Raineh Daze

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... and without a warning, the blonde was off like a shot. Cursing, Rain grabbed her half-full beer and ran off after her. Now that was definitely suspicious. Had she broken into the Big Empty? That was a disturbing prospect, since it meant even more of the wildlife could get out... or, worse, she might have supplied the Think Tank with more human experiments or left a way for raiders to get at advanced technologies.

That it could, in fact, be someone from the same sort of world she hailed from in the first place, who knew it from a game, had slipped Rain's mind; after three years of being stuck in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, the fact that her knowledge of the world's history was so broad being down to video games rarely occurred to her.

"Can I please have an answer?" the coat-wearing courier asked, coming to a much better stop than Rin herself had, and drinking from the bottle again, "I just need to know nobody's broken into Big Mt."

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"I didn't notice any chill," the hat-wielding cyborg answered, though that was easily explained by the fact that her face was just about the only part of her really exposed to any air, along with the fingertips of one hand, "And... uh, mind explaining how you recognise this fist?"

She seemed to have gotten sidetracked by both the question and the ambient temperature, so Rain waved the power fist in her general direction, as well as glancing over her shoulder at the hubbub. Seemed some girl was being excited, and... another oddly-reptilian woman was looking to start a fight. Definitely needed to keep an eye on that, then, the woman had far too much Deathclaw about her...

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Other Saber

With his Master identified, and the other nuns clearly on her side if she was the church's direct representative in this war and not just one keeping an eye on it, the black knight removed the distortion, revealing distinctive, yet still alarmingly spiky, armour. Much of the rest of the threatening appearance was dispelled by the simple expedient of 'remove the helmet', revealing oddly purple hair and a rather severe set of features that seemed to be permanently disappointed.

"I am Saber, summoned to win this war," the man stated, "Yet to draw my blade before it is needed would be a disaster. For now, Master, I request access to any other weapons you can provide."

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Source. That is a rule. If it said should be, strive to be then it would be a guideline, at least says that it should never be less than one paragraph.

@Revans Exile

No, that's bad rules lawyering that doesn't even begin to hold up. It implies that you should be writing entire paragraphs, by saying you should roleplay here if you like writing that much. It does not specify that casual has mini-elitism going on banned one line posts at all.

Especially as that would also ban snappy one-liners.

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One line posts do not belong in casual period. Pathetic garbage like that shit belongs in free. Anyone who doesn't realize that should be restricted to free only.

@Revans Exile

It's not a rule. It's a guideline. Regular one-liners are a problem, a one-off is not the end of the world and certainly not something you need to start complaining about.

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@Lost Cause posts like that belong in free not casual.

@Revans Exile

It's 'posts should generally be this long' not 'posts must absolutely be this long'.

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Bridget Carran

"Exactly my thoughts, though more than scouting it would be nice to be able to keep an eye on the area," the girl said, turning around with... a bundle of rocks in her hands? The smooth pebbles seemed to have been inscribed with some small rune, so they were obviously more than their unassuming nature would let on, "I had some time to prepare things before I summoned you, so I linked these to a bowl in my possession. If you place them with the rune facing outwards, I can keep an eye on that area from here."

She also had a way prepared to keep in contact with the Servant from a distance--less mystical, but far more reliable and capable of communicating in both directions.

If her Servant was expecting someone not trained in fighting to present a nice, easily-killed target, then he'd definitely misjudged her.

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I wonder who on Earth that could be?

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Bridget Carran

Archer. Some sort of Asian Heroic Spirit, she would wager, and thus likely unfamiliar to the most likely Masters assembled here in America. All in all, the perfect Servant in the rune mage's opinion--someone capable of acting independently and preserving their identity as long as possible.

"I am," she said, ignoring the burning fealing of the Command Seals etching themselves onto her body in favour of rooting around on a table for something; pain was something that she was extremely familiar with, "Archer, how good are you at operating without my direct support?"

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The Other Saber

As the light dimmed and the swirling mist cleared, you could forgive the nun for thinking that something had gone horrifically wrong and, despite her church affiliation, some demonic monstrosity had been called instead of the desired hero: an armoured figure enveloped by darkness, their features indistinct and their entire appearance alien. Yet their bearing and the distorted speech that followed belied the impression, suggesting maybe that things had gone to plan after all.

"I ask of you... are you my Master?" the black knight asked, sizing up his summoner. A nun, much as she had been in the end, and with four more to support her. A Master that he could fully support, should they hold to the vows that they had sworn.

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Rather than being intimidated by the power fist as Rain had been expecting, since the girl herself was unarmed and this obviously wasn't the same type of post-apocalyptic world she'd just left, she was... excited over it? Definitely excited, and for some strange reason she even knew what the fist was, which was perplexing: two other people alive had even been to Big Mountain, and neither of them would've had the Toaster heat the weapon.

"Er, yes, it is. How did you know that?" the white-haired girl wondered, stretching out her left hand and, once the appendages matched, shaking it. She also took one of the available seats before giving her name, "Rain, Courier with the Mojave Express. Or at least, I was before coming here... when they had work for me, at least."

"And... no, no dog," she added, turning to the short cowboy, "I got the coat from the Divide. You don't want to go there."