Yukitamas

Fate/『 』Märchen

Tokyo: Ebisu -> All over the City -> Ginza Skylounge

Hunger and Play

So this was his respite, his moment of peace before battle. Living in a home that in of itself was both pride, status and torment. What a strange life his master had. His home was so different from the glen he left.

Well, he always had a choice even if he was discouraged. To walk a path that others discouraged, to walk a path that others wished for you to walk. To fulfill expectation and to defy it both were things he knew of.

“Mhm, that’s right isn’t it? There’s so much here. That’s how I felt when I arrived at the kingdom. There was just so much! And so many things I’d never seen either. Food, buildings, swords, armor, people. The world is so much bigger than I knew. Even if a castle is smaller than a forest. Even if a village is dwarfed by the plains. The weight and fun of human lives is just as big as any wildland.”

“...Speaking of weight think we can drink enough to match what we’ve had gram for gram?”

Their next hours were a blur of excess. But what was wrong with that? In the wilds the animals gorged themselves in times of plenty, preparing for the time of scarcity. This man, his master was someone who lived in a winter all his life.

“It’s very pretty.”

They ended up perhaps fittingly in a rooftop bar, one of the Tokyo sky lounges in Ginza. High above the ground, yet that height was something to simply admire the stars closer.

“Your dress that is, but you’re even prettier. Where did you get that ring by the way? It’s really nice, I’d like one like that too!”

And as it turned out the appetite of the man’s servant seemed to come with a lighthearted reaching out for people as well. The way he spoke to the women about was not that of a predatory beast, but rather a casual interest. Certainly it was an engagement caused by his pursuing initiative. But as masculine as the experience was it felt more a matter of simply that he was engaging in a core part of the “experience” in such merrymaking.

To flirt, and to engage with women was simply part of having fun. Along with wherever such a thing led to. The wholesome demeanor and attitude of Lancer clashed partially with the casual skirt-chasing,

“Hey master, I forgot to ask. Are you married? Because if not… Aha, maybe we’ll find out which warms up your heart better. A hotpot or a someone!”

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Tokyo: Ebisu/Ramen Stand

Joys of Eating/Sins of Remembered Heroes

“Ahhaa.. This is really nice.” the tall cheerful foreigner piped up as the chopsticks in his hand poked at the slice of pork belly, barely more solid than the fatty soup it bathed in as it practically dissolved and fell apart. “It’s hard to get enough of this isn’t it master? Mhmm, mhm. It was worth coming around for sure.” Noodles disappeared with obscene, loud slurping. Manners forgotten, or rather placed to the side as instead he pursuited a more base and yet sincere etiquette. Well, that as never his strength, even if he did learn overtime. In a time like this, in a place like this he simply planned to enjoy himself as a normal person.”

The plump, springy and dripping with stock chashu became its own stock, the fat basically a liquid upon touching his tongue. The meat soon followed as each chew was less a ripping through flesh and more a softly whispered request for it to simply fall apart.

“Ah, it’s good. It’s really good. Aha, don’t you think so? Oh but I wonder what it’d be with the curry. Isn’t it weird? It’s like mixing stew and soup together. Or maybe it’s like when you got a muddy puddle of water and the mud collects at the bottom? Or maybe they blend it really well?”

The fried rice that made for a more solid staple on the side started as a mound that swiftly disappeared. Spoon after spoon digging away casually. There was no sense of rushing, or rabid gourging. Rather his natural speed and state simply devoured what was in front of him quickly. None could doubt that he fully enjoyed what he had. If anything then it could be said that he did not pause at all, that there was no delay. Even as he spoke he smoothly filled the gaps between words with a gulp of beer from an overflowing pitcher with a crown of pure white bubbly foam. Enjoying the journey, chasing after the end. That was what he, the knight of the spear embodied.

“Oho, it’s here, it’s here!” Leaning forward, rear lifting ever-so slightly in anticipation and cheer. The chopsticks in his hands twirled as a sizzling iron-pan of pan-fried dumplings was placed in front of them. “The sesame oil, the sesame oil. We can’t forget that can we?” No regards to calories, measuring the consumption of food not in energy, whether it was biological or magical. He simply ate to enjoy the moment of feasting.

The crunch of the burnt flat surface, the mixture of chives, meat, garlic oil, soy sauce and vinegar dancing on his tongue. “Mhm. Even Gawain’d enjoy this. But what about you? Aha, you must be more used to this kind of stuff right? Even if this isn’t exactly food for you back home… Home, hm? What even is home like for you anyway, master?”

The sounds of his busy eating were ever present, noticeable above the chatter and background of the stall and streets. Alleyway after alleyway, small nook and cranny spreading through the city like tiny veins bringing people together in refuge after work, in sustenance and company showing the bustle of life. Even more than the leylines, even more than something like the health of a king or emperor such streets showed better both the health and sickness of the city and country alike. This was the thing that they as servants and magi threatened with their selfishness. This was then what they had to protect as heroes.

“Ah, before you ask what home means for me… to be honest it’s a place to rest your head where you know people you like. I’ve been told that’s dumb before, but it’s true. The real mark of a home I guess is if it’s something precious to those people you like, if it’s precious enough to fight for. Something like that was the little forest I left for my mom I guess. Something like that was the kingdom for my king. Ah. It was a lot of fun, but it was sad too. But it wouldn’t be sad if it wasn’t important.”

Without a trace of a frown he spoke of his past, of what could be regrets that ate at others. In the same breath that he talked about the mother he left in grief, and the king who gave his all for the kingdom only to find nothing but a hill of bloodied swords he brought the bowl of soup to his lips and guzzled it down.

“Ah. That was good. Yo, master. You say we go looking for a fight? Or for dessert? I’m fine with either.”

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<Snipped quote by Idol Theory>

That's fair. It's a fitting theme as well so it'll be interesting to see that pairing either way.

<Snipped quote by heroic2019>

Like I said before, I'm into going with Lancer if @Yukitamas wants to. He's the next most fitting Servant for Alex in my opinion.

@KoL

Oh.

I assumed you'd be with Caster so I paired with Brahelius Strombe over PMs.

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Fate/Campus Life.

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I suppose I can start poking people and interviewing the masters from my end today.

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Lancer of Camelot

Lancer

Percival: The Dolorous (M)ender

Short Bio/Synopsis:
Once there was a innocent ignorant youth living peacefully in a glen with naught but her mother and the company of a lively woods. To live simply in the wilds surrounded by nature, separated from man and their ways. A life away from the glory of the men of Britain, of the chivalry and the wisdom of man.. Yet that all changed when he witnessed strange men in the forest, knights. Enamoured he declared to his mother he wished to become one, to serve under the man spoken with such reverence by the knights, King Arthur. A man that was not just a man, kingship in the form of a human. A person no other could be like, no other could approach. Such an ideal was far from the simple life of simply seeking sustenance and humble existence as shared with his mother.

His mother lamented his choice and desires, having taken to such a secluded existence to spare them the heartbreak and suffering that came with such a life after to death of his father. Yet the youth could not be dissuaded. Given the gift of a ridiculous outfit to travel in to mark him as a fool so he may return humiliated and yet hale and whole. Percival traveled to Camelot. There, he slew the Knight Ither and claimed his belongings so as to become a knight clad in red.

A fool who became a knight, a knight who was foolish. Yet he was strong, holding the strength of a wildman and soon, with his prodigious talents, the skill of a champion. Becoming one of the Knights of the Round Table he soon became known as one of the elite knights of Arthur.

Yet left in the wake of those adventures and paths traveled are regrets. The admonishment of failing to ask a question, the shattering of a sword of virtue. Through penance and understanding he came to visit the castle again and claim the Grail or so it is said.

If asked about the Grail he would surely simply laugh off the matter and say that the grail to focus on is the grail that will be before the at the end of the war. Yet what is certain is that Percival has completed his journey.

Cleansed of regret, arriving to the final destination of what he was born for. The youth has become a peerless knight.

Stats:
STR: B
CON: B
AGI: B- (Representing the lack of control when utilizing his Noble Phantasm)
MGI:B
LCK: A
MR: B
NP: A+

Class Skill:
Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. A high rank for the Lancer class that's all in all unsurprising for those who know of his many adventures and exploits, along with his status as a knight worthy of the grail. If he were to hold a class that held a greater ability in this skill then…

Personal Skills:

Eye of the Mind (False: B+
The natural instinct and qualifications for a knight honed and sharpened by years of adventuring, experience and the attainment of wisdom. Growing out from the comforting and yet small Glen, the world of Lancer expanded. Yet likewise he has grown far from the fool, and now takes up arms as one of the perfect knights of the spear. In some circumstances Percival is able to see to the end of courses. His life and experience coming to form a sort of insight that goes beyond mere knowledge for such things. A bonus essentially to plotting his course and focusing on achieving it.

Question Dolorous: -
The healing question that restores all to its rightful state. An ability of healing and mystery that lifted the wound caused by the Pillar. It is an ability born of Percival’s virtue and the mystery of the Grail Quest and Castle. It is something that goes beyond healing just the physical. Misfortune, ruin for both the people and land were restored. Whether it be individuals, objects, or even the land and leylines themselves all manner of things can be healed by Lancer. In a sense a Crazy Diamond-esque ability of restoration and reversion.

Virtuous End: B+
The end result of a story. The knight becomes a lord as proof of his virtue and completes his quest. All heroic spirits are completed existences, finished stories that have had their final page written with a Fin. Such a state and nature is all the more pronounced in Percival who chased and chased after his destined and intended end of becoming a great pious knight. No matter the stumbling block or loss he encountered on the way he has without doubt become the knight worthy of a Grail.

To change the nature or state of Percival is a fruitless endeavor. Even something akin to blackening or staining him otherwise impossible. For the most part one could say it' to be an immunity to status effects and burdens that would diminish his status as a pious knight. Whether it be madness, unchivalrous charms and compulsions, or a mutilating of his form.

Noble Phantasm:

Name/Tile: Brace Longinus : Charge The End, Man of Corbenic
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description:
The Lance of Longinus. A spear with a light similar to that which fastens the world of the human order to the surface of the planet. Such a peerless light would scorch all enemies before him with as much devastation as the spear of the end…. Or so it would if it were used in such a fashion. Not fully unsealed by Lancer, he instead utilizes it in a different more unique fashion. Combined with his own abilities, Lancer “braces” the lance against the leylines and land, connecting to it utilizing it’s nature as a pillar for a temporal-enactment. Connecting to the land and using its energy and support in a reversal of the dolorous strike by the lance that ruined it. The energy both floods and rejects Lancer, sending him blasting forward at his target at extreme speeds, garbed in a massive light of energy to rival and exceed even that of dragons or holy swords.
Infused with such energy normally even the body of a hero or spirit would break down.. And break down it does. But with his ability to restore Lancer continuously heals himself, allowing him to harness the power beyond his limits. The magical energy swirls and spins along with his circuits, drilling into whatever stands in his way. Yet even covered and defended by such a potent power this can only be called an hyper-offensive high risk attack.

Utilizing a limited release he otherwise utilizes a lower scale version of the Noble Phantasm to coat himself in energy akin to a phantasmal beast’s aura. Yet the cost for such a burst and coating is the loss of fine control. To fight in such a way would be foolhardy if not for his experience and instinct. Chasing after the end he seeks, he becomes a human missile and lance.

As for what such a ridiculous and reckless fighting style is called by him. He calls it Horseless Jousting. A knightly form of combat that can be brought forth without any limitation or reliance on mounts.

As a side note… it seems that upon witnessing this attack, the Wizard Merlin found himself with inspiration on instruction for a fair maiden knight with a dazzling shield.

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It doesn’t make any sort of a difference so I can just erase it.

Also if the daughters gonna try what I think she’s gonna, Percy’s gonna be disappointed. Oh well it’s hard to give fatherly advice when identities are masked.

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The Anti-Fortress is a matter of just saying hey it’s Longinus so it’s the same as Rhongo.

Not that he uses it as a beam so it’s just there for flavor.

As a technique that targets and focuses himself it’s anti-unit.

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For something made from Wiki-stuff it's certainly not too bad. I've seen way way worse. Certainly it's messy and clunky in some aspects but the idea is clear enough.

@heroic2019 I was actually going to avoid going the mystic eyes route because they are supposed to be relatively rare and I'm sure another master may want to have mystic eyes. But, you are right that she would probably already be able to enhance herself with runes...

I will definitely keep it in mind though. I also very much like the idea of making the cards into spell containers. In that case I may change her deck mystic code to simply a "deck box" that can instantly enchant any card (or card shaped object) that is put into it.

@Yankee

Mystic eyes aren't all that rare. It's more about the level of mystic eyes that determines if it's something rare or not. Stuff like the basic sort are manufactureable. Things on the ranking of Jewels are a big deal. But there's plenty of in-between and go for whatever is my advice.

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It's funny that I was planning on using him considering a certain other character already shown in this game...

Lancer of Camelot

Lancer

Percival: The Dolorous (M)ender

Short Bio/Synopsis:
Once there was a innocent ignorant youth living peacefully in a glen with naught but her mother and the company of a lively woods. To live simply in the wilds surrounded by nature, separated from man and their ways. A life away from the glory of the men of Britain, of the chivalry and the wisdom of man.. Yet that all changed when he witnessed strange men in the forest, knights. Enamoured he declared to his mother he wished to become one, to serve under the man spoken with such reverence by the knights, King Arthur. A man that was not just a man, kingship in the form of a human. A person no other could be like, no other could approach. Such an ideal was far from the simple life of simply seeking sustenance and humble existence as shared with his mother.

His mother lamented his choice and desires, having taken to such a secluded existence to spare them the heartbreak and suffering that came with such a life after to death of his father. Yet the youth could not be dissuaded. Given the gift of a ridiculous outfit to travel in to mark him as a fool so he may return humiliated and yet hale and whole. Percival traveled to Camelot. There, he slew the Knight Ither and claimed his belongings so as to become a knight clad in red.

A fool who became a knight, a knight who was foolish. Yet he was strong, holding the strength of a wildman and soon, with his prodigious talents, the skill of a champion. Becoming one of the Knights of the Round Table he soon became known as one of the elite knights of Arthur.

Yet left in the wake of those adventures and paths traveled are regrets. The admonishment of failing to ask a question, the shattering of a sword of virtue. Through penance and understanding he came to visit the castle again and claim the Grail or so it is said.

If asked about the Grail he would surely simply laugh off the matter and say that the grail to focus on is the grail that will be before the at the end of the war. Yet what is certain is that Percival has completed his journey.

Cleansed of regret, arriving to the final destination of what he was born for. The youth has become a peerless knight.

Stats:
STR: B
CON: B
AGI: B- (Representing the lack of control when utilizing his Noble Phantasm)
MGI:B
LCK: A
MR: B
NP: A+

Class Skill:
Magic Resistance: B
Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for them to be affected. A high rank for the Lancer class that's all in all unsurprising for those who know of his many adventures and exploits, along with his status as a knight worthy of the grail. If he were to hold a class that held a greater ability in this skill then…

Personal Skills:

Eye of the Mind (False: B+
The natural instinct and qualifications for a knight honed and sharpened by years of adventuring, experience and the attainment of wisdom. Growing out from the comforting and yet small Glen, the world of Lancer expanded. Yet likewise he has grown far from the fool, and now takes up arms as one of the perfect knights of the spear. In some circumstances Percival is able to see to the end of courses. His life and experience coming to form a sort of insight that goes beyond mere knowledge for such things. A bonus essentially to plotting his course and focusing on achieving it.

Question Dolorous: -
The healing question that restores all to its rightful state. An ability of healing and mystery that lifted the wound caused by the Pillar. It is an ability born of Percival’s virtue and the mystery of the Grail Quest and Castle. It is something that goes beyond healing just the physical. Misfortune, ruin for both the people and land were restored. Whether it be individuals, objects, or even the land and leylines themselves all manner of things can be healed by Lancer. In a sense a Crazy Diamond-esque ability of restoration and reversion.

Virtuous End: B+
The end result of a story. The knight becomes a lord as proof of his virtue and completes his quest. All heroic spirits are completed existences, finished stories that have had their final page written with a Fin. Such a state and nature is all the more pronounced in Percival who chased and chased after his destined and intended end of becoming a great pious knight. No matter the stumbling block or loss he encountered on the way he has without doubt become the knight worthy of a Grail.

To change the nature or state of Percival is a fruitless endeavor. Even something akin to blackening or staining him otherwise impossible. For the most part one could say it' to be an immunity to status effects and burdens that would diminish his status as a pious knight. Whether it be madness, unchivalrous charms and compulsions, or a mutilating of his form.

Noble Phantasm:

Name/Tile: Brace Longinus : Charge The End, Man of Corbenic
Rank: A+
Type: Anti-Unit (Anti-Fortress)
Range: - (1-99)
Maximum Number of Targets: 1(1-1000)
Description:
The Lance of Longinus. A spear with a light similar to that which fastens the world of the human order to the surface of the planet. Such a peerless light would scorch all enemies before him with as much devastation as the spear of the end…. Or so it would if it were used in such a fashion. Not fully unsealed by Lancer, he instead utilizes it in a different more unique fashion. Combined with his own abilities, Lancer “braces” the lance against the leylines and land, connecting to it utilizing it’s nature as a pillar for a temporal-enactment. Connecting to the land and using its energy and support in a reversal of the dolorous strike by the lance that ruined it. The energy both floods and rejects Lancer, sending him blasting forward at his target at extreme speeds, garbed in a massive light of energy to rival and exceed even that of dragons or holy swords.
Infused with such energy normally even the body of a hero or spirit would break down.. And break down it does. But with his ability to restore Lancer continuously heals himself, allowing him to harness the power beyond his limits. The magical energy swirls and spins along with his circuits, drilling into whatever stands in his way. Yet even covered and defended by such a potent power this can only be called an hyper-offensive high risk attack.

Utilizing a limited release he otherwise utilizes a lower scale version of the Noble Phantasm to coat himself in energy akin to a phantasmal beast’s aura. Yet the cost for such a burst and coating is the loss of fine control. To fight in such a way would be foolhardy if not for his experience and instinct. Chasing after the end he seeks, he becomes a human missile and lance.

As for what such a ridiculous and reckless fighting style is called by him. He calls it Horseless Jousting. A knightly form of combat that can be brought forth without any limitation or reliance on mounts.

As a side note… it seems that upon witnessing this attack, the Wizard Merlin found himself with inspiration on instruction for a fair maiden knight with a dazzling shield.