Shadow Daedalus

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@Grey We, as in Ilse and James or Ilse and Caster? Either one works, but James is a bit less tied up in conversation

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

James Hartnet

The Deacon Arms Tavern, Inverness

Interactions: Archer of Red @vFear
Mana Remaining: 158/210

"I think I'll take you up on that, Archer. Let me know if anything comes up though, I may not be a servant but I can still put up a fight."

Draining the contents of his glass, he pulled a £5 note from his back pocket (courtesy of the man whose car he stole) and slid it, folded, under the empty glass before he made his way to one of the empty rooms. The Owner of the Tavern was going them all a massive favour letting them hide here for the night, the least James could do was pay off some of the drinks. He tossed his bag onto the floor in front of the bed, and placed the gun case onto the bed before locking the door. He unlocked the combination lock on the gun case and popped open the latch, but stopped before he could pull the weapon from its case. It was, in many ways, a mirror of himself: A harsh and unforgiving product of both Magecraft and Crime, against Himself and those around him. A quick exhale through his nose, and he lifted the Mystic Code from its nesting place. Wordlessly, he began his maintenance on the weapon, carefully inspecting and cleaning each component when it finally lay in pieces and then meticulously replacing them into their rightful positions with a practised hand. He wasn't sure how long the whole process took, but he was glad for the minimal interruptions.

When he was happy with the finished product, he lowered the weapon onto the bed before slipping a silver pendant off of his neck. The pendant was a gift from Amelia, a silver sparrowhawk. That was her nickname for him, 'Sparrowhawk', like 'Songbird' was hers. Lifting the rifle by the barrel, he looped the silver chain around the barrel of the weapon, a symbolic gesture. He was fighting for her sake. He checked the time only to see that it was late. He replaced Mana Zero back into its case and locked it shut, spinning the lock to a random combination and sliding it under the bed, out of sight. He was quick to wash himself before lying on the bed in a towel, eyes gazing aimlessly upwards. For several minutes he stayed like this, before abruptly sliding himself under the covers and turning onto his side, attempting to salvage some kind of sleep tonight.

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Caster

The Deacon Arms Tavern, Inverness

Interactions: Olympia Whitehall @Vocab, Rapist Rider of Red @KawaiiKyouko
Mana Remaining: 500/2000

Soon as he had received his Master's message, he had done as she instructed as efficiently as he could, using a barrage of attacks to slow the artificial human as best he could before swiftly making his retreat. He quickly assured her that he had made it away safely before recalling his 5 bronze swords and reshaping them into a large horse and 3 sparrow-sized birds. Using the bronze mount, he quickly made his way to the tavern at which she had said to convene. He arrived outside the tavern, but didn't proceed directly inside, instead going to stand amongst the shadows of the building as he watched through his birds' eyes for possible threats, much like a mage might use a familiar.

Satisfied with that their enemies had not managed to follow them this far, he dispelled his horse, adding two more birds to his network of pseudo-familiars before shifting himself into spirit form and entering the building properly to avoid disturbing any of the other Master/Servant pairs present. He watched with distaste, however, as Rider placed two glasses in front of Olympia and began to slowly cross the tavern as he fought against his rising temper. He didn't need to lose it again, considering last time he did it cost him his nephew. He managed to reach her just as Rider shifted her seating position and materialised into physical form in time to wipe the tear from her cheek, placing himself next to her, on the other side from Rider, before taking the glass from the table and moving it further away before lowering himself so that he was level with her.

"I'm sorry I took so long Little one, I was trying to make sure we were safe here. A battlefield is no place for you, no place for any of the Masters here I know, but you mustn't let yourself stumble here. You will heal, in time, if you let yourself heal. As Rider said, You are so much stronger than you believe you are. For now, Vent if you wish, and then you need to allow yourself to rest."

He finished with a gentle smile before standing and turning to face the green-haired woman that filled the Rider Class, stepping a little closer so that he was on the other side of his Master with his back to her. His smile had quickly fallen away, giving way for a stern and displeased expression to settle. He lowered his voice so that only the Mongol rider could hear him, purposely avoiding sounding sharp but letting his feelings known all the same.

"While I appreciate the attempt to comfort my Master, Rider, I do not appreciate you trying to do so in this particular way. I do not know how your people deal with this kind of problem, but I am sure that inebriating an underage girl will do more harm than good. She has less time to heal than is ideal, I agree, but a crutch won't help."

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@KawaiiKyouko whelp, time to rework my IC _{I'd already nearly finished} to accommodate Rider's post

HeartShine High- A School For Magical Girls

@Jaded I'm a novelist in my spare time

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Everytime I read this OOC, a little part of my soul starts screaming

Dragons Cry, a Fairy Tail story

@Natsume Honnaji It's on hold until it's a better time for Neo and Angel, but it's not cancelled. (That's my best guess)

HeartShine High- A School For Magical Girls

B-but this would mean Valerie would be sharing a bed with a demon!.

@Nerdy Reference

Hence why I thought I'd ask

HeartShine High- A School For Magical Girls

As girls flooded into the school before Orientation, Nero watched from the roof as he stood balanced atop the chain-link fence that enclosed the uppermost floor of the building. He held no expression as he watched all kinds of people filter in through the gates, all united in the powers that they wield yet unique in the same regard. He held a mild curiosity as to which one of them he would be paired with in regards to cohabitation, one Valerie Kross aka Violet Vortex, but he was never given an adequate description beyond a Third Year student. He stayed in that position for a long time, watching as all manner of girls arrived... some in more audacious fashion than others.

Once the girls had dispersed a little, and the flow of new arrivals had reduced, he took a long stride forward... and fell. With a unusually relaxed posture, he fell through the shadow of the building, out of sight of the other students, and opened his wings at the last second, slowing himself enough to lightly impact the ground, unsettling the dust on the ground but causing no damage. He made his way inside the school, unperturbed by the curious or out-right suspicious looks from the girls around him. He was well aware he stood out, for many reasons. The fact that he appeared male, in civilian clothing, not to mention the soft glow behind his purple eyes and the blackened nails and jewellery indicative of a possible delinquent. He reached the dorms without much fuss, a stern gaze enough to move most of the girls that blocked him out of the way, and went to unlock the room he had been assigned. He had hoped to meet the girl that had informally become his handler, but she had apparently decided to head elsewhere.

Not particularly disconcerted by the turn of events, he was content to simply wander the halls until a loud crash echoed from within the dorms. He turned his gaze in that direction and raised an eyebrow, but then turned away disinterested, assuming that was a regular occurrence for a school such as this. From what he knew of human development, putting a lot of hormonal teenage girls with superhuman abilities in on place would inevitably lead to that happening eventually, so why not the first day? Susan's... the Headmistress's announcement caught his attention and he finally took note of his location near the library, before heading towards the courtyard as instructed.

In the courtyard, Nero was careful to move around the crowd, quietly taking a place nearer to the back. He was momentarily distracted, however, as a bird flew over, tainted lightly with the scent of a Demon. He frowned, watching the bird, until he stumbled and broke his concentration and knocked lightly into a girl with bright orange hair, Ginger he believed the humans called it, and a slightly more masculine figure that some of the others. Steadying himself and taking a slight step back, turned to look at her.

"Ah, My Apologies."

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@Jaded

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HeartShine High- A School For Magical Girls

@shagranoz I've just read something about the room arrangements... You mentioned a double-bed, but you only mentioned one. Does that mean that the roommates have to share, or do they have a double-bed each?

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@Vocab Just pray he doesn't let go of Axios, or you're really gonna have some problems And don't get me started on Khaos Labyrinthos