Reflection

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Since we have a servant influx, who wants me to make a tweedy banker who gets really fussy over property damage and money spendature.

Soul Eater RP (not begun yet, everyone welcome)

Yeah, I've been silent because I've got no good character ideas yet.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Church Hilltop
@Scallop

Lighting a small lamp, the light it released wasn't natural. Instead, it was a soft blue, and not a natural light. After all, Xerxes kept his little lab in darkness. But for a guest, it seemed right to have some light. Ludwig had managed to be a rather interesting individual, while the odd man above had been... Well at least Darius seemed to enjoy cooking. The other master though, he was still a bit of a mystery to Xerxes. The one he hadn't really managed to pin down yet. But Ludwig. He knew all about him.

The room itself was rather well furnished. Due in part of having been a study for the odd priest who worked in the church for a time. The lights had been turned off or covered, mostly for Xerxes own benefit, and a large cloth had been set up to split the basement in two. Clearly to protect the plants he was growing from the odd patch of light from above. A desk rested against the wall, where Xerxes seemed to place his belongings, and a bed had been made out of sleeping bag. Clearly the doctor managed to find a way to sleep properly on even hard floors. In the corner though, there was the fake master, having been placed in Xerxes care earlier. He had been drugged, mostly to keep him asleep while the doctor focused on ridding him of the mental interference placed upon him.

"Ah, I see you've noticed my little... Hobby." Xerxes said, bowing a little as Ludwig entered the room. "Naturally you wouldn't find this plant in any of your books." The plant itself was rather odd. It grew out into spindly branches, as if it was a vine. The shoots were still green, despite how they seemed to lack a need for sunlight. "This is actually a plant from my homeland. It grows on mountains. The roots are where it gathers the nutrients it needs, and it digs into rock and stone. Naturally, I can't have it digging into the foundation of the building, so I set up a area for it." He explained, keeping it rather simple as he knelt before one of the branches, and snapped it. "Now, it's not ready yet. But this is called the Haoma."

"You did at least bring me breakfast, right?" Xerxes said, lifting an eyebrow in the low light. Pulling a curtain across, the room, he hid the plants from sight, as that was not really the reason he wanted to speak with Ludwig. "I could smell it even from here. I'm guessing something involving eggs. I actually had to raise my own chickens after I left my family. You'd be surprised just how delicious food can be when you no longer have to live off the few things you can cook in a cave." It was then that a plate was held out from the doorway, Berserker to the rescue with some rescued breakfast. "Thank you, Berserker." Xerxes smiled, and nodded to the king of Persia. with a small fork, he dug into the meal, and sliced it apart bit by bit. "Hmmm, rather good. Could use a bit more dill, but that's just personal taste for you." Xerxes lamented. and placed the plate onto a table and eating from it while he spoke.

"You see Ludwig, it's about the fake master you brought to my attention." He said, bringing up a conversation from about nine hours ago. The choice had been to keep the man sedated under Xerxes care, tied to a chair of course for his and the Doctor's safety. "In the short moments I woke him up to speak with, I've had a great deal of time to work on removing the mental interference placed upon him. It was difficult, but I believe we may soon be able to chat with him. Since you found him, I figured having you with me when I did the interrogation would be best, wouldn't you agree?"

Finally finishing his eggs, Xerxes brought the plate back up to Berserker, who promptly dropped it into the sink, where it would most likely be saved from shattering by one of the archer servants. "But, for now... I wanted to just get to know you. After all, you saved a man's life, when you didn't have to. I owe you a debt of gratitude. Since this war started... I've only managed to get people killed." With a sigh, he brushed a hand through his hair. "But forget that. I'm curious about your work. You are the heir to the Krauste Family. You must have quite a labratory of home. Why would you come all this way to a warzone just to practice your craft and help your servant? I'm not much of an alchemist myself, but surely it must be difficult to work on your potions in such an environment?"

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

_________________________________Saber Class_________________________________
The encounter with Lancer

@Sageage@Manythings

That night... A little over nine hours ago, Roland had chased after that lancer servant.

She leapt back from his kicks, and for a moment he was unbalanced. Still not perfectly adjusted to having to fight with hand to hand. But he stuck the landing none the less, holding a bright red spear in his hand. His eyes drifted along it, and he realized as he spun it in his hand... This wasn't steel, or metal. It was bone. The heavy thunk of the blade as he smacked it against the ground screamed not metal, but a bone from some kind of creature. It was gone before he could think further on it, the blade vanishing in particles of light.

Then he was chasing. Leaping after her, and since he didn't consider the match ended, he wasn't completely outmatched in speed. Just a bit. He couldn't allow this servant to merely run off, and since she had been forced to leave so quickly, that meant only one thing, she was making a bee-line for her master. He chased, and in the distance he could see the smoke, the burning sky and the gutted insides of the Matou Mansion. Grinding to a halt, he realized with a smirk who this servant belonged to.

"Matou Servant, may we meet again!" Roland shouted, and he turned to make his retreat, knowing she wouldn't chase, not with her master in danger. Master, I know more about our enemy. She is the servant of the Matous. Roland confided with his master through their link, as he made his quick return to his master's side. The Matou mansion wasn't far enough from their duel to have gone unnoticed. The Foreigner district was large, but not large enough to hide in. "I suspect we may have to withhold spending time at the Matou Manor. But for now, our mystery lancer wields a weapon of bone. This limits the options by a great deal. I won't put a name on her yet, but I suspect she is a top tier servant, and one we should avoid in the future unless ready." Adjusting his cape, Roland marched alongside his master, and probably sought out the nearest place to get food at this hour.

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Day 2: Shinto Town - Heading to the Bar
@Sageage

In his hand, Roland had a poster. Part of him was honestly amazed such a thing was actually happening. A bar? Run by a man with terrible fashion sense and his master's missing rear half? For a moment he wondered if that was the plan to begin with. Combine his master with Chiron, and then? Well, would that make a horse and a person? He was probably overthinking the whole thing. But hey, it did bring a smile to his face.

He gazed down the road, but he felt... Odd. In fact, he noticed upon entering Shinto town that there seemed to be a lack of animals. As if they'd all been taken away. But that wasn't important. Instead, he was leading his master to the bar, since after all it seemed only worthwhile to meet other Masters and their servants who might be drawn to such an invitation. "Master, are you sure this is safe? I love springing a good trap, but this is fairly obvious." Flicking the paper a little, the knight of Charlemagne took out a marker, and began to draw crude little mustaches onto the photos of the duo who owned the bar. "But then again, such a thing would be the most western of experiences, wouldn't it?"

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_________________________________Master_________________________________
Church Hilltop

@EnterTheHero@Yukitamas@floodtalon@Scallop@Kyoka

As the mysterious church owning master gripped his gun, Xerxes was ready. In the motion it would take to raise that gun, he could r- That thought was cut short by a second master, with one of the fake masters. Was this luck? No, it couldn't be. It was destiny. It was Xerxes birthright. The world once more provided him the means to reach his goals. Even more so when the person who carried the fake master was one of the very mages he had been looking for. And the situation was better than the numerous others he had put through his head.

Then there was Archer. Such a strange man, but he could tell at a glance that this was no weak servant. This was the man who wielded lightning earlier. Berserker was at Xerxes side as he entered the building, and with a command, the behemoth closed the doors behind them. While they were guaranteed the victory against Saber had the battle not been forced to end, it was clear that servant was part of the Matous. The attack was one of pursuit, and not one of arrival. That meant he had been chased. And an alliance... Well at least he wasn't the one proposing it.

"Archer, I see you mistake my goal in this war." Xerxes smiled, hand over his heart as he spoke. "I am a doctor. It is my goal to make sure that while this war it won, it is not because all masters and citizens of this town have been killed." He smiled, and glanced around the room. "While I will help you in an alliance to win the war, I shall do my best to save the lives of civilians and masters involved. If you are willing to accept that, then I can see no reason why we shouldn't ally ourselves for this war." It didn't matter to him if this archer was a king, or some divine being. There was no reason for Xerxes to reveal his true nature. He was indeed a doctor, but it wasn't lives he was here for. But the treasures of other mages. And judging from the rather impressive constructs just outside, he knew without a doubt he had entered a jackpot. Besides, no half-way decent human being would deny him the chance to act as a healer in a war like this. Not when the benefits of having him around to begin with were much greater.

And in that moment, he had his alliance. They would need more masters and servants to truly win, but he suspected that would come in time. Just finding the right person was enough.

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Day 2: The church

Xerxes took claim to the basement. It was perfect for his work, and while he sat up, he had already taken Archer aside for the operation. It wasn't a complex operation by any means, but it was rather revealing. The poison that had afflicted the archer was... Alcoholic in nature. That just made the detoxing a tad more complicated, but either way, it was less than an hour before he had managed to rid the servant of the poison. And best of all, he had managed to collect the poison into a flask. Something he would need for later.

With Archer recovering, and probably left to his own devices, Xerxes had managed to collect his luggage from his former base. And within an hour after the alliance had formed, Xerxes was gardening. His bounded fields place around, and slowly focusing on a new task. The task of growing a garden of Haoma. The mythical herb that grew in the caves of Persia. It was beloved, and it was the source of his long life. The plant was sensitive to the light, and until fully grown, should not be exposed to direct sunlight. In fact, the Doctor had to grow it in pure darkness when he was younger. Doing it in the basement of a church was child's play.

With a field of fertility established, Xerxes finally stepped from the basement. Berserker had been acting as his shadow inside the building, and while the great king wasn't allowed inside the mage's basement workshop, it was more because the ceiling was low, and less because the berserker wasn't wanted. "Oh, if only you had been a rider. We could have such interesting conversations." Xerxes lamented. But he had to make do with his current situation, and Berserker was probably the strongest servant in the room, physically at least.

"Ludwig, are you around?" He spoke loudly, but not at a shout. Rather just to see if he could find the other mage. He had questions to ask and all that other stuff.

Soul Eater RP (not begun yet, everyone welcome)

@Squirrel98 The fact that you have vague ideas of who the characters will be early on isn't a good indicator. Since that just makes it seem like an incredibly rigid story.

Anyway, let people know the setup and what the idea is, and you might get more interest.

Soul Eater RP (not begun yet, everyone welcome)

So does this mean that as we "Make our own Story" I can make a villainous character to act as a repeat antagonist or something?

Fate/Darkened Moon

Cassandra La Cassidin

Everything honestly sounded good. A solid plan. A well crafted plan. One problem.
"Poland! But I've never been to Poland. Why, I'd need to get a map, make a list of the customs!" Cassandra had already begun to pace, and dug around in a bag she had slung over he chest. Flicking through a rather large book of tourist places, she finally settled on Poland. "Okay... So..." She paused with a sigh. "Oh this will never work. I need at least a week to be ready. I'd need to check the place before I moved in. Then I'd need to have my lab set up beforehand. And that's not even getting into how I'd need to know all the nearby restaurants."

This went on for a while. She listed off at least a dozen things she would need, until finally, she paused. Finally realizing just what she was doing. "I mean! I'm just so... Never been to Poland. I mean, I understand I'm a candidate, but are you sure I can really go to Poland? I mean, this whole servant war thing... I've only read about it. I haven't even had time to think about what kind of servant I'd want! Or what to do with them!" Taking a deep breath, Cassandra finally let it out into a sigh. "Okay... We can do this."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

_________________________________Master_________________________________
Shinto Town - Close to the Church Hilltop

@EnterTheHero@Yukitamas@Addamas@floodtalon

Damn those Matous. As Xerxes leapt from Darius' grip, he landed ready to run again. He had been chased all this way to Shinto town? Had they been routed? No, this attack came from behind. That meant this new servant came from the Foreigner District. all that way in such a short time? As he looked back, his eyes focused to use his clairvoyance, hoping to at least see this stranger's stats. Clearly an enemy, but from the Matous? Another master? No. Another master wouldn't be so brazen to chase like this. And he'd been chased by the Matous this whole time. He'd deal with them later. But first, he had to set up a new base. And the arrival of another servant seemed to complicate things a bit. Judging by the position, they came all the way from the church. So were they allies? Or what? Either way, the church came first.

Xerxes could see the zombies on the hill as he ran from the northern side. Foot before foot, he was running with the knowledge that Berserker was more than capable of dealing with this attacker. If she chased after him, the mysterious servant would probably stop her from pursuing too far or fast. If he got to the church, he'd be fine, and he could talk to the other master.
"Berserker, if the enemy servant retreats, come to me as soon as you can. I will be at the Fuyuki church on the hill. Only fight if they act hostile first." Xerxes ordered, speaking through their mental connection. It wasn't much, but he didn't want Berserker to go running off into an ambush. No doubt this attacker had others coming to help if things went south. The Matous would want their wealth back, though by now that wasn't possible. He could probably pass it off on a third party later if he had to, as long as Berserker's abilities remained unknown.

Ahead, he saw the church, and another man. Clearly a necromancer judging from the battle he could see further down the hill. Xerxes slowed a bit, a hand slowly sliding to his side. His other raised up, palm showing that he was unarmed. "Sanctuary! I seek sanctuary." Xerxes declared, slowing his approach till he was walking. "I need sanctuary in this building. I am being pursued. Please grant me sanctuary." He wasn't sure if he could trust this man just yet, but if his guess was right, this was the Master of the man currently aiding Berserker. "I am a doctor, a man of peace. As if that might help his case.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

_________________________________Saber Class_________________________________
Foreigner District
@ManyThings@Sageage

Saber was impressed. How fast she moved. How quick her motions, and how her delicate look seemed to so easily be turned around. He was at a disadvantage with this foe. How she moved, how she seemed to know every motion he made. As if... He'd ask later, but she wasn't a typical lancer or spearwoman. She really did deserve the title of heroic spirit. He'd love to find out just who she was for later.

But, his body did not break when she brought his arm around. Instead, there was a shimmer in his eyes, as he found something to protect. His master's honor! Or maybe just this hill. He wasn't picky. Guardian Knight was such a great skill. Mostly because when she twisted his arm, it didn't break, instead it was reinforced and whatever damage it might have done only charged through his spirit.
Master, she is very skilled. But this is not your fault. Rather, you have done your best, and your best is as good as the best of heroic spirit. I suspect her master has sent her out with the express goal of learning the identities of other servants. When we return to Olivier we will have to avoid letting on that we know each other. Or my identity will compromise her own. Always the gentleman, worried more about Olivier than himself.

Lancer fought on the razor's edge, but her demeanor told him this was not because it was in her nature. But a skill she deployed. "Very well, I shall get closer!" He grinned, and closer he would get, because in that moment she was pulling her spear back, as if thinking she could harm him. Guardian knight could tank that, but... He was learning from this teacher. For he didn't have one teacher in this fight, but two. His master, and his enemy.

Saber let go of her spear, not fully since he had already learned his lesson. But it was like her own grip in the move just before. His grip gentle, and his arm twisting. Readjusting just enough by moving his elbow. His hand pushed downwards, causing the tip to avoid his shoulder, sparing him the loss of a limb, and before the spear could pass him completely his grip tightened just before the blade. And yet, he let her pull him. His own charge was emboldened by her own strength, suddenly their short distance was closed in the blink of an eye. His body faced hers, with his sword raised above his head for a lethal strike downwards.

But he didn't. No. His left foot slammed down into the ground, rooting him there. He spun his right side to her, and kicked. And kicked. And kicked. Ninefold Hoof-Cannon: Release From Life! Roland was not a hand to hand martial artist. But this move? It was so bold. So brave! It was as if it had been designed just for him in mind! The power of a servant did what no human could. It perfected each kick into a body shattering blow. And being so past the defense of her spear, she was right in the path of the hurricane of blows.

This was his invitation to her.

Fate/Darkened Moon

Okay, finished the bio.