Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)
- Thread starter TehChron
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Nidhoggr
Suletta Permetta
- Pronouns
- He/Him
My apologies, had I gotten here sooner, I would have voted for the far superior Mordred option
...Does that mean you guys basically picked the option with F Ranked Luck?
[X] Assist Rider!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
No, that's actually Assassin of the Black
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
But how did Cu get summoned as Assassin?
Nidhoggr
Suletta Permetta
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So Achilles is what, G Ranked?
Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
By stealthily sleeping with your wives/daughters before you are even aware that he did it.
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Assist Rider!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
Achilles in the hiz-ouse, oh yeah! Everybody into the comfy tent!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
Achilles in the hiz-ouse, oh yeah! Everybody into the comfy tent!
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Machetes closer. No facial hair thoIsaac:
Aaron Gentles
Or
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Apparently Danny Trejo has made at least one movie sans mustache.
And another option for Isaac:
- Location
- Postcard from the Root
Didn't see that coming. Who wants to take a guess at his Magic Resistance skill rank? lol.
[X] Assist Rider!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, it's not a Class Skill of Rider's, I don't think.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Yes it
is
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
All knights + Rider. Rider and Saber have same class skills reversed.
Vote tally:
##### 3.21
[X] Assist Rider!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
No. of votes: 8
Mortifer, Divider, Illusion, Yonatan, Bondo, Nidhoggr, Wade Garrett, Wizard_Marshall
[X] Do nothing. Wait for whatever's going on to end.
No. of votes: 2
Namer, veekie
[X] Do nothing. Wait for whatever's going on to end.
-[X] Watch. Laugh.
No. of votes: 1
notmi
Closing in...let's say...15 minutes.
##### 3.21
[X] Assist Rider!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
No. of votes: 8
Mortifer, Divider, Illusion, Yonatan, Bondo, Nidhoggr, Wade Garrett, Wizard_Marshall
[X] Do nothing. Wait for whatever's going on to end.
No. of votes: 2
Namer, veekie
[X] Do nothing. Wait for whatever's going on to end.
-[X] Watch. Laugh.
No. of votes: 1
notmi
Closing in...let's say...15 minutes.
Starting Shot
[X] Assist Rider!
-[X] With your Magecraft!
You stared in shock at the sudden attack on Rider, who had mere moments before confidently declared his inevitable victory before being lifted and then slammed into the dirt as if he had been suplexed by some kind of invisible assailant.
…Wait.
"Rider! It might be an enemy Servant!" You shout at the top of your lungs, extending your senses as you reassert your control over the mercury in the area.
A green scarf flutters in a light breeze as the blond Servant remains planted in the ground, before he pushes against the earth and frees himself. He lifts himself up, turning to level golden eyes at you in an incredulous stare.
"How…observant of you, Master." Rider mutters, dusting himself off, "Although I'm not sure how that wound up being so damaging to me. Magecraft of that level can't possibly harm me."
You blink, before remembering to focus a bit of mana into your eyes, activating your Master Vision.
"Do you think it might have been something else?" You ask uncertainly, it didn't seem plausible that someone would perform an Greater Ritual just to slam a newly summoned Servant's face into the dirt.
Rider shakes his head in negation, "Not unless they possessed a high rank in Divinity, Master." In spite of himself, the taller man smirks, staring off at something into the distance.
Before a noticeable dent is made into the side of his face, the impact of which sends your Servant hurtling backwards into the abandoned textile plant. Your senses soar in a panic, the mercury around you beginning to swirl ominously in an orbit as you attempt to locate the source of those invisible attacks. You focus, turning the quicksilver into thin threads as they attempt to seek out the body of your unseen assailant.
A light clapping sound shakes you as you try to identify it's origin.
"Your reactions aren't bad, Magus." A mocking voice echoes from all around you, "It almost seems a shame that you had to be partnered with this particular Heroic Spirit, but I hope you'll forgive my transgressions. This is a war. And I am bound to remove the enemies strongest pieces by the necessities of conflict."
You attempt to shut out the man's voice, focusing instead on the abundant Quicksilver around you, controlling it as an extension of your own body and gathering it beneath you as the gossamer threads of mercury continue swirling through the air in an attempt to pinpoint your assailant. You hear the crunching sound of feet marching upon the granular earth beneath you, even as you fail to see any footprints form, but you already know where the enemy Servant is going. The Mercury forming beneath you obeys your will, and gathers in the space between the spot where Rider had fallen and the concentric orbits of your Quicksilver threads.
"Don't think," You groan, the sound of chimes filling your eardrums, your few magic circuits burning with the strain of commanding the metal around you, infusing it with mana, "That a sucker punch means you've already won!" You grit your teeth as a wave of silver explodes from the ground before the abandoned factory, descending upon the area in a great shining sheet, splashing viscously against the ground and painting all within it's area of effect with a metallic coating.
Your eyes scan the area in a panic, knowing for sure that there was no way you would escape retribution for that stunt, and you spot a shining humanoid shape, turning towards you in a relaxed manner, with no distinguishing features to his shape other than an apparent wide brimmed hat that was weighed down by the mercury you had splashed upon it.
"Is that it?" The voice from before asks, a note of curiosity making itself known even as the invisible Servant says it, "Painting a target on me?"
"It's enough." Rider says, swinging a spear at the formerly invisible Servant, who promptly dodges, but not before tossing a round object towards your partner.
"Not quite." The quicksilver covered man replies, as his loosed projectile lands on Rider's scarf with a loud splat.
Your Servant stares at the object contemptuously, before raising a hand to brush it off, "You would use the peddler tricks of modern technology against Heroic Spirits, Assassin?! Don't insult me!"
The face of the enemy Servant warps in an approximation of a smile, "You should pay more attention to your surroundings, Rider of Red." And he levels a finger at the soaring object, a series of strings becoming apparent from it, pulling taut, and then slack, as a number of pins reveal their presence at the end of them, dragged out by the force of Rider's strike. Your Servant's head turns, dumbfounded, to his scarf, where at least a dozen modern fragmentation grenades are revealed to be cunningly hidden within the folds of the fabric of his green scarf.
Rider's eyes widen as you summon your quicksilver.
"This won't hurt me!" He roars in challenge, even as your Mercury gathers upon the cloth, attempting to pull it from him.
"Your Master seems to have the right idea, you know." The enemy Servant says in that smug tone of his, a hand brushing his shoulder in a pantomime of what Rider had done himself not even a moment earlier.
Rider's face morphs into a twisted snarl, one hand grabbing the piece of cloth and holding it tightly in place even as you struggle to remove it.
"THIS! WON'T! HURT ME!" Your Servant roars, even as you give up on engaging a Heroic Spirit in a contest of strength, and flood as much Mercury into surrounding the grenades as possible before they detonate.
When they do explode in a flash of light, you can barely see Rider being blasted through the ground in front of him, digging a trench with the force of his impact, even as a metal-coated foot rests it's heel upon the back of his head, forcing it deeper into the dirt.
"I'm not sure which stung more," The enemy Servant says, his tone mocking, "The wound to your body, or the wound to your pride." The Servant's heel grinds against Riders head, driving it further into the earth, "Would you be so kind as to let me know?"
What now?
[] Use your Magecraft to turn the tide
-[] How? (write-In)
[] Use your Mystic Eyes to gain an advantage
-[] How? (Write-In)
[] By the Power of my Command Seal…
-[] What? (Write-In)
[] Bail like a motherfucker
-[] And Rider? (Write-In)
[] Something Else (Write-In)
-[X] With your Magecraft!
You stared in shock at the sudden attack on Rider, who had mere moments before confidently declared his inevitable victory before being lifted and then slammed into the dirt as if he had been suplexed by some kind of invisible assailant.
…Wait.
"Rider! It might be an enemy Servant!" You shout at the top of your lungs, extending your senses as you reassert your control over the mercury in the area.
A green scarf flutters in a light breeze as the blond Servant remains planted in the ground, before he pushes against the earth and frees himself. He lifts himself up, turning to level golden eyes at you in an incredulous stare.
"How…observant of you, Master." Rider mutters, dusting himself off, "Although I'm not sure how that wound up being so damaging to me. Magecraft of that level can't possibly harm me."
You blink, before remembering to focus a bit of mana into your eyes, activating your Master Vision.
Class: Rider
True Name: ???
Master: Isaac Hemostrus
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Strength: B+
Endurance: A
Agility: A-
Mana: C
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: ???
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: C
At this rank Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.
True Name: ???
Master: Isaac Hemostrus
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Strength: B+
Endurance: A
Agility: A-
Mana: C
Luck: D
Noble Phantasm: ???
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: C
At this rank Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against Magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.
"Do you think it might have been something else?" You ask uncertainly, it didn't seem plausible that someone would perform an Greater Ritual just to slam a newly summoned Servant's face into the dirt.
Rider shakes his head in negation, "Not unless they possessed a high rank in Divinity, Master." In spite of himself, the taller man smirks, staring off at something into the distance.
Before a noticeable dent is made into the side of his face, the impact of which sends your Servant hurtling backwards into the abandoned textile plant. Your senses soar in a panic, the mercury around you beginning to swirl ominously in an orbit as you attempt to locate the source of those invisible attacks. You focus, turning the quicksilver into thin threads as they attempt to seek out the body of your unseen assailant.
A light clapping sound shakes you as you try to identify it's origin.
"Your reactions aren't bad, Magus." A mocking voice echoes from all around you, "It almost seems a shame that you had to be partnered with this particular Heroic Spirit, but I hope you'll forgive my transgressions. This is a war. And I am bound to remove the enemies strongest pieces by the necessities of conflict."
You attempt to shut out the man's voice, focusing instead on the abundant Quicksilver around you, controlling it as an extension of your own body and gathering it beneath you as the gossamer threads of mercury continue swirling through the air in an attempt to pinpoint your assailant. You hear the crunching sound of feet marching upon the granular earth beneath you, even as you fail to see any footprints form, but you already know where the enemy Servant is going. The Mercury forming beneath you obeys your will, and gathers in the space between the spot where Rider had fallen and the concentric orbits of your Quicksilver threads.
"Don't think," You groan, the sound of chimes filling your eardrums, your few magic circuits burning with the strain of commanding the metal around you, infusing it with mana, "That a sucker punch means you've already won!" You grit your teeth as a wave of silver explodes from the ground before the abandoned factory, descending upon the area in a great shining sheet, splashing viscously against the ground and painting all within it's area of effect with a metallic coating.
Your eyes scan the area in a panic, knowing for sure that there was no way you would escape retribution for that stunt, and you spot a shining humanoid shape, turning towards you in a relaxed manner, with no distinguishing features to his shape other than an apparent wide brimmed hat that was weighed down by the mercury you had splashed upon it.
"Is that it?" The voice from before asks, a note of curiosity making itself known even as the invisible Servant says it, "Painting a target on me?"
"It's enough." Rider says, swinging a spear at the formerly invisible Servant, who promptly dodges, but not before tossing a round object towards your partner.
"Not quite." The quicksilver covered man replies, as his loosed projectile lands on Rider's scarf with a loud splat.
Your Servant stares at the object contemptuously, before raising a hand to brush it off, "You would use the peddler tricks of modern technology against Heroic Spirits, Assassin?! Don't insult me!"
The face of the enemy Servant warps in an approximation of a smile, "You should pay more attention to your surroundings, Rider of Red." And he levels a finger at the soaring object, a series of strings becoming apparent from it, pulling taut, and then slack, as a number of pins reveal their presence at the end of them, dragged out by the force of Rider's strike. Your Servant's head turns, dumbfounded, to his scarf, where at least a dozen modern fragmentation grenades are revealed to be cunningly hidden within the folds of the fabric of his green scarf.
Rider's eyes widen as you summon your quicksilver.
"This won't hurt me!" He roars in challenge, even as your Mercury gathers upon the cloth, attempting to pull it from him.
"Your Master seems to have the right idea, you know." The enemy Servant says in that smug tone of his, a hand brushing his shoulder in a pantomime of what Rider had done himself not even a moment earlier.
Rider's face morphs into a twisted snarl, one hand grabbing the piece of cloth and holding it tightly in place even as you struggle to remove it.
"THIS! WON'T! HURT ME!" Your Servant roars, even as you give up on engaging a Heroic Spirit in a contest of strength, and flood as much Mercury into surrounding the grenades as possible before they detonate.
When they do explode in a flash of light, you can barely see Rider being blasted through the ground in front of him, digging a trench with the force of his impact, even as a metal-coated foot rests it's heel upon the back of his head, forcing it deeper into the dirt.
"I'm not sure which stung more," The enemy Servant says, his tone mocking, "The wound to your body, or the wound to your pride." The Servant's heel grinds against Riders head, driving it further into the earth, "Would you be so kind as to let me know?"
What now?
[] Use your Magecraft to turn the tide
-[] How? (write-In)
[] Use your Mystic Eyes to gain an advantage
-[] How? (Write-In)
[] By the Power of my Command Seal…
-[] What? (Write-In)
[] Bail like a motherfucker
-[] And Rider? (Write-In)
[] Something Else (Write-In)
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IC you don't realize this, but yes.
Achilles big thing is indeed being totally invincible.
What indeed?
Divider
Husky Fighter Novice
- Location
- Catarina
Use a Command Seal, maybe. A general command like 'Kill him' could be plenty effective, and we're in a bad situation. @BlackHadou, you probably know more about we can do than most. Any ideas?