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Shinichi Cemetery
Topic Started: 21/05/2010 - 11:06 pm (689 Views)
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An ice cold breeze ran thought the mazes of headstones and large graves as Mordred had finally made her way into the grounds. The large iron gate that had kept the Cemetery out of bounds to most humans was an easy jump for a servant of any kind. Mordred had concluded that this was going to be a good enough area for a battle between her and that woman from before. She had picked this area and it was only polite for her to be waiting here for her opponent, Mordred had challenged her after all. The leather clad servant took a seat against one of the trees on the side of the grave yard and waited for her enemy.

(Crap..)
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So you're allowing... speak again... that boy will only... can't reach your full potential...

Caster inhaled deeply through her nose and shut her eyes for a few seconds, her feet not making a sound as she sprinted towards the cemetery. Now that she was away from her Master she could allow herself to return to normal. Which, naturally meant that any restrictions she had placed on herself were temporarily lifted. The voices were back and they weren't all too happy with her. But she knew that when it came to battle she would need them. She would use whatever she could to ensure that she defeated her opponent. It didn't matter how much of a toll it took on her. She would win.

Every so often a mana signature would capture her attention for a brief moment but Caster continued on without a second thought. She knew by now that the Servant she had met earlier would be waiting for her at the cemetery. It would not do to keep him waiting. Despite his youth the look in his eyes belonged to an entirely different person. Both of them were holding something back but once they commenced the fight she was sure that that something was bound to surface.

The cemetery gates rose before her and Caster's sprint slowed to a careful walk, her eyes sweeping across the many graves and tombstones that lay just beyond the iron barrier. A shiver ran through her and goosebumps formed on her skin. She wasn't scared, not at all. Rather, she was thrilled by the feeling that this place gave her. So much potential. It was perfect.

"Geest Fluisteren." she whispered as she stepped through the gates, a fierce wind tearing at her clothes and hair. Her eyes were practically glowing with excitement and she repeated the spell, attempting to rouse as many spirits from the graves as she could. Steadily she began to hear them. Whispering, questions and greetings that received no reply. Caster allowed her own spirits to do the work for her. Within minutes she was surrounded by a crowd of the blue wispy figures, some grinning at her, some watching her carefully, others had no expression at all. Her 'party' her at least doubled in size and while she knew that not all of her newly acquired allies would leave the cemetery she could at least count on their assistance in this battle. Which reminded her...

With a wave of her hand the spirits vanished and Caster shifted her attention back to her opponent. She could detect his mana signature from here, it was likely that he would not have seen any of what she had just done although he might have felt it. Even so, she wanted to start this fight the proper way. Her eyes scanned each and every tombstone she passed as she crossed the graveyard, her footsteps light and considerate so as not to disturb any of those who were properly at rest. Caster caught sight of the man from earlier, resting against one of the few trees that were found in the cemetery. She raised a hand as if to acknowledge the Servant and came to a stop a good few feet away from him, her eyes studying him dubiously as she awaited a response.
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Luckily it hadn't been too long of a wait for the servant to arrive. Mordred was pleasantly surprised to see that his opponent hadn't tried to go for a quick kill while she was resting, if this girl was willing to show a sort of respect to her than Mordred would do the same. Mordred pushed her body from the ground to meet the newly arrived servant with a simple wave as she approached her. Apparently this one was going to be much more civil than the rest.

"I'm glad you made it here without getting seen." It was a simple greeting that only served to show that she didn't intend to kill her off right off the bat. "You left the boy at home?" The servant asked as she looked around the girl for her master, or at least she assumed it was her master. It didn't matter if he was here or not, this was only pleasantries that were had before the battle. Nothing they said mattered much. Mordred's eyes traveled around the area again now, something felt wrong now that she had time to notice it. It was colder and by too much for her to assume it had only been the wind that suddenly showed up. She could only assume that it was something that this girl had done before she showed up.

"Well at any rate," The Leather clad servant spoke as she pulled out the crimson and black blade at her side. "We should get started yes?"
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Caster only nodded in response to the Servant's question, seeing that he too had left his Master behind. It was going to be just the two of them then. Which was, probably for the best given her fighting style. She had also noted that they were the only two in the cemetery at the moment and the surrounding area was without life too. Superstition still had power over the general public in this day and age it seemed. It was almost a shame. The cemetery at night was indeed a sight to behold and the chills it gave you could not be obtained anywhere else.

Saber. It was the first thought that came to mind when she saw the man draw his blade. This could prove to be an unfavorable fight for her if she didn't watch herself. But this class wasn't always extremely quick on their feet. The leather padding he wore was light but even a little bit of extra weight could make him lose his advantage. Caster wanted to know just how fast he was. Then she would decide how exactly to take him down.

"Daemon's Klauw." she murmured, launching herself forwards and closing the distance between them in two swift strides. Caster aimed a slash right at the Saber's throat, anticipating a block but putting power behind the strike all the same. From there she would go toe to toe with the Saber for as long as was needed or for as long as she was able to in order to properly gauge her speed and skill. The Servant could anticipate a series of quick, precise jabs all targeting her more vulnerable areas.
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The Saber quickly took a battle stance as she saw her opponent ready a weapon and jolt at her. She was fast but Mordred could still kept track of her well enough. From the looks of it an attack head on like this would be a test at most, unless this girl was daft enough to attempt a real attack like this. The weapon she was using for the attack was what interested her the most, it appeared to be a claw so it was reasonable enough to assume this was an Assassin or maybe even a Rider. She was capable of speech so Berserker was out and a Caster would have used spells rather than an attack like this.

The blackened blade rose to meet the oncoming claw, her fingers tightening around the grip fully expecting to take on a powerful force only to find that her opponent was actually rather weak. This girl was quite fast but rather weak, her class would have to match those marks. Mordred made up her mind that this girl had to be some type of Assassin, Riders were hardly ever this weak. Now seemingly aware of the class her enemy had she knew just how to deal with her. However seeing as the first attack of her enemy was a test, the counter should also be a test.

"Better try harder!"Mordred called out to the girl just in front of her before Her blade pushed back her enemies attack and attempted a downward slash along her torso, if she were to hit the girl like this it would be a near fatal blow unless she could dodge it. Mordred was more than sure this girl could dodge it though, even though there was a rather good chance she would get a small wound from it.
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He was strong. Caster could give him that. She had expected no less though and when her claws met with his blade she was unable to push against him, instead her hands were forced back towards her and the blade was withdrawn only to strike at her torso. She had underestimated the Saber's speed and capability. They were evenly matched in that area it seemed. Staying close like this had been a bad idea.

Caster moved a foot back and twisted her body so that the blade nicked her side rather than opening up her front. Before the Saber had another chance to deal an even better blow the girl backed off and put a reasonable amount of distance between them, her hand moving to hold her side where she had been cut. It stung but it was nothing major. Blood began to seep between her fingers and she glanced over at the Saber, now knowing what her next move would be.

"Karmozijn Klonen." she whispered coolly, her eyes locked onto the man that had managed to wound her. Caster's hand left the cut and she held up her palm which now contained a tiny pool of blood. No sooner had the crimson liquid been offered did her spirits reappear, swarming around her as they fought and bickered over the sacrifice. Four drops of blood was all it had amounted to but that was enough. Within seconds Caster was surrounded by eight copies of herself. All of them wore the same cold, distant expression that was her trademark.

"Blauw Handen... Maaier's Contact!" As soon as these words left her lips her copies sprinted forwards, each sporting a pair of glistening claws. The bond that they all shared allowed them to plan out their attack sequence effectively and Caster watched calmly as the dance began. While they were not as swift or strong as her their numbers made them a powerful enemy and distraction. Along with that the Saber would have to avoid the hands that were now grabbing at his ankles and a hoard of shades were swiftly approaching. The cemetery with it's dead hands, eerie shades and wandering spirits was like a scene from a nightmare. The entire battlefield was controlled by Caster.

"Is that enough for you?" she asked with a vacant expression on her face. There was no mockery in her tone, nor was it supposed to be a question. She knew well that any Saber would struggle to deal with a situation like this. Caster had no intentions of dragging this fight out. As soon as his attention shifted from her to the clones she would strike.
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Only a nick? Mordred had been clearly displeased by her own actions, she thought she could get a nice gash on her like this but she must have been faster than she thought. Never the matter though, a strike was a strike in her mind. Confidence swelled through her body, she figured that his girl wouldn't be able to handle too much of her own power so the fight would be over soon enough. Her blade now lay at her side as Mordred watched the young girl pull away. It was a good plan on her part, Mordred was much more of a close quarters fighter than at range. An Assassin should have some kind of ranged weapons so Mordred would have to be ready for that.

Now that the young girl started to speak something Mordred listened intently, was she readying a Noble Phantasm? No it seemed to lack the power that it should have. Was it a spell then? Maybe this girl was a Caster after all? Mordred pulled her blade back up to ready herself for whatever may come her way. And on that very thought eight copies of the girl popped up, it would seem that she was right to change her mind about this girl being an Assassin. The copies alone would be easy enough to deal with, but what seemed to be a small army of phantoms were now rushing to her. Mordred grit her teeth as she attempted to plan out something to counter this, only one thing came to her mind. It was still early, and it was shameful to reply on this fake Noble Phantasm of her 'Father's' weapon but it was the only thing she could do to end this as fast as she wanted to.

Mordred raised her blade just over her shoulder, holding it as if it were some sort of baseball bat. Her lips began to form a single word as the creatures neared her. "Ev..." The words seemed to flirt with the air around it as her blade erupted into a violent flurry of crimson and black flame that bit at the very same air. "Erto!" The last bit of the name was called as the blade slashed in an arc in front of the leather clad mock servant. The flame licked at the air now as it rocketed into the waves of oncoming targets, they would no doubt the disintegrated by the attack. The prana infused flame now screeched as it went on to envelop the Caster that had sent the phantoms at her. Should she even allow a second of inaction she would be slaughtered by the oncoming blast.
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Caster's eyes were wide with anticipation as her shades darted towards the Saber, the corners of her lips twitching into a twisted smile. The roar of the wind and shrieks of her allies filled the air and her strawberry blond hair flew out behind her as she stood watching and waiting for the Servant's next move. This was what she had joined the war for. This rush, this adrenaline hit. Things felt good. She didn't have time to think or care about the rest of the world. About her, about her Master, about anyone else or anything else. It was just her and this Saber fighting for their lives.

Seeing the Servant finally raise his sword again, the young woman narrowed her eyes and took a step back once she saw his lips move and the flame lick at the air. Immediately the overwhelming confidence she had felt melted away. He was using his Noble Phantasm. This soon? Caster was about to spin on her heel but a voice froze her in place.

Too late... you know what to do...

It was a split second decision but Caster dug her feet into the soil beneath her and shouted at the top of her lungs, the dying screams of her copies and terrified wails of her shades filling her ears as they were eaten by the flames that were rapidly rushing to consume her too. "Lilith's Spiegel!" she cried, throwing her arm out in front of her so that her palm was facing the oncoming attack. The air shimmered and rippled and Caster could feel her legs trembling beneath her as that sickening heat drew even closer. Then it happened.

Time seemed to stop altogether when the mirror appeared in front of the young Servant. The glittering surface was at least 5 times her height and stretched across to hide her from sight. Caster's hearing was shot as Everto connected with the mirror, but she just managed to see the majority of the flames surge back towards their creator. The girl brought her hands up to shield her face as the rest of the force broke through the mirror and struck her. Her efforts were in vain though. Caster was thrown backwards from the impact and her back slammed into a tombstone, knocking her cold instantly. The girl's body slid down the stone and came to rest on top of the grave. Silence had returned to the cemetery once more.
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Mordred smirked as she watched the waves of enemies writhe in pain as the burned nearly instantly from her attack. She loved that her enemy's attack was so easily taken out, in fact she was sure that she had even killed off the Caster with that attack. Her back turned away form her enemy, and it proved to be a fatal mistake. Only moments later she heard the words of Casters Noble Phantasm. Mordred's body turned as quick as it could, but it wasn't fast enough.

"Shi-" The servant began just as the blast wrenched her side, causing her frail male body to snap in half. Luckily she didn't die, only the body she was in. Being infused into this damned excuse of a fighting vessel had proved to be useful for once, even if she was sure her normal body would have reacted in time for her to defend against her own attack.

The burning remnants of Kamiya's son were scattered about the area, and in the middle of it all was a new being. A small girl clad in Silver armor and red silk, she looked glorious and it was clear that she was ecstatic over the change do the the large smile on her lips. In each of her hands was a blade, one silver in her left and one black in her right. Everto and Clarent, her two noble phantasms were now both in her possession. Her attention quickly went to the girl that had just killed her. She was out cold laying against a tomb stone. She had apparently been hit with some force of the attack to have been punished like this. it was a good fight, even if it was short. This girl had beaten her if only by luck, so she would be allowed this chance to avoid Mordred wrath.
The Blonde Saber turned her body to the fence just next to her fallen foe and hopped over the metal construct with ease, Mordred was done for tonight.




A few moments after the Saber had left a small child stepped into the area. His hair was blonde and his eye's were a mismatched pair of red and blue. Now looking down at the Caster that was laying against the tomb stone he placed his hand against her cheek. She should be awakening soon enough, being a Servant had to mean something for her. Even a child knew that she wasn't going to die from this, but she would need to move quickly and soon.

"Wake up child. You'll die if you wait here.." His voice was soft and pleasant enough to hear, but it carried a slightly creepy tone with it. However his comment held truth, she wouldn't last long against anything that wanted to kill her now. Being a Servant she could recover from this quickly and with little trouble, but should an enemy find her like this she would be easy picking. But why should this child care? What did it matter if this girl had died here? In his eye's this girl had so much more to do, so much that she can become. She was a child herself and she needed to grow, it wasn't her time simply because she didn't have enough of it to become who she really was. There was so much more pain and suffering in her future, just as there should be joy and love. She was at a fork in the road now. She could become something grand and terrible all the same.

(Kinda crap but I'm tired.. Buuut Edited for Odin!)
Edited by Seth, 27/05/2010 - 05:32 am.
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Elizabeth?... Elizabeth are you with me? That soft, melodic voice reached her ears as soon as darkness engulfed her. It soothed her and held an unspoken promise, lulling her into a false sense of security like it always had done. Her mother. She had always been there for her. Through everything, through all of the fear and confusion... she would not pay any heed to her superstitious neighbors or experts, her daughter was as whole and complete as she always had been. She saw Elizabeth when no one else could... if only...

Caster's eyelids fluttered as a tender hand came to rest against her cheek, pulling her back to the present. She inhaled deeply and became aware of her aching body, the cut in her side, her smoldering clothes and her pounding head. Her mind was slowly trying to piece things back together as one of her eyes opened at the sound of young, concerned voice. She did not move an inch, her eyes merely searched his own - red and blue - for answers as she recovered from her dazed state.

As her mind cleared and she began to remember what had previously taken place here she could explain many things. She knew that the tiny gash in her side had been given to her by the Saber she had fought and that her clothes were smoldering as a result of the damage she had sustained from his Noble Phantasm. Her head was pounding because she had been knocked back into the tombstone and the stench of burned flesh that hung in the air was likely the remains of her opponent. All of this made sense to her now. But what she did not know was why this boy was here, where he had come from and why he was genuinely worried about whether she lived or died.

The young Servant regarded him closely but with no scrutiny. She sensed that he had no ill intentions and that he only meant well. In fact, if it weren't for him she might have remained unconscious for much longer. If that were the case someone else might have stumbled across her and ended her then and there. So, this boy - whether he knew it or not - had done her a great service.

Deciding that it was about time she made a move, Caster urged herself to her feet, having to use the tombstone to help steady her. She was leaning heavily against the smooth granite monument, attempting to catch her breath before she tried anything else. The child was still standing quite close to her and it led Caster to wonder why he felt so comfortable around her. He had touched her face without a second thought. Even Azeal was more cautious than this around her and she was his Servant.

"Do I... not frighten you?" she asked him quietly, turning her head so that she could stare down into those strange, mismatched eyes of his. It was true that he too was different and to any other children he might have been somewhat scary. His eyes were full of wisdom that surpassed his years.
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