We'll be getting a collab done within a few days for our Servant interactions. Apologies for the wait, Enk's work has been hectic and I'm studying for an upcoming exam.
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STATUS: @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins. 1 yr ago
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
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Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
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"I see...thanks Archimedes. I'm struggling to find a common weakness they might have, but maybe its one of those things where a stronger Servant is more likely to lose to this particular problem. I was thinking military experience was a common point, but Helena isn't exactly a general or anything."
"Last one's me. C'mon, A-Grade..." Elise would say under her breath, clenching her right hand and holding it out.
"Let silver and steel be the essence..." she would say, her Magic Circuits coming alight as she recited the same oath as everyone else, the incantation to summon her Servant.
"An oath shall be sworn here..." Now, was the appointed time. The proper place. The vessel of power would descend and manifest, Elise's guardian against the dangers of the past, and the necessary tool to protect the future.
"From the highest Heaven, and from the deepest hell attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!" The spell would complete in full, the incantation causing the summoning circle to alight with the power induced by the Third Magic, the Throne answering Elise's summons and bringing forth her Servant.
As Elise finished her rendition of the oath, and the blinding lights of heroism died out, she would be left with no Servant of Yore, no valiant hero of days gone, of stories told, and legends made. No. All she would be left with was a dingy, old tea kettle that was puffing steam from a nonexistent flame.
Oh, and it was musical, too, as the steam whistled an oddly familiar, but pitch shifted (gotta avoid that copyright strike) tune that any child of the right generation knew by heart.
Elise would stare in the most point-blank, undeniable confusion as she looked around, seeing that the other summons had succeeded. She checked her shoulder as it felt like it was on fire, seeing the command spells forming on it and…a tea kettle.
She’d summoned a tea kettle.
Going over, she would carefully grab the handle of it, seeing as there was absolutely no way she hadn’t passed out and was hallucinating right now. After all, there was no way a mage of her caliber failed a summoning ritual.
And she was definitely not on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of going into battle against Servants throwing hot tea at them.
"Ara ara~! I know I'm hot, but you never grab a lady by her tail, you know!"
"...Hey, Conner, can you just like, slap me across the face so I know I’m not dreaming? The tea kettle is talking…" she said, looking very tired already.
"You don't need that twerp to do what I can do!" Elise would suddenly eat a faceful of scaldingly cold water. Like, a bucket of ice on her face.
Elise would fall on her back, releasing the tea kettle as she was splashed, shaking her face in surprise. "W-Wait, if you can talk and you’re an object…are you some sort of Yōkai Servant?"
"Is there a chicken around, because someone just won herself a dinner!" Suddenly, very long, shapely legs popped out of the hind of the kettle, while slender, graceful arms popped out the front, and an attractive, in a rather matronly way, woman popped her head out of the mouth of the belly - wearing the kettle lid on her head like a hat. "Yo dayo!"
A long pause would be Elise’s answer, before she slumped on her back, smiling. "Okay, for a second there, you got me. So, you’re a Servant that can shapeshift…or, no. Perhaps that tea kettle is your true form, and this body is the one you shapeshift into…" Elise would stand, before walking around her Servant. "...Caster? Would you reveal your True Name to me?"
Smirking, the woman would, all too suddenly, explode into the air, and grow to several times her size. "My name?! My name!?" she asks, as a giant half-kettle, half-woman parts - doing her best to sexily pose - before sucked her ladu pieces in the metal kettle the size of half the room. "Honey! You can call me many things! Attractive! Sexy! Stylish! Rogue! Earl Grey, and Debonair!" she says, before kicking a door our of the side of the kettle like it was a house, "Boom, baby! You're standing before the Empress of Tea, the Savior of Simping Priests, the Thousand Cups Princess, herself!" The woman coyly hid behind her giant as hell, fluffy as fuck raccoon tail, as she boasted, "Casters wanna be me! Masters wanna see me! Everyone loves me! The one and only, Tea Kettle Servant! Bunbuku Chagama, at your service!"
"And, lemme tell ya, you ain't never had a Servant like me!" Bunbuku winked.
"If you start singing copyrighted material I will use a command spell to stop you," Elise warned, before smiling. "Gotta admit though…I’m curious what you can do in a fight."
"Oh, the usual Tea Kettle stuff. Set stuff on fire. Blow things up. Set blown up things on fire. Set a tidal wave of sake on fire. End world thirst, or flood the planet. You know, basic first grade magic class stuff," Bunbuku says, casually puffing on her kiseru.
That all definitely did not sound like usual Tea Kettle stuff.
But, Elise would judge that as being sufficient. A Caster-class Servant was low on mana consumption, so she was glad this one seemed to be on the more offensive side of things. "You make sake too?"
"Tea is the speciality of a Tea Kettle, but one as magnificent as myself, I'm not behold to one specialty, and fermented tea leaves will afford you alcohol all the same," Bunbuku says.
"Though, I've no revelations in making it, if you intend to ask. Unless you wanna talk about tea sake!"
Elise would clasp her hands together and beam. "Oh, don’t worry about that part. I think you and I are gonna get along juuuust fine," she would say, before going over and patting Bunbuku on the shoulder.
"But, of course! Everyone gets along with Tea Kettles," Bunbuku says, puffing her kiseru; the smoke smelled strong as hell of Earl Grey, with its distinctly black pepper smell.
Despite summoning what to most was a decidedly weak Servant, her legend stemming from a tea kettle, Elise had a feeling her compatibility with Bunbuku Chaguma would mean they’d work swimmingly well together. "Sip of absinthe?" Elise offered, holding up the drinking horn she’d had on her hip the whole time.
"Needs a bit more age," Bunbuku says, drawing the horn to her lips, and blowing smoke into the belly of it. Elise could feel the magic of the old, the era of Japan where it was at its apex of magic, before it dissipated like steam. "Try that."
"Oh, I trust that its perfect now. Just, a bit on the job. I figured its okay for a Servant to have a sip, but the Director might kill me if I’m drinking on the job. Off the job however? I’ll have to see how much a tea kettle can drink." Elise smirked, confident she could drink her Servant under the table.
"Last one's me. C'mon, A-Grade..." Elise would say under her breath, clenching her right hand and holding it out.
"Let silver and steel be the essence..." she would say, her Magic Circuits coming alight as she recited the same oath as everyone else, the incantation to summon her Servant.
"An oath shall be sworn here..." Now, was the appointed time. The proper place. The vessel of power would descend and manifest, Elise's guardian against the dangers of the past, and the necessary tool to protect the future.
"From the highest Heaven, and from the deepest hell attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!" The spell would complete in full, the incantation causing the summoning circle to alight with the power induced by the Third Magic, the Throne answering Elise's summons and bringing forth her Servant.
As Elise finished her rendition of the oath, and the blinding lights of heroism died out, she would be left with no Servant of Yore, no valiant hero of days gone, of stories told, and legends made. No. All she would be left with was a dingy, old tea kettle that was puffing steam from a nonexistent flame.
Oh, and it was musical, too, as the steam whistled an oddly familiar, but pitch shifted (gotta avoid that copyright strike) tune that any child of the right generation knew by heart.
Elise would stare in the most point-blank, undeniable confusion as she looked around, seeing that the other summons had succeeded. She checked her shoulder as it felt like it was on fire, seeing the command spells forming on it and…a tea kettle.
She’d summoned a tea kettle.
Going over, she would carefully grab the handle of it, seeing as there was absolutely no way she hadn’t passed out and was hallucinating right now. After all, there was no way a mage of her caliber failed a summoning ritual.
And she was definitely not on the verge of a panic attack at the thought of going into battle against Servants throwing hot tea at them.
"Ara ara~! I know I'm hot, but you never grab a lady by her tail, you know!"
"...Hey, Conner, can you just like, slap me across the face so I know I’m not dreaming? The tea kettle is talking…" she said, looking very tired already.
"You don't need that twerp to do what I can do!" Elise would suddenly eat a faceful of scaldingly cold water. Like, a bucket of ice on her face.
Elise would fall on her back, releasing the tea kettle as she was splashed, shaking her face in surprise. "W-Wait, if you can talk and you’re an object…are you some sort of Yōkai Servant?"
"Is there a chicken around, because someone just won herself a dinner!" Suddenly, very long, shapely legs popped out of the hind of the kettle, while slender, graceful arms popped out the front, and an attractive, in a rather matronly way, woman popped her head out of the mouth of the belly - wearing the kettle lid on her head like a hat. "Yo dayo!"
A long pause would be Elise’s answer, before she slumped on her back, smiling. "Okay, for a second there, you got me. So, you’re a Servant that can shapeshift…or, no. Perhaps that tea kettle is your true form, and this body is the one you shapeshift into…" Elise would stand, before walking around her Servant. "...Caster? Would you reveal your True Name to me?"
Smirking, the woman would, all too suddenly, explode into the air, and grow to several times her size. "My name?! My name!?" she asks, as a giant half-kettle, half-woman parts - doing her best to sexily pose - before sucked her ladu pieces in the metal kettle the size of half the room. "Honey! You can call me many things! Attractive! Sexy! Stylish! Rogue! Earl Grey, and Debonair!" she says, before kicking a door our of the side of the kettle like it was a house, "Boom, baby! You're standing before the Empress of Tea, the Savior of Simping Priests, the Thousand Cups Princess, herself!" The woman coyly hid behind her giant as hell, fluffy as fuck raccoon tail, as she boasted, "Casters wanna be me! Masters wanna see me! Everyone loves me! The one and only, Tea Kettle Servant! Bunbuku Chagama, at your service!"
"And, lemme tell ya, you ain't never had a Servant like me!" Bunbuku winked.
"If you start singing copyrighted material I will use a command spell to stop you," Elise warned, before smiling. "Gotta admit though…I’m curious what you can do in a fight."
"Oh, the usual Tea Kettle stuff. Set stuff on fire. Blow things up. Set blown up things on fire. Set a tidal wave of sake on fire. End world thirst, or flood the planet. You know, basic first grade magic class stuff," Bunbuku says, casually puffing on her kiseru.
That all definitely did not sound like usual Tea Kettle stuff.
But, Elise would judge that as being sufficient. A Caster-class Servant was low on mana consumption, so she was glad this one seemed to be on the more offensive side of things. "You make sake too?"
"Tea is the speciality of a Tea Kettle, but one as magnificent as myself, I'm not behold to one specialty, and fermented tea leaves will afford you alcohol all the same," Bunbuku says.
"Though, I've no revelations in making it, if you intend to ask. Unless you wanna talk about tea sake!"
Elise would clasp her hands together and beam. "Oh, don’t worry about that part. I think you and I are gonna get along juuuust fine," she would say, before going over and patting Bunbuku on the shoulder.
"But, of course! Everyone gets along with Tea Kettles," Bunbuku says, puffing her kiseru; the smoke smelled strong as hell of Earl Grey, with its distinctly black pepper smell.
Despite summoning what to most was a decidedly weak Servant, her legend stemming from a tea kettle, Elise had a feeling her compatibility with Bunbuku Chaguma would mean they’d work swimmingly well together. "Sip of absinthe?" Elise offered, holding up the drinking horn she’d had on her hip the whole time.
"Needs a bit more age," Bunbuku says, drawing the horn to her lips, and blowing smoke into the belly of it. Elise could feel the magic of the old, the era of Japan where it was at its apex of magic, before it dissipated like steam. "Try that."
"Oh, I trust that its perfect now. Just, a bit on the job. I figured its okay for a Servant to have a sip, but the Director might kill me if I’m drinking on the job. Off the job however? I’ll have to see how much a tea kettle can drink." Elise smirked, confident she could drink her Servant under the table.
Bunbuku Chagama's lips tugged into a tiny smirk, 'What a fun friend I have... Nine-hundred-ninety-nine to go...' before she beamed, "To unhealthy choices, and, uh, saving the world, I guess!"
Aside from affirming Archimedes' info as being helpful, Elise wouldn't have much to say. You can go ahead and proceed and I'll just put her response at the start of my next post so it cuts down on waiting.
Poking my head in to express some interest.
Having held her tongue for a rather lengthy period of time after her question was answered, Elise would wait with a furrowed brow while the disagreement in policy between Scarlett and the Director occured. While she did agree that this was tantamount to tossing them down a cliff Team A had just fallen off of, it did at least comfort her somewhat that Archimedes had indeed rigged the summoning system just a bit in their favor. "Y'know, I'm glad I won't have to explain a bunch of stuff about our objective to our Servants and all, but aren't the really proud ones that reluctantly answer a summoning way stronger? Ah hell, we're wasting too much time...either way, its either we don't go and Team A dies and the Singularity gets out of control, or we go, and maybe die, and then time goes out the window."
Considering something for a moment though, Elise would look to Archimedes. "Actually, can we have a summarized report of the abilities of Team A's Servants? Maybe if we can find a common weakness, we can at least discern what has them indisposed. Anything can help, even if its as simple as all of Team A being in top form at the time of deployment."
With her suggestion offered, Elise would then move beside Scarlett and gently nudge her with her elbow, whispering: "Scarlett, I feel you on this kind of being bullshit, but its either we go and try, or we wind up never being born from the Singularity festering. And no being born means none of those sandwiches you like. Or students to teach. We can submit a full complaint to HR later, but right now, humanity needs us. ...Also, their names are Leon and Conner. Not Libra and Capricorn."
Considering something for a moment though, Elise would look to Archimedes. "Actually, can we have a summarized report of the abilities of Team A's Servants? Maybe if we can find a common weakness, we can at least discern what has them indisposed. Anything can help, even if its as simple as all of Team A being in top form at the time of deployment."
With her suggestion offered, Elise would then move beside Scarlett and gently nudge her with her elbow, whispering: "Scarlett, I feel you on this kind of being bullshit, but its either we go and try, or we wind up never being born from the Singularity festering. And no being born means none of those sandwiches you like. Or students to teach. We can submit a full complaint to HR later, but right now, humanity needs us. ...Also, their names are Leon and Conner. Not Libra and Capricorn."
When it came time to ask questions, Elise would wait a moment before she'd consider asking her's, seeing how well-prepped her teammates were mentally. Overall they were handling it well enough, for basically being told "Team A is missing, go find out why". Elise had a couple of concerns of her own however, crossing her arms and listening to the concerns of the others before speaking up.
"Director Orson, Scarlett has a point. Team A was the best of the best, and their Servants were top-notch as well. I'm not saying I won't go, but won't we need some incredible firepower to even guarantee us making it back alive? ...Then again, I imagine the Clocktower wouldn't go handing out catalysts for powerful summonings without a ton of restrictions."
Elise would put a hand on her hip, and gesture towards Archimedes. "Then again, I imagine a genius like you has a plan in mind for rigging the summoning in our favor, right Archimedes? Having at least two A-Grade Servants would raise our chances of success."
"Director Orson, Scarlett has a point. Team A was the best of the best, and their Servants were top-notch as well. I'm not saying I won't go, but won't we need some incredible firepower to even guarantee us making it back alive? ...Then again, I imagine the Clocktower wouldn't go handing out catalysts for powerful summonings without a ton of restrictions."
Elise would put a hand on her hip, and gesture towards Archimedes. "Then again, I imagine a genius like you has a plan in mind for rigging the summoning in our favor, right Archimedes? Having at least two A-Grade Servants would raise our chances of success."
At first, Alice was a bit confused on what Brandy meant about her being scary, until she realized. "Ohhh, that. Uh, that only happens on Full Moons, and that one already happened. Werewolves like me get crazy strong and wild on full moons, but its not like something I can control very well."
Sofia didn't look reassured at all, fully aware you couldn't just beat up a ghost and take its lunch money. But, her eyes did light up when Alice said: "We have time for some shopping. You two go on ahead though, mine's just all boring alchemy stuff. Also, here, this should help with the road-burns." Alice would offer Brandy one of her Restoration potions, which would get her back into tit-top-shape. Also, this time, it tasted like cherry.
Sofia had a pale gray blush from watching Brandy just...massage her bosom in public, saying: "P-Perhaps we should go shopping now before I have to shoot someone for staring."
Sofia didn't look reassured at all, fully aware you couldn't just beat up a ghost and take its lunch money. But, her eyes did light up when Alice said: "We have time for some shopping. You two go on ahead though, mine's just all boring alchemy stuff. Also, here, this should help with the road-burns." Alice would offer Brandy one of her Restoration potions, which would get her back into tit-top-shape. Also, this time, it tasted like cherry.
Sofia had a pale gray blush from watching Brandy just...massage her bosom in public, saying: "P-Perhaps we should go shopping now before I have to shoot someone for staring."
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