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Hero of Patience

Northern Latin District, MeetingShooting Place in the Streets




Saber's vigil under the street lamp came to an end when Sirs Noon and Ywain approached. He smiled at their presence and grabbed by a handle some sort of rectangular box that had been sitting on the ground next to him. Multicoloured cardboard bearing a logo would flash briefly in the moonlight as he waved at the knights, and a slight clinking of glass would reveal its nature: an eight-pack of beer.

"Comrades! Good to see you made it through the night! A thief, though? Did someone make off with some of your things around the time you faced Sir Tristan?"

He patted himself for a moment, as if searching for something that might be missing. He seemed relieved afterwards, though it wasn't like he carried some wallet or key- just his armour and weapons.

That relief was short-lived, though.

The paladin's eyes darted southward as killing intent and magical energy flared towards them. Immediately, he leaped to stand in front of Cleo, summoning Courtain. A sword, shorter than Sauvagine though nonetheless a longsword, appeared in his free hand ready to intercept attacks targeting his Master. Oddly enough, it remained sheathed despite being held forward in a battle-ready position.

When he found that the attacks were coming at Noon, he remained tense. He couldn't expose his Master to this kind of attack, even to save his ally. He could only hope that the miraculous defensive power of Sir Ywain's ring would hold up against Failnaught's strange projectiles as it had last night.

"Master. To safety. Now. I can't act until you're secure. He kept his eyes on the distant Tristan, but reached with his free hand into his eight-pack and extended a beer towards the place where Ywain had secured himself. A small measure of anger had touched the generally jovial expression of this Saber. "Want one, knight? I didn't expect your fellow over there to be partial to that kind of attack, but to each his own I suppose."

He moved as needed in order to stay between the Archer and Cleo for the time being, and spoke to her without looking.

"Now, give me your orders."



@King Cosmos@KoL@Danchou@SSW
Room for one more?


A few of our party haven't been heard from recently. I'll let you know.
You're right! Good catch, my man.

I'm liking our characters so far.
@1Charak2@knifeman@Ambra@Lord Orgasmo@MadManMoon Here's the character sheet for applications. Keep in mind we will be in or near the 2000s when writing backstories, and expect more premise information within the day to help with backstory writing.

@Ambra Do you still have a friend interested in playing?


Painter First, Magus Second

Apartment Workshop, Core District




This place was found? Despite the fine pieces that shroud it? Fair enough, I suppose.

Hemlock crossed the room, passing between numerous easels covered by cloths, more than there had been last night, arranged in the most pleasing formation he had been able to manage. He was able to detect the opposing pair as they approached the boundary of his building. That being the case, they would see a second-story window swing partially open at their arrival.

"You're shaking, sir." A younger man's voice called down to the elderly Master. "Even so, you're bold to approach a workshop so directly. My Servant will come down there to kill yours, and then you'll be free from all this stress. You'll have no more reason to tremble."

He sounded calm. Not disinterested, but no more than irritated. Was this the "cold blooded murdering magus" Cerzelium had imagined he would meet, then? No. How the old man interpreted him was another matter, but the truth was he was simply focused on other things. The idea that his studio was under threat captured his attention, but since it was simple a duel of Servants there was little chance his art would be harmed. Still, there was no telling how things would end up if things went wrong.

The window closed.

"Attack immediately, Lancer. This isn't a fight where you can get much use from your favoured tactics of retreating and confounding the enemy. Stand strong and defeat that Rider. Use your Noble Phantasm if that's what it takes to get rid of the threat."

He stepped back into the room and stacked together a few key canvases from different easels. Best to be ready if the place had to be abandoned. With that done, he idly picked up a smaller handheld canvas and began a portrait of the magus below. All this was done with greater investment that his words to Cerzelium. There could be no effort or precaution too great when it came to art, after all.



@Sunglass@Unoedipal@Phonic
Ooh, I see, I see. A vampire character should be interesting. I'll probably have to disallow the creation of ghouls, or at least the mass creation of them, as that's quite a powerful way to raise an army.
Yeah, Spin is out for now since the way it progresses and gets used in its part is fairly enjoyable and need not be spoiled. Hamon is fine- so far the idea seems to not have a lot of vampires going on so you'd be closer to part 3 Joseph than part 2 Joseph or Jonathan in terms of Hamon usefulness. Not sure what you mean by the other side of Hamon. Healing? Creating tension and manipulating objects?

That's an interesting Stand idea. The ability lets you speak with the dead, essentially? But not just any dead person, as they need to have a song associated with them. Did you mean more like a song that represents a close relationship you had with them, or are you saying you only want to conjure dead musicians and the like?

You guys can go ahead and keep voicing input for the next day or two, before I come out with the official story premise, character sheet, and rules.
Hero of Patience

Northern Latin District, Meeting Place in the Streets




Under the light of a streetlamp, on the ground instead of a roof this time, stood the paladin. He wore his armour, as his modern clothes would fall uselessly to the ground if it became necessary to spiritualize. He crossed his arms as he glanced occasionally towards either end of the street.

"...Maybe Sir Ywain and Sir Noon met their ends here last night."

Saber's tone held no fear, nor humour, nor sadness. If the knights he had agreed to fight with had been killed, then that was that. They were knights, after all, and they had agreed to do battle against Archer. Still, even if the idea of them dying in battle brought him no tears, the idea of them surviving brought him hope and happiness. He cared for them, but did not hate the lack of them. A one-sided coin.

"Let's not linger too long. If neither the knights nor the ladies show themselves soon, we have better ways to spend our time."

He spoke aloud. His Master had accompanied him this night, although she had hidden herself for the time being. A fair decision, he supposed, since it wasn't like they were waiting in ambush. He was the one with the presence that would draw the attention of others in the district. Speaking of which, the radiance of another Servant touched his senses. Leaning a bit to gaze southward between a set of buildings, he could vaguely make out a man standing on the Pantheon, far in the distance. Was it Sir Tristan? If so, the Archer could probably see him much better than vice versa. Saber raised his hands, no weapon in either, to show that he wasn't there to fight. He then flashed Tristan a thumbs-up that seemed to say good luck out there tonight.

I've gone and made too many friends. He thought idly to himself. Some of them will probably have to die.



@King Cosmos@KoL
Buildings, mostly. We're mobsters, but underground ones, so I suppose we have access to some sort of hideout given the police are obviously aiming to dismantle our group.
Interesting, interesting! I like the sound of it. Can you tell me more about what are situation will be, physically speaking?
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