"The Plagued Knight"
The words that the Lancer spoke echoed within the wretched knight's helmet, causing a loud laughter to burst from him. "A duel between you and I?! You, the most magnificent, the most powerful Servant here?! Hah, don't make me laugh girl, you and all others pale in comparison to them, for it is they who are the strongest Servant of them all!" As he spoke, the air around them grew foul with wretched diseases as fungus and other various dwellings began to grow upon the walls. Continuing his mad laugh... he grinned widely, before staring at Lancer with his piercing Green-eyes.
Finally... a worthy opponent. They wouldn't mind if I revealed myself and had a little fun now... would they...?
"I'm here for fun, and to test those who dare to enter the Holy Grail War... consider me a trial for you to overcome and test your mettle, woman," barked the knight as he took a large step forward and brought his sword down onto the ground to his side, causing the tip of it to drip acid onto the floor. "I don't care for such formalities... but, I want fun... and if by revealing myself will net me that fun, then I will gladly do so... You don't even have to tell me your name, for it wont matter. For you see, I am [______________________________]! Prepare yourself, wretched mortal, for the end is nigh!"
With those simple words, the Plagued Knight charged straight at Lancer with his mighty weapon held up high, more than ready to overpower her with his immense strength and size to boot.
The first true battle of the Holy Grail, had begun.
"Syndra"
Syndra just stared with a small smile at her silly Servant, before giggling like a child. "It would seem I have summoned quite the peculiar Servant... and a strange one at that," she hummed as she placed her hands behind her back and twirled a bit. "Well, like I said, I'm not big on becoming a protagonist... nor am I too sure if I'm cut out to actually killing people, but I wont let people simply push me around and steal my life without some fighting... um, speaking of which, Caster, what can you do?"
She then pointed towards the books that were taken from her just moments ago. "Do those have anything to do with your powers, by any chance? They sure did seem very important and powerful... unless you were exaggerating like all authors normally do when they write. I'd like to get to know you in and out as best as I can, to be honest before we make any serious plans."
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"Syndra"
The elven woman fell upon her bottom as the summoning circle burst with light and power, before her interesting Servant was immediately brought fourth and started rambling about some sort of story- no, that wasn't quite right at all. An epic did he say? Yeah, that was more accurate.
Forcing herself up unto her bare feet, she tilted her head as she examined her Servant and listened to his words... Surely she didn't botch the summoning, did she? Well, there were all kinds of spirits that she could have summoned from the axis of time, and to summon one with a few screws loose was only to be expected. Well, she couldn't really judge him, for she was said to have plenty of screw lose in her lifetime as well. So perhaps this pairing was perfect, in its own silly little twisted sense.
"I take it that you are a writer, then?" murmured Syndra as she walked towards her Servant and picked up the two books from his hands. "Based on how you speak, and your... interesting choice of words, you seem to have slight problem discerning fiction from reality." Examining the two books in her hands, she twitched her sharp elven ears subconsciously before directing her attention back towards her Servant. "My name is Syndra, by the way. I don't really have a last name, so I couldn't give you one even if you asked. I'd rather be your friend, than... well, your Master, since I don't like all those terms, and I also don't know how I feel being the protagonist of your story..."
"Don't get me wrong," the young woman began again as she held the books close to her chest, "having book written about me would be nice, but I don't see it selling anytime soon Mr... Oh, I've forgot to ask for your name. What shall I call you?"
"The Plagued Knight"
Materializing into the alleyway next to the clothing store where Michiko and Lancer were at, he grinned as he placed his hands upon the walls of the building. He could smell the fear and the dread emitting from someone inside. He could tell from his very fiber and being that there was another Master and Servant so close from the ones he had just faced moments ago; what a lucky night it has been.
Weeks have passed since his fruition into this world and all the while he has been denied the ability to hunt and kill; to spread his diseases and his plagues; to weed out the weak from the strong. Being denied that for so long... it was almost the same as if denying a lion from going out to hunt and eat for days on end, only to release it once it was starving.
That, was what this Servant was now; a starving beast craving and desiring battle.
Without a moment's hesitation, he clutched his gigantic weapon once again, and struck the wall separating Lancer and Michiko from him. His green eyes were illuminating through his darkly helmet, focused on the one who he was certain was the Master; Michiko. He snarled a bit before his sword began to coat itself in its grossly green aura once more, before giving off another blood-curdling laughter and proceeding to walk towards her.
The untamed beast was going to feed.
The elven woman fell upon her bottom as the summoning circle burst with light and power, before her interesting Servant was immediately brought fourth and started rambling about some sort of story- no, that wasn't quite right at all. An epic did he say? Yeah, that was more accurate.
Forcing herself up unto her bare feet, she tilted her head as she examined her Servant and listened to his words... Surely she didn't botch the summoning, did she? Well, there were all kinds of spirits that she could have summoned from the axis of time, and to summon one with a few screws loose was only to be expected. Well, she couldn't really judge him, for she was said to have plenty of screw lose in her lifetime as well. So perhaps this pairing was perfect, in its own silly little twisted sense.
"I take it that you are a writer, then?" murmured Syndra as she walked towards her Servant and picked up the two books from his hands. "Based on how you speak, and your... interesting choice of words, you seem to have slight problem discerning fiction from reality." Examining the two books in her hands, she twitched her sharp elven ears subconsciously before directing her attention back towards her Servant. "My name is Syndra, by the way. I don't really have a last name, so I couldn't give you one even if you asked. I'd rather be your friend, than... well, your Master, since I don't like all those terms, and I also don't know how I feel being the protagonist of your story..."
"Don't get me wrong," the young woman began again as she held the books close to her chest, "having book written about me would be nice, but I don't see it selling anytime soon Mr... Oh, I've forgot to ask for your name. What shall I call you?"
"The Plagued Knight"
Materializing into the alleyway next to the clothing store where Michiko and Lancer were at, he grinned as he placed his hands upon the walls of the building. He could smell the fear and the dread emitting from someone inside. He could tell from his very fiber and being that there was another Master and Servant so close from the ones he had just faced moments ago; what a lucky night it has been.
Weeks have passed since his fruition into this world and all the while he has been denied the ability to hunt and kill; to spread his diseases and his plagues; to weed out the weak from the strong. Being denied that for so long... it was almost the same as if denying a lion from going out to hunt and eat for days on end, only to release it once it was starving.
That, was what this Servant was now; a starving beast craving and desiring battle.
Without a moment's hesitation, he clutched his gigantic weapon once again, and struck the wall separating Lancer and Michiko from him. His green eyes were illuminating through his darkly helmet, focused on the one who he was certain was the Master; Michiko. He snarled a bit before his sword began to coat itself in its grossly green aura once more, before giving off another blood-curdling laughter and proceeding to walk towards her.
The untamed beast was going to feed.
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Every character will only have one Tengu at their disposal, anything more than that will strain their bodies just like in Akame Ga Kiru. As for reserving a manipulation type tengu, as of this time, I'm going to have to say no, since they're on a whole different level compared to the other ones.
It'll all come down to compatibility in terms of things.
It'll all come down to compatibility in terms of things.
"The Plagued Knight"
He watched with even more enthusiasm than before, watching as the petty Servant blocked his simple acidic attack with all of her strength, resulting in a hefty laugh from the atrocious knight. This was his purpose, his meaning in life. Since the moment he was born, this was his reason to live; to weed out the weak so that the strong may live. If his diseases were too strong and you died to them... well, the matter of fact is that you just weren't worthy enough to live. It never matters. You can struggle, you can fight, but if your life ends, then it just means you weren't strong enough. As the youngest of his siblings, he knew very well what his goal was; and that was to weed out the weak so that they may make their move.
He took a simple step forward, before he heard something tap his head. It felt as if a small rock was softly thrown at him, which confused him as to where it could have come from. Before he knew it, he realized that it was from the Servant's Master and her weapon. To any other Servant, it would have done something more, perhaps even stunned or dazed them. Giving off a laugh, the plagued knight simply walked forward and watched as the Master quickly carried her Servant into the nearby alleyway. He could have easily closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds- no, not even that. He could have thrown his sword, blocked their path, and crushed the Master's head before killing the Servant. He could have also just have leapt forward, brought his sword down, and cut the Masters arms off before proceeding to finish off the Servant and watch as the Master squirmed before killing her with his diseases.
Could have.
Instead, he grinned underneath his helmet and gave off another laugh filled with insanity, before piercing the edge of his blade into the ground. He just watched them as they left, showing that he allowed them to escape; despite the advantage he had. "Orders were to scout... cannot kill... They would be upset if I kill them before the battle begins..." Letting out another laugh, The knight proceeded to remove his sword from the ground, before walking towards a nearby wall and covering it with essences of his diseases... allowing it to spread over the nearby building like a fungus spreading over a ancient building. The infestation and diseases were a part of him, just as he was a part of them; it was just how things were. Marking his territory, he simply dematerialized before wondering off, hoping to find another source of entertainment sometime soon... and hoping that the two he spared would become more of a challenge for him in the future.
"A Greenhouse in the Forest Near Septum"
"Nana-nanana...Nana...nanana..." murmured the young elven girl as she calmly etched some ancient symbols over the center of the garden. This was new Syndra in terms of performing high-class magecraft, however, this was all that she really knew besides her natural healing abilities. Things were simple, and she always wondered why she has been having the desire to enter this war. Maybe it was because she felt duty-bound, or maybe it was because she had the chance to live a normal life? Whatever her true reasons were, Syndra wasn't really too sure of it, she only knew that she was set on entering the war, and that there was no backing out now that things have come this far.
After finished the symbols, and still barefoot, she walked out of the circle and held her hands to her chest before closing her eyes in thought one last, final time. Exhaling, she touched her left eye, covered in bandages, and decided that this was the right choice. Extending her left hand, and placing the other upon the center of her chest, she began chanting the incantations...
Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！
...and with that, the summoning of Servant Caster, had been completed.
He watched with even more enthusiasm than before, watching as the petty Servant blocked his simple acidic attack with all of her strength, resulting in a hefty laugh from the atrocious knight. This was his purpose, his meaning in life. Since the moment he was born, this was his reason to live; to weed out the weak so that the strong may live. If his diseases were too strong and you died to them... well, the matter of fact is that you just weren't worthy enough to live. It never matters. You can struggle, you can fight, but if your life ends, then it just means you weren't strong enough. As the youngest of his siblings, he knew very well what his goal was; and that was to weed out the weak so that they may make their move.
He took a simple step forward, before he heard something tap his head. It felt as if a small rock was softly thrown at him, which confused him as to where it could have come from. Before he knew it, he realized that it was from the Servant's Master and her weapon. To any other Servant, it would have done something more, perhaps even stunned or dazed them. Giving off a laugh, the plagued knight simply walked forward and watched as the Master quickly carried her Servant into the nearby alleyway. He could have easily closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds- no, not even that. He could have thrown his sword, blocked their path, and crushed the Master's head before killing the Servant. He could have also just have leapt forward, brought his sword down, and cut the Masters arms off before proceeding to finish off the Servant and watch as the Master squirmed before killing her with his diseases.
Could have.
Instead, he grinned underneath his helmet and gave off another laugh filled with insanity, before piercing the edge of his blade into the ground. He just watched them as they left, showing that he allowed them to escape; despite the advantage he had. "Orders were to scout... cannot kill... They would be upset if I kill them before the battle begins..." Letting out another laugh, The knight proceeded to remove his sword from the ground, before walking towards a nearby wall and covering it with essences of his diseases... allowing it to spread over the nearby building like a fungus spreading over a ancient building. The infestation and diseases were a part of him, just as he was a part of them; it was just how things were. Marking his territory, he simply dematerialized before wondering off, hoping to find another source of entertainment sometime soon... and hoping that the two he spared would become more of a challenge for him in the future.
"A Greenhouse in the Forest Near Septum"
"Nana-nanana...Nana...nanana..." murmured the young elven girl as she calmly etched some ancient symbols over the center of the garden. This was new Syndra in terms of performing high-class magecraft, however, this was all that she really knew besides her natural healing abilities. Things were simple, and she always wondered why she has been having the desire to enter this war. Maybe it was because she felt duty-bound, or maybe it was because she had the chance to live a normal life? Whatever her true reasons were, Syndra wasn't really too sure of it, she only knew that she was set on entering the war, and that there was no backing out now that things have come this far.
After finished the symbols, and still barefoot, she walked out of the circle and held her hands to her chest before closing her eyes in thought one last, final time. Exhaling, she touched her left eye, covered in bandages, and decided that this was the right choice. Extending her left hand, and placing the other upon the center of her chest, she began chanting the incantations...
Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！
...and with that, the summoning of Servant Caster, had been completed.
Hmm... Not a hero of concept, but you're on the right track!
"The Plagued Knight"
"FINALLY!" roars the disgusting knight as green saliva spews forth from his mouth and onto Saber, completely ignoring the blinding light before him. "I've been wanting a good challenge like this! Master said not to kill... but he'll forgive me once I prove to him if you're worthy opponents or not!" laughs the tyrannical thing as he forcefully holds his ground and begins pushing back Saber. His green smoldering eyes brimmer ever brightly, with his black tongue tracing his lips as the excitement of battle fills him. The thoughts of torturing and killing these two slowly... first the Master by infecting her with all kinds of sicknesses that would kill an elephant, the idea itself causing him to laugh louder and louder with madness, while the Servant watches. Then, the Servant while feasting on her pure body. Corrupting it with all the world's diseases would make for a perfect trophy that would indeed make his master proud.
"I'ma get you both, just you wait and see... They will be pleased to see how well I've done in not only scouting, but taking care of you weaklings!"
Leaping back and letting out another blood-curdling howl. the plagued-filled knight swung his sword... which immediately caused a form of liquid to spray towards the two. "Come on! Show me just how well you two work together!" roared the knight as the liquid began to touch the nearby walls... which immediately began to dissolve; it was clear that the liquid was some type of acid.
"FINALLY!" roars the disgusting knight as green saliva spews forth from his mouth and onto Saber, completely ignoring the blinding light before him. "I've been wanting a good challenge like this! Master said not to kill... but he'll forgive me once I prove to him if you're worthy opponents or not!" laughs the tyrannical thing as he forcefully holds his ground and begins pushing back Saber. His green smoldering eyes brimmer ever brightly, with his black tongue tracing his lips as the excitement of battle fills him. The thoughts of torturing and killing these two slowly... first the Master by infecting her with all kinds of sicknesses that would kill an elephant, the idea itself causing him to laugh louder and louder with madness, while the Servant watches. Then, the Servant while feasting on her pure body. Corrupting it with all the world's diseases would make for a perfect trophy that would indeed make his master proud.
"I'ma get you both, just you wait and see... They will be pleased to see how well I've done in not only scouting, but taking care of you weaklings!"
Leaping back and letting out another blood-curdling howl. the plagued-filled knight swung his sword... which immediately caused a form of liquid to spray towards the two. "Come on! Show me just how well you two work together!" roared the knight as the liquid began to touch the nearby walls... which immediately began to dissolve; it was clear that the liquid was some type of acid.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
NO KNIFE THROWING!
And sweet! You'd be more than welcome~!
And sweet! You'd be more than welcome~!
"Following Beatrice and Saber From Above"
Hungry... so... so hungry...
Thought the ghastly and disfigured looking knight as he followed the two as they left the shop. For a while, he continued to follow them without making any sort of needless action as to draw unwanted attention to himself. Though, the more he watched them, the more impatient and hungry he became. He couldn't help it. It was just who he was. His very being, his very existence for that matter was to corrupt, devour, conquer, and kill. That, is what this Servant's true purpose in life was. Growling through his disfigured, shark-like, and yellow teeth, the knight silently followed. He could remember his orders oh so very well by his Master.
"You may scout out the other Masters and Servants to see how they are, but you are by no means to kill them. Understood?" spoke the person before him when he was created. He could remember how mad he would have been were it anyone else giving him those orders. Heck, were it anyone else, he would have slain them there and inflicted all kinds of travesties upon their mangled flesh. However, this person was different. This was someone who he had all the respect for, and would die a hundred times for. So, he listened to the orders given to him despite how wrong they were and how silly they were against his very nature... his very fiber of his being.
Though, that was when he realized something. Materializing himself, the knight grinned with a sinister idea. His Master told him not to kill, but he never said that he couldn't have a little fun with those he scouted out. Focusing back onto the Master, he gripped the large blade dangling from his back with much enthusiasm, as a sudden vulgar and foul stench began enveloping the blade. A deathly green coated it, just before what looked like darkness itself began to pour from the eye-sockets of the helm and mouth of his helmet. Not only where they coming from there, but any other opening joint as well.
A blood-curdling laughter roared from the helm of the infested knight as jumped off the building and slid down it with his armored boots, before leaping directly at Beatrice; swinging his gigantic two-handed sword overhead onto her. He could sense and smell the Servant nearby; he was craving for a good fight and some time to kill and mess with his prey. If he had to beat this Master to an inch of her life to get the Servant to fight, then he'd do so if it meant for him to feed.
"The Chapel of Septum"
"Oh hey, our first guests... but damn, they actually look civilized," groans Kalameet as he stands up from the seat behind the altar and walks towards Regulus and Charlie. "So, I take it you two are here to get some information, or just to get yourselves properly introduced to The Overseer? Well, there's no need to, since I already know your names, I did send out the names, Mr. Simms, and... Beast, as you have been summoned," grinned the Overseer as he kicked his heel against the floor.
"You're being disrespectful to the holy chapel, again..." murmured the maiden.
"It doesn't matter much, it's just a building. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyway, I'm sorry for the delays in starting the war... been waiting on a few things-"
"He's lying by the way."
"-and I've just been wanting for things to be perfect is all. Anyway, now that you two have come all the out here to the middle of good o' Septum," Kalameet snapped his fingers, and as he did a tray of tea along with some small handheld cakes appeared, before gesturing them towards the duo, "would you like some refreshments?"
Hungry... so... so hungry...
Thought the ghastly and disfigured looking knight as he followed the two as they left the shop. For a while, he continued to follow them without making any sort of needless action as to draw unwanted attention to himself. Though, the more he watched them, the more impatient and hungry he became. He couldn't help it. It was just who he was. His very being, his very existence for that matter was to corrupt, devour, conquer, and kill. That, is what this Servant's true purpose in life was. Growling through his disfigured, shark-like, and yellow teeth, the knight silently followed. He could remember his orders oh so very well by his Master.
"You may scout out the other Masters and Servants to see how they are, but you are by no means to kill them. Understood?" spoke the person before him when he was created. He could remember how mad he would have been were it anyone else giving him those orders. Heck, were it anyone else, he would have slain them there and inflicted all kinds of travesties upon their mangled flesh. However, this person was different. This was someone who he had all the respect for, and would die a hundred times for. So, he listened to the orders given to him despite how wrong they were and how silly they were against his very nature... his very fiber of his being.
Though, that was when he realized something. Materializing himself, the knight grinned with a sinister idea. His Master told him not to kill, but he never said that he couldn't have a little fun with those he scouted out. Focusing back onto the Master, he gripped the large blade dangling from his back with much enthusiasm, as a sudden vulgar and foul stench began enveloping the blade. A deathly green coated it, just before what looked like darkness itself began to pour from the eye-sockets of the helm and mouth of his helmet. Not only where they coming from there, but any other opening joint as well.
A blood-curdling laughter roared from the helm of the infested knight as jumped off the building and slid down it with his armored boots, before leaping directly at Beatrice; swinging his gigantic two-handed sword overhead onto her. He could sense and smell the Servant nearby; he was craving for a good fight and some time to kill and mess with his prey. If he had to beat this Master to an inch of her life to get the Servant to fight, then he'd do so if it meant for him to feed.
"The Chapel of Septum"
"Oh hey, our first guests... but damn, they actually look civilized," groans Kalameet as he stands up from the seat behind the altar and walks towards Regulus and Charlie. "So, I take it you two are here to get some information, or just to get yourselves properly introduced to The Overseer? Well, there's no need to, since I already know your names, I did send out the names, Mr. Simms, and... Beast, as you have been summoned," grinned the Overseer as he kicked his heel against the floor.
"You're being disrespectful to the holy chapel, again..." murmured the maiden.
"It doesn't matter much, it's just a building. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyway, I'm sorry for the delays in starting the war... been waiting on a few things-"
"He's lying by the way."
"-and I've just been wanting for things to be perfect is all. Anyway, now that you two have come all the out here to the middle of good o' Septum," Kalameet snapped his fingers, and as he did a tray of tea along with some small handheld cakes appeared, before gesturing them towards the duo, "would you like some refreshments?"
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