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Student, RPer, videogame and anime fan, movie guy. Also memist, but that's par the course. In other words, your garden-variety nerd. Not much else to say, really.

Yeah, I'm a rather bogstandard individual, sue me.

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In Fate/High Rollers → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Fate/High Rollers → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll throw my hat into the ring, then.


In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
"Then, I'll leave the kid to you while I do so."

The man who had approached him and asked to prove their ways to the other two — he was a good person. That much was clear even to Saber, and that was enough to deem him "someone that could be trusted", and someone he felt sure to leave his Master with.

"I apologize, Master, but—"

His Father's voice only rose within him as he took a glance at the projection Orpheus had called forth.

"...That thing's not just any old Servant, barbarian or otherwise," He muttered, sword at the ready and shifting his gaze in the direction where its battle was taking place. "That thing is a "disaster". Diminished now, but a disaster all the same, and not something I can ignore or forgive. Sorry."

That much was certain. The creature that had once laid his Father and the other Olympians low was here, flaunting around the modern world without a care and attacking a peaceful gathering. A beast would always be a beast, and Olympus demanded its head.

To him, who was already angered by the display of barbarism in the face of a "truce", the Gods' indignation and the nature of the beast only further fueled his decision. At the very least, it would be a learning experience for the boy.

And so, he began to take his leave. The Archer that was fighting it hopefully would at least keep it preoccupied for long enough — even that creature should realize that others would be coming for her at this point, and even if she could deal with the Archer, the combined might of several Heroic Spirits bearing down upon her head would be enough to effortlessly crush her without a trace.

And then they could go back to more pleasant things, such as talking about kingship and enjoying the food and drink for what was sure to be one of the rare moments of peace in this War—

Only for yet more revelations to be sprung on them. The appearance of a new Caster was surprising — the nature of the fool calling himself by the name of his friend moreso.

In any other circumstance, Theseus could, would, have acted in order to correct that "mistake" immediately. Something that threatened the very foundations of the Grail War and their existences was doubtlessly more dangerous than petty squabbles.

But at this moment, in this juncture — he could not.

Was it the fact that he knew of the White Titan? No, if it was just that, he could have simply trusted the Archer and the barbarian with at the very least keeping it busy, then moved to eradicate the threat in front of him before hunting down and killing the beast.

Rather—

"To become someone who can make the people smile."


To make people smile.

So that nobody would have to cry.

He huffed — how irritating. Of course he had to have precisely that reason. Of course he had to be reminded of a certain time when—

"...So that was why? Life certainly dealt you a bad hand, I'll admit."

Taking another's name because your own was one synonymous with ruin. Discarding your own for such a dream. In a way, he could not say he did not understand. After all, no matter how many people his deeds through Attica saved. No matter how many of Athens' youngsters he protected by putting an end to Minos and that child. No matter how much good he did—

He cast a glance at the sword in his hand. Yeah, that was right.

The legend called "Theseus" was that of someone who always failed to save what was right in front of him and brought grief to those he cared for the most.

No matter how hard he tried, at the most critical moment, something he loved would slip right through his fingers like sand.

—But even so.

"That's no different than giving up, though, isn't it? Giving up on yourself because you "can't" and turning into someone else that "can" do what you want. If you do that before even starting, isn't that brittle imitation already like accepting defeat from the outset?"

Even if it was impossible. Even if it was a definition already carved into your Saint Graph. Even if it was an inescapable fate.

To be a hero is to scorn such things.

If the world says that you cannot save, if the world decrees that you can only ruin, if the world says that you are destined to lose something in order to gain something else.

"Changing yourself? That is a loser's answer. If you want to be a hero for others' sakes that badly, then go ahead at full blast and change the world instead."

Carve out an even more brilliant legend with your own two hands. And when those hands are tired and you want to stop, when you are hitting the limit, then clench them into fists, remember why you started down that path, and punch right through that limit.

After all—

"—Being a hero is about laughing and putting your life on the line to do cheesy stuff just like that."


And so, he took his leave — perhaps, indeed, leaving behind a much grander threat than he was seeking to confront. But even then, he could not bring himself to mind it.

"Figure things out and find your answer, I suppose. If you are still alive when I get back, I'll fight you then.

"But until that moment comes — sorry, everyone, but I'll be selfishly siding with my beliefs."

And then, without hesitating, he took off to the sky and then toward the White Titan, emboldened as he was by Orpheus' music.

@Over Illusion @Yankee @Aoko Aozaki
In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theseus

Homurahara Academy, King's Banquet


@yankee @Aoko Aozaki @phonic @reflection...[@Wine and Dine]

Looking down at the costumed man with profound pity, his gaze moved toward the one who claimed to be "Hercules", clearly disapproving.

To take on his name was one thing. To some degree, even if he found the idea of taking the "glory" associated with that man's name without having earned it distasteful, it was ultimately an act that would not have harmed anyone, and Heracles was one that could fight his own battles. Perhaps Saber would have challenged him in his place, considering that he had clearly not been summoned if the charade had been allowed to propagate for this long, but that would've been the end of that.

But endangering and abusing an innocent man for the simple purpose of showing off? He was not merely stealing that name — he was tarnishing it. And so, he spoke, words to challenge and condemn. If he wanted to be that titan so badly, he would give him a task at least worth the name.

"Why claim to be someone you are not—"

He began to speak, but he trailed off before he could complete it. His intuition kicked in, and he felt it before he saw it.

Indeed, as a demigod blessed from the moment of his birth, Saber possessed not only a strong body, but also inborn talents that already fell beyond the reach of most as a matter of course that had only been heightened throughout a storied lifetime. That he could not "see" the attack meant little to such intuition. There was "danger" aimed this way. That was enough.

The swirling torrent of magical energy was noted, his Master hurried to stand behind him as he took the sword in his hand.

...As it turned out, he needn't be so alarmed. Of course, Orpheus' intervention was as expected, and as effective as he remembered it to be from the days in that ship, so the "power" had already decreased enough that he felt confident that dealing with this kind of thing would be easy, and that did not even account for the actions that the other "kings" gathered here took in order to punctuate their own words.

It was a shame that of all the people here, he could only agree with one. At the very least the one to have posed the question also had a clear understanding of a king versus a petty despot — a tremendous relief. There was only so much nonsense he could take before simply leaving.

Regardless, their intervention made things easier. Between the Caster lowering its output, and then the barbarian thinning their numbers, Theseus simply stepped forward, in front of his Master and keeping an eye on the only other king here he could at least respect. Weak as they now were, there was no doubt that between all the abilities he had been blessed with, knocking them aside would be as easy as breathing.

"A Noble Phantasm, yes," He answered his Master's question without breaking his stride. "Whatever Servant launched it probably thought they could take advantage of this gathering to score as many kills as possible in one fell swoop."

Still, his annoyance simply increased, gaze sharpening. First the fool masquerading as a friend, now another barbarian in addition to the other two...

No, wait. At least the other two understood and respected Xenia to some extent. This one did not. So they clearly were an even greater savage. A brute-er. A barbarian squared.

There was the nature of those javelins, as well. Yes, "barbarian squared" was an appropriate appellation for whatever Servant had decided to launch them, but more than anything, Saber found himself vaguely intriged in addittion to revolted.

Because there was some form of "familiarity" there. The concept carried by the attack was obvious, but there was something deeper. The question then was—

He put his hand to his head, stumbling for a second, gaze unfocused.

"Something" slammed into him. Not words — nothing so civilized. A more apt term would be a ceaseless torrent.

For a second, the hero could not breathe. And then, it was gone, almost as if it had never been there at all.

But there was something "different".

"Master."

Theseus' voice had not changed from its usual candence, but there was an undercurrent of something that had not been there even when he had spoken with that barbaric king and his demands. Something that had been lacking even when he was speaking with the fool trying to appear as Heracles.

He turned to look at him and the difference was only ever clearer.

"I suggest that we immediately leave to hunt that Servant down. At the very least, not only have they interrupted a meeting, but they have used their Noble Phantasm, so that must mean they clearly desire a real battle, no? Let us give it to them."

They were not intended toward just the boy in front of him, but rather everyone who could be called an attendant to the banquet that dared to hear him. Regardless, without waiting for answers, Saber turned in the direction the Javelins had come from and began to move.

Sword in hand and fire in his eyes — Theseus no longer smiled.
In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theseus

Homurahara Academy, King’s Banquet


“Familiar, indeed.”

Saber’s words, whispered to his Master, were accompanied by a small smile — one different from those confident smirks he had shown him, or the bold grins he seemed so fond of sharing. Much like the sentence, it carried an edge of wistfulness, a faint nostalgia.

Even if many years passed between his time on that ship and the adventures of his later life — there was no doubt that the memory of those days would never fade. However, before he could call out to the musician…

It seemed that tonight’s host had a few choice words for those gathered here.

From an outside perspective, there would be no dramatic change of appearance — a smile remained on his face, his bearing still oozed confidence, and he seemed to take the other Servant’s frankly ridiculous demands in stride.

And yet, compared to the brightness he had shown his Master so far, the dark look he was shooting the one that proclaimed himself the greatest of them all was so different that one might think him another person entirely.

What a repulsive laugh. He gladly matched it with his own chuckle, though it certainly carried no humor behind it.

Yeah, just from those words alone, Saber already knew that him and that guy—

“Unfortunately, that would conflict with my goals as they are. That being said, if you want my head, you can come and take it if you can.

“It’ll be my pleasure to break your face when you do.”

—would absolutely never get along.

But Saber was no barbarian. He would not be the first to draw weapons and break hospitality — if the other Servant took offense and came to him, it would be another story, but as it was, he would leave the matter alone for now. Rather, another one of the guests seemingly sought to salvage the meeting from going to hell before it truly began, and so, posed the first real question of the night.

“...Hm. That’s a bit tough.”

Despite having become a “king”, Theseus had never thought much about the change, partly due to the heartache it had come with, partly because he simply saw it as an extension of responsibilities he had already taken on his shoulders the moment he had stepped out of Troezen and into Attica.

The burdens and responsibilities that came with the throne, the hopes and expectations that accompanied the crown, they were new in some ways, yet overall not too different from what he had already been doing to begin with.

Simply put, rather than “a king who was a hero”, he was “a hero who was a king”.

“I guess if I had to say, it’d be “answering”. People swear themselves to you, entrust their lives to you, and give their loyalty to you. In return, the king puts his own life on the line for them, watches over and nurtures and kingdom, and carries the burdens of its people without flinching.

“In the end, for me, it has always been about protecting what I wanted to protect. That has never once changed.”

@Yankee @Aoko Aozaki @ReallyDumb @Phonic [everyone-else-at-this-place]
In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theseus

Shinto Town, Jigen Saito’s Household


“Hm...The one near the mountain appeals to me more than the promise of battling a mad warrior,” He spoke simply. “Both of them will be frequented to be certain, but perhaps that one will be calmer than whatever parade to brutality that “strongest Berserker” and their Master will cook up. With that kind of confidence, I’d be surprised if it isn’t the first to turn into a disorganized melee.”

He made his observations while stroking his chin, looking on toward the other side of the river without giving much away. He turned toward his master, once again marveling at the comfort these “sweatpants” and the accompanying sneakers that had been provided.

Sadly, it appeared his frame was too much for most shirts, so they had to make do with what his master had called a tank top. At least this one was not torn to shreds every time Saber so much as moved his upper body.

Saber gave a confident smile.

“You handled yourself well on the bridge, and I agree with saying no to that particular magus for my own reasons — but do not be so quick in writing off all offers. For all you know, we may find someone that we can truly entrust our backs to. And if we make it to the end and I have to fight their Servant, so be it — I will be content if you remain unharmed, and someone that can stand alongside me must be strong, no? I’m sure it will be a battle worthy of song.”

He laughed, and it was perhaps in that laugh that the true difference in the values of the Servant and the Master — no matter how agreeable one found the other’s personality to be — could be found.

The premise of the Holy Grail War meant that any alliance made would have to be dissolved come the end. That was a truth that one had to accept from the outset if they desired the Grail. Saber had already decided that protecting the kid was a larger priority, but that did not mean he would simply roll over for someone else if the chance presented itself.

And, in his opinion, so long as the terms and conditions were made clear from the start, then that “end” could not be called betrayal. It was simply the nature of war — yesterday’s friend could be today’s enemy. Accept it for what it is and give them the respect they deserve as warriors.

“—Regardless, we should begin moving, indeed,” He picked up the pace, an all-too-eager smile on his face as he ran possible scenarios through his head. “I’m really interested in knowing if any familiar face is around, and we should avoid giving up the initiative considering our current situation. Staying in one place all night is not ideal, Master.”

Perhaps an easy enough fight — something to introduce his Master to the nature of the Holy Grail War, a small skirmish or somesuch, would be useful. Though he would not mind quiet nights, it was unlikely that such a thing would happen while this particular storm hovered over the city, and the sooner his Master understood what awaited them in the coming days, the better he would develop.

...Perhaps he should look into teaching him some self defense just in case. Well, he did invent a martial art, so passing it on should not be difficult.

Shinto Town, Leaving the Household => En route to the Banquet

@Yankee
In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theseus

Fuyuki Bridge, Heading to Miyama


Saber continued to smile — he seemed to do that a lot, almost as if he had learned to make the expression come as second nature. But in spite of such thing, it did not feel fake — which was likely the larger surprise.

“Good wishes — or rather, good heart, young man. But I’m not sure if a single person should decide to dictate the course of mankind even if it comes from a good place.”

There was nothing wrong in wishing and desiring for it, of course — he could understand that the notion of such reality would doubtlessly appeal to most, and it spoke of a sense of humanity by itself.

...But setting that aside, Saber was more bothered by the way the young man had talked about said wishes.

He lightly tapped his back (though really, by the standards of a human, it must have been quite the slap) and his eyes roamed to look past the masses, toward the river and the ocean beyond, wistfulness clearly apparent.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to help others, but you should think about what you want, as well. Half-hearted desires are worse than having no desires at all.”

That’s right. What matters is that you believe in the path you have chosen — parroting what you have heard and simply going with the flow lead nowhere in life. One must be decisive in following their heart.

Regardless of where that path leads, that is what it means to ‘live.’

“Ah, don’t worry too much about it. It’d be nice meeting him again, but to be quite honest, I don’t know if you could handle—”

He was, however, interrupted by the yelling of some girl, as others passed by him. Looking her way with a clearly puzzled glance, she approached, seemingly undaunted.

Another Master…? And she seemed to have no Servant nearby? Either she was very confident in her abilities or very thoughtless in her approach. There was the matter of some Assassin skulking around, or an Archer aiming from far away — but that would pose only a token threat to one like him at worst, and he was well-positioned to defend the kid if it came to that.

It was the middle of the day in a crowded, public place though. What kind of reckless maniac would attack here, violating the secrecy of the War and potentially putting many at risk? For that alone, he would give the benefit of the doubt.

“...Yes? Is there something you wanted?”

@Yankee @Crusader Lord
In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theseus

Fuyuki Bridge, Moving to Miyama


The man laughed boisterously, probably drawing the attention of passers-by as he walked with aplomb alongside his Master, utilizing the excuse of “being a themed wrestler” to the fullest in order to walk alongside the young man, at least until they acquired more proper clothing for the modern era.

“Worry not, kid, you are not as bad as you think,” He smiled. “And even if I were truly diminished, I would still be enough to take an army by myself! That is the kind of story I forged, after all.”

Yes, certainly Saber had been one of the great heroes of an age, so his confidence — while great — was not necessarily misplaced. A lesser one would certainly find him a wall nigh-impossible to overcome, and he was being honest when he said that the “loss” his Master had incurred was minor in the grand scheme of things.

Still, for all the boisterousness, he did keep an eye out — after all, he had already designated the youth as “someone that must be protected”, so it would be terribly remiss of him to simply forget about him moments afterward.

But at the same time, he was excited. After all, he had just heard something really interesting.

“Heracles, is it…?”

That titan who was worthy of being called the strongest. That invincible force of nature he had once sailed with in his younger years. That kind man that had developed Greece’s martial art alongside him.

...Who was having fun downtown if rumors were to be believed. Bench-pressing cars did not seem like his usual style — he was more the type to strangle a divine lion to death — but he supposed that one must make do with what they have in the modern age.

Still, he would have expected him to be more concerned about the supposed secrecy of the war, so…

Hm. Maybe the captain had also been summoned and dared him to do it. Those two were always close enough to goof around like that, and wouldn’t that be a sight? Argonauts, sailing together to victory once again.

But the hero simply shook his head and decided he would see it for himself. Nice as it would be to see old friends and even have a match with his cousin for old times’ sake, taking care of the kid took priority — which he would be unable to do if he got caught up in his memories of that voyage. So instead, turning toward the Master, he continued to smile in earnest.

“We will try our best,” He agreed diplomatically. “But, ah, don’t worry too much about my wish — it really is nothing special...rather, I’m interested in what you would ask for, should we win.”

He had not talked with his Master much beyond the basics, and the explanation regarding the Grail and the ritual was rather one-sided, so it was probably time to fix that.

@Yankee

Rahma Alinejad

Shinto Town, Café Oasis


Hands flying over ingredients, he still took moments out of preparing his brews in order to take a look at the special guest as well as Archer’s handling of the new clientele.

...Well, thankfully, it appeared that he had not summoned an oaf — and that quiet confidence of his would work well. At least people seemed to appreciate it so far, and anything that would bring more customers was welcome as far as he was concerned.

Judging from the amount of people, it looked like the opening day was shaping up to be satisfactory. Only time would tell if they would be consistent of course, but he would deliver the best service he could.

If they could not recognize that and still chose other places — well, he could fix many things, but not ‘clients do not have any sense of taste’. Alas. Work hard, Rahma, maybe one day you will achieve a miracle and show all of humanity the wonders of properly made traditional coffee.

Wouldn’t that be a sight.

His hands stilled, turning slightly to regard the other Master in the room, as she made her wishes known.

“...I cannot very well leave the place unattended considering the lack of staff as of the current time,” He replied professionally. “Not to mention, we do not do deliveries. If you place an order, we’ll have it ready on the dot for you, but you’ll have to claim it yourself.”

Yes, a perfect deflection considering current circumstances. It both clearly explained the services the establishment did and did not provide for the customer, and also cleanly deflected the fact that the invitation was the kind of clichéd pickup line people used on the good-looking waiter so many times it had gone out of style — come to think of it, considering Archer’s persona and looks, he would have to ask if he required such tricks of the trade after they closed up for the day.

Oh, right, also the ‘we are in a deathmatch and nominally enemies by nightfall’ thing. But that was honestly less concerning, all things considered.

“Ah, the mocha latte and strawberry shortcake for table five, ready!”

And so, he returned to more important matters.

@Senseless @Reflection

In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Theseus

Shinto Town, Canals


His Master was suitably impressed. Very good, it would not do to be called by a magus who saw him as only a tool to be wielded, or dismissed him out of hand.

He was willing to do many things, but the fact of the matter was that as a legend of man, Saber still had the ‘pride of a hero’. In that regard, they had started on the right foot, and for that alone, he would be willing to give his services to the boy before him.

That’s right, he would do so! Else his name wasn’t Sab—

…Huh?

Oh…oh dear, so it was like that?

Saber tried to find even the slightest inkling of deception, but the boy’s eyes told him he was being earnest, and genuinely confused about his statements thus far. And then, he was hit full force by the realization that he had been working under a terrible misunderstanding of the circumstances.

The one who had called him forth had not done so out of any intention to join a battle for a wish-granting device, but on pure accident. And now, he was likely to be targeted because of it, in spite of his own ignorance.

…He wanted to laugh, just a bit. If it wasn’t one thing that was the problem, another would rear is head. That was always the problem with him, no?

Go slay a monster, only for it to turn out to have been just a child. Find someone you love, only to lose them to your own stupidity.

Answer a call desiring to finally lay the past to rest, only succeed in bringing about new regrets. Perhaps that was just his fate — hadn’t the Oracle told his father he would die of grief should he be born?

“...I guess I’m just bad luck.” He let out a chuckle, arms folded as he looked at the confused Master.

If he had to guess, he was indeed as inexperienced as he looked, as well. That meant their chances only dwindled further. Saber’s own desire suddenly felt hopelessly out of reach. But even so…

His disposition changed.

To begin with, he had also been approaching this matter from the wrong starting point. He had thought he would be summoned by a proper magus who would have commanded and worked with him to obtain the Holy Grail, but much like this revelation would change how he had to approach the matter of the War, it also necessarily had to change how he approached the relationship.

He had not been called by a man seeking to trample over others for the sake of their wish — and that was what this ritual was at its core, no matter how noble the wish one fights for might be.

He had been called by someone on accident, who had gotten involved in this deathmatch and now Saber would be their lifeline.

Very well, then. He put aside the thoughts of his desired meetings, the disappointment that it would be unlikely that he saw them through and the heartache it brought.

Instead of a warrior answering the call for glory—

“Ah, my name’s actually not Saber. Athens’ Peerles Heroic King, the son of Poseidon, Theseus, at your service,” The smile turned into something far gentler compared to the boisterous smirk he had sported moments prior. “And I feel like we have a lot to talk about, Master.”

—He will once again be a hero for someone else’s sake.

@Yankee
In Fate/Lost Epoch → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Rahma Alinejad

Shinto Town, Café Oasis


It as a warm smile full of kindness and patience that he answered her request with. It was also completely fake, of course, but was that really such a terrible thing? People put on fake smiles every day to deal with whatever was at hand, so it was really only “expected”, wasn’t it?

“Of course, thank you for your kind words, right this way.”

He motioned for her to get in and take a seat at one of the tables still prepared, firmly planting himself on “no comment” territory when it came to any more than compliments to his store. It was the only way to win with customers like these.

“We also have cakes and such, but I will let you look at the menu to see if you are interested, for now…”

His hands practically flew over the ingredients with practiced ease and the flair of an expert, never once hesitating and picking exactly what he needed for the order. There was a sudden silence, only broken by the soft hum of of the man as he practiced his craft and the smile became ever so slightly more genuine.

Nine hundred years’ worth of generations of coffee makers, and in his case, two decades of personal experience added to such. Truly, he was a veteran of this battlefield.

And truly, he loved this part of the job.

As time passed, new people would start filling into the opened store and placing their own orders, but he was confident on Archer being able to handle that much — and he was probably a better fit for a waiter than him anyway.

But setting that aside, he finished both orders promptly and turned to the girl, carrying them on a tray and signed with their names as per specifications.

Yes, even the heart thing that made him want to drag customers over the counter and commit bloody murder.

“Miss Ariadne, your order. Enjoy your coffee, do not hesitate to ask if you want something else.”

@Senseless @Reflection
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