Not to be that guy, but I think the issue with Sinbad is that you're giving him mounts of animals he met, not rode. He never tamed the Leviathan, the Roc, or the elephant king. It'd be like if Hercules could summon the Nemean Lion and ride on that. Or if Artoria could ride a Dragon. Just because they met or fought something, doesn't mean they're gonna be riding it.
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@PKMNB0Y I'm mostly thinking of making a Persian, but what they'll be doing for like a job still has to be decided.
The cat was scooped up like a toy, and thumped against the floor. But as soon as the belly rubs ended, the feline faded away. Dark fur rolling into a soft skin, with a blue tinge around the ears. The massive jungle cat rose to his feet, revealing the face of Caster, having transformed himself into the large creature earlier. There was a flick of the tail as it began to curl back into Caster's body, and whiskers receded back into his face. The feline form vanished, and Manco raised up a hand, helping his summoner to his feet along with the strange woman. He didn't fully trust her yet, but the fact that she acted passively suggested she wasn't here to cause a fight. But they should be cautious.
"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for the strange method of introduction, but I am Caster." The servant said, a smile on his lips. Layering on the friendly aura. It helped that he had Negotiation B as a skill, easily making the situation a lot more amicable. "We did notify proper authorities, and all the documentation of our visit is in state hands. In all honesty, our goal is to provide protection for the people of Boston during this war. If you are invested in protecting the lives of innocents, then throwing your hat in with my summoner and I would give you the best means to do so." He bowed just a bit, but his guard never lowered. "We are bringers of peace, not war. Men who dedicate our lives to punishing the wicked. You are the same."
With that said, Caster hoped an understanding could be made. After all, it would be a shame to have to detain somebody on the premises for the period of the war.
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HAPSBURG RUINS!
The eyes of a crow. How... Valuable. Caster's web was massive. Caster's knowledge of the city was perfect. After all, he possessed Navigation A and Map-Making B as skills. Naturally he had already found the manor well before the attack upon it. The attack only made it more obvious to the eyes of the many familiars that lurked around the city. One such crow among others had settled on a part of the ruins, overlooking both Rider and her master. He spied the vehicle they came in on, and they guard who's life they spared. Even if it was for personal gain, Caster knew they weren't bad people. Already the odd raccoon was rummaging through the building, searching for anything of value. Animals were so easily ignored. They could squeeze into places humans could not. At best they might pilfer the smaller things, before Archer got his hands on the real prizes.
The crow fluttered in closer, landing on a clock, and watching as the golden archer returned. It was clear that this was the Archer class servant. A man with many gifts and blessings bestowed upon him. That much was clear. Furthermore, this was the servant of the Hapsburgs no doubt, but the crow did not speak, nor did he do anything to give himself away. After all, there was another servant here. Let Archer have them. The crow had his other things in mind. Even if the Hapsburg's magecraft was well beyond his own, some of it might have value.
Naturally the main entrance hall was still rather pristine. After all, if somebody tried peeking in without knocking it would be rather obvious something was miss if Caster had been plastering lucha posters all over the walls. But, he was aware first that somebody was coming. Deciding early that it was merely a group of tourists, it was clear that he and his master would need to be pretty blunt on why you shouldn't ignore the warnings on a building. As Giuseppe stepped out into the hall, Caster stood just out of sight, plotting and ready to act...
"EH can I help ya? We got some work goin' on over here and this ain't stuff ya can just walk in and interrupt! Fine though, don't want to leave any of you in the dark with your history, come on i-"
RAWR!
BRUTAL! SWIFT! The hallways of the old state house became filled with the growls of Peru's deadliest hunter. The echoing growls of a jaguar, green eyes highlighted by a pitch black fur. Bowling into Giuseppe's side, knocking him over as the vicious predator pinned him by the chest to the floor. Dinner plate sized paws rested on what could only be called the largest jaguar any of the people in that room had imagined. Larger than lion, and growling loudly so that saliva and spit splattered all over the detective.
He expected somebody to run, as the jaguar looked up from the pinned detective, not hurting him. But the intruder's might not notice that. He pounced again, this time towards the door, snarling. Aiming to push them out the door... And then the door would slam shut, latching loudly and leaving the crowd to run screaming into the streets. Probably humiliating themselves later.
After all, who would believe "A man from New York was just mauled to death by a Peruvian Jaguar in the middle of the Boston State House?"
June 24th, Old State House
Giuseppe Messana
Holy Grail War? Now that was one way to be extravagant with your titling. Giuseppe Messana was never one to be involved with giant happenings with other magus, most of the time he stuck to his family and their associated magus, but now some higher power had decided he was worthy for this...war? If anything he found it hilarious and convenient. His mentor always said, the mystery comes to you. And here was this mysterious, intriguing grail war, delivered right to him, the markings on his hand more of a message of, “Here’s a job”.
Having arrived that night before, he was settling into this State House quite easily. He’d used some mild magical persuasion to convince the city council of Boston that he needed to close down the State House for reports of bad construction and asbestos and they just ate it up. Having drawn all the curtains and securing the area, he knew that he would have to get to work.
Downstairs in the basement, he walked down to his arrangement. The circle of blood he’d made with pigs blood and a brick he had been given by a relative. Picking up the brick, he gave it a once over, smirking a little as he enjoyed the vague nature of his “catalyst”. From what he knew of this brick, it was said to come from some ancient aztec or inca temple, and that meant almost any of those legends could be summoned.
The basement was lined with jars of materials the detective had brought along, the room mainly lit by candles since he hadn’t sorted out the light down here and he took a breath in and sighed. “Lets get this ball rollin' I guess” With that he began the incantation. From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!”
He watched as the glowing enhanced itself and the room was overcome with light and smoke. And so it began.
Light shimmered. Light beamed. Light struck the walls till the whole room was like standing in front of the naked sun. The red light crackled, and pulled itself together, forming and colliding into a shape. A human shape. Hands and fingers materialized, and the light seemed to peel away before…
There stood a man with a golden staff in his hand. A smile, his eyes narrowed as if he had just spotted a particularly tasty donut on a table. His lip pulled back into a smile, and he took a step closer, standing on the very edge of the circle. As if ready to step over. Then… He spoke.
“What’s up my homie?”
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Present Day…
“Thank you, John F Kennedy.”
This was the scene Giuseppe returned to when he stepped in the workshop of his servant. Manco was there, hard at work on polishing a statue. It was a beautiful statue of marble, standing nearly twelve feet tall, and covered in jewelry, like one would see on any photo of an inca warrior. A sword, or rather a club lined with obsidian like the people of Meso-America would have used, was held in the statue hand. Manco though was putting all his attention on the face, brushing it down, sanding away at the nose until it was… Perfect. If it wasn’t completely still, one might have thought it was alive.
To Manco’s side though, there was a statue of John F Kennedy, animated nearly the first day he’d been summoned as a kind of… Maid. The thank you was a result of a cup of lemonade the statue had brought to Manco, who amidst carving statues, forging a powerful bounded field, crafting various mystic codes, and crafting his own batch of familiars, had found time to cook and create a pot of lemonade that John F Kennedy would occasionally bring refreshments from.
Manco paused to admire his work, and brushed a little dust from his statue’s brow. Taking a step back, Giuseppe might finally notice the nearly ten others sitting in the room. “Tell me homie, what do you think?” The Caster servant said, his hands raised in that classic photo way, as if framing the sight in his mind.
The detective in question had also been busy that day. Having woken up early, he had been out running a few errands for him and Caster, as well as talking to some people about the murders that had taken place recently. In one hand a hamburger he had picked up and in the other a dog carrier with a dog he had picked up from the pound. Before making these purchases, the detective had taken a look in the graveyard, paying respects, capturing some spirits of the tortured dead and now here he was.
A low groan escaped his mouth as he took a bite out of his burger and the dog began growling at the statues. The detective magus finished his burger and took off his bagpack, placing the dog carrier down and taking out a wrapped up burger. “I mean...you work fast Caster, that’s for sure” he answered as he rubbed his brow, placing the burger on whatever flat surface he could find. “My boys still upstairs? I ain’t sure if they’re ready for combat yet” He said eyeing up the statues, referring to his much bulkier golems upstairs. So far, his shoddy bounded field hadn’t detected anything beside himself and Caster, but so far, they seemed to be safe.
Taking out three jars, he placed them as well. “Here’s some spirits if ya need some to work with, I’ll need one for another golem, hey, is that..” he eyed up the JFK statue and smirked. “I mean, ya certainly put a lotta detail in, that’s for sure” He smirked and held his hand out. “Ya got a cup for me?”
“Ask Mary Dyer, she’s closest.” Manco said, as within a moment, a statue of Boston's favorite martyr stepped over, and offered the detective a refreshing glass.
But Manco’s attention had already turned to the dog, a hairless mexican breed. Putting down his sander and chisel, the blue haired caster crouched down, his eyes focused on the canine. The canine looked back, and the growling ceased. A comforting smile was shared between the two, and he reached out. Manco’s fingers trailed against that smooth skin, brushing about and running against the dog’s cheeks, and then the ears.
“You know, I asked for the Peruvian Hairless breed.” Manco said, before scratching softly against the canine’s chin. “Though I forgive you. They are a lot alike.” He laughed softly, as by now the connection between himself and the dog had been complete. “But from now on… You shall be called…” He paused, as if pondering a name. Naming a pet was a special moment. It was the cementing of a concept, an idea. Once he gave a name, it would define the being of his new companion. “Sander. It’s a special name. It mean ‘Protector of Man’ in my country’s language. With it, you shall protect mankind, and be a guardian in their darkest hours.” That was a lot of weight for a dog, but Sander could handle it. Manco knew, because he saw the glint in his eyes.
“Now that you are here though, detective, I have to take your attention. I can’t have you running off before I show you my works.” Manco laughed, because for this man the world was all smiles. He gestured to the statues, and brushed a hand against each. “You see, I am about to provide each of these, with Sami.” He didn’t explain what that meant, but instead rose to each of the statues, and leaned in close. One by one, he hovered his lips inches away from their own, and let out a breath. A deep, warm breath that drifted through the room, and then he moved on to the next. As he left each statue, they began to move. Slowly at first, as they blinked, and then slowly rose. Each standing to their full height, like massive stone sentinels.
“There we go.” Manco said, finally taking a seat after the last statue had begun to rise. Sander already leaping up onto his lap, and sitting there as the Caster brushed his fingers against Sander’s back. “With our bounded fields, and these sentinels, I think I can take a short break. After all, Sami takes a great deal out of a person.”
Giuseppe watched with mild interest as Caster observed and admired his dog, he himself being able to recognise that bond they had quickly formed between each other. He had read somewhere about the significance of dogs to the Incas but he didn’t know it was so powerful. He watched in silent admiration at Caster’s request, watching him breathe life into the statues, with wide eyes and a low whistle at how they all stood up like that. At first, he had been worried about summoning the Caster class, but seeing Manco at work, really put the faith into him.
“Holy shit...Sami must be some ancient power eh? Well I gotta say, I got hope for us in this disaster zone, do you think you could hold down the fort whilst I check out some stuff? I’ve heard about a string of murders, something tells me it could be linked to this war, y’know?” he gave Manco a smile and shrugged.
“If ya need anything let me know, this place is fortified as it is, I’ve put a kinda cloaking presence over it so we shouldn’t be too obvious, sound good?” The italian detective nodded to his Inca servant and looked around at the statues again. Yup, this certainly was the weird mystery this war had promised him.
“Wait, detective, before you go.” Manco said, sitting up just a bit more. He’d move more, but with his new pet on his leg, it was impossible to move without disturbing him. “I have not finished work on all the things you asked for, but I did finish a set of amulets to protect you from other masters, and their servants. I have little doubt that by now one master has summoned the assassin class servant.” He added, aware that his summoner couldn’t be convinced to stay home, but rather he could make sure he remained safe long enough for Manco to arrive and save him.
Sitting on a table by the door, there sat a small collection of silver amulets. Some designed as barriers to provide his master some degree of protection from physical forces. Others designed to protect the mind.
“But, you have places to be, and I’ll tell you more later.” Manco added, and waved before the door closed.
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