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Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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PIRATE, HO.

... supposed to be a protagonist, I think? Anno's been telling me there's room for one.



Had Ozymandias had the good sense to not insult Nero from within her own Reality Marble, he might have found his lasers to be having substantially more effect on the beast. Instead, having chosen to try and upstage the theatre's owner, it was striking back at him... insuring that the Emperor would be able to shine to her fullest ability. By the same token, the theatre was reshaping, altering to deny the beast the advantage it so craved. Specifically, sluices opened in the walls of the theatre, draining it faster than it could possibly be filled--though to where the water flowed was a question best not thought about too hard.

"You truly believe that you can outshine the Flower of Olympia in her own theatre? You are a bold one to make such a claim, but here, in this theatre of gold and the sea breeze on the air... none can shine more brightly than I!" Nero claimed, stepping forwards and firmly angling her sword. It seemed unlikely that the small girl would be able to outdo the other Saber in swordplay even in the best case scenario, but here it was even easier for her to operate as style demanded, not practicality.

A line of flames ran up the embryonic flame, and Nero moved--not really a traceable slash; one second the near side of the beast, and the next standing beyond it, sword in hand. It spun, once, flaming sword clicking against the ground with nary a trace of having actually done anything.

Then, in her wake, a line of exploding flame.


The sound of Nero's wounded pride, it seemed, was something between a growl and a squeak as her course was corrected--entirely unnecessarily, she felt; there was no need to take the conservative line that the Rider was pushing for. The ship would be able to take the stresses, she was certain of it! There was only a small chance of being sucked into the icy depths and if they could stay afloat for a few seconds, the other Saber could come along for everyone to pile on top of.

Though maybe that would be a bit hard to manage. Fortunately, the Legatus had come running back, so if they did fall in, nobody would stay in the water for long.

Of course, with her arrival came warnings of a beast beneath them, in the water where their lack of arrows, harpoons, magical spells, or nautical beasts of their own would leave them completely unequipped to fight it off and avoid getting devoured. "I would have preferred to save this sight for something more impressive, but circumstances have forced my hand."

The passing breeze carried with it a scent of rose petals for only a second--and then the world was shifted. Gone was the sea, the ship that they had sailed upon. Only the Servants stood upon the stage in the immense theatre as petals fluttered in the air. Out in the seats sat the baffled pirates, the old man, and even their Master and the magus. Opposite them was what could only be described as a whale... thing.

A bit too large to effectively take out with but a sword, all things considered, at least with the style that such august surroundings demanded.

"Umu! Praefectus, Legatus, now that you have been brought to my stage, show me what you can do!"
I'm pretty certain there is.


The magus gave her Servant a look as he went on a tangent about food. Really, couldn't she have summoned him as anything but Berserker? Well, she wasn't expecting him to have been any more reasonable an associate in those cases... simply one displaying an attention span longer than ten seconds. Still, the blonde had a good point on breakfast; Johanna was an incapable cook and her planned meal had been handed out to their current allies last night. But of course the class was coming back to be a pain from another avenue...

A minute passed as she rummaged around in luggage for something, coming out with a suit inexplicably in mint green--with a garishly decorated floral shirt, held at arm's length despite by all appearances being pristine. "I hope the size won't be a problem?"


"Most impressive..." the smaller of the two blondes said, watching her doppelganger leap off the ship... and not drown as most people would when attempting to swim whilst wearing notable amounts of heavy armour and particularly oversized gloves. Instead she ran off into the storm to... fight it? Could she do that? It was a powerful holy sword, for certain, but probably not powerful enough to change the weather...

Regardless, Nero had to keep up flagging spirits on the ship--and launched into a sea shanty. For once, her singing (to other people) could be described as passable, because all that really mattered was keeping in time. Now, her choice of song might have left something to be desired; a plain day's sailing was the very opposite of what this entailed. Particularly with the blonde's guidance steadily tipping them straight for one of the whirlpool's fringes--seeing its currents, and the winds, pointing them in the right direction. If anything in the water was out to get them aside from the sudden storm, it had to be the best evasive manoeuvre, to boot!






There were limits to optimism, which were quite evident with the creaking of timbers and the unsteady motions of the ship around her showing that the Saber had indeed guided them full-sail into the maelstrom. She was confident that the Servants would manage to avert complete disaster... well, for them, if not for the crew. But that promised days adrift on timbers... and no answer to the question of what this out of place boat was. Still, maybe she could answer that by more thorough structural analysis whilst hoping to not be sunk...

Instead, a call came through as the white-haired magus sat down, leaning against the fortunate berth Bethany was in, from the other Master--a progress report and an offer of materials.

"On our end, we have set out to aid Medusa's sisters, receiving a too-new ship to do so and crewing it with pirates. Unfortunately, Nero seems to have chosen to sail us through a storm instead of wait it out," she said, voice far more even than her desire to be very much anywhere else merited, "But if you could save me a sample of all the materials, it would be appreciated. In particular, I think that the spinal column and brain matter of a phantasmal beast may be of use in electronics systems."

Harvesting the peripheral nervous system was probably beyond them with normal tools.
Sir Tyaethe Radistirin


Even after the other two had gone inside to eat and even when her arm had healed. Maybe the comparison with Elionne was a useless one to the newcomers in the order? They couldn't know that she meant them to rise to match themselves against the most graceful combatant she had ever encountered, to sharpen their skills as normal knights rather than comparing themselves with her style based on overbearing physical force. It was something that she found hard to relate to the modern knights on.

Delicate fingers reached up to scarf, tightening it as she headed for the chapel and her armour. To the current knights, Elionne would be just a story, an idealised heroic figure without flaw. They wouldn't have remembered her as a talented but untrained peasant girl, an oversleeping messy eater moving in social circles that she had no understanding of. Even by the end, her manners were far from the perfection etiquette tutors would demand, and she ate more than anyone else she'd ever met. But to all these knights, just a story.

Tyaethe hesitated at the chapel doors, looking over her shoulder at the moon still hanging low in the sky, washed out by the early morning sun. Had anyone been nearby, they might have heard one muttered question: "But why did you leave me?"


The diminutive vampire took a seated position as the fighting started, treating the air like a padded bench. The interloper's bout of swordplay wasn't half as interesting as the barrier that had been established; she knew that one of Fate's underlings had an artefact to a similar effect but sealing off a large area--replicating the world down to the last detail, including the recently destroyed tree--like this was a prodigious feat. It certainly wasn't the sort of enclosed space in her own repertoire and for this child to pull it out so easily... did she have any idea how complicated something like this really was?

The fight, meanwhile, she would have to grade at maybe a 2/10. It didn't give her a good idea of what the knight could really do if pushed to it, no idea of Andersen's capabilities... and he wasn't even an entertaining foe. "I might be a demon but you aren't even that. You're a warm-up boss at best. What villain even spouts such clichéd lines in this day and age? If you're going to be a villain, put in a bit more effort."

Or at least reserve the ham for when you had the advantage, nobody liked a sore loser.






If this girl wanted to lead him somewhere, as she was the closest thing to a temporary Master he could find... then he would let her, it wasn't like anyone could be less experienced with an urban environment. They were so different in size and she barely came up to his leg, though... it might be a bit hard for her to lead him by the hand. If she wanted to give him directions then there was an easier way to do it--though the bull-man hadn't quite thought through that most people would probably be terrified of such an enormous figure reaching down to scoop them up. Of course, if Cagliostro didn't resist, then she'd find herself with a nice vantage point and seat, perched on one immense shoulder.

"Lead the way..."






Aaaah, she was lost--totally and completely lost. Well, that wasn't true, she knew perfectly well where she was--it was Tokyo, there was no mistaking that. Her phone also confirmed that she was in Tokyo, but that was where the reassurances ended; even with a signal, she couldn't call anyone. Not even the commander could be reached and if she had a signal, Hibiki was certain that she should be able to reach SONG without difficulty.

Really, though, the reason she was so lost was that aside from her phone and Gungnir, she really wasn't equipped to be wandering around outside. The last thing that she remembered was being in bed with Miku, where it was warm... and definitely not wearing the right sort of clothing for wandering around like this. If she couldn't find someone familiar--or at least someone willing to lend her some clothes--soon, she might have to use Gungnir just to deal with the wind.


Though there was a good chance that she was orphaned--not that Sif could remember seeing anything that would conclusively point to such a thing--she didn't feel the need to correct her rescuer on it. For some reason, the lizardman was firmly convinced that being an Alv meant being a magical powerhouse of some description. Admittedly, if you took a very broad view of herself rather than her parents, that was potentially true... except her father was a chemist and her mother a housewife. Neither profession called for being the living equivalent to an artillery barrage.

"My name is Yamada Ji-" she said, catching herself a little too late after giving the long-ingrained response, "I mean Sif. My name is Sif."
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