Reflection

Fate/Darkened Moon

I'll finish up the history. Since I doubt she'll be fighting right away, we can adjust on the fly.

Fate/Darkened Moon

Cassandra La Cassidin

The Clocktower. She had promised herself not to return until she had become sure of who she was, and what she wanted out of life. If she stepped past the doorway into this building once more, it would mean her worldly travels had come to an end. Cassandra La Cassidin too a long breath. A deep breath that filled her lungs, and she stepped over the divide. For a moment, she felt nothing, and then... She pushed onward. She had been called all the way to this place for a reason. Her periods of time overseas had mad contacting her difficult, so the mere fact that she had been contacted at all was part of the reason she came here. If she was needed, she had to come. Or all that effort would have been wasted.

Cassandra climbed the stairs, two at a time with her cloak billowing around. Billowing, and smacking the odd student in the face as they tried to walk past her. "Sorry about that," she said, pausing to help one of the students collect a book he had dropped. "Alchemy, huh?" She said, upon seeing the title. It was the same kind of book she had read when she attended the academy, and part of her had to admit it was indeed funny that teachers kept the same books the same. Despite how much magecraft was trying to advance. "I was never all that good at alchemy myself. Much better with golems and familiars." She smiled, and placed the book on top of the pile, and was away before the student could speak up. She had a place to be.

The door to the office shut behind her, stepping inside with a smile. "I apologize if I was late. There was an accident in the stairway. And besides, I was all the way in Africa. Do you realize how hard it is to get here with only a three day heads up?" Nodding to the others, she adjusted her cape.
"Pleasure to meet you all. I am Cassandra, and what is this all about?"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Foreigner District
@ManyThings@Sageage

He could tell immediately she was picking at his head. Olivier herself had done such things at times, and while he was an emotional man he wasn't about to give her what she wanted. No, to discover that she'd have to work for it. Saber's eyes were focused upon her, and that spear. There was one good thing about a spear. If you knew where the blade was, you knew where the pommel was. If you knew where the pommel was, you knew where the blade was.
"Everybody only gets one freebie." Saber said, unwilling to drop his guard. Still surging with that need to defend his master, while emboldened by a new ease. Everything seemed crisp, exact. No he couldn't see the future. But as they fought, his speed seemed less of a problem.

The blade of Saber struck hard into the ground, gouging stone as easily as anything. Though that may just be the power of a servant. One could never be too sure. The sparks from their grinding weapons fluttered through the air, igniting their battle into a glorious display that his master could see. And Saber felt for a moment that she had read his mind. No. That isn't possible. Is it something more?

"You fight well, but unless you are really weak for such a haughty servant, you are not giving it your all. So offer me up a fight worthy of my passion, and you shall learn your desire." Saber smirked, as if telling her to bring out more.

While his blade remained lodged in the earth, he was under attack. But Saber didn't yield his position, or his blade. As the spear struck to his unsworded left, he knew exactly the maneuver. Taking a step closer, the broadside slammed into his side, Saber did not flinch. But instead his arm followed the motion. Slamming his elbow down onto the shaft where it connected to his side, he sandwiched her weapon between his arm and body. His free hand struck the shaft, and gripped the handle, tightly with his own strength. A pin! With his own force he kept her from pulling the spear back, denying her the blow she sought. Instead... He took advantage of such a delicate stance she took.

A wide stance was good for holding ones ground. Or for thrusting. What it wasn't good for was when one was being pulled closer to their enemy. Saber's grip twisted the spear, and possibly her arms in doing so. He would pull her closer, directly into the range of his sword. Still buried in the ground, he raised Durandal up in an arc. An arc destined to pass right through Lancer's body, bisecting her from between her legs and upward to come out her skull. Could she foresee a way out? Could she overwhelm his own strength that seemed to bolster itself more? Or would she surrender her spear to avoid death?

Against such a foe, only boldness will do. Such stark boldness with which to shock her in the moment of action. This thought rushed through Saber's mind as he struck. Indeed how bold. How daring and brave. To accept injury in order to gain, that was what he had learned. To give as good as you get.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Foreigner District

@ManyThings

Saber adored battle. In truth it had been his life. No, not battle. A service to bring justice to the enemies of his lord. That was something beyond battle. That was the action of a judge, jury, and the executioner. For he saw battle as the way through which he could know others, and battle brought out his burning spirit. And he wanted to see that passion returned for as much as he gave. A killer glint in the eye? To him that was nothing. That wasn't passion. That was a barbarian. And until he saw that, he wasn't satisfied.

His momentum carried through on his strike, and his whole body twirled. Stepping to the side, spear striking nothing but air. "To be honest, I'd rather like to get a hint from you. Consider it giving as good as you get." The blade of his sword struck again, but he wasn't aiming for her. But rather the spear itself. The force of his blow wasn't one to knock it away, but rather simply to grind the blade against the shaft. Redirecting his force, Saber stuck with a new tactic. His blade sliced downward along the handle, aiming not to strike the Lancer's body, but to remove the fingers with which she held the spear.

His heart pumped, but he wasn't drawing on all his strength. Not yet anyway. He was returning only what she gave. His blows never more fierce than what she delivered to him. He lacked her speed, since after all he was a guardian, and not a lancer. But he aimed to be close. To pressure her face to face. To be within a distance where any motion she made had to be tempered with speed. Exhaust her with effort.

"Tell me about yourself. Do you have a name for your weapon? Do you have family that loves you?" His words were meant to distract, to draw her focus away from the fight. "Do you have a student? You are quite skilled. You must have passed your technique on, because it'd be a shame if it was lost to time."

Bloodlust was so boring.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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With his Master, by Tohsaka Manor

@Kyoka@Sageage@Seirei No Hai

Roland nodded, and his armor vanished in a flicker of light. The cape seemed to crackle with a blue flame, that began at Roland's neck, and trailed down to the bottom. It vanished into sparks of fire, while the two servants happily ignored the two masters who seemed to be reliving their finer times in memory. Roland seemed rather comfortable, no longer wearing the armor of a paladin, instead, his clothing was much more... Simple. Instead of the plated mail, it was a simple shirt, purple like royalty. Being the nephew of Charlemagne helped out just a tad. But one thing didn't fade away. The sword on his hip, in its scabbard refused to vanish. As if more than anything, the legendary invulnerability of Durandal would not accept being removed from this earth unless it was joining Roland in death.

"Olivier... If we fight as the final two, I swear I will make it worth the struggle." He doubted this war would be easy. But if he needed any kind of motivation to fight it, and win, it was to face Olivier again. Not for some grail, or greater purpose. Instead, a love letter. Because the longer he looked into her eyes, the more the guilt in his heart festered. "Olivier... I know this is sudden. But I'm sorry for what happened. I..." He paused, and didn't continue. Instead he reached out, picked up a cup of wine, and downed it all at once.

"You and I shall fight together throughout this war. Even if our masters are not truly allied, I promise that we shall fight again at the end of this war. Or, if the chance comes, we should live again and be happy together." He knew it wasn't wise to dwell on possibility, but as he ate another chicken leg, he stood up.
“Saber. Let us simply walk. They shall come to us, or we shall come to them. If we find no one then I will simply show you some more places to drink at!”
Roland nodded, and placing the bone of the chicken on the table, his armor returned to him. Shiny and noble, with cape crackling into existence. "Olivier, after tonight, will you go on a walk with me? I want to enjoy this world with you some more." Then he was out the door.

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Outside

Roland closed the door to the Tohsaka residence, and stepped into the cold night with his master. The paladin hated to go, and was tempted to speak up. In a way... He wanted to stay there. He didn't want to leave. Before he wanted to fight in this war, but suddenly he had a reason to stay. He had a reason to remain at the Tohsaka residence. A sigh left his lips, and his resolve returned. He promised a duel with Olivier, and that meant making sure they were the last two standing. His heart erupted into a cheer, and the Paladin returned. "What a fine feast that was! We should make sure that when we return, we have a great victory to celebrate." Roland grinned from ear to ear, and stood by his Master, eyes on the road as they began to walk. Back to war.

Roland could feel it in the air. A tension, and then he saw her, and knew without a doubt that the woman before him at the top of the hill was a servant. His hand rested on the handle to his sword, covering the white gem before his grip tightened around the handle. She was indeed a beauty, but that meant little to him. He already had a betrothed. Roland stood before his strange master, cape billowing in the air as he took a step closer. Ready to defend this hill, and his master.
"A second death would be the reason I draw my sword. For to fight without accepting that death is a possibility is not bravery, but foolishness!" Roland's words echoed with a courage, and as he pulled his blade from its scabbard that courage doubled. For to hold Durandal, a sign of his bravery, it meant that his bravery shimmered with twice the force. He walked up the slight incline of a hill, blade held to his side. "When I win, my uncle will surely love me!" The brave Saber laughed, eyes focused on his enemy. "Will you be willing to introduce yourself, or will this be a battle of titles and nameless heroes?"

He struck first, charging full force with a cleave of his sword. A strike going from left to right. He expected his Master to be more than capable of using his Clairvoyance to investigate this Servant for him.

@ManyThings

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Scattered through Fuyuki...

SHIT! Nise Masuta found himself at the edge of his own knife. "Hercules, come to me!" He shouted, first thing first. There was a long silence, and that silence grew and grew, before the man finally had to admit... "He's not coming, is he?" Falling to his knees, he raised his hands in defeat, knowing his death would be meaningless at this point. Even if that voice in his head said 'death' another of a certain calmer sense said 'tell them exactly what they need to know.'
"Alright, first off my friend, who sent you? You obviously don't have a servant so you must work for someone...that uh, Gin guy? Wait no...Einzerbn? Tohsaka? Matou?"
"I was sent by..." He paused. For only now did he realize how little he knew. "I don't remember. I was coming back late from work. And they approached me. They told me I was a mage. And... They offered an alliance." He bit his lip, and glanced around. Suddenly he felt eyes on him, all over in fact. "L-look, I can't tell you more. I-I think they're watching. They didn't tell me much anyway. They wanted me to ki-" He bit his lip, knowing that probably wasn't the safest of subjects. He closed his eyes, thinking long and hard. His head was so fuzzy. Thinking was... Wait...
"Doctor! They mentioned a doctor. I was supposed to find a Doctor. I think they wanted me to kill him." He smiled, hoping that information was enough. "Look, I can't go home. They'll know I ratted them out. You have to protect me now that I've told you this."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Fuyuki West - Bank

Xerxes stood up, his short work nearly complete. The cup was emptied of water, and found itself hanging and hidden from sight once again. After all, a great deal of work was required for this upcoming war. So many fights, so little time, and such a chaotic event it would be. He heard the creaking of the door, and had already turned, on the defense. The next sound was the door flying open, the sounds of buzzing insects flooding the air, and he knew one thing in an instant. The Matous weren't happy. Cross them off the list. But action first. Action first. The Persian master grabbed the banker by the scruff of his collar, and with a toss, the poor man found himself awake and screaming as the initial swarm of insects crashed into him. Xerxes was already running, towards his servant as the bugs tried to move around him.

He had to act fast, and that required Berserker. "Berserker, come to me!" Xerxes shouted, grabbing a wooden chair and tossing it into the insects that attempted to flank him. Disrupting their motions for even a moment was more than enough, as Berserker would come to him. The insects still hadn't full surrounded him by the point as he had the sense to be on his guard of invaders. Despite how Xerxes operated as a 'doctor' of sorts, he was still physically fit. He had already reached his servant by the time the insects would have worked their way over the banker. "Retreat, break down a wall if you have to." Xerxes shouted, tossing his jacket back into the insects that attempted to attack, relying on Berserker to carry him away from the attack. In that moment the golden rod and chalice he had used before the insects came in were clearly visible. And then... There was another set of two items. A handsized jar, firmly attached more than any other item, and a disc. A disc that could fit in the palm of the hand. Mystic codes? Possibly.

But, Xexes had to make sure the insects didn't follow him. In Berserker's arms, he had already placed a hand onto the golden neckleace he wore beneath his coat. Visible to the insects, a thick smoke erupted forth. A horrifying smoke that engulfed the first division that had gotten too close to the persian. A thick black smoke that clung to them. Their eyes, their lungs, the places under their armor that became exposed. They became blind, and the smoke clung like a powder to their wings. They would fall from the sky as the smoke burned through their wings, landing with thuds onto the ground. They became useless to the collective as the gas lingered, spreading out slowly to fill the bank's stale atmosphere. And by that time, Xerxes and Berserker would be gone.

One thing was learned, the Persian had some tricks up his sleeves, and the Matous were watching.
"Berserker, we retreat to the church. Follow my directions. Move quickly." He had one more place to hit. The Department Store. A desire of sorts, or a need to power his servant more. To feed it more material gains? But, he wasn't willing to risk being attacked again, and the church was a proper place for him to hide out for the night. A place that wouldn't attract attention for himself and wouldn't allow any spare eyes to track him to his base of operations. A good enough place for now.

@ManyThings-@Yukitamas

Moving to - The Church

Fate/Darkened Moon

The history is giving me trouble, since I rewrote it at least twice. But I'm putting it up now.

Master - Cassandra

Name: Cassandra La Cassidin
Title(s): Queen of the Phoenix
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Alignment: Neutral Good
Rank: Festival
Objective for the Grail: Cassandra's goal is actually to quit magecraft and open a bird store. Het dream in general is simply to have the grail invent a new kind of bird, that can make her new store famous.

Command Seal: Command Seal

Personality: A cool mind, relaxed by a great deal of time and study. There is little to Cassandra's life beyond a strict regiment. In truth, one could argue that a strict regiment is the only way she can live life. Some would even suggest she suffered from autism, as any attempts to break her well organized life can make her not only uncomfortable, but incredibly unhappy. Her structured life often means she spends little time with others, and can come off as completely hopeless in a social situation. Thankfully, if she can plan ahead for a meeting, it tends to go a lot smoother.
Except, while she lives a structured life she is not without interests. She reads. A fair deal actually. The library she keeps isn't just for show, since it is a manifestation of all her knowledge. She has read every book she owns, and keeps them all well cleaned as a result. Meticulous upkeep is Cassandra's way of life.

Bio: A life in the confines of the La Cassidin estate isn't much of a life. A french family who found themselves studying the art of golemcraft, they always sought to go one step closer. With each member of the family creating their own unique creature. A golem that represented who they are at the core. Maybe that's the problem with Cassandra. She is nothing like a phoenix. Despite how she commands one so easily.

As a child, Cassandra was rather quiet. Before that she was loud, spoke her mind, but that didn't last long. People treated her poorly. She had no friends, and soon found that silence was preferred from her. She found comfort in her books, even while her father and mother obsessed over trying to make her... Normal. But she wasn't normal. She was self involved, and preferred and order. In truth, she could very well have been labeled as being on the autism spectrum, due to her difficulties with emotion and society.

At a young age, she was finally moved to the Clocktower. There, she found a calling. A calling of studying and research. She made few friends, and found that the world did not find interest in the same things she did. Things like beasts, and fire. Now, she didn't seek freedom in the sense of exploring the world, but rather in finding her passion. That is why, when she was 15,she left the Clocktower. Despite her love for a structured life, she wanted to see if she could be a phoenix. She has spent the years since then traveling. Getting involved in the affairs of the clocktower almost by accident.

She was not the first pick for this war. But she was high enough on the list that sending a letter all the way to Africa was worth the effort.

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Number of Magic Circuits: B

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Fire, Air

Magecraft:
Basic Magecraft - Cassandra is a fairly average magus in the concepts of magecraft. Common Alchemy, curses, construction of a workshop and various other materials. She's fairly average at it, and nothing really stands out. Except, for her unique familiars.

Familiars/Golemcraft - Utilizing both the basics of familiar craft, and that of golemcraft, a completely unique kind of familiar has been created. A conceptual familiar, that is a phoenix. The Phoenix is designed like that of golem. Utilizing the same concept of creation, but developing a unique contract of the kind one makes for familiars. A special kind of contract that connects both creator and familiar completely. To an extent where the phoenix can be called an extension of Cassandra's will and body.
The phoenix is a bird of fire. If destroyed, it will rebuild itself from its own remains, again and again. As long as its creator lives, the phoenix survives. The bird itself is the embodiment of fire, and thus fire magic is channeled through its presence. Such thing as balls of fire, or waves of heat manifest through it. With this familiar, Cassandra has expanded beyond traditional golem and familiar craft. Should she call on it to do so, the phoenix can self destruct, and Cassandra will be forced to remake it from the ground up.

Crest: 6 Generations

Weapon: The phoenix is Cassandra's main weapon and catalyst. There is nothing more powerful in her arsenal than that of the phoenix. She carries the parts for lesser golems and familiars to be constructed as well.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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With his Master, by Tohsaka Manor

@Kyoka @Sageage @Seirei No Hai

It was a dance, with blade's clashing and dragging against each other. In truth, he hadn't expected such an exciting meeting. But this was Olivier, the paladin he could call his lance. The one he would fight alongside and go into hell with without a question. There was no other he would accept as an ally for this grail war now that he knew she was here. His green eyes stared back into that blue light, and finally, he was satisfied. No, not satisfied. He felt glorious! He let her push his blade to his chest, smiling as that smug look reflected in his eyes.
"Barbaric? Why I take offense to that. I've been nothing but a gentleman since I arrived in this time period!" He pushed back, slowly turning the tables to tower over Olivier. "And what about you? You brought a spear to a sword fight! How dishonorable! Though, uncle would probably laugh at how you manage to have a spear longer than mine." A terrible joke, but if there was any kind of humor he was good at, it was the terrible kind.

Finally satisfied, Roland stepped back, never lowering Durandal until he glanced at the food on the table. "Well well, I see we have a meal already planned out." Roland smiled, and winked to his fellow Paladin and fellow Saber for the war. Taking a seat, he looked to the two masters, who were probably in shock at how easily the two Sabers seemed to get along. "If there was any surprise I expected for this grail war, it wasn't to see you again. I expected uncle, or maybe..." He paused, and bit his tongue. But it was clear who he had thought of. His step-father. The man who had betrayed the two of them to an ambush that had cost them both their lives. "But that is neither here, nor there. It's good to see you again, and to drink with you again, and fight with you again."

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Fuyuki West - Bank

Step one had gone over rather flawlessly. The arrival of fake masters would no doubt keep other real masters off the street to avoid confrontation, and better yet draw all familiars to them. So that real masters could operate without the gaze of others spying into their personal business. After all, Xerxes Kaveh wanted to make sure that until he chose to do so, nobody would interfere with his work. And his work, was very important at the moment as he stood at the entrance to the bank. There, the manager stood, already opening the door for him, well after the bank had closed for the night.
"Thank you for your help." The Persian master said, smiling to the older gentleman who had been kind enough to let him into the bank. "You don't realize how much I needed to get inside." He knew the man didn't care, nor could he probably answer that request. The man was no mage, and so to Xerxes that meant an easy use for his... 'Powers.'
"Think nothing of it." The man smiled, and as the doors opened, he and Xerxes stepped inside. A third figure following them. One who had to bend down to step into the room. The bank itself was fairly nice, and it was clearly a result of the value of Fuyuki's wealth. All the rich people sitting around, with their money placed into banks. A western influence Xerxes was sure, as when he had first visited Japan in the 1600's they had still fallen under the sway of a Shogun. How times change.

"Right, you can go pass out in the corner." Xerxes said to the bank manager, holding up a golden rod with an eye at the very top. The gemstone eye in the center shimmered for a moment, and the manager obeyed. Collapsing onto one of the many pieces of furniture that was littered about. Making sure to take the keys before the man passed out, Xerxes walked deeper into the bank. "Berserker, you are to make claim to all the treasures in this bank. Furniture, jewels, gems, bank accounts, and paper. It all has some degree of value." As Fuyuki was a center of western influence in japan, the city drew in enough riches and investors to make this singular bank more than wealthy enough for his needs.

Shuttering the windows, to avoid anybody peeking in while they worked, Xerxes couldn't help but smile. The value of a bank was more than enough for his needs right now. But over time he'd have to start resorting to less... Subtle methods. Besides, robbing a bank wasn't the worst thing he'd be doing today.
The golden light that drifted through the air was more than enough for Xerxes to know that his will was being carried out. In a way, he felt it was right to be stealing from the Matous, the Einzberns, and the Tohsakas. Their wealth and fortunes probably sitting in those very vaults that were being stripped of their gold. Probably for the best. If he had his way, they may not survive the war to even realize they had been robbed.

Taking a seat by the unconscious back manager, he held up a chalice. Placing it down in the table, he filled it once more, and set to work using his time wisely. In particularly he wanted to watch the fake masters. Three of them. The chalice shimmered, and focused on each of the three in turn. Focusing on the one at the bridge at first. The bridge of Fuyuki was the crossroads between the two sides of the city, and that meant, more than anything, that he would be the first to run into actual mages.
And then he was dead. In the chalice, Xerxes could see his killer. Her hand through his heart. Tsk... The Persian sighed, but at the very least this man's death wasn't in vain. He proved one thing to Xerxes. He didn't have a servant like he thought he did. And then the assassin was gone, and the man's body fell the distance into the water with a splash.

It seems the grail war had its first causality. But as he flicked his attention over to another, he saw exactly who he had interest in earlier. "Berserker, wrap it up when you can. We have a place to be soon."

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Scattered through Fuyuki...

One of them was dead. His heart practically imploded and his body falling into the river below. In a way it was rather pathetic. On the opposite hand, a dead body, even that of a fake master would draw some attention. If discovered. Though it may take a day or two to be fished out of the water.

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Fuyuki Shopping District - Nise Matsuda
@Scallop

The man stepped from the darkness, knife spinning in his hand. "Oh, you caught me!" He bowed, and seemed the epitome of a gentleman. "I understand you'd be nervous of a sudden arrival like myself, but lets be honest. I don't believe in the skulking and shadow games that so many other mages are getting involved in. After all, shouldn't this all be good fun?" He glanced over Ludwig's shoulder, as if he was seeing something Ludwig couldn't. "I realize this isn't the nicest of meetings, but I think we could work together? After all, you and I have so much to work with. You have a powerful servant, and so do I. We're both talented mages, aren't we?"" He took a step closer, as if trying to be as friendly as possible. "Besides, I don't even need the grail. I'm in this be-" He paused, as if unsure how to continue. As if... He hadn't been told what he wanted.
But he did know what the mysterious man wanted. That pause broke, and he was on the attack. Throwing his knife through the air, and watching it arc through the air, aimed squarely at Ludwig's chest. Before Ludwig would have time to figure out what was going on, the man tackled at him, striking in the most physical way possible. Suicidal. But... Was that the intent?

Fate/Darkened Moon

I'm working on my master, don't worry.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Scattered through Fuyuki...

Fuyuki Shopping District
His name is Nise Masuta. A relatively simple man who was born in Fuyuki, and expected to die in Fuyuki. His mother was a weaver, and his father an accountant. He spent his days in the bank, checking maths, counting, and collecting the money of others while living off his own small wage. That was until today, when he learned he wasn't just a pencil pusher. He was a mage! A powerful one with all the wit and tactics required to join the Holy grail war! His servant was the mighty Hercules, hero of greek myth. Naturally his servant was in a spiritual form, so he couldn't be seen at the moment. But deep in his mind he knew, he had to go out, and fight other mages. The command seals on his hand were more than enough proof of his role in life. So walked this skinny man, carrying a knife in his hand, and Hercules invisibly by his shoulder. He walked along Fuyuki's shopping district, passing by the now empty stalls and smiling to himself. Why, he knew for sure that if he ran into another master, his power alone would make him win. As if anything could stand before him!
He passed by the bar, and peeking in he saw somebody. Another master? He waited outside, hands in his pockets, back against another building. Waiting, and ready to fight when they came out of their home.

@Scallop@Kyoka
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Fuyuki Bridge
His name is Oki Usotsuki. He wasn't much, and only moved to Fuyuki within the last year. He kept mostly to himself, avoided the yakuza, and worked in a shopping center. But he had a secret. He was a mage. He knew this because he couldn't be hurt. His magic formed a barrier around him, and protected him from all harm. He knew this because he didn't have a scratch on his body. And with his servant, the mighty hero Hector of Troy, he didn't have to worry about the war at all. The command seals on his hand were proof enough that he belonged here. All three perfectly placed on the back of his hand, letting anybody know who and what he was. He sat on the bridge, watching and waiting for anybody who dared try to cross it. After all, if anybody came to the bridge, he would rise, and declare a fight. A fight he'd win with his servant.
"How exciting!" He said, speaking to the air. Hector was invisible, and had gone to wait and spy. He would materialize soon enough. "This war... I can win! All I have to do it see what the other masters and servants can do, and plan the perfect plan!"
How... Daring.

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Fuyuki East - Station

Damu Baka was confident. He wasn't much to look out. Poor, kind of a wimp, but he was a master in the grail war with access to an assassin servant. Jack the Ripper. That's why Jack was invisible right now, because he wouldn't need to worry about him being spotted. Brilliant tactic, and Damu patted himself on the back. His command seals clearly visible for that moment. Now, he just had to find another master, to start an alliance. But who could he trust? Well, if worst comes to worse, he had Jack to protect himself.

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With his Master, by Tohsaka Manor

Roland was... Well immediately confused when his master made to attack the other. Weren't they supposed to be good friends? And then he realized that customs probably never changed. After all, he could recall the many times he and Astolfo had butted heads as a sign of greeting. Or when he fought another of the paladins over the first cup of wine. Or how the first time he had met Olivier, his greatest companion and his lance, they had met with their blades striking the other. In fact, the idea of clashing swords with other heroes excited him. Without speaking, he waved his hand to their host. "Well, Mr Tohsaka, you and your master are an interesting pair. Don't let him break your nose though, we don't need any casualties on the first night." He smiled from ear to ear, and followed into the manor, before realizing... He had failed to introduce himself. "Oh yes, you may call me S-" And then he paused, because inside the house he could see a shadow. A familiar kind of tilt to the helmet, and... Why did he feel like this was the right place to be.

Roland went silent as he walked towards the table, and the figure came more and more into view. His hand jumped to the handle of his sword, and before either could greet the other, his blade was in motion. Spinning into his hand, the long blade was as light as a dagger in his grip. He spun it around as if it was far shorter than it was, and yet with such grace that he seemed perfectly fine with the longer length. In less than a second he had covered the gap of the room, blade over his head, and striking down with force. "My companion! You live!" He laughed, as if his heart was exploding with emotion. "How are you doing!?" He let his voice fill the house, as he would begin a duel. Not a lethal one, but not a gentle one either. As if he wished to express his love, through a display of sword. "I missed you so dearly, and I prayed that we would see each other again in heaven! But here you are, able to join me once more in our quest for victory!" His blade would flash about, aiming to strike metal against metal. To clash, to dance, to sing a song that only blades could sing. He wanted this. He wanted to enjoy this tender moment with the other servant he could recognize at a glance. "Oh this is a gift from my uncle and God! The angels sing for us!"

@Kyoka@Sageage@Seirei No Hai