, Keisuke wanted everyone to be on the same page before diving headfirst into the fray.

"I—You—Aaagh, I can't really refute that argument..." Hildr said, sighing and shaking her head in response to Skuld's comment. "Fine, we'll work with you in dealing with that creature, but remember that if you show any sign of betrayal, we'll be the first to take you out. Are we clear?"

With a somewhat shaky truce now in place, Keisuke let out a slight sigh of relief and glanced down at the crater where the unconscious Thrud was being tended to by the Valkyrie named Ortlinde. If anything, it seemed that Arturia had done enough of a number to make her wholly unable to fight. That being said...

"She won't be awake for a while," Ortlinde stated, staring straight at Keisuke as she stood up. "Nor will the others that you have defeated, for that matter; I request that they be allowed to rest while we pursue Fenrir as a group."

After a moment of though, Keisuke turned towards Siegfried, who simply nodded and motioned towards the town.

"I shall come with you to bring those who are unconscious inside the gates. Once they are all secured, we can move out in pursuit of Fenrir; I trust this is sufficient for your cooperation?" the Saber said, to which Ortlinde simply nodded.

"That's fine by me, but I'll stay here with the rest of the group you have," Hildr remarked as Ortlinde picked up Thrud's body and began to fly towards the town's walls. "Your Archer did a number on me, but I guess I should count myself lucky that it wasn't that Saber over there that Thrud went to handle. If the circumstances were a little different and you had been born in a different era, we might've brought you to Valhalla ourselves. Could I ask for your name?"

Tomoe Gozen

Tomoe hesitated for a moment as the Servant in front of her spoke before quietly nodding and leading her back towards Keisuke. There were other Servants on hand to stop things from going south, including the 'Valkyrie' that she had been fighting up until recently, but...

"Master," she finally spoke, bringing the Enforcer's attention over to herself and the cat-eared Servant behind her. "This is the one who held off the corrupted Lancer while we were engaged in combat. She has requested to speak with you."

There was a momentary flash of stress that passed over Hildr's face once the word 'corrupted' was mentioned, but no more than that; she simply remained silent to see what was to be said.

@KoL@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze

Fate/esoterica

• Name: James Moriarty
• Class: Archer
• Appearance: "Leave everything to this old dandy, Master."
• Personality: Moriarty is, at first glance, an eccentric old man with a habit of self-deprecating jokes and a penchant for causing mischief. After all, while every other Servant around him is young and spry, here he is as an old man of around fifty! That being said though, Moriarty goes have a bit of a soft spot when it comes to dughter figures, and it has been proven that a little girl referring to him as 'papa' can change him from 'old man with a love for trouble' to 'doting father'.
  Or so one would believe. While that is as much a part of his personality as anything else, a Moriarty who is wholly focused on his hobby of evil is cold, calculating, and willing to sacrifice any and all things to achieve his goals. He loves evil in all forms, and will not hesitate to lead his Master down the same path should they catch his fancy.
  Which aspect he ends up gravitating more towards, of course, depends wholly on his Master.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: C
  • Endurance: D
  • Agility: A
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: A
  • Noble Phantasm: C
• Class Skills:
  
  • Magic Resistance: D
  • Independent Action: A+
• Personal Skills:
  
  • Magic Bullet Shooter: EX
    A skill originating from the phantom Moriarty was fused with, "The Freeshooter". Moriarty's bullets, shot out from the massive coffin-gun that he uses, can not only fire the magical bullets that always hit their mark, but also a variety of missiles (which are distinctly not bullets) and other such projectiles.
  • End of the Spider's Thread: A++
    Moriarty's own knowledge of criminal underbellies and his control thereof extends itself to the manifestation of this Skill. Plans of evil, that he may or may not have involvement in, will eventually reach his ears, and he can, in turn, manipulate them in subtle ways to bring about larger, long-standing effects.
    To smear good and defile law while remaining perfectly unknown but to a select few—that is this old dandy's modus operandi.
  • Evil Charisma: A
    Having been acknowledged by the esteemed Sherlock Holmes as having connections to every criminal underbelly, this skill manifests as the ability to weave people with evil in their hearts to do as he wishes. From robbery to murder to conspiracy, all is within the realm of possiblity for the Napoleon of Crime.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: The Dynamics of an Asteroid—The Ultimate Crime
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army, but can become Anti-City or Anti-Country if strengthened
  • Appearance: Under ordinary circumstances, this is assumed to be the coffin-gun that he uses to fight with.
  • Effects: The True Name and power of this Noble Phantasm embodies Moriarty's desire to commit the ultimate crime—so perfect in execution that nobody, not even his nemesis Sherlock Holmes, could find out the cause. While under standard restrictions, Moriarty gains the ability to fire out a massive barrage of bullets and missiles at his targets before finishing them off with a massive laser fired from the tip of his weapon.
    
    Mini-spoiler

    Beyond that, though, his Noble Phantasm, when fully invoked, has the ability to summon a massive asteroid at any location that he so chooses. It holds no special properties other than being considered an 'object that can harm Servants as well', but the destructive force that such a massive object colliding with the Earth would have is evident enough. Should Moriarty be strengthened by another outside force, this Noble Phantasm would be enough to eliminate an entire city or even country off the face of the Earth, with no trace left behind.
    Truly the 'perfect crime'.
• Alignment: Chaotic Evil
• Changes: N/A

Fate/esoterica

• Name: James Moriarty
• Class: Archer
• Appearance: "Leave everything to this old dandy, Master."
• Personality: Moriarty is, at first glance, an eccentric old man with a habit of self-deprecating jokes and a penchant for causing mischief. After all, while every other Servant around him is young and spry, here he is as an old man of around fifty! That being said though, Moriarty goes have a bit of a soft spot when it comes to dughter figures, and it has been proven that a little girl referring to him as 'papa' can change him from 'old man with a love for trouble' to 'doting father'.
  Or so one would believe. While that is as much a part of his personality as anything else, a Moriarty who is wholly focused on his hobby of evil is cold, calculating, and willing to sacrifice any and all things to achieve his goals. He loves evil in all forms, and will not hesitate to lead his Master down the same path should they catch his fancy.
  Which aspect he ends up gravitating more towards, of course, depends wholly on his Master.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: C
  • Endurance: D
  • Agility: A
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: A
  • Noble Phantasm: C
• Class Skills:
  
  • Magic Resistance: D
  • Independent Action: A+
• Personal Skills:
  
  • Magic Bullet Shooter: EX
    A skill originating from the phantom Moriarty was fused with, "The Freeshooter". Moriarty's bullets, shot out from the massive coffin-gun that he uses, can not only fire the magical bullets that always hit their mark, but also a variety of missiles (which are distinctly not bullets) and other such projectiles.
  • End of the Spider's Thread: A++
    Moriarty's own knowledge of criminal underbellies and his control thereof extends itself to the manifestation of this Skill. Plans of evil, that he may or may not have involvement in, will eventually reach his ears, and he can, in turn, manipulate them in subtle ways to bring about larger, long-standing effects.
    To smear good and defile law while remaining perfectly unknown but to a select few—that is this old dandy's modus operandi.
  • Evil Charisma: A
    Having been acknowledged by the esteemed Sherlock Holmes as having connections to every criminal underbelly, this skill manifests as the ability to weave people with evil in their hearts to do as he wishes. From robbery to murder to conspiracy, all is within the realm of possiblity for the Napoleon of Crime.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: The Dynamics of an Asteroid—The Ultimate Crime
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army, but can become Anti-City or Anti-Country if strengthened
  • Appearance: Under ordinary circumstances, this is assumed to be the coffin-gun that he uses to fight with.
  • Effects: The True Name and power of this Noble Phantasm embodies Moriarty's desire to commit the ultimate crime—so perfect in execution that nobody, not even his nemesis Sherlock Holmes, could find out the cause. While under standard restrictions, Moriarty gains the ability to fire out a massive barrage of bullets and missiles at his targets before finishing them off with a massive laser fired from the tip of his weapon.
    
    Mini-spoiler

    Beyond that, though, his Noble Phantasm, when fully invoked, has the ability to summon a massive asteroid at any location that he so chooses. It holds no special properties other than being considered an 'object that can harm Servants as well', but the destructive force that such a massive object colliding with the Earth would have is evident enough. Should Moriarty be strengthened by another outside force, this Noble Phantasm would be enough to eliminate an entire city or even country off the face of the Earth, with no trace left behind.
    Truly the 'perfect crime'.
• Alignment: Chaotic Evil
• Changes: N/A

Fate/esoterica

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Present.

Reincarnated into a New World For the Sake of Progress—An Isekai RP (Closed)

Prologue

With a scratch of his head, a young boy floating in the middle of the air stared down at the streets below. There had been a car crash involving a bus and a truck in the middle of a crowded city intersection, and though the paramedics on scene had rescued the injured, there were a few people that hadn't been lucky enough to escape with just a broken arm or leg.

"I know the old man said to go examine people and learn from what happened here to fix my world, but..." he mumbled to himself, staring at the incident with a concerned look on his face before he sighed. "It's not like I can just jump in and change things."

Slowly floating down until he touched the ground, the boy glanced around, making sure that nobody seemed to see him despite his anachronistic garb, before quietly walking closer to the ruined bus. While still contemplating on a course of action, the sight of a book peeking out from one of the deceased's bags caught his attention. With a callous shrug, the book was plucked from its hiding spot as the child-like figure flipped through it. There were a few nods as he skimmed through the pages, but his expression seemed to brighten much more in response to the words that he was reading.

"Hey, this is a great idea!" he said, clapping the book shut and tossing it into the air. It seemed to float for a moment before disappearing into a shower of silver sparkles, taking the boy along with it.

---

The landscape where the boy had brought himself was empty—an endless expanse of nothing but white as far as the eye could see. But with a snap of his fingers, an array of chairs suddenly popped into existence, and onto each of them, one of the recently-deceased from the incident he had just borne witness to.

Not their bodies, of course, but their minds—their souls.

"Oh, hey, it worked!" the boy said cheerily as he clapped his hands. In an instant, a microphone fell from out of nowhere and into his hands, and a pair of large speakers came into existence behind him.

"Testing, testing... Okay, we're all clear! My name is Pren, and I'm the manager of a little world called Larov!" the young boy began, addressing the somewhat-confused people staring at him in turn. A few of them seemed to try and speak, but seemed surprised when they were unable to do so. "Oh, right, you're all the people I picked up after there was a nasty crash in the middle of some city street. It might be a bit of a surprise to you, but you're all dead right now~!"

With that came a quick image of what Pren had just mentioned, eliciting a few shocked (but wordless) reactions from the crowd. After a few moments, the young boy threw the image somewhere else before continuing his lecture.

"So, um... It's kind of a weird request, but, umm... Please help me!"

With that, all semblance of composure disappeared from the child, and he bowed towards the ground towards the souls in front of him before continuing.

"Larov was meant to be a world where everyone could live in harmony, but after a few centuries everyone started getting really angry at one another! I'm talking things like wars, widespread poverty gaps, and everything else bad that you can think of! So I thought, 'how about I add a common enemy for everyone to rally against to fight?' and added some evil creatures off to the side. But then they grew, and now everyone's fighting each other instead and fighting them and please help me fix this."

There were tears forming in Pren's eyes as he finished his explanation, and after a moment the young boy wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the souls still staring at him.

"It's fine if you don't want to help me; I think the old man has everyone here set for something else if you want to go back. But if you do want to help, please, step forward."

After a few moments of awkward silence, a few people took a stand and walked towards the young boy. Pren seemed ecstatic that there were people even contemplating his greedy request, and he hugged each of them in turn soon after before realizing that there was still a job to explain.

"A-ah... Right. So, um... As everyone here is dead right now, I'll be putting all of you into new bodies so you can be reborn into Larov. You'll all be able to tell who's who from this world, and I'll give everyone a special ability to help me with this problem! Uh, well... Within reason, of course. Think of it as a present for helping me to fix my mistakes, okay?" he said, looking towards the ground in embarrassment as the other people who decided to simply sit by began to disappear, one by one.

"I'll keep in touch; once you've decided on something, just think really hard about what you want to pick and I'll get you as close as I can to the best of my ability!" he said before conjuring up a small chair and taking a seat.

---

It's been a little over twelve years since that incident, and, as promised, the child-like god had done exactly as he had said he would do. But with the reincarnated people only now approaching a coming-of-age, it remained to be seen how they would affect Larov in Pren's stead.

---

Form

[list][*][u]Name:[/u]
[*][u]Age:[/u]
[*][u]Gender:[/u]
[*][u]Race:[/u]
[*][u]Appearance:[/u]
[*][u]Personality:[/u]
[*][u]History:[/u]
[*][u]Skills:[/u]
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[*][u]Cheat:[/u]
[*][u]Other:[/u][/list]

So... yeah. Quick, easy, simple isekai. Not much else to it.
Except maybe if you wanted to be silly and get a Japanese name for this in which case...
「私たちは進捗のために転生された」
or 「進捗転生」 for short. :)

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Kumozaki Keisuke

Once Elizabeth had engaged in battle with the hooded Valkyrie, Keisuke was finally allowed to stand on his own two feet, which in turn let him figure out what exactly the situation had become by now. The two Lancers dueling were the furthest from his mind in terms of worries, though, as the giant light show that had started (mainly due to the intervention of the two Casters) caused him to shield his eyes. The sound of thunderous explosions echoed through the theater, and it took the Enforcer a moment to stop the ringing in his ears that came about as a result.

Most the Valkyries that the two Casters had struck were now lying prone on the ground, and more than a few of them were disappearing into golden particles. That number began to increase as a few more bombardments occurred, leaving the group at less than a quarter of what it had been initially.

By now, the group as a whole had been dragged out of Nero's Reality Marble, leaving them in the middle of the cold Nordic night. The sudden shift back to cold air caused Keisuke to shiver, and he involuntarily rubbed his arms to warm himself up before turning to survey the rest of the battlefield.

"What the heck happened while we were gone...?" he muttered to himself, glancing at the giant pieces of ice lodged in the ground and the massive shimmering wall in the distance.

---

Once the Reality Marble had dissolved away, the Valkyrie who had been dueling Elizabeth faltered for a moment. The sudden shift back to the night caused her to flinch, and that mistake proved to be her undoing. In a few successive strikes, her opponent had quickly forced her on the defensive, and every so often she would slip up once more and cause another gash to appear on her body. Even so, if she could just keep her opponent here a while—

"Ortlinde! Put that on hold for a second and get over here! Thrud needs help!"

The familiar voice of her sister pulled her attention away from the fight at once, and with one final parry the Valkyrie quickly retreated from the battlefield and moved towards where her sister (and her opponent, oddly enough) were crouching over Thrud's battered body. She wasn't gone, if that meant anything, but she was certainly not in any state to fight.

"Hildr... What...?" she asked, half out of breath from the fight prior.

Tomoe Gozen

Once she had arrived at Saber's side, Tomoe took a deep breath and knelt down to examine Thrud's prone body. She wasn't dead, of course; if she was, then it was long past time for her body to be disappearing. Despite that fact, though, the Valkyrie seemed to be more than just 'unconscious'. It wouldn't be surprising if it took a few days for all of the damage she had sustained to heal—time that they didn't have to waste right now.

As she rose to her feet, the faint sight of someone—likely the one who had pushed their enemy into a corner while they were occupied—caught Tomoe's eye, and she immediately leaped over to go see the cause. It was as she had expected... Somewhat. To see a Servant dressed in such attire in the middle of an environment like this, even if they were more than superhuman...

Could they really have been anything other than a Berserker?

"Mmm... I thank you for keeping our opponent at bay," the Archer said, quickly nocking an arrow of flame and firing it to shatter the ice holding the Servant in place. "But that's not what I'm here to ask about. If you have enough of your senses about you, answer me thus: what was it that attacked us just now? And more importantly: are you willing to aid us in defeating it anyhow? There must have been a reason for you to keep attacking that Lancer for so long, after all..."

The Archer's weapon was lowered, of course, but it was clear that she was wary about questioning a Berserker in the first place.

Their Master, on the other hand, had by now run up to the two Sabers from the other side of the battlefield. The increasing amounts of ice scattered about coupled with the massive blockade in the distance caused him to pause for a moment, glancing behind him as the two Casters and Lancer followed close behind.

"Can I get some answers, please?" Keisuke asked, motioning towards all of the anomalies around him before Siegfried spoke up.

"Master, it is a relief that you are safe. I can summarize the situation in short: the two Valkyries are huddling over the body of the one who challenged the King of Knights here to a duel and failed to obtain victory in turn; the ice was thrown by the giant wolf Fenrir, who retrieved the enemy Lancer and created the wall that you see over there. It is unlikely that we will be able to pursue with the current wounded, as I believe that it would be too dangerous to leave them be and—"

"Hey, what are you talking about over there, not-Sigurd?" chimed in the pink-haired valkyrie as she walked out of the crater and stared at Siegfried. "Just because I'm all bruised up right now from fighting your friend doesn't mean I've gone mad, you know. Even I can tell after seeing that creature that something was far stranger than what we thought was mind manipulation. Oh, right, introductions..."

With that, the Valkyrie took a deep breath and put of a half-smile, half-wince as she looked at the rest of the group.

"Lancer, Hildr. The one over there looking after our fallen sister, Thrud, is Ortlinde, and we're all technically summoned as a single 'Servant' despite being different existences physically. For the trouble we have caused, erm... We're really sorry," she finally said, bowing her head low before turning to glance towards the wall once more. "But to think that it would appear... Without the gods present, I'm not even sure if all of us could defeaa..."

As the Servant spoke, her voice began to trail off as she spotted Skuld walking over. The glow of her spear began to strengthen ever so slightly as she adopted a stance in opposition to the Caster, despite the situation.

"...I was going to request that we form a temporary truce and figure out a plan to at least contain that beast, as the second-in-command following my sister, but knowing that she is still alive is making me have second thoughts..."

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@KoL

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Seeing that Tyaethe had decided to scale the golem rather than figure out an alternative method to deal with the golem, Tiral took a step back and, after a moment of pause, lowered his weapon. It wasn't as necessary for him to press the attack when their biggest problem solver was already on the job, and it would do them all a disservice if his own spells were to misfire during this situation.

With the fact that their enemy was now occupied with a knight shimmying up to (probably) take their head, however, the mage-knight took a moment to reflect on what the drider had said. After all, simultaneously declaring that the one who had attacked the Captain was free of guilt but also declaring that the orcs dying was nothing that mattered...

The two statements seemed contradictory in the strangest of ways, and it seemed everyone else was too wrapped up in the fighting to think about the situation for the moment. While he wasn't going to simply wave off the situation and believe their enemy without a second thought, something like this did warrant some attention.

"Captain, have you noticed the contradiction in that girl's words and what has happened thus far?" he asked, taking a step back as he examined the situation a bit more. "While I wouldn't doubt a dislike for those creatures we slaughtered earlier, it does seem odd that such an action wouldn't throw a wrench in our enemy's plans. You'd think that they would be more aggravated that things hadn't gone according to plan, correct?"

Of Gods and Men—An Urban Fantasy RP

Steven Fan

With a nod, Steven glanced down at the pile of documents once more to deal with the questions he had just been posed. It seemed as if none of the others wanted to sift through the paperwork, which meant it was left to him to dictate and dispose of them after the information was out on the field.

"Mmm... Give me a moment," he said, flipping through the papers for a moment before sighing. "Guards numbering fifty minimum, with three Contractors minimum among their number. Slated to be about 200 attendees otherwise, at least half of whom are expected to be noncombatants. They're really not going to be making this easy for us..."

With a bit of a dead gaze at Donovan, Steven turned towards Mao before shrugging.

"I think HQ has someone contracted with Mnemosyne somewhere, so worst comes to worst we just nab them and make them 'forget' what they saw. Honestly, I'm against that if at all possible because the idea of tampering with someone's memories bugs me to no end, so let's try to keep it as quiet as possible. That being said, though..."

The brewing argument between Abigail and Fremont was starting to worry the lawyer; the ego of a small child compared to the 'give no fucks' attitude that Fremont seemed to be touting would inevitably end up with more clashes in the future. While that would probably be fine given the fact that they would inevitably have to work together anyhow, the 12 or so hours leading up to the raid was likely not enough time to make this relationship "stable" in any meaningful way.

"Okay, Abigail: let's stop right there," he remarked pointedly, staring calmly at the girl as she began to flaunt her abilities. "Neither your ego nor your pride will help us in this situation. If you're going to be representing the Fianna, I would hope that you had the rationale to realize that not everyone is going to acknowledge you simply based on words alone. If you believe yourself to be in the right, then show us as much, and if you believe Fremont to have wronged you, then have the dignity to act in a manner befitting of your position. Are we clear?"

Despite the fact that she was a representative and that he was no more than a bit of fresh blood to the world of law, he was still technically her superior and supervisor (well, really, that was Donovan's job, but that wasn't important at the moment). That being said, though, it wasn't like he could simply brush off Fremont's comments. He could probably sit the man down and figure out a solution later, but it probably wasn't the best idea to aggravate the starving beast right now.

"If you're ordering food, I'll take some black pepper ribs with rice," he remarked, handing over a menu to Lundgren from some cranny off to the side. "But in any case, I'm in agreement; we can worry about this after we deal with the problem tonight. All clear?"

---

The rest of the day had gone by fairly uneventfully for Steven, given that he spent most of it brushing up on the possible enemies that the group might have to deal with and studying on his own. He had a feeling that Abigail was wont to prove him wrong for the last half a day, but it was now to see if she would actually follow up on those feelings.

Their dropoff location was a few blocks away from the docks, and under the cover of night it was fairly doable to slip through the crack that had been made by the ones setting up the job for them. That didn't mean that everything afterwards would go swimmingly, of course, but getting into the area undetected was as a good a start as any.

"Okay, our destination is down this way," Steven said, walking forward with his hands in his pockets. "Ideally, combat begins at the entrance to their market, but their guards' patrol patterns seem to be somewhat random. Stay on your guard."

His fear—at least, in his opinion—was wholly warranted; this was the first time he would be involved in actual combat in his life, and not only did it involve possibly having to kill people, but it was against a ground of people who probably outclassed him. But at this point, going back was most definitely not an option.

"Mao, let us know if anyone that looks aggressive is en route; Donovan, keep us cloaked as long as you can. Let's move."

@Tominas@TheFake@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Fate/bizarro alternative

Emiya Shirou

The summoning of his Servant had gone without a hitch, or so it had seemed; the arrival of a man clad in blue tights and wielding a crimson spear showed as much. Shirou himself wasn't quite sure what to make of his Servant, though; he had only heard passing remarks about who the Lancer actually was, and even the name failed to ring any bells. The rest of his family seemed to be quite pleased with the turn of events regardless, though, which meant that the red-haired boy probably had no reason to really argue about the outcome.

The family's next destination, it seemed, was the Tohsaka manor. Lancer, it seemed, had opted to patrol the city instead of meeting with everyone else. The choice of action seemed reasonable to Shirou, at least, but there was still a part of him that wanted to make sure that Illya had another layer of protection from attacks.

Just in case.

The other Masters and Servants present at the locale gave the young man mixed feelings even so, though; while the boisterous bearded man was about par for what he had expected from a man who had conquered a great deal of land in the past, the little girl hiding next to a nun was about the farthest thing he had expected to see for anything dubbed a "Heroic Spirit".

"...Hey, mom, dad, sis..." he began to say, eyes flicking back and forth between his family and the girl. "Are you sure that the little girl over there is someone able to match... Well, that?"

'That', of course, was the man who was taking up half the room with sheer presence alone. It wasn't like they would fight one another, of course, but it was hard to imagine that a petite child who was shying away from everyone else present was in the same category as every other Servant he had seen thus far.

Caster of Black

There was a bit of an awkward silence as Caster followed behind her Master, unsure of how to respond. She could tell, at the very least, that Othianne was trying to calm her mind; it wasn't exactly working perfectly, mind you, but the fact that they were both under similar circumstances came across fine as it was.

Once they entered the room, the Duchess simply curtsied towards the young lady who was present and waiting before taking a seat next to her Master. This was the sort of person she tended to stay away from the most, or at least one of them; haughty, conceited, and egotistical. The other, though...

"...Ugh."

The verbal intonation of disgust slipped past her lips as she watched the group's Assassin, the thuggish man that he was, walk into the room and challenge Saber to a match. No, the head of the household here was a thousand—no, ten thousand times better than this murderer. Viy seemed to act accordingly with Anastasia's emotions, growing in size and casting a shadow over the Caster as it wrapped over her, almost as if in a hug from behind.

"Master, if there is anything that I must have known right now, it is that the vagrant in front of us is someone who I will wholly object to ever cooperating with in any way, shape, or form. He is the sort of man who I could never tolerate even being near, much less work with," she said quietly, glaring daggers at Izou as he spoke. She wouldn't attack, of course, as that would likely bring ruin upon themselves just as well, but even so...