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Nenet Isis Titania

Bellagio



Nenet rounded about at that question. Well, information gathering was still very much in the early stages, but it didn't hurt to share the most prevalent bit- a fight occurring where anybody could see it, how considerate of them.

"We've got quite the roster here. Two brutes are already throwing blows at one another, and are being very impressive about it. You'd probably have a shot of just about matching them, but it would take using that Oni blood of yours to the fullest and your passive Noble Phantasm." In other words, the first two Servants of this war who had entered a brawl were already demonstrating a level of combat strength that met or even exceeded a Saber-class Servant. She tapped her chin, eyes sparkling in spite of the nature of what she was saying. How fun. "Neither of them seem to have revealed any trump cards yet, either- they aren't even fighting with their weapons, so unless their Noble Phantasms are trash, we'd be at a disadvantage. I doubt heroes with this level of power would have subpar trump cards, anyway. Very nice, this much data this early's definitely a blessing."

Inhale. Exhale. Newly-gathered data was added to the ongoing simulation. A monstrous number of unknowns stood before her, but piece by piece, the gaps were being filled in. Leave no stone unturned, scour every corner of the city and develop a model without error. Regardless of where Saber positioned herself, she seemed off in her own little world. "Oh, I just noticed something interesting with regards to how you all operate vis-a-vis my magecraft." An explanation for her Servant's question came a few moments later- rather than annoyed, she seemed excited. A challenge was something she'd been lacking since he had left. "I haven't seen something like this in a while, but I don't want to make you listen to a lecture on Atlas esoterica."

A laugh left her at that, as though she had just said something profoundly entertaining. "Hummingbird? Alright, that'll be our little envoy, then! Let's see if it makes us any friends. Just a moment-"

That split in the world opened once again, the woman's body revealing a void leading to nowhere, and a small shadow streaked forwards. Its form flitted into her hands, cupped together as if worried that it would spill out if she did not.

[Imitate]

[Veil]

[Pretend]


The foundation was already prepared, of course. The only true modification needed was changing the base form of its container. It was important that Saber had some say in the creative decisions of the team, after all.

And so she sent it on its way.

@KatKook


"Hummingbird"

Bellagio Fountain



Which building had it originated from? That could not be made certain, as there was no record of it doing so. It blended into the world, until it chose to appear, a passive existence that refused to be analyzed. Observation of it was hazy- looking directly at it, it seemed to be a European woman, perhaps in her late fifties or early sixties.

Magical senses said nothing of her, they gave off no readings and bore no indications. She was, for all intents and purposes, a simple human woman. It was entertaining, then, that unbeknownst to her, the two beings who she was approaching were the two beings of this war who could view her for what she was. One of the Church, who had seen a being of a similar concept before. One who possessed magecraft of the Age of Gods, whose eyes would not be deceived by such a mystery.

Moving past the throng of people who did not acknowledge the pair, water moving around a stone, she moved towards them. If an effort was made to strike her down, she would of course be powerless, but that was simply how things were.

"Good evening, dears. Would you care for a chat? My friend couldn't help but notice you erasing a couple of my siblings, and would like to have a conversation, if you'd be open to it." A gesture in the direction that the two Servants who had just departed had burst off towards, no longer directly visible from here. "We do not all need to talk with our fists, necessarily."

"...oh my, you're bleeding, I hadn't noticed. Here, have some candy."

As she spoke, she ruffled around in a handbag that had not been there a moment earlier, retrieving two peppermints, and holding them out towards the pair.

@Aoko Aozaki
@Red Alice
Nenet Isis Titania

Bellagio



A laugh was just barely held back, upon seeing the unease of her Servant at the sight of that clay|Hollow. Right, Saber was a 'demon', but of a completely different make and model- really, calling what she was and calling what Nenet created by the same word was solely a factor of language, rather than function. "Don't worry about these, Saber. I told you, right? My magecraft is about 'wishes'. A wish is something that we dream up, a blessing|curse we let loose onto the world. A humanity without wishes grows stagnant, keels over, and dies from neglect. This unit|self of mine, this magecraft|defiance I have created, is designed to prevent such a thing. Using this clay|falsehood, I grant|materialize wishes." The hazy 'thing' she had ben shaping floated down, down near those devices that were bubbling out more of the stuff, as a new design process began. "Our first orders of business are simple. We amass knowledge, we prepare calculations, and we empower you into a being who can realize her own wish without the use of the Holy Grail. Once that's done, we can begin the fun. We can rage around as we please, we can trade blows with legends, we can see everything they're able to dredge out. As you clash with those titans and realize your wish, then, I will witness their prayers and realize my own. Of course, we should also make some like-minded friends, since this is an invaluable networking opportunity. And if, at the end of the day, we find that we've managed to acquire that wishgranting device, all the better, but we'll have won even without it."

"Oh, things are already getting exciting." Myriad thought-lines were allocated to the proceedings immediately outside, as Servants began to converge on the same location. The alchemist let out a quiet laugh at the nearby proceedings, shaking her head a bit as she thought, transmitting those thoughts to her Servant, just so the Saber was at least aware of what she was thinking. "Let's see, quite a few futures where we're noticed, become collateral damage, or something like that. And- hm? My, my, these Servants really are interesting." The laugh that slipped past her lips wasn't something she could help- the nature of these beings was muddling her calculations. Fate resistance, was that it? It wasn't that such a thing invalidated her calculations, but more that they added 'error bars'. That was fine, though. For a lesser alchemist, this would introduce more variables than could be reasonably assured, but in this case, it simply meant that she had more work to do before she reached her ideal state.

"Some observation is being blocked, like at that one place earlier. What a brutish method, but they've actually managed to catch me, so I can't say I'm not impressed." Her brow furrowed. An interesting puzzle to crack.

[Fly]

[Tether]

[Escape]


"Anyway, Saber, this ties into what I mentioned earlier. If there's no 'victory', a member of Atlas won't fight. I'm sure that we have victories available in the possible futures here, but we don't have enough information to where I can manage all of them accordingly, so we'll be avoiding personal conflict for the time being. I realize that's a little dull, but I ask you to bear with me for the time being. If push comes to shove and we're personally attacked, we're leaving and slapping them with a parting gift to gather some more data. It won't be satisfying for us or for them, but it's better than taking an undue risk."

[Absorb]

[Negate]

[Endure]


"For now, though, let's send out someone to make us a friend and watch the festivities! I'll let you pick, what's your favorite small animal?"

@KatKook
Nenet Isis Titania

Summerlin Bellagio



"...they're not being very careful, hm? Is it confidence, or overconfidence?"

A low murmur slipped past the alchemist's lips, a flicker of confusion crossing her face for all of a few seconds, before she turned her attention back to her contracted partner. Bright red, shaped like a person, flowing out through the room- yes, in the end, it was perfect. "Frustrations? No, no, we're in a very good place right about now. To be honest with you, I was worried that I'd dredge out someone too powerful with that little ritual. If that was the case, I actually would have been a little bit annoyed." Declaring such an absurd statement as if nothing was wrong with it, she raised her arms above her head, stretching for a couple of seconds. Shadows bubbled up and kneaded in the corners of the room, something forming within their depths.

"Let me address both of your concerns by explaining myself a bit. My organization exists to prevent the end of the world. Every second of every day, there are countless threats that could end it- we calculate the future, and engineer solutions to stop them. So, you don't need to worry about me making you go after civilians or anything like that. My role as an alchemist|program is to save people, not to harm them." As she spoke, two words seemed to somehow overlap over one another for a split-second, as if both words were leaving her lips at the same time. A brief flicker of melancholy crossed her face a moment later, eyes straying over to the pincushion she'd prodded a few times since their arrival here. "There have been members of Atlas who went mad and forgot that. Those of us he|you left behind will be better."

Without warning, that weight was wiped off of her face, the same placid smile washing back over it as she took a small step back. "But anyway, yes, that's perfect. Saves me some time in having to calculate the more refined shape of that admiration."

[Become]

[Legacy]

[Dedicate]


Shadows rose up and streamed together, flowing like water into the alchemist's hands. Her body did not move, but that inky substance acted as if they were, shaping and reforming itself, growing more cohesive, defining its edges out.

"You see, in the end, I'm not bothered about the Holy Grail. Things like these are a dime a dozen, this one just had an especially stellar marketing campaign and has a bigger pot to take from at the end. Even if this was able to reach 「 」, it wouldn't be much of my concern- that's not something I care about. That's not to say I wouldn't take it if we got it, but just to say that I don't plan on overextending for it." Her eyes lidded shut, a low sigh leaving her as her mind extended outwards. In order to facilitate the current task for a reasonable time span, the calculative capacity allocated was rather significant. "The problem there is that we have a conflict of interest. That's not great- as partners, we need to be aligned, which is where my magecraft comes in. I'm here to acquire 'wishes'. The wishes of the civilians here, desperate for wealth and power. The wishes of the Second Owner, risking everything for an unknown goal. The wishes of the great magi here who chose to gamble their lives, the wishes of the Heroic Spirits who have deigned to be called back into the world, I will witness all of them so that I can prevent that far-off future I witnessed."

Those shadows froze. Umbra became penumbra, and penumbra became matter. Something that is possible, but not in the material world. Something that is impossible in any world, and yet materializes. When her eyes reopened, there was a new glint in them- not predatory, but playful. The excitement of a child, tearing the wrapping paper from a present.

"So, to align us, I will grant|create your wish myself. You will fight, and struggle, and burn up to your heart's content. You will gain a might and legacy that lets you stand as her equal in the Throne, and just as this will be your victory, it will be mine."

"Ah, this is going to be fun."


@KatKook
Nenet Isis Titania

Summerlin Bellagio




Truth be told, Nenet was a little bit disappointed in the results of her summoning.

Not because her contracted partner was weak, far from it- in terms of raw combat potential, one could rarely ask for more than a Saber-class Servant. No, she was disappointed because of how fixed this whole system was. The curses of compulsion for this war weren't just crystallized magical energy, but actual curses- the process of weaving them meant it wasn't the sort of thing she could casually reproduce. The spiritual foundation of a Servant was also a relatively fixed existence, given what her hopes for a Ghost Liner's transience had been.

Well, in the first place, rudimentary protections had been established, so she could at least speak and act freely, without worrying about others watching.

"A-ny-way, no offense or anything, but we're coming into here disadvantaged. Catalysts for the bigshots don't really exist anymore, but that doesn't change that our personal combat acumen's going to be lower than a lot of the others here. A lot of that's my fault- I'm not much of a fighter."

Ah well. Like with any task, there are ways to circumvent the obstacles.

"So, time for a lesson in how my organization and I work. Basically, if there's not a predicted 'future with a victory', a member of Atlas won't fight. The others who've been attracted here are undoubtedly superior to me at fighting, just like how a few of the other Servants here are probably superior to you when it comes to fighting. So, we need alternate methods to achieve victory. For us, fighting means assembling the proper ingredients ahead of time, to create a future where we win. This is the creed of Atlas- we don't fight the enemy, we fight our own minds."

Thought Acceleration is the magic of Atlas. Going beyond merely thinking quickly, it is the process of applying that ability to multi−expansion diagrams. And furthermore, superior alchemists must have multiple sectors in their brains. If Thought Acceleration is proof of an alchemist, then the number of sectors is proof of their facilities. 

An outsider would understand Memory Partition as simply dividing one 'thought' into rooms, but that would be the limit of a strictly average alchemist. Superior alchemists may perform first−order tetrations of their 'thought' into rooms. As that is the case, then:

[Goal designated: Acquisition of Wishes|Demons.]

Hundreds of thousands of 'rooms' roared to life.

[Check FINISHED. With current variables and natural status of this world's progression|Pruning, the total number of branches|futures is estimated as 132,462,221.] 

[Check FINISHED. In order to maximize opportunity for victory|completion, variables must be solved|eradicated such that the upper bound is restricted|Pruned to an upper limit of 823,543, as per the calculative capacity of this unit|self.]

[Check FINISHED. Determination|eradication of variables has begun.]

Clothes, bone, and flesh split apart, and inside of the open wound, a 'door' awaited. An oppressive darkness, not endless, but without dimensions altogether. Within the depths of that ceaseless darkness, a thousand lights shined, and shapes began to emerge from that door. Like shadows streaking across the ground as the sun set below the sky, they flowed out from that tear as it sealed itself once again.

[Check FINISHED. Solving|eradication of variables must occur in such a way that opportunity for victory|completion within restricted|Pruned futures is maximized.]

[Check FINISHED. First-order means of accomplishing maximization is through empowering|evolving primary existence of this unit|self and secondary existence of Saber|Knife.]

[Check FINISHED. Process for empowerment|evolution of Saber|Knife to improve victory|completion parameters by 10.1% determined.]

The alchemist looked to her partner and smiled, gesturing for her to take a seat as she did the same.

"Now, to start things off, why don't we talk about that idol of yours? Tomoe, right?"
Hello, are there any spots still open @Mr President? I'd be interested in joining this since I'm a pretty big fan of Fate RPs.


Mhm, we're still accepting applications!
Interlude 0
Awakening

Ruler(?)
???, North Moor

The first day of the Holy Grail War had come to a close, and with it came the night. He was surprised that no fights had broken out during the daytime, truth be told. With the true names that he had witnessed over the course of the day, he had expected there to be bloodshed, but there was none. True enough, those words had been correct. He would have been a fool to doubt them.

That didn't mean that nothing troublesome had happened, though. The ruler who devoured the land, the myriad eyes of the Giant's Pit, the emperor wearing a hero's garb, they and many others were beings who could undoubtedly turn the Grail War's premise on its head. They were budding calamities who, if given the opportunity, would undoubtedly become beings with the 'Authority to Eradicate All Heroes'.

No matter. If they acted in such a manner, then he would strike them down. This was the only path. There was no sense in laying down a sentence simply for a potential crime. Rather than spinning his wheels like that, it was more productive to work out the remaining unknowns that were present here. As Ruler, he needed a top-down view of the game board. That was the priority, above all else.

"-I announce, the third helm. Be crushed."

The mundane clothing he had been wearing fell away from his right arm. From the shoulder down, replacing it was a portion of armor, a midnight black metal that gleamed in the moonlight. The true arbiter of the Holy Grail War thrust that arm down into the earth below him, meeting something that did not exist in the physical land, and gripped. For all of a split-second, there was a flare-up of magical energy in the area, so small that even comparing it to a single-action spell might be a mistake, before it faded away.

"...verification complete. That is the last of it."

Ruler's hand was pulled from the earth, the armor not having lost even a portion of its polish. That armor then melted back away, back into mundane clothes, back into normalcy. He nodded, seeming to be satisfied. There were no issues here, either. Good, he had felt concerned, but now that his search had turned up nothing, he could feel secure.

Now that the war had begun, he would witness the great conflict that would be to come, and would pass down judgment.

"Good luck, participants. May your wish be granted."

That was the nature of a Ruler, in the end.

Night One has begun.
@wug

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Taiga Fujimura, Classroom 2-C, Academy


The first day of the Holy Grail War had begun, the sun rising in the sky to cast its light over the impending tragedy. Perhaps some Masters had summoned their Servants mere moments ago, and some were in the process of doing so now, but there was no doubt that the war had finally begun. For those who don't know any better, it is a typical fall day in Fuyuki. 

The teacher didn't know of the tragedy that would befall the city in the coming days. There are things she does know, of course. "I wish grandfather wasn't too busy with his meeting to make me breakfast" was the one dominating most of them, but currently, there was one thought overwhelming even that.

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late...!"

Sprinting with all the reckless abandon she could muster, the woman skidded into her classroom, where her students were chattering away.

"All right, I made it! Good morning, everyo-"

Wham! The jet coaster of a woman fell over with a terrible sound. 

"..." 

The classroom was filled with silence, in contrast to the clamor from a second ago. Students glanced around at each other, before slipping back into their normal morning routine.

"…Hey. Front row. Wake her up." 

"…What? I don't want to. I'm scared she'll bite me if I go near her…" 

"…She's not a Mimic or anything. She won't go that far." 

"Hey, if you're saying that, why don't you do it?" 

"Uh, I'll pass. I'm not used to this." 

"Me neither! And why would you make a girl do it? A guy should do it!"
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