Anza

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lavinia

(With a special guest appearance from Astoria, as played by @Sanguine Rose)

Three weeks ago...

The transport finally lifted off. Luke was fine. Ria had started figuring out the logistics of training with Gwen. She even did a quick check in with Leon to verify Felix was effectively diagnosed comatose but healed as best as the other support mage could. Perfect time to talk to Lavinia. Yes, Gwen had said it was her fault, but it didn't sound like something her sister would suggest someone else do. Perhaps if Lavinia hadn't shouted before doing so she might have believed it, but not as the scene unfolded.

Ria approached Lavinia, just as she'd said. The problem was, she didn't know how to approach the question delicately. Or, rather, tactfully. So she decided to start off the next best way. "So, Lavinia, are you ready to tell me why you screamed - and I quote - 'Die, freak' before kicking Asher in the genitals?"

“Um.” Lavinia had known it was coming, but that didn’t make her feel any better now that the moment was here.
“...It seemed like an appropriate way to express my terrible wrath.” There, that sounded good. Made her feel a little less embarrassed about her terrible decision-making. “If I had merely kicked him, it could have been construed as an accident, no? Yet now he knows that it was me, and shall curse my name ‘till his dying breath!”

That was an answer, Ria supposed. Though it seemed to bring up more questions. Her brain wasn't quick enough to stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth, though. "You know Asher's in our guild, right? For, like, two weeks? He was helping with the fight. He saw what you can do. All he was doing at that moment was helping me warm back up after I chilled myself trying to keep Felix's brain from frying. So why did he need to feel your wrath?"

“Wait, that was-“ Lavinia’s eyes widened, her surprise partly genuine. She’d known Asher was in the guild, of course, but... “Then you two weren’t... weren’t actually...”

What was this sudden relief, welling up from deep inside her?

She still had to give an answer though. “I t-thought you were doing something else. That’s all.” And then she realized how that answer could be construed in the context of her actions, and quickly corrected before Ria could reply. “Gwen said he was picking on you! A-and I saw you trapped in that terrible, um, bear hug, and I just could not abide to watch!” She folded her arms, putting on what she hoped was an expression stern enough to offset the color of her cheeks. “If anyone seeks to harm you, then my vengeance shall be swift and grossly disproportionate! Though I’ll admit, I may have acted rashly this time...”

But that didn’t answer her own question. I could tell he wasn’t attacking her, not really. So why...?

Ria's brows furrowed as Lavinia fumbled to put the situation together. It certainly looked like wheels were turning. But then why did the blood mage look like she was blindsided by the facts.

Then the truth was out. Gwen really did put Lavinia up to it. Her friend and occasional pillow was just trying to protect her. A cheerful smile spread onto her face as Lavinia continued to explain. When she'd finished, Ria laughed softly. "Yes, perhaps a little rashly. But now I know it was meant to be for good reasons. I think you truly left an impression on him, but I don't think it's the right one. You should explain your actions to him too. So he knows he can trust you if you two ever end up working together again. Do it for me?"

A bit of tension eased out of Lavinia at the realization that not only had her explanation passed muster, but had earned her a measure of forgiveness as well. Ria really was so gentle and innocent about these things.

Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to her? Because I want to break that kind spirit? But she didn’t want to, not at all. She might even say she liked that about Ria, if a horrid villain such as herself were capable of appreciating positive traits. A-and anyway, to say I’m drawn to her would be an exaggeration... probably.

“Hmph!” She turned her nose up proudly at the suggestion of reconciling with Asher. “For you? Do you presume to order me around?” She sounded affronted, but her eyes belied her tone. “I’ll do it for myself, you hear me? And only for myself. I don’t need him as my enemy just yet, so it’s simply coincidence that our wishes happened to align!”

Ria stifled a laugh into a giggle she tried to hide with a hand. It was just like Lavinia to insist a kind thing was truly selfish. She could accept it. "Yes. It is merely a coincidence your desire to clarify that you two are not enemies yet lines up with me thinking it would be good to make sure he understands it was just a misunderstanding. Torys would likely be put out if we could not manage to work with the others in the guild."

She offered Lavinia a smile. "You did good today. I don't mean like in a moral sense. You demonstrated a lot of prowess against the dragon and in your support after the fight. I mean, Zenith owes you for keeping him alive, after all." She placed a hand on the older mages arm for a silent moment before stepping away. "Well, i have to go talk to Gwen. Looks like you're not the only one who misunderstood a situation." With that, she put a hand up as a wave goodbye before heading off to talk to her sister.

Lavinia dismissed her with a casual wave of her own, a mere flick of her hand that spoke of cool aloofness. “Zenith was merely lucky that I still have uses for him. Be thankful that the same goes for you...”

And as Ria walked away, she added in a much quieter voice. “Y-you did quite good as well.”

Only when she was completely out of sight did Lavinia squeeze her eyes shut and smile a private little smile. She complimented me! Or, well, it may have been just a statement of fact... But she recognized my power! She could still feel the echo of Ria’s hand on her arm, a delicate warm feeling that somehow grew rather than faded over time.

She really was behaving strangely around that girl, she realized. Lavinia had dismissed her entirely as a goody-two-shoes when they first met, and had gradually come to tolerate her companionship over time... This, however, was something more than tolerance.

This feeling. It’s not affection. It can’t be.

With Asher. I wasn’t jealous. I couldn’t have been.

All those times Ria had quietly fallen asleep against her. I don’t look forward to them. I just accept it as... Oh, doggone it, I can’t do this anymore!

She leaned forwards, resting her elbows on her knees and covering her burning face with both hands. Evil didn’t make friends. Evil didn’t like people. Evil didn’t...

...

...I’m a terrible villain, aren’t I?

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Dear Asher,

I hope your balls are well. Renewed consideration on my part has brought to my attention that the force used may have been excessive, and that I have caused you harm due to a misunderstanding. This is mildly unfortunate, and I imagine you may harbor some small feelings of resentment against my person on account of your devastating injury.

However, now that you have felt my power yourself, you should know well that I am better to have as a friend than as an enemy. I hold no personal grudge against you, nor particular affection towards you, and it would please me greatly if I could go back to completely ignoring your existence.

Therefore, I propose a ceasefire between us. Attempt no foolish vengeance against me or mine, and in return I shall henceforth make efforts to spare you from my all-consuming wrath. Defy this agreement, and I shall crush you like a tiny bug beneath my heel.

As a token of peace and goodwill, I have sent you a groin guard so that you may protect your weak point in the future. Do not worry, I have refrained from sprinkling its inner surface with itching powder, for my whims are passing generous today.

Sincerely,
Lavinia Lucardi

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Present day.

She had tried to go to Asher personally, she really had. She did not fear his strength, after all, and could see no real reason to care if he got angry at her. It was just… Well. If she went to him in person, she’d have to apologize, and that was entirely out of the question. Nobody would ever take her seriously again. They all fear me now, yet I must make efforts to preserve my reputation if I am to overcome my newfound… weakness.

Yes, that had been on her mind all these past few weeks. No matter if it aligned with her goals, Lavinia could not deny that Ria’s words had exerted a fearsome influence on her, and that the girl’s presence conjured up a range of decidedly non-evil emotions. Rather than world conquest, she found her dreams drifting to topics such as fancy candlelit dinners, and warm cuddles under blankets, and the feeling of another’s hand held softly in her own.

Yuck! She retched at her own depravity. No self-respecting scion of evil ought to be thinking of such things! If it carried on like this, she’d end up hugging kittens and sniffing flowers, or even worse: actually being nice to people!
There was only one thing to do: she needed to toughen up and double down on her evil deeds. Maybe she wasn’t really bad to the bone, but with a bit of effort, Lavinia was sure she could eliminate this useless empathy welling up from her heart.

And thus it was that she barged straight into the Guild Hall, her eyes looking for a target she could pick on. Aha! There was Gwen, and not far away from her a gaggle of adoring fans, worshipful fools who no doubt wished to shower the ice mage with affection and praise. Not on my watch!

”Rejoice, trash!” She whipped out her grimoire, pointing a finger at Gwen’s fanboys with a cruel smirk. ”I’m in the mood for some target practice. You shall all have the honor of dying by my hand!” Massive spikes of blood materialized in the air around her, their points turning ominously to face Gwen’s admirers.

Some of them were wise enough to flee immediately. Others hesitated, grinning awkwardly as if they thought it was some kind of joke, only to yelp in alarm and run for their lives as a great red spear slammed into the wall just above their heads. Lavinia laughed out loud as she watched them scurry out the door like rats before a tiger, firing off a couple more missed spears as they left. ”That’s right! Run, peons, run while you still can!”

Then she turned her smirk towards Gwen. ”Oops. Seems I’ve chased away all your fans… How unfortunate.” Another laugh, this one a low chuckle so as to make it clear that she did not actually find it unfortunate at all. Terrifying innocent civilians while simultaneously destroying the popularity of one of her own sworn comrades— oh, she was such a heartless, heartless devil!

Fate/Psuedepigrapha (A Fate/Apocrypha Redux RP)

@Turboshitter

All right! I can make revisions if necessary, or even just app a different magus. That said, first I'll try to explain the logic behind my decisions here. Hopefully that'll make things clearer and make it easier to hash out what exactly needs fixing.

• With regards to the Mystic Codes, that's how Atlas Alchemists supposedly operate. They have Shirou-tier Magic Circuits (as seen with Nuari), and know barely any practical spells beyond Thought Acceleration and Memory Partition. However, they use the two of those to basically turn themselves into sentient computers, and then apply their empowered minds to create all kinds of crazy devices (ranging from Sion's Etherlite to superweapons like the Black Barrel). Nuari is meant to follow this trend: neither she nor her family have any notable spellcasting ability, because they're specialized entirely in boosting their intelligence to create powerful mystic codes.
• Within this Atlas style of magecraft, the Maaike are further specialized in investigating Void Space. The reason I gave Nuari a third spell at all beyond the thought/memory stuff is because researching and creating mystic codes based on Void Space would likely require an easy means of accessing said space in the first place. It's not that she's more talented than someone like Trisha Fellows, it's that her family studies Void Space and its applications to the exclusion of literally everything else. Hence why Nuari's first two mystic codes are sensory (devices created for observation, which is essential to research), and her third one is protective (designed to protect a researcher from what they were studying). The last two are the actual fruits of the whole process, and their power stems from the fact that a lot of time was spent gathering knowledge and building them. That said, I know that last one is somewhat over-the-top, and I can probably tone it down by reducing the range/duration or requiring some kind of set-up for each use.
• The whole point of the Maaike joining Yggdmillenia was that they hadn't gone completely unnoticed. People were sniffing around, and if the truth about them came out then they'd have been pretty much screwed. Atlas would want them gone, and the Church and the Clock tower would likely as not be happy to help wipe them out in exchange for political capital with Atlas. The Maaike are less cunning masterminds and like magical scientists, who require both Atlas knowledge and access to the world at large to pursue their research. Yet that very combination is forbidden, thus making their existence a kind of taboo. They're not capable enough to keep the truth hidden forever, and as soon as it emerged they'd be the enemies of every major mage organization... Thus, Yggdmillennia is really their only chance of long-term survival. They're making themselves enemies of the Clock Tower by joining Yggmillenia, but from their point of view it was going to happen anyways and they may as well fight a war with some actual allies on their side. Their endgame is basically just getting themselves into a position where they don't have to worry about being wiped out and can continue their work in peace.

So! With all that in mind, do you think she could still be viable? And if so, what would you recommend I tweak?

Fate/Psuedepigrapha (A Fate/Apocrypha Redux RP)

Master Sheet! I did a brainy girl.

Pure Imagination

Nuari Maaike Yggdmillenia

Gender: F
Age: 19
Height/Weight: 167 cm/52 kg
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Master of: Rider (if permitted)

Personality

A sharp and highly focused young woman, who never seems to miss even the smallest detail about the world around her. Gives off a scholarly impression, and a sense of knowing more about everyone and everything than a person of her standing should. Despite this, however, her interactions with others have all the finesse of a sledgehammer: she cannot or will not tell a lie and will speak her mind freely, even if doing so means spouting something downright rude or improper.

She is not an empathetic person by nature, or at least not one who cares to understand other humans. Rather, she has an eye for ‘elegance’ and ‘unsightliness,’ not in the aesthetic sense but in terms of mathematics. Something that is sound in terms of principles, structure, and purpose will be seen as good, whereas things that are uncertain or fundamentally flawed will be seen as bad. For this reason, she prefers homunculi to humans, though it’s more of an appreciation for how beautifully they fulfill their purpose rather than any strong desire to influence them.

From Nuari’s perspective, her body is mainly a vessel for keeping her mind alive and at full operating capacity. She maintains it in excellent shape, as one would an essential machine, but prefers mental activities to physical ones in most respects. The exception would be cases where a technique can be finely honed through careful analysis, though really she’s more interested in puzzling out the right movements that need to be performed to carry out a certain action, and actually carrying them out becomes nearly an afterthought. Often, she’ll learn a technique or a form of magic without her body actually possessing the ability to ever make use of it.

Background

It is said that nothing created in the Atlas Institute should ever leave the Atlas Institute. Or at least, this was the rule. For thousands of years, the alchemists fervently obeyed it, keeping the wonders and horrors they had created locked away forever from the outside world.
However, over such a long period of time, it is impossible to avoid exceptions to such a strict doctrine. Within the Institute, rumors abound of separatist factions plotting to break away and take their secrets elsewhere, though few can say how many of these whispers contain a hint of truth. On the rare occasion that an Atlas alchemist does attempt to break their cardinal rule, they will almost certainly be killed, or at the very least have their freedom completely restrained. Even if one were to get away from the Institute itself, they would swiftly be hunted down by the Holy Church.

Occasionally, however, an alchemist will just disappear entirely.

Sometimes this is from natural causes, when a half-finished weapon malfunctions and wipes its creator from existence. Other times, such as when a visitor is accepted into Atlas or when the Institute itself is forced to send out some of its alchemists to resolve a major crisis or contractual obligation, they are lost to external forces. The ancestor of what would later become the Maaike family was one such mysterious disappearance, whom all evidence showed to be dead and gone.

In truth, it was a perfect crime. This individual’s field of study- specifically the intersection between Void Space and reality -required them to inspect certain points in the world beyond Atlas in order to continue it. Though they were aware of the Institute’s rule, their obsession with Imaginary Numbers won out in the end, and thus they carefully arranged for their own presumed loss, escaping in such a way that the other alchemists were never even aware of it.

‘Maaike’ is a false name, a minor mage family thought up as a cover for a certain rogue branch of alchemists whose magecraft was originally from Atlas itself. They generally stayed out of the affairs of the Mage Association unless absolutely necessary, preferring to seclude themselves and keep their activities entirely secret while they continued their generations-long work.
No matter how stealthy they were, however, eventually suspicions began to rise. A cold case was re-opened, and agents of the Church and the Association suddenly began showing a new interest in this supposedly dull magus family based in the Middle East. The Maaike knew that if things continued, their connection with Atlas would be exposed, and the Institute’s allies would move swiftly to contain and eliminate that which had escaped long ago.

What they needed was protection, an ally who could shield them from the hounds sniffing at their heels and keep the truth from coming out, at least for long enough that they could complete their work. Yggdmillennia represented a power they could align themselves and use as a shield, a power unlikely to pry too deeply into their secrets so long as they remained useful.

Nuari is the latest heir and representative of the Maaike, though she views herself as no more than a cog in the machine that is their project. The Grail is a potentially useful opportunity, both politically and in terms of the power it offers, but to her it is no more than that.

Relationships

Maaike family: “A device for the realization of a dream, of which I am one component.”
Atlas: “A threat to our dream. Avoid where possible.”
Mage Association: “Useful resource, but also an inconvenience and source of threat. Keep contact to a minimum.”
Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia: “Our shield. Do not trust him beyond his utility in this respect.”
Alethia Mathers: “A mage. Some similarities in family history, may be a possible tool.”
Slaine Druiminn: “A good boy, but his magecraft is unsightly.”

Origin: Observation
Element: Imaginary Numbers
School of Magecraft: Alchemy

Spells/Skills

Memory Partition: an ability used by the superior alchemists of Atlas. It represents the ability to partition thoughts to form multiple independent thought processes. While normal people can only focus on one thought at a time, users of this ability can partition their mind into multiple ‘rooms’ to attack a problem from several angles at once. Advanced users (of which Nuari is one) can perform further titration of their thought processes within these rooms, allowing them to maintain hundreds of separate thoughts at once and perform complex calculations even when occupied with physical tasks.

Thought Acceleration: the main magecraft of Atlas alchemists. Allows for inhumanly rapid thinking, and is a prerequisite for Memory Partition. Used in combination, they vastly increase effective computing power.

Zero Dipping: temporary means of accessing pockets of Void Space and hiding oneself or small objects within them. While in this space, one is effectively outside of reality, and cannot be accessed or harmed from the real world without the use of corresponding magecraft… However, it’s inefficient as a storage method. Its only real use is as an emergency hiding space for Nuari herself or something that she absolutely needs to protect.

Mystic Codes

Fragrance Annulus: small ring implanted in Nuari’s nose. Vastly enhances her sense of smell, and connects it with the ability to sense magical energy. Her abilities are on par with a bloodhound, or perhaps one of the Hounds of Tindalos; she can detect the nature and origin of a spell even hours after it was cast.

Azure Distiller: an artificial right eye implanted in her skull. Not a true Mystic Eye, but its abilities are on par with them. Not only does it allow for improved sight, it can also configure itself to receive different ‘wavelengths’ and see things that could normally not be seen, from infrared radiation to magically concealed objects to things no human mind would even be able to comprehend.

Q.E.D.: her robes, which act as a strong ‘proof of existence’ of the one wearing them. Can temporarily maintain the user’s existence while in Void Space, and also protects them against conceptual attacks that would erase or distort their nature.

Void Bolt: one of two Maaike weapons in her possession. This one resembles a long brass rifle; when fired it triggers a localized collapse of reality into Void space, about 5 cm wide, that propagates outwards in a straight line for up to 500 meters. The destructive power of this collapse is absolute: anything caught within its narrow path is simply removed from reality as humans know it. However, it propagates at sub-sonic speeds, moving more akin to an arrow than a bullet, so even a human may be able to avoid it if they are fast enough.

Daydream Sketchbook – Void-Reality Observation/Verification Apparatus: a Supreme Mystic Code created by the Maaike. An absolute heresy on par with some of the weapons created within Atlas itself. The form wielded by Nuari resembles a tiny slip of paper no larger than a bookmark, but this is in fact merely a terminal connecting to the true device, which weighs over a dozen tons and is located entirely within Void Space.
Activation of the device severs the proofs of existence in an area up to fifty meters around the terminal and allows the temporary superposition of ‘alternate realities’ in a temporary fashion until existence fully reasserts itself. Effectively, the terrain is rewritten to suit the user’s desires: a forest floor can become a field of molten magma, a castle wall can become nothing but air. Individuals and objects can be entirely erased from existence, or left to contend with their new circumstances. However, this effect lasts no longer than two minutes, and once existence reasserts itself anything directly changed or erased by the Sketchbook is reverted to its original state (though secondary effects occurring naturally during the re-write’s duration do not revert, ex: get burned by the floor that is now lava and you will still be burned afterwards).
Once used, the Daydream Sketchbook must reconfigure itself before its powers can be accessed again. The time required for this depends on the scale of the re-write performed: affecting an area five meters in radius will put it cooldown for an hour, whereas using it to its full extent will mean it cannot be used again until ten hours later.

Circuit Quality: D
Circuit Quantity: E

Other: For some strange reason she is mildly allergic to cats.

Fate/Psuedepigrapha (A Fate/Apocrypha Redux RP)

@AnzaWasn't expect to see Billy.

@vancexentan

Never mind modern fantasy, we a western now!

Fate/Psuedepigrapha (A Fate/Apocrypha Redux RP)

Servant sheet done!

This Grail War ain't big enough for the fourteen of us!

Billy the Kid

Class: Archer
True Name: Billy the Kid
Master: ???
Gender: M
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height/Weight: 158 cm/49 kg

Personality:
Jovial, yet harsh. The strongest and fastest gunner, childish and carefree. That is the ostensible nature of the boy named Billy the Kid. His appearance doesn’t seem to line up with tales of his roguish behavior in life; if anything he seems quite affable. However, that is simply his outward appearance. In reality, he is cold and pragmatic in all respects, his smile nothing but a mask he was born wearing.
Billy is impulsive, but he is not foolish. Having received a higher education from his mother, he is capable of critical thinking and rational judgement.
His behavior towards his Master is cheerful and upbeat, at least to start off. Over time, he carefully observes them, and if his Master is the type to regard themselves as a “superior”, then there is no need for his smile to disappear. However, if his Master sees Billy as a “comrade-in-arms” or a “partner,” Billy will drop that mask, and one will be able to see the pride of a cordial outlaw with a sense of empathy and moral obligation.
His wish for the Holy Grail is modest, something like “I want to come across a situation that fascinates me from the bottom of my heart.”

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Stats:

• STR: D
• END: E
• AGL: B
• MAG: E
• LCK: B

Class Skills:
Independent Action A: He is able to freely act even in the absence of a Master. However, a Master is required for him to be able to use his Noble Phantasm.
Riding C+: Skill in riding mounts and vehicles. In Billy’s case, it’s only really notable when he’s on a horse.

Personal Skills:
Double Summon C: Possesses Class Skills from both the Archer and Rider classes. However, due to being one of the most modern Heroic Spirits, his Magic Resistance is virtually nonexistent.
Marksmanship A++: A skill representing one’s shooting techniques, including quick-draws, trick shots, sniping, etc. At the rank of A++, it represents a once-in-a-century genius.
Quick Draw A+: Specialization in quick-draw techniques beyond one’s general marksmanship skills. His skill with this is such that even if he drew out his weapon after he saw his opponent drew out theirs, he’d be able to shoot them first with plenty of time to spare.
Mind’s Eye (Fake) C: A natural talent for sensing and avoiding danger based on an innate ‘sixth sense.’ Also allows one to fight more effectively while vision is obstructed.

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Noble Phantasm

• Name: Thunderer
• Title: Thunderbolt of Broken Sound
• Type: Anti-Unit
• Rank: C+++
• Range: 1-100 (1 km maybe?)
• Maximum Number of Targets: 1
• Description: A triple-burst counter-shot delivered by means of a Colt M1877 double-action revolver (nicknamed “Thunderer”), which is said to have been favored by Billy the Kid. To be precise, the revolver itself is not the Noble Phantasm, but rather the entirety of “Billy the Kid’s marksmanship when he holds this revolver.”
  With a Servant’s perception, the flow of time in his surroundings seems to slow down, and he completely grasps the situation he is in before loosing a counter-shot into his opponent, all before their attack has reached him. Whether it is an Archer’s shot or a Saber’s slash, he nigh-instantly pinpoints his opponent’s location and their means of attack before firing a maximum of three shots to penetrate their vital points. By becoming a Servant, the range of his shots has been extended several times further than when he was alive. However, this ability works only as a counter to an “avoidable attack” – attacks he can actually dodge, in other words – and becomes meaningless in situations where there is no chance of escape (ex: many attacks from all sides).
  The craftiest aspect of this Noble Phantasm is that it has a low amount of magical energy consumption, due to the fact that it’s more of a ‘technique’ than any kind of magical power. Specifically, the mana consumption is roughly equivalent to that of an E-Rank Noble Phantasm.

Will have a Master up sometime in the next day or two.

Fate/Psuedepigrapha (A Fate/Apocrypha Redux RP)

Nice! Looks like this is moving forward. I'll work on getting an Archer sheet done tonight.

Fate/Psuedigrapha (Fate/Apocrypha Redux Interest Check)

Interested! I’m always up for a good Grail War.

Fenixtear - A Fairy Tail RP

Lavinia

Now Zenith’s heartbeat was speeding up too. No doubt about it: there was definitely something going on between him and Holly. Lavinia glanced surreptitiously back and forth between the two, her brow furrowed as she tried to puzzle out what it all meant. Perhaps those two were secretly mortal enemies? And their hearts started beating harder whenever they came close, because they were getting pumped to fight one another. Yes, that was probably it.

In the meantime, Lavinia’s own pulse was undergoing some drastic changes of pace, as she fastidiously avoided looking at Ria and tried to fight the parts of herself that wanted to a) laugh out loud and start monologuing about how she’d ruined the water mage’s little tryst, or b) get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness. The best thing to do right now would be to stay calm and act like nothing was wrong. Maybe if she pretended hard enough, it would come true.

”No need to be concerned, dear,” she purred, back into cool-and-calculating-mastermind mode. ”I’d never let any of my fellow mages perish by another’s hand.” She shot a meaningful look at the armored S-class, though internally her anger had died down a bit thanks to Zenith’s keen assessment of what the newspapers would be saying tomorrow. I’ll be rich and famous soon, and then I can just buy everyone expensive things and make them like me. Wait, that wasn’t right. I meant 'make them serve and obey,' of course. Whether they like me pr not is completely irrelevant! They would grovel to her like pawns beneath a queen, and bring her cool drinks and sandwiches whenever she asked.

With these thoughts in mind, she swept proudly past Zenith and pointed to the Obsidian Kite peon. ”You there, peasant! One of our own has suffered a groin injury in the preceding battle, so make sure that he is given the finest seat on board.” She raised her chin, looking down on him with a disdainful glare. ”And before you think about disobeying me, remember what happened to the dragon just now.” Her threat was totally subtle and she wasn’t sure he’d get it, but if he did then she knew he’d end up doing exactly as she'd demanded. Go, me!

Fate/Rising Sun

Public Morals Committee and a Delinquent. What could go wrong!

@1Charak2

"Master, get back here this instant! Your dinner's getting cold!"

Fate/Rising Sun

@1Charak2

DIBS!

Um. That is... I’d be interested in forming a pairing with this Master, assuming she’s accepted and you’re down for it.