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Should be up tomorrow. I've been waiting on Archer and Berserker's players to submit their CSes, but that's no reason to keep the rest of you guys waiting.
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Should be up tomorrow. I've been waiting on Archer and Berserker's players to submit their CSes, but that's no reason to keep the rest of you guys waiting.
Lauren turned to face Sangue with keen emerald eyes, aiming her clasped hands together at Sangue like a pistol. She fired it off as a greeting, grinning at Sangue as she leaned backwards towards the girl, clasped legs keeping her supported without the use of her hands.
"Sangue!" she said through her beam. "More life, my queen. Cap was just telling me about all the food he was copping us as soon as we found Amy! Two-for-one deals at Whamburger for students, some milkshakes, maybe swing somewhere else for some ice cream. All on his dime!"
She fired off her finger gun again, winking as the "barrel" cooled.
"Between you and me, I'm starting to think we could really take advantage of this pretty motherfucker."
Both of us.
Jericho realized what was happening to him all at once - he was being punished.
All that shit. All those years of lies. You would be wasted spending your life at my back. Live for yourself. Make your own fate. Only you are worthy of being at my side.
I go and do it, and what does he do? He starts screwing with me as soon as I'm out of the country!
That two-faced, passive-aggressive, needy, emotionally insecure, vainglorious...man-child. This would have never happened if Jer hadn't stopped the rest of his friends from killing him in that nightclub putsch like he deserved.
Make no mistake, Rich. I stopped that. Bekah had an elephant gun in the sound booth waiting for you.
Jer couldn't go back now, not without being told he was a flake, unworthy of his kingship, unworthy of his higher status as a knight. Was this Rich's way of telling him that he was a fool for ever having left? He couldn't remember mentioning Bianca--wait, had he mentioned Bianca in the AAR? Was this a jealousy thing!? Jealous of what!?
Looks like I picked the wrong week to swing both ways...
Speaking of both ways, the other boy and the girl in the dorm were both staring at their new captain expectantly.
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Fine.
He would be the best captain - not king, captain - ever. Like Troy Piper was.
Rich would be begging for his knight back by the end of the Vytal Festival. Begging for someone who could pillage doughnut parlours half as well as he could, someone who could get them into clubs, someone who could prepare breakfast without consulting a twenty minute CCT video...
I am irreplaceable, you helpless goddamn queen.
"Ah-choo. Sister, bring forth the royal Puffs with Facial Lotion."
"What? No!"
"Very well. Bright, bring forth one of my wretched sister's t-shirts. One of those rags will suffice."
"Ewwwwwwww! Eww eww eww--!"
"What? No!"
"Very well. Bright, bring forth one of my wretched sister's t-shirts. One of those rags will suffice."
"Ewwwwwwww! Eww eww eww--!"
Jericho Piper had never been more serious. He looked at Luke and Bianca with new eyes, ready to address this cobbled-together unit of hated foreigners as their captain for the first time. He needed to make an address - one that would seal their status as his second team for life.
"I guess."
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CS templates are now live! Remember - PM us any questions or final sheets instead of posting them here in the int. check. We don't want you guys giving up your big reveals yet!
Omnes viae Romam ducunt.
All roads lead to Rome. No matter who you had been, no matter what you had done, no matter where you had come, it was you who had been chosen. It was you who had been called to the City of God, your flesh marked by mysterious sigils of sanguine. It was you who had been called to become a Master, to serve as an anchor for those heroes of bygone days. It was you who had been called to fulfil your greatest wish, to make your dream a reality.
It was you who was chosen by the Holy Grail.
Deep in the vaults of the Vatican, the Grail has awoken, its voice guiding seven individuals from across the globe to Rome for a singular purpose: to take its power for their own. An artefact with immense magical energies, the vessel of Christ’s lifeblood is said to be capable of performing miracles. And all that is required is a simple ritual.
A battle royale.
Seven magi will summon seven Servants, magical beings containing the essence of legendary heroes, to fight each other until only one remains. And the victors, both Master and Servant, will be proved worthy of the Grail. Proved worthy of having their greatest wish granted.
Your greatest wish.
But, unlike the past wars to the East, simply winning the War is not everything. Rome is under the aegis of the Holy Church, and every step you make, every action you take, is only permitted because they deem it so. And to retrieve the Grail from deep beneath the city, to steal it away from the boundaries of Urbs Aeterna, is to declare war on the Church on its home ground. In order to succeed, subtlety is absolutely paramount, and making alliances could be beneficial.
If you are not careful, you will be exposed to the wrath of Rome itself, and possibly even the disapproval of a unique, independent Servant - one who calls the Grail itself its Master.
The risk is great, but the rewards are even greater.
That is the nature of the Holy Grail War.
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Hey folks, this is a Fate RPG set in modern day Rome, where a Holy Grail (or for the more cynical, just a big mass of magical energy) has chosen seven Masters from all over the world to participate in the Holy Grail War. Pretty straightforward, except Rome is Church territory, so if you're not careful, they'll descend on you like a sack of bricks. The Grail’s also in their possession, so at some point not only will you have you fight off your competitors, you'll also have to find a way to sneak it out of Rome without getting hit (making friends will help out in this new heist, but remember - a Holy Grail War only has one winner!)
There's also a Ruler overseeing this War, so if you overdo it, you'll be getting a visit from them as well.
Besides that, none of you know what Servants your rivals have summoned either. So when we (@Plank Sinatra and @Crimmy) get the CS templates up and you’re ready to submit your finished CSes, PM us your pair’s full Servant sheets, and we'll show redacted versions that we will fill out as you guys fight each other and bait each other into revealing your abilities and identities. Think of a system akin to Fate/stay night and its status screens.
We'll try and start when there's seven Servants and Masters. If you don't have a pair, hit up your friend, or if you really can't or none of them are interested, feel free to be both sides of your pair.
Character sheet templates will go up when we get enough interest. In the meantime, feel free to tag us here with any questions. One of us is always awake and usually around.
All roads lead to Rome. No matter who you had been, no matter what you had done, no matter where you had come, it was you who had been chosen. It was you who had been called to the City of God, your flesh marked by mysterious sigils of sanguine. It was you who had been called to become a Master, to serve as an anchor for those heroes of bygone days. It was you who had been called to fulfil your greatest wish, to make your dream a reality.
It was you who was chosen by the Holy Grail.
Deep in the vaults of the Vatican, the Grail has awoken, its voice guiding seven individuals from across the globe to Rome for a singular purpose: to take its power for their own. An artefact with immense magical energies, the vessel of Christ’s lifeblood is said to be capable of performing miracles. And all that is required is a simple ritual.
A battle royale.
Seven magi will summon seven Servants, magical beings containing the essence of legendary heroes, to fight each other until only one remains. And the victors, both Master and Servant, will be proved worthy of the Grail. Proved worthy of having their greatest wish granted.
Your greatest wish.
But, unlike the past wars to the East, simply winning the War is not everything. Rome is under the aegis of the Holy Church, and every step you make, every action you take, is only permitted because they deem it so. And to retrieve the Grail from deep beneath the city, to steal it away from the boundaries of Urbs Aeterna, is to declare war on the Church on its home ground. In order to succeed, subtlety is absolutely paramount, and making alliances could be beneficial.
If you are not careful, you will be exposed to the wrath of Rome itself, and possibly even the disapproval of a unique, independent Servant - one who calls the Grail itself its Master.
The risk is great, but the rewards are even greater.
That is the nature of the Holy Grail War.
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Hey folks, this is a Fate RPG set in modern day Rome, where a Holy Grail (or for the more cynical, just a big mass of magical energy) has chosen seven Masters from all over the world to participate in the Holy Grail War. Pretty straightforward, except Rome is Church territory, so if you're not careful, they'll descend on you like a sack of bricks. The Grail’s also in their possession, so at some point not only will you have you fight off your competitors, you'll also have to find a way to sneak it out of Rome without getting hit (making friends will help out in this new heist, but remember - a Holy Grail War only has one winner!)
There's also a Ruler overseeing this War, so if you overdo it, you'll be getting a visit from them as well.
Besides that, none of you know what Servants your rivals have summoned either. So when we (@Plank Sinatra and @Crimmy) get the CS templates up and you’re ready to submit your finished CSes, PM us your pair’s full Servant sheets, and we'll show redacted versions that we will fill out as you guys fight each other and bait each other into revealing your abilities and identities. Think of a system akin to Fate/stay night and its status screens.
We'll try and start when there's seven Servants and Masters. If you don't have a pair, hit up your friend, or if you really can't or none of them are interested, feel free to be both sides of your pair.
Character sheet templates will go up when we get enough interest. In the meantime, feel free to tag us here with any questions. One of us is always awake and usually around.
So he did explain.
As they enjoyed their coffee outside, Brennan recounted the events of last night through his own eyes from start to finish. If anything, he undersold his role in the chaos as much as he could - after all, explaining to your girlfriend that you willfully and gleefully hopped into the path of a bus, even when your esper ability revolved around such a sudden jolt, was never going to go over very well. He also appeared slightly sheepish when he admitted that, unlike her, he'd had his target trapped in a corner like a dog, only to let him go for the cheque they'd just cashed.
"But it was a good idea." He had no idea how his self-defense was working, but he refused to budge on his conviction. "If Anti-Skill had taken him in he would have just clammed up and we probably would have never heard a single thing about it again. At least the cheque gives us a name to go off of. Besides, I'm not even really making a profit. Not when I consider expenses."
He beamed cutely and took a long drink of his coffee, eyes never leaving Kawaguchi's.
CORINNE SHOURICHI'S SUPER HOT DATE! A SUPERHERO FALLS IN LOVE FASTER THAN A SPEEDING BULLET!
"Fear not, loyal friends! My stalwart minions! Every moment since my conception has been spent planning this suit's theft! May your dreams hold me aloft on my flight to destiny, as I hold your dreams aloft in tuuuuurn!"
The Guarlion Custom had not sought to change its altitude after Corinne had thoroughly humiliated its Barrelion escort, so Corinne only had to keep pace with her counterpart - an easy enough task given the R-Blade's specifications. Normally she would have found such a task as this not just child's play, but beneath her notice; Hazel Ada seemed to be having tons of fun with this engagement, so perhaps the disabling of the Custom would have been delegated to her in most circumstances. But there was something about this Guarlion, or perhaps something about how everyone had asked her to do it...she...she...
She loved it! She was so cool! She was their...their...
superhero!
Corinne squealed in delight as her R-Blade followed the Guarlion Custom, parallel, on its path towards her second-in-command. Adam was already engaged with another Guarlion, but he would no doubt prove capable to the task of distracting the enemy commander for the crucial seconds she needed. As he moved forward for an Assault Blade strike, the R-Blade's G-Revolver was drawn, ready for a pair of dead eyes on the Guarlion Custom's shoulders. Normally she would have found it a task worthy of the beam rifle, but even with her prodigious aim there remained the possibility of more damage than was necessary. A few dead eyes with the G-Revolver would do the trick.
"Adam, my love!" she sang, already lining up her aim. "Be prepared to catch the Guarlion when it loses flight capability! Anju, you saucy bitch, help him carry the load back to shore. Hazel Ada, cute mute, once we have the Custom, break pursuit. You're not in a video game. Aaaaand..."
She fired once, then again. One shoulder, then another.
"Boom, bye bye~!"
"Trust me, you can't possibly be adjusting more than I am at this second." Now that the dorm was filling up, and Jer was being faced with the breakdown of all his move's predictability, he walked over protectively to his things. His eyes fell on the three photographs, but he didn't move them. Instead he reached for the lone open box of clothes, where the imprints of the three photographs were still faintly visible in a stack of folded shirts. He reached for the top fabric and pulled it out of the box; it was no shirt at all, but a matte black face scarf, faded slightly brown from age and wind.
He let out a long, deep breath. The fabric rolled through his fingers and slipped back into the box.
"Look." He turned around to face the two Beaconites, face inscrutably neutral. "I would rather take a jack-knife off that balcony right now than sleep in the same room with either of you. Especially for a sustained amount of time."
His teeth chewed, very slightly, on the corner of his bottom lip.
"But I would rather be here than return home a pancake. So I'm not going to question this until someone questions me. Are either of you team captain?"
"Nope."
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Where in Vale could you get good lamb? Sear that with some thyme...
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"Yes."
He came sidling back in a few seconds later, crossing his arms sitting on the dresser beside his TV and video game paraphernalia. He refused to sit on the bed yet.
"Your TV in here is crappy and probably not 4K. I'm using it as target practice next lesson. This is an Atlesian TV dorm now."
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