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Post by Alter Jeanne on Nov 8, 2015 13:39:41 GMT
As they walked into the small tunnel, noticing the quietness on Arturia and how she would restrain her words so much was simply delightful for Jeanne. All of a sudden she stopped for a moment just to express disgust and in a way to fight back Jeanne's humiliations, even after she said “I pity you” this just fueled her amusement more. Having such a volatile toy in front of her that would be ready to explode at any moment, being able to mess around with her and play with her until she broke fueled her evil thoughts even further. Arturia was just that person she was looking for, that someone that she could mess around with, torture and humiliate without breaking so easily.
“You pity me now? HA HA HA!” Her laugh just audible enough for the 2 of them and anyone else that would be in the small tunnel. “You really are something! Ar-tu-ri-a ~” The way she spelled her name with pauses in an humiliating tone just to provoke Alter and push her to her limits, unfortunately for her, both met the end of the tunnel in front of a ladder that led downstairs.
Arturia didn't even think twice about it, she jumped off and ignored the ladder completely, not like it really matters for servants. Jeanne's face in the other hand was back again to be annoyed and irritated, even if it was just a few seconds she wanted to mess around with her toy forever. Jeanne walked a few steps back and then followed Arturia, jumping down as well and falling close to her on her feet. “You know, Before you even t-” And before she could finish her speech, she noticed Arturia wielding her Excalibur as in prepared for something. Was it finally the moment that both of them came to blows? No, she realized why almost immediately, the place they were in was surely not normal and certainly not empty. It was not a moment to play around and before gaining her composure from the fall and preparing her lance, she lost her balance. Her eyes widened at her own mistake and while trying to gain composure she crashed with Arturia who was very close to her. Luckily for the 2 of them, the hit was not strong enough to cause any damage and the ladder behind them served as a good support to hold the 2 of them.
Jeanne's eyes softened and the grin on her face appeared again, this amusement, this evil smile was not caused by her small moment of clumsiness but by the position both of them were in right now. Looking for a strong support to gain her composure and after crashing on Arturia, she realized she was now holding her tightly against the ladder, facing down the tyrant with her yellow eyes. Such a weird if not disgusting view for others it was not something that mattered to her at all.
“My my, I allow you to be my serf but you fail to support me and now you're trying to take advantage from this situation?” Her words clearly disguising her own mistake and was now making it all look as if it was Arturia's fault. Her grasp on Arturia tightened enough to not let go but comparing forces if she resisted enough she could set herself free from it. Her eyes staring directly into Arturia's as she exclaimed in a low tone this time “Could it be that you actually schemed this to happen? How shameless of you! Hahaha!”
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Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Nov 11, 2015 9:01:07 GMT
Saber Alter let out a soft, almost disgusted sigh when she heard how Ruler Alter pronounced her name in such a teasing manner. However, she ignored the provocation as she kept heading forward towards the end of the tunnel before jumping off.
Even as Jeanne landed around her at the ground of the main chamber and had her sentence cut off for whatever reason, Arturia was focused on the unknown presence to even pay her leader a notice of attention. But even her steel focus can be cut off when the Saint displayed an act of clumsiness, and the King's eyes widened in surprise as the other girl crashed into her, shoving the smaller girl's body against the ladder, the back of her black armor making a clang sound as it impacted against the ladder, which wobbled from the force of the collision. "W-What!?" The tyrant gasped out in surprise. Initially, she thought that the French Maiden was actually attacking her, but it turns out that it was just a loss of footing on her teammate's part. Her golden eyes tried to look beyond the situation and even beyond the other blonde's face, scouting if this unknown enemy would make its move; she can still feel its presence clearly. But yet, she cannot focus her attention on the enemy. Her eyes instead remained fixated on one spot: staring straight into Ruler's own golden eyes.
Why? Why can't Saber just ignore this girl? What is this feeling inside of her that she just cannot understand? It always come up when she is interacting with the other girl in almost any manner...
What makes this other Alter Servant the focus of her mentality and her senses whenever the King of Knights even pays one single attention to her? Is it because of her desire to fight her?...
Or is it because of another reason that she cannot describe yet?...
It was then that Arturia would realize how Jeanne was holding her and pressing her body against her own, forcing the smaller girl to be sandwiched between the Saint's body and the ladder. Her lips parted for a moment, as if she was actually speechless at such a scene, but her staring eyes did not waver from its position. Seeing her leader's face almost made her stomach churn with a horrible feeling, knowing that the French Maiden was enjoying it too much. And the British Tyrant's face quickly turned into disgust once she realized that single fact, her golden eyes finally moving and looking to the side; anywhere but at the Ruler's face.
"Tch..." Once again, Saber Alter clicked her tongue in annoyance as Ruler Alter had to spew out these far-fetched accusations. They were so far-fetched, it was just... bad. "Say what you want. I'll look by your horrendous facade just this once so that I won't have to see your true feelings for me, Jeanne." Yes, she ended that statement with the girl's name in an emphatic tone. But despite making her stance clear, Arturia strangely did not push the girl away. She would have if it was any other person in any other situation. But once again, something about Jeanne just makes her not want to do it. Even her arms relaxed, the grip on Excalibur softening, and in this strange sequence of events, her focus on the unknown presence just disappeared. What's even more embarrassing is the King's eyes actually looking back at her teammate's face for a single glance before looking back to the side, and she would do this repeatedly, as if she was trying to see the other girl's reaction to her statement!
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Post by emiya on Nov 13, 2015 1:42:01 GMT
I could barely comprehend what I was seeing. They were...playing. As if they didn't have a care in the world. And, to be fair, perhaps they didn't. Perhaps they felt no sense of urgency, no endlessly droning sense of conviction that all but demanded they keep moving forward, keep working, keep fighting for the sake of those that needed them to. Perhaps I was holding these darkness-tainted Servants to too high a level, the level that should be reserved for those who claimed to be heroes.
I turn around. I've seen enough. I chose to do this as an unwanted favor for a friend who did not need nor desire his assistance...but it seems any threat is either not present, or delayed long after they feel safe and alone. From here on out, Arturia would need to fend for herself. While I didn't doubt her capability, it still rubbed me the wrong way. Not for the reason leaving Arturia to herself was difficult when I was a child, but a simple annoyance at an inability to repay a debt that was equally not remembered or cared for.
I run back to reconnoiter with Percival and Astolfo. Now that I have a solid idea of where the Altered Servants are, what they are doing, and am confident they are in vanishingly little danger either from foes or from each other, the only task left to me is what I was assigned to do. I reconsider the map...it would be confrontational, but they could save a great deal of time by all heading back through the Alter's shortcut...but angering those Servants would not be a good idea. Best to get the mission done painlessly.
I'm not the fastest Servant, not by far. My running is faster than what humans are capable of, but it still takes me time to make it back to the other Heroic Spirits. Still, it's not too long before I find them, they are not overly quiet and the cave is not as large and intricate as it could be, especially with my knowledge of the layout. I raise my voice, to let them know it's me and nothing to be concerned about. "Apologies for slowing you down." When I make it to them, I find them not moving. "Is there an issue? Are you lost?"
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Post by Astolfo on Nov 20, 2015 15:51:25 GMT
His own sense of adventure had given him the hint that the tunnels were certainly the more exciting matter at hand, but Astolfo was still let down to have his suggestion of a game shot down so hastily. Frowning sulkily, the boy just shrugged along with Percival’s fiery little speech; although the guest appearance of a ghost regained his attention in a hurry – soon the pink-haired hero was sitting happily before the knight, watching the show intently; and even giving a little applause at the end of it. "Wow! Just like Roland! Even the blunder at the end was spot on!” cheered Astolfo, jumping back to his feet. "Okaaaay, let’s move out, then; mister hero! For the hopes and dreams of everyone, and the good of all the kingdom! Hurrah!”
Percival’s question would slow Rider back down again, though; leaving him tilting his head to the side in thought as he worked out a decent answer – he hadn’t actually played the game himself, so… what did he say? "Well… from what I saw, it mostly involves a lot of slapping and yelling, but… it looks fun! I know the rules, but I have-“ begun Astolfo idly, only to be cut off by the appearance of a certain red-cloaked hero – Archer would be met with a beaming smile, waving happily again to the man. "Heya again, Red! Do the other two need babysitting, or are they just having a picnic somewhere else?”
Scuffing the ground idly upon being called out on his hesitation, Astolfo just gave an idle shrug to Archer. "Naw, we were just a bit worried about the rest of you. Would be awful if we were waiting here when it turned out the rest of you died somehow, right?” chirped the boy, uncharacteristically morbid but in as good spirits as ever about even that subject; "Honestly, I don’t think there’s a thing out here that could scratch a Servant in the first place; much less kill one. Just seems kinda like busy work doing stuff like this… but, that’s fine too, don’t you think? I like to be a little hero sometimes. Um, aside from being a bit short and such; I mean.”
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Post by Percival on Nov 20, 2015 21:17:18 GMT
Percival beamed at the praise, though he could admittedly do without being compared to someone else. Or having his blunder recognized for what it was. Or even brought up at all. But that aside, he truly loved getting the recognition that he believed a knight deserved.
"I don't know about this Roland guy, but there's only one Sir Percival!" he said, attempting to refocus the praise upon himself. That train of thought was abruptly abandoned when Archer made his return. Percival couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at his observation; since his departure the two Riders had covered surprisingly little ground and now were standing around in one spot just talking. He was glad for Astolfo covering that with her excuse.
"Well then guys, let's get a move on!" he said, dashing off into the darkness of an unexplored tunnel, only at the last possible second remembering his sword and snatching it up off the ground as he passed it.
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Post by Alter Jeanne on Nov 21, 2015 23:34:31 GMT
What Jeanne started as a game would now have quickly escalated to a point where both servants were now as close as holding each other, even Arturia's reactions would fuel her desire to tease and play with the so called tyrant more and more. The way she acted, the way she took the situation and not even fighting back built some weird feelings inside of the dark servant. Happiness, excitement, amusement and something else that she couldn't describe. If it was Jeanne's choice, she would keep Arturia in her arms forever just to get more of that pitiful face printed in her golden eyes. Her grip on the other servant tightened and she pulled herself even closer, this time with her right hand she gently placed it on Arturia's chin and moved it so both could face each other. A moment of pure silence invaded the chamber, it was now the two servants on their own facing each other but not saying anything at all. Jeanne's head was now moving unconsciously and almost like if she knew what she was going to do, she didn't even fight it at all... All of the effort and time spent put to a waste when a hostile sound broke the silence.
“Tch...”
Her face was now showing disgust and her angry eyes were now aiming to her left. She held her standard tight with her right hand, leaving Arturia's face and with a quick motion, she jumped off the other servant, now facing completely to the left of their position just to witness 3 ghouls ready to attack them, 5 more to the right and probably a few more in the front.
“WAY TO RUIN MY FUN! NOW YOU'LL PAY!!!”
It was clearly seen, Jeanne was really angry. Unlike other servants, Jeanne's tolerance is not really the best, even so it's safe to say that the wrong word can piss her off to a point where she can aim to kill you. In this case, the ghouls ruining her precious moment with Arturia was more than enough to light up the fire in her heart, a dark fire that would teach them a lesson... if they were to survive to tell.
“DIE!!!”
Jeanne's madness made her look almost like a berserker, she held her standard downward like a lance and quickly dashed forward, piercing the first ghoul in sight through the chest but she was not done just yet. Anger mixed with the pleasure of battle was clear in her golden eyes, the joy of killing and the way of making it a beautiful art filled her with delight. The Ghoul now trapped in the tip of her standard was just perfect for her, she spun around 4 times before using the ghoul as a deadly missile towards another one that was just running her way, both colliding and being pushed away by the monstrous strength of her. Jeanne was now laughing, not a normal laugh but an evil laugh of a psycho, of someone that enjoyed slaughter. Carelessly, the last ghoul was pretty close to her, aiming for her back with his hands but Jeanne is not clumsy enough to let her guard down. Using just the back of her standard, she pushed it back, hitting the ghoul in the stomach, just enough to stop it and then turning at it, the motion just fast enough for her to slash it and tear it in half from right to left.
“So, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna do something useful? Eh?! Arturia!”
She exclaimed, not only looking at the servant against the ladder in a pitiful way but also taunting her. Killing the ghouls would be too easy for Jeanne but more than easy she would get bored of it, instead, watching Arturia do so would be more entertaining and amusing for her to tease her further. With her guard up, she was now waiting for Arturia's next move, still aware of the number of ghouls she couldn't care less about them.
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Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Jan 1, 2016 1:48:50 GMT
Arturia realized that Jeanne was serious about this.
Sooner or later, her shifting eyes started to become focused eyes, staring directly into the other Servant's pair of golden eyes. That focus intensified when her body was pulled in even closer with the grip on her body becoming tighter. What brought her focus to the maximum however, was when Jeanne grabbed her chin and forced her head to face forwards. Despite her eyes being so glued onto the other Alter's eyes, the tyrant knew that the Saint's head was approaching closer and closer. Her lips unconsciously started to part, opening up for that eventual 'seal'.
"Why?... Why!?... Why can't I push her away!?" Arturia screamed these words in her mind, unable to comprehend the feelings within her. It was not a life or death situation, but it is still a significant situation for her to heavily take consideration of.
But then, a sound.
It was a sound that signaled danger and hostility, but for Saber Alter, it was a sound that brought her a brief respite regarding this matter. Quickly, her mind focused on the enemies before them, and it turned out that they were ghouls. As soon as Ruler Alter jumped away, the other Alter Servant would slowly walk towards the right, her grip on Excalibur tightening, and the dark prana within surging up, surrounding her body like a dark fog.
"Silence." Firmly said the former King out of annoyance. Unlike the French Maiden who enjoyed slaughtering her foes, Arturia preferred to finish this with utmost efficiency and steadfast focus. She desired a strong opponent, but she knew at first glance that they were not the ones that will entertain her. Thus, bringing the dark sword to her left, she swung forward with a backside swing towards the right, unleashing a slash of malevolent prana that sliced all five ghouls of the right side in half, the ghouls themselves dissipating into its dark energies that signaled their demise.
Afterwards, Arturia charged to the left, swinging her blade one-handed to the right to dispatch a ghoul that was located at the front. "You're in my way." She said in a dark tone and narrowed eyes as she ran towards her destination. That destination was Jeanne. When she was near, Arturia would raise Excalibur with two hands and swing downwards in a vertical strike, the strike imbued with a burst of dark prana, trying to strike down the dark Saint. "You will give me my fight, now." It was not a betrayal, but a demand for a fight. Her patience couldn't take it much longer. If she continued to remain as she is, she will not only suffer more humiliating orders and taunts, but she will also be confused with this feeling that she has towards Jeanne. Therefore, it is best that she indulges in what she craved for desperately.
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Post by emiya on Jan 4, 2016 1:33:10 GMT
I laugh at the effeminate Heroic Spirit. "A picnic...that sounds about right. They certainly have no need of our help. Checking up on them is actually something I would advise against...though it would lead to the fastest resolution to our mission."
A hidden passageway. A way to reach the end of these twisting and turning caverns without trouble. However...the Altered Servants would be as great an obstacle as any enemy they might find. There was killing intent in them...that could be directed at anyone if they were disturbed. It was a frustration, but there was little I could do about that, except try and guide the others around it.
"Does anyone else remember the way? It seems my memory was slightly foggy...I thought there was a passage that apparently is not available to us." I do not lie. Servants cannot lie, at least not directly. But that path was certainly one that would not be available for those who actually have the desire to complete the mission, not when it is the quarreling ground of two unbalanced Servants...especially when the one I thought might have been an ally seemed as willing to ignore my presence as possible.
As I follow Percival and Astolfo, I hear rustling in the cave. It could be many things, from simple harmless bats, to the scrape of bone on stone, to the simple step of a truly dangerous foe. "Be on your guard." I warn simply. Nothing else was required."
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Post by Astolfo on Jan 4, 2016 21:37:40 GMT
"Y-You don’t know Roland? He’s the best knight ever! Most of the time! Except when he’s insane! Then not so much!” replied Astolfo hastily to Percival, blathering on like always as the trio darted along – maybe they ought to actually use their mounts at this point, but a hippogriff in a tunnel seemed like a disastrous idea. Wasn’t Percy a Rider? Though, he might just end up dragging out a dragon or something… probably best not to pry, for once. ”Don’t worry, Red; I remember the way… uh, can anyone else here those crashing noises, though? I think it’s gonna be more than just beetles, somehow…”
Glancing around as they ended up doing another lap of the tunnel (not a very tough job given the agility of those involved, but tedious all the same), Astolfo would finally take notice of the tunnel the other pair had broken through, now that their noise highlighted its direction. "Whoo, secret found~ The others must’ve gotten ambushed and dragged in here instead… we should have noticed earlier! They could be in big trouble! Their picnic is surely ruined!” announced the little hero with as much energy as ever – perhaps even more, given his determined expression… his fellow heroes – well, heroines – were in need! He had to act!
Suddenly halting, the pink-haired heroine would heed Archer’s warning and finally draw his sword – perhaps to the dismay of his comrades, given its bland nature, but like that would ever stop Astolfo. "Hurrah! The thrill of the fight beckons! Onwards and upwards, ever triumphing as knights forever will! For King and Country! Err, more likely Kings and Countries in this situation! Maybe, at least! Viva la France in particular, though!” cheered the knight eagerly, far from bothered by his usual blathering sending his battlecry all over the place – though perhaps the pair of Alter Servants they were closing in on would not be as appreciative of the boy’s theatrics.
Astolfo at least attempted to charge on through – his smaller size made it a bit easier to slip through the small tunnel, but the boy hesitated upon being met with a ladder… yes, this was his time to shine! Recalling vivid memories of the action movies he’d watched with Roland, the hero knew exactly what he had to do! Grabbing either side of the ladder, Astolfo tried the iconic slide down the ladder… and promptly fumbled it; falling down the rungs with a chorus of clangs and yelps before ending up as a heap of pink and white at its base… well, heroics aside, at least the Alters would get a bit of a show.
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