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Fate/Grand Order - Advent of the World Shattering Star

@vancexentan

Regarding the stuff that could be changed for the situation:

As it stands, it really feels like Archimedes is only contacting Leon directly when honestly, his warnings could also be useful for Celtchar/Scarlett in the field.

Even if you did accept Scarlett to fill up bodies, Orson and Archimedes should still probably understand where Scarlett is coming from in terms of trauma, and handle her with a bit more delicacy given that she's got psychological issues to go with her battle prowess.

Scarlett and Celtchar were scouting, and combat was meant to be a last resort. Scarlett even slowed her heartrate so they could sneak around better. It just feels odd to get randomly jumped by 20 skeletons all at once when the intent was stealth with combat maybe happening. Not to say I don't want Celtchar to fight, but they were going to try and pinch the enemy with the other Servants.

Also I'd say that in the future, Leon should be more specific with orders since if he specified "Celtchar, Scarlett, scout 200 meters ahead of the rest of us" that gives a very good metric for distance, and then it'd make sense if Archimedes was irate that they went well beyond that distance.

I hope this was helpful and doesn't come across as mean. Also, remember, its always possible to improve your writing! Heck, RPGuild helped me improve a lot myself.

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Weren't Celtchar and Scarlett given the go-ahead to scout at the bridge as the vanguard?

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Lancer and Scarlett Mobilizing

As soon as Libra mentioned Saber, Scarlett was already out the window; armed and moving out. Loosely, he’d given her the right to go-ahead at her ready, and that was all she wanted - to be away from him, away from Capricorn, before she did something beyond speak. To be lectured about not listening, and then demonstrated monstrous hypocrisy - That little shit. I’m not listening? I readily agreed with Celtchar, and then suddenly, I’m being told I should follow through on an idea I already said yes to!? - on the highest level before Leon tried to make a plan that she neither cared to hear or follow.

“Celtchar, I can handle myself on the ground. So, you take to the rooves,” she says, “Unless you can do that spooky ghost thing, in which case, let’s swap. The rooves aren’t so far apart that I can’t jump the gaps.”

Prior to departing, Celtchar would sigh, holding his sheathed lance over his shoulders with his arms over it. "Yeah, I’m all for taking point. Don’t worry, I’ll scope out the river. But don’t hang around too long. Place reeks of something wrong with it…Saber’s instincts are on the money." Heading towards the window, his body would begin to dissolve as he entered his spirit form, giving one last regard to Leon and Connor by saying: "If you’re gonna stay put, do as mages do and make it a pain in the ass to get inside."

Catching up with little effort to Scarlett, Celtchar would re-materialize, running backwards atop the rooftops while looking at his Master. "Archimedes said the bridge is a hot zone, so I’m going to make that a caution area. I know we agreed to fight together, but if its multiple Servants, I’ll have to ask you to stand back. And, sure I can move in my Spirit form, but are you sure you wouldn’t rather take the road?"

Dropping down before Scarlett, Celtchar would say: "Also, don’t forget one important thing. To trust me. I’ll keep you safe if the situation calls for it."

“I’m a gunner. I specialize in the high ground and staying back,” Scarlett says, “Unless there’s an Archer or an offensive Caster present, I will be safe in your shadow,” she says, smiling up at him. “However, I am glad I can trust you... I have.... I.... hrm...”

Scarlett seemed wary to speak, glancing at her collar, where her issued Mystic Code’s radio was located.

Celtchar would note her hesitancy to speak, before smirking. "Oh I know, I’m as devilishly handsome as Diarmuid and have completely stolen the words from your mouth," he said, slicking his hair back with a hand, before descending beside her, taking his lance and gouging the Earth while keeping the facade up, writing out: “Shh” in the concrete. "My ridiculously handsome face aside, let’s get you up on the rooftops. I’ll turn any skeletons we run into into bone meal," he said, picking Scarlett up in his arms before depositing her on the roof.

Scarlett would meep, blushing as she was pulled up, before she pulled out her “helpful book”, and started writing in Gaelic script with a bit of Modern Irish script to fill in the blanks.

<I don’t trust Orson.> Scarlett sucked on her pen nib, as before the green pen hit the page again. <I don’t trust Archimedes, either.>

Snatching the book, Celtchar would write with her pen in a much messier script, saying: <That’s okay. Just trust me then.>

Scarlett nodded, taking the book back. <I feel like you are the only one I can. However...> Her eyes turned to look at him, before she continued. <How much of that loyalty is in me, and not the oath that binds we?>

Another snatching, this time with Celtchar saying: "Are you drawing my handsome face in there? Nice, nice, my beard looks perfect in that color," as he wrote out: <Your oath fucking sucked, so…all of it?>

“Not much else to do, while you’re carrying me. Damn bridge must be far off...” Scarlett says, before writing out. <Screw you. I’m an Alchemist. Not a fucking Mage. As you’ve seen, I’m a woman of action.>

Celtchar smirked. "Who the hell said I was carrying you all the way there?" he said before putting her on her feet. Fast as could be he would write: <Alchemist, mage, all the same. At least you have balls. Let’s go.>

“You better not slow down,” Scarlett says, nodding to his written message. “Since I have a life force, I’ll play the role of bait. Skeletons love that kind of shit,” she says, “Sound like a plan?”

"Not really. It’d be better to go along to the bridge and avoid fighting as much as we can aside from mopping up stragglers."

“Yes, but if we turn the enemy force’s attention in a direction we favour...” Scarlett hinted.

"So long as I get to crack some skulls, I guess I don’t care. Let’s go!"

Scarlett smiled, and started for the bridge. “The plan is simple,” she says, “We’ll go underneath it, to the other side, and then attack from there in quick strikes. That will open the enemy to a flanking attack.”

"Got it. But if we spot a Servant, you let me do the fighting."

“Deal,” Scarlett says, “Still Heart.” she says, before Cletchar could hear her heartbeat slow down to dangerously slow BPM. She was all but perfectly hidden to anything listening hard enough.

With their plan in motion, Celtchar and Scarlett would cut their way to the bridge, ready to face whatever awaited them as the vanguard…

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Meanwhile…

Elise stared in horror at the knife being presented. So that was human blood…and from a renowned family’s member. Something had gone wrong with this place to be certain but…had it been caused by interference, or a naturally occurring branch in a series of decisions? Regardless, Elise would shake her head, saying: "So, we have a knife, a blood type, and that’s it…we don’t really have a lot to go on with this. But…maybe we should do as Celtchar said and fortify this place if we’re going to stay put. But…frankly, I’m not the type of Mage with a lot of spells for fortifying an area. Best I can do is make a minor bounded field with some of the plants but that would take a ritual."

Getting an idea, Elise would go and get Bunbuku in the kitchen to see if the knife had come from the kitchen…and it certainly seemed it had, judging from the missing knife in the sharpening block. "Bunbuku, we might be having the Servants mobilize towards the bridge. Think you’re combat ready?"

“Yeah, but I don’t see the point,” Bunbuku says. “Scarry and Charry already left. I assume they are going to the bridge,” she says, “If I had to guess, based on the average warrior tactics, they are going to cross the bridge somehow, and distract, so better for Mordy and Franny to go, and hit them from behind.”

Elise would shake her head, saying: "If we knew the enemy numbers that’d be a valid tactic. But we need to bring out all our firepower just in case we’re up against an equal or greater number of Servants. After all, do you think Celtchar could take on five of Mordred if it came down to it? Just based on what you can tell about their strengths?"

“Probably,” Bunbuku says. “Charry isn’t stupid. He would goad Mordy into a trap - he seem like the hunter-type, after all - and take each of them out, one by one,” she says, “Not to mention his lance and its bloody smell... well... we’ll worry about that if it comes to it.”

Elise wasn’t sure how Bunbuku figured any one Servant could beat five strong Sabers, but would say: "Okay, but you have to admit he’d fare better with backup. Regardless, please, just get ready. Much as I look forward to your cooking, right now clearing out hostiles is our top priority."

“Is that not what his Master is for,” Bunbuku asks.

Elise sighed, before saying: "Bunbuku…I’m talking Servant-level backup. Besides, if you’re not there…" She would suddenly point at Bunbuku Chagama, and say: "Who would make sure that Lancer gets a nice hot cup of tea after a raging battle!?"

Bunbuku sighed, before drawing on her kiseru. “Guilt tripping me,” she asks. “I’m impressed.”

Elise playfully stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, knocking herself on the head once. "Caught me! But I am a mage y’know. And its more efficient than burning a Command Spell."

“Very well,” Bunbuku says. “Come along. I’m sure it’s best that we get to moving on. If anything, perhaps, it is best I come along, since my Noble Phantasm will be quite useful.”

"Mhm, mhm. I’ll go with you and the other Servants too. Once everyone’s ready, of course."

“Do hurry them up,” Bunbuku says. “I’m not made of either time or patience.”

Elise would go ahead and get things ready, wondering how a tea kettle lacked patience.

Fire burned hot. But, water yielded at its own pace. And yet, fire still burned hot, impatiently trying to bring the water to its temperature, until it did so.

Returning to the men of the squad, she would say: "So, Bunbuku is ready to depart. How long do you think until we can get Frankenstein and Mordred ready to move?"

Fate/Grand Order - Advent of the World Shattering Star

Maybe this is a sign I should fall asleep after accidentally posting IC in the OOC...

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Woop, nevermind, misread part of the post!

Urban Starlight Wonderland: A Magical Girl RP

Shizuka Hoshiguma

As the sun began to set over Shinjuku, a sense of unease overtook Shizuka. She'd been at this Magical Girl business for at least a week now, but it didn't make the shadows coming alive more palatable. Making her way to a rooftop, the girl would spread her arms out, a small flat-screen device coming to life in her pocket.

"All things are aligned: Stars, Planets, Cosmos, Infinity...Come! Magical Starlight Change!"

So she would say, pulling the screen-device out and holding it aloft, a thin beam of light reaching up from it towards the heavens above. In the busy streets of Shinjuku, lit up even at night, this light would be drowned out before the girl who caused it changed, hair taking on the shine of the sun with a sea of stars shining in her eyes. Right now, this ordinary high school girl was becoming someone capable of protecting this city.

Fully transformed into Magical Starlighter, Shizuka would connect her transformation-key-device-thing-a-ma-bob to the satellite that accompanied her Transformation: Big Dipper. With her eye-in-the-sky online, the girl would receive data of the air-to-ground visuals and relay them in the group chat.

[HoshiKuma]: OMW! {accompanied by a sticker of a bear running, and an image graph showing a satellite view of Shinjuku zoomed in to show the three Magical Girls already present for everyone else}

"Boost!" Shizuka would say before the undersides of her soles came alight with blue energy, sending her rocketing into the air before she angled her body to start heading in the direction of Himeko, starting the process to convert the Big Dipper into its cannon state.

@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Rin

The girl would arrive overhead, needing to slowly control her thrusters as she landed a distance behind the others, unceremoniously landing on her behind before getting up. "Ow, ow ow...S-Starlighter, here to provide backup!" she would say, just as her arm's state shifted, a large futuristic cannon forming on it, with her hand sheathed inside to hold the "handle" from within. Though admittedly, it looked like the situation was well-in-hand with three Magical Girls already here. ...Still, that wasn't going to stop her from raising her cannon, prepared to sneak a few shots in on the Shade from the air if they did need her help.

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Well, that was comforting. At least they'd only die from a vague threat of stranding them in time if they turned traitor. Conveniently mentioned after authority was questioned. Right now, Elise was really glad she hadn't taken a swig of her horn in front of Orson, since he seemed like a huge stickler for policy, and Archimedes was enough of a stick in the mud that he saw zero issue with that.

...She'd treat herself and Bunbuku once they got back, hoping they wouldn't have to fight Team A. They were cream of the crop with top-line Servants, so that was pretty much a death sentence. With the Rayshift nausea passing in time, Elise would shake her head and take in her surroundings. "Quaint," she commented, looking out a window beside Conner. "If its low-level bone soldiers without their controller nearby, that probably means we're looking at a proficient enough mage to send them out in droves without needing to control them," she commented.

Bunbuku Chaguma, do you think you can erect a bounded field? Even a basic alarm or barrier can do. Unless you'd rather go out and crack some skulls," Elise offered, smiling at her Servant.

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...So that was how he would play it then? Some part of Celtchar was thinking this whole mission seemed like too much of a hassle with the zero information Chaldea had. Was Team A dead or alive? Were their vitals being faked? What could have beaten top-class Servants? None of that really mattered though with the vague threat to Team B meaning his Master's life was on the line. So for now, he'd obey without question. Leaning a hand on his Master's shoulder, he'd whisper: "It'll be okay. Just trust me. If you can't trust anything else, trust your weapon. If you can't trust authority, trust the mission. If you can't trust yourself, trust your instincts And if your instincts are screaming that you're in danger..." He would thrust a thumb at his chest, saying: "Call my name and I'll come running. That's why its great that you've got it memorized now."

To a Servant, the rayshift process was no different than materializing, with the Master as their anchor. Right away a plan was formed to have Frankenstein scout around the grounds which-

"...Wait, we're having the Berserker scout? I mean, as long as its just the estate but..." Celtchar audibly questioned, before shaking his head. "Alright, that aside, if a Mage is cowering somewhere and licking their wounds, its gotta be somewhere they can set up a workshop. Master, Team Leader, I could scout further out. Try and sense magic in remote locations. For now though..." Celtchar would beam, drawing his lance from his back, still in its sheathe. "If there's a Servant in the newspaper, that's already pretty bad. Master, Leader, want me to go out and see what the deal is?"

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Finished our collabs and posted! Sorry for the wait.

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In the span of time that Mordred would be surprised by Bunbuku’s existence, Elise would already be working on getting to know her Servant as best she was able, examining her status in detail through their magic circuit connection. "You’re surprisingly tough for a Caster…and your luck is through the roof," she noted.

"I’m just that damn awesome," Bunbuku says, clicking her kiseru’s flint with a smirk. "Bestower of Eight Virtue, I can even dodge Gae Bolg and Zabaniya. That’s just how hype I am. You can bow, or kneel. Doesn’t matter."

"Got it, but let’s hope you don’t go up against stuff like that to begin with," Elise said, not stopping as she took notes and took a knee, asking: "So how do you fight exactly? Scalding hot water thrown via magecraft? Physical attacks delivered via your Mana Burst skills?"

"This pipe. This gourd. And, deez nuts," Bunbuku smirked.

Elise visibly cringed at that last statement.

"Oh, c’mon, Master, smile a little - a lot - and often," Bunbuku says, pulling Elise’s cheeks up.

Elise sighed as her cheeks were tugged. "I guess. Either way, you seem dependable enough, even if you’re about as serious as a clown in a pie factory."

"Pie? Lame," Bunbuku says. "Dependability is a two-way, though, Master, so you better hold up your end of the highway."

"Y’know what, that’s fair," Elise said, getting up. "As a magus, my expertise is in potion-making. I may not have a lot of directly useful spells in combat, but I do have non-toxic potions that should work even on a Servant. Healing, Mana Infusion, Strengthening…I even have a poison that drives enemies a little insane." Putting a hand into the pouch hanging off her side with her drinking horn attached, she would pull out small ampoule bottles, marked and colored. "I also make the best wine you’ll ever drink, so at some point, I’ll age some sake for us to party with."

"Oh, that sounds like it would make for a wonderful sweetener," Bunbuku says.

"I know, right!?" Elise said, glad SOMEONE appreciated good drinks around here.

Afterwards, Elise would inform Leon of their readiness.

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While she was walking around, Alice did genuinely consider marketing her potions. While she knew they were in necessary supply for adventurers, she'd have to check if there was any law prohibiting the selling of certain alchemical substances. After all, magic and alchemy weren't accepted everywhere, and she didn't want to get arrest for "drug-dealing" common level healing potions. ...Still...she'd definitely not call it a cherry pop.

Sofia meanwhile was growing more irate, not at Brandy for incessantly dragging her to all these stores and getting them kicked out before even getting a word in edge-wise, but because of the craftsmanship on display before her. With a harumph and shoulder bump as she went past the snooty clerk and snatched the hairband out of his hand to examine it.

I say miss, give that back! You and your friend are-"

"Leaving. Yes, we are, because your craftsmanship as boorish as your manners you pompous windbag of a salesman," Sofia said, a hand on her hip as she held the hairband aloft. "You're charging four digits for a hairband that needed this many corrective sews put into the inner-layer? This thing's fatter than your mother in law," Sofia said dismissively, dropping it onto the counter. "Let's go Brandy. I've had enough charlatans and swindlers trying to sell me their tasteless goods for one day. I've decided. If no one can sell me a choker, I'll make it myself!"

Storming out and yanking Brandy by the hand like an irate mother would to an uncooperative child, Sofia would take them from the finest clothing store in town to the general store and purchase a thin sheet of black cloth, less than a tenth of the price of what the 'Golden Needle' was peddling. "Now, witness my supreme sewing skill!" she said, taking Brandy behind the store and producing a toolbox-looking kit from her satchel and working faster than Brandy could track, making enough flourishes that it looked like she was fighting with a sword, dueling with the cloth itself before proudly holding up a choker that, as far as Brandy could tell, was of such quality make that it looked 'Golden Needle' quality. "Sad to see that in this day and age good sewing is a dying art. I bet its because they use magic to automate the process. However!" Sofia would boop Brandy's nose and smile. "Now, for getting me fired up, I'm afraid you'll have to be my muse. You wanted a hairband, yes?" she said, suddenly presenting one that she'd made from the same bolt of cloth. It was black as night, but would serve as good contrast to Brandy's hair and would hardly feel like it was there with Sofia's craftsmanship.

"Heh! She's certain to think I'm useful now. ...Wait...but what if she just thinks I'm some dead housewife PRETENDING to be an adventurer?" Sofia thought, starting to panic a little. She couldn't have anybody learning her dark secret that she learned how to sew so well solely to be a good housewife.

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