The Lourve Loo
Theseus eyed his Master. "Yes..." he said. "Violet. Purple. Lavender. Plum. Lilac. Mauve. Amethyst. Mulberry. Do you... do you not know this concept?"
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!The Dick Well
Theseus shook his head. "What? No. We are of Violet. I am the Assassin of Violet. The seventh of eight. We must unite with the other Masters and Servants of Violet in order to triumph against the eight adversaries. It is the Grail War, and we shall be the winning side."
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!Arsene Gallois - Master of Berserker of Violet
Standing steadfast before the raging inferno surrounding Berserker, the magus replied, "I am indeed your Master, are you prepared to seek with me the Holy Grail?" Inwardly he cursed, this was not part of the plan, he was supposed to summon some great holy knight and instead got some flame wreathed figure he didn't even know.
Morgan le Fay - Caster of Violet
As they strode through the inn on the way to the door, Caster looked through the information the Grail had given her analyzing what people would expect a woman like her to wear in this time period, and with a quick glance around to ensure none but her Master were watching, she wove a glamour about herself, concealing her appearance. Now she would appear to be dressed not in a regal black gown and golden crown, but in a simple white sundress with a circlet around her head as they walked the streets of Rome.
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?Aisha Hassei - Shielder of Violet
Shielder covered her hand with her mouth to hide a smile. Such innocence...
Quickly putting on a neutral expression and lowering her mouth, Shielder began to talk once more. "Now, I will require something from you in addition to the prana I talked about before... I will need some commoner's clothes. During my life... well let us say I never experienced this Italia, and whatever its lands may offer. I wish to walk down the streets, even if it may be as a commoner instead of a God-Queen."
It was a rather innocent proposal, but there was also the fact that she still possessed a very high level of Divinity. That might draw some eyes, or unwitting stares.
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"Aisha Hassei - Aisha's House
"That may be complicated... Shielder, even if you dress in normal clothes... I have the impression you'll stand out a bit on a crowd" says Aisha, looking over at Shielder, tilting her head at the hidden smile "If we were to do that you'd have to really hide your nature of a Servant and prana consumption"
"Hmmm... I understand wanting to recognize the terrain... and perhaps get a look at life in Italia" says Aisha... after all, behind all the walls of her duty she was a creature born not to long ago into this world... the world and its wonders did hold some appeal to her "If we do go out, it has to serve a good purpose. I'll ask Sheila and Mariam to bring us some maps of the city. Then we can plan out the most important places to scout out and that would give you the best impression of the city"
Aisha Hassei - Shielder of Violet
Shielder nodded a bit solemnly. "That's correct.. I could limit my prana consumption and disguise my nature a bit, but that would only really work against regular people. Other Magi and their Servants would no doubt find my location easy to pin-point unless I really tried. And try I will!"
Her last word was punctuated with a hint of resolution in her voice and a child-like sparkle in her eyes. "Of course, the easiest way for us to be able to walk through the city would be as 'tourists', or that's what the Grail is telling me anyway. People who voyage for pleasure, gaudy, standing out, awkward. Apparently Rome is rife with them."
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"Via d'Azegilo
As Atalanta stopped accepting his prana, and even in the minutes that stretched on before she made herself known again, Sam merely crossed his arms, and his slight frown only remained as she spoke. Surely she was trying to intimidate him with this show, but either Sam had a very good poker face or the Heroic Spirit very clearly wasn't moving him.
"Well, you know, Archer," he retorted dryly after she'd finished saying her piece, "They say there's a first time for everything. And for you, that time is now." Inwardly, he seethed a little at the insinuation that he was lesser than a ghostly copy of an ancient demihuman.
"But to start with, you have the wrong idea," he continued, shoving a hand into his pocket, "From the beginning, I have had no intention of restricting your freedom at all, except so far as battles, executions of plans, and engagements with the enemy are concerned. When we are at leisure, you may do whatever you wish, but how can I trust you to have my back in times of crisis or strife if you do not even call me Master and I cannot be sure that you will follow my orders?"
edited 1st May '15 4:00:56 AM by darksidevoid
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.Berserker - Nice House
"...Yes," the Berserker hissed. The fire shrank and withdrew in response to the Servant's affirmation of the contract. Prana and flames coalesced, coiling tightly in a vague human form. It held for a brief moment, pulsing dangerously, before washing away, revealing a large, well-built man. The weathered warrior seemed... a thug, disappointingly enough. His battered armor seemed every bit a veteran as the man was, beaten and dented. His torn cape muffled the sound of heavy footfalls as he loosely swaggered from the circle towards his Master. "Berserker stands beside you," the Servant rumbled, a dissonant, almost inhuman tinge to his voice.
Apollo - Bathroom
This wasn't in the notes. None of this was. Apollo was about to ask more but an angry rattling at the door interrupted him. Sharp, muffled Italian floated through the door. Although he did not exactly know the language, the meaning behind the words were clear.
You're done, get out!
"We should talk later." Apollo crouched low, hastily stuffing the summoning reagants and diagrams, which were haphazardly placed all around the bathroom, back into his pack.
Outside Seedy Inn - Adrian Harker
Well, that solves that problem, Adrian thinks as he watches Caster's garb transform before his eyes. As they head out of the inn - which Adrian finds he barely misses, despite all his work in setting up that little Bounded Field - he figures that now is as good a time as ever for a little briefing.
“You know where you’re going - Morgan le Fay?" Of course he didn't forget his Servant's name, nor was he as big an idiot to do so; it's just taking a while for him to process that he ended up summoning someone closer to a standard villainness than an expected king.
edited 1st May '15 11:17:43 PM by foxmccloud4387
"Yes, yes, of course," Theseus said. "Where shall we go? I understand you might have needed to expend prana here, at a... ley line, or something, or even just away from your base, in case an opposing Master sensed the summoning, but... you do have a base, right?"
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!Aisha Hassei - Aisha's House
"Indeed... when we do go out, that shall be our look" says Aisha nodding her head "Tourists will be a good cover for us once we have a destination to scout out"
"And if you restrict you mana flow and I try to hold back as well, they'd have to be very close to notice us... so I don't think it will be a big problem. Rome is a big place"
"Ah... and also... I should know of your skills... your name and capabilities, Shielder"
Archer of Violet - Via d'Azeglio
"There it is again... The need to control. Of acknowledgement. Thus is most unappealing I must say..." says Atalanta, materializing once again, laying down face down on the roof of a nearby building, looking down Sam while holding her cheek in one open palm.
"Men seem prone to such madness. I never understood it and never cared for it. And yet time after time, they came seeking it of me..." says Atalanta, sitting up on her perch, materializing another Golden Apple, to throw up and then catch before taking a good bite of it "It took my Oath and a Goddess magic for me to settle... and only that because I was happy. The apples were quite tasty" she adds with a big smile.
"You seem to want a puppet so thou clothe me a puppets suit" says Atalanta, looking at her extended hand "It is a nice suit... and yet it itches and presses a bit. But it is not the suit that makes me what I am... and not the suit that will protect thou from what is coming... that may win the prize in this race. And for all thou clothe me in it... it comes with only three strings to pull"
"Thou demand respect, and yet thou have not earned it... it wasn't even thy power or thy design that made this suit, that managed to reach and call me to this land. I don't even need thy power to make this suit stand. Thou claim to allow me freedom, when it isn't yours to give or take in the first place"
"And most puzzlingly of all... thou seem to worry that if thou don't have a tight leash on me, that if I don't bow to thee, thou will be in most danger when it is just the opposite. For an arrow could shatter thy skull and make thy whole head explode before thou even know it was coming... And if I have to wait for you to order me to defend thou from it I'll never make it. I can look into the future but I can't alter the past" claims Atalanta, taking another big bite that finally ends the Golden Apple.
"This is a game... a race. A battle. A war. I know those. And I like to win" says Atalanta next dropping from the building with a big smile "I know the rules of it and those involve thou. If thou are to be protected, then I plan on keeping thou safe. For that, at least, you can rest assured. I never had a lord, a king, a ruler, so the concept of protecting one who lords about you being unpleasant is rather foreign to me... enough to perhaps confuse me in battle when it comes to it. Now... of games I know plenty. And if keeping thou alive is the rules of this one, then that I can understand. It would be rather frustrating and distressful to have an enemy claim thy head if for that alone so far..."
"Strategies can fall to thou, certainly and I always intended it to be that way... thou know this era, this ritual, this city and the people on the other team pulling the strings better than I do. When it comes to this battlefield, I'll want to reference thou a lot. If the rules of the game says thou are leader of this tag team, then I'm willing to play along with it so far as its comfortable"
"But don't thou dare try to claim me as if I was a slave, Samuel C. Patterson. I killed far too many who would try to make such a claim" finally declares Atalanta... an aura of menace surrounding her even as she stands the same as she did before... For indeed, she is a thing of the wilds. Like a proud animal, who never knew the rule of society, lords and kings... even the first submission of children to a parent and who only answered to Gods themselves.
"I took thy hand once already... but it seems like we didn't have an agreement at that time. Will thou take it once more?" asks Atalanta, letting the aura fade as she extends her hand once more.
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Via d'Azeglio
"Mmmph."
Sam's face and poise had continued to remain impassive as the golden-haired woman went on at length, but as she extended her hand, his countenance at last cracked as he threw back his head and-
"Pffft! Ahahahahahaha!" began laughing uproariously. "Never understood indeed!" the magus gasped out breathlessly as he wrestled his lungs back into control, "I - ihihihi- I see now. We've been just talking past each other this entire time, haven't we?"
"Well," he concluded, a huge grin splitting his face as he reached to give Atalanta's hand a shake as firm as the one she'd imparted beforehand, "I'll accept that offer gladly, Archer, since it was the kind of arrangement I thought I was implying to you in the first place. I suppose you wouldn't know it yet, but we live now in a much more enlightened age than the one you departed from. Welcome to the 21st Century! Heh."
edited 1st May '15 4:40:15 PM by darksidevoid
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.Aisha Hassei - Shielder of Violet
"My identity?" Shielder asked, summoning her macuahuitl from her back into her hand. This weapon looked like it was meant to be wielded with two hands, but she did so gracefully with only one. Its prismatic obsidian edges glittered in unseen and unfelt sunlight, sending small motes of color through the room. She swung it slowly to her side, leaving a trail of warm yellow light in its wake.
"I am the K'uhul Ahau of the people of Palenque, K'inich Janaab' Pakal. I am the appointed shield of the sun, the divine ruler of the Maya."
Her words carried an inherent force to them. As she spoke, her presence seemed to dominate the room and subjugate it to her existence. Her war shield glowed a bright gold color, rivaling the very sun she claimed to represent. Her divinity was blazing at its height. The divine aura that pervaded the room was like that of a war god, yet it also had a maternal tinge to it, one that soothed the nerves.
And then it all quieted down. She dematerialized her shield and her macuahuitl, then took a more friendly pose.
"That should do for my name and identity. As for my capability, I assume the class of 'Shielder' implies an excellent defensive Noble Phantasm, does it not? It is the shield I carry on my arm, and it bears the weight and force of my title. The blood of my people, the force of our wars, and the mastery of our creations, all are crystallized within."
edited 1st May '15 6:00:03 PM by amporiusrex
"Gimme your pants.. and now your other pants"Abbey Theatre
The car stopped at a rustic looking building, at least compared to some of the surrounding ones. There was a warm light coming from the inside and the sounds of music and cries of people generally having a good time could be heard.
Aeliana stepped out of the car and stretched before looking back at Saber. "Well we're here. Ladies first." she gestured to the door of the place indicating that Saber should go before her.
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Archer of Violet - Via d'Azeglio
Atalanta frowned, eyes half lidded as she looked at her Master starting to laugh and then welcome her to the 21st century "... Our characters really don't seem to match, Master"
"I somehow doubt we reached a true understanding... but at the moment it should suffice. Then shall we make our way to Artemis' place of worship?"
Aisha Hassei - Aisha's Home
It would take a couple seconds, perhaps a snap or two of fingers before her face for Aisha to snap out of the sheer glorious display that was Shielder when exerting her full divine aura... her regal bearing which just commanded attention and claimed near worship.
After snapping out of it, Aisha with a bit of embarrassment says "A-Ah! I see... yes... then I see you are an exemplary member of your class... I can tell by your skills and stats that are top notch at enduring, Shielder"
Via d'Azeglio
"Hm, yes..." All smiles in spite of his Servant's lingering doubts, Sam picked up his briefcase from where he'd set it down earlier and began leading the way down the road toward his intended destination: Roma Termini, the city's largest and most bustling terminal.
"By the way, that reminds me, we're going to be passing right by a lot of stores along the way, including clothiers. If you think you'll ever want to mingle among the populace instead of staying in spirit form the whole time, then now would be a perfect opportunity for you to buy some more modern garments."
edited 1st May '15 8:04:20 PM by darksidevoid
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.Abbey Theatre
Saber nods. "Give me a moment."
She clutches a hand to her chest, whispering incantations to herself - this is the Sjónhverfing, the illusion magecraft that she herself has used so many times. Her form seems to blur and shift momentarily. After a second or two has passed, Saber exits the car. Far from her previous appearance, she is now clad in simple garb - a plain T-shirt and jeans. Without a moment's hesitation, she enters the building.
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UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIArcher of Violet - Via d'Azeglio
"Hmmm does thou think that be a wise course to pursue? I guess it may be better to have and not need, than need and not have. There may be a situation on which such deception may work in our favor" says Atalanta, her ears twitching a little as she says so... though then her eyes narrow a bit "Say, is mine speech correct? For reasons unknown, something when I talk to thou I feel a certain wrongness as if the puppet body is trying to correct me on it"
Arsene Gallois - Master of Berserker of Violet - Gallois Mansion
A Berserker, out of all things to summon with a pope's femur, he hadn't expected a Berserker. A Saber or a Lancer he would know what to do with, but a Berserker, the warrior without a mind? In any case this was his lot and now was the time to assess this asset, at least Berserker seemed to have his wits about him, for the present time, "Who are you Berserker, what Hero have I summoned to my side? How best should your skills be employed in your opinion?
Morgan le Fay - Caster of Violet - Rome Streets
Pausing for a moment and tapping her chin thoughtfully with one finger, Morgan sighed, "I know naught of where my fellow Servants have been summoned, but for now we may perform reconnaissance while we await the summons of the organiser and are introduced to our allies. Unless you know the location of one of them with a suitable dwelling?"
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Will you make a contract with me?Straight to business. This was how the magus wished to play it? So be it. "Disappointed with your Berserker, Master?" A crooked grin split his face. "They have given me many names. Thidrek son of Thetmar. Theodore the Great. Dietrich von Bern, king of the Ostrogoths. As for my capabilities? Violence. Sundering shields, magic, divine or mortal. Get me close with another..." Berserker let the thought trail off.
"And you, Master. What is your name. And what can you do?" The Servant asked abruptly, his eyes assessing the man before him.
edited 2nd May '15 6:58:54 AM by HazzyHaz
Butt Closet
Theseus frowned. "But... Okay. Where should we go? Where do we need to be?"
Hey look!. Yu-Gi-Oh meets wrasslin'!

Russus Manor - Saber of Violet
Beowulf nodded once to Alfonso. Yes. She could respect a man such as he - one uncowed in the face of the unknown. As they walked, Beowulf took her time in examining the surroundings that she had been summoned to. Though she was a king in life, she cared little for frivolous shows of wealth or high society. To another Servant, these grand surroundings would have been welcome, but to her they were merely an eyesore.
She entered the car wordlessly, taking a seat next to Aeliana.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI