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@Cu Chulainn I have a Saber in the works already. (I have to run a lot by the GM first.)
I already got mine up. Astrid is around again and being active, and moody.
Honestly, I don't want to GM this because I'm kinda busy GMing another RP, but I'd be open to helping set up the Sci-Fi world and all that.
I'm putting this guy up, kinda. I may make a different servant if I come up with a better idea.



Empire of Stone | Jonin | Squad Two

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


The rooms felt... Well they looked very mechanical. Clearly it was expected of the teams living here to operate at base, or at the very least were so busy working that pleasantries did not exist. Since Eita found no photos of loved ones or any general material goods outside of the bare minimum. Or... There had managed to be an evacuation. He doubted that was the case, but at the very least this told them something about the lives of the scientists. At the very least he made sure to inspect the drinks, and picked up one bottle in particular. The one that seemed most familiar. A cherry vintage. He'd have to bring it back for "inspection." Customs might try to stop him, but considering every team needed a victory drink he figured why not? "You'd think if the beverages were any good, an evacuation team would have made sure to take these with them." Eita muttered, loud enough for his ally to hear. "At the very least studying the compounds used in the drinks could help use determine what kind of foods they prefer. Even if it does end up being just our own."

While Tapo translated, it was up to Eita to mostly stand and watch guard. And yet, something came to mind. Why did this seem to be the only diary? Did the research team who worked here only keep notes in the science lab? Is it possible that somebody else came through and took the others, or made sure to destroy anything about the personal lives? Unlikely, but Eita liked the idea. Made the whole scenario feel bigger. Until...
"Nori Kinsei?" Eita turned to read over Tapo's shoulder, before realizing that was rude and took a step back. "If Nori Kinsei was here that could mean anything. Doesn't have to be him. Could be some kind of name that became popular in this region after he arrived." But maybe... No, he was overthinking things. Clearly a coincidence, but this would have to be brought back to the Kages. "Make sure to keep that. It might be important." He said, already thinking of what they just read.

"Clearly the scientific research team met their ends at the hands of something with venom. After all, the journal confirms a bite. Can't be an insect. They have stingers for poison. Ruling out mammals, who except in rare cases don't possess any kind of gland for poison, and we're left with reptiles." Already Eita was devising a weapon for serpents. A smooth metal cylinder was being formed between his fingers, shaped by his metal chakra. Upon finishing the solid piece, insects began to crawl over it. Shaping the tip like a spear, with the odd hole in the medium length pole. A handle ended the whole thing, as if it was designed to be thrown like a kunai. Passing the makeshift weapon over to Tapo, he smiled. "For you. My insects cannot eat through the scales of a reptile, so use this to stab them." It wasn't much of a plan, but at least it was something.

"We should do one more quick sweep, and then check in on the others. At the very least pooling our information together will have some degree of benefit."
So I have interest in this. Why not. I may go as an assassin this time.
So I think @Peace is the only one who hasn't posted something. If you are still on, update me on your situation. When do you think you'll be free to post?
I'll give you till the end of the month to get something up, (Doesn't need to be long) or I'll have to start looking for a replacement.
What was she doing? Astrid had avoided her brother's guild, leaving first chance she got. Dressed up in a cloak, letting it obscure her terrifying visage. She just wanted away from that guild. She wanted far away. She wanted to take a break from it. To not have to deal with such a change. Yet, when she looked up from the city streets, all she could see was that pillar-esque tower that made her sick. This wasn't earth. She wasn't going to wake up in the morning. This dream had gone on too long for that, and the voice in her head! That pounding voice that kept pointing her to people and saying... Kill. She turned away each time, hand over her blindfolded eyes.
"No. I'm not doing that." But why? You did it before. "That was in a game! I'm not killing people with lives!" Look at you. You can't even be around your own brother, and his castle. Why? "Because..."
She had no reply to that. There was nothing she could say to justify that. Maybe she didn't know herself that well. She just felt... So out of here element! She used to be the best! And now, she discovered she had to deal with the results of that choice. To be the best she had to kill others to own a Witchblade, and then... She was here, and if she did that, she'd be a monster. In a way, it was that realization that this wasn't a game anymore made her sick. And she couldn't keep playing this game.
"I want to go home."
You can't. You have to stay here and be my host.

People in armor ran past her. Men in blue armor, and her mind was snapped to the world going on around her. "Civilian, you must leave, there are invaders and you must get to shelter!" One of the blue armored men said, a hand resting on her shoulder. "We shall pr-"
"Don't, I don't need protection." Astrid said, eyes narrowed at the guard, though he couldn't see it. "I'm a mage, I can protect myself." While she might not be a mage, revealing herself as anything but would be dangerous. Simple minded people didn't need to know what she was.
"Alright, but please, try to stay safe."
"Fine. Just, leave me alone." KILL "No..."
Yeah, if everybody is both their Meister and their weapon, then the weapons aren't stuck being bored. Since weapons don't exactly do much once they've transformed.

Team White | Servant - Saber


Two more arrivals. Good. Their party of three had grown, to a party of five. Two still unaccounted for but they would show themselves in time. Some Masters usually avoided getting involved, and would work by sending out their servant and remaining hidden themselves. While it secured their safety, Emilia often found the benefits were outweighed by the risk. Since one would be unable to fully cooperate with their servant when they were so far away. But then, some just aimed to survive, and that was more than enough for them. The older woman remained seated, with her legs crossed, and her hands pressed together, but every so often she adjusted her hands, as if thinking about knitting again. Such an old hobby.

She wasn't surprised that Thule had sent a representative. In truth she had planned for it, but even she had to admit it was shocking... No intriguing that he'd have a Valkyrie as his servant, especially one so open about who she was. Hildr, one of the famous deathseekers who judged men and woman as they died. She had to admit, it was going to be useful to have a being like that allied with them.
Then there was the Master himself. Thule. The magical community who had supported the Nazi party on their initial rise to power. In a way, they were the real power behind the crown, in a way of course. One could never say the Fuhrer was bound to them in any way shape or form.

"Well, we now have Master of Berserker, Archer, and Lancer." Saber said, already smiling at the Lancer. She was no conqueror like him, but even he had to appreciate the courage of just outright announcing ones true name. "I'd love to introduce myself to you, Ms. Hildr, but my Master would frown upon it if I told you I was anything other than Saber." He turned that smile to Emilia, who nodded back with a firm gaze. Saber would then hold out his hand to Archer, as if expecting some kind of friendly brotherhood. After all, they were all fighting for one side, no matter how short that alliance may last.

"Welcome, Ronzekruetz." Emilia said, with her attention on Berserker's master. She could not see Berserker yet, but in time she expected him to stand amongst the others. "Despite your occupation, I expect those on the other side of this war would more likely fall under the spectrum of being mercenaries too. The only difference is that you are not so... Boarish." She liked that word. Chaud at the very least seemed eloquent, which was a fine quality in any man. No matter their job description. "At the very least we know exactly where you stand." There was an implication that others may catch, but it was clear that she found it very difficult to trust others. But, at the very least she knew for sure she could trust Chaud to operate under this own best interest.

"Archer, it is a pleasure to meet you." Saber said, a big hand held out. In a way, he wouldn't have been surprised if others mistook him for a Berserker. It was only his mannerisms that made him seem like anything else. "Expect in time that we will be sharing glorious stories of war, once our masters no longer demand so much secrecy between us." The oddly dressed servant flashed a smile broader than all the others, and then he looked away, for outside the window there was fire.
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TEAM BLACK

Gathering the Team


The man in white only smiled, and turned to each master in turn. Yuri seemed so, interesting. In truth, while the man shouldn't make bets, he was sure he'd love to see Yuri's actions in the way. After all, a man with no real direction in life stumbling into such an event? It seemed so intriguing. Like a genuine human moment. "It's true, I did say wish. And that is where you, have a choice." The man stepped in closer, and whispered only words that Yuri need listen to. Since the others should all be focusing on Caster's new plan. "When your team grasps the grail, give it to me, and the Clocktower will make sure you are not only endlessly wealthy, but that your personal desires are all met. You will become unshackled. Because to claim that wish, the others will betray you. Only the clocktower can give you what you really need, and the grail cannot." Before letting Yuri reply, the man took a step back, a letter now resting in Yuri's grip. "Only the man still in the game at the end gets to make a wish. I'm sure you understand, survivors of your team will fight you, and you them. There is only one true course of action in the end." With a smile, he began to walk away. "If you have questions, Mr. Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, that letter contains all the information you will ever need to find me." And the man was gone, leaving the team to their actions.

Their actions... And the smoke they could see from the windows of their new home.
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FIRST EVENT

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THE BURNING OF ST. HEDWIG'S CATHEDRAL


The Cathedral of St. Hedwig had seen far better years. A year ago its very own canon had been taken away. The priest, Bernhard Lichtenberg, had prayed for the jewish souls that suffered in the results a tragedy. The Night of Shattered Glass, where the people of germany had destroyed homes, and shattered lives like stained glass windows. The priest had prayed, and the police took him away. Nobody talked about it, but many knew it was a tragedy, and they'd never see him again. Not that anybody tried to stop the police. People still went there to pray. The people of germany, and the odd person needing peace.

It no longer looked like the pristine building of old. The doors were gutted. Blown off their hinges by a force of nature. A force of an explosion, with people staggering out of the depths of the building that bled smoke and ash. From all over Berlin, anybody could look out their window and see the smoke that poured into the darkening sky of night. The screams of people echoed down the streets, with the people so rapidly fleeing the structure that the area may as well have been a graveyard, except for the odd person looking out a window to gaze upon the dying building. That dying building, and the people still trapped inside.

"Well, the war starts with an eruption. Clearly the gods have a sense of humor." Saber said, gazing out the window as his body slowly drifted back into spirit form. What each master did now, would show what kind of person they are.
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