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Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Edge of Shinto Town, Path to the Harbor

Amidst Broken Trees and The Sound of Thunder.

A blaze from below, a veritable feast of light and sound that drowned all other senses, followed by a force that carried her into the air against her will and a heat that seared the perfectly milky skin on her legs in erratic streaks of pink and red.

It was not enough to deter her frenzy, and as she was lifted Shuten swung her blade with every bit of power she could muster- towards that outstretched arm. Even a tiny nick from that sword would be enough, and she shifted her momentum forward with the force of her swing to scrape the very tip of the blade across the back of his hand- shearing through that gaudy gauntlet and drawing the barest hint of blood. "THERE WILL BE NO TRICKERY THIS TIME, SCION OF THE MINAMOTO!"

This was not enough for Berserker, she would not even reach the apex of her arc before she cancelled the rising momentum with another burst of mana. "NOW." She barreled through the air at mind-numbing speed just before she reached the intended ceiling of her climb, evading the bolts loosed in anticipation of it in the process... and right back into range of the Archer. "YOU." Her speed was better than his by such a factor as to render such pursuit child's play, and her fury allowed her to hold nothing back.

Again the blade would fall, to bisect cleanly of her hated foe from shoulder to hip. "DIE!" The shriek would easily cover up the sound of splitting bone.

@floodtalon

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Master of Gatekeeper

Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town

The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, At the Gates of Troy

Baba merely nodded along with the vulgar little horse-man. Of course everything he said stood to reason, the 'End Point' of Troilus' existence was decidedly underwhelming compared to any of Chiron's students. "It will be considered thorughly." Without anything else to add or contest in terms of his warning she merely turned away, back towards the discarded shell of the Great Black Lion.

"Come, Gatekeeper, Gin. We break for tea." She barked out almost like an order. Even with her soft disposition towards Troilus she would not show weakness in front of the others, at least not yet.

As she stepped towards the hulking shell of the karakuri its chest creaked open. Multiple layers of armor, driving springs, and guiding wires folding away in intricate manner to form a set of stairs up towards the opening, from what should have been entirely different components. As she ascended them they retreated, reforming the hull of the monstrous machine seamlessly, as if it had never been there to begin with.

When her voice returned it boomed like thunder, "Do watch your step." Earth shaking steps carried the literal ton of puppet and its little old lady cargo onward, to lead the way through ever-changing the city of peril.

@SSW@Cu Chulainn@Paradox Witch

Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts

Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, Boundaries Edge

Two steps into her little 'date', literally, and a glint of red lacquer in the distance caught her eye. "Darling, get down!" She said, betraying her usually hushed tone with an uncharacteristic urgency. She didn't give any time for him to comply either. A rough shove, human rough not servant rough, sent Ana sprawling back towards the clearing as Berserker raised her now free hand- body surging with an uptick of mana.

The impact was nothing short of incredible. A sound like thunder, a whirlwind of leaves, all but the stoutest of trees recoiling back as if in shock, and most curiously a sudden spattering of gore across the clearing- especially upon Shuten herself. Had her body not stood between her master and the contents of her freshly returned bowl the high-velocity viscera would almost certainly have killed him. For the Oni it was like a warm rain.

"Darling, it seems I've found my vessel. Please wait while I go and clean it." Her languorous tone returned, punctuated with a giggle and her tongue cleaning the warm blood from her lips.

As intriguing as the returned bowl was, it would not do to bring her master directly into the waiting maw of another. Besides, they were being watched already. Another throw, more of a toss really as far as Shuten was concerned, and the bowl went sailing through the trees again- handily shattering the Einzbern's familiar as it sailed through the forest to land in the waters of the harbor beyond.

Shuten followed shortly after, unburdened by her master and swifter than any wind. Swift enough to strip the vibrant red from her moon-pale flesh, and leave it far behind.

@Crusader Lord@Art of Fun

Edge of Shinto Town, Path to the Harbor

Amidst Broken Trees and Unborn Lightning.

She saw him on the path. That over-dressed dandy on his throne of tamed lightning. Her blood nearly boiled at the sight of it and the mana that comprised her body rose to a fevered surge. The bowl full of meat had been novel, intriguing, amusing even, until now. No, this was a grave insult, this was the worst possible sleight, the excavation of a grudge buried for a thousand years.

Raiko.

A shriek, the shriek of a demon raging in it's hell, pierced the night with a strength and fury that would split the lungs of any lesser creature. There was no trace of Shuten Douji, the oni who entertains the persona of an elegant yet indulgent maiden. There was only the king of mount Ooe, and her boundless rage at being cut down with vile trickery. "SCION OF THE COW! YOU WHO WOULD DISHONOR A PROUD KING OF THE ONI! UPON THE SOIL WHERE YOU STAND I WILL THROW A GRAND BANQUET OF DESTRUCTION! YOUR CORPSE SHALL BE THE SITE OF REVELRY UNBOUND!"

A hundred feet between them, but only one more step. Her bare toes dug into the ground so hard it trembled, and every ounce of power that deceptively tiny body could muster was released in a mighty lunge. An open hand closed around the hilt of an exquisite sword, wrought in gold and peerless steel, easily as big as the one holding it.

She would hear no answer to her fury. The second she closed the distance she would cut him down.

@Floodtalon

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts

Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, Edge of the Clearing

Berserker fell backwards as her master sprang up and landed flat on her back with a pout, displeased thoroughly with being so unceremoniously removed from her chair. It wasn't that he was particularly comfortable to lounge on, but it was the right of a king and the prerogative of a hedonist to use another's body as they pleased. Despite this she didn't spill a drop, her wrist was gyroscope steady and the red lacquer bowl stayed perfectly level throughout her trip through the air.

"Darling, you have the softest bones I've ever felt in my life... I don't think your skull is even hard enough to hold all the thoughts in your head." She sounded disappointed, genuinely rather than mockingly.

Without sitting up she threw the dish back again, finishing her sake and noisily licking her lips, and as was her way immediately began to pour anew. No sooner was the liquid past her lips than she raised her legs up, tucked her knees to her chest, and then threw herself back to her feet with a sudden kick forwards. Again nary a drop was spilled, and again she drained her vessel dry as she walked towards him again.

She stared into the empty bowl as she spoke, eyes following the last few drops at the very bottom as she slowly guided them in a circle with a subtle motion of the wrist. "I think it would be wise, no, absolutely necessary to toughen them up immediately if you want to keep up with the appetites of an Oni." Wistful, contemplative... Neither a particularly safe mood for an Oni to be in.

Her contemplations ended suddenly and in a cacophony, like a bolt of lightning from the blue. She threw the empty dish with every ounce of her strength, and it whizzed through the air audibly. Past Ana's face so close he would feel the shadow of death. Between the trees of their workshop and then through the forest itself- quite literally through parts of it by the sounds of crashing timbers as the bowl sliced clean through their trunks. Off into the distance towards... Town.

Her smile returned, bearing fangs, and with them a giggle. She hushed herself a second later and forced a look of mock surprise, placing a hand over her mouth to further insinuate shock. "Oh no, I've gotten all tipsy and dropped my favorite vessel... I can't possibly drink without it, so we had better go and get it yes?"

As she walked past him her arm linked with his, and her fingers laced betwixt his own with a strength that no human could ever pray to deny. "Come along now, Darling~!" She leaned against his shoulder, smiling up at him with laughter in her eyes while she more or less dragged him along the newly made path of fallen trees. Someone was eager to make up for lost time.

@Art of Fun

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Master of Gatekeeper

Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town

The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Central Keep

The second the bounded field was violated the wall above Baba's workbench let out a series of loud chimes and a flash of light erupted. Without ceasing the work of her hands, which were still working on the central gearbox for what would soon be a horse, head jerked upwards.

A mechanical facsimile of the multi layered fortress stuck out crudely from the surface of the wall- updating constantly with the position of her familiars, among other things. At the front gate of the simulacrum there was a bright glow, the detection of a powerful spiritual body. No doubt a servant had arrived, and with that the elderly magus stopped her work.

A quick pull of a lever, a flip of a switch, and another gearbox on the table whirled to life and set a wheel covered in tiny twinkling crystals spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Faster and faster as they began to twinkle and glow. The increasing revolutions and the twinkling of the lights formed a picture of the fortress from above, and as Baba punched in another switch that corresponded with the gate on the castle map the twinkling light show zoomed in until, clear as day, the image of Archer banging on the door was before both of them. Crackling, gritty, mechanical, his voice came through to the pair clear as day.

When she spoke into the projection device her voice boomed through the entirety of the fortress- cold and cruel with a mechanical backing. "Coming into another's territory uninvited eh? You've got a lot of nerve, that or you're wet behind the ears with a head full of nightsoil...." It wasn't the method of projecting her voice alone, the tone itself was completely unlike the way she spoke to Troilus.

The ballista bristling along the crenelations of the wall all swiveled about at behest of the puppets arming them, to face the unwelcome guest. "Go on then, let's hear it. Pique my interest."

{Discussion from here out will be carried over private channels so that the terms of any alliances formed are not public knowledge}

@SSW@Cu Chulainn@Paradox Witch

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Master of Gatekeeper

Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town

The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Central Keep

There was something of a long silence as the old lady contemplated the little one's questions. "I'm sure if your brother was summoned we will see him sooner or later. He'll want to stop by home for dinner won't he? And I'm sure he will be impressed with how big and strong you've gotten." It was much easier to indulge his naivety than explain that Hector would be, at least categorically, an enemy of the pair.

That was something she was still having trouble coming to terms with in the most general sense. She had summoned a child. A powerful spirit from the throne of heroes but none the less a child. He displayed crucial understanding of the situation on some levels but didn't seem to fully engage it as a reality, like it was all a big game.

Was everything she did from here forward an act of cruelty at the expense of childlike wonder?

Was there anything she could do to make him understand the situation fully without breaking his little heart?

Was she able to send him into battle knowing he could die?

Her face soured as she stared into the fire, before turning slowly again towards her servant. Perhaps this was all another cruelty of the gods, a final laugh in her face.

She cleared her throat before speaking again. "As for a horse..."Baba hopped out of her chair, quite literally since her little legs didn't reach the ground from the sitting position, and headed over towards the work bench she had set up on the far side of the room- braid dragging the ground after her. She had been inside the black lion for so long prior to the summons she had failed to realize how long her own hair had grown.

"I will make for you the most splendid horse you've ever seen my darling. None will compare." The smile crept back onto her face, and the laughter back into her voice. Then those gnarled old hands set to work with a rigor none could expect from an old hag.

@ssw

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts

Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, Center of the Summoning Circle

As her master's face lit up and he began to ramble on Berserker only smiled. He certainly was a chatterbox, that much was for certain. Still, that unabashed excitement and utter lack of fear was incredibly interesting. He may lack certain qualities that Berserker considered to be ideal in a companion that enthusiasm was certainly admirable... Though he was ignoring the most generous gift offered him in favor of prattling on.

As he continued to talk she nmerely shrugged and began to withdraw the offered sake, to partake of it herself, when he suddenly decided it would be prudent to accept the offer... and down it all in one go. She smiled as he tipped over and laughed when he hit the dirt face-first. "Fufufu... My master certainly is adorably naive, isn't he? To take so readily to the hospitality of a demon..."

She shifted her position, reclining back on her elbow now and resting her feet on the now floored Magus' back. "It's no good to be too eager, even if it's endearing... Still you make quite a first impression boy, even if your bones are too soft by half." Again as she spoke she poured, though there was no offer this time. She tilted the bowl back slowly as it met her lips draining it gradually to the last drop, a pace that exhibited no particular rush but also knew no hesitation or rest. This was her nature surmised in a simple gesture, to indulge leisurely but completely.

Only once it was empty did she speak again, though yet again as her mouth busied itself with words her hands busied themselves with pouring so that she might punctuate her speech properly. "I am most often called me Shuten Douji... You also may call me this. Am I to call you by your name or do you prefer Master? Lord? Darling? Husband perhaps?" It was hard to tell if she was mocking him, such a voice was made for things like flattery but the conveyance of sincerity was an afterthought at most.

When she finished her second bowl of sake she shook him, gently, with the sole of her foot on his back. "...Are you alright boy?" That almost condescendingly sweet voice didn't make her sound particularly concerned. Regardless of sincerity where concern was concerned his status as Master was clearly an afterthought.

@Art of Fun

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Master of Gatekeeper

Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town

The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Central Keep

The hulking figure stood atop the fortress tower was a mess of airy black silks under a wide brimmed hat, further obscured by the beaded fringe around its edges that hung halfway to the ground. Its sight unseeing gazed out over the manor below, and beyond that the stone maze that marked it's domain for over a mile in every direction. Three days, one could only imagine what would have been possible if they could have started sooner. Still, this was enough.

A single monstrous hand extended from under the amorphous mound of obscuring cloth, a giant mass of charcoal black, shiny and smoot with fresh lacquer, with its open palm turned skyward. No sooner had it opened than a wooden sparrow covered in brass feathers alighted upon its newfound perch, with dead eyes and a tiny sliver of inky paper for a tongue. A tongue that quickly began to unravel, inch after inch, foot after foot, a string of numbers and symbols- most black, some red, that denoted the familiars findings. Once the tape began to run blank the hand closed, crushing the little mechanical bird into little more than dust. A few brass feathers fluttered down towards the labyrinth below, thin as razors and lost on the wind.

Several stories below, in front of a roaring fireplace, sat a little old lady gray as could be in an arm chair that could easily fit three of her. In her lap, a wooden sparrow with little feathers of brass and a wooden crank on it's back. She closed her eyes, and in the back of her brain the familiar and comforting sound of wood thudding against wood echoed. One. Two. Three twists. The sparrow stirred to life before leaping airborn and darting out the window.

The old woman pointed a gnarled and knobby hand at the open window, in the sparrows wake. "Look at him go Gatekeeper, he's off to find you someone to play with." A rich and vibrant voice, full of jolly laughter. "Now be a dear and close the window for Baba, I've not been outside in so long I'm liable to catch cold."

Outside of...?

@ssw

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Mobile Fighter G(randma) Gundam

Name: Koume "Baba" Kurojishi

Title(s): The Lioness

Appearance: A little old lady, barely four feet tall due to the pronounced hunch in her back. She has rheumy eyes, three teeth, and ghost-white hair worn in a single braid that drags the ground for three feet behind her. She wears a white yukata with golden reeds along the bottom edge and a jet black lion on the back.

Gender: Female

Age: 213

Alignment: True Neutral

Rank: Pride

Objective for the Grail: Produce a viable heir.

Command Seal: Three interlocked gears.

Personality: A bitter and rotten old lady, the archetypal and dreaded cantankerous old hag to a T. She is reclusive and withdrawn, so extremely in fact that it has reached the point she literally spends most of her time inside of her favored puppet rather than interacting with the world. The only caveat to her outright refusal to even entertain the world at large is a profound kindness towards children, a remnant from certain inconsolable regrets.

Bio: The current acting matriarch and only surviving member of the Kurojishi family of magi,

The family lineage traces back to the 10th century, where the founder of the family was instructed in the arts of magecraft by one of the imperial Onmyouji who was in turn instructed by none other than Abe no Seimei. With these arts a lineage of yokai exterminators emerged, though no great heroes in any right. This tradition would carry on from generation to generation until such things were simply no longer enough of a problem to require dedicating the family's existence to them. From there they became withdrawn, masquerading in normal society as shrine keepers as they maintained their family's magic tradition.

In the seventeenth century, with the arrival of new technology from foreigners, a new magical foundation was born at the hands of the Kurojishi family. The creation and perfection of Karakuri as a foundation of magic became the sole focus of the family over the next few hundred years, however tragedy therein would doom the line.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The sound of a wooden peg being hammered in to place by a wooden mallet.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Wood

Magecraft:

Basics- Exactly what you would expect, things like self-reinforcement, the creation of bounded fields, scrying, and so on.

Spiritual Evocation- The summoning, binding, and manipulation of spirits. For the Kurojishi family this has been used primarily to bind wraiths to the physical forms of the various physical contraptions as a power source or to imbue them with certain natures.

Houjutsu- A widespread magic foundation encompassing divination, astrology, calendar making, fortune telling, exorcism, and the creation of Shikigami. Paper tags are often employed as talismans for these arts.

Karakuri- The creation of clockworks, usually from interlocking wooden parts with a driving spring. A normal karakuri is just that, a simple gadget that moves at the command of its assembly to repeat one exact action over and over until its driving spring wears out- though they have been used as everything from expensive complicated toys to automated assassination devices.

The karakuri created by experienced magi are complicated devices that bend the normal rules of physical interaction between components to achieve complicated modular tasks that would be absolutely impossible for their already impressive mundane counterparts. Functionally such they serve as something of a counterpart to the golem of kaballic tradition though it is a much much younger magical foundation.

This is the specialty of the Kurojishi family since the 17th century when they pioneered the craft and the current matriarch is arguably the absolute authority on the craft.

Crest: Instead of a crest the Kurojishi family has passed down their tradition through the inscribed wisdoms within a singular Karakuri that belongs to the head of the family, which has been in use for seven generations.

Weapon:

The Great Black Lion with Seven Heads- The Mystic Code that defines the Kurojishi family's labors as magi. A massive multi-layered charcoal black karakuri puppet in the shape of a man that stands eleven feet tall, constructed from the consecrated wood of an ancient shrine, hardened in the flames of the shrines destruction. Each of its limbs contains the wraith of a great priest who once presided over the shrine.

It is the functional proof of mastery that is wielded by the head of the family, and to become the new acting head control of it must be forcefully wrested away from the current master. At such time as a new master arises the old acting head is then entombed alive inside the puppet, to become one with it as their spirit is drained away to further reinforce its core. So far seven heads of the family have met this fate, hence its name.

The puppet consists of three layers which could be considered to each be a powerful Mystic Code in their own right, with each layer built to function as a natural boundary field. If a layer is cast off voluntarily it can be done in pieces and those pieces can be recalled as needed, dispelling and re-enabling the boundary field based on the completion of layers.

The Pelt- The hulking outer layer, as stated above it stands eleven feet tall, and is a thick armor. It wields a great kanabo that is almost its size again, crafted from the gate of the shrine. It is so expertly fitted and articulated that even in its most extreme and prolonged of motions it provides no gaps in its armor large enough for you to fit so much as a pin through. It is even more thoroughly reinforced than the rest of the puppet and while it bears numerous scars none are deep enough to glean the components beneath. It is something of a ponderous thing, owing to its bulk, but it is certainly faster than it appears.

The Flesh- The defining shape of the puppet, a seven and a half foot tall bipedal clockwork. It wields a katana five feet in length which is stored inside of the handle of the Kanabo that the Pelt wields. It is comparably lithe, though it has enough bulk to prevent any components to be exposed directly except near the joints- though all of its plates are slotted to allow opening as desired. While it has far less durability and armor than the Pelt, without its bulk it obtains a mind boggling speed, flexibility, and precision that no normal human could ever hope to match.

The Heart- A spindly series of twelve limbs sprouting from a central canister, each with a razor sharp grasping claw at the end and so many joints that they are omni-directional. Three of these limbs are packed into each of the four normal limbs of the Flesh to allow their movement. Originally this was where the previous head of house would be interred upon the transfer of power, but it has been modified from a coffin of certain death into a prolonged life support system.


Exceptional Benefit: Three days early summoning.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts

Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, center of the summoning circle

An offer of freedom accepted hastily and without second thought.

An eruption of light and sound amid the otherwise tranquil forest.

The aroma of ripened fruit, dripping fresh and gory.

The feeling of grass between the toes.

Oh such wonder to live again, such a feast of the senses already.

A... Child? Oh how peculiar.

Without even leaving the circle the servant seated herself, legs crossed, and immediately began to fiddle with the mouth of one of the many gourds that dangled heavily about her shoulders. A vulgar posture un-befitting of the beautiful form of a maiden, but perhaps not so shocking given those blood red horns.

Only after making herself comfortable did she speak, "So...You, a mere child, are my master? This is already so amusing." Her voice, soft and airy, quiet but heavy on the ear, it was certainly not the voice one would expect from her at first glance. Her questions where rhetorical. There was no eye contact nor apparent interest. Her focus didn't leave the vessel, which she had managed to uncork while she spoke.

She had existed in this world for less than a minute and already she was beginning to pour a drink. Not even so much as an introduction... Though she held the red lacquered bowl in her palm, now filled near to the brim with a clear liquid whose identity was betrayed by its aroma, out towards the boy.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker of Mount Ooe

Name: Shuten Douji



Title(s): Ibuki Douji, King of Mount Ooe

Class: Berserker

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: ????-995

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Personality: A soft spoken woman who maintains an elegant and welcoming manner. A demon who revels in the fires of destruction and eats humans alive. Shuten Douji is seemingly a paradox that extols the merit of beautiful things but engages in only baser and ugly ideas... But the reality of her existence is far more simple and consistent than it appears. She enjoys all things that she deems beautiful or entertaining and will destroy anything between herself and the enjoyment of them. A violent creature ruled by absolute decadence and hedonism who can be summed up simply by "As long as I am enjoying myself then everything is alright, isn't it?" Supposedly this too is why she answered the call of the grail.

Appearance: Short in stature and lithe of build. Her flesh is pale as the moonlight, except for the color in her cheeks and the red at the tips of her horns, and her hair as dark as the night sky. She drapes herself in an open Kimono that draws attention to her form rather than hiding it. Her shoulders are always heavy with the weight of numerous gourds and jugs filled with sake, and she is never seen without her red lacquered drinking vessel.

Bio: Some say she was the child of Yamata-no-Orochi and a witch that lived at the base of mount Ibuki, others that she was the bunrei of Kuzuryuu, though either way it is beyond dispute that she bears the blood of dragons and gods. Regardless of the nature of her birth she wandered aimlessly (and namelessly) through the countryside taking as she desired until she came upon the palace of Oni at Mount Ooe. Here the ruler of the palace, Ibaraki Douji, recognized her status and dubbed her "Ibuki Douji" as well as granting her equal ranks and privileges to herself. So it was that she took up residence on the mountain as its new king. The name "Shuten" (meaning little drunk) would come later, as her propensity to gorge on sake above and beyond even the other oni became known.

Revelry among oni-kind filled every hour. Should she ever want for anything, be it booze, meat, gold, women, men, or even more frivolous things like clay pots and paintings, Shuten and the oni at her command would descend upon Kiyoto and simply take it. When neither took her fancy there was a game of cat and mouse between the King of Mount Ooe and the little Golden Boy. Life had become paradise on earth, endless bliss day in and day out.

...Until a certain little golden boy came back home with his cow and ruined everything.

Parameters:

Strength: A*

Endurance: A

Agility: A

Mana: A*+

Luck: C

Mad Enhancement is factored in to base parameters above
A* represents a bonus rank that exceeds the lettered ranking system

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement B: All parameters are raised by one rank but sanity is forsaken, or so it should be. (Un)Fortunately by the standards of humanity an Oni's very state of being is profoundly mad from the outset and so there is no mental decay imposed by this skill.

Personal Skills:

The Scent of Alcoholic Fruit A: A skill derived from Fascination and Charisma, that combines both. A target can be made dead drunk from a sigh, a tone of voice, or even a gaze that possesses the aroma of tipsiness, similar to being enchanted. In the case of beings that do not have the means for magical defense (common people and animals), their thoughts end up melting in an instant in Shuten Douji's presence. Even in the case of Servants, her nature as a dragon can charm them if they have no way to defend against it. In the end, it is also possible to trick the target into Insanity.

Oni Kind A: A skill that represents the power of an Oni-Kind demon. A mix of several skills, such as Natural Monster, Charisma, Monstrous Strength, Mana Burst, and so on.

Battle Continuation A+: The ability for the continuation of combat. Combat is possible even after receiving a decisive fatal wound, even if her head is decapitated, as it is based on the folklore where she attacked Minamoto no Raikou.

Divinity C: One's aptitude as a divine spirit, as the child of Yamata no Orochi Shuten Douji is a demigod, however her nature as an oni reduces her inherent divinity.

(I know I am one over, but these are her canon skills. Will cut divinity if desired)

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Multitude of Colors
Title: Providential Oni Poison
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army Anti-Unit
Range: 1~50 1-2
Maximum Number of Targets: 100 1

Originally the poisonous sake drank by Shuten-douji because of Minamoto no Raikou and the Four Heavenly Kings, which lead to her downfall. Now that she became a Heroic Spirit, this poisoned sake has sublimated into the general existence of Shuten-douji. The “sake’s” single purpose to her is to pollute the surroundings with poison. By manipulating its concentration, she can bestow an absolute buffet of negative statuses. At a high enough concentration it decomposes all of the living body, leaving nothing but a few bones behind. The gourd for the sake, carried in a pouch, is said to be a cage to lock up her spoils and thus an object of fascination for Shuten-douji,

In this incarnation however, as a Berserker, this noble phantasm has been sealed into the form of her sword. While it can no longer be activated by invoking its name the blade itself once drawn forth from the gourd is constantly coated in the divine poison that can kill even gods, and its effects are the same. Don't lick it.

Name: My name is Ibuki Douji
Title: Bunrei of the Malevolent God
Rank: A
Type: Anti Army
Range: Self-50
Maximum Number of Targets: 8

The blood that runs through Shuten Douji's veins is indisputably that of a god, and as legends spin through time eternal the whispering of the masses accumulates upon them like so much moss. Such it is that even though Shuten herself makes no comment affirming her heritage it is believed thusly that she is the godsend of Yamata No Orochi, the eight headed divine dragon and in the throne of heroes it is made so.

With the spilling of that blood is unleashed its namesake. Erupting from her wounds in her flesh and and the gore spilled upon the ground in place of her own life blood are myriad fanged and venomous heads- fascimiles of the divine dragons own form made mannifest. Persistent and vicious they exist to kill all enemies, even to and beyond the last drop of her blood. Should her death come to pass then there would be nothing holding that exquisite blood in place, and the playful nature of the Oni would no longer bind the malevolent dragon to its whims.

Mobile Fighter G(randma) Gundam

Name: Koume "Baba" Kurojishi

Title(s): The Lioness

Appearance: A little old lady, barely four feet tall due to the pronounced hunch in her back. She has rheumy eyes, three teeth, and ghost-white hair worn in a single braid that drags the ground for three feet behind her. She wears a white yukata with golden reeds along the bottom edge and a jet black lion on the back.

Gender: Female

Age: 213

Alignment: True Neutral

Rank: Pride

Objective for the Grail: Produce a viable heir.

Command Seal: Three interlocked gears.

Personality: A bitter and rotten old lady, the archetypal and dreaded cantankerous old hag to a T. She is reclusive and withdrawn, so extremely in fact that it has reached the point she literally spends most of her time inside of her favored puppet rather than interacting with the world. The only caveat to her outright refusal to even entertain the world at large is a profound kindness towards children, a remnant from certain inconsolable regrets.

Bio: The current acting matriarch and only surviving member of the Kurojishi family of magi,

The family lineage traces back to the 10th century, where the founder of the family was instructed in the arts of magecraft by one of the imperial Onmyouji who was in turn instructed by none other than Abe no Seimei. With these arts a lineage of yokai exterminators emerged, though no great heroes in any right. This tradition would carry on from generation to generation until such things were simply no longer enough of a problem to require dedicating the family's existence to them. From there they became withdrawn, masquerading in normal society as shrine keepers as they maintained their family's magic tradition.

In the seventeenth century, with the arrival of new technology from foreigners, a new magical foundation was born at the hands of the Kurojishi family. The creation and perfection of Karakuri as a foundation of magic became the sole focus of the family over the next few hundred years, however tragedy therein would doom the line.

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Magic Circuit Switch: The sound of a wooden peg being hammered in to place by a wooden mallet.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Wood

Magecraft:

Basics- Exactly what you would expect, things like self-reinforcement, the creation of bounded fields, scrying, and so on.

Spiritual Evocation- The summoning, binding, and manipulation of spirits. For the Kurojishi family this has been used primarily to bind wraiths to the physical forms of the various physical contraptions as a power source or to imbue them with certain natures.

Houjutsu- A widespread magic foundation encompassing divination, astrology, calendar making, fortune telling, exorcism, and the creation of Shikigami. Paper tags are often employed as talismans for these arts.

Karakuri- The creation of clockworks, usually from interlocking wooden parts with a driving spring. A normal karakuri is just that, a simple gadget that moves at the command of its assembly to repeat one exact action over and over until its driving spring wears out- though they have been used as everything from expensive complicated toys to automated assassination devices.

The karakuri created by experienced magi are complicated devices that bend the normal rules of physical interaction between components to achieve complicated modular tasks that would be absolutely impossible for their already impressive mundane counterparts. Functionally such they serve as something of a counterpart to the golem of kaballic tradition though it is a much much younger magical foundation.

This is the specialty of the Kurojishi family since the 17th century when they pioneered the craft and the current matriarch is arguably the absolute authority on the craft.

Crest: Instead of a crest the Kurojishi family has passed down their tradition through the inscribed wisdoms within a singular Karakuri that belongs to the head of the family, which has been in use for seven generations.

Weapon:

The Great Black Lion with Seven Heads- The Mystic Code that defines the Kurojishi family's labors as magi. A massive multi-layered charcoal black karakuri puppet in the shape of a man that stands eleven feet tall, constructed from the consecrated wood of an ancient shrine, hardened in the flames of the shrines destruction. Each of its limbs contains the wraith of a great priest who once presided over the shrine.

It is the functional proof of mastery that is wielded by the head of the family, and to become the new acting head control of it must be forcefully wrested away from the current master. At such time as a new master arises the old acting head is then entombed alive inside the puppet, to become one with it as their spirit is drained away to further reinforce its core. So far seven heads of the family have met this fate, hence its name.

The puppet consists of three layers which could be considered to each be a powerful Mystic Code in their own right, with each layer built to function as a natural boundary field. If a layer is cast off voluntarily it can be done in pieces and those pieces can be recalled as needed, dispelling and re-enabling the boundary field based on the completion of layers.

The Pelt- The hulking outer layer, as stated above it stands eleven feet tall, and is a thick armor. It wields a great kanabo that is almost its size again, crafted from the gate of the shrine. It is so expertly fitted and articulated that even in its most extreme and prolonged of motions it provides no gaps in its armor large enough for you to fit so much as a pin through. It is even more thoroughly reinforced than the rest of the puppet and while it bears numerous scars none are deep enough to glean the components beneath. It is something of a ponderous thing, owing to its bulk, but it is certainly faster than it appears.

The Flesh- The defining shape of the puppet, a seven and a half foot tall bipedal clockwork. It wields a katana five feet in length which is stored inside of the handle of the Kanabo that the Pelt wields. It is comparably lithe, though it has enough bulk to prevent any components to be exposed directly except near the joints- though all of its plates are slotted to allow opening as desired. While it has far less durability and armor than the Pelt, without its bulk it obtains a mind boggling speed, flexibility, and precision that no normal human could ever hope to match.

The Heart- A spindly series of twelve limbs sprouting from a central canister, each with a razor sharp grasping claw at the end and so many joints that they are omni-directional. Three of these limbs are packed into each of the four normal limbs of the Flesh to allow their movement. Originally this was where the previous head of house would be interred upon the transfer of power, but it has been modified from a coffin of certain death into a prolonged life support system.

Exceptional Benefit: Three days early summoning.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Berserker of Mount Ooe

Name: Shuten Douji



Title(s): Ibuki Douji, King of Mount Ooe

Class: Berserker

Gender: Female

Birth and Death Dates: ????-995

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Personality: A soft spoken woman who maintains an elegant and welcoming manner. A demon who revels in the fires of destruction and eats humans alive. Shuten Douji is seemingly a paradox that extols the merit of beautiful things but engages in only baser and ugly ideas... But the reality of her existence is far more simple and consistent than it appears. She enjoys all things that she deems beautiful or entertaining and will destroy anything between herself and the enjoyment of them. A violent creature ruled by absolute decadence and hedonism who can be summed up simply by "As long as I am enjoying myself then everything is alright, isn't it?" Supposedly this too is why she answered the call of the grail.

Appearance: Short in stature and lithe of build. Her flesh is pale as the moonlight, except for the color in her cheeks and the red at the tips of her horns, and her hair as dark as the night sky. She drapes herself in an open Kimono that draws attention to her form rather than hiding it. Her shoulders are always heavy with the weight of numerous gourds and jugs filled with sake, and she is never seen without her red lacquered drinking vessel.

Bio: Some say she was the child of Yamata-no-Orochi and a witch that lived at the base of mount Ibuki, others that she was the bunrei of Kuzuryuu, though either way it is beyond dispute that she bears the blood of dragons and gods. Regardless of the nature of her birth she wandered aimlessly (and namelessly) through the countryside taking as she desired until she came upon the palace of Oni at Mount Ooe. Here the ruler of the palace, Ibaraki Douji, recognized her status and dubbed her "Ibuki Douji" as well as granting her equal ranks and privileges to herself. So it was that she took up residence on the mountain as its new king. The name "Shuten" (meaning little drunk) would come later, as her propensity to gorge on sake above and beyond even the other oni became known.

Revelry among oni-kind filled every hour. Should she ever want for anything, be it booze, meat, gold, women, men, or even more frivolous things like clay pots and paintings, Shuten and the oni at her command would descend upon Kiyoto and simply take it. When neither took her fancy there was a game of cat and mouse between the King of Mount Ooe and the little Golden Boy. Life had become paradise on earth, endless bliss day in and day out.

...Until a certain little golden boy came back home with his cow and ruined everything.

Parameters:

Strength: A*

Endurance: A

Agility: A

Mana: A*+

Luck: C

Mad Enhancement is factored in to base parameters above
A* represents a bonus rank that exceeds the lettered ranking system

Class Skills:

Mad Enhancement B: All parameters are raised by one rank but sanity is forsaken, or so it should be. (Un)Fortunately by the standards of humanity an Oni's very state of being is profoundly mad from the outset and so there is no mental decay imposed by this skill.

Personal Skills:

The Scent of Alcoholic Fruit A: A skill derived from Fascination and Charisma, that combines both. A target can be made dead drunk from a sigh, a tone of voice, or even a gaze that possesses the aroma of tipsiness, similar to being enchanted. In the case of beings that do not have the means for magical defense (common people and animals), their thoughts end up melting in an instant in Shuten Douji's presence. Even in the case of Servants, her nature as a dragon can charm them if they have no way to defend against it. In the end, it is also possible to trick the target into Insanity.

Oni Kind A: A skill that represents the power of an Oni-Kind demon. A mix of several skills, such as Natural Monster, Charisma, Monstrous Strength, Mana Burst, and so on.

Battle Continuation A+: The ability for the continuation of combat. Combat is possible even after receiving a decisive fatal wound, even if her head is decapitated, as it is based on the folklore where she attacked Minamoto no Raikou.

Divinity C: One's aptitude as a divine spirit, as the child of Yamata no Orochi Shuten Douji is a demigod, however her nature as an oni reduces her inherent divinity.

(I know I am one over, but these are her canon skills. Will cut divinity if desired)

Noble Phantasms:

Name: Multitude of Colors
Title: Providential Oni Poison
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Army Anti-Unit
Range: 1~50 1-2
Maximum Number of Targets: 100 1

Originally the poisonous sake drank by Shuten-douji because of Minamoto no Raikou and the Four Heavenly Kings, which lead to her downfall. Now that she became a Heroic Spirit, this poisoned sake has sublimated into the general existence of Shuten-douji. The “sake’s” single purpose to her is to pollute the surroundings with poison. By manipulating its concentration, she can bestow an absolute buffet of negative statuses. At a high enough concentration it decomposes all of the living body, leaving nothing but a few bones behind. The gourd for the sake, carried in a pouch, is said to be a cage to lock up her spoils and thus an object of fascination for Shuten-douji,

In this incarnation however, as a Berserker, this noble phantasm has been sealed into the form of her sword. While it can no longer be activated by invoking its name the blade itself once drawn forth from the gourd is constantly coated in the divine poison that can kill even gods, and its effects are the same. Don't lick it.

Name: My name is Ibuki Douji
Title: Bunrei of the Malevolent God
Rank: A
Type: Anti Army
Range: Self-50
Maximum Number of Targets: 8

The blood that runs through Shuten Douji's veins is indisputably that of a god, and as legends spin through time eternal the whispering of the masses accumulates upon them like so much moss. Such it is that even though Shuten herself makes no comment affirming her heritage it is believed thusly that she is the godsend of Yamata No Orochi, the eight headed divine dragon and in the throne of heroes it is made so.

With the spilling of that blood is unleashed its namesake. Erupting from her wounds in her flesh and and the gore spilled upon the ground in place of her own life blood are myriad fanged and venomous heads- fascimiles of the divine dragons own form made mannifest. Persistent and vicious they exist to kill all enemies, even to and beyond the last drop of her blood. Should her death come to pass then there would be nothing holding that exquisite blood in place, and the playful nature of the Oni would no longer bind the malevolent dragon to its whims.