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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Paris Pantheon

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A smirk came to Tristan's lips as Ywain did what the Archer expected to. Ignoring an enemy in a battlefield like this would prove to be costly so the Saber better remember this especially when dealing with other Servants with expertise in ranged combat. There's no doubt that other bowmen of greater skill and lesser morals than Tristan could be roaming this city, the kind of conduct Ywain was showing until now was rather reproachful in Tristan's eyes. It was sad to see a Knight of Camelot falling so low as to not even turn around to acknowledge a foe.

It was very sad, indeed.

Last time Tristan was caught in a disadvantageous situation and learned some of the realities of a Holy Grail War. Nothing was more just than paying back the favor and showing Ywain what it means to fight an Archer at range without taking his life before they could finally have a last, and decisive, duel.

Thus, Tristan didn't shot any follow-up "arrows" after his first volley, giving plenty of time for Ywain to get back on foot and realize what was happening. If he advanced towards Tristan, however, there would be plenty of retaliation, to make sure he would understand that -- in these circumstances -- it would be hard for even the King to come close to Tristan. If Ywain couldn't overcome an Archer that he knew in his lifetime, what hopes would he have against the likes of the legendary bowmen of India, Greece, and the Far East, that couple perhaps be on the hunt at this very moment?

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@ManyThings@Danchou@King Cosmos@SSW

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Madhisi

Current Location: Canal District -- Into the Spider's Web

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"I see. Perhaps then, I may have to thank you, but I'll wait until I can be sure of it," Madhisi said after hearing the words of the other Master. Whose... peculiar mannerisms began to catch her attention further.

Nevertheless, this wasn't the time to think about her -- seemingly -- partner's idiosyncrasies. In fact, the information she got was much more important than that. "I see. After yesterday, I understand it. Even if it does feel wrong to not pursue the justice I seek with my own hands, this isn't a battle I can be of much use. I'll do as you say then and see what happens," Madhisi said to her host as she looked at the map, trying to make sense of where she needed to send Berserker to.

"Berserker, can you hear me? I have a mission for you. Go to this location," she said, sharing the information she had concluded, "You'll find more enemies there. Eliminate anyone that you see as a threat, and then come back home. Try to do so with as little needless destruction as possible, and, if the fight is too hard, just retreat. If you wound them I'm sure we can come back to finish it later. Other than this, do as you wish," she finished her communication.

Once Madhisi was done relaying what she needed to Berserker, she turned to the other Master and said, "It's done. She should go there and try to kill them without letting what happened yesterday repeat itself."

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@Froppy@Player 2@Floodtalon

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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It wouldn't take any time at all for Abigail to "wake up" once they reached their destination. Even heroes needed rest, but that didn't mean that they should rest more than they needed to, after all. She quickly got the gist of everything that was happening and got out of the bus, joining Mr. Hayes' group.

"I hope it's not too salty. Too sodium is bad for you," Abigail said when Renard commented about chicken, even though she didn't care enough to notice any of the strangely conspicuous birds the others did. Instead, she just checked her watch and let out another enigmatic smile just about the time the factory went dark.

"Well, I guess that even heroes can forget to pay the power bills on time, can't they?"

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"Don't worry, I'm sure nothing out of the ordinary is happening. To say the truth, on a normal day, this place is quite a lot more hectic. It's not abnormal to hear an explosion or two rocking the area for example," Enterprise said to the students, after the number of worried expressions and questions following the small few incidents they noticed coming from the factory. "Support industries are... quite unique places to say the least. Plus, more than 90% of the personnel working here are robots, so really serious accidents are very rare," she added, letting out a big smile.

"Either way, I guess that it not too much to go there and check things out. If anything bad happens, you kids stick to me and Mr. Hayes, right? Don't go doing anything dangerous before you are done with your training."

"Now, if you are all ready, come with me!" she gestured her group of students forward right as the factory's auxiliary power came sparked to life.

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Paris Pantheon

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So, that's how it would be, then? Ywain remained beside his Master but didn't seem to move a muscle to acknowledge Tristan's presence. Did he perhaps think that the Archer hadn't noticed them? Or did he think that Tristan wouldn't fire despite the events from the previous night making it sure that there could be no comradeship between them in this war?

"Certainly, the idea of killing a friend who once fought under the same banner terrifies me so much that I can barely move my fingers. Thankfully, there's a way out of it in this instance," Tristan thought. Yes. There was one way. And, thankfully, it was one that the red-haired Archer didn't have to angst over thanks to the fact that it was also his obligation as a knight to make sure to deal retribution to any who dared harm Yazhu, even if it was in an honorable battle.

"Let us see, then, how good you are for real, my friend. Let this requiem be my gift for your valiant Master, even though he shall never hear it," Tristan said as he plucked one of Failnaught's strings with a mere graze of his finger. And then, another, and another, and another still. Soon enough a rapid and melancholic melody would fill the air around him. Even though it was too far away for most, if not all, of the group reunited at the alleyway to hear the song, they would be able to notice the outcome of it in a mere fraction of a second.

One, two, three, ten, no-- twelve "shots" would make their way to Noon with a speed that was so great that it felt more like a godly wind than an arrow fired by the hands of a man that once walked this earth. Not only was their speed and rate of fire astounding, but they all came from angles any normal arrow would be unable to come from. Coupled with their inherently near invisibility, and -- more importantly -- the fact that each of them targeted one of Noon's vital areas, this would make for a true test of Ywain's capacities as well as help Tristan calibrate his own abilities even further and decide whether or not he would need to use the full extent of his skills -- or even invoke Failnaught's true name -- against anyone in this war.

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@ManyThings@Danchou@King Cosmos@SSW

Fate/Eternum

Mordred

"Really!? Erm... I mean, of course, I could ask for nothing else," Mordred said as her eyes flared like a puppy that had just been petted, right after being reprimanded for causing a ruckus. It was almost jarring to see how her mood could swing so fast merely thanks to a few words of her beloved father.

She thumped a fist against her chest as she said, "Enduring hardship is what I do best, after all. Just like that day when I walked up the shaft of the holy spear and-- Well, I guess that's not the best way of explaining it, but you get the intention... I guess?" Mordred caught herself scratching the back of her head and letting out a terse laugh after saying things without thinking again.

"Now, I guess that all that's left to do is reunite everyone that has been summoned here already and tell them the news, right? What a better way to celebrate the return of King Arthur than having the first meeting of the Round Table in 1500 years? Aren't you with me on that, Lance? Oh man, I can't wait until the others get to know the truth about Father and I!" Mordred proposed, poking Lancelot's side with her elbow while letting out one of her characteristic big grins that actually no one in the Round Table other than her father had seen before. "Of course, that includes our new Masters too, right Seria?" she added, pulling the other girl into a sudden hug.

@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

My Hero Academia: Another Story

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If anyone bothered to check, they would notice that Abigail wasn't even paying attention to the commotion happening around her. In fact, the orange-haired girl was... napping? At least it looked like that as her head was rested against the window of the bus, with eyes closed, and her chest heaving softly.

She probably had been like this for a little while, considering her lack of replies to anyone so far. Thus, it was no surprise when she didn't even budge after their teacher's request. In fact, she probably haven't heard it all, considering that Abigail never took her phones off, ever since the training was finished.

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Nevertheless, the hubbub would end up dying sooner rather than later, as it wouldn't take long for Enterprise to come in, along with their driver.

The ride to the support company wouldn't be a long either. Or it shouldn't have been, if not for a couple of unforeseen traffic jams, that extended the half hour trip to almost double that time. All the while as they did so, Enterprise entertained everyone with some random trivia and pro hero stories. Some of them particularly close to being tall stories, but anyone that knew Enterprise for a time would be aware that overexcitement was only natural of her.

Either way, as soon as the bus was parked, the blonde heroine distributed a visitor's pass for each of the students. Before any of them could disembark, however, she said, "Very well then, everyone. Listen to me for a little bit more. We are going to divide ourselves into two separate groups."

Abigail, Blair, Danielle, Eira, and Freya. You are going to be under Mr. Hayes' charge. I hope you ladies don't give him too much trouble, alright?" Enterprise winked as she said this last part.

"Gabriella, Jane, Peter, Phoebe, Renard, and Sofia. You are coming with me."

"Be sure you have everything you need with you. As soon as you are ready, we'll get going," Enterprise finally added as she stepped aside to let the students disembark and get ready for their trip.

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Paris Pantheon

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"Ahh, it was about time," Tristan thought as he heard the approach of Ywain's Master and then, his greeting to the other knight's one. The fact that Noon referred to her as a woman caught the Archer's attention for a moment but was quickly dismissed to the back of his mind. "If need be..." was the only thought he would spare towards this matter.

He still wasn't facing their way, instead, he had his profile turned towards the group's meeting spot as the wind billowed his cloak and hair while Tristan "gazed" at the west, in the direction in which the sun mad its dive under the horizon not too long ago. Or perhaps, if one paid proper attention... was it northwest that he faced? Like a literal portrait of melancholy and beauty that any painter would give their life for the chance to put into their canvas. A knight that longed for a distant place, not only in space but in time itself.

The days that'll come no more. Did he really have the right to seek atonement for his deeds? There was only one way of knowing, were the last thoughts in Tristan's mind as he brought his hand to Failnaught.

"Now, what shall you do, my friend? Your actions will decide your Master's as well as your own fate in this night..."

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@ManyThings@Danchou@King Cosmos

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Madhisi

Current Location: Canal District -- Into the Spider's Web

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Madhisi observed the two who "called" her here with a not small air of discomfort about her. Perhaps it was because of the way her left arm still ached despite she having treated it earlier, and that -- even now -- it was wrapped in bandages soaked with a healing ointment all the way to her fingertips. Or perhaps it was because they were flaunting so openly in front of her?

"I cannot say that I'm thankful for it. But, paying back debts is the way of my people," she said, staring back at the other Master. As she did so not only her gaze but her voice was tinged with a trace of sorrow and hatred for someone that wasn't there. "I... wasn't aware this was going to be so difficult when I set my mind on it..."

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@Froppy@Player 2@Floodtalon

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Paris Pantheon

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As one of the Servants he met yesterday came into the area of their meeting, Tristan turned around. He was facing the other man's direction. In fact, the red-haired Archer's eyes weren't even open, but the fact that his attention was directed to both him and his Master for a moment was unmistakable. A Servant like Tristan had no way of detecting Mages, but if they came this close to him, he could notice them with ease.

For a moment, it would be as if a hawk were watching them from above, ready to dive as soon as it spotted at openings. However, it wouldn't be long before Tristan faced away from them. With his eyes closed and head lowered it would be difficult for most to even guess whether or not he was awake or sleepwalking. But certainly, a Knight of the Round Table wouldn't do something such as sleeping on the battlefield, would he?

Nevertheless, the Archer's thoughts were focused into another issue at the moment. If this knight was were, it meant that his allies would also be soon enough, which included Sir Ywain and his Master. The latter of which Tristan had to make payback for the wounds inflicted to Yazhu in the previous night.

Tristan didn't blame Noon for his actions. Killing is only natural of a knight. Even women, children, and the elderly shall meet their end if they step on a battlefield. However, it was just as natural-- no, it was demanded of a knight to avenge their Lady's honor. The moment he chose to lay a hand on Yazhu, Noon accepted that he would become the target of Tristan's ire. He'd better be prepared for that.

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@ManyThings

Fate/Eternum

Mordred

For a moment, Mordred's words faltered her. As she grasped for what to say, Lancelot went ahead and spoke. His voice and demeanor were nothing like what she remembers from the last time they met, not long before the black knight's flight along with Guinevere. All the time up to this day, Mordred had to wonder what would have happened if this man had stayed in Camelot? Not only him but Tristan as well. How would their story have ended if the Knights of the Round Table never disbanded and the tragedy that followed it never happened?

"Hmm, hmm, worrying about the past won't change anything. That much I know already," she thought, shaking her head to dispel any further doubts, as the Knight of the Lake fell silent once more.

"Fath-- I mean, King Arthur," Mordred said, steadying her voice as she brought a hand to her chest, a habit that she had unconsciously acquired from her father. "I'll not ask you to forgive me for what I have done. The Kingdom you fought for was brought to ruin not because King couldn't understand the hearts of others, but because we couldn't understand yours. Just like Sir Lancelot said, you were a flawless king. I'm sure that all of our other comrades, wherever and whenever they are, share this same feeling. I understand now that I would never be able to endure the wish I asked for in that bloody hill."

"So, I beg of you, allow me to serve you once again. I may be a Servant now, but if I cannot have your blessing... I'll never be able to call myself a Knight of the Round Table, and the proud son of King Arthur ever again," Mordred lowered her head as she finished her plea. She couldn't bring herself to kneel before her father even if that was her first instinct. As a Servant now, she had an oath first to Seria and then to her King. Even if the latter would accept her back, that didn't mean her loyalty towards her current Master would change. Any knight that was capable of switching sides like this wasn't deserving of their title, after all.

Othis

"Hmm, I sure believe it if you are saying so," Othis replied to Holmes in her usual deadpan tone. "But sometimes, I can feel like I really empathize with Doctor Watson's plight. Being your partner is certainly very... exciting," she said-- without a trace of anything that even resembled excitement in her voice.

"I just have a few more routine tests to run, but they can wait until later. I'll do that through the night," Othis said, replying to her partner's question about her plans for the next few hours. "Why don't we walk around and see what we can find? I'm sure that, in a city like this, there is no shortage of cases that would require the assistance of the World's Greatest Detective," she added. In fact, accompanying Holmes whenever she wasn't doing her own work had become a habit of Othis and, no doubt, Holmes would also know of her late-night hobby of writing about whatever they would come across.

Maybe, once she got enough material, Othis could bring the stories of Sherlock Holmes to a new era?

"By the way, I heard that they are finishing the most recent expansion of the London based district after a mysterious knight won a tournament that would decide which district was going to be the next one expanded in their favor. According to the blueprints uploaded to the city's network, it seems that there's a place you'll probably want to check," the silver-haired mage said, basically admitting that she had been snooping around the city's archives, as she produced a holographic screen projecting the number of a certain address that her detective friend was sure to be well acquainted with.

Hinami Asakura

"Ahh, yes. The last thing that I would call that is a Master and Servant relationship," Hinami replied to Gray after placing her own order which was a lot more loaded -- and spicier -- than the dish ordered by the hooded girl before her. However, since her companion wasn't in the mood for drinking, Hinami complimented her order with just some tea for the two of them.

"I suppose that I can say that it has been alright so far. For someone who can be considered the world's oldest playboy, Gilgamesh is rather... tame, I guess? At least until something picks her attention, then he becomes as unstoppable as a juggernaut," the dark-haired mage said without a hint of shame or fear in her voice. "Now that I think about it, I wonder if he does have any literal ones in his treasury?" she added, thinking out loud.

"Either way, there's one thing I'm sure of. I'm certainly thankful for him even if he doesn't know about it. After all, it's only thanks to Gilgamesh that I'm able to settle here and not have to worry with the Association trying to dissect me like a lab rat," Hinami added in a sincere tone. "I mean, it's not because I can't die that it means that I can't be killed as well. And, I'm not looking forward to knowing the truth about this one," she jested, despite the gravity of having a Sealing Designation targetted towards her.

"But, so much for this digression. If you want some tips for the future, I guess that there's something I can tell you. Try to impose yourself. By the looks of it, you have a hectic future ahead of yourself and, it's in situations like that you need to remember that, ever since the ancient past, all men always seek us when they need stability. as long as you remember to not let yourself be dragged along in their crazy stunts, you should be alright."

"By the way, aren't you going to order anything for your friend?" Hinami said, pointing to Add.

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Madhisi

Current Location: Montmartre -- Workshop Near the Moulin Rouge

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As Madhisi was preparing to call Berseker and leave for their destination of tonight, a park as far from the place of her battle from last night as possible, not one, but two messages reached her almost at the exact same time.

The first one was from the persons she understood to be the overseer, probably some kind of arbiter meant to keep the order in this war. It alerted her about causing unneeded collateral damage, at the same time that it congratulated her for the first kill in the conflict. While Madhisi wasn't certain about what this overseer meant by "unneeded", if it was about taking the lives of innocents then it wasn't something that she had any intentions of doing again. On the other hand, the news that her adversaries from the previous night perished, where enough o bring a semblance of relief -- or was it satisfaction? -- to Madhisi's face.

A satisfaction that would last until as soon as she set her eyes on the following message, brought to her temporary home by what looked like a kind of familiar not very different from her golems:

"Greetings Master of Berserker, and apologies for making contact in such a boorish manner- however, it is a payment in kind to the way you have treated my city. Understand this- the message I am delivering unto you is not just a courtesy but the greatest generosity you will ever receive in your lifetime. A lifetime that was not cut mercilessly short not once but twice only because of my incredible magnanimity. You will now be given a choice, you will pay back these two favors or your debts will be collected.

Firstly you will use your command spell to order your servant to never raise a hand against Mirai Kurojishi or her Servant.

Secondly, you will use your command spell a second time to order your servant to defer to Mirai Kurojishi or her Servant as if they were your master.

Upon having done this you will be escorted to my workshop, without your servant who will remain where she is now until nightfall. If you leave your workshop without having first met these conditions you will perish long before you can retaliate. If you meet our demands when all of this is said and done you will receive the grail if you are still alive enough to hold it, as we have no need of it.

You have until dusk to decide."

This wasn't anything that she expected at all. But she could only conclude that this was the work of the second Master and Servant pair that she met yesterday. Madhisi had a basic understanding of what these Command Spells are and what they do but didn't particularly care for them since her objective.

Furthermore, she had experienced what this mysterious duo could do first-hand yesterday. It was completely possible that refusing this would result in her death before she could even take a step. Also, from the wording of this letter, it looked like they wanted to force her and Berserker into a position where they would be Servants to them. Never for one minute, Madhisi believed that the creator of this spider wanted to give anything to her.

Even so, she did as she was requested to. Using both Command Spells with the exact words that had been asked of her. If she could live now, there would probably be benefits out of this, like, especially, the chance to fight and kill others more easily. And maybe if this spider mage was really saying the truth, she could even get what she wanted out of this. Not that it was likely, after all.

After that, she waited to see what kind of escort would take her to where she needed to be.

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Archer
^{Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Latin District -- Paris Pantheon

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Once more, Failnaught's melody could be heard in the streets of Paris, echoing in a soft yet heart-wrenching way as Tristan played while the sunset approached. The last encounter of the previous night allowed Yazhu and Tristan not only to gauge their battle strategies but also to gather precious information. The Latin District, one of the oldest parts of the City of Light, was undoubtedly a place of great activity and one worth paying attention to. No doubt the best place for an Archer to do so in this region was the top of Paris' Phanteon going high above any other buildings of the mostly flat skyline and vast open spaces that composed this region of the city. There was no way anyone other than an Assassin would be able to approach them undetected, not now that Tristan was finely acquainted with his nature as a Servant.

"Master, it pains me to say this but I believe we do not have the luxury of trying to open dialogue with our enemies in this war. Not anymore at least, we would do better to gather information and take down any targets that present themselves as vulnerable. I shall not allow what happened yesterday to repeat itself. Seeing you injured pains me down too much, thus I'll be sure to cut down anyone who opposes us be them Servants or Magi. But, fear not, after this conflict is done for, I shall weep and lament their loss. That's the only thing I, who was born without a blessing, can do when I take out the lives of those who were," Tristan said, raising his voice only as his melody picked up the pace. Yes, that was the only thing to do. If he wished to make his oath to Yazhu become truth, the only option that Tristan had from now onward was to show the kind of terrible power that possessed.

"Come o Heroic Spirits who transcended time and death to join and do battle in this land. I shall put you to rest once more with my elegy," Tristan said in a wistful voice, not to his Master but rather hoping the wind carried his intention to the other Heroic Spirits who joined this Holy Grail War, just as the last note of his song was perfectly aligned with the tolling of Notre Dame's bells, announcing the beginning of another night of slaughter.

"It's time," he said in a somber voice as he got back to his feet and concentrated his attention on searching.

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