IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
*Silently rewrites all of the possible endings for Impetus*
Fate/Distorted Reflection [FSN AU Quest]
- Thread starter Kyrina
- Start date
*Silently rewrites all of the possible endings for Impetus*
- Location
- South Africa
I'm certainly finding it tempting.
Though this is also a good idea. (I confess that I have a bit of a thing for reverse harems and bisexual harems are interesting)
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
There's shipping in this Quest? When did that happen?
Just let it happen, you aren't going to stop it.
- Location
- South Africa
Shippers gonna ship. All they need is to be aware of a rumour of a character's existence to ship them.There's shipping in this Quest? When did that happen?
XkaliburRage
Perpetual Procrastinator
[X] Go assure Wilfred you're alright, introduce Berserker since it is possible the two will end up working together.
Ah~ the majestic tsundere... See how both the male and female first seem to loath one another...
Ah~ the majestic tsundere... See how both the male and female first seem to loath one another...
Oh my sweet summer child, this is a Fate quest. The shipping has begun with the first postThere's shipping in this Quest? When did that happen?
First Night - Home Safe
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
[X] Go assure Wilfred you're alright, introduce Berserker since it's possible the two will end up working together
Much as sleep sounds like heaven right now letting Wilfred worry about you for the rest of the night is not an acceptable course of action. Neither is letting Berserker introduce himself, that's not his place it's yours. The one thing you have to do before giving in to the exhaustion tugging relentlessly at the corners of your eyes.
Gravel crunches under tired steps up to the door. You don't have the key but it's not as if the Lady of the house needs a key. The door recognises the touch of your fingers, the flicker of pranna in your circuits, and swings open soundlessly. It would be so easy just to pass the door to the living room, tiptoe up the staircase and collapse in bed. So easy but not what should be done. Tiredly you shrug out of your heavy coat and hang it on the coat stand by the door.
You straighten your back, forcing aside the tired protest of your muscles and push open the door into the living room. The pale cream colour scheme of the room, walls, furniture, bookcases all only a few shades off white, catches the warm orange glow of the lit lamps. It doesn't quite flicker like a proper fire would but the effect is familiar enough and welcome.
Wilfred's sitting on one of the three arm chairs, the slightly battered one pushed into the corner, a cheap mug filled with what you can only assume is tea rests on his knee. His eyes are closed lightly. So, he's sent one or more of his familiar's into the city. At least he's not been waiting uselessly for you to walk in.
You cough politely, making him aware without startling him from his observations. Berserker occupies the sofa that seats four comfortably. With Berserker taking up half of it in a lazily possessive slouch it could perhaps fit one more person without impeding on either occupants personal space. The springs creak a little as Berserker shifts his weight around a little, getting comfortable.
"Ma'am, it's good to see you're back safely." Wilfred says, opening his eyes with a smile. The smile dies after a moment. "My lady, your throat...." Your hand flies to where Berserker grabbed you when you summoned him. There's a twinge of pain, bruised flesh objecting to further abuse. In the car right after it must have been hidden by the collar of your coat, but now you've taken it off....
"I'm fine, it's nothing." It's certainly unnerving to be reminded of that first, near disastrous, interaction with Berserker. "Personal injury is a hazard of the Grail War, there's no need for concern."
Wilfred's gaze remains intensely on the bruises for a moment before softening a little and averting to the floor. "As you say, was your first night successful?" You grimace, Berserker makes a quiet growling noise that speaks more of frustration than anger.
"We met Archer at the Historic Docks, which Heroic Spirit she is I couldn't determine, but she left the conflict with several injuries." For the bloodstains on his clothes Berserker isn't acting very injured. Either he'd ignoring the injuries with his battle continuation or they'd been healing passively without your input.
"The most debilitating of which was inflicted by Lady Myrna." Berserker clarifies. Wilfred's attention turns to your Servant and for a bare second his face flickers with distaste. It's gone within that second and it was a subtle expression anyway, just a marginal downturn of his lips and a slight narrowing of his eyes. Not something you would have noticed if you hadn't seen his face every day for the whole of your life. Hopefully Berserker won't have noticed.
"I see, congratulations ma'am." Wilfred offers and you accept with a dismissive wave of your hand. What happened wasn't really something to boast about.
"This is Berserker, in life he was Vlad Tepes. Please treat him with every respect while he's with us." Wilfred can be trusted not to blab Berserker's identity to an enemy Master, especially since you intend for him never to come across an enemy Master. There should be no danger in telling him just who is lounging on the four seater sofa like a king.
"Of course ma'am, may I get you anything or will you be withdrawing to your rooms directly?" The call of hot, sweet, comforting tea is strong. The siren song of sleep is stronger. You've introduced them, Wilfred knows not to antagonise the progenitor of Dracula's legend, you can sleep without worrying.
"No, it's a little late for anything I think." Wilfred nods and you retreat from the living room. Leaving Berserker and Wilfred alone with each other, you pause a moment by the door curious to see what, if anything, they'll say to each other.
"Aren't the Heroic Spirits supposed to protect those that summon them? Out of self interest if nothing else." Oh what a troublesome butler you employ, to talk to any heroic spirit like that... it's impudence of the highest order. It's nice to know he cares but there are better ways to show it than antagonising Berserker like that.
"I have protected her." Berserker answers coolly. You almost wish you could see their faces but Wilfred would never say this in front of you.
"Then how did someone manage to get their hands around Myrna's neck?" That's the angriest you've ever heard Wilfred, harsh and clipped but not raising his voice at all. It's also the first time you've ever heard him use your first name. You weren't sure he was even capable of saying it.
The creak of the sofa springs almost drowns out Wilfred's panicked gasp. "It is good that Lady Myrna has such a loyal and devoted servant in you. That and your value to her has spared your life, magus, but in the future when your mistress commands you treat someone with respect it would be best if you obeyed her properly, don't you think?"
"My orders are to protect her and I will follow them to my dying breath, Berserker." His orders... from whom? Your father? Mother?
Berserker laughs, a low chuckle of mirth. "Continue in this way and that will be sooner than you think." Springs creak telling you Berserker's back lounging on the sofa. "Perhaps a glass of wine, it has been so long since I had one."
"Red or white, sir?" It sounds like Wilfred is speaking through gritted teeth. At least they're being civil now. You hurry upstairs before Wilfred can catch you eavesdropping.
You resist the call of your four poster bed long enough to change and brush your teeth. After that sleep comes almost before your head touches the pillows.
....they were everywhere something had to be done....
A proud, stern man with icy blue eyes surveys his work. A forest of the dead hoisted into the air, impaled, their blood dripping down the pale spears. The first of many acts that would earn him a much feared title.
....so will all invaders be punished, they will look on my warning and quail....
Burning, burning and beheading. Screaming everywhere. Not just soldiers, not in battle, a slaughter, a massacre. Thousands counted to be dead, legions more burning in their houses. Hate poured forth to ravage all those in his way.
....thus do I break the peace, let us have war....
You gasp awake, a ray of sunlight finding its way through a chink in the curtains and into your eyes. You push yourself up, rubbing one brow with the heel of your hand. The dream you had, it's already fading away but the impression remains with you. The anger, the malice, that Vlad Tepes had once felt in life, it sends a frigid shiver up your spine. That anyone could feel that way, could condone such actions let alone order them.
Even before the creation of Dracula by Bram Stoker, Vlad the Impaler had the makings of a monster.
It's no time to dwell on it now though. The Grail War has started and you must use the daylight hours to plan your next move, try and identify Archer and devise a strategy to deal with her when she inevitably attacks again.
Yawning you get out of bed and wander towards the bathroom.
Feeling refreshed by the hot water and slightly peckish you push open the door separating your bath room from your room and....
"Hey!" Diana says brightly, perched on the edge of your bed. Her hair's down today, waving down to just over her shoulders, and she's wearing something vaguely sensible, black trousers and a long sleeved blouse in pale grey.
You blink at her, rather hoping she'll just go away. She remains stubbornly smiling on the bed. "No... you aren't in my room." She's definitely not about to try and critique your fashion sense in the middle of a Grail War. That would just be....
"I brought clothes!" Diana sings cheerfully. You beat your head against the doorframe once. "Nice towel by the way, fetching." You hit the doorframe with your head once more.
Half an hour later, after a very quiet argument about whether or not suits were suitable attire for Magus, you drag Diana out of your room and downstairs. Somehow she talked you into a floral skirt and matching shirt. It could be worse, she could have insisted on the ridiculous ball gown she liberated from the manor. You suppose you should be glad all she meant by bringing clothes was that she'd brought her pick of the wardrobe you'd left behind before coming here.
"Listen Diana, I shouldn't have said some of what I did yesterday." You say quickly, hoping that speed will make apologising to her easier. "I'm... sorry." She squeezes your hand.
"Figured you were," Diana grins at you as you reach the bottom of the stairs and pause, a little lost. Which way is the dining room in this house? It's been years and years since you were last here.
"Follow me ma'am." Wilfred appears from nowhere like he usually seems to. "Berserker is waiting; he wishes to discuss tactics for the night ahead." That makes sense, Berserker doesn't strike you as the type to want to waste time just for eating if it can possibly be combined with some other activity.
Before Wilfred can take a step towards wherever the dining room a bell chimes, high pitched and... electronic? It certainly doesn't sound quite right but your boundary fields don't have a bell warning sound on them. Some older safeguard?
"What...?"
"The doorbell, ma'am, it was installed when this house was being considered as a property that could be rented out." Wilfred informs dryly. Oh.
"Well answer it then." If you sound snappy it's hardly your fault since you keep being surprised in your own home. That's not supposed to happen. Why weren't you informed of this doorbell being installed anyway?
Wilfred does so, opening the door for you and Diana to look down the drive at the pair of people at the closed gates. At once you're fuming. Alistair, damn him, and a tall woman, statuesque is the proper word to describe her, with long, flowing, lilac hair that reaches down to her ankles. So... either Alistair acquired a minion, highly unlikely, or she is his Servant.
Berserker melts out of the air beside you, pale spear in hand, ice blue eyes fixed on the lilac haired woman. She's definitely a Servant.
Alistair waves cheerfully at you. "So, about that alliance we were discussing last night deal or no deal?" He flashes what he must suppose to be a charming smile. Diana makes a gagging sound beside you. Wilfred's face hardens into a severe frown.
[ ] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
[ ] Decline his offer of an alliance, send them away
Later will you....
[ ] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
[ ] Leave Berserker and Wilfred's differences alone, not everyone is going to work well together and now you know.
Obviously private matters like your butler and your Servant not getting along would not be aired in front of Alistair and the mysterious lilac haired Servant with him, in case you were worried about that happening should you choose to ally with them.
Much as sleep sounds like heaven right now letting Wilfred worry about you for the rest of the night is not an acceptable course of action. Neither is letting Berserker introduce himself, that's not his place it's yours. The one thing you have to do before giving in to the exhaustion tugging relentlessly at the corners of your eyes.
Gravel crunches under tired steps up to the door. You don't have the key but it's not as if the Lady of the house needs a key. The door recognises the touch of your fingers, the flicker of pranna in your circuits, and swings open soundlessly. It would be so easy just to pass the door to the living room, tiptoe up the staircase and collapse in bed. So easy but not what should be done. Tiredly you shrug out of your heavy coat and hang it on the coat stand by the door.
You straighten your back, forcing aside the tired protest of your muscles and push open the door into the living room. The pale cream colour scheme of the room, walls, furniture, bookcases all only a few shades off white, catches the warm orange glow of the lit lamps. It doesn't quite flicker like a proper fire would but the effect is familiar enough and welcome.
Wilfred's sitting on one of the three arm chairs, the slightly battered one pushed into the corner, a cheap mug filled with what you can only assume is tea rests on his knee. His eyes are closed lightly. So, he's sent one or more of his familiar's into the city. At least he's not been waiting uselessly for you to walk in.
You cough politely, making him aware without startling him from his observations. Berserker occupies the sofa that seats four comfortably. With Berserker taking up half of it in a lazily possessive slouch it could perhaps fit one more person without impeding on either occupants personal space. The springs creak a little as Berserker shifts his weight around a little, getting comfortable.
"Ma'am, it's good to see you're back safely." Wilfred says, opening his eyes with a smile. The smile dies after a moment. "My lady, your throat...." Your hand flies to where Berserker grabbed you when you summoned him. There's a twinge of pain, bruised flesh objecting to further abuse. In the car right after it must have been hidden by the collar of your coat, but now you've taken it off....
"I'm fine, it's nothing." It's certainly unnerving to be reminded of that first, near disastrous, interaction with Berserker. "Personal injury is a hazard of the Grail War, there's no need for concern."
Wilfred's gaze remains intensely on the bruises for a moment before softening a little and averting to the floor. "As you say, was your first night successful?" You grimace, Berserker makes a quiet growling noise that speaks more of frustration than anger.
"We met Archer at the Historic Docks, which Heroic Spirit she is I couldn't determine, but she left the conflict with several injuries." For the bloodstains on his clothes Berserker isn't acting very injured. Either he'd ignoring the injuries with his battle continuation or they'd been healing passively without your input.
"The most debilitating of which was inflicted by Lady Myrna." Berserker clarifies. Wilfred's attention turns to your Servant and for a bare second his face flickers with distaste. It's gone within that second and it was a subtle expression anyway, just a marginal downturn of his lips and a slight narrowing of his eyes. Not something you would have noticed if you hadn't seen his face every day for the whole of your life. Hopefully Berserker won't have noticed.
"I see, congratulations ma'am." Wilfred offers and you accept with a dismissive wave of your hand. What happened wasn't really something to boast about.
"This is Berserker, in life he was Vlad Tepes. Please treat him with every respect while he's with us." Wilfred can be trusted not to blab Berserker's identity to an enemy Master, especially since you intend for him never to come across an enemy Master. There should be no danger in telling him just who is lounging on the four seater sofa like a king.
"Of course ma'am, may I get you anything or will you be withdrawing to your rooms directly?" The call of hot, sweet, comforting tea is strong. The siren song of sleep is stronger. You've introduced them, Wilfred knows not to antagonise the progenitor of Dracula's legend, you can sleep without worrying.
"No, it's a little late for anything I think." Wilfred nods and you retreat from the living room. Leaving Berserker and Wilfred alone with each other, you pause a moment by the door curious to see what, if anything, they'll say to each other.
"Aren't the Heroic Spirits supposed to protect those that summon them? Out of self interest if nothing else." Oh what a troublesome butler you employ, to talk to any heroic spirit like that... it's impudence of the highest order. It's nice to know he cares but there are better ways to show it than antagonising Berserker like that.
"I have protected her." Berserker answers coolly. You almost wish you could see their faces but Wilfred would never say this in front of you.
"Then how did someone manage to get their hands around Myrna's neck?" That's the angriest you've ever heard Wilfred, harsh and clipped but not raising his voice at all. It's also the first time you've ever heard him use your first name. You weren't sure he was even capable of saying it.
The creak of the sofa springs almost drowns out Wilfred's panicked gasp. "It is good that Lady Myrna has such a loyal and devoted servant in you. That and your value to her has spared your life, magus, but in the future when your mistress commands you treat someone with respect it would be best if you obeyed her properly, don't you think?"
"My orders are to protect her and I will follow them to my dying breath, Berserker." His orders... from whom? Your father? Mother?
Berserker laughs, a low chuckle of mirth. "Continue in this way and that will be sooner than you think." Springs creak telling you Berserker's back lounging on the sofa. "Perhaps a glass of wine, it has been so long since I had one."
"Red or white, sir?" It sounds like Wilfred is speaking through gritted teeth. At least they're being civil now. You hurry upstairs before Wilfred can catch you eavesdropping.
You resist the call of your four poster bed long enough to change and brush your teeth. After that sleep comes almost before your head touches the pillows.
....they were everywhere something had to be done....
A proud, stern man with icy blue eyes surveys his work. A forest of the dead hoisted into the air, impaled, their blood dripping down the pale spears. The first of many acts that would earn him a much feared title.
....so will all invaders be punished, they will look on my warning and quail....
Burning, burning and beheading. Screaming everywhere. Not just soldiers, not in battle, a slaughter, a massacre. Thousands counted to be dead, legions more burning in their houses. Hate poured forth to ravage all those in his way.
....thus do I break the peace, let us have war....
You gasp awake, a ray of sunlight finding its way through a chink in the curtains and into your eyes. You push yourself up, rubbing one brow with the heel of your hand. The dream you had, it's already fading away but the impression remains with you. The anger, the malice, that Vlad Tepes had once felt in life, it sends a frigid shiver up your spine. That anyone could feel that way, could condone such actions let alone order them.
Even before the creation of Dracula by Bram Stoker, Vlad the Impaler had the makings of a monster.
It's no time to dwell on it now though. The Grail War has started and you must use the daylight hours to plan your next move, try and identify Archer and devise a strategy to deal with her when she inevitably attacks again.
Yawning you get out of bed and wander towards the bathroom.
Feeling refreshed by the hot water and slightly peckish you push open the door separating your bath room from your room and....
"Hey!" Diana says brightly, perched on the edge of your bed. Her hair's down today, waving down to just over her shoulders, and she's wearing something vaguely sensible, black trousers and a long sleeved blouse in pale grey.
You blink at her, rather hoping she'll just go away. She remains stubbornly smiling on the bed. "No... you aren't in my room." She's definitely not about to try and critique your fashion sense in the middle of a Grail War. That would just be....
"I brought clothes!" Diana sings cheerfully. You beat your head against the doorframe once. "Nice towel by the way, fetching." You hit the doorframe with your head once more.
Half an hour later, after a very quiet argument about whether or not suits were suitable attire for Magus, you drag Diana out of your room and downstairs. Somehow she talked you into a floral skirt and matching shirt. It could be worse, she could have insisted on the ridiculous ball gown she liberated from the manor. You suppose you should be glad all she meant by bringing clothes was that she'd brought her pick of the wardrobe you'd left behind before coming here.
"Listen Diana, I shouldn't have said some of what I did yesterday." You say quickly, hoping that speed will make apologising to her easier. "I'm... sorry." She squeezes your hand.
"Figured you were," Diana grins at you as you reach the bottom of the stairs and pause, a little lost. Which way is the dining room in this house? It's been years and years since you were last here.
"Follow me ma'am." Wilfred appears from nowhere like he usually seems to. "Berserker is waiting; he wishes to discuss tactics for the night ahead." That makes sense, Berserker doesn't strike you as the type to want to waste time just for eating if it can possibly be combined with some other activity.
Before Wilfred can take a step towards wherever the dining room a bell chimes, high pitched and... electronic? It certainly doesn't sound quite right but your boundary fields don't have a bell warning sound on them. Some older safeguard?
"What...?"
"The doorbell, ma'am, it was installed when this house was being considered as a property that could be rented out." Wilfred informs dryly. Oh.
"Well answer it then." If you sound snappy it's hardly your fault since you keep being surprised in your own home. That's not supposed to happen. Why weren't you informed of this doorbell being installed anyway?
Wilfred does so, opening the door for you and Diana to look down the drive at the pair of people at the closed gates. At once you're fuming. Alistair, damn him, and a tall woman, statuesque is the proper word to describe her, with long, flowing, lilac hair that reaches down to her ankles. So... either Alistair acquired a minion, highly unlikely, or she is his Servant.
Berserker melts out of the air beside you, pale spear in hand, ice blue eyes fixed on the lilac haired woman. She's definitely a Servant.
Alistair waves cheerfully at you. "So, about that alliance we were discussing last night deal or no deal?" He flashes what he must suppose to be a charming smile. Diana makes a gagging sound beside you. Wilfred's face hardens into a severe frown.
[ ] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
[ ] Decline his offer of an alliance, send them away
Later will you....
[ ] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
[ ] Leave Berserker and Wilfred's differences alone, not everyone is going to work well together and now you know.
Obviously private matters like your butler and your Servant not getting along would not be aired in front of Alistair and the mysterious lilac haired Servant with him, in case you were worried about that happening should you choose to ally with them.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
[X] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
With this chapter, I realize I really need to pick up my production of Impetus.
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
With this chapter, I realize I really need to pick up my production of Impetus.
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- Location
- England
[X] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
I will edit in the second vote soon, once I think about it.
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
I will edit in the second vote soon, once I think about it.
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
I wouldn't worry about it, I'm just insane
Impetus updates seem to be waaay bigger than mine so waiting is hardly a problem.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
I wouldn't worry about it, I'm just insane
Impetus updates seem to be waaay bigger than mine so waiting is hardly a problem.
There not that big of chapters.
*Quickly checks*
Impetus: Averages about 4.5-5K words
Distorted Reflection: About 2-3K words.
...Never mind I'm over thinking this. And thanks for saying waitings not a problem, it feels weird leaving a thread untouched for a week on end.
- Location
- USA
[x] Decline his offer of an alliance, send them away
[x] Leave Berserker and Wilfred's differences alone, not everyone is going to work well together and now you know.
[x] Leave Berserker and Wilfred's differences alone, not everyone is going to work well together and now you know.
- Location
- nullptr
[X] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
TheRuisu
I think that I'm the Dragon
- Location
- Best Location, of course. Keijoverse
[X] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
Not closing votes yet, just a tally to see how things stand.The Tally said:
Second Day - An Alliance
Kyrina
A Simple Merchant of Mirrors
- Location
- England
[X] Accept the offer of an alliance, invite him and his Servant in to talk tactics and information
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
No. Just no way, there's nothing on the face of the earth that could make allying with Alistair an acceptable proposition. He's a smug git and that's never going to change. If it wasn't for the witnesses and the daylight you'd ask Berserker to remove him from your driveway and the War.
But Archer is still out there. Archer who could somehow keep up with Berserker despite her appallingly low parameters, Archer who nearly killed you both.... You might need some help to deal with her, or at least someone to throw in her way to buy time for you and Berserker to figure out a plan. It's not like you'd have to spend a long time with Alistair in that case. Just confirm the alliance, share information then kick him out.
"Berserker, what's your opinion?" If he refuses to consider the idea then you have the perfect excuse to ignore those reasons pushing for acceptance. An alliance would be all but useless if the Servants involved object to it, you aren't going to waste a Command Spell on stopping Berserker killing Alistair's Servant if he wants to.
"Accept the alliance, in this early stage he will have little reason to break it." Berserker answers softly. "If he does betray us I will see him suitably punished." You gulp dryly at the image that conjures up. You know exactly how violent and cruel your Servant can be without the distortion of his legend. You nod, the potential to remove Archer from play without too much risk is rather too tempting to refuse simply because of personal distaste.
"We accept," you grit out between your teeth and nod to Wilfred. A frown on his face your butler goes to open the gates and let Alistair and his Servant in. There's no point in accepting if you don't discuss how things are going to work after all.
"Myr, are you sure this is a good idea?" Diana asks barely whispering the words in your ear, hand finding yours and squeezing. "He's an Enforcer, I don't think even the three of us could...."
"I can beat him." You've done it before. "And no I don't think this is a good idea but I know him better than any other competitor. I know how far I can trust him." Which is about as far as you can throw him.
"And I shall keep a close eye on him." Berserker announces, making Diana jump in shock. You smile a little and squeeze her hand back. The gates at the end of the drive open smoothly and Wilfred barely pauses to see if Alistair and his Servant are following before stalking back towards the house.
Alistair is the same scruffy ill-kempt man he's always been, at least this time he's not smoking but the stink of stale cigarettes clings to him regardless. His Servant is another matter altogether. Tall and elegant you're rather surprised Alistair of all people summoned her. She's dressed for moving about the city unnoticed in a cream knit jumper and a dark beige pair of trousers. Now she's closer her hair is unashamedly lilac coloured and dangerously close to brushing the ground with every step she takes. Her eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark glasses but her face is like something from a Greek statue, chiselled and refined. You'd almost say her features are perfect.
"A Rider..." that's surprising. Alistair wouldn't have tried for a Rider, no he would have gone for a Sabre to try and assure his victory with the supposed strongest class. You're pretty sure he would have tried his damndest to get King freaking Arthur as Sabre. You're quite relieved he didn't succeed.
"A Berserker..." Alistair seems equally surprised with the class of Servant you summoned. You almost wonder what he was expecting from you.
Berserker glares down his nose at Alistair, you force yourself not to smile at that and sternly remind yourself that you are supposed to be polite in this situation. Berserker has an excuse to be less than civil, you do not.
"We were about to breakfast and discuss the events of last night, would you care to join us?" You hope he refuses but the smirk growing on his face tells you otherwise.
"I'd love to." At least he has the sense not to try and escort you to your own dining room. Granted the last time he tried that you'd sort of introduced your fist to his face hard enough Alistair's fellow Enforcers assumed he'd fallen foul of a particularly vicious Dead Apostle on a recent hunt. He'd never denied that as far as you know.
There's an OS map spread over the table, breakfast spread around it. Jam jar holding down one corner, intersecting with the Isle of White, a toast rack on another with a bread basket with untoasted bread guarding the far left corner with a twin at the right. Berserker studies the map intently, memorising it you suspect, his hands framing the city. Rider may be looking at the map, you can't tell with those glasses concealing her eyes.
You take a bite of toast and marmalade before marking the Historic Dockyard as a confirmed sighting of Archer. "So, Archer was here last night guarding the Docks against Masters trying to use anything within as a catalyst for their summoning." She had done a very good job of guarding it against you and Berserker too but Alistair didn't need to know that.
"It's unlikely she'll be there now, the other Servants should all be summoned at this point." Berserker says. "In this case I would expect an Archer to attempt to hold this area here, the high vantage point there would suit her ranged abilities best." He indicates Gunwharf Quays, clearly the Spinnaker Tower would provide the height but the shopping/dining development is all on two layers anyway. Archer wouldn't need the tower for a height advantage.
"Agreed," Alistair had finished a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages quickly and now had moved on to toast and marmite. "We didn't encounter anyone last night but the city is large and I suspect that the residential districts won't attract any other teams as of yet." So, he'd patrolled the area around his base of operations and found no one. Interesting.
"Wilfred, did your familiars see anything last night?" You hope they did because so far you don't have a great deal of information to work with. Getting more before nightfall would have to be a priority at this rate.
"A man with silver hair and red eyes moving towards the Football Stadium ma'am, when one tried to get closer to him he sensed it and destroyed it with what I think was a wire construct." Ah, the Einsbern master. But why would he go towards the stadium? Was his base of operations near there or was there another reason? You note it down anyway.
"Anything else?" You ask, hoping there will be something at least. Wilfred shakes his head.
"I apologise, my familiars did not range too deeply into the city last night. I was more concerned with those who may wish to attack this house." That's reasonable, you certainly wouldn't have ordered much different.
"Why don't we just check out the news?" Diana asks. You all turn to her with disbelieving expressions. "What? If there's been anything large scale going on, a destructive fight between two Servants say, then there will be some kind of report on it in the local news."
"But they won't have had time to write and print it out yet." You point out reasonably. Diana smacks her palm into her face.
"Not a newspaper Myrna, the news." You don't get it. "On the telly."
"Diana I don't have a television." You've never seen the point, besides nothing on the mundane news would really affect you. Wilfred clears his throat delicately.
"Actually ma'am there is a television in this house. It was installed in case we ended up renting it out." Why do people keep putting things in your houses without checking to see if you want them there first?
"What." You say flatly.
"Never mind that, this'll really help." Diana says excitedly, abandoning her sardines in favour of leaping to her feet. "C'mon, the news really will help us figure out what else happened last night." When did she decide she was a part of this? When did she start thinking in terms of us and them?
"Alright, if you say it will help reveal the events of last night then it would be foolish to ignore it But we're going to finish breakfast first." By we you mean you, since you are the only person who still has food left to eat it seems after Diana inhales her previously abandoned sardines. You sigh at her lack of manners and polish off your last slice of toast in a few quick bites.
Berserker claims the map and Wilfred shows you the room that houses the wide, black rectangle that is the mysterious television. It's as unknowable as the true magics and you regard it with some trepidation.
"Don't tell me you've never seen a telly before." Alistair flops down onto an armchair, infuriatingly comfortable and unconcerned. Rider takes up station behind him, silent as ever.
"Not all of us waste our time on trivial pursuits." You level a baleful glare at him. "Some of us actually further our family research." There's a hum and a crackle. You flinch at the unexpected noise and Alistair snickers.
"Right, news... news...." Diana's perched herself on the edge of the sofa, thankfully Berserker hasn't taken to lounging on this one, with a dark blocky thing in one hand. The thing is aimed at the television and whenever Diana presses a button the image the machine shows changes. Berserker spreads the map over the coffee table as snatches of several different conversations flash around the room.
It's a strange device, not at all what you expected from how Diana described it. You thought it would be more immersive than it is. It's just images and sound, how could that provoke the kind of reactions that Diana described when she got it into her head to try and persuade you to purchase one.
"Ah, here we go." A woman in a white shirt sitting behind a desk of some kind is on the television and stays there. There's another set of images in the background. You wince a little as you recognise the aftermath of Berserker and Archer's fight.
"... hundreds of thousands of pounds of damage to HMS Victory. Repairs will commence as soon as the site is cleared for other explosive devices. The family of the dead security guard are devastated at the loss." You blanch. Someone was there? Someone was caught in that explosion?
"The devastation at Southsea Pier occurred earlier in the evening and investigators are not treated it as related to the attack on the Historic Dockyard. Reports of strange lights in the sky and shouting from the area at the time the explosions are thought to have occurred do not seem to be linked to any known terrorist groups." So there was a fight between Servants at the pier as well. You wonder which two, the lights could be indicative of Caster's involvement but given Archer's penchant for blinding light in some of her attacks you can't be sure.
"Now in other news the Prime Minister has..." the sound cuts out but the woman on screen keeps moving her lips like she's talking. Did Diana just cut off the sound?
"You blew up the Historic Dockyard?" Alistair's eyes are wide and he's sitting forward in his seat, clutching at the cream arm rests for dear life.
"Archer blew it up." It wasn't your fault that Berserker charged after her and set off the trap that did the aforementioned blowing up. "She's far more dangerous than she first appears." Alistair relaxes a little.
"More importantly there was another clash by the pier." Berserker circles the relevant area. "One of the other Servants could be eliminated already." That seems a little too good to be true.
"It is possible yes that...." Alistair pauses, scrubs a hand over his eyes and squints at the map again. "The fuck?" You look at the map but nothing jumps out at you that could produce such a reaction in Alistair.
"Oh... aw hell." Diana's squinting at the map too, glaring at it like it's done her a personal wrong.
"What's wrong?" You're clearly missing something. It's a disconcerting feeling and not one you enjoy.
"The..." Alistair struggles for a moment to find words that don't seem to be coming. "Oh fuck this War's Caster!" He snarls angrily, slamming a fist into the armrest of the armchair. Ah, so Caster's done something but you still aren't entirely sure what.
"A portion of the map is just... not there anymore. You'd need to be pretty familiar with Portsmouth to notice it." Diana explains while Alistair fumes, slouched back in his chair like a child. "I think I could walk to the bit that's vanished if you wanted to investigate."
"Or we could go to the pier and see if there's any clue to which Servants fought there." Alistair suggests darkly. "It would be stupid to tangle with a Caster that can do that on their territory." You can't deny that he has a point there.
"Either way our best bet is to go looking." You say, pros and cons of both ideas whirling around your head. "If you both wait by the car for a moment while I arrange matters here and find something a little more suitable to wear I would appreciate it." It's not a very subtle way of getting rid of them so you can converse privately but you know Alistair and his ability to be distracted by automobiles. Diana throws you a look but leaves without comment.
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
You grab a practical suit and your mystic codes and hurry to change behind a dressing screen. "Wilfred, Berserker, I heard your disagreement last night." You say to the pair on the other side of the screen as you requested them to be.
"Ma'am," Wilfred's voice is stiff, not giving anything away. Berserker's contemptuous snort is rather more explicit of what he thinks.
"I suppose it was foolish of me to expect you both to get along just like that." You say, shrugging the suit jacket on. "But Wilfred I need you and Berserker to be able to work together. I'm relying on you both in this war and I can't have you arguing during a vital moment." If someone attacks you here, as is reasonably likely if you aren't able to take care of your enemies promptly, then it will be you, Berserker and Wilfred providing the defences here.
"Your servant...."
"Wilfred is my butler." You correct Berserker firmly. He sighs a little, you imagine he made that sound while dealing with troublesome vassals during life.
"Your butler overstepped his bounds." You sigh now, you are aware of what happened but that's not the point.
"I heard Berserker. That's not what concerns me." You twist up your hair into a knot and pin it in place. "This is a War, we are valuable assets to our side. We can't be working together through gritted teeth all the time." Exiting the screen with everything in place you regard your Servant and your butler coolly.
"Ma'am, your safety is my primary concern." Wilfred offers and you can't help but smile at that.
"Your primary concern should be your mistress's orders." Berserker isn't being vicious or cruel about it, he's just stating a fact. Wilfred doesn't appreciate that, aged muscles tense under wrinkled skin.
"Wilfred I don't need you to protect me, I am capable of doing that myself." The muscles of Wilfred's jaw tense for a moment before slackening and his shoulders slump in defeat.
"If you say so ma'am." Wilfred bows his head. "I'll prepare the car and make sure Mr Kirkwood and Miss Diana aren't getting themselves into trouble." You doesn't wait for you to agree with him before leaving the room.
"Turning the old from their set course is very difficult." Berserker says before vanishing. You sigh, you know that but you had to try and do something to smooth the relationship between Berserker and Wilfred.
You check you have everything you need and hurry downstairs and out to the drive. You still have to make a decision as to where to go.
[ ] Go and locate Caster with Diana
-[ ] Bring Alistair with you, two against one is far better odds.
[ ] Go to the pier and try and find some clues as to what happened
-[ ] Bring Diana, she's good uncovering hidden things and could probably hypnotise her way past the devil himself if she had to
-[ ] Bring Alistair, you want both him and Rider where you can see them
-[X] Make sure Berserker keeps a very, very close eye on whatever Alistair does
No. Just no way, there's nothing on the face of the earth that could make allying with Alistair an acceptable proposition. He's a smug git and that's never going to change. If it wasn't for the witnesses and the daylight you'd ask Berserker to remove him from your driveway and the War.
But Archer is still out there. Archer who could somehow keep up with Berserker despite her appallingly low parameters, Archer who nearly killed you both.... You might need some help to deal with her, or at least someone to throw in her way to buy time for you and Berserker to figure out a plan. It's not like you'd have to spend a long time with Alistair in that case. Just confirm the alliance, share information then kick him out.
"Berserker, what's your opinion?" If he refuses to consider the idea then you have the perfect excuse to ignore those reasons pushing for acceptance. An alliance would be all but useless if the Servants involved object to it, you aren't going to waste a Command Spell on stopping Berserker killing Alistair's Servant if he wants to.
"Accept the alliance, in this early stage he will have little reason to break it." Berserker answers softly. "If he does betray us I will see him suitably punished." You gulp dryly at the image that conjures up. You know exactly how violent and cruel your Servant can be without the distortion of his legend. You nod, the potential to remove Archer from play without too much risk is rather too tempting to refuse simply because of personal distaste.
"We accept," you grit out between your teeth and nod to Wilfred. A frown on his face your butler goes to open the gates and let Alistair and his Servant in. There's no point in accepting if you don't discuss how things are going to work after all.
"Myr, are you sure this is a good idea?" Diana asks barely whispering the words in your ear, hand finding yours and squeezing. "He's an Enforcer, I don't think even the three of us could...."
"I can beat him." You've done it before. "And no I don't think this is a good idea but I know him better than any other competitor. I know how far I can trust him." Which is about as far as you can throw him.
"And I shall keep a close eye on him." Berserker announces, making Diana jump in shock. You smile a little and squeeze her hand back. The gates at the end of the drive open smoothly and Wilfred barely pauses to see if Alistair and his Servant are following before stalking back towards the house.
Alistair is the same scruffy ill-kempt man he's always been, at least this time he's not smoking but the stink of stale cigarettes clings to him regardless. His Servant is another matter altogether. Tall and elegant you're rather surprised Alistair of all people summoned her. She's dressed for moving about the city unnoticed in a cream knit jumper and a dark beige pair of trousers. Now she's closer her hair is unashamedly lilac coloured and dangerously close to brushing the ground with every step she takes. Her eyes are hidden behind a pair of dark glasses but her face is like something from a Greek statue, chiselled and refined. You'd almost say her features are perfect.
True Name:- Unknown
Class:- Rider
Master:- Alistair Kirkwood
Parameters
Str:- B
End:- D
Agi:- A
Man:- B
Luk:- E
Class Skills
Riding:- A+
The ability to ride beasts and modern vehicles. At this rank riding of phantasmal and divine beasts becomes possible. This does not apply to dragons.
Magic Resistance:- B
Cancels spells with a chant below three verses. Even if Rider is targeted by a greater ritual or high thaumatergy it is difficult for her to be affected.
Class:- Rider
Master:- Alistair Kirkwood
Parameters
Str:- B
End:- D
Agi:- A
Man:- B
Luk:- E
Class Skills
Riding:- A+
The ability to ride beasts and modern vehicles. At this rank riding of phantasmal and divine beasts becomes possible. This does not apply to dragons.
Magic Resistance:- B
Cancels spells with a chant below three verses. Even if Rider is targeted by a greater ritual or high thaumatergy it is difficult for her to be affected.
"A Rider..." that's surprising. Alistair wouldn't have tried for a Rider, no he would have gone for a Sabre to try and assure his victory with the supposed strongest class. You're pretty sure he would have tried his damndest to get King freaking Arthur as Sabre. You're quite relieved he didn't succeed.
"A Berserker..." Alistair seems equally surprised with the class of Servant you summoned. You almost wonder what he was expecting from you.
Berserker glares down his nose at Alistair, you force yourself not to smile at that and sternly remind yourself that you are supposed to be polite in this situation. Berserker has an excuse to be less than civil, you do not.
"We were about to breakfast and discuss the events of last night, would you care to join us?" You hope he refuses but the smirk growing on his face tells you otherwise.
"I'd love to." At least he has the sense not to try and escort you to your own dining room. Granted the last time he tried that you'd sort of introduced your fist to his face hard enough Alistair's fellow Enforcers assumed he'd fallen foul of a particularly vicious Dead Apostle on a recent hunt. He'd never denied that as far as you know.
There's an OS map spread over the table, breakfast spread around it. Jam jar holding down one corner, intersecting with the Isle of White, a toast rack on another with a bread basket with untoasted bread guarding the far left corner with a twin at the right. Berserker studies the map intently, memorising it you suspect, his hands framing the city. Rider may be looking at the map, you can't tell with those glasses concealing her eyes.
You take a bite of toast and marmalade before marking the Historic Dockyard as a confirmed sighting of Archer. "So, Archer was here last night guarding the Docks against Masters trying to use anything within as a catalyst for their summoning." She had done a very good job of guarding it against you and Berserker too but Alistair didn't need to know that.
"It's unlikely she'll be there now, the other Servants should all be summoned at this point." Berserker says. "In this case I would expect an Archer to attempt to hold this area here, the high vantage point there would suit her ranged abilities best." He indicates Gunwharf Quays, clearly the Spinnaker Tower would provide the height but the shopping/dining development is all on two layers anyway. Archer wouldn't need the tower for a height advantage.
"Agreed," Alistair had finished a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages quickly and now had moved on to toast and marmite. "We didn't encounter anyone last night but the city is large and I suspect that the residential districts won't attract any other teams as of yet." So, he'd patrolled the area around his base of operations and found no one. Interesting.
"Wilfred, did your familiars see anything last night?" You hope they did because so far you don't have a great deal of information to work with. Getting more before nightfall would have to be a priority at this rate.
"A man with silver hair and red eyes moving towards the Football Stadium ma'am, when one tried to get closer to him he sensed it and destroyed it with what I think was a wire construct." Ah, the Einsbern master. But why would he go towards the stadium? Was his base of operations near there or was there another reason? You note it down anyway.
"Anything else?" You ask, hoping there will be something at least. Wilfred shakes his head.
"I apologise, my familiars did not range too deeply into the city last night. I was more concerned with those who may wish to attack this house." That's reasonable, you certainly wouldn't have ordered much different.
"Why don't we just check out the news?" Diana asks. You all turn to her with disbelieving expressions. "What? If there's been anything large scale going on, a destructive fight between two Servants say, then there will be some kind of report on it in the local news."
"But they won't have had time to write and print it out yet." You point out reasonably. Diana smacks her palm into her face.
"Not a newspaper Myrna, the news." You don't get it. "On the telly."
"Diana I don't have a television." You've never seen the point, besides nothing on the mundane news would really affect you. Wilfred clears his throat delicately.
"Actually ma'am there is a television in this house. It was installed in case we ended up renting it out." Why do people keep putting things in your houses without checking to see if you want them there first?
"What." You say flatly.
"Never mind that, this'll really help." Diana says excitedly, abandoning her sardines in favour of leaping to her feet. "C'mon, the news really will help us figure out what else happened last night." When did she decide she was a part of this? When did she start thinking in terms of us and them?
"Alright, if you say it will help reveal the events of last night then it would be foolish to ignore it But we're going to finish breakfast first." By we you mean you, since you are the only person who still has food left to eat it seems after Diana inhales her previously abandoned sardines. You sigh at her lack of manners and polish off your last slice of toast in a few quick bites.
Berserker claims the map and Wilfred shows you the room that houses the wide, black rectangle that is the mysterious television. It's as unknowable as the true magics and you regard it with some trepidation.
"Don't tell me you've never seen a telly before." Alistair flops down onto an armchair, infuriatingly comfortable and unconcerned. Rider takes up station behind him, silent as ever.
"Not all of us waste our time on trivial pursuits." You level a baleful glare at him. "Some of us actually further our family research." There's a hum and a crackle. You flinch at the unexpected noise and Alistair snickers.
"Right, news... news...." Diana's perched herself on the edge of the sofa, thankfully Berserker hasn't taken to lounging on this one, with a dark blocky thing in one hand. The thing is aimed at the television and whenever Diana presses a button the image the machine shows changes. Berserker spreads the map over the coffee table as snatches of several different conversations flash around the room.
It's a strange device, not at all what you expected from how Diana described it. You thought it would be more immersive than it is. It's just images and sound, how could that provoke the kind of reactions that Diana described when she got it into her head to try and persuade you to purchase one.
"Ah, here we go." A woman in a white shirt sitting behind a desk of some kind is on the television and stays there. There's another set of images in the background. You wince a little as you recognise the aftermath of Berserker and Archer's fight.
"... hundreds of thousands of pounds of damage to HMS Victory. Repairs will commence as soon as the site is cleared for other explosive devices. The family of the dead security guard are devastated at the loss." You blanch. Someone was there? Someone was caught in that explosion?
"The devastation at Southsea Pier occurred earlier in the evening and investigators are not treated it as related to the attack on the Historic Dockyard. Reports of strange lights in the sky and shouting from the area at the time the explosions are thought to have occurred do not seem to be linked to any known terrorist groups." So there was a fight between Servants at the pier as well. You wonder which two, the lights could be indicative of Caster's involvement but given Archer's penchant for blinding light in some of her attacks you can't be sure.
"Now in other news the Prime Minister has..." the sound cuts out but the woman on screen keeps moving her lips like she's talking. Did Diana just cut off the sound?
"You blew up the Historic Dockyard?" Alistair's eyes are wide and he's sitting forward in his seat, clutching at the cream arm rests for dear life.
"Archer blew it up." It wasn't your fault that Berserker charged after her and set off the trap that did the aforementioned blowing up. "She's far more dangerous than she first appears." Alistair relaxes a little.
"More importantly there was another clash by the pier." Berserker circles the relevant area. "One of the other Servants could be eliminated already." That seems a little too good to be true.
"It is possible yes that...." Alistair pauses, scrubs a hand over his eyes and squints at the map again. "The fuck?" You look at the map but nothing jumps out at you that could produce such a reaction in Alistair.
"Oh... aw hell." Diana's squinting at the map too, glaring at it like it's done her a personal wrong.
"What's wrong?" You're clearly missing something. It's a disconcerting feeling and not one you enjoy.
"The..." Alistair struggles for a moment to find words that don't seem to be coming. "Oh fuck this War's Caster!" He snarls angrily, slamming a fist into the armrest of the armchair. Ah, so Caster's done something but you still aren't entirely sure what.
"A portion of the map is just... not there anymore. You'd need to be pretty familiar with Portsmouth to notice it." Diana explains while Alistair fumes, slouched back in his chair like a child. "I think I could walk to the bit that's vanished if you wanted to investigate."
"Or we could go to the pier and see if there's any clue to which Servants fought there." Alistair suggests darkly. "It would be stupid to tangle with a Caster that can do that on their territory." You can't deny that he has a point there.
"Either way our best bet is to go looking." You say, pros and cons of both ideas whirling around your head. "If you both wait by the car for a moment while I arrange matters here and find something a little more suitable to wear I would appreciate it." It's not a very subtle way of getting rid of them so you can converse privately but you know Alistair and his ability to be distracted by automobiles. Diana throws you a look but leaves without comment.
[X] Confront Berserker and Wilfred about their argument, they need to cooperate without angering each other.
You grab a practical suit and your mystic codes and hurry to change behind a dressing screen. "Wilfred, Berserker, I heard your disagreement last night." You say to the pair on the other side of the screen as you requested them to be.
"Ma'am," Wilfred's voice is stiff, not giving anything away. Berserker's contemptuous snort is rather more explicit of what he thinks.
"I suppose it was foolish of me to expect you both to get along just like that." You say, shrugging the suit jacket on. "But Wilfred I need you and Berserker to be able to work together. I'm relying on you both in this war and I can't have you arguing during a vital moment." If someone attacks you here, as is reasonably likely if you aren't able to take care of your enemies promptly, then it will be you, Berserker and Wilfred providing the defences here.
"Your servant...."
"Wilfred is my butler." You correct Berserker firmly. He sighs a little, you imagine he made that sound while dealing with troublesome vassals during life.
"Your butler overstepped his bounds." You sigh now, you are aware of what happened but that's not the point.
"I heard Berserker. That's not what concerns me." You twist up your hair into a knot and pin it in place. "This is a War, we are valuable assets to our side. We can't be working together through gritted teeth all the time." Exiting the screen with everything in place you regard your Servant and your butler coolly.
"Ma'am, your safety is my primary concern." Wilfred offers and you can't help but smile at that.
"Your primary concern should be your mistress's orders." Berserker isn't being vicious or cruel about it, he's just stating a fact. Wilfred doesn't appreciate that, aged muscles tense under wrinkled skin.
"Wilfred I don't need you to protect me, I am capable of doing that myself." The muscles of Wilfred's jaw tense for a moment before slackening and his shoulders slump in defeat.
"If you say so ma'am." Wilfred bows his head. "I'll prepare the car and make sure Mr Kirkwood and Miss Diana aren't getting themselves into trouble." You doesn't wait for you to agree with him before leaving the room.
"Turning the old from their set course is very difficult." Berserker says before vanishing. You sigh, you know that but you had to try and do something to smooth the relationship between Berserker and Wilfred.
You check you have everything you need and hurry downstairs and out to the drive. You still have to make a decision as to where to go.
[ ] Go and locate Caster with Diana
-[ ] Bring Alistair with you, two against one is far better odds.
[ ] Go to the pier and try and find some clues as to what happened
-[ ] Bring Diana, she's good uncovering hidden things and could probably hypnotise her way past the devil himself if she had to
-[ ] Bring Alistair, you want both him and Rider where you can see them
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- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
I'm in the middle of writing Impetus and this chapter drops...You want to slow my writing schedule even more don't you @Kyrina 
[X] Go to the pier and try and find some clues as to what happened
-[X] Bring Diana, she's good uncovering hidden things and could probably hypnotise her way past the devil himself if she had to
-[X] Bring Alistair, you want both him and Rider where you can see them
One does not simply attack a Caster that causally remake the map in his/her territory.
[X] Go to the pier and try and find some clues as to what happened
-[X] Bring Diana, she's good uncovering hidden things and could probably hypnotise her way past the devil himself if she had to
-[X] Bring Alistair, you want both him and Rider where you can see them
One does not simply attack a Caster that causally remake the map in his/her territory.
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[X] Go to the pier and try and find some clues as to what happened
-[X] Bring Diana, she's good uncovering hidden things and could probably hypnotise her way past the devil himself if she had to
-[X] Bring Alistair, you want both him and Rider where you can see them
-[X] Bring Diana, she's good uncovering hidden things and could probably hypnotise her way past the devil himself if she had to
-[X] Bring Alistair, you want both him and Rider where you can see them