Beloss

Fate/Ousia

@Raijinslayer

Wailing, tears and the gnashing of teeth is the fate of all those who love the Starks.

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@Raijinslayer

Oliver Hallett stood agog in wonder as the light receded and the figure made itself known. His lip trembled and his loins shuddered as he looked in confusion. This was no Holy Samurai, but a dim looking giant clad in furs.

"W-Who be you?!" The magical senior citizen stammered as the giant gazed back at him. It blinked, opened its mouth and uttered one word.

"Hodor."

Fate/Ousia

Oliver Hallett

Tuesday, November 16th, 2015
11:00pm

@Raijinslayer

Oliver Hallett picked his way across long dark grass under a clear night sky as the lights of Cusco shone in the valley below. He had come here to lose himself in the ruin dotted hilltops surrounding the city, and to pick a suitable spot for the little experiment he was about to try his hand with.

He had thought about performing the ritual closer to his hotel room, but after the oppressive heat of the day the night had seemed too fine to pass up a ramble, and the ruins of the old city were calling to him.

They crowded around him now, huge blocks of smooth grey stone fitted one on top of the other without mortar or clay, the ancient teeth of a long dead city, row upon row of short terraced walls that cut the hill into sections. He had been to Cusco once before, but he had been in a hurry at the time and the popular sites of the place had passed him by. Now he was determined to enjoy them, even to make something of them. He wondered briefly at the place. He had trekked farther and far more dangerously into the jungles to explore ruins far less impressive than these so easily accessible ones.

The location was of course completely off the mark for the being he was supposed to be summoning, but for him at least it would mean something to summon a figure from the past into a place so drenched with it. He briefly contemplated what the Japanese and Inca would have thought of one another, decided that they would be similar enough, but that of course they would have hacked each other to pieces despite it. It was the way of ancient empires.

Smiling softly he shook away the feeling of foreboding that had been creeping up on him ever since he had learned that land was involved here. Why that would enter the equation on such a project he could not fathom. Still it weighed on him. Magi were as liable to resort to hacking each other to pieces when substantial gain was on the line as any ancient kingdom was. He wondered what idiot nobleman had thought up the land offer as an incentive. He would have approached the man and told him it was a mistake, but he had little real clout with any high family's, so ultimately it was futile. Better to just roll his dice and resolve to stay the voice of reason when the meetings came. It had worked in the past.

Bending over he set to work, laying his sketchbook on the ground and opening his satchel of green chalk powder. He was used to making bounded fields so this circle would be no particular challenge. In fact the more analytical side of his mind insisted that something must be missing here. No circle as simple as this should be able to account for a Mystery on the level of what they were talking about.

"It must be something in the land..." He muttered aloud, gazing at the hills across from him. They ringed nearly the entire city, encircling it like a protective wall. No wonder the Inca had decided to settle here. In the time of bows and spears it must have seemed invincible.

"Or maybe these are the real key?" He looked at the back of his right hand again as he spread the fine powder over the ground. He had never seen anything quite like the spontaneously forming marks that had appeared there, though he could tell out of hand they they contained great power. Thick, segmented and straight they resembled something perhaps like a stylized chess rook. Surely they were a large piece of this puzzle.

Continuing his musings he set to work in earnest, slowly watching the circle take form under his careful hands untill it lay before him, complete and beautiful. He regarded it carefully before he stood again and reached for his scripted incantation. He was passing a threshold of some kind here. His good judgment warned him against going any further, but curiosity and something else he could not quite identify in himself drove him on. He began to speak the words.

As the voice of an old Englishman filled the air with magic the wind began to blow and light began to build, mystical light to challenge the modern light of science that blazed in the valley below him. A smell very difrent from the scent of the land became apparent, the smell of cherry trees and fish and swift running water. It was a smell he recognized from the dig site in japan where he had uncovered the rusted sword hilt that brought him here in the first place, the same that now lay in the center of his circle of green.

Little by little the light grew brighter, and as it did the sword hilt seemed less rusty, untill quite suddenly it was a blade again. A long curved sword beautiful to look at, with no sign of wear or corruption.

The light reached its zenith as the incantation ended.

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@Unoedipal
So, Raijinslayer has agreed to have Oliver Hallett summon Masamune. Let what the Grail has joined together, no ancient crystallized dream soul separate!

When can I start posting?

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<Snipped quote by Beloss>

... That is amazing. The mental image of Gilles' slender, pale, clawed fingers curling around Goliath's shoulder is pure hilarity.

@ConstantlyComic

Saber is there to. And Kiritsugu, and Hercules. They are all there to support him through this hard time.

Gillies has been asked to make a public apology at the UN, and the Royal College of Art in London has rolled out the red carpet to allow for a personal review of their most cherished classical exhibits by Goliath. He will pan them all, but they will clap and call him a hero anyway. We don't tolerate hurtful racial slurs against even the most beastly Philistines in this day and age.

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@ConstantlyComic

For some reason I just can't get the scene out of my head where Goliath is fighting Gilles de Rais and destroying all his art, and Gilles of course is fliping his shit and is just like "YOU BASTARD! YOU MONSTER HOW CAN YOU DESTROY SUCH WONDERFUL ART!? YOU PHILISTINE!"

And then Goliath stops in his tracks, his Mad Enhancement banished. Slowly he sinks to his knees and a single tear rolls down his cheek. "B-but..." The once mighty warrior stammers. "I am a Philistine."

Then of course Gilles stops his ranting and casts his eyes shamefully downward before going forward to pat the sad giant on the shoulder and leand him the much needed emotional suport. One by one, all the other Masters and Servants of the war join in.

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Bluuuh! Long LOOONG work day today :P

@ConstantlyComic Is goliath the kind of Berserker who can't turn Mad enhancement off? Does he have a personal reason or...?

Yar Oliver is sort of absent minded. Once he catches on though he's not a fool per say. I do expect to get at least a little comedy out of his first few interactions of the war, and he slowly pieces together what exactly is going on.

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@ConstantlyComic Is Goliath permanently Berserk? The personality section kind of suggests he is? Anyway my Masters prana reserves are somewhat small, and he is quite the elderly dapper gentleman. Your giant may be to spicy for his blood. Also, Goliath is literally a Philistine! I don't think he would appreciate the gravity of a personal interview for the purposes of historical curiosity.

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@Raijinslayer @ADamnFiddle

Ask yourself one question. Is your Servant worthy of the delicious steaming hot bombshell of dramatic flavor that is my Master? To put it simply, they may be ancient heroes and kings, but are they rad enough?

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Alrighty whoooooooo needs a Master? I got one fresh piping hot master right here cooling on the windowsill as we speak.