Fish of Oblivion

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

tobiax said
Why say you that? I have nothing by which to evaluate said JesusDigitalMonster.

> overdesigned
> another fucking dragon
> probably going to be shoehorned into the new anime like gumdramon/arresterdramon was in Hunters
> WHY CAN'T I HOLD ALL THESE SWORDS
> another fucking dragon
> Jesumon. Really, Bandai, JESUmon? JESUS? Christ.
> translated profile implies it might be the leader despite Omegamon and Alphamon. muh marty stu
> DID I MENTION IT'S ANOTHER FUCKING DRAGON

2/10 whar my insect knight bandai

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

and its shit

gg bandai

g motherfucking g

banchos superior group

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Vincanity said
Dibs! When you see it, you'll know.

jesumon a shit

Digimon: The Convergence of the Human and Digital Worlds

Got into uni, found a Fate/stay night RP that's going strong, had Domino's Pizza for brunch.

bretty gud

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Gonna try post for Avenger soon, probably soon as I can get some more collab done with Tatsy.

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Annaliisa and Nemo, Apartment Building, Septum

"Face me."

One moment, Assassin had been sitting peacefully in his armchair, contentedly eating a burrito with his Master after their brief discussion.
The next, that armchair was on its back, knocked straight over whilst Assassin was crouched on the floor coughing like a madman.

“Fucking hell,” He spat in irritation as he finally hocked up the mixture of salsa and meat that had slipped down his windpipe in the moment he was jumped by surprise, climbing up to his feet and brushing the saliva away from his mouth and off of his clothes.

Meanwhile, Annaliisa was also bowled over, looking rather irritated as her burrito flew out of her hand.

“Well. That was just bloody rude.” She muttered as she stood up, brushing herself off. The blonde turned to Assassin, her face falling back into a mask of boredom. “So, you want to go face him, then?”

“At the very least, I’ll go stab him for ruining a perfectly good burrito,” Assassin muttered in an attempt to lighten the mood a little, before he shook his head and continued with- “I’ll go scout the area, see if I can find anything out. At the very least, I might be able to learn a thing or two about our opponents.”

Wiping the last flecks of saliva and chewed-up burrito from his clothing, Assassin stretched and began to head towards the door; before he paused and turned back to look at Annaliisa.

“Are you going to stay behind again, Master?”

“Nope.” Annaliisa replied as she checked her Mystic Code over for a moment before nodding to herself in satisfaction. “Coming with you. At the very least, I might get a good fight out of a magi there. Stick near me until we get close to our friend’s location. Then I’ll wait outside while you scout.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Assassin replied, simply nodding in affirmation before he seemed to dissolve into nothingness and become one with the shadows in the room.

Annaliisa walked out to the terrace of her apartment and leapt to the side, sliding down the drain until she hit the ground. Ignoring the incredulous stares of the people on the street, she started casually walking towards the origin of the magical signal.

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"Relative Safety"
Septum

---

It had been about fifteen minutes since they'd escaped from the Plagued Knight.

At the mouth of the alleyway a few miles east of the scene of the battle, at the very end of the complex of alleyways leading off from the one they'd entered, Beatrice slumped against the wall as she disengaged her reinforcements. Her lungs and circuits burnt as she took deep breaths, sweat tricking down her forehead.
"God FUCKING DAMN IT," She suddenly yelled out, her face flashing from tired to flat-out pissed off as she suddenly directed a punch at the floor of the alley; without her reinforcements, however, it was pointless. A moment passed and she just grunted to herself in frustration as she lifted up her hand from the floor, knuckles bruised and bloody from the force with which she'd brought it down upon the rough stone.

"Master..."

Saber shifted her unsteady gaze to her Master's bleeding hand with a concerned expression on her face. Instead of saying more, however, she slowly pulled herself to her feet and staggered to where her Master was slumped.

Rather than face Beatrice, Saber stared quietly upwards at the tiny fragment of sky visible from the alleyway. She felt a familiar tingling in the back of her head, and suddenly looked down at her Master in panic.

"We have to move, Master-" Before she could finish, however, Saber wavered on her feet and collapsed onto the ground next to Beatrice.

Beatrice hadn't been paying all that much attention to Saber before now; a look of frustration was clear on her face as she slumped against the wall in fatigue. Given her lack of speech, it was easy enough to assume she was frustrated with her Servant- but nonetheless, as the blonde took a tumble to the floor and laid collapsed next to her, she couldn't help but jolt upwards slightly from the sudden shock and turn her attention to Saber.

"For God's sake," She muttered to herself as she grabbed ahold of Saber's arm, pulling her up to her feet as she herself rose from her slump, reaching out another arm to stabilize the Servant as they went, "This was a goddamn disaster."

Her tone was harsh, and as before, it was easy enough to interpret as being directed towards Saber; but whatever the case, Beatrice didn't seem to dwell on it and instead just supported Saber as they left the alley. A slight increase in the prana drain from herself to Saber had appeared; and she didn't feel very reassured by that.

"Fuck it, let's go get something to eat," She said, seemingly oblivious to anything Saber did or said as they went.

---

Several minutes later

'...This sound is...?'

Saber's eyes fluttered open confusedly, causing her to wince in pain at the brightness of her surroundings. She paused, listening to her surroundings while she waited for her squinting eyes to adjust to the light. In the distance, she could hear the occasional clanking of china, accompanied by the noise of running water. A...kitchen? We must be home, Saber thought to herself. Just in time, she heard a familiar voice from directly beside her-

"Oh, you're awake now," A tired voice chipped in from off to the side, from a fuzzy figure with a red head, "You've been out for a while. Have a nice nap?"
The figure- no, Beatrice seemed to be holding a cup with a sweet-smelling brown liquid inside of it, her eyes and the way she was sitting in her chair making it plain that she was tired and annoyed.

Groaning and struggling into a more dignified sitting position, Saber took a dazed look at her Master and asks stupidly, "Are you...okay?"

"Totally fucking fine," Beatrice replied with a sigh, sarcasm blatant in her tone before she pressed on with- "Not sure about you, though. Whatever that son of a bitch back there was, fighting him must have taken a hell of a lot out of you."

Saber let out a sigh of relief, before dizzily looking around at what she had thought was her Master's home. Visibly confused, she drew her gaze unsteadily across the room and its occupants, momentarily unable to comprehend what she was seeing...

"...Master? Where are we...?"

"Well, after you collapsed, I dragged your ass to a cafe. Figured we could use something to eat." Beatrice said with a shrug, taking a swig of her drink before setting it back down on the table.
If Saber was to focus in on the surroundings, she'd see a very plain cafe; metal tables with wooden chairs, glass over an assortment of cakes and pastries, and a few people working away behind the counter. None of whom seemed fazed at all by the previously-unconscious girl in armour or the woman with the sheathed longsword and heavy packs.

"...I see."

Without saying another word, Beatrice made a gesture to a waitress who was making her way back to the counter after attending to another group of people; and sent her off to get Saber a glass of water a moment later.
"Once you've had the water, order whatever you want. Got enough money to cover anything here, don't worry about running me dry or anything."

".......I...see..."

Saber wavered slightly on her seat, foreshadowing what was about to happen for the third time that night. Then, this time noticeably more softly than before, she teetered over to her side, her head landing accurately onto her Master's lap. She had not fallen unconscious, rather she had fallen asleep sitting up.

Beatrice just stared at her Servant as she gave into exhaustion for the third time, and sighed as her head landed softly on her lap.
'Couldn't make it up if you tried,' she thought to herself, a slight red tint appearing on her cheeks as she just let the tired girl sleep, and as the waitress just quietly dropped off the glass of water at their table.

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Elsewhere, elsetime, elsewise

Across the vast expanse of the kaleidoscope, in a faraway land in a faraway time, the Dark-tainted Tyrant awoke.

How long had it been? How long since she last heeded the call of that accursed cup?

She surely thought she would have passed on by now; salvation was meaningless, and beyond her reach at that. Two wars had enlightened her to that much; the dark taint covering her now was all too much a token of that.
And yet, the light of the Grail beckoned to her once more; another fool desired the taint-filled cup, unknowing of how meaningless it was. Had that boy not succeeded in his mission? Had All The Evil Of The World triumphed in the end?

For a moment, the Dark-tained Tyrant sat in thought, upon her hill of death and desolation. Her eyes narrowed, squinted in the now-harsh light of the beckoning Grail.
She made her decision. It mattered not.

Ignoring the wound in her side and the hesitation in her soul, she rose and stepped into the cold light of summoning, to be born again into the modern age.
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Avenger, Septum

Within the shed, the blinding light of the circle gave way to a black light in the last moment of its existance; for a moment, the brilliance of the circle was swallowed up by purest black darkness, swallowing up what little light had been in the tiny wooden room before.
A cold air permeated the shed. A stench of death and metal crept out from the unseen circle of summoning, as the air twisted and turned, as something took form.
A sound of metal upon wood. A sound of breathing. A sound of metal scraping upon metal. A sound of cloth flapping in the wind.

And then the light cleared, and Vilka's Servant was beheld to her.

A blonde figure encased in dark steel, eyes covered by a visor. Cloth was equally swallowed up by the steel as the figure; and what was visible was eerily still and unflowing in the wind.

A few seconds passed as the figure stared at Vilka from behind its visor. A few seconds that felt like a creeping eternity. Its face never slipped from the impassive mask of an expression adourning it-

But then it shattered the sense of creeping eternity by opening its mouth.

"I ask of you. Are you my Master?" It- she, judging from the coldly feminine tone of its voice- asked, with no great deal of enthusiasm or feeling.

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New Servant, replacing Beast. No Master yet, pre-approved by Gnar, here she is:

Avenger

Class: Avenger

Master: ??????

Alias: [Undecided]

Height/Weight: 154 cm/ "42 kilograms. Is this supposed to be important?"

Appearance: "It has ceased to matter, swine."

Outfits: Depends on her Master. She does have a strange appreciation for Gothic Lolita clothing, however.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Parameters:
STR- A
END- A
AGI- C
MAG- A+
LUK- C

Personality: Once an idealist who strove for salvation, Avenger has since resigned herself to her fate. Elements of her idealism remain- she clings to her honour and nobility even in her current state, believing that she was not wrong to believe in those concepts and that it is her duty to her fallen people and comrades to uphold them- but her idealistic self has been largely lost in the stoic shell of the perfect warrior-king. Without a desire for the Grail, she sees herself as a simple tool to her Master and their goals, and holds no qualms about orders given to her. She respects virtue and determination, and honours and respects those who fought with her in life, but has come to believe such things are esoteric; a Hero's ideals are their own sacred affair, exclusive to them and separate from their duty and inevitable fate.

However, despite everything, Avenger's idealism remains within her at the core of her being. As a result, she is self-hating and full of anger; her idealistic is in conflict with the self that has abandoned that salvation, causing a deep emotional and moral conflict within her. Whilst she represses her self-hatred and rage, it will occasionally break out through a crack in her cold persona; and it passively manifests as a desire for her own destruction, itself manifesting as her self-destructive all-out style of fighting.

Class Skills:
Battle Continuation
-A: This level of Battle Continuation makes it possible to fight even with deadly injuries until their prana is exhausted and to remain alive so long as one does not receive a decisive fatal wound. Bonus Effect of gaining a high chance of escaping combat and reaching allied territory alive after being defeated.

Vindication (Boosts defenses and grants magical resistances and immunities based upon rank. The more damage done to the bearer, the more their resistances and stats are increased.)
- B: When damaged badly, but still capable of basic motor functions and movement, allows one to gain one rank in all stats. Grants resistances to poisons and some curses.

Personal Skills
Charisma
- E: The Servant takes naturally to command, but the morale of their followers will fall if they are not careful.

Magic Resistance
- B: Cancel spells with a chant below three verses. Even if targeted by High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals, it is difficult for her to be affected.

Instinct
- B: During battle one is able to always feel the optimal course. Visual and auditory obstacles are halved.

Prana Burst
-A: Increases attack power to the point where a normal weapon that is not on the level of a Divine Mystery can be destroyed in one solid blow. Raises defence several times over. Speed is be increased to allow high-speed movement. Prana expenditure is very efficient, and the Servant can maintain a high level of performance even throughout prolonged battles.

Noble Phantasms:
???????????????
Rank- ???
Type- ???

???????????????
Rank- ???
Type- ???

@Tatsy
Wanna collab a little later? Have Beatrice and Saber get to safety, or something?

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Is anyone here 'Alex Arnold'? Just got a Skype request, dunno if there's someone I don't know already.