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Aight, that should be it @vancexentan

Yes let's bring what is essentially a composition of 80,000 abandoned/aborted wraiths of children (which by themselves go against god, due to being undead), whom is also a serial killer (another nail in the coffin) and uses the name of the holy Mother in a blasphemous way to kill people but sure lets take Jack to Sunday school, even though her entire existance goes against the faith.

(doesn't help that Jack isn't one to make friends with anyone but their 'mother', though 'she is inclined to repay cruelty with cruelty and benevolence with benevolence.')


You see, this is why the church doesn't like abortion.

No ripping off Souren Araya, eh? That's fine. I'll see about hashing out the magic details after I finish some stuff off that needs attending to.

Also I just realized this means that an Irish Lancer is summoned by a teacher whose student is participating with a Greek Rider.

Funny how these things align.
Takumi Minamoto - Responder
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor


Takumi jumped a bit when the second, unused syringe was pressed into his hands, like it was a deadly allergen - which it was, in a way. He was well-acquainted with the function of intravenous red child cell suppressants (...and the gases...and the bullets…); though the only time he’d been on the receiving end of them was during the frequent check ups the coats in the Garden subjected him to. As a result, the application had been ingrained in body as well as mind. In that doctor’s voice, the applicable locations of insertion were mentally recited and methodically matched to locations on both the kakujas’ bodies: ’Eyes, nasal passage, oral lining, tongue, throat, reproductive tract, anal canal.’

He paused, then omitted the final two. How did the quote go? “Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful”? Having a needle shoved up his ass or worse was not Takumi’s idea of a fun time; he was a nose guy, personally. Casting aside that digression of thought, he planned a course of action best suited to neutralizing the threat of either of the two. When finished, he turned the syringe between his thumb and index finger, just as he turned to face Hana, fresh-faced and offering a drink of her strange potion.

“Erm, yeah. It’s definitely awesome. In a lot of ways.” He answered awkwardly, his heart going out to his fellow humans. He received the bottle in an odd two-handed grasp - his mangled hand serving as the base, and the hand holding the syringe serving as reinforcement so as not to drop the thing. He stared into its murky fluid, unsure of whether he should or shouldn’t drink it in spite of his wounded state. Like the Yakuza from the night before, he had made a point of ensuring he ate only those who deserved it like some kind of spirit made vengeful-by-proxy. It was only when Hana pointed out that she hadn’t figured out a way to preserve them that he resolved on trying to consume this concoction. A trembling, two-handed grasp brought the brew to his mouth - it was almost as if he’d been the one most heavily injured.

And then he drank.

Typically when eating a corpse or the flesh of a charitable human, Takumi had to fight back the urge to gag so ingrained in him by his time with the CCG. Despite compatibility issues, he felt more at home eating regular food; plus, the deliciousness of cannibalistic indulgence just made it feel all that much worse. “Uwuu…” he groaned, swallowing down the last bit, and watching his healing factor rapidly assert itself. He turned to Itsuki, deciding to answer his rhetorical question to the best of his abilities, as Hana was attending to her patient.

Takumi shrugged. “That’s not really my call to make,” he admitted, displaying the extent of his abilities to answer the question in a single sentence, “Actually- I think everyone, especially family, deserves a second chance. But in my experience, those don’t come easy; all actions demand karmic reparation.” He stretched his rapidly regenerating hand by closing and extending his fingers. “Ah, look at me. I must sound like a temple monk,” he laughed, “Well I’m pretty obviously a big softie, and not the one you’ve wronged, so how this karmic rebalance is gonna go is all up to onee-san!”

It seems the thought of it not being a possibility hadn’t even occurred to the jolly brunet.

“Anyway, I guess we should get to the bottom of all of this, huh?” Takumi turned to the teary-eyed kakuja girl, gesturing wildly with his hand, “You’re all good now, right? Everything intact-ish? Regen working well? Is it okay if I ask you a few question?” He spoke patiently; there was something in his voice that suggested a 911 responder speaking to a distraught victim. “You mentioned earlier that you didn’t come here for this.” He gestured to the wrecked room, “So what did you think you’d find here?” He steepled his fingers; it was clear that he was preparing to ask something a bit more troubling.

“And for the sake of everyone’s safety, how well can you keep your kakuja at bay? Things we ought to avoid, that kind of stuff? We’ve children here, after all.”
@GreyThe character would still be attached to Lancer. Are you saying you don't want to join up with eklipse?


OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT.

I am okay with this.

@Grey@Turboshitter@vancexentan Do any of you have a problem with me annexing Archer? If you do, please tell me because If not, I can work on an IC right now


Nope, no prob. Gopher it fam.

@1Charak2Jack can bond over killing people with Beserker. I'm sure they'd have a good time.

Ummmm... no? I highly doubt Roland would approve of Jack at all.


The next generation is the future of faith. So clearly we'll need to bring her to Sunday school.

Plus her Noble Phantasm already invokes the holy mother, she's basically there.
@Shadow Daedalus Fair enough. I wouldn't mind long wait times, but it's your Servant so it'd your call. Thanks for tellin' me.

That said...

@vancexentan Considering the sheet's tied to Turbo's, would it be cool to make a non-Master participant (i.e. Maiya-Kerry, Sola-Kayneth)? Or should I just not bother?
I'll get that up when my stupid groupmates stop letting me down >.>

So tonight, hopefully. It's mostly done, just gotta work out some mechanical wibbles.
Berserker
Interacting with: @Turboshitter Albert Prelati


“Bwahaha!” Berserker cackled, leaning back so quickly as to topple her own chair over, “That’s it! That’s exactly what this partnership needs! ” She then pushed her body forward in a motion evocative of a sit-up, lifting the back of the chair off the off of the wine-sodden carpet and ultimately setting the piece of furniture back on four legs. The pervasive atmosphere of pretense and artifice, up until then unnoticeable even by the paladin, had seemingly lifted with Albert’s insult with quite an ironic use of hell given its recipient.

“I guess this is a good time to tell you that I know about that cat you froze, huh?” Berserker teased, grinning wildly and pouring herself and her Master out another drink, “Well, it wouldn’t be the strangest thing I’ve seen magi do. Just clean up the mess, you know you're supposed to put food there right? She lifted it up. “To a long and fruitful partnership. Together may we keep this Holy Grail out of the hands of those Godless heathens.”

And speaking of Godless heathens, the undercurrent of the two-person party changed in an instant.

An eerie, pervasive silence settled over the Berserker. It was the kind of silence you hear in the calm just before the onset of war, comparable to Berserker’s earlier honorbound rage. But this was different, inherently so; it was not rage or sadness, nor excitement or dread. It was the reaction of a traveler on a long and familiar path: a frighteningly controlled, yet tired, focus. In her eyes, there was something that evoked an aged lion.

“A Saracen Assassin, you say?” The paladin gently, metronomically swirled the remaining alcohol in her drink. “I had expected such a thing; the Assassin Class is itself a catalyst for one of the Old Men of the Mount, but the reality of their heinousness is quite chilling indeed.” She took a drink calmly, then set the crystal down firmly and with finality. “They say mankind reaps what it sows; Assassin has sown death, so death he shall reap.”

Berserker stood from her seat and rolled her shoulders. “There is no glory in putting down an honorless dog, but the Lord calls on His flock to take upon themselves even the lowliest of action in service to their fellow man,” in an instant, she donned her armor, and body facing the window, fell to her knees in prayer.

“So I shall do this as I strive to do all things: In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost…” After forming the sign, she lifted her hands to the sky, the venerable Durendal manifesting atop it. Her words, spoken in an alien tongue - Latin, Hebrew, Enochian, it could have been anything for all Albert knew - cast the blade in a golden light. This litany continued for a time, until Berserker did the sign once more, and stood from her prayerful position, turning to Albert and say: “It is done. Now then M. Prelati, let us begin our inquisiton.” She threw Albert over her shoulder. “I’ll trust you to show me the way; leave the landing to me.”

Berserker jumped out of the already shattered window and into the Fuyuki skyline.
You could just make Pure Eyes unable to see through peoples' pasts. Thaumaturgical Resistance is one hell of a drug.

Also I had homework today but I realized I wasn't gonna finish it in time so I'm just gonna write a post instead because I need to write something anything other than literary analyses.
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