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Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

So, anyone here playing Fire Emblem Heroes?

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

Prof. Sosthenes Antaeoi Kanakaris
Mizushima Household, 2:06AM
Interacting with: @Eklispe Cu Chulainn, @Turboshitter Ren Mizushima, @1Charak2 Medusa

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It was Sosthenes' understanding that the appropriate reaction to this turn of events was "s", "m", and "h" in respective succession. While he did not know what this acronym stood for, he understood the meaning behind it roughly. It was disappointment, it was consternation, it was that disgruntled sense of having witnessed something that was cause for an exasperated shake of the head. Four years since he had stepped foot in this town, four years since he had taken the formless, anxious mass of clay that was this boy and molded him into a work of art: a finely adjusted first-generation denizen of the moonlit world.

Or at least that was what the professor had thought. Clearly those lessons on how things operated on the other side were lost on the boy. Standard protocol of both this war and that of supernatural culture in general dictated that she be killed as a witness. Quite distasteful on multiple degrees, that unruly would have been, but hypnosis could wear off with time and memory manipulation was equally fallible. So then, had he been as unfair as his apprentice made him out to be?

"Very well," the professor sighed defeated, raising both hands in defeat, before refastening his brooch to his chest and straightening up. “As it is your family and your household, I will defer to your judgment on these such topics. Such is the ancient way of xeni-” Sosthenes was promptly cut off by the sound of a heel being purposefully driven into his fine-tailored shoe. Clenching teeth to stifle surges of pain, the professor lifted his foot off the ground and balanced on the other with little difficulty as a result of his physical conditioning. He grunted. “Kuh... Quaint. I believe the common expression is… What the actual fuck, lady? ”

A shadow crossed his vision, and a familiar voice was heard.

“Ah... Yes. Apt assessment my speartowwting friend. He does not need any… protection. Except perhaps a box of condoms.” Fortunately, Lancer arrived in due time, a fine deterrent should this heinous spirit attempt to start an incident, allowing him to gently lower himself to the floor. He sat on the carpet, stripping his shoe and sock off his crippled appendage. Underneath was a finely punctured hole surrounded by shattered bones. It was quite a unsightly image, already swelling and bleeding and all that nastiness. Of course, what did you expect from damage 40x that of a normal human?

No matter. He could strive past the pain. A magus walks with death, a magus endures. A seasoned enforcer even moreso. His circuits activated, cycling refining prana to facilitate the repair of his body. He was still seated, but one could see the glowing flesh and bone knitting itself back together like a grotesque timelapse photo, complete with an accompaniment of squelching and cracking. Basics of the basics, this healing was, but there was a clear reason it was basic.

Sosthenes leaned back and fished a cig from his pocket, allowing it to simply rest inert in his mouth. “At least this Rider seem to be a reliable sort,” he commented, planting his palms on the ground, the part free from glass shards, to hold himself up, “You do certainly know how to pick them, my boy. I see that stat line. Do any of you two care to explain to the class how this development came to be? Also my Servant and I are quite famished, so if there’s any possibility that we could resolve that, it would be of great benefit. Right Lancer?”

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@Rethel34 Should we round up or down for decimal values?

EDIT: Also how would you calculate CON?

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

Berserker
Internet Cafe
Interacting with: @Turboshitter Albert Prelati, @VanceXentan Lancelot, Leon Winchester

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Berserker snorted at the sight of Saber's stifled laughter and the subsequent frigid exposition. "You're telling me. One moment they help, another they hinder - sometimes even the same fairy!" Berserker replied, voice containing the exasperation characteristic of someone who'd seen it all and done it all. "You know... I had a foreign friend raised by a lady of the lake. Nice guy, nice lady. So you can imagine how awkward it was when she tried to kill me later." She breathed a wistful sigh, like it was some kind of fond memory - which it was, as the assassin sent after the paladin ended up marrying her cousin.

"But that's neither here nor there, and I may spoken too much. Here goes second call-- No drinks? No problem," Berserker nodded. She hadn't been very bothered by Saber and his Master's denial of her offer despite the undertone of their suspicion. Perhaps she was taking their answer at face value. "Guess that's a two-sugar-and-cream coming right up," she pushed her chair into the seat and strode towards the counter, fishing in her pockets for the spending money her Master had allotted her.

It took a few moments of waiting in line, and then for the cup of joe itself, but Berserker was soon back at the table, handing off the coffee to her Master and catching the last tidbit of conversation. "Ah, we're meeting more like-minded individuals already? What a fortuitous day."

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

Should I sneak a brief thing in or wait

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

So because I'm not entirely sure of this. Servants have some sort of servant sense thing so they can vaguely sense the presence of other servants that aren't in spirit form/actively hiding? And some sort of similair thing for masters not hiding themselves?

@Eklispe

Command Seals react in the presence of each other (i.e. Shirou grabs his hand in pain when Rin shows up) and Servants can detect other Servants (i.e. Lancer detecting spirit form Archer, Saber detecting Archer when he's going to Shirou's house with Rin, Iskandar detecting Gil, etc etc.)

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@Rethel34 Hi, I decided I'd like to join this RP. I've started a sheet for a Mage, but there doesn't seem to be any class skills for them. Whoops missed the skills tag in the cs.

Actually nevermind I'll just roll with a Kite Warrior since Golden-Kite is my jam and if I'm rolling ranged I'm going all in

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

Posted separately just in case I didn't get both of them tonight

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

Prof. Sosthenes Antaeoi Kanakaris
Ren’s Front Yard, 2:02AM
Interacting with: @Eklispe Cu Chulainn, @Turboshitter Ren Mizushima, @1Charak2 Medusa

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Of course. Things just couldn’t be that convenient. They get off the bus and they take the long path to the boy’s house, only to find that there was a different Servant and Master pair to have gotten there first, likely horribly torturing the boy if the statements “Where is that bastard?” and “Rider!” were anything to go by. Yes, this was a truly disastrous situation, but at least Sosthenes could take solace in the fact his apprentice wasn’t yet dead.

’Lancer, in case you were not aware, I was not expecting to find a Servant here. So I hope my following order is understandable,’ Sosthenes began, ’When you hear my signal, I want you to phase through the wall in spirit form, manifest, grab the scrawny oriental boy with glasses and brown hair, and protect him. In the event there are multiple scrawny orientals with brown hair and glasses, he is most definitely the one screaming and making an unsightly image of himself in the face of an enemy Heroic Spirit. Try not to rough him up too much during the escape, he is still my dear apprentice and I would hate to see him lose his head more literally than he already does.’

Though the instruction was rather long-winded, it was alleviated by the fact that Sosthenes continued to take action. First, the doorbell had been rung. Once to announce his presence. Twice more in rapid succession to be irksome enough to call the individuals inside to action. Given the situation, there were three possibilities he could envision in his mind’s eye: 1) the Servant would answer the door, violently, 2) a hypnotized civilian would answer the door, and 3) the enemy Master would.

Two of those would prove quite troublesome, which was why nobody would be at the door. Yes, this was a distraction - a vital one, given the subject matter they were dealing with. After all, in all battles a momentary distraction would spell swift doom for either side.

’Keep track of the Servant inside, I’d rather not be skewered, blasted, or otherwise brutalized a mere 20 meters away from my own Servant. Quite inelegant, that would be. And fatal. For both of us.’ Sosthenes sneaked around the house, not towards a back entrance, but to a side-window leading into the main living space. He took great care not to be caught within the window’s view, and rose from his crouch at its side.

With a single twitch of his well-hewn musculature, he tore the magical gem brooch off of his shirt, making sure to point it outwards like a policeman’s badge. And then he waited… There. He could hear footsteps thumping on the floor, one after the other. He counted… one… two… three. Three sets of steps. An enemy Master, Ren, and the Servant? The boy had told him of his mother’s frequent work habits, so the professor counted it as a happy coincidence that she was not here now. Otherwise this would become far more vexatious, and far less straightforward.

The professor breathed out. The movement of his magic circuits would tip off his targets; he would have to do this the old-fashioned way in all its mundane brutishness. First, he stepped back with his foot, anchoring him to the ground and lowering his center of body. He breathed in, focusing his energy like he’d been trained. And breathed out, body rotating 180 degrees and levelling a powerful roundhouse right into the window, smashing it open with a loud crash.

That was probably the signal, Lancer.

Meanwhile, the professor jumped through the window, fanning the arm with the brooch out like a handgun. At the same time, his experienced mind began going through the old and ingrained motions of combat calculation. The power in this one jewel could protect him from one attack, but even that would be enough create an opening for his own swift Servant to seize. Otherwise, if the enemy Servant was preoccupied with his own, he could use it to incapacitate or divert the Master’s action, and close the distance, hopefully allowing him to end the dastard with swift application of pankration to the vitals. Alternatively, he could activate Aeolus, sow chaos within the enclosed space. Repeat final step, or spirit the apprentice away. Or, OR-

Predictive calculation stopped immediately. At the same time, the following was transmitted through the mystic pass: ’Red light. Abort the mission. Stop the hammer time. We have a problem Houston.’

Amidst the shards of broken glass, crouched down like a martial artist from a Hong Kong action flick, was Professor Sosthenes Kanakaris. Across from him were three people: a Servant, a Master, and a civilian. But not the Master and civilian he was expecting.

At the side of his apprentice Ren, looking quite frazzled in that quirky young person way that some female students seemed to find endearing when shown in film but not in real life, was a woman dressed like a streetwalker from a European red light district, or perhaps like one of those strange, exotic fads involving latexwear and inflation. On the boy’s hand was a sigil that could only mean one thing.

As for the civilian...

His eyes flicked over to the pretty lady in front of the open door. Then to Ren. Then back to the woman. Suddenly, magic circuits flared to life, and basic instantaneous hypnosis magecraft was activated. Sosthenes, without changing his position, waved the hand with the gem in an arc.

“The window was broken when you arrived,” Sosthenes he said slowly, calmly, and in a slightly deeper cadence than his usual voice, “In fact, you are positive that Mr. Mizushima is at fault because he was playing with his balls outside. The dashing gentleman who had been here with your son the whole time had not just perpetrated the aforementioned offense. Also, you wish to punish your son for his rash action of binding a Ser- breaking your window, that is. And not for bringing a strange woman - who is a fellow student! - into your home. Also you are expecting another spandexclad guest, this one in blue because there is a “super senpai aneem” convention in town.”

Magic circuits deactivated, and so concluded a masterclass in flawless improvisation, courtesy of the Archaeology department’s greatest professor.

Of course, instantaneous hypnosis only worked on those without magic circuits, but he was positive this would work, as Ren was from a painfully ordinary family with nothing of note and a home in a magical backwater. Of course, there was also the possibility that she had circuitry and was just not making use of it, in which case this would all be for naught, and there would be some ‘splainin’ to do.

’Lancer. Feel free to come in any time and introduce yourself to the group. And try not to kill either of the attractive women.’

Fate/stay Night - War of the Fourteen Magi - High Casual

@Eklispe yep. they're also right outside a house with a servant and two civilians (from their perspective) so feel free to react to that too