I’m interested. I have a servant I’ve been working on since a few weeks ago that would go well here actually.
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Kayne Senki
Kayne Senki
Centerpiece
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: 3/11
Height: 179.8
Weight: 65
Nationality: Japanese
Personality:
An absolutely self-centered, self-assured individual. While not even necessarily meaning to be arrogant or superior, it’s a natural line of thought that’s central to him. His existence and self could be said to be a filter that his thoughts start on.
Perhaps it could be best said that he believes that he has the ability to effect the world, and that for better or worse, his life, and the events around him hold a relation to his own actions. One who is a master of his own destiny, and is in turn supported by it.
Proud, he holds himself up to a self-set standard, and to the responsibilities of his (overinflated) position. The eldest male, and therefore heir to his prestigious family. Supported and encouraged to go to the famous Academy City (so the unsuited failure could be gone for a while), he lives a life full of blessings and fortunes to live up to his family name and status.
Ah, if only if they’d raise his level. Someone like him can’t be a 0!
With the feelings of a not understood genius carrying the secret knowledge of, and crusade against those who wield magic due to his sister (and unknowingly the rest of his family.) It could be said that his petty vengeance is the cornerstone to making him feel extra-special instead of merely gifted..
Biography: A beautiful gifted child born to a wealthy and affluent family. The life of Senki was certainly one that was destined to be blessed.
If not for one problem. His blessings, his special ability, his abnormality from birth made him ineligible as a true member of his family. The Kayne were a family of magic practitioners. Due to Senki's status as an Esper making him unable to utilize magic he was kept in the dark and was, unknownst to him, looked upon as a black sheep, with his younger sister coming to inherit the path of his family and their knowledge. Consequently to get rid of him he was sent to Academy City. Senki for his part saw this as an extreme show of trust and the fact that he was worthy of his family legacy and status as the eldest son. After all what young child is sent to the famed city of advancement and science to live alone as a student? Obviously the gifted and special.
With his ability excelling at his studies, doing well with other kids and various other obstacles in life for a young boy were a breeze to get through. Although he still continues to fume about his (in his opinion) completely undeserved level of 0.
While he never discovered his family's true background, he eventually discovered the fact that his sister practices something strange and barbaric like magic, and so has come to shun and despise her, calling her, ironically, a black stain upon the Kayne. This distaste has caused him to hold a great dislike for mages in general, even if he accepts his sister to an extent due to the obligation of blood, and finds her presence (after she decided to move in and live with her brother at some point to keep her eyes on him and spend time with him) more than annoying.
School: Eiri Highschool
Grade: Second Year Highschool
Skills:
Academic top, skilled scooter rider (eventual plans to upgrade to a motorcycle. Has a license.) skilled at wasting hours at video games, tech savvy in comparison to an average user. That is to say, someone who’s googled up a few things and keeps up with trends.
Krav Maga (False [Karate True]): He’s looked up a lot of books and internet guides. He has never actually met a person who practices it. He considers himself an expert.
In truth he learned Karate at a local dojo growing up. Talented enough at it, he reached the level of a black belt.
But Karate just isn’t all that cool or hip, especially when one is at a place like Academy City which is the cutting edge of cutting edge.
Good at karaoke and holding his liquor (It’s cool to drink as an underaged student)
Faction(s): Academy City Student
ESPer:
Ability name: Centerpiece (BlessedFocal Point)
Level: 0
Premise: N/A: Attraction (Fortune) : Gemstone
Description: Theorized to be a strange ability with a limited form of AIM Diffusion Field Resonance that causes other ESPers to gather to him and notice him. In a sense an AIM that forces itself to imprint and focus the attention of others onto him. It is thought that his large AIM is due to the nature of this ability.
In truth an in-born natural supernatural quality to Kayne Senki. His ability makes him into a nexus of fortune and blessings. A recipient of all the good in the world, and where they all intersect.
Another way to look at it is that he is one where those with talents (Magic or Espers) gather to. This ability is part of why he’s managed to become so popular, and partially why he’s able to continue his secret strange petty vendetta as he’s accosted by, and is able to find magic users.
Both as a matter of a blessing and fortune, as a wish, a lucky thing and as a divinely ordinated fate, along with his ability to draw others to him, his already pretty good looks are made to look stunning and it’s said that many girls fall in love with him.
Truly the heartthrob of Eiri High School.
Naturally such an ability has interesting possibilities when it comes to interacting with other Espers and various phenomena, but at its current stage, and his current knowledge and ability it's primarily a matter of attracting things, people and supernatural luck/fortune.
@Greengoat@Addamas
He roared, emitting sound and magical energy outward. The car that was already brimming and bursting with flames and magic exploded outwards in a zooming blast that propelled him out like a bullet. Crackling and surrounding the car like armor, it made for a shield for the Berserker as he escaped himself with his disengage skill. The “car” was devoured by the light of the sun. The Loser King left the battlefield.
He heard a command from his master, and considering the fact that Archer was escaping just fine on his own, he considered his first task completed.
The rattling of bones managed to somehow mimic the sound of burning rubber as he took a turn and made his way towards the DDD.
Various Anathanoi appeared on the streets with bows and arrows to strike at the Lyaeus. The Loser King was used to a fight in his wake even as he left. A sane man would expect the Lyaeus to simply give pursuit, or to transport themselves to another foe. But Berserker treated them as an army, depositing a few dozen to strike at them as if to tie them down. But soon the skeletons were either destroyed or left by their own… at which point they simply just stared awkwardly at each other until they faded away to be brought back to their king.
Attracted by the other army, Darius made his way to the Marshal. The wrongness of the army was shrugged off, ignored. Not that he noticed to begin with. An army was an army, whether they be ghosts, alien creatures, soldiers or the undying. To begin with his Anathanoi was hardly anything normal.
An army was its soldiers, but it was also their leader. If this Anathanoi was the immortal and yet dying army that represented his rule, taken form as skeletal beings. Then it was not strange for the army to be alien and odd with their leader being a gateway himself in his flesh.
The Immortal Anathanoi was brought forth, Darius presenting himself in his traditional manner, riding upon a Elephant of death and accompanied by his soldiers as they unleashed their own attack.
A raw charge. Chariots rode in, sometimes even struck down by stray cannonballs. Skeletal worms ruptured through the ground, burning with the raw energy of strife that fueled them from the tomb that was carried on the king’s elephant. The two armies clashed in a maelstrom in a sense. Arrows rained down on the Lyaeus and soldiers alike by happenstance and the charge of skeletal giants, the thrashing of the worms and soldiers would surely drag some of them down as well.
Yet what was lost would be regained, what was lost would be rebuilt and replenished. The focus of the army of Darius was upon the enemy, but the casualties that unfortunately happened on both sides due to each other would only strengthen him further at the least.
How chaotic.
Ths was indeed war.
Teodoise
“The ground?” he mumbled to himself before beginning his work.
His mind took in the positions of the two, the trajectory of the roots, and the enemy.
Displacement magecraft was a thing that was hard to master.
They seem to not take mind of visual obstructions. It is likely that they have some form of pure eyes, or clairvoyance. Mhm, perhaps it is a sort of feed of data or the perspective of a higher level being? Their spiritual foundation is that of a non-human and they are all close to identical after all." He raised a hand.
Various blows from the trees and plants were displaced, moved so as to strike the Lyaeus itself. The ones that he took care of were the ones he saw were the largest obstruction to Raikou’s possibility of movement.
The chance that she would go this way, what she could manage if she leapt that other way… In a sense he was opening the path most likely to bring them an escape for her while counterattacking with the beast’s own attack.
If it were simply a matter of opening the path he could have shot and burnt past the plants. This was a test of their capabilities as he observed and analyzed the reaction to the lightning of Gozu-Tennou. Yes. There were many that would not understand what was happening with that magical energy, but to one of Atlas... with the machine within his body… It was a matter of learning more about the rules of that process.
Nothing was concrete, nothing was beyond the creations of mankind. That was the hope of some. If one was prepared to fight the inevitable end of humanity, if one was part of that mad workshop, then even something like a magical defense that would absorb all attacks would be something they would work to conquer.
Speaking of.
Well, let’s see how this works.
The wind rushed across his face, carrying the smell of ozone and the storm of dust that caked onto his face.
He turned the gun towards the Lyaeus. Analysis of enemy foundation and conversion of energy. Injection of Kamidoku and magical energy at the corresponding concentrations. Formation of prepared “bullet” by binding the formula to the nail. The gun was more a factory, built from his knowledge and his body rather than the weapon itself. Like a 3D printer that worked off the settings that came from Idris and his own processes.
Then what indeed was he fighting with?
What he held in his hand was a bullet meant to kill a Lyaeus and only an Lyaeus.
He squeezed the trigger.
With a blast of magical energy the nail flew, seeking out the Lyaeus, screaming for its death as the two escaped the grasp of the liberator.
“They’ll catch up!... with a 50-50 chance.”
It was not a calculation born from his mind, but rather a simple casual guess. He didn’t have the time to worry about that, nor the true ability to predict things with how murky the model of the future became with the fate-defying capabilities that were so concentrated in this city.
What a strange moment to be playful. But he was already being carried by a child.
DDD
He roared, emitting sound and magical energy outward. The car that was already brimming and bursting with flames and magic exploded outwards in a zooming blast that propelled him out like a bullet. Crackling and surrounding the car like armor, it made for a shield for the Berserker as he escaped himself with his disengage skill. The “car” was devoured by the light of the sun. The Loser King left the battlefield.
He heard a command from his master, and considering the fact that Archer was escaping just fine on his own, he considered his first task completed.
The rattling of bones managed to somehow mimic the sound of burning rubber as he took a turn and made his way towards the DDD.
Various Anathanoi appeared on the streets with bows and arrows to strike at the Lyaeus. The Loser King was used to a fight in his wake even as he left. A sane man would expect the Lyaeus to simply give pursuit, or to transport themselves to another foe. But Berserker treated them as an army, depositing a few dozen to strike at them as if to tie them down. But soon the skeletons were either destroyed or left by their own… at which point they simply just stared awkwardly at each other until they faded away to be brought back to their king.
Attracted by the other army, Darius made his way to the Marshal. The wrongness of the army was shrugged off, ignored. Not that he noticed to begin with. An army was an army, whether they be ghosts, alien creatures, soldiers or the undying. To begin with his Anathanoi was hardly anything normal.
An army was its soldiers, but it was also their leader. If this Anathanoi was the immortal and yet dying army that represented his rule, taken form as skeletal beings. Then it was not strange for the army to be alien and odd with their leader being a gateway himself in his flesh.
The Immortal Anathanoi was brought forth, Darius presenting himself in his traditional manner, riding upon a Elephant of death and accompanied by his soldiers as they unleashed their own attack.
A raw charge. Chariots rode in, sometimes even struck down by stray cannonballs. Skeletal worms ruptured through the ground, burning with the raw energy of strife that fueled them from the tomb that was carried on the king’s elephant. The two armies clashed in a maelstrom in a sense. Arrows rained down on the Lyaeus and soldiers alike by happenstance and the charge of skeletal giants, the thrashing of the worms and soldiers would surely drag some of them down as well.
Yet what was lost would be regained, what was lost would be rebuilt and replenished. The focus of the army of Darius was upon the enemy, but the casualties that unfortunately happened on both sides due to each other would only strengthen him further at the least.
How chaotic.
Ths was indeed war.
Southern Moors
Teodoise
“The ground?” he mumbled to himself before beginning his work.
His mind took in the positions of the two, the trajectory of the roots, and the enemy.
Displacement magecraft was a thing that was hard to master.
They seem to not take mind of visual obstructions. It is likely that they have some form of pure eyes, or clairvoyance. Mhm, perhaps it is a sort of feed of data or the perspective of a higher level being? Their spiritual foundation is that of a non-human and they are all close to identical after all." He raised a hand.
Various blows from the trees and plants were displaced, moved so as to strike the Lyaeus itself. The ones that he took care of were the ones he saw were the largest obstruction to Raikou’s possibility of movement.
The chance that she would go this way, what she could manage if she leapt that other way… In a sense he was opening the path most likely to bring them an escape for her while counterattacking with the beast’s own attack.
If it were simply a matter of opening the path he could have shot and burnt past the plants. This was a test of their capabilities as he observed and analyzed the reaction to the lightning of Gozu-Tennou. Yes. There were many that would not understand what was happening with that magical energy, but to one of Atlas... with the machine within his body… It was a matter of learning more about the rules of that process.
Nothing was concrete, nothing was beyond the creations of mankind. That was the hope of some. If one was prepared to fight the inevitable end of humanity, if one was part of that mad workshop, then even something like a magical defense that would absorb all attacks would be something they would work to conquer.
Speaking of.
Well, let’s see how this works.
The wind rushed across his face, carrying the smell of ozone and the storm of dust that caked onto his face.
He turned the gun towards the Lyaeus. Analysis of enemy foundation and conversion of energy. Injection of Kamidoku and magical energy at the corresponding concentrations. Formation of prepared “bullet” by binding the formula to the nail. The gun was more a factory, built from his knowledge and his body rather than the weapon itself. Like a 3D printer that worked off the settings that came from Idris and his own processes.
Then what indeed was he fighting with?
What he held in his hand was a bullet meant to kill a Lyaeus and only an Lyaeus.
He squeezed the trigger.
With a blast of magical energy the nail flew, seeking out the Lyaeus, screaming for its death as the two escaped the grasp of the liberator.
“They’ll catch up!... with a 50-50 chance.”
It was not a calculation born from his mind, but rather a simple casual guess. He didn’t have the time to worry about that, nor the true ability to predict things with how murky the model of the future became with the fate-defying capabilities that were so concentrated in this city.
What a strange moment to be playful. But he was already being carried by a child.
@Floodtalon @Addamas
The light of a sun. A great noble phantasm that he could struggle against, and perhaps stop at the cost of his life. But luckily there was nothing that he had to now protect behind him.
The Berserker flew, both propelled by his own strength, plus a bit extra. Stomping down on his car, and shoved up by the anathanoi, the vehicle scattered, the soldiers sent flying to the sides in a explosive burst. The release of the Lyaeus scorched only the empty path as the anathoni dematerialized and rematerialized to meet Darius where he landed. His vehicle reformed again, only letting out a strange whine when he landed. Already in motion, Darius was able to drive past the Lyaeus and to his ally. His own disengage skill kicking into action as he picked up the pressed Archer who did an admirable job retreating on his own. With the lofty rank of A there were few who were as good at running and retreating than the Loser King. Together the two drove towards the church.
Huh, wasn’t that the wrong way?...
Despite the limits in speed of a vehicle, the distance was still nevertheless devoured swiftly. Even if it could not match a servant in a burst, the travel speed of the Anathanoi Mk-2 Reform was something that exceeded the capabilities of cars in the 21th century.
Soon two servants arrived at the grounds of the Church, only to find that there was a second battle there as well.
To make the world beautiful, to save the world. Well, if one had to choose it was indeed a matter of opinion.
To aim for a utopia, to aim for the best possible present.
To aim for having a future, for continuation. What Atlas desired was of course to save the world.
But for now he’d settle with saving his own life as they retreated. He held onto Raikou. Despite the circumstances he found it quite amusing that he was being carried in such a way by a much younger girl.
For now he continued to watch, analyzing the actions of the strange anomalies. For now it was the stage of Saber, and hopefully soon after that, neither of them at all.
But he kept an eye out, ready to command Saber if something happened.
The light of a sun. A great noble phantasm that he could struggle against, and perhaps stop at the cost of his life. But luckily there was nothing that he had to now protect behind him.
The Berserker flew, both propelled by his own strength, plus a bit extra. Stomping down on his car, and shoved up by the anathanoi, the vehicle scattered, the soldiers sent flying to the sides in a explosive burst. The release of the Lyaeus scorched only the empty path as the anathoni dematerialized and rematerialized to meet Darius where he landed. His vehicle reformed again, only letting out a strange whine when he landed. Already in motion, Darius was able to drive past the Lyaeus and to his ally. His own disengage skill kicking into action as he picked up the pressed Archer who did an admirable job retreating on his own. With the lofty rank of A there were few who were as good at running and retreating than the Loser King. Together the two drove towards the church.
Huh, wasn’t that the wrong way?...
Despite the limits in speed of a vehicle, the distance was still nevertheless devoured swiftly. Even if it could not match a servant in a burst, the travel speed of the Anathanoi Mk-2 Reform was something that exceeded the capabilities of cars in the 21th century.
Soon two servants arrived at the grounds of the Church, only to find that there was a second battle there as well.
To make the world beautiful, to save the world. Well, if one had to choose it was indeed a matter of opinion.
To aim for a utopia, to aim for the best possible present.
To aim for having a future, for continuation. What Atlas desired was of course to save the world.
But for now he’d settle with saving his own life as they retreated. He held onto Raikou. Despite the circumstances he found it quite amusing that he was being carried in such a way by a much younger girl.
For now he continued to watch, analyzing the actions of the strange anomalies. For now it was the stage of Saber, and hopefully soon after that, neither of them at all.
But he kept an eye out, ready to command Saber if something happened.
@Floodtalon@Addamas@Phonic@Undyingregret@Dosthou
Power and answers, hmm? Well, as for me. One could say it is a matter of fighting for an answer, or a matter for fighting for recognition. The answer is what is going on in this land? But as for what I am fighting for personally beyond this conflict?
Why, that’s simple. We’re trying to save the world.
Ah, that was what he said moments ago and it certainly was his goal even now. But the premonition that swept all of the city brought him to think that perhaps it would be a bit more of a brute example that would show that struggle than initially expected.
“My. Saber. It looks like that something new has happened, something that seems much beyond any calculation or projected expectation. I don’t suppose that even the great ogres of Japan had anything on this? Looking at all of this, it might be best to instead ask the ones we’re visiting for some help.”
He became silent as he took a gun in hand.
The collapse of bounded fields. The territory of the servant they were hunting was stripped and revealed the moment it faded away. What sort of monstrous phenomena was this? It wasn’t as though it was some sort of mere ritual, or even something that was a Noble Phantasm. No, this reached farther and further than anything he would have known to be possible in Japan. Teodoise became silent for a moment before picking up his pace towards the home of Gilua.
“Perhaps we should go find some others after we get out of this in one piece.”
After all, it seemed that some other entities of a extremely high status were approaching the moors. Idris was prime and his mind began to work even as he made to establish contact with the other participant in the war in the moor.
“Physical make-up, human. Spiritual foundation… Well, that’s certainly worrying. Saber. Mhm, at this point I’d say we should run.”
The concentration of energy and poison best suited for these foes was determined in his mind The shot to kill these foes prepared. Hopefully it wouldn’t quite come to a drawn out fight in the Moors.
Enhancing his vocal chords he addressed the Assassin and magus that they had been tracking while calculating the best escape route for their parties.
“There’s not much time to speak, I’m afraid. But I’d like to ask if you’d like to leave with us and go find some others to prepare for this figurative storm, Saber and I are more than happy to have a new friend.”
The world saw the birth of an evil and all of man reeled. Ah, he would have to fight to preserve this war, this city, this planet. If this world were to be ruined then that man would not come to conquer it. IF he wished to fight that man then this garden, this battlefield would have to be preserved.
The lumbermill was abandoned, the Anathanoi roused to wage war once more.
Although in this case the form it took was again rather unorthodox. In accordance to his order to “pick up Archer” he decided to mimic what he had seen before in this city, the eavesdropped upon moment giving a enjoyable impression of a shape and construct.
Skeletons wrapped around each other and his tomb to form a chassis. But this was no chariot, or even a wagon, but rather… a car.
He slammed his ax, crackling with lightning and green flames into a slot in mimicry of a key, causing the construct of the dead to roar to life. The flames burst out of exhaust pipes formed from soldiers. Where the Anathanoi drove the roads broke under its weight and destructive charge, while what else was left was set on fire. Darius left a ghastly trail of ruin behind him as he made his way to the Archer of Lightning.
One of the Lyaceuses was in his path. With a further explosion of energy and flames the Anathanoi-mobile gained a burst of speed while coating the streets in a foul conflagration. Darius reached out to grab Tesla as he drove by. Plucking the servant from the streets as though casually picking up a choice fruit from the market, they continued to drive away even as his ally was placed in a somewhat uncomfortable metal seat right by the giant of a king. The answer to the liberator did not matter in the end. Even if Tesla were to agree and side with their foe, the berserker committed to the order given. Pick up Archer.
The chase of three of those… things was harrowing. Existences that were definitely not servants, existences beyond a servant. Yet they were also incredibly similar to his family-line. Those who took in divine existences into themselves. Well, not that any of them really had the ability for that before, but there was a time where their bloodline was offered as the vessels for the gods.
Still, he could not quite figure out what exactly these beings were. Combined with that ingrained knowledge and understanding that a calamity descended, even if he did not know its identity or its true nature. It was clear that something was at work that would bother even him.
Hmph. If Fuyuki were to be razed completely now, then there wouldn’t be a chance for him to enact his revenge and take what was rightfully his.
He would have felt better if it was something woven by his hand, but it wasn’t as though it was a controlled or intentional consequence of his servant’s wandering.
A explosion ripped through the streets as a demonic spear that was not the arm of Achilles struck. It was not the power of a servant, but it was certainly a weapon that could bring destruction that would make even one take notice.
As though it were simply the introduction and fanfare for his introduction, a call patched through to Benita as a figure revealed itself, speaking into his device as he made his way to those collected at the DDD. Slipping into the premise and out of the streets. As he walked in through the doors, a following floating trail of knives that glowed with the light of the sun, looking as though it were the wing of an angel attached to the man, before they flew off to pelt one of the Lycaeus in a enveloping light that scorched.
“Bentia boy!” The words were airy, giving no impression that he’d been running for his life non-stop for quite a while. The impression was that his voice was filled with a sort of coddling tone, in the manner that a parent spoke to a child from above. Or perhaps more accurately, the way a person spoke to a pet that was a curiosity of sorts. It was the way he always spoke to her. It was a manner that held more affection than when he seemed to deal with people.
The understanding then was that he was a man who disliked humans. His identity was clear to Benita. Codename Quagga. Otherwise known to the homunculus as Braze Dahe. One of the members of her circle.
The man in question turned off his communication device as he made his way into the meeting room of the various masters of the war that had assembled. A rare smile of sort was on his face as he made his way directly to the one who had gathered them all here.
It seems that despite the dire straits all in Fuyuki found themselves in, his mannerisms and base nature hardly changed. “While I could say you have been performing admirably, doing nice for yourself what with making such a nice attraction that hardly matters now in the face of what’s come about, hmm?”
And then he turned to Altera.
“Saber, less standing around, more chopping and slicing. Chop chop… I mean that literally even.” Directing the woman revealed to be his servant, Braze then made to look over the gathered servants and masters. “Well. We certainly have a possession problem. Let’s get to work then.”
Southern Moors
Power and answers, hmm? Well, as for me. One could say it is a matter of fighting for an answer, or a matter for fighting for recognition. The answer is what is going on in this land? But as for what I am fighting for personally beyond this conflict?
Why, that’s simple. We’re trying to save the world.
Ah, that was what he said moments ago and it certainly was his goal even now. But the premonition that swept all of the city brought him to think that perhaps it would be a bit more of a brute example that would show that struggle than initially expected.
“My. Saber. It looks like that something new has happened, something that seems much beyond any calculation or projected expectation. I don’t suppose that even the great ogres of Japan had anything on this? Looking at all of this, it might be best to instead ask the ones we’re visiting for some help.”
He became silent as he took a gun in hand.
The collapse of bounded fields. The territory of the servant they were hunting was stripped and revealed the moment it faded away. What sort of monstrous phenomena was this? It wasn’t as though it was some sort of mere ritual, or even something that was a Noble Phantasm. No, this reached farther and further than anything he would have known to be possible in Japan. Teodoise became silent for a moment before picking up his pace towards the home of Gilua.
“Perhaps we should go find some others after we get out of this in one piece.”
After all, it seemed that some other entities of a extremely high status were approaching the moors. Idris was prime and his mind began to work even as he made to establish contact with the other participant in the war in the moor.
“Physical make-up, human. Spiritual foundation… Well, that’s certainly worrying. Saber. Mhm, at this point I’d say we should run.”
The concentration of energy and poison best suited for these foes was determined in his mind The shot to kill these foes prepared. Hopefully it wouldn’t quite come to a drawn out fight in the Moors.
Enhancing his vocal chords he addressed the Assassin and magus that they had been tracking while calculating the best escape route for their parties.
“There’s not much time to speak, I’m afraid. But I’d like to ask if you’d like to leave with us and go find some others to prepare for this figurative storm, Saber and I are more than happy to have a new friend.”
The world saw the birth of an evil and all of man reeled. Ah, he would have to fight to preserve this war, this city, this planet. If this world were to be ruined then that man would not come to conquer it. IF he wished to fight that man then this garden, this battlefield would have to be preserved.
The lumbermill was abandoned, the Anathanoi roused to wage war once more.
Although in this case the form it took was again rather unorthodox. In accordance to his order to “pick up Archer” he decided to mimic what he had seen before in this city, the eavesdropped upon moment giving a enjoyable impression of a shape and construct.
Skeletons wrapped around each other and his tomb to form a chassis. But this was no chariot, or even a wagon, but rather… a car.
He slammed his ax, crackling with lightning and green flames into a slot in mimicry of a key, causing the construct of the dead to roar to life. The flames burst out of exhaust pipes formed from soldiers. Where the Anathanoi drove the roads broke under its weight and destructive charge, while what else was left was set on fire. Darius left a ghastly trail of ruin behind him as he made his way to the Archer of Lightning.
One of the Lyaceuses was in his path. With a further explosion of energy and flames the Anathanoi-mobile gained a burst of speed while coating the streets in a foul conflagration. Darius reached out to grab Tesla as he drove by. Plucking the servant from the streets as though casually picking up a choice fruit from the market, they continued to drive away even as his ally was placed in a somewhat uncomfortable metal seat right by the giant of a king. The answer to the liberator did not matter in the end. Even if Tesla were to agree and side with their foe, the berserker committed to the order given. Pick up Archer.
???
The chase of three of those… things was harrowing. Existences that were definitely not servants, existences beyond a servant. Yet they were also incredibly similar to his family-line. Those who took in divine existences into themselves. Well, not that any of them really had the ability for that before, but there was a time where their bloodline was offered as the vessels for the gods.
Still, he could not quite figure out what exactly these beings were. Combined with that ingrained knowledge and understanding that a calamity descended, even if he did not know its identity or its true nature. It was clear that something was at work that would bother even him.
Hmph. If Fuyuki were to be razed completely now, then there wouldn’t be a chance for him to enact his revenge and take what was rightfully his.
He would have felt better if it was something woven by his hand, but it wasn’t as though it was a controlled or intentional consequence of his servant’s wandering.
A explosion ripped through the streets as a demonic spear that was not the arm of Achilles struck. It was not the power of a servant, but it was certainly a weapon that could bring destruction that would make even one take notice.
As though it were simply the introduction and fanfare for his introduction, a call patched through to Benita as a figure revealed itself, speaking into his device as he made his way to those collected at the DDD. Slipping into the premise and out of the streets. As he walked in through the doors, a following floating trail of knives that glowed with the light of the sun, looking as though it were the wing of an angel attached to the man, before they flew off to pelt one of the Lycaeus in a enveloping light that scorched.
“Bentia boy!” The words were airy, giving no impression that he’d been running for his life non-stop for quite a while. The impression was that his voice was filled with a sort of coddling tone, in the manner that a parent spoke to a child from above. Or perhaps more accurately, the way a person spoke to a pet that was a curiosity of sorts. It was the way he always spoke to her. It was a manner that held more affection than when he seemed to deal with people.
The understanding then was that he was a man who disliked humans. His identity was clear to Benita. Codename Quagga. Otherwise known to the homunculus as Braze Dahe. One of the members of her circle.
The man in question turned off his communication device as he made his way into the meeting room of the various masters of the war that had assembled. A rare smile of sort was on his face as he made his way directly to the one who had gathered them all here.
It seems that despite the dire straits all in Fuyuki found themselves in, his mannerisms and base nature hardly changed. “While I could say you have been performing admirably, doing nice for yourself what with making such a nice attraction that hardly matters now in the face of what’s come about, hmm?”
And then he turned to Altera.
“Saber, less standing around, more chopping and slicing. Chop chop… I mean that literally even.” Directing the woman revealed to be his servant, Braze then made to look over the gathered servants and masters. “Well. We certainly have a possession problem. Let’s get to work then.”
@Dosthou @Undyingregret @addamas
Mmhm.
What a strange town this is.
"This is your land, right? Well, maybe not this city itself, but this island as a whole." He asked the opinion of his servant as he walked. The words he exchanged with her were surprisingly devoid of their business, other than a brief introduction of his purpose, of Atlas and a few requests he mainly had been asking about inconsequential things such as her thoughts on certain things they saw such as cars, or even the snacks peddled on the streets in what few places were still open as they passed by. Traveling in Shinto, New City, it was certainly busier than the western half of Miyama that was host to all that chaos. So there were a few things to spark up some idle thought.
While visiting the ground zero of all the happenings seemed like the most logical of things, the lack of accessible mana in many places of the city, along with the pollution of the river he noticed interested him first of all. He doubt that the problems of Miyama would disappear before they could be analyzed, so he went chasing trails that were a bit older before they were completely washed away.
As for his servant herself. Well, he had a few choices that he had been debating between. A slayer of heroes, a slayer of monsters, a great leader of men, or even a insightful detective.
In the end he decided to go with something native. A hero who slayed the threats to Japan, who overcame mysteries and great monsters. In a sense it could also be said that she overcame herself. It seemed a good choice then for this investigation that would have the potential of opposing a countless number of legends. Both that of heroes and monsters.
Well, it didn’t quite turn out the way he expected, but it was something he ended up taking up in stride. Perhaps it was only natural with his origin that she’d end up summoned at this fork in her life. Perhaps he’d get to see which path she walks down. But there was no real time for leisure either. Little or not, immature or mature as long as they would complete their mission there was no real problem.
A master who did not chase after the grail. There was a strange air to him as an investigator and intruder both in this ritual. But that air always came from him. It simply so happened that it was most definitely a correct impression. Even now with a hero summoned he seemed to take things rather casually. Perhaps there was no use trying to surprise a member of the Giant's Pit who could put to form the events of the future in their minds. But how long would that last in a war such as this? To begin with there were too many things for him to take into consideration. He had done his research into the city and been given some information, but there were too many factors unknown for him to map a concrete image or prediction.
Only one way to fix that.
“I think that whoever who did that work did it expecting visitors. While a head-on assault might be a bit silly… well, it’s a good test for sure. “
Narrowing down the possible location of the party that added their poisons to the river, analyzing the taint and substance with Idris, taking it into Saber’s blade. He felt prepared enough for a fight, and certainly had enough of a trail to find the lair of this magus or servant.
It was a means that was leaning towards bruteforce to simply enter another’s territory or hideaway looking for a fight. But with a Saber it was as good a method as any to get the information he needed. Tonight was a hunt, of the poisoner of the river.
GRgrgrgr, hrg.. Haaaaaaah!”
The king shouted at his vassals and soldiers despite being unable to speak, and having servants that could not hear. To begin with there was no need for verbal instruction.
Nor was there a need for the helmets of the immortals to be changed into hardhats. But they were, with even Darius wearing one of his own.
During his adventures, scouting and pillaging through the city he came across a man who held such a hardhat, taking a break from the work on the hotsprings that was now the host to the meeting of the various masters of the war. Instead of throwing it into the door he instead took it, recognizing its worth and purpose as it was.
So he was using it quite properly as a good young boy does, following the rules. A workplace needed proper protection for all the workers, even the managers.
Another tree fell.
In short the pillaging of the Persian Empire turned upon the land itself. The forest around the church was being slowly converted into magical energy, tree after tree chopped down and pushed into the door by the working soldiers.
While he had magical energy to spare due to the spear of Achilles it was important to gain even more. This was indeed a means and method of a king, not a hero, who encompasses an entire realm and works on a different scale.
Still no matter how macabre a lumbermill of the undead was, it was in the end just a lumbermill.
What a silly thing.
Southern Moor Shinto
Mmhm.
What a strange town this is.
"This is your land, right? Well, maybe not this city itself, but this island as a whole." He asked the opinion of his servant as he walked. The words he exchanged with her were surprisingly devoid of their business, other than a brief introduction of his purpose, of Atlas and a few requests he mainly had been asking about inconsequential things such as her thoughts on certain things they saw such as cars, or even the snacks peddled on the streets in what few places were still open as they passed by. Traveling in Shinto, New City, it was certainly busier than the western half of Miyama that was host to all that chaos. So there were a few things to spark up some idle thought.
While visiting the ground zero of all the happenings seemed like the most logical of things, the lack of accessible mana in many places of the city, along with the pollution of the river he noticed interested him first of all. He doubt that the problems of Miyama would disappear before they could be analyzed, so he went chasing trails that were a bit older before they were completely washed away.
As for his servant herself. Well, he had a few choices that he had been debating between. A slayer of heroes, a slayer of monsters, a great leader of men, or even a insightful detective.
In the end he decided to go with something native. A hero who slayed the threats to Japan, who overcame mysteries and great monsters. In a sense it could also be said that she overcame herself. It seemed a good choice then for this investigation that would have the potential of opposing a countless number of legends. Both that of heroes and monsters.
Well, it didn’t quite turn out the way he expected, but it was something he ended up taking up in stride. Perhaps it was only natural with his origin that she’d end up summoned at this fork in her life. Perhaps he’d get to see which path she walks down. But there was no real time for leisure either. Little or not, immature or mature as long as they would complete their mission there was no real problem.
A master who did not chase after the grail. There was a strange air to him as an investigator and intruder both in this ritual. But that air always came from him. It simply so happened that it was most definitely a correct impression. Even now with a hero summoned he seemed to take things rather casually. Perhaps there was no use trying to surprise a member of the Giant's Pit who could put to form the events of the future in their minds. But how long would that last in a war such as this? To begin with there were too many things for him to take into consideration. He had done his research into the city and been given some information, but there were too many factors unknown for him to map a concrete image or prediction.
Only one way to fix that.
“I think that whoever who did that work did it expecting visitors. While a head-on assault might be a bit silly… well, it’s a good test for sure. “
Narrowing down the possible location of the party that added their poisons to the river, analyzing the taint and substance with Idris, taking it into Saber’s blade. He felt prepared enough for a fight, and certainly had enough of a trail to find the lair of this magus or servant.
It was a means that was leaning towards bruteforce to simply enter another’s territory or hideaway looking for a fight. But with a Saber it was as good a method as any to get the information he needed. Tonight was a hunt, of the poisoner of the river.
In The Woods Lumbermill
GRgrgrgr, hrg.. Haaaaaaah!”
The king shouted at his vassals and soldiers despite being unable to speak, and having servants that could not hear. To begin with there was no need for verbal instruction.
Nor was there a need for the helmets of the immortals to be changed into hardhats. But they were, with even Darius wearing one of his own.
During his adventures, scouting and pillaging through the city he came across a man who held such a hardhat, taking a break from the work on the hotsprings that was now the host to the meeting of the various masters of the war. Instead of throwing it into the door he instead took it, recognizing its worth and purpose as it was.
So he was using it quite properly as a good young boy does, following the rules. A workplace needed proper protection for all the workers, even the managers.
Another tree fell.
In short the pillaging of the Persian Empire turned upon the land itself. The forest around the church was being slowly converted into magical energy, tree after tree chopped down and pushed into the door by the working soldiers.
While he had magical energy to spare due to the spear of Achilles it was important to gain even more. This was indeed a means and method of a king, not a hero, who encompasses an entire realm and works on a different scale.
Still no matter how macabre a lumbermill of the undead was, it was in the end just a lumbermill.
What a silly thing.
@Breo@Floodtalon@Scallop@Kyoka@Reflection@Enterthehero@Phonic@Manythings
The shining comet rose again, but he would bat it down. This time he loomed over Achilles, this time he would be that which could fight a great hero.
Iskander, Iskander, Comet… Achilles!
The words melded together, the comet of Iskander that guided Iskander that he chased. The trails of glory that spread across the world. The tale that spread beyond Okeanos, beyond the oceans, beyond the mediterranean. In a sense it was a story that exceeded the world by filling the world.
He recognized Achilles. He recognized the comet. The relation to Iskander was deep, and what truly boiled his blood, but for this moment, for this frozen second, the berserker whose mind was twisted into a madness that saw only one man saw another.
Then came the crash of lightning. The lightning of Zeus, the lightning of that thunder god, the lightning of that chariot…
It could only mean one man.
▄▅▆▇!!!“ISKANDER!”!!! ▇▆▅
His world narrowed, his world blossomed. His madness surged, overwhelming him. It was rage and yet it was not rage. It was excitement and yet not excitement. What he felt, or rather what Darius found himself mantling was a complicated emotion, a complicated burden of his existence.
But the expression of it was simple.
He would fight, he would struggle against and defy Iskander.
The giant’s head had shaped into that of a lizard, evoking the Hydra of Greek Legend. The beast that would not die, the beast that would lay low the greatest of heroes. A perfect stepping stone for one such as the Comet. He had already committed to an action, a massive shield like the gate of a giant city swung towards Achilles. But his priorities changed.
He had to match Iskander as soon as possible. He had to clash his existence against his immediately. Everything else did not matter.
So he dropped the shield and swung his hand forward, sending a blast of individual warriors in the mimicry of cannon shots at the church, aimed at Archer. The shockwaves from the force uprooted the ground and left a desolate churned land. The trees at the site of the battle between the two legends crumbling and turned into mulch. What was a fertile forest became a ruin of dirt. Or perhaps it was more like an inversion, what was underground rising to the surface and the forest above being mulched and buried underneath. To ruin what existed and create the fertile grounds for a greater empire and legend. Perhaps it was an expression of the Loser King to the fullest.
Like a dozen missiles the skeleton warriors flew towards the church, projectiles overflowing with magical energy and sailing with the power of the giant.
Yet would that legend be able to match his expectations?
Darius moved, charging towards the Church, rabidly searching for his rival. Where was he, where was he where was he where was he? Iskander where are you?
Your lightning is here, your god is here, yet you are not here. Where are you?
His eyes did not see the Archer of Lightning, whether or not he perished from the barrage of the Immortals. Nor even if his ire was directed towards the giant.
Fight me, conquer me, slay me. I will defy my death, I will burn out my lands, I will crush your dreams.
So please, show yourself.
In The Woods Church Outskirts
Birth of a Hero's Struggle
The shining comet rose again, but he would bat it down. This time he loomed over Achilles, this time he would be that which could fight a great hero.
Iskander, Iskander, Comet… Achilles!
The words melded together, the comet of Iskander that guided Iskander that he chased. The trails of glory that spread across the world. The tale that spread beyond Okeanos, beyond the oceans, beyond the mediterranean. In a sense it was a story that exceeded the world by filling the world.
He recognized Achilles. He recognized the comet. The relation to Iskander was deep, and what truly boiled his blood, but for this moment, for this frozen second, the berserker whose mind was twisted into a madness that saw only one man saw another.
Then came the crash of lightning. The lightning of Zeus, the lightning of that thunder god, the lightning of that chariot…
It could only mean one man.
▄▅▆▇!!!“ISKANDER!”!!! ▇▆▅
His world narrowed, his world blossomed. His madness surged, overwhelming him. It was rage and yet it was not rage. It was excitement and yet not excitement. What he felt, or rather what Darius found himself mantling was a complicated emotion, a complicated burden of his existence.
But the expression of it was simple.
He would fight, he would struggle against and defy Iskander.
The giant’s head had shaped into that of a lizard, evoking the Hydra of Greek Legend. The beast that would not die, the beast that would lay low the greatest of heroes. A perfect stepping stone for one such as the Comet. He had already committed to an action, a massive shield like the gate of a giant city swung towards Achilles. But his priorities changed.
He had to match Iskander as soon as possible. He had to clash his existence against his immediately. Everything else did not matter.
So he dropped the shield and swung his hand forward, sending a blast of individual warriors in the mimicry of cannon shots at the church, aimed at Archer. The shockwaves from the force uprooted the ground and left a desolate churned land. The trees at the site of the battle between the two legends crumbling and turned into mulch. What was a fertile forest became a ruin of dirt. Or perhaps it was more like an inversion, what was underground rising to the surface and the forest above being mulched and buried underneath. To ruin what existed and create the fertile grounds for a greater empire and legend. Perhaps it was an expression of the Loser King to the fullest.
Like a dozen missiles the skeleton warriors flew towards the church, projectiles overflowing with magical energy and sailing with the power of the giant.
Yet would that legend be able to match his expectations?
Darius moved, charging towards the Church, rabidly searching for his rival. Where was he, where was he where was he where was he? Iskander where are you?
Your lightning is here, your god is here, yet you are not here. Where are you?
His eyes did not see the Archer of Lightning, whether or not he perished from the barrage of the Immortals. Nor even if his ire was directed towards the giant.
Fight me, conquer me, slay me. I will defy my death, I will burn out my lands, I will crush your dreams.
So please, show yourself.
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