Reflection

Fate/aberrant destiny

@VitaVitaAR Ah sorry, I just noticed there was two lancers, Starkad and Kiyohime and figured there was a 2nd team.

Fate/aberrant destiny

Is this completely full? If not, I possess a sheet for a Caster who might interest Leonardo as a rival for a Great Grail War. It's Raphael.

Fate/『 』Märchen

Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria
_____________________________________________________________________***@KoL@King Cosmos@Duoya

Laelaps should have stayed away. Or shouldn't have attempted to get closer to Assassin's master. Because as the hound was sneaking into that rear entrance, he failed to escape Assassin's eyes. After all, no regular dog would be able to open a door. And if for whatever case this had been a regular dog, Assassin cared little to take the risk. An arrow was fired from the alleyway, through the pushed open door, and into the back of the canine's skull. A quick death, a subtle death. As a ninja who knew how to mask his scent and footsteps, the canine which had been focusing on something else would never have caught the subtle teases up until it was too late.

Even if the canine moved to dodge, there was a second arrow already noticed, and Assassin could fire that one with just as much accuracy. He was not of the Archer class, but his Single-minded nature to kill the dog easily bridged that gap. Well before the canine could hope to identify his master. Mission complete.

"Are you enjoying your meeting, Master? If possible, I can follow him and his servant to their homestead should you not find a way to make them work under us." It was... Just a suggestion. Since he didn't want to try forging an alliance while two mad warriors fought outside.

A Nasuverse RP (Tsukihime, Melty Blood, Fate/Stay Night etc.)

Kinda hard to do a Fate/StayNight RP without the servants. Or do you just mean a bunch of mages hanging around the clocktower? If so, "The Case Files of Lord El-Melloi II" RP Might be a better title. Since the Fate/ title usually points towards servants and grail wars.

You're unlikely to get any interest if your only info so far is "I wanna do an RP based in this world, but not have anything else to talk about since I removed the thing it's most well known for."

It's like doing a Harry Potter RP, but no wizards or witches or Hogwarts. You gotta replace them with something.

Basically, don't wait for interest before you tell people your idea. Because people don't show interest in Interest checks that only tell you what they aren't about, you dig?

Fate/『 』Märchen

Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria
_____________________________________________________________________***@KoL

Assassin was the first to notice Caster, and the first to notice when she left. A caster could not vanish in the same way a ninja could. In fact, it was clear from the way the wind moved that she was bending light with it. He had seen such a trick many times, and had utilized similar methods in his own noble phantasm. Still, the differences in level were notable even for him. Caster had not looked to fill the appearance of a master mage. Were it not for the single-minded focus of his spying and analysis, he might have missed it. The slight adjustment in breath, or the sounds of footsteps moving away.

But he didn't follow. Caster would be difficult to chase. He would also put himself too far from his master. Who as he turned his attention to others... Realized she had run off to interact with another master. That... Wasn't good. Or to be more exact, reckless considering they weren't sure of the other master's abilities yet. Much less threatening one. One which was Master of Berserker.

"Well, you could have told me..." He broadcasted at his master, but he didn't blame her. This clearly wasn't the partnership she had wanted. Perhaps she really would have enjoyed a saber more. He raised a hand to his nose, forming a seal, and letting his breath roll out. His breath burst out, and a thin mist began to form. One he vanished into. His form fading as the air warped his presence, and he was gone from the world, moving towards his master.
"Either way, you just poked the Master of that monstrous man outside. If he calls his servant, I am not going to be able to defeat him for you." Did he have to be so negative? What a show this was turning out to be. Already there had been a fight, and possibly two interruptions. If he hadn't been forced to move towards his master's location, he might have hunted down Saber's master during their retreat.

And his Snow Doll
- Hibiya Park Field, Chiyoda Ward
_____________________________________________________________________***@Cu Chulainn

Vladimir wasn't a weak mage by any extent. But even he realized that he was having to put far more effort into maintaining his Rider than he had planned for. His many magic circuits were all active, and while he wasn't wriggling like a cockroach, the damage sustained and all other matters like distance were putting him through the wringer. He'd have to start figuring out a way to ease the magical stress, be it from Rider's constant attack effort, or the use of multiple noble phantasms at once.
"Rider, return home. You've done enough for the night. If you still wish to fight though, I'd hate to have to resort to a command seal to heal you, but considering your injuries, it might be the only way." If he was in a position to laugh through the pain, he might have. Only he had the luck to summon a hero as reckless as Rider. Maybe he should request for Rider to drink a healing drought when they got home, so that the healing cost might be mitigated.
His fingers clutched his staff, and focused what he could on providing more magical energy for his servant. Hopefully enough for a quick run-away if it and mostly likely will be required.
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"Do not fret, Rider. You did splendid." Snegurochka said, as if it was obvious. Before the fight had even begun, she had made sure to move away from the fight. Now standing on the roof of a nearby building, to watch Rider's work more directly. "Your accomplishment tonight had made it clear that you are indeed the greatest hero in this war. One who's own strength has managed to knock aside the power of another servant with such ease."

She reached out a hand, as if allowing Rider to take it. "We should go now though. Lancer may not be down for long, and my Moroz may want to talk to you about the similar name of your... Punch. He might very well need to learn more about your life, for research, and to correct the history books."

Fate/『 』Märchen

Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria
_____________________________________________________________________***@KoL

From his distance, Assassin knew he would be reasonably safe from any projectiles that went wayward. Any beams, knocked aside swords, rubble, or in the very likely case, a Saber's broken body parts were well out of range. From his vantage point, nothing escaped Assassin's vision. The Saber was the first thing he really noticed. Her armor and dress were strange, but as he watched her, he found he just couldn't make any sense of her. She easily claimed to be a knight, but of what kind? One of the Paladins of Charlemagne, or the Knights of the Round Table? Those two groups where the most likely to be summoned under that container. But then again, even he could qualify as a Saber, so it wasn't the most restricted group, since anybody with a sword really qualified.

The man with the Hammer, who claimed to carry a hammer... Yep, that was a Berserker. Probably one of the rare ones that were sane enough to fight on their own accord, but still clearly insane. It was the attitude. Or perhaps that was just a thing for Kings? Either way, he was no Lancer, Archer, or Rider. A Rider usually had a mount. Kirigakure's attention drifted to both the masters and...

One of them looked away. Away from his servant. Oh. OH! OH NO!

Assassin turned his head, but even for a moment he had been looking upon Berserker. The distance took most of the force away from the presence, but even he could feel it. That was a pressure. An in human pressure that struck at the very core of an enemy. No doubt several familiars had been struck dead by the sheer weight of the man's presence, but Kirigakure could still feel it.
'Master, the Berserker has an aura of some sort.' Kirigakure said, transmitting it thoughts. 'He's a fearsome foe. The only such person I ever met with something like this... Well I'd likely have recognized him instantly if they were one in the same.' His eyes narrowed, as he dwelled on that man.

That man... Sanada Yukimura. The Last Hero of the Sengoku Period.
That fierce man in his red armor. Wielding a spear and riding upon his stallion. The great hero of his time. Kirigakure bowed before him, and knew no other lord of such power. The man he followed... And the man that the name Kirigakure Saizo died alongside. If Berserker was even half the man that Sanada was, this war might be difficult.

And his Snow Doll
- Hibiya Park Field, Chiyoda Ward
_____________________________________________________________________***@Cu Chulainn

She had flown multiple times in the past. But, Snegurochka had never flown on a horse. Rather, she had flown through the night sky with her master, held aloft by a magical sled that clambered through the night with magical bells to ward off evil. That evil was almost always Baba Yaga, her mortal enemy. But Rider was unlikely to be targeted by the witch, at least for now. So they were safe from evil curses. Maybe that was why she seemed to enjoy herself. Her snow-white hair trailing behind her, and her heavy coat billowing in the wind. But she didn't mind the cold. In fact, she adored that chilling cold air.

The stallion flew through the air, and slowly settled back down. The cold winter air was crisp, and she placed her feet down on the chilled ground. Only when Rider spoke, did she turn her attention away from the snow.

"Miledi, has Milord fitted you with some sort of way to draw attention to us?"

"Oh, of course." She said, and flashed a small smile. "My original Milord designed me to defend him against all enemies he may face. As such, something as simple as an attractive, silent flare is well within my power. Though, if you had asked earlier, Milord also possessed a chemical compound that could create bright lights."

She raised her hand, and ice began to gather around each of her fingers. Gathering and gathering, before... She sighed, and it fired off into the air like a rocket. Her hand missing for several seconds, before slowly reforming from the rest of her body. As for the ice, it sailed higher... And higher... Until it was over the treeline, and exploded. A silent flash of light as the moonbeams caught it just right. A glittering snow that drifted back down to earth, and touched the snow all around them.
"And please, do your best to win. My Moroz will be very happy to watch you work."

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Assassin

Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria
_____________________________________________________________________***@KoL

There was nothing an assassin was less sure of then bringing their master with them. While a knight class, or a Rider might be able to protect a master in danger, and assassin could not. They were not the defensive sort, and so many of them were loners. And while Kirigakure bit his lip, he knew he couldn't dissuade his summoner. She was a liability, and he couldn't guarantee her protection. It was probably the disadvantage of a class that existed to sneak around in the dark.

"Is is possible for you to create a proxy? Possibly something like a familiar?" It probably wasn't the best solution to be honest. He had to make sure she was protected somehow after all, and bringing her to his fights was simply out of the question. She'd be put at risk during his assassination attempts. "Perhaps, if you follow in a car or something, like a taxi, you can follow in a familiar, while staying well out of range of retaliation." It wasn't the most graceful, but it was a solution that could work.

Though, her map divination helped, so at least that was something. Perhaps this team up wasn't as hopeless as she might have felt to start. Either way, they had at least some plan. If she was danger, the taxi could drive off, and she could summon him to play distraction. More than within their limitations of teamwork.

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It was less than ten minutes that he was on the move. The ninja's feet barely touching the rooftops as he ran. His presence was gone, but he himself? Never. He was graceful in the dark. An invisible stain in the night, as if he simply didn't exist at times. Any servant's eyes would pass cleanly over him. He was spying now.

His single-mindness was a blessing in that regard. For none could escape his sight. From a distance, he could spy upon a man who seemed to tower over all others. Berserker perhaps? And another was a clear knight of some kind. Saber? Either way, he watched, and with bated breath hoped that either would reveal their nature to him. Or in the best case... Leave their masters unguarded. He could very well remove two pieces from play before the night was over.

"Well, I hope they put up good fights." He mumbled, mostly under his breath. His next words directed at his master.
"Two servants and their masters, are at the Tokyo Tower. The fact that neither has been attacked yet suggests heavily that the Archer Class servant has not made his base there... Yet. An archer would be more than a little protective of their perch."
It wasn't the world's most complex analysis. But considering he didn't see anybody with a bow when he looked at the top of the tower, that did help his case. "Do you want me to stay and watch, or move on?"

Fate/『 』Märchen

Assassin

Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria
_____________________________________________________________________***@KoL
Assassin was silent as his master questioned just how she'd summoned an assassin. Odds were he might have been the last to be summoned, or maybe she just didn't have the personality for a knight of the sword. In truth, one of his side classes was that of Saber, and Archer. Though there was a preference for a class tied more to his actions as a ninja. Something he was more famous for, and could rely on more frequently. Or perhaps he did qualify for a lancer too? There was a time he tried to impale somebody through the floorboards with a spear. That could qualify, even if he preferred to forget such an incident.

"Perhaps it is best those coins were there." He said, as if that made everything better. "The sword is not nearly as old as it looks. The handle and cloth is period appropriate, but..." He took the sword, and pulled it easily from the sheathe. "This is clearly forged using modern tools, rather than the traditional methods. A forgery for the naked eye, but something that was never used by a real warrior. As a catalyst, it's nearly useless in summoning any specific servant."

"But, forgive me for speaking out of turn." He said, lowering his head a little. "I promise, that despite my shady reputation, I am more than a mere ninja with a talent for murder. I am more than worthy of fighting any foe you seek to battle. Even if my methods are... Rather scandalous to a degree. My results are nothing to scoff at."

With that said, he eventually stood, towering over his master. Only then could she finally see his face. He was... Shockingly beautiful. In a stoic kind of way. As if his moody angst was the inspiration for every anime character ever. And he probably was.

Then, she gave him a name. It wasn't he one he was known by... But he didn't see a reason it shouldn't be. "Emon... That is a good name. I don't see why it shouldn't be my name." He brushed a finger against his chin, as if pondering it just a bit more. "Very well, I Emon shall leave soon to start scouting. with luck, I shall have all the other masters found by morning."

Vladimir Moroz

And his Snow Doll
- Bunkyō Ward
_____________________________________________________________________***@Cu Chulainn

Impressive. No, that was too simple a word. So many things could be impressive. This was EXTRAVAGANT! A true spectacle of power merely in presence alone! And not subtle at all. That was probably the only complaint Vladimir could decide upon, as he tended to work in subtle, rather than flamboyant abandonment. But, he could work with this in some way, he was sure of it. Might be a bit of an upward struggle with conflicting methods, but...

"Ah, I am truly blessed!" Vladimir said, as if the destruction of a small portion of his workshop was acceptable if it meant he could take on a servant like this. One of only eight, and that alone added to the tension. Had he summoned the greatest hero in all the lands, or had he summoned the weakest of the bunch. Considering this was Ilya Muromets, it seemed it might be the former. "With you leading my charge, I have the strength of my homeland right her in Tokyo! I'd brag about my summon, but that just seems like a bad idea."

He took a step back, and bowed back to his servant. "Well, Ilya, I am Vladimir Moroz. Latest in the line of the Moroz family, descended from the great Ded Moroz. I hope I can manage to live up to the reputation my family must have had, even in your time." Rising though, he looked at the damage, and nodded. "There is no need for you to do such, you have a war to prepare for. My assistant is more than equipped for such labors."

As if that was a cue, the pale woman nodded, and began to pick up the papers. Slowly... Realizing that might look bad, there was a slight spark of Vladimir's magical circuits, and the girl reacted positively. So positively... That she seemed to speed through the room. Her limbs stretching out, and her legs becoming a blur of motion. As if she was a liquid, merely slipping through the air and catching on the breeze. Within a second, all the broken beakers can been disposed off, and the papers returned in proper order. That should impress, maybe.

"Oh yes, I haven't introduced her yet. Ilya, meet Snegurochka. Snegurochka, meet Ilya. I hope you two get along well together."

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Vladimir Moroz

And his Snow Doll
- Bunkyō Ward
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"I realize that I've never been subtle, or simple in my desire to give you a heart that can love... But do you think I'm going to far this time?"

It wasn't often he questioned himself like this. But here Vladimir Moroz was, standing in front of a summoning circle. He had gone through quite the trouble making his workshop here in japan, but even in a simple form it was quite the looker. Numerous alchemical tubes sat on shelves, and books lay open on tables. If one was to describe it in detail it would be like trying to explain magic to somebody who didn't understand it. Pointless, and with little value. The only thing of note besides the Russian mage was the pale woman standing by one of the numerous tables. Her skin like snow, and her eyes an icy blue. Her silver hair rolling down to her her shoulders, and her lips just as pale a blue. If not for the heavy fur coat she wore, one might have mistaken her for being cold.

She said nothing, but the mage had to laugh, and shook his head. His laughter echoed through the room, and bouncing off the well lit candlelight. "Of course I'm doing this for a good reason, so of course it's fine." He said, as if that was the simplest answer. His fingers flipped through the pages of a nearby book, and he was pleased to see that his circle was as flawless as possible. "My dear, once we win, I shall have the knowledge to make you and your sisters finally whole." He said, and looked to his snowbound dear. She didn't respond, expect for a slight nod to let him know she heard.

Whole... As in able to feel the most human of emotions. Love. Something the original snow doll had, but none of the copies did. Sure, they didn't have it for a reason, but once he knew how to do it, he could find a way to avoid the messy after-affect.

This is why he left his homeland to go to Tokyo. To participate in a Grail War, and to take part in a ritual of this caliber. A wish that would push him just a bit further in his work. And to that end, he had acquired a relic from the past, and brought it here to be his catalyst. The tip of a broken sword, which to the untrained eye would have no value. But with his wisdom, he knew exactly what he had in his possession. A shard of a broken blade, once wielded by a hero.

A hero he would summon.

"Fill... Fill up your cup." He began, as magic coursed through him. "Fill up your cup, and then let it spill. Fill and then spill. Fill, and never be satisfied." What kind of hero was he hoping to summon with such an ominous incantation.

"Let your cup fill and fill, and with each drop that strikes the earth know that you are giving your life.
Fill your cup and let life blood flow into the earth, as you protect it with each breath.
Let the earth return that blood, and fill your cup again.
Fill up. Fill up. Fill up. Fill up. Fill up.
Let the cycle continue with each breath.
FILL! FILL! FILL!"

The circle crackled with energy, as if it was pulling a hero from the world itself. And perhaps that was the desire. A hero who would continue fighting no matter what. Who would fill his cup, and never be fulfilled. A man of desire, of passion. Who drew strength from the very nature of the world.

"Answer my calling. Answer my prayer. Answer the summoning and never beware!"

The air filled with pressure, as soon... A spirit was forming before him. Filling his heart with glee.

"Step one... Complete."

Assassin

Servant of Alexa Cellesis Jupteria
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You don't have many friends, do you Saizo?
What do you mean by that?

The grail ritual had a preference for heroes of Europe. So why was it calling for him? Why was it allowing him to step forth into the light, to be summoned. Perhaps it was the relic. Perhaps it was... No, it wasn't time to think of that. There was a reason, but it wasn't one he needed to tell now.

So... He answered the call.

As the light from the ritual faded, there stood a man in the center of the circle. First order of business, he looked around the room. It was traditional, and he almost felt bad for anything that might have been knocked over during the summoning. And then, there was his master. She certainly stood out, with that red hair, and those rosey cheeks. Was she the sort to summon a man like him, who cut down warlords? The summoning system was strange.

He fell to a knee, head bowing in submission. "Greetings, Master. I am of the Assassin Class." He said, as if that was all he needed to say. "Name your targets, and as the second in command of the Sanada Ten Braves, I shall slay them for you."

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@Sakaki Chizuru Pretty much. I expect most of the students will know him either by reputation, or took one of his classes.

@Idol Theory Thanks. He's a lot of fun, but I haven't got to use him much.