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Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Eastern Outskirts


The knight had barely spoken a word since his summoning, but his satisfaction was evident on his face. Truly, this must be the best possible Master for him.

. “It’s not really something that can be excused, but we haven’t even finished work on the territory even spending most of the day. So I wasn’t able to cook a welcome feast for you. Maybe tomorrow that could be managed, Saber? But for now is there anywhere you think we should go or get in particular for work or fun?”


“A feast would be welcome, certainly,” Ywain spoke, smiling with the freshness of a handsome celebrity, his voice warm. Though his words were few, they were spoken with a clear sincerity that left no doubt as to his simple, pleasant nature. “I have no preference. Perhaps the lady should decide.” It wasn’t an admonishment, but a simple statement of disinterest.

As the two bickered, he simply looked upon them, smiling softly. He was content, so there was no need for words. Certainly, this partnership seemed promising. His partner followed the same path that he had. The path of chivalry, of nobility - even though that shine was only a glimmer compared to the sunlight of that man, it was exciting.

“Fun, fun! There’s always tomorrow for killing!” Chirped up the girl. “Well, not that you have to kill. But you know they would be happen if we just so happened to get rid of someone who might belong to the other factions…”
“I’ll act accordingly, Elaine.” His reply was curt, slightly tense as he brushed the side of his sheathed weapons with his a hand.


For a moment, he considered speaking up, sharing his thoughts. Life was a precious thing, surely - and the opponents in this war would not be the simple monsters, terrorising innocents. Perhaps it would be difficult for him, too. Though, certainly, it was a different matter for heroes who had already left the world, summoned again only briefly. Yes, it was more difficult for those who lived in this strange, modern world.

But the moment passed, and the conversation shifted. He didn’t want to kill the mood.

@Danchou

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~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District


The homunculi left the building with the Servant, mostly bemused by Saber’s strangeness, though Minerva’s irritation continued to bubble beneath the surface. Theta trailed behind, still unsure how to deal with this strange person, and Minerva stuck closer to him.

“Unfortunately, I was unable to locate anyone nearby with my familiars. If mobility wasn’t so important, it might have been better to set up a location for dueling, but it seems the opportunity for that has passed anyway.” Theta spoke. “I don’t have any suggestions, in any case.”

How about that way?”” Venus suggested, pointing in a random direction, with no consideration beyond the way the street looked. Theta could only shrug.

On d’Artagnan’s arm, Diana grinned, plucking at her bowstring. “You know how to use one of these? You’re a gunner, right? It feels strange that I’m using older weaponry than a heroic spirit…” It wasn't much more than small talk, but it was earnest.

Latin District -> Core District

@Froppy
~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District


“D’Artagnan…” Theta muttered. It was no less than he had expected, but it raised some questions about the nature of the Throne of Heroes, or of the writing of Alexandre Dumas. Still, such a Servant, the subject of one of the most popular and well-known works of French writing, summoned within the heart of Paris - even if the figure was a little strange, they were not to be underestimated.

Even so, it was concerning to be ignored so casually by one’s Servant. It showed a worrying lack of situational awareness...

Across the room, Minerva’s eyes flashed in anger. “Are you really this stupid?” She asked, her voice harsh. “If you truly can’t identify your Master when he’s right in front of you, you’re less than worthless!” Diana and Ceres watched, Diana hiding her grin with a sleeve and Ceres tilting her head in mild curiosity. Venus only dabbed at her nose before the blood could hit the floor, confused as to whether the handkerchief had actually been offered.

“Ah, that’s rather harsh, Minerva. Please, don’t antagonise our partner.” Theta spoke, calmly admonishing the homunculus, who backed off. “Yes, it is I that bear the command seals. However, I don’t have much combat or tactical expertise to offer… It’s likely that the majority of your work will indeed be with these four.” He paused for a moment, looking over the Servant. “Perhaps you’d like to make an excursion with them now? Get the measure of some of our opponents…”

It was better to seize the initiative, after all.

@Froppy
~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District


The fourth of the homunculi returned to the room, casting a glance around to take it in. Diana sat on the floor, her back pushed up against the room’s bed, fiddling with a blocky handheld games console that she held incredibly close to her face. On the bed, Ceres lay, spread as wide as possible, and staring blankly at the ceiling. Next to the bed, Minerva stood, leaned against the wall. She glared at Venus as she walked in.

In the centre of the room, Theta stooped, putting the finishing touches on the summoning circle in the centre of the room. “Ah,” He said, noticing the homunculus’ arrival, looking towards her with the cold, black lenses of the mask he wore. “Excellent timing.” His voice was neutral - distant, but Venus had heard it enough to notice the small, almost negligible, note of affection not present when he talked to strangers.

She smiled, and casually tossed him the vial of blood that she’d collected, underarm. He caught it, almost fumbling, then held it up to the light. “Good,” He muttered, before pocketing it. On the floor, Diana coughed into her sleeve.

“Well then,” Theta began, after silence resumed. “I suppose it’s time to begin.” Ceres lifted her head from the pillow in a languid motion, angling her head to get a view. “This should be simple enough. Certainly, this catalyst should be effective, too,” He said, glancing at the small diamond in his hand.

“Let silver and steel be the essence…”

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The Servant appeared. A handsome, long-haired man with the appearance of some kind of swashbuckler. A figure who radiated an exceptional presence.

It was certainly impressive.

Theta glimpsed at the figure with his Master’s clairvoyance, evaluating what he could tell of their strength. Yes, the appearance of ‘health’ that his servant took was excellent.

He swept his body into a deep and formal bow, shaping the dark robes around his body. “Welcome, Hero,” He said by way of greeting.

Behind him in the room, Ceres dropped her head back onto the pillow after only a single glance at the Servant. Minerva examined them warily, and Diana, excitedly. But as Venus looked upon the Servant, a blood vessel in her nose burst. “Ah, crap!” She blurted, digging in her pockets for a tissue as the blood began to run down her face.

@Froppy



Phaea

<Bandit Queen Chaos Sow>


“Scathat, Scatthat, Scathath - no, that’s too hard. I’ll just call her Scat.” Phaea said, muttering to herself, occasionally sniffling or snorting as if she had a cold as the others bickered.

“Hey miss Scat!” She said, sticking up her hand like a schoolchild. “I can’t swim, so if we’re going into the sea that’s gonna be a problem!” Well, someone could probably teach her, at least. Or maybe there would be a boat. There were definitely enough Servants for that to be possible. “Why’s there even a sea on the moon in the first place?” She asked. “I thought it was a chariot or something.” She itched at her head. This whole situation was really complicated. She didn’t really get it, but if there was stuff to fight, she could at least do that. Just as long as it didn’t involve swimming.

Well, her own question was answered by the strange hologram the servant produced. “Huh?” Phaea snorted. “I recognise that sea! It’s not on the moon!” Really, this just got more confusing by the second.

For the first time, she looked around the room properly, and-

Ah, why did he of all people have to be here?

“It’s OK! Just stand still and be quiet and maybe he won’t notice you!” Phaea said, thinking out loud in what couldn’t possibly be considered an indoor voice. Well, they were supposed to be working together this time anyway - come to think of it, that guy definitely had a ship.

She frowned. She paced. She thought. Then-

She threw herself down at Theseus’ feet, wailing. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m gonna behave this time so please don’t throw me off your ship! I’m not gonna eat anyone, or toss them off cliffs, or tie them to trees, or eat people’s crops, or steal their gold, or throw them in a maze, or eat their gold, or steal their feet! I’m totally not gonna do any of that! So please don’t throw me off your shiiiiiiip!”

She sniffled more intensely than usual, tears and snot running down her face.

@Breo @Parallel Hearts

Decided to throw in an app. Theseus is such a bully.





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