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Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Welp, if we're not meant to interrupt it's gonna' be a hell of a beaner now.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Location: The Deacon Arms Tavern: roof → basement.
Interacting with: Leon Winchester & Saber of Red @vancexentan; Albert Prelati @Turboshitter; James Hartnet @Shadow Daedalus.
Magical energy: 592 out of 600.

It wasn't a bad view from the roof of the tavern; Archer couldn't find himself distantly musing about the progress of society while he kept his watch from his spiritual form. It had only been a little over 500 years, hadn't it? In his life, he was jumping into moats and galloping along beaten tracks on horseback, yet now they had great towers over cars and sealed roads. The change in social norm was also astounding: it was almost as if he had stepped into a whole different world from what he was familiar with. Supposedly, there was even a street named in his honor after he gave his life for the cause. What a shame that he wasn't summoned in Fran-

Archer's senses spiked; spiked wasn't a fair word to use, it more so screamed at him. A massive outburst of magical energy- no, wait, a servant-
"Saber!?" Archer almost shouted, taken off guard by the sudden appearance of the unfamiliar servant below him. No doubt, his words would ring through the mind of his master. "Saber's back, underneath us! Alert the others!"

Archer wasted no time moving to respond. In his spiritual form, after taking a quick glance over the perimeter from the roof, he pressed down through ceiling and floors alike, seeking out the source of his sensory screaming. It led him to the basement: where an unfamiliar figure stood before...
"...two of the masters. Good heavens-" At the foot on the stairwell, Archer materialized: he was half-kneeling, pistol presented towards the unwelcome servant. In his mind, as much as it sat wrong with him, he knew what he would have to do: if he was going to stand a chance against a Saber-class in such inhospitable circumstances, he couldn't hold back. He would need to use his Noble Phantasm, and if that didn't work, the staircase might give him a chance to dematerialize again before he's bisected.

"Get down!" Archer shouted to the two masters in the basement as he focused his aim on the servant. The words sat on the tip of his tongue, ready and able: he would have to act as David to Goliath yet again.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Probably spiritually. That's how Archer is at the moment, hanging out around the roof phased out.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@Grey
To add to Grey: if we don't just skip to morning, my next post will definitely be Archer barging into the room to thinking the Saber of Black got in there, or something to the same effect. A saber class servant just appearing in one of the masters rooms is definitely a reason to be shook.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

vance obviously wears the pants in this relationship

Entropy

@Normie
You're free to post whenever. I don't have much planned until you get to the conclave and I don't wanna make getting there too long at risk of compromising media res.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud

I'm waiting on @Pundii but then again, I wouldn't be doing much. Something to the effect of "ah beans her mind is elsewhere, oh well", so when the skip is doesn't bother me.

Entropy

By the way, would a Discord interest anyone here, or communication by any direct method such as Steam? Discord might be useful for collabs and such.

@Normie
Yeah, the Hall of the Void. Once everyone's there, the "pilot episode" will get into full swing. Collabs are welcomed and encouraged if anybody wants to sneak in some early relationship building.

@gojidorah
No problem man, thanks for letting us know.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

@Turboshitter
I mean, sure. I promise I won't kill off Sonja before the ship can be fully realised.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Location: The Deacon Arms Tavern.
Interacting with: Berserker of Red @MeteorD; the Masters of Red.
Magical energy: 147 out of 180.

As Berserker's hand came down on her shoulder, Sonja flinched a little. It wasn't that she was scared, but more that it didn't occur to her exactly how big his hands were.
"A-anyway, Berserker continued, "...the point is, tonight you acted like someone I would work under! Durin' that entire time, you could have told me to go wild and take out Saber, but that could've risked the life of those you were bringin' away from the fight, yeah? No matter what anyone else says, you were truly GOLDEN." Initially, Sonja didn't have a response to the words: the whole 'golden' gimmick was still a little out of place for her, although not in a bad way - it was charming, in its own right. "From that moment onwards, you became not my Master, but my General in this war. Or would you prefer Commander? Aaah, there are so many 'Cool' names to use!" As the words properly sunk in, she didn't fluster or smile - but instead, she grew more firm in her resolve. With her confidence lifted, she more strongly shifted back into her public persona, feeling reassured in the war. Was he just being kind? It was hard to tell, but in the pits of her mind, she made an oath to trust him: to rely on him and become a commander, to never fear what he might be doing but instead always focus on the path ahead. It was her duty, after all: to both her family and to her servant.

"Well, we can think about that some other time!" The words brought her out of her deep thought, prompting her back to reality.
"Right," she responded firmly, with confidence: "Leave the strategy to me. I'll be relying on you for the battle, Berserker." She offered him a resolute smile, in some regard inspired by the exchange. The doubt in her gut was fading.

As she stood up to leave, trailing behind Berserker as she slid out of the booth, Sonja found herself confronted by an odd question.
"Oh, and could ya lend me a cig and a lighter?" Berserker asked. In her mind, the cogs abruptly stopped turning. H-Huh?
"O-Oh, you smoke?" she asked, reaching into her coat to simply offer him the whole packet. "Here, the lighter's inside. Just bring it back up with you. If I'm not in bed when you get up there, I'm probably just in the shower in something, so don't wait up for me." It didn't even occur to her if he intended to "sleep" or not, but she mentioned it anyway, just following on from her train of thought. "And don't feel like you have to sleep on the floor if it's only the one bed. I can deal with sharing if it'll keep you up to pace." She spoke the words without a hint of hesitation, as if she didn't think a whole lot of sharing a bed in the first place; or at least, her public persona didn't.

With that, she started her way towards the stairs with a vague wave over her shoulder.
"See you soon, Berserker... goodnight, everyone." She finished with a yawn as she rounded about the staircase.