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Gilgamesh sat back down and sighed and rubbed his eyes. Golden portals appeared around the servant trying to kill his own master while another batch of portals surrounded the master attempting to make his servant cut off his own thumb. He looked up and his jolly demeanor had changed as he spoke in a more strict tone, “I will have none of this! You all are here for my amusement and this bickering and personal attack on your own servants and masters will not be tolerated. Is this understood?”

“Glade you and I are on the same page, right Caster?” Chad whispered before he walked over to one of the chairs and sat down before he added, “alright, why not everyone calm down and enjoy the food.” Chad was trying to keep the peace and not see people getting ripped apart by the host.

Caster smiled at Chad as he was with her on the thought pattern, but still, there was something about the Master who was making his servant cut off his own thumb that rubbed Caster wrong, even if he was stopped. So, after Gilgamesh was finished telling off the two for their personal attacks, she rose her hand, like a student in a classroom.
"Since I am neither Servant nor Master of them, can I attack, seeing as it isn't personal for me? I promise only to hit him once" She told Gilgamesh, a cute little smile that said nothing about the devil beneath the skin.

[Master]
Viona looked at Mizore with pity as she while knew her name, she did not know what she experienced in her life. [color=lightblue"While I do not know what you might of failed to accomplish, this war with The Holy Grail will grant you a chance to accomplish what you have failed and give you a chance to right your wrongs"[/color] Viona said to her servant, offering some sort of motivation to her so that she could have a reason to win the Holy Grail with Viona.

Before anything else could be communed between the two, both of them were transported into the castle of your one and only, Gilgamesh. His invitation to a dinner was not surprising from the arrogance of Gilgamesh as he was one of the people who would do something like this. Sighing before Viona sat down to a seat, she pulled a chair out for Mizore to come and sit down if she wished. Offering a polite and reserved smiled to all the participants, with the exception of Tatsunoko. The foolish master forcing its servant to harm himself was a foolish action, thankfully Gilgamesh had the decency to stop the stupidity of the master from being committed. Offering the cruel master only a stern and indifferent glance but for the servant, she indiscreetly opened a seat for the servant if he so wished to sit with someone else. It wouldn't take much to understand why the servant would hate his master already. But even so, if the servant didn't wish to accept the offer, it still stood as an open agreement.

Looking elsewhere, she looked at the other masters and servants as she studied the participants of the next Holy Grail War, being a interesting mix of personality. However, a few discrepancies existed such as her servant, it was the simple fact that they did not exist within history as heroic spirits. How they were capable of being created through the grail was surely Gilgamesh doing, as the imbalance between each servant was different in both feats and power was evident. However, doing anything here would no doubt be foolish, considering the earlier example of Tatsunoko being as a warning to them all, Viona looked at the food that was being offered and waited until the signs of them being able to eat.

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[Servant - Beserker]

Beserker looked at Baraka with teary yet loving eyes as noticed her master looking confused at her for how closely they were interacting but she suspected that it must of been the shock of the two of them reuniting, it had to be right? "Mhm you are my master Yuki, and I will always keep you safe" She said to him with a small strange emphasis on the word 'safe'. But before she could say anything more to her Master, Beserker and Baraka were both enveloped in weird sensation and transported to a different place.

Observing the room frantically, with her eyes darting from one end of the room to the other, Beserker quickly grasped one of the silverware; more specifically the metal knife as she wielded it in defense. In that moment, she wielded her weapon and her cloak once again covered her head, along with her bangs falling into place covering her face and identity from the others. The announcement of the event being a feast which was considered at best a 'truce' did not ease her discomfort and distrust for the other threats in the room. Looking behind her for the sight of her master, but was greeted with an empty spot which he once stood there, she quickly looked for her master before realizing that he was sitting at the table. Shocked at how at ease he was within the presence of other potentially- not potentially, immediate threats that were all targeting his master's head. She would play with this farce for now, as she went and took a seat with her master, whispering to him discreetly "Yuki, be careful with all these people. Remember they are all your enemies and you should be cautious, especially with that one girl" She said specifically targeting the girl with the white cloak, as Beserker could feel something strange about the girl but could not figure the reason for her suspicion.

While she seemed complacent with her master's decision, underneath the table she wielded her knife in one hand while she had her light blue phone in the other. Her eyes surveying the area cautiously as she was keeping a keen eye out for anything suspicious that her opponents could be doing. Occasionally checking her phone, in case of anything happening to her master but Beserker was keen on running away the first moment she had that gave her the right of way to do so.

Servant

Roland's blade stopped a hairsbreadth away from Tatsunoko's neck whipping around as he was compelled to obey the Command Seal. He didn't notice Gilgamesh's portals, nor did he hear the King of Kings proclamation. Rage at the deaths of the innocents still going unavenged burned through him. He placed his left hand on the table his sword slicing through his thumb and straight through the table like a hot knife through butter. Pain ripped through his hand, but Roland didn't care. He had felt wounds before, and he'd likely feel the again. Evil this vile shouldn't be allowed to live, however. "The Emperor would have never let things grow this desperate, that filth like you wields such power. Charlemagne would have had you drawn and quartered for your crimes." Venom infused his words. "' Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.'" He recited, his sword slicing back up in an arc, intent upon cutting Tatsunoko from groin to shoulder.

Master

Corbet shifted his seat a bit back as Gilgamesh began to get involved, hands going to his coat's inner pockets. His eyes spotted Viona opening a seat for the servant in distress. "On the bright side, if things start getting ugly we'll both get to see everyone's abilities, won't we?" He smiled nervously at Rider. His hands started moving in a clear predetermined set motions, combining and crafting things together to fight where he himself couldn't. A small bird flew from his coat to Viona a small message being left for the girl. "Nice to see someone cares. Best of luck to you."

Master
Tatsunoko looked at Gilgamesh, who wasn't entertained by his deeds.
"I'm afraid that its too late for my servant to stop, I already used my command seal so he has to complete his order." He said, as he turned back towards his servant who was about to cut his own finger off.
"Let this be a lesson for you dog... From now on, you will address me as your master, as the next one will be through your heart." He said with an evil grin, showing his hand with the 2 command seals on it.
He looked around, and saw that pretty much everyone was hating him at the moment.
"I NEED to win this grail... No matter the cost..."He thought to himself, before looking back to his servant who just cut of his own thumb.
As Roland started to speak up again, he finally realized he was some kind of holy paladin.
"I already hated you for being so disobedient.. But apparently you are one of those christian hypocrites too?"He said, as he laughed, rolling backwards to create a gap between him and his servant.
"Please... God is dead, worshiping him is such a huge waste of time.." He said, as he extended his arm towards his servant again, this time planning to command him to stab himself straight through his heart, killing him.

Servant
Mizore looked at Gilgamesh as he was mad at that dumb master who wanted to attack his own servant.
"He is so cool.. Coming up for a servant just like that..." She thought to herself, obviously staring at Gilgamesh, before her master spoke to her again.
She looked at her master, before whispering to her master: "I had a motivation to win this entire thing.. But I think that reason just changed.."She whispered to her master.
It became obvious that Mizore obtained a crush on Gilgamesh.
When Mizore was offered the chair, she sat down, as she started staring at Gilgamesh again.

~Servant~
Rider grunted lightly upon hearing Corbet's nervous words spoken to him and shook his head a little bit. With one eye closed, another opened, and his legs kicked up as he leaned in his chair, he looked over at his Master. "This is how the Grail War goes. If you think this is ugly, you ain't seen nothing yet." Despite his nonchalant tone and apparent lack of care assigned to the situation, he was truly angry being where he was. He could feel the strain being put on the Grail trying to hold him here. As well as being quite irked watching the little smarmy prick trying to make a display of his Servant. The toothpick that had been swishing back and forth between Rider's teeth snapped in half in a spectacular way for a tiny bit of wood.

He removed the other half of the toothpick from the inside of his mouth and set it in his pocket. He quickly looked back at his Master again, deciding that even though he wasn't exactly the god of a Master that Rider was expecting he was definitely better than the git that was making a fool of himself.

~Master~
Though the very weirdly familiar (and somewhat clingy) way that the familiar was interacting with him somewhat confused Baraka, he decided that no actual harm was being done. He made his mind up to just play along with what she was saying until it was of any immediate threat to him or anyone else. He nodded calmly as he listened to her worry about the potential dangers of being so nonchalant in the presence of the enemy.

"Whilst I understand what you're saying, I'm completely aware of how dangerous it could be to simply laze about near the enemy. But I'm more worried about 'The God Among Men' up there. He seems to be quite unpredictable, and could possibly kill us both with little to no provocation." He pulled a book out from a pouch on his waist and began to idly flip between the pages to occupy himself as he waited for all of the rabble to settle themselves around him. As he did so, he began to ponder about what he could tell from what he saw looking at the other Servants and Masters. He was able to make a few conclusions here and there, but found that for the most part he couldn't gather much from just watching and observing.

"The best course of action might be to conduct some reconnaissance. Perhaps you could learn something about the enemy by infiltrating them." Baraka lightly whispered to his partner, eyes still trained on his book.

[Beserker - Servant]

"The best course of action might be to conduct some reconnaissance. Perhaps you could learn something about the enemy by infiltrating them." Her master whispered back to her as the two of them were sitting at the table. She shook her head with defiance as she knew she wasn't capable of doing what her master told her what to do. The best she could do in this situation was to defend him when shit hit the fan and run before they get killed. She hoped her master wasn't mad at her already as she was only doing this for his own good and protection against the other competitors.

Looking back down at her diary within her right hand, it was flipped open as she carefully glanced at its contents every so often in random intervals. Making sure that nothing dangerous was going to happen, for if it did she had a preemptive start before chaos reigned. And so, she waited with her pink eyes looming back and forth the room observing. For the moment everything was calm at the moment with no big cards were being played, but that was until someone decides to go and flip over the boat. It was just a matter of when that was going to happen, and when it did, Beserker would be the first to jump off the ship with her master by any means and if she could, she would make sure to have the boat take someone else down...

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[Master]

Viona sighed at the continued outrage of Tatsunoko, but it was now a battle of headaches which she was determined not to show visibly which was the raging master or her servant actually liking Giglamesh and inside Viona's head listing all the reasons why not to like him. But then something came and lightened up her day, at least a little bit as a little birdie gave her a small note "Nice to see someone cares. Best of luck to you." Smiling at the man, she nodded in confirmation as she too wished the man good luck with the war with the grail as well. However, waiting here at the table with just Gilgamesh and the other master fighting with his poor servant, one with christian origin was starting to indeed be dull. Her servant wasn't making it any better as well, as she was fawning over Giglamesh, the arrogant prick which out of all the people she could chose, she picked him. Sighing she twiddled with a small green gem in her hand as she juggled it around with her finger, bouncing it around until the event started.

“No, No. you cannot attack anyone while today’s light is still shinning. Tomorrow you all will have a chance to get your aggression out when the game truly begins. So please sit and relax. Tonight we’ll feast and rejoice for once the battle starts, you all will become enemies of one another,” Gilgamesh told Caster and the rest of the participants. He snapped his fingers and more people walked out of rooms from each side of the dining hall. They didn’t looks like spirits or even mages. They were in tethered clothing and had chains around both their ankles and wrists.

“Funny how this time period still has peasants without homes. You’d think society would help them instead of turning a blind eye,” Gilgamesh laughed before he snapped his fingers again. The holes walked around each table setting plates and silverware for the mages and heroic spirits. When they were done they left the dining hall. Chad felt a little uncomfortable with the whole situation. He didn’t like the fact that Gilgamesh used the homeless like slaves.

“Now that everything is set, feast my gladiators,” Gilgamesh said with a smile. Chad looked around the table to see the various foods spread out. He suddenly jumped when he saw the person sitting across from him. It was a large man with a leather coat over his white T-shirt. However, it was the man’s hockey mask that scared Chad the most. The young man sitting next to the man wearing the hockey mask saw Chad and smiled.

“Don’t let appearances fool you,” the man said as he pushed up his glasses. The man in the hockey mas was about get up, but his master waved his hand and added, “In due time Executioner, In due time.” Executioner nodded before he sat back down

Servant

"Only cowards fear death. You seek to hurt me. To tear down my faith.Your words are the meaningless challenges of a scared boy. You are afraid, you feel abandoned, you feel weak. so you lash out. You revel in power. You are a frightened child, grasping at whatever you can to reassure yourself." Roland replied, facing Tatsunoko. There wasn't any hatred or anger in his voice, merely pity. Before the heretic had anytime to say anything, Roland was on him. His sword lashing out again to kill the heretic, the murderer, the frightened boy. It was a straight thrust, past the outstretched arm. Roland didn't want him to suffer, after all. If Tatsunoko chose to dodge, Roland would stay with him and continue attempting to kill him. If Tatsunoko paused, the sword would go through his body and kill him.

Master

"I suppose you're right." Corbet sighed, running a hand through his hair. He cast his servant an amused glance as the toothpick broke. Idly, he handed Rider another toothpick from inside of his jacket. "Don't worry. It's clean." He said, somewhat absently. It is the Grail War. Time to start acting like it. Corbet reached inside his jacket once more and, hiding his hands underneath the table, began tearing a piece of paper up. Over and over again he tore the paper until it was just a bunch of tiny scraps. Hiding the remains in his right hand, his left going back on the table, he concentrated. There as a small, muted, flash of light from his right hand, and then he opened it up. "Go. Mark them all." He whispered, sending the various pieces of paper across the room. They attempted to discreetly land on their targets (The opposing Masters and Servants), by going along the bottom of the table and attaching to their shoes. Once at their targets they would mesh with the shoe, thus giving Corbet a constant knowledge of where his opponents were at all times.

"Let the games begin." He said quietly to Rider, with a small smirk.

Master
Tatsunoko realized his situation was dire, and he had to do something quick if he wanted to pacify his unworthy servant.
Tatsunoko rolled towards his left again, dodging another sword strike by his servant, before thinking of the proper solution.
Tatsunoko rapidly grabbed one of the girls who looked like a servant, and he held her in a chokehold with in one arm, quickly drawing a gun from under his jacket, holding it against her head.
"Don't move or this girl will die... You wouldn't want that would you?" Tatsunoko said with a wicked smile as he put his finger on the trigger, ready to end the poor girl's life.

Servant
Mizore was still staring at Gilgamesh, not paying much attention to her surroundings.
"I wonder if he will notice me if I win the grail... I would only need to get rid of a few annoying people..." She thought, before somebody suddenly grabbed her by her neck in a chokehold.
She didn't have time to turn around and look who it was, but he noticed the huge paladin from before standing in front of her, so she quickly realized who was holding her as an hostage.
"Damnit... If he shoots they will figure out I am a servant and my entire plan will be ruined..." She thought to herself, as she started to make choking sounds.
She wasn't actually choking, as his hold wasn't exactly tight, but if she made a big deal out of it, she had a larger chance to be rescued.

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Gilgamesh slammed is fist onto the arm of his throne and screamed, “Enough!” golden portals appeared all around the dining room as Gilgamesh glared at both the mages and servants in in front of him before he continued, “I grow tired of all this. You all either sit down and eat, or I’ll kill each and every one of you and take my grail back to the treasury. I don’t mind waiting another 25 years to hold another Grail War. So I suggest you all put away your weapons, sit down, and feast before I show you what the true king of kings can do!”

“Whoa, whoa! Don’t put me in the same boat as them. I’m doing as you requested,” Alex argued.

“Silence peasant!” Gilgamesh interrupted before he added, “If I have to ask again. I’ll kill you all. Now sit down and FEAST!”

Caster was pondering how to destroy the sun. That way, she could remove today's light, and get to kill the man. But, Gilgamesh threw a tantrum, which kind of worked out. Heroic Spirits couldn't really be killed, so if she caused a ruckus now, then she could end this Grail wars before it began, and force the Grail to sustain another twenty five years of Gilgamesh's quite childish demands. Which, from the looks of it, probably wouldn't happen.
"A true king does not command by force alone. He requires the will to see through all obsticales, the support and admaration of his subjects, and the wisdom to know when to apply force, and when to apply a more tactful approuch. Any less, is merely a tyrant. So, maybe that is your true title, Tyrant of Tyrants?" Caster put in, loud enough to be heard clearly over all the rabble-rousing.

The attempt at hospitality had been interrupted further so by yet another strange occurrence. Managing to pick up her pill box moments before the golden light enveloped both her and the woman before her, she found herself amongst many others. The simple cant of the head came with the deserved amount of confusion as crimson orbs focused on the many others speaking. Some seemed to get along, some seemed to be at each others throats at a literal manner -- and the golden one.

The Golden King?

Through legends of old, the name Gilgamesh was spoken with the highest of regard in his grand lifetime, recording his prosperous rule, amongst other things. But yet, before her stood a man of evident arrogance...?

People weren't good.

She knew that from the bottom of her heart, and yet she hoped that with the one simple thing that she wished for, she would be able to take up to make at least her own family happy...Hah...A small smile to play along the lips before being one of the few people to actually listen to him and take up to sitting down and taking a bite of the closest thing that she could manage. Why bother getting worked up? Perhaps the drugs retained her nonchalant demeanor towards a Paladin-esque figure seemingly choking out a little girl, but Mai...Just chose to try and eat to an acceptable amount that her stomach would cease its cries of sustenance furthermore. Free food wasn't something to be necessarily turned down anyways -- and if they weren't too busy arguing over there, they might know the same. Only the soft call of words to give thanks to the Golden King that offered them their last peaceful meal were all she could offer beyond this chaos before she continued. But not to a thoughtful effect, one hand moving to pull the chair next to her out and make a bit of a motion towards the group. A natural attempt to request that her Servant come sit and eat with her, if naught else.

Why get so worked up about dying tomorrow?



Such was her unfortunate inconvenience to find a boring man. He spoke of managing such a simple hint, leaving her to only wonder if he even knew his history correctly. ...Hm...Perhaps she should test the boundaries on how far he would be willing to go to win?~ But yet, the contemplation was stopped short at the golden light that snatched her away -- ah, wait, no there he was. Amongst many other people, men and women alike but-

"Oh, hello...~"

Like any power-hungry, sexualized icon of witchcraft, the sight of the man proclaiming himself to be Gilgamesh himself had her eyes like a lion to a deer. Nevermind the throne or the Grail or anything that could signify his absolute dominion over the entirety of this groups of ragtag individuals...What would it take to get that armor off and get in those pants?~

Alas, there was too much bickering going on for her to find the proper way to try and figure out how to approach such a man of stature! His personality meant shit to her, with how he looked...But damn, it wouldn't be easy to manipulate someone as high as him in comparison to a human, now would it? A soft sigh fell from the lips before Caster took to wrap her arms around her own Master's arm and tug him along with a pleasant, innocent expression.

"Ah, I was just getting hungry! Let's get something to eat.~"

Nevermind that she didn't really have to eat. Modern times carried fine cuisines that she herself never got the chance to try, so why not kick back? Just to relax, maybe show a bit of skin, take someone to the closest bedroom? Granted, she probably should pay attention to her Master while she was at it, but he seemed...nonchalant. Ah well, looks like she had a lot of work to do behind the scenes if this was going to be worth her time at all...But first things first? Time to find the closest, hottest, thickest, juiciest stick of meat and treat her mouth to the taste.~

Master

Alistair frowned as he observed the room degrade into chaos before Gilgamesh restored order, the King of Kings most unpleased with how things were going. As it stood, he himself had to resist the urge to show his own frustration with how things were going. This was a serious matter, so how was it this hard to treat the event with the respect and seriousness that it deserved? They were all mages, so they could do that at lest, yes?

But apparently not. Well, he would do his best to ignore it all and to focus on the matters at hand. Though he did notice the interest that his Servant showed in Gilgamesh. He didn't say anything about it though, willing to allow it so long as it didn't interfere with what he had to do to win the Grail War. He was willing to compromise when needed.

"I suppose it would be a waste to ignore this feast," he agreed with a nod, taken aback as she wrapped her arm around his and pulled him forward. He provided no resistance though, since he was willing to go along with the suggestion that she had presented. There was no harm in doing so after all. At least not to him, and not to his Servant. And after all the walking, and the summoning itself, he could use a bit of food.

Sitting himself down at the large table, he looked over the available options there were to choose from. While Gilgamesh might be incredibly arrogant, Alistair couldn't help but admit that it did look good. He merely hoped that it wasn't actually food that was thousands of years old. So he took a roll, some turkey, and more to that. Time to eat. And so it was that a hum escaped on the very first bite, eyes widening slightly in the process.

Well then, seemed that it wasn't thousands of years old food after all. Once again, Gilgamesh proved to have the best things. But at least he could enjoy it while it lasted.

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Servant

Caster watched with an idle and amused smirk as things degraded into chaos, one Saber class Servant attacking his Master, who proceeded to do the very confusing move of taking another Servant hostage. She expected that they wouldn't be in the war for very much longer, and the same could be said for the Caster that was insulting their current host. Well, she supposed that it was a good thing. After all, that meant less competition.

That little girl is another Servant, she noted to her master via their telepathic connection, provided courtesy of the Grail. If she could be killed by a single Master with a gun, then she didn't deserve to be in this Grail War in the first place.

Glancing down, she noted her Master's movement, a call for her to sit down and join in the feast. A quaint gesture, though one that did garner a bit of appreciation. But she made no move to sit down, staying in a position by her Master as she continued to observe the spectacle at hand. "My thanks Master, but I'm not hungry right now. And I would hate for something to happen to someone as frail as yourself."

For how condescending it sounded, it was true. She wasn't hungry, and she partook in more delicious affair than simple food. But her master would learn that soon enough. For now she stood in a pose like one about to dance, ready to draw her weapon and use it should someone foolish make a move for her master. It wouldn't do to lose before the war had even begun.

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Gilgamesh sighed and rubbed his eyes before he stated, “I had hoped a fun night of fun before the battle begins, but it seems my hopes were dashed by this time periods peasants and their servants. I guess I’ll have no choice.” The golden portals all disappeared as bats began to fly from the dark corners. They gathered near Gilgamesh’s throne and within seconds a man wearing a black suit with red tie was standing in front of Gilgamesh. He took of his black top hat and bowed.

“How may I serve you my king?” the man questioned. At the front of the room the door was suddenly kicked in and a man with short blond hair with a red hoodie covering his white tank top, blue jeans that had dog tags in the pant loops and brown work boots walked in and sighed.

“Damn door wouldn’t open. Things busted,” the man in the red hoodie said before he looked at the door on the floor and added, “Well less busted then it is now.” A women with purple hair, purple lip stick and wearing a white dress, white slipper looking shoes, and a massive snake tattoo that went from right ankle up her dress, through her cleavage, and ended at her left wrist with the snake mouth opening up like it was going to devour her hand walked past the man with the red hoodie and sighed.

“I told you to push, not pull,” She said before she walked towards Gilgamesh. She stopped and turned towards Baraka and winked at him before her forked tongue flickered from her mouth. She smiled and continued towards Gilgamesh and sat on the right arm of the throne before rubbing his shoulders and saying, “my pour king, have these people given you a head ache? You know I’m always here for you.”

Gilgamesh turned to the women and said, “Thank you Viper, I know I can always count on you to relieve some stress.” He then turned to the man in the hoodie and scolded him, “How dare you break another door you mongrel! You should know better than to break what is mi Mark.” Mark rolled his eyes and scanned the room before setting eyes on Berserker and smiled.

Gilgamesh then turned to the man in the suit and said, “I’m happy to see you again Devin because you can help me the most. Please place the mages and their servants in their rooms.” Devin nodded before he turned towards the mages and servants before he lifted his hands up and in an instant the mages found themselves in a room with a single bed with a small table with a plate of food and jug of water on it. They would find the door magically locked and not able to be opened by physical or magical means nor would the room allow servants to teleport to their masters. The servants would find the same thing as though Gilgamesh had separated both servant and mage.

Gilgamesh cleared his throat and began, “you’ll find yourselves in the rooms I have graciously provided you. You’ll find that I’ve separated you from your teammate to make things interesting for tomorrow. I’ve also given you a plate of food you all decided to refuse. However, I won’t let my entertainment starve.” His voice boomed in each of the room before disappearing.

Caster was sad that she did not get the desired reponse, instead of omnicide, there was a few new additions to the room, some guy kicking in a door, and conviniently - or simply because he wishes it - the names of all the new additions where announced aloud for one reason or another. The Devin man lifted his hands up theatrically, and then, Caster was in a room. Nice, but not what she wanted, so she looked to her small crystal, and withdrew it. It quickly turned into a pink-and-white staff, with a square shape. Two prongs jutted out either side, as this staff was pointed at the door. A mental command was given, and then the staff announced in a suprisingly emotive voice, 'Short Buster'.

After the voice announced, a squat pinkish beam blasted from the staff, and violently impacted with the door, but did not leave much of a mark, with them being reinforced by Gilgamesh's power. Caster looked for a few moments, and then spun her staff with a rather theatrical flair. The staff twisted and hissed, The head of it widening and extending away from the body, its prongs moving closer together, and a set of fins sprouting from the gaps. The end result resembled a golden spearhead set with a jewel, one she pointed at the door again. The staff gave off another mechanically emotive exclamation, this time 'Barrel Shot'. Some invisible thing slapped across the door, and prepared her for her next attack, which came a few seconds later. The staff pumped a few catriages into itself, and then a huge sphere began to charge at the tip. The staff remained silent, However, as this time, Caster spoke.
"Break Shoot!" She cried, as the staff fired off it's power, careening towards the door with unbridled fury.

[Master]
Viona sighed as she didn't care about the events leading up to her imprisonment in this cell, as the teleportation magic was becoming quite cheesy now. Looking around her cell it was an enclosed space with only the door as its exit, she knew that she was probably too weak to do anything about breaking through it as it was most likely locked and reinforced magically. Looking at the gemstone in her hand that she was once previously before playing with in hands, she pondered if she should use it but decided against it.

Deciding what her solution would be, she raised her pointer finger and channeled a very fine and controlled stream of prana as her finger glowed before she went to the door. Using as if her finger was a knife, she carved 'ᚦ' onto the door and looked at her tiny piece of work. What she carved into the door was Thurisaz: The Rune of reactive force, directed force of destruction, conflict, instinctual will, change, purging, cleansing fire and giants. It was a simple rune and its use in this situation too was simple, as with a slight wave of her hand and the addition of a tiny bit of prana as a reactant, the strange marking glowed. The rune at the presence of prana being ran through it activated before the door would splinter and ultimately break if the hardiness of the door was low enough.

If that didn't work then she would have sighed and she sat against the wall, looking straight at the door as she pondered a way to get out. Her varied magical abilities were useful but at often times her versatility over potency sometimes just left her stuck in the same situation without any other better way to get out. As her knowledge with runic magic was simple to single letters, as the knowledge into constructing strings of runes was simply too complex for her skill level.