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Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine

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"I understand."

When Rider moved to stop the incoming blade, he would find that his own movements were a tiny bit slower than expected, and although his block was successful, the sword ended up slightly closer to him than he might have been anticipating. That strange slowness, however, disappeared as he completed his defensive maneuver and began attacking.

This, of course, was the effect of Saber's crimson blade. He could clearly see that it had begun to take effect on his opponent, although it seemed that the man he was up against was particularly skilled in "defensive fighting" to the point where the vulnerability he had inflicted was no issue, at least for the moment. Still, the slight downgrade Rider had received only allowed Saber more time to guard against the attack made in response.

The last swing of Sauvagine had been a maneuverable one, in preparation for the broader movements of the spear. Saber clasped both hands onto the hilt swung his sword at the shaft to deflect the thrust, ducking his head in the opposite direction to be doubly sure he wasn't struck. From there, Lancer would likely be a bit surprised to see that while he was backing up to regain the advantage of his reach, Saber was doing the exact same thing. He stopped at a point a few feet beyond the range of the spear, weapon still at the ready.

"I'm very impressed! Your dexterity and courage are commendable. Having experienced your abilities, I'm ready to hear you out. Speak up!"

He didn't particularly trust Rider's Master, who had made light of their duel and tried to seduce him, but he accepted the pair as a single package, and the respect he had for this eastern fighter was enough to erase his misgivings about the magus.

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^{Commanding Contact (@King Cosmos), Diplomacy Duo (@Indra@The World), and Spectating Shooters (@Red Alice@Phonic)}

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Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine

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The Sword of Cruelty put a crack in Rider's armour, and bit less than an inch into his flesh. Nonetheless, Saber watched with respect as his enemy moved gracefully to minimize the damage. This man was obviously a hero with great talent in evasion and defence, and although he had made a misstep, he had expertly recovered from it.

Nonetheless, Sauvagine had landed a hit, and even if that hit was minor it still allowed for some amount of absorption. Given the minor nature of the damage, it wasn't a large amount, and it certainly wasn't something Rider would notice until Saber launched his next attack. Nonetheless, the crimson armour and Rider's body both became a bit more brittle, and the eastern fighter's ability to block and evade was reduced slightly.

"A second opportunity like that? I wouldn't expect you to. You shine brilliantly as a spearman, and I can see the righteousness is your eyes."

Rider was moving back, but Saber wasn't about to sacrifice the ground he had gained within the spear's reach. A few bounding steps brought him in pursuit of the enemy as he backed away, keeping himself at short a range in which swinging a longer weapon around would be somewhat uncomfortable. Moving to Rider's left flank. Saber swung his weapon horizontally with his right hand in a small and maneuverable arc towards his shoulder.

"Master, I'm beginning to see what this hero is made of." He spoke through the mental link he shared with Cleo, "I'm sure I could defeat him or drive him off, but he's still open to a dialogue. I leave the decision to you- though keep in mind we've already committed ourselves to a warband. If their goal is to set up a base in this section of Paris, I don't think it would be wise to allow that."

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^{Commanding Contact (@King Cosmos), Battle Bunch (@Indra@The World), and Spectating Shooters (@Red Alice@Phonic)}

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Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine

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Saber had already become accustomed to this warrior's swiftness. He had no misconceptions about the rate at which he could react. His own ability to adapt was high, however. In all his life, he had not once been left stunned by an opponent's abilities, and the same held true in his undeath as a Servant. The instant Rider began to lift himself from the ground, Saber understood what was happening and removed the "commitment" from his swing. Since it would fail to connect, there was no need to follow through.

Perhaps the hand-to-hand talent from his Bravery played a part, but in any case the kick his foe launched was something Saber was capable of foreseeing and responding to. As Rider extended his leg, it would meet empty air, with its target having lowered his stance and moved scarcely two feet back. The extended limb passed in front of Saber's face like a bullet train, scattering the air enough to perhaps disturb Rider's Master as she stood at the edge of the battle. Even before that leg was halfway extended, though, Saber brought down his red-iron blade with one hand in an effort to slice through the thigh.

If Rider continued as planned after this attack and vaulted over Saber's head, the paladin would leap into the air without hesitation. Launching oneself with a pole required the pole to be extended for a moment away from them. In battle, a wide swing that struck nothing created the opening for a counterattack. That being the case, Saber would deliver a triad of quick thrusts to his enemy's chest, belly, and right shoulder while the longer weapon was stuck in its follow-through. He would move backwards at the same rate as Rider tried to get behind him, as if to say do you really want to expose yourself by flying past me?

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^{Battle Bunch (@Indra@The World) and Spectating Shooters (@Red Alice@Phonic)}

Ready for a Bizarre Journey?! (JoJo/JJBA-Based game)

Hi there! What I have for you today is a game heavily inspired by JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. I'll be your GM.

When I say heavily inspired I mean to say that there'll be Stand abilities, supernatural beings, mystical artifacts, and hopefully some horrific wardrobe choices. It's worth noting, though, that this adventure won't specifically take place in the canon JoJo setting, so I won't be allowing any of the big canon names (someone with the nickname JoJo is fine, but limit of one in the party), and I can't guarantee the presence of arrows either.

Players will be a small group of Stand users and similar types on a journey across the world. You'll be up against a series of enemy Stand users, played mostly by me. You're welcome to introduce your character as a villain and then join the party after being defeated, though you'd run a small risk of outright getting killed. Be careful. Fights will be a matter of creativity, smarts, and the rule of cool.

This is obviously somewhat lacking in specifics, especially given all the different things JoJo can bring to mind depending on which part you're thinking of (personally I'm focusing on the vibes of parts 3, 4, and 7), but I'd like to see if anyone takes to this general idea before banging out more details, taking your tastes into account.

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Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine

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So, his opponent had sharp eyes as well. Judging the point where Saber would land and moving out of the way was no easy thing, displaying great swiftness and battle-sense on the part of this red-armoured fighter. An eastern hero, by the looks of him.

"You're quick. A Lancer, are you?"

He landed just where Rider had been standing a moment ago. From the damage done to the ground beneath Saber's feet, it was obvious that Rider would be in a sorry state had he stayed where he was. The paladin stood still for a moment, as his foe lowered his weapon and the magus spoke of an alliance. She was obviously trying to cloud his mind with desire, but he was too focused for such things. He stood silent for a moment as he received Cleo's decision, and nodded to himself.

"As my Master commands. I'll be happy to listen to the words of someone who can last a few minutes against me."

The dent Saber had made in the road only got bigger as he pushed off from the ground. Closing the distance that lay between them now was nothing compared to the tremendous leap from a moment ago. The enemy was carrying a spear against his sword, which meant he would have a hard time at the edge of the longer weapon's reach, but he'd have greater maneuverability if he could get within a few feet of Rider. He aimed to enter a close distance where swinging a spear would be awkward, and placed himself on his opponent's left side, standing in the way of the eastern direction they had been travelling.

Where was this Saber's weapon? To the enemy, it would be unclear for a moment as he obscured it with his body and moved with the finesse of a one-on-one combat expert. Unexpectedly, he brought his crimson-tinted blade in an upwards slash at "Lancer's" torso. Every misstep on his opponent's part would afford him another step inside of the spear's reach. Another step towards victory.

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^{Battle Bunch (@Indra@The World)}

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Hero of Patience

Latin District, by the River Seine

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As the Rider of Six Coins and his Master chatted and made their way eastward along the Seine, they would surely feel a presence approaching rapidly from the north. Something radiant and unapologetic, oozing magical energy, could only have been a Servant.

Well, the speed at which it moved was also a good hint.

Saber dashed through the streets towards the river, his feet leaving marks in the road similar to what a normal man's might leave in a fresh layer of snow. He laid eyes on his targets from across the river. Out of the different presences which he could feel within the city, he had chosen to pursue the man before him. The group Cleo and he had joined was waging war from the east side of the city. The enemy bases already around, he had decided, would require some manner of co-ordinated raid or siege to reliably overcome, but an opponent who was only making their way into the area struck him as something more manageable.

He was heading towards these people with clear intent, so it was up to them how they chose to ready themselves. They would, perhaps, still believe they had a few moments to prepare, as the river Seine lay between them. However-

"This is a challenge!"

The hero did not make for the bridge perhaps a hundred meters westward. Instead he ran to the water's edge, and without slowing down, leapt over the river. The man, in midair, grinned down at the pair.

"Do you accept it?"

A wicked-looking sword materialized in Saber's right hand as he flew over the water. The jump was a forceful thing, but apparently also quite accurate as he hurdled down towards the enemy Servant. Despite the reckless and hot-headed impression he gave off, he seemed to be quite precise and measured in his movements. Without a defensive response, he would land with his blade lodged squarely in this man's skull.

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^{Battle Bunch (@Indra@The World)}

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Hero of Patience

Rooftop, Latin District

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As introductions came about and a challenge was given, the paladin remained standing on the roof with his arms crossed. His expression certainly showed some reaction when he learned that he was in the presence of two of King Arthur's knights, and when the red-haired bowman seemed to be gauging the likelihood of fighting both Ywain and himself, Saber shook his head and looked down to where his new allies stood on the street at that moment.

"My comrade. If your desire tonight is to test yourself against a foe you knew in life, I'll let you enjoy yourself and take no part of this combat."

With that clarified, he allowed a battle to rage around him. He smiled as he watch Ywain leap past him towards Tristan, and still did not move a muscle as violent attacks were launched by both sides. He made the smallest sound of reaction as he noted the strange projectiles the enemy was making use of.

"I'm certainly glad that I'm watching Sir Tristan's abilities unfold rather than being subject to them myself. Arrows that can't be seen? Very threatening indeed!"

Saber seemed to be speaking to himself. He dropped down from the roof to the street and strode over to Ywain's Master, closing the distance in a few moments even as the man made great haste to keep up with his Servant.

"Take care now, Sir Noon. I appreciate your confidence and boldness despite being a Master in a war of Servants, but if you happened to be struck it would limit your knight's ability to complete the duel he's engaged himself in. With that said, best of luck to you, my allies!"

He shouted that last part out loudly enough that even the women who had departed might have heard it echoing down the street. As he stepped away from the modern knight, he wore a cheerful expression, clearly content with his friend having found a solid opponent for the night. Still, there was a certain determination in his eyes to find something like that for himself. Fortunately...

"Saber. You're free to engage in combat if you wish."

"Thank you very much, Master. Rest assured, I'll use the permission you've given me to aid our victory, rather than for my own enjoyment."

It was mostly true. In any case, battle and enjoyment went hand in hand for Saber. He focused his mind for a moment, reaching out with his senses to search for Servants within the district. A moment passed, and he nodded to himself. Seemingly, this was a popular area tonight, and he had singled one presence out of many. It would be best, he decided, to move with a little more speed despite the environmental damage that would cause.

Noon might have spied Saber for another moment as he chased after the fight, but as soon as he blinked, he would find the Servant had vanished, leaving nothing but cracked cobblestones behind.

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^{Shared-perception Superior (@King Cosmos), Clashing Combatants (@SSW@KoL), and At-risk Ally (@Danchou)}

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Hero of Patience

Rooftop, Latin District

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"Excellent! I look forward to fighting alongside the lot of you."

From his seat on the rooftop, the paladin grinned at his new companions. It sounded as though there were still some terms and small details to be worked out, but those were things he supposed were more concerning Cleo than to himself. If she informed him that the alliance was unworkable at that fighting was necessary, he would be saddened, but that's just how it would be. Saber wasn't one to complain about allies, so it was unlikely that there would be a problem as long as his Master accepted these people.

Not to mention, there was a knight among them! Not as a Servant, but as a Master! It did Ogier's heart some good to know that some amount of tradition and honour had been sustained, given how society as a whole had changed since his death many centuries ago. With that said, this hero was no stranger to the world changing over time, but this difference was ever greater than when he had returned to France from Avalon after 200 years.

"...Hm."

From their reactions, it was clear to Saber that all of his fellows had also taken note of yet another strong presence in the area. However, given his position on top of a building, Saber had the easiest time simply turning around and gazing across the rooftops to lay eyes on the new arrival. It wasn't so unusual, given that three Servants already stood in the open, but this fourth one didn't seem to be approaching to join them. Ogier rose to his feet and turned to face the stranger, arms crossed.

"Hello over there! It's easy to see why such a large gathering might draw yet another warrior here, but why don't you come closer? Declare yourself, and let us know your intent!"

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^{Mind-Linked Master (@King Cosmos), Glorious Gang (@Danchou@SSW@Sunglass@1Charak2), Advancing Archer (@KoL), and Sneaky Spies (@Crusader Lord@Cu Chulainn)}

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Hero of Patience

Latin District

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"Very well! I'll stop marvelling at these sights and focus on the task you've given me."

This was the last message Saber sent to Cleo before he began moving quite a bit faster southward and scanning closer to ground level. The man, in spirit form, hopped from rooftop to rooftop, often focusing his mind to scan for large pools of magical energy. Eventually, something brushed against the edge of his senses. He quickly turned and changed direction, heading towards what he had sensed. Two Servants! And their Masters, as well! If they were already clashing, the situation would be perfect to fulfil his mission by observing them.

With just a few more leaps..!

As Noon laid out the terms under which he would accept an alliance, the unmistakable presence of a Servant rocketed into the group's area of perception, landing on a rooftop a half-dozen or so buildings away that gave a fine view down into the meeting. The Servant's form began to materialize from thin air, moving into the physical world like a player emerging from behind a curtain.

"Good evening, all!"

On that rooftop was a man armoured in a mix of padding and polished steel. He wore no helmet at the moment, so the gathering before him could look upon the smiling face of a man that remained handsome and robust despite a few scars. He held no weapons in his hands, instead raising them into the air as a signal of peacefulness. The sudden addition of a third Servant presence was sure turn some heads and cause its share of alarm, after all.

"Have no fear! I'm not here to do battle, and though I thought that you all might have been out here for that reason, it seems I was quite off the mark! If its an alliance you're forming, count me in! Sir Noon, Bold knight of Britain! His companion! And the noble ladies! Let me join your warband for a time, hm?"

@Danchou@SSW@Sunglass@1Charak2@King Cosmos

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Hero of Patience

Latin District, Northern Edge

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"Have I found anything yet? I've found a glorious city. I've found stout and good-hearted people. I've found buildings reminiscent of my own time, unlike the rectangles of smooth stone and steel which the Grail informed me of."

A robust man materialized for a moment on a rooftop, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain, and lingering for a spell on the tower that functioned as a beautiful sort of centrepiece for Paris. He conferred with his Master, who had elected to manage operations from her workshop, using their shared mental link.

"But no, I've not found any Servants or Masters yet if that's what you mean."

It irked this man that his orders forbade him from engaging in combat. Were that not the case, he could have simply let loose the full measure of his presence as a Servant and allowed some interesting person to come to him. Of course, Cleo was only being logical and playing her cards carefully. As her Servant, he wouldn't actually move against her wishes.

Still, this man was no Assassin. His presence could be minimized to a point, but not concealed from those in his vicinity. It wouldn't align with his Master's desires, but an excited smile crept for a moment onto the hero's face. If he was attacked by someone too quick to escape from, he would have to defend himself. It wouldn't do for him to get killed without fighting back, or for Cleo to spend a command seal to get him out of trouble.

Besides, observing the skills of fellow heroes was certainly no sour job or waste of time.

"Don't worry. The night is still young, and I can cover a fair bit of ground. Reconnaissance isn't one of the things I'm renowned for, but have faith in this hero to carry out anything you command, Master."

The man began to dematerialize, leaving a disturbance in the air like the slight pressure on a lake from a twig or insect that hasn't quite broken the surface tension. The last part to vanish was a head with an enthusiastic grin. A war of this size was sure to hold its share of joys and surprises for Ogier the Dane.

@King Cosmos