@Azrael
@Mortifer - paired with (
@IKnowNothing )
@BlackHadou - paired with (
@Lichte)
@Leingod
@DannyboyZero
A mysterious weight crushes on all of you. You all feel an unnatural desire to sign Richard's contract, whether you actually liked the contract or not.
⌈Something⌋ is forcing you to sign and all of you find yourselves unable to resist.
Each of you blank out for a moment and when you return to your senses all of your names are on the contract. What the hell happened?
Richard Agro
Dick blinked, as he regained consciousness.
What... What the hell was that? Some sort of Magecraft?
No... No mere Magecraft could have done that. He saw the names on the scroll. Magi could resist mental control with ease, and if something had forced them to sign.
Whatever that was, it wasn't Magecraft. Maybe it was a Noble Phantasm, maybe a True Magic, or maybe even something along the lines of the power that
she had given him.
No matter what it was, though... Something was going on.
'...Lancer.' Dick began, telepathically.
'D'you have any idea on what the hell just happened?'
Mallon looks arounds the room in confusion.
"Did magical bullshit shenanigans just happen ?" She croaked.
As the girl spoke, a thought occurred to the old man.
All sorts of names had been written on the scroll. He hadn't had a chance to look at them all, but if whatever had made him sign could bypass the innate Magus resistance against Magecraft...
Could it bypass Lancer's Magic Resistance?
Trying not to look suspicious, Dick picked up the scroll, and pulled it in front of himself. He took a moment to scroll through the names, to check for Lancer's. Then, as an afterthought, he made a brief look for something that might have been the other Servants.
As he finished reading, he calmly rolled it up and placed it to the side of his chair. His next action, by contract, was a swift motion to stand from his seat, one leg forward with the other leg bent. One hand was raised before his face, while the other was bent across his chest and to the side.
As he settled into his pose, a figure blurred into view behind him. It was the same height as the man, though it's body was... Disjointed. It's head was a floating orb with a red circle in the middle, while each limb was made of floating chunks of different sizes. This all floated in position around the torso, and red lines flowed across it.
"I don't appreciate having my head fucked with." Dick said, his voice barely giving away how pissed off he was. "Not really my cup of tea, you see. So, whichever one of you lot did that, why don't you stand up now and explain what the fuck you did? 'Cause trust me, if you don't, I will find you eventually. And after that? We'll have a little test, find out how much
「Holding Out」can hurt you before it counts as a betrayal."
Pausing for a moment to let the name of his Stand be remembered, Richard decided to end on a less threatening note. "Don't be shy, now. It'd be a lot easier for all of us if you just owned up now."
