Fate oath/alternative (Festival of Epics Reboot)

Perseus

The Servant only chuckled at Florina's declaration. "I could call you a fool as well, for allowing your Servant to take a mortal form, and for allowing her to have that blindfold on. That's quite a bit of information that anyone can pick up on, don't you think so? Not only that, but we too know your Servant's identity as well... So, who is the real fool here?"

Ah, forgive me for this, but I will be playing another Servant's role, Master. We can't allow them to know all of my tricks, yes? Oh... and for everything that I'm about to say, please forgive me, said Perseus mentally to his Master with the deepest of apologies.

Suddenly, a long sickle-sword materialized within Perseus' hands. Taping the end of it against the floor, the Servant stood his ground. "I doubt the Overseer will allow an abomination such as that into the house of their lord, do you? Were I to fight her, a demon who killed hundreds and ate her own sisters here and now, do you think I would be punished for protecting the lives of the people?! No, I certainly would not!" shouted Perseus with a rising anger.

The killing intent that was emitting from Perseus... was completely unlike him. The way he spat the words out were as if he lost friends to her... but perhaps he did lose friends to her? Friends who wanted to prove their worth, friends who wanted to prove their valor, and friends who wanted to bring food and gold to their families... friends who all met their demise at the hands of the Gorgan before him.

"As Servant Lancer, I hereby state that I will not allow that creature to pass. I have no qualms with you, innocent Master of Medusa, so you may go and do as you like... but the Gorgan and I will fight, whether or not you approve of it."

"Gorgan..." Perseus focused his attention towards Florina's Servant, his killing intent actually growing more and more than before, "I ask you, and not your foolish master who knows nothing," said Perseus as he eyed Florina, his once cheerful and warm attitude replaced with nothing more than a cold, and dreadful stare, before looking back at Medusa, "once more... will you place the life of your Master at stake and fight me here, or will you face me in the forest over there where no one will interfere? Either way, we will fight."

Edited some grammar errors.

edited 7th Aug '12 7:16:03 PM by Aevum

Medusa

"Rejected, Perseus" said Medusa simply.

"My Master does not wish for me to fight you, so I shall not fight you. My only wish right now is to serve her in her efforts to win this war and protect her from all harm... as I have always done" replied the Gorgon, her entire body in a passive state of alertness... not the pose of someone who is preparing to fight, but one who might be wary of a threat that might strike at any moment.

"I do not know what grudge you bear me, Hero. You already accomplished your God given mission of slaying me on my island thousands of years ago. You just like I, are now free from the whims of the Gods of our time, I'd recommend that you relish your newfound freedom. I cannot say I don't bear a grudge against the man who was killer... but in truth you might have done me a favor all those years ago. I do not wish to fight you, Perseus"

With that, the Gorgon took her Master's hand and started walking towards the Church... senses on the alert for the possible action of Perseus. If that man attacked her, she might just have to summon her thump card at once in order to protect her Master.

Saber

"Not at all, Felicia. That does sound like a great idea. As said, my dress is not suitable for blending in this time" says Saber as she walks towards her Master "Then, shall we get going?"

Florina

Perseus was greeted with a smirk at his words. "I assure you that your Master is still quite the fool here. Especially if she can't keep you under control." A laugh escaped from her lips only to be forced back in at the summoning of the sickle-sword. Taking a step back she clenched her teeth together at his words.

"Are you sure you want to test that? I'm sure the Overseer would gladly put you in your place." She followed this up with another retort. "It would certainly help you two to not make fools of yourselves again." With that she nodded letting Medusa take over. She too cut down his foolish request. With a nod towards the pair she accepted Medusa's hand and let her lead the way.

edited 7th Aug '12 11:07:38 PM by Chariot

Vincent

Goddamn it! He missed. He never missed. Damn, he was having a bad day. And then her Servant came and got her out of there.

He sighed. His pet Eldritch Abomination seemed to be intent on fighting her double..He can't have that.

Saber. We retreat. We're in deep shit right now, so let's get the hell out before we get executed.

Kay

The Knight grinned. "You recognize me? Yeah, I'm the runt's best knight, not to mention her obviously better in every way big brother! Hell, I don't think her Camelot could have survived without me!" boasted Kay, apparently not noticing that he was using feminine pronouns to refer to King Arthur.

"As for what I can do...My sword deals wounds that never heal! My strength brings down giants! My burning spirit lets me feel no cold, and burn all in my way! I am KAY! GREATEST OF ALL KNIGHTS!!"

It seemed that his speech had been rehearsed to perfection. He really did like talking about himself...

Augustus, near the Church

He sighed. His Master was a bit too headstrong for him. He followed her into the church....and then promptly stopped her when he saw the commotion.

"Hmmm. Madam. Seems something is amiss."

Chloe

"Yeah. Good idea." she agreed.

"....Wait. Are those Servants just outside the church?"

Perseus

Master... Please, forgive me... hummed Perseus mentally towards his Master. I suggest that you take cover... and that you apologize to the Overseer in advance for me.

"Freedom? From the gods in our time? Do you honestly believe that I killed you just because the gods ordered me to?" As the Master and Servant walked by, an eerie warm voice could be heard. Were they to look at Perseus, they would see that he was now wearing his armor that's covered in a black robe and only his sickle-sword in hand, and that his killing intent is clearly showing through his eyes.

"The only reason I accepted the Gods offer to kill you, was because they provided me the means to do so... the means to enact revenge against you for all of my friends that you killed. When I faced you, I also learned the true meaning of a Monster... and just what kind of creature such as yourself could turn into. I swore after I killed you that day, that I would never allow such a monstrosity to arise again... and to prevent any other man, woman, or child from having to bear witness to such a creature ever again. Oh, and I wasn't requesting whether or not you would want to fight..." chuckled Perseus in a strange voice, "I simply asked where you would fight me. However... it would seem that you've chosen... Then, so be it!"

Suddenly, Perseus swung straight at both the enemy Servant, and her Master, almost as if he was attempting to cleave straight through Medusa with his sickle, and then strike her Master. However, the way that Perseus swung it, showed that he didn't care whether the enemy servant blocked or dodged the weapon... almost as if it didn't matter what she did, and as if he was certain his weapon would strike her, even if she blocked it.

Master, please brace yourself for whatever may happen! If the Overseer does show herself... then I will have no choice but to retreat and take you with me with utmost haste!

Gale

Gale's eye slightly twitched at the self-proclaimed 'greatest of all knight'. Sighing she spoke aloud. "N-No... You kinda just told me who you were right when you were summoned... Just wonderful, I summon a Saber, and his ego is completely off the charts... Though, I do like the sounds of you being able to inflict wounds that never heal... Also, did you just call King Arthur a 'her'?"

Shaking her head, Gale gave off another sigh. "Well, whatever, just as long as you know that I'm your Master and that you follow my orders, alright, Mr. 'Greatest of all Knights'?" hummed Gale as she poked her Servant's chest with her index finger.

edited 8th Aug '12 12:03:30 PM by Aevum

Kay

Kay caught his Master's hand. "Hey, no poking. I know I'm gorgeous but hands off..."

"Anyway, first off, history's reports of, ahem, King Arthur, are complete and utter bullshit. Pardon the language."

"Her name was Arturia and she was my little sister, damn it! It's Merlin and his stupid illusion magic's fault that you're all confused."

"....And anyway, Master is such a strong word....I prefer "partner"."

Gale

"Don't flatter yourself, Saber," said Gale as she pulled her hand back. "Also, were you dropped on your head when you were little? You honestly expect me to believe that King Arthur's real name was Arturia, and that he was actually a she, and that it was because of Merlin that she was known as a 'he'?"

"Not only do I get a Saber who's cocky, but he's mentally insane as well... Perfect..." grumbled the girl as she pinched the bridge of her nose, before looking back at her Servant. "Oh, and I don't really mind being called your partner... just as long as you don't do things on your own."

"So, do you have any other odd fetishes that I should know of, besides the one where you think that King Arthur is your little sister?" giggled Gale as she grinned, clearing thinking her Servant is outta whack.

Kay

Saber glared at his Master. "The hell is wrong with you? I'm telling the damn truth!"

He sighed.

"Whatever. Anyway, we're in a War now, right? Never really quested for the Grail myself, but I've heard of it...So, what's the first order of business, partner?"

Gale

Rolling her eyes, Gale turned and faced the door leading out of the apartment. "Well, if you're done acting silly, Partner, I think we out to head towards the Church and speak with the Overseer..."

Gale suddenly turned back as she realized something. Staring at her armored Servant, she narrowed her eyes.

"... I do hope you're not planning to go out looking like that, are you, Saber? Do you want to get the attention of the whole city?"

Kay

The Servant shrugged.

"This is why we have Spirit Form, yes?" He rolled his eyes, as if his partner was a clueless little kid.

"...What, you'd rather stare at my handsome face all day, Partner?"

Bedivere

An Executor? Hmmm, I suppose it isn't unheard of. Although I wonder when the Church became so friendly with mages...

"Alright, if that is what you think is best," Bedivere said, suddenly all business. "Lead the way, milord."

Jesse

Jesse had sat back and watched as Perseus proceeded to throw his girth around, just begging for a fight. She would've called him out on being racist again, but obviously this was a very personal match for him, so she'd simply remained quiet.

That all changed when Perseus brought out the scythe. "Ohhhhhh boy..."

Jesse quickly put up her guard, reaching for something in her coat pocket. I hope you know what you're doing, Percy!

The Black Knight

Saber received her minion's orders like poison. Even the thought of considering obedience to such orders pained her. Who did that minion think he was... and that Berserker fool too! And that queer double of hers! All of them! Just who the hell did they think they were, treating her like this?!

Sirens moaned into life, growing steadily louder as police cruisers pulled up to the cratered ruins of the Mc Donalds parking lot. Numerous officers poured out of the vehicles, quickly surrounding the knight and everyone else who'd been participating in their little battle. They pointed their guns at her. The black knight twitched.

"Drop the sword, and put your hands above your head!" The cop ordered. The girl in the armor trembled, shaking with rage. Who did they think they were who did they think they were who did they think they were who did they think they were- "I said put down the sword now!"

The black knight let out a scream of primal rage, suddenly jettisoning prana in absolutely absurd amounts. It radiated off of her like dark light, forming a sickening black aura around her. Soon, it was going to be very dangerous to be here. The glut of energy itself was harmful, choking the life out of the police officers nearest to the knight as the others looked on in terror. With something pure and spiteful shining behind her eyes, the black knight screamed again as she raised her sword above her head. "Merodachhhhhh!"

The sword came down, directly down, and impacted like a falling star. Everyone shut their eyes at the radiance of the black sun. And soon, everything was on fire. The blast came quickly, and just kept coming, like a self-sustaining nuclear explosion, coughing up shockwaves which knocked over signs, threw cars, and knocked down buildings. Everything that wasn't a Servant was roasted. The policemen were no more, now literally nothing but ash, smoldering in piles while the ruins of the Mc Donalds burned brightly, collapsing on themselves. Everything was destroyed. This was the fury of the black knight.

edited 8th Aug '12 3:03:04 AM by KSPAM

Vincent

What. The. HELL?!

Vincent screamed. He was angry, no, he was furious. Furious at her, for being a bastard, furious at himself for failing to stop her.

Grail or not, one thing was certain. She will die, and he will laugh at her once she does.

Eyes filled with pure loathing, Vincent ordered his Servant.

Get back here. Let's go.

edited 8th Aug '12 3:17:47 AM by DeathChariot

Outside the Church

"Stop here."

Quickly stepping out of his taxi and tossing the cabbie some bills that more than covered the trip, Evander stalked swiftly down the remainder of the road toward the sanctuary... only to be forced to halt beside Valeria and Saber as the battle at the front of the building kicked off and blocked their path. Damn it! Where is her Master, Assassin? Find him. Now!

Former McDonald's

Perched on top of a building that thankfully hadn't been annihilated, Hundred-Faced yielded to his liege's sudden rage and scoured the area as the torrent of dark energy the rampaging Servant had released started to subside. Conveniently, her Master also happened to be on a nearby rooftop, and Assassin spotted him after only a few moments of searching.

There you are. Leaping from building to building, he began to make his way over to Vincent.

Archer's Peak

Erin beamed. "I'm truly blessed to have such an understanding Servant! Thank you. Now," she warned, holding up a finger, "as badly as I want to cleanse heresy, I'm no fool. I'd like to destroy whatever that thing is today, but if we must, we may end up merely scouting the area for a few minutes before leaving. If at any time we come up against something more than we can comfortably handle, please grab me and retreat. You're much faster than me, after all."

edited 8th Aug '12 12:11:43 PM by darksidevoid

Lancer, at the Church

"Yep."

Lancer nodded as he slowly walked towards Church. There were four figures outside but he could only sense one Servant. Either there were three mortals present or one of them was Assassin. However something was…wrong. He was hardly the most far-seeing Servant, but even he could see just how agitated those figures were. Again!? That girl really sucks at her job… Lancer thought with dark amusement. He just got out of one unsanctioned fight a few minutes ago, and yet it seemed there was another one growing, right on the footsteps of Overseers base.

He considered the odds. No-one seemed to notice him for some reason, so he had an element on surprise at his side. And a sudden appearance of an unknown Servant should be enough to cool the temper of even the most hot-headed idiots. Theoretically. Unless they were maniacs like those two he left at the Mc Donalds… Well in that case he would simply wait until Overseer made her entrance and help her for extra goodwill…. He nodded to himself and barked some hasty explanation to Chloe.

"Those idiots want to start a fight right in front of Overseer. I will try to nip it at bud. If things turn worse, hide somewhere again."

Without another word, Lancer lunged forward and began to sprint towards the church at the full speed his rank A Agility could manage. And that was enough to leave even most modern sports car in the dust behind him. He was barely a dozen meters away when suddenly one of the figures raised his hand and began to swing… something at one of the other ones. While the attacker didn’t have a presence of the Servant, the weapon was undoubtedly Noble Phantasm. Oh, so he is an Assassin or has some fancy stuff that allows him to hide…

In the last split second Lancer quickly considered his possibilities. Blocking the weapon, screaming a warning – all of that would have to involve braking, which would mean he would be too slow. Attacking the figure was… a possibility, but he wanted to prevent a fight, not join in. There was also… yeah that would work.

And so, on that fateful day, Lancer, running at his fullest, without any warning or explanation, like a lightning out of a clear sky, slammed into Perseus just as he was in the middle of his swing.

Joseph Vlkov, Outside of Abandoned Manor

Joseph watched Riders performance with a good deal of awe. His pessimism couldn’t ignore it anymore: he was wrong. Rider was a powerful Servant. Incredibly powerful, even. On the other hand, such a direct example of her power it didn’t exactly help to calm his nerves….

Well, no sense of dawdling, I suppose... He thought to himself. To make himself useful, he secured the boat (but flimsily enough that it would not slow them for more than a second, if they needed to make a hasty retreat) and stepped onto the island, until he was standing next to his Servant. He looked at the abandoned manor and frowned.

"I don't like this very much to be honest"

Communicating with Mighty Zero about Berserker's and Elena's possible fate, so it can take a bit before I post.

edited 9th Aug '12 3:02:46 AM by Drakovicz

Genghis Khan

Khan focused, splitting her sight between a hundred some of her familiars. What she was seeing was... disturbing.

The entire island was filled with the limp corpses of horrendous abominations, only recognizable as humans from the clothes they wore and the twisted grimaces on their faces (the ones that had faces), and the land was covered in spots with cancerous, pulsing growths, slowly turning grey as if they were dying. Was this a plague? If so, Khan had never heard of anything like it. Not in her time, or from the Grail. But what else could cause such disgusting changes to the people and the landscape? Ordinary magic couldn't do this...

"I think we should leave, Master. This island is no longer fit for human habitation. Everything here is dead."

Bedivere

Bedivere nodded. "Understood."

Giving his Master a hand, Bedivere quickly leapt across the ocean, landing ashore on the island.

The other posts are incoming once some issues are settled. As for Bedivere, assume Khan and Joseph are somewhere far away. Feel free to let them run into the familiars though.

Perseus

Perseus continued to swing the weapon towards Medusa... and just as he was about to slice her head, he was suddenly flung away. He could have blocked, and he could have dodged with his superior speed... but he was too set on killing the Gorgan.

Unfortunately, thanks to Lancer's interference, the most he could do was barely cut the skin of her neck, before being flung across the courtyard... and right through The Church doors. I say through, because his body literally broke the doors down off their hinges as splinters of wood scattered everywhere.

The Servant stood up from within the rubble inside of the Church... his rage topping over like never before. He questioned himself... Why? Why were the gods now preventing him from protecting the people from the creature that killed many? The Servant lowered his head, and moved his hand within his robes... taking out a golden mask, and placing it over his face, and came to a just conclusion.

If the gods were to stand in his way in completing his duty... then he would face them as well.

"Overseer... forgive me for the sin that I will be committing..." murmured the mask wearing Servant towards Jeanne, wherever she may be. Murmuring to himself, the Servant spoke once again. "You may not have your wings anymore... but please... grant me your speed... 'Talaria..."

Suddenly, the boots he was wearing started to vibrate viciously, and the Servant felt lighter than ever. Grinding his foot against the floor of the Church, he shot forward... faster than any jet, any bullet, or any rocket. The instant he shot forward, a loud roaring sound could be heard as he broke the sound barrier. With already high Agility at B+, now being boosted to B++, Perseus was now the fastest Servant in this war.

The way he looked now to anyone who saw him, they would think he were the Grim Reaper himself... perhaps in this very moment, he was? Either way, the Death-looking Servant shot through the Church... and was swinging his scythe straight at Vladimir.

Gale

"You really do think highly of yourself, don't you?" sighed Gale.

"Whatever, just as long as I know that you're by my side and able to protect me if we come under attack, I'm fine with you taking spiritual form."

With those words, the girl flicked her hair over her shoulders, before opening the door, and walking out. "You coming, Mr. I like to Pretend my Little Brother is a Little Girl?" shouted the giggling girl from down the hallway.

edited 8th Aug '12 5:10:55 PM by Aevum

Valeria Morris

Seeing the fight begin made Valeria excited. The war was starting and she was itching for a fight. She would've jumped right in if Saber would join her. "I could go for a good fight, I need a challenge" Valeria grumbled. She barely registered Evander arriving nearby. She absentmindedly pulled on the glove that would manifest as her Conceptual Weapon but she didn't activate it. It was not her place to join in what seemed to be a personal vendetta however so she abstained.

Medusa

Medusa could have dodged such a strike were she on her own... but she was not. With her Master right on the path of danger, the Gorgon couldn't help but to stand in such a way as to absorb the brunt of the attack... leaving her Master unharmed.

However, for the first time in her life the Gods seemed to be on her side as she only felt a small nick on her neck before Perseus was blown away by another Servant.

Thanking her good fortune, Medusa turned to Florina "Are you alright, Master? You need to get to safety now"

Diomedes, King of Argos

Dressed in his suit, Diomedes walked out of the hotel and headed southeast towards the Church. If he wanted to find a Servant, that was probably the way to go, but he didn't particularly want to see the Overseer again, so he decided to avoid going to the Church itself.

The area around would do.

Jesse

Jesse readied herself to attack as the scythe slashed through the air. Then something unexpected happened. Perseus was knocked around by some blur of a Servant, and slammed straight through the church doors, ripping them off their hinges. Shit. This was bad. That attack barely nicked the Gorgon. What's worse...

"I am not paying for that!" Jesse exclaimed. But then Perseus shot out of the ruins at breakneck speed, and slammed right back into his attacker, which kind of shut her up a little.

"... Well shit. Go Percy!" She chuckled. She really had picked the best Servant. "Alright then," Jesse said, turning to the enemy Master. "I suppose I should do my part too." She reached into her coat pocket. I probably won't need this extra prana, she thought as she reached for the vial, but hey. What's life without a little waste?

edited 8th Aug '12 10:12:37 PM by KSPAM

Noah — Noah's Apartment

"No, it's nothing like that. I often get lazy when I come through the door after leaving for any amount of time." she said as she closed her eyes. "We have a little time to ourselves." she pulled her thoughts together one by one as she tried to think of something to say. She can only sigh.

Jeanne — The Church

The door broke down. Immediately, they blew away and nothing was left but flakes of wood. The sudden rage that boiled within her very soul poured out. They were defying His house, they were breaking the rules. She couldn't describe it. "You.. heathens!" she couldn't muster any words other than unpleasantries in her state of mind.

Neutral ground, a safe haven. None of that occured here. Fight after fight after fight. So, maybe she should eliminate them, make an example of them? No, no, that's not what He would want.

In a blur, Jeanne moved right over to Jesse. She gripped her arm with the command Seals and tightened it. The same pain that Eddie felt coursed through the entirety of her body. Her entire body should feel as though it's being ripped apart from the inside out.

"Tell him to stop."

Abandoned Manor

Archer probably found no trouble making it to the base of the crumbling manor. Well, crumbled, since it was mostly destroyed. Jessica fought her way from Archer's grip, fell to the ground and coughed. And coughed.

And then she threw up. "Ahhhhhh... ghka.." the young girl stumbled. She did this to herself, in pursuit of a fight she probably couldn't win. A Dead Apostle? A Servant that can turn people into zombies? What kind of horror was she a part of now?

Again, she vomitted. "S-sorry... Archer." after that, she fell back first upon the ground with her arms out-stretched.

Nero — Burned Mc Donalds

The horror. The destruction. Her eyes widened with rage. No one had anything to do with this! None of them did, yet they're brought into the fires of destruction just like anyone else?

Why? It was a battlefield.

How? Because those in power can.

Nero shook her head and gripped her sword. "You won't be getting away, monster." her eyes were glistened with rage. A single rose formed in her hand. She lifted it into the air before letting it fall freely from her grip.

She knew she shouldn't, she knew she shouldn't use her Noble Phantasm here. Nero shouldn't, but it's not that, it's that she didn't use it before hand. That's part of what's crushing her on the inside. Now, to make up for it, to avenge the lives loss in such a fruitless struggle.

"HAH!" Nero's body blasted with a red light as she moved forward. Rose petals flew through the air as she raced forward in a blur. The sword was, again, a crimson arc that flew towards the Black Knight's head in an attempt to bisect it.

edited 9th Aug '12 2:39:09 AM by RagnaTheSaviour

Evander, Outside? the Church

Shaking his head in exasperation at the reaction of the girl at his side, Evander maneuvered in a wide circle around the battle zone and stepped into the sanctuary as nonchalantly as he could, hands in his pockets. Pivoting back after he crossed the threshold, he regarded the obliterated doorway with a raised eyebrow, then returned his attention to the woman gripping Perseus' Master. With great satisfaction, he noted that the latter seemed to be in exceptional pain.

That answers that question. I'm so glad this Overseer actually has teeth to back up her authority, whoever she is. That is the Overseer, right? Sitting down at the back pew, he folded his hands in his lap and observed the proceedings with intense interest.

Erin, Outside Abandoned Manor

The sight that greeted the red-haired woman and her Servant as soon they touched down was a mass of rotting corpses, already sliced and diced every which way. Stumbling slightly as she recovered from the disorientating sensation of near-flight, Erin immediately materialized a trio of black keys on each hand, scanning the area for any signs of movement.

"Either they were killed here and left to rot in the first place, or someone has been here before us. Whichever it is, they appear to have been cut apart by blades, and quite skillfully, too." Utterly devoid of the warmth from earlier, her voice was now almost entirely toneless, the grizzly scene before them easily triggering her to detach her emotions and examine the situation clinically. Hmph. It would almost seem like my work, except that they'd have been piles of ashes instead of corpses.

Nodding, she addressed Bedivere, "Very well. Let's inspect the outer area first. That place seems to have fallen in on itself already, after all." She indicated the devastated manor, no longer even recognizable as a house of any kind.

edited 9th Aug '12 12:52:01 AM by darksidevoid

Jesse

Jesse was in so much pain she couldn't even speak the words to make him stop. Her vision blurred, her hearing fizzled out, and she felt bile rising in her throat. Her muscles had all seized up, and a slow static sensation was spreading throughout her body, as absolutely everything screamed in protest. It was pain so intense that it didn't even feel like pain. It just felt like everything was going away. Everything was being consumed in a neverending well of screaming nothing. And then like that it stopped.

The bile came up through her throat laced with blood, and she lurched involuntarily, her body ejecting the slime despite her being immobilized by pain. She lurched, breathing and gasping for air. "Y-you... bitch..."

The Black Knight

There that minion went, ordering her around again! Who did he think he... She stopped as she turned her head towards Vincent. What was that heading towards him? It was black, wearing a heavy cloak, and moving as fast as a bullet.

Assassin?!

The black knight quickly intercepted the swing aimed at her head, deflecting the blade into the air. "Out of my way." Like that, the Servant who just bombed a Mc Donalds leaped out of the way, and made a mad dash for her minion's position.

Dammit you useless sack of shit! You're no good to me dead!

Bedivere

"Very well." Bedivere made haste, and began to search the crumbling mansion for anything that could give them a clue as to its demise, and presumably, that of its owner.

Archer

Archer immediately sensed the presence of two other Servants on the island. Dammit!

With his Master immobilized and near dead, and no backup in sight, Archer had no choice but to retreat. And fast. Pushing every muscle in his body, Archer summoned up every last ounce of his strength, and started running across the water, Jessica in tow. He didn't need to worry about slowing down, or controlling where he was going. He just had to run. Fast. To get out of there. To get his Master out of there. He had to run.

edited 9th Aug '12 2:34:07 AM by KSPAM

Perseus

Perseus was about to bring his weapon down unto Vladimir... but his Master's screaming words made him stop. Taking a step back, he eyed Jeanne holding his Master's arm through his golden mask. Many, many thoughts ran through his mind then.

Why was this happening? Why was the Overseer protecting the Gorgan and her savior? Why was she assaulting his Master, and not the wretched ones instead?

All those questions and more ran through the head of the Servant... and the thought of using that came into mind as well. He could use that to destroy this damn Overseer's Church, slay the Gorgan, and this interrupter as well... No, that wouldn't be a good idea. That's his one trump card, his last resort. If he used that now, then everyone here would discover his true class and name. It would be best to allow them to think he were a Lancer, or even an Assassin.

Reluctantly, Perseus stopped his assault, and immediately appeared by his Master's side. Keeping his weapon on one hand, he eyed the Gorgan one last time before facing the Overseer... as his hand gripped her hand, the hand that was gripping upon his Master's. "That is enough. If you are to punish someone, then punish me, and not my innocent Master. But before you do, Overseer, answer me one question," Perseus gripped tighter onto Jeanne's hand as he spoke, "Why is the Gorgan Medusa here... in a battle among Heroic Spirits... Are you saying that your god considers someone who killed hundreds, and devoured her own siblings a damn HERO?!"

Perseus shouted at the top of his lungs... not caring who heard him, or what kind of voice he gave off. "What kind of sick and twisted god of yours would allow a being such as her in a war like this?! What kind of god would protect an abomination such as her?! Why?! Answer me, Overseer!"

Jeanne — The Church

Jeanne didn't react to her hand being gripped. Her cold eyes looked into Perseus' own, past his mask and into his own eyes. "You're familiar with the concept of Anti-Heroes, aren't you? Summoned as a servant yourself, you should be. And about that, what My god decides? I do not know, and I do not feign to understand. I can only assume that redemption is death in his eyes." Jeanne said in a calmed tone. She was in control of her emotions, not unlike that time with Shapur.

"Answer me, Perseus. In life, you've killed many a man too, have you not?" her tongue was cold. Jeanne relinquished his Master's hand and freed her own from Perseus' grip. "Listen. All of you." Jeanne adressed everyone around her.

"I've mad an example of Michael and his Servant Rider, but perhaps that wasn't enough. Are my words not getting through clearly?"

Jeanne said as she saw something way off in the distance. An intense black fire bringing the city to ruin. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Why don't they understand? They HAVE NOTHING IN THIS WAR.

"The next time any of you break the rules I've set. The next time you endanger the life of someone that's not a participant in the war. I will come for you."

Her eyes turned a dull gold.

"And I will destroy you." the words fell from her mouth. Her eyes returned to normal. The image of burning children that yell out for help. The image of women and men dying in such a struggle. They have no hand in it, so why? So helpless. She can't do anything about it. Despair washes over her. The previous notion of anger had subsided and she fell onto her rear on the steps of the church. She fell silent.

Why was I chosen for this, for the class of Ruler? It was too much in life, and now this. I can't keep this charade up much longer...

A single tear fell down her cheek and rained upon the ground.

The soul of the fourteen year-old, Jeanne d'Arc, was still that of a youthful girl, a wide-eyed idealist.

edited 9th Aug '12 2:49:11 AM by RagnaTheSaviour