Morgan le Fay - Caster of Violet
"You think this," the woman asks, hands gesticulating at the surroundings, "will work? You are a fool then. I am Queen Morgan le Fay, sister of Arthur Pendragon, and I will not abide this filth! Surely one of our allies must have lodgings better suited towards one of my stature." Then, eyes narrowing she jabs one end of the staff into her Master's chest, not hard enough to hurt or even to knock him down, but certainly enough to be uncomfortable, asking, "And what kind of magus are you to accept living in such squalor?"
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?Russus Manor - Saber of Violet
Beowulf frowns, taking a step forward. "Yes, I am. Is this so surprising? My appearance may not be what was anticipated," she says, "but my deeds will surely make up for it."
She tilts her head, examining her new Master with a critical eye.
"If you would prefer a Servant boasting of brawn, then I will disguise myself. In life, I was accustomed to it - and I suppose death shall be much the same."
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOISeedy Inn - Adrian Harker
Adrian doesn't budge. He's indignant, sure, but he's not gonna get bossed around by his own Servant fifteen seconds afterward.
"Look, I dislike this place as much as you do. And I really wish I could afford a much better hotel."
He flexes his right hand, the pain of his Command Spells having mostly subsided now. "But until one of the other Violet Masters offers lodging, this will have to do."
Team Red Wolf of Team Violet
Aeliana smiled back at her Servant's words. "You're in luck then. We live in an age where people are defined by their actions." It wasn't really clear whether or not Aeliana was trying to be encouraging or challenging Beowulf to prove herself. It did however seem that she was satified. For now.
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Aisha Hassei - Shielder of Violet
Shielder followed Aisha through her house, nodding tacitly at each point of the plan. The amount of work the Hassei family put into this war was undoubtedly impressive. It was a collection of smoke and mirrors enough to make Tezcatlipoca proud. Misdirections, skillfully crafted bounded fields.
And they created her as well for her goals. It was certainly unnatural, but that was not about to sway Shielder's affection for her Master.
She was someone easily swayed by another looking pitiful and crying.
"Since this war is for the sake of the Grail, Master, what will you do when you acquire it? What are your intentions For life afterward?"
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"Russus Manor - Saber of Violet
Beowulf nods. This was acceptable. To prove herself through her actions - that would be no burden to a hero such as her. In truth, this was a fortunate event. She does not believe she would be so compatible with a passive Master, merely accepting her Servant's strength as a matter of course. No, the Master of Saber must be one willing to take their fate into their own hands, one who will not accept defeat even as the grim hand of death rushes to claim them.
"Then, Master," she states, "You will not be disappointed."
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIMorgan le Fay - Caster of Violet
Narrowing her eyes, Morgan replied acidly, "Then we shall simply have to seek them out so they may offer us proper lodgings." With an imperious turn of her head, she turned and strode towards the door, pausing for but a moment to look over a shoulder and crook a finger towards her Master, clearly expecting him to follow her.
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?Seedy Inn - Adrian Harker
"..."
The urge to use a Command Spell here and now flickered in his mind. But Adrian knows better; a command had to be specific in order to have any real bearing, so he couldn't assert authority over her with a "do everything I say" order. And even if he did say a specific command right now - especially just after summoning a Heroic Spirit - it would just ruin whatever diplomacy, if any, he would have with this Servant.
"...Ugh." Without any real choice, he quickly puts on his coat and a few other belts, then follows his Servant. He asks himself if he should tell her to at least dematerialize, just so the stray muggles staying at the inn wouldn't get the wrong idea - but, hey, any form of payback is nice.
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June 25th- Noon. Alba's Penthouse Apartment
The girl finished with her preparations. She had laid out the summoning circle inside her study, asking a local butcher for some pigs' blood was difficult. She didn't know Italian, and even then- they didn't know what black pudding was.
Eventually she managed to buy it- and now it would pay off. She would summon a Servant for this 'Grail War'. It sounded prestigious enough. Her family spoke highly of it when they were still alive. But Alba didn't know what she wanted. She figured she would know by the end of it.
As she finished painting the last symbol with a delicate wave of her fingers- she placed a small shard in the center. She was not sure what it was- but according to the family archives, it was a fragment of some legendary item. A catalyst, it was believed. Now she would see whether it was right.
As she began to summon this servant...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postRussus Manor
"Good, I'll be expecting great things Saber." she replied. "Oh! And before I forget, my name is Aeliana Russus. It wouldn't do for you to not know your Master." With that she turned around, and began to head out of the room continuing to talk as she went. She was fully expecting Saber to follow. "So...Saber, now that you're back in the world of the living is there anything in particular you'd like to do?"
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PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Aisha Hassei - Aisha's House
"Once we win the war then there is a portion of my mind sealed with instructions on the wish my family wishes to have granted. If that fails, then I can contact my family instantly via a peculiar spell... after I do so, they should be able to look through my eyes and speak through my mouth the wish of the Hassei properly" says Aisha, smiling lightly and proudly about it.
"As for what happens after we win... Well, I haven't thought much of it. I was born for this battle... perhaps..." a particular image comes to mind from one of her pasts lives "A... pat on the head? If there is no other use for me... perhaps retirement? Golf? My education hints that when people retire they tend to play golf"
National Roman Museum
"Artemis... hmmm," Sam contemplated his new Servant's question for a couple moments, "Well, I don't know if she's the same as your Artemis from the Age of the Gods, but there was a deity in Roman society named Diana who was widely believed to be literally the same goddess. It so happens that the oldest surviving statue here in Rome is a splendid one of Diana, at the site of her former temple. We should certainly have enough time to go there after a couple things are sorted out."
He crouched briefly to clasp his large briefcase shut, and hoisted it with an arm, beginning to lead the way out of the museum. "What sort of offering are you planning to make? I'll see about getting something along the way."
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GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.Archer of Violet - National Roman Museum
"Ah that is the very same, mine Goddess. She always loved to have many names" says Atalanta, ears perking up at the mention of an ancient statue of Artemis herself "Hmmm offering... my first hunt in the city would be good. Perhaps first arrow as well. I don't have anything good to offer since I was just summoned... I planned to make my prayers and then promise a fine gift for her favor"
Berserker - Gallois Mansion
Fire. The first thing Arsene noticed was fire. The acrid smell of sulfur permeated the air. All at once, crackling flames burst from the circle. A throaty rasp of rage shrieked from the depths of the inferno. It subsided, quieted, as a presence within the circle noticed the human in the room. A voice, dissonant and ringing, thundered: "You there... Magus. Are you to become my Master?"
A distorted shadow coalesced within the blaze as it reared ever higher, all signs indicating that the Gallois magus had instead summoned a monstrous demon, that he was now subject to a Faustian bargain.
Fate, it seemed, held cruel tricks for those that blasphemed. Arsene Gallois desired a great holy Servant, one whose might and devotion would serve him in this War... and so he sought a grisly instrument of summoning. Nothing less than the defiled and ransacked bones of a Pope. What cruel irony it was, then, that the Master would summon the most horrific of Servants, a warrior vilified in history by the same people Gallois sought to impress - Berserker!
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Apollo, in a bathroom
Theseus's complaints fell upon deaf ears. "H-hold on," Apollo croaked, eyes alight with surprise and adoration. "Theseus. The Theseus of Athens, founder of Pankration?" For a moment, Apollo forgot that the two of them were in a dank bathroom, that a Grail War would soon rage, or that the stakes would exponentially rise. All of that was second fiddle to the fact that he stood in the presence of, not any living legend, but the man that nearly the entirety of the Hadjatos line paid homage to.
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Aisha Hassei - Shielder of Violet
"If there is no other use for you, I suggest you find one for yourself, of your own accord, dear Master." Shielder replied, in a somewhat stern voice. "After the war you will be your own woman, I suggest you begin thinking of something to do with yourself."
And now the Servant was lecturing the Master. She appeared to have experience with how to lecture others on how to work when she was gone.
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"National Roman Museum
"Oh." Sam blinked and then shrugged. Apparently appeasing the ancient gods wasn't as complicated as he'd thought. No burned sacrificial animals or anything! "In that case, there shouldn't be any difficulties at all."
He pivoted the continue walking, but then turned back again and extended a hand. "Ah, I almost forgot! I'm Samuel C. Paterson, your new Master!"
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GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire."Yes, yes, founding of 'wrestling' as it is called now, the great Olympic sport..." Theseus's eye twitched as the Grail fed him more information. "No... longer... an Olympic sport?" He ground his teeth. "Surely this is a mocking nightmare the Grail has conjured me in to."
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!Aisha Hassei - Aisha's House
"Hmmg... well that is a question for afterwards, Shielder" says Aisha somewhat defensively "It's not like I'm going to be put on a closet to gather dust until the next Grail War... Right now, what I'm most focused and excited about is bringing victory to my family" she says with selfless devotion and bright longing.
Atalanta - Leaving the National Roman Museum
"So long as the offering is meaningful that is what matters, mine Master. The head of mine enemies should be a worthy prize to offer my patron" says Atalanta walking with grace and a somewhat... wild strut to her step, like the confident gait of a stalking leopard until they got to the door of the museum where she took hold and in a tight grip held the hand of Samuel before vanishing into Spirit mode "As you know, I'm Atalanta... your Servant in title at least"
Russus Manor - Saber of Violet
Her expectations were exceeded. As it so happens, Beowulf did not care to stand around in a magus's basement by her lonesome - so, of course, she follows her Master, taking a moment to ponder Aeliana's question as she walks.
"Have you heard tales of the mead-hall called Heorot, Aeliana? Though it was not of the Geats, I hold it dear to my heart still. I would like to see if there are any ale-houses or taverns here able to match the warmth of its hearth, the good-company that resided in its hallowed halls."
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIVia d'Azegilo
"In title? No, that won't do at all." As the side door slammed shut and locked itself behind him, Sam stopped dead in his tracks and regarded the space where he knew Atalanta to be with a cold stare. "I will not mistreat you, Archer. I will even be kind to you and indulge your whims. But Heroic Spirit though you may be, you agreed in answering the call of the Holy Grail that you would obey my reason."
He held up the back of his balled hand, the symbols emblazoned there shining like a crimson beacon in the poorly-lit side street as he flowed prana through them to demonstrate. "These Command Seals are the proof of that pact, and I would bid you remember that they are not just for show, my Servant."
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GM: AGOG S4 & F/WC RP; Co-GM: TABA, SOTR, UUA RP; Sub-GM: TTS RP. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.Russus Manor,
"So you want to go to pub? I should have expected. If that's the case I can arrange for transportation. Though I doubt you'll find one as great as your mead hall." With a shrug she continued out to the hallway.
Despite the size of the manor it had few actual servants in it. For the most part they had been evacuated for the Holy Grail War. It'd be bad business to let the family employee's get killed.
Aeliana pulled a small bell from her pocket and rang it. As if from out of the Aether itself a man appeared, tall lanky, and grim looking. Yet somehow very well groomed. There wasn't a single imperfection in his slicked back, black hair, and his tux, neat to the point of looking like display peice. It all created an...interesting contrast to say this least.
Briefly he caught Saber's eye. He seemed undaunted by her presence. His gaze never left hers as he sized her up, almost silently appraising her. This didn't last long for he soon turned his attention back to Aeliana.
He didn't speak but waited standing still as a statue. Aeliana did speak tough, and with a surprising amount of authority for girl as small as her. "Alfonso, prepare transportation. Me and my new friend are going to Abbey Theatre."
"Right away madame." Alfonso's voice was how you'd expect. It was slow almost monotone drone. Yet the sound of it carried a certain weight, one that can only come with age. Almost as soon as he was finished talking he was gone again.
When the duo reached the main gate there was already a car waiting for them. Wasn't a limo but it was definitely no beater either. "I'd normally travel in better conditions but we want to remain inconspicuous for now." she said as she got into the backseat of the car inviting Saber in.
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Via d'Azeglio, Archer of Violet
As Samn uttered such words, suddenly something would occur. Since the moment of the summoning he had felt the connection with his Servant... the bond through which his prana flowed into her, feeding her existence on this plane.
Suddenly, the flow was cut. His prana was given nowhere to go... like a pipe that is closed shut, a door closing. It was still there... but there was no feedback, no sense of it arriving anywhere. No sense of it reaching Archer.
What's more... in Spirit Form Archer was intangible, invisible... and without the feedback of the bond, Sam would suddenly feel as if he was standing alone... no longer feeling the presence of Atalanta. She could be there, or could be gone.
It would take minutes... but eventually, Atalanta's voice would ring around him as if coming from nowhere "There are Servants that relish the position of servitude. Underlings and followers in life, such a path is not an unworthy one. I am not such a spirit. I was born free and lived free... I cut the head of hundreds of men who wished to claim me for their own. It took my Oath and a Goddess' magic for me to settle... and even then, I did it cause I was happy.
"I have never followed someone that was my lesser. No kings, no men, no heroes"
Bathroom of the Gods
Theseus drew his sword and held it high. "Worry not, young Master! We shall win this War! Our allies shall be strong, and our powers shall be vast! Tell me, where are the other Masters of Violet?"
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!

Russus Manor, Basement
The summoning was a success! She didn't even mind the pain as her Command Spell burnt itself into her hand. She almost cherished the feeling, as if it was proof of this small victory.
But something was off. What appeared before her certainly gave off the air one would expect of a legendary hero. However, it wasn't quite what she was expecting. A small girl, claming to be Beowulf, the Beowulf.
"Y-you're my Servant?" she said with an incredulous look, wondering exactly what she did wrong.
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