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Fate/Crimson Dusk

funny but wouldn't he have to beat her in a footrace first? :P

Fate/Crimson Dusk

I'm actually not finding this too bad. Atalanta and Bellerophon should be bros for life.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage

War Grounds

"Ok, have fun with the broody Rider. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.~" She waved her servant off then turned back to the priest.

"Yeah sure no problem. I assume I am free to measure the arches as long as I don't leave a scratch, kay thanks bye."

She chased after Mifumi, her three large suitcases in tow.

"Yah need any help? I was hoping I could show off my mystic codes."

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Imposter Hero

War Grounds

Rider had been in spirit form for most of the journey. Just having met the priesthood his master said he could have free reign. He flared his nostrils at this. His master was assuming she had a say in the matter in the first place. The priest to him seemed friendly enough as was just trying to be as accommodating as he could without committing heresy on his part. Still, Rider had a natural suspicion towards holy men and those who regarded the power of any god above all else. In a way he kind of sympathised with the father, he was but a slave to an unseen divine force.

"Very well, priest. I shall not defile a single inch of your holy site. However, I urge you to consider your shackles."

Master stop flirting with me, you're not my type. Rider furrowed his brow. Modern lingo was...odd.

His attention was drawn to the Archer from his age, the Chaste Bowwoman Atalanta. He was happy to see someone from his own time here. He had never met the archer in life, having died well before the Argonauts took the the seas, but the Throne of Heroes had granted him some knowledge within his 'canon'. He felt a certain kinship with the fellow beast slayer.

"Very well, Feller of the Calydonian Boar. I shall accompany you." He took spirit form and followed Atalanta. He could have easily out-sped her, but decided that she was better to lead the way. Arriving at the tower, he took form directly below Atalanta in the pylon, casually leaning against the one of the support beams.

"My master failed my test. I was trying to see if she wasn't 'loose-lipped'. She failed spectacularly. I would have preferred it if she mistook me for, eugh, Perseus."

He remained silent for a bit before speaking again.

"See anything, Chaste Huntress?"

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@Parallel Hearts

Red Dead Reckoning

Gonna have to drop this

dont click

like it's hot drop it like its hot drop it like its hot

Thank you for considering me though

Pokemon Tamers (DEAD)

Entraîneur

Name: Charles Fleury (Sound&Flurry)
Age: 24
Birthday: April 1st

Occupation: Web Designer (Hacktivist)
Residence: One Bedroom Apartment

Appearance: Tall, slim-build, sharp facial features. Thinning brown hair messily combed to the side, unshaven, wears a pair of thick rim glasses. Typically dresses in a blue dress shirt with a black tie, tucked into a pair of cargo pants. However, his alter ego...

Hider

a.wattpad.com/cover/139649356-176-k38…

History: Charles always appeared to be your average person. He's especially ordinary looking, lived an especially ordinary life. He did well in school, got a degree in Computer Science and works a typical job in a small web design firm. However, when in "incognito mode" he adopts his alter ego, Sound&Flurry, a bubbly anime moe blob in a cat eared hoodie whose a notorious 'hacktivist'. Taking the non-violent approach to sticking it to the the man, S&F ('Saff') spends their evenings and weekends cracking into corporate databases and leaking sensitive information to the masses.

Personality:
-Passive
-Boring
-Quick-witted
-Loyal
-Shy

Pokemon Owned: 1

Pokemanz

Pokemon: Porygon

Nickname: Lovelace

Gender: Genderless, Identifies as female.
Ability: Trace

Personality: Nature: Relaxed Characteristic: Mischievous. Lovelace loves playing video games (playing in video games?) and is generally pretty chill. They find their trainers Hero Complex unsettling sometimes but gladly assists them in their endeavours since they love a good puzzle.

Friendship & Affection: Charles has a hard time registering Lovelace as an actual living organism given her artificial nature. In turn, Lovelace is desperate for his affection, which he gives sparingly. They both enjoy playing games, both board and computer variety. While only habitually programmed and not needed, Charles does give Lovelace food and water and appears to recognise that on level she is a living being deserving of care.

History: Ever since Lovelace came into Charles' life he has been studying and utilising her for his clandestine hacking operations. He finds her impossible and hopes to one day crack her code. During downtime they play video games and solving puzzles, though this is Charles likely testing her programming. They have done very little battling.

Moves Used: Conversion, Conversion2, Tri-Attack, Recover

Trivia and Prologue

Trivia: Lovelace only takes up about 11 MB of data meaning she can easily be stored on a thumb drive. Charles thinks this is impossible and really wants to have a look at her code but she won't let him. They can communicate to each other in plain English using text programs.

Prologue: Charles had an inkling of the Pokemon underground network before meeting Lovelace, though he had just thought it was a prank of somekind. While browsing the darkweb, he recieved an email simply stating "I wish to learn." with a link attached. Taking the necessary safety precautions, he accessed the spooky link and was lead to a page with a single downloadable file on it. Thinking it was some kind of ARG he downloaded it and put 'Me.exe' through a battery of anti virus programs and consulted some friends on it before finally executing it. Thus, Lovelace popped into the world.

Since then the pair have been using their hacking skills to find and locate Pokemon entering the world and notifying contacts through the underground network. During downtime Charles has showed Lovelace many games and found out that she is a wiz at chess. While on her own Lovelace browses the internet to learn about the world and goes outside about as often as her trainer does. Which is almost never.

Red Dead Reckoning

will get something up in the next few days.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Imposter Hero

Clock Tower

As Hifumi spoke the incantation a brilliant golden light show emerged from her hand drawn circle. It was wasn't as bright or as bombastic as the others. Nonetheless there was a flash of golden light and what stood in the middle of the circle, now holding the brilliant golden bridle, was an otherwise unassuming young man in a black cloak. His pinkish hair was slicked back and he wore grey clay mask with a black tendril pattern going down it's left side. The figure simply stood quite for a moment, scanning the room and observing all the other masters and servants summoned so far. Finally his gaze rested on the Japanese girl in front of him. The girl who had gained possession of his golden bridle, who had used a near dead language from her island nation in the Far East. He was underwhelmed by his Master. She seemed inexperienced compared to the other mages present. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Speak my name, and you shall be worthy of my Master."

The servant was not about to accept the girl in front of him as his master just yet. He had to test her.

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Paula let out an excited squee as the adorable cat girl materialised in front of her.

"Oh you're perfect! Colleagues, our victory is assured. I just summoned one of the the greatest Archers in. Together we will rain down divine hellfire on those who oppose us. Oh, um, yes of course! There are some bad people in a forest who want threaten the very future of the world and all the children in it." Suffice to say Paula was actually giddy with excitement.

"Oooh on top of the Barbarian lookin' dude, the zealot on the horse and the little kid we got quite the crew. We should start coordinating right away. Ooh I can make diagrams!"

@Parallel Hearts

Fate/Blind Logos

The Dragonfly's Wings

Foreign District, Tour Montparnasse, Streets

As soon as Honda touched down he heard the enemy Berserker bust through the building like the goddamn Kool-Aid man, heralded by another projectile, a metal emergency door that threatened to cut the general in half.

Am I sure this isn't an Archer?

Letting no time go to waste, he leapt up and corkscrewed over the incoming door. The door spun and crashed through the window of a restaurant before embedding itself in the back wall. Fortunately it was closed for the evening. Unfortunately that meant the breadmaker
busy getting ready for the following days shift wouldn't be able to finish his loaves since he was now scattered all over the kitchen. The church would likely blame it on a gas leak.

The barrage of sword swings came bearing down on Honda. Luckily he was ready. He rolled to the side, perpendicular to Roland's overhead swings and swung his spear in two wide arcs, targeting Roland's ankles. At the end of his last swing he used his spear to push off the ground diagonally, leaping back a bit to maintain distance from the Berserker.

Progress report Master?

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@Reflection

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Paula Dirac-The Irrational Mage

Clock Tower, on the way to Doctor Orson's Office

Paula watched as Leon, Vladimir and Kaybernett performed their summons. She scoffed at the sappy, melodramatic speech Leon's spear lady gave.

"Oh please. You've known the guy for two seconds and already your going on about how emotionally unavailable you are. $50 that you guys bone down before the war is over."

Kaybernett's servant emerged next. It arrived on a majestic white horse, she spouted some things to herself then decapitated a statue before addressing the group like she was a mormon going door to door.

"Now that's more like it, someone with personality. I love her and want to braid her hair."

Paula quickly pushed aside her other colleagues that had crowded in the doorway, likely bowling over King and Renwald who she didn't think much of, and selected a central summoning circle.

"Tsk tsk, this won't do at all." Disapprovingly, Paula waved her hand an invoked elemental magics. A spell from the Middle East that was normally used to survive buffeting from desert sandstorms was called up to manipulate the silver dust that made up her chosen circle and carelessly cast it aside, likely ruining a few of the other summoning circles. She turned and gave Renwald a coy smile.

"Oopsie. My hand slipped."Satisfied she turned back, producing some chaulk from her pocket. She had spent days designing and visualising her perfect summoning circle in her mind. She utilised muggle computing technology-yes, muggle computing technologyto randomly generate chaos game patterns around carefully selected vertexes. This image she held perfectly in her mind, all the while reducing the the chaulk in her hands into fine granules. Those granules leapt out of her hands and snaked their way across the floor, drawing up a complex fractal pattern within a circle. Triangles within triangles within triangles. The perimeter of the circle was actually made from the points of several hundred chaotically generated triangles being so close together they formed a perfect circle. Looking at any point in the circle one would find miniature versions of the summoning circle, and inside those they would find even smaller versions of the summoning circle ad infinitum until the chaulk could not "render" the details.

Once finished she dusted her hands and produced an object wrapped in brown cloth. She unwounded the cloth revealing an old, yet seemingly mundane wooden plank.

"Behold, a plank from the Argo. The divine hip that carried the Argonauts on all of their adventures. Just as this ship spearheaded many victories so to the Servant I will summon with this ensure we win."

She gingerly set it down, took a few deep breaths and stuck her hand out...then put her hand back down.

"Considering it is likely that many planks on the Argo were replaced over the course of it's voyage, we can assume that at some point there was enough planks to make a number of 'Argos' at least greater than one. There's a possibility that multiple 'Argos' exist or have existed. Reminds me of Theseus's Ship Paradox. I guess all these servants are kind of their own Theseus's ship. They aren't really who they are supposed to be, but they definitely possess some of the parts. Anyways...

She brought her hand up again.

Let limestone and gypsum be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the colour of my standard.
Let rise against
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom of heaven itself rotate.
Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling.
Let it be declared now;
the sharpness of your sight shall be joined with the sharpness of my mind.
Come forth, heroine, be the arrow that points to our victory!

Fate/Crimson Dusk

We can skip forward to the summoning if ya like. I got nothing else to post