Reflection

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@vancexentan To be honest, if there is a moment in the RP where Galileo would require the ability to Ride a horse, perform surgery, disengage from an enemy encounter, and needs to use chinese martial arts all at the same time, I'd probably let him do it. Because that sounds dope.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@vancexentan Well, to be honest is the idea of composite skills is that they let you mix and match certain skills. Like having torture tactics and Human Anatomy Understanding can be combined so you can torture a person more easily.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Well just saying, but Tesla doesn't have practice with a bow and arrow, but he qualifies for Archer. It's just one of those weird things about class containers.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Power Level: 500
Activity: Still at the Dojo
@CaptainSully

Hey! Being fast isn't any fair! But if there was one thing Wain could rely on, it was that humans are loud, clumsy beasts. Those big ears twitching as that annoying old man zipped around. Turning suddenly, and striking at the air, missing by mere centimeters. It seemed that just being fast wasn't any good against Wain. Maybe he was just that inherently good at fighting? Or maybe it was just that he was born better than anybody else? Because right now, despite the clear lack of training, he seemed completely on point with trying to match Kojiro's motions.

To bad Kojiro went from dodging all the time to trying to attack. As the old man placed his foot down, steadying himself to strike at Wain. The feline child struck the ground with his foot. Kicking off, and suddenly taking that short distance and making it even shorter. With Kojiro's longer limbs, he was at a clear disadvantage in point blank combat against the child. Ducking in under that hand, Wain began to punch. And punch. And punch. Aiming a flurry of angry young blows directly at the old man's exposed chest.

His tail though, that was the real problem. That sneaky tail had reached out, and grabbed at Kojiro's hand. Despite the difference in size and weight, this means that even if Kojiro tried to run, he'd just be dragging Wain with him. Effectively nullifying that speed difference between them. Was the kid just that smart, or was it instinct?

"How dare you think you're as good as me!?" Wain shouted during his attacks. "You're just some Silver Fang wannabe! So just get your own schtick already!"

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

______________________Akkadian Empire______________________
Zoo - Downtown District

Montana was more out of his comfort zone than Chen had expected. He’d been taking his time for the summoning and his entrance into the war, but he’d been here. Planning, anticipating and setting up his own base of operations. How else would he start a mission he had thought upon his first arrival in America of his life. After setting foot in the country, he could feel the heaviness of the atmosphere compared to his home. But then again, a vacation that was also work couldn’t be complained about.

Having secured a place to head for, the zoo’s closing hours had witnessed a Chinese man in a suit enter it’s gates, his purple tie standing out and matching his lilac hair that was slicked back to give some aura of professionalism. After a slight scuffle with some employees, he was permitted to talk to the manager, giving him his offer across with enough enthusiasm and complexity to keep the man occupied. The staff were certainly confused when it was announced that a third party would be coming to take care of the moderation and maintenance of the zoo whilst they were all given two weeks of leave. The manager himself, never left the zoo that night with everyone else. Security attended as usual but unfortunately for them they let Chen approach them with ease.

He sat upon a bench now, wiping his hands with a handkerchief again after cleaning up the summoning circle. The zoo had been a perfect place, but he wouldn’t dare kill any animals himself to use as his material for the circle to summon his heroic spirit, fortunately those security guards were squishier and more unprofessional than he had expected. Chen would be the first to admit he was impressed with what he had accomplished, The order would be impressed by his summoning alone and even if he survived the war without success, he was sure that he would be awarded more than he needed for his grand plans. He had acquired a great relic from the ancient Order as requested and with the relic by his side now after using it for the ritual, the great Mesopotamian hero answered his call yet, now he had set about his business. Chen still looked on at the Servant and spoke up after his silence following the summoning.

“Great Sargon, forgive my uh let's say negligence, but remind me of your class?” He asked with a nervous grin as he took a bite from the sandwich he had brought with him chewing it and swallowing it before speaking again. “Of course it’s not that important, we can acquire victory either way of course” Chen looked to him with thoughtful eyes. He didn’t know much about the Akkadian empire or Sargon but what he did know was impressive. He wondered if Sargon would live up to his name in battle.

“My class?” The man spoke, softly at the moment. It was soft because he was comfortable. Upon his summoning less than an hour ago he’d set his mind at ease by finding the only animals that he could compare to his own magnificence. It was a simple manner for the man to tame such… ‘Wild beasts.’ And as he leaned back, Sargon rested himself against the belly of a lioness, while another rested by his side. In total, the man possessed a full pride, all resting beside him with comfort alongside their new master.

“It’s Rider.” Sargon said, all while his fingers drifted through the golden fur of one of the beasts. Far more golden than one would expect, and befitting the King of Battle. “You speak of acquiring victory as if it is the end goal. Rather, it is merely one of many goals, with dominion over others, and conquest of the land as the true end goal.” He raised a hand, one that wasn’t preoccupied with his pets, and raised it in Chen’s direction. In it materialized a goblet, filled to the brim with a red wine. “The grail can be considered something to dominate. Even if we win each battle, it is still possible to fail to conquer the grail.” He spoke a bit like a sage. Or perhaps a man who saw conquest as the one true philosophy in life.

This may have come off as more inspirational, if not for a lion cub walking by with an arm ripped from the bodies of one of the guards that Chen had killed earlier. Mauling it with adorable claws, and cute fangs until the male cub was drenched in sweet, crimson blood.

Sargon smiled, and then laughed. His cup raised to his lips when he was done enjoying the lion’s first feast. “I like this one. He is full of fire.” Sargon said, having drained half the goblet in one go. “That one shall be our new mascot. What do you think?”

Chen looked up from his perch and listened to Sargon’s little speech, observing him as he spoke. How glad he was he at least got a talker, he was terrified he would have been cursed with a Berserker who only talked in grunts and flashy acts of aggression that lacked the subtlety that Chen prided himself with. He turned over his sandwich and finished it, looking to the King of Battle’s goblet of wine with a smirk and tilted his head.

“He would make for a pretty fitting mascot that’s for sure. The young cub, already with the taste of blood on his tongue and ready to take on the world.” He smirked a little bit and rocked slightly, wondering what their first move would be subconsciously, then realized right now he had to focus on what his servant had to say. “Let’s say we fail to conquer the grail, yet we did win every battle, would you say that’s a loss or a gain? To you is the grail a means to an end or is it just the final battle of a King who wanted one last good fight?” Chen asked this with a certain look of curiosity.

“You see Rider, if I fail to conquer the Grail it’s not over for me, I can grow and adapt and sue the experience, I wonder if you feel the same about it” he nodded to him and then to the cub. “Lucky for him, I kept the janitor alive, more obedient than one would expect, but alive”

“That is a complex question.” Sargon said after a long pause. Having finished his wine. Only a little of the red wine still remained in that goblet, swishing around as the Rider gave it a swish in his hand. “I guess you will just have to wait and see.” He declared, shifting about and slowly rising. A lioness raised her head off his lap as he stepped over another.

In the corner of the room lay another lion. The male. It was no longer moving, and Sargon let out a sigh. “Good, it’s finally dead. We can begin.” He said, raising the head just a bit more, till scarlet blood dripped into his empty goblet. “Chen, I shall begin work on getting my weapons ready.” He said, never once referring to Chen as a master. He was, if anything, an ally. To call him a master of himself would be, to Sargon, the ultimate act of submission. And he, as the original master and conqueror, did not find himself submitting to others. It had become too embedded in who he is.

Next, he walked away, and within a minute, as Chen was left with Sargon’s pride of lions to watch over him, the bleating of a goat could be heard echoing through the area, until silenced. Sargon returned later, alone. The goblet gone and the blood with it. Grabbing the lion’s body, he threw it over his shoulder, and finally the lionesses stood to join him. Sargon walking off to work on more of whatever it was he had decided to focus on for the time being.
“If you are interested, feel free to follow. We’re going to be busy. And then… We’ll have to find a leyline.” He explained, adjusting his cape as he did so. “We may also want to meet the other servants and masters in this war. An alliance in an early stage of the war is best. Since it will give us access to a greater network of information.” It was simple planning to be honest.

Chen watched the pride of lions around him with a slight nervous nature in his smile that he offered them. Was this how it felt to be out of his depth? Chen always thought growing up he was in a lion’s nest of men and women willing to kill him to further their own ego and will, yet now he realized the real danger that lay beyond his world. It was Sargon who was in another time, but Chen felt like everything had changed for him more than he had expected.

With the return, Chen looked to Rider and got to his feet, brushing off his suit pants and nodding. “I have a means of easy communication with other masters, I’ll begin sending out some familiars with those means. I do believe I could secure us a leyline at the same time which would be the best possible option two birds with one stone as it were” He smirked and began flicking his playing cards from his sleeve into his hand and flicking them between each other. “As much as I would like to witness you at work, I’ll be a little preoccupied, I have a few matters of my own to lay out for this war, as amazing as your power is Great Sargon, I can’t simply rely on that.” he nodded and walked from the pride of lions and when he was far enough away, three birds fell to him and he slipped cards onto their feet, attaching them with string and sending them off. One card for each bird.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Muramasa is fine, since it's basically the same principle of Jack the Ripper expanded upon. AKA: Various people attributing to a single figure.

Honestly, this is on Vance to decide if he wants the extra GMing challenge of having to write up challenges for a character who can cut through any defense or make a new weapon to bypass any unplanned challenges. Since that's always a bundle of a thing.

Also, this is Mad Enhancement D. "Strength and Endurance parameters are up. Language ability is simple. Continuing complex thoughts over long periods of time are difficult."
Simply put, this mental interference thing isn't a thing. Did you pull it from Fate GO or something? Mad Enhancement doesn't make you immune to mental interference, you're usually just too insane for it to matter.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@Sosuke Depends on the monster. All servants are human, or half human. Also, aim for a 5-6. It all depends on your grading scale. Your 8 could be my 10 or vice versa.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@Sosuke some slots may be open. Since some people have vanished, and haven't posted their master bios.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Power Level: 500
Activity: Still at the Dojo
@CaptainSully@Eviledd1984

He got blocked? Well, he wasn't that mad about it. At least now the old man was paying attention to him. And that, in Wain's book was a win. Maybe this old guy was less of a stiff twit, and would be willing to teach him the cool moves. immediately that fuming feline placed his hands on his hips, glaring at the older man. Wain's tongue sticking right out, making out a little Bleh sound at the strange horned guy's reaction. He'd cut off that horn eventually. It seemed like such a nice target. But now, he had to focus on that old man.

"You can call me, Wain! God in-Training!" The young feline puffed up his chest, and pointed at himself. Clearly acting like he was above having to introduce himself to a human. The prospect of this human training the strongest person on this planet felt like a joke, but he wasn't about to argue it. Mostly because the human suggested the god-to-be couldn't beat him in a fight. Especially after he so clearly ended up hurting himself deflecting an attack from Wain. Sure, deflecting it was impressive, but Wain wasn't that impressed.

"You're gonna eat those words!" Wain growled, ears perking up, his tail swishing about. Waiting for the human's eye to drift even for a moment to any part of the young feline's clear agitation, and then, instinctively, he charged that short distance. A punch aimed with surprising force at the most vulnerable part in old man Kojiro's body. Right between his legs. A cheap shot, but one the older man might not expect. Wain was short enough that attacking the testicles was... A very solid strategy.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Akshamsaddin at the Meeting

"I do prefer Constantinople myself, but nobody else calls it that these days. How easily people forget a history." Aksha sighed out loudly, tapping his fingers against his chair. But that silence didn't last long before a third master joined the group, and that masked man smiled.

"I would not call you late. Rather you are early. The war has not begun yet, so lateness would imply you had missed the war altogether." Aksha said, saluting the woman as she entered. "My full name is Akshamsaddin, but Aksha does well enough. Do you have a shorter name of your own, or must I refer to you only as Joan-Mary Bernard?" He was rather polite, and while he couldn't speak for the others, he was being as welcoming as possible.