Fate/liner phantasm - Dorm A-1

Over forty years ago, there was a bloody battle between Masters and Servants off the coast of the United States. It started in the City of Archwood then expanded to the City of Careen. The island was nearly destroyed by an ensuing confrontation between powerful Servants. A Noble Phantasm of somekind plowed through the land, mutually destroying themselves and the enemy they were fighting. A little time after that, Masters started appearing in Careen City. From that there were two monsters that were fought and defeated. The 'Beasts' they were called.

Two of them that represented the monster of Revelations. Thanks to the sacrifices of those brave few that stood against it, the world is as it is today.

However, it didn't stop the direction of the world. Even without the Grail War and the Beasts, the world was slowly going into decline. The world's life is vanishing. It's getting harder to grow food, harder to live in the increasingly harsh conditions that the world offers. Though there is believed to be a way to save it - by utilizing the 'Mass Summoning System' pioneered in the Archwood Holy Grail, maybe there is a way to save it? Perhaps the use of the Holy Grail?...

This is the 'ribbon' that others can present to participate in the Holy Grail War. They will be allowed to live on the island accomodated, being able to live in luxury for as long as they last in the war. Some poor souls grabbed the slip, trying to escape the hard life they live on the mainland to join the battle. Some don't know what they're getting themselves into, some are just walking headlong into a suicide mission.

It's a day after the arrival of the Masters and the summoning of their Servants. Now the group that may change the tide — that can fight on — is room 1 of Dorm-A. A particular group of eight that seem to have a rusty future ahead of them.

A large, grandoise room that could be called a slice of heaven. A large circular room with eight bedrooms connection it. There are two baths, one large kitchen and any sorts of commodities that would be needed. It's comparable to five-star hotel, or even a penthouse suite. The Masters and Servants that protect them are either familiarizing themselves with the room or talking amongst themselves.

Izayoi, the Master of the Black Dog, is sitting at the kitchen while reading up on the slip of information given to her. It listed information on the canidates and their Masters. Of course, they only list the names of the Masters. Barely anything on composition and class-make up. This frustrates her. Though the name that catches her attention is someone called 'February' who's apparently a homunculus. "Hmmm." she remained silent while studying the names closer.

Kazanari's Saber class Servant, on the other hand, was making a ruckus in their bedroom over the fact that the boy might not be up yet. "Master!"

Knock. Knock. Knock on the door.

"Please, wake-up. There's much to be done today!"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Yeah, this Grail War was going to be the definition of chaotic.

edited 21st Jun '14 4:43:39 PM by RagnatheSaviour

Floris' Assassin

As if by contrast to the more vigilant Servants, Assassin lay sprawled in a manner so far from kingly and serene it borders on the vulgar. A thin strand of drool form from the Servant's mouth, looking more like a little brother who fell asleep after a hard day of play than anything else.

A legendary knight. A hero of chivalry. This was the Lancer that had been summoned for Dorm A.

Lancelot du Lac, Knight of the Lake. He was looking forward to this battle. A glorious battle of heroes, an honorable clash of knights.

....And a single wish. Truth be told, Lancer had not thought about his wish. He supposed that the glory itself would be enough for him. Not to mention, the smile that would appear on his lovely Master's face.

.....But first, he had to take care of his luxurious hair. Lancer had locked himself in the bathroom two hours ago, and showed no signs of getting out.

His hair deserved the utmost care!

—Sister Astrid—

At the moment, Sister Astrid of the Church Executors was in her comfortable room, on her knees and deep in prayer, asking the Lord for the strength to accomplish her mission and the wisdom to overcome what may come next.

However, after a little while of quiet she would look up, to where the confusing Servant that she had summoned stood and asked him "Well then, Caster... shall we go out and meet our allies in this battle or should we take advantage of this time in private to speak? There has not been much chance since I summoned you"

The Black Dog

"Hey... Hey... Hey there... how long do we have to wait for the others? And how long are we going to sit down quietly looking at that thing?" Asks what appears to be a bundle of dark clothing sitting right on the table before Izayoi. In actuality, this was Izayoi's Servant, clad in a dark cloak obvious a lot bigger than her size as it covered her whole body even as the cowl hid all of her factions except for a pair of practically glowing violet eyes "Shouldn't we be out hunting?"

Kazanari Rui-ling

"Nnngggghhhhh.. five more minutes..." Rui-ling grumble- slurred from inside the luxurious master bedroom. It sounded like he said five minutes, but it felt like he meant five hours. After all, this was the first time her street rat Master had slept on a bed that was actually, well, meant to be slept on. If his Servant was smart, she'd remember she could phase through the wall if she wanted. If she wanted.

Ahriya, Master of Lancelot

Ahriya pathetically knocked on the bathroom door for the umpteenth time. "Lancelot... I told you I have to get ready.... All of my stuff is in this bathroom..." Still dressed in her pajamas, she had been sitting outside the door since her servant had locked himself in there.

When the others had started coming into the common room, she had started banging on the door harder but after a half hour of no response, she had resigned herself to embarassment until her servant had finished. She sat slumped against the door.

Izayoi

"We wait as long as it takes." Izayoi cast a glance to her Servant while putting the list away. "You know the rules. No fighting outside of the arena and designated areas." As she said that, Izayoi gave thought that her Servant meant something much different. Hunting birds or something? "Uh, if you want to go out and hunt animals, I won't stop you." she said while walking from the kitchen table to the living room of this circular penthouse. Though what was more on Izayoi's mind was how the Grail War was going to go with this team of theirs. What was it again? They had to fight everyone in Dorm-A, then people in the other Dorms to claim the Grail? Seemed like a long road ahead of her and her teammates. "I hope things go well." she stood there near the couch, getting ready to sit down.

"That's it, Master, I don't mean to intrude BUT—" Yes, that was the intention. Ogier took a few steps back then threw her armored boot up in a violent kick. The door blasted off its hinges, smashing into the other side of the room. The door burst into shrapnel, falling everywhere upon the floor. "Wake UP!" she demanded while walking forward.

"Avenger!" a certain Jeanne pulled herself up from the nice bed she had been sleeping in, recalling a certain wooden Servant. "O-oh, it was a nightmare..." she shook her head then went back to sleep.

edited 21st Jun '14 11:36:07 PM by RagnatheSaviour

Lancer heard his Master's call. Oh, how such a sweet maiden's despair filled him with pain.

The door opened, revealing the knight in all his bishonen glory.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, milady, but I pray that thou understand. A knight must look impeccable at all times. Now, milady, whilst I was inside, I took the liberty of cleaning and preparing thine things. They are waithing for thee inside yon chamber." said Lancer smoothly, in the dialect of court, as is custom.

"Whilst milady prepares herself, might I, by your leave, prepare breakfast for my Master?"

Upon seeing the Knight, Ahriya blushed, all of her annoyance forgotten. "Ahh... Yes, please Lancelot...!" Ahriya scooted past her servant, hurrying to close the door behind her. It was really difficult handling her servant. He would act all annoying but with his demeanor, it was impossible to get mad at him. And that gentlemanness!

Trying to forget about her worries, she doused her face with water, getting ready to introduce herself to everyone.

"Very well, then, milady." said Lancer, giving his Master a short bow. He does the same to Izayoi, then goes off towards the kitchen.

Lancer still couldn't quite get used to the wonders of the modern day, nor the luxuries. Like shampoo. That was magical.

He greets his comrades with a smile as he passes, although the idea of women fighting was uncomfortable for him. Then again, the King was a woman, and she was the greatest knight he knew. How shocked he was when he found out!

He frowns slightly as he spots Assassin. He had a bad feeling with that one. With both of the Assasins, in fact.

In the kitchen, Lancelot thinks of what to cook for his Master.

His Master. He did not know her all that well yet, but hewanted to at least be friends with her. Nevertheless, he would protect her to his utmost...

—The Black Dog—

"Please, I'm not so bored or hungry as to go hunt the pathetic wretches that may inhabit this modern world" says Assassin as she walks next to her Master from the kitchen to the living room, then perching over the back of the couch on a little crouch... and then notices the passing knight with one eye, the other hidden behind a lock of dark hair "Anyway, there's one of the others. Didn't you want to meet our pack?"

Izayoi

Izayoi nodded to Lancelot while taking a seat on the couch, "... I will in a moment." There was plenty of time to get to know them until the first elimination round happened. "There's no rush. I plan on doing some recon later today anyway. Perhaps grab something to eat in town, too." the girl sighed while relaxing on the couch. Her eyes went straight to the ceiling while not looking the Black Dog in the eye. Her left arm went over her eyes, "This is going to be a handful, Assassin, so be ready for anything, today, tomorrow, and whenever."

Caster, Merlin

Merlin, Great Wizard of the Round Table, sat at a table with his eyes closed using his keen ability to observe the present to take a rather healthy look at some of the beautiful women over in Careen City proper. No magical made barriers meant he got an eyeful. Thankfully he had the self-control to staunch the inevitable nosebleed before the Sister spoke. "Feel free to talk to me but I know everything I need to about you," he said eyeing the woman. As easy as can be he shifted forms in a second so he was an exact copy of Astrid. He then proceeded to smile widely while in her form. "Tell me what you wish to know Sister," he said as leaned so that "Astrid's" cleavage was more evident “while I get to know you far more intimately.”

Kazanari Rui-ling

Ogier would find her Master sleeping soundly in the obscenely indulgent king bed that had been so meticulously prepared, for him and everyone else. It was a miracle no one else had taken some time of their own to sleep in, but what was perhaps even more unbelievable was that the boy seemed to have slept straight through a door exploding into splinters a few feet from where he was steadfastedly snoring.

Also, wherever he was in the vast expanse of the Dreamlands, he appeared to be in the middle of a... passionate moment. Very, very, very passionate.

edited 22nd Jun '14 12:46:47 AM by KSPAM

The Black Dog

"Hmmp~! Preparation is for those of your kind, Izayoi. Gotta pick up and put on your coats, your fangs, your claws, even your senses. Even asleep I bet I'd be more ready to act at a moment's notice than most on this island" says the young woman in the dark cloak... though the hood of it seemed to lift a little as if something within perked up "Thus worry not, I'll sniff out danger and have claws ready to move in an instant... which is more than I can say about you. You on the other hand are looking like the smallest of the pack who just lost a leg. What's up with the dark mood, Izayoi? You got me, you should be celebrating"

Sister Astrid

"... Please stop that, it's really disturbing" says Sister Astrid as she makes a look of discomfort and moves a few steps away to pick up her red shroud. It wasn't the transformation magic... she knew pagan wizards were able to do all sort of tricky stuff. But to see he face like that... she seldom smiled in that wide carefree manner these days, much less in front of a mirror. There was a time when she did so... however, the contrast between her cut memories and the white haired, red eyed woman before her did make it quite an eerie thought. She brought one hand to her tattooed arm as she felt a light warm on it.

"You shouldn't use the image of a nun with such a shameless intent, Caster. It will make it harder to appeal to the Lord for a place in his Kingdom and if you repent about it, another thing to regret doing"

Lancelot was finished. Preparing his Master's omelet, that is. He had learned how to cook on a whim...well, mostly because her Peerless Perfection of Maidenhood, Queen Guinevere made him to. But still, the skill served him well.

He had actually made much more than what Milady could eat.

That was a problem.

Then, a marvelous idea struck Lancer. Why not feed his other comrades as well? Surely, a shared meal would bolster their bond!

Nodding to himself, Lancer took two plates of omelets and placed it before Izayoi and her Assasin. He might feel uneasy with the shadowy Servant, but a comrade is a comrade.

"Pardon me, good lady and noble Servant. Will you two care for some breakfast? It seems I have made enough for everyone."

Saber — Rui-ling's Room

Saber walked forward, still trying to get a good eye at her Master. Really, why was the boy sleeping this late for? She knew that he had a hard life bfore the Elysium Holy Grail War. Though what should she do here? He was clearly in a moment, judging by the way he's acting while asleep. "Master, do you still want to sleep?" she asked, not expecting any kind of answer. That was more to herself than to her unconcious compatriot.

Alright, she figured, I'll greet everyone in your place. That's when Saber leaned forward to grab the blankets to cover Kazanari up.

"Celebration?" she pulled her arm from her face, "Nothing to celebrate. We're in the Holy Grail War and I have a mission to accomplish." this time she looked at her Servant. The blonde girl smiled, letting out a little laugh. "Oh, look at me, trying to sound responsible and cool. Doesn't seem to be the real me, does it?" she asked while pulling herself up on the couch, her feet making contact with the nice carpet. "Maybe you're right. I shouldn't be so tense at a time like this. Do you want to go sight-seeing, then, Assassin?"

Then there on the table in front of her, Lancelot set down an omelet. "O-oh, thanks, Lancer—" Though what was she going to say to this? She already ate earlier in the morning. In fact, she woke up before everyone else mostly because she couldn't get back to sleep. Nerves had set in, taking hold of her.

Though there is this kindness the man had blessed her with. She couldn't refuse him. "Thank you very much." she took the plate into her own then started eating.

edited 22nd Jun '14 1:53:19 AM by RagnatheSaviour

Black Dog

Assassin looked with a deadpan expression at Izayoi for a few seconds until she finally lightened up and smiled for a change "That's much better. Show more teeth, I know that's how you look happy but to me it also looks fierce. Much much better, I'd have eaten you if when you summoned me you didn't have enough drive to show some teeth" says the cloaked figure with a light smile of her own which showed despite the shadowy cowl which hid her face.

Then they got approached by Lancer and Assassin instinctively shifted from sitting on the couch to crouch upon it with her feet under her. Violet eyes inspected the man from top to bottom and then settled on the food "An offering then? I've got no need to be coddled, but it is a nice gesture, Raven. I'll very much accept these eggs" says the shadowy form as she moves... a pair pale, naked arms appearing from within the cloak to grab the plate and then proceed to eat the food bare handed.

Noshiga

Out of another room came yet another individual, seemingly engrossed in the lecture. The book, written by one Friedrich Nietzsche, apparently got all of his attention or at the very least enough to just barely avoid bumping into Lancelot.

"My... apologizes." The man said to Lancer, weighing his words in a manner that could only be described as cost-efficient. He took a seat on one empty armchair, returning back to lecture. "My pleasure to meet all of you, I'm sure." Taking his eyes off the book for another moment, he gave everyone present a small nod. Noshiga's eyes - devoid of usual flash - observed both Assassin and Lancer with what seemed to be a hint of curiosity before going back to Nietzsche.

And in yet another room, a giant of a man made of flesh and steel alike waited. If one were to hear intently they could probably hear his breath even from next room, low and rumbling.

Berserker's orders were simple for now: wait for his Master. He didn't plan to go anywhere else. He wasn't really all that good with social interactions anyway, particularly in his current state of mind.

Lancelot gave Izayoi a brilliant smile. "No need for thanks, good lady. It was merely a happy chance that I have made enough for everyone."

Then, Assasin spoke. Lancelot raised an eyebrow in surprise. This shadowy creature...a woman?! Still...she was...eerie. Inhuman. But she was a comrade. Lancer would have to trust her.

"....I merely offer my friendship, miss. We are comrades." he told Assasin.

When Noshiga arrived, Lancer bowed and offered breakfast.

"Good morning, noble sir. Will thou accept mine offer of food?"

Phlegmatic Puppetmaster

This Lancer was certainly rather friendly. Though Noshiga was aware that they were meant to cooperate, at least for the time being, it still seemed odd to him. Curious...

"Thank you for the offer..." The man shook his head. "But I will have to decline. I've eaten earlier."

Lancer nodded. "If thou wish, then, I shall set it aside if you wish to eat it later."

He looks at the others in the room and speaks again. "I would like to introduce myself. I am the Servant Lancer, it is a great pleasure to meet you all. Sadly, Milady Master has not given me leave to state mine true name. Know this, that I am a Knight in service to the King of Knights."

Ahriya Arath

Completely forgetting her own orders to her servant, Ahriya sprang out of the bathroom yelling, "Lancelot, I did not give you permission to fold my underwear! You are not to do that in the future! Oh." Only then did she realize that she was speaking to a room full of people.

Her face a deep crimson, Ahriya ran away into her room, forgetting the delicious omelette that Lancelot had prepared her.

Alicia

Alicia decided to explore the dorms. She couldn't help but stare in awe of the sheer pomp of the place. They were getting to stay at a place like this? She just had to vocalize it somehow. Fortunately someone was there to hear her. "Wooow!", she giggle "We're getting to stay in such a beautiful place. It makes me forget I have to fight. Of course once we win, I'll get to stay in places like this everyday! Isn't that right Berserker?"

Noshiga

Ahriya's outburst and equally swift departure from the living room met with a raised eyebrow from Nietzsche-reading Magus, but otherwise Noshiga said nothing to comment on the situation. It's not like he wished to preserve the remains of fellow Master's pride, but rather he simply didn't have anything to say on the matter.

So the purple-haired Servant who offered him breakfast was none other than Lancelot of the Lake, one of Knights of the Round Table. Curious.

"If I may, Lancer, your Master might require your presence to explain things." He said casually, not bothering to lift his eyes from above Zarathustra.

The giant mass of flesh and steel had no proper response for Alicia's enthusiasm either. To him it was kinda too fancy. Back in his life he never was the one to need such luxuries. Born soldier, he lived like one as well.

A low murmur that was probably meant to be a neutral "I suppose" came from Servant's lips, for a given value of lips as the giant body moved just behind her to keep her company - and keep her safe, 'course.

edited 22nd Jun '14 7:37:46 AM by FergardStratoavis