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Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

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Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Cu Chulainn, Lancer

Babylonia

“”Babylonian diplomacy”, you say?” Lancer smirked at the comment by his Master. From his appearance, despite being a rather “pretty boy” in regards to his physique compared to some other heroes of similar feats, Lancer was not the sort of person to “talk” things out. If anything, he felt it was more interesting to learn from fighting another rather than through banter.

That isn’t to say that Lancer didn’t enjoy the casual conversation. In retrospect he was the sort to take up his arms against any and all enemies, but so long as he didn’t harbor some sort of grudge against his foes, he didn’t mind speaking to them casually. There are friends that are your enemies and allies that are your foes, after all.

With a sigh, as if he was thinking how his Master didn’t understand the situation he was in.

“I ain’t the “diplomacy” sorta guy, Master. Like I told ya, we're Servants; only diplomacy I know is at the end of a spear, so I think it might be best for that little girl over there to be our ambassador. Not ‘cuz I think she’s the best for the job, but because she seems to have already given herself to the task.”

However, if a single one of the soldiers was to attack his Master, there could be hell to pay. Lancer wasn’t the sort to deny others their rightful fights and he had sent many of these young “heroes’ to their graves from challenging him back in Ulster. The question was is if the soldiers of Babylon felt lucky. Cu had defeated an entire advancing army lead by a certain slutty queen through his own willpower and strength, defeating champion after champion that lined up. Each of them falling to his spear.

And it wouldn’t be line these babylonian soldiers could be too much different than the heroes he had felled back in Ireland, no? Lancer was sure he could take on, defensively, an entire battalion of soldiers, though that might just be a bit of an overstatement to his abilities as a hero, he was definitely someone that should be feared on the battlefield.

“So what is it gonna be, Master. Do we pretend to make friends, or do you want me to run them through?”

Ravel Livoria D’Arby

Scandinavia

Ravel had arrived in Scandinavia. Though she did not have any sort of true attachment to this place, she had heard that one of her ancestors had come from these lands. However, that was irrelevant as the Magus had no cultural ties to the location.

But what was relevant to Ravel was the fact there were two unidentified Servants before her.

“C-Caster. I shall support you to the best of my abilities. Show me what you can do. Defeat these enemies for me.”

Ravel drew upon her magics. It was rather instantaneous in terms of construction, but in application her magic needed a bit of a “time” to intact However, the combination of the years of her training, one could state that the application of “inserting” into what is otherwise “inanimate”.

Perhaps that is why one could say that based solely on her disciple of magecraft, Ravel was a rather depressing individual. The curses and the living dead tended to be her specialty, though the creation of her version of the “Zombie” was completely different compared to the artificial “life” created by a certain dead apostle ancestor. Simply put, she was able to forcibly enact her will upon the “spirits” trapped outside of the reincarnation cycle and animate them within the confines of dead animals. A simple action.

And instantaneously one had obtained a somewhat more powerful familiar. This magecraft would likely not be an impressive feat had it not been for her other branch of magecraft understanding.

Curses.

The anger of another.

Wrath.

Destruction itself.

The all-encompassing curse must not be taken lightly. Though not nearly to the destructive level of a million curses placed inside of a cup, the festering and eating away of existences could not be taken lightly.

If someone were to enter the radius of the animated dogs she had risen, they would be hit with a curse that was the encompassing knowledge of the D’Arby family. It may not be much to a Servant-level individual, but it was the best she could do to support her Servant in combat. Though considering her Servant was also a Magus, though more powerful than herself, she would likely also be taking a supportive role in the conflict.

Unless she had a trick up her sleeves . . .

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

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Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

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Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

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Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

@liferusher
@Noodles

It did not take long for the Knight known as Tani to leave the building of the Iron Bell, and after but a few moments of preparation, such as removing her armor for an outing and the like, Maria was ready to head out.

At least that is what Maria assumed would occur. But for whatever reason there appeared to be someone at the entrance of the Knight Headquarters that appeared to come out of nowhere.

“Halt.State your business,” Stated the guardswoman towards Kurokono. Of course, a random individual was usually not commonplace to enter towards the location of a Knight’s Order, but it appeared there was a rather strange upward trend of these fools constantly entering the premises recently as allowed by Madam Maria.

It was a strange thing to ask to the Iron Bell for joining the constables. Though they did tend to keep order while they were in the confines of the city, the Iron Bell were still a military order given their authority from the Royalty of the land, in this case the regent counsel.

“Go away. I have no reason to assist anyone. I am a knight, I am no officer.”

“Isn’t it a bit rude to shoe away someone who simply wishes for assistance? Have some compassion, Clara.”

“Y-Yes Madam.”

“Sorry if there were any issues between yourself and my Knight. I am Madam Maria of the Iron Bell Knights. Though i would normally discuss whatever you would wish, I am currently about to embark with this lady to an eatery. What is it you wished to know?”

Maria said, pointing towards Shiina. Maria wished she could assist the strange man as quickly as possible so that Shiina could finally eat. Maria had cruelty had other things to do before she was able to take Shiina to eat. It would not be fair if she was to neglect the other any further.

Chastity

Royal Capital Lugnica

@Zelosse

The impact of the blade was not cared for by the individual known as Chastity. He had heard a presence. His gift had given him closer to the place he wished to be. An individual who had given himself to the madness. Something that he had no reason to regret. If it were not for this madness, he would have gone insane long ago.

The attack itself was not even so much as flinched by Chastity. In the event that the man was to attack him, if his Fair Lady had told him not to dodge the attack in his ‘little black book’, he would not have moved. He had the resolve to die for what he believed in.

The voice that had came after was something that had shocked him however.

“OH BLESSED FAIR LADY! PLEASE FORGIVE MY INSOLENCE I HAD MADE A MISTAKE AND I SHALL REPENT FOR IT!”

Bash! Bash! Bash!

With a constant motion, as if a mechanical device of some sort rather than a human, the man known as chastity had begun to hit his head upon the wooden floors of the room. He had made a mistake. He was punished. The Fair Lady had given him his just-due respect for his ill-appropriate actions. If the Lady had told him to do something, it was clearly something that was needed to adhere to. He was blessed. He was a little bit closer to what he thought was heaven itself.

Bash! Bash! Bash!

And as suddenly as it had begun, the actions of the Bishop of Chastity had stopped. And as if nothing before had been told to him, he had resumed his current statement, ignoring the blood that had begun to drip down the top of his head and begin to soak the white of his eye, trickling down further and staining his rather fancy looking attire that would not seem out of place on a nobleman of some sort.

“I have to say that I do love your attitude.” Chastity stated, commenting on the statement he had made about leaving the town.

“To answer your question I have arranged to be able to leave the city with you through a few … sympathetic smugglers. The disgusting, whorish people who give themselves up to a god that doesn’t care for them hardly realize that there are administrations whom are sympathetic to my plight.”

Chastity might seem like a normal individual in the event that he had been introduced with normal circumstances. He seemed meticulous. The sort of person who planned things through to the end. Perhaps it was not likely that he had started out, from the start of his life, as the insane individual who would bash his head into the floor at the, well, chastising of his foolish actions. He was a fool.

Fool! Fool! Fool!

He was merely the person who would give the word of his Fair Lady, not someone who should be so calm and suave in regards to his actions. He was not pure. He was not pure like his Fair Lady. He needed to punish himself. But first he would have to prove himself as the Bishopric of Chastity once more to his Fair Lady.

“Though if we are discovered, I don’t see any reason we can’t just escape. You are someone I need to keep alive. Clearly you have gotten the love of My Fair Lady. My Fair Lady had told me about your arrival to the city, and had instructed me to ensure your safety. However, there would not be anything we could do in the event that we are discovered. I doubt there is anything that could defeat the two of us. We have the love of my Fair Lady, after all.”

"Until that point, however, you are free to act as you wish. I have no intention of stopping you, unless ordered to do so."

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

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Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

@liferusher

“Hold up, Tani,” Maria said, trying to get Tani’s attention before she had left the area. “If it is manpower you need, I’d like to offer my own skills to eliminate this beast if possible. Even if I had proven myself incapable yesterday, I still wish to protect my kingdom and the people within them, assuming you would allow myself to be nominated, Tani.”

Maria was someone who felt obligated by their duty to assist those in Lugnica. No, it wasn’t merely an obligation. Even if she was not a knight, there would be other methods she could use to help those in need. Her father had also served the royal house before her, and she would keep up his image as both to honor her upbringing, as well as provide genuine good for those involved.

Perhaps as a knight, a “dog of the army”, she could not be counted on to do the right thing versus doing her family honor. Even so if she had the ability to influence the lives of individuals in a positive light ,then perhaps this choice was the right one.

“Even if I am not the best knight All I have is a bit of fancy swordplay and my family name. I can possibly be, I wish to better myself. Last night had shown me my weakness as an individual, but so long as I am able, I will make sure that such a disgrace never occurs again. Besides, I feel if I am working with you, there is nothing we cannot do together.”

Maria had faith in Tani as an individual. Even if she had not performed to perfection in the last day, Maria understood that Tani’s skill as a knight was good enough to attract the attention of the director. Maria had admiration and respect for any of her fellow knights. Perhaps it was a bit naive, as not every knight was a paragon of justice, but Maria was the sort to hope for the best in people, so long as they were not irredeemable.

...Like that damned golden swordsman.

“There is no way I can forgive that man for what he had done. I will bring him down to justice. Even if he is leagues above me now, I shall sharpen myself and face him when I am ready to do so. His crimes will not go unpunished.”

After all, that damned sword was the reason why Malakaus was … Malakaus was what? Maria seemed to have thought of something, but for whatever reason her consciousness refused to admit a “fact” that had occurred. Something that definitely “happened” and that she had recollection of, but could not place it into her consciousness. As if some sort of mental “block” was preventing her ability to process this information.

Perhaps if she saw Malakaus, or that idiot swordsman Aleph from last night, she might recall something that she wished to forget …

“Ahem. Sorry for delaying you from your post if I have, Tani. I apologize for any inconveniences I caused you by speaking with you. I might take it upon myself to gather a few capable individuals of my own if you would allow me to assist you in this regard.”

Now there was the matter of Shiina, whom of which had recently asked about the art of magic. Maria was hardly an expert in the craft. If anything, she was pretty basic at most of the magical knowledge she understood. The person she considered her “sister” was much more skillful at magic, and one of the best sorceresses she knew.

“I have some basic tombs in my library if you’d like to check those out at your leisure. I don’t think I would make too great of a teacher though. My skill with magic isn’t too great. Aside from a few basic spells, I cannot really say that I was born with too much skill in that regard.”

That was about when Shiina’s stomach began to growl.

“I-If you are hungry, I did promise to get you food. But don’t take it the wrong way. I wanted to check out this place anyway.”

Maria wanted to pass it off as a simple desire to get food, but in reality she did think that Shiina was at the very least an “interesting” individual. Perhaps in the sense that she seemed to almost act like an animal in terms of cute behavior, or her minimalist speech pattern, but Maria knew that this girl, if not taken care of, would likely fall into the hands of individuals less kind than she.

Life in a different world [A Re:Zero setting / Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Maria von Hohenzollern

Royal Capital Lugnica

@liferusher

It was unexpected. Surprisingly, but not unwantedly so, Tani had arrived nearing the Iron Bell with a request.

“D-Don’t worry,” Maria said, waving her hands frantically at the other’s apology. “It was my own weakness that I had let good men die. As a Commander, I was sworn to protecting these men, but I had simply let them fall victim to the will of a madman. We were bested by two people, but there was no way they were normal. That sword … you touched it too. When I touched it, I felt the sins of the world upon my back. I would have gone insane if the world had not blessed me so with my “skills”. If anything I should be apologizing to you. You got hurt from me not being able to protect you.”

Tani’s appearance seemed a bit more … rugged … to say the least. Though Maria would definitely call her friend to be pretty, her current state definitely needed a bit more to be desired. Of course, Maia was lucky to only escape with her health and life. Though touching that monster’s .... sword.

No.

That “thing” is too evil to be a sword. Maria had touched the weapon, and felt a trillion curses before her, begging her to commit atrocities. Without the effect of her blessings, surely the Knightess would have been consumed by the sword’s will. But strong did Maria stay in the face of adversity. Though did she fall, it was not of her own volition to do so. If it were up to her, she would have kept onto the weapon at the cost to herself.

She knew why Tani had fallen victim to it’s seductive embrace and could not fault the young lady for anything that had occurred that night. It had been her own weakness that had led to the death good men and women alike. It was her own fault he had been killed by the sword and its twisted Master. Or perhaps the sword was the “master” and the person was a twisted thrall?

“And about that beast … I cannot say I recognize it. A foul Demon Beast from the looks of it. What are the guards doing about it? If it is harming the citizens and caravaneers of this land, I would wish to see this beast stopped at once.”

It was then that Shiina asked Maria a simple question, but one that confused her a tad bit that she seemed almost in disbelief that someone would ask such a simple sentence.

“You know not about magic? I suppose my knowledge is only limited. I do know some famous sorceress, but I have to say her personality isn’t the most … inviting. D-Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death. She is like an older sister to me, but I guess to some she is more of a demon than a woman. That being said, I think I can borrow some texts from the library if you wish to learn more, but I am not sure how much you can truly learn through books alone.”

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Cu Chulainn, Lancer

@beloss

A shot of light filled the summoning area.

And before the Romanian magus was a spearman, clad in a blue runic armor, carrying a spear that was the color of blood itself.

Perhaps it wasn’t too bad a reaction to fear this spear, for it had taken the lives of many in the wake of a warrior unparalleled during his time, it’s design both simplistic, but the shape of the blade and the staff appeared “demonic”. A spear that had taken the lives of those one cares about; it wasn’t too far off from the truth. But the man who held the spear seemed not to mind the weapon in his hand. He simply sat there with a grin on his face.

“Yo, Master. Let’s work together and have fun.”

The Lancer was a magus himself, though his form of magecraft definitely was dated compared to most modern understandings of the subject. The modern form of magecraft was to “recreate a miracle”, but Cu’s was before the revolution of the age of man’s magic. But even he still understood, from his knowledge given to him as a Servant, that his Master was definitely top-class in terms of the quality of his pana and his quantity, even if his abilities were rather efficient compared to most other beam-based superweapons. Lancer’s Noble Phantasm was one of the most efficient abilities for winning a traditional Grail War.

His Master’s pet seemed frightened at the very sight of the beastrial man. It was wise to fear the spearman as a monstrosity. Within the confines of his life, Lancer had destroyed many beasts thought to be unbeatable, and tamed those thought to be untamable. At a deep, conceptual level, animals of any kind understand the dangers they are facing, such as a dog understanding when a person poses a threat. Though this is even beyond that. Even if the opponent was to the level of a DAA, at the very least Cu would have the highest chance of defeating the opponent compared to many of his other Servants, therefore how could a little runt compare to such a man?

His Master seemed awestruck by the fact his little pet had chosen to flee. But so long as he was compelled by contract, and the desire to contest other individuals whom hold the designation of “hero” with his own legend, he would choose to follow his Master.

The man known after a Dog, Cu Chulainn, for he had become the guardian of all of Ulster, and all of Ireland. The hero whose legend could be compared to Roland Or Joanne D’Arc in France, Arthur in England, or Heracles in Greece. But unlike the regal appearance of Joanne D’Arc or Arturia, Cu Chulainn was a beast of a man not unsimilar the Greek Hero Achilles.

“I think you have our [the Servant’s] position wrong here. I am here to fight. You are supposed to make the choices, aren’t ya? Just point me at the enemy and I’ll kill ‘em for you.”

Cu was a man of action. He was not someone who overly thought out his choices within the confines of his existence. Had he did so, perhaps he wouldn’t have died at such a young, spry age. But those who burn the candle at both ends are destined to fall to the their mortality before most others would. However, those people tend to fall under the designation “hero”, and according to Lancer,, a hero mustn’t have any regrets, or they betray those who had looked to their story for inspiration.

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Ravel Livoria D’Arby

“I-I’d want to go to Scandinavia as well.”

Ravel hadn’t been able to discuss a single word with Seyrun, much to her disappointment. Her roleplayer is just a boosted bonobo and never posted embarrassment by interacting with someone so suddenly did catch the young lady off guard, but she didn’t wish for her original interaction to be Himiko also seemed to get along with Seyrun’s Servant Tamamo, so perhaps it wasn’t so much Ravel’s desire to make friends with Seyrun, but to give her somewhat awkward Servant more comfort in her mission with a somewhat familiar face. A somewhat awkward Master for a somewhat awkward Servant.

“Of course, only if you are alright with that as well you, Caster.”

Himiko and Ravel were, for better or worse, a team. Though she had refused her offer to refer to the Caster Servant as a teacher, Ravel understood that she could learn a lot from the archaic knowledge of Caster’s experiences. Even if this wasn’t the case,

The two were partners. Ravel felt that the two were not a traditional “master” and “servant”. How could someone like Ravel rule over her regal servant in such a poor manner? Sure, Ravel did have her Command Spells, but it wasn’t as if the young lady ever planned on using them, unless their Servant was a bit more rowdy than what she had expected. Himiko likely had more experience with fighting than the sheltered child that was the heir to the D’Arby household, hardly understanding the harshness of the world around her. A “princess” in her own right. Not completely dimwitted, Ravel understood her shortcomings as an individual.
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But she wished to make strides to press forward in her abilities in both the field of magical understanding and social understandings. Though perhaps it wasnt the best choice to take advice in this understanding from magi; those most detached from normal understandings.