Fate/liner phantasm - Dorm A-1

Kazanari Rui-ling

That's when Saber would find there wasn't actually a Master sleeping in the bed. As a matter of fact, if one were to pass their hand through the empty space, they'd find it was, well, empty. An illusion, a fake Rui-ling. Any number of the Servants who possessed talents in Magic Resistance (of which Rui-ling's Saber was one of) could see the bed had already been emptied and then hastily made just by focusing on the space, dispelling the mental interference magic. But it had certainly worked as a distraction.

Rui-ling pounced, and tackled his unaware Servant onto the king-sized bed. Without time to brace herself, he carried her into plush mattress with his own momentum, landing in a tangle with Saber. The smack of the armor she was wearing stung a bit as he'd hit it, but he'd won. He'd done it!

"BUCKET LIST!" he shouted, thoroughly confusing a lot of people, Saber probably included.

Oda Nobunaga

Archer sighed as she entered the room. "Really, Noshiga? Must you really be this boring? Put down that book, you're in the middle of a conference between Masters and their Servants. A diplomatic congress of warlords would not warrant such laziness. If you want to properly introduce yourself," she said as three things, an unhinged smile and two large arquebuses, materialized in her presence, "YOU MUST DO SO WITHOUT RESERVE! ESTABLISH YOUR DOMINANCE AND YOUR RIGHT TO VICTORY AND MANIFEST DESTINY! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS A REALITY WITH A PASSION WEAKER THAN YOUR OWN SEX DRIVE?!"

She grabbed the arquebuses and pointed them handily at two of the nearest Servants and Masters, holding it just long enough to maybe make them consider voiding themselves or begging for mercy before grinning cheekily, acknowledging her own joke and turn the guns around, barrels pointed at herself and stocks within reach of the people she'd just been threatening.

Noshiga

If there was any irritation displayed by Noshiga it was so minuscule and insignificant it could as well not be there at all.

"I understand you're eager to die a warrior, Archer, but if you want to, do so at your own leisure." He spoke, closing the book nonetheless, sighing. Why did he have to end up with such troublesome Servant? He didn't wish for anything powerful or spectacular, just some quiet and easy-going Assassin to make use of him. No, he had to end up with Oda Nobunaga himself... or rather herself. "I feel no obligation to stop any of these ladies and gentlemen from brutalizing you if you happen to push your luck too far."

"For that matter, there is no conference in the making just yet and your insults need work." Cringing at Archer's childish snap he went back to his book, sighing.

Floris Winester

Floris sat across from her Servant; a frown across her face. Bad enough she'd summoned one of the weaker Servants but for him to be a slob was unbecoming. Moving swiftly from her own bed to his she stood over him. When he came to she would speak to him softly but sternly. " A king should not lie around so haphazardly. It's time we got to know those we are staying with." Without waiting for a reply she set off towards the living room to see if any of the other occupants were awake.

Oda Nobunaga

"Twas not an insult. Merely a statement," Archer replied. "If there is anything more important to you than victory, be it your pride or primal desire itself, then you've already failed to grasp your ambition. There can be no heights to which you cannot climb, and no depths to which you will not sink. You must wage your war with everything that you are on the line, or you have failed before you've even began. Not that I would expect a man so devoid of life or dreams of his own to understand."

She looked at her Master directly. "That, by the way, was an insult."

edited 22nd Jun '14 12:45:42 PM by KSPAM

Noshiga

"I suppose I should congratulate you on your improvement then, shouldn't I?" The man put down the book, sighing. Reading anything was next to impossible once she was around. "But no, you'd be mistaken in thinking so. It's just they are of a different branch than yours." Noshiga shrugged weakly. "And there's no time to be alive yet. The battle is still ahead of us all."

Izayoi

The girl finished eating the egg in a second or two, savoring the test of the well-prepared breakfast. She looked over to Noshiga who offered the response that she was going to. Then at that same moment Ahriya, Lancer's Master, bolted into her room in an embarassed flutter. "Ahh." Izayoi laughed to herself. Well, this war wasn't going to be as bad as she thought if these were the kind of people that she was rooming with.

Since she had nothing much to say, she listened in on Archer and Noshiga's talk. Given time she thought it was alright to formally introduce herself. "Uh," she said, "My name is Izayoi Creed-Maverick. I'm the Master of Assassin. I don't think I've gotten your name, Master of Archer."

The swiftness in which this had happened thoroughly confused her. Though she simply laughed, "Bucket list? You're quite funny, Master." Saber grabbed Rui-ling like a cat grabs a kitten by the scruff of the neck. "Since you're alive and well, we'll get things started." Then Ogier walked out of the room, into the living room. She then lightly sat down her Master on the furthest portion of the couch in the living room where everyone seemed to have gathered.

Malcolm

"My friend, have you found these accomodations to your liking?"

Old, wrinkled Malcolm was seated on his bed with an open Bible on his lap. Gently closing the holy book closed, he set it on his nightstand and smiled. It had been several decades since they had last met, and he had missed her greatly. Never before had he met such a stalwart warrior, and it was likely he would not meet another like Musashi. Oh, it had really been too long.

"I suppose you may still be shocked at how old I have become. Few expected me to live so long. I myself remain amazed by my continued survival." He joked. "Come. You know the ravages of time. Sit and speak. Do not make me feel like I must stand."

Musashi

Saber chuckled. She sat down gracefully, tucking her legs beneath her and putting her palms on her thighs. “Malcom, my friend,” she said, her voice warm, “you forget that I, too, have known old age. True, this body is in its prime, but once, a long time ago, I was wrinkly like you are now, you know.” A pause. “I didn't look so good, though. All saggy and grey-haired and scarred.”
She looked through the open door, hearing the tell-tale sounds of a commotion. “Come,” she said, “let's go and see what's all the noise about. Since this is my third War, I get to be a bit cranky, neh?”

—The Black Dog—

Equally fast was Assassin in devouring her eggs under the protective darkness of her cowl, and soon enough she dropped a pristinely clean plate down on the side of the couch "Hmmm indeed, we are on the same side on this war, though I wouldn't call us a pack just yet, Raven" she says to Lancelot.

Then she hears the boisterous words of Nobunaga and retreats her pale hands back inside of her cloak to cover her ears with "Aaaah... so noisy..."

Merlin

The reaction was something from the otherwise normally void of emotion woman. "Awww, does it bother you to see a smile on your own face? That's quite the ailment sister but maybe it has something to do with that demon you carry around eh? I mean, they're not the most cheerful bunch," Merlin said as he leaned back with that smile still present on his face. He actively laughed when she mentioned God. "Hey, I've got the ok from the big guy," Merlin noted as he looked down his own shirt "and really, can you tell me not to look when you put yourself on display like this." The wizard pushed "his" bust upward as if to emphasize his point and grinned.

"But enough about you, what do you want to know about me since that's what you care about," he said with a raised eyebrow "while you know my class and some of what I do have you pieced together who I am yet? Or do you need a hint?" He clearly considered this a game like he seemed to consider most things. This was a chance for her to earn some of his respect if she had figured something out.

Kazanari Rui-ling

"Ow!" Rui-ling reacted with surprise as his Servant cat-carried him over to the living room. "What the hell, Saber? It was just a joke!"

He hadn't even dressed himself yet, so he was still dressed in the silk pajamas that had been provided for them. A street rat like him would never worry about his appearance, but he was at least vaguely aware that wearing pajamas in the presence of more posh and civilized company was generally considered distasteful. Arrogant pricks.

No, he had to stop thinking like that. "Arrogant pricks" had given him everything he was currently enjoying (Saber and her command spells included), and it'd be "arrogant pricks" who would work with him to make sure they won the Holy Grail from the other dorms. A street rat he may be, but even street rats know how to pay their respects where they are due... of course that wouldn't stop him from digging his claws in viciously the moment just one of them gave him an excuse to start making their lives utter hell.

Oda Nobunaga

"To the contrary. The battle began the moment you summoned me. Your failure to comprehend this merely reflects your own ineptitude as a Master. Not to mention your complacency..." she muttered. "Does nothing move you? Do you have no drive? It sickens me to think I must serve such a slug of a countryman. A foreigner, no matter how useless, would have at least had something of value to discuss with me. Perhaps the arts or theatre..."

The annoyed animal noises coming from Assassin reached Archer's ears as less of a growl and more a lowly sort of whining. Call it selective hearing. Archer was none too pleased by it. "Does the dog have something it wishes to say?"

Malcolm

"Age does make fools of us all. The heavenly skill that you wield will not fade again, much to our relief." Malcolm said, a slight teasing edge to his voice. He really did mellow out, though he did not exactly change much otherwise. "It is God's will, Musashi. Not all of us can age well. As for our fellow competitors, it is a safe bet to say that many of them will not have a chance to age."

He stood up, his back still straight and strong.

"You are allowed to be cranky. Go forth, my friend. Let us see who we are to deal with in our battles."

—The Black Dog—

"You're loud. That's not always bad, but the shrill sound that comes from your snout lacks any meaning or melody. It's just noise, pollution of the air and poison to the ears. All the more annoying to sensitive and splendid ears like mine, which are meant to capture the quietest of disturbances, the most subtle of sounds. And I'm not allowed to bite your throat out to give this place some peace, so could you please lower the volume?" asks Assassin from underneath her cloak, violet eyes seeming somewhat irritated and bothered as they look into Nobunaga's own.

Sister Astrid

"On the contrary, this one and his kind are anything but emotionless... And once again, please refrain from wearing my form in such a manner.... copying my form is not myself displaying myself. I'm as modest as I can be, flawed as I am" says Astrid, a light line of irritation coming to her brow.

"And I rue the idea, but my first guess as to your identity would be the great wizard Merlin. Mostly based on initial appearance, the light tinge of demonic blood I feel within you and your capacity for shapeshifting"

Merlin

Merlin, still clad in Astrid's form, chuckled when she seemed to grow irritated with him. "Oh, the lady does feel emotion it seems," he said as he shifted forms into one more familiar to him, that of the King he once served, before speaking again. "Very good guess for a nun like you," Merlin complimented her "but I suppose I'm hard to miss. After all, I've got a few movies, books, TV shows, anime, video games, and even a Disney character." The smile on the face of his new form was genuine. It was a decent guess though he wasn't truly impressed yet.

"Modesty is overrated," Merlin noted "after all, how can you hope to live a fulfilled life if you don't accept and utilize all of your advantages?" Standing in Altria's body he offered a hand to the nun. "Merlin Ambrosius, the best Caster you'll ever have the pleasure of working with," he said with enough pride to drown the island "and the only man you'll ever need." The wizard winked at her in the King's body which looked odd for sure but he didn't much care. It was all about the reactions he got from his Master.

Lanceloy sighed. Truly, they had much to do to be able to work as a team.

This Archer in particular...well, she reminded him of those ambitious warlords who tried to oppose his King's rule.

Fools, the lot of them.

But, there was a matter of most importance right now.

"Pardon me, good comrades, I must go to Milady."

He was worried about her. A maiden such as her...he'd needto keep her safe.

He followed her to her chambers and knocked on the door.

"Milady?"

—Sister Astrid—

"Funny that you say those words while wearing the form of a teenage girl, Caster" says Astrid, not taking his hand and instead hugging herself lightly. Still, the hint of irritation from before seemed to have vanished and she let the lightest of smiles appear on her face "And I need a whole lot of people, Caster... but for a Servant, I'm sure you will be all I need"

"Though you shouldn't speak ill of humility. It allows you to be closer to others and truly find your limits and worth"

Assassin

In one solid motion quick as a flash, Assassin open his eyes, unsheathe his dagger, cut the tangled blanket to pieces, twist in an inhuman flip-jump, and lands with his weapon poised in the direction of his Master's mobile form.

Equally displeased his beauty sleep and displays of acrobatics is cut short and unobserved respectively, Assassin sullenly makes his way to the living room.

Izayoi

The clashing of the colorful personalities had already begun with a small verbal match between Assassin and Archer. "Assassin, how about we go out like I said?" the girl said, urging her Servant to break off the confrontation with the boisterous rider. Izayoi could already tell things were going to go further south if this conversation continued unimpeded.

The pajama'd Master's Servant walked on over between the Black Dog and Archer. "This is no time for us to bicker amongst ourselves!" she shouted, "We should be merrymaking, not trying to strangle each other out til our faces turn blue. At least until it's time to fight. Now, let's conserve our energy for the battlefield, hm?" she looked at Assassin then back to Nobunaga as if to say 'Right guys? Right?'

Merlin

"Humility is only useful if you need to keep up a pretense," Merlin said as let the blonde hair of the King that was so often held up flow free down "her" back. "Besides, relying on others too much is just as much of a vice wouldn't you say," he added as he looked out of a nearby window "though perhaps you just have to keep yourself in check or that demon will take you over." He turned to look at Astrid with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps you should give the me simple version of how you got a demon in your arm. He might be my second cousin twice removed or something you know," he said with a grin.

Ahriya nudged open her door, sullenly hugging her pilow to her face.

"You can come in... Close the door behind you..." She squeaked. Ahriya turned around and headed to her bed, which looked as if she had been hiding under its covers until just a moment ago.

Sitting herself down, she mumbled. "Sorry about that Lancer. I'll have your omlette in your second. Just give me a moment to calm down." This was not the way she had wanted her first impression to be for the other masters and servants. Her blush deepending again, Ahriya hid her face behind the pillow.

Assassin

Clutching his forehead, Assassin felt a disturbance in the ether- as if a thousand voices have cried out: "You missed an amusing scene you silly sleepyhead", and was suddenly silenced.

Resigned to his mind's whimsicality, he paid it no heed and instead plops himself down besides Kazanari.

"Taking in the scenery, I see." Assassin said,ogling appreciating the sights of so many fair maidens. Cocking his head in a quizzical at the apparently identical appearance of two girlish-looking knights - one must be the much vaunted member of class Saber, but the other?

Lancer entered the room and closed the door. She really was miserable wasn't she? This would not do at all. Twas a knight's duty to help anyone in need, and twas a gentleman's duty to make sure no lady is pained.

The knight sits next to his dear Master, and gently pats her on the head. "Milady, you hath done nothing wrong. Twas an honest mistake, born from thine own honest heart. I am sure none of our comrades think any less of thee. I for one still think you will do brilliantly in our battles together."

"Dry thine eyes, hold up thy head. Thou art my Master, and I am proud of thee."

edited 22nd Jun '14 8:42:48 PM by GrimHelm

Ahriya allowed herself a moment of comfort as Lancelot patte her head. She realized it was ill fitting for the future head of the Arath family to act in such a way but there was no one else to see anyway.

When Lancelot mentioned her tears, Ahriya protested. "I-I'm not crying!" She said as she wiped the tears onto her pillow. "I am Ahriya Arath, future head of the Arath family and Master of Lancer in this Holy Grail War. Its time for me to show my stuff!" Jumping out of bed, she gathered the rest of her effects. She picked up her handgun, a gift from a family friend, an slotted it into her holster. She straightened out her outfit in the mirror and headed out the door, announcing herself to those in the lobby.

"I-I am Ahriya Arath, master of Lancer. Greetings... Ummm, fellow masters and servants. It is a pleasure to be working with you."

—The Black Dog—

"Ah, a chance to slip away from the assault on my ears. Wonderful. Fear not, Swan Girl, for I had no intent of drawing blood" says the cloaked Servant as they rise to their feet in one quick motion, stepping onto the back of the couch before leaping to the floor near the door "Though if assaulted, of course, I'd be forced to defend myself"

"Regardless, glad to have met you all... we'll be going to explore the grounds a little. Come on Izayoi"

Sister Astrid

"No, sir. What you describe is false humility. True humility is no pretense. It is to know your limits, to value the worth of others. As for relying on others... no men or woman is an island. We all depends on one another for all sorts of thing. There is no shame in such, as long as you provide value to them as well"

Then Astrid looked down at her arm and lifted it lightly "I don't really keep myself in check... I did get this demon engraved on my arm because of it. Still, no reason not to be careful about it. Regardless... I got some sort of condition. Due to it, my superiors in the Church considered that a creature of evil like a demon could have its powers used to do good if joined with me. Thus, we slew Methul ever since I have used him to fight more evil and protect my fellow man"

Kazanari Rui-ling

"A man of wealth and taste, I see," Rui-ling responded to Assassin. "I was beginning to think I was the only one who could appreciate the view around here."

He wasn't gonna lie, there weren't many women here he wouldn't like to ogle to his heart's content. There was no shame in admitting that; after all, he was only human. Sister Astrid and Berserker's Master both had this "older sister" aura surrounding them, as well as... exceptional talent. Izayoi had gorgeous long blonde hair and blue eyes, as well as a shockingly sexy white boots and black thigh-highs combo. Lancer's Master had amazingly well-sculpted legs, and both of the Japanese Servants had a very wild look about them (although he was sorely disappointed he couldn't get a clearer picture of Archer's figure beneath all those poofy military clothes). His Servant in particular had this sort of otherworldly beauty to her that made her stand out against all of them, so admiring her good looks wasn't so much perving as it was appreciating fine art, he told himself.

However, he thought to himself, I still don't have any idea what she looks like beneath that armor.

That frustrated him. Paying close mind to keep the mental link between him and Saber shut tight (real magic was new and strange, but adapting to it wasn't hard for someone who had faked it convincingly for almost thirteen years), he wondered what Saber looked like beneath her metal shell. And more importantly, how he could sneak a peek at her when she wasn't wearing it.

"Eheheheheh~..."

Oda Nobunaga

Archer snorted. "Run along and play, little doggy. The humans have business to discuss."

edited 22nd Jun '14 10:06:43 PM by KSPAM