Fion raised an eyebrow at Eldren's response, wondering what she was playing at. He couldn't recall doing anything to piss her off recently, minus that one incident when he had just woken up in Cykes after whoever had been in Riley's body had torn him apart. Then again, he had been rather pissed off after losing an arm.
Still, Fion was rather annoyed that Riley was trying to blow him off when he wanted to actually have a serious conversation for once. Forget this. If Riley didn't want to talk about her issues, he'd go work on his own issues. Might as well have a chat with...Fion sooner rather than later. That is, if she actually tried to have a civil conversation for once instead of trying to murder him.
It was rather sad, Fion reflected, that none of the women in his life wanted to just sit down and have a nice chat. Whatever. It was Riley's problem, not his.
"Suit yourself," Fion shrugged as he turned to leave. "I'll be in the corner taking a nap. Wake me up when you need me. Eldren, talk to me when you feel like it. Who knows, I might actually have something important to say."
And with that, Fion slumped down in the corner, closing his eyes for a little rest, and hopefully a reasonable dialogue with the girl in his head.
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tobiax said
Indeed.Yeah, reading it now, figured as much and giving minor tweaks, nothing major, just some stylistic things. I'll probably just put what I need posting of in there too and call it a day.Anyway, does it sound like a half decent idea to have a point-buy system in Digimon RP related character creation? I mean, the main thing I was thinking of using to balance it was complex Digivolutions and number of techniques per form, but I realize there's not much to balance it against.
Just use Anima or something. Pretty good tabletop ruleset for animesque shit.
Moving back into college tomorrow. Probably going to spend the rest of the week shitting around with friends. God knows nothing happens during syllabus week.
Rider
Rider walked through the streets of Septum, clutching a cup of what the Grail told him was "coffee". Whatever it was called, the stuff was bloody amazing, as it focused his mind far more than tea ever had. He could've used this substance back when he'd been planning campaigns and plotting the downfall of his enemies. Of course, given the Grail War, it was likely that he'd be doing much of the same as he had in life, albeit with far less soldiers and resources this time.
"Face me." A voice cried in his head, carrying the unmistakeable presence of a Servant with it. Rider snorted.
"Really?" He muttered to himself as he turned to face the direction the presence emanated from. "Just a direct challenge? They're not even trying to stay concealed? This is just idiotic." Rider shook his head, sighing. Oh, well. He might as well go and observe this gathering of fools, if only just to scope out his competition.
Ten minutes later, Rider stood in front of the stadium that the Servant's signature originated from. Shedding the overcoat that his Master gave him, he summoned his armor back onto his body and walked inside.
Rider walked through the streets of Septum, clutching a cup of what the Grail told him was "coffee". Whatever it was called, the stuff was bloody amazing, as it focused his mind far more than tea ever had. He could've used this substance back when he'd been planning campaigns and plotting the downfall of his enemies. Of course, given the Grail War, it was likely that he'd be doing much of the same as he had in life, albeit with far less soldiers and resources this time.
"Face me." A voice cried in his head, carrying the unmistakeable presence of a Servant with it. Rider snorted.
"Really?" He muttered to himself as he turned to face the direction the presence emanated from. "Just a direct challenge? They're not even trying to stay concealed? This is just idiotic." Rider shook his head, sighing. Oh, well. He might as well go and observe this gathering of fools, if only just to scope out his competition.
Ten minutes later, Rider stood in front of the stadium that the Servant's signature originated from. Shedding the overcoat that his Master gave him, he summoned his armor back onto his body and walked inside.
Dervish said
TITANS ARE MY TRIGGER!
Fantastic comeback, Jaeger Bombastic. You know what would be an even better comeback, though? GOING THE FUCK TO SLEEP!
Dipper said
I was born 21 years ago. For 11 years I've journeyed across the internet. But for all these years, I've never been the ruler of my own curiosity. I have seen the gates of Tumblr beyond which no sane eye may see. Behold, in Tumblr an insanity sweeps the land.http://glitterlovesdragons.tumblr.com/aboutmeWhat the actual fuck.
See, this is why 4chan hates Tumblr.
Annaliisa
Annaliisa paused as she was about to take a bite out of her burrito, glancing at the Command Seals on her right hand. A vision flew through her mind from her link with the Grail. The...was that the Overseer of the War? He utterly slaughtered a Master and Servant that had taken up arms against him, before issuing a warning over the Command Seals.
She paused, chewing on her burrito for a second. She swallowed.
“Huh.” Annaliisa said before taking another bite out of her burrito. “Well, that happened.” She closed her eyes, channeling a minute amount of prana through her Command Seals, and commanded Assassin to return to her.
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Assassin/Nemo
Elsewhere, Assassin continued on with his sweep of the city as the night pressed on. Where he was right now, in the business district he had spied from his vantage point earlier, it was slightly busier; there was still a buzz of activity about the place as people went about their work, night shift or otherwise.
It was at that point, however, that he felt a faint tug at himself from an unseen point; and he paused for a moment, wondering what it was, before he suddenly remembered.
Ah yes. His Master. It seemed like she wanted him to return.
Again, he paused, thinking.
As much as he liked this city, he’d covered good ground for tonight. It wouldn’t take him too long to return to his Master’s location if he went at full speed, and perhaps he could see about slipping out again once whatever matter he was being called back for had been settled.
He could hope anyway, he thought, as he ducked quickly into an alleyway; his Presence Concealment fully engaging before he darted out of the tight space at full speed, an invisible blur in the dark night as he rushed back towards his starting point, flat over the other side of the city.
______________
Fifteen minutes later
Footsteps rang out across the previously-quiet air of the apartment as Assassin materialized; not bothering to announce his arrival by knocking or giving his Master any other warning, he simply glided through the wall whilst still dematerialized and hidden by Presence Concealment. As a result, he seemed to come straight out of nowhere.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked, not bothering to make any particular gestures this time as he walked into the living room, idly noting that his Master didn’t seem to have budged an inch from the sofa in the hour or so he was gone.
“Yes, well...we have a bit of a problem.” Annaliisa scratched the back of her neck casually. “It’d take too long to say it in words, so I cheated a little.” She pointed at the mirror that had been set up on the coffee table and put a finger down on it, channeling prana through the artifact. Instantly, her memories of the vision from her Command Seal began flashing across the mirror.
The Overseer. The Horsemen. The appearance of the Lance of Longinus. The trivial slaughter of Caster and his Master.
A look of shock crossed over Assassin’s previously stoic and impassive face. He paused for a single long moment, as if troubled.
“... A problem indeed. Goddamn.” He said after that moment passed, as he took a seat in one of the armchairs that seemed to have found its way back into its normal position, in a tone that indicated he really couldn’t think of another way to respond to what he’d just seen.
“And here I was, thinking I’d come to a peaceful time,” He muttered to himself, with a rather noticeable hint of bitterness in his voice.
Annaliisa shrugged, offering him a burrito from her take-out bag. “Peaceful is relative. Wars still happen, people still kill each other over effectively nothing, and magi usually make everything worse.” She glanced to the side, a slight trace of bitterness leaking into her own voice.
Assassin looked up as his Master offered him the burrito. He seemed somewhat perplexed by it for a brief second, before the Grail caught up to him and dumped the relevant information straight into his head.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he reached out and took it with a nod of courtesy, and took a bite before continuing.
“I suppose some things never change,” He said with a sigh, swallowing his mouthful before taking another bite. His homeland seemed to have invented a phrase relevant to this situation; and in all honesty, the burrito wasn’t half bad. At least he wasn’t going to be feeling the side-effects anytime soon.
“In any case, what course of action do you intend now? I’ll be honest; I may be significantly above average for a member of my Class, but I’m hardly a perfect match for any of those things the Overseer was giving orders to, and there didn’t seem to be a Master involved anywhere.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Annaliisa gave a thin smile. “There’s not a bloody chance that I’m going to have you fight any of them on your own. I came into this war to fight magi and challenge myself, not commit suicide. We wait for now. Kill time until some others come out into the open.” She sat back, finishing her burrito. “In the meantime, care to tell me a little about yourself? Such as what Noble Phantasms your possess, or at least your wish?”
“My wish?” Assassin asked, as he finished his own burrito; thinking to himself quietly as he swallowed the last bit of it.
He’d been called by proxy of a catalyst, not of his own particular will; she’d asked a good question, what exactly DID he want risking his life for that bloody Cup for?
“... If I’m to be entirely honest, I’m not completely sure myself,” Assassin said with a shrug, “I wasn’t called forth because I have a wish I want granted, so I suppose I might have to figure one out. As for myself and my Noble Phantasms… Perhaps it would be easier if I simply told you my true name? You ARE my Master, after all.”
At this, Annaliisa only nodded her assent, motioning for Assassin to continue.
“Simply put, you and others in this age would know me mainly by [REDACTED], the one who helmed [REDACTED]. If the Grail’s any indication, it seems I’m quite well known for that,” He said simply, starting out deadly serious before letting out what seemed to be a dark chuckle at the end.
Annaliisa paused for a moment, taking the information in. “Huh.” She said, her face neutral. “So...your Noble Phantasm is, what, having your friends hold a person down before stabbing him?”
“Not quite. I have two, both crystallizations of the events of [REDACTED]. You should be receiving information about them in a second.”
The Enforcer’s eyes glazed over for a moment as information about Assassin’s Noble Phantasms entered her mind. She took a second to process the information before nodding.
“Alright, then. Seems useful, even in a direct fight.” She paused for a second, looking at her Servant. “You want me to call you by something besides Assassin, then? Bit long of a name to shout in the middle of a fight.”
“I suppose,” Assassin replied, content enough that his Master was confident in his Noble Phantasms, before dropping into a quick bout of thought.
He could do with an alias, he supposed. Of course, it would have to be one he would actually remember; fat lot of good picking something he’d forget after a few days would be.
“How does ‘Nemo’ sound?” He replied after a few seconds, “Simple and easy to remember for both of us.”
Annaliisa just nodded, before she realized something.
“Oh...right. Forgot to tell you my name. Annaliisa Edelfelt. Good to meet you, I suppose.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, I suppose,” Nemo said with a shrug, a smile poking through his stoic demeanour just a little before he ruined the mood with “Also, have you got any more of those burritos? They’re bloody moreish.”
Annaliisa paused as she was about to take a bite out of her burrito, glancing at the Command Seals on her right hand. A vision flew through her mind from her link with the Grail. The...was that the Overseer of the War? He utterly slaughtered a Master and Servant that had taken up arms against him, before issuing a warning over the Command Seals.
She paused, chewing on her burrito for a second. She swallowed.
“Huh.” Annaliisa said before taking another bite out of her burrito. “Well, that happened.” She closed her eyes, channeling a minute amount of prana through her Command Seals, and commanded Assassin to return to her.
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Assassin/Nemo
Elsewhere, Assassin continued on with his sweep of the city as the night pressed on. Where he was right now, in the business district he had spied from his vantage point earlier, it was slightly busier; there was still a buzz of activity about the place as people went about their work, night shift or otherwise.
It was at that point, however, that he felt a faint tug at himself from an unseen point; and he paused for a moment, wondering what it was, before he suddenly remembered.
Ah yes. His Master. It seemed like she wanted him to return.
Again, he paused, thinking.
As much as he liked this city, he’d covered good ground for tonight. It wouldn’t take him too long to return to his Master’s location if he went at full speed, and perhaps he could see about slipping out again once whatever matter he was being called back for had been settled.
He could hope anyway, he thought, as he ducked quickly into an alleyway; his Presence Concealment fully engaging before he darted out of the tight space at full speed, an invisible blur in the dark night as he rushed back towards his starting point, flat over the other side of the city.
______________
Fifteen minutes later
Footsteps rang out across the previously-quiet air of the apartment as Assassin materialized; not bothering to announce his arrival by knocking or giving his Master any other warning, he simply glided through the wall whilst still dematerialized and hidden by Presence Concealment. As a result, he seemed to come straight out of nowhere.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked, not bothering to make any particular gestures this time as he walked into the living room, idly noting that his Master didn’t seem to have budged an inch from the sofa in the hour or so he was gone.
“Yes, well...we have a bit of a problem.” Annaliisa scratched the back of her neck casually. “It’d take too long to say it in words, so I cheated a little.” She pointed at the mirror that had been set up on the coffee table and put a finger down on it, channeling prana through the artifact. Instantly, her memories of the vision from her Command Seal began flashing across the mirror.
The Overseer. The Horsemen. The appearance of the Lance of Longinus. The trivial slaughter of Caster and his Master.
A look of shock crossed over Assassin’s previously stoic and impassive face. He paused for a single long moment, as if troubled.
“... A problem indeed. Goddamn.” He said after that moment passed, as he took a seat in one of the armchairs that seemed to have found its way back into its normal position, in a tone that indicated he really couldn’t think of another way to respond to what he’d just seen.
“And here I was, thinking I’d come to a peaceful time,” He muttered to himself, with a rather noticeable hint of bitterness in his voice.
Annaliisa shrugged, offering him a burrito from her take-out bag. “Peaceful is relative. Wars still happen, people still kill each other over effectively nothing, and magi usually make everything worse.” She glanced to the side, a slight trace of bitterness leaking into her own voice.
Assassin looked up as his Master offered him the burrito. He seemed somewhat perplexed by it for a brief second, before the Grail caught up to him and dumped the relevant information straight into his head.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he reached out and took it with a nod of courtesy, and took a bite before continuing.
“I suppose some things never change,” He said with a sigh, swallowing his mouthful before taking another bite. His homeland seemed to have invented a phrase relevant to this situation; and in all honesty, the burrito wasn’t half bad. At least he wasn’t going to be feeling the side-effects anytime soon.
“In any case, what course of action do you intend now? I’ll be honest; I may be significantly above average for a member of my Class, but I’m hardly a perfect match for any of those things the Overseer was giving orders to, and there didn’t seem to be a Master involved anywhere.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Annaliisa gave a thin smile. “There’s not a bloody chance that I’m going to have you fight any of them on your own. I came into this war to fight magi and challenge myself, not commit suicide. We wait for now. Kill time until some others come out into the open.” She sat back, finishing her burrito. “In the meantime, care to tell me a little about yourself? Such as what Noble Phantasms your possess, or at least your wish?”
“My wish?” Assassin asked, as he finished his own burrito; thinking to himself quietly as he swallowed the last bit of it.
He’d been called by proxy of a catalyst, not of his own particular will; she’d asked a good question, what exactly DID he want risking his life for that bloody Cup for?
“... If I’m to be entirely honest, I’m not completely sure myself,” Assassin said with a shrug, “I wasn’t called forth because I have a wish I want granted, so I suppose I might have to figure one out. As for myself and my Noble Phantasms… Perhaps it would be easier if I simply told you my true name? You ARE my Master, after all.”
At this, Annaliisa only nodded her assent, motioning for Assassin to continue.
“Simply put, you and others in this age would know me mainly by [REDACTED], the one who helmed [REDACTED]. If the Grail’s any indication, it seems I’m quite well known for that,” He said simply, starting out deadly serious before letting out what seemed to be a dark chuckle at the end.
Annaliisa paused for a moment, taking the information in. “Huh.” She said, her face neutral. “So...your Noble Phantasm is, what, having your friends hold a person down before stabbing him?”
“Not quite. I have two, both crystallizations of the events of [REDACTED]. You should be receiving information about them in a second.”
The Enforcer’s eyes glazed over for a moment as information about Assassin’s Noble Phantasms entered her mind. She took a second to process the information before nodding.
“Alright, then. Seems useful, even in a direct fight.” She paused for a second, looking at her Servant. “You want me to call you by something besides Assassin, then? Bit long of a name to shout in the middle of a fight.”
“I suppose,” Assassin replied, content enough that his Master was confident in his Noble Phantasms, before dropping into a quick bout of thought.
He could do with an alias, he supposed. Of course, it would have to be one he would actually remember; fat lot of good picking something he’d forget after a few days would be.
“How does ‘Nemo’ sound?” He replied after a few seconds, “Simple and easy to remember for both of us.”
Annaliisa just nodded, before she realized something.
“Oh...right. Forgot to tell you my name. Annaliisa Edelfelt. Good to meet you, I suppose.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, I suppose,” Nemo said with a shrug, a smile poking through his stoic demeanour just a little before he ruined the mood with “Also, have you got any more of those burritos? They’re bloody moreish.”
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