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<Snipped quote by Flamelord>
The problem with that command is that Roland will be able to walk away without any consequences.
At this moment, the most profitable command for Tatsunoko (and something he would think of tbh) would be to force his servant to kill himself.
Roland obviously doesn't care about consequences. As for profitable...no servant, ridiculously small chance at fighting, no chance at the Grail, no wish. A resentful servant is still better than a Snowball's chance in hell.
Though with Gilgamesh watching, that won't just... happen you know.
I wouldn't be so sure.
@Ploxerdon
He's literally throwing away his chance at the Grail. He could have commanded Roland to obey his commands. Thus he would have saved himself a lot of trouble.
And he has one left regardless. One option just leaves him with a servant.
He's literally throwing away his chance at the Grail. He could have commanded Roland to obey his commands. Thus he would have saved himself a lot of trouble.
And he has one left regardless. One option just leaves him with a servant.
Welp, technically the War hasn't even started yet and we're already headed towards our first fatality. Fun.
Oh, and waiting on @Arisphadrel to post
All Tatsunoko has to do is think. INSTEAD he's reveling in power.
Servant
"Only cowards fear death. You seek to hurt me. To tear down my faith.Your words are the meaningless challenges of a scared boy. You are afraid, you feel abandoned, you feel weak. so you lash out. You revel in power. You are a frightened child, grasping at whatever you can to reassure yourself." Roland replied, facing Tatsunoko. There wasn't any hatred or anger in his voice, merely pity. Before the heretic had anytime to say anything, Roland was on him. His sword lashing out again to kill the heretic, the murderer, the frightened boy. It was a straight thrust, past the outstretched arm. Roland didn't want him to suffer, after all. If Tatsunoko chose to dodge, Roland would stay with him and continue attempting to kill him. If Tatsunoko paused, the sword would go through his body and kill him.
Master
"I suppose you're right." Corbet sighed, running a hand through his hair. He cast his servant an amused glance as the toothpick broke. Idly, he handed Rider another toothpick from inside of his jacket. "Don't worry. It's clean." He said, somewhat absently. It is the Grail War. Time to start acting like it. Corbet reached inside his jacket once more and, hiding his hands underneath the table, began tearing a piece of paper up. Over and over again he tore the paper until it was just a bunch of tiny scraps. Hiding the remains in his right hand, his left going back on the table, he concentrated. There as a small, muted, flash of light from his right hand, and then he opened it up. "Go. Mark them all." He whispered, sending the various pieces of paper across the room. They attempted to discreetly land on their targets (The opposing Masters and Servants), by going along the bottom of the table and attaching to their shoes. Once at their targets they would mesh with the shoe, thus giving Corbet a constant knowledge of where his opponents were at all times.
"Let the games begin." He said quietly to Rider, with a small smirk.
"Only cowards fear death. You seek to hurt me. To tear down my faith.Your words are the meaningless challenges of a scared boy. You are afraid, you feel abandoned, you feel weak. so you lash out. You revel in power. You are a frightened child, grasping at whatever you can to reassure yourself." Roland replied, facing Tatsunoko. There wasn't any hatred or anger in his voice, merely pity. Before the heretic had anytime to say anything, Roland was on him. His sword lashing out again to kill the heretic, the murderer, the frightened boy. It was a straight thrust, past the outstretched arm. Roland didn't want him to suffer, after all. If Tatsunoko chose to dodge, Roland would stay with him and continue attempting to kill him. If Tatsunoko paused, the sword would go through his body and kill him.
Master
"I suppose you're right." Corbet sighed, running a hand through his hair. He cast his servant an amused glance as the toothpick broke. Idly, he handed Rider another toothpick from inside of his jacket. "Don't worry. It's clean." He said, somewhat absently. It is the Grail War. Time to start acting like it. Corbet reached inside his jacket once more and, hiding his hands underneath the table, began tearing a piece of paper up. Over and over again he tore the paper until it was just a bunch of tiny scraps. Hiding the remains in his right hand, his left going back on the table, he concentrated. There as a small, muted, flash of light from his right hand, and then he opened it up. "Go. Mark them all." He whispered, sending the various pieces of paper across the room. They attempted to discreetly land on their targets (The opposing Masters and Servants), by going along the bottom of the table and attaching to their shoes. Once at their targets they would mesh with the shoe, thus giving Corbet a constant knowledge of where his opponents were at all times.
"Let the games begin." He said quietly to Rider, with a small smirk.
So, what's going on?
RL: Nothing much.
RP: Alaira has fallen for Althalus' woos and is now proclaiming her love and desire for marriage.
@Freeshooter92
Servant
Roland's blade stopped a hairsbreadth away from Tatsunoko's neck whipping around as he was compelled to obey the Command Seal. He didn't notice Gilgamesh's portals, nor did he hear the King of Kings proclamation. Rage at the deaths of the innocents still going unavenged burned through him. He placed his left hand on the table his sword slicing through his thumb and straight through the table like a hot knife through butter. Pain ripped through his hand, but Roland didn't care. He had felt wounds before, and he'd likely feel the again. Evil this vile shouldn't be allowed to live, however. "The Emperor would have never let things grow this desperate, that filth like you wields such power. Charlemagne would have had you drawn and quartered for your crimes." Venom infused his words. "' Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.'" He recited, his sword slicing back up in an arc, intent upon cutting Tatsunoko from groin to shoulder.
Master
Corbet shifted his seat a bit back as Gilgamesh began to get involved, hands going to his coat's inner pockets. His eyes spotted Viona opening a seat for the servant in distress. "On the bright side, if things start getting ugly we'll both get to see everyone's abilities, won't we?" He smiled nervously at Rider. His hands started moving in a clear predetermined set motions, combining and crafting things together to fight where he himself couldn't. A small bird flew from his coat to Viona a small message being left for the girl. "Nice to see someone cares. Best of luck to you."
Roland's blade stopped a hairsbreadth away from Tatsunoko's neck whipping around as he was compelled to obey the Command Seal. He didn't notice Gilgamesh's portals, nor did he hear the King of Kings proclamation. Rage at the deaths of the innocents still going unavenged burned through him. He placed his left hand on the table his sword slicing through his thumb and straight through the table like a hot knife through butter. Pain ripped through his hand, but Roland didn't care. He had felt wounds before, and he'd likely feel the again. Evil this vile shouldn't be allowed to live, however. "The Emperor would have never let things grow this desperate, that filth like you wields such power. Charlemagne would have had you drawn and quartered for your crimes." Venom infused his words. "' Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.'" He recited, his sword slicing back up in an arc, intent upon cutting Tatsunoko from groin to shoulder.
Master
Corbet shifted his seat a bit back as Gilgamesh began to get involved, hands going to his coat's inner pockets. His eyes spotted Viona opening a seat for the servant in distress. "On the bright side, if things start getting ugly we'll both get to see everyone's abilities, won't we?" He smiled nervously at Rider. His hands started moving in a clear predetermined set motions, combining and crafting things together to fight where he himself couldn't. A small bird flew from his coat to Viona a small message being left for the girl. "Nice to see someone cares. Best of luck to you."
Althalus
"And you've never lost control?" The assassin reminded her gently. "We've all made our mistakes, Alaira. Put too much trust in something, thought we could maintain our cool, the list goes on. I thought I could protect Mar and Lyn from all the threats going against them. I can't. Everything that has nearly gotten them has brushed past me without a second thought. Xyden, the Demon you killed, her exact copy, the list goes on. You've forgiven me for my mistakes, so why not his?"
He gestured towards her stomach. "Your scars aren't battle scars, true. But they're scars to be proud of. You didn't earn them slaying some beast, fighting a champion of some army, or conquering some city. You earned them protecting the lives I couldn't. You preserved rather than destroyed. As for your face..." He gave a small shrug. "I don't think they grafted someone's face onto your own. After all, if they had a face they doubtlessly had a stomach too. They would have grafted someone's stomach onto yours too. You were simply lucky enough that they managed to repair the damage done to your face before it was so bad they couldn't."
"Wait here." He ducked back into the room, checking on Mar. A few moments later, he came back out fully dressed. "Mar's asleep. We're gonna let her rest and head into the Fair. We both could use a day off."
"And you've never lost control?" The assassin reminded her gently. "We've all made our mistakes, Alaira. Put too much trust in something, thought we could maintain our cool, the list goes on. I thought I could protect Mar and Lyn from all the threats going against them. I can't. Everything that has nearly gotten them has brushed past me without a second thought. Xyden, the Demon you killed, her exact copy, the list goes on. You've forgiven me for my mistakes, so why not his?"
He gestured towards her stomach. "Your scars aren't battle scars, true. But they're scars to be proud of. You didn't earn them slaying some beast, fighting a champion of some army, or conquering some city. You earned them protecting the lives I couldn't. You preserved rather than destroyed. As for your face..." He gave a small shrug. "I don't think they grafted someone's face onto your own. After all, if they had a face they doubtlessly had a stomach too. They would have grafted someone's stomach onto yours too. You were simply lucky enough that they managed to repair the damage done to your face before it was so bad they couldn't."
"Wait here." He ducked back into the room, checking on Mar. A few moments later, he came back out fully dressed. "Mar's asleep. We're gonna let her rest and head into the Fair. We both could use a day off."
Knowing Tat's military background... yeah, trying to hit him would be funny :P
Background he rarely showed up for. XD
Voira smirked at the human. "Lets see. We have a bruised lung, a broken rib, a cracked rib, a shot hand, a shot shoulder, we're coughing up blood, and we have blood loss we think. All in a days work of suddenly being ambushed and then fighting for our lives in a ship we were supposed to be welcome in. If we missed anything, it's because they're such small injuries that they're not even worth mentioning." Voira's head snapped over to see Raa, the foolish girl, approaching the Turian and trying to calm him down. In a second Voira had her pistol up again and was aiming at clearly berserk cabalist. "Raa! He'll snap out of it or one of his teammates will. Get away from him." More quietly, she spoke to the human carrying her. "If the bastard so much as looks at her wrong, we're putting a bullet through his head." Fortunately for all parties involved, someone got ahold of him before Raa did something stupid and she had to start shooting. Something told her that the rest of the Cabal would not have appreciated that.
"We here you, you whiny piece of scrap! Give us a break!" Voira gestured emphatically at Raa, sighing in relief when the Quarian obeyed and headed towards the shuttle. "When we get aboard, we're going to drink as much Ryncol as we have left, pass out, and deal with all this shit when we wake up. Good plan? Good plan."
"We here you, you whiny piece of scrap! Give us a break!" Voira gestured emphatically at Raa, sighing in relief when the Quarian obeyed and headed towards the shuttle. "When we get aboard, we're going to drink as much Ryncol as we have left, pass out, and deal with all this shit when we wake up. Good plan? Good plan."
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