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FGO Mats 2 has teased Roland.
I am Ready™ for Nasu to destroy my headcanon for the third timeno i'm not
Also I could write a short thingy, but ideally I'd like to see who all responds first.
I am Ready™ for Nasu to destroy my headcanon for the third timeno i'm not
Also I could write a short thingy, but ideally I'd like to see who all responds first.
In terms of how we're treating NPs, I'll advocate for Apo-style. Makes things more fun, and also like half the Servants on our team (and maybe the enemy team) have their NPs as their main armaments, so the mystery would be gone super fast.
Also gonna support Personal Skills being progressively revealed, since usually they're too generalized to make a super significant difference w/o other context clues (which themselves will probably take effort to acquire), or too specialized to the point you'd need to be familiar with their source material to 'get it'.
Also gonna support Personal Skills being progressively revealed, since usually they're too generalized to make a super significant difference w/o other context clues (which themselves will probably take effort to acquire), or too specialized to the point you'd need to be familiar with their source material to 'get it'.
There. Made for sure that nobody can complain about having nothing to do :v
Also because I forgot to include some folks
Interacting with: @Turboshitter Albert "Prince" Prelati, @VanceXentan Lancelot, @BubbleGumKing Medusa, @Loki Odinson Zhuge Liang, @Phase Transit Olyndicus
Also because I forgot to include some folks
Interacting with: @Turboshitter Albert "Prince" Prelati, @VanceXentan Lancelot, @BubbleGumKing Medusa, @Loki Odinson Zhuge Liang, @Phase Transit Olyndicus
Berserker
Interacting with: @Turboshitter Albert "Prince" Prelati, @VanceXentan Lancelot, @BubbleGumKing Medusa, @Loki Odinson Zhuge Liang, @Phase Transit Olyndicus
Fuyuki Hyatt
Everything was going according to plan.
Is what Berserker would be thinking, if she had thought of a plan. Thus far, she’d been playing this entire war by ear. Leave grand stratagems to generals in their tents; she was just the type of hero who fought when and where they were told, plus a few other places and times, too. Enduring and adapting had always been her specialty, and such a quality would be of great importance in a war of this nature. “You magi an-”
Immediately after stepping out into the night, Berserker paused. The sudden stillness from a Servant who’d been so active thus far was unexpected, but passed as quickly as it had come.
“-d your secrecy,” Berserker laughed as if nothing had happened. “Such a shame that the people will be unable to witness the majesty of Heroic Spirits.” She raised her arms in a ‘but what will you do’-shrug, and in acquiescence to her Master’s wish, she dematerialized her form, following after the magus like another one of his wraiths.
On the Road
Formalities were indeed saved for the road. On their way to the church, Berserker was audience to the exposition of Albert’s history and his capabilities. A fortunate occurrence it was that a first class magus had summoned her; the Berserker class was known for requiring the vast prana support to operate at peak efficiency. There was a peculiar tenseness regarding the former subject, but Berserker wouldn’t press. All men and women had things they’d wish to keep to themselves. She was no exception, so she would extend such a courtesy to her Master. There was little information from her side, unfortunately; her nature simply presumed that Albert would have known all that was necessary.
The rest of the time travelling was spent admiring the marvels of this modern world and bemoaning her lack of Rider classification. Her inability to ride the iron horse, the motorcycle, was an especially sore spot when she saw some of them streaking down the street.
Fuyuki Church
'What a humble little temple,' Berserker mentally commentated, 'I am used to the cathedrals of my land, but this simple church is fine t- Erm, Master, I am incorporeal. There is no need to hold the gate, as courteous as such an act is.' They had arrived at the church at last!
Unfortunately Berserker’s contention was contested quickly by a pair of observations that had soured her mood. First there was the fact that she had been barred from entrance - by a monk no less! Fortunately it was only a temporary measure; otherwise Berserker would have been more than a tad disappointed in the state of Christendom these days.
She suppressed a wry smirk at the sight of her Master’s silent command. Honorable as she was, she was no fool. She could ensure all the vital information was kept secret, surely. Probably. She decided to take that last comment as permission to manifest and interact with the gathered Servants, however.
'Hrmph. I am a defender of the faith, Master,' Berserker quipped across their connection. One could practically hear her indignant arm cross in response to Albert’s second command. 'You needn’t lecture me on battling upon holy ground.'
Once her Master had left, this led to the second observation that had troubled Berserker: none of the gathered Servants were doing anything. More importantly she wasn’t doing anything! What were they, Heroic Spirits or a bunch of courtiers waiting on their liege? Berserker frowned. ‘This just won’t do,’ she thought, crossing her arms and manifesting immediately.
“So, Mystery Servant (Lancelot),” Berserker drawled, leaning up against one of the pillars at the front of the church. “What brings you here to this war?” She glanced backwards into the treeline, looked to Lancelot, and thumbed behind her, “I doubt all these present Masters came unattended. Shall we set up an impromptu discourse of our own, and invite those lurking in the shadows? Simply standing around seems quite boring, non?”
At that moment, a message from her Master came into mind.
’Oh? Impressions on the Servants? None of them are very sporting. Civilities with fellow heroes seems to have become passe.’
There was a distinct pause.
’But, here’s what I know: there are three potent spiritual existences observing the church. I noted two earlier: one radiating a great deal of magical energy and the other skulking about without Presence Concealment. Caster for the former, I reckon. Likely not one of the knight classes for the latter, and assuredly not a Berserker lacking in subtlety.’
Somehow, that final statement seemed hollow coming from this particular Berserker.
’The other is a Servant using large-scale magecraft in the woods, but I cannot seem to sense their presence. A magically-inclined Assassin? A Caster with Presence Concealement? Who knows? They’ve compromised their concealment; even a non-magus Servant like myself can detect the flowing of prana with only the littlest degree of magical experience.’
Attunement to these types of things was a fortunate side-effect of being a spiritual existence. Berserker continued:
’The Servant at the door is inscrutable, but honorable. I would think one of the three knights by that alone. Clearly he thinks of himself as a tough sort, thinking he can play sentry against up to 13 enemies. Or perhaps he simply believes that others will pitch in should their Masters be threatened - a fair assumption, in my opinion. And then there are others likely skulking about, but they seem to be more subtle than the others. Is that a satisfactory analysis? If not, I may be able to improvise a gathering of heroes.’
Another pause, this time longer.
'Without recourse to violence, of course,' she amended, 'In fact, I shall seize the initiative!'
"GREETINGS LURKERS. CARE TO JOIN US?"
Interacting with: @Turboshitter Albert "Prince" Prelati, @VanceXentan Lancelot, @BubbleGumKing Medusa, @Loki Odinson Zhuge Liang, @Phase Transit Olyndicus
Fuyuki Hyatt
Everything was going according to plan.
Is what Berserker would be thinking, if she had thought of a plan. Thus far, she’d been playing this entire war by ear. Leave grand stratagems to generals in their tents; she was just the type of hero who fought when and where they were told, plus a few other places and times, too. Enduring and adapting had always been her specialty, and such a quality would be of great importance in a war of this nature. “You magi an-”
Immediately after stepping out into the night, Berserker paused. The sudden stillness from a Servant who’d been so active thus far was unexpected, but passed as quickly as it had come.
“-d your secrecy,” Berserker laughed as if nothing had happened. “Such a shame that the people will be unable to witness the majesty of Heroic Spirits.” She raised her arms in a ‘but what will you do’-shrug, and in acquiescence to her Master’s wish, she dematerialized her form, following after the magus like another one of his wraiths.
On the Road
Formalities were indeed saved for the road. On their way to the church, Berserker was audience to the exposition of Albert’s history and his capabilities. A fortunate occurrence it was that a first class magus had summoned her; the Berserker class was known for requiring the vast prana support to operate at peak efficiency. There was a peculiar tenseness regarding the former subject, but Berserker wouldn’t press. All men and women had things they’d wish to keep to themselves. She was no exception, so she would extend such a courtesy to her Master. There was little information from her side, unfortunately; her nature simply presumed that Albert would have known all that was necessary.
The rest of the time travelling was spent admiring the marvels of this modern world and bemoaning her lack of Rider classification. Her inability to ride the iron horse, the motorcycle, was an especially sore spot when she saw some of them streaking down the street.
Fuyuki Church
'What a humble little temple,' Berserker mentally commentated, 'I am used to the cathedrals of my land, but this simple church is fine t- Erm, Master, I am incorporeal. There is no need to hold the gate, as courteous as such an act is.' They had arrived at the church at last!
Unfortunately Berserker’s contention was contested quickly by a pair of observations that had soured her mood. First there was the fact that she had been barred from entrance - by a monk no less! Fortunately it was only a temporary measure; otherwise Berserker would have been more than a tad disappointed in the state of Christendom these days.
She suppressed a wry smirk at the sight of her Master’s silent command. Honorable as she was, she was no fool. She could ensure all the vital information was kept secret, surely. Probably. She decided to take that last comment as permission to manifest and interact with the gathered Servants, however.
'Hrmph. I am a defender of the faith, Master,' Berserker quipped across their connection. One could practically hear her indignant arm cross in response to Albert’s second command. 'You needn’t lecture me on battling upon holy ground.'
Once her Master had left, this led to the second observation that had troubled Berserker: none of the gathered Servants were doing anything. More importantly she wasn’t doing anything! What were they, Heroic Spirits or a bunch of courtiers waiting on their liege? Berserker frowned. ‘This just won’t do,’ she thought, crossing her arms and manifesting immediately.
“So, Mystery Servant (Lancelot),” Berserker drawled, leaning up against one of the pillars at the front of the church. “What brings you here to this war?” She glanced backwards into the treeline, looked to Lancelot, and thumbed behind her, “I doubt all these present Masters came unattended. Shall we set up an impromptu discourse of our own, and invite those lurking in the shadows? Simply standing around seems quite boring, non?”
At that moment, a message from her Master came into mind.
’Oh? Impressions on the Servants? None of them are very sporting. Civilities with fellow heroes seems to have become passe.’
There was a distinct pause.
’But, here’s what I know: there are three potent spiritual existences observing the church. I noted two earlier: one radiating a great deal of magical energy and the other skulking about without Presence Concealment. Caster for the former, I reckon. Likely not one of the knight classes for the latter, and assuredly not a Berserker lacking in subtlety.’
Somehow, that final statement seemed hollow coming from this particular Berserker.
’The other is a Servant using large-scale magecraft in the woods, but I cannot seem to sense their presence. A magically-inclined Assassin? A Caster with Presence Concealement? Who knows? They’ve compromised their concealment; even a non-magus Servant like myself can detect the flowing of prana with only the littlest degree of magical experience.’
Attunement to these types of things was a fortunate side-effect of being a spiritual existence. Berserker continued:
’The Servant at the door is inscrutable, but honorable. I would think one of the three knights by that alone. Clearly he thinks of himself as a tough sort, thinking he can play sentry against up to 13 enemies. Or perhaps he simply believes that others will pitch in should their Masters be threatened - a fair assumption, in my opinion. And then there are others likely skulking about, but they seem to be more subtle than the others. Is that a satisfactory analysis? If not, I may be able to improvise a gathering of heroes.’
Another pause, this time longer.
'Without recourse to violence, of course,' she amended, 'In fact, I shall seize the initiative!'
"GREETINGS LURKERS. CARE TO JOIN US?"
barging in and going "WASSUP BITCHES ROLAND IN THE HOUSE FITE ME IRL FGT"
*takes notes*
@vancexentan dw, I know. Mad Enhancement isn't active atm
Berserker
Interacting with: @Turboshitter
“Hah? No, the Grail granted me nothing of the sort, however inconvenient that truth may be,” Berserker huffed. She formed a particularly unamused expression to convey her indignance at being unaware of something that she was apparently expected to be knowledgeable on. Wounded her pride, it did. “...Anyway. Call me what you will,” she shrugged, followed by a dismissive wave of the hand. “I’m more interested in what could be so troublesome that we should be unable to do something so simple.” She stepped into the threshold of the room once more, interest piqued enough to stop her course.
She made her way back over to her Master, ensuring that she didn’t crush his honeycomb construct any further by gingerly skirting around the obstruction. Then, she fell back into the linen upholstery of the hotel armchair, threw her armored arms over their rests, and crossed her legs atop the matching ottoman. Her armor evaporated into little motes of prana, leaving only the wine-red coat beneath. “So what is it then?” she asked offhandedly, “I’m curious to hear what peculiar happening your spy is detecting.” Surely it would be something dire, but no doubt it was not anything outside of her ability to deal with.
Of course, Berserker was sorely disappointed when she heard his explanation. The dark-haired Frenchwoman inhaled sharply, mouth settling into a hard line. Leaning her head forward, she brought her hands together with a simple shift of her forearms, steepling them in front of her face as if to cover her mouth and prevent any foul utterances. Then she leaned back and directed the tips of her fingers towards Albert with a slow turn of her wrists. "Master,” she said with animated stoicism, “Do you not hear yourself? There is a gathering of Servants and Masters taking place, and you would choose camp out in the shadows?”
Berserker lifted a leg and kicked the ottoman forward, sending it into the opposite wall. At the same time, she slammed her hands on the armrests and forced herself to her feet, armor remanifesting around her. “Save the formalities for the road, Master,” Berserker grinned excitedly, a glint in her eyes that was quite befitting her class. She pointed to the door. “For we march! Let us meet these heroes wholeheartedly!”
The hero known as Roland began storming out of the room.
Interacting with: @Turboshitter
“Hah? No, the Grail granted me nothing of the sort, however inconvenient that truth may be,” Berserker huffed. She formed a particularly unamused expression to convey her indignance at being unaware of something that she was apparently expected to be knowledgeable on. Wounded her pride, it did. “...Anyway. Call me what you will,” she shrugged, followed by a dismissive wave of the hand. “I’m more interested in what could be so troublesome that we should be unable to do something so simple.” She stepped into the threshold of the room once more, interest piqued enough to stop her course.
She made her way back over to her Master, ensuring that she didn’t crush his honeycomb construct any further by gingerly skirting around the obstruction. Then, she fell back into the linen upholstery of the hotel armchair, threw her armored arms over their rests, and crossed her legs atop the matching ottoman. Her armor evaporated into little motes of prana, leaving only the wine-red coat beneath. “So what is it then?” she asked offhandedly, “I’m curious to hear what peculiar happening your spy is detecting.” Surely it would be something dire, but no doubt it was not anything outside of her ability to deal with.
Of course, Berserker was sorely disappointed when she heard his explanation. The dark-haired Frenchwoman inhaled sharply, mouth settling into a hard line. Leaning her head forward, she brought her hands together with a simple shift of her forearms, steepling them in front of her face as if to cover her mouth and prevent any foul utterances. Then she leaned back and directed the tips of her fingers towards Albert with a slow turn of her wrists. "Master,” she said with animated stoicism, “Do you not hear yourself? There is a gathering of Servants and Masters taking place, and you would choose camp out in the shadows?”
Berserker lifted a leg and kicked the ottoman forward, sending it into the opposite wall. At the same time, she slammed her hands on the armrests and forced herself to her feet, armor remanifesting around her. “Save the formalities for the road, Master,” Berserker grinned excitedly, a glint in her eyes that was quite befitting her class. She pointed to the door. “For we march! Let us meet these heroes wholeheartedly!”
The hero known as Roland began storming out of the room.
tbh if the guy you're talking about manages to draft up a sheet before me, I've no problem rescinding that Master spot. @vancexentan
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