Fish of Oblivion

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

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Slenderman4/Phish. My picture is Ilya, if that helps any.

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

"Fight or Flight"
Streets of Septum

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Beatrice froze in shock as Saber made her forceful proclamation; and as the previously-humble girl took on a resolute persona and called forth her Noble Phantasm, she stood dumbstruck for a moment.
She'd blocked that gigantic sword like it was nothing. With a goddamn FLAG of all things.
Holy shit.

Nonetheless, as adrenaline began to pump throughout her body, Beatrice's instinct kicked in; the Od fully ignited, and the element of earth empowered her body and reinforced it to its limit. Saber had the bastard covered, now if only she could find the Master-

"Master Beatrice! Please, stay behind me!"

Saber could not afford to be distracted, not against an opponent on this level, and especially not when she was so clearly outmatched. Now, she could sense that the mad knight in front of her was preparing some sort of attack, perhaps even a Noble Phantasm of his own. She stood carefully between Beatrice and their enemy, never letting her eyes leave her opponent, even for an instant.

'My enemy is clearly mad...are they Berserker? But, they still seem to be somewhat rational, so are they somethi-' Saber's train of thought was interrupted by her enemy, who leapt backwards with great speed. There was no time to waste, Saber did not want to risk turning her back to this enemy, so she was forced to draw her sword.

Suddenly, the enemy slashed towards them and a surge of prana erupted from the blade of their sword, flying towards them rapidly and melting everything it came into contact with. I have to act fast! In an instant, Saber's sword was in her hands and swathed with red-hot flames. She charged a large amount of prana into the blade and into her standard, and waited until the moment the enemy's attack was near before she slashing forth, colliding her own fiery prana burst into the enemies.

For a single, tension-filled moment, Saber wasn't sure that her attack was enough to throw off the enemies. When that moment ended, however, she lets out a breath of relief. Her attack had barely managed to deflect that of her enemy, leaving a torched and acrid spot on the pavement in front of her. Saber was panting, with sweat dripping down her face from the effort. There was a certain, desperate look in her eyes that showed clearly what she was thinking. It's not enough...I don't have enough energy!

And as Beatrice stood there, hopelessly outmatched and surrounded by destruction, she felt Saber's distress scream at her from across their link.
There was no way they could win this; the Servant before them was much too powerful for Saber to even sustain a defense against him, and the Master was nowhere to be seen whilst he had them both trapped. And as Saber's desperation raged across the link, Beatrice's own desperation grew to match it; if Saber was a straw house before a hurricane, she was a lamb straight to the slaughter. The Servant's attacks melted straight through stone and steel; she didn't want to think what it could do to her.

'No.' She thought to herself, adrenaline still raging through her system as her instinct began to fight back against her desperation, 'I'm not fucking dying here. Not here, not now, and certainly not to this piece of shit.'
She came to this War to fight; but this wasn't the fight she wanted. Treated like a trivial amusement by some hulking, toxic bastard and his cowardly Master. She refused to go down this way.

So, as Saber stood before the enemy Servant in futile defiance, Beatrice quickly turned her head about her; looking desperately for something that would help them.
And as the instinct for flight fully overtook the instinct to fight, she realized it.

Off to the side, just around ten meters away; a narrow alleyway too small for anything larger than a human to enter; whatever the hell the Servant was, he'd be hard-pressed to fit through the passage without waking half of Septum up in the resulting chaos.

The enemy Servant was preparing to attack again, and Saber couldn't stand against him. He wouldn't give them time to get into the alley.
So, realizing it was now or never, Beatrice decided it was time to try something really, really stupid.

She turned to face the enemy Servant. She quickly calculated. She grabbed the sheathed sword clipped to her waist. She aimed.
And the air around them exploded as blunt metal collided with the forehead of the enemy Servant at twice the speed of sound.

A crunch of metal told Beatrice that she'd hit her mark; and cutting straight through the sudden explosion of wind from the release of her weapon, she engaged her reinforced body with all the strength and stamina she could muster and rushed towards Saber at full speed.
"GOGOGOGOGOGO!" She yelled as loud as she could over the roaring winds, grabbing the Servant and taking her into a bridal carry as she rushed into the alley, a longsword dragging along behind them, pulled along by some invisible force as they went.

"M-Master?!" Saber cried out, as she was suddenly picked up and carried away. She caught on quickly, however, and surrendered herself with a blush to Beatrice's gentle hold.

Beatrice said nothing in return. She only ran, holding her depleted Saber close as she ran for their lives, as fast as her legs would carry them.

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

"Relocation"
Septum

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Saber blushed a little at her Master's comments, but her smile does not falter.

"That is...a relief."

She took one final look at the gloomy cellar, as if commiting it to memory, before walking towards the stairwell. Once she reached the foot of the stairs, she turned and asked, "Shall we leave, then?"

"Yeah, good idea. It smells in here," Beatrice replies offhandedly to her Servant as she finished packing up her things, as she made a quick decision; this still being a temporary workshop, she could stand to leave a few bags worth of equipment and supplies behind and come back for them later. With a mile or so between here and her hotel room, she would only take what was pressing. Namely, her jewels, her meat and the sheathed sword propped up against the table they were set down upon.
"Fair warning, Saber," She began, as she started to load up her bag with the stones and sausages, "Even if you're limited, you'd best keep focused on the way. I'll break any Magus who thinks they can get in a cheap shot, but Servants are another matter. If I die, I'm sending you a bill for it, straight from Hell."

Saber smiled at Beatrice comfortingly, "But of course, Master. I have pledged my sword to your name, for as long as we are together, I will never let anything harm you."

After this, something seemed to be bothering her. She didn't frown, but her smile seemed just a little less bright compared to before. She stood in front of the stairwell, pausing and quietly looking up it while she waited for her Master to finish packing; apparently deep in thought.

Beatrice, seemingly oblivious to the subtle shift in her Servant's mood, simply followed after Saber as she starts towards the stairs, hefting her bag and sword with seemingly no effort at all as she heads toward the exit.
In reality, however, the woman couldn't help but detect the Servant's mental gear shift; but rather than chase it up, she chooses to disregard it for now. Any more small talk can wait until they're back at the hotel, lest they give an opening to an enemy. She couldn't help but be curious about her Servant's lack of reaction to the casual blasphemy, however.

Saber follows the stairs upwards and into the dark of the Butcher's shop, carefully vigilant for any abnormalities in her surroundings. Even here, in what could be considered friendly territory, she would have to be especially careful for sneak attacks. Even with defensive spells in place, an Assassin would have no problem sneaking up on them...and with her weakened as she was, she wasn't sure that she would be able to protect her Master from multiple opponents.

The shop was deathly quiet, aside from the subtle sounds of her and her Master's breathing. Without speaking, the two of them carefully made their way out to the storefront.

Out into the cold night.
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Assassin/Nemo

Septum was quiet at night, Assassin observed as he moved quietly through the empty streets, undeterred by the cold breeze that swept across the city.
The silence was only broken by the occasional passing car, and the even more occasional passerby. Nobody paid him any mind; even with his Presence Concealment inactive, he would be unidentifiable as a Servant, indistinguishable from some nightowl with poor fashion sense.

He'd been gone for around half an hour since he had first been summoned; already, he'd covered a dozen or so miles of the city, committing the layout of the place to his Grail-enhanced sense of bearing as he dipped in and out of the shadows to put on bursts of speed; as he took up and down the buildings of the place to broaden his vision.

'This is what became of the world after the war, eh?' Assassin thought to himself from his vantage point, high atop one of the taller buildings in one of the residential areas of Septum; the cold wind blasting into him as he looked out over the vast cityscape in the distance.
Far away, lights beaconed out without fear; his senses could pick out the sounds of movement and commotion in the near-distance of the greater city, and a cursory glance found that those walking the city streets did so without apprehension. Compared to the time he had emerged from, there was nothing twisted, dark or impure about this place; it was as if he'd come to a land he would have dreamed of all those years ago.

Assassin paused, and thought; and thinking done, he took a seat and sat there for a while.
And he smiled softly as he looked out over the city.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

you have the time to breed 5iv pokemon without a 6iv ditto

so yes

git gud

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

>not having a 6iv ditto

tub pls

l2breed

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

Oi, Tatsy, wanna collab in a bit? Get Beatrice and Saber out of the shop and back home. And get her Alias'd up, I guess.

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

>not using a 6iv ditto to breed everything

tippity toppity kek

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

Assassin- Nemo

As the apartment room filled with light, all fell silent after the initial rush of air; and slowly, ever so slowly, the room seemed to drain of all feeling.
The light cleared, revealing fog and smoke billowing out from the spent magical circle; the warm glow of the circle was gone, with only a cold, dead dimness in its wake. Whatever light had been in the room before was now gone, undoubtedly snuffed out by the force of the ritual that had just taken place, as was the same with whatever had warmed it.
It was cold, dark and silent.

And then that cold, dark silence was shattered by the sudden sound of footsteps.
From the smoky fog created by the summoning, emerged a tall, gaunt man; clad head to toe in iron armour defined with all manner of scars, gashes and dents, soaked in a coppery sheen of blood. A helmet upon his head revealed his face; and a pair of piercing, icy blue eyes.
He stepped from the circle and the fog, the scarred armour not making so much as a sound as it glided fluidly over itself, and stared at Annaliisa for a single long moment.
The air around him was impregnable; he seemed more like a ghost or a phantom than a glorious spirit of old, with the only indication he was any more than a grim spectre the flow of prana now emerging between himself and the girl before him.

The moment passed. He stared.

And then he let out a deep sigh and waved his hand to disperse the fog.

"Are all these bloody special effects really necessary?" He asked in a deep, smooth voice, in a tone that seemed to convey sarcastic irritation of all things, a the dark atmosphere fading away in an instant as the fog seemed to dissolve into nothing, as he reached up to remove his helmet.
The man could now be seen to have a head of somewhat untidy black hair, not overgrown but simply unruly, and the imperceivable, phantom-esque aura that had hung about him just moments before was completely gone as he muttered something under his breath about 'magi' and 'theatrics'.

Another moment passed. The man tucked his helmet under his arm and, looking at the girl before him with some manner of interest, knelt before her in a display of fealty.
"I am Assassin, the Servant called by the Grail to act as your dagger in this coming war. I ask you thus; are you my Master?"
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Beatrice

Beatrice nodded to Saber as their contract was completed, withdrawing her hand and walking over to the other side of the room where her tools were located as her Servant pulled herself to her feet, missing the bow directed towards her as she went.
She hadn't bought a whole lot with her; just her catalyst, what she'd need to draw a summoning circle, and what she'd need if she bumped into a fellow Master on the way over. Hitches aside, the night had gone well; she wouldn't need to use Grasscutter tonight.
A shame, really. She'd hoped she might find at least one other Master to have some fun with before they summoned their Servant. Oh well.
too bad for them.

Whatever the case, it seemed as if she'd be bringing more back with her than what she came with; not only did she have Saber in tow, she'd helped herself to some of the packaged meat she'd found whilst preparing the cellar for the summoning. A simple spell would be enough to preserve it until she got back to the room and her cooler; and hey, it'd be great to have some half-decent food to cook when Saber and herself inevitably had to go stake a place out. Beat catching pigeons, anyway. Not enough meat on those little bastards for her taste.

It was then that Beatrice was distracted again from her train of thought by Saber; and as the Servant asked her if this was where she lived, Beatrice couldn't help but outright break into laughter.

"Oh, Saber, you are hopeless. No, this is my workshop. Not even my main one, even! Just set it up a few days ago so I'd have a place to summon a Servant in peace. I'm staying over the other end of town, though I'd be lying if I said that place was any tidier than this~!"

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

As her aria subsided and the green glow slowly began to faded from her Servant's body, Beatrice opened her eyes to look upon Saber once more. The young woman's wounds seemed to be fading at a stable rate along with the green glow, and Saber seemed to have the presence of mind to stop straining herself after giving a short apology.

For her part, Beatrice just gave the Servant of the Sword a soft smile and waited for the green light to fade. The girl seemed to dip back into silence after that, aside from the heavy pants of her laboured breath; the woman thought it would be inappropriate to say anything more right now. She'd have plenty of time to tease her later, after all.

At any rate, the healing was soon done; Saber's breath stabilized into a healthy flow, and with a sigh of relief thanked her Master for her efforts to help her.

"No problem, Saber. A Master has to be vigilant and alert at all times if they intend to support a hopeless Servant," Beatrice said, in the same tone as she had addressed Saber with before, simultaneously expressing care and teasing the Servant.

She couldn't quite make out whether or not Saber had heard her; it was quite possible the trauma of the last few minutes were still blurring her senses. Perhaps that was for the best, but Beatrice didn't quite get to dwell on that thought; almost immediately afterwards, Saber's expression changed from pleasant, if elated, to disconcerted, and then to apologetic.

"... Well, that's a problem," Beatrice muttered aloud as her Servant described the effects of the seemingly-botched summoning to her, shifting from the dual-prongued tone of before to a more sincere, troubled one. From what she'd heard of Servants, it was the matter of skills and their unique Noble Phantasms that could decide battles rather than the simple matter of raw parameters; if Saber had lost the use of her skills, she'd be at a heavy disadvantage to others who retained theirs. Her Noble Phantasms could potentially make up for that, but a loss of both skills and parameters made that seem unlikely.

'Hopeless indeed,' Beatrice thought to herself, crossing her arms and sighing as she began to ponder her options.

The sensible option, as far as she could discern, would be to sit out of the War for however long it took Saber to return to full strength. That had its own problems, however; they would still be in danger if they were targeted by a powerful Servant, and the recovery time could be extensive for a complicated being such as a Servant.
That and it would be totally BORING to sit out of the biggest battle royale on the face of the earth for god-knows how long. Beatrice pondered means of trying to advance the process; but as far as she could discern, these means would either deprive her and Saber of resources that could be better used later or were... well... she somehow doubted Saber would consent to that kind of thing, and she wouldn't waste a command seal on something so ridiculous. Even if Saber was kind of cute...
...
'Let's not think about this right now.' Beatrice thought to herself, a light red flush filling her cheeks before she was snapped back to attention by Saber continuing.

Oh, that was right. They hadn't properly formed the contract yet. That would certainly help; at the very least, the flow of prana would ensure the Servant's eventual recovery.

So, as Saber lifted herself from the table and knelt before her, Beatrice nodded to the girl and offered her her own hand as she spoke;

"Master, my Lady, do you accept my blade?"

And holding out her hand to Saber, Beatrice affirmed their contract in an authoritative tone;
"I, Beatrice Edelfelt, accept the fealty of Servant Saber. I place my fate in the balance of your blade as you place yours in the balance of our contract."

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds