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Xavier Arkwright

Great Scott look at the size of that thing, Eastern Field, Fuyuki City


Xavier listened closely to what other Masters and guests had to say, trying to decipher as much information as he could about the nature of the predicament that had necessitated that meeting in the first place. There was a young girl among them, called Izumi Airi by one of the guests, who looked no older than sixteen; Her outfit looked sloppy and kind of ragged, her manners were crude, vulgar and unrefined, and all in all she did not behave like a proper mage in the slightest. Normally, a highly conservative magus devoted to the study of his craft like Xavier Arkwright should feel appaled by such improper behaviour and such blatant disrespect for etiquette. Luckily, Xavier was not as prejudiced as most of his kind were, and right now was more interested in what this Airi girl had to say, rather than what her standing in the magus society was.

From what little the blue-haired magus could gather, the Holy Grail War was being interfered with by a mysterious third party. That 'Black-Haired Man' as they refered to him as was apparently strong enough to kill a Knight-Class Servant. His true motives, as of this moment, were unknown. The Arkwright heir had hoped that the sparkiling fellow they refered to as Ruler would've been able to clear all the confusion surrounding this mysterious Black-Haired Man. Indeed, the Overseer of the Holy Grail War began to explain the situation to all the masters and servants in greater detail. But then, all of a sudden...

"Everybody move!"


Ruler didn't have to yell at them twice; With his keen senses, Xavier had already picked up some kind of disturbance in the air before all Hell had broke loose. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it still caused the hairs on the back of his neck to raise up. The young magus hastily used his Wind magecraft to create a small gale of his own. With such short cast time, it wasn't nearly strong enough to be used as a means to harm whatever enemy was approaching, and Xavier knew it, but it was still just barely strong enough to push the lean-figured young adult backwards, out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding a gargantuan mass of stone that came crushing at them with extreme destructive force.

"Is that thing... a golem? No, that's not logical..." The blue-haired magus muttered, as he stared up awestruck at the towering monstrosity that had quite literally crashed this party! It had fetures resembling a golem, but its size was infinitely bigger than any pictures of golems Xavier had seen during his arduous studies as a growing magus. It looked more like a fortified structure, a formidable castle, than it did a standard golem. Who could have possibly summoned this? Could this be the work of one of the Holy Grail War's participants, who planned to take out all their competition in one fell swoop? No, that didn't make sense either. Golemancy was a pretty rare type of magecraft in the modern era as it was, but the thought that a regular magus would've been capable of creating a Familiar of such massive scale was simply absurd! Then who controlled this titanic beast? Could this possibly be the work of the 'third party' that everybody had been talking about...?

All those thoughts raced in Xavier's highly calculative mind. It was then that the gigantic 'castle' activated a myriad visible forcefields and literal shields to protect its person with. The Arkwright Master's eyes widened. "Caster, are you alright...? Whatever this thing is, it's clear that conventional attacks won't work on it while it's in that state! Can your magecraft possibly break through its defenses?" Xavier shouted at his Servant, while also looking around to see where his Servant actually had ended up after the giant's first attack. At the same time, the sharply-dressed magus removed his glasses and began applying Reinforcement to his own eyes. While his own magecraft would likely be insufficient to deal with this towering golem, it would still be useful to increase his own reflexes through amplifying his eyesight - especially after he had only barely avoided the enemy's first attack earlier...

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oh crap, that was unexpected lmao.

I'll try posting sometime tomorrow.
I guess I could react to the most recent posts, but I'd rather wait for either a Moses post first, or the upcoming Ruler expositional post.
Fast-travel of Xavier and Moses is complete! Sorry for taking this long everyone.
Xavier Arkwright

Arkwright Residence, Northern Shinto, Fuyuki City


“In any case, we should get moving. I take it you know where this meeting is to take place?”


"Only vaguely so..." Xavier confirmed with a nod. "The message I was relayed simply mentioned that the meeting will take place somewhere in the Eastern Field." The blue-haired youth explained, while adjusting his glasses upon the bridge of his nose. "I'd wager, though, that this will be all the information we'll need in order to find it. Logic dictates that a gathering of so many Servants at once should be easy enough to locate once we're in the area." The overly analytical young magus reasoned, feeling once again confident about his assertion.

"Let's go. The Eastern Field is in close enough proximity to where we are right now that we should be able to get there by walking in a reasonable amount of time." With that, the Arkwright Master motioned for Caster to follow him as he walked off at a reasonably hasty pace...




One Cinematic Transition later, Eastern Field, Fuyuki City


At last they had made it... True to Xavier's calculations, getting there on foot had not taken too long. And again, just as Xavier had predicted, finding the gathering place of all the Servants was not that hard once they arrived at the Eastern Field - though that was less attributed to the presence of said Servants, and more to the fact that the meeting place itself stuck out like a sore thumb, bearing festive lights that made it shine like a shinning star in the dark of the night, along with what looked like tables filled with various snacks and beverages, as if this was a party of some sort!

After making sure that Caster had caught up, Xavier approached the "party" site. Once he was there, he calmly announced his presence, so as not to startle the rest of the patrons in the vicinity. "Good evening. My name is Xavier Arkwright, and I am a participant of the Holy Grail War." The blue-haired magus introduced himself, before gesturing towards Caster's general direction. "This is my Servant. He may reveal his Class to you at his own discretion." The Arkwright heir then bowed slightly in a respectful manner, as he spoke in a somewhat apologetic tone. "To whoever the host of this meeting is, my sincere apologies for arriving in such a belated fashion. I assure you this was not intentional. It was simply that I had not summoned my Servant yet when your message first came to me."

After his apology, and while waiting for whoever the host of this meeting was to answer, Xavier finally took a breather, which allowed him to actually get a better look at the rest of the meeting's attendants; Some of them he could identify as Servants at first glance - such as a ludicrously tall, brutish hulk of a man garbed in lavish clothing and an animal skin of all things, a silver-haired man in dark, knight-like armor, and a woman of Amazonian height and proud stature. Others he was fifty-fifty on.

Xavier reasoned that he would have more than enough time to individually check each Servant's parameters later on during the meeting, but right now the subject of this meeting itself was a more pressing matter. "That aside... for what purpose have we all been summoned here in this manner tonight? Or has such a question been answered already in the timeframe before our arrival here?"

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On another note, I've compiled a brief synopsis of all major RP events so far. Bear in mind, it's a pretty light-hearted summary, so please don't take some of the jokes in there too seriously. Anyway, I'll share it here for your enjoyment:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/17MCXVOlEqWvsMo9I1N8AberzIjwJ2ZHY0Fb7LRRD3bE/edit?usp=sharing
Airi cracks me up, Emperor Norton is like your kooky grandpa who has occasional moments of sagely wisdom, and Ruler just wanted to become a party planner all along
Anyway...

@Moonlit Sonata I need to figure out how to get Xavier and Moses there. Check your PM's when you can.

@Cu Chulainn Well, if Cao Cao ends up getting killed later on, you could have Hisoka summon my currently unclaimed Caster... please? I joke about the "please" part, I'd be fine either way, but it'll still be an option if you're interested.
Xavier Arkwright

Arkwright Residence, Northern Shinto, Fuyuki City


“Peace be with you,” Servant Caster spoke softly, but his words easily filled the basement, I ask of you, are you my Master?


"Yes, that would be me." The young, blue-haired Master replied with an affirmative nod. "I'm Xavier Arkwright, born to the Arkwright family of mages. It's an honor to meet you, Leader of the Exodus." The well-dressed magus introduced himself, before giving a slight, respectful bow towards the pale-haired Servant in front of him. He was pretty confident that he had not messed up his Servant's true identity, especially after all the trouble he had gone through to acquire the right catalyst. Admitedly, he kind of expected to see a wisened old man, as was the most common portrayal of the figure in question. Now that Xavier had given it some more thought, however, it made sense that the Holy Grail would manifest Heroic Spirits in their younger, most potent form, which would be more suitable for battle, rather than as older men. "Of course, I can easily refer to you by your Class name, if you would prefer..." Xavier explained, hoping to not have accidentally offended the pale-haired man that stood before him. The Arkwright Master proceeded to check the Servant's Parameters with his Clairvoyance - out of curiosity, if nothing else. His Strength and Endurance where ranked quite low, which probably was a sign that he did not belong to the four Knight Classes. By far his highest stat appeared to be Mana, which provided Xavier with a decent guess of what his Servant's Class could be. "Caster, I presume? Of course, feel free to correct me, if I'm wrong..." Xavier said, hoping to not have just embarassed himself by guessing wrongly. While it was still possible that he could be an Assassin or even a Berserker, he was better known for having performed many miracles and thaumaturgical feats in life. Him being a Caster was really the most sensible guess, from Xavier's point of view. But, if he was wrong, he was confident that his Servant would let him know...

"Now, I understand that you probably have a lot of questions you want to ask me right now, and the same is true for me. Unfortunately, time is not a commodity either of us can afford right now. You see, before summoning you, I had gotten an invitation to an emergency meeting hosted by a person called 'Ruler'. The exact purpose of the meeting was not disclosed, but the host was quite clear that the presence of all participants of the Holy Grail War - and especially Servants - is required, and that failure to do so will result in them being branded as rogue entities at best, or eliminated at worst." Xavier proceeded to explain to his Servant, skipping the rest of the formalitites and just giving him the raw facts. "Therefore, I think that our foremost priority as of now must be to get to the rendezvous point as soon as possible. Even though my attendance to the meeting is not strictly speaking mandatory, I believe it is for the best that we go together. Firstly, it would be very inconvenient if somebody tried to assault either of us while we're separated. Secondly, given how well-known the Arkwright family is amongst magi, I fully expect my identity to be compromised sooner or later, meaning that showing myself amongst other Masters will not be as harmful in the long run."

Having finished his kind of lengthy bout of exposition, Xavier took a deep breath, waiting for his Servant to take in all that information and provide his own thoughts on the matter...

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Xavier has now officially made his debut, yay!

Please don't start the party meeting without us. I want some snacks too!
Xavier Arkwright

Arkwright Residence, Northern Shinto, Fuyuki City


A young man silently watched from behind a window as the sun slowly set - painting the horizon in breathtaking shades of red, orange, and a little bit of violet. He’s tall, but not too tall, and lean, while he was sharply dressed in a dark grey suit and maroon dress shoes. His short, wavy hair was an odd shade of blue, while he wore a stylish pair of glasses on his person - the lenses turning into two bright rectangles as they reflected what little light the sun could spare before the warmth-giving star would leave this part of the Earth for the next few hours. To put it in layman’s terms, it was almost nighttime, which here meant that one Xavier Arkwright needed to hurry up!

Not too long ago, a messenger from the Holy Church had knocked on Xavier’s very doorstep - or, to be more precise, the doorstep of his current residence that he had booked before even arriving in Fuyuki City - as they informed our blue-haired magus that an entity known as ‘Ruler’ had called for a meeting between all participants of the Holy Grail War on neutral ground. Xavier had informed the Mage’s Association of his participation in the Holy Grail War beforehand, so it didn’t really surprise him that the Holy Church were also aware of his presence in Fuyuki City. After all, usually when the name of a well-known magi family like the Arkwright’s came up, news tended to travel twice as fast. Problem was… Xavier hadn’t even summoned a Servant yet! He had made all the necessary preparations, but between setting up a Bounded Field and various traps around his home, preparing the summoning ritual, getting hold of a catalyst to summon a Servant with, all the while studying what little material he could find on past Grail Wars, he had not anticipated that he would have to actually summon a Servant this soon. However, the invitation from this ‘Ruler’ person meant that Xavier now pretty much had to do so.

Brushing past the fine furniture of his lavish, pre-furnished home, the Arkwright heir climbed down the wooden staircase leading to the main hall, then proceeded to take a second pair of stairs down to the basement, where the summoning circle was located; The lighting in said basement was kind of dim (as tends to be the case with most basements), yet there was hardly a speck of dirt to be seen anywhere around. Though he didn’t like bragging about it, Xavier was actually surprisingly good at housekeeping duties for a male! In fact, one of the first things he had done once arriving in this house was meticulously cleaning up the basement. In retrospect, maybe spending so much effort on trivial tasks was precisely why he had taken so long to summon a Servant.

The blue-haired magus glanced at a peculiar shard of rock that rested atop a shelf nearby. He raised his arm and pointed his open palm towards it, as he focused his magical energy on it. Within a second, the shard of rock was now suddenly in his very hand. Xavier examined the piece of rock closely, feeling up with his fingers the text that was engraved on it; It was faint, having grown muddier with the ages, and appeared to be written in some kind of dead Hebrew dialect. Luckily, Xavier had already made sure to find out exactly what the translation was…

“Thou shall not kill…”

The irony of such a phrase in the context of the Holy Grail War was not lost on the young Arkwright soon-to-be Master. Though he had never killed anybody in his life, nor did he feel particularly eager to, Xavier knew that the very nature of this time-old competition would probably force its participants to commit acts that went against their usual code of morality. The glasses-wearing youth touched the edge of the rock shard, which was actually quite sharp where the mineral had been broken. With a swift motion, Xavier used the sharp edge of the rock to cut his own palm, wincing and grunting slightly in pain as he did. He let his own blood drip on the summoning circle that was under his feet, then placed the shard of rock in the center of said circle. He took a few steps back and held his now open hand over the runic circle, bleeding palm facing downwards, revealing an elaborate red mark etched on the skin on the back of the young adult’s hand - his Command Seals.

And thus, Xavier Arkwright began the mystical chant that so many magi had used in the past…

“Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill...”

… so many people putting everything on the line for one, single, solitary wish. A chance to right wrongs, a chance to make things right… or in other cases, to sate their own greedy desires, or even to bring destruction. Regardless of their motivations for joining this ‘game’, they were all people who aspired to do the impossible. And, as Xavier was finishing reciting the summoning chant, a realization hit him that he was now officially one of them…

“... come forth, Protector of the Balance!”

There was no turning back now…

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