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Post by godfreya on Oct 10, 2015 8:25:41 GMT
Light filled her body and it was a feeling of omniscience. A sincere and serene enlightenment that she felt when she was knighted by the King during her time. It was a prestigious emotion she experienced when she swore the oath as the Defender of God's kingdom. Even if this was a creation by thaumaturgy and science, the latter she extremely dislikes, was something she was impressed of.
"So this is Ray Shift?"
She asked herself as the light that had surrounded her slowly disappeared. She was now at the place of her mission, the appointed objective. She felt her body, her armor, her sword and her breathing. The body that she once had during her life was brought again by this system by this so called Chaldea. But what welcomed her was quite different from what she had expected.
"What in the world?"
She murmured as Hell greeted her. Crimson sky and blazing horizon was seen over the destroyed buildings and rugged streets. It was a devastation out of a devil's imagination. It was truly Hell. She had experienced many conflicts. Wars that brought an entire fortress to rubble, wars that ravished an entire city and wars that slaughtered thousands of heretics. But this was different. It was not even close to comparison to the burning wall of Jerusalem during its siege back during her time.
No cry could be heard. No sounds of blades brandishing against each other could be heard. No life could be seen.
It was so different that it pained her. It was not a conflict fighting for ideals or beliefs. It was an aftermath.
"What sorrow. . .Now I know why I was called."
She lamented as she clasped her hands on each other and closed her eyes for a prayer. It was a prayer dedicated for all of God's creations. It was a sincere song that was intended to bring in symphony and harmony to the soul to face this hellish field. It was for God's garden and so she shall raise her sword to preserve it.
"I will not let God's garden be reduced to this!"
She roared as she unsheathed her sword. Even if this was not Jerusalem, even if this was not France, even if this was not Lower Lorraine, she would still fight to the death to safeguard this place. This place was like those she thought of and kept in her heart. It was a part of God's garden. It was a part of His Kingdom.
"Now then, my fellow Crusader, shall we cleanse this world of evil?" |
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Post by Baba Yaga on Oct 10, 2015 22:12:33 GMT
Fellow Crusader? The Ray Shift's light must have temporary blinded the holy woman, for the creature standing next to her had more in common with the ghouls wandering about than a knight of any kind.
The scenery of devastation was a welcoming sight to the witch. The pleasant scent of fading despair and the absence of humanity made her feel oddly at peace. She was used to dealing with fire and brimstone but was still feeling a slight sensation of burning on her skin. Shortly after her partner finished her prayer it seemed to stop though.
"Cleansing the world of evil... you do that, i'll be right behind you to scrap through the remains, you never know what you can find of use..."
She turned her attention away from the holy woman. As they were both observing their surroundings, tiny screams, nearly inaudible started to hum in her ears. A large bulge erupted from underneath her garments sleeve. She watched unfazed as droplets of flesh fell to the ground. As soon as the bleeding stopped, the fallen leftovers began to mold and reshape, taking on the form of something vaguely reminiscent of a skinned squirrel. "You know what I want". In agreement, the ugly creature scraped away swiftly.
"How does it feel to have unwavering faith?" She resumed the conversation without directing her gaze at her partner. "Must be such a burden to carry" Her voice was monotone, not one of condescendence nor one of empathy. "To devote yourself entirely, that i know the feeling, but to suffer the pains of others is beyond my understanding." She paced around the wreckage, scanning for potential utilities. She clutched her shoulder, adjusting it with a loud and uneasy pop. "Is our own pain not enough?" This last one was said staring at the holy woman.
Her sight became detached for a second, staring into infinity beyond the point of focus. She lost the connection to her scout. Her magic was not weak to the point of it fading on it's own this rapidly. Which means:
"We seem to have company"
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Post by godfreya on Oct 11, 2015 9:20:33 GMT
"I seem to have forgotten, of all the people to be paired up with, it's with you. . .!"
Godfreya scowled at her Servant companion. To be more precise, she isn't her companion, rather she's an enemy. For Godfreya who fought against heretics and non-believers during her life, fighting alongside a Witch would leave a sour taste to her mouth, and her faith and position would not allow herself, no matter what circumstances she is in. "As expected of a foul and blasphemous hag! You know no emotions and you merely scavenge like a foul vulture. An insolent and barbaric existence like yourself should be cleansed alongside this Earth. You are a disgrace to a Heroic Spirit---No, you shouldn't even be a Heroic Spirit! A witch that knows blasphemy is nothing but a devil's kin!"
Godfreya roared as she glared at the Servant behind her. She definitely looked old, older than an old man, she looked more of a corpse rather than a human! Her very existence emitted foul odor Godfreya called, 'blasphemy', and her being was the very thing she despised of the most. Regardless of their position as agents of Chaldea, she would not hesitate to cut this witch right now. "Your pain and my pain are entirely different. You can never know the feeling of one having unwavering faith and one who believes in utmost devotion towards God. You, who knows no faith but your own. You, who rattle blasphemies and curses here and there. You, who are a kin of the devil. You!"
This was her of the past, the present and even if there would be a future. She has always despised those who would stain God's name and His glory. She is God's sword and His Kingdom's guardian. Such, was her oath when she was crowned as the secular defender of the Holy Kingdom. It's a privilege and an honor for her to be someone of service to God. "Fighting alongside Fatamids would feel less awful than fighting alongside you!"You should choose the lesser evil, they say. But, Godfreya wouldn't. What she said was pure sarcasm. In all honestly, she would rather be alone than fight alongside both. Even if she fights alone, or with one companion, so long as it's not with one who would desecrate God's name and His creations, she would devote herself. However, the emotion and motivation of slashing this witch right now suddenly disappeared shortly. A feeling of evil. Something similar to the assassin she met in one of her battles. It was like being approach by one of the Assassins of Persia which she had fought against during her life. That poison that took each moment of her life until the end. "I shall judge your head after this is over, foul hag. Until then, think of your sins and repent!"
She declared as she ran towards the evil presence. Abominations of the world, they were not even close to humans. Killing them, cleansing them away from this world, would feel a lot easier than killing the Fatamids during her time.
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Post by Baba Yaga on Oct 11, 2015 18:39:16 GMT
Repent would imply regret. Such a word has long been erased from the witch's vocabulary.
She sniggered at the holy womans rant, although she understood how thin the ice was.
One word in the speech caught her attention however.
“A vulture..." She whispered as the distance between servants increased.
It was an adequate title, one she was comfortable with. But are vultures really such despicable things? It is their task to clean the leftovers of all other creatures, preventing the world from rotting underneath the weight of dead beasts… and fallen armies. An animal kills out of hunger or self-defense, a monster kills out of instinct and the vulture simply scavenges what the rest leaves behind. She saw herself as all three combined. There was nothing noble about it, nor is there anything noble about Death itself. The golden lady, in the witch's eyes, was nothing more than a lioness who kills deer because they are different, not because they are food and then claims to serve a higher purpose.
The holy woman had run towards the presence they both felt but did not yet see. It was something ravenous that consumed her familiar, and if the sword of her “ally” was not the cause of its demise, that ingestion mistake would be.
She propelled herself upwards, expelling a tar like substance, much like a clumsy octopus fleeing danger, and landed equally as graceful on a higher story of a wrecked building. She had an obscured vision of the fight but a good view of her surroundings, so the witch decided to do what she does best.
After mumbling words in an inexistent language her body swelled up as if her innards had exploded. Opening her now gigantic maw of jagged teeth she expelled a crimson fluid and sprinkled it around the area. Everywhere hit by the nasty shower glowed for an instant and faded in the next.
“That should do the trick”.
Feeling every single one of her drops, she noticed none had hit any animated being. The reverse, however, is just a matter of time.
She heard a mixed roar, a woman’s voice overlapping an unnatural growl. A creature of unstable physique but seemingly focused intent was thrown through a wall. High above she could understand that the holy maiden was on the winning end of this quarrel, but for some reason, the monster had a remarkable resistance. It was a being she had never seen before, her dead eyes glistening with curiosity at the wonders that could be hiding within it.
In another spurt of gunk she drew herself closer to the battlefield, looking for the best position to be in...
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Post by godfreya on Oct 13, 2015 2:20:07 GMT
Inhumane creatures filled the city like swarm of ants. After killing the one a while ago, Godfreya was shocked to see more of the abominations. She expected this world to be in ruin, after all, it was in the reports. But, she never expected to see abominations roaming around, feeding on corpses, just lying here and there, waiting for a prey. "You are all monstrosities that defile God's garden. In His name, and I pray, that all of you be burned by His judgment!" She leaped over a destroyed truck and plunged herself over the swarm of ghouls. Her sword, Gladius Crucis, was brandished and swung to her right and to her left, slashing through the ghouls with ease. Although it was no holy sword, and not a Noble Phantasm unless she declared its true name, the sword is still more powerful than a normal sword. It was, after all, the sword used by the Defender of Jerusalem to retake the Holy Land from the enemies of faith and secure it during her time.
"Despicable. . ." She murmured as she beheaded one ghoul with her golden sword. Another ghoul tried to attack her from the back, but Godfreya could smell ugliness with her pure heart. She could never be beaten by such monstrosities that dirties God's garden. It was her pure faithful heart that strengthens both her resolve and body. She cleaved their bodies, dismembered their limbs and stabbed their chests. Even if these ghouls were in fact once had life, she would still kill them. God would not forgive those who destroy His land. Such as what He did to all who denied His name.
"Jews and Fatamids are a lot better than these ghouls."
Godfreya mumured as she finished the swarm of ghouls she encountered. She was standing at the center of downtown and ghouls were starting to appear from the windows, doors, alleys and corners of the city buildings and streets. She raised her sword high and showed no fatigue. She was not defending anyone. She was not guarding a specific place. Rather, she was in a siege. Trying to climb over the walls of this city with her sword, aiming to purify it from these evil creatures. "I wonder what that witch is up to."
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Post by Baba Yaga on Oct 15, 2015 22:07:58 GMT
“Humpf, you looked far more interesting from afar…” It seems her eyes are not what they used to be – in quite a literal way.
Baba Yaga wiped her hand in the air, shaking the ghoul leftovers all over the place. All of the red bumbling masses of flesh and rotten magic offered no material of use. All thrash. But her hoarding nature prevents her from leaving a location empty handed. Through her rob of thick black fabric, several blade like teeth sprung up, much to the similarity of a bony venus flytrap. They wobbled as if ready to strike, but she simply placed the gathered items inside the pocket of flesh the teeth surrounded.
The ghouls in the vicinity did not have such a pleasant encounter with these jaws though. Throughout the battleground, several of them stepped on the enchanted fluid laid dormant on the floor and, springing like bear traps, these fangs carved into their flesh in a very unclean cut, making them scream in agony.
Could a ghoul still feel pain? Irrelevant, it’s not as if it would matter if it was the cutest of rabbits, she feels no empathy for any creature whatsoever, not even herself. With so much self-mutilation one would think she grew numb to the pain, but that is not the case. She simply has no regard for her own sense of preservation. Unnecessary self-sacrifice, physical martyrdom for no reason other than convenience turned into an obsessive habit.
She looked around at all of the barren corpses scattered around the battlefield, some slashed, others ripped apart and some ripped open. “Let’s have some fun shall we? This is taking too long.” She inhaled a weather balloon’s worth of air, multiple loud cracks bursting from her ribs, and exhaled over all of the bodies in her range. Slowly but steadily they began to rise again, still completely in tatters. This spell is normally only effective on objects, but what is a dead body other than that, an object? However, these did not walk like a classical zombie or the typical ravenous strut of ghouls. They moved almost like levitating, as if a childish spirit were holding them as toys.
Flying like uncoordinated dummies, they were propelled forwards, coincidently in the direction of her fellow servant, just as she turned her head to the witch’s location.
However, not even a spot of blood was spilled on the holy woman, for they flew past her, crashing into the horde behind her in a storm of loose limbs and confused bites from both the regular and airborne ghouls. In addition, several stones had also been hit by her breath, crashing and neutralizing several other monsters.
Perplexed, the golden lady stared at the witch and she replied with a look that seemed to imply the words “You’re welcome."
Only when all of the ghouls were subdued Baba Yaga would actually let the bodies hit the floor.
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Post by godfreya on Oct 16, 2015 14:03:46 GMT
"Foul hag . . ."Godfreya glared at the Caster class servant as she faced her. Blood from the ghouls that were sent flying to her side were scattered on the ground. Though she wasn't hit by them, nor was she particularly concerned of that, it irked her for a reason. It was not her way of killing the ghouls but the medium she used to kill them. Although Godfreya had never truly accepted the fact that thaumaturgy plays a major part in this time and to her summoning, it was still something she will never fully acknowledge. She also disliked science afterwards but not to a tremendous degree like thaumaturgy. Accepting their importance is a jest to Christians. Because thaumaturgy is a heresy to mankind's Faith and science has been a blasphemy, although has its significance to mankind's innovation, she still despises the fact that it tried to prove God's existence. "Blasphemy!"She whispered. Magic and science are both ridiculous. Only God can create something from nothing, especially life, as He was the one who gave life to each and every living being. Only God can improve a human's living as He was the truth and the live, the absolute and omnipotent Light, which would pave way to Humanity's salvation in the form of the Messiah, Jesus Christ, so long as the Faith of humans never wavered. "You have proven yourself the disgusting hag, haven't you, vulture? Not only your ways but your mediums as well. I can imagine people in your time trying to kill you."This world, upon waking up from her time, had never fascinated her. What made her relieved was she could still feel the Faith of humans even in this situation. That was the other thing apart from her mission to God and her faith to Him that kept him going to defend this land. The mission to serve Him and protect His creations, to put her Faith into action and to uphold the Faith of others as well. This was her way of living. To Serve, to protect, to fight and to live for God. So, for her, witches or magi who devote themselves for a blasphemous way and dream to reach escape from a world governed and created by God is preposterous.
"I told you, didn't I? That I shall cut you once this is all over. I seem to have advised you to repent but I can feel you have no interest to do so. Very well foul hag. . ."She raised her golden sword over her head and position her body. Without flinching, without hesitating and without any slow movement, all her limbs was put into motion in high-speed. She leaped her body towards the old witch and raised her sword to behead her. That was the most appropriate way. To judge a witch of heresy would be to condemn her to death either by the gallows or by stoning. However, Godfreya didn't cut the witch and she didn't planned to do so. . .not yet, of course. What she slashed was a pair of ghouls who, miraculously and surprisingly, survived her attacks a while ago, and slashed them apart, making sure this time that they are permanently dead. "Take this as a warning, Caster."She addressed the old witch while her back was against her. She waved her sword in the air to scatter the blood taken from the ghouls into the ground before sheathing it back to her scabbard. It seemed the ghouls in this area were finally exterminated. Unfortunately, it would definitely not last forever. Ghouls will definitely migrate here to scavenge. It will continue unless the evil that caused all of this be stopped. However, that is for another mission. For now, the objective has been fulfilled.
Godfreya looked up into the sky and gazed at the hellish sky. It was truly sorrowful and unfortunate. She prayed in her heart that God would not cry a sea of tears because of this crisis. For His Garden, due to His children's faults and the evil's contamination, have been destroyed. She knelt on the ground, clasped her hands, bowed her head and closed her eyes for a deep prayer while still maintaining the vigilance and attention to the heretic woman behind her.
"Lord, Father in Heaven, I thank You for allowing me to serve You once again. I pray that You give me guidance to this world. I pray that You empower me with Your blessings. As I oath to raise my sword for Your Kingdom once again, I pray that You pave the righteous path for me. And for all of this, to what You have done and will do, I thank You from the bottom of my heart. Amen." |
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Post by Baba Yaga on Oct 23, 2015 13:24:14 GMT
For an instant, the witch flinched when the holy woman lunged in her direction, a drop of sweat dripping from her face. It has been long since she exhuded any fluid out of natural reaction rather than magical volition.
As Saber turned her back on Baba Yaga, in a rather dramatic display of pity, the witch sneered, offended and relieved at the same time. As much as she despised acts of "heroic" flaunting, in this particular case she was not going to prolongue the taunting any further. She is not one that relishes in a battle field or a dueling spar, a direct confrontation was not in her wish list. She is a lazy fighter, either overwhelm the opponent or avoid the fight altogether.
However that may be, if there is something the witch enjoys is to rip apart the convictions of strong willed individuals. She witnessed countless hunters attempt to slay her, all of them with the same arrogant confidence. Such an attittude was extra delightfull to see drained from their mangled corpses, slowly fading from their eyes as they whispered their last breath or forcefully escaping in the midst of desperate screams. Seekers of gold, glory or revenge break easily. Those acting out of faith however, they are a special breed, a quite resilient one. As the holy woman began her prayer, a mild burning sensation began twitching on her skin again. Heat does not affect her nor is she at all vulnerable to disease or rashes of any kind. It is truely the other servant. "How annoying..."
Scratching the back of her neck with her claws, Baba Yaga noticed an important detail her quarreling with each other and the ghouls made them both miss. She felt a very faint tingling in all of her body, a slight pulse of lightness and energy. Although the sky was covered with ashen clouds and sick orange glow, she knew that night had fallen. The witch feels at her peak during the night, the lower the visibility, the better she feels. Even if unsubstancial in terms of mana, it gives her some peace of mind...
"The twenty minutes needed have long since passed, Crusader..." She adressed the other servant in a low hoarse tone from afar, but it was enough for her to hear the witch. "Since, for now, the ghouls are under control I believe it to be time to part ways. This land has yet to show me what materials it has of worth, and i know they are near. I will remain here for a just little longer, but i take it you've had enough of the scenery..."
With a piercing blow, she jammed her sharp nails around her eye socket. Removing her left eye as carefully as a crow pecks a corpse and held it in her hand fo a while. It slowly began to swell to the size of a baseball and floated away from her swiftly. Perhaps this scout will be proven much usefull than the last. At least it is airborne. Besides, the witch was interested in seeing if her concotions could remain in this timeline if she was no longer present. She had never dabbled in these type of affairs, who knows what one can discover, even with such a tiny endeavor...
By the time it took the holy woman to respond, her empty socket had already been regenerated.
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Post by godfreya on Oct 24, 2015 10:40:20 GMT
"I've had enough of being under this scenery along with you."Godfreya answered as she stood up while never facing Caster. She finished her prayer just about now. She had conversed with God and had received His message to her. She now knew with utmost confidence what she should accomplish in this world. She gazed at the burning sky with her azure eyes. Just like hell. Just like what she saw that day. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. "I will make sure that this will be saved."She whispered to herself but it was loud enough for Caster to have heard her. Suddenly, a weird sensation was felt in her body. It seemed her time was finally up. She looked around and witnessed the carnage she and that witch had done. Of course, there was nothing gratifying about this. They never fought with honor in this battle. It was a fight of extermination. Godfreya despise these beings and most of all, despise what had transpired here. "Suit yourself, foul hag. I shall be heading now. The next time we meet. . ."She addressed the witch as she fired a short glare at her before contacting Chaldea to pick her up. This was her first mission and probably her last with the witch--unless Chaldea would tease the both of them in making them a pair. Truthfully, she had no idea what was in their minds pairing up contrasting individuals together. "Honestly."She murmured to herself as she slowly walked away from Caster.
OOC: We need 2 more posts. Sorry, my mistake on the count. I thought we are at 10. |
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Post by Baba Yaga on Oct 28, 2015 23:24:17 GMT
As Saber moved further away from the witch, she sat down on a pile of rubble, her eyes closed and arms gently placed over her legs. She looked halfway between an old wise woman meditating and a corpse in weird rigor mortis. The foul stenches she emitted at any time leaned the scales over to the latter option. Her familiar gave her a stunning view of the desolation, one she was observing from behind her thick eyelids.
The wretchedness of this location was both cathartic and annoying at the same time. The lack of people was a boon, the tainted air felt like home, but the intense sensation of instability was beginning to get on her nerves. Besides, she seemed unable to find anything useful.
“A land this devastated and still not a single unique item… a lost magic fragment, remnants of a powerful beast, nothing… Just ghoul flesh. Of that I have plenty…”
Tired of waiting, Baba Yaga grunted and got up, releasing rather disgusting gurgling noises from her stomach. Since she could not sense any particular energy besides hers, the Crusader and the environment, she decided to call Chaldea for retrieval. She would have other opportunities to visit this land.
In these last few minutes, as she wandered and scrambled through the wreckage she noticed a gleam in the dirt. Crouching near a collapsed pillar she picked up an object that looked remarkably… intact. It was a small doll covered in soot, a little creature whose eyes glistened, reflecting the dim light of the surroundings. It had no magical energy whatsoever, but the amount of emotion this thing held was insurmountable. Baba Yaga was not one to understand good feelings, but she knew all too well of the bad ones. The small ragged puppet reeked of panic. She inhaled deeply and smiled with sick satisfaction. “Maybe this trip hasn’t been in vain after all… ”
She stored the final gathered item inside her shoulder, the jaws closing with unusual delicacy.
Her body began to glow in the turquoise shade of Ray Shifts engineering. While that happened, a faint, high pitched mumble echoed from the debris, subtle movement displacing a few stones. She wasted no time stomping it down until it stopped. She’s had enough of ghouls.
If she had listened prior to acting, she would have heard the small call for help…
Not that it would have changed her reaction.
As soon as she faded away from this time and place, the familiar floating in the sky burst into crimson, mixing with the toxic fluid that now flows in the river.
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