TehChron

Star Wars: The Aftermath (A post-Battle of Endor RP)

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Name: Virgillius Detonation

Age: Early 40's

Race: Human (Corellian)

Brief Bio: Virgillius was once a boy, one who dreamed of joining the Green Jedi. Infamously independent and principled, legendary for their decisive prioritization of their loved ones over the rest of the Galaxy, as a child of Corellia Virgillius could only stand in awe of what the Corellian Jedi represented. However, this was a time before the Clone Wars. When Corellia refused to move for the sake of the Contemplanys Hermi, that boy fell even deeper into admiration, looking forward to the day that he would be swept away to Coronet City. But that day never came, and it was what saved him from the purges of the Galactic Empire.

After that, he lived a mundane, boring life for the decades in which Palpatine ruled, until the Battle of Endor. Now, finally, after all this time Virgillius is free to act on his childhood dreams. He has sold his home. Quit his job. And sunk all his remaining savings and proceeds into the acquisition of all he needs to restart the Green Jedi.

Faction: Independent (Green Jedi?)

Why has your character joined this faction?: He seeks to restore what was once lost, and retain the independence of his childhood idols, for the sake of bringing back the glory days of Corellia.

Personality: A once bitter, lonely middle aged man who had been stuck into living a hollow existence under the tyranny of Darth Sidious, the fracturing of the Empire has found Virgillius imbued with a new lease on life. A new purpose. And so in the pursuit of his goal, to restore the Green Jedi to what they once were, he shall give anything and everything for the sake of that storied legacy.

Though force sensitive, and aware of this fact, he has had absolutely no training in the Jedi Arts over the course of his life. An opportunity robbed of him by the Jedi Purges.

Physical description: A white haired, middle aged man with a relatively toned physique in a stylistic blue trenchcoat. He wears a satisfied smile on his lips at all times, content and energized by the realization of his lifelong dream.

Equipment: The clothes on his back are almost all the equipment he needs, save the first of two items he spent sacrificed everything else for: An ancient force-imbued Katana, ancient beyond reckoning, called the Yamato. While ordinarily inert, and thus left alone by Inquisitors while they searched instead for more relevant Lightsabers and the like, Virgillius has found that in the hands of the destined Grand Master of the Green Jedi it howls with the strength of his connection to the Force. His swings are imbued with the elements to cut through all things in their path with a vacuum blade that is released with every slash.

Ship (Optional):A Star Commuter-2000, Official Designation: The Qlippoth. The second item Virgillius had spent everything upon obtaining. With it, he can now travel the stars, delivering the justice of Corellia in these lawless times to those in need.

@Honesty Crow I hope it's not too late to join?

Fate/Lost Epoch

Mehdi Al-Baliya'al

8,000 Feet Over Foreign District

Flight. Its not an uncommon thing for a well off magus to experience. There's all sorts of techniques, spells, and Mystic Codes that enabled one to fly. As a well off scion of an ancient family, of course Mehdi had soared through the sky.

But as the wind, fog, and cold whipped around him, he grinned like a loon all the same. But as his Servant circled through the clouds, bright lights and explosions popped to the West, catching his attention.

Mehdi whistled.

"Somebody's confident." Leaning on their shared connection, Mehdi spoke past the sound and noise to the Baron.

"Let's give it a bit, and see if our date decides to skip us for someone else tonight."

@Lucker13

Fate/Lost Epoch

Mehdi Al-Baliya'al

Shinto Town to Hilltop Church

"Time to close up shop for the night," Mehdi muttered to himself as night fell, fussing in the garden at the back of the Fruits of Ecstasy. A thoughtful hum saw a box being picked up from the ground. A sideways glance saw a sinuous green vine wrap itself around his arm affectionately.

An affectionate pat and surge of energy through his Magic Circuits, filling a flowering herb with love, and a Bounded Field snapped into place; warded against poison, insects, disease, and all magecraft of hostile intent.

The front door was locked with a careful click, and Mehdi looked towards the silvery moon, luxuriating in the feel of it on his skin before it faded away, numerous leaves bursting from his flesh, a silver cast indistinguishable from moonbeams.

Passing through Shinto Town, a length of green snapped loose, burrowing into pliant earth beneath a tree where birds slept.

As Mehdi walked upon the Hill with the Church, a second length snapped loose, burrowing into the grounds just beyond the iron fence which marked those hallowed grounds.

And so Mehdi continued walking alongside his Servant, approaching that first clearing, and with it that last vine slithered into the unnamed trees beyond the outskirts of Fuyuki.

While Gunner began preparing his noble phantasm, Mehdi leaned into the field of new growth, and pleased with the nutrient rich soil drew deeply upon the cultivation spells put together over nearly a millennia, and a certain, gnarled limb reached out to the magus in greeting.

"Hey there little guy," Mehdi cooed affectionately, "Enjoy your day?" He nodded l, stroking the plant and infusing it with the growth inducing magecraft, and beneath his feet Mehdi felt the plant take further root, drinking deeply of the meals that had been prepared for it

"Alright, now be a good kid and keep yourself hidden for when daddy gets back. He's off to make a certain young ladys night."

With a wink of crimson pupils, Mehdi nodded towards his Servant, snapping on a helmet and goggles that completely obscured his features. Let's have ourselves a nighttime rendevous, Captain. Give our hosts in this city something to remember us by in the morning.

"To the Foreign District."

@Lucker13

Fate/Lost Epoch

Mehdi Al-Baliya'al

Fruits of Ecstasy

Mehdi glanced at the deposited money, before dropping it into the register.

With a dramatic sigh and shrug he glanced towards his Servant

"Didn't even give me a tip," The magus sighs again, palm in his cheek, "Makes it all seem like a waste of time."

Fate/Lost Epoch

Servant Strategist

South Moor

"Roger that," The General replied to his Master, walking upwards towards where the change of clothes awaited.

"Heh, not bad." Strategist muttered, taking in the outfit.

The New Look

"Looking sharp, Doug." MacArthur said to himself as he stared into his reflection, a sardonic smile on his lips. Now, to wait for the CO to finish his preparations and get themselves started.

@Remon

Hippomenes raised an eyebrow. How bold. His smile returned as he closed the distance between them with cat like grace, watching the Master like hawk for any twitch of his body, he walked past him, brushing so close that their bodies almost touched, "I think I'll take you up on that offer, bold Master".

Mehdi Al-Baliya'al

Fruits of Ecstasy

"Bolds a good word for it," Mehdi replied, his eyes looking over the Rider curiously, and an eyebrow raising curiously at the high parameters it possessed.

"Sorry, everyone." He called out to the crowd, "Thats all our coupons for today," And with that he turned away from the milling pedestrians and lead the other Servant inside, ignoring the other employee and Servant Gunner to take his place behind the bar counter. Hands plucked at frozen strawberries, chopping them into cubes. Pale white wrapped around brown and green as kiwis were peeled, and a sharp fragrance breached the air as several leaves of mint were brought into the air.

Ice was tossed into the mixer, along with the first three ingredients, before Mehdi paused thoughtfully, then glanced at Rider thoughtfully for a moment.

He grinned.

"Eh, its happy hour somewhere."

With a practiced twirl the Master of Gunner produced a bottle of rum, splashing its contents into the mixture before turning on the machine.

@Lucker13

Fate/Lost Epoch

Servant Strategist

Silver smoke pools in the basement, an unbreachable fog that but for a moment carries with it the echoes of gunfire. The drumbeat of soldiers on the march. The cries of those who's lives were cut short, as a result of their actions and many others. A true pressure bears down upon Francesco's face for but a moment, the passing weight of the existence of a man who had carried the fate of entire nations and millions of lives upon his back.

The moment passes.

The fog stirs with the sound of a titanic inhalation, the remains of the summoning ritual flowing deeply into a corncob pipe. Even in the darkness, a pair of sunglasses flares as a hand comes up in salute.

"Servant Strategist, reporting for duty. I presume that you're my CO?"

A second chance has presented itself, this time with no scheming snake of a politician to stand in the way. Duty. Honor. Country.

@TehChron

A smile grew on Francesco's face widening three times in response to three distinct sounds he knew well. Ah, a military man, and a recent one going by the style of his uniform. "That I am, the name's Francesco Dimani and I'll be your partner for this War." With a gesture he made sure that the wards had not been distorted by the ritual, his other hand rising his pipe to his lips for a quick drag, then continued. "I have already begun the fortification of our base and I was planning on sending some familiars out as scouts while I did so, tho I am open to suggestions on your part, Strategist."

@Remon

The Servant doffs his cap, demeanor changing entirely to something casual as he removes his hat, "Reconnaissance is the first step, boss. Can't say that you've made a bad first impression going to an expert, but if we're going to do this we need to establish our credentials. As a Servant I'm not too great at frontal confrontations, and for that we'll need personnel."

The Servants mind is flooded with information on the basics of Magecraft, and with that his eyes narrow, "Can't say that Familiars meet that requirement. How do you feel about taking a more personal approach to scouting?" Strategist follows this up with a grin, taking out his pipe and holding it towards the younger magus.

"I've got a good feeling we're missing out on something great."

@TehChron @Lucker13

Shinto Town - Copenhagen ------> Fruits of Ecstasy

Hippomenes' nose perked up, a particular shift in the fruity smell he'd been following catching his attention.

Dirt, sweat, various plants, metal and magic.

Hippomenes tensed briefly then he forcefully relaxed his muscles mentally preparing for a possible battle as the sources of the odor came into view. Their eyes met.

@Remon

Mehdi Al-Beliya'al

Fruits of Ecstasy

Mehdi paused as the predators gaze focused upon him, a thrill of danger and anticipatory heat running up his spine as he turned a confident smirk towards what he could only assume to be a Servant. With a casual flick, he raised up the sad remains of his sheaf, a pair of half-price coupons, with the back of the waving hand bearing three crimson sigils, forming his Command Seals. A sphere carved into thirds, interposed with a single thread snaking around it, terminating at the top, where its flat end faced a triangular stem.

"Yo, handsome," Despite the distance, his red eyes never left the Servants, "Want a drink?"

With a thought, he told Gunner of the situation, and to prepare the bar for him to work.

@remon @lucker13

Fate/Lost Epoch

Servant Gunner

SHINTO DISTRICT, FRUITS OF ECSTASY

"You don't seem the worst I could work with and War has had me used to some pretty terrible things. The most I would ask out of you is your best to keep Civs out of this. I know that can be impossible at times but consider this my one condition, from someone who lived his last in protecting the Fatherland. As long as you Mehdi try your best in that regard I will not care for any other horrors you have planned."

@Lucker13

SHINTO DISTRICT, FRUITS OF ECSTASY

Mehdi Al-Belia'al

"Hmm," Mehdi hummed thoughtfully, "OKAY. Easy enough. Though I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid civilians entirely, you know?"

Gunner's Master held up a large sheaf of half-off any large smoothie coupons, "We are working, after all."

Chuckling lightly, the pale magus walked downstairs to the shop proper, "Yo." He called out to the younger man at the bar, who looked up Mehdi warily in response, "You guys got a garden or something out back?"

"...Wouldnt be much of a fruit bar if we didnt grow what we could." Comes the hesitant response.

Mehdi smirks, walks out back to the small planter and young trees that were kept there, "Ho? You kids dont look too shabby, hope you'll treat your new neighbors well, alright?" Chuckling, the magus began planting a few seeds in what little unclaimed space was available. Nothing too crazy. Just enough to keep this quaint little shop the edge it would need for his purposes.

With a smile and a few half muttered words, Mehdi walked out front, ignoring the tensed employee and entered the street properly.

"YO! Fruits of Ecstasy, half off their smoothies. Come now, for the sweetest release you'll ever experience!"

Fate/Lost Epoch

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SHINTO DISTRICT, FRUITS OF ECSTASY

Servant Gunner

@Lucker13

SHINTO DISTRICT, FRUITS OF ECSTASY

Mehdi Al-Belia'al

Having finally settled on a tight fitting black leather piece that matched his hair, Mehdi turned towards the inquisitive Servant.

"Likes, dislikes, huh?" He chuckles,"We'll we're putting our lives in each others hands, so whats more intimate than that?" A pale palm is held up, "I suppose you could say I sympathize with those little kids that grow up not knowing anything. The idea that ignorance is bliss, right? Innocence and all. It's the kind of thing that you dont realize is stifling until you get out of it." Mehdi gestures towards himself.

"Our family are magi, yeah?" Gunner nods and so he continues, "Means we're a bunch of crazies chasing our dream. Like a tree. Each generation, adding another ring, another layer, until we either reach the sky or die in the attempt."

He snorts, "Used to be...When I was a kid, I grew plants because I liked it. Learned magecraft because I liked it. Even when it hurt, it wasnt any different from working our fields, yeah?" Mehdi shrugs, "But that's all it was. That kid didnt get anything. He just followed directions, growing upwards without rhyme or reason because why would he? The world was everything around him."

"Then I got sent out. Made to really interact with people. Realize that innocence is nice, but it isnt really living. And when I did, I understood. Those guys, they're our competitors. Our allies. Its all one big, interacting, crosspollinating ecosystem baby. Each family puffs out and scatters its seeds hoping that when they take root they'll be just another inch closer to what we all want.

"And since we all came from the same place. And we're all going the same place, why not live it up while we're still here?" Mehdi chuckled, "Before we all return to the soil, lets eat, drink, fuck, and leave everyone around us feeling the ecstasy of our existence."

With that, he poses one last time, dragging his hands over his form

@Lucker13

Fate/Lost Epoch

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SHINTO DISTRICT, FRUITS OF ECSTASY

Servant Gunner

Times really had changed. Manfred couldn't help notice how much bigger everything was compared to his time and how much bright color was available. Being told information directly into your head was one thing, seeing it firsthand was another entirely. They had stopped shortly at the edge of the City to get him some less eye catching clothes at the edge of the Shinto District, Manfred got himself some easy sneakers, blue jeans and a comfortable red T-shirt. He couldn't resist. He also took the time asking his Master basic questions before they got into the City of what he could do, which turned out to be quite a lot with something as simple as a green thumb.

After the short stop they came to the a store named Fruits of Ecstasy of all things. Only a short time with his Master and he already knew it fit him to a T. It was near a place of intense foot traffic somewhat near the bridge. Turning to his Master who looked eager to explain further, Manfred began as such,

"From what I can see on the menu this is a place that makes, uh, shakes?" Gunner gives a brief squint at all the fruity options available.

"Not the kind of place I imagined to be during a good portion of this War, but with your particular skills I can see why. Are we to work here then?"
@TehChron

@Lucker13

SHINTO DISTRICT, FRUITS OF ECSTASY

Mehdi Al-Belia'al

"No, the shakes are what we do for tips," Mehdi replies absently, toying with loose strands of hair as he palms his hand into trees lining the sidewalk before blinking, "OH!" He blinks owlishly before turning a cunning smile towards Gunner, "Yes, you and I need to blend in to our surroundings. Be a natural part of this city." The magus gestures towards the rest of the city, "In this city, we have the three families, who've long prepared for the war. They'll be looking out for oddities. Travelers. Suspicious trespassers into their little grove. But you and me?"

Master turns away from Servant, and approaches the door to the fruit bar, "We'll blend like in. Just another tree in the old forest."

As Mehdi enters the establishment, the pale man strides towards the counter of the fruit bar, where a lanky twenty-something stands at attention with the fearful attentiveness of those trapped in the hell that is the food industry. The raven haired magus closes the distance swiftly, slamming both palms onto the countertop while affixing the young man with a glare.

"Let me see your manager."

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm authorized to resolve any issues you have?" The shorter, nervous Japanese quails beneath Mehdis piercing gaze. The silence draws out for a moment, before he opens his mouth again, "Sir, I-,

"Let me see your manager."

The fruit bartender sighs, his shoulders sagging in defeat before walking towards the back. As he watches him go, Mehdi casts an appraising eye over his retreating figure before shaking his head in dismissal, idly peeling open the upper layers of his outfit, the better to expose his chest to the air.

In a few short moments a dimunitive figure trundles behind the bar, an older woman, still youthful appearing but honestly that told Mehdi nothing.

The new arrival cast an eye over him warily, "What do you want?"

Mehdi turned his best smile to the obvious proprietess, "Are you hiring? My friend and I," he gestures towards Gunner behind him, "Are searching for a place to work for a short while, just raise some money to fund the rest of our trip across your fine..." Mehdi leans over, as if to meet the older womans eyes. He traces her gaze and pauses, then continues to descend further and just turn it into a full fledged bow, "Country."

A faint feeling of heat bloomed over his chest as he felt the store managers hungry gaze linger, before he heard the sound of her throat clearing.

Got 'em.

"We can see what we can do." Mehdi leaned back up, still holding the woman's eye, "I'll need to see some identification for you though."

Red eyes twinkled, and the scent of an alluring, sweet breeze wafted from his body, "No, you don't think thats necessary at all."

She breathes deeply, her eyes going oddly placid as the woman's elevated heartrate took the particules that actuated the hypnosis through her bloodstream, and directly into her mind, "You're right. I don't." She grins simply, a sensation of childish euphoria filling her being, "You smell nice."

"I know." Mehdi smirks, "Now, why don't you tell me if there's any where my friend and I can stay around here...?"

Fate/Lost Epoch

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Clasping the offered arm and giving it a few good pumps, Servant Gunner chuckles. "It's hard to argue when put like that. Best for you to lead on then, I'm rather distinct when I travel, especially during the day and I figured we need time to set up a plan of attack and who are priority targets and so on without giving the game away yet."

He looks back at the sky and gives a what can you do type of shrug. He then looks back at his Master Mehdi and gives a grim grin, eyes glowing beneath the shade of his cap.

"Once preparations are over I'll be glad to show these old bedtime story Heroes on how War is to be done."

Servant Gunner

@TehChron

@Lucker13

Mehdi Al-Belia'al

"No time like the present," The youthful magus replies, "We just need to take the time to line everything up, and I have the perfect place in mind to get ready for the action later on." Red pupils dart back and forth, then he steps into the center of the array, where some semblance of the silver mist still clings in spite of the morning air.

Mehdi reaches into the pocket of his uniform, withdrawing an inappropriately sized pot, a gnarled sapling grasping hungrily into the air. Mehdi coos affectionately at it, and the sapling appears to twitch towards the sound of his voice. The magus smirks, and he places the pot into the center of the circle, the object sinking effortlessly into the soft, rich earth. The remaining silver mist is now gone.

"One last thing," he says to his Servant, and with a few whispered words, the grass of the field grows outwards, drinking slightly from his Circuits, and hiding the wounds etched into the earth, and what he had hidden with it. To anyone's senses, this clearing appeared to be just another clearing in the forest. One of countless hundreds.

His job done, Mehdi patted his hands on his pants, "Let's go."

With those words, the two departed back into the city. Mehdi had his eyes on an ideal base of operations:

A trendy fruit bar in the Shinto business district, conveniently named "Fruits of Ecstasy"

"First things first, Gunner, it's time we got ourselves a job."

@Lucker13