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Post by Alter Jeanne on Oct 21, 2015 6:01:00 GMT
It was a dark environment to look at,The Mion River was the place of the mission and she had already arrived to the entrance of the tunnels. The whole area around her was desolated, clearly heaven for her eyes, although not a complete heaven, it was better than nothing at all. The air was dense and you could faintly hear the sound of beasts and other unknown creatures coming from the inside of the tunnel as well as the city. To think she was going to be the leader of a scouting team was disgusting, she didn't even care to look at the members under her command. “Weak heroes full of themselves more likely” she thought. Judging from what little she could spot near the tunnel it could be considered as a suicide mission, but who cares about dying now? She's nothing but an spirit now and her only purpose was to fight until her last bit of existence faded away.
“Well just how long are they going to take to appear already? And you call yourselves “Heroes”? Hah... I'm not even the best suited to be here yet I'm first... Pathetic!”
On everyone else's side of view, she was just a dark figure standing alone with her back leaning against one of the walls of the tunnel's entrance. A figure that emanated nothing but death and darkness around her, clearly not someone anyone would want to deal with. At a closer look, a young girl with pale skin, blonde hair and yellow eyes, wearing a black armor and holding a flag with her arms. Her face clearly showing annoyance at waiting, probably not the best person to deal with when mad but such was the situation at that moment.
“Tsk, I won't stay here forever”. Said the Ruler in her dark armor, angry enough to just start the mission on her own. Her steps stopped just in time as she heard the other members of her team arrive. “Just HOW LONG did you all plan to make me wait for this stupid mission?!” Her tone notably rising as her anger fueled her further. “You really must have guts to call yourselves heroes and give little importance to this mission!”. Not a fighter but a bad bully, Jeanne just let this one slide as she proceeded to mock her team. “Well you useless worms, I'm your leader, get it? I'm leading this mission and you will all follow my orders! Fail to understand this and I'll kill you right here, right now!” But she was just not done there, she had to make sure everything was clear “As for my name... hmp, I guess low pieces of trash like you could call me “Boss”, now if you have something to say, speak it up right now! I don't want girls complaining on me while we're in the middle of the mission!”
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Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Oct 21, 2015 6:33:20 GMT
Standing motionlessly at the edge of the concrete shore, in front of the murky waters that reflects the bright flames enveloping the sky-reaching buildings of a nearby city, Saber looked on at the sight of such a nightmarish scenery with an emotionless expression, feeling indifference in regards to the environment. The rampaging fire that is burning through the structures lasting seemingly for an eternity reminded the King of Knights of the tyranny she once upheld against her very own people. Yes, she is Arturia Pendragon, the King of Britain of lore, but not the same Arturia Pendragon from the legend that everyone who have ever heard of the tale of King Arthur knows of. She is a different incarnation of the same person, or more precisely, an alternate King Arthur from a parallel universe or a different dimension (whichever suits one's boat). Unlike the saint-like Arturia that the masses know from the Arthurian Legends, this Arturia does not take pride in her status as a king nor as a knight, but rather as a dark hero who bears all the hatred of the world, including her own hatred, towards herself, and uses that hatred to strike down all that stands in her way.
Viewing the Hellish scene from a great distance, the Servant more appropriately identified as Saber 'Alter' could replace the image of the burning city with the image of the many settlements of Britain burning down in cinders. Such an imagination is reminiscent of the ruthlessness the tyrant had displayed in quelling all civil unrest and all of its rebellions without any mercy. It wouldn't be far-fetched to say that this is an appropriate landscape to once again rule with her iron fist, standing high and mighty over the ashes of her fallen foes, past, present and future. But it is not necessary to think of such things anymore. This is the present that she must deal with, having been summoned to serve Chaldea and their meager tasks, such as the exploration of a tunnel system deep within the city. Her past has already long been left behind. And thus, without moving a single inch ever since she was ray shifted into this timeline unfamiliar to her and into the position she was currently in, her physical body that has the stature of a small girl, complimented with golden eyes, pale skin and blonde hair tied in a chignon-style, and clad in an elegant purple and black dress, all started to dissipate into ghastly, purple particles of prana. What was once a Servant that stood still at the edge of the Mion River was now an ominous collection of dark prana that soon disappeared completely, Saber Alter having entered into her spiritual form to travel to the location of her mission.
At the entrance of the tunnel, a mist of dark, purple prana would appear and group up in a bundle to form Saber Alter's physical body. This same type of prana constantly exudes itself out of the girl's little frame in the form of a mist-like aura, and it was done without the Servant's care of controlling it within her own body. This aura gave off the vibe of evil and a story about a tainted path towards a dark idealism. However, it wasn't just the self-loathing tyrant's body that materialized; the black sword of aurora, Excalibur, had also materialized itself and was gripped within the King of Knight's right hand, veered off to the side. Her golden eyes immediately picked up the sight of another Servant's form, leaning against the inner tunnel walls. Her cold facial expression did not change upon the sight of her assumed 'teammate', and she merely started walking into the depths of the tunnel's darkness. It would be questionable, no, inconceivable that Saber Alter had accepted this type of mission in the first place. But with the possibility of strong foes appearing in the form of new unknown enemies that Chaldea and their staff have yet to encounter, and with nothing else to do back at the main base, Saber Alter had decided to take this mission. While she did not check who was accompanying her in the mission, looking at the flag-bearing Servant already at the designated meeting spot seemingly waiting impatiently made her conclude that she too is one who have accepted this same mission.
But when the dark King heard the Ruler's words vibrating within her consciousness, her eyes immediately glared daggers at the woman in response and her movement was halted for a moment. It was then that upon a closer look, Saber Alter would realize something interesting about the other Servant whom she initially ignored. Pale skin... golden eyes... They were the same as her's. Was she also of a draconian lineage? Not to mention, she can feel the power of the dragon being freely used without any restraints, feeling the other woman's prana that is so similar to her very own in both lack of limitations and in deathly essence. The dark-tainted tyrant can feel the aura of despair around the other dark-tainted Saint's frame. Indeed, their thick prana that can suffocate others who have the courage to approach the duo have some semblance to each other. There is no doubt that the flag-bearer is also an Alter Servant, and who happens to be so foul-mouthed and lacks any virtue of patience.
As Ruler Alter's degrading rant went on, Saber Alter had not spoken once. After a short stare at the violent, impulsive woman, the tyrant's head turned straight towards the darkness of the tunnel's entrance, walking forward until she was past the so-called 'Saint's' position. The insults her supposed 'leader' had given out did not faze the King. In fact, Saber Alter had not given any sort of recognition to Ruler Alter's authority or even her worth. After walking a couple of steps ahead of the other woman, it was only then that the dragon would start to flare her prana around herself in a disgusting volume. Pitch black prana that can be mistaken for haunting shadows surrounded her figure like a dark, dense fog. Saber Alter had not let her prana run rampant, until now, and it was done in response to Ruler Alter's alleged 'threat'. She had responded to something that can be an obstacle on her path. The tyrant did not consider this evil Saint to be an enemy, yet. So she decided to give a fair warning for this impatient Servant. "Silence. I do not need to hear the squirms of the biggest worm of all. My only focus is encountering the enemies from within and determining their worth. If you dare impede against my task with your foolish antics, then I shall strike you down from where you stand and cast your body into the flames of Hell." This heartless voice that came from this King of Knights was a serious death warrant for the dragon witch, and she spoke of her own threat while staring forward into the darkness, recognizing the other woman's threat, yet not acknowledging her partner's very own being and existence.
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Post by emiya on Oct 21, 2015 6:57:44 GMT
This wasn’t Archer’s first time to the hellhole of Fuyuki burning, that had been when he was a small child, and had shaped his life utterly. More to the point, it wasn’t his second, he’d already had a taste of the utter pain of seeing his old home burn as an adult, and a Servant. He’d been somewhat prepared for what he saw, and it allowed him to bury the pain and anger that something like this happened again.
His habit of hanging around unseen unless he was needed came in handy, It allowed him to overhear an argument between, who else, but the two Alter-Class Servants that we was tasked with cooperating with...though it might have to come down to babysitting if this was how they’d interact the entire way. There was only so much posturing and grandstanding he could take before the foot had to eventually be put down.Perhaps the only thing that was interesting was the identity of one of them.
Arturia Pendragon. Saber, she had been back so long ago, and then not all too long ago, as far as time in the Counter Force went. It was a reunion he could have only hoped for. To share stories and memories, if it had been the latter, and bitter apologies if it had been the former. However, it didn’t even take a moment’s glance, to see the pale hair and piercing yellow eyes that marked her as different. No, the sheer malignance of the prana she exuded made it clear that this was not the Arturia he knew.
Once Arturia made her retort, he lets out a heavy sigh, and materializes from his spirit form, leaning on one of the walls of the cave. “Now, that’s all well and good. You’re far better grandstanders than I could ever hope to be, undoubtedly. Still, isn’t this something that could be better saved for when the mission’s complete, and our Master is back and the information we gathered is in Chaldea’s archives?”
Turning to Jeanne, he shrugs. “Boss. Do you have any orders to give? Because otherwise, it’d probably be best if we began to make our way through the tunnel system. Let me know if you’d rather me be in the front lines or providing covering fire, or else I’ll decide for myself. If you have no objections, I will take the vanguard position.”
Looking over at Arturia, he shakes his head. “I can’t imagine how you think insulting someone obviously prideful and in a leadership position is going to prevent you from being impeded. You should be able to tell just looking at her that intimidation is not going to be an effective tactic. When dealing with someone so unreasonable, it's better to just go along with it.”
With that, he walks forward, into the murky blackness. His reinforced eyes allow him to see ahead in the darkness, but there is a turn fairly quickly, and he can’t make out any enemies.
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Post by Astolfo on Oct 21, 2015 16:39:48 GMT
The dank and desolate surroundings just drew a sigh from the Servant who stood out from them like a star in the sunset – or perhaps just a peach on a blueberry bush. The flurry of pink, black and white felt utterly out of place in the unpleasant darkness; longing for fields of green or lovely French architecture… not this smoky and awful air. Oh well, such was the life of a hero – had to go where the trouble slept sometimes. Still, he felt like he was getting dirtier by just breathing this air, it was just gross. His perfume was completely wasted here!
Admittedly, though; it seemed his efforts to look as good as ever were wasted to begin with – the ‘poor, lovely maidens’ he’d been told about seemed… a bit less lovely now, as one snarled and snapped at the team, while another acted like a veritable ice queen. Weren’t they on the same side here? Ugh, and so trouble was already brewing… Captain Red didn’t seem keen on defusing the situation either, although he seemed to know one of the pair. Well, he wasn’t yelling, at least. That was always a start, wasn’t it?
"Hey, hey; I got caught up with washing my hair; I’m real sorry! But, we’re just doing scouting, so there’s no huge hurry… maybe we should take a break now and introduce ourselves? Though, I’d kind of like to get out of here before I get all messy…” blabbered Rider, awkwardly skipping from foot to foot on the spot; seeming relatively ignorant of Jeanne’s attempts to intimidate the group – he was kinda used to people trying to act all cool like this, honestly. "But, wow! Nice dress, Madam, uh, Arturia! It’s really pretty!”
Lost to his impetuous desires almost immediately, Astolfo seemed to have hit a new personal record in losing interest in the mission at hand. Fashion was way more interesting! Cute girls were just a bonus. Ooh, but the guy was pretty nice-looking too… and that cool voice! Maybe he ought to ask him for tips on being cool later. "But, everyone! I’m Astolfo! I’m a Rider! I’m happy to be here! Hello, everyone! Hurrah!”
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Post by Percival on Oct 22, 2015 23:30:14 GMT
He was late! Percival silently chided himself for being possibly the only person with access to time travel that could still be late for a possibly important mission. Of course, never one to sit and dwell on his failures, Percival instead decided what was done was done and the only way to rectify the situation was to get to the meeting sight as soon as possible.
And so it was that the Servant Rider had deployed his Noble Phantasm, the symbol of his legend itself, for the simple reason of shaving off a few minutes of travel time. The midnight black horse galloped through the city, seeming oddly at home in the desolate and ruined world they had found themselves in. He rode on without any prompting from Percival, almost as though he was trying to see how fast he could go before being told to stop. And so it was that, when Percival realized that they were about to ride right past the meeting spot, instead of slowing down and turning around, he elected to jump from his steed. Which at this point was likely breaking the sound barrier. And so it was that Percival rolled, tumbled, and otherwise bumbled his way into the presence of the Assembled other Servants.
"He sorry took a wrong turn and got all turned around, what did I-" he spoke quickly to try and make up for lost time, but as he brushed himself off of the debris he had picked up on his way and looked up, he stopped. The assortment of individuals he found himself with wasn't particularly surprising in and of itself. They were all heroes from different eras and countries after all, it would be odd if they did fit in perfectly together. What caught his attention was one particular teammate.
Not the flag bearing girl shouting at the rest.
Not the striking man in red seemingly attempting to take the lead.
Not even the pink haired girl who looked far too pretty to get into any fights.
No, it was the quiet, focused looking girl in black that drew his attention. He couldn't really say what it was. He hadn't known anyone with pale skin, nearly white hair, and golden eyes like that in his lifetime, but all the same he couldn't help but wonder...
"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?"
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Post by Alter Jeanne on Oct 23, 2015 10:09:06 GMT
The first impression of what one could call “fellows” for Jeanne was not disappointing but it was not pleasant either. She didn't try a single bit to hide the annoyance expression of her face and the more she thought about having to go deep in the dark with such heroes was disgusting. Not like she had a choice but being able to control them would have come very handy for her. Another dark figure, looking a lot like her had appeared and listened to all her shouting, her response was to be expected of an evil person who desires nothing but the taste of a fight... Her expression quickly changed to an evil smile as she heard Arturia's words. Unfortunately for the Saber, Jeanne could feel the presence of dragons, being born with such a skill was very handy for her in life and now, maybe it could be of help to deal with Arturia too.
“If I were you, I'd shut my mouth and follow obediently as a member of this team!” Her gaze was now directly upon Arturia, with no intentions to control her but with all the intentions to make her feel the difference of power between them, she walked closer to Saber and whispered to her ear just for her to listen. I have no doubts you're strong, but such power being wasted by stupid words just shows me how foolish you can be. I have no intentions on picking up a fight with someone like me... And I'm sure you can tell what I'm talking about... I don't care about these pigs but I much rather see your worth in battle inside these tunnels than here risking your life against me.
Her gaze now towards Archer, just a hero she had no knowledge about but seemed to know Arturia better than her. His words put as direct as possible showing respect towards Jeanne made her even more prideful than before. “Very well then, it seems that we have a capable peasant among us”. A good suggestion also came out from him and it was most convenient for her that he offered himself for such a job. “Alright, I'll let you have it your way but not fully. You will provide us cover from the back, and the only reason I'm not giving you the vanguard is because that's my place with her”. Her gaze now back at Arturia for a brief moment as in waiting for her to confirm her words.
Just as she finished another figure appeared, this one unlike the other two was of a pretty girl, like a princess you could say. ”Just why in the world would a princess sign up for this kind of mission? Disgusting” she thought, but what shocked her more was not her appearance but her name. ”Astolfo? So she is a he? And just when I thought things couldn't get any better you pair me up with a transgender? Haha... very well then”. “Rider you said? Very well then, Rider, you will go with him (she said while pointing at Archer) in the back and assist us if we need help, not that we will but that will be your job”.
Not even halfway done giving orders to Astolfo, the last member of the team arrived. Seemingly another Rider but this one at least making it obvious at a first glance that it was a male. He tried to apologize with vague excuses that were then overrun by a question that was directed towards Arturia. “Just who do you think you are? To arrive late and not give a proper explanation? Ridiculous”. At this point Jeanne didn't really care anymore about this last member, he was probably the least interesting of her whole team and she much rather not have him anywhere close than anywhere around. “You...” She sighed in annoyance and then looked back at him. “You will go first, alone, We'll wait here 5 minutes and then we'll head on behind you”. Clearly sending Percival out on a suicide mission if he went by himself but she didn't really care. “That will be your mission, if you find something then you either kill it or come back and let us know. Now don't just stand there and go!”.
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Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Oct 23, 2015 11:41:53 GMT
Saber Alter's head slowly turned slightly to the right side and away from Ruler Alter's position when she heard the voice of Archer who just materialized, her golden irises glaring at her second teammate from the corner of her wide eyes. For a moment, she lowered Excalibur to her side and listened to the man's 'voice of reason'. And he is correct. If the tyrant wanted to fight strong Servants, she could do that anytime back at Chaldea. Right now, the mission is of utmost priority. Even if the two Alter Servants conflict with each other in terms of personality, it doesn't change the fact that the Ruler is the one in charge of this mission, acting as an informal Master to all the Servants of this team.
However, the Saber of this group had some gripe with what Archer said. Go along with the unreasonable one of the group? No, she would not even think of doing that. Rather, she would put that unreasonable person in their place if such a thing happened under her leadership. In fact, she would do it regardless if she was the leader or not. Saber Alter is a lone dragon. In the past, she used to be the King of Knights who served and fought for her people in a more ruthless manner as she upheld tyranny. But now, she is none of that. She is just Arturia Pendragon, a person who fights for herself and only herself. The only reason she is fighting for Chaldea is because of an obligation the two parties had agreed upon. But it doesn't mean she would be willing to fight alongside other Servants.
Saber Alter was actually about to say something in retaliation of the man's foolish words, her body turning to fully face Archer and the exit of the tunnel, before Ruler Alter had to open her uncouth mouth. Her eyes and face instantly moved to lock with the other Alter Servant's eyes and face, not intimidated in the slightest on her part. Her view... her facial expression... they did not move or change from their position and posture as the person known as Jeanne d'Arc moved in to whisper into her ear. Her eyes narrowed in response to the words she considers 'nonsense', her gaze fixated on one side of the tunnel. When she enlisted into the mission, the smaller girl only saw the name 'Jeanne d'Arc' listed as the participants of this mission before the other group members signed up. And while she did know of her through the knowledge of the Grail, she did not know of an Alter version. In fact, can an Alter version even be possible for someone who is revered as a Saint? The main point being, the King of Knights does not know her leader's parameters or her abilities. However, it was only when Ruler Alter mentioned 'it' that Saber Alter's eyes slightly widened, realizing something ominous.
What is this feeling? It is as if there was an unbending will surrounding every aspect of her being with an iron grip. In even one instance of trying to grasp this feeling, she couldn't breathe for a moment, almost as if she was being choked out of her life. Saber Alter immediately and hastily took two steps back away from Ruler Alter and further into the darkness once the latter had finished her warning, her facial expression showing a slight tinge of despair that only the other Alter Servant can see. If anyone knew of her in life, she would have never done such an action. It was an instinctual fear that told the King that this person is not someone to be messed around with. It was not that she could be a strong opponent. But rather, it felt like she is a person who has literal control over her very life. If she were to put a finger on something about her irrational desire to stand down against this evil Saint, it would probably be that reason. Furthermore, her overall body language changed drastically. Instead of being stiff all the time, eager for battle against anyone that came in her way, her body was now much more relaxed and softer, as if she was trying to counsel herself... No, as if she had submitted in obedience to the rightful Master of this group. Even her outstanding prana started to diminish in its volume in response to this change of mindset, as if she was actively trying to back down from the Ruler before her uncontrollable self does something foolish.
Her head hung low and to the side, seemingly ignoring Astolfo's arrival, his introduction, and even to the fact that the paladin carelessly spoke of her True Name. It was all because of what had just transpired, and not even the pink-haired Rider's cheerful attitude can change what the dragon is feeling right now within her heart: disbelief. Percival would suffer the same response from Arturia, or rather, a lack of response. It wasn't until he spoke that she regained her bearings, having recognized that voice. Her head slowly straightened itself up. Her facial expression returned to normal for all the others to see. But despite the outward, seemingly apathetic expression, she was actually having mixed feelings in the inside. Her lips separated from each other a bit, as if she was going to say something. But she closed them tight afterwards, her eyes wandering elsewhere, anywhere, but to Percival.
Percival. One of the Knights of the Round Table. Her Knight. Until, he betrayed her along with a majority of the other Round Table Knights and had a personal hand in her downfall. Of course, this happened in her timeline. She knew about the Arthurian Legends as perceived by the people of this world. It was not her legend, but rather, it was the legend of the Saint-like Arturia Pendragon that the evil tyrant used to be. So this Percival must be from that same legend that the world knows of, right? Or did it happen to be the Percival from her dimension? He looks the same, and even acts the same. While she would not mind his intolerable ignorance (which admittedly on a few occasions might get on her nerves), being in the same party with one who had the same essence as one of her 'killers', in a sense, can be distracting.
In the end, despite all of her thoughts... She did not say anything in response to Percival.
Saber Alter turned to Ruler Alter when she felt the latter's imposing gaze upon her, and she had to take a breath before nodding in response regarding the two being the vanguards. Her view then turned to Archer, who approached the two only to see into the darkness with his enhanced eye vision. She was unaware that this man actually knows Arturia Pendragon, albeit the original person and not the one standing in his path right now. Finally, her vision moved onto Percival. Hearing Ruler Alter barking orders to the second Rider and to goad him into accepting a task that is considered suicide, Saber Alter feels indifference that it was Percival's life on the line, even if she personally knew him regardless of the fact that he is technically not the same person she knew in life. She looked on only to see his reaction to such a request.
And unfortunately, Astolfo doesn't even gets a gaze from the ice queen. By far, he is the least interesting person within this group in Arturia's perspective... although he might be the prettiest of the bunch.
Going back to that 'fear'... despite this imposed feeling, it doesn't change the desire she always has: to fight Jeanne d'Arc and prove who is stronger amongst the two Alter Servants. She knew of foes who had a commanding presence that hid their weaknesses and poor combat skills. She may be a Saint, but the King who was also a Knight did not see her as a warrior that could stand up to her hardened skills. If the facade of strength turns out to be not a ruse however, then Saber Alter genuinely wanted to see what makes her companion so strong. That is why she wants to fight against her, and she was determined to carry that out, even if she has to wait until the mission is completed. She would not let idle boasting stand by.
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Post by emiya on Oct 23, 2015 14:14:19 GMT
The interruption of the twin Riders, Astolfo and Percival, were an amusement to Archer. Hopefully their levity and easygoing natures would counterbalance how serious the Alter-class Servants were. Though Archer wouldn’t admit it, especially on assignment, he very much enjoyed working with people like them. They helped keep things in perspective compared to his own take on things. Astolfo’s compliment on Arturia’s dress in particular gets a laugh out of him, most people would be too taken by her disgusting prana output to notice the dress, but that was what the pink-haired knight focused on. Someone had proper priorities.
Ruler’s words also brought him laughter, but it was far less genuine. A capable peasant? So this was the kind of person he was dealing with. It wasn’t far from the truth, he was quite out of place in this team of kings and knights, but he’d think the great Joan of Arc, a girl from similar humble beginnings, wouldn’t be the one to pull the peasantry card. “Indeed.” he answers, a sardonic smirk on his face. “Thank you for that...but of course, me assisting from the back is on the condition that we are moving forward. I’m not going to just wait five whole minutes.”
The assignments Ruler made were laughably poor in tactical structure. Keeping one rider in reserve that would be better scouting, sending Percival alone almost to die in penance for simple lateness, then trying to subdue Arturia rather than work alongside her...not only were they the commands of someone who did not know combat, they were the commands of a foolish, bumbling commander that didn’t care if the people under her command died. Any respect he had for the proper chain of command in place left as soon as he heard her issue her commands. The only thing left leaving him anything to support her from was matters of efficiency, and that didn’t seem to be going too well.
Seeing Arturia turn to address him, he was prepared for a rebuke. In fact, it seemed he was wrong, anyway. Ruler wasn’t a kind of person like himself, where he’d been totally unreasonable but still able to be moved forward in a proper direction. This was a totally unmovable, unworkable kind of unreasonable person, it seemed. “I’m sorry, Arturia. It seems I misjudged the nature of our boss.” He says, preempting a reply that never came.
It was only then that he realized just how much he misjudged her. With just a word from Ruler, Arturia’s stoic, hardened stance turned to one trying to tread water, to maintain herself. There was prana laced in her words, magical energy not unlike that of a Command Spell being released. It was far fainter, but one trained in magecraft could detect it, and while it was efficient in preventing a conflict, it was very difficult for Archer to accept.
“I don’t particularly care if you’re the type of person to lead with inviolable orders rather than based on knowledge or respect, but if we’re not going to get a move on, well, it’ll be hard for me to stay in the back. I have little intention to stare at the wall for minutes on end until we begin to start the mission.”
With a sidelong glance of likely unwanted support to Arturia, he steps up to Percival. “If you truly intend to wait for this one to scout ahead, I’m going to support him. At the very least, it’ll give me some way to work my impatience out.”
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Post by Astolfo on Oct 23, 2015 21:25:50 GMT
All the arguing and grumbling just made Rider frown, almost forgetting the new appearance’s presence in the midst of Ruler’s grumbling – waah, such a bully! Someone like that should get knocked down a peg, right? Another Servant that was hardly a hero, huh… Astolfo would have to see if he couldn’t do a bit of real heroics and show her a thing or two! Harrumph! Well, at least she didn’t insult him, but still! Bullies were bullies! Or, maybe the ‘capable peasant’ did something before now…? Well, for now the boy would keep his mouth shut… on this subject, anyway. Actually keeping his mouth shut wasn’t going to happen for more than ten seconds at a time.
Having little recognition from Saber for his fussing made the pink-haired ‘princess’ a bit unhappy too, but at least she wasn’t grumbling too much. Giving up on his compliments, and all the more heart-broken to find his climatic introduction fall on deaf ears; the boy skulked over to Archer’s side. He looked like a cartoon with his exaggerated pout and sulking slouch; but at least he was listening. "Yeah, we should just hang out with Mister… Other Rider. We can be the Boy Team! We’re the coolest, right? Totally~”
Snapping back to his cheerfulness (well, to some degree, at least); Astolfo wrapped an arm around Archer’s shoulder (as best he could with their comparative heights, at least) and gave a ‘cool’ (goofy) grin – totally bros already, aw yeah. Gonna be besties with a badass again! "Let’s go, advance guard squad! Victory is on the horizon, and our destiny burns bright like the sun! Whether it’s tragedy or love, we’ll ride every day for that star! Hurrah!” cheered Astolfo, striking a little grandiose pose – damn, if only he had that bully-girl’s flag right now! He’d look so cool!
All the fuss between the dark-clothed Servants didn’t mean anything to Astolfo, unsurprisingly… neither did Archer’s tactical musings, nor the other Rider’s curiosity (although he did look really cute!)… yes, the only thing that mattered to the paladin was the obvious. Didn’t the King complain about this once before? "Subtext? Is that a kind of tome? Or a sandwich?” mused the boy idly, his own memories grinding against the information that had been implanted in him regarding the modern age... if the world made something idiot-proof, the world would create a better idiot… well, recreate; in this case.
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Post by Percival on Oct 24, 2015 18:23:00 GMT
The reprimand hit hard, as Percival was still distracted by the oddly familiar girl and wasn't particularly used to women that spoke as harshly as this Ruler. While he may not have seemed it, he was very aware that he hadn't made a good first impression on her. Whereas most would have realized that he could have arrived with the Holy Grail itself in hand and still have gotten on her bad side, Percival was convinced that all it would take now would be to do his best and let her see how good he could be for the team.
"Sorry, sorry Miss!" he said standing upright, "Sir Percival reporting for duty! Scouting works fine for me, thanks!" And while he was certainly prepared to go in alone, as would be expected of any true knight, he was certainly not going to disagree with any offers of assistance. He was a little confused by something the girl (the nicest one that certainly looked like a princess) had said. Boy Team? He supposed that in the modern age there were girls that valued being "one of the boys". This must have been one of them, despite any appearances to the contrary, and as a knightly gentleman Percival wasn't about to try and offend her by pointing anything like that out.
Not wasting any more time, Percival proceeded into the darkness, with or without companions depending on how negotiations with their leader went. He had his sword drawn and ready, or as ready as a knight who's specialty was going into danger as clueless as possible could be. Walking confidently, he was actually somewhat disappointed when a minute passed by without anything of note happening other than it getting progressively darker. With little else to do, he spoke aloud to what companions he had (or else, if alone, mused aloud to himself).
"So seems like Miss Boss back there got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh? And that other dark girl... something weird about her too." She'd definitely had a certain aura about her, a focus and quiet resolve not unlike a certain king Percival had known. He couldn't help but wonder who exactly she was.
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