Reflection

Fate/Crimson Dusk

@vancexentan Honestly, you should probably time skip everybody there. Because otherwise it'll just be an Archer and Lancer show.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Rulers of the Church

"Actually, I took out the pews because I just don't see a point for them." The voice of a servant came from above the Lancer and his Master. There, on a higher balcony was Archer, clearly a Muslim merely from his outfit. After all, he didn't even seem to really try to hide it. "If you are to worship god, then you shall do it on your knees. You shall humble yourself before Allah. For there is only Allah, and his prophet... Well you know who I refer to." There was a smile on Archer's lips, his hands stroking through a dark furred feline. Notably, very little else was damaged, except the party might notice that all the crosses had been removed. Clearly there was a kind of take over going on. "Besides, it took up a great deal of space, and there are better uses for all that wood. Making it into something like seats is a waste. Personally, I find a greater value of something like a good pillow. You can lay on them, sit upright, etc."

Slowly, Archer began to walk, finding the nearest set of stairs, and descending to Lancer's position. Having by this time adjusted his furry friend to one hand, leaving the hindlegs dangling as he held up his other to shake hands with his fellow servant. "Archer Class servant, pleasure to meet you, Lancer. I can only assume you are Lancer, because you don't fit the description of any of the others. Thus, you must be the one class of servant that hasn't been summoned yet." Satisfied with whether or not Lancer shook his hand, he turned his attention away, slowly pacing down the hallway.

"I didn't use everything though, so don't worry." He said, gesturing for the duo to follow him. "You'll be happy to hear though that there are rooms for each servant and master pairing. I moved mine to the observatory, so you can have my former room for extra room if you wish it. First claim is on you, since you are the first here." It seemed he was interested on taking the duo on a tour, as if proud of his current works. Leading the two out of the hall, they passed by the living quarters, which was nearly an entire second wing of the building. It was partially obvious that he hadn't really touched this area of the church in his sweep of innovations. Simply because he felt little need to adjust it. Though oddly enough some of the curtains had been pulled away. Probably so he could make them into pillows.

"I have plans for tomorrow to start producing the first in a batch of superweapons." He added, stepping outside to look at several large lumps of iron and metals set aside. It was clear he needed more, as a pick-up truck was nearby, clearly having been used to pick up and drop off metal since the archer had arrived. "I realize I am probably getting a bit too ahead of myself, but I have no idea what the others will need, so I'm trying to get a bit of everything going."

It was then that another voice broke Archer's clear domination of the conversation.
"Are you boring these poor men with your talks of strategy?" Another man stepped out of the church, adjusting a mask over his face. "Archer, at least let them explore the changes on their own terms. We have to give people the time to enjoy things, rather than bog them down with details and non-essentials." Finally, the newcomer to this conversation gave a small bow to the lancer and his master.
"Pleasure to meet you. I am Akshamsaddin. But you may call me Aksha. It rolls off the tongue rather easily."

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[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Akshamsaddin and Archer on the road

The church... What kind of war was one expected to run from a war? It didn't matter to Archer and his Master though. Their car was parked outside, and they both stepped inside. The doors swinging open, surprising the few individuals already there.
"We were not expecting the grail war masters and their servants to be here so early." The youngest member of the group said, eyeing the duo.
"We arrived early. We don't believe in being fashionably late. We prefer to be fashionably early." Archer said, adjusting his turban with a frown. The church was a rather dull building. Almost as if it had been set up by fools without a clue. But Archer saw the world in a unique style. And with that, he got to work. "Naturally, you all have supplies already set up, correct?" Archer asked, speaking to whoever seemed to have the highest authority.
"Of course we do. The-"
"That will be enough. I can work with whatever you have." Archer said, already taking control. Despite his rude behavior, he had a natural charisma. One that made everybody there turn their heads, and nod in agreement. This man, was a genuine leader.

In less than an hour, Archer's work was underway. Metal plating in the basement, things that one would use for a workshop, or even weapons had already been gathered. Wood as well, which was made from the pews that Archer had become bored of. The church remained somewhat similar, but the changes varied from small, to radical. Archer worked quickly, and before the eyes of the men of the church, entire machines could be created nearly instantly. In a flash of light it seemed.
The car they had come in on had been scrapped, and instead had become rebuilt. Its functions had been improved, turning it into a luxury device that Archer could finally be proud of. Which, he took to relaxing in, between times where he felt inspired. Sitting up, he would enter the church, restoring the foundation, reinforcing the pillars, or adding a new tower. A whole extra wing had been created on a whim. A massive tower, with a dome that retracted. It was clearly an observatory, though it lacked the kind of things one would expect in an observatory. It was possible Archer just wanted it as a kind of platform where he could shoot from. He didn't feel the need to hide that he was there. It was obvious that they'd be going to war soon enough, and reinforcing the foundations was first and foremost the plan.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

I'm probably gonna have Wain return after a bit, and just have him watch the fight. Since he's gonna be judging his new 'Teacher' before signing on.

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We should probably ping people.
@Ryougu@ManyThings@King Cosmos I think you guys are up for action now.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

I can post Archer and Aksha entering the church if anybody wants that?

The Infinite Railroad [A Wild West Fantasy] <Not Enough Water, Railroad is closed, sorry folks>

So, any updates on the characters being accepted?

Fate/Crimson Dusk

[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Akshamsaddin and Archer on the road

"So, you think he doesn't like you?" Archer said, breaking a silence. He was referring almost entirely to the director, but a little towards a certain other figure.
"Both do not seem to like me. I suspect it is because I summoned you in advance. Or that I have taken measures into my own hands." Akshamsaddin said, both hands on the wheel. The duo were on the road, wind flying past them as they made small talk. How either of them had managed to snag a convertible, with the top down for that fresh air, was beyond anybody's idea. They probably conquered it from the previous owner. Or perhaps Aksha had managed to inherit it from one of his 'hosts.' Either way, it was a relatively smooth ride, despite how bumpy the roads could get.
"Might be something else, Master." Archer said, casually waving a finger at the orange tabby he had chosen to bring with himself. "You have been around for a great period of time, correct? I suspect the western mages feel uncomfortable having to ask an eastern magus for help in their personal squabbles. They may seek to betray you, due to the age of your mystery. You are probably one of the most powerful mages in that group, if what you told me is true in your observations."

Silence for a moment.
"I suppose so. They are on edge. And they are worried about any who take action in advance. After all, by doing this I have given you an advantage over other servants. After all, many of them were summoned outside of their culture sphere. You are indeed in the prime of your legend." Aksha turned left, following the map they had procured for the location of their travel. "I will have to keep my eyes on that... Anderson fellow. But what of the servants, what have you guessed from my analysis?"
"You mentioned that Saber spoke about being summoned as a berserker, correct?" Archer hummed softly to himself, all while fingers glided through a feline's fur. "It is possible, judging from the description and how he seemed to be stronger in his summoned location... He is either a Paladin, or a Knight. Both are rather powerful servants. They can be difficult, but I suspect the other team will have something of the same as well.They will kill each other. Since after all, they will attempt a fair duel."
"And thoughts on Rider or Assassin?"
"No concern for Caster?" Archer said, raising an eyebrow to his mentor.
"I have plenty to worry about with Caster. They are all clever, well educated folks. A strong caster is one that builds an impenetrable fortress. But you have much practice with destroying such things, don't you?"

"I admit, the assassin worries me. He looks nothing like the traditional kind you'd suspect. No mask, or scarf hiding his face. He seems like a scholar from your description. Scholars are not assassins. But Rider. I expect he is some kind of leader. Most Riders are."
"Rider is one of your other classes, isn't it? I wonder what noble phantasm you'd possess if I had summoned you in that container instead of the Archer class."
"As a Rider... Well, I'd probably be summoned with a Supergun. One of the weapons for Orban. Probably manifested as some kind of mobile war machine. But, I am part of the Archer class, and my skills as they are can allow me to construct such a thing already."
"Ah yes... We are nearing the location all shall be meeting up. You are to fortify the location. I suspect you already have some... Devices in mind?"
"Yes, I was interested in this device called the... Security Camera. I will be improving upon it."
"In what way?"
"It needs a gun. Don't you think?"

The Infinite Railroad [A Wild West Fantasy] <Not Enough Water, Railroad is closed, sorry folks>

So, I may have gone a bit overboard. I ended up creating a character that might be a bit too much for the setting, but since I figure the idea is more based around character interactions, a priest with a holy mission might be interesting.

Priest Saul

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Name: Priest Saul the 27th
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Equipment:
- Holy Cross Staff: Every member of the Holy Church of Paradise carries this staff. Each staff is considered a holy tool, but is often used to deliver punishment to criminals, or the odd man who decrees Paradise exists. Each member of the church is capable of using this staff to make water holy. But it's pretty much an old practice, because you can't drink holy water, due to it being blasphemous, and water is too rare for that.

- Holy Revolver of Mary and Joseph with the Blessings of Jesus and Saul and...: The full name goes on to list a bunch of religious figures. Either way, it's made by the master forge worker of the Holy Church of Paradise. A revolver with a unique seven bullet cylinder (One for each of the seven sacraments.) Members of the church receive this as a gift before they set out on their journey. The revolved is connected to their hip by a chain, to keep it from being stolen by the heretics of the land. (Bullet Count: 12)

- A bag holding all the bounties of the Earth: The Holy Church of Paradise is constantly accepting donations. As members are also qualified to be bounty hunters, or mercenaries, or even assassins if morally justified, they carry a small purse that is used primarily to buy 'Holy ammo' for their 'Holy Revolvers." The bag is designed with various pouches, with some for food, holding water, and even loose change.

Abilities: Day in and day out the boys and girls of the Holy Church of Paradise are educated, trained, and treated like drones. They live and breath the training that was invested in them, to a degree where those who are aware to the degree of training each member undergoes is shockingly aware of how absolutely dead they are.
As a priest, certain skills were ingrained in Saul's head. Marksmanship, close quarters combat, finances, and a great deal of tricks necessary to being a bounty hunter. In that regard, many criminals may look at members of the Holy Church as easy targets, due to misconceptions with other various religious groups and their 'do no harm' policies. The Holy Church of Paradise has no such qualms, and each child at the age of ten is already well equipped with the emotionless efficiency required to kill another human being.

The Story: There is a station that nobody goes to, but many people leave. It is the Station of the Holy Church of Paradise. Nobody enters, so nobody is quite sure where the fresh blood comes from. Some believe they important orphans from all over the world. Orphans shipped along the train tracks all the way to the Holy Church of Paradise. Raised there by the Nuns, and guided on their holy journey. The journey of course being that when they reach the age of 20, each is given a staff, a revolver (made by the master smith who lives in the forges below the town) and a holy book. They are to travel to each station, and spread the holy word. Doing good deeds, collecting the bounties on evil men, and then leaving town.
Why? Because the hundreds of young men who leave every year from that town seek only one thing. Paradise. Paradise was built along those railways. Somewhere. A beautiful land that belongs to mankind, and left there by God to welcome them to their new home. Priest Saul the 27th is one of many who grew up this way. And was sent out to find Paradise.

Quirks: Hands out pamphlets of the Holy Church of Paradise. Even to dead bodies, since they may need it on being reincarnated.

The Holy Church of Paradise

Origins
The Holy Church began over 300 years ago. Beginning with crossbows and bows and arrows. It was originally a small group of clergymen who became disenfranchised with the church's ideas of "Paradise being a reward for any who do good deeds." Instead, they proposed a different theory. Paradise belongs only to those who seek it out, and spend their lives in that pursuit. One can argue they meant it metaphorically, but there is no doubt that some in this new-found church believed it to be a physical place. These believers became the head of church, and began extreme radicalization of the church. Over the first one hundred years of the Church of Paradise's existance, they managed to develop an area that would become known in many circles, as "The Station where nobody goes, but believers leave."

Naming Orphans
Oddly enough, the Holy Church manages to collect young boys and girls who are orphaned by war, or other such means at their doors. They are given a holy name when they turn 10, around the age the first part of their training is complete.
Each name comes from a former member of the founding one hundred clergymen. Names like Gregory, Francis, Elizabeth, and Mary, are never in short supply. As such, each is also given a number. Such as Francis the 25th, or Elizabeth the 52nd. If a member of the church manages to find Paradise (only done once as the records say) then the name of the one who finds it will be marked with a star, and never used again. As they have completed their journey. (The first to do so went by the name Peter.)

Training
Each member of the church is educated in the traditional ways. Books, teaching, and angry nuns are never in short supply. It is only when a child turns ten that the first part of their education is complete. Two boys or girls are brought into a room, and each is handed a gun. The first to kill the other is the winner. (Fastest giving-of-the-gun-to-murder record is 1.5 seconds, held by the still active Saint Isaac the 34th.) Only then are they given their holy name, and become true members of the church.
From there, they are beaten with whips and clubs. Trained to bare cruel and unusual conditions, and to kill a man without hesitation. Boys and girls are trained by classical quickdraw methods, or in other cases, how to dismember a man with a pocket knife. The children that go in, always come out with a smile. A well conditioned smile.

The Infinite Railroad [A Wild West Fantasy] <Not Enough Water, Railroad is closed, sorry folks>

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I kind of like this for a concept.

Hes a preacher, for going guns to speak the words of peace, of unity, of god. A mountain of a man who services the church cars of a train, speaking the gospel. Naturally he has had a horrible backstory of a gruesome train robber himself and so he must be armed with a rail hammer, ready for when his past comes back to claim its price in blood. Seeking redemption he lives a life of piety and offers care and protection to his flocks.

He might have a son he travels with to add another layer of depth.

@ShwiggityShwah

Oooph, I actually started writing up a priest for the Holy Church of Paradise, which is basically a church that trains its members to be bounty hunters, so they can pay their bills as they travel along the train track to find Paradise.

Basically collecting orphans from other stations, turning them into a bunch of holy men who murder sinners in order to survive in the west, while moving from station to station, asking for donations, and making it their goal to find something that might not exist.

Could be interesting to see different kinds of faith colliding.