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| Vara | Mar 6 2010, 12:17 AM Post #1 |
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This thread is for nights in which you don't make it to the main topic. On nights in which you do make it to the main topic, what is posted there will be identical to here. |
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| Vara | Apr 19 2010, 10:10 PM Post #2 |
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Night -1st The Summoning "Damn cold...," the priest speaks, looking down at his notebook as the candlelight flickers. Pulling his robe tighter, he stands and begins to make his way over to the broken window. Feeling the draft coming from the bottom edge, he pulls a curtain over and stuffs it into the gap, blocking the air from flowing in. Not a second too late as the wind picks up once again and begins to howl. http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=rBdrlg2zVH4&feature=related Looking into the distant forest, the priest sighs deeply and turns to the clock on his wall. Seeing the approaching hour, he gathers both the notebook he was reading, and a think leatherbound grimoire. After putting the large grimoire into the sachel at his side, the priest began to route through the shelves around the room, talking many different items and systematically putting them into his sachel with his grimoire. With a grim look into his sachel, he sighs. Opening the notebook still in his hand, he begins to read as he makes his way towards and down the stairs. 14th Day; Midnight I can still see my cohorts in the local village. It appears that the news of my future plans has gotten out. There was truly no way to avoid it. If I can successfully perform the summoning though... they won't dare to come after me. Not until I've gotten the Grail. That is all the time I need. I cannot let anyone stop me. There is much I promised to fix, and much more I must have to soon. Can I truly trample the others? This question repeats itself in my mind each day, and each time I must tell it I must. Though it pains me to... I must crush those before me. With the power of the Grail, I can fix their lives just as I will fix the lives of my pupils. 25th Day; Afternoon The final watcher is dead. It was Mikhail, the only one who kept my secret. I promise, my friend, I will save you. I took from you the last reagent I required. Thank you once again, my faithful friend. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFnKAPNcqog Haulting his movement, the priest takes a moment to collect himself. Staring into the pages of his notebook, his jounal, Greger loses himself to his memories. Before too much time can pass though, his iron sense of duty breaks him from his reverie. I can not wait any longer. With a deep breathe, he finishes his short journey, arriving in a small cellar. Hurriedly, Greger begins to draw a complex symbol on the floor. He weaves a thread around the cramped cellar walls, lights a few systematically placed candles, and steps into the center of this arrangement. "Komm her, mein Beschutzer. Steh auf, mein Schwert. Assault meine Feinde, und diesen Krieg gewinnen. Kommen Sie!" As Greger's voice rings out, the symbol on the ground begins to glow. The thread on the walls floats away, and weaves its way around him, four loose ends drifting towards the candle's flames. Flaring briefly with mana, the thread lights on fire and the flame twists itself along it, coiling around Greger. Calming staring towards the center of his painted symbol, Greger ignores the flames, and with a powerful shout from his massive frame, a cold wind fills the cellar. Shielding his eyes, Greger's mind races with thoughts of failure. When the wind finally stops, a man shaped figure stands before Greger. Slowly, it's arms reach up. As they do, the snow covering its surface tightens and takes the form of a suit. Much quicker than expected, the frozen figure takes the shape of an average sized man with blonde hair, wearing a blue suit. "Well hello," the man addresses Greger, stretching his head back to get a look at his face. "I fancy you're the one who summoned me?" "Yes. My name is Greger. Greger Halcov. You are...?" "Ah, that's right. I am Servant Assassin. I don't think I've told many people my real name, but most people used to know me as November 11." Looking around, the man rubs his shoulders, "how about we go upstairs and get some tea?" With a nod, Greger reaches out and shakes Assassin's hand, dwarfing it all the while, then turns and leads him upstairs. "So Greger. What is it you do? I'd like to have a sense of who I'm working with here," Assassin speaks curtly, aware that the size difference between the two men means very little. Looking out the window, he continues. "I see you're enjoying a nice little stay in... the middle of nowhere... I hope you aren't one of those crazy fellows." With a gruff laugh, Greger gestures to a seat in front of the fireplace for Assassin and sets a kettle on the hearth. "I am priest. Was, I should say. They didn't like my magic, my pupils." Staring hard into Assassin's eyes, Greger speaks words that can't help but contradict each other to the knowing ear. With a strange expression, Assassin asks his question without words. "I am no magus, Assassin. A priest down to the core. But the magic I learned to help people, cost me my position. I do not practice it, because there is no need." Greger glances at the tea pot and continues. "Executors have been hunting. After me, for trying to meet you. I don't care what you want Grail for. But both us need it." With a grin of approval, "Well Greger, my master, I'm sure we'll do fine in this war. Those Executors won't be a single problem, and I don't plan on losing this," Assassin speaks, and looks Greger up and down as he rises to get the now boiling water, "though... You might be a little unsuited to all this sneaking business." With a surprising gentle laugh and touch, Greger chuckles and serves tea to himself and his guest. "No underestimate me," admonishing "Very experienced," condescending "But-" a pause. "-very understanding." With a smile, Greger sets a tea cup in front of Assassin as their future partnership shows its vast promise to them both. Edited by Vara, Apr 19 2010, 10:11 PM.
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| T3hDreadnaught | May 19 2010, 06:48 PM Post #3 |
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Night 0 The Beach "Assassin, I can understand the swimming... but.. why are you naked?" Looking down at the man, Greger sets the discarded suit on a patch of grass, and tries to avoid making.. eye contact, with his servant. "It just feels very liberating. You should try it some time. Very free," responding with the utmost dignity, Assassin steps into the water briefly before diving in. Glad to see the man somewhat covered, or at least distanced, Greger sighs to himself and rests on a nearby picnic table. Thinking over their future plans, Greger started to think about what the next step could be. He didn't know the city too well, and he was expected to defend himself and defeat other masters when it came down to fighting. Greger was capable by himself in hand to hand combat, more or less, but that would only help him against masters; servants were out of his league. For now he would have to rely on the naked servant for the time being. "The water is perfect! Come on in!" Greger's moment of thought was instantly broken as the eccentric servant burst through the water and called his master over. "No... I don't swim." Greger responded, then continued going back within his mind. Assassin merely shrugged and dove beneath the surface. Greger needed to make a move soon, whether that move be to stay or go he wasn't sure of. Instead of thinking on what could happen, he traced the intricate pattern on the back of his hand, the proof of him being a master. "Master, shall we take our leave?" Assassin, who was now out of the water and drying off, felt Greger's confusion and decided he should act upon it. "Although I suggest we stay here for now until we can think of something better to do, or if we get a tip as to where to go, or not to." Greger averted his eyes as he spoke. "All we can do. Set up camp here, we'll move when we think of something better to do." "Very well. You should take a dip then to relax." Assassin began taking off his shirt again, ready to jump back into the water. "No." |
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| Vara | May 21 2010, 04:55 PM Post #4 |
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Night 1 Assassin Walking quietly, Greger tries to detect the presence of his servant. Unable to do so without contacting him mentally, Greger inwardly applauds Assassin's stealth. Stepping up to the service door, the priest lowers his head and raises his hands in prayer. In only a few minutes, a golden blow briefly surrounds the man before disapearing.Nodding to himself the priest raises his foot and delivers a monstrous kick that knocks it off its hinges and through the room behind it. Quickly, Greger and his hidden servant move through the store's back rooms and emerge into the main area. Sensing something amiss, Greger and Assassin venture towards the source of the issue. In a flash of red, Assassin becomes completely visible. "What's the matter?" "I... don't know. I can't seem to hide anymore.. should we keep going?" Nodding to his servant, Greger continues on down the walkway. After hearing a gunshot, the two men quickly step behind a nearby pillar and begin to observe. ________________ Walking in through the front door, a young woman with a large floppy hat, blue yukata, blond hair and a large umbrella. Standing beside her is a young girl with purple hair, a blue uniform, and a gold armor covering one arm. Smiling brightly, the young woman waves to a red haired man wearing a hat and a large coat. Meters away is a small gothic teen, carefully eying the weapon dangling from his servant's hand. Accompanying the boy are two other people who look entirely normal, but pace around with terrible limps, slack jaws, and a bad odor. Accompanying the boy are two other people who look entirely normal, but pace around with terrible limps, slack jaws, and a bad odor. "Why hello there. You must be a servant. Is that boy over there your master?" Her well-intentioned words and upfront demeanor sets the red haired man back. Not even bothering to look to his master to consultation, he simply pulls a cigarette from his coat and lights it, resting his revolver on his shoulder. "Yeah. I am. I take it you are too eh?" being slightly cautious, the man watches the young girl from under the brim of his hat. Slowly, the girl steps forward and whispers something to her master. "Ohhhh yay~ There's even more people here. Come on out you two!" calling out to the distance, two men . The first is wearing a yellow suit, has blond hair, and is acting rather casually, but with a smug look on his face. The other is wearing a large dark coat over black robes, and wears a large golden cross around his neck. Towering over everyone here, the apparent priest seems to speak. "Hello. It looks like you found us. I can tell already, your all servant and master. I am too," speaking through a thick accent, the priest shakes hands with both the umbrella toting woman and the cigarette smoking servant. "Too early for blood. I want us to all work together." Behind the large man, his servant carefully eyes everyone present, looking for subtle hints to their intentions. Looking back to her servant and exchanging a quick nod, the yukata wearing woman cheerfully speaks up. "We'd love to, though, you have to promise to treat us nice~" teasing the priest, the quickly begins chatting with the girl at her side once again. |
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| Vara | May 23 2010, 01:15 AM Post #5 |
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Night 2 Mal Wart "Well, we're to be off, but before we leave, may I have a moment?" The floppy hatted woman addresses the priest. Stepping aside, the two discuss a few things between themselves for a few minutes. Taking the opportunity, the man in the suit walks up to the woman's servant. "Why hello there. You're a little young for this aren't you?" though the man speaks with kindness, his voices holds the very slightest of monotonous tones. Looking up at the man, the young girl brushes some hair from her face and speaks. "Do not allow this form to cause your judgment of ME. I have lived longer than you, I am sure, though I do not doubt your own ABILITY," polite and even as far as being eloquent, in a way, the girl responds to the suited man with a small bow in addition to her statement. "You may call me Saber, in the future," with the introduction, the girl looks up at the man, seeming to expect something from him. Smiling, he raises an index finger in the air and waggles it slightly. Not yet, girl. "Saber-chaaan~ It's time to go," calling to Saber, the floppy hatted woman prances out of sight. With a quick bow and a penetrating glance at the suited servant, Saber hurries after her whimsical master. With those two out of the area, the priest walks over to the sullen teenager in dark clothes. "My name is Greger. Is good to meet you...?" extending a massive hand, Greger's actions seem to surprise the boy. Stammering, he reaches out his own hand and shakes the priest's. "I'm M-Marcus. Marcus Underwood. How come you're talking with me, and not.. him?" pointing to the smoking servant, Marcus shows his incomprehension. Smiling somewhat crookedly, Greger delivers a very small sermon. "No matter how small, or how little strength a person have, everyone has value. That is something that all holy men should know," giving a truly crooked look at the uncaring servant, Greger continues. "Now... I do not see why we should fight. Not now, not yet. Is that okay?" Happy to be addressed and consulted, Marcus cheers himself greatly inside his mind. Showing his gratitude, he profusely shakes Greger's hand. "That's perfectly okay, yeah. I'd really like that right now actually," taking in the massive priest, Marcus was quiet sure he wouldn't last two minutes against the man. "That's Archer. He's a little unsociable, but you might-" taken aback by his servants contradictory behavior, Marcus watches as the two remaining men, the blond man in a suit, and his own red haired servant, laugh at some joke, each one blowing smoke into the air. "I think we can manage," Smiling, Greger pats a large hand on the boy's shoulder. |
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| Vara | May 23 2010, 04:28 AM Post #6 |
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Night 3 Having far from given up on the previous night's attempts at headstands, the pink haired Seira had tucked herself into a corner of the room to take a nap, but done so upside-down. Talking amongst themselves stood the girl clad in black armor, James Winston, the spikey haired suit wearing servant, and a man donning blue armor and a trident. Though the last of which refrained from participating in the conversation, and instead lurked behind his black clad master. Across the room, Saber and her master chatted quietly between themselves, constantly looking between the other patrons, the master's hat wagging all the while. Not too far from them sat two men on stools. The portly Alex insulted his servant once more before standing up. "Shut the hell up already, you worthless piece of crap. Just get the hell out of here!" the servant averted his eyes as his master berated him. Not sastisfied with the man's passive attitude, Alex hefted a bar stool before slamming it against the counter. Before he could utter his threat, however, a terrible scream tore through the room. All eyes turned towards the sleeping girl. Raising herself to her feet, Seira clutches her head with both hands. Continuing her deathly scream, Seira opens her eyes and looks to her servant. "Mrs.... Pointi.... CUDDLY! DOOR MAN! HELP THE COOKIES!" screaming louder than before, Seira collapses forward and falls silent. Caught by her black armored servant, she is gently set onto the floor. The air around the now unconcious girl begins to distort and turn very dark. Instantly, the distortion spreads throughout the room, encasing everyone present. Throughout the black plane, various images and scenes appear. Depictions of mutilation, murder, and various snack foods shimmer in and out of existence, making whoever they appeared next to start in surprise. As an image of a small, pink haired child appears in the center of the room, a fierce pain strikes through everyone. Coughing up blood or supporting themselves in some way, no one is spared. Sensing the imminent danger of the Reality Marble enveloping everyone, Saber looks back at her coughing master. With a look of determination, she steps towards the fallen Seira. "You have assaulted us, and now you must be JUDGED." Before Saber may advance any farther, two implike creatures appear before her in a flash of light. Standing behind the summons but infront of her master, the Black Armored servant places her hands on her hips and taunts the advancing Saber. "You knave! Step away from milady!" shouting loudly, the blue armored man rushes forward and intercepts Saber before she may take an action. Sweeping his trident low, he strikes Saber in the leg and forces her to one knee. In a whirling dervish of lanceplay, he gouges her vulnerable arm and thrusts squarely into her chest. Able to react just in time, Saber interposes her protected arm between her and the weapon and manages to avoid most of the damage. Following their leader, the two small creatures charge at Saber and swing their tiny weapons. Dodging one easily, Saber takes the other hit alonside her wounded leg. "Come on already, get in there you damn ding dong!" pushing his servant towards the wounded Saber, Alex sits onto the stool previously occupied by his servant. Smiling at the theft, Alex quickly scowls as he watches his servant lose his footing and crash into a table. His mode improves slightly though, as the image of a burning cage floats by his head. "Saber, focus on who you can! That armored servant has too much protection right now," calling to Saber, Ayana rests herself against an illusioned wall, shutting her eyes tightly to avoid seeing the horrific display. "I will obey, MASTER." Saber raises her arm and focuses for a moment. Materializing from her is a blue short sword. Turning to look at the red jacketed man with a heavy clunk, Saber charges forward in an instant. With one great arc, Saber's sword cleaves a gash in the man's chest, spraying blood along the floor and leaving glowing blue shards of light in his wound. Continuing with her momentum, Saber spins on the spot and thrusts her good leg out behind her. Catching the man heavily in the chest, Saber causes him to briefly take to the air before crashing heavily into a table. Muttering quietly to himself, the spikey haired man steps forward. Drawing a broken bladed sword from his suit, a light envelopes the weapon at is transforms into a large polearm with a wicked blade. His weapon pulsing with energy, the man charges forward. With incredibly speed, his weapon arcs through the air toward Saber, each strike aimed for her neck. Blocking the first with her blue sword, Saber's wounded arms give way, allowing the heavy blade to press into her shoulder, causing blood to flow down her back. Barely retracting the blade, the man twists the shaft and forces the weapon to arc to the side, cutting a deep gash along Saber's chest. As the young girl tries to counterattack, the man simply ducks the blow and strikes Saber in the side of the head with the flat of his blade. The blow send Saber sprawling to the floor. "Sorry about this girl!" drawing a playing card from his pocket, James recites a magic word and flicks the card towards the young girl as she tries to stand up. Pulsing with energy, the card explodes within a foot of Saber's beaten body. However, the energy from the blast moves in reverse. Clutching a mass of magical energy, Saber rights herself once more. Staring flatly at the man, she simply allows the energy to disapate. "Magic like that... I will not allow it to EXIST." Jumping forward, the black armored girl seems to challenge Saber. "Then try this!" forcing a blast of mana into Saber's face from only a few meters away, the girls attack simply vanishes before reaching Saber. "GO AWAY MRS MEAN AND GLOWY!" apparently conscious and screaming once more, Seira curses Saber, and as she does so, the servant falls to the ground, groaning in pain. Quickly, Ayana runs over to help her servant, hoping that the magical attacks have halted. With visions of insanity painting her vision, Saber manages to get to her feet. "I'll try and finish what we started, Saber," noticing that Seira's servant and minions made their way to her, Ayana sets her sight on the closest enemy she can see: the red jacketed man. Standing straight, Ayana tosses her hat to the ground and lets her long blond hair fall onto her yukata. Taking a stance like she held a lance, and not an umbrella, the woman begins to focus her magical energy. Withing seconds, her umbrella is alight with swirling mana. As the magic turns even faster, creating a magical drill, a burst of mana erupts from the handle. Charging a sped otherwise impossible, Ayana rockets towards her target. With a burning screech, her magical drill pierces through the man, removing a large portion of his side. Continuing on, Ayana's weapon lodges itself in a phantasmal wall. Alex looks over, unintersted, as his servant slumps to the floor, on the door of death. <i>You really are useless, aren't you, ya ding dong.... But you..</i> turning to look at Ayana as she attempts to pull her umbrella from the shifting wall, Alex licks his lips. ______________________ Resting on the steering wheel of his mutated ambulance, Rider lazily reads his book. Hoping to have found someone here, all he found was an empty tavern, a large, pink, heart shaped tower in the parking lot, and the faint feeling of an active reality marble. Not caring to waste his time, he simply indulged in his past time, not once bothering to remove his armor. After a few hours, someone knocked on his window. "Can I help you?" looking dow-... over, at the source of the knocking, Rider stared straight into the eyes of the 7 foot Greger Halcov. "You are... Rider, yes? I was hoping to hear about what was going on here," not sure whether to trust the priest or not, Rider HAD come looking for allies. "Let's see what we can talk about then..." Edited by Vara, May 23 2010, 04:29 AM.
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| Vara | May 24 2010, 12:04 PM Post #7 |
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Night 4 Time ticked slowly by as Rider and Team Assassin sat in front of the tavern rather awkwardly. There was little to discuss, and Assassin was walking around the parking lot looking for some way to look into the tavern. It proved no luck and Assassin ended up simply walking back and sitting by his master, shrugging to show his progress. "Well, this has been fun, but I'm off for now," Rider said suddenly, looking out the window with his helmet covering his face, "if anything comes up, don't think I'll be gone for long." And with that, he threw the ambulance into reverse and sped from the area in a puff of smoke and burnt rubber. Assassin coughed slightly after taking a breath in order to speak up. Rider was already long gone before Assassin could get his lungs working, and Greger only laughed to himself to help him. "Is alright. Do not worry about Rider. He be back when needed," Greger assured his partner. Assassin nodded and coughed out another lung full of smog before being able to breath deeply. He took a spot beside his master and rested. "This is dull." Assassin grumbled and shifted uncomfortably. "Take solace in little things. You are not hurting or being hurt. Instead, just wait." Greger patted his servant on the back. "Tell that to my lungs, they're practically dying." Greger and Assassin both laughed gently as they waited in the parking lot. |
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| Vara | May 27 2010, 09:27 PM Post #8 |
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| Vara | May 27 2010, 09:29 PM Post #9 |
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Night 6 The giant Berserker stares through his white mask at the servant before him. Stepping forward to finally take advantage of the now vulnerable Caster. Bracing herself for the oncoming onslaught, Caster throws her arms infront of her face. After waiting idly for a few very tense moments, Caster feels a tug at her collar. "Crankypants go fwoosh," quietly speaking and taking refuge behind her servant, Seira gestures to the man in question. As if frozen in time, Berserker stands terribly still as a green energy swirls around his body. Increasing in speed, the energy grows larger and eventually consumes Berserker's entire form. After a few more fantastic revolutions, the energy disapates, leaving the average looking man in the red jacket standing in the giant's place, causing Seira to shout in response, "Tableface! Tableface is back! Mrs Pointicuddly, let's go NOW!" As the girl screamed, a command spell disapates from her hand in her desire to ignore the rules of her servant's abilities. As Caster takes hold of her master's arm, the black and purple world around them disapears, revealing Chime's Tavern, complete with Teams Brawler and Lancer, as well as Assassin's master. Without even looking at those around her, Caster disappears in a flash of golden light with her master. Appearing with a fabulous gait, Assassin steps into everyone's field of view. Raising an arm into the air, the air condenses slightly and becomes incredibly cold at Assassin's command, causing a thin layer of ice to form over everyone present. After falling prey to the ambush, Lancer immediately takes action. With the aid of his spirit, he creates a large, bladed, shield-like sword on his arm. Taking Brawler in his sights, he charges forward and gouges him heavily across the arm with a large sweep. Grasping the wound, Brawler grits his teeth and follows some silent command. Charging towards Berserker, the sudden movement jostles his wound and causes him to fall to the ground in a growl of pain. Looking down at his wounded servant, Yuhito closes his eyes and begins to chant. As he does so, a sniper rifle appears in his hands. Glancing distastefully at the weak looking Berserker, he raises his rifle and fires a magically charged bullet at Lancer, grazing his shoulder but causing him pain none the less. Looking at the violence before him, Greger's face darkens. Taking one steady step forward, then another, followed by many more, Greger sprints the distance between himself and Berserker. Giving a great cry of fury, Greger forces Berserker to face his way, and as he does so, the priest's massive fist collides heavily with Berserker's nose, causing it to break and blood to spurt all over him. "Well screw this then. Get the hell up, ya ding dong, we're getting the hell out of here," pushing his servant towards the nearest alleyway, Alex runs off as fast as he can, which is still surprisingly quick for a burnt, fatting, middle-aged man. Scrambling to catch up with him, Berserker leaves the area. Looking around, Greger surveys who is left. The wounded Brawler, silent Yuhito, and swauve Assassin all look back at him. "Where did the Lancer go?" "He took off a little while ago actually. Right before Captain Ding Dong did," looking cross, Greger spits off to the side. |
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| Vara | May 28 2010, 05:54 PM Post #10 |
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Night 7 Shibuya River Walking across the river along the bridge, Greger takes careful note of his surroundings. Spread along one particular section of the bridge are many different gouges and marks, each made by a separate kind of weapon. Finding the apparent battle scene puzzling, Greger continues to ponder it as well as his earlier encounter with a moderator as his servant lights a cigarette and begins to smoke his second. ______________ As they entered the River's general area, a young boy wearing a crown had walked up to them. Silent through a through, he gave a cheer to Assassin and Greger. Somehow, the two felt like they knew eachother slightly better. Though.. neither one could feel any other effects ___________________ "Sorry about this, but I don't really have a choice about it. Well.. unless you want to lose the way anyway," laughing slightly, Assassin blows smoke into the air as the walk along. As the two men come to the end of the bridge, Assassin frowns, and Greger steps forward with a stern expression. "You... who are you?" his voice is harsh as he questions the woman standing before them. With a pained smile, she looks at the priest. "My name is Kuzuhara Ayana. Though, you may just call me Ayana. We met before, I'm sure you remember," her somewhat cheery demeanor all but disappears, "But... I hadn't expected to run into you again. Not ever..." Searching inside himself for the truth, Greger steels himself as he utters a few short prayers, a divine strength filling him once more. This woman.. should be dead. |
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| Vara | Jun 5 2010, 04:59 PM Post #11 |
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| Vara | Jun 5 2010, 04:59 PM Post #12 |
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Night 9 |
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| Vara | Jun 5 2010, 05:05 PM Post #13 |
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| Vara | Jun 5 2010, 05:12 PM Post #14 |
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| Vara | Jun 5 2010, 05:13 PM Post #15 |
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Night 13 Graveyard (Public Update and all) Resuming a battle lost to the public eye of nights past, our brave, omniscient-floating-magical-camera-in-the-sky swoops in to observe a rather familiar battle. Severely wounded and emitting a faint aura of decay, Saber stands before Caster, who smirks cockily behind her three minions and before a large pink tower. Standing off to the side, the red clad Archer and his dark clothed master watch with varying interests; and two zombies mill about the ruined gravestones, playing some grim soccer game with a disembodied skull. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDMICnWMJDE Looking rather frightened, Caster's young master Seira, glances around. "Ms Pointicuddly... is.. is.. is Meanandglowly a g.. ghost?" with teary eyes, Seira looks up at her servant. Giggling with malice, Caster pats the girl's head and whispers something in her ear. That very instant, Seira's demeanor shifts painfully. Filled with rage and muttering the vilest of curses, the girl crumples to her knees and begins to scream. "You made a mistake, Saber," glancing back at her terrified master, Caster feels a deep seeded regret. Forging forward, she continues. "You let us get away with just about anything, don't youuuuuu!" her sad voice turning into a laughing cackle, Caster doubles over as her master's magic takes root. Spreading out from the girl, a dark and purple world envelopes the graveyard, making it even more terrifying. With expressions of pain and revulsion, everyone who wasn't Caster, Seira or a goblin keeled forward, spitting up blood. "What the hell is this!" gasping for breath, Marcus is helped to his feet by his enduring servant. The nearby zombies' flesh seems to slid from their bodies as the creatures are stripped of their last vestiges of life. Most notable of all, however, is Saber. Bending down on one knee, Saber's childish face contorts into a crazed, malicious smile. "I may die again, but you shall not PROFIT. This war will not end how you think, CASTER," suffering from her already numerous wounds, blood leaks profusely from Saber's mouth. With glazed eyes, the girl slumps forward, falling to rest her second and hopefully final time. Happy to see the death of the former servant, Caster bends down to her screaming master and begins to coax her from her fit. After struggling to do so for several minutes, Caster finally succeeds in calming the girl down, and as she does so, the world around them reverts to normal. Angrily, Archer begins to step towards Caster, his gun in hand. Closing only a short 4 yards of the distance between them, Archer, as well as everyone else still alive, is blown off his feet and into nearby obstacles causing some bodily harm. The cause of this shock wave is none other than Rider, his snake-like train tearing into the graveyard with no discretion. Spilling from a passenger car of the train, Ayana runs forth to the fallen body of Saber. Her eyes wet with tears once more, she begins to weep uncontrollably. Slower than the woman to get out of the train, the two twin girls join her next to Saber's body. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARbC8Ef08gc The first girl leans down to Ayana and tries to speak to her, but is quickly pushed away. Watching her sister try in vain, the ever quiet Miyuki raises a hand towards Ayana. Her face impassive as ever, the girl causes a change in the twice-mourning woman. With no trace of her former sadness except for the continual tears, Ayana rises from Saber's body, a look of cold indifference painted on her face. "I suppose we have to.. don't we..," sighing, Mizuki walks back to her sister and the two of them join Rider once more. Watching the situation unfold before her, Caster's thoughts begin to fly. With a flash of light, her formely vibrant green dress is replaced with a bright, cheery, white and pink dress. Taking her master by the hand, Caster turns and, with a pull of her eyelid and an impressive raspberry, taunts her would be attackers. "Ta ta~" in a flash of golden light, Caster, Seira, Archer, and Marcus all vanish from the graveyard, leaving only a few confused goblins behind. Looking crookedly at where they left from, Miyuki makes her way over and begins to inspect the area. "Rider.. here, this might help if something happens," casting some form of spell on her servant, Mizuki causes many lights to appear and circle around Rider, illuminating his mechanical suit. Hearing a clamour, the entirety of Team Rider looks to the stairway. Rushing up the steps is a very tall man, a great golden cross dangling around his next. Paying no attention to those infront of him, the man speaks in prayer, and by the time he is within a few yards of the twin children and impassive Ayana, he seems to shimmer with power. The man, Greger, looks around the clearing, then down at Saber's bloody form. "They run away?" recieving a nod from Miyuki, Greger sighs heavily. "Come, Assassin. Too slow." Stepping from behind the inexplicable shadows of the nearby trees is the handsomly dressed Assassin. Smiling sheepishly, he turns to those present. "What a shame. I was hoping we could have a little chat with them, but.." looking at the empty air, "maybe it's best we didn't get here too early?" Sitting onto a tombstone, Assassin lets his thoughts wander now that his mark was gone. Placing his feet onto the control panel, Rider pulls a book from somewhere in his armor and begins to read, though it is hardly a minute before he scowls and puts it back, the title, Tortoise and the Hare, showing briefly. "Oh how can I finish at a time like this! This entire day is much too sad." |
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8:58 PM Jul 10