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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Paradox Witch

Roland's heart was thumping as he spilled his guts onto the table. Metaphorically of course. He wasn't dead, yet. His body had begun to relax, falling back into the chair, eyes focused onto Chiron. There was indeed a fire. Burning, pounding, pumping. The worst part of it, Roland was a bit of a romantic era hero. Tragedy was all part of the story. But, as he was relaxing, his mind was settling.

He reached out, hand gripping a cup of wine. The cup felt light in his hands, and he brought it slowly to his lips. Was the cure to his woes really so... Fragile? "Chiron. I am could never become a monster. Because when has a hero ever become a monster?" There are, in this world, many cases where that has become the case. Those that didn't die young were the villains of another heroes story. Or they merely faded away, unable to keep up with the demands of their bodies. Though, with such confidence, Roland may very well manage to avoid such a fate.

The liquid touched his lips, and poured down his throat. Like a river it washed away the toxins. It flooded his system with strength, and he was lucky to have been gripping the cup was gently, because as his power returned to him, his sudden rise in strength applied pressure to the cup, nearly breaking it open. He placed the cup down, empty to a drop.

Power. He felt great. He felt... Like a hero once more. Standing up, Roland clenched his fist and looked into the distance.

The Hero Returns

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Attending Church
@Yukitamas - @EnterTheHero@Scallop@floodtalon@Kyoka

Suzaku gave the response that Xerxes had expected. Not denying, but not fully agreeing either. A good middle of the road answer that anybody can accept. After all, it probably wasn't an answer most would comfortably accept. But while Suzaku was a hunter, Xerxes was a doctor, and worse, a man with strange morals. In fact, as the two had spoken, he had in his hand a chalice, glancing into it in brief moments, studying the land, and chasing after ghosts.
"Well Suzaku, it seems we already know where the Master is." He said, slowly raising the cup for the man to peer into it. There, was the master of Berserker, as clear as can be. It wasn't hard to piece the two together. "Ask me to find him later, and I'm sure I'll have success there again." Xerxes smiled, and placed the cup down, cutting his connection quickly to avoid being spotted.

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One a positive, the giant tree was blown apart. On a negative, Darius was already out being busy. On a positive, Xerxes and the others had access to a rather fair amount of familiars that began to scamper. Entire roots were picked up, and carried away, the town probably watching as the mage's familiars scampered about, collecting everything they could, and then vanishing back to the crew all the way in the church.

"You know, this tree could be useful."

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Paradox Witch

It was good to know the chubby horse man could see his woes. And while Roland would normally turn down another drink, since he had been drinking in preparation, he wasn't about to turn down another thing of booze. He stepped in, checking back on his master, who he needed to protect more than any other. Satisfied that the bar was safe, he took a seat, turning his focus to Chiron now that he didn't need to worry so much about standing straight.

"You see... Chiron. I have been hit with a numbah 10." He glanced at the bartender, who had already begun work on a Number 10 (With a side of fries). "No, that's not what I meant." He said, correcting the man as quickly as possible. His uncle would kill him if he started spending money recklessly. "I cannot fight like this. My body moves fasta' than reflexes let me go. This poison, in my body... I can survive it. I can. But it's done something to my body. It's degrading me." He wasn't sure how he could really explain it. "If you can lessen the poison, to a point where my body can safely ignore it, without the degrading of my self, that would be... Very very very-" Roland did at least ten more 'very's before he was stopped by a member of the staff lightly tapping him on the back of the head. "Thank you... Very nice of you."

Leaning back, Roland clutched his temples. "Chiron, we are willing to make a trade. I do not need a new arm. I will find my sword on my own terms. But while my body is fighting this poison to the degree it is, I cannot be certain I can help anybody. And worse, I cannot look upon my love in this state I am." Tears began to collect around his cheeks. "Olivier means so much to me. I can't use words to describe her beauty. She makes a puddle of my thoughts when I look at her. I..." He choked. "I have to fight. There are others who would take her from me. They are Saracens, they are all thieves!" His hand gripped the table, as his drunken mind snapped to a sudden focus. The other heroes in the war. They were all thieves, and images of that green one flashed through his mind like fireworks. "It cannot continue like this."

"I need to prove to Olivier that I am capable of being the man she loved. That I am not the fool who led her to a meaningless death!" Roland stood, banging a hand against the table. "I realize this may all sound small. That it may sound like a mortal squabble to a man who raised a generation of heroes. But however meaningless in the grand scheme of things, it is the sun and sky and heavens to me!"

Roland fell back down, as overdramatic as they came. "Please, help me protect Olivier. To be finally married to Olivier... I would defeat every hero in this war, and the next hundred."

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates

Severus Symphony Spectacular the 3rd

Name: Severus Symphony Spectacular the IIIrd
Alias: Prince of Music
Age: 15
Position: Musician
Bounty: Alive Only 5,000,000 Beli
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Personality:
Background:
There are several generations of the Spectacular family. All of them being the most beloved of those who call themselves royals. There has never been a Spectacular who wasn't invited to perform in the hallowed halls of the rich and famous. All except for one particular boy. Severus Symphony Spectacular the 3rd. In truth, it begins before he was born. When Severus Symphony Spectacular the 2nd performed for a family known as the Vetromillas. The day he performed, was the day of the birthday of one of the eldest of the Vetromillas family. The only problem, the boy was unreasonable. He demanded songs from foreign islands that Severus the 2nd had never even heard, much less knew existed. In an outrage, he challenged the family, and was exiled. Left on a small raft in the ocean, he nearly starved, until finding a small island that he crawled upon, and was saved.

He married, and had a single child. That child became the father of Severus Symphony the 3rd. That young boy, hearing about how his grandfather once played in the great halls, yet by the time he was old, the 2nd could no longer play his music. But he could do one thing, and that was teach. He took his grandchild under his wing, and began to teach. But Severus' father saw this as a fool's trip. Instead, he took his son, and taught him the way of machines. How to construct sails for vessels, and cannons for ships. But instead, Severus became interested in the mechanics of something like a piano, rather than those of a ship. He continued to learn from his grandfather in secret, and in the day he would work on ships.

The years crept by, and finally, he completed what he considered a masterwork of craftsmanship! A device he called the Kapellmeister. The mechanizations of a piano inside a single staff. Each year, the town would host a musical contest, and that day, Severus went to preform. He was only eight when he stood upon that stage. And he wouldn't have traded it for anything. The melody he played was gorgeous, and a trained symphony that his grandfather had taught him. It was then when he finished that he was approached by a wealthy man. That man wished for the young boy to play at a celebration to welcome a visitor to their small island village, as they were there for important business.

That visitor was Kane Vetromillas. The son of the man who had banished Severus the 2nd. Unaware of this, the young boy presented his music before him, and the royal was amused. Until he finally asked for the name of the boy who had played for him. Hearing the name of the young child, he laughed, and dismissed him as a fraud. For none of the name Severus Symphony Spectacular could possibly be of the talent to play before royalty. Not after the embarassment of the boy's grandfather. In that moment, the eight year old child lost his temper.

He watched his island burn, as he drifted away from it on a mere piece of driftwood. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he drifted away towards certain death. But a roving band of pirates came upon him. He pleaded with them. No, he begged for them to save his family, but by then the fires had been burning for a week, and the boy was lucky to be alive. The pirates took him in as a servant boy, that they planned to sell into slavery. He was saved by a single skill. His musical talents. And how he could sweep a crowd off their feet. While pirates treated him well, he was never more than a slave to be passed between them and he traveled on several different ships. Always being lost in some kind of bet. Until finally he settled upon the Red dawn. at this point in the story, he is eleven.

After a time though, he found himself in a new position. The Red Dawn Pirates were planning to sell the musical genius, but this time to somebody far more than just another set of pirates. No, they planned to sell him to the Grand Dragons, since a discovery of Severus' heritage had put him in a unique position. Instead of that happening, he escaped, using Kapellmeister as a weapon. The music turned into powerful bursts of sonic energy, tearing apart his bonds, and he escaped, running away and vanishing. His bounty established as alive only by the whims of the Grand Dragons, who desired to have the musical boy as their slave.
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Abilities:
Weapons: The main weapon of Severus, is the Kapellmeister. It has the functionality of a full grand piano, on a stick. As a weapon, it can operate as a fully functional spear, slicing through people as effectively as any weapon. Though the head is a great deal heavier than a traditional spear in that regard. Making it more an overly large Halberd.
Techniques:
1st Symphony - Sonic Wail: A powerful strike from Kapellmeister's sonic arsenal. A powerful wailing blast of sonic force that can know people flat on their backs. It can leave victims dazed, confused, and probably rather sick as a result.
2nd Symphony - Sonic Assault: Much like wail, but a directed attack. It can be considered just like a bullet, instead of the shockwave that 1st symphony is capable of.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates

Finished up the history, and added some techniques.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

So, are there any more masters joining? If not, I'm making a master for my own Lancer, because I can't make one for other players.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Seirei No Hai

The bar. What... Horrible timing. Roland silently cursed himself, having proposed and already having to leave. "Olivier, let me know of your answer when I return." He said, standing up, and making little bounces away as he ran off into the forest. His heart was racing, and in a way he wasn't sure what to think or say. Since after all, he and Olivier had been betrhothed. But that was centuries ago, and since then their time on the throne of heroes had made it difficult to say such things. In truth, he was worried.

Did she still love him? Was she humoring him? He had lost his arm. His honor, and his weapon! He had run off and nearly gotten himself killed. But worse... The time in which he had become engaged to her... Was before their deaths. His own actions had led to her death on that battlefield when he had ignored her advice. His mistake! He was making mistakes again. Did she hate him for that? Of course not, but could she? This was why he didn't think. This is why he acted at all times. He reached up, and with a flick of his wrist, his cloak fluttered away, landing on the forest floor. It would come back to him, but he would not hide his missing arm for now. He had nothing to hide. His bravery made that clear.

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@BlueHelix@Paradox Witch - Pelion's Pub

Pelion's Pub... Roland had expected it to at least have a broken sign or something. Probably expecting some servant to have tried attacking it at least once in the current period. As he took another deep drink of the rice wine he had made sure to take with him and his master, he could already feel that slight intoxication. His thoughts became more focused in a way, on the task at hand. Pushing aside his worries of Olivier's love. He passed the bottle over to his master, and let out a belch as his insides churned. Being a heroic spirit at the very least didn't strip away the needs and uses of alcohol. "Drink up master. You have to at least be buzzed before we can enter the pub. Chiron will need to do his work in there most likely." Roland said, giving the bottle a shake. If they needed to drink more at any point, there was another bottle strapped to his belt.

At the door, he could see another servant, hopefully they would all be on nice terms, since they would have to drink. "Pal if you need a drink, I have extra." The one armed paladin said, about ready to reach for his sword at a moment. He covered his mouth with his fist, coughing softly as another belch felt so close. He really shouldn't have been drinking so quickly. He stood by the door, a good few feet from the other servant, so it was clear he wasn't there for any desire to fight. They were both there for a drink, or in Roland's case, his life. "You know, you seem like a nice guy. Some kind of military sort?" Roland said, trying to make idle chatter as they waited for the horse man to arrive.

The door opened, and out came Chiron. All while the world seemed to end.
"Noble horse teacher, I request some help from you. And not just the booze." Roland said, scratching at his neck. "I am dying of poison, and I'm fairly sure you can help with that." He'd probably have been more eloquent, but he was trying to get drunk.

Fate/Italian job - Roman Holy Grail War

Woo, here I am.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

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Einzbern Manor - Forest Clearing
@Sageage-@Seirei No Hai

"Olivier..." Roland spoke softly, a rare thing as they sat together in that clearing. "If you can help me retrieve my sword, that would be nice." He said, with a bit of a grumble to his words. "To be honest, Durandal was a gift from my uncle, and until I retrieve that, I am not worthy of his love or respect. How am I to greet him on the throne of heroes after this? Losing my symbol?" In truth, he would like it very much if Olivier found his foe, since the two of them would be victorious despite the odds.

"As for that giant." Roland had to laugh as he remembered the story. How Olivier had killed that man with his own weapon. "At the very least, that is something you have in common with that sword thief. Jack." Roland had been pondering it for a while, and he had it down exactly. Many heroic spirits had taken things, but there are few who not only could do in the way that green boy did, but with a golden glow. "The lights gave it away. It's the golden goose, or the golden harp. You know?" Reaching out, Roland's only good hand rested on Olivier's shoulder.

"I have fought while my brains leaked out my ears. I guess I can fight with a missing arm too." He may be at his lowest, but that meant one thing. When he rose, he would be higher than ever before. "My master will need me soon, but I have something I want to discuss with you first."

Roland fell to his knees before Olivier, weight on one, while the other was bent. As if he was about to propose to her. Like he had many many years ago, on the hills of his homeland, after he had faced her in battle. He thought back on that moment, a golden glow in the air and the sky about ready to burst. The paladins weren't there then. Then it was only Roland and Olivier, and Charlemagne watching from a distance. It had been a perfect moment, and every moment since then was perfection when the two were together.

"Olivier. Once I have regained my honor. Will you marry me?"

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By the River...

His name, is Damu Baka. And he's very lucky for a man who isn't a mage. And a man without a servant. His seals had washed off already, and he had come to accept that the man who told him this was lying. But still, he had a bottle in his hand, careful not to get a drop of water on himself, collecting this for the voice in his head. That voice that had lied to him earlier, but this wasn't nearly as bad as what could have happened earlier.

And so, the man, having finished his samples, tossed his rubber gloves away, and carried the samples away with him. The voice was very specific about where he should leave this stuff. And then he was gone again. Vanishing into the city again, until the voice needed him again. He still had a use for that man.

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Attending Church
@Yukitamas - @EnterTheHero

"Suzaku..." Xerxes was in the main room, holding several vials of water. It was exactly what he expected, but at the very least it offered a great deal of interest. But while doing this, he was speaking to the Master of the man who had turned this church into a factory of sorts. "Tell me, how do you feel about Tesla's latest approval into the church?" He spoke softly, but it might as well have been an accusation. "I mean, we came to you. You can see our faces, and the faces of our servants. But this oni creature? She has expressed interest in hurting your servant, for fun no less. And worse, we know nothing about her or her master. She says she has none, but... I highly doubt a creature like that could be independently manifested."

He was placing the samples away for now, a sigh on his lips. "What if he returns with another? And another? I realize there is no harm in allies, but allies must be able to work, and be honest to each other. Is it possible..." Xerxes looked to Suzaku, as if silently commanding him to cut his contact with Tesla for a moment. "Maybe, your servant plans to betray you."

It was a dire accusation, but not one that hadn't been asked before. Servants and master may be compatible to a degree, but total ability to work together? Xerxes at least knew he had control over his Berserker. And Ludwig's Archer was not the traitorous sort. But this Tesla was a man from the future. A future none of them had experienced yet. They didn't know his legends, not like their servants did. Not even pondering the possibility would be poor judgement for the both of them, especially since Tesla had proven to be such a powerful man, and worse, and archer with the ability to move independently of his master's will.

"I don't mean to judge, but maybe, we should consider the chance that he may kill you, and replace you with another master if he finds one more in line with his beliefs. You don't need him forever, but a man like that. If he could hop from master to master, he may very well seek to keep his operations alive even once the war is over."

Roman Holy Grail War RP (Fate RP with heist themes)

I have Lancer, and my Master character is currently int he works. I'd be willing to discuss him more once he gets further along.

As for my Lancer, I'm open to pretty much anybody who wants an easy to use servant that doesn't require a lot of mana.