Nearest NATO bases are pretty far off, and would take a lot of effort to get up and running given the Cold War is over at this point and time
Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)
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Drasky
Dude
Damm, okay what about having others do it. Like can we contact Enforcers from the tower and get it up running. They seem to be strictly on our side. I just want my airstrike on demand...
Also how do we look anyway?
Sure, if you don't mind sending someone obligated by the Grail to exterminate them via sword rain of death
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- They/Them
Hm... We can communicate silently with Rider, right? And he can move lightning fast?
[X] Silent Communication!
-[X] "Achilles, I'll distract him with small talk, you speed forwards and do your utmost to rip his head off his shoulders before his Servant can stop you!"
[X] Out Loud!
-[X] "By the Root, not you again. What do you want?"
[X] Silent Communication!
-[X] "Achilles, I'll distract him with small talk, you speed forwards and do your utmost to rip his head off his shoulders before his Servant can stop you!"
[X] Out Loud!
-[X] "By the Root, not you again. What do you want?"
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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- He/His/Him
Canonically, having a very long tea party with Shirou Kotomine.
As far as a NATO airstrike into Romania goes, the Clock Tower wouldn't be in favor of it, because (hopefully) they aren't so disconnected from the Muggle World that they don't know NATO bombing a Warsaw Pact member would kick off World War 3: Everybody Gets Nuked edition.
Now, mind slaving a USSR base...
But that's irrelevant right at this second.
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with witty banter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
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Khawy
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- Location
- The United States of America
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with witty banter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
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Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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- He/His/Him
@Bondo
Mind editing your vote? After I thought about it a bit, Isaac seems like the type to:
1. Have the kind of classical education that let people source quotes like that pre-Wikipedia
2. Be pretentious enough to try and show off that education even when mentally communicating with a legendary Greek hero.
Mind editing your vote? After I thought about it a bit, Isaac seems like the type to:
1. Have the kind of classical education that let people source quotes like that pre-Wikipedia
2. Be pretentious enough to try and show off that education even when mentally communicating with a legendary Greek hero.
Drasky
Dude
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with witty banter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
notmi
Super Koala God Super Koala
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with witty banter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
- Location
- The Carnival
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with witty banter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
Illusion
Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with wittybanter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider.It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider.It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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- He/His/Him
Isaac: Dressed for some light experimentation and a soiree in the halls of the Clocktower afterwards
Isaac: dressed to be repeatedly punched in the face and told to toughen up by the Irish version of Bella Swann
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Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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Isaac: Contemplating that maybe this whole "fight in the Greater Grail War" thing wasn't the best idea ever
+ 5STIsaac: Contemplating that maybe this whole "fight in the Greater Grail War" thing wasn't the best idea ever
Corral
[X] Attempt to distract Aaron with witty banter
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
So. This bastard again. You level your most imperious glare at the older blonde in front of you, your body smoothly shifting to increase your profile compared to his lanky form.
If he was here, then his invisible Servant wouldn't be far behind, and with Ruler's noble, if unnecessary, sacrifice you were alone against the both of them. Except for Rider, but he had failed to even manage being a distraction the last time you had squared off, so you felt that if anything were to get done today you'd have to handle it alone.
Big boy style.
You flex, drawing yourself up to your full height and leveling a finger at the man before you.
"Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
"Aaron Gentles Yggdmillenia, you mean." He replies dryly, "And yes. I was watching you Red Faction types."
You shrug bemusedly, "Of course, given my superiority as a magus-"
"No, no, not that." He interrupts, holding out a black-gloved hand, "I meant the entire Red Faction. You people are wandering all around the city, for some reason. You're like chickens with your heads cut off." He pauses, cragged face looking around cautiously, "I'm surprised that I'm only running into one of you, really." One of his feet begins moving in an odd direction.
"Er…" You don't quite know what to make of this, or why he's telling you such information, but you know a chance when you see one. He seems to be waiting patiently, shifting his feet idly
Rider.
Yes, Master?
It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the hell out of this city!
Gentles takes a step back, seemingly stretching his leg innocently.
"Master, do not insult me!" Rider shouts out from behind you, as you slowly raise your palm to your face, "Especially by calling upon the "wisdom" said by Agamemnon and his brood of dogs!" You simply focus on ignoring your Servants bravado for the moment, "I shall show you, once and for all, that Achilles is not one to run from any man, let alone trash such as-AGH!" The sound of heavy wood impacting flesh echoes from behind you, and you turn to see Rider on his knees, gripping his face in apparent agony.
"Rider…It really should have been obvious that he was here already." You say in exasperation.
"Be…be silent, magus…If Assassin were not some cheating coward I could take him out with both arms tied behind my back." Rider replies, almost petulantly.
"I am…sympathetic to what you're feeling right now, Isaac Hemostrus." Aaron Gentles says, laying a hand on your shoulder.
When he picks it off there is a faintest white smudge at the edge of your vision
"Really?" You say, turning back to face him, "Do you truly understand?"
"No." He says, shaking his head, "But I am to understand you are an Enforcer in training, correct?"
"…Yes." You say, puffing out your chest a bit even if you don't quite see where he was going with this, "I am told that at my age such a thing is quite rare."
"Yes, of course." The enemy Master says, almost absently. After all, there was no need to focus on such a thing. It was almost natural, really. Dwelling on the talent of others younger than him would undoubtedly be depressing, and a man of Gentles' age and experience was doubtlessly well practiced with such disappointment already, granted he had had to work with-"You were taught by Bazett, yes?"
"Yes, Master is quite the capable woman." You confirm, it was only natural that a prodigy would teach a fellow prodigy, after all, "She mentioned you, you see."
"Ah, yes, of course she would." Gentles says, turning around to leave his back to you. After pointedly looking at your shoulder for a brief moment.
You couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel relaxed.
Thank goodness there was someone civilized involved here.
"I would hate to kill the disciple of someone who had been under my guidance," He pauses, before turning around again in a somewhat exaggerated manner, one hand held out in a sweeping gesture, "It would leave a bad taste in my mouth, you see."
You chuckle good-naturedly, "Well, of course. You do have a Heroic Spirit at your beck and call." You feel a detached, foreign feeling of impotent rage rising up
Gentles chuckles himself in response, the wooden sound grating on your ears, "So I do." He pauses, looking at you, "But you sound as if you believe you could beat me were it not for my friend over here." He says, gesturing to his right.
You shake your head in amusement, "Of course. After all, you're just a second rate old magus, and here I am, a First Rate at the age of 19. With a powerful sorcery trait behind me. Of course I would win."
Gentles grips his broken, misshaped chin in a gloved hand and peers at you curiously, "How about a bet then? A good, civilized wager?"
You flex, "Of what nature?"
"A one on one duel. If you win, then I shall surrender myself to your tender mercies." His feet shuffle around some more. Was it some kind of nervous tic?
You nod, "Acceptable. But what if," You snort, "By some chance, should you win? What of your prize?"
Gentles pauses, looking for all the world as if he had never considered the possibility of his victory. An entirely reasonable reaction. "How about your Command Seals and contract with Rider?"
You shake your head, in admiration of the man's gall. Well, you could at least admire his audacity.
What do you do?
[] Accept
-[] How do you open the duel?
[] Decline
-[] What do you do instead?
-[X] Begin the banter by posing to make your muscles look bigger, pointing at him, and saying "Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
--[X] Telepathically commune with Rider. It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the Hell out of this city!
So. This bastard again. You level your most imperious glare at the older blonde in front of you, your body smoothly shifting to increase your profile compared to his lanky form.
If he was here, then his invisible Servant wouldn't be far behind, and with Ruler's noble, if unnecessary, sacrifice you were alone against the both of them. Except for Rider, but he had failed to even manage being a distraction the last time you had squared off, so you felt that if anything were to get done today you'd have to handle it alone.
Big boy style.
You flex, drawing yourself up to your full height and leveling a finger at the man before you.
"Aaron Gentles. You were watching me."
"Aaron Gentles Yggdmillenia, you mean." He replies dryly, "And yes. I was watching you Red Faction types."
You shrug bemusedly, "Of course, given my superiority as a magus-"
"No, no, not that." He interrupts, holding out a black-gloved hand, "I meant the entire Red Faction. You people are wandering all around the city, for some reason. You're like chickens with your heads cut off." He pauses, cragged face looking around cautiously, "I'm surprised that I'm only running into one of you, really." One of his feet begins moving in an odd direction.
"Er…" You don't quite know what to make of this, or why he's telling you such information, but you know a chance when you see one. He seems to be waiting patiently, shifting his feet idly
Rider.
Yes, Master?
It was a maxim of the kings of Sparta that where the skin of the lion is torn, it must be patched with the skin of the fox. So make like a fox and get us the hell out of this city!
Gentles takes a step back, seemingly stretching his leg innocently.
"Master, do not insult me!" Rider shouts out from behind you, as you slowly raise your palm to your face, "Especially by calling upon the "wisdom" said by Agamemnon and his brood of dogs!" You simply focus on ignoring your Servants bravado for the moment, "I shall show you, once and for all, that Achilles is not one to run from any man, let alone trash such as-AGH!" The sound of heavy wood impacting flesh echoes from behind you, and you turn to see Rider on his knees, gripping his face in apparent agony.
"Rider…It really should have been obvious that he was here already." You say in exasperation.
"Be…be silent, magus…If Assassin were not some cheating coward I could take him out with both arms tied behind my back." Rider replies, almost petulantly.
"I am…sympathetic to what you're feeling right now, Isaac Hemostrus." Aaron Gentles says, laying a hand on your shoulder.
When he picks it off there is a faintest white smudge at the edge of your vision
"Really?" You say, turning back to face him, "Do you truly understand?"
"No." He says, shaking his head, "But I am to understand you are an Enforcer in training, correct?"
"…Yes." You say, puffing out your chest a bit even if you don't quite see where he was going with this, "I am told that at my age such a thing is quite rare."
"Yes, of course." The enemy Master says, almost absently. After all, there was no need to focus on such a thing. It was almost natural, really. Dwelling on the talent of others younger than him would undoubtedly be depressing, and a man of Gentles' age and experience was doubtlessly well practiced with such disappointment already, granted he had had to work with-"You were taught by Bazett, yes?"
"Yes, Master is quite the capable woman." You confirm, it was only natural that a prodigy would teach a fellow prodigy, after all, "She mentioned you, you see."
"Ah, yes, of course she would." Gentles says, turning around to leave his back to you. After pointedly looking at your shoulder for a brief moment.
You couldn't help but take a deep breath and feel relaxed.
Thank goodness there was someone civilized involved here.
"I would hate to kill the disciple of someone who had been under my guidance," He pauses, before turning around again in a somewhat exaggerated manner, one hand held out in a sweeping gesture, "It would leave a bad taste in my mouth, you see."
You chuckle good-naturedly, "Well, of course. You do have a Heroic Spirit at your beck and call." You feel a detached, foreign feeling of impotent rage rising up
Gentles chuckles himself in response, the wooden sound grating on your ears, "So I do." He pauses, looking at you, "But you sound as if you believe you could beat me were it not for my friend over here." He says, gesturing to his right.
You shake your head in amusement, "Of course. After all, you're just a second rate old magus, and here I am, a First Rate at the age of 19. With a powerful sorcery trait behind me. Of course I would win."
Gentles grips his broken, misshaped chin in a gloved hand and peers at you curiously, "How about a bet then? A good, civilized wager?"
You flex, "Of what nature?"
"A one on one duel. If you win, then I shall surrender myself to your tender mercies." His feet shuffle around some more. Was it some kind of nervous tic?
You nod, "Acceptable. But what if," You snort, "By some chance, should you win? What of your prize?"
Gentles pauses, looking for all the world as if he had never considered the possibility of his victory. An entirely reasonable reaction. "How about your Command Seals and contract with Rider?"
You shake your head, in admiration of the man's gall. Well, you could at least admire his audacity.
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What do you do?
[] Accept
-[] How do you open the duel?
[] Decline
-[] What do you do instead?
