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@Reflection

yes hello i would like to apply my cool original character, gilgamesh. he has every noble phantasm and ability even the ones of other OCs, and his drill can blow up the world. also he can see all possible futures and read every characters mind but i swear he won't because he doesn't feel like it.

in the event you don't like this idea please do not steal it, i worked very hard on it.

i made original fan art i can post too if you want to see more.
@Turboshitter

That or the characters tab, whichever floats your boat. It's mostly difficulties in tracking stuff from int check after the transfer over to OOC, in my experience.
@Turboshitter

Oh, good to know! You really should keep an up to date Servant list if you're going to be doing claims, though, in the future. It's hard to keep track of what's claimed otherwise, and it leads to situations like these.
Thought I'd throw my hat into the ring. No interest in a Master, but we'll see how this one goes. I may do some minor edits since I threw this together much quicker than usual, but its overall done.

Caster
Bellagio Fountain, The Strip





There was never a response to her Masters mental entreaty, though Casters ever-present smile didn't fade for even a moment. Instead, the Gardner patiently listened to the speech about modern thaumaturgy. It seemed that steadily, surely, slowly, Caster was beginning to animate bit by bit.

The words of her master surely were constructive, but infected by this modern eras general decline and march toward apocalypse. Still, she learned a little bit about her true nature, so that was more than enough for her.

"Really, now. Those modern mages have to advance structure to go forward, which pushes thaumaturgy away from the 'origin point' its trying to recreate in the first place." Caster glanced at the water show, but by this point it was clear she had lost any interest in it. After a moment, she continued.

"It's a paradox that can only be resolved in one way. For me, that happens to be a b j e c t d i s a p p o i n t m e n t." Casters smile seemed almost strained for a moment, and her tone certainly betrayed it in every way.

But such ill will wasn't directed at anyone present, thankfully, and it passed as quick as it had come.

Then, Caster half-sighed. It seemed she had resigned herself to expand her Masters education.

"Water and Life are the same thing. The 'origin point' is in its own nature through metamorphosis- just like living things, the base materials won't change, yet the shape and form does. Liquid, Solid, Gas. Life operates in the same cycle, dear." She tilted her head, as if she had just thought of something.

"Why, doesn't that adorable little graveyard cult of yours have a similar philosophy? But, it seems our friend has finally decided to send something more. . .substantial, so I'm afraid our interest should shift to them." The Magus from the Age of Gods turned her attentions firmly toward the newcomer- Titania's familiar.

Caster regarded the familiars comments about lost siblings almost gleefully, yet with no lingering hostility.

"Oh, don't worry yourself. It's just, exhibitionism is something I intend to teach my master first-hand. Spying is off limits until then, you must understand." Her smile persisted as the familiar continued its entreaty. When both creature and master pointed out the bleeding, Caster blinked and straightened up a bit.

"Apologies, darling. You see, it's those little details that usually escape me." Great Magic was enacted, the land subordinated, the mana claimed. The scion of Demeter realigned the remaining parts, absorbed the blood around her, and constructed a suitable replacement arm within an instant.

As if nothing happened, she continued speaking.

"Our position is a matter for my cute little Master to advocate, though I shall decline in her place regarding the candy. Still, I just must ask your name before you two continue. Politeness is an important custom where I come from." Her perpetual smile almost seemed to intensify with those words.

Not bothering with the familiars response, she stepped away to close in on her master- revealing a small flower growing where the Magus had been standing. It was a happy little thing, a primrose swaying to and fro with the wind.

. . .Except, there was no wind tonight. How uncanny.

Regarding her Master, she leaned in close enough for someone to mistake it as a kiss, but it was more in line with whispering some words into the Knight-Captain's ear. However she chose to only mouth the words, instead using their mental link to speak.

"Mankinds original farming tools were made out of human bones. Speak to me as if I'm a child again," Caster referred to Kamila's comment about bleeding in the car, an abnormal glint in her eye.

"And I'll give you a very personal demonstration in their creation." Caster leaned backward, cooly extracting herself from the Knight-Captain's personal space. The Magus gave her master a wink, briefly ruffling their hair with an almost palpable affection.

With that, she casually strolled a few paces away to watch and wait for the show to end, her master to finish talks, or to get bored- whichever came first, really.
Caster
Whitney->The Strip


Comfortably situated shotgun to the Knight-Captain, an otherworldly figure half opened her eyes. Caster had been sleeping up until the moment she'd been directly addressed about the war, on account of the good napping weather.

"Yes." Caster responded to her Masters query within a few moments, half yawning all the while. After a second or two, she adjusted her position and went back to sleeping. For her Masters sake, Caster had spared the time to give a proper affirmative(which in itself really didn't answer Kamila's question in the first place). Knowing that, Caster mentally informed her Master of her chosen destination via their shared link- which required far less effort than talking. Perhaps Caster would have to train one of the many city pigeons following their car as messengers, but a cellphone could perhaps be easier.

With that great task settled, she seemingly went back to dozing. Or at least, that's what seemed to be the case outwardly. It was true that Caster was rather tired and had been lethargic since the onset of her summon. But in this specific instance, she had expanded her senses through the earth to 'feel' something. It wasn't the various Masters and Servants plodding through the war- though she had detected many of those already.

No, what had caught her interest was a novel abnormality within the flow of the land. A certain caressing of rivers- a partly artificial oasis within this desert of processed rock, steel, plastic, and man-flesh.

Out of what she had 'seen' so far, this had been the singular thing to catch Casters interest. And so, they would be headed to the Las Vegas strip where Caster could get a better 'look'. Or, rather, it was something she thought necessary to see with her own eyes.

. . .Of course, what had happened earlier hadn't gone unnoticed. Someone had been watching the city from afar, and so Caster had already taken the necessary precautions for both herself and Master. Familiars. Long distance detection. Divination. Caster prepared counter measures for each, so as to avoid scrying attempts.

However, she didn't mask her presence as a Servant. That was to say, it was still possible to detect 'a Servant is nearby!' if another Ghost Liner came close to her. If there was an expression that summed up why she did that, it'd probably be something along the lines of a ever so slight smirk.

But for the moment, the pair had arrived at Casters chosen destination, the Bellagio Hotel. Within moments Caster had hopped out of the car, not even bothering to stretch after the ride. Within moments she was striding toward the Hotel, her parasol protecting her from the Moons hateful rays.

Though Caster didn't know it, her Masters rapid pace meant they arrived just in time.




The Las Vegas strip was an impressive place in terms of architecture, if nothing else. Aside from a few exceptions she had spotted on the drive(Mostly buildings with landmarks reminiscent to the lands she had visited in her travels), little present held her interest.

The exception was the beautiful Bellagio Fountain Show occurring directly ahead of her, situated on a lake within the city. Caster began to pick up the pace as the show came into view, collapsing her parasol and twirling it at her side almost carelessly. Though there was a crowd of onlookers, they all awkwardly maintained a significant distance from Caster- as if some sort of invisible boundary line had been drawn between herself and the 'faceless masses'.

Finally, she arrived at the perfect spot for fountain viewing- but she didn't lose herself in the show. Not just yet.

Rather she turned her head to speak with the Master for a moment, before returning her attentions to the fountain.

"My, my. For a moment, I nearly forgot about the sacrificial ritual we were in." Though her tone expressed a desire to connect palm with face, it was hard to tell if she was being genuine. Perhaps her smirk told a different tale, a darker context to what was about to happen.

She outstretched her hand and pointed at the streams of water shooting up into the night sky. The air became tense, as if heralding some great disturbance.

And then, it happened.

The parasol she was whirling in circles contacted her arm after she started twirling it ahead of herself. And, for a brief moment difficult for even her Master to notice, the reflection of polished metal became visible within the umbrellas many folds.

Casters arm went flying off, separated from her body as if from some hidden blade. It went flying for a foot or two, but stopped in the air as if suspended by invisible rope- or perhaps something like string. With each passing moment, the strings seemed to be pulled taunter and taunter around the lost limb.

A fountain of green-black ichor erupted from Casters arm stump with almost cartoonish violence and intensity. The crowd all about master and servant seemingly acknowledged not a thing, and remained at distance.

Caster stopped twirling her umbrella, not acknowledging her own injury in any way. A puddle of something approximating blood began to form at her feet, though not a single drop reached herself or the Master. After a moment, she started leaning on her Umbrella in much the manner one may use a cane- though still, she did not move from her spot.

Instead she looked onward, toward the sight ahead of her- the numerous fountains of water exploding from the nearby lake. Incorporating lights, even illusions were being created using the hotel itself as a backdrop. The scale was astounding, and it was a beautiful sight that seemed to fascinate Caster. Finally, her demeanor changed, as if the lethargy she carried was temporarily dispelled. However, even going beyond the beauty of the show.

For Caster, she had attained a form of watching that not only used her eyes, but also far greater senses. To Triptolemus, the 'flow' and 'movement' of the waters caress contributed to the show in such ways human beings could never understand, never comprehend. This was the power of one who could feel through the land, no, the Earth, itself.

After a minute or two of viewing, she spoke her mind.

"Water is the element most closely associated with life, was it? That much is truth at least. Why is that? Knight-Captain." Caster spoke in a soft, almost teasing voice- addressing the one and only person within many meters who could acknowledge her presence. It was more like she was poking fun at the paradigms of modern magi, though.

However, it seemed she remembered something-

"You nearly let me forget, Master." Stepping forward, the hidden blade in her parasol was revealed once more. In an action far too quick for any normal human to follow, her suspended arm was sliced into at least eighteen pieces. After that, she turned around so she could hear her masters response face to face.

Though a single finger dropped to the ground with an inaudible thud, the rest of her arm pieces did not follow the rules of gravity. In fact, they began to fade away into some sort of dust like substance. A Magus looking on from a distance may call it ether being expelled from a degrading spiritual body, but in actuality it was some sort of pollen.

In that moment various birds (pigeons) began to swoop into the pollen one at a time, flying off into a myriad of directions.

Caster smiled at her Master, waiting patiently. The beautiful fountain show continued behind her, as if to accentuate the question.

. . . .She was still bleeding. A very sizable pool of ichor was actually starting to form around her feet.

Lookin' pretty interesting.
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