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Fate/esoteric facsimile

LancerxUriel is my OTP

Fate/esoteric facsimile

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Uriel

&

Lancer

"Hmpft... That was certainly more blunt that I expected" Was the thought that came to Uriel's mind as he saw Lancer in all of his glory. It was unexpected as he gave a slight grin, looking away briefly with his eyebrows raised and lips loaded with a sly remark ready to be fired but refrained, no need to ruin a good view right? Pulling out the first article of clothing, a pair of black fleece shorts, the only thing he didn't account for despite thinking ahead was the lack of undergarment Lancer would have to go commando.

Taking the top piece of clothing from the stack, which was a plain red shirt styled with a low v-neck, he slid the garment down Lancer's broad, firm chest. His hands pulled down the shirt through his arms and down his muscular limbs with his thumbs on the shirt while the four other fingers glossed over the surface Lancer's surprisingly smooth muscles and down his sides as the shirt was pulled down to waist level. Looking down Lancer's lower torso for a mere moment, licking his lips as his face was hidden from the other's gaze as he finished putting on the shirt. It was a unique experience to say the least for Uriel to be dressing Lancer but he didn't mind if the other didn't complain as he continued.

Grabbing the next piece of clothing which was a black hoodie and slid it onto Lancer frame quite easily, the hoodie exposed Lancer's muscular arms and shoulder with no sleeves from either the two pieces of clothing, along with revealing part of his muscular torso with the v-neck of the shirt dipping further down than normal. He didn't bother zipping up the hoodie as he liked the contrast of the red with the black in front hoping that was a good choice.

"So far so good, hm?"

He said out aloud to mostly himself as he took several steps back to observe Lancer. Looking at Lancer with a grin, he did indeed look pretty good as Uriel broke eye contact glancing away from him as bite his nipped his lips. Picking up the final piece to the outfit, it was a set of black shorts long enough to reach just slightly above the bend of the knees. Coming in front of Lancer, Uriel got him to move into the shorts as he pulled the clothing up from the ground. Pulling the more muscular and taller man 'just a tad closer' before he was stopped.

Lancer had placed a hand on his master's shoulder, applying a little pressure. "That is fine, I am capable of clothing myself." Hooking his fingers under the shorts, Lancer pulled the fleece over his hips. The pants hung loosely from Lancer's hips, accenting their sharp bones and muscles.

The tight red t-shirt was slightly to small for Lancer, leading to the contours of the Servant's tight abdominal and pectoral muscles coming into sharp relief. Lancer's V-shaped torso would have made models envious.

"Are you sure of this?" Lancer looked over himself, while beginning to stretch and flex to test the feel of the clothes. Lancer's lean, hard muscles seemed to ripple as the Servant flowed from one exercise to another. His arms flexed, biceps and triceps contracting and relaxing slowly.

"I do hope you like the clothes I picked out for you. It matched the closest to what you were accustomed to." Uriel said as he picked out the shirt and hoodie to be the same style as the bronze armor that Lancer normally wore without sleeves and shorts which was similar to skirt that they wore.

Snorting slightly, Lancer nodded his agreement,

"Great, lets see if you see anything else that peeks your interest then" Uriel said before snapping the visible tags off the clothing and collecting them so he can pay upfront latter. For now, Lancer could travel with him in the store in his physical form as they looked for more clothes for the other to wear.

Raising his eyebrow slightly, Lancer quipped, "Isn't this similar to the behavior of people you would call 'Sugar Daddies?" As he finished his joke, he walked out of the changing room, immediately turning left.

Uriel smirked at the question that Lancer asked of him, pondering not even for a second before he answered under his breathe, "Perhaps...", as Lancer disappeared from the vicinity, following him soon after he exited the changing room and turned to the left to explore the clothing store some more.

Lancer was standing in front of a smartly dressed mannequin, stroking his chin in contemplation.

"You like these glasses Lancer? Considering how you look right now, they might just match." Uriel said playfully as he wiggled the black-framed glasses on the mannequin as he popped up behind the prop.

Lancer shook his head solemnly, before patting the vest oh the shoulders, then running the cream tie between his fingers.

"The vest and tie then? That an interesting choice, a formal outfit huh..." He said in surprise, Lancer's taste in clothing perhaps wasn't outdated as he thought. Taking a peek at Lancer, as he checked up out from the bottom all the way to the top. "I think it would look nice on you."

"A King must look the part no? Being able to move seamlessly through different social classes is a useful skill, a skill that is only helped by the clothes you wear."

"A noble may wear the clothes and look the part Lancer, but to gain respect they have to have the confidence to wear and pull it off at the same time. But knowing you Lancer, I don't think you have to worry about that."

"Oh? The mage speaks to the king on confidence, how the tables have changed," Lancer joked while chuckling slightly, before becoming serious once more. "Yes, I think I would be able to 'pull it off' as you say."

Uriel could only grin mischievously as he could only agree with the statement in more ways than one. "Do you wish to try this on in the dressing room? Just to... make sure" He asked Lancer, memorizing his different sizes that fitted him when he was dressing him.

Lancer heard the tone that ran underneath his Master's voice, and cocked his right eyebrow at the question.

"Daw, does that mean I can't accompany you to the dressing room anymore? They grow up so fast..." Uriel said with a smirk as he faked the sadness in his voice.

At that moment one of the store employees walked by, and froze behind the pair. A young woman, her eyes were wide, like a deer caught in in the headlights. Her face was beginning to turn a deep red. "A-Ah-A I'M SORRY FOR INTERUPTING!" The girl quickly dashed away, covering her face with her hands.

The girl and her sudden appearance sent jitters down his back, but Uriel recovered quickly and turned to face the girl. Right before she left, he winked to her as he cocked his eyebrows at Lancer with quite the devious smirk on his lips at the moment. Smoothing over his facial expression as Lancer's noticeable muscles began to contract and move as he turned to face him.

Lancer turned his head to face the loud scream as well, before dismissing it as a threat and looked back at his Master, "That was your fault."

"My fault? You said that you were capable of capable of dressing yourself, I was only offering a final chance before you set off on your own. You never know when you will leave the nest one day for good." He said to Lancer with a mostly innocent grin, as he turned around to fetch the clothing that Lancer was eyeing earlier and picked up almost the right sizes for the heroic spirit to try on in the changing rooms. "Don't blame me if you get stuck with a sleeve or button" He said to Lancer, internally chuckling to himself as he picked a size smaller which would look interesting for the muscular build the other possessed... and other parts.

Lancer replied, "I was not going to change here you know, it would be to suspicious for me to leave dressed so formally."

"Of course you wouldn't change here, you'd be showing everyone in public your extras, so go try it out in the rooms. You can practice changing out of these clothes while you switch bettered outfits. Come show me how you look once your done changing our though"

Lancer looked at his Master with a slightly disdainful look, before saying, "The Grail provides us Servants with information on how to interact with the world, and I am perfectly capable changing my clothes."

Uriel gave out a sigh of his own as that was the most he would get out of this situation, huh... "Alright Lancer, vamos then! Lets go pay that girl a visit so we can pay for these clothes then." He said with the formal vest, tie and pants that were in his hands as he headed to the register to pay for them. Looking at the nervous woman, who he surprised he set down the clothes onto the counter, picking up several more pieces of clothing along the way to the cashier giving her a coy smile upon meeting again. Paying for the clothing in cash while taking note of the woman's stare at him when he presented the snapped price tags and the clothes Lancer had in him right now. He could only offer her a silly grin which was hidden from the Heroic Spirit as he left the store, as they were done shopping.

Lancer facepalmed at the change his Master went through between the forest and the city. Turning to the cashier, he shrugged helplessly before flipping his hoodie over his head. Jogging over to catch up with his master, he slowed to match the other man's stride.

"It is considered rude to not give your partners your name, Uriel." Lancer said to Uriel as he scanned the crowd for threats.

"You know what else is rude Lancer? Not thanking someone when they have gifted you something very valuable. As you said right? A King must look the part but he also has to act the part too."

Rolling his eyes, Lancer sardonically replied, "Yes, thank you my most gracious benefactor."

With a smirk Uriel answered, "No worries, now what should I call you then? For if I keep referring to you as Lancer I'd be giving away my status to other masters. Implying the fact that other servants don't notice you. Would you prefer another name or keep to these traditions?" He asked Lancer, wondering if he had a nickname go by or if he preferred to leave it as simply Lancer like previous Grail Wars.

"Call me a different class every time you refer to me vocally, so we can fuck with the others."

"Oh explicit language Lancer, I guess this is a situation for that yes. We'll indeed 'fuck' with the others." He said contently, as he tapped his foot on the cement sidewalk. "Anywhere else you wish to explore? If not perhaps the catacombs would be a good idea to head back to our cottage."

"Do you have any other bases in the area? I felt another servant in the area when we left. I don't think they found our base, but they definitely saw you leaving the woods." Lancer replied.

"I do indeed have another building which we can reside in, although it would be a shame if they discovered us there. It is such a nice beach house, a bit secluded like the cottage but a bit more noticeable."

Grinning in respnse, Lancer responded, "I knew you'd be a good partner, Uriel. Still, I think we should use the cottage, since only one servant is aware of our location as far as I can tell."

Nodding in confirmation with with Lancer, "Then lets take precautions and travel through the catacombs then, I don't want to risk revealing or base of we were detected by a another servant then"! He said with a sigh, tying the plastic bag which held Lancer's clothes before taking the long way back to the cottage. Travelling through the catacombs required a sewer with a manhole to be opened first before they could travel through the various tunnels. The catacombs and sewers presented many opportunities for one to get lost, though there was only one would lead back to the cottage. Thankfully, the path became easier to navigate with Lancer scouting out paths with his spirit form, and the pair returned to the cottage within a few hours. which both Lancer and Uriel took.

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@Pie Flavor
I leave the rest to you good sir. *Salute* Make it awkward.

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Catherine Delacroix

@Lost Cause

Catherine regretted ever informing the Mother Superior of her Command Seals. That had brought her nothing but months of pain, the like she hadn't felt since she began training as an Exorcist, fitting as it was the Church that had brought both hellish experiences onto her. Two representatives came to visit the monastery a week after her reveal, one from the Church and one from the Mage's Association. After confirming the stigmata and testing her powers, she was handed a papal bull, which ordered her to pursue the path of a master. she had nearly refused, until the mage gave her an offer she couldn't refuse, damn the slimy connard.

Now she stood in the middle of the convent's damnably drafty abandoned chapel calling forth some hero of yore, instead of reading to the orphans a story before bed like she had promised. Catherine slowly wheeled herself to the center of the chapel, to the center of the seal. Scowling, Catherine leaned down from her wheelchair, and placed the catalyst, a glass bottle with some indeterminable liquid sealed within, in the center of the of the summoning circle. Said circle took up the better of the church's floor, scarlet circles and runes covering every inch of the ground. Wheeling her self out of the seal, Catherine positioned herself in next to the entrance and in front of the seal Beginning the incantation, she could feel the alien burning sensation spreading through her body, wracking her with nearly unbearable pain. Nearly being the key word. If she had been a lesser woman, Catherine mused, she might have succumbed to the pain, but her will held fast, and she stoically continued the ritual.

"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.

Her mage tutor had been delighted when she had shown the small chapel to him, a natural leyline he had called it. She knew it as the place where a priest saw a vision of the Virgin Mary, and the cause of an uncomfortable burning sensation whenever Catherine walked past. Her tutor had then condescendingly told her that, "Even a fake like you could summon a decent Servant here." with a sneer.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.

The catalyst had come from the Church representative, from the relic coffers of the Vatican. An investment he had called it, she considered it a chain to the wretched institution. Just as the mage's gift was a pair of chains as well, given under the pretense of helping her.

In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

The begins glowing, and a sphere of light begins enveloping the chapel, blinding the nun as she continued weaving the summoning. The pain was burning now, and Catherine's arms were beginning to shake on the armrests of her wheelchair.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！""

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Lancer

@Pie Flavor

Lancer trailed behind his master in his spirit form as he made his way out of the forest. He paused however when he felt a presence arrive, another servant Lancer noted grimly. Standing still, he threw his spiritual form into the earth, and waited for the faint presence to leave. As he waited, he mused to himself, "An enemy, and so early as well. What class are they? An Assassin? No, their presence was more like his when we scaled the walls." Lancer grinned savagely as the presence finally left. Ghosting back up to the surface, he began floating towards his master, appearing by his side in an instant. "If the servant was who I thought it was, this is going to be an interesting war." Lancer thought as he looked back at the woods where the enemy servant disappeared, his grin still on his lips.

Turning around, he began admiring the strange buildings around him, his memories feeding him pieces of information on the purpose the buildings served. How strange it was, for the streets to be so bright at night. Even in his kingdom, walking in the city at night was a dangerous prospect. When his master finally entered the building, Lancer circled the building as a spirit, before slippping through the wall to stand follow his master through the store. Eyeing some of the strange new garments around him, his eye was drawn to a strange ensemble of a deep purple dress shirt, cream tie, smokey grey vest, slacks and black leather shoes, all clothed on a featureless mannequin next to the changing rooms. Studying the outfit with interest, he ghosted through the wall to stand behind his master, whom he saw enter a few minute later. As he entered, he noticed his master appeared to be mumbling to himself with a large bundle of clothes in his hands. Hearing him asking for Lancer to appear, Lancer stepped back into the corporeal world. Materializing, Lancer stood in the nude with his arms crossed his chest. His body was hairless, save small patch of blonde curls. His bare muscles rippled as he shifted his stance, before he cleared his throat to draw the other man's attention.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

@SmileyJaws
I'm still in, waiting for Ambrosia to post next.

Summer Secrets - Closed

So, how should I tie in the dead guy to the town?

Blackfield Supernatural Consulting

@LeonVon
Did you mean Adrian/Kennings when you said Lancer?

Summer Secrets - Closed

@The Muse
Is it alright if I add a picture of his car? Also, what's Millington's policy to homeless people?

Summer Secrets - Closed

Former HMCS(FMF)(SARC) Calvin Lewis

Name
Calvin Lewis
Birthday
12/6/1981
Age: 34
Appearance

Shirtless

Height: 6'4" (193.04 cm)
Weight: 260 lbs (117.934 kg)
Other prominent traits: Calvin's body is littered with pale scars of varying sizes and shapes. He also has a milky left eye, which he usually cover with an eyepatch.

Position
The family of one of Calvin's dead comrades lives in Millington, and Calvin has come to deliver a last gift from their dead son. Currently homeless, Calvin alternates between living in motels, his car, and public camping areas.

My Hider

A used 2005 Honda Odyssey.

School
No, joined the military at 18.

Occupation
Unemployed/Migrant worker/Temporary Hire/Busker/Scuba instructor

Personality
Calvin is a quiet, taciturn and melancholic soul. He often watches from the wings, only acting when prompted, or when completely necessary. The few times he feels at peace is when he is lost in work, or in a song while performing somewhere. He is also prone to use Navy and Marine slang in his speech, and is also prone to cursing casually.
Short Bio
Calvin was born on December 6, 1984, to a family with a tradition of Navy service in Maryland. The middle child of the family, he lived beneath the shadow of his older brother, ad enjoyed a slightly hostile relationship with his younger brother. Growing up, Calvin became deeply interested with service, but when high school came he didn't join JROTC, much to the dismay of his parents. They were further estranged when he joined the Navy out of high school as a hospital corpsman. Enraged, his parents disowned him, believing that he would rethink his actions and become an officer. What instead happened was a public shouting match, a physical confrontation with his older brother, and him turning his back on his family.

During basic training, he applied to the Special Operations Corpsman Program (SOCP), serving time in the Fleet Marine Force and as a Special Amphibious Reconnaissance Corpsmen (SARC). He served with Marine Force Reconnaissance, MARSOC, and other special forces as a combat medic and assisted in both diving and surface operations before being critically injured during a mission early in 2014. A piece of shrapnel nearly removed his left eye, blinding him and making Calvin unfit for service. That mission also saw the deaths of two of Calvin's squad mates. Two years later, Calvin found himself jobless and homeless, living out of his car, busking and working various jobs to make ends meet. He managed to patch his relationship with his younger brother, now his younger sister, but left Maryland for Oregon to fulfill a promise he had made to one of his old friends.

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A.I. Mates

@KatherinWinter
well, she is a celebrity, so she was probably hooked up with a couple "show" boyfriends for publicity.