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Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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7 yrs ago
Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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@Turboshitter Oh, I thought we were all waiting to do it together like the scene from Apocrypha XD



~ Nervous Anticipation ~
24 Units Remaining


Olympia had been quiet the whole journey. It had never once crossed her mind in the time she had been under Ayondale's tutorage that anyone would make a move against him, let alone that she would get to be one of the larger parts of said movement. She knew what she thought was right. Arieh one day would have to pay for his cruelty and crimes. Why shouldn't it be by his own student's hands that that punishment be gifted?

But still, this went completely against her nature. Oly had never been the confident type. Unlike Marcus, she was used to second guessing her every action and going back on decisions she thought she was set on. And unlike Marcus she was far from being powerful. In her head she would have no value in this fight. She would hide behind her Servant every battle, let them do all the heavy lifting while she watched almost entirely from the sidelines. If he brother had planned on striking out against Ayondale, it would be precise, alone, and lethal. He would never fight in a group such as this.

Which is why she didn't say anything about leaving. Marcus would want to help, since that was his obligation as a brother, but it wasn't his fight. He had no reason to be there. He was a prodigy in Runic Magic, and Professors adored him. His place was on a battle field, sure, but not this one. Every day after classes were over, he would visit her. By now he would have found the note she had left, called their parents, and people from the Clocktower, but to no avail.

After that, while she had no guarantee, it was highly likely that he would leave her to to whatever she had set out to do. She had requested he not interfere. With a single sentence, she had removed his obligation to help. It sounded heartless, but Oly was used to it. He wasn't was man without empathy nor feelings, but he refused to get involved unless it was necessary. In any case his studies and his research were much more important than her life. That, if nothing else, she knew to be true.

She sighed, and looked up at the moonlit sky from the castle courtyard. It wasn't like she wanted to die or anything, but she probably would do in this battle. In time before getting the plane to Scotland, she had done what research she could on the Holy Grail War. It was a brutal competition of heroes of myth and legend alike battling to the death for the quintessential ultimate prize - a vessel that could grant any wish.

What would a man like Ayondale do with such an artefact? Since he was a Mage, would he use it to gain access to the Akashic Records? Or would he use it to gain mastery of the five Magics, perhaps? To think... A man of such selfishness and cruelty coming to possess something with nigh omnipotent wish granting capabilitues. That was an eventuality that could no be allowed to come to pass, by any means.

Her thoughts were broken as Albert began his speech. She listened carefully, taking rapid and shallow breaths in her anxiety. The moment was finally upon them... They were to summon their servants, and from thenceforth it would be a battle of life and death between the man they once called their Professor, his associates, and the others he had planned to become Masters. Arieh Ayondale... He would kill them all, wouldn't he? For interfering in his plans, he would make sure they never saw light again.

At least... He would do if he got the chance. That's why they weren't going to give him the chance, right? They had already put an end to his Holy Grail War, since everyone was summoning their Servants. He would come after them, she had no doubt; him and his Mage comrades. But they had Servants on their side. What could Ayondale's men do against them? Oly only hoped they wouldn't have to kill anyone...

With Albert's speech concluded, Olympia fished from inside her bag a small wooden box. She opened it carefully, and gently pulled aside the protective material and bubble wrap that filled it. Inside, underneath all of the wrapping, was a set of petrified feathers, joined together with wax. She lifted then from the box, and made her way back to the rest of the Masters, in preparation for the summoning ceremony. There was no turning back now.
@Cu Chulainn A Lancer with A+ luck? WHAT IS THIS HERESY?!

In other news, I should hopefully be getting up a post in the next 2 hours ^^
@1Charak2 "Oly what the hell are you doing?!"

"I-I was just trying to set fire to that girl!"

"YOU'VE SET FUCKING FIRE TO SCOTLAND, OLYMPIA!"
500 ^^

Also that was my 3000th post. Let's fucking go.
@1Charak2 Something tells me that might end ever so slightly badly... y'know, for like, most of Scotland XD
@1Charak2 Yay, another Mystic Eye user! Expect questions.
@Turboshitter Fine! Be that way! I dont need you anyway!
@Turboshitter I feel left out ;;

But I'm excited all the same ^^ XD


~ Enter Stage Right ~


Thalia ran her way across the roof, stopping just at the edge as the seismic wave shook the foundations of the building. She only barely kept her balance, crouching down to avoid tipping over entirely, and surveyed the field below. The beast of a Mahou, her current best friend, the Bacon girl, the girl she had never seen before, and another explosion of Dark Magic.

Somebody was controlling the battle from behind the scenes, it seemed. But why weren't the others searching for the perpetrator of the black orbs domes? Unless the point of the beast was to conceal the other's location? They must have been a team, in that case. Possibly even a Twin Soul, but she wasn't exactly prepared to jump to conclusions. Wait, what?

Her thought process ground to a halt as she wondered what exactly she was doing. There was a fight going on, with a Mahou in their Monstrous Form, and Thalia wasn't partaking yet? She smiled, and licked her lips, before pulling from the ether her two daggers. Magical energy passed through them, in preparation for her attack, and the blades began to glow a searing red.

The Kitsune took a couple steps back, and crouched down, before taking off in a sprint to the edge of the roof. She leapt, and far, did a summersault for extra style points, waved and winked at Penny in case she noticed her, and brought herself into a diving position, both daggers aimed at the back of the giant monsters head. Inside herself, she spooled up magical energy, preparing for what would happen next. If she connected, or if she was hit away, the energy would release around her in a reasonably sized local explosion; surely enough to at least hurt the beast a little bit, right?

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