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Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

Servant

Roland's eyes hardened. It was clear now that he had been summoned by a sinner of unknown evil and vileness. A boy at that. What has the world become, that such wickedness is in a boy so young. "No, you stupid child. The circle does not require the sacrifice of innocents. You have summoned me, and you have left me with no choice." He drew his sword, raising it above him. "'A wicked man walketh with a forward mouth. Therefore shall his calamity come suddenly; suddenly shall he be broken without remedy.'" He swung his blade down with his full strength and speed, fully intending upon murdering his master. A scene was exactly what he was looking for, to show the others here that no sinner could withstand the might of his blade. He would have a short time to find someone of the master's here who wasn't a vile sinner. But first he had to kill this abomination, this murderer.

Master

Corbet chuckled at his servant, finding it amusing that he was the one being told to sat down. "Caution will help us both win this battle, I suspect." He sat down, glancing at all the gathered people. "Quite the variety of Masters and servants. More than what had been in previous years." He glanced over at hearing someone quoting bible verses, only to see a very large servant trying to kill his master. "That's...unusual." Ah well. If he died, that was one less Master to deal with. If he forced his servant to stop, that would be one less command seal that the master wielded. "Nice to see that some competition is already being dealt with. So, lets get on with introductions then, shall we? I'm Corbet. French Mage. My servant is Rider. We're here to win the Grail, our wishes, and hopefully not die in the process. A pleasure to met you all."

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Btw, decided to make Tatsunoko an asshole because of reasons, enjoy :D

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@Rtron
I need to know what hand Roland wears his sword in due to reasons.

@Ploxerdon

It's on his left him and he wields it with his right hand. No Shield.

Over

Maeve

"Tú mac soith!" Maeve screamed as she clawed her way out of the rubble that had once been the armory. Luckily for everyone inside, they had all been in the prototype suits by the time everything exploded. Still, it didn't make the Celtic woman any less angry. She threw the rubble out of the way, glaring in the direction of the vile and Julie. "Beidh mé cuimilt tú géag ó limb agus cead bliain do chroí síos do scornach! Beidh tú bás!" She raged, pulling out one of her knives. Her shotgun had been lost in the explosion and the only reason she had her plasma knives was because they had been strapped to her armor. She was sure Kiara and the others were alive as she had seen them all following behind her. It was a secondary concern if anyone was uninjured, as all she had left to do now was completely annihilate the Vile. She pulled her third knife from her armor and slung it at the Vile as soon as she was within range, quickly grabbing her other knife that she had. Brandishing two knives, she waited for the Vile or someone else to attack first. She was furious, but she wasn't stupid. There was no way she could take a Vile head on, and she didn't plan on it.

Kiara

Kiara followed the screaming Celtic woman, dragging her sniper rifle behind her. She didn't know what Maeve was shouting, but it didn't take a linguist to figure out that she was very, very, angry. "Don't do anything stupid." She muttered under her breath, getting a short distance away from the ruins of the bunker. She could only hope that the others had evacuated the Island like she ordered. Otherwise there were a lot more deaths than she would like to have on her hands. She turned around, bracing her sniper with shadow magic and aimed down at the Vile. "Die." She fired her rifle, sending the explosive round at the vile. Shadows leapt from the ground, guiding and throwing the bullet along.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

No problem! I'll try to get a post up tonight, but it's more likely it'll be up late tomorrow.

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

Servant

From the cloud of smoke, a man stepped forward. His sword was sheathed, and on his opposite hip an ivory horn sat, ready to be blown. He towered over the sniper, his cold blue eyes staring at Tatsunoko. "So you are the one who summoned me." A grimace came over his face. "I have two barbarian languages in my mind I did not have before. That is an insult enough. But you have also drawn me from my companions in their greatest time of need. That makes it worse. However, the cause you have brought me here for is worthy enough of a cause that I will forgive your arrogance in assuming you have me at your beck and call. I am Roland, Champion of God and first Paladin of Emperor Charlemagne. I am here to serve whoever I deem worthy enough of my servitude." He looked around, spotting the various bodies that lay in the park. His hand tightened about his swords hilt for a moment, looking upon the dead innocents, and then he returned his gaze to Tatsunoko. "Boy. Who killed these people?" He took a step closer, aggressively invading the personal space of his so called 'master'. Bending down he met Tatsunoko's eyes. "I won't ask again."

The glowing light caused him alarm for the briefest of moments but from what the man, Gilgamesh, said there wouldn't be any fighting yet. He gave all his opponents the briefest glances, and then returned his attention and look to the one who summoned him. He would have his answer, one way or another.

Master

Corbet gave a soft chuckle, looking over his spirit. He took it all in. The messy hair, the worn aviator's jacket, the boots. We can't be more differently dressed if we tried. He thought idly before responding to his spirit. "I am the one who summoned you here. Impressive or not, I'm the one you have to work with." He took a step closer and extended his hand, smiling up at the man. "I'm Corbet..." He paused, then shook his head. "My last name doesn't matter. A pleasure to be working with you...?"

Before he could get his answer, their venue changed. Corbet glanced around in alarm, it only growing as he noticed there were far more Heroic spirits there than there should have been. He merely sighed as Gilgamesh spoke, glancing to his spirit. "There are more spirits here than there should be. And I do not doubt that our 'host' has many other things planned beyond this new little twist. Be on your guard." He grinned up at the man. "But in the meantime, lets enjoy the feast shall we? Can't have anything better than a paid for dinner from the King of Kings."

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Victory is ours. OURS!

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

@Rtron
How's that believing working out right now? :P

@Cinderella Man

Well. If you could PM me the servant CS we'll see how hard of a hit his belief takes. :D

Fate/Stay Night: Grail of Chaos

I hope Corbet is a fan of disappointment and shame! .w. @Rtron

@Cinderella Man

No. CORBET BEELIEEEEEVES!

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@Cinderella Man CORBET CHOOSES YOU!

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The clearing was quiet, dark under the shadow of Gilgamesh's castle's shadow. Corbet suspected that Gilgamesh's presence had long since driven out anything with a strong self survival instinct. What does that make me? The Frenchmen thought with a chuckle. The voice echoed out from the castle, it's almost incomprhensible words breaking the Frenchmen from his reverie.

Corbet breathed a deep sigh of relief as he finished examined his summoning circle. Nothing was wrong, except for the lack of summoning item to focus his demand, of course. He didn't like this random drawing into the abyss of time and power, hoping that he would get a powerful enough servant that he could win this new and twisted Holy Grail War. But, what could he do? There wasn't any time to grab a proper focus for his summoning, nor did he have the money to do so. It required more influence then he had to even think about buying a focus to summon a specific spirit. A coin appeared from his suit and he walked it along his knuckles as he walked around, idly reexamining the summoning circle. "Silver and iron in the origins. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the conerstone...." He continued muttering to himself until he was back where he started. "Nothing left to do." He muttered to himself, a slight nervous smile crossing his face. His coin disappeared back into his coat jacket. He reached out with one hand, gathering his mana filling the summoning circle with the necessary power. His eyes seemed to glow with his power and he spoke out.

"Guerrier de longues périodes passées, je annoncer ma demande.

Votre auto est sous moi, mon sort est dans votre épée.

Conformément à l'approche de la Saint-Graal, si vous respectez ce sentiment, cette raison , puis répondre.

Voici mon serment. Je suis celui qui devient tout le bien du monde des morts, je suis celui qui énonce tout le mal du monde des morts.

Vous , sept cieux vêtus de trois mots de pouvoir, arrivez de l'anneau de la dissuasion, ô gardien de l'équilibre!

Smoke and sparks of fire rose from the summoning circle, making it impossible for him to see who he had plucked from their own timeline and forced to serve him in a fight to the death against other servants and Masters.