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6 yrs ago
Current You won't be laughing.
8 yrs ago
i have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.
9 yrs ago
Ocean Man, the crust of a tanned man imbibed by the sand. Soaking up the thirst of the land.
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9 yrs ago
Is my enemy's enemy my enemy, or my friend?

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You're really only here to stalk my shit, so just go ahead man. I can't really stop you.

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Sorry for the wait, a big ol' steaming pile of life can do things to you.
My character'll be going up sometime today.
Talking to people and pretending to be friendly is something that even Hercules could do. If he tried. REALLY REALLY HARD.
~Servant~
Rider grunted lightly upon hearing Corbet's nervous words spoken to him and shook his head a little bit. With one eye closed, another opened, and his legs kicked up as he leaned in his chair, he looked over at his Master. "This is how the Grail War goes. If you think this is ugly, you ain't seen nothing yet." Despite his nonchalant tone and apparent lack of care assigned to the situation, he was truly angry being where he was. He could feel the strain being put on the Grail trying to hold him here. As well as being quite irked watching the little smarmy prick trying to make a display of his Servant. The toothpick that had been swishing back and forth between Rider's teeth snapped in half in a spectacular way for a tiny bit of wood.

He removed the other half of the toothpick from the inside of his mouth and set it in his pocket. He quickly looked back at his Master again, deciding that even though he wasn't exactly the god of a Master that Rider was expecting he was definitely better than the git that was making a fool of himself.

~Master~
Though the very weirdly familiar (and somewhat clingy) way that the familiar was interacting with him somewhat confused Baraka, he decided that no actual harm was being done. He made his mind up to just play along with what she was saying until it was of any immediate threat to him or anyone else. He nodded calmly as he listened to her worry about the potential dangers of being so nonchalant in the presence of the enemy.

"Whilst I understand what you're saying, I'm completely aware of how dangerous it could be to simply laze about near the enemy. But I'm more worried about 'The God Among Men' up there. He seems to be quite unpredictable, and could possibly kill us both with little to no provocation." He pulled a book out from a pouch on his waist and began to idly flip between the pages to occupy himself as he waited for all of the rabble to settle themselves around him. As he did so, he began to ponder about what he could tell from what he saw looking at the other Servants and Masters. He was able to make a few conclusions here and there, but found that for the most part he couldn't gather much from just watching and observing.

"The best course of action might be to conduct some reconnaissance. Perhaps you could learn something about the enemy by infiltrating them." Baraka lightly whispered to his partner, eyes still trained on his book.
@6slyboy6
What kind of engineers would be important to the ship?
Enclave hype!
Interest is voiced!
I'll voice my interest.
~Servant~
Without particularly listening to Corbet, the man kicked back into a chair to relax. "I don't particularly care for the festivities, a bit too careful for my own good, I guess." He looked at his supposed Master with a slight squint, flicking the toothpick off to the side of his mouth.

"I'd rather not reveal my name in the open air. Simply refer to me as Rider around others." Rider scratched the back of his neck lightly where the hair was short. This Master didn't look particularly strong, but he'd learned long ago to not judge based on appearances. He just hoped dearly that he would gel well with him in combat. With a slight gesture, he motioned for his Master to seat himself next to him. It was a bit uncomfortable to just have him standing there as he lazed in a chair.

~Master~
As Baraka held his kneeling position, the only thing that went through his mind after being suddenly hugged by the spirit that he summoned from the circle before him was: Should I...hug back, or?

He decided that the best course of action was to say something first before moving, maybe to avoid wrath. "This, uh. This isn't the most formal meeting between Servant and Master, is it?" A slight chuckle ended off his sentence, deciding that it was best to stay in good graces over it despite how weird the situation itself was. However, the scene was cut slightly short by a sudden change of scenery. Into the floating castle pioneered by Gilgamesh, the god among men as it were.

Despite the condescending tone coming from Gilgamesh, his appearance excited Baraka. He simply oozed mystery and magic from his essence and no matter how terrible of a being he was, his existence was a testament to that which the young magus stood for. Deciding that it was worth it to sit down and enjoy the feast. He motioned for the Spirit he summoned to sit next to him so that they might converse a bit as the fest went on, hopefully to figure out why what had happened prior to them being summoned to the castle happened.
@KabenSaal
It's a bit preposterous to think that the Servant to trump all Servants wouldn't be prepared for someone trying to destroy his throne, in my eyes.
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