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Fate/Crimson Dusk - War of Light, Grey, and Dark

If you can maintain eye contact with them you can see their statistics. I don't recall masters being able to read skills I could be mistaken.

Fate/Crimson Dusk - War of Light, Grey, and Dark

"Well bugger me someone woke up on the wrong side of Christ's bedchambers this morning. There are much politer ways to barge into the headmaster's office you know! Especially when he isn't even here." complained Anderson as he stared at the insolent young lady who barged in unannounced. "If it were up to me you'd be flogged for your impoliteness young miss. However it is obvious it is not. To answer your question though of course I'm a member of the bloody church. Do you think I wear this stuff because it makes me feel like a pretty princess?" Anderson said as he laughed. Orson looked disdainfully at Esmeralda as he shook his head apparently he was not pleased with the noise he had grown to like the group assembled until this moment. No doubt Anderson would be happy to know..."The second church executor correct? You're not mage association I would know." Orson questioned the young lady as Anderson's grin grew into a more sadistic smile. "Well then...if that's true then it IS up to me! You know I'm surprised you don't recognize me. Kind of a living legend and all that among the Vatican's group. Guess the means you must be from some smaller sub group. All the same you know it's a sin to be rude to thy neighbors miss." Anderson commented as he stared with a chuckle through his glasses at the younger executor.

Leon sat quietly in his seat he choose not to get involved with the whole situation what happened between the church stayed in the church. Presumably why there was so many accusations against it in the first place. He wouldn't say anything to either Executor's face but the fact remained he had no place talking out to either of them. He was simply here to respond to the call of aid from the Clocktower Mages.

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Give me a moment

@Seirei No Hai

"Nine Hours later..."

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"Miss Teresa I welcome you to this meeting of ours. I am glad that you chose to accept our invitation here. If not we may have been much worse off without your help. You stand with Maxwell Anderson, Leon Winchester, and August Thane you may acquaint yourself with them if you choose. If not at least recognize your future allies if you chose to go through with this." Orson said as he getured around him pointing out when naming names. He made sure to speak clearly, and without hesitation. "Don't worry about it lad. I'm just particularly specific about word choosing when it comes to another's life. Perhaps I came off to strong. Need not worry about offending me, I have thick skin. As for you Miss Teresa I hope that you're doing well." Anderson stated as he looked at his watch. "How much longer do you expect the others to take coming here?" asked Anderson to Orson who looked at his cell phone's clock before nodding and turning his head up at the others, "About ten to twenty minutes I would expect." Orson stated as Anderson nodded, "Fair enough we shall wait then."

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Anderson almost laughed at the trust part but managed to keep it stiffed to a brief chuckle. He shook his head as he looked at August and shook his head. "Trust lad is 'earned' only by the fact that it can be given. I have lived a long time. I've killed plenty of men in the name of the angels, and the church, and all sorts of folk. Never have I ever given someone 'trust'. I give them respect. Trust implies you're willing to give the man next to you your life. And in turn they can throw that life away. Respect on the other hand means that you can understand, and work with them while still keeping your life in your own hands." Anderson told the younger individual as he rolled his shoulder around in a circle stretching his limbs. "No one truly 'trusts' another person without being a daft fool, at least in my own opinion. I mean no disrespect at all but I must feel if we're to be 'brothers' in this crusade to rend the unworthy of the great Holy Grail that we should be on the same page. Time will tell if you're worthy of my respect sir. And maybe time will tell if I'm worthy of yours. It's all a matter of prospective to be honest at the end of the day. All that matters is that we make the world a better place by the time we're done. Sound good to me?" Anderson stated as Leon looked up at the man. He wasn't sure if he liked this Anderson person.

Leon wasn't so blind to believe that 'trust' wasn't a subjective term. It can be used it many different ways but it seemed Anderson's perspective on things as to keep everyone at arms length while giving them just enough room to be called 'friend'. Leon preferred to believe in people were better than that. Of course humans were also the lowest form of scum out there at the same time. For all of Leon's talent he was still a naive young man in a big world with many horrors. Sheltered more than some, and stronger than many he in himself was not fit to judge Anderson's own philosophy. But he would still speak his own mind. "I can't say I agree but I understand what Anderson says. Still I look forward to working with you too August. I hope you're a talented mage. We need no dead weight. Oh sorry that came out wrong I mean in...whatever this holy grail war entails is something that we as a group need no one who may lead us down a bad path. I hope you understand what I'm saying. I'm not trying to be rude." Leon said trying to be casual but coming off more rude than he intended he tried to back up and apologize without appearing weak.

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"Indeed I am I see my reputation proceeds me though you are from these parts if I am not incorrect Mister Thane?" commented Director Orson rather dryly as he acknowledged the man's presence after coming in. "I appreciate that you have taken the advice of your father, and have come to join us in this endeavor. The Mage Association has many mages few of which are truly capable of being masters. We have judged you to be of such quality. I'm not sure if you've heard of this one but this is Paladin Anderson. You may know him better as 'God's Stick'. A rather powerful church operator." Orson said to Thane as he gestured to Anderson who chuckled. "Ha that nickname is for sniveling bureaucratic nonsense. All that matters is getting the job done which is why I was sent here to take care of business. Its only a shame I have to get you all involved in this. If there were less servants there may have not been a need to call you all in. But more to the point at hand. A pleasure to meet you too bucko. Names like the good Director said. Maxwell Anderson. I am not but a servant of the all mighty lord, and savior Jesus Christ." commented Anderson further with a friendly tone. "Yeah I don't got any impressive nicknames myself. Some people call me 'Black Hand' but that's just a call sign more than anything. I'm Leon. Leon Winchester." Leon told the man he really had no intention of saying anything but if introductions were to be made he may a well get to the point of things. It would be rude to just sit back, and do nothing while the others introduced themselves. Leon looked down at his own casual attire, and wondered if he really could have dressed better. At least he brought a coat but that just made him look like a kid in big boy shoes in his opinion.

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The Director will be offering you all catalysts to do so if you haven't gotten one by yourself. He will offer you the chance to summon at the Clocktower if not then he will allow you to summon your servants when you get to Poland.

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London, Clocktower Mage Association HQ

Chapter 0 - Prologue to a Terrible War

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The afternoon day here in London was a nice one, and the sun shined brightly around the city. The Clocktower that the Mages trained in the Clocktower went about their everyday activities doing what they would to further their own knowledge. However the Clocktower today was holding a little darker shade then it usually did, and the Clocktower was home to many dark secrets already. Today the Team of Black was being formed. Church Officials, and Mage Associates all gathering to form an alliance against the Family Grey. The mage family known for their mage superiority views now held the keys to the Holy Grail. However only the top officials knew the exact details. In order to assure secrecy the Association has yet to tell the exact details to those outside their domain in order to prevent leakage of their plans. Thus the group was gathering at the Clocktower in order to form a more cohesive group. Normally the Association would go for mercenaries, and thugs for a job like this however with the Greys being former Mage Association members they have decided to make this more personal. The Association had left Director Orson Archibald as the one in charge of Allied forces. The Church for their part was sending a master of their craft their way as well. It was in the headmaster's office that the group would be meeting. The world would change for the better, or for the worse this day as a Great Holy Grail War was to start.

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Leon stepped through the halls moving out of the way of a few students here, and there. It was on this day that he had arrived with his contact that had met with his parents. His breathing was calm but it was underlayed with a nervous tension. He wasn't use to big time missions like this. Ever since his father completed his training as a wind elemental mage he was just going about his life as he tried to manage something to make his life worth living. His grand father insisted he live life to the fullest, and that 'life's complications can fuck themselves'. His father cautioned a more honest, and straightforward approach to learn the secrets of magecraft. In the end he got involved with the local tournament organizers. Unlike European mages the midwest North American Mages like Leon had a more combative sense around them. While working on contemporary mage to reach the root was still precedent it made many mages choose a more passive route; others chose to fight in arenas to improve their physical bodies, and their skills with more offensive magics. It was in the world of mage fighting that Leon honed his skills. And in place of his parents here he was.

Leon looked about the beautiful area that sprawled out in all directions around him was ancient, as it was full of potential. This place was sacred ground for up and coming noble families for the Association. It made him wonder what his life would be if he had turned out just a little differently. If he had come here from his hometown instead of staying with his father. It would have made his life a whole lot different no doubt. He wondered if it would be for the better. Leon looked at the pot in his satchel that he had brought with him. It contained the components for the summoning ceremony. He wondered who's ashes these belonged to. He considered how many heroes were burnt to death. It was a grim subject. If he was truly to become a 'master' then he would need to put the thoughts out of his mind of what it meant. Uncle Collins told him once, 'a man chooses, and a slave obeys' he didn't want to be a slave. He couldn't imagine whoever this was in his satchel would want to be too. But it was simply the fate that had been chosen for both of them.

As Leon rounded a corner he looked for the office of the Headmaster. He had been told where to go by a younger mage he had ran into at the front of the clocktower. It wouldn't be much longer until he got there. It was hard to keep pace, and not lose himself in the sprawling corridors of this place. No doubt others found it easier if they lived here, and learned what it meant to be a mage here. But to him it was a mess. As he nearly bumped into a master mage carrying some boxes he apologized, and moved out of the way and finally arrived at the office. He knocked on the door, and someone inside told him to enter. As he entered he saw a large man with scars on his face wearing a long white jacket staring at him with indifference but them smiled at him when he noticed Leon was looking at him. He had messy brown hair, and grey eyes. His body was muscular but not to a freakish extent. And his size made Leon a bit intimidated he wondered how many fights this man had survived. At a desk sat the man called Director Orson. He wore a black vest with a red tie. His graying hair was slicked back, and he looked at Leon through cold blue eyes. His professional nature spoke volumes about him as he reeked of a man who had spent his life teaching those younger than him. Still Leon could not help but feel as if he was staring at a terrifying man. Leon had not met him but he was known by many as a great mage. He was not the head master they were simply borrowing the office for sake of convenience. "Why hello there son! How are you doing this fine day?" the man in white said to Leon as he nodded at him in return,

"I'm fine nice to meet you, I'm Leon, Leon Winchester. It is a pleasure to meet you sirs." Leon said as he nodded his head at them. "Winchester? Ha there's a name I never thought I'd see pop up again. Your grand dad was a pain in my ass when I was a younger man you know. All the same you shouldn't worry we're all friends here. I have a colleague around here somewhere. Should be here soon. Oh and my name is Maxwell Anderson. But please just call me Anderson." the man said as Director Orson cleared his voice, "I hope the others will show up soon. If not we will simply proceed with business as we should. I specifically marked today as a meeting day for everyone. If no one else shows up I can only assume they are operating on their own volition." Director Orson said calmly as he motioned for Leon to take one of the chairs in the office. Leon obliged with a quick thanks to the Director.

Fate/Crimson Dusk - War of Light, Grey, and Dark

Had a shitty day going to rest and make a post tomorrow.

Fate/Crimson Dusk - War of Light, Grey, and Dark

Alright well thanks for the interest. I guess Anderson will take up Assassin, and Caster will be taken up by another npc.