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I bet on Sumanai, even if Sumanai has a history of dying immediately.
Obviously it's a Tohsaka who is close to reaching enlightenment/the root with his fists.
I am willing to sub in for Player 2 if either of his partners feels that is the choice they are most interested in.
As an example my master is a relatively normal person who had dormant circuits, like say Ryuunosuke. It works, but you do need circuits ultimately as Moonlit already said.
That said rip Muramasa.
That said rip Muramasa.
@WildChocobo
"A wish?" he asked in response to Berserker's elaboration and claims. "Also you said masters? What are you then, if I'm a master."
A wish, a relic that could grant a wish. If such a thing was true then would he compete for it? and what would he want?
The answer was obvious, to be normal, to get rid of this sight. The damage was done, he wouldn't ever feel normal, he wouldn't ever be a normal person, completely part of the crowd. The years with this abnormality that set him apart from others already shaped him, just like how his body had finished its growth. But if he could see them and not know. The ignorance, the lack of pain and the need to avoid touching them. He wouldn't have to pretend he couldn't see things.
...Well, he wouldn't change much, but it would be much more convenient.
"There's something I would want that I couldn't get otherwise, Berserker. I'll be your master, then. You asked about what I meant by this bracelet looks like you? I see things, things no one else can see. There's something about you plain to the eye that's different from normal people, and that something is in that bracelet too. It seemed special because of that." he continued to hold it out for a few moments. Toshi leaned against the side of the entrance, staring out once he pocketed the braclet, instead of putting it back on his wrist. "Well, maybe there's something to it anyway. What I usually see is more... pain, to put it simply. Everyone has something that hurts, something that hurt them and lingers. Things don't fully heal, physical or mental, you're always changed a bit and you can always see proof that it happened there's always a trace of the damage done to you. I can see it, I guess."
There was more to it than that but he wasn't inclined to tell everything to someone, even if he seemed to hardly be normal himself.
He lived with this secret all his life. Now, when he spoke it, it seemed so light and small compared to the memories and weight it added to his life. It was just a thing about him, just like how his hair was black. There was no real sense of release as he shared with it.
There was no sense of a terrible secret shared. No, Berserker, as he called himself, was still just a stranger. It just felt odd.
Well, he supposed he had one last thing to explain about himself.
"Well, I just happened to be in the area after looking into a job possibility.." Toshi explained "The nearby cemetary." he elaborated after a little while. He began to spin his phone around in his grasp, suddenly more interested in it than anything else. "Not much to say. It's a bit far away from other places, so it probably would pay decently. I just came to this ghost house because I heard rumors and didn't feel like going back to the city proper just yet."
"A wish?" he asked in response to Berserker's elaboration and claims. "Also you said masters? What are you then, if I'm a master."
A wish, a relic that could grant a wish. If such a thing was true then would he compete for it? and what would he want?
The answer was obvious, to be normal, to get rid of this sight. The damage was done, he wouldn't ever feel normal, he wouldn't ever be a normal person, completely part of the crowd. The years with this abnormality that set him apart from others already shaped him, just like how his body had finished its growth. But if he could see them and not know. The ignorance, the lack of pain and the need to avoid touching them. He wouldn't have to pretend he couldn't see things.
...Well, he wouldn't change much, but it would be much more convenient.
"There's something I would want that I couldn't get otherwise, Berserker. I'll be your master, then. You asked about what I meant by this bracelet looks like you? I see things, things no one else can see. There's something about you plain to the eye that's different from normal people, and that something is in that bracelet too. It seemed special because of that." he continued to hold it out for a few moments. Toshi leaned against the side of the entrance, staring out once he pocketed the braclet, instead of putting it back on his wrist. "Well, maybe there's something to it anyway. What I usually see is more... pain, to put it simply. Everyone has something that hurts, something that hurt them and lingers. Things don't fully heal, physical or mental, you're always changed a bit and you can always see proof that it happened there's always a trace of the damage done to you. I can see it, I guess."
There was more to it than that but he wasn't inclined to tell everything to someone, even if he seemed to hardly be normal himself.
He lived with this secret all his life. Now, when he spoke it, it seemed so light and small compared to the memories and weight it added to his life. It was just a thing about him, just like how his hair was black. There was no real sense of release as he shared with it.
There was no sense of a terrible secret shared. No, Berserker, as he called himself, was still just a stranger. It just felt odd.
Well, he supposed he had one last thing to explain about himself.
"Well, I just happened to be in the area after looking into a job possibility.." Toshi explained "The nearby cemetary." he elaborated after a little while. He began to spin his phone around in his grasp, suddenly more interested in it than anything else. "Not much to say. It's a bit far away from other places, so it probably would pay decently. I just came to this ghost house because I heard rumors and didn't feel like going back to the city proper just yet."
I'm an absolute insomniac. It just also happens that I've been very busy recently.
Anyway how it'll play out probably comes with how Muramasa spins the information.
Anyway how it'll play out probably comes with how Muramasa spins the information.
Well, depending on Muramasa we'll probably go to the church, or look for a place to set up a workshop.
I feel like the second is going to be what happens, isn't it?
Anyway, it's up to you Choco, to decide the pace, I guess.
I feel like the second is going to be what happens, isn't it?
Anyway, it's up to you Choco, to decide the pace, I guess.
@wildchocobo
He began to walk towards the exit. Toshi gave a nod of acknowledgement towards Berserker as he walked, listening to the words of the stranger as he made to leave that lightless room. "It's probably dark outside, but it'd still be better to have the moon so I don't have to wave this in your face."
The mark was proof of being a master according to Berserker. The fact that it was definitely an evolution of the strange bruise he had couldn't be denied. If that was the case how long was he marked as one of these masters?
"I've had a mark in that area, although not glowing like that for a while, ever since I came into this city actually. Was I what you call a master all this time?" Toshi stopped at the door and turned his head over his shoulder, staring into the darkness that Berserker was summoned into. "Ah, let's just get it all over with. You said that we should get out of here because people would notice us, right? Well, I don't have anywhere in particular to go, just my apartment. That'd be a long way and it isn't like I have a bike or a car... yet."
He waved Berserker over before poking his head out into the hallway of the manor at large. "You called it the Holy Grail War? It's a thing you enter, right? I guess it means it has rules. Well, what exactly are you? Why would I want to compete anyway?"
He frowned. "Sounds annoying anyway. Something like that, especially if you say it's so dangerous doesn't seem like much of a thing that's worth being a master in. As for a place to go... I don't really have one. I guess I have my apartment rental, but I don't know if that counts as a good place to you."
Toshi suddenly decided to take off his bracelet, the steel clinking as he slid it off into his grip. "Ah, yeah, this." Holding it with two fingers he let it dangle and sway in the breeze. "It looks like you, or rather, something about it looks like you. Or maybe it's more like there's something it has and you have it too." Without any trace of doubt he casually declared the comparison as fact. "It's unpleasant, honestly, you, it. Looking at it or you makes me itch all over as if something bad is coming." He shone his light down on it and raised it to his eyes with a quiet "Mhmm". Toshi let his hand dropped and held it out towards Berserker. "Do you want it?"
He began to walk towards the exit. Toshi gave a nod of acknowledgement towards Berserker as he walked, listening to the words of the stranger as he made to leave that lightless room. "It's probably dark outside, but it'd still be better to have the moon so I don't have to wave this in your face."
The mark was proof of being a master according to Berserker. The fact that it was definitely an evolution of the strange bruise he had couldn't be denied. If that was the case how long was he marked as one of these masters?
"I've had a mark in that area, although not glowing like that for a while, ever since I came into this city actually. Was I what you call a master all this time?" Toshi stopped at the door and turned his head over his shoulder, staring into the darkness that Berserker was summoned into. "Ah, let's just get it all over with. You said that we should get out of here because people would notice us, right? Well, I don't have anywhere in particular to go, just my apartment. That'd be a long way and it isn't like I have a bike or a car... yet."
He waved Berserker over before poking his head out into the hallway of the manor at large. "You called it the Holy Grail War? It's a thing you enter, right? I guess it means it has rules. Well, what exactly are you? Why would I want to compete anyway?"
He frowned. "Sounds annoying anyway. Something like that, especially if you say it's so dangerous doesn't seem like much of a thing that's worth being a master in. As for a place to go... I don't really have one. I guess I have my apartment rental, but I don't know if that counts as a good place to you."
Toshi suddenly decided to take off his bracelet, the steel clinking as he slid it off into his grip. "Ah, yeah, this." Holding it with two fingers he let it dangle and sway in the breeze. "It looks like you, or rather, something about it looks like you. Or maybe it's more like there's something it has and you have it too." Without any trace of doubt he casually declared the comparison as fact. "It's unpleasant, honestly, you, it. Looking at it or you makes me itch all over as if something bad is coming." He shone his light down on it and raised it to his eyes with a quiet "Mhmm". Toshi let his hand dropped and held it out towards Berserker. "Do you want it?"
@Yukitamas@Moonlit Sonata
If Nakae accepts Berserker and nothing interesting happens, Berserker is going to use his Noble Phantasm to make a sword if the two of them have a suitable place to do so. After doing so, he would dismantle it and go along with his business (sorry Nakae, just Berzerker things, ya know?). No good place to stay, then just nothing else besides filling in Nakae about the Holy Grail War and all that jazz...
The contract declined? Well, one less pair to go floating around... Just kiddin' although that be a predicament.
I guess some apartment, he's renting out. Perhaps in the Semina Apartment, if our dear GM thinks that might be fitting. It wouldn't be the most suitable place. It would be a cheap and small place that probably wouldn't support his swordmaking.
Otherwise I guess they could try using the ghost house of the Edelfelts itself.
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