Grey

My Hero Academia: Evolution

<Snipped quote by Grey>

Is he? Or is Lil' Nobunobu gonna hide behind his Lil shield until Kazuo breaks through and puts him through the wall??

The world may never know.

@Demon Shinobi

Only a pussy needs their power to hit hard.

My Hero Academia: Evolution

Nobunobu needs to get rekt taught a lesson in humility.

@Demon Shinobi

Kazuo's gonna catch these hands.

My Hero Academia: Evolution

N o b u N o b u

“Time to show these scumbags a real hero!”

Theme

_{N A M E}

Noboru Nobunaga

_{A G E}

15

_{O R I G I N}

Tokyo, Japan

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y T R O P E S}

Attention Whore
Boisterous
Chip on Shoulder
Code of Honor
Inferiority-Superiority Complex
Tsundere

_{D E S C R I P T I O N}

Noboru is a short boy whose stature belies an imperious presence; he barely reaches 153cm, but everything from his posture to his expression, and even to his hairstyle are suggestive of a lion. As a result, it’s often said that he has a Napoleonic complex. It should be noted that he actually does, but those who say such a fact to his face would also come to learn that he possesses a well-developed physique, a pair of well-worn knuckles, and a skillset well-suited for “taking down people trying to catch these hands”, as it were. Generally though, he isn’t out to look for a fight--even if the cocky look in his maroon eyes makes him seem like he deserves to get in one. Other notable facets of his appearance include his mop of blonde hair, which is always slicked back, and his style of dress, which is the variety commonly associated with edge lord teenagers trying to look cool and features many long coats, hoods and collars in various combinations.

_{Q U I R K T Y P E}

Emitter

_{Q U I R K D E S C R I P T I O N}

Noboru’s Quirk is known by the name of Forcefield, and bears a largely self-evident function: the creation and manipulation of forcefields. These forcefields begin as a small mote of light that quickly expands into an ultrathin plane of solidified energy, either shaped into simple two-dimensional Euclidean geometries or used to construct three-dimensional structures via interlocking fields. They also radiate a red light at approximately the same intensity as a glow stick. At his current level, Noboru can create forcefields within six centimeters of his body, manipulate and sustain forcefields within three meters, project approximately three square meters of forcefield total, and reach a durability equal to steel. He cannot yet alter what the forcefield allows through and what it does not. Attempting to surpass his limitations without proper training will result in onset of migraines and the associated signs and symptoms; however, simply breaking a forcefield has no effect.

_{C A P A B I L I T I E S}

Noboru bears a well-rounded array of natural talents that have contributed to his almost effortless success throughout life, his complacency, and his subsequent frustration with hard work. He is the dilettante who is notable in all aspects, but not dedicated to reaching the realm of mastery--relatively speaking, at least. Of course, that isn’t to say he’s been completely coasting on his talents; he’s only been mostly coasting on his talents.

Without formal training or any sort of dedicated practice, Noboru’s most notable capabilities tend to come from his time as the delinquent protector-cum-benevolent dictator of his middle school’s student body. Many days spent duking it out with bullies, challengers, and other delinquents have granted him no small degree of combat experience and environmental awareness, and have laid the foundations of a rudimentary fighting style incorporating his Quirk. In addition, he displays a surprising proficiency at handling administrative duties. In his own words: “It’s not as if I can entrust these duties to anyone but myself. Besides, it’s only natural that a hero know how to lead the people in times of need.”

_{C H A R A C T E R G O A L S}

Character Arc
Noboru is a character who has lived a very charmed life due to his natural gifts. He is a super strong special snowflake who is good at everything and has a powerful Quirk and is respected by his classmates and is never challenged to succeed. And the point of his character arc is to show that such a thing cannot and should not exist - a deconstruction of the “natural-born ace” archetype seen in many shounen works.

This is why Noboru begins the roleplay with his worldview shaken and his pride irreparably damaged by a very public failure at the U.A. High School entrance examination, followed by forced enrollment into Ishin Academy, a hero school that is “only” one of Japan’s best. He is the genius who has encountered the power of hard work... and the strength of the genius that works hard. Yet despite being made fully aware of his flawed approach, he is still stubbornly clinging to his old ways and putting up the front of a cool and pompous ace. It’s not that Noboru doesn’t know what he has to do; he’s just too frustrated with not knowing how to work hard that he defaults on his standard coping mechanisms.

Beyond the aforementioned character conflict, Noboru must also address the friction between his personality and his motivation, a friction which is bolstered by the new challenges he is encountering and will continue to encounter as a student of Ishin Academy. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he aspires not to become the strongest of heroes, the most celebrated of heroes, or even the most well-paid of heroes, but rather the most heroic of heroes. However, his personality clashes with this goal in a myriad of ways. But other than the obvious issues that come with having a socially-problematic personality and a predisposition to aggression, the most important reason is that he isn’t being a hero for its own sake, but he’s being a hero for the sake of being seen as a hero - a fact which should be challenged time and time again in a prestigious hero school like Ishin Academy.

Among suggestions for augmenting his character arc, I would like to see a confrontation or series of confrontations with an individual from his middle school who has successfully made it into U.A. despite being inferior to the naturally talented Noboru. This can either be an amicable childhood friend/rival he underestimated, a nobody from middle school who looked up to him, or something else entirely so long as they can act as a thematic foil to Noboru. Whether he would win or lose is largely irrelevant; either option has significant implications for his character arc.

With that said I hope to have created a versatile framework by which to mold Noboru and his actions from these foundation blocks. While I cannot predict how exactly he will end up as a character, the intent of Noboru’s arc is to tear him apart and build him back up into a much more grown-up Noboru, who has learned to understand himself, the world, and what it means to be a hero through his comrades and the trials they face.


Character Interactions
The impetus for Noboru’s personality was a joke about making a “salty U.A. reject” and extrapolating details implied by an attitude like that. As a result, he bears a very volatile personality and an equally large ego - a far cry from the genuinely heroic characters of Ishin Academy’s first year class, and one that definitely needs some working on if he’s to become the most world’s most heroic hero. Of course, his personality is not without his merits, but it is just approachable enough to make the bad parts that much more off-putting.

Beyond taking a joke way too seriously, the goal for Noboru’s personality is to fill an underrepresented personality archetype, and through that archetype open up opportunities for mutual character growth. More specifically, Noboru’s assertive and cavalier nature is likely to be beneficial in facilitating others’ growth, as it allows him to function as a rival to surpass, a source of unexpected inspiration, or a much needed kick in the butt. At the same time, the externalization of his ego provides the motivation for people to challenge his preconceptions about the world around him. Another important contribution to character development via interaction lies in the more subdued aspects of his personality, and the way others can draw out the parts of him that he’d like to keep under wraps - whether they be good aspects, like a staunch dedication to his friends (he doesn’t have any :C), or bad aspects, like his underlying envy over his “inferiors’“ qualities.

On a less serious note, Noboru is also capable of acting as perfectly serviceable comic relief. There is, of course, the comedy that can be derived from his disgruntledness at not being accepted by U.A. and the shortness of his height, but his personality also lends well to snarky banter and egotistic rambling.


Quirk Progression
The design philosophy behind the Forcefield Quirk is to use a multifaceted power with a few immediately obvious applications in order to create a thematic tie to Noboru’s arc, namely his overreliance on the capabilities immediately available to him rather than expanding his versatility with a given degree of effort. Through this connection, it is my hope that the growth of his Quirk will reflect his growth as a character, as opposed to the two being largely unrelated existences.

Insofar as actual improvable aspects of the Quirk itself, there are three key parameters to address: the first is the capacity of his fields, which governs not only how much force or weight they can sustain before they fall apart, but also the total surface area that Noboru can manifest during a given period of time; the second is his control over his fields, which includes his ability to move them faster, shape them more elaborately, and regulate their filtering capabilities to create esoteric effects; and the third is his range of jurisdiction, which would determine how far from his body he can control and sustain their existence.

Although general improvements to all of these aspects are to be expected given the framework of the roleplay and setting, I intend for the particular permutations of these improvements and the ways he utilizes them to be an extension of his character dynamics and other significant milestones in character development. A rudimentary example of this would be working to expand his range based on newfound relationships with others; a slightly more nuanced one would be adopting Quick-compatible tactics used by his mentor.

My Hero Academia: Evolution

@Inkarnate@DruSM157

The Man, The Myth, The Meme

N o b u N o b u

“Time to show these scumbags a real hero!”

Theme

_{N A M E}

Noboru Nobunaga

_{A G E}

15

_{O R I G I N}

Tokyo, Japan

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y T R O P E S}

Attention Whore
Boisterous
Chip on Shoulder
Code of Honor
Inferiority-Superiority Complex
Tsundere

_{D E S C R I P T I O N}

Noboru is a short boy whose stature belies an imperious presence; he barely reaches 153cm, but everything from his posture to his expression, and even to his hairstyle are suggestive of a lion. As a result, it’s often said that he has a Napoleonic complex. It should be noted that he actually does, but those who say such a fact to his face would also come to learn that he possesses a well-developed physique, a pair of well-worn knuckles, and a skillset well-suited for “taking down people trying to catch these hands”, as it were. Generally though, he isn’t out to look for a fight--even if the cocky look in his maroon eyes makes him seem like he deserves to get in one. Other notable facets of his appearance include his mop of blonde hair, which is always slicked back, and his style of dress, which is the variety commonly associated with edge lord teenagers trying to look cool and features many long coats, hoods and collars in various combinations.

_{Q U I R K T Y P E}

Emitter

_{Q U I R K D E S C R I P T I O N}

Noboru’s Quirk is known by the name of Forcefield, and bears a largely self-evident function: the creation and manipulation of forcefields. These forcefields begin as a small mote of light that quickly expands into an ultrathin plane of solidified energy, either shaped into simple two-dimensional Euclidean geometries or used to construct three-dimensional structures via interlocking fields. They also radiate a red light at approximately the same intensity as a glow stick. At his current level, Noboru can create forcefields within six centimeters of his body, manipulate and sustain forcefields within three meters, project approximately three square meters of forcefield total, and reach a durability equal to steel. He cannot yet alter what the forcefield allows through and what it does not. Attempting to surpass his limitations without proper training will result in onset of migraines and the associated signs and symptomes; however, simply breaking a forcefield has no effect.

_{C A P A B I L I T I E S}

Noboru bears a well-rounded array of natural talents that have contributed to his almost effortless success throughout life, his complacency, and his subsequent frustration with hard work. He is the dilettante who is notable in all aspects, but not dedicated to reaching the realm of mastery--relatively speaking, at least. Of course, that isn’t to say he’s been completely coasting on his talents; he’s only been mostly coasting on his talents.

Without formal training or any sort of dedicated practice, Noboru’s most notable capabilities tend to come from his time as the delinquent protector-cum-benevolent dictator of his middle school’s student body. Many days spent duking it out with bullies, challengers, and other delinquents have granted him no small degree of combat experience and environmental awareness, and have laid the foundations of a rudimentary fighting style incorporating his Quirk. In addition, he displays a surprising proficiency at handling administrative duties. In his own words: “It’s not as if I can entrust these duties to anyone but myself. Besides, it’s only natural that a hero know how to lead the people in times of need.”

_{C H A R A C T E R G O A L S}

Character Arc
Noboru is a character who has lived a very charmed life due to his natural gifts. He is a super strong special snowflake who is good at everything and has a powerful Quirk and is respected by his classmates and is never challenged to succeed. And the point of his character arc is to show that such a thing cannot and should not exist - a deconstruction of the “natural-born ace” archetype seen in many shounen works.

This is why Noboru begins the roleplay with his worldview shaken and his pride irreparably damaged by a very public failure at the U.A. High School entrance examination, followed by forced enrollment into Ishin Academy, a hero school that is “only” one of Japan’s best. He is the genius who has encountered the power of hard work... and the strength of the genius that works hard. Yet despite being made fully aware of his flawed approach, he is still stubbornly clinging to his old ways and putting up the front of a cool and pompous ace. It’s not that Noboru doesn’t know what he has to do; he’s just too frustrated with not knowing how to work hard that he defaults on his standard coping mechanisms.

Beyond the aforementioned character conflict, Noboru must also address the friction between his personality and his motivation, a friction which is bolstered by the new challenges he is encountering and will continue to encounter as a student of Ishin Academy. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he aspires not to become the strongest of heroes, the most celebrated of heroes, or even the most well-paid of heroes, but rather the most heroic of heroes. However, his personality clashes with this goal in a myriad of ways. But other than the obvious issues that come with having a socially-problematic personality and a predisposition to aggression, the most important reason is that he isn’t being a hero for its own sake, but he’s being a hero for the sake of being seen as a hero - a fact which should be challenged time and time again in a prestigious hero school like Ishin Academy.

Among suggestions for augmenting his character arc, I would like to see a confrontation or series of confrontations with an individual from his middle school who has successfully made it into U.A. despite being inferior to the naturally talented Noboru. This can either be an amicable childhood friend/rival he underestimated, a nobody from middle school who looked up to him, or something else entirely so long as they can act as a thematic foil to Noboru. Whether he would win or lose is largely irrelevant; either option has significant implications for his character arc.

With that said I hope to have created a versatile framework by which to mold Noboru and his actions from these foundation blocks. While I cannot predict how exactly he will end up as a character, the intent of Noboru’s arc is to tear him apart and build him back up into a much more grown-up Noboru, who has learned to understand himself, the world, and what it means to be a hero through his comrades and the trials they face.


Character Interactions
The impetus for Noboru’s personality was a joke about making a “salty U.A. reject” and extrapolating details implied by an attitude like that. As a result, he bears a very volatile personality and an equally large ego - a far cry from the genuinely heroic characters of Ishin Academy’s first year class, and one that definitely needs some working on if he’s to become the most world’s most heroic hero. Of course, his personality is not without his merits, but it is just approachable enough to make the bad parts that much more off-putting.

Beyond taking a joke way too seriously, the goal for Noboru’s personality is to fill an underrepresented personality archetype, and through that archetype open up opportunities for mutual character growth. More specifically, Noboru’s assertive and cavalier nature is likely to be beneficial in facilitating others’ growth, as it allows him to function as a rival to surpass, a source of unexpected inspiration, or a much needed kick in the butt. At the same time, the externalization of his ego provides the motivation for people to challenge his preconceptions about the world around him. Another important contribution to character development via interaction lies in the more subdued aspects of his personality, and the way others can draw out the parts of him that he’d like to keep under wraps - whether they be good aspects, like a staunch dedication to his friends (he doesn’t have any :C), or bad aspects, like his underlying envy over his “inferiors’“ qualities.

On a less serious note, Noboru is also capable of acting as perfectly serviceable comic relief. There is, of course, the comedy that can be derived from his disgruntledness at not being accepted by U.A. and the shortness of his height, but his personality also lends well to snarky banter and egotistic rambling.


Quirk Progression
The design philosophy behind the Forcefield Quirk is to use a multifaceted power with a few immediately obvious applications in order to create a thematic tie to Noboru’s arc, namely his overreliance on the capabilities immediately available to him rather than expanding his versatility with a given degree of effort. Through this connection, it is my hope that the growth of his Quirk will reflect his growth as a character, as opposed to the two being largely unrelated existences.

Insofar as actual improvable aspects of the Quirk itself, there are three key parameters to address: the first is the capacity of his fields, which governs not only how much force or weight they can sustain before they fall apart, but also the total surface area that Noboru can manifest during a given period of time; the second is his control over his fields, which includes his ability to move them faster, shape them more elaborately, and regulate their filtering capabilities to create esoteric effects; and the third is his range of jurisdiction, which would determine how far from his body he can control and sustain their existence.

Although general improvements to all of these aspects are to be expected given the framework of the roleplay and setting, I intend for the particular permutations of these improvements and the ways he utilizes them to be an extension of his character dynamics and other significant milestones in character development. A rudimentary example of this would be working to expand his range based on newfound relationships with others; a slightly more nuanced one would be adopting Quick-compatible tactics used by his mentor.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

we'll make our own homunculus, with blackjack and hookers

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

killing the Grail(?) homunculus is probably a bad idea.

but anyway where da ilse-morgana-homunculus red eye battle @

EDIT:

What you happen if, hypothetically, a homunculus were to have all of the magical energy within their body suddenly and violently expelled... hypothetically. _{I'm asking for a friend, or something...}

@Shadow Daedalus

probably nothing since homunculi function more off of mana instead of od so there's not really much to eject.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

oh hey it's 3:00 wtf

i guess there's no point in sleeping if i only have 3 hrs 🤷‍♀️

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Ilse Koenig

Opening Act

Location: Urquhart Castle, Scotland
Interacting with: Rider of Red @KawaiiKyouko, Arieh “Fuck This Guy” Ayondale @Turboshitter, Olympia Whitehall @Vocab, Other Red Faction Masters and Servants (Indirectly), Saber of Black (Indirectly)
Magical Energy: 387/500

---

When the light of the circle faded into night, when the roaring winds died into a gently flowing breeze and the courtyard was rendered still and silent for the briefest of moments, Ilse caught her first glimpse of the legend she had made manifest. Once they had readjusted to the dark, Highland night, red eyes took in the image of the figure astride the large white stallion with a grimness that made them seem not unlike pools of blood in their being. Unlike her so-called peers, there was no awestruck babbling or stunned silence; there was simply a single thought that crossed her mind at the sight of such a legendary soul:

The Servant she had summoned was short.

’I had heard that Servants were larger than life, but it appears they were not larger in life,’ Ilse thought, tilting her head to the side to steal a glance at its sides. A single monofilament wire shot out from her clothes, and quickly retracted after aligning itself with Rider, having measured her like it was tape. The Servant was even shorter than Ilse was. ’Evidently the principles of regression do not apply to height,’ she slipped her glove back on, concealing her Command Spells from view, ’Regardless... Let us see what you have to offer, Servant Rider.’

In an instant, her vision was overlaid by her Grail-granted Master’s clairvoyance, visually rendering her Servant’s parameters in a manner personal to her. A statue representing the Rider class Servant appeared in her mind’s eye. The base upon which it stood was divided into six sections, each tier representing a parameter and the constitution of each tier a different metal to represent the strength of that parameter. Though her analysis of her own Servant was largely incomplete and the base parameters, while nothing to scoff at, tended to even out when considered holistically, the average rank of its Noble Phantasms was particularly notable, shining with a brilliant gold rather than the silvers and irons that formed the majority of the foundation. The analytic quickly faded out, replaced by the image of Rider on horseback once more.

’It will be sufficient, I suppose - though her provincial inflection is irksome,’ Ilse decided after a moment’s thought. The stats were acceptably above average; so as long as the Servant’s skills and Noble Phantasms were useful, there was nothing to complain about - save for the fact that the army summoning function she had been aiming for was clearly not going to be present. How disappointing it was that she couldn’t simply have her Servant activate an unfair and grossly overpowered Noble Phantasm to wipe out all of Arieh Ayondale’s hope and chances of survival. But just as it was the purpose of an alchemist to refine base materials, it seemed she would have to make a point of wringing the potential out of this Servant - no great loss, doing so was always on the itinerary.

“Ah, my apologies Rider,” Ilse curtsied, the tone of her voice suggestive of an experienced courtier. If there had been any surprise that the Genghis Khan she had summoned had emerged from the summoning circle as a woman who spoke like she was a mere street thug, it was not in her tone or bearing. “I seem to have been lost in thought for a moment - I am indeed the one who will serve as your Master for the duration of this Holy Grail War.”

Ilse turned and gestured to the rest of the courtyard, taking the opportunity to view the rest of their number under her clairvoyance. Like diamonds in the rough, scintillating golds and gleaming silvers outshined the base metals, the dull coppers, irons and leads. Most notably, two Servants - Lancer and Caster - bore Noble Phantasm tiers of white stone. Ilse might have considered it unfair, had the former’s Master not been blind, and had the latter not been Caster of all classes - and a Caster who was not even a magus at that.

Ilse’s vision returned to normal as she continued, seamlessly: “Do not mind them. They are no threat to you, or myself.”

Suddenly, light shone and wind filled the courtyard as yet another Servant was called to the fray; this time it was a woman with green hair who reminded Ilse vaguely of her mother. The unhinged expression and murderous impulse were dead ringers for the obsessed Koenig matriarch, and the likeness was only reinforced in her mind by the nitpicking and demands that followed. ’Troublesome,’ Ilse thought, ’But ultimately irrelevant.’

A quick assessment of Assassin’s parameters displayed nothing notable, so Ilse turned her attention to the final candidate, the American with the Round Table shard. Regardless of Regression, if there was a catalyst that she would have preferred, it was the Round Table shard. A Saber Class Servant’s base parameters and highly ranked Magic Resistance would easily annihilate the brunt of Ayondale’s defenses, and the Knights of the Round Table were each powerful heroes - and would no doubt make top-class Servants.

However, the subsequent summoning carried no bright light nor mighty wind - in fact, to call it a summoning at all would be a grave misnomer. ’Hm. Perhaps I should consider this is a lesson in contention?’ Ilse thought, watching the ritual circle fizzle out for the second time. Her expression was blank and nonjudgmental; their failures did not bear on her purpose in the least. ’I should be thankful that my Servant had answered when it did, regardless of her... increasingly evident social issues.‘

Though, the boy’s subsequent crisis of faith gave Ilse pause. She placed a hand to her chin, considering the supposed source of American’s angst with what she had researched of the Grail War’s mechanics.

Unworthy of the Grail? No, impossible. Joining a Holy Grail War was a painfully simple process, one that fools and beasts could accomplish with ease. While the people around her could be considered either of those terms by the standards of Clock Tower magi, Ilse didn’t think that any of them individually could be that pathetic - especially not the appointed Masters. So while the boy’s despair could be considered definitely idiotic, idiocy or “worth” as it were, was not a deciding factor; as long as the Grail considered an individual a potential candidate, they were eligible for a Servant.

But if that was the case, then there was only one reason that this could have occurred.

“...!”

Ilse’s body jerked from side to side, avoiding the hailfire of magical attacks by dint of her Mystic Code’s autonomous reactions. Ten, thirty, seventy, one hundred magi emerged from the treeline, slinging spells with impunity, cutting down students like scythes through wheat. Fortunately, both Master and Servant were largely nonplussed by this ensuing carnage - far less than could be said for the rest of their number. It was almost baffling how ill-prepared they were for these consequences, Hadn’t the Prelati child explained the risks clearly enough? Clearly not, because it appeared everyone was making a big deal over something that couldn’t be changed.

No, the real tragedy here was that these deaths couldn’t be put to use.

There is an old saying that all magi walk with death. For the conventional magi, this refers to the risks associated with their research - unforeseen side effects, cutthroat rivals, Sealing Designation Enforcers, Counter Guardians, and so on. For those learned in the arts of necromancy, it was something else. Not a statement of fact, but a warning.

All would die, all would return to the Spiral of Origin, and the process would repeat itself, ad infinitum. At some point in the process, perhaps a necromancer would harvest your corpse or bind your spirit. Those fortunate enough to serve under a benevolent master may reach some measure of resolution through their new purpose; the unfortunate ones were little more than mindless husks of those they used to be. With such a grim outlook constantly rearing its head, it was all too easy for even necromantic dabblers to fall into a sort of nihilistic despair.

But there was purpose to life, and because there was purpose in life, so too must there be purpose for death. Perhaps it was because of Ilse’s unique situation that she understood and resonated with this fact well. And it was assuredly because of this fact that an existence without “worth” was an offense most detestable.

“Flame Eyes,” Ilse called out across the battlefield, withdrawing her argent Azoth Sword from the confines of her coat, “Cremate the corpses of your fellows, lest they join Ayondale’s ranks in un-life.”

The death of any one of the front-line Servants would disrupt their anti-Saber formation, ergo, to defeat Ayondale meant ensuring the survival of Berserker’s Master, Lancer’s Master and herself. Of those three, the most vulnerable was the Master of Lancer. From atop Rider’s steed, Ilse surveyed the battlefield, seeking out the Blind Ironholdt. She quickly located the patch of stark white. It seemed the Master of Lancer was attempting to negotiate a wall.

…Of course she was. How utterly expected.

At any rate, it seemed as if there were other Masters there to ensure her continued survival, so Ilse would entrust to them the duty of ensuring one of the cornerstones of their strategy did not falter. Clustering so many Masters in one place was just asking for trouble, and loathe as she was to admit it, the framework of the Gunslinger’s modern Mystic Code made for dreadfully efficient killing. It was, of course, still a grossly degenerate piece of work.

“Servant Rider, if you cannot eliminate him at this juncture, locate me, escape, and put offensive pressure on Ayondale’s camp. Your class is the fleetest of them all, Saber will prioritize his Master’s safety, and there are few subtle magical defenses known to modern magi that can fend against an attack from a Servant,” Ilse instructed, lifting her foot up to the seat of the saddle, pulling herself into a crouch supported by Rider’s form, ”I shall leave the responsibility of fending off Saber to you and your ilk. I will strike down the Master.”

She leapt off of Tseneglegch. At the same time, silver wire shot out from the hem of her clothes and embedded themselves into the castle turrets. Though it was not within the autonomous parameters, a simple command made sure that aiming was left to the spiritual system implanted in her Mystic Code; she was confident they would not err from the optimal trajectory. Next, they rapidly reeled her in, removed their makeshift anchors and launched her skywards.

Ascending above the battlefield, a set of wires formed into four magical circles around her and began siphoning mana from the environment.

‘The scales are found wanting.‘

There were a few serene moments as the last of her momentum was expended, as she was suspended, almost weightless above the battlefield. The silver circles twisted inward, forming into a fourfold array of long helix arrows, each hanging above Ayondale’s position by a thread like Damocles swords.
_{The sentence is executed.}
“All processes complete: Component materials, reinforced. Wireframe, altered. Magical energy, charged.“

Ilse directed her Azoth Blade downward; the magic circles followed.
_{Let justice be done.}
“Targets acquired.”

The four arrows, empowered by magical energy, descended upon Ayondale and three of the magi positioned closest to him.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

ohshitheactuallyposted

gotta revise

but should i

hm

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

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