-Momonga is...rather distracted by her journal. She's been busy trying to pry the thing open since it appears to have been stuck for her-
-To the point she is fending off any mannequins going after her by distractedly holding her sword in her fingertips and waving it around by a baton-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-the mannequin six grabbed proceeds to spin its joint 360 degrees, grab one of the tentacle monsters with its free hand stub thingy and throw it a Six-
-Suzu, Quartz and Longram manage to slice and shoot the one going for the former it slumps over ded-
-Momoga is actually getting message from someone called Journal-
Stop! Stop it you horned floozy, pay attention!
edited 7th May '17 4:48:39 PM by Azure
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-Six lets go of the monster's hand, ducks under the tentacle monster thrown at him, and then combat rolls out of the way before attempting to shoot his target with another one of his murderbolts-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Caster frowns and clenches his teeth as his oceanic horrors are scattered by the mannequin. Raising the spellbook up in the air, he shouts:
Hastur: Witness true magic, straight from halls of Tiffauges! Prelati's Spellbook! Text of the Sunken Spiraled City!
The grimoire is now emitting a neverending, self-replenishing stream of mana, and from it dozens of creatures are formed. The wave of slime, tentacles and fangs is sent by Hastur to suicidally attack the enemy, since Caster knows that the number of his monsters is infinite and they simply won't stop coming.
-well the Mannequins are completely wiped out-
-the Journal now spamming angry emoticons at Momoga-
-Hastur while your stream of monsters was certainly effective you are now tired and you can feel your transformation slowly starting to evaporate-
-better slow your roll-
-at any rate the way is now open-
edited 7th May '17 5:10:05 PM by Azure
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850(@Longram) Hastur: I appreciate, but I'm unsure you can.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Along with essences of Servants we all get their Noble Phantasms, crystallizations of their legends. Those of Francesco Prelati are Prelati's Spellbook, which you have just seen, and Grand Illusion, which I'll use later. But you've just seen what attempts to abuse Phantasms can lead to.
Q:....We've decided to allow it.
-Takanuva is engulffed in a bright light and suddenly he remembers fighting to his last against an entirey army, using only a single knife, after his spear broke and his arrows ran out. until he was soaked red and called a demon. He was Geronimo
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-and he finds himself near the group-
-as they continued on they would notice clear signs of corruption, pulsating black tendrils, pools of ooze, all of it choking the scenery-
-but strangely the way forward was clear of most hazards, you can even see a few of the mannequins lying limply on the ground-
-and eventually they see in the distance a golden shining rectangle that looks almost like it fit into some kind of machine-
-and just infront of it would be a rather imposing individual
◊ his form half covered in the inky black substance-
???:Its about damn time you showed up. I got impatient and killed the other guys. Hope you don't mind.
-he said with a rather condescending grin-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Longram: "I curse Edison's name for not bothering make something original like rechargable mana batteries."
@???? "Got stuck in traffic earlier and the street bums won't leave us alone."
edited 7th May '17 6:06:00 PM by MrKirb

-Suzu takes and launches a stab at the one attacking Six-
Suzu: Like this?