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Fate/Grand Order RP

Roll me on the gatcha then. I've got a couple ideas lined up if i don't like it.

Fate/Grand Order RP

What does the gatcha mean?

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Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
False Camelot

“Just enjoy the meal... Truth is however I cooked it. I sneak it in and replace what he makes with something edible.”

Ywain looked at the fairy quizzically, but simply shrugged. He wasn’t the type to refuse food, even if the circumstances were a little strange. Perhaps it made sense that fairies would be the type to be picky when it came to this sort of thing. And if it meant he got a good meal out of it, he certainly wouldn’t complain.

“It’s good,” He said, nodding politely, unsure whether to thank Noon or his familiar. The food was certainly tasty, similar in ways to what his wife’s servants had produced in life. Was this the sort of thing that fairies like to eat?

And then, the dessert was served.

Ywain took a single bite of the ‘cake’, the slimy, chunky mess that could barely be considered a desert, the curse in the shape of food. A single tear came to his eye for a moment, before being blinked away. “Ahh… How nostalgic,” He said, before wolfing down the rest of the dish within moments.

That was the knight of the lion’s own eccentricity. If Noon was cursed, then perhaps he was blessed, in his own way. Even if the food in front of him could objectively be described as ‘inedible’, even if it was something that no other knight, or perhaps even no other person, could stomach, Ywain himself was the exception.

It wasn’t that Ywain was the type who could eat anything. No, he had his own tastes, likes and dislikes. He found sour things distasteful, and disliked powdery textures. Nor was it that he had simply grown used to the taste over time spent with his friend. It was a sensation that he had enjoyed from the very first bite.

Perhaps it was simply an alignment, a sign of fated friendship between the two knights of camelot.

“You must have worked hard on this, Noon,” Ywain said, with the sincere smile of a friend. “Ah,” He looked towards the other diners. “Are you going to finish that?”

False Camelot --> Core District

Ywain stood, his ring set with its stone outwards, unhidden from the world. He watched as the lights burst and faded in the sky. A signal to any of the enemy masters or servants watching that there was a challenge to be fought here. He wondered, briefly, if that man would show up yet again, and what his attitude would be this time if he did.

He said nothing, but simply looked down at the city beneath him. The building’s roof was a good enough arena for battle, and defensible, for the most part. Perhaps he would have some trouble with a Rider or Archer, but standing with Noon, he was confident.

A sword appeared in his right hand, and a spear in his left. He weighed each for a moment, before dissipating the sword and passing the spear to a dual-handed grip.

Tonight’s armour was that of his time serving in Camelot, no helmet interfering with his vision as he cast his gaze around the city. His hair flowed free, blowing in the night’s gentle wind. “I have a good feeling about tonight,” He said, quietly. It had started well, after all.

@Danchou

Fate/Crimson Dusk

It seems like there's a lot of stuff you're disallowing. Is there a complete banlist or a list of banned categories/capabilities? That would probably make it easier on people.

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Why's Lu Bu banned, out of curiosity? And would that ban be across all classes?

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Thinking of apping a canon Servant now.

Considering Mata Hari, Iskandar, Ozymandias, Drake, Cursed Arm, Asterios, either of the Onis, Caesar or Lu Bu. What do you think about those for viability?

(edit: oh Bradamante or Astolfo could be fun too.)

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Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District

As suddenly as he had arrived to attack, Tristan once more disappeared. How strange, for him not to stand his ground and fight - perhaps his Master was worried. Ywain was left confused, wondering exactly what the motive had been for his fellow knight to attack in such a strange way. But he could hardly consider it a tragedy. After all, he had an ally by his side now, someone he could consider reliable.

Naturally, it was a matter of course for Ywain to return to Noon’s side. Arriving quickly, he twisted the ring once more, and the shimmering veil of ‘invisibility’ surrounding him disappeared. Looking towards Noon, he simply nodded. A gesture of confidence, of readiness for further combat.

“It seems I’ll never understand that man.” Ywain said, musing simply to himself. Was it his own fault, for not taking the opportunity to talk to him? Perhaps… If friendship was something that went beyond words, but could not be established without them, what did it mean? Was it ever truly possible to come to a mutual understanding through ‘actions’ alone? Maybe his own perspective was skewed, considering one of his greatest friendships had been with a simple beast.

Ywain’s musings were interrupted by the presence of another enemy. A strange person indeed. Even if Ywain had little problem with doing things in the name of love, this was going a little too far.

He simply placed himself between the enemy and Elaine. If it was a matter of combating a monster such as this, attempting to communicate was beyond pointless. His sword manifested in his right hand, and he entered a defensive stance. If the enemy’s goal was not ‘to kill’, but to capture Elaine, then protection had to be prioritised. Luckily, that was Ywain’s speciality.

@Danchou @Reflection @King Cosmos @ManyThings

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Diana, Venus
Latin District, Central

“Looks like the enemy’s leaving. Good thing they never noticed us, wouldn’t want to go up against that. Um, over. Diana muttered into her handheld radio from a rooftop position, watching the other Servants move away at a dizzying pace. She’d barely had any time to even see the Archer’s shots, nor learn anything from them. Plucking at the strings of her own bow, it was hard not to feel inadequate.

Well, the threat was gone now, at least for the time being.

She looked down to the street as Venus emerged from the hotel with their Servant. She didn’t really enjoy camping out on rooftops, but it was a good tactical position, at least.

Venus hooked an arm around the Servant. “Ah, it really is too noisy over in that direction. Let’s go this way~” She said, as sweetly as possible. It was fortunate that this Servant was so easily manipulated. Though d’Artagnan listened to all four of them, it was Venus whose personality was predisposed to taking advantage of that. Looking at it that way, didn’t she almost have more power over the Servant than the actual Master? It was an encouraging thought.

Smiling and hugging d’Artagnan’s arm close, she began to walk in the direction of the Residential District, away from the signs of fighting and disaster. to the west.

Perhaps hiding away the Master was an advantageous strategy. It had worked for the Master of the Servant they’d encountered last night, after all. Sure, the homunculi didn’t have the advantage of sensing the presence of an enemy Master, but it should be easy enough for someone like Diana to find them.

As Homunculus and Servant walked casually down the street, another presence accompanied them, travelling atop the roofs of buildings and watching over the area.

Latin District --> Residential District

@Froppy

Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District

Ywain continued to move towards his foe, even as Tristan retreated. Neither standing his ground, nor continuing his assault. Even if it was purely a retreat, he would likely have covered his tracks. Ywain manifested his spear, holding it out in front of him to cover as much space as possible. It would slow his movement a little, but any trap he ran into would hit the weapon first. So long as he let go of it, he could avoid being harmed.

But, as Tristan changed course, Ywain adjusted his own bearings, following in the wake of his ally knight, only a street away. A route that passed only briefly near where Tristan had fired from; he would cross the river later.

As Ywain moved, he began to wonder. Tristan’s actions were strange, even to someone like Ywain who had not known the man very well. Thinking back to the events of the other night… Was it possible that Tristan was in league with the thief, the Assassin who had stolen his Master’s property? Leading him away from Noon so that the thief could strike, perhaps?

“I’m pursuing. Stay safe.” He sent the words to Noon, reminding his partner of the thief, the assassin who could still be nearby.

Latin District --> Towards The Core

@Danchou @KoL @King Cosmos @ManyThings

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Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District

It seemed that Tristan was giving the group an opening. How strange. To open with such a cowardly attack, but not immediately follow through. Was this a test of some kind? Ywain did not understand the intent behind these actions. But a challenge was a challenge, regardless.

He snatched up the offered beer with a nod, grateful to his fellow-knight. It seemed that man was the considerate type.

Not letting his guard down for a second, he ushered the two Masters back to the nearby Bounded Field that Cleo had emerged from earlier. Taking a secluded route through back alleys slowed it somewhat, but protecting the pair would be easily possible even if Tristan attempted to renew his assault.

Once they reached the relative safety of the Bounded Field, he set his master down, looking briefly over him like a concerned parent. “You aren’t hurt?” He asked, his tone on the edge of worry. Noon was strong, and Ywain was confident in his own ability, but the question still needed to be asked.

Ywain’s armour shifted. Was this a fight for the knight of the lion, or a knight of Camelot? Was this fight personal, or in the name of justice? He was unsure, but either way, he would rather have his helmet removed for this.

He tapped the bottle against a wall nearby, smashing the top, and drank the entire bottle in three quick gulps. “Not bad,” he muttered.

Ywain twisted his ring, and his presence blurred. He was no Assassin, but any obfuscation to his presence would help in his approach towards Tristan. He gave one look towards the other Master before beginning to move. This time, it was not a direct assault, not a quick and direct attack, but a more cautious approach. Moving in the streets and alleyways, careful to avoid Tristan’s line of sight, it would take some time before he caught up.

@Danchou @KoL @King Cosmos @ManyThings

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Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District

It seemed that these gatherings were proving as noisy as ever. Well, that suited Ywain just fine. No expression or sound left his helmet as he watched over the group.

The presence of an enemy Servant was noted, but it would be easy to simply leave this place. If it was his fellow knight once more, then he could simply approach again. Mindless of the presence, Ywain simply moved alongside Noon in their pursuit of the thief, until-

A flash of killing intent spiked. An attack was coming.

Certainly, in this case, Ywain could not defend by attacking. Well, if that was so, he’d simply have to defend by defending. This time, the trajectory of the arrows was almost impossible to predict, so he simply had to assume they could come from anywhere. And since he had little to fear-

Ywain grabbed Noon and pushed him to the floor, covering him with his body, becoming his shield. His movements were modulated, without approaching his full strength or speed. Perhaps Noon would receive a bruise or two, but given the distance the attack had to travel, he would certainly be protected in time.

The volley of attacks hit against the protection of Ywain’s ring, and it wavered, damaged. The faint notes carried in on the wind.

How tremendously disappointing.

Ywain scooped up Noon, cradling him while leaving as few points of vulnerability as possible, and dashed into a nearby alleyway, putting as many barriers between his Master and Tristan as possible. The other Master was safe for now, it seemed. Only his own had been targeted.

It seemed he had come to finish the fight. A shame - it would have been nice to compete with his fellow knight for the grail itself, at the end of the war. Perhaps it was Tristan’s own idea, to seek out such unnecessary tragedy. Or perhaps it was his fate, a whim of his Master. Either way, it seemed they would end this now.

@Danchou @KoL