Reflection

Fate: Dozen

So is this alive or dead?

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

So, IC has been up for 5 days, and here are the people who still have to post.
@SocSod@Grape@Japanese Goblin@Peace@Joshua Tamashii

No More Heroes

At the moment, this has my interest. I'm writing up a concept for a ghostly cowboy who uses a possessed body as his 'civilian' appearance.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

^{Team White | Servant - Saber}

Emilia smiled at the first person to enter, and she turned to the only other person who wasn't involved in the war at the moment. A bartender, who had been making all the food and drinks. "Moritz, please leave the room. Our guests have arrived, and the personal matters have begun." She said, to the scruffy gentleman who merely nodded. As Moritz left the room, the older woman brushed her stark white hair and turned to Nori. "You'd be surprised how talented he is at cooking. You know, I considered it a bit of an amazing thing that the offer was even available at a beer hall, but considering the day, and the time, and all other factors... We have about two hours before we have to move into more private areas, but for now, this was my choice for a proper meeting." She seemed shockingly relaxed as Nori raised his hand, the bruises of command seals easily spotted, despite not having summoned his servant yet.

Emilia raised her own hand, with her own three markings clearly visible. they took on the shape of a moon, with each mark forming into an elaborate third. Placing her hand back down, she leaned back in her chair, as if simply relaxing. "Well, Nori Tohsaka, it is good of you to come all this way on such short notice. I suspect your family felt it necessary to claim even one grail this year." She didn't laugh, instead her eyes narrowed as if daring Nori to challenge her claims. After all, despite being so 'grand' not all in the Tohsaka family could be considered equal, and with such a rush, she doubted Nori was all that high on the family's choices of grail masters. "But for now, you may call me Frau Weber. I am no Dr. M if that is what concerns you, nor do I know his identity. And I doubt he will even show."

Her attention drifted from Nori slowly, to focus on the new arrival less than a minute after the first. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Schrodinger. I see you, unlike our dear Nori here have already selected your servant." In that moment, the air behind her rippled, and a ghostly blue fire fizzled in and out of existence. Standing there was a man in the world's most hideous outfit. The man looked at first like a lion given the body of the man, but from there his outfit seemed to be utterly questionable. Even Emilia had to take a moment to soak in the outfit. The bright flame colored designs, the sheer amount of golden decoration, and bare chest alone seemed horribly out of touch with the rest of the world. The man turned to her, and shrugged, as if silently saying it was the best he had. Clearly the man's fashion sense was abysmal, which could only hint at his power if he was so comfortable being seen like this. "This is Saber." She gestured to the man, who nodded at the duo.
"Well well, I see you are all nicely dressed. I'm grateful, it shows that we are all people of a certain degree of investment in our cause." The grin on his lips showed a flash of teeth, and then he was back to just a broad toothless smile. "But, it seems our first arrival still needs his servant." Saber said, readdressing the problem in the room.
"Mr. Tohsaka, if you have at the very least already acquired your artifact, then you will find all the necessary set ups over there." She gestured to the storage room, which would be a discrete enough location to summon his servant without revealing anything he wasn't prepared to do so early.

"Three so far, we still have four more we're waiting on, aren't we?" Emilia said, readjusting the lens of her glasses onto the bridge of her nose.
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TEAM BLACK

^{Gathering the Team}

The man in white said nothing as the the six new arrivals began to gather. Very few of them seemed to acknowledge him beyond noticing him there, which was fine. He wasn't important to them. Yet. He was no master after all, and the lack of command seals made that very clear. He took a step closer as a certain individual began to show a great deal of aggression. He bowed slowly, a hand on his back, and a hand on his chest. "Mr. Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, wasn't it? I understand your confusion, because after all you have found yourself in a situation you must not have expected. I will keep this brief for your sake, won't I?" He didn't come off as patronizing, but rather excited. Somebody new, an unplanned for addition? How marvelous!

Taking a step closer, the man in white walked over to Yuri, and gestured for him to show the back of his hand. "I realize you are out of your depth, but please try and remain calm. The spirit you claim to be possessing you is not evil, I hope. But rather a heroic spirit. You completed a ritual that has brought a heroic being back from the past to fight by your side. In... A holy war." He glanced to Yuri's left, as if expecting his servant to be right there. "The goal of such a war is... Sadly dangerous. Each member here is aiming to collect an artifact called the Holy Grail. The goal is to kill the heroic spirit summoned by another master, and the last one standing is capable of getting any wish they desire, granted. Money, wealth, war, vengeance. It's all up for grabs." The man smiled, as if he was waiting for Yuri's reaction. "And that's just about it. You fight your servant against others, and the winner gets a prize. BUT!" He paused, just in case Yuri was about to try attacking another master. "These are not your enemies. Unless you want them to be. Rather, all of us have gathered to form an alliance, against another team far more dangerous."

Finally taking a step back, the man allowed Yuri whatever breathing room he seemed to need. "I am a representative of the Clock Tower. And you six are Masters of Black. The other seven are Masters of White. For those of you willing, an alliance is your only solution. Feel free to introduce yourselves, set up a headquarters, or... Bicker if you feel like it." He was still all smiles, as if only success awaited them.

And yet... Some may have noticed that when he spoke to Yuri, he left out one particular piece of information. In Grail wars, Masters tend to die.

Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

I'll do a quick read through of where we are now, and if I'm particularly inspired, I might try continuing. I've just been kind of distracted with my brother's graduation and finals.

Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

Sorry I haven't done anything in a while. Considering things, I might just have Astrid just wander off, and if I have the time or really sense to return later, I might bring her back in somehow. Since I don't like the idea of just killing her off suddenly.

Fate: Dozen

@Salvia Guess I'm you're servant. Lets kick butt!

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

@Selvariabell@Red Alice@ManyThings@YourDarkPriest@Seirei No Hai@SocSod@Mega Birb@Grape@Japanese Goblin@ADamnFiddle@Yukitamas@Peace@Joshua Tamashii

The In-Character is finally up. I'm sorry for the delay.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

^{Team White | Servant - Saber}

It was such short notice. Less than three months had been announced for this grail war. The letters going out, and the Masters seemingly appeared at random. But in a way, it seemed like anybody who had interest in the grail had become a candidate. In fact, with fourteen masters, an alliance had already been called out. The mysterious Dr. M himself claimed to have chosen the sides, ideologies and all that. In a way it seemed like they were playing a game of chess, and Emilia hated it. In fact, she'd spent the last three months relying on her sources to bring her the very object of an affection she'd held for a while. A servant she believed could win this war in a day. But this wasn't just a grail war of fourteen factions. In a way, she was worried.

She stood at the window of the Weber mansion, hands folded behind her back, while the land of Germany sprawled out before her. She gazed upon Berlin, and a breath escaped her lips. She adored it, from where she stood above the streets and looking out the window of her family home. In a way, she was thankful her long life allowed her to so often gaze upon the country, and its slow rising to power once more. "Is my cause noble?" She said, to the room and not to the man behind her. With two days left before the White Team would have to converge, she had gone ahead with her plan.
"Conquest is noble." The man said back, eyes boring into the back of her head.
"But I don't want conquest. I want the world to be... Just how I see it from this window."
"That, is conquest in and of itself." The figure took a step back, and he was silent again. She didn't look back, but Frau Emilia knew that he was watching in some way. A very judgmental servant if ever there was one.

On her desk sat a letter. And while she knew now it was the mysterious M, she couldn't help but wonder... What really brought them all together? At the very least, there was a location set. Bürgerbräukeller. The bar could be seen from her window. A brew hall where Adolf Hitler himself had stood, and the Nazi party had gathered. Where else could it begin?
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1939... Sunday August 20th... 5 PM...

The beer hall was empty tonight. In a way it was just a testament to what was bringing all of them together. Emilia sat at the end of a long table, as her gaze drifted slowly from tapestry to tapestry. The place had been bought out for the night, and only a select few individuals were meant to arrive. Seven, herself included. The table stretched out, with food adorned for all of them. Some may already have their servants, others maybe not. But they would all be summoned in time for the war to begin.

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TEAM BLACK

^{Gathering the Team}

It wasn't raining anymore. In truth, it was finally starting to become a nice afternoon glow once more. But the puddles filled the streets, and in the industrial sector it seemed as if every inch there was a swimming pool waiting for you. All this wound be fine, with the letters they had all received didn't lead to some gutted location. The Clocktower of all things had taken a interest in this grail war, and it seems they had figured out who was involved before others. The letters alone made it clear that they would only survive by working together.

The building itself was nothing grand. Instead it was a hollowed out shell of a building. A former warehouse, with the ceiling torn wide open like a gaping wound. The rain had flooded the floor of the warehouse, with no drains to take it all away. Instead, the whole building seemed to be in a puddle. There was nobody there... Except, for a man with stark white hair, and the outfit of a gentleman.
"Welcome." He said, to the first person to enter. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

Naruto: The New World [High-Casual]

^{Empire of Stone | Jonin | Squad Two}

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^{TIME: Present Day - ??? | LOCATION: On Mission | INTERACTION: @Aeolian@Syn@Hillan@GlitchyBugger}

Well, at least he knew one thing for sure. The Konoha shinobi managed to be a degree of blindingly optimistic that made Eita feel... More than a tad uncomfortable. It was just, that lack of personal space and pleasant ignorance. Naturally their interactions didn't end there, as they were all in a small vessel, and Eita had to watch Shizuka's poor attempts at shadow puppets. Which Eita clearly outdid in every moment as he raised his own flashlight, and the metal-devouring insects stored in his body floated about just enough to create intricate shapes. Like... The symbol of the Empire of Stone. Or an anatomically correct heart. Or a even better puppy. "Woof Woof."

Landing, it took a minute for Eita to soak the whole environment in. The entire structure seemed too gigantic to really understand, but at the very least he knew something. There was something in that dome, and he didn't want to go in without checking first. "Once we check the other areas, I can send my insects through the lock, and have them check the area." Eita quipped in, adjusting his coat as he did so. After all, while he could check, probably better than this konoha shinobi, but until the team was ready, he wasn't about to just risk letting out whatever was in there. Mostly because going into that dome seemed to be the most dangerous idea, and the other areas while no better, were at the very least something to start with.

"Tapo and I can go into the Residental area. Shizuka, Erika, are you two comfortable going into the lab?" Eita smiled at the two of them, since a residental area would be great for his insects. After all, he could use them to undo any locks in his path. "I'll send some of my insects your way as well, so they can break any locks you need them too, alright?"