Hanging Gardens
Carl crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Oh pfft. Right. I'm da fuckin' sicko. You know, yeah, I'm da one proposin' marriage to da fuckin' person I met, what, couple days ago at da most? Jus' sayin' we could, ya know, be usin' our time better?" Carl walked up closer to James. "A course, maybe I could make exception heah. Waste some time beatin' the shit outta ya?" He turned to Semiramis. "You, Semi," He pronounced it as in truck, "you got an arena heah we could beat the fuck outta eachotha in? No magic or anything, dis guy's faggot face jus' looks too nice."
Mary Maxwell — Hanging Gardens
"There's a method in madness." she closed her eyes, sighed, then looked back to Carl with an ear-to-ear grin. He was just so much fun. "You're aware of arranged marriages, yes? It's a not-so-ancient tradition. What you said implied that not only am I sick, but your ancestors as well... my, you may be a genius yet."
After a light chuckled Mary turned her head to look at Flat, "I said what I meant. Wrap your head around it. I'm sure even you can do it with a little effort."
Elizabeth Báthory- FUS RO DAH!... Well.. Just Fus...
Elizabeth could help but smile up to her Master. Minus the fact that her face kept getting a brighter shade of red.
And then a twitch came to her eye.
Was she just insulted by that...
PIG?!
A low growl came to her as she got up. She looked over to Carl, her head held high as she looked over to him. “ Excuse me for a second Master. My honor was just stained by him.”
She walked over and looked at Carl. She just glared at him and shouted, “ QUIET! ”
But that was no normal scream. It was enough to push someone over with. Her voice also became loud and deafening. A woman her size couldn't possibly do that? What did she just do?
“ I will not sit idly by as you mock my master and myself. We are allies, not enemies, but you are treading a very fine line. So.. be polite and treat all your teammates with the respect they deserve. Thank you.”
And with that, she walked over and sat next to Mary, her tail twitching in an agitated way.
Spartans! Let's Start this! Show these petty officers who's the hardest!Jennifer Brooks
"Look, we're not getting anywhere. Can we at least try to get along?"
Diomedes, King of Argos
This could be difficult. Some of the Servants, and Masters as well, were quite eager to begin fighting. "Well, there is no use wasting time if you all are dead set on beginning. While I would love to begin scouting, I don't think it wise to go alone. I have no Anti-Army Phantasms, and who knows what sort of powers the enemy may have."
Read all of my fanfics!Canaan, Garden
Heretics. Without the Lord's guidance, they turned onto each other within minutes. This simply reaffirms her belief that they're in desperate need of His direction. For what it's worth, she knew how to read the tension in the air, and it's starting to heat up toward hostility. In an exasperated manner,
"Can we please not turn on each other within the hour of our meetings? We still have a Grail to win, after all. Ms. Maxwell, please stop baiting our allies. Mr. Rider, please stop insulting our allies. Ms. Lancer, Mr. Carl, the slight was paid in full, yes? Maybe it is time to moves on past it? Mr. Flat...uh, um. Mr. Flat. You- uh, your Servant have been an excellent host thus far. Thank you."
Canaan speaks in a tone of perceived authority, owing to her undeserved position within the Church. Whether it goes over well with so many strong personalities and former rulers remains to be seen.
Hanging Gardens
"A simple plea that requires complex effort, Master. There are only a few here deserving of respect." Rider harrumphed, twirling his moustache elegantly in the process.
"And as for you, little miss, I would advise you to avoid speaking as if you are in a position of strength over us." James looked down at Canaan, clearly disapproving of her words.
Canaan, Garden
Godd- no , one does not invoke the name of the Lord in vain. Bad Canaan, bad!
"I assure you, my position in this is no more than that of a mediator. Nevertheless, my point stands. I seek a miracle, and I'd assume that so do all of you. It would be foolish to squander our chances at winning the War on such minor squabbles."
Hanging Gardens
"Ah, now that is much more reasonable. Yes, I suppose I can cooperate more, if it means restoring order to this chaotic situation. We are fighting under one banner, after all."
James rubbed his chin, clearly thinking about their circumstances.
"In fact, it is hardly possible for us to lose unless we were to turn on each other. Why snatch defeat from the jaws of victory? It would be risking our hearts' desires over mere incompatibility."
Cain - Hanging Gardens
Heaven above he was sick of this constant bickering and increasingly obnoxious infighting. Cain, having eaten his fill by now, stood. "I don't know if you all want to sit here and bitch about how humanity has gone downhill, who has the bigger Noble Phantasm, or whatever other pointless discussion you want to have" he said "but there are, somewhere out there, seven Servants and Masters who want our heads so they can make a wish. We all have reasons for wanting to fight, I know I do, but this moping about gets us nothing but wasted time. Perhaps it is time we leave this place and channel this pent up frustration you all seem to harbor toward something productive like killing our opponents instead of each other."
That felt rather relieving to say. Cain was no leader and he certainly possessed no skill in rhetoric but sometimes the blunt truth would work. After all, there indeed were people somewhere out there looking to kill them. "Caster, is there a way back down to the ground from in here" he asked looking at Semiramis.
I, for one, welcome our new Basketball Z overlords. All hail The Generation of Miracles! (Aomine is the best though)Shapur, Warehouses
Shapur proposes a counterargument to Holmes' idea.
"While you may be the most inconspicuous of all us servants and even Masters, I believe a better plan would be for you to act as an observer or researcher; as you have already demonstrated your obvious ability to correctly and quickly identify figures of historical note. While I am not saying that I doubt your abilities as an Assassin, It is simply my opinion that your vast intellect is a far greater weapon than your stealth. And for one thing, what self-respecting tactician would not find a way to use the tools at his disposal in all of their possible methods?"
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Shameless Self-promotion ho!Canaan, Garden.
"Certainly, I knew reason would get through to you, Mr. Rider!" Maybe there's hope after all? Canaan turns toward her Berserker, a radiant, triumphant smile on her face.
Canaan waits in anticipation to the reaction of the others she admonished, positively radiating righteous self-satisfaction.
Cain - Hangin' Gardens
"I am no one's keeper nor is anyone mine but because my wish depends on you I have to say something" Cain replied with the utmost of simplicity. "I don't entend to lead you all nor would you want me to should I offer like a fool, I simply want action over words" he looked around "surrounded by heroes who got things done in life I assume you would appriciate action beyond the grave as well".
I, for one, welcome our new Basketball Z overlords. All hail The Generation of Miracles! (Aomine is the best though)Canaan, Garden
Completely unrepentant, Canaan replies.
"It's right and just to be pleased with doing the Lord's work in promotion of peace amongst equals, my dear Lord Impaler."
The sense of smug self-satisfaction seems to only grow. A certain corner of her mind briefly braces for being knocked down a peg.
"And I could," through I never thought I would ever say this ", very much agree with Mr. Cain. Truly, you must have found the redemption that the Lord sends you away to quest for in Land of Nod?"
Admittedly, Canaan wasn't as well-versed in the various legends of the Servants as the other Masters. She is reasonably certain, however, that the Lord banished Cain for his sin and grant him immortality that he may eventually redeem himself in His eyes. Maybe.
Semiramis
"With as many talents as I have that is but natural, my Master~ Worry not, for I accept your love" says Semiramis in a pleased, only slightly imperious tone as she ruffles his hair.
"As for the request, I could craft any kind of weapon you'd like an enchant it appropriately... but to harm a Servant... that goes a little beyond what a simple crafted artifact can make. I'm not a legendary smith, so I cannot craft weapons that can severely harm a Servant like our magics an Noble Phantasms can... My specialty is poison, and thus I can create some to affect even Servants"
Semiramis nodded cordially to Elizabeth, though she took good note of her reaction to being touched in the tail.
Then she heard Mary's remark about her and Flat... and while there was but a hint of truth in her words, her intent was less to her liking. She ruffled Flat's hair once again, wrapping one arm in an embrace around his neck as she said "Please, Miss. In the interest of helping our team efforts I'd recommend not taking shots at one who has just tried to be supportive of us all"
"I agree with those speaking for union... what we stand to gain is much greater than the petty squabbles we have right now. I can guide you right now to the way out of the Gardens. I'd recommend everyone carefully goes to their previous living arrangements, talk to their Servants and inform me when they have acquired whatever means they wish to move into Gardens should you choose to change your residence to my palace. I'll provide a means to communicate with me or my servants so that you may be transported back whenever you desire to"
R.E.D. Base
"To attack now would be a fool's game," Phil said. "We have not even prepared. What do we have? One building which becomes far less useful should a single opponent discover it? We require outposts. We require lines of communication," she pointed at the phones Simon had put down on the table, "and supply chains. We require information. And most importantly, we require coordination. The Persian is right, we do not have much at the moment, so we must utilize what little we have to the fullest. Knowing how to combine our arms, we may overcome any foe."
"And what of our Caster? Have any of you considered he might be of use? Locating him should be a great priority, lest we squander a precious resource."
Flat Eskardos, Hanging Gardens
Flat, still confused but happy like a puppy, delegated himself to Caster's affections. Whatever Lancer's Master had meant, he didn't really care. He was happy where he was, thank you very much.
At the sign of the other Masters getting ready to depart, Flat began to feel excited, and a little relieved. Meeting them had been nice and all, but most of them turned out to be very unpleasant in retrospect. Nowhere near as nice as Caster, anyway. And now that they were all leaving, he could finally have some time to relax and have fun in the Gardens with his Servant all to himself. He'd barely touched the surface of the Garden's temptations, and he wanted to see more.
With the way things had gone so far? He hoped this Grail War would never end~
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I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialHanging Gardens
Carl held his hands up in mock horror at the sudden backlash from... Basically everyone. "Woahhh, watch out guys! Don't emptily threaten me into submission by sayin' I'm fat an' ugly!" Carl nodded to Cain. "I agree wit Cain over dere, we oughta be on da ground wrecking motherfuckers." Carl glared at the other Masters. "You guys talk all 'bout all dis power an' righteousness and shit, but I'm pretty sure Matilda an' Semi are da only people dat actually showed off at all. I mean, if I had to actually contribute, I'd say we search around for any big flareups of Mana that'd be similar to a summonin'. Even if da Command Seals actually supply most of da mana all dat magic'd be pretty easily spotted a mile or two up. I say let's go to an observation deck an' start lookin' fer mana an' leylines!"
RED Base
"I agree, a Caster would be especially useful..." Sherlock mused, "I also had a recommendation for the tunnels; could we perhaps extend into the sewers under the city? Our electric friend here would be given a massive advantage even if there is little water in the tunnels; a mere ankle-deep water level throughout the entire complex would be sufficient to set a perfect trap. Cally simply electrifies the water and fries anyone unlucky enough to be caught in it. We lure a Master or one of the more delicate Servants—this would work as it is magically-generated lightning—into the tunnels, and they are good as dead. Now, Cally, one other question: are you able to protect others from lightning? Perhaps craft an insulating talisman?"
Odysseus
"Master, I do belive they grow tired of your musings. Perhaps if you do not want any insults directed at you, refrain from speaking before you think."
Walter
"Well, the caster could put his temple, workshop, or whichever here. But the sewers are a different story. What if we find drains, or openings to the surface, then take control of the nearest empty building?" It was worth a shot, he thought.
UhELECTRIC Cally
"Correct! All very correct! The question is, why do we need to bring the logistics up? We can decide that here and now!"
Cally glanced at Holmes with a huge grin.
"And to our illustrious detective, the answer is no. I can only protect myself against my electricity, though that is merely my body's natural resistance! Indeed, I could dance on top of a skyscraper in the middle of a storm and be unhurt by the lightning strikes upon my flesh!"
Matilda — Hanging Gardens
The maiden began to recall her life of sacrifice as they talked of battle again. The emotions that overtook her during each conflict. Determination to never be defeated, the rage at the enemy for defiance and the pride that came with the glory of victory. Truly it was a prize like no other but it came at the cost of so many lives. This caused her to ask herself; what is a life worth? It is a necessity, a stepping stone when you fight against another. You must crush their dreams to go higher.
"Hah." she smiled to herself as she continued her journey through her own mind. "Sister Astrid," Matilda said, "We shall leave now." Matilda cast her gaze now to Cain and his Master.
"May you two accompany us?" afterward she looked to Canaan and Dracula. "We will need more brawn that what my own sword can offer. Berserker and Sister Canaan, please accompany us as well." Saber bowed to the four of them as she made her last request.
Mary Maxwell — Hanging Gardens
Mary shook her head as Matilda asked the others to follow after her into battle. It wasn't that she was afraid to die, it was just that she felt it wasn't her time to go out to fight. There was a time and place. Now wasn't it. "Lancer," Mary placed a hand to her chin in thought. "What do you want to do?"
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Hanging Gardens
"I know not why this production which your nephew so regularly attends should have such an oddly named character, though I suspect it was written by foreigners." James said dismissively.
"And I must say, this splendid garden is a very gay place. A multitude of delights do surround us, and I am surprised you are not one for it. Well, I do suppose you would not appreciate such things. An uncouth man such as yourself would not know what to do with life's pleasures without the education you so obviously lack. When this is over, I highly suggest you wish for a scholarship. The Lord knows that you would probably squander His miracle on some inane trinket, though."
James merely brushed off the comment, not understanding that Carl had tried to insult him. He could hardly distinguish the tone of the man's voice from the squealing of pigs, after all.
"And Ms. Maxwell, I do suppose I am unnatural. After all, I am a Heroic Spirit. This status is a well-deserved reward for my excellence in life. It is a privilege that I gladly accept." He said proudly, completely missing the point of her statement.