Raineh Daze

Fate/bizarro alternative

Illyasviel von Einzbern (and Astra)

Who would have expected Shirou to summon Ireland's Child of Light? It hadn't been Illya, she was almost expecting him to manage to pull out a Saber somehow from persistence if nothing else. Or an Archer, which would have suited him perfectly fine. Either way she had expected him to get one of the knight classes based on his attitude, but Cu Chulainn... she was quite proud that he'd summoned someone so strong.

It was a feeling that was a little blunted given the mountain of a man that one of the others had summoned. If nothing else, he had a similar presence to Saber, albeit with a distinctly more imposing edge. Charisma too, then?

"I don't do social." Seemed she wasn't terribly friendly, either, from her response to Iskandar.

Of course, right as Rin was getting her big summoning going, with the Einzbern delegation sliding into the room, Shirou just had to point out that there was another small white haired girl there... and question her competence. There was a definite element of danger in Illya's voice, despite the brightness of the question: "Shirou, do you think you should be judging a book by its cover?"

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Saber of Black

Lancelot's eyes barely strayed as he took in the Master coming into the room and the Caster following her. His duty at the moment was as a guard and loyal servant; to stand at someone's side and watch for danger was not an unfamiliar duty--albeit one that had long sat idle. Aside from a slight inclination of his head to acknowledge the other Servants, he would have stayed mostly immobile... except for the braggart.

The knight was frowning as he turned, looking down at Izou. Scruffy, brash, bloodthirsty... he gave a reminder of Sir Mordred but even the traitor had been a loyal knight at first. This man had no such redeeming features--and he doubted the skill to back it up.

"I must apologise, but even I lack the precision to hold back enough to safely fight you." Against one of his compatriots, maybe, but this man? Unless he were to hold back enough to simply be teaching the basics, and that would be too simple...

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Elaborate, please? You could PM me and Anno if you don't want to post it here.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@Foolish Errant Question: why does he always try to stay armoured? This is kind of important because there's already one (previously) perma-armoured knight.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Yup.

So... whoever it is that needs a Master has Miss Magic Blood.

Fate/bizarro alternative

Meanwhile, will everyone still present now the start-of-school madness has died down please say so? I believe there's still two unpaired Black Servants.

Available Master #1. Can only supply mana via blood.

Available Master #2. Looks like some Indian guy from the past. Alchemist.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

"L-Lancer, now is not the time! I'm still Caster!" Nero protested, squirming out of the unexpected embrace. Normally, she would be all for such a thing... but with the mass of aggressive Valkyries to deal with, their Master was right: it was time to stop messing around. "Umu, stand back and behold! Praise me! Praise my theatre!"

The oversized sword was swung in a ponderous circle, lighting up in flames as it completed and despite the enemies getting closer. Held ready to thrust, there was no way that the sword could threaten that many--"Sing, Fax Caelestis!" but the uncanny surge forward, the technique buoyed by the power of the theatre, took the Caster through the mass, even if the sword might only have stabbed one of the enemies.

The slight tink of the red blade being balanced point-first on the ground was the ignition that proved that the others hadn't escaped either. Behind the Emperor, a vast pillar of flame roared up and to the ceiling. That ought to do a nice amount of damage--maybe enough that they could finish this fight before she was forced to exit this and give their enemies back the best means of retreat.

Of Gods and Men—An Urban Fantasy RP

Yang Chenlu

As suddenly as it had arrived, the rabbit disappeared, with Chenlu straightening up and biggening to devour the food brought here as breakfast. Between bites there was the sounds of something that were probably an apology about there being no other food as this wa sa bookstore, but she was diving back into eating again too quickly for it to be clear. Possible it was because she was half-starved, though unlikely. Or maybe it was because she was still concerned--despite the reassurance--that her food might be stolen by the hungry hulking behemoth.

Oddly enough, she seemed quite interested in reading the papers, not 100% line by line scanning, but enough to get a good idea how things were going on. Black markets... how odd to be attending one to shut it down rather than as a customer.

"I can supply distractions, but I don't think there's much else for me to do here... not unless someone tries to escape from it by running right past me. And I should probably be careful near mobsters, even if it is the yakuza."

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Minamoto-no-Soushi

The world's oldest rabbit slid herself into a seat, behind a small table, and looked thoughtful about the question. So much interest in lightning... well, not that much, if Sylvia--as she said--was here instead of going over there to look at it. Her reply was pretty perky: "Oh, I sent a friend of mine to go have a look at it, I'm sure if there's anything unusual she'll see. Lightning out of nowhere isn't so unusual, after all. Sometimes it just happens, sometimes people would say it's Raijuu."

Sure enough, there was indeed a large, white rabbit sitting on a closed dumpster, looking intently at the charred ground.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Most people would probably have been suitably awed by the looming rock golem, fearing they could never fight against one of those things. Others would work out some sort of complicated plan to take out the drider clearly in control of the construct. Some brave souls might even try to change her mind whilst avoiding being flattened like an insect. Tyaethe, though, was confident in the strength of her blade and failing that its regenerative properties. So her attitude was by far the most straightforward: trust the others to avoid the damage and go in for the kill.

For once, there was at least slightly more thought put into it, with the paladin looking down at Indrau's sword and stating: "Aim for the same area as me" before pushing forward under where the behemoth would have an easy swing, her own blade coming in for the first blow... to no serious damage. Even with the force behind it, it was still solid rock--but a blade like hers was as much a hammer as a cutting tool, and even this monstrosity couldn't avoid cracks radiating from its ankle.

If they were lucky, it would throw off its attack.

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Lilianna Belwiss

"Yes, you're right that with that access the orc raid wouldn't be the goal..." the white-haired knight answered, looking thoughtful. Of course, it wasn't like someone would partner up with the vermin for those ends, it was simply a waste, "But it's possible that this might be a condition of getting assistance. Providing them with an easy source of fresh meat and worked metal to use to their own ends. Brennan might not be our foe's target but I feel that whatever ploy they might have tried is safe. Not all the knights have left the capital and their attempt to strike down the captain was foiled."

"Was there some reason this came to mind?"

Fate/bizarro alternative

Saber of Black

The Ainsworth meeting hall wasn't bad. Perhaps a bit ostentatious with the draperies, but it seemed a suitable place for co-ordinating a war. Even the final hall approaching it had aimed to build up the grandeur, with rows of posed armour to build expectations. Rows of armour that now lacked their weapons, all stacked knightly in a pile behind the knight aside from a single blade held to symbolise his class. Perhaps unfortunate for the decoration, but it would be unfair of him to expect his Master to shoulder the burden of his true sword for the entire war.

Of course, the room was quite empty for now, with only the knight and his Master occupying it. Saber's eyes briefly flicked down to where the girl was seated at the long table with her stuffed dragon, before turning back to watch the doors. What kind of people the Ainsworth were that they would force a child to be a Master in this... but there was nothing that he could do about it now apart from keep her safe. It would be easy to take her and run but eventually the war would end, and it was unlikely that he could remain in the world beyond that. Leaving a child on their own like that...

They would have to win the war. Maybe by the end, better care could be arranged.

Though it seemed that their isolation was over and the others arriving, as Caster and her Master had arrived now, and Saber inclined his head towards them.

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Illyasviel von Einzbern

"It was a good thing we could find that suit before everything closed," the white-haired girl said, looking over her shoulder at the Servant she had summoned--and barely able to dress before they needed to be around to see what her younger brother would manage to pull. A Servant that was unable to dematerialise might be something of a liability in the long run... but there was no doubt that this one was strong enough to turn the balance regardless. King Arthur summoned in the strongest class? Command seals could make up for the limitations of a physical form and she was otherwise without drawbacks.

For instance, she didn't seem to have a tight bodysuit and no armour. Assassin, maybe? Though bright blue wasn't a stealthy colour...

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Astra

So far, being a Master sucked. Not that there wasn't an appeal in getting paid for--mostly--standing around and letting legendary figures do all the heavy lifting, but it wasn't mentioned just how disagreeable the Servant would be. Just... how this mountain of muscle was who he claimed to be was one question but his ego was quite another.

"Yeah, Astra reporting with Rider," the mage said, slipping in behind him and clarifying which class they'd summoned. Someone was probably keeping track.