Max's Room
Sleep Mode: Deactivated.
Max Axton woke up in a strange room. Checking his memory logs... nothing. He had no memory of why he had been put here. Location tracking history - nothing. Communications history - nothing. At least, nothing recent.
Which made him wonder why he was here, exactly.
Zeb's Room
The room was dark.
As for Zebulon Zynder, who woke up in said room, he wasn't quite sure where it was, or even whose room it was. It certainly wasn't his. He couldn't quite recall why he was even here.
He had gotten on the centrifuge, and he was quite sure he had gotten off of that. He had also gotten into the simulator... but did he get out of it? Had he gone to a bar, and drank so much he couldn't remember the girl he had picked up?
He felt a bit sluggish, but he certainly wasn't hung over. Regardless, he knew he had to be alert, and quickly took a look at the situation. The room was simple enough, both in terms of furniture and geometry...
And that's when he noticed it.
The Avatar of Britania
Gilgamesh- Queen of Heroes- With Arty
Gilgamesh, the Queen of Heroes, gave a pouty face as she looked to the young man in her bed. “Oh... you’re awake. Such a shame if you ask me. I was just about to start having fun with you. Go back to bed, hmm?” she said, with almost a bored tone in her voice. So this was to be her master? He looked… scruffy? Yes that was the word she was looking for, scruffy. Like some dog. A king of the dogs to be exact. Yes… A king of the dogs! Only a king could even try to control another king! With a small playful smirk, she went to grab the mongrel by his collar to yank him down to lay with her.
“ Come! King of Mongrels! Come lay with the greatest woman to have ever graced your bed! “ she proclaimed, barking as laugh as she did so. After all, who could say no to Gilgamesh, the Queen of Heroes!
The Black Knight- Zeb’s room
Sitting in the middle of the room, a sword on her lap was someone clad in black armor. The armor was well kept, without a spec of dirt, rust or dust on it. The Black Knight glanced up to the man who she thinks is the one who summoned her. She, slowly, got up to her full height. Dear gods above she was huge. Her gender was hard to pin in all the armor she was wearing, something she almost enjoyed in life. She walked, still slowly, over to Zeb. She was glancing him over as if trying to see what he was worth. Was he a fighter? Maybe, he didn’t look like he could hold a sword.
“Are you….. my… Master?” she asked, looking down to him. Her voice was barely a whisper. It was strange. Something so soft coming out of something that looked like a monster and could eat you for breakfast.
Sinestra Pravus/Dextera Pravus- The Bachelors Pad
Sinestra gave a groan in pain as he got up, holding his head. What had happened? “ W-… what in the hell..? Where am I?” He asked, glancing around. He was in a room, a room that was not his own. He heard a snore next to him, something that sounded like a truck on a good day. Well, Dextera was around.
“DEX!” Sin hissed, smacking his brother upside the head. The big lug gave a groan and turned over.
“But mummy… I don’t want ta go to school today...” Dextera said in his sleep.
With a defeated sigh, Sinestra pushed his brother aside, going to get up and examine the room he was in. Where were they… he didn’t even see the servant behind him.
edited 2nd Apr '13 1:12:36 PM by AtrumLupus
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In The Zone
Sasaki Yuuki - Personal Room
His head hurt constantly. A throbbing headache characterized the entirety of what Yuuki felt as he returned to a state of consciousness. He'd...fought with some mannequins and there was something more to it than that he was sure but it didn't come to mind really. He tested the Mystic Eyes he had given himself back at the opening test as he chose to call it. Well, they didn't do anything to him so he supposed they worked for now.
He tried sitting up but just rubbed his temples in a vain attempt to get the pain to go away because he couldn't get up. I can't get up he thought as he turned to face the reason he couldn't get up. His Servant was actually rather attached to him. Physically attached to him.
The normally calm Yuuki was very confused as he spoke to his Servant "Uh, hello?" He had his Mystic Eyes active mostly because he forgot that he actually had to turn them off. His mind was completely muddled as tried very hard to remember who he had summoned the night before.
Aomine Haru - Personal Room
Aomine Haru felt stiff like he had just played in the championship game again. He sat up quickly and stretched. The blankets fell off him as he got out of the bed to continue his morning ritual. He moved about just to loosen his body a bit before he ran off to take a shower or go for a morning run. He was utterly oblivious to the Servant who had been nearby the whole time though, at the present, asleep.
John Kingston - Personal Room
This bed was nothing like the bed at home. It was small and certainly not as comfortable. The pillows were barely soft compared to the bed he possessed at his home. He sighed in resignation though since this entire War was all for the glory it would bring to win. This Moon Cell needed better rooms all the same by his standards.
John threw the blankets off with a dramatic flourish that came naturally. There was a woman nearby. He took a moment to glace over the woman to see if she was familiar to him. Perhaps one of the family's maids had made it here. No, this was the Moon and this was most certainly his Servant. His Servant was a woman who curretly was leveling a not-so-pleasent look at him. John, for a moment, just stared blankly before regaining his composure.
"I suppose you are my Servant" he said with just an ounce of condescension that came naturally to most nobles.
I, for one, welcome our new Basketball Z overlords. All hail The Generation of Miracles! (Aomine is the best though)
The Maid
The Queen of Witches
"Hmm~ Ahh~"
Yuuki indeed would find himself being hugged tightly from the side by a young woman that looked to be right his age, with a flawless pretty face and silky looking brown hair from which came a fragrance like that of wildflowers.
However, his squirming promptly caused violet colored eyes to half open and a little smile to appear on her pink lips "Ah, you're awake at last... I'm so very glad, got worried when you screamed that much last night"
With those words, the young woman looked at him right in the eyes one hand on his chest letting her index finger draw little circles on it as she lifted her torso a little, her elbow resting on the bed and her cheek on the palm of her hand as she smiled "Hmm~ By the way, I just love the enchantment on those eyes of yours... sends little tingles down my spine and it's making my cheeks flush and feel wonderfully warm"
The Warrior Woman
The Red Haired woman sitting on the floor merely looked up at John Kingston, her unnatural golden colored eyes seeming as if they were judging every ounce of his being "About time you woke up. Were you having bad dreams? You didn't stop squirming and shifting on that bed all night"
Irina Tuomela
Irina woke up... but still stayed pretty still on her bed. Damn, had qualifying hurt. Were more the summoning than anything else. She had been conscious that her memories had been erased by the morning of the second day, so she had not done that badly when the time of the test came... but still, auch.
Still, the Finish gamer didn't move a muscle until she was awake enough to suddenly open her eyes and sit up on one go on her new, barebones room. Basically, a classroom with a bed on it. Very classy.
And there... on the other extreme of the room... was her Servant. At that moment as she glanced upon him she felt a mix excitement, cheer and the sinking feeling that she might be one of the very few Masters in the War to not wake up with her Servant in bed with her.
Oh well.
"Yo Servant! Your gracious Master wakes up! What's up?"
edited 2nd Apr '13 2:20:02 PM by daltar
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY
Arthur "Arty" Cilvyrn
Before he could even see who was talking to him, Arthur felt an overwhelming power grab at his collar. With the subtlety and grace of a crocodile death roll, he was flung onto the bed with a gorgeous blonde, skin as white as marble and eyes red as rubies. Arthur didn't know what to do. He was confused, and he still had that raging... headache, so he had no idea how to respond to this beautiful girl suddenly taking him into a lover's embrace, and lacing her fingers around the back of his neck, and... wait. Could she be the "golden one"?
"Ummm..." he asked hesitantly, blushing, "who are you?"
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Cally Avalon - Makeshift Pub aka her room
Bing booong
Whaaa? Oh, right. That was her sobriety sense. Her system was clear again. Time to refuel! She sat up blearily, moving over a weird person shaped pillow to stand up. And then Cally slipped out of bed, landing on her face with a crash as her legs smacked down on the pillow.
Ow. Well, this was weird. Why was she all achey and tired? Did she run a marathon last night? It had happened enough times to be plausible, but she didn't want to assume anything yet. After all, that would mean she would have to take her drinks a little slower today.
Wait. WAIT A SECOND.
This carpet didn't feel like anything she had at home. She blinked. Wait, this was wood. They didn't have wood!
Oh, darn it all. She didn't want to get arrested again for drunken B&E. It was too much hassle. Maybe she would sneak out before anybody else woke up. She scooted down the bed, almost able to escape when her feet hit the pillow.
Waaaait. That wasn't a pillow, was it?
She prodded it again. Oh, no. It was a stranger! She had... Oh, no. In bed with a stranger? From all of those comedies she watched, that must mean they... they... must have... done it.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Alex Waltz - An Unfamiliar Room
With a head full of cobwebs, Alex sat up in bed. Strange. He didn't remember it being so hard, or the covers being so plastic-like. What had happened?
He looked around. He wasn't anywhere close to a school, not last time he was awake. This classroom had been set up specifically for him, hadn't it? He suspected that it wasn't just him who taken here, though he suspected that the sword wielding woman practicing in the corner wasn't related to either side.
"Name?" The ex-journalist gave her a hard glare as she continued to move smoothly through her routines. He got the distinct feeling that she wasn't human, given her looks and the abnormal strength that was visible even to him. To quote one of his old buddies, the 'a-matter smelled like BS'.
Sam Winters - Sam's Snuggly Room
"Mmmm...." Sam drooled as he held a pillow tight. "Love yoouuu~"
He turned over languidly, finally stirring from his deep sleep as the smell of food hit his nose.
"Mmm... Mom?" His eyes fluttered open. Was it breakfast already?
The room looked different. Oh, this wasn't his room. It was a classroom.
No, he wasn't home right now. This wasn't really good, but it seemed like it was okay right now.
"Hello? Who's there?" He called out, pillow in his hands. There was food somewhere outside, but who was cooking?
He climbed out of bed, naively lowering his guard as he bounced along towards the smell.
"Whoever you are, your cooking is good~" He called out cheerfully.
AHNOLD - Irina's Room
"Only my weights." The muscular Servant's heavy accent made it hard to understand him, but he continued lifting and grunting regardless.
"C'mon, let's get pumping. One, two, my Mastah. Let's do it!"
The enthusiasm in his voice was a little off-putting. After all, he was a burly man in tac-gear and camo. Nobody who looked like that should be enjoying things so much, it seemed.
PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY
THOR ODINSON
"Jesus, woman! Shut up!" the "person-shaped pillow" yelled as it clamped its hands around its ears. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Are you trying to make me deaf?!"
The pillow (or as he called himself, Thor Odinson, mighty god of thunder and lightning) stuck a finger in his ringing ears. Yelling during a hangover. That was exactly what he needed right now. Absolutely brilliant start to the morning. What the hell time was it, even? He looked at the clock situated in the top-right corner of the ceiling. It read nine thirty. AM. Thor stared in blank disbelief.
"... I'm going back to bed. If you wish to lend me your oversized chest as a pillow again, feel free, but don't wake me up until I can smell roast hog and fresh mead."
Song Hyeon
Song Hyeon awoke with a yawn, rubbing his eyes as he surveyed his surroundings. The fact that this wasn't his room was immediately apparent even to a child, especially an intelligent one like Song, but he was too sleepy to care right now. What had he been doing last night? Had he had a game or something with his guild or something? Some kind of tournament maybe? Or did his dad just forget to wake him up again?
"Daaaaaaad," he called out sleepily, more out of curiosity than distress, "where aaaaaarre youuu?"
edited 2nd Apr '13 4:29:48 PM by KSPAM
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The Avatar of Britania
Gilgamesh- Queen of Heroes- With The King of the Mongrels
Gilgamesh, the Queen of Heroes, seemed to blink in surprise at the boy. Did he honestly not know who he was talking too? Who are you? The corner of Gilgamesh's right eye started to twitch. How could anyone not know they were talking to the greatest of all the heroes? Did he live under a rock all of his life? She would think it would be obvious! In a flash, she was standing on the bed, the covers thrown off, glancing down at her mongrel. Wearing nothing but sleep wear
◊ clothing, she placed one hand on her hip and pointed at him with the other.
“Who am I?! Hah! I should have known only a mongrel would ask that question! No less the King of them! I am the King of Heroes! The Queen of Uruk! The Woman who gave birth to the title of Hero! I am Gilgamesh! So, I suggest you try and show me respect! For remember, King of the Mongrels, you are in the presence of the greatest woman you could ever lay eyes upon! I am to be treated with the respect and dignity that I deserve! You do best to keep that in mind!” She spoke with such power and command. It was hard not to be just entranced by her. She placed her other hand on her hip and puffed out her chest.
“Now, I will forgive your ignorance just this once. I am a generous queen after all. But! Do not test my generosity. I demand an apology from you as that would satisfy my hurt pride at the moment.” Seriously, how could this mongrel not know who she is?!
Jacqueline Jekyll- Cooking Omnoms!
When Sam turned the corner into the kitchen, he was met with a woman that was about five foot three, with pale skin and red hair. She seemed like something out of a fancy Victorian novel. The hair was tied in a loose braid as she was busy plating some eggs, toast and bacon. She glanced up when she saw Sam enter the room. She gave such a bright smile to him as she finished plating both his food and hers.
“I do apologize Master. You see , you were asleep and I thought you would love to have something to wake up to so I made you breakfast. It's not much I suppose, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day! Very good to keep your strength up!” She spoke with such a delicate British accent, going to pour a pot of tea for both Sam and herself. She seemed like a nice enough woman. She sort of assumed that this person was her Master. He seemed nice enough. It was the other part of her she was worried about, but Eve seemed quite for the most part. Maybe she was also getting use to this new atmosphere.
“ Oh! I am so sorry master.” She gave a slight bow, “ I forgot to tell you my name. My name is Jacqueline Je-.... Uh.. actually, just Jacqueline would be fine for now. If it is easier for you, you can call me Jackie.”
Best not reveal your last name Jackie. He may drop you on the spot. But please do get angry at him! I'll come out and give him a new asshole!
Not now, Hyde. Let us at least get to know the boy first, I'd rather not be upset this early in the morning. Now you get rest, please.
She gave another smile to the boy.. who she honestly thought was a girl, and sat down in a chair at the diner table.
edited 2nd Apr '13 4:49:12 PM by AtrumLupus
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Cally Avalon
"M.. my.. MY CHEST? YOU SLEPT ON MY CHEEEEST?!" Cally yelled again. This day was getting worse all the time.
"First you take advantage of me, then you sleep on my chest, a- and... AND ASK FOR MY ALCOHOL? You've gone too far, you monster!" She stood up and pointed an accusing finger at the man.
Handsome devil or not, he had gone too far. She could no longer be called a maiden, but her booze... no, she wouldn't let him have that! Absolutely not!
Wait. Where was her stash?
She recoiled in horror. Did... did he drink it all already?!
"NOOOOO! NOT THE GOOD STUFF! I WAS SAVING THAT!"
Sam Winters
"Hello, Jackie. Good morning to you! Umm...." Sam paused. "Wait a second, why are you calling me Master?"
He cocked his head. She wasn't a maid, and she wasn't... Well, Jackie was really pretty. But she didn't work for him. He was sure of that.
Well, she had offered him breakfast. They could discuss that over the meal. He sat down, looking at the woman with curious eyes.
"And for that matter, where are we? I don't remember anything between... then and now."
Then being him... him... something to do with his computer.
In The Zone
Sasaki Yuuki - Personal Room
Slowly, ever so slowly, Yuuki regained some sense of composure. "I was going to ask what you are doing here" he said as he returned his eyes to normal "but you must be my Servant in this War no?" He looked at this woman and found her quite attractive. Perhaps this was one of the ways fate was working in his favor. No, no it wouldn't do to think like that. This was a war after all.
"I'm glad to be of service but, if you wouldn't mind, could you fill in a few blanks for me. Like when I got to this room and what happened after I summoned you. It appears I blacked out" he said with a sigh at his own perceived weakness. His blush was deepening however courtesy of her hand on his chest and just generally close proximity so it might have under-minded his seriousness. Just a little.
John Kingston - Personal Room
"Bad dreams? No, I was thinking of how much better my home is than here and how uncomfortable the bed was" he said plainly. "I'm going to assume you are my Servant, while I assume I asked already it seems my memory has been affected" he looked away. He really tried to remember who this woman was and why she was looking at him so critically.
"You are Lancer" he said returning her gaze before extending a hand to help her up should she desire to take it "I know that I summoned you before arriving in this room but nothing more".
Lady Lancelot - Personal Room
"Good of you to wake up Master" said the cheerful knight sheathing her blade "Last night was quite the experience for me". She had never expected to be given the chance to fight in the Grail War. She walked to her Master and knelt "I wish to thank you, Master, for this chance to fight for my wish".
She stood moments after and returned to her blade training. The sword was an extension of her body not merely a tool. Her form flowed with each swing being deliberate, precise, having meaning. Her muscles flexed with the exercise as she continued her morning ritual. "Do you have need of me for anything Master" she asked casually as she continued.
I, for one, welcome our new Basketball Z overlords. All hail The Generation of Miracles! (Aomine is the best though)
Alex Waltz
"I need your name, and why I'm here." Alex looked down at her coldly, as he did to all others who were not near and dear to him. Who was this girl? What did she mean by 'fight for her wish'?
He had been dragged into something. This... warrior or whoever she was, she thought of him as a master. What was that supposed to mean?
It was almost as if he was caught in a war. But why? Who had anything to gain from this?
Morgan Valentine - The Kennel AKA His Room
"Aw, no. No. NO."
Waking up in a classroom wasn't bad. Nah, he had done that before.
Waking up in a classroom in the middle of nowhere? Ehhh... Not the worst thing that's ever happened to him.
Waking up in a classroom in the middle of nowhere, with a giant black dog in his bed?
Well, that was pretty terrible. Really.
"Dad, mom, wherever you are, I swear I did not do anything to this animal. You didn't raise me to be like that!" He gnashed his teeth in anger.
Something, namely the terrible aching throughout his body, told him that he might just be lying to himself.
Gah, darn it. He never was one to back down from dares. He didn't remember what happened, but he was going to get some payback if he was right.
"When I find that asshole who did this, I'm going to kick his ass!" He clenched his fists.
PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY
Arthur "Arty" Cilvyrn
"What the hell are you..." A sinking feeling crept up on Arthur, and before he could even wonder if he wanted to remember, flashes of last night started coming back to him. That's right. He'd summoned a Servant. Which means she was from the past. Which means he was part of the Grail War. Which means he was on the moon. Thanks a lot, dad.
He sighed. "Of course you are, your majesty. How could I forget?" No really, how could he? Her personality was outrageous. He'd be hard pressed to forget anything she said with that kind of ego.
THOR ODINSON
"Gah, how many times must I tell you to stop screaming?!" Thor responded hypocritically. "First of all, it was you who drank all the alcohol, not me! I barely got enough to get hungover! Secondly, stop saying I took advantage of you! You took advantage of me!"
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Trevon Marquis
Trevon's hands were still twitching, a live wire of power and energy. He still hadn't done something with the corpse of the man he strangled earlier, lying there on the floor. He still hadn't done much, really. Sentience was a new thing for him. He slipped out his Stunner Shades, and popped them on. He stared up at the ceiling. That was the other thing, he was lying down. He didn't remember lying down or passing out, but he probably did it awhile after killing a man, building the Applebees up into near-stripmall levels, and lowering the cut of all the waitresses' tops by a few inches. He groaned, sat up, and turned.
There was a chick next to him. In fucking armor. A Servant, if his NPC knowledge served him.
"Uhm." Trevon's mind drew a blank on what to do, before resorting to the first line of defense: vulgarity. "Who the fuck're you?! Bitch get off my floor!" He scrambled to his feet. "God damn who the hell're you?!"
The Avatar of Britania
Gilgamesh- Queen of Heroes- With The King of the Mongrels
Gilgamesh chuckled, looking down to the mongrel. “ Good boy. Now, if you must ask, I think this room looks a little.. drab. I am starting to think a change is in order King of the Mongrels. Ooo, let's go shopping, hmm? Silk sheets, furs, a bed that can fit eight plus me. Oh it would be marvolus, Mongrel.”
She jumped off the bed and smirked. “ Now, King of the Mongrels. You may address me as the Great Gilgamesh. I give you permission to also call me, My Queen. Anything else, I will promptly smack you upside the head and enjoy every second of it.”
Jacqueline Jekyll- Cooking Omnoms!
“ Well, we are on the moon, technically. I am a servant in the Holy Grail war that takes place on the moon. You know.. lots of computer stuff and everything. It's a little over my head a bit. You know... well, anyways we are in a Holy Grail War on the moon! Ever heard of it?” she asked, taking a bite out of her bacon.
The best part was, the Bacon was cooked just right. Not even the slightest bit burnt.
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Cally Avalon
"W- Well, that's not-" Cally paused. Wait, he suddenly looked very familiar.
She reached into her pocket almost instinctively, pulling out a chunk of broken chair. Okay, so she had definitely gone drinking last night. Maybe it was with this guy. But... Well, wait a second. Her pants were on. Everything was on. Messy, yeah. But nothing had been taken off.
So what did he mean by her taking advantage of him? She looked down and spotted a blonde hair curled around one thigh.
"Oh my gosh."
She had been riding on his shoulders last night, hadn't she? And if that was the case, that meant....
"Two-Tone Totem Pole." She said in awe.
No wonder she was so sore, she had to hold a keg above her head and chug from it, all while balancing on him. So... her card didn't get punched after all!
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I thought so badly of you. No, I must really like you if I did the T 3 P. I have to buy you some drinks."
She scrounged around in her pockets again, finding no money at all. But she did find a note.
"Thor, and a matchstick? Oh, you must be Thor. And you nearly beat me last night, then."
What about the other side?
"Arena money, monsters 4 booze. Huh, so we have to fight for our drinks."
None of that explained why they were here, though. Or why there were monsters. Aw, whatever. She'd just drink her problems away.
Lu Bu, THE STRONGEST UNDER HEAVEN
"Hold your tongue, general! Lu Bu is displeased at your appalling conduct." The woman said disapprovingly, each word heavy with anger and frustration.
"First, you summoned Lu Bu without calling forth Lu Bu's dear wife Diao Chan! Then you dare to question why Lu Bu would be here, when it is she would should reprimand you for sleeping on her floor? Impudence! Lu Bu would have you flogged if you were not her only soldier!"
She slammed her halberd down hard enough to crack the floor.
"Lu Bu has come to the Moon to claim her wish, and to conquer the planet with Diao Chan at her side! You are here to provide counsel when it is asked for! Let Lu Bu's words ring true and nest in your heart, for it shall be her trusty halberd that pierces through it should they be forgotten!"
Sam Winters
"Umm... Moon? Okay. I don't remember the Moon being like this." Sam looked confused.
Wow, the government must have done a good job of making the surface so liveable and not chokingly deadly from lack of oxygen. How did they do that?
"Holy Grail War? Servant? I don't understand that, either. Never heard of those two things, but it sounds kinda scary." He followed suit by nibbling on his bacon.
Mmm, really good. Not like the implications of a War, not at all.
Zeb's Room
"Master? Armor? What in-" Zeb said, confused, but going back a bit on the bed away from the armored figure and wondering where the room's exits were. "Are you even a woman? Christ! How much did I drink?"
Aomine's Room
Jack the Giant Slayer woke up with a yawn.
"Aw man, you're finally awake, this is great!" he started running around the room, right up onto the ceiling above the basketball player, dashing around a circle. "What are we gonna do today, huh? I really wanna see what I can fight. And the girls, man! I bet there's tons here. So what are you waiting for?"
The Pravus' Bachelor Pad
"Ha!" the tall lumberjack said from behind the pair. "He looks like he's had a few mugs of Joe Murphy's moonshine. Wake up, master!"
Paul picked up the bed by the side and tilted it up a couple of feet so that Dex would roll out unless he woke up and did something.
"Heh," he added with a chuckle, "moonshine sure seems like the right word, all things considered."
Red-headed Smasher
Arcueid Brunestud — Song's Room
"Helllloooo?" a light voice filled the room. It was apparent that it didn't exactly belong to anyone that Song knew. The owner of the voice was a tale, blonde woman wearing a blackened attire. "Are you awake yet? Hey!" she yelled again and pushed the young boy.
"Hey you! Nano-something or other!"
The Maid
Irina Tuomela
"I'll pass! I'm a bit more of gymnastics kind of girl. Huh, so a classroom it is, huh? Most sweet contest in existence and they keep the school aesthetic? Kind of lame... the MM Os I went to had way worse graphics than this I admit, but the environments were tons more exciting" says Irina as she mercilessly critiques the tastes of the Moon Cell "I mean, I get the school stuff was part of a test and stuff, but recycling the school assets once we get past that tutorial? Talk about lazy. Even the worst companies stopped doing at by 2020"
"Oh anyway, look at me rambling. Sorry about that" says Irina as she sits on the bed, her legs swaying back and forth "So, you're my Servant. A pleasure to meet you sir. I'm the one and only Irina Tuomela or Sky Iri online. So, who are you?"
Aradia
"That you did, darling partner of mine" says Aradia with a bright smile "The pain of the summoning, Moon Cell likes all that stuff. Kind of kinky if it isn't completely macabre. Anyway, you blacked out once I appeared to destroy that pathetic doll. Afterwards, we were both thrown back to the school setting and given our own room. That'd be when I tucked you into bed to rest and then crawled in for a nap with you"
"And that'd be about it"
Scathatch
"Psst" The red haired woman let out a little sigh and then looked off to the side as she heard John's answer "You forgot nothing, boy. You summoned me, I speared a doll to death and then I got to see you squirm and cry in pain on the floor"
The woman then, ignores John's hand as she stands up from the floor on her own in a single fluid motion. After that, she walks to the window of the room, looking out at the otherworldly sky of the Moon Cell "After that, I let you sleep on the bed while I rested on the floor"
The Black Dog
As Morgan squirmed on his bed in sheer outrage, suddenly a deep and guttural voice started to laugh... right at the same moment as the lights in his room started to dim and flicker.
In total darkness, Morgan would soon be able to see nothing but a pair of feral red eyes looking fixedly at him "So, once again we meet. And on this second encounter, you're spouting off such funny words. Is your mind foggy enough that you don't remember, Master?"
Soon the eyes would close as another laugh shook the room and Morgan would feel something jumping right off the bed. In a second or two the lights would flicker back into life... however, the the floor there would lie not a gigantic black dog... but instead a girl.
A girl with fair skin, crimson colored eyes and a mane of wild unevenly cut, though straight, black hair which reached all the way down her back. She would be around Morgan's age, perhaps a year older. However, there were several points of worry on this girl which lay on the floor, her chin resting comfortably on the palm of her hand. As she smiled, peeking from her pink lips one would be able to see sharp canines... her fingers each had a sharp looking claw on the end... from the sides of her head two canine ears could be seen and she had a long, lustrous tail which swayed slowly from side to side.
And she was completely naked.
When she spoke next, her voice was clear and perfectly feminine as she said "So? Do you remember yet?"
Sue Mc Coy
Sue awoke with a start, rising instantly o sit down on her bed as she took deep breaths... as if she had just come out of a nightmare. Which, her previous experience in the elimination round, truly felt like.
She looked around in confusion, feeling around the bed for her glasses as she asked "What... w-where...?"
edited 2nd Apr '13 10:56:02 PM by daltar
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
PARTY PARTY PARTY I WANNA HAVE A PARTY
Arthur "Arty" Cilvyrn
Apparently she doesn't understand sarcasm very well. Arthur sighed. "You do know that I'm the Master here, right? So why are you calling me 'mongrel'?" His tone wasn't so much one of annoyance or indignation as it was one of exasperation, as if he knew already his efforts would be equivalent to talking with a brick wall.
Still, it's interesting that Gilgamesh was a girl... Arthur was kind of surprised he wasn't concerned by that fact, but eh. He was on the moon, nothing should be surprising. And this is why you don't open emails your dad sent you, Arty. Yes other Arty, yes it is.
THOR ODINSON
Thor growled as he crawled back under the covers. "I told you to shut uuuup," he said, obviously in pain from his magnitude 7.5 hangover. "How is it that you're even still functioning? I've never met a mortal with a tolerance like yours..."
Song Hyeon
Song blinked. He didn't recognize this lady. Was she from the tournament? Because she didn't look like anyone he knew. She was pretty though...
"I'm awake, I'm awake..." he said as he yawned. "Ummm, noona? Where are we? Was there a tournament or a LAN party last night? I can't remember... Do you know where my dad is?"
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The Avatar of Britania
Jacqueline Jekyll- Eating Omnoms!
“ Well, we are not on the moon... rather in it. We are technically in a computer. I believe it is called Moon Cell? Or something like that. The deal is we are technically in a computer program. You were uploaded and now you are here. To participate in a Holy Grail War!” Jackie gave a smile and then took her toast to dip in her eggs.
“Well, you see, the Holy Grail War is … well a war!” She gave a nervous smile.
Real Smooth there Captain Obvious. Why don't you just tell him we are the Tooth Fairy while you're at it, Hyde's thoughts hissed at Jackie.
“Uh.. well..that was stupid.. but.. in short, is a competition that decides the ownership of the Holy Grail through battle royal. There are 128 Masters, such as yourself, and each are granted a Servant. A Servant is someone from History, Legends or Mythology that helps fight alongside their Master in hopes to win. We duel one randomized opponent, per week usually, until only one remains. We are given six days of preparation, and hold an Elimination Battle on the seventh day. When you lose... well, you are deleted from the program. In short, not a good thing.” She said, scratching her chin. “ Do you have any questions? I don't think I left anything out.”
The Black Knight- Zeb's Room
The Black Knight looked down to her Master on the bed. He seemed afraid, but it was of no matter. She went closer until she was arm length away from Zeb. She seemed to tilt her head slightly at his confusion. She seemed to think about if she should take her helmet off or not. But, she decided that maybe it would be a good way for her Master to get to trust her. With a small sigh, she reached up and un-clicked her helmet. She took it off as a pair of deep blue eyes looked at Zeb. Her short brown hair was hacked off rather roughly, as if someone took a machete to it. But it was true, she was indeed a woman.
“Are you... My... Master.” She asked again. Maybe now he would cooperate.
Sinestra Pravus/Dextera Pravus-The Pravus Bachelor Pad
Dex was tossed off the bed as he landed with a hard thud of the floor. “ Ow! Wut was tha' for!?” He asked, looking to his younger brother.
The two brothers seemed to glare at each other, and then turn to see the other man in the room. Sin only gave a sigh and held his head. “ Wonderful... he's talking about moonshine. I really am afraid to ask who you are. But.. seeing as how you lifted my oaf of a brother up, you have to be rather strong.”
Dex only gave a nod to this, “ Yeah! I.. wait... wus I jus' insulted?” He turned to his younger brother with a frown on his face.
Sin only gave a louder sigh, “ Of course not! Of course not... anyways.. Where are we? You wouldn't happen to know would you?”
Sinestra's accent was refined, while Dextera's made him sound like he was from the slums.
Gilgamesh- Queen of Heroes- With The King of the Mongrels
“ Ahh yes, I do suppose I have to offer my many talents to you. I am the great Gilgamesh after all, what sort of Queen would I be if I didn't help the less fortunate. Fear not, King of the Mongrels! You have summoned the greatest Servant known to mankind!” she said, barking a hearty laugh. She frowned down to him when he mentioned his pet name.
“Mongrel? Oh you see, I am the great Gilgamesh. After everything is said and done, no one can even manage to hold a candle to what I have done. Certainly not you. That is why I call you the King of the Mongrels. Only someone truly worth could ever summon the great Gilgamesh! So you have to be a king of something. And thus, I have deemed you King of the Mongrels. You are King of the lesser, common folk.” She said, almost with some sort of endearment to that pet name.
“ It is a wonderful pet name, don't you think?” She asked.
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Zeb's Room
Oh shit, think Z, think, the astronaut thought to himself as the giant armored man turned out to be a woman. THINK. He had gotten into the simulator for the upcoming run to the moon, and... he didn't remember ever logging out.
No....
It couldn't be....
It had to be. He brought his hands up to his face and felt it. It seemed real. It had to be real.
Except that didn't explain the horse. Wait. The horse? Why on earth was there a horse in the room? Except, it could just be a dream, or rather, a nightmare.
Ignoring what sounds he seemed to be hearing from the armored woman, he stuck his hands out towards her face. It couldn't be real. Surely she'd disappear?
The Pravus' Bachelor Pad
"Ah ha ha, a little bed like this's nothing," the lumberjack said with a deep chuckle, "But you don't remember? Why, the name's Paul Bunyan; I'm your servant for this here fight they got set up. Not quite sure about it myself, never was one for that sort of thing, but we're on the moon, it seems. Though, it looking like some fancy city instead of being just a bunch of cheese is surprising."
He let go of the mattress since there was no point keeping it tilted anymore, and it made a thump as it landed. "You two never said your names, though."
The Avatar of Britania
The Black Knight- Zeb's Room
The Black Knight blinked in surprise as the man touched her face. She didn't jump back, didn't slap his hand way, didn't scream in anger. No, she just stood there as if not sure of what to do. Her master looked as if he needed some for of confirmation that she was real. He seemed a bit confused and frightened. She stood in silence, watching him. Her horse was laying down in the corner of her room. The Black Knight couldn’t just leave Blair outside!
Sinestra Pravus/Dextera Pravus- The Pravus Bachelor Pad
“ Wait.. Paul Bunyan? Our servant? Wait... I did it-...I mean.. We did it Dextera! We are in the Moon Cell and participating in the Holy Grail War!” Sinestra said, excitedly to his brother. His brother, didn't have the same enthusiasm.
“ Oh.. you told me the moon was made of cheese...” Dex pouted to his brother.
Sinestra sighed and shook his head, “ Not now, brother... not now. Anyways, Paul Bunyan. I am Sinestra Pravus... and this idiot over here is my older brother, Dextera.”
Spartans! Let's Start this! Show these petty officers who's the hardest!
Trevon
Trevon stumbled back, temporarily startled. You know. Because his Servant apparently had a tongue! Wait, shit, gotta maintain control! Go on the offensive!
"Ohhh, HERRO RU BU!" Trevon yelled in an imitation of her slight accent. "Shut up. I'm the one with the Command Seals here, you fucking listen to me. Dow Chang or whoever is no doubt on the moon with a hundred or so Servants hanging around, so let's chill the fuck out." Just to make sure he would stay imposing, Trevon raised a hand and executed a minor hack; Lu Bu lost a few inches on him.
"So. Let's try this again." He said, trying to stay calm. He extended a hand. "Hi. Name's Trevon."
Tesla
"Tesla coil. Wardenclyffe. Also, the moon!" A man stood a few dozen yards away, facing away from her and hammering and screwing away at a sparking device of some sort. Sue's house had been transformed into some sort of warehouse laboratory, filled with similar inventions. "My name is Nikola Tesla! Caster! Please, clean yourself up and make yourself decent before we talk further!"
Red-headed Smasher
Arcueid Brunestud — With Song, Room
"Nope, I don't know ANYTHING about that." the True Ancestor found a chair to sit in. She reclined back with an exaggerated yawn and stretch. "So what are we going to do today?" she was so casual, nonchalant, as if this was just routine. "Well? If you don't say anything, I'll just decide on what we do."
"Hey you! Nano-something or other!"
PRELIMINARY ROUND CONCLUDED
NUMBER OF REMAINING MASTERS:
128
CASUALTIES:
872
BEGIN DAY 1...
Arthur "Arty" Cilvyrn
He awoke in a cold sweat, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling. What had he been doing? Where was he? Why had he been asleep? This wasn't his home. In fact, it didn't look like any place he'd ever been before. Arthur "Arty" Cilvyrn immediately tried to get off his back, but was assaulted by a wave of nausea that forced him right back. He began to panic. Alright, alright. He needed to try and sort all this out. He was in an unfamiliar place. He felt sick, he had absolutely no idea how or when he'd gotten where he was, and on top of that he had an absolutely throbbing... headache. Great.
He tried getting up. Groaning, he forced his reluctant body into an upright position. This headache was making it difficult to think, but at the very least it was starting to recede. And he was beginning to get some idea of why he was here. Something had happened to him. This something was important, but for what reason he couldn't remember. Come on, think...
Little packets of information began coming back to him in schizophrenic order. Pain. Fear. A blue dungeon. Unease. Doll. Pain. Fight. Pain. Pain.
He gripped his head again, trying to remember. What was this? What had happened to him? Why was he in this strange place? He let the images and sensations flow again, hoping to find something useful in his scattered memories. Other world. Illusion. Paranoia. Preliminary selection. Fight. Pain. Die. Golden one...
Wait, let's examine that one. Golden one?
edited 2nd Apr '13 6:27:21 AM by KSPAM
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