Y'know with all the new Isekai concepts coming out, I wonder if there is an isekai concept for "Reincarnated as a Truck that sends people to other worlds"
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When your bored but don't really know why.
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That moment when you have a billion ideas and can't write them all down
Oh how she lamented such a beautiful and serene night being ruined so soon. Ah, she had just changed into a suitable outfit befitting her grace and now she'd have to well, She'd have to show her true colours as it were and as the drab browns turn to brilliant blue reds and golds. Colours that truly accented her perfected form, and truly matched her own brilliance. Ah it was an aesthetic that she could most certainly enjoy. Her Gauntlet and staff primed in her hand. With her master attempting diplomacy, da Vinci would have seconds of prep-time
Natural-Born Genius: EX -> Disengage : A
She would be loading on that skill as a precaution after all what on earth would she do if she couldn't get out of this mess! Such a poor show would truly be un-her indeed. Though, she had to admit she wasn't expecting a Saber of some description to be her opponent so early. Didn't they normally resist magecraft. That would be annoying.
"So, Sabre. Hows the night air. Is it better then what you were used to?" Caster said, making light of the scenario as she glanced at him, her mind whirring with strategy. She was not going to impede her masters attempts at diplomacy. So her movements were slow, and noticeable, she was not planning any form of attack. At the same time however she was appearing to not give the enemy any clean openings to reach her master. That brilliant smile clean on her face, calm, composed and above all else, magnificent.
Latin District (Heading towards the Arc de Triomphe) 'Marguerite' goes forth again
Marguerite smiled as her hand was taken, being lead through the streets of paris, she didn't want to be too rude and overtake her master. Instead taken the time the walk too to study her surroundings, embracing the architecture of the world. At the same time she was scouting for enemy servants. This is what she was supposed to do after all as was her job as her students teacher.
Still, she couldn't help but smile happily. To be living again was certainly a benefit. To be living again in france was most certainly a bonus and a bonus that she was happy to use to her own benefit. Perhaps if after they had won... or at least made it through the war together, She could ask her master if they could visit the louvre in less stressful conditions. "Miss, do you think the night tonight is quite serene." Marguerite said enjoying the night breeze. Remaining close in a protective manner to her companion as they entered the Latin district, heading towards the Arc.
The combat seemed to be heating up, and Agria still knew that too much distance from her servant would be the death of her as she kept her distance set close enough to be defended, and so as the two servants locked arms in that dance of combat that most if not all servants should be so intimate with, Yes it was interesting most certainly to see them outsmart each other in each dance as talking the unspoken language of combat.
Of course that didn't mean that Agria was completely memorised by the dance. She was already beginning to draw her familiars back to the core in order to scout for other masters or servants. A small thought nagging at the back of her temples that there was no way this fight in such a 'public' spot would go unnoticed by the other masters.
In fact she could feel as if eyes were observing her from a distance, a new arrival was studying the frey. Of course she could only give a glance, as she noticed the bearded gentleman just standing there Menacingly under the lamplight. Servant most definitively,
Indeed this confirmed it. Other servants were most definitively being drawn to this commotion. and thus she had her senses honed on her immediate vicinity. Her primary concern was not allowing herself to be slain so early. Death wasn't a worry. But failure most certainly was. Though her chances of survival were looking grim if there was even a fraction of a chance that the enemy assassin was 'friends' with this newcomers. She hoped Yoshitsune knew of grim possibility also.
"Marguerite?" The Painter would say a finger planted on her chin as if contemplating such a name to herself, It seemed extremely out of place for her current self. But at the same time, any name she came up with would probably allude too much to her true nature but alas, a codename would work for now and she felt no need to change what her master had given her. "That'll do just fine master." 'Marguerite' said with a brilliant smile. As she nodded in confirmation of her pretend identity.
"Oh? A theatre, you wish to see a performance?" She said smiling as if an old friend hanging out. Of course Da Vinci had not only picked up on the intention but also on what her master was intending to do. Of course scouting the city was only appropriate for the first night of warfare, but knowing this Da Vinci wanted to pick a place that wouldn't be difficult to survey from.
"Perhaps instead we should visit the 'Arc de Triomphe' as not only is it a suitable land mark to survey the city from, but it is a landmark that can function well as a surveying point." She said softly, arms crossed as if thinking something to herself. "That would be the latin district would it not?" She said answering her masters question with the location that Da Vinci thought would be best to scout out.
Had she been so careless to as to attract the attention of a servant so early? Or perhaps maybe this is what she was looking for, that was the thought that was within her mind within the fractions of seconds she had. No fear of death as the blade came hurtling towards her. No remorse, no life flashing before her eyes. No panicked heartbeat, alarming was her ability to face death as if it was just another factor of life.
The secondary flash of silver would result in the bargaining of precious few moments that she used to take a few steps forward towards her servant, distance from them would be the killer as if she went too far away she'd be unable to be defended. The Smoke similarly rendering distance the killer, as separation would make it over for her quickly. Thus standing as she did, She hoped Yoshitsune knew of a manner to get out of this ambush with them both in one peace.
If they could force assassin to retreat, this would be beneficial. If they could put Assassin down for good. This would be the most beneficial. She certainly felt the next assault, but she knew that turning her head would take to long, and movement was impossible. She was just too slow. Thus, She had to rely on her servants speed to make it through this night.
Stretching as she finished getting changed. da Vinci patted down her clothing, She had thought it best in her preparations that she wore less 'flamboyant' clothing, the bright colours of her regular attire would certainly stick out like a sour thumb on the night streets. Still, even her drab clothing had that manner of class befitting the renowned inventor. She certainly looked like an aristocratic member of french society. That is after all what she intended.
Ah, and just in time too, her master calling for her certainly would expedite her progress as she donned the hat on-top of her flawless strands of brown hair. Ah yes. She was most certainly ready to begin scouting paris at her masters side. A flawless smile encroached on her face as she turned around opening the door to greet her master. "I believe I am now ready master." da Vinci said, standing with a hand on hip, beaming that smile of confidence and reassurance she had seemingly mastered. "Shall we begin?" Her words were simple, fair and eloquent in tone. Such was the benefits of redesigning ones own body to be perfect.
She was quite lucky to have earned such a reasonable master, She would of been beside herself if she had been forced to work with one of the more 'distasteful' fellows. She hoped that tonight would be profitable for the both of them. It would be a disservice to her character if she failed to protect the only person that mattered to her currently as a servant. da Vinci was not the type to accept failure. No no~
Paris, city of love, city of lights and to the heiress of the Schluss linage. It was a battlefield. A battlefield with too many civilians indeed. Too many children for her taste but such was the battlefield that the mages above her station had chosen. Indeed if it was her war she'd have removed the need to worry for civilians entirely.
But it wasn't her war. She was merely another piece on the chessboard, Though knowing her she was just a pawn to be sacrificed in another players gambit. Such was the position she best fitted. Although she needed to know more about her opposition first to truly judge her position on the board. She has already sent out a vanguard of small rodents and birds to act as her eyes and ears across multiple districts. Though, her most powerful familiar had been instructed to keep close to her but remain out of direct sight, though within a distance that reaching their masters side shouldn't take long enough that Agria was defenseless.
The first rule of war is to seek out allies. Granted, if she could do so with an immense haste then her chances of winning will drastically increase as she can pool her supplies with her ally. If she can secure 2-3 allied magus, then that too will drastically improve her odds. Though she was never one to hope for such optimistic outcomes.
Thinking about what had even got her into this mess in the first place. Agria didn't so much as flinch to the thought of what had lead her to this circumstance that may result in her untimely death. A death that needed meaning before it could be given. Fear not the reaper, instead fear that you will not be remembered.. Yes that was what she was taught.
"Ushi, keep your eyes open, we don't want to get ambushed on the first night." The order was quick, audible. Simple. No words wasted. The way it was to be said. She didn't want to get too buddy buddy with her servant on the first night. Let bonding occur the next morning if they even survive...
For now though, she was looking for an encounter. It payed to be aggressive in finding the enemy early on. So you can adjust your stratagems for later encounters. Survival however was always a top concern. As much as she wanted to die. Agria couldn't die just yet...
Objective for the Grail: To reach the Root. For the Schluss family to achieve forgiveness in penance, So that it may prosper.
Command Seal: Located on the bottom of her tongue, consisting of three straight parallel lines.
Personality: First and foremost I must let it be known, I am more then willing to take you, and all that work with you with me. For my life is no more important to me then a discarded bullet casing. You however might have a different opinion about your own life, and that is why we are even having this discussion...
Agria Schluss, a woman whoms will to live is not out of an act of self preservation but out of a iron-clad will to make her death mean something. As such her personality can be a little morbid as she will willingly remind those that annoy her about her lack of self-imposed worth. This can make it grating to be around her as she remains serious even in times of safety.
That said, The lack of self-imposed worth is also her greatest strength. It leads to her being unpredictable. Magus whom are generally very 'survival' orientated will not resort to the tactics that Agria allows to have on the table. The only imposed restriction is failure. Everything else is an option.
However even with this mindset, she does not act in a manner that forsakes the lives of others. In fact she actively avoids innocents when she can, and holds great distaste for harming children. Even refusing to raise child-corpses even if they are the only corpse in abundance due how dishonourable it would feel to her which may hint to a underlying weakness.
Bio: What is death to a magus, For many it is an inevitably, For some it is something to be avoided at all costs. Yet the smallest fraction of them all is the one that actively hold a death-wish.
The Schluss Linage is a wondering magus family that was founded during the 14th century. Around the era in which the bubonic plague was ravaging Europe. This is when the family developed its strange fixation around death. However… they adopted a hardcore ideology based around penance something that leads them to be difficult when such a topic is discussed . Perhaps due to their the first founders charisma or that lasting sense of guilt installed in each heir as a result of the first founder... the ideology they adopted at the time of founding persisted with them.
“Sacrifice Child. For unless you are dead, you must always give a little more.”
The closeness the family has to death and its resulting suicidal tendencies in its heirs is notable in that as practitioners of necromancy. The Family is never too far from a battlefield or site of great death. Improving their craft of manipulation over the dead with a martyr complex and outstanding vigour they give everything to develop their craft as if to seek penance from their failures, failures that appear to stem from a deep rooted mental issue within the family, one that appears to stem as both a biological factor as well as a personality one..
And the most recent heir was no different. Raised from birth by her mother to hate herself for the sins of a long-forgotten era. To understand that the dead were the only morally righteous authority. For only the truly dead are absolved from such perverted notions of good and evil and to understand most importantly of all about the notion of sacrifice and the extent to which she must go.
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Magic Circuit Switch: The heart straining under intense pressure.
Number of Magic Circuits: B
Quality of Magic Circuits: B ---
Elemental Affinity: Water
Origin: Martyr
Necromancy
Necromancy, One of the Thaumaturgical Systems and the one in which the Schluss family linage has held closely to it. Fitting then it would be that the soldier-like mentality of the average Schluss would lead them to adopt such a craft that relies on the dead. A practice born through the manipulation of corpses. Performing feats like raising simple zombies or giving birth to cobbled monsters. Their craft requires a large amount of dead bodies and as such they have never been far from danger.
Agria is perhaps then one of the finest necromancers the family has had in generations due to both her innate curiosity and skill, rivalling and sometimes even surpassing the families founder when it comes to the art of reanimation. She is capable of raising numerous undead of high quality. From having them reenact biological functions they had in life, to completely unique aberrant ones, it all depends on the amount of time she has.
Spiritual Evocation Magecraft A mage-craft in which Agria is a novice at best. Spiritual Evocation refers to the act of summoning spiritual entities, their manipulation, and even processing. In Agria's case she frequently makes use of Wraiths in particular.
Crest: 17 generations (Although the magecraft quantity inside seems to actually be extremely narrow. Magecraft relating to Necromancy are in great abundance. Making it a premier 'necromancer' crest as that is all the Schluss generally care to pass on.)
Equipment:
Has had standard military training when it comes to the handling of fire-arms. Tends to gravitate towards assault rifles due to usability. Also has training in how to use explosives.
Schluss Family Heirloom: A golden band that goes around the upper arm. It negates magus spells of rank E or below. A perfect code for when one is engaged in battle with a mage. It also has the benefit of warding off weaker wraiths.
Burial Mask: A personally requested mystic code that Agria had made for her. The Burial mask refers to a mask that is similar to a black surgical mask. When worn it has a concealing affect that greatly reduces her vital signs detectablity. Meaning body temperature, heart rate. Pulse, muscle movement are all be greatly reduced, but only whilst her breath is held (as a safety measure to prevent her from reaching a state where she is unable to take her mask off) It also protects her airways like a standard surgical mask.
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