Scallop

Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

Aw Rats

Swarm's Always Spreading, Consuming, Thriving

Magus Profile __________________________________________________________ Full-Name: Aslaug Vindholm Aliases: Vermin Princess, Master of the Swarm, Rat Girl Gender: Female Age: 24 Heritage Crest: 600 Years Family: Vindholm Species: Human Specialties: Animal Handling, Enchantment Character Objectives: To grow her swarm of vermin even further and consume all those who condem Vermin

Regend __________________________________________________________ Country: Norway Nationality: Norwegian Affiliations: N/A Rank: Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Explain here Aslaug has no need for the normal rules of the world, all she focusses on is herself and her swarm of vermin, she's not a detriment on anyone, but when it comes down to anyone else or herself, she will do whatever she can to benefit herself and her swarm, after all, she's only loyal to them.

Stats __________________________________________________________ Magic Circuit Switch: The Sound of Scratching Number of Magic Circuits: A Quality of Magic Circuits: B Mana: B Elemental Affinity: Earth Origin: Infestation

Abilities __________________________________________________________ General Magecraft Aslaug shunned general learnings for quite some time but has a pretty basic understanding of it all, even though she herself practices it rarely as she finds it all rather unnecessary. Aside from the basics she's quite well versed in energy transference, healing magics and minor enchantments Personal Magecraft The Swarm, the specialty of Aslaug and a tradition passed down throughout her family. Her own magic is focussed upon controlling masses of vermin, able to enchant and charm those lesser mammals to carry out her bidding, as well as to reproduce and scatter themselves. This family magecraft is focussed on using her magic to help spread the crop destruction power of vermin, but for her it serves the purpose of the mighty aswarm to expand its ranks. She also is able to cast some spells through her vermin that are enchanted by her magecraft, overflowing them with mana to turn them into small bombs or even using them to create boundary fields. Her usual choice of vermin is usually, but not limited to, rats, weasels, ferrets, opossums, foxes and raccoons, the larger the animal the harder they are to control and operate with. Alchemy of body enhancing drugs is also something she's quite trained in, though she isn't as skilled as she is with her "Swarm Magecraft" her alchemy is special in that she focusses on making vermin especially stronger and agile, as well as concocting potions that can cloud the judgment of those that drink it, although she doesn't like using her potions for the likes of humans, she will if the need calls for it. She also indulges in creating potions that can give someone animalistic senses and traits that could turn one feral and slightly stronger, but only serving for her to quell lowly humans that dare disrespect the mighty vermin. Mystic Codes Freya's Face - An Amulet that has been passed down since what many believe to be the first head of the Vindholm family, this amulet is said to be imbued with a blessing from the Goddess of Fertility herself and was seemingly a gift to the founder of the family, Briggite Vindholm. This amulet not only allows Aslaug to increase the fertility of the vermin she calls upon, but also allows her to accelerate the incubation and growth of the vermin, of course if she doesn't disable it the swarm will grow old and develop too quickly, but the virility of their ranks would never die down. Abomination Membrane - Forbidden from most of the family, only Aslaug was able to get her hands on it, a great mass of what appears to only be flesh and muscle but really the Abomination Membrane's power lays within its ability to affect others. Taking a small piece of the membrane and inserting it into another vermin with the use of her medical equipment, Aslaug can shift the shape and body of the vermin, creating winged rats and large bulky raccoons, although she cannot create that many at a time if she really focussed mana into the membrane, as a last-ditch effort she can use it to consume a bunch of vermin into it's mass, creating an unholy abomination of a creature that would rival that of a Monstrous Creature.

Personality

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Although she has a lot to live up to, and she appears put together and composed, the truth is that Aslaug's perception of the world is slightly skewed. Putting up with humans is easy but being sincere and nice to one of her peers that look down upon vermin will immediately make her sour and dramatic towards the, as she loves to lecture people on the ways humans look down upon vermin and how vermin are adorable and will outlast humanity. Always obsessing over survival, Aslaug is obsessed with weird tasting foods always searching out a new delicacy to share with not only herself but her vermin as well, she would never call them pets. In her eyes, she and the vermin have a mutual symbiotic bond, one that dictates that if she helps them they will, in turn, be loyal to her forever, something that is simply not true but she is sure that one day she will find herself the chosen one of the vermin, also not true.

Shiny objects are also, something she adores and collects, knowing that the Swarm will likely also enjoy it.

Background

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600 years ago, when they were founded, the Vindholm family practiced magic for one goa, animal husbandry, and healing, embracing alchemy to find potions to keep them alive during harsh winters. Their magic was quite impressive and made many others jealous of their prowess at handling their farms for so many years without ever a bad season with their cattle and crops, using their magic to soften and fertilize the soil was also one of their old traditions. Their magecraft was all used in the service of their Goddess Freya, the Norse god of Fertility. The Vindholm's served her in hopes of increasing their crop and cattle output which it did for many years.

It was only 400 years ago that the magecraft took a turn and much more vermin-specific traits and traditions began to show. Another family of Magus, the Halvosens, began ruling the markets that they were always selling at, soon beginning to experience the first bad harvest in 200 years. The Vindholm's swore revenge on the opposing family and any others who were outselling them at the market and forcing them into near poverty, so the heir at the time brought them into a new era, The Vermin Era. The original intention of breeding and creating vermin were not to serve them and their expansion, but rather to use them to destroy crops of opposing families. This tradition, as well as their farming methods, were passed down for generations, however, the idea of a Vermin Deity that oversaw the Vindholm's was commented in the family's history even though no such deity existed. This idea of a deity was eventually what led towards the corruption of the modern heir, Aslaug Vindholm.

Named such for the family's hope of once again receiving Freya's blessing, Freya's mother hailed from the Vindholm's whilst her father came from a powerful Alchemy family from Germany, their union was political and for a powerful heir, but in the end, the two began to love each other and raised Aslaug in a household of love and attention. Young Aslaug was an impressive young magus and her parents knew she had to learn all the tricks of the trade, their mistake was teaching her the vermin control technique so early. The 8-year-old was obsessed with the cute little fluffy animals and never focussed on actually breeding cattle or how good soil could be and what a good harvest could bring. Her grandparents decided that the best way to rid her of such delusions was to tell her horror stories of the Great vermin Deity that would see her as fuel for the Swarm.

As it turned out, that technique backfired.

Aslaug became obsessed with pleasing such a vermin deity, believing that a union between it and Freya would bring a Golden Age of Union between people and vermin. Her parents reluctantly indulged such delusions, knowing that having such a promising heir go AWOL would not look good to the Vindholm name. So she grew up and attended the Clocktower, before returning to the Norwegian homestead, finding new ways to increase her craft, one the family finally began to support, realizing just how good it would be when used against opposing magus families.

So when the opportunity to bring a New Age of the Swarm came about in the form of the Grail War, Aslaug packed her things, got together a small group of vermin, two raccoons, two opossums, 10 rats, and set out.

Miscellaneous

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Aslaug's command seal is three rough broken shards, all jagged and breaking off from the center of the back of her hand.

Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

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Fate Grand/Order, Epic of Remnant: Broken Boundary, Pseudo-Singularity - Fuyuki, Top/Brass Grail War

Bring Down The House

Berserker



Getting Your Hands Dirty Is The Way Of A Judge

Servant Profile __________________________________________________________ True-Name: Samson Aliases: The Final Judge, God's Wrath Gender: Male Attribute: Earth Legend Era:Age of Man Alignment: Chaotic Good Qualified Classes:Berserker Character Objectives: To die a more honourable Death and rid the world of Philistines.

Regend __________________________________________________________ Type: Legend Source: Hebrew Bible Region: Israel Weapon: Jawbone, His Hands Appearance: Explain here A hulking man standing at 7 feet, the bible regards him as having shoulders so wide that he could rival the thickest tree but this is not quite the case. Whilst his shoulders are remarkably broad, they are only strong enough to carry the thickest trees. Besides his size and rippling muscles, his most notable feature is his hair long and red in shade, the majestic mane always appears silky and luscious, despite never having been cut (does not have horns like in picture).

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Stats __________________________________________________________ Endurance: A Strength: A+ Agility: B Mana: C Luck: B NP: A

Abilities __________________________________________________________ Class Skills Mad Enhancement EX : Summoned in the Berserker class, Samson has the skill mad enhancement, which heightens his parameters and makes him much more durable, however this, in turn, warps his mind to the point where Samson can see no other goal than to punish the wicked and slaughter the Philistines, convincing him that someone isn't a Philistine, however, would be a tough task, as his mindset is warped in the guilty till proven innocent mindset. He also speaks in strange often cut off sentences, sometimes missing words in his excitement to commune with others or slaughter the enemies of Israel. Personal Skills Battle Continuation EX - Can continue fighting even with wounds that place them on the verge of death. An ability representing the strong will to stay alive on the battlefield. Samson gains this skill because of the fact that no attack ever dealt wounds to him on the battlefield, even when he went against 2000 men alone, no wound ever brought him to his knees thanks to the divine endurance god gifted him. However, if faced with an NP of Anti-Fortress or Stronger, this skill will be mute. Additionally, if Locks of Samson is destroyed, this lowers to D rank. Samson's Divine Power A - Promised by an Angel, a sworn Nazarite, Samson inherited God's Divine Power, something that he only receives as long as his hair is never shaven, Samson's Locks being his source of divine power and with this it allows Samson to never die unless his hair is shaved/destroyed. This skill allows Samson to use his powers as free as he wants, but should his hair be destroyed, his Strength And Endurance both drop to C. Jacob's Limbs A - The ancient method hand-to-hand combat inherited from Jacob himself, here this skill works differently. It was said mastering this martial art could lead one to overpower an archangel, however Samson never truly mastered this martial art, his Divine source of power gave it to him making it quite raw and whilst not truly refined, Samson's body unconsciously acts upon itself to use the martial art to grapple and take down enemies Enemy of the Philistines B - Samson's legend was that of destruction and clashing with the group called the Philistines, Samson is one to unify with them but also destroy many Philistines. His execution and death also took place in a Mesopotamian temple of Dagon, because of this he gets this skill to denote his relationship with the Mesopotamians and any others who do not believe in god. Because of this, Samson can sense when someone who is Divine but not to his religion is around him and allows him to get the advantage on the attack with a slight speed boost. This skill also has a downside, if anyone with Mesopatamiam origins encounters Samson, he has no other option but to attack on sight, a downside of the Berserker class. Noble Phantasm What are they? God's Divine Smite Title: Samson, the Weapon of God Type:Anti-Unit (self) Rank: A+ Range:1 Maximum number of targets: 1 Description: The source of all his powers. God. God's infamy for smiting in the Book of Old was one tat many feared and those who defied god would suffer God's Divine Smite. Samson was arguably one of God's Tools for smiting those who defied God and anyone who worshipped False idols were dealt with by Samson. Because of this, and his connection with God's Divine Power, Samson inherits aspects of God's Smites, allowing him to switch between what form of smiting he wishes to use in a particular situation, switching between styles costs mana, but the actual form doesn't take such a cost as Samson at base value is just one of the forms of God's Smite. Plague of Locusts: This form of Smite allows Samson to change physically, as well as making him much more agile and reflexive, as well as bestowing onto him a pair of large Locust-like Wings that allows him to fly, as well as the ability to summon small groups of Locusts, however, this form lowers his Strength and Endurance whilst increasing his Agility. Whale of the Floods: The great impenetrable Whale of Jonah, he who captured a man and forced him to rethink his decisions, this also denotes the great flood of God that changed the world for the better whilst showcasing God's Power. This form allows Samson to become sturdy and impenetrable whilst also allowing him to summon water around him, creating water like barriers as well as just naturally summoning water around him. This form raises his endurance to denote God's Whale, but lowers his strength and more dramatically giving him D Agility. Smite of the Burning: Denoting God's ability to cause droughts on those who have defied him as well as denoting the Burning Bush that brought Moses' dedication. Here Samson's parameters all lower slightly, especially his endurance, but his Mana is heightened just enough to allow him to wield this divine heat. Around him in this form, Samson has a very powerful aura of heat that can weaken and tire out his opponents, and if people spend too long in this aura, the fire of the Burning Bush will begin to catch on them and anyone grappled by Samson in this form risk incurring the Fire. Dagon's Pillar Title: The Fall of the Final Judge Type: Anti-Fortress Rank: A Range: 10 Maximum number of targets: 10 Description: When Samson was left blind, wounded and bound for death, in his final moment he enacted his final blow on the Philistines that had captured and seized him. Grabbing onto their temple's vital pillar, he called on God's strength one last time, even without his hair, he was granted enough power to bring the entire temple down, killing everyone inside including himself and the woman who had betrayed him. This Noble Phantasm is only activated upon the moment where Samson can no longer fight and he is seconds from death. Grabbing onto an invisible pillar, Samson creates something of a building around him if he is not inside, which he can then bring down, burying anyone in the range of the Temple with all of the might of his Almighty God. If he is inside, it works the same but allows him to destroy the structure that he is within, burying anyone inside of it as well.

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Personality

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The might of God within him, Samson's personality is very narrow-minded. With the Mad Enhancement clouding him he is not his usual self but still, he shines through with his selfless attitude and his intentions to protect anyone that he believes deserves his care and devotion. Any threat to God is something he cannot abide, which leads him to mistrust, anyone who does not follow his God, as well as detests those who oppose his God directly, going as far as to lash out should his God or his People be insulted or defiled. In battle, he fights without a second thought, if his opponent challenges him he will go to no ends to fight him to the best of his abilities and bring his Master glory. Summoned by a Master, Samson will not recognize them as a magus or a heretic, but his mind's twisted nature leads him to believe his Master is one of God's tools and the way for him to have a second chance. Despite all this some wit shines through, pulling small jokes when the chance arises and having fun when he believes there is no heresy at hand, which he, unfortunately, believes there is at all times.

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Background

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The last of the Judges mentioned in the Book of Judges. Born long before the time of Christ, this man of God was born to two devote followers, an Angel instructing them on how to raise him and what his purpose in life would be, a Judge to protect Israel and serve God. Growing up, he was a strong young adult, filled with God's divine strength, he ventured off into the hills where he encountered a Philistine woman who he fell in love with and promised to marry, despite his parents' objections. His first act of divine strength was ripping a lion apart with nothing but his hands, something he swore to keep a secret. At the feast of the wedding, Samson incurred the wrath of the Philistines by angering them with a riddle. When they demanded his wife tell them the answer to his riddle, Samson sought out and killed 30 Philistine men for their linens that he then delivered to the men as a reward for beating his riddle.

Following this, his love was given to another, a feat that incurred Samson's rage against the unholy Philistines once more, causing him to burn their grain farms by collecting fox corpses and setting them alight, slinging them around to spread the flames. The Philistines demanded that the Judahites hand over Samson, to this he complied. However, after being handed over, Samson broke from his ropes with relative ease, before slaying 1000 Philistines on his lonesome with naught but the jawbone of a donkey. Many other stories of his strength are apparent, such as carrying the gate of a city where an ambush awaited him.

However, this weapon of God was bound to a tragic fate, meeting Delilah. Upon meeting her, the two fell in love, but Delilah was sent to find out the Judge's source of strength and invulnerability, to this he resisted and joked, confusing her before eventually she convinced him and he revealed that his power came from his unshaven head, how his hair should never be cut. Utilizing a servant, she had his head shaved during the night, awakening with his powers gone and his body lame, he was captured. Blinded, and forced to work a millstone, the Judge called upon god's strength once more. The Philistines captured Samson and gave him one last request, to this he asked to be bound to the Pillar of the temple of Dagon where he was to be executed. With the last of his Divine Strength, he brought down the entire temple, killing his enemies and his lover in one fell blow, however, his body was found atop the rubble so that he could be given a proper burial. Fighting for God until the very end.

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Miscellaneous

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Fate/Lost Epoch

Momotaro

Happy Landings
Fuyuki Park

Momotaro's eyes shot as he got distracted once more after making his landing, realizing he had missed that Assassin by merely a few inches. A single moment would have made the difference yet this Devil had avoided him, Caster's assistance was essential though. Without it, Momo knew deep down his master would be mincemeat and so would he, this flowery man would be toast too from the looks of things. His sandal-clad feet skidded on the earthen ground as he remained in stance before watching Berserker pursue assassin then the scoundrel disappeared into the shadows.

The Saber took a deep breath as he looked towards the Oni before turning to the surrounding people, nodding to Caster as the Mage beside him began talking. "You have my eternal thanks, Caster! Thanks to you both me and my Partner have survived such a vile attack from a devil in the shadows! You have given me so much fun! First you, then such a sudden shot to save my partner! Truly it's like the good ol' days! Slaying demons and having fun!"

He gave a chuckle before holding his sword up steady before turning back to Kotaro with a huge grin. "Good to see you made it! I'm always ready for anything, well, being flung counts as Fate favoring me after all, and yet here I am Partner! We have to be careful, who knows what could happen next this is such a true spectacle of an evening! God, I am so glad you were lucky enough to summon me! We gotta do more of this sorta thing! Any idea on the Assassin attack? I may have figured out the identities of the berserkers.." he said before going quiet as he turned to the rambling Mage.

"Cherries are pretty good! Not my number one fruit, but I agree pretty sweet and good, your thoughts Partner?"

Walter Garbury
Shinto, Town proper
Stranger Danger

Close proximity to the Caster's chest made the poor Golemancer blush heavily and shake visibly, melting into her after that, trying to avoid the terrifying Pup that was guarding her. This was most definitely a trap but deep down he was hoping that he had been lucky enough to meet one of those Independent servants that he had heard of. He gave a weak chuckle as he went to spew a bunch of lies to her to avoid any further danger that she might pose to him.

"Assassin, I may call you at a moment's notice, Shinto, keep an eye, those appear to be heavy hitters, f-follow them and see if you can pick off anyone weakened, poison at your own behest" he said telepathically, every so often accidentally stuttering out loud before realizing he had said a few words out loud as he was held by the Caster. Luckily he didn't say too much, but it was like his inhibitions had been clogged and intoxication had kicked in suddenly like a truck hitting him.

He swayed a little before clinging onto the hand she had gave him and gave her a bright grin before nodding. "Seems I had more ta drink than I thought! I'm uh, so like, the name's Walt, a pleasure to meet you Cassandra, if that is your real name" he gave a quick giggle before shaking his head at her. "Like you'd actually gimme your real name! I ain't that dumb, was tryna keep a low profile, almost got back to base but didn't expect such a beautiful like woman to swoop me up! You're definitely not a local"

he gave another quick chuckle, swaying with the alcohol invading his system. He felt the magic and twitched a bit before smiling at her, sincere thanks in his face, grateful for the company, but worrying that he hadn't;t abandoned Assassin her time of need. "Coffee sounds sick! W-we should go right now yknow? I'll call my assistant to come to join us later maybe or is it like a private affair?"

@Parallel Hearts

Fate/Aureum Mea

Yo I'd be up for this

Fate/Lost Epoch

Momotaro

Master of Faster
Fuyuki Park

Momotaro's soul and passion were burning, his joy of the thrill of the fight, unbeatable odds flying towards and around him, it was all perfect for the young saber. Truly, the entire time, his bright boyish grin never left his face. In his natural element, the peach boy shone, dashing with such excitement, before positioning himself for a strike on Caster's defense before suddenly.

Whiplash.

Rather than himself moving, all he saw was Caster disappear before his very eyes, the woman launched from one location to another in the blink of an eye before suddenly, it was like the world around the poor confused Saber shifted entirely around him, as if he had never moved and the only hint that he'd even moved was the fact that a small dust cloud erupted from his feet, sandals against the grass and dirt before his realization to his whereabouts quickly kicked in.

The smile disappeared as his gaze turned to steely determination. Momotaro, born from a peach, was nothing but a hero and a representation of the will and spirit that dwelled within the hope of Japan. In legend, he knew nothing but protecting the weak from the monsters in the dark, slaying them and spreading joy, hope, and peace. Remembering the moment he faced down all those oni, his gaze turned quickly to the attack this Western Devil was making on his amazing Partner.

His stance shifted with swift precision, turning on his heel as he swooped into position his sword between him and his master. As he went to make the arch of his katana he meant a mental note to thank the Caster who had given him this chance and even if it was in her own interest, he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. In his eyes, she was a true ally, allowing him the chance to save Kotaro from almost certain doom, and by proxy, himself. Her tricks were nothing but fascinating to him, obviously, abilities that originated from somewhere more West than he had ever been. Oh, how he longed to hear tales of her homeland.

He arched his blade to give him one of two results. Slicing through the Assassin's arm at the moment of impact into Caster's barrier, or deflecting the metal claw with his mighty blade. With this territory in place and the raw feeling of evil that Assassin radiated, his strength was more boosted than ever, almost at the same level as the nearby Oni's. "Partner! Stay behind me! This beast is nothing but evil, find safety at once!"

He prepared to strike again, staring the assassin down as he watched for his next attack.

@King Cosmos

Walter Garbury
Shinto, Town proper
Uh Oh Spaghettios

Just before he had the chance to depart from Shinto Town, Walter's own incompetence befell him, striking back for not accompanying Hassan, surely they both would've been fine and safe if he had kept close to her. Of course, she would be safe whatever, she was powerful, fast, held abilities that scared even him. Going pale after hearing a voice call out to him, he pivoted on his feet and turned to the girl, quickly taking a chug from his hip flask to lessen the blow he knew he was about to take.

Giving a smile to the girl, he tried to ignore the obvious warning signs as he tried to play it cool. Sure he'd been getting luck every so often on nights out back in England, but he didn't expect something like this, that was undoubtedly a trap. Trying his hardest not to be flattered he patted down his pockets before nodding and giving a little chuckle, realizing he left his gloves at home and he was obviously a Master, even if his magus prowess wasn't obvious.

With the arm wrapped around his shoulder, he gulped as he looked to the puppy then back to the Caster. "Sure as long as I can enjoy the whole night, and that includes the dawn y'know? You yourself don't look like the usual kind of girl to just, run up and demand a night of joy and jealousy" He gave a grin before sighing as he felt it's gaze. Quickly he telepathically linked to Hassan. 'Assassin, be careful, think I just encountered something REAL BAAAD, but don't you worry, just focus on the Park and take easy pickings, or whatever y'think you can handle, godspeed'

Turning back to the girl after gazing off a little he gave another weak cocky smirk. "Mind telling me the name of my company, or do I not have that privilege yet?"

@Parallel Hearts

Fate/Lost Epoch

Momotaro

The Risk I Took Was Calculated
Fuyuki Park

This was bad.

Expectations of just lightning raining down and him having to dodge it was shattered with one moment as Momotaro's charge was interrupted by his shock and surprise as his charge faltered, crashing through the first barrier that Hypatia had set up for him. His sword was outstretched and as his charge hit the barrier, his sheer force increased as he stumbled through.

This was gonna be harder than expected.

With that brief stop, he pushed on, going back into his valiant stride, gritting hard as he felt the atmosphere shift around him. This was no longer anyone's territory but this Caster before him. With that, Raid of Onigashima activated, the skill-boosting the boy's strength but at this moment, he was well aware that brute strength would not be his ally in this valiant charge.

He skidded in his tracks, watching the monkeys rise up from the darkness of the park before him and he noticed the crocodile almost immediately. A wide boyish grin spread across his features, realizing these were not animals like the ones he had met in his time, nothing but fakes, and a perfect sparring partner. The young warrior heeded the warning, quickly wrapping both hands around the katana as he lashed out into the monkeys, dodging the crocodile with ease, dancing around him with a glint in his eyes, lunging out at the monkeys with precise strikes, finishing each one with a single slash, aiming for critical centers, destabilizing them with a clear cut through the middle of each one.

Time was running out, and he could feel magic on its way. Suddenly the beam began. And Momotaro saw an opportunity.

Suddenly, he stomped on the crocodile's head with his sandaled foot, subduing it before gripping its tail with a free hand, the other on his katana. Swiftly, he began swinging the crocodile around him as orbs bounced to and forth, sheathing his katana and only using the crocodile to swing it, bouncing the magical balls off of its husk, every so often a stray one would slip by his defense as he slowly stepped closer and closer to the caster. His grip slipped and the crocodile was tossed towards Hypatia as Momotaro unsheathed his sword.

That moment of hesitation was enough for the beam balls to rocket into the armourless boy, wincing as he felt the electrical bursts around him. Dashing was all he could do as he ran, enduring the onslaught as he slashed out at them, hopefully bouncing them away from him, but they would only bounce back and smack him in the face. Wincing he brought his smiling face up to face his opponent as he advanced on Hypatia.

"This is great! Thank you caster! AHAHAHA" he laughed as he responded, trying his best to roll to dodge the beams before coming back up and ducking beneath the bouncing onslaught, many striking him and electricity slowly began to build, slowing him down, but he continued nonetheless. "Apologies for the misunderstanding! Beserker of the Goddess will likely make short work of the oni! But I shall oblige you and spar! I hope you have more tricks up your sleeve!"

A wise grin was obvious as he took a deep breath and nodded, making a final dash for her, sword in both hands. "I promise you, at this moment I wouldn't dare! This is more fun than 3000 Onis!"

Fate/Lost Epoch

Walter Garbury
Shinto, Town proper - Heading Back to Harbor

GOTTA BLAST

Walter shuffled uncomfortably through the streets of Shinto before gulping uncomfortably, having sent Hassan on ahead and let out a deep sigh. How did he get into this damn situation? It was Night one, and already he could feel the odds were stacked against him. He bit down hard on his tongue before nodding.

"Assassin, it's Walt, I'm gonna head back to the warehouse, keep an eye on that Park business or some shit, I'm gonna duck back so I'm not an easy target, if you figure out any Servant's true names, lemme know and I'll do a google, for now, I'm going to retreat back and grab some drinks. If you need assistance just let me know and I'll send the golems out." he telepathically said to her before turning on his heel and clumsily sneaking through the streets.

The blue-clad bartender just wanted this all to wind down, even though he could tell he had summoned a lethal weapon of a girl, he knew all it would take is a full-scale attack that would wipe him out in a blink of a lie. He sighed and started to run towards the harbor again, skipping through the streets of Shinto.

@Seirei No Hai

Momotaro

The Thot Extermination
Fuyuki Park

Momotaro was very conflicted.

The young hero was no strategist, he was not born to lead troops and make smart decisions, he followed his heart and delivered justice when he saw people in turmoil. Joy was what he brought, through his actions and his decisions, he brought joy and happiness and persevered. This situation with this fellow warrior and this demonic beast of an oni girl, well, it made him feel a little queasy. Damn he really needed another one of his Master's candies.

"Sword of the goddesses! I'm honored to fight alongside you tonight! I, however, shall allow you the honour of slaying this beast. I' don't know about you but I have had my fill of Oni slaying ahaha, to face another is just a cruel twist of fate! So I shall aid y--"


Before he could even conclude, that burst of energy took place and his eyes widened in shock, sparks falling to the ground, his reflexes and luck allowing him to avoid them, for the most part, charring his clothes a little before blocking a couple with his sword. The steely yet youthful gaze of the young warrior turned to seek out the enemy that was assisting this demon.

He locked eyes on her position and dug his feet into the ground before bounding towards her, sword drawn and his hand going down into his satchel. He could feel this environment, this weaver of misfortune had filled this with her tricks yet he had no idea what. Defenses. Perfect.

He advanced towards her with great haste, his hand tightening around something within his satchel, and his other tight around his sword, ready to evade anymore attacks as he sidestepped through the lightning, blocking it as much as he could.


"An ally of a demon is an enemy of me! Perhaps we can discuss this rather than the carving of the path of fate!"

He gritted his teeth, continuing his race towards the Greek mathematician.

Fate/Lost Epoch

Momotaro
Thot Patrol
Commerce District, Commercial office ----> Fuyuki Park

A blush bright and pink appeared on the boy Saber's face as he burst out laughing in return, realizing his embarrassment almost immediately, but a sense of relief swept over him, realizing this guy had a good sense of humor.

His hand snapped out to catch the candy, eating it quite quickly, letting out a nice relieved gasp as he ate it. His smile shone bright as he enjoyed the taste and feeling of it. The modern world di wonders with food it appeared. A look of pure content washed over him as he listened to his new partner.

"I see! Partner, I like it! We'll have no problems Kotaro Toshizo it is almost by Fate that we were brought together y'know? Taro and Taro, we are truly Partners! You are a hero of justice and I too uphold justice! For that I can tell that me and you, will get along great! Gods! I am so excited to be working alongside you, Partner!"

he laughed heartily and toned his bright smile down a little. "I feared as such... What I did in my time was surely never enough to eliminate evil forever, it festers and remains! But have no fear! With the combination of you and me, I'm sure these modern demons will face harsh cold justice yeah?" he announced to Kotaro with another bright grin as he grabbed a coat and slung it over his shoulders, over his traditional wear.

He felt the energy and nodded to him as he began to make his way there.

Fuyuki Park

As he arrived Momotaro slowed down his advance as he enterred the park and sniffed the air. "Master, I would stand back, there is something sinister afoot" He uttered as the boy continued his advance into the park as he turned and saw the people already there. His sword sheathed he gave a bright smile as his glance grazed over William and Berserker before focusing on the Oni.

"I don't believe your kind of fun is welcome in a public area, good evening all"

He smiled brightly, his eyes sharp like steel. He stood there, awaiting his master to catch up.

Fate/Lost Epoch

Walter Garbury
Shinto, Town proper

Walter really didn't know how to do incognito. All he had done to disguise himself from his usual attire was to take his blue jacket off, not even replacing it or taking off the matching hat. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh as he kept to the shadows. Back at base, he had left the golems to defend the base, on alert and if anything happened to them he'd be able to sense it and would be able to get back as quickly as possible. Shinto wasn't too far away from the harbor, hence why he had chosen this place to figure out if they could find any other masters and servants.

A sudden yelp would be heard by anyone roaming the streets, as Walter did a little jump as he felt the message and flares, both announcing the war was actually afoot. He took a moment to catch his breath and assessed the situation. The Academy was where he felt one invitation for a brawl and there was another at Fuyuki Park. He gulped as he felt his heart drop. Chaos was already going to be filling the streets tonight, at least two other Masters were on the prowl for blood and he was out of the base with Assassin.

Speaking of Assassin. he turned a corner and a bright smile washed over his face as he spotted her in disguise, walking over slowly with a smile, looking around himself idly. He sat next to her, staying just a bit apart so he didn't accidentally poison himself.

"Hey. Just got here, did you feel those messages too?" He squirmed a little as he thought about his next move. "I say if we don't know exactly where everyone is, I say you go to the park and see if we can spot anyone going there, kinda work out the competition y'know? Figure out who we're up against, maybe even follow them and figure out their bases?"

he got up and dusted himself off. Motioning for her to follow him as he made for the bridge. "let's cross over, and well...shit, go to the park, stay undetected and figure this whole thing out. See any moments to swoop in, be my guest I guess" He rubbed his temple and nodded to her, leading the way.

@Seirei No Hai

Momotaro
Saber of the Peach
Commerce District, Commercial office

Legend told of the heroic boy, Momotaro. He went on a journey by himself, a sole mission to save his people from the tyrannical Oni and steal their treasure. His world was small, his story was small. Yet his influence and his memory. Even in death, he could feel how people remembered him. Was he real? as he but a myth? Who cared, all that mattered was that people loved him and celebrated him throughout the centuries, he was a hero in the eyes of the people and that warmed his little peach heart.

Before the brave detective, mist swirled and lights flashed before finally, the mist separated and a figure stood there proudly, a silhouette that slowly morphed into that of a proud warrior. Barely standing at 5'3, Saber blinked a few times, confused as to the nature of how his master was addressing him. His robe brushed against the floor as he tapped his feet on the floor, testing it out before his eyes lit up.

"Japan! Sunrise Kingdom!" He announced loudly with a bright grin, adjusting his tie in his hair before walking over to him and peering at him with a bright grin. "Apologies! Where are my manners, my honor is lacking! Momotaro! Firstborn of the peach, of the saber class! You must be my Master! Tell me! What is your goal in this so-called war Master!" A bright grin washed over him as he bowed, before holding his hand out. "And you are?"

The familiar smells and atmosphere around him made him really comfortable, this was where he belonged, and this detective had given him another chance to enjoy the land once more.

@Argonaut