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Fate: the Granada Grail War (Fate/stay night)
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Caster
meloncan
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Just testing out this use of a Threadmark in another category.
True Name: Dongfong Bubai
Region: China
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Caster
Background:
A transcendentally powerful martial artist from late Ming China. Once second in command of the Sun Moon Mystic Cult, they usurped the leadership in order to acquire the forbidden martial arts tome, the Sunflower Manual and then allegedly castrated themself in order to master it, becoming completely unrivaled in strength.
Class Skills:
-Item Creation: C
Can produce poisons and antidotes. Unlimited needles and string.
-Magic Resistance (False): A-
Is not immune to magecraft, but internal energy is so powerful even high thaumaturgy is disrupted, simulating Magical Resistance.
-Territory Creation: C
Able to recall the Sun Moon Mystic Cult stronghold of Blackwood Cliff. Dramatic, but not too practical.
Personal Skills:
-Battle Continuation: C
Can fight on despite mortal injuries and being outnumbered.
-Demon King: B+
The skill for those called a monster in life and were subsequently twisted in legend. Terrifying presence. Able to change appearance to an extent.
-Mana Burst (Qi): A+
Immensely powerful magical energy. Even miniscule objects can become weapons. Can kill with aura alone.
-Projectile (Needles): A+
Their iconic weapon of flying needles with red thread.
-Transcendental Martial Arts: EX
Noble Phantasm -
Name: Mastery of the Sunflower Manual
Rank: -
True Name: Dongfong Bubai
Region: China
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Class: Caster
Background:
A transcendentally powerful martial artist from late Ming China. Once second in command of the Sun Moon Mystic Cult, they usurped the leadership in order to acquire the forbidden martial arts tome, the Sunflower Manual and then allegedly castrated themself in order to master it, becoming completely unrivaled in strength.
Class Skills:
-Item Creation: C
Can produce poisons and antidotes. Unlimited needles and string.
-Magic Resistance (False): A-
Is not immune to magecraft, but internal energy is so powerful even high thaumaturgy is disrupted, simulating Magical Resistance.
-Territory Creation: C
Able to recall the Sun Moon Mystic Cult stronghold of Blackwood Cliff. Dramatic, but not too practical.
Personal Skills:
-Battle Continuation: C
Can fight on despite mortal injuries and being outnumbered.
-Demon King: B+
The skill for those called a monster in life and were subsequently twisted in legend. Terrifying presence. Able to change appearance to an extent.
-Mana Burst (Qi): A+
Immensely powerful magical energy. Even miniscule objects can become weapons. Can kill with aura alone.
-Projectile (Needles): A+
Their iconic weapon of flying needles with red thread.
-Transcendental Martial Arts: EX
Noble Phantasm -
Name: Mastery of the Sunflower Manual
Rank: -
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meloncan
Canned Melon
(X) Confront them about what they made you swallow.
"Oh?"
Caster puts down their tumbler and looks at you, elbow on table, head tilted on their hand.
"You noticed? Of course, for one who can call upon this Invincible East must not be boring or mundane. It looks like your magical energy is not bad. Actually, for someone your age in this era, it's very impressive. I was expecting you to be at death's door but you've slept for less than a day."
"You can stop with the flattery." There's a definite part of you that doesn't mind the flattery, even if what they're lauding is sort of a tricksy workaround. There's another part of you as well that is always appalled at the alternately lame and grandiose words that come out of your mouth in a crisis but it's not the part that does the fast talking. Either way, this isn't the time. "Answer my question."
Caster's eyes narrow dangerously. Your instinct is to back away, maybe get on your knees and cower or be knocked over backwards and cower, but you refuse. Actually, you hadn't let go of the doorknob yet and that helps. Also, whenever someone tries to get overbearing with you, you've learned a trick where you just pick an eye and stare into it, ignoring everything else. It works. Dongfong Bubai is terrifying but their right pupil alone isn't that scary.
They give a chuckle.
"What you swallowed you already know. You're clever enough to put together the contraption in that other room and to arrive well prepared at this battlefield. You must know about me, who you have summoned and what I am capable of. What you swallowed was the same poison pill I used to control my subordinates after I overthrew the original master and took over the cult. Left unattended and you will die a slow and agonizing death. I have the antidote right here of course." They hold a small black lump up between their fingers. "You can either try to take it. Or, I suppose, you could use a command spell. Of course, if you tried to do it right now, I hope your tongue is quicker than it was yesterday."
Geh.
"What's the point?" you blurt, turning indignation into a spurt of courage.
"The point?"
They tilt their head quizzically.
"There's no point to this," you say, quickly cobbling together words while wondering how you can talk without looking like you're about to use a command spell. The doorknob rattles under your grasp. You're quite certain if you did or if they thought you did, you would lose your left hand in an instant. "We're on the same side."
"And so?"
"So we should be working with each other. Also I'm your anchor in this world."
"Hah. You shouldn't sell yourself so short. An anchor doesn't need arms or legs, nor, come to think of it, a tongue."
"I would bite off my own tongue off before you could and send you back to the Throne with nothing!"
Actually, you would do nothing of the sort and hope fervently it doesn't come to that. But your words seem to have tickled them as they laugh wildly. If you'd awoken now, you'd think you'd summoned a Berserker by mistake. You didn't, but you realize that doesn't mean a given servant of another class is always completely sane. Not that you think Caster is insane, exactly. In life they had both a rational, meticulous, manipulative and ruthless side that brought and kept them in power but also a passionate and emotional side that led to their downfall.
"Then you'd be dead. It's up to you."
"And you'd lose your chance at a wish same as me."
"Why need I have a wish?"
"You have a wish," you affirm. "In order for a Heroic Spirit to answer the call of the Grail, they must have some desire strong enough to be carved into their soul. You might be trying to pretend to be aloof but you aren't. Your existence here proves otherwise."
"You're naive," they say, grasping you under the chin and lifting you up to your tip toes. Their glaring face is right in yours. You didn't even see them stand up or move it was so fast. You reach up and grab their wrist with both fingerless gloved hands. Unsurprisingly it's like grabbing an iron pole.
"Of course I lived with desires and died with desires and so my spirit responds to the call of the Grail. However, right now, I am not merely a soul but a person manifest in this cold, dark world. People are more than desires. Eventually you will understand that some desires are never meant to be fulfilled. They cannot be granted. Cannot be wished for. Should not be wished. I have many unfulfilled desires, but that is not the same as a wish for the Grail."
They drop you to the floor, gasping, fuzzy vision having to refocus as they turn away. They're different now, presenting as a man, though their face is the same, hair bound behind a hat, garish robes of four or five colours over trousers and shoes.
"On the other hand, you and I both know what you want. Power of course. Convinced you are deserving. Convinced that with you it belongs. I have been there. We are all the same. And so, you shall have it. No matter what other heroes are summoned, none can oppose me. Rejoice, girl. Be satisfied with that. Be a good cat and stay here. Do not lift a finger to oppose me or get in my way. When this is over, I'll naturally give you the antidote and you can be on your way."
"I won't let you belittle what I want or how I'm going about it."
You sit back up and raise your left fist. They pause, though they don't turn back to look.
"This is a partnership. I won't allow you to turn down your share. If you don't have a wish, you'd better hurry and think of one."
"Hmph."
They disappear.
You give it a few seconds, breath held, before slumping over backwards onto the floor gasping. You lie there for a minute, wondering what other Servants have been summoned into this Grail War and whether any are as hard to deal with as Caster.
I doubt it, but if I'm wrong, my condolences.
Still, you didn't get to where you are now by lamenting mistakes. You get up, hit the bedroom light switch and move the laptop to the little desk where you plug it in. In fact, this isn't even a mistake. You knew from the start that they'd be hard to deal with. However, you also wanted strength. So here you are now. It's time to take stock.
I want to follow Caster out but it's not worth doing just to upset them. I've been in suspended animation for most of the time the other participants will have been chosen and begun preparing. I'm way behind on intelligence and logistics. Master-Servant relations will have to wait.
[ ] Search online for news and rumours and so forth and research any leads you find.
[ ] Catch up on your mail and communications, talk to your connections and make inquiries. Riskier, especially if someone catches on and spills that you're here, but you're pretty confident in your tech abilities.
[ ] Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
"Oh?"
Caster puts down their tumbler and looks at you, elbow on table, head tilted on their hand.
"You noticed? Of course, for one who can call upon this Invincible East must not be boring or mundane. It looks like your magical energy is not bad. Actually, for someone your age in this era, it's very impressive. I was expecting you to be at death's door but you've slept for less than a day."
"You can stop with the flattery." There's a definite part of you that doesn't mind the flattery, even if what they're lauding is sort of a tricksy workaround. There's another part of you as well that is always appalled at the alternately lame and grandiose words that come out of your mouth in a crisis but it's not the part that does the fast talking. Either way, this isn't the time. "Answer my question."
Caster's eyes narrow dangerously. Your instinct is to back away, maybe get on your knees and cower or be knocked over backwards and cower, but you refuse. Actually, you hadn't let go of the doorknob yet and that helps. Also, whenever someone tries to get overbearing with you, you've learned a trick where you just pick an eye and stare into it, ignoring everything else. It works. Dongfong Bubai is terrifying but their right pupil alone isn't that scary.
They give a chuckle.
"What you swallowed you already know. You're clever enough to put together the contraption in that other room and to arrive well prepared at this battlefield. You must know about me, who you have summoned and what I am capable of. What you swallowed was the same poison pill I used to control my subordinates after I overthrew the original master and took over the cult. Left unattended and you will die a slow and agonizing death. I have the antidote right here of course." They hold a small black lump up between their fingers. "You can either try to take it. Or, I suppose, you could use a command spell. Of course, if you tried to do it right now, I hope your tongue is quicker than it was yesterday."
Geh.
"What's the point?" you blurt, turning indignation into a spurt of courage.
"The point?"
They tilt their head quizzically.
"There's no point to this," you say, quickly cobbling together words while wondering how you can talk without looking like you're about to use a command spell. The doorknob rattles under your grasp. You're quite certain if you did or if they thought you did, you would lose your left hand in an instant. "We're on the same side."
"And so?"
"So we should be working with each other. Also I'm your anchor in this world."
"Hah. You shouldn't sell yourself so short. An anchor doesn't need arms or legs, nor, come to think of it, a tongue."
"I would bite off my own tongue off before you could and send you back to the Throne with nothing!"
Actually, you would do nothing of the sort and hope fervently it doesn't come to that. But your words seem to have tickled them as they laugh wildly. If you'd awoken now, you'd think you'd summoned a Berserker by mistake. You didn't, but you realize that doesn't mean a given servant of another class is always completely sane. Not that you think Caster is insane, exactly. In life they had both a rational, meticulous, manipulative and ruthless side that brought and kept them in power but also a passionate and emotional side that led to their downfall.
"Then you'd be dead. It's up to you."
"And you'd lose your chance at a wish same as me."
"Why need I have a wish?"
"You have a wish," you affirm. "In order for a Heroic Spirit to answer the call of the Grail, they must have some desire strong enough to be carved into their soul. You might be trying to pretend to be aloof but you aren't. Your existence here proves otherwise."
"You're naive," they say, grasping you under the chin and lifting you up to your tip toes. Their glaring face is right in yours. You didn't even see them stand up or move it was so fast. You reach up and grab their wrist with both fingerless gloved hands. Unsurprisingly it's like grabbing an iron pole.
"Of course I lived with desires and died with desires and so my spirit responds to the call of the Grail. However, right now, I am not merely a soul but a person manifest in this cold, dark world. People are more than desires. Eventually you will understand that some desires are never meant to be fulfilled. They cannot be granted. Cannot be wished for. Should not be wished. I have many unfulfilled desires, but that is not the same as a wish for the Grail."
They drop you to the floor, gasping, fuzzy vision having to refocus as they turn away. They're different now, presenting as a man, though their face is the same, hair bound behind a hat, garish robes of four or five colours over trousers and shoes.
"On the other hand, you and I both know what you want. Power of course. Convinced you are deserving. Convinced that with you it belongs. I have been there. We are all the same. And so, you shall have it. No matter what other heroes are summoned, none can oppose me. Rejoice, girl. Be satisfied with that. Be a good cat and stay here. Do not lift a finger to oppose me or get in my way. When this is over, I'll naturally give you the antidote and you can be on your way."
"I won't let you belittle what I want or how I'm going about it."
You sit back up and raise your left fist. They pause, though they don't turn back to look.
"This is a partnership. I won't allow you to turn down your share. If you don't have a wish, you'd better hurry and think of one."
"Hmph."
They disappear.
You give it a few seconds, breath held, before slumping over backwards onto the floor gasping. You lie there for a minute, wondering what other Servants have been summoned into this Grail War and whether any are as hard to deal with as Caster.
I doubt it, but if I'm wrong, my condolences.
Still, you didn't get to where you are now by lamenting mistakes. You get up, hit the bedroom light switch and move the laptop to the little desk where you plug it in. In fact, this isn't even a mistake. You knew from the start that they'd be hard to deal with. However, you also wanted strength. So here you are now. It's time to take stock.
I want to follow Caster out but it's not worth doing just to upset them. I've been in suspended animation for most of the time the other participants will have been chosen and begun preparing. I'm way behind on intelligence and logistics. Master-Servant relations will have to wait.
[ ] Search online for news and rumours and so forth and research any leads you find.
[ ] Catch up on your mail and communications, talk to your connections and make inquiries. Riskier, especially if someone catches on and spills that you're here, but you're pretty confident in your tech abilities.
[ ] Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
I dunno if this is the best option but it's the coolest
I dunno if this is the best option but it's the coolest
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[x] Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
- Location
- Wörms, the half continent
[x] Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
DEPLOY THE DRONNNNNNES
DEPLOY THE DRONNNNNNES
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
meloncan
Canned Melon
Deploy the drones. There's no online substitute for active reconnaissance and you might catch action as it happens.
It's a cool and dry autumn evening outside. Sat (sunk into) the oversized armchair in front of the little desk in a cave house in Sacromonte with your headset on, you can keep track of the four modified quadrotors you have airborne. Besides the temperature and humidity, they're also monitoring the area for fluctuations in mana, spirit traces and even hiding themselves. Mixing magecraft and modern technology in mystic codes is neither glamourous nor easy, but also not as difficult as most magi think.
That's because they haven't had to try.
Still, it took you about an hour to get the ducks in a row and, indeed, in the sky. It's been another twenty, twenty five minutes since then and the only reading that's really concerned you so far is the battery life.
All that extra weight's not helped I guess. That and streaming all that data back…
At this rate, you won't be able to keep this many aloft around the clock. You'd kind of imagined yourself doing just that - a disadvantaged but enterprising Master with an eye in the sky at all times like a military force - but you have to admit you can see why the grouchy old Clocktower hags prefer spirits. Spirits can be persnickety, sure, but they tend to self manage by nature. These things, you have to make sure not to lose, land them, get them turned around. That's sort of why aircraft carriers have so many people on them and even this will only cover a fraction of the city at a given time.
Could really use an assistant right about now.
You do have a few friends you can trust but only Hoshie - hipster-to-mainstream girl - knew you were preparing in the hopes of getting chosen for the Grail War and she was hurriedly recalled by her stuffy Japanese family and fell out of contact just before you put yourself under.
Wonder what she's up to…
You check what Caster is up to. They're in the city proper, far below and to the west. Manifested but not expending mana. You guess they're sat in a bar drinking or sat on a ceiling or whatever it is moody wuxia anti-heroes get up to on cool autumn evenings. Thinking about them still makes your heart rate go up. It's not like you want to spy on them. Their presence simply had to be calibrated for in order for the drones to be of any use as detectors.
Okay. So I've got eyes in the sky. Now what? What do I do with them?
You've always been more an ideas girl than...any of the other steps after ideas. You'd vaguely imagined having eyes in the sky as an advantage and maybe just sweep them around until some mana fluctuated-!
That's a spike! Unit three. The Alhambra? No, further up.
Your fingers skip across your keyboard like raindrops as the indicators on unit three's readings flash periodically. The mouse slides audibly across the worn desk surface because you forgot to bring a mouse pad to your Grail War. An obscure tourist spot located higher up the mountain.
The Moor's Chair. A ruined castle that overlooks both the Alhambra and the Generalife. It's an advantageous position. Are they competing for it or did they stumble into each other while scouting it?
The place would be a walk and a half on foot but your quadrotor can just flit across the valley and up the slope. There's another spike and a clang and a crash of captured audio as it's still in flight with tree canopy blurring across the cameras' fields of view. These things don't fly nearly as quickly as people imagine.
The Silla del Moro isn't much. A bunch of centuries old stone walls raised with heavy-handed restoration work combined into a few walkable platforms with a nice view. Ground lights. Stairs. Some rocks and signs. With the major tourist area closed down 'for restoration' through the influence fo the Mage Association, there isn't anyone here. It wouldn't be a bad place for an Archer to camp out aside from the fact it's so obvious that two other servants have come up here at the same time.
On the lower level, illuminated by the entrance lighting atop the first flights of stairs, you see a disgustingly cool, bebuckled black longcoat. The shoulders sport silvery pauldrons and he has a gleaming longsword held over one of them. A day into the Grail War and the man is wearing sunglasses at night with a smirk on his face. Around him, there's already obvious evidence of destruction. A shattered park bench; an exploded trash can with contents scattered across the hillside; an ornamental stone halfway chopped through. On the high ground of the upper platform, there's a tall woman with long, flowing hair. You can't tell what colour in the worse lighting but she seems to be wearing a form fitting, full body suit of mail. In her hands she holds a spear.
"Whoa whoa, honestly now," the woman is saying. "This really is a bit overwhelming for poor old me. You should take it easy now, on a ho-hum Lancer like me."
"Hah. You're a funny one, lady. But you couldn't convince anyone being so composed."
He crouches and takes a leap to the top platform and then the two Servants both vanish, replaced by a storm of stone shattering footfalls, clashing metal and flashing sparks. A gash opens in the concrete here, and there a railing is torn off its bolts, twisted and ruined.
"Haa…" Your breath escapes.
This is… So this is a battle between Servants.
You crank up the frames per second and the bitrates up as far as they'll go. The drone's predicted battery duration drops accordingly. Even then, you can only just follow them at all - just enough to tell that the black swordsman is dominant. He's pushing the Lancer back.
Then that, is that the Saber? Cripes.
Straight away, an incredibly powerful looking Servant. He's fast, precise and strong, launching a furious storm of blows at the Lancer who, forced onto the defensive, seems just about able to keep dodging or parrying them. Wherever the sword strokes are deflected, concrete, metal and masonry alike are ripped apart instantly. He's right though, the Lancer looks pushed, physically, but mentally she seems quite composed still. Then again, the swordsman also isn't even breaking a sweat.
It's early. Most likely neither of them intend to finish the fight tonight and just want to find the other's identity without revealing their own. In fact, they might not play around for very much longer. In this case, I should…
[ ] Ask Caster to come back. If they see what you can do, maybe they'll be more interested in actually collaborating.
[ ] Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
[ ] Concentrate on what you can do. Close in and observe as much as possible while it lasts.
--[ ] Afterwards, try to track the Kirito looking swordsman.
--[ ] Afterwards, try to track the ho-hum Lancer.
[ ] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
It's a cool and dry autumn evening outside. Sat (sunk into) the oversized armchair in front of the little desk in a cave house in Sacromonte with your headset on, you can keep track of the four modified quadrotors you have airborne. Besides the temperature and humidity, they're also monitoring the area for fluctuations in mana, spirit traces and even hiding themselves. Mixing magecraft and modern technology in mystic codes is neither glamourous nor easy, but also not as difficult as most magi think.
That's because they haven't had to try.
Still, it took you about an hour to get the ducks in a row and, indeed, in the sky. It's been another twenty, twenty five minutes since then and the only reading that's really concerned you so far is the battery life.
All that extra weight's not helped I guess. That and streaming all that data back…
At this rate, you won't be able to keep this many aloft around the clock. You'd kind of imagined yourself doing just that - a disadvantaged but enterprising Master with an eye in the sky at all times like a military force - but you have to admit you can see why the grouchy old Clocktower hags prefer spirits. Spirits can be persnickety, sure, but they tend to self manage by nature. These things, you have to make sure not to lose, land them, get them turned around. That's sort of why aircraft carriers have so many people on them and even this will only cover a fraction of the city at a given time.
Could really use an assistant right about now.
You do have a few friends you can trust but only Hoshie - hipster-to-mainstream girl - knew you were preparing in the hopes of getting chosen for the Grail War and she was hurriedly recalled by her stuffy Japanese family and fell out of contact just before you put yourself under.
Wonder what she's up to…
You check what Caster is up to. They're in the city proper, far below and to the west. Manifested but not expending mana. You guess they're sat in a bar drinking or sat on a ceiling or whatever it is moody wuxia anti-heroes get up to on cool autumn evenings. Thinking about them still makes your heart rate go up. It's not like you want to spy on them. Their presence simply had to be calibrated for in order for the drones to be of any use as detectors.
Okay. So I've got eyes in the sky. Now what? What do I do with them?
You've always been more an ideas girl than...any of the other steps after ideas. You'd vaguely imagined having eyes in the sky as an advantage and maybe just sweep them around until some mana fluctuated-!
That's a spike! Unit three. The Alhambra? No, further up.
Your fingers skip across your keyboard like raindrops as the indicators on unit three's readings flash periodically. The mouse slides audibly across the worn desk surface because you forgot to bring a mouse pad to your Grail War. An obscure tourist spot located higher up the mountain.
The Moor's Chair. A ruined castle that overlooks both the Alhambra and the Generalife. It's an advantageous position. Are they competing for it or did they stumble into each other while scouting it?
The place would be a walk and a half on foot but your quadrotor can just flit across the valley and up the slope. There's another spike and a clang and a crash of captured audio as it's still in flight with tree canopy blurring across the cameras' fields of view. These things don't fly nearly as quickly as people imagine.
The Silla del Moro isn't much. A bunch of centuries old stone walls raised with heavy-handed restoration work combined into a few walkable platforms with a nice view. Ground lights. Stairs. Some rocks and signs. With the major tourist area closed down 'for restoration' through the influence fo the Mage Association, there isn't anyone here. It wouldn't be a bad place for an Archer to camp out aside from the fact it's so obvious that two other servants have come up here at the same time.
On the lower level, illuminated by the entrance lighting atop the first flights of stairs, you see a disgustingly cool, bebuckled black longcoat. The shoulders sport silvery pauldrons and he has a gleaming longsword held over one of them. A day into the Grail War and the man is wearing sunglasses at night with a smirk on his face. Around him, there's already obvious evidence of destruction. A shattered park bench; an exploded trash can with contents scattered across the hillside; an ornamental stone halfway chopped through. On the high ground of the upper platform, there's a tall woman with long, flowing hair. You can't tell what colour in the worse lighting but she seems to be wearing a form fitting, full body suit of mail. In her hands she holds a spear.
"Whoa whoa, honestly now," the woman is saying. "This really is a bit overwhelming for poor old me. You should take it easy now, on a ho-hum Lancer like me."
"Hah. You're a funny one, lady. But you couldn't convince anyone being so composed."
He crouches and takes a leap to the top platform and then the two Servants both vanish, replaced by a storm of stone shattering footfalls, clashing metal and flashing sparks. A gash opens in the concrete here, and there a railing is torn off its bolts, twisted and ruined.
"Haa…" Your breath escapes.
This is… So this is a battle between Servants.
You crank up the frames per second and the bitrates up as far as they'll go. The drone's predicted battery duration drops accordingly. Even then, you can only just follow them at all - just enough to tell that the black swordsman is dominant. He's pushing the Lancer back.
Then that, is that the Saber? Cripes.
Straight away, an incredibly powerful looking Servant. He's fast, precise and strong, launching a furious storm of blows at the Lancer who, forced onto the defensive, seems just about able to keep dodging or parrying them. Wherever the sword strokes are deflected, concrete, metal and masonry alike are ripped apart instantly. He's right though, the Lancer looks pushed, physically, but mentally she seems quite composed still. Then again, the swordsman also isn't even breaking a sweat.
It's early. Most likely neither of them intend to finish the fight tonight and just want to find the other's identity without revealing their own. In fact, they might not play around for very much longer. In this case, I should…
[ ] Ask Caster to come back. If they see what you can do, maybe they'll be more interested in actually collaborating.
[ ] Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
[ ] Concentrate on what you can do. Close in and observe as much as possible while it lasts.
--[ ] Afterwards, try to track the Kirito looking swordsman.
--[ ] Afterwards, try to track the ho-hum Lancer.
[ ] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
meloncan
Canned Melon
Man knows how it works.
Saturday
Say I Tried
- Location
- Kingdom Come
[X] Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
Maybe this'll put us ever so slightly into Caster's good books. Also are these two separate votes (1 to decide what to do with Caster and 1 to decide what to do with our drones) or is it just one overall vote?
Maybe this'll put us ever so slightly into Caster's good books. Also are these two separate votes (1 to decide what to do with Caster and 1 to decide what to do with our drones) or is it just one overall vote?
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- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
We can't do much about Servants after a fight. If one of them goes ghost mode we won't be able to track them. We probably want to try and catch a glimpse of any suspicious looking humans in the area.
We can't do much about Servants after a fight. If one of them goes ghost mode we won't be able to track them. We probably want to try and catch a glimpse of any suspicious looking humans in the area.
- Location
- Germany
[X] Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
If only to get a read on what Caster will actually do.
If only to get a read on what Caster will actually do.
Oh no, this isn't going anywhere fun, is it?
meloncan
Canned Melon
You can only pick one of the four. Option three has two sub-options. In hindsight I should've left it seperate but oh well.
EDIT: Just to be clear there's no chance to follow either without being all in on drone management. A single drone can't physically keep up with a Servant to begin with.
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- Location
- The City of Big Shoulders
[X] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
Again we're looking for the people who stand off in the shadows or ontop of the light-poles, attempting to smirk and look cool to get a better gauge of the overall-war rather than this just battle.
Again we're looking for the people who stand off in the shadows or ontop of the light-poles, attempting to smirk and look cool to get a better gauge of the overall-war rather than this just battle.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
[X] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
Caster isn't going to respect us if we seem too needy.
[X] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
Caster isn't going to respect us if we seem too needy.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Keep your distance and observe the area in case anyone else reacts to the fight.
meloncan
Canned Melon
Inform Caster of the situation and see how they react. The problem is, you don't know how they'll react.
You clear your throat and take a deep breath.
"Oiy. Caster."
There's a pause but you know it went through. You glance at your left fingerless glove's wearable tech wristband and can see the little blinking indicator LEDs. A telepathic connection with their Servant is something of a given for a decent magus but you've had to be a bit more clever. This gadget links the two of you through your command spells' connection rather than the one supplying mana since you actually had time to work and test on the command spells well before actually getting a Servant. You imagine them pausing mid-drink, maybe looking up into the air.
<Cunning girl. Again with the gadgets.>
"Thanks," you say. "More importantly, there's two Servants fighting here right now."
<Near you?>
"Yeah," you say. "No. It's kind of- I'm using a drone to- It's like a-"
Ugh! You feel your face flush a bit.
"Anyway, they're fighting near a ruined castle at the top of the mountain! One of them is Lancer."
<And?>
They pause. You glance briefly again at the melee. Still going. It's almost certain to draw attention if it hasn't already. Heck, you wouldn't be surprised if Caster noticed too and was just being aloof and ignoring it.
<Finding me and speaking to me like this… Are you trying to prove you're useful? Or do you want to see and know the power of the Sunflower Manual?>
[ ] "Yeah. You may think I'm just a nuisance who's in the way but we're partners. This is what I can do and I'm not ashamed of what I can't!"
[ ] "Yeah. You may think I'm just a pet, but I'm your Master and I'll keep doing what I can do. Here and now, show me what you can do."
You clear your throat and take a deep breath.
"Oiy. Caster."
There's a pause but you know it went through. You glance at your left fingerless glove's wearable tech wristband and can see the little blinking indicator LEDs. A telepathic connection with their Servant is something of a given for a decent magus but you've had to be a bit more clever. This gadget links the two of you through your command spells' connection rather than the one supplying mana since you actually had time to work and test on the command spells well before actually getting a Servant. You imagine them pausing mid-drink, maybe looking up into the air.
<Cunning girl. Again with the gadgets.>
"Thanks," you say. "More importantly, there's two Servants fighting here right now."
<Near you?>
"Yeah," you say. "No. It's kind of- I'm using a drone to- It's like a-"
Ugh! You feel your face flush a bit.
"Anyway, they're fighting near a ruined castle at the top of the mountain! One of them is Lancer."
<And?>
They pause. You glance briefly again at the melee. Still going. It's almost certain to draw attention if it hasn't already. Heck, you wouldn't be surprised if Caster noticed too and was just being aloof and ignoring it.
<Finding me and speaking to me like this… Are you trying to prove you're useful? Or do you want to see and know the power of the Sunflower Manual?>
[ ] "Yeah. You may think I'm just a nuisance who's in the way but we're partners. This is what I can do and I'm not ashamed of what I can't!"
[ ] "Yeah. You may think I'm just a pet, but I'm your Master and I'll keep doing what I can do. Here and now, show me what you can do."
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