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Ishara





The green-haired noble gave a respectful nod to each of the other Fellows as she was introduced, though otherwise mentally took note of the others in turn.

Ukris' name and his father were indeed people she'd heard of before, or at least their names were not registering as 'alien' to her, and his hair was rather indicative of his status as being among a certain southern river-dwelling clan. He seemed to jovial sort that had been through some kind of rough-and-tumble given his prosthetic tooth. Perhaps a hard working sort of person? Though Sekhandur wouldn't have taken him in if he was lazy, that much she could glean about the noble son's demeanor already.

Mekhari and Djedhor were another story, however, as their appearance almost seemed twin-like in effect. Or rather, more like a pair of siblings from at least one similar parents. Perhaps it was the Aemeni blood they had that led to such a thought, however, but she'd most definitely heard of their houses to be frank. A more noble demeanor seemed to hang about them, and the polite nod was something to be expected in that case. Perhaps the type of people to hang around a 'prodigy' such as Sekhandur. She got the feeling there was more than met the eye, however, when it came to the two noble sons.

Then came the final member of the "Lion's Spirit", and seemingly the only other other girl than herself that was to be among these ranks. Her head was shaved and her petite frame seemed to speak of a fragility or sickliness, at least traditionally speaking, though her beauty was something to note. Yet despite the distinctly odd lack of introducing her 'pedigree' or family's relations to Photep, which drew Ishara's curiosity even further, the girl seemed to carry gentle eyes and a soft voice that matched her outward appearance. Something to both note, but also something to keep herself from falling into the trap of. Considering the girl was here and involved with these people, it was reasonable enough to assume she was a rather adept Noviate in her own right.

Though of course Sekhandur, as much as she had respect for his skills, would push out those assumptions as expected. More than expected, actually, as she'd have been more surprised without him sounding as he had been. Fit the stereotype of a noble and magic prodigy to a 'T', so incredibly so she rather unconsciously and unthinkingly took a mental note to keep an eye on the boy.

"I must confess, to be looked forward to so much by others is something I did not expect. Even so I am honored to be here, and to have been invited in the first place!" Ishara confessed as she took the offered seat, an ever so noticeable hint of sheepishness in her voice as she genuinely tried to come off somewhat humble despite her polite manner of speaking, "Though I am embarrassed to admit I have many a question, and am eager to get working with you all! I pray I will at least be a good, contributing member of this Fellowship of course."


The Castle





Safe to say, the nerves still seemed to run hot through her veins like a wildfire as the girl approached the castle. It had been a small journey of its own to get to the Castle, though for those days prior to even that she'd been busy preparing herself for it all. Not that her parents weren't nervous of their own accord in those days as well. Regardless, she'd been seen off by her family with a meal and packed lunch...a moving event for them all despite her promise to come back alive and as an adult. Because the truth was there was no guarantee that she'd be coming back alive, depending on how this all went.

...Even so, she had to go out there, she had to see it all. It was her selfish wish that she couldn't deny, even if the thought of doing so came to mind a few times before. It burned within her like the heat of the forge, and if she couldn't temper herself in this fire then what right did she have to be a great smith's daughter?

"You worry too much, young one."

The redhead, snapped out of her thoughts, glanced over to her side. Riding upon a ghostly stag was her Eidolon, or as the creature had introduced herself years ago: "Melu". Earlier the diminutive creature had conjured a great many to ride along with them, like a procession, but the idea of marching up to the castle with an army of child-sized creatures in procession was a bit 'much' for the girl's own tastes. Too flashy, or perhaps just too embarrassing outright. Either way, Melu had accommodated her with a chuckle before they got too close.

"Well, if I die then my family will be in hard times. It is a great honor to answer these summons to such a grand mission as well, so naturally I'd be nervous..."

The ghostly humanoid gave a chuckle.

"While reasonable concern is one thing, worry not about-...hmm?"

A flash of red, perhaps almost a glow when under the sunlight, seemed to dart about overhead in the sky. Then a loud caw.

"Seems another has spotted us," Melu commented with a slight smirk, "I shall go to welcome them in the meantime, as you head to the gate of course."

Leyann let out a small sigh. Not the first time Melu's whims would lead to something like this, but not the first time she'd probably land by her side again after a short jaunt. All the redhead could do was give a nod to the Eidolon, watching her dissipate the stag and conjure up a hawk to ride upon before Melu took off into the air towards the source of the cawing.

Meanwhile, as the girl looked to the approaching gates she noticed something odd. Or rather, perhaps to be expected. Another boy, about her age from her estimation, talking to a confused looking guard. Also some small hot rock looking Eidolon. Shuffling her pack to get more comfortable, spear and gear rattling slightly, Leyann ultimately walked up to the trio and gave a casual wave.

"Er, hello there! I am here to answer the king's summons, if I may so pass inside."

Izumi Yamamoto


Farmland Area, Fork in the Road





Well, Rider had just gotten a nice change of wardrobe! Very nice. It was at least one step in all of this, considering what her servant had to do to get to full power. Hmm. But this at least solved the first problem, and made him more usable to boot. If nothing else, having some kind of allies in all of this would be better than not. Better than getting shot in the face on first contact at least.

On the other hand, the master of Oda Nobunaga was not someone that seemed to be rather...acclimated? Acclimated. Not that she wasn't having to take this all in, but when it came to magecraft she was used to seeing oddities. Well, odd things kinda sorta like this. Maybe...ah, perhaps she shouldn't ponder on that too much.

[color=F1493]"I mean, you summoned quite the pick for someone who doesn't seem so acclimated to things like this, very tatcial,"[/color] the gun-toting girl said to Haru, giving a wink and putting her own arms behind her head in a causal manner, "But don't worry! If you need someone to walk ya' through the magecraft-y stuff, there's me too! And don't forget Rider here, he's got quite the punch once he gets rolling!"

She was confident in that much, though her gut feeling about Haru seemed to persist regardless. The woman didn't seem much on first impression, but maybe she just needed someone to show her the ropes? Like basics or something. Something like that. Probably would have time to talk about it later, though, given what was going on right now.




Minamoto no Tametomo





...Canceling the sound, eh? He couldn't hear a thing about them, but he still had his eyes on the situation without a doubt. Wasn't much of a surprise though. A musician was a musician, just like an oni was an oni. But that made it all the more exciting and challenging. However, he'd have to change things up a little bit in order to keep up with what was going on.

'If our opponent wants to strike up a tune to cut past the illusions, then let's give them a performance to match!'

As the Archer communicated to his masters, a certain glee tinting his tone somewhat as he made his move. The Saber before him charged forward at him again with another attack seemingly ready, but the Archer-class servant already had another attack and move readied. Leaping back off of the light-pole once more, as he'd done the first time, the servant made it seem as if he was leaping back to the next pole in turn.

'Wait for it...wait for it...now!'

This time the bowman unleashed three arrows at the same time at his opponent, timed to almost the moment he would have 'landed' on the next lamp post. Yet rather than land, he would ultimately narrowly overshoot the lamp post on purpose this time. A feint, in other words, timed to try to catch his opponent by surprise by barely overshooting the lamp post and unleashing an attack at an odd time. Even so, the servant would already be preparing his next shot by the time he would land on the ground a ways beyond the lamp post he had made it seem he was moving to.

Leyann



Leannah


Second Floor, Ruined Building (???), ???





Leannah found herself feeling a bit grateful for the current circumstances regardless. Donovan was a hard worker before, she could tell that much by the man's attitude and behavior so far. Something she definitely appreciated to be sure. Now that they were all armed, though, all that remained was seeing if the one above them would respond well once they could get up there to see them. She'd heard them come out of the tank, even the shuffling of the feet and such as the moved about. It was one thing she liked about her body...er, rather this new body of hers in this new life therein.

However, they still had to make some kind of battle plan to get out of here. If this was anything like 'those games', then some shambling disaster or magical experiment gone wrong or angry mimic could be lying somewhere. Only their immediate area had been guaranteed to be safe after all, and that much hadn't been lost on the woman.

With that in mind, she let out a small sigh and turned to Malphas and Donovan once more, hands on her hips as one hand also held her spear. She'd want to look at it more later after getting that information on it, but-...eh. One thing at a time here.

"Well, while they get working we probably need to get a working escape plan shaped up by the time we get our last group member down from there.

My initial thought is keeping us close, tight, and basically finding a vantage point to see where the exit is if we can. I could also hang at the front or back and keep my ears out, even, if that would be helpful.

What do you both think? Any ideas to toss in?"


Maybe they'd brainstorm something in time. Maybe not. She was hoping to not waste this new life in the first mere minutes and hours before getting ground to death by a giant walking millstone for all she knew.
@Ellipses Ok! Made a new Eidolon to replace Scrape. Sad he doesn't seem to much work, but i hope this other idea is more acceptable! Or at least more edit-able and such. XD
@Ellipses Hmm...any suggestion for changes to Scrape? Different appearance? Remove the reanimation thing? Etc.

EDIT: Will get some edits in tonmorrow anyways, though, just to be safe.
Ishara





Equinox seance? She knew about the existence of the Equinox in a general sense, at least in a general sense of changing seasons and ilk, but something seemed to be planned for that time. Something tied to perhaps why the Crimson King wasn't here? Yet even the Magistrate seemed to have no idea of why the king's absence was so this time. Though from the sounds of it, someone or someones had been sent out as well...but was it in relation to this Equinox seance or just something else? Hmm. It was all hard to tell, though Ishara mentally noted down the details as she listened in. Her self as a future Sorcerer was trying to make heads or tails as she ran over the words in her mind, repeating them over and over and emphasizing key words to remember and write the vital information in that down later.

However, as she took on a seemingly deep train of thought a hand on her shoulder made her almost jump as it swiftly stirred her back up to reality.

In fact, most surprising was who was talking to her. Sekhandur, scion to the House of Kain and her predecessor from Pesedjet. She'd oft heard herself being compared to the boy back in her classes, especially in either matching or coming close to his scores. Overall she had fallen within ten points of the boy, or at least that was as far as she'd heard her work praised. Of course as much as she'd heard the praise of his scores, so too had word of his character been passed down here and there by word of mouth. A prideful aristocrat, which was an understatement perhaps, who took a love of magic and ultimately ended up being chosen to be mentored by the White Seer himself.

Of course despite her initial confusion, the idea of being invited to a grand project led by some of her older peers was more than tantalizing. To be invited in by her seniors to join such a project and research was nothing short of fascinating to her as a mage, frankly speaking, and not something to turn down. Something about it felt almost 'off', admittedly, yet despite the gut instinct rearing its head the girl gave a formal smile and a graceful nod to Sekhandur after he finished.

This would be more work, but as she learned under Dagon it would behoove her to learn more about her peers. Had the man not advised her to make friends, seek peers, and such ilk? Those of her age group, including those who just went through commencement with her and came the year before, were prime ways to make good on that advice. Indeed, it did make sense to get to better know those she'd be working alongside in time-...hmm! Actually, that reminded her of something! That particular concept had come up the other night to her mind, and would be worth looking into when she could. Not that she might get to do anything right now, but she'd always been curious about that concept. Sun dials could track it, but what else could be done with it? So immaterial, and yet so vast-

Oh.

"I am honored to meet you, as well as receive such an invitation from you, Sehkandur," the girl said, her well-mannered voice ringing with honest tone, yet unwavering as it span such pride-feeding compliments as she humbly sought to respond as best she could in kind. Even her posture and behavior were fitting in how she held herself, holding up as always to that ever-present noble standard as befit the interaction, "Of course I would call my talents nothing so noteworthy. Yet even so...for them to be sought after for such pursuits in magic, I feel the honor is mine to be approached with such an opportunity. I shall humbly accept your invitation as such!"

@Heavy Snark Yo, would you like to make a first post with Archer? Due to some time constraints irl I had to get just a quick post up tonight for my servant.
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