The Irish Tree

Fate/Grand Order - Advent of the World Shattering Star

Quick mini-collab with Enkryption

Génépi and Geniality, morning meeting

Every morning at Chaldea was generally the same standard set of affairs for Masters, especially if you were on the reserve team. Wake up, physical training, relaxation period, a little more training, usually encouraged reading, and then sleep with meals between. And for one Master in particular, the day was started with a half-filled glass of locally produced génépi aged within the confines of her Mystic Code. Elise Barbette would smile in satisfaction as she swirled the cousin of absinthe around in her glass, saying: “Man, the locals know what they’re doing…of course, buying it unaged just means I’m saving money if it really is quality stuff.” Walking with pride down the halls, she’d get her morning meal and wash it down with the now-several-century old drink, satisfied with a bit of ‘me’ time before the actual physical training part of her day.

As she did, she'd nearly bump into Scarlett from a combination of her own burgeoning inebriation and the substitute teacher's toting of a large stack of dusty books and tomes. “Oh, my!” was about all the response she'd get.

”Oh, sorry!” Elise would say, deftly catching a dusty book that had fallen from the stack, placing it back on top. “...That’s…a lotta books. You sure you can carry all that?”

“I've been doing this all day,” Scarlett says, looking out from beneath her crimson hood.

”Its only Eight though-wait.” Elise would peek around the books, vaguely recognizing the woman. ”...No way. Scarlett!?”

“Are you one of my students,” Scarlett asks. “Class doesn't start until nine. I still have to prepare the lesson planner for the week, so you have a question, you can ask after class.”

“Huh?” Elise would ask, taken off guard. “...You’re not at Prague anymore. You know that right, Scarlett? You did bodyguard work for me for a while. Three years ago.”

Scarlett looked at Elise for a moment, and suddenly drew a chain from around her neck with a unique vial strung to it, and a crimson liquid inside; Elise would be carrying its twin, with crimson liquid inside as well - two drops of blood, shared between two people, and join as a pact of friendship and sacrifice.

“Elise Barbette. I remember you,"” Scarlett says. “Mayhaps, not the years. But, I remember you,” she says, “What happenstance to cross paths here.”

Elise would chuckle at the recollection, saying: ”Been a while, yeah. Best bodyguard I ever hired. …Though, what a coincidence that you’re here at Chaldea too. Recent hire?” Elise asked.

“I'm afraid I don't particularly know,” Scarlett admits, “I was teaching at the Clock Tower,” she says, “'Wide Spectrum Academia Professor,' is... or was... my title. I may be the only professor here.”

”I see…” Elise said. ”We should probably get a mage specialized in healing to look at your cognitive functions. For now though, I’ll give you a basic rundown. And, you should probably keep a diary.”

And so, Elise’s morning would be spent teaching Scarlett what Chaldea was, and generally what they were there for. Though she had no way of knowing Scarlett was a fellow Master of Team B, she would be frank and honest that she was worried about her memory.

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With the slightest of morning buzzes killed after spending a majority of her morning explaining things to Scarlett, Elise would take a brief walk around Chaldea with her hands in her pockets, figuring that today would just be another day spent on being the glamorous B-Team, of which only their Leader had seen active duty. ...Whatever happened to the rest of the former B-Team anyways?

Just when Elise was about to go back to her room, she'd receive the message to head to CHALDEAs. ...Well, at least she knew it wasn't disciplinary action, since it made zero sense to do that in the single most valuable facility in the entire building. That was a load off her shoulders, since she was sure that an old, grumpy man lecturing her might just make her head explode right now. ...Or...maybe it was finally some action that didn't involve a benchpress and squats.

With at least the most bare effort made to be punctual, Elise would arrive on time to see one of the other new members of Team B, Conner, poking fun at their leader for something she couldn't quite see from his back. Walking by, she'd tap Leon on the shoulder and pivot on her foot once she was past him and Conner, saying: "Finally some action, Captain? I've got some aged absinthe to take the tension off, if you're interested~"

Without warning, she'd also put an arm on Conner's shoulder, leaning on him slightly and saying: "You're invited too, Griggs. Drinking age is 18 for spirits here." ...Leon could probably tell, discipline wasn't one of Elise's strong suits, since she was already planning to drink on the job and get everyone roped in.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Sofia could feel her consciousness slipping away as her head was juggled round and round, certain that Brandy was abandoning her to her fate as she laughed away at her until her savior finally stood up for justice! And justice involved swift, violent retribution on the juggler's juggle-bits below the belt! Sofia couldn't help but let out a cheer as she was freed, before remembering that gravity existed and fully expected to need Brandy to scoop her brains back into her head with a spoon.

But then, her selfless comrade dove headlong into danger to protect her head, while her (frankly) useless body flailed around behind the crowd, accidentally shoving a few people aside while it stumbled around seeking its operator. The head took a few tries to screw her neck back together just right, but eventually Sofia would be back to normal, cheeks stained red at how embarrassing it was to be manhandled and tossed around in front of everyone. Her luck really was the worst.

Clearing her throat, the undead would say: "I'm grateful for your timely assistance...and, there are some advantages to my head being detachable. I can use it to coordinate with my body from a hiding spot...t-that is, so long as I maintain focus. My body spinning out of control was due to me being dizzy. But, maybe I should buy a choker...that way it doesn't happen by accident."

Meanwhile, Alice would beam as she spotted the graveyard job. This sounded right up their alley, since Sofia was already an undead. Worse came to worse, she could talk her way out of them all being haunted forever!

Excitedly, Alice would bring the job over and get the paperwork filled out, before charging off to excitedly drag her friends off to a literal haunted graveyard for money. After explaining, Alice beamed excitedly at Sofia, who was quivering in her boots. "B-But what if there are ghosts!?"

There would be a long pause, before Sofia cleared her throat, posing with a hand before her face, one eye shining through her fingers. "I mean, what if I have to slay ghosts!? Those poor souls have already suffered enough. I'm sure we can j-just talk it out..."

Alice would gently pull Brandy aside, whispering: "Do you...think she's scared of ghosts?"

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Happens. I'll try and get a post up within a day or so, sorry for the delay!

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Levia would be lying if she said the Dollhouse didn't unsettle her on an instinctual level. Whereas each member of the guild was a character that could feasibly be created through character building, Levia was more wild than civilized. This was the level of dread that a pig experienced walking into a jerky factory. ...Though...Levia also didn't know what a pig was aside from 'bacon's pre-evolution', so maybe that analogy didn't necessarily apply here.

Regardless, the chimera would gulp at seeing the strange skins surrounding the Dollhouse's mannequins corpses. ...Were they...really made of skin? They looked like the real thing, and Levia couldn't help but nervously touch one, shaking the mannequin back and forth for a bit before reeling away, hissing at it before following after Faetalis and the others. They had to at least be high level constructs to not disintegrate from her passive skills, which was only making her more on edge.

When it was revealed that they were going to be stuffed into suits, Levia had countless questions...such as, why Gammaton would need to use one instead of simply changing her host, and one very vital concern.

How were Levia's multitude of limbs that didn't exactly translate to a human physiology going to be accounted for? Would there be some manner of magic to obscure them? Or...would it be as gruesome as amputation, just to make her fit inside a human's flimsy skin. Clutching her tail defensively, Levia would tremble, saying: "I-I will go first, but only if you promise that I will not be losing my limbs permanently to impersonate a lowly human!"

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Elise Barbette

Name: Elise Barbette

Nicknames: Chaldea's #1 Boozehound

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Master of: Caster (Bunbuku Chagama)

Command Seal Location: Right Shoulder

Origin: Vintage

Appearance

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Personality: Elise is the kind of person that isn't afraid to speak her mind, possessing about as much pride as a normal mage living in their society would, minus the constant root-searching akasha-worshipping holier-than-thine-craft mentality, since...well, frankly, she couldn't care less about most things beyond what makes the most sense at the time. If you need money, find a way to get it. If you need a drink, go make one yourself. And if you need an excuse to perfect your magecraft, the pursuit itself should be worthwhile. Of course, this also means that she's also the kind of person that lives for the moment, valuing experiences for how enjoyable they seem rather than how important they are. Even if she isn't the kind of person to go out of her way for others, she's willing to lend a hand when needed, and is always ready to offer a drink to liven up the mood if she thinks it'd help.

She is also incredibly stubborn, to the extent that one wouldn't be surprised to find her in Chaldea's cafeteria, drinking herself under the table to prove a point to someone.

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Biography: The Barbette family is a lineage of mages that partake in an odd, non-standard form of potionmaking that stems from the ancient tradition of offering alcohol to divinity, considering this practice of offering something "brewed" to be a method of communicating with Divine Spirits. At the core of their magecraft is a yearning to understand the mysteries of the interaction between gods, man, and poison as a methodology and pushing the human mind to its limit to accept such mysteries.

...And then Elise was born, and proved herself to be utterly opposed to the philosophy of her forefathers. Rather than brewing alcohol with the purpose of communion and ritualistic purpose, she instead posited the theory that: "this swill would make a god hurl, of course they aren't answering you!" With an emphasis on both form and substance to her brews, the focus on taste proved as effective conduits to incorporate more complex ingredients, utilizing the mundane and extravagant both within her magecraft. Her approach focusing on taste proved not only beneficial to the long-term results of the family's practice, but also served to bolster their coffers exponentially, with "Barbette Select" becoming a common name among casual wine consumers within the past few years.

As for why a glorified wine-maker chose to take the test to became one of the select members of Team B in Chaldea, that lies in her firm belief that something as advanced as Rayshifting offered answers she couldn't even imagine. What was the actual flavor of the wine offered up to Dionysus? How did people of all walks of life create their alcohol? Why is it that among all human creations, inebriation was one of the first to be proven to date all the way back to the forefront of civilization in Tibsili? It was an equal part of understanding her duty to humanity and these nagging questions that lead the magus to contact Director Orson personally. Testing just like everyone else in the selection process, she would be slotted into the backup team, Team B.

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Magecraft Section

School of Magecraft: Dendrology, Potion crafting

Skills/Spells List:

Water Conversion: Alcohol: 7 times.
Accelerate Plant Growth: 4 times.
Entropic Infusion: This spell functions as a way to rapidly accelerate the relative time of an individual object, aging it to a maximum of 50 years. The effect can be ended early if she breaks contact with it, but the object will remain aged. A magic that stems from Barbette's family's crest. 6 times.
Strengthening Solution Alpha: Heightens the imbiber's natural muscle strength to its human limits. A short-term, cheap liquid form of Reinforcement prepared ahead of time. 3 times.
Phoenix Potion Beta: Regenerative potion that will consume the imbiber's stamina to repair their body. Can also be used on Servants, but actual healing magic would be better. 3 times.
Wiseman's Draught Delta: A potion designed to produce a noticeable increase in the user's Magical Circuit quality for a small amount of time. Used to prepare mostly for rituals. 2 times.
Ampelos Bakkheia: Confusing draught attributed to the Roman god Dionysus' lover, from whom the first vine was grown. A potion that is usually imbibed and then spit as a mist by the user, creating a cloying purple fog that poisons enemies and drives their five senses into overdrive. Noise becomes unbearable, Light becomes painful to see, and everything begins to overwhelm them. 1 time.
(Each potion could technically be imbibed/made more of, but doing so would have adverse effects on Elise.)

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B

Other: Possesses a Specialized Mystic Code created for use with her Magic Crest called the "Aegir Horn", which utilizes a limited form of her family's specialized magecraft to continually age any liquid stored inside of it, maintaining ideal conditions to age it perfectly. Zero combat usage.

Servant Sheet: Celtchar mac Uthechar

Class Name: Lancer

Nicknames: Lancer of Hot Iron

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Weapon(s): Lúin of Celtchar

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Abilities:

Skills (Custom ones are allowed Rate A-E):

Red-Hot Iron Rank C: An ability that Celtchar possesses embodying the legend of his daughter telling him of the weakness of Cognanchnes: Red-hot spits driven into the soles to deliver death. From this legend, Celtchar has gained the ability to continually damage the "capacity" of an enemy's fatal flaw, so long as he is aware of it. With enough damage dealt he is capable of making a known weakness grow far more severe should they trigger. If Celtchar isn't aware of the enemy's weakness, this skill is useless against them, even if he knows they have a weakness of some sort.

Animal Communication Rank B: Celtchar in legend was capable of calling to his faithful dog that had become a monstrous beast, quelling its rage and having it remember him as its master before he slew it. At this rank, giving orders to even Monstrous Beasts is possible if there's an incentive for them. Lower ranked beasts are inclined to follow Celtchar's orders.

Valor Rank B+: Celtchar slew three great beasts the likes of which few dared to go against as punishment for slaying the man who slept with his wife. Increases his physical attack prowess and decreases the effect of mental interference. Conditional boost based on whether the opponent could be considered a "Monster" instead of a human.

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Class Abilities:

Magic Resistance Rank C

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Base Parameters:

Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): B
Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): C
Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): B
Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): C
Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E
Noble Phantasm: (宝具, Hōgu?): B

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Noble Phantasms:
Name: Lúin of Celtchar
Quote: "Roar, Lúin! This boiling blood is yours! This poison is yours! Now feast!"
Rank: C-A (Depends on the amount of blood the spear is coated in.)
Type: Anti-Personnel
Range: 1
Description: The flaming lance of Celtchar, sparking madly as it gorges itself on blood and taint. A spear that burns the very air and screams as it cuts, devouring the opponent's blood that has soaked into it before hungrily lashing out for more. The rank of the Noble Phantasm increases the more "blood" is on the lance...or, in other words, the more Celtchar damages the opponent, the stronger the lance will become once it is unleashed.

Rather than launching a precise strike himself, at a point the flaming lance will go out of control and strike at its foe, an unpredictable wild beast possessed of a weapon that not even Celtchar can stop until its sated. However, usage of poison will counteract the bloodlust, lulling the spear to sleep. This is both a control mechanism and a weakness, but the lance's heat will not dissipate even if doused in poison.

Name: Cauldron of Restraint
Quote: "Alright, that's enough of that!"
Rank: E
Type: Anti-Noble Phantasm
Range: 1
Description: A gargantuan cauldron in legend that has become condensed into the form of a sheathe, functioning as a "blinder" for Celtchar's lance. Has no battle application, and functions as a way for Celtchar to quench his lance on his own terms, rather than bathing it in blood or un-manifesting it.

True Name: Celtchar mac Uthechar

Appearance

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Talked it out with Enkryption over PM's, and we'll be partnering up for Master/Servant pairs. He may need a bit of time though due to work.

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@Agunimon I stated on the lower end I'd consider accepting them without command seals on them. I guess Jeanne technically would be fine but things like Revelation are weird out of the hands of a player because as a GM am I supposed to just flat out give away who a servant would be for example.

@vancexentan

That's when you can fall back on the classic trope of "very vague visions that if interpreted wrong means that you make them happen by seeing them" for plot points.

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Elise Barbette

Name: Elise Barbette

Nicknames: Chaldea's #1 Boozehound

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Master of: Lancer (Celtchar)

Command Seal Location: Right Shoulder

Origin: Vintage

Appearance

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Personality: Elise is the kind of person that isn't afraid to speak her mind, possessing about as much pride as a normal mage living in their society would, minus the constant root-searching akasha-worshipping holier-than-thine-craft mentality, since...well, frankly, she couldn't care less about most things beyond what makes the most sense at the time. If you need money, find a way to get it. If you need a drink, go make one yourself. And if you need an excuse to perfect your magecraft, the pursuit itself should be worthwhile. Of course, this also means that she's also the kind of person that lives for the moment, valuing experiences for how enjoyable they seem rather than how important they are. Even if she isn't the kind of person to go out of her way for others, she's willing to lend a hand when needed, and is always ready to offer a drink to liven up the mood if she thinks it'd help.

She is also incredibly stubborn, to the extent that one wouldn't be surprised to find her in Chaldea's cafeteria, drinking herself under the table to prove a point to someone.

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Biography: The Barbette family is a lineage of mages that partake in an odd, non-standard form of potionmaking that stems from the ancient tradition of offering alcohol to divinity, considering this practice of offering something "brewed" to be a method of communicating with Divine Spirits. At the core of their magecraft is a yearning to understand the mysteries of the interaction between gods, man, and poison as a methodology and pushing the human mind to its limit to accept such mysteries.

...And then Elise was born, and proved herself to be utterly opposed to the philosophy of her forefathers. Rather than brewing alcohol with the purpose of communion and ritualistic purpose, she instead posited the theory that: "this swill would make a god hurl, of course they aren't answering you!" With an emphasis on both form and substance to her brews, the focus on taste proved as effective conduits to incorporate more complex ingredients, utilizing the mundane and extravagant both within her magecraft. Her approach focusing on taste proved not only beneficial to the long-term results of the family's practice, but also served to bolster their coffers exponentially, with "Barbette Select" becoming a common name among casual wine consumers within the past few years.

As for why a glorified wine-maker chose to take the test to became one of the select members of Team B in Chaldea, that lies in her firm belief that something as advanced as Rayshifting offered answers she couldn't even imagine. What was the actual flavor of the wine offered up to Dionysus? How did people of all walks of life create their alcohol? Why is it that among all human creations, inebriation was one of the first to be proven to date all the way back to the forefront of civilization in Tibsili? It was an equal part of understanding her duty to humanity and these nagging questions that lead the magus to contact Director Orson personally. Testing just like everyone else in the selection process, she would be slotted into the backup team, Team B.

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Magecraft Section

School of Magecraft: Dendrology, Potion crafting

Skills/Spells List:

Water Conversion: Alcohol: 7 times.
Accelerate Plant Growth: 4 times.
Entropic Infusion: This spell functions as a way to rapidly accelerate the relative time of an individual object, aging it to a maximum of 50 years. The effect can be ended early if she breaks contact with it, but the object will remain aged. A magic that stems from Barbette's family's crest. 6 times.
Strengthening Solution Alpha: Heightens the imbiber's natural muscle strength to its human limits. A short-term, cheap liquid form of Reinforcement prepared ahead of time. 3 times.
Phoenix Potion Beta: Regenerative potion that will consume the imbiber's stamina to repair their body. Can also be used on Servants, but actual healing magic would be better. 3 times.
Wiseman's Draught Delta: A potion designed to produce a noticeable increase in the user's Magical Circuit quality for a small amount of time. Used to prepare mostly for rituals. 2 times.
Ampelos Bakkheia: Confusing draught attributed to the Roman god Dionysus' lover, from whom the first vine was grown. A potion that is usually imbibed and then spit as a mist by the user, creating a cloying purple fog that poisons enemies and drives their five senses into overdrive. Noise becomes unbearable, Light becomes painful to see, and everything begins to overwhelm them. 1 time.
(Each potion could technically be imbibed/made more of, but doing so would have adverse effects on Elise.)

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B

Other: Possesses a Specialized Mystic Code created for use with her Magic Crest called the "Aegir Horn", which utilizes a limited form of her family's specialized magecraft to continually age any liquid stored inside of it, maintaining ideal conditions to age it perfectly. Zero combat usage.

Master finished up! Also, if Enkryption is having trouble making a Master, I could just pair up with them.

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@Enkryptionif you don't like a servant they can either die or be retired to chaldea

@vancexentan

I think what Enkryption was asking was what year limit is there for a servant's death before they're summonable. IE: Could you do Neil Armstrong as a servant even if he only died in 2012?

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Servant Sheet: Celtchar mac Uthechar

Class Name: Lancer

Nicknames: Lancer of Hot Iron

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Weapon(s): Lúin of Celtchar

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Abilities:

Skills (Custom ones are allowed Rate A-E):

Red-Hot Iron Rank C: An ability that Celtchar possesses embodying the legend of his daughter telling him of the weakness of Cognanchnes: Red-hot spits driven into the soles to deliver death. From this legend, Celtchar has gained the ability to continually damage the "capacity" of an enemy's fatal flaw, so long as he is aware of it. With enough damage dealt he is capable of making a known weakness grow far more severe should they trigger. If Celtchar isn't aware of the enemy's weakness, this skill is useless against them, even if he knows they have a weakness of some sort.

Animal Communication Rank B: Celtchar in legend was capable of calling to his faithful dog that had become a monstrous beast, quelling its rage and having it remember him as its master before he slew it. At this rank, giving orders to even Monstrous Beasts is possible if there's an incentive for them. Lower ranked beasts are inclined to follow Celtchar's orders.

Valor Rank B+: Celtchar slew three great beasts the likes of which few dared to go against as punishment for slaying the man who slept with his wife. Increases his physical attack prowess and decreases the effect of mental interference. Conditional boost based on whether the opponent could be considered a "Monster" instead of a human.

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Class Abilities:

Magic Resistance Rank C

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Base Parameters:

Strength: (筋力, Kinryoku?): B
Endurance: (耐久, Taikyū?): C
Agility: (敏捷, Binshō?): B
Magical Power: (魔力, Maryoku?): C
Good luck: (幸運, Kōun?): E
Noble Phantasm: (宝具, Hōgu?): B

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Noble Phantasms:
Name: Lúin of Celtchar
Quote: "Roar, Lúin! This boiling blood is yours! This poison is yours! Now feast!"
Rank: C-A (Depends on the amount of blood the spear is coated in.)
Type: Anti-Personnel
Range: 1
Description: The flaming lance of Celtchar, sparking madly as it gorges itself on blood and taint. A spear that burns the very air and screams as it cuts, devouring the opponent's blood that has soaked into it before hungrily lashing out for more. The rank of the Noble Phantasm increases the more "blood" is on the lance...or, in other words, the more Celtchar damages the opponent, the stronger the lance will become once it is unleashed.

Rather than launching a precise strike himself, at a point the flaming lance will go out of control and strike at its foe, an unpredictable wild beast possessed of a weapon that not even Celtchar can stop until its sated. However, usage of poison will counteract the bloodlust, lulling the spear to sleep. This is both a control mechanism and a weakness, but the lance's heat will not dissipate even if doused in poison.

Name: Cauldron of Restraint
Quote: "Alright, that's enough of that!"
Rank: E
Type: Anti-Noble Phantasm
Range: 1
Description: A gargantuan cauldron in legend that has become condensed into the form of a sheathe, functioning as a "blinder" for Celtchar's lance. Has no battle application, and functions as a way for Celtchar to quench his lance on his own terms, rather than bathing it in blood or un-manifesting it.

True Name: Celtchar mac Uthechar

Appearance

Figured I'd get my Servant squared away first and check for approval! Budget Hector Cu has landed.