FATE/Twilight Flicker: Split Daybreak OMAKE files
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FATE/Twilight Flicker: Split Daybreak OMAKE files
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Use any troop captain of the Shinsengumi...might be interesting to use Okita as an assassin.
__________________ Into terror!, Into valour! Charge ahead! No! Never turn Yes, it's into the fire we fly And the devil will burn! - Scarlett Pimpernell
*does some research*
Hmm. I'm thinking Serizawa Kamo and Temujin. Good? Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
kamo is too hot headed IMO..Temujin....he'll do very nicely.
__________________ Into terror!, Into valour! Charge ahead! No! Never turn Yes, it's into the fire we fly And the devil will burn! - Scarlett Pimpernell
Wad.
.v. Zhao Yun would own you anyday Cu! .v. (Btw, it's interesting that most of the heroes seem to be from the European area in the anime at least) Rider II: Genghis Khan. Fear the Mongol horsemen no? Or how about: Rana Sanga of the Rajputs? "Rider. What... do you trample people with an elephant?"
Luxembourg Castle
June 1430 So much for trying to sneak out, Shiro thought. It was simple enough. Try and sneak out of the castle thru the postern gate before anyone noticed their prize prisoner was gone. The unfortunate appearance of a female castle servant on her way to the jakes spoiled it. The servant was too far away to quiet quickly without killing her with his bow. And his companion forbade him to do that. You cannot kill an innocent Shiro agreed with her, but the tactical situation has steadily deteriorated. His companion was surprisingly skilled with the sword he imaged for her. Her eyes widened when the broadsword appeared before his hands, but she said nothing otherwise. The path to the gate was littered with broken and bleeding bodies. But each fight, even if it was over in a minute, took too long. Now the rest of the castle garrison was blocking their path to freedom. Shiro was going thru the options when a voice rang out in command. Stay your weapons. I would have words with our prisoner..and her rescuer. A richly dressed lady appeared out of the shadows and stood boldly in front of the pair. Good evening...or should I say, good morning, Jehanne? Are you tired of our hospitality, already? she asked with a weary, but heartfelt smile. Lady Joan, Jehanne replied with a weary nod. It would have been better... if your goddom guest didnt try to rape me!, she spat out Lady Joans eyes widened. Whatever she was about to say interrupted by Shiro who spoke in flat tones. True. The pig was getting ready to rip her clothes off when I interrupted his..fun. He continued in warmer tones. Unfortunately for him, he forgot to lock the door cell behind him. You should have seen the look on his face when he discovered his mistake. Isee. In that case, I thank you for safeguarding her honor and virtue, Sir.?, Lady Joan asked. I am called the Knight of the Bow, Lady Joan, Shiro replied with a respectful nod of the head. Well thenSir Knight of the Bow. Can I ask you to lay down your arms? There are forty knights and twice as many archers and footmen in the castles garrison. There is no chance of winning your way to freedom? That may be true. Then again, maybe not. Tell me, is there any guarantee that Jehanne, Shiro nodded his head at his companion, will receive true justice? Lady Joan opened and then slowly closed her mouth. No, she replied sadly. Not while the English desires to rule all of France. My nephew is negotiating right now to sell her to the English. Then, as an ally of justice, I cannot lay down my arms. Countess Joan of Luxembourg, castellaine of Luxembourg castle, has been wracking her brains for a way to help Jehanne, once she learned of her nephew, the Count of Luxembourgs, intent. Once Jehanne is in English hands, they will try and burn her as a witch without question or hesitation. This may be a heaven sent chance to save Jehanne. She moved closer to Shiro as she spoke in a very low voice. Then, as a fellow ally of justice, let me see to helping you win her freedom. _____ Why not?..we all thought intially Jehanne was Saber. Edit2: That's what I get for having a brainstorm at 2 in the morning *grumble* __________________ Into terror!, Into valour! Charge ahead! No! Never turn Yes, it's into the fire we fly And the devil will burn! - Scarlett Pimpernell Quote:'s good. Just ran it through a spot of editsu, and it cleans up very nicely ^_^. Luxembourg Castle June 1430 So much for sneaking out, Shiro thought. The plan had been simple enough. Try and escape the castle through the postern gate before anyone noticed their prized prisoner was gone. The unfortunate appearance of a female castle servant on her way to the jakes went a long way towards spoiling it. She was too far away to quiet quickly without killing her with his bow, and his companion, the abovementioned prisoner, forbade him to do that. "You cannot kill an innocent." Shiro agreed, but the tactical situation had steadily deteriorated since. The only possible consolation in the given situation being the fact that his companion was surprisingly skilled with the sword he'd Imaged for her. Her eyes had widened when the broadsword had appeared in his hands, seemingly out of thin air, but she'd said nothing otherwise. As things stood, though, the path to the gate was littered with broken and bleeding bodies, and despite their own lack of injury outside of a few scrapes and bruises each fight, no matter how brief, had still taken far too long. Now the rest of the castle garrison was blocking their path to freedom. Shiro was going through the options available to them when a voice rang out in command. "Stay your weapons. I would have words with our prisoner..and her rescuer." A richly dressed lady appeared out of the shadows and stood boldly in front of the pair. "Good evening ... or should I say, good morning, Jehanne? Are you tired of our hospitality, already?" she asked with a weary, but heartfelt smile. "Lady Joan", Jehanne replied with a weary nod. "It would have been better... if your guest had not tried to rape me!" she spat out Lady Joan's eyes widened. Whatever she was about to say interrupted by Shiro, who spoke in flat tones. "True. The pig was getting ready to rip her clothes off when I interrupted his ... fun." He continued more conversationally. "Unfortunately for him, he forgot to lock the door cell behind him. You should have seen the look on his face when he discovered his mistake." "I ... see. In that case, I thank you for safeguarding her honor and virtue, Sir ...?", Lady Joan asked. "I am called the Knight of the Bow, Lady Joan," Shiro replied with a respectful nod. "Well then ... Sir Knight of the Bow". Can I ask you to lay down your arms? There are forty knights and twice as many archers and footmen in the castle's garrison. There is no chance of winning your way to freedom." "Perhaps. Then again, perhaps not. Tell me, is there any guarantee that Jehanne," Shiro inclined his head towards his companion, "will receive true justice if we do so?" Lady Joan opened and then slowly closed her mouth. "No," she replied sadly. "Not while the English desire to rule all of France. My nephew is negotiating right now to sell her to the English." "Then, as an ally of justice, I cannot lay down my arms." Countess Joan of Luxembourg, castellaine of Luxembourg castle, had been wracking her brains for a way to help Jehanne, once she learned of her nephew, the Count of Luxembourg's, intent. Once Jehanne was in English hands, they would try and burn her as a witch without question or hesitation. And in these recent, unexpected events, she saw what could be considered a heaven sent chance to save Jehanne. She moved closer to Shiro as she spoke in a very low voice. "Then, as a fellow ally of justice, let me see to helping you win her freedom." -Griever still computerless When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force. When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm "My pleasure," he said softly. "Call me Caster." "'Tatarusha'..." she whispered, trying to place why the word would be familiar, and then she translated it in her head and aborted an attempt at sitting up when the pain surged back to the fore. "...the War." "Where seven Masters and seven Servants come to a distant land and contend together in a war for the one and only Holy Grail... Yes." But that was wrong. She shouldn't be the one. "But I'm the younger child..." He snorted. "And that means what to me? The one speaking the words doesn't matter - it's the power that does the trick, and no matter how those two wastes of flesh tried to hide it, that was yours." He turned his head slightly, and wouldn't look at her. "Besides, you deserve my service. They never could, and I'm a mage myself - I'm not so easy to compel." Not so easy to... Her blood ran cold. He had defied her brother - defied her grandfather - and then come here, where they'd - where he'd... "You... have to go!" she hissed. "They'll come... and..." "I won't let them lay a finger on you!" he retorted. Damn, but Sakura's hard to write. ETA: Griever, I had a thought - once Berserker gets whacked (which'll probably happen earlier than in canon), Ilya's going to be on the lookout for a new Servant. If 'Longinus' had already lost his boss at that point, we'd be saved the trouble of developing at least one troublesome original character... Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
... yesssss, that would work well, wouldn't it? Perhaps like ... so? Stealing the original Lancer's plotline.
The sound of steel on flesh, then bone, was loud to the point of being almost deafening when compared to the nearly all-encompassing stillness that had been before and came after ... ... the body limply falling to the church floor wasn't quite as loud, but it did sound more oppressive somehow ... "... damnit, that felt weird. What the hell is ..." said the form which faded into being near the entrance, words halting as soon as it beheld the sight. Kotomine Kirei removed the blood from his blade with a negligent flick of the wrist, sparing a momentary glance of distaste at the flecks that had settled onto his garments before returning his attention to the Servant ... ... who wasn't all that much to look at. A boy, no more than sixteen, likely less at first glance, the only unusual things about him being the white hair and red eyes which made him think of the Einzbern homunculus. "As you can see, you are currently in need of a Master," the priest stated. "I find myself in need of a Servant. Certainly, I would be more competent than this one, hence your chance of attaining the Holy Grail would ..." "Sorry, I don't do the choir boy thing," the Servant cut in, frowning. Well, the sorry excuse for a Master now decorating the church floor had said something about this being a willful Servant, Kotomine thought. Not that the priest was particularly worried. He'd had a long time to prepare for this War, and experience he'd not had the last time as well. The words of a Binding came from him with practiced smoothness ... ... only for the bond that would normally have been established between Master and Servant to futilely try and grasp at something, nearly physically slipping before it could make the connection. "Right, like I said, not interested paladin Anderson," the boy frowned, the Binding finally managing to catch onto something ... right as the world flashed amber and ... ... well, by the time the dust had settled enough for Kirei to be able to see, there was a semi-sized hole in the wall of the church, and a distinct lack of Servant or Command Spells on his arm. The nonplussed priest was only knocked out of his stupor by the sound of Gilgamesh, who'd been lurking in the shadows, laughing his ass off. His 'armor' is, appropriately enough, an amber on black plugsuit. -Griever *sigh* Yes, WF, you may do the happy dance now. When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force. When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Perfect. And then, when, eventually, he discovers that being able to generate your own power doesn't do much when obnoxious people keep attacking you and forcing you to spend it faster than you make it, well, Ilya will be in trouble of her own...
And I just realized who'd be perfect for that last Assassin slot - Perseus. "So you're to be my Master," said a woman's voice in the dark, and Tohsaka Rin snapped the book in her hand closed as she spun to face it. Her Servant was quite a lot of very pretty woman with a metallic looking mask over her eyes and even more straight, brilliantly lavender hair sweeping down and almost hiding the fact that she was wearing... not very much leather at all, really. With the spiked daggers in her hands and the chains draping down from them, it made her look like something straight out of a rather disturbing ecchi manga. The faintly sinister smile she was wearing only made the comparison worse. "I am Servant Rider, here by your summons." ...Dammit, Rin thought. A few minutes later, once the introductions had been made, she set a filled teacup in front of her guest and apologised. "I'm sorry for reacting the way I did a moment ago. It's no reflection on you; I'm simply... irritated with myself for missing the mark I had aimed for all these years." "Ah," said Rider, and tried the tea. It wasn't bad, actually, either as a refreshment or a peace offering. "I'm not offended. What do you plan to do about the war?" Her Master took a sip from her own cup. "The first step is for us to learn to work together, to come to know each other's abilities and reactions. Once that's accomplished, we'll begin to sweep through the city, looking to locate other Servants." "An active approach, then. Using momentum, or avoiding surprise?" There was no clue in her voice what she thought of the matter. "Both. And also, this city is my home. I've lived here all my life, and since most of our opponents will have come from far away, that will give us an advantage. The longer they have to become comfortable here, though, the smaller that will become. I mean to make the most of it." An interesting approach to the War - to win it by making the ground on which it took place your own, rather than going directly to seize the goal. There was something old-fashioned, almost traditional about it. To be honest, it felt rather homey. She drank some more of her tea and considered the girl who had summoned her. The latest heir to the family was a youngish woman - well, an older girl, she supposed, given the way standards seemed to've changed - with the slight build and night-of-the-new-moon hair that were so typical for this island chain and a beautifully symmetrical face that wouldn't have been typical anywhere. There was a lively intelligence and iron will behind the startlingly light eyes that set off her hair and clothes so well, and the Servant allowed herself a small bit of optimism. "All right. Where do we start?" The subject of her regard smiled. "Names, I think. Mine is Tohsaka Rin." She had been summoned to take part in this contest once before, and was certain that she had heard the name 'Tohsaka' attached to one of the mages responsible for setting up the entire affair. That the family had had sufficient power and skill to be involved in such a venture, then survive the years from that day to this, spoke well of their mutual chances... so long as the blood had bred true. "And I," she answered, "am Medusa." "Sou ka," Rin said, and brought her cup up, not so much for the sake of thirst as to give herself a moment to process her thoughts. "In that case, you'd have been in the first Holy Grail War, correct? If I remember the records cor-" The doorbell rang, and interrupted her. "Hide yourself," she told Rider, setting her drink down with enough force to rattle its saucer. "I will answer that." "And if it is another Master? Or their Servant?" was the answer, with a strictly professional sort of concern in its speaker's voice. The human of the two smiled coldly, and stood. "I can take care myself long enough for you to react." Rider stood also, then bowed slightly and faded away. Rin's heart nearly stopped in her chest when she saw who was at the door. "K...konbanwa, Senpai," stuttered her guest, who wouldn't meet her eyes. "I... need a place to stay." Heheh. Yes, that is, indeed, her. Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
Yup.
Amusing thought. Chink. Tinkle. Ker-klunk. "Another?" Raised arm. "Another." "Oi, two more!" a call through the thong of other patrons. Somehow, when he'd been ordered to search the city for other Servants and their Masters, he'd not expected to end up in a situation in any way reminiscent of this one. Slurp. But the beer was good, and the single malt was better, and frankly it had been far too long since he'd had either to care about the inevitable fallout. The runt was matching him drink for drink, though it probably had something to do with the fact he'd mentioned about alcohol no longer working. Not that it did much to him anymore either. Just gave him a bit of a buzz, these modern spirits did. How could a good Irish boy get properly plastered out of his mind on this watered down piss. Admittedly, it was decently tasting watered down piss, but still ... And why the hell was the thing the runt was nursing called an 'Irish' coffee anyway? Eh. Times changed. Who could figure whichever way they'd go? They drank the drinks. "So, go outside and try and kill one another like civilized people?" the runt asked. It was refreshing to be able to speak in even the butchered approximation of his old tongue that this English language had become, rather than whatever it was these Nihongese used. Cu Chullain considered, shrugged. "Nae, night's young yet, and there's still spirits here I've not touched." "Fair enough, guv. Your turn, I think." "Aye," the Hound of Ulster nodded, and raised the empty mug. "Another two!" -Griever When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force. When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm Rin had always known that she had a sister. Quite aside from the family records that she'd had to master after their father passed away, her earliest memories all showed a smiling, child-sized figure omnipresent at her side... She'd tried to reestablish contact, once, when she realized that they were attending the same middle school, but the overture had been rebuffed with what she thought, from later observation, might have been the only harsh words her sister had ever offered anyone. She'd known even then that what she was trying to do went against every mage family's tradition, and, with contact clearly unwelcome and her studies making her more and more familiar with the genuine reasons behind most of those traditions, the attempt hadn't been repeated. Instead, she'd been content to watch from a distance, smiling at Sakura's successes and having a quiet - and, if neccessary, forceful - word with the occaisional person who thought that a shy, pretty girl must be easy prey. The fact that that, all too often, her watching gaze had met an unreadable return from usually-gentle eyes made her think that she wasn't the only one with regrets on the matter, but with Sakura's choice made perfectly clear and the threat of her own Holy Grail War looming ever in the future, she hadn't chosen - hadn't had the courage - to try again. It had seemed like a tradgedy, but a survivable one, and she had resigned herself to the fact that it would remain that way. Even though she knew that having her here would put her terribly at risk, since the War had already begun, her heart couldn't help but soar at having this second chance with her sister, her only family. The moment stretched long, and then Rin smiled and stepped to one side of the doorway. "Welcome home." I don't figure Rin for the demonstratitive type, even though it seems fairly clear from the way they react to meeting each other that both of the sisters are well aware of their... connection. I'd keep going with this, BTW, but I've got some stuff I need to do for class before too long. Explanations, next time, and Servants. Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!" The sound of clashing arms echoed faintly as two shapes darted about the rooftops of the commercial district of Fuyuki City. Actually, it was more a matter of one shape darting about, while a shimmer of the air seemed to follow and sparks flew when both clashed. Lancer landed heavily, skidding back with the momentum of the blow he'd parried, two-pronged weapon held before him as if to ward off further attack, feet digging furrows in the antennae riddled rooftop. "Can't hit what you can't see, brat!" He spun, his weapon arcing around as his grip shifted to the rear of the shaft and his arms windmilled it around with enough force to cut AC units and the occasional exposed pipe to bits. Didn't seem like this guy would be willing to lay aside whatever twisted little bit of animosity he harbored for the evening. Pity. Irish had proved to be both entertaining and a veritable wellspring of information about what this so called War revolved around. True, the next time they met would likely be a lot less amiable, but one took what one could. This one, though, looked to be playing for keeps ... ... and he had some sort of invisibility deal going. Come on, come on. There! The Lancea Longini swung about in a quick and vicious arc, prongs twisting together as if alive as mana was channeled into them - an utterly unusual sensation, that, to which he far preferred the use of his Field, but inevitable in this case. He didn't know _how_ he knew what the Lance could do, only that the knowledge was there and had proved to be accurate before. There was no time for a thrust - pity, because that would have likely ended things - but the seemingly tensed prongs slammed into the invisible shape ... which had been made less so by the dust, flecks of rust, and the mist that one of the demolished AC units was sprouting ... with enough force to send it hurtling out beyond the edge of the rooftop as they uncoiled with a shriek that could be felt to the very bones. The shimmer of invisibility fell away, revealing the man cloaked underneath as he reeled from the impact. That he was floating in the air was duly noted, as were the vaguely greek looking half-armor and sandals he wore. And the expression of surprise on the far-too-fresh face. Then he was sent flying, the explosion of amber hexagons that signified a Field manifestation slapping his body out of the air and into the side of a nearby office building. Lancer twirled the Lancea Longini once, and sprung to follow. Unfortunately, the only thing he found a few seconds later was a mess of empty cubicles and a marked absence of a target. He didn't know how long the disruption to whatever it was that had made the bugger invisible would last, but he was willing to bet it wouldn't be long enough. "Another day, then," he spat at the empty room before leaping back outside. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to deal with anymore interludes like that before he found out where or when he was. ASSASSIN II Master: ?? True Name: Perseus Gender: Male Height & Weight: 176cm 75kg Attribute: Chaotic Good Strength: B Mana: C+ Endurance: B+ Luck: C Agility: D Noble Phantasm: B+ Presence Concealment: A+ Skills Flight: B- Defense from Projectile Weapons: C Charisma: B Noble Phantasm Aegis - Blessing of Athena Rank: B+ Type: Defensive Noble Phantasm Range: ?? Maximum Target: ?? The mirrored shield that was granted to him by Athena. This Noble Phantasm can not only block most blows and shrug them off as if they were nothing, it can also reflect an energy attack back towards the attacker. Mantle of Hades - In the dead of night Rank: B Type: Bounded Barrier Noble Phantasm Range: 0 Maximum Target: 1 Also known as the Cap of Darkness, this Noble Phantasm renders the user mostly invisible to any and all bands of the visual spectrum. Rapid movement can interfere with its workings, though, and sound isn't blocked. Swift Messenger - Gift of Hermes Rank: C Type: ?? Range: 0 Maximum Target: 1 Hermes' famous winged sandals allow for increased mobility and speed, as well as the gift of flight. Cronos' Sickle - Bane of Titans (It was either this, "Balltaker", or "Zeus' Razor" ![[Image: tongue.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/tongue.gif) )Rank: D- Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm Range: 1-2 Maximum Target: 1 Despite the fancy name, it's just a very sharp bit sickle mounted on top of a short wooden handle. Miscellaneous: Image Color: Silver Talents: fishing Likes: women, games Dislikes: long and involved quests Natural Enemy: Rider, Stheno, Euryale Or something like that. -Griever ETA: to add Perseus When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force. When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm Sakura let the smile grow on her face as she leaned down to pick up the bag sitting by her feet. "tadaima," she whispered as she stepped over the threshold. She knew of the mage custom of keeping only a single child from each generation - all too well given how profoundly it had affected her life - and it was a welcome surprise to see that Caster had been right about her sister's willingness to set it aside. Rin was talking steadily as she led her into the house, pointing out this feature or that bit of family history as they went. It was actually reassuring - not so much because it was, so to speak, a visible sign of acceptance as because the way her being nervous enough to babble made it clear that this - whatever 'this' was - was as important to her sister as it was to her. Knowing that, that the older girl still cared despite the way their parents had seperated them, was enough to make a decision for her. "Oneesan." Rin stopped and turned, looking back at a face that - under the lighter hair and darker eyes - was all too much like her own. "Yes... Sakura-chan?" "I... have absolutely no interest in acquiring the Holy Grail." It was very disturbing to see the way the revelation made her eyes harden as the mind behind them suddenly switched from love and concern to the careful analysis of a threat, but Sakura bit lightly at her lower lip and forced herself to stay and meet that searching gaze squarely. "you're not trained," Rin said softly to herself, "i'd see it. but how... have to be close... Masaka!" Her eyes widened and the calculating look dropped from her face as she stepped forward and siezed her sister's shoulders. "They tried to let Shinji use your mage circuits?!" Involuntarily, her eyes dropped, and her body froze in place. She knew that that would be a giveaway to someone with her sister's perceptiveness and knowledge of magical theory, and something cringed inside her chest as she waited for Rin to recoil. Sakura stiffened as she felt soft arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her close, and then the shock passed and she realized that she was crying in relief. "i'm sorry," she whispered, not quite sure what she was apologizing for. "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry..." "Hush, Sister. It's all right. It's all right," Rin told her gently, and then she was just crying. Eventually, rather later, she recovered her composure and sat back a little. "I'm sorry to-" she began, but Rin placed a single finger vertically across her lips to cut her off. "You have nothing to apologize for," she told her firmly. "If anything I should be saying it, for not getting you out of that place myself." Sakura didn't look convinced, but nodded anyway. "Good!" she nodded, then changed the subject. "Now, why don't I show you your room and help you get squared away, and then we can be introduced to each other's Servants?" "Each... how did... you know I was a Master?" Rin winked. "Would you have said that about the Grail if you weren't? What I want to know is how you knew about me - did those people tell you, or...?" "C-caster told me. We had to leave - I couldn't... let him get hurt protecting me when he didn't... have to, but I knew that the War... would follow anywhere I went. So..." "You went somewhere it was already aimed at." The taller sister smiled as they came to the top of the stairs. "I'm pretty sure that this was actually your room when we were little, you know. Most of the house is in storage - with only me in here it's much too big, and it all wouldn't get used anyway, but I keep this one open, in case..." She snapped her mouth shut and looked away, concious of having revealed more than she meant to. "There's the guest room, too, and of course you can have any of the closed rooms if you want, but they'll take a while to air out-" Sakura dropped her bag at the foot of the bed and turned back to where Rin was standing in the doorway and gave her a brilliant smile. "Uun! This is perfect!" Maybe a little over the top, seeing as how Sakura hasn't had any sort of breakdown before this point, but I figure that having things go right for once would make for a different enough sort of stress to shake something loose. Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!" Quote:hmm in analysis.. I think its okay.. that bit didn't seem pushed or unusual in the least... If I were in that kind of situation.. i'd probably be stressed out enough to break down myself ![[Image: smile.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/smile.gif) I sure wouldn't have said "i'm sorry" like Sakura did though  _______________________________ "We few, we happy few. We band of buggered" _________________________________ Take Your Candle, Go Light Your World. Quote:You're likely starting with a much healthier self-image than she did. Nor, I think, is it likely that an otherwise ordinary person could achieve the same degree of kindness she manages... IOW, I doubt you'd think it was your own fault. Regardless, the reassurance is nice. Thanks! Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!" Quote:I kinda understand what you are trying to say, but yeah different lives include different reactions to same situations ![[Image: happy.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/happy.gif) but thats what i'm basically trying to say, for a person like Sakura her reaction to that is understandable _______________________________"We few, we happy few. We band of buggered" _________________________________ Take Your Candle, Go Light Your World.
Dunno why, but I've got this mental image of Perseus as a bit of a brat in manner for some reason. Maybe because I've always been kinda sympathetic towards Medusa, at least in certain iterations of the myth. More since I've seen Her Leather Majesty, of course, but ... *shrugs*
... and now for a little more senseless violence ... or the bitching afterwards, at least. Honestly, it was getting more than a little annoying. No. It had gone past being a little anything around the time the need to drag one's waterlogged self out of a canal occurred. Right then, that meant little more than a pressing need to find a change of clothes, be restricted to being immaterial - which, for some reason, was seriously disconcerting for him - or settle for the imitation plugsuit he seemed to instinctively summon when under attack. And yes, he now had enough evidence to be able to say that it was a fully instinctive reaction, sort of like trying to use his Field to deflect oncoming blows ... which for some reason didn't seem to fully work on these Servant types. As the fact that the better part of his recently acquired - read stolen - turtleneck had been burned off from the impact of a ... ... normally, he would have said 'piece of wood', but damn if he'd ever seen a bokken cause this sort of damage. Hells, he'd still be sporting trendy second to third degree burns if it weren't for the fact that whatever means had been used to bring him and his Core here had also brought along his abilities to use most of said Core. Unfortunately, there seemed to be some sort of limit ... which he'd discovered, quite unfortunately, during that last clash. Using his Field shouldn't have been taxing, at least not to that extent. It was like his soul was running off some sort of energy pool, and while said pool was recovering on its own, it did so much slower than what he was normally used to. The concept was disturbing. It also put into perspective some of the things Irish had talked about regarding this whole Servant issue. Not the least of which being the _why_ of several issues. Like why he knew he could snatch a random person from the street and gobble up their very being ... alright, so he'd likely been able to do that before, what with the Field and all, but he'd never as much as tried outside of ripping the minds out of a few poor excuses for human beings. Now? There was a certain ... certainty about how exactly to get the most out of doing just that. Also, he'd never really gotten anywhere past 'you hit the other guy with that end' where melee weapons were concerned, and here he was, suddenly waving around a polearm like there was no tomorrow. Well, maybe not quite that well, but it was the general idea that counted. Then there was that feeling of an empty spot in the back of his mind, which he figured had to be wherever the Master/Servant bond went ... it nagged at him. Not too badly, just ... insistently. Sort of like a bad rash in a hard to reach spot. Adding to that the irritation of going to sleep in one place and waking up in unfamiliar circumstances with somebody starting to demand he call them Master a few days ago ... ... his mood, somewhat fortified by sharing drinks and stories with Irish, was pretty much shot again. Well, at least the lunatic with the bokken had assumed he was dead and left. That, he supposed, had been Berserker. Seemed familiar for some reason. Tattered kimono wearing guy waving around a couple of wooden swords? Eh. It'd come to him in time, he supposed. More immediate concerns had to be addressed first. Like where to get a ... well, no. He'd ended up around the shopping district, or what he figured for such, again so the where of getting clothes wasn't as much of a problem as the how. There was always the option of just going immaterial and snatching another set, like he'd done with this one, but that'd require him to wait a few hours until the shops closed. He wasn't really in a very patient mood right then. It could therefore be forgiven that he failed to notice the two asian gentlemen in bad suits when he stalked past them as they were having a conversation in an alley that ran along the back of ... well, it was either a brothel, a strip club, or a combination of both. Apparently, they didn't take being interrupted well. The feeling was altogether mutual, though, and one of them was close enough to being his size of 'runt' to make the process of letting off some excess anger be not only therapeutic, but also somewhat productive. So you could say that the day ended on a bit of a high note. I have this mental image of him running across Taigaa in a few days and her recognizing him from her grandfather's description of the 'runt' who put him and most of his 'employees' into the hospital. -Griever When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force. When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm Sakura blinked. So, for that matter, did the friends she was eating lunch with. However many admirers her sweet-hearted disposition might have won, as far as they knew, the only people who knew her well enough to actually call her cell were all already present. "Well?" one urged after the first moment's startlement. "Answer it!" So she did. "Moshi moshi?" "Master," said Caster's voice. "There is another Servant on the campus, besides myself and Rider. Your sister plans to confront him after the school empties for the night, and suggests that you go home via-" "No," she cut him off. "We'll stay." She didn't have any particular interest in risking herself, and knew that she didn't have the skills to really contribute, but Caster had also made it quite clear that he had no intention of leaving her unprotected. She'd need to be somewhere safe before he'd leave her, and with the Grail War underway, 'safe' meant under the protection of a Servant. "You can't help if you're not here." "Understood. I'll start preparing, then. Goodbye, Master." Oh, yes. Westerners did that at the end of phone calls, didn't they. "...Goodbye," she said, and killed the connection. Then she looked up and started to sweat. Her friends were watching so intensely! "Who," demanded several, not quite in unison, "was that?!" Struck by a sudden wicked impulse, she smiled and returned to her lunch, and refused to answer. * * * * * It started very suddenly. One moment Rin was leaning against the chain-link fencing that ringed the school's roof, the next, she was grinding her cheek into the grit of its concrete. A moment later, when the brilliant bolt of light blasted a meter-wide hole through the facade she had been standing behind, she realized why Rider had knocked her down. "An Archer?" she asked herself as she scrambled to her feet. "No," the Servant answered. "He's mounted." The other Rider, then. She glanced over her shoulder at her sister and the green-cloaked Servant looming behind her. "You knew?" she asked him. "Pretty much," he shrugged. "His name's Temujin, I don't think he's been in a Grail War before. His defensive power is low and his charge isn't anything to write home about, but he's fast even for a Rider and," he gestured vaguely at the hole in the roof, "he can work at a distance." "Can you slow him down?" Rider asked. "Pin him in place for my charge?" Rin stepped forwards for a look at their opponent, since he seemed to be waiting for a reaction. Details were mostly lost in the distance, but the Servant was there on a shaggy-looking pony, and his Master stood beside him. She didn't need to see Caster to know he was blushing, though - he wasn't very talkative, on the whole, but that didn't make his crush on his counterpart any less obvious. "Yes. But it will cause the same problems for you." "But I," she answered, "will not be alone." He smiled. "As you wish, then. Tohsaka-sama, you can deal with his Master?" "Hai." Caster brought one hand up and fanned a sheaf of ofuda out, like a magician doing a card trick. "Then let's begin." Yes, he's got a thing for her, even at his age. Wouldn't you? Ja, -n =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!" Quote:Pfft. You still feel the need to ask? ^_^ Caster is going to be smearing Perseus all over the landscape, then? Now, Lancer-kun ... independence? Nail? Coffin? Here. The Assassin frowned. He'd stalked this prey as more of an excercise and a reassurance that old skills had not grown rusty with disuse ... not that they could, just that he'd always considered it a prudent thing and, all else aside, in his line of work, there was no room for error. As for why he'd struck? Again, a simple reaffirmation. A target so inattentive was far too tempting anyway. The poor fool hadn't even noticed his approach, and he'd not taken too excessive pains to remain hidden throughout in the process ... Truthfully, it was a bit disappointing. After all, this was supposed to be the ultimate test of his abilities. THE War, THE contest of death and destruction that was one of the reasons he'd taken up this mantle in the first place. Certainly, his predecessors had not hesitated to inform him that, with it, he would be putting his very soul on the line ... but, ah, the heavenly rewards! Well, that was one less target to worry about, at least. Now he could get back to what his Master had tasked him with. Pity he hadn't managed to track down this one's Master. Judging by the Servant, they would be easy prey as well. "... do you have ... any idea ..." the wheezing, gasping voice caused him to spin around, and he could say that for the first time since attaining the seat of the Hassan Sabbah, he was startled. The body of the boy Servant he'd just dispatched was standing, blood pouring from and frothing at the mouth, and around the huge gaping hole where his heart had once been ... hells, where a sizable part of his chest had once been. "... how much this fucking hurts?!" In all honesty, Assassin had already started to duck, weave, and dodge by the time the words were being spoken. It was instinct. There were very few things that could as much as scratch this Hassan Sabbah when he put his mind to dodging. It would have worked too, if the other Servant had actually bothered with aiming, rather than ... ... well, the last thing Assassin saw before his world went black and he woke up, one day later as a Command Spell summoned his still mangled body before his Master, was a flash of amber light and four glowing ... well, if one were to put their mind to it, one could call the shapes vague approximations of wings. It would be only then that he, and his Master, would discover that one of his arms had been lopped off off ... ... as for which arm? Well, the screams of blind rage that echoed over the Matou house and property that day would live on in infamy for generations. Lancer-kun effectively neuters Assassin? Lancer-kun uses more than three quarters of his mana pool and burns off almost all his manifested biomass to do it? Lancer-kun ends up being a sad, despondent black ball until Ilya stumbles across him? And I mean that literally. *evil grin* Y'know, some people could accuse us of being too mean to the males of the Matou family ... they should probably get their heads examined. -Griever When tact is required, use brute force. When force is required, use greater force. When the greatest force is required, use your head. Surprise is everything. - The Book of Cataclysm
Ahahahahahaha.
I love the retribution (however unintended) on ... the grandfather? The Master seems a bit more competent than Shinji. Also, the crush on Rider is very cute. ^_^ (Who doesn't indeed. ;x) Does the poor boy get a kiss on the cheek sometime from Rider? ![[Image: wink.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/wink.gif)
Heh...I wonder what his reaction would be on seeing Sakura (or Rin) nekkid?
__________________ Into terror!, Into valour! Charge ahead! No! Never turn Yes, it's into the fire we fly And the devil will burn! - Scarlett Pimpernell
Er... I'm sensing a plot hole here... In the scene introing Lancer II aka Griever, it's stated that the master mentioned that the particular Servant (ie Griever) is particulary independent. Thing is, is he talking about Griever(as he/she has apparently yet to completely summon Griever) or about the Lancer caste as a whole?
Also, some of the conversation in the anime, in particular the part where Saber asks Shirou for some mana to help her heal, implies to me that the Servants can regenerate wounds as long as they have the mana to do so. Of course, it's likely that regeneration is likely to require not being in combat, and the more servere the wound, the more likely it'll take longer to regenerate. ![[Image: Bansho.jpg]](http://www.animecubed.com/billy/pics/sigs/Bansho.jpg) Be the Ultimate Ninja! Play Billy Vs. SNAKEMAN today! Quote:Well... no. The lady herself has dibs. He's not above handing him to her on a silver platter, though. Angela Orengo, Kenyan Mage's Association, leaned on her cane and tried to ignore the way this cursed yellow man's island made her arthritis flare. The troublesome child stalking across the school's lawn towards her might not have had the decency to die properly, but at least she was showing a proper appreciation for the moment. Still. The moment had gone on long enough. "I've got no quarrel with you, girl. Hand over your reiju and it can stay that way." Not that she expected that to work, of course, but it was always cheaper to try. "Iie, Obaasama." 'No, Grandmother,' in the local gabble, which was at least polite. What followed it, though, wasn't. "Not while I have the advantage." Angela hissed between her teeth and snatched the cane up to clutch it in the middle. The little brat! How dare she! ">" she cried. "" The green-cloaked Servant that had been trailing at the insolent girl's heels stepped forwards and swatted the ugly cyan mass of the curse aside with casual ease. Then he brought his hands up and flicked them through a series of bizzare contortion. "Self-reliant territory: sealed," he announced, in a voice halfway between professional and amused. The Barrier flared up around them, an almost invisible wall of transparent, slightly luminous mist drifting from a ring of ground towards a single point somewhere far overhead. Angela took a step back and half turned to take in the source of the painful-sounding 'thump' behind her. "A Caster, my Lady," her servant observed, picking himself up off the ground with a glare at the one responsible. The expression on his flat, round face was terrifying. "Not to worry." Rider evidently hadn't been anywhere near so tall or powerful as his reputation implied, making him simply a short little whipcord of a man with a long, whispy moustache and muscles like oak heartwood. The girl's Servant was taller and broader, a fact obvious even with the shrouding cloak he wore, but for the summoned spirits that made the War the thing it was, physical appearance was the least of it... and the spell-focused Caster class was weak in actual combat. The Caster pushed up his old-fashioned round spectacles then held his hand out and beckoned. "I'm waiting, Temujin-dono." "Think I'm a fool?" Rider retorted. "Ha!" A flare of light coalesced in his hands into a bow - for all appearances simply mundane wood and horn, but the arrow he drew, aimed, and released in the same quick motion was simply a flaring streak of pure light, blinding in the twilight gloom. His target was already charging into it, cloak streaming out behind him as he ran, and merely brought one hand up to - almost casually - swat the missile from the air before launching a spray of coal-black throwing daggers with a flick of the other. They were dodged, of course, but bought enough time for their owner to bring the glaive that had whipped into his hands around and down in a punishing arc. Rider twisted away from that, too, and twisted to his feet with a speed that set the laminated leather plates of his cuirass clattering against each other. "So that's the game," he said, then brought out a richly decorated sabre in a flash of mana. Caster laughed and whipped his glaive around like a staff - which, come to that, it was about the same size as - and began to hammer at his defenses with blade and butt alike. "Part of it!" One strike was ducked under and a second crashed off of a sword interposed with free hand braced against its spine before the third fell short as their target sprang back out of reach then - warned by some honed warrior's instinct - spun and brought his sword up to catch in the crux of a pair of crossed daggers. The Servant wielding them used the impact to flip gracefully away and land in a handstand that tumbled upright with a supple smoothness that, if Angela were to be more honest with herself than was her want, would have been the object of intolerably envy even in her younger years. Her husband had been right, curse his rotting, philandering corpse. Defeat did taste worse than any heartburn. So be it. That wouldn't keep her from making the slanty-eyed little slut pay for her victory. Because except for Worm-Breath, who's been knee-deep in it from Day One, all the Masters so far have been, well, young. So I figured that a nasty old bat would make a nice contrast. With Lancer stuck contemplating his navel and at least two more posts to go before I'm in a position to kill off Berserker, might I suggest taking a look at developing Ilya some? ...Or you could just pick up right where I left off, if that tickles your fancy more - I won't mind. Besides, you can actually write spells for Rin. ^_^ I think that having us working at the same time on completely different parts of the timeline would have too much potential to be... awkward, see. ^_^;; And there's no such thing as 'too mean for a Matou'. Ja, -n ETA: Whups! Forgot this - RIDER II Master: Angela Orengo True Name: Temujin Gender: Male Height & Weight: 167cm 55kg Attribute: Chaotic Neutral Strength: C Mana: B Endurance: D Luck: C Agility: B Noble Phantasm: A Known more often as Ghengis Khan. To most readers, his name is synonymous with brutal and bloodthirsty conquest. To Mongols today, he seen as the father of the Mongol Nation due to the years that he spent unifying and enlarging the multitude of tribes that once dwelt in the area now known as Mongolia. Historians recognize him as one of the greatest military minds in recorded history, establishing as he did the largest contiguous empire ever, the Mongol Empire, from 1206 until his death in Autumn 1227, which on its height encompassed half of the world population. Before he took the title of Khan, Temjin spent more than 22 years uniting the many Turkic-Mongol confederations of Central Asia. Tying them to one another through oaths and mutual territorial expansion, he provided a common identity to what had previously been a territory of nomadic tribes sharing only a language and culture. Equally well regarded are his contributions in directing the effort to create a writing system for the Mongolian language based on existing Uyghur script. The overwhelming military dominance he achieved in the territories conquered by his armies led to a period of peace that some have referred to as 'Pax Mongolica.' His conquest of Western Xia in northern China and Khwarezmid Empire in Persia provided the foundation for the future spread of the Mongol Empire from China to Germany. His legacy includes centuries of Eurasian rule by greater or lesser Khanates. Skills: Strategy: A Archery: B Riding: A Noble Phantasm: (sword name) Rank: D Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm Range: 1-2 Maximum Target: 1 A simple close-range weapon which allows him to meet melee types in combat without being completely overwhelmed. This Phantasm's only special property is its ability to damage spirits as well as physical beings. (lance name) Rank: C Type: Anti-Batallion Noble Phantasm Range: 5-35 Maximum Target: 15 In appearance a simple horseman's spear, this Noble Phantasm allows its user to transform all the energy in his own and his mount's motion into an offensive strike against a target, even to the extent of piercing through the first victim to strike at that lying behind him. However, it grants no bonuses to speed or defense. (bow name) Rank: A Type: Anti-Batallion Noble Phantasm Range: 1-60 Maximum Target: 150 A Noble Phantasm granting ranged abilities usually only seen from the Archer Class, this is ranked highly in range, damage, and accuracy. Miscellaneous: Image Color: Brown Talents: Horse-trading, both figurative and literal Likes: Money, challenges Dislikes: Betrayal Natural Enemy: Archer, Caster =============================================== "Puripuri puripuri... Bang!" |
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