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Post by King Atlas on Nov 4, 2015 7:26:04 GMT
"Bullshit!"Yep, Atlas was in a bad mood. Then again, he was usually in a bad mood. He hated the dorms. Absolutely hated them. Hated being forced to share living space with other people. That was the one thing he didn't really mind all that much about holding the skies. Sure, it was unbearably heavy and each day it felt like the last of his strength would leave him, but at least he had alone time when he wanted it. And right now, Atlas wanted alone time. He wanted Atlas time. And he couldn't get Atlas time. Because whenever he wanted to be alone, there was always someone there. Whether in the dorms, in the mess hall, even out in the snow. So naturally, as one who could easily create his own home, completely functioning, he tried to get the okay to establish Gemma Crystallum outside when he wasn't at work in the field. He claimed that it would even save them power and that there would be no need to worry about him in the Russian cold. He was told no, on account that they didn't "want to show favortism." That it would open a gateway and if one Servant could get their own place, then that meant all the Servants had to get their own place and that would be "too expensive." It wasn't like there was anyone else who could conjure something like him. Even then, Caster class had to have the advantage in something.To be honest, he'd been fighting with Chaldea for a while on this. He hadn't always had access to Gemma Crystallum true, but Atlas wasn't one to mess around. The moment he had it he wanted to be able to set it up and had tried to get it okay'd well in advance. Of course, that'd been denied, he expected that. It still pissed him off, but it wasn't the cause of this particular outburst. No, he had come back to get something to eat. Only to find the fridge was empty. As a Servant he didn't have bodily needs but they were good luxuries, dammit. Now, Atlas was left standing at the fridge, door wide open, nothing inside to eat. He really fucking hated living in the dorms. tags: @open notes: welp
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Post by emiya on Nov 4, 2015 23:56:46 GMT
“How did I get roped into this?”
Rooms in Chaldea had regular service requests that had to be filled by cafeteria staff according to the requisitions department. It was the policy to have all occupied rooms stocked with certain basic products, eggs, milk, cheese, and the like, whether or not they put in a requisition order, as a courtesy.
And the cafeteria staff just couldn’t let me cook, could they? I wasn’t proper staff...I just occasionally showed up every now and then and helped with the cooking. But apparently, everyone had been so terrified about restocking a certain individual’s room that the ability to fob it off on a Heroic Spirit was like a beacon of hope to them.
“I guess it’s just not my lucky day.” I sigh, knocking on the door. Helping people...when did I get this soft? “Meal service. Open up.”
I check the door, and it isn’t locked. Pushing it open, I take the food on a tray, and walk inside. Suddenly, the air grows still, and my eyes grow wide. I knew that my life was in grave danger from the moment I saw who it was.
At the very least, I wasn’t mad at the cafeteria staff anymore. I probably would have done the same thing, though a little warning would have been nice.
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Post by King Atlas on Nov 5, 2015 6:05:53 GMT
Atlas turned his head to see who was being so rude as to open the door without knocking. Not realizing of course, that the person had knocked. He'd just failed to hear it. Of course, the moment he spotted the red coat, the white hair, the tanned skin, it felt like a punch to the gut. The air left the room and the stillness of death settled. Time seemed to absolutely freeze. The Hunter had been summoned, and so had he? Which Heroic Spirit was he? You know those times when you just happen to bump into someone you knew but haven't seen in ages? You just happen upon them by coincidence and it's all "hey baby, goddamn you look fine. Time ain't done shit to you, baby. How about you hit me up and we... 'catch up', what do you say baby?"This was not one of those times. A thousand thoughts passed through Atlas's minds. Memories of a night when the gates of hell opened. Atlantis burning, slags of it sinking into the ocean. Inhabitants dead in the streets. Warriors who fought unlike anything he had known had been sent to kill him. A red coat, flashes of black and white, and a midnight black bow. Atlas fought to the bitter end, he could proudly say that much. But here was one of those who had been responsible not only for the fall of Atlantis, but arguably someone who had killed him. Atlas had long ago decided that "he killed me" was a pretty valid reason to hate someone. It didn't take long. Not even a second. Atlas was fast. There were others who were faster than him. That was a simple truth, but "not as fast as a Lancer or an Assassin" didn't exactly mean "slow as hell." But almost like a blur he was in front of the man in red, crouched slightly and throwing a punch towards the man's solar plexus with all his titanic strength. He figured Chaldea wouldn't mind too much. So long as he didn't kill the guy or anything. He could probably repair a few damaged walls though. Or maybe replace things if he started throwing shit. A small price to pay for trying to suckerpunch a guy out of his room. tags: emiya, @open notes: "servants gonna servant" as david put it
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Post by emiya on Nov 5, 2015 6:45:31 GMT
From the second I saw who I was facing, I knew I had about one and a half seconds before I would be under direct threat. King Atlas, former Titan and the King of Atlantis. Possessed of inhuman strength and speed, I was as clearly outmatched as I would be against a fighter like Arturia or Cu Culainn, if not more so.
When I was summoned by the World, that had been a different story. I had been given strength and speed equal to the task of bringing the warmongering monster in line. His desire to prematurely end the Age of Gods through a resurged Titanomachy, and his means of actually accomplishing such a feat, put mankind in mortal danger. As I recall that incident I had been summoned to, doors in my mind close heavily around what I did after I put Atlas down. Such things...didn’t bear thinking about.
I make a splitsecond decision...one that was probably stupid. I devote a half a second to placing the food down on the cart carefully, and with a quick movement as I dive to the side to avoid his punch, I push it away from us. No sense wasting good food if there was a way to avoid it. Still, it placed me at a disadvantage, I could have avoided his attack while still maintaining a solid stance if I simply allowed it to fall. Hopefully it’s not something else I’ll eventually regret.
I can see the destructive power in his fist as I narrowly avoid it. My armor would barely cushion me from a blow, and I’d undoubtedly have broken ribs, if not damaged organs. Such a blow might even have damaged my spiritual core. As frightening as ever. He’d need to be very careful until this fight comes to an end...he couldn’t afford to mess around, even with as much prana floating around as Chaldea had.
“Calm down, King of Legends.” I quickly judged that feigning ignorance wouldn’t be an effective strategy...he clearly remembered me enough to try and put me out of commission for days. “You’re not acting rationally.” He could hardly blame Atlas for being filled with rage, he certainly didn't approve of the Counter Force's methods either. But did he really blame me -specifically- for what happened?
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Post by King Atlas on Nov 5, 2015 22:11:40 GMT
For a moment, everything was calm. The assault was stopped. The Counter Guardian seemed content to try and play dumb, or something. Either way, the fight had not officially been started as that smug man in red never bothered to retaliate. Oh and he was smug. His mannerisms may have been polite but Atlas knew the truth. That man was mocking Atlas in his mind, he was absolutel sure of it. He wouldn't let this insult to his image slide, dammit! But for the moment, Atlas composed himself. His stance relaxed and he looked at the tray. Clearly it was food for him. Or at least it was now. He was stealing it for himself. "You're right. Slamming a fist in your face is beneath me." Atlas calmly spoke, taking the tray off the car and placing it into his fridge. He would return that later, and he didn't feel like taking the time to sort every single item into the fridge just yet. Plus it might be nice to have at least one thing in one piece for later. Calmly walking back to the cart, Atlas looked the counter guardian dead in the eye. Before grabbing the cart and hurling it at EMIYA with all his might. Yeah. Atlas followed it up by rushing at the counter guardian, throwing his fist at the man in red. Although this time, he added a little trick to it. "Γροθιά του βορειο ΑΣΤΕΡΙ!" Phantom images of his fist split apart at several angles, with now multiple fists all flying at him at lightning speed. Each one, though a phantom, would undoudbtedly feel very real. Of course, they were just a vanguard, an advance for his actual fist, which like before, was aimed at EMIYA's solar plexus to forcibly eject EMIYA from his room. And then things would heat up maybe. Atlas was right, slamming a fist in EMIYA's face was beneath him. Slamming a magic fist however, was fair game. tags: emiya, @open notes: atatatatatata
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Post by emiya on Nov 6, 2015 2:15:38 GMT
I couldn’t believe is. Did King Atlas really calm down after a simple reminder like that? That didn’t make any sense...if he was that calm and levelheaded, how could he have done something as obviously destructive as attempt to restart the War of Gods? I look up and get to my feet, when immediately, I realize that was just a feint. I dive out the door in as fast as I can, leaving behind the food cart and several of Atlas’ fist-constructs behind me as they phase into the furniture.
The immediate question I faced was: “How do I escape with my life without taking immediate, lethal action against Atlas?” Chaldea’s central processor seemed unmoved by the destructive force he levied against me, despite the fact that it could put me out of commission for a day or more. I can see the moves I need to make to avoid being struck...but sooner or later, he’d catch up to me, and I’d have to make the choice of fighting him, or being taken down.
Still...even putting lethal force aside for a second, he had a few tricks under his sleeve.
As Atlas flies in, I open the paths of my magic circuits. I don’t spend the time to do a more than cursory analysis of the projection, I just need something solid. The first thing that comes to my mind is my twin swords, and they’ll function. As Atlas himself flies in for me, I project them in the air, and have them fly into the soles of his shoes, embedding themselves in the ground. With any luck, he’ll trip, if not, then maybe I can hope he’ll be distracted as I begin to make my way down the hall.
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Post by King Atlas on Nov 6, 2015 23:06:40 GMT
Atlas was many things, but a klutz was not one of them. As the sword was thrown his way, he was able to deftly avoid being tripped. Of course, it did distract him for a moment to keep it from stabbing him in the foot or tripping him up, which of course, gave EMIYA a chance get some distance. He was already down the hall when Atlas exited his own room. This of course, did nothing to abate Atlas's fury. "No matter where you go, I will hunt you down!" He roared, uncaring who in Chaldea heard him at the moment. Not that it mattered, Servants handled their own beef. But the problem was EMIYA was now getting away. Atlas began to give chase. Of course, with such a large speed advantage, it wouldn't be that long before Atlas would catch up. But there was still the matter that he had to catch up or at least take him out before he made it outside into the general villa of sorts. Then any Servant who wanted to stop Atlas from gently roughing up the Counter Guardian could get in his way. He needed to at least take a shot before EMIYA was able to escape the building, but he would need something that could reach him. Well, there was an easy answer for that. As he rushed by each room of another Servant, his hand shot out to grab the doorknob, ripping the door open with all his strength. Then with that strength, he tore the door off its hinges, held it over his head, and with a roar sent the door hurtling like a javelin towards EMIYA's back. If nothing else, it would hurt like hell if it hit. Still, that took precious seconds. Atlas reinforced his legs with his own brand of magic and started the chase all over again. Still, he wondered just whose door he ripped off. tags: emiya, @open notes: wonder if the door belonged to anyone important
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Post by emiya on Nov 7, 2015 0:07:08 GMT
The hallway out of the building. It was right there. I could make it. Just around this corner, and I'd at least be able to potentially get some help from this madman. Still, that distance didn't mean much when my opponent was a master magus from the Age of Gods, with skill and strength to match the greatest of heroes
The fact that I was able to fight him on roughly equal footing was a testament to the strength of the Counter Force. Strength that, unfortunately, I didn't have right now.
As I was about to reach the corner, I heard a harsh tearing sound. Groaning, warping metal and a snap. It was clear he ripped something, most likely a door. I sense imminent danger. I couldn't turn back and look, but I could feel Atlas' projectile being thrown at me. Even if he was likely trying to merely wound, not kill, such a projectile could end me if it hit me straight on. I couldn't slow down to make the turn, he'd lose vital ground against Atlas, as well as the incoming door. But I also couldn't just run headlong into the wall, for obvious reasons. I was out of options...
So I improvised.
"Trace, on!"
In a second, I have my bow in my hand. If I had time to think, I probably would have used a different one. Atlas would probably remember this one, and simply make him angrier if he happened to notice it. But I didn't have time to think, my body was a pure, raw nerve, simply relying on my experience like an instinct.
I turn very slightly away from the turn, then leap. Landing on the wall, I push myself towards the open hallway for me to continue running...but the door comes for me. If I let it crash against the wall, I fall and face Atlas. If I jump, I smack into it, and it did Atlas' job for him. So, instead, I shoot.
Making the shot with a prana-charged arrow was effortless. As I leap into the hall without losing my stride, I see the explosion, as splinters fly and a dented, cracked door flies backwards at Atlas, as well as smoke from the explosion. Maybe that'd slow him down...I didn't need much, and that might just have done the trick.
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Post by King Atlas on Dec 23, 2015 9:30:52 GMT
Well, that didn't go like he expected. Then again, maybe it was for the best. He wasn't sure how much damage that door would've done to the Counter Guardian if it had nailed him dead on. Maybe it would have actually killed him, and that would've been a problem for Atlas. The Counter Guardian didn't seem all that impressive considering the other Servants available to Chaldea, but openly killing another Servant would undoubtedly be a black mark on Atlas's record, and he doubted Chaldea would understand what he considered to be totally valid reasons for trying to beat the Counter Guardian half to death. Still, when the door exploded, Atlas reacted instinctively. His arms flew up in front of his face to protect himself from debris. The door itself was absolutely no threat to Atlas. It could have hit him dead on in one whole piece and Atlas would've been able to shrug it off. What did not have A rank Endurance however, was his clothes. In this, a whole door may have actually been better, as the shards of wood slashed and cut his clothing. Which kind of sucked because he actually liked his bartender getup. He found it stylish. So when the blowback was over, and Atlas inspected the damage, he wasn't happy. His sleeves were obliterated, his vest was in tatters, his shirt was ripped, his pants were torn, everything was a mess. He himself was completely unharmed, but his clothes...! And to make it all worse, the Counter Guardian had managed to gain quite a bit of distance from that one. All that coming together was just too much for Atlas. EMIYA's only warning would be a roar of fury as Atlas started the chase once again, bowling over anyone who got in his way. "THESE CLOTHES WERE MY FAVORITE!" tags: emiya , @open notes: bravo, emiya
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Post by emiya on Dec 23, 2015 17:21:45 GMT
The distraction seemed to be effective, but it also has the effect of making the Atlantean even more angry at me. While that was the last thing I needed, it was fairly unavoidable considering the circumstances. Simply avoiding getting myself beaten within an inch of my life was probably enough to drive the madman to anger, but if he was going to take offense at clothing damage in addition to it...well, I probably wouldn't die if I failed to get help, but things were certainly looking poorly. Fortunately, I'm able to burst out of the hallway, and into Chaldea at large.
And as my luck would have it, it seems relatively sparsely populated. Of course.
I keep running. That's all I really can do at this point. I need help, and evidently I'm not getting it in the residence halls, so my next attempt will be in the main compound. Perhaps an unusually large number of Servants were being Ray Shifted? In any case, getting anyone to help turn the tide against my assailant would be a huge help. As it was, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to keep up running longer than Atlas could...as a Servant, I had a lot of endurance, but it wasn't unlimited. And certainly not on the level of a real hero from the Age of Gods.
"Help!" I call out as I begin running down Chaldea. While there weren't many people, there were still service workers. While most would simply follow the general rule of Chaldea, that "Servants would be Servants," Hopefully someone will recognize the work I did and signal for help. That's what I had to believe, because things were looking progressively bleaker by the second.
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