The Irish Tree

Fate/Kaleid Prisma Connections

@Bushman501, @Guess Who, @Enkryption, @Suku
"Come now, there's no need for threats here. I'm certain a wise man such as The Great Xerxes sees the benefits of mutual cooperation, as well as negotiation." Makoto's words rang out to the Rider perched atop his elephant, the look of utmost disdain plastered on his face. "You think fit to demand compromise? I've laid the terms of negotiation clearly; Your servitude for your lives." Xerxes said, giving a dissapointed sigh. "Regrettable...I have no need for someone that makes me repeat myself." the Persian King of Old spoke, before the elephant's massive trunks slammed into Makoto's gut faster than he could see, the boy being swiftly flung almost entirely through the wall of the gymnasium, having landed and impacted against the bleachers on the opposite side, crumpled over in pain as he clutched at his bleeding shoulder.

With that taken care of, he glowered at Rebecca, very clearly looking down on her. "Oh? And you intend to kill me then, Mongrel woman?" he asked, before an axe materialized in his hand, deftly blocking the surprise attack. However, in the brief clash, Rebecca could feel that their strength was roughly the same, given that neither seemed able to budge the other, her attempt at a quick ending to the fight interrupted by the elephant he was riding atop grabbing her leg with its trunk, and swiftly slamming her down onto the ground. Rearing back, the Elephant was attempting to stamp down directly onto her body; A certainly fatal blow, if this beast was a noble phantasm, given its enormous size and weight. "Crush her, and let all rebellion be crushed in an instant! Bellow, my Pērōz Pīru!" Xerxes said, an almost gleeful smile plastered on his face, the slightest sadistic light shining in his eyes as the elephant tried to slam down with all of its weight. "Witness the fate of all that choose rebellion over my rule!" he shouted, as his elephant let out an ear piercing cry, its gilded tusks shining in the overhead fluorescent lights as it sought to crush Rebecca entirely.

What he failed to notice however, was that Maggie was almost immediately upon him, close enough to the elephant to interfere if she desired...or just attack it regardless.

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Reeling and still attempting to move after being so forcefully dispatched, Makoto narrowed his eyes as he struggled to rise even to his knees. That elephant...it was immune to his alchemy. In the instant that it made contact with him, he'd attempted to turn its trunk into stone, but every attempt made in that brief milisecond of contact was thwarted at the atomic level. This elephant must have incredibly high resistance to magic in general...

"What will you do, Makoto? If I recall, medicines are mentioned in pages 34-97, as well as 211-257... his class card whispered into his mind, the highschool boy grunting as he struggled to move forward, looking rather pathetic as he shuffled over to a water bottle and took hold of it, abandoned in the bleachers. Opening up Zosimos' tome, he got to work on making a potion...hopefully before it was too late, or Xerxes decided he should die sooner rather than later. "Need to heal and run...they can...they can beat him...I hope..." he thought to himself, looking up from his personal crater, already looking defeated. Seeing Rebecca about to be crushed, he shut his eyes behind his veil, unable to stop what was about to happen...

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Still behind the bleachers, Tsukiya clutched her class card to her chest, hesitating as she hid. For one reason or another, she just couldn't work the courage up. In spite of her class card's vocalized objections, she couldn't find it in her to install now.

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Hmmmm... should I post now or should I simply wait for @PaulHaynek to go? Cause Ultra Magnus the Red is probably going to get a face full of atomic energy lol

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@Lmpkio

You. I like you. Transformers and Warhammer.

Generally yeah, just kinda wait for Heynek. Magnus is in the wrongest place at the wrongest time.

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Wasn't sure if Titanica is there before anybody gets back, or after everybody is back. I can edit the last part of my posts out if need be. Don't want to steal her thunder. Godzilla girls is best girls.

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@PaulHaynek,@13org(FYR),@Lmpkio
FF5353

Magnus was so damn happy to finally have some Morning Light flowers, that he almost entirely passed Talia up, almost tripping over himself as he ran over to her excitedly. Walking alongside her, he excitedly brandished the Morning Light flowers, a smile plastered on his face. "It took me a while, but I finally got my hands on the flowers Kyle needed for his machine! Now, all I have to do is get the feathers and it'll be ready to fly. I hope." the minotaur said with an excited uproar, barely troubled by the darkening skies overhead. Turning his head to Freyr as he began telling of their rather uneventful day, and of the promise made to the kindly old nun.

Nodding enthusiastically, Magnus pounded his free hand on his chest, smiling. "We're gonna make sure that nothing happens to her! Even if I have to carry her to Varjo," he said, clearly happy to be able to help the poor old soul on her journey. In all honesty, he could probably just carry Freyr and her to Varjo...but a stray arrow in the back might hit her if she was over his back. Leaving that thought aside for now, Magnus was eager to get back to the guild hall and cook up some birds, figuring that he might as well try and finish Kyle's request with the feathers. "Oh, um...Talia, how many feathers does Kyle need?" he asked, never having gotten an actual number.

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Magnus had caught a fair number of game birds upon his return, and was heading back to the guild when he heard the massive roar, running behind the thickest tree he could find, and trying to peek out from behind it to figure out who the mysterious roaring lady was, and why she sounded so dang angry. Gulping, Magnus started slowly trying to approach her, unaware of the figures in the nearby treetops, or those on the roof. He assumed the ones near the guild house were there to talk to Bart about...something. The minotaur was completely oblivious to the danger around him, clutching a gaggle of slain birds by their feet, still bloodied axe in the other hand.

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@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

Nephele didn't believe Ian for a single second as she carried him, setting him down only a little roughly, by dropping him onto his feet. Then, what followed could only be described as Nephele making a face that visibly displayed the amount of brain cells she had lost dealing with Ian. A completely neutral expression, with her jaw hung slightly open, enough that it looked like she had something to say, but was too unsure of her own sanity to gauge if she could. Her eyes were clouded as she looked at his arms, desperately wanting to tear them off, but also wondering if this meant Ian was smarter than a wood chipper, against her previous assessment...

No, he was perfectly suited as wood chipper food. Simply holding her hand out for the gold he offered, Nephele kept her professional pride intact and took in a deep, deep breath, clutching the coin sack in her hand before breathing out through her nose. "Thank you. For your...patronage." she said quietly, walking away, and, finding a decently sized rock on the way back to town, swiped her hand across it, making a series of five massive gashes in its surface before she continued walking, not wanting to indulge another MOMENT of Ian's idiocy. "Aaaaaaah, its fine, Nephele, its fine...just ignore any jobs from him later, just ignore...just IGNORE the brainless chicken man, he has paid, and you are free." she thought to herself, an elated smile crossing her lips as she broke into a run to get back to the guild, cradling the sack of golden coins in her hands. Anybody that passed her by would think she just got done working a job with long hours and minimal reward save for her sanity remaining intact at the day's end...which was barely true.

Ian probably couldn't count on further help from Nephele in the future...

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In her return to the guild, Nephele was quick to rush to her and Neil's shared dorm room, trying to find something suitable and dry to wear. Having been dunked in a river, as well as having to fight a gigantic Varjan brute of some sort, she was in desperate need of a wash for her dress. Just as she got to rummaging through Neil's stuff however, she heard a deafening roar from outside, and poked her head out of the room's window to look at what made that noise. It sounded...draconic somewhat, but...distorted. Like an entirely different breed of powerful monster.

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Will post an update once @The Irish Tree has posted or at the end of the week.

Things are getting busy on my end.

@PaulHaynek

My apologies; Been trying to get stuff together for a tabletop campaign with some friends.

Have a short post of Magnus maxing out his good boy points for the day.

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@PaulHaynek,@13org(FYR)
FF5353

Magnus' eyes lit up as the old woman offered the flowers to them, having recognized what Morning Flowers looked like from the Guild's library, an excited grin crossing his lips before he accepted them, resisting the urge to give the poor old nun a hug...he...kinda doubted that she'd be able to take the Magnus-Sized hugs. Regardless, these were just the flowers Kyle needed for his flying machine! He hoped that these would be enough for him...and that Freyr wouldn't mind if he took them for that job. After all, Morning Light flowers were exceedingly rare. "T-Thank you very much ma'am! I don't know much about religions down here, but this is a lot nicer of a gift than a broken helmet." Magnus said, referring to the Northerner's tradition of returning equipment that had broken and saved their lives in battle, typically to their lovers back home, or to their children.

"We'll be back in three days, then. Promise you won't go alone, okay? Freyr's a great shot, a-and I'm pretty good with an axe. As he said that, he realized that he'd never actually seen Freyr's archery up close, but from what his father had told him, Vieras were terrifying with a bow and arrow in hand. It was only natural to assume his skill was up to par, if not better than what he'd been told. Regardless, Magnus' smile only grew as he clapped his hand on his companion's shoulder happily, accidentally doing it a might bit hard and leaving a giant red handprint. "Have a good day Ma'am!" Magnus said as a farewell, waving as he got to walking away. A spring in his step, Magnus seemed much happier than usual, imagining Kyle's flying machine as he looked up at the bright blue sky. "...Dreams, huh?" he thought to himself, seemingly lost in his own head as his smile faded just a tad.

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@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

Nephele took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from her brow as the dull, wet thud of the Joyful's impact into the shallow bank of the river rung in her ears. She'd won...thankfully without anything worse than a scrape. Waving her hand as she approached where Ian was, there was just enough fog to keep her obscured as she heard him mention that IF the Joyful had won, he'd been rooting for it the whole time. Narrowing her eyes at her client, she had half a mind to string him up somewhere...but right now, pay and professionalism were far more important. Poking her head out of the fog, she hastily grabbed Ian and hoisted him over her shoulder, supporting his back with an arm and having his head face forward. "Ian, I feel its in your best interest if you let me carry you. Wouldn't want another Joyful to finally beat me with your support, after all." she said, dryer and colder than an iceberg, and having a look in her eyes to match as she carried on.

...And of course, now her dress was soaked. Today just kept getting better and better with this armless, brainless, armored chicken. "Thanks for staying out of the fog." she said after a while, feeling she should at least commend him not running to his death...twice. Once was quite enough for one day. And, she sincerely hoped that after this she would never have the displeasure of ferrying his hide across the wilderness again. Part of her wondered just what he did that made him lose his arms now, but somewhere in the back of her mind she reasoned it probably had to do with a woodchipper and a sandwich. Still, his full armor indicated he at least had the wealth to pay at the end of all this, so for now, he was precious cargo. She felt he'd take offense to being paralyzed, and as such figured that he at least had talking right still.

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"IMAGAWA, HEADS UP!" someone on the boys team shouted, the recipient of the message hastily netting his fingers together and holding his arms out to try and hit the ball back, only for it to hit in the pit of his elbows, angled just perfectly to bounce up and smack him in the nose. Knocked flat on his ass and bleeding a bit, the boy was taken to the nurse's office. "That angle was superb. So fluid in motion, the way it rippled through the air! Oh, but too bad you didn't catch it. Could have scored a strike." the overly optimistic voice in his head chimed in, Makoto's eyes spinning a bit. Thankfully his nose wasn't broken or anything, so he was good to return after a few minutes, much to his chagrin. Approaching the gym once more, he noticed a lot of people running out...was the game over already? Regardless, he stepped inside and had to restrain himself from letting out a scream upon seeing the elephant. Booking it to the side of the room, he hid behind the bleachers before he was noticed.

"Of all days this had to happen, it had to be today..." Makoto grumbled to himself, holding his still throbbing nose and watching from between the slits of the bleachers. Mulling over his options in his head, he noticed the gym teacher...had a class card!? Not to mention, that elephant guy was undoubtedly using one too. Gulping, Makoto pulled out the shimmering golden card from his pocket, shoving it into his chest as his form adopted the guise of his Caster, Zosimos. The tips of his fingers shined as if they were made of solid gold, and the blue veil covering his face adorned itself with oryx and avian bones, a surge of magical energy rushing into his body, as if his entire magical circuitry had been replaced. What he hadn't noticed however was Tsukiya across at the other edge of the bleachers, the Caster's approach swift as he approached Hal, simply touching each piece of the rubble and shifting its entire makeup into that of pumice, which even the weak caster servant easily lifted.

"That man certainly seems fond of gold...perhaps an offering would placate someone as shallow as him. Page 427, Diagram C, Makoto." Zosimos suggested. Taking that as a good idea, Makoto transmuted the pumice he was lifting into solid gold, the overall mass of the rock shrinking greatly as the pores that had been carved out by becoming pumice crushed the rock in on itself, until it was a fine, large nugget of gold. "Come now, there's no need for threats here. I'm certain a wise man such as The Great Xerxes sees the benefits of mutual cooperation, as well as negotiation." he said, clearing his throat to make it not super obvious who he was, while also extending the gold out to Xerxes, one hand behind his back, touching his own back as if readying something. He hoped that someone would catch on, and use the opportunity to beat Xerxes' shit in for him. He wasn't good at fighting, even as a Class Card holder...

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@PaulHaynek,@13org(FYR)
FF5353

Magnus nodded in agreement to Freyr's statement of Varjo being a rather unkind place, but was surprised at his willingness to escort the old woman personally. Freyr had said what Magnus wish he had the courage to say right away, regardless of whether his friend would help but...He really was a coward. Swallowing a frog in his throat, the minotaur nodded vigorously, patting his hand to his chest. Even if she wasn't leaving for another few days, it would help to give her some assurance that two armed monsters were willing to aid her in her hour of need. "M-Me too! I'll help escort you where you need to go Miss. We promise nobody will hurt you so long as we can help it!"

With that said, Magnus took a deep breath before waiting for the old soul's reply, hoping that she would see the need for the two to come with her to help and deter bandits. After all, a group of three was harder to approach than a single old nun. He shuddered to think what would happen were she to leave alone...likely wouldn't get past a mile over the border. The minotaur was visibly worried about her, hunched over to be at eye level with her, and just overall acting like a worried grandchild. Magnus wasn't confident about fighting people, but he was confident that he'd shield the nun with his body if that's what it took to keep her safe.

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@PaulHaynek
A9A9A9

Nephele felt a sense of relief as Ian was released, before feeling herself be slammed down into the river by her tail, the appendage not damaged, but kinda sore from being tugged. Bigger problems were prevalent though, given that she was being pinned under the water by this monstrosity. The dragoness' thoughts raced as her lungs, albeit incredibly large given her use of breath based abilities, were running out of air. She could hold her breath for three minutes without preparation, but she would need only seconds to throw the beast off of her. "The Joyful...?" she thought, her claws grinding against stone as the river's flow gently pushed her and the beast inch by inch.

Gritting her teeth, Nephele recalled that she'd injured the arm that Ian had been held in, and with a flex of her shoulder, knew that the beast was operating at maybe a third of its normal strength with that arm. As such, she made a blitz for his neck with the arm pushed down by that monstrous right arm. It was easy enough to cast that arm aside as she dug her claws into his neck, using the momentum to slam her tail into his right side to force him off of her, and instead place her on top of it before she backed off, vanishing into the fog. The beast could hear water splashing in several directions around it, before a gash would be cut into its shoulder, Nephele having become a black blur obscured by the fog that she had created. After that cut, she made sure to push Ian out of the fog bank, poking her head out to say: "Wait. Here." she said sternly before going back onto the assault, attempting to use Hit and Run tactics to cripple the beast.

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Makoto Imagawa, The Golden Boy

Appearance/Image:

Big Ass Picture

Name: Makoto Imagawa

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 5’3”, 109 lbs.

Personality: A boy made of fake smiles, Makoto has put up with having to hide his frustrations for years, and as such is pretty dang patient when dealing with people. His grievances are often aired in private, or around company of a similar mindset to himself. He often acts in a bubbly and friendly manner, seeing that he wishes to make friends in spite of his lack of special talents or interests. He relishes in opportunities to help others, so long as he either likes them, or knows that there’s something he can get out of it.

His inferiority complex gets the better of him at times, to the point that he almost convinces himself of being incapable of actions when asked to in most cases. He lacks the courage to push himself, constantly afraid of comparisons to others and as such has stuck to the middle road in terms of both grades and sports. He’s someone who doesn’t stand out, and unconsciously handicaps himself with his own lack of self-confidence.

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Class Affinity: Caster

Background: A young boy born into the middle position in his family, Makoto has lead a painfully normal life, all while living in the shadows of his family. He wasn’t particularly gifted at anything growing up, a trait not at all shared by his incredibly studious and intelligent younger brother, nor his older athletic brother who was the star of his school’s track team. He was just...average. Middling in just about everything regardless of how hard he tried, or how much he tried to emulate his brothers’ habits.

While his parents weren’t directly partial to them, it still left a lasting inferiority complex on the boy that carries on. He keeps up the facade of false congratulations to his brothers, all the while wishing for them to fail deep down. Content to live his life full of hidden spite and mediocrity forever, Makoto’s life was changed over the course of just a few days when a thin piece of cardboard was found while cleaning out the school’s Equipment Storage room. There, embedded in golden lettering was a single word that he’d come to know very well. “Zosimos.”

It was a match made in heaven, as the boy gifted with nothing became capable of nearly anything with his newfound powers, often ensuring to practice Zosimos’ art in secret after nearly being caught in his room by his mother. Who needed to be smart when you could make diamonds with a handful of seashells? Who needed to be strong when you could have power beyond muscles to smash someone’s face in? In some small way, he felt that this power was owed to him by the world itself, as if to make up for his own failings. Now, the boy schemes in the shadows of his workshop, keeping out of sight, and trying to decipher more of Zosimos’ primeval alchemical knowledge.

Occupation: Student/Part-Time Convenience Store Worker

Known Magic (If Any): None, but due to the nature of Zosimos’ writings, he is growing more capable of doing Alchemy on his own without needing to install thanks to the diagrams present in the Cheirokmeta.

Special Talents/Hobbies: Swimming, more on the hobby side. He also likes building models, now made much easier with alchemy.

Ambition: Makoto’s only ambition in life is to prove that in some capacity, he can shine brighter than the shadows cast on him.

Servant Cards

Zosimos of Panopolis; Neutral Good Caster
STR: E(E), AGI: E(D), END: E~D(C), MAN: B(A+), LUK: C(B), NP: E+(A)

Noble Phantasms:

Cheirokmeta: “That Which Is Made by Hand”: A Noble Phantasm that chronicles the entirety of Zosimos’ extensive alchemical experimentation, theories, and attempts to create a perfect artificial human, a series of volumes ranging in information from how to turn lead to gold, to the distillation of the human soul into a movable form. While Alchemy is a slower magic process compared to many others, the use of this original set of volumes comes in the knowledge that it gives the user access to. Zosimos believed in learning by showing, and as such simply thinking of doing a described alchemical process is sufficient for one who has the card Installed or Included to put it to action, given the proper materials. There are two entire chapters consisting only of images, making them impossible to decipher without a genius alchemist, or the whispers of Zosimos in one’s mind.

Far in the back of the book lie Zosimos’ final unfinished formula, the attempts to produce a perfect Homunculus of himself from his own body, a process that theoretically would grant him eternal life and youth, with a body free from disease. Anti-Mind, Target: N/A

Right Eye of the World: A conceptual weapon Noble Phantasm based on Zosimos’ idea that alchemy sets free the divine spirit of materials, by mixing it with flesh and blood. A frightening Noble Phantasm that allows Zosimos’ user to completely transmute their body, as well as those they come into direct physical contact with. Using this, one is capable of turning their form into materials unknown to natural or magical science, even into pure ether for brief periods of time. Naturally, this offers far greater control of one’s own body than another, often being only capable of affecting a single part of someone else’s body, such as a part of their arm or leg. Anti-Unit, Target: 1/Self.

Include: Including Zosimos allows access to Cheirokmeta, though Zosimos seems much less eager to teach a student who doesn’t fully engross themselves, being less responsive to queries.

Install: Installing Zosimos grants his Noble Phantasms, Skills, Parameters, and the attire of an Ancient Egyptian nobleman, adorned with numerous golden ornaments and a headdress formed of bird bones and oryx horns.

Install Skills:
Item Construction B (True Rank: EX): As one of the first Alchemists in history, there is little that Zosimos’ skills are incapable of creating, with his powers being capable of creating things such as potent healing potions, and even cursed items.

Territory Creation C (True Rank: B): An alchemist that was simply devoted to the science of the universe, a standard workshop for a Caster Servant is what Zosimos is capable of creating.

Material Appraisal B (True Rank: A): The ability to understand the composition of an object, extending even to Noble Phantasms. So long as the item is not divine in nature, Zosimos is capable of understanding its structure by looking at it, though replicating a Noble Phantasm is nearly impossible, unless it were something used by another Caster with a similar skillset to his. True Names cannot be revealed by this.

Galvanism C (True Rank: B): A skill to convert raw energy based attacks and electricity into a user’s magical energy. At C rank, it still can cause damage to the wielder, but often the absorbed Mana will be more than sufficient for the damage taken.

Dreamer of The Ideal Self E (True Rank: E) A skill born of the delusions of a man who thought that to live forever he must die and reconstitute, be subsumed and reformed into the idealized self that he sought after. An almost useless skill that simply causes the user to become more stubborn as to their own correctness, with no actual ability to rank up or down upon mastery.

Install Appearance: The user gains the bird born, oryx horned, blue cloth covered headdress of Zosimos, as well as part of their body already becoming affected by Right Eye of the World and converting into an unusual strong, golden type of material at their fingertips and along their forearms.

Servant Biography: A man who existed in the 4th century AD in Egypt, Zosimos is one of the first recorded alchemists in history, and the first alchemist to “discover” homunculi. His life is shrouded in mystery, leading to much of his life and personality being known only through his writings and accounts to his apprentices. An eccentric man, obsessed with the idea of Divine Spirits being involved in the science of Alchemy, and who often dreamt of the idea of ancient angels bedding women and teaching them the alchemical arts. He saw the distillation and managing of materials as being equivalent to spiritual purification, and redemption of the spirit.

He was often stated to be more fond of using diagrams and kinetic learning to teach his pupils the Alchemical arts, and served as the gateway between the Ancient Egyptian ideology behind the first practices of Alchemy to the now-practiced Alchemy taught at the Clock Tower. His final manuscript, the Book of Keys, was written to his stubborn apprentice Theosebeia, and it is said that a mere glance was all it took for his work to be understood by her, serving as the final parting gift of the man who failed to obtain immortality.

Servant Personality: A man obsessed with the spiritual aspect of all things, he was a man possessed by his intellect and sympathy, often seeing the “trapped” spirit of things, and seeking to free them into a more beautiful form. He often viewed himself, and humanity as this as well, seeking to transgress into the realm of the Gods by creating the ideal man. He is incredibly sentimental, and understanding of others to the point that he is capable of creating the perfect learning material for them after being with them for a while.

In terms of being a Magus, Zosimos would admonish the base cruelty of the Clock Tower Alchemists as well as those of Atlas. He feels conflicted towards his current master’s lack of understanding for the spiritual side of Alchemy, but, much like Theosebeia, he intends to guide him on the right path.

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