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Post by Natasha on Dec 15, 2015 6:07:17 GMT
As if her last mission wasn’t bad enough… now, maybe one could call her lazy or utterly unfit or something like that, but she really had to take issue with this assignment. Natasha heaved a haggard sigh – this was an awful situation, frankly. Climbing up a bloody mountain, and having to carry the stupidly big probe as well… was this some sort of pilgrimage? Getting up a mountain with a lava-lamp on her back? Honestly, she didn’t get why the Servants couldn’t just learn to handle the set-up themselves; that’d at least lead to less chances of getting killed by monsters. Alas, here she was… here they were. And so drowsy from the jump, too…
The road around Mount Enzou was anything but a sight for sore eyes, too; while the comparatively surviving forest alongside was at least pleasant, the view from the cliff of Fuyuki was… not quite so pleasant. The ruins spread across the land, the abhorrent river, the burnt remains of whatever plants survived amongst the cityscape… and the heat was only worse up high, alongside the smell – ash, remnants of smoke, and the familiar miasma of destruction… it was at least a touch thinner up along the mountain, but it was hardly welcome all the same. The road itself certainly didn’t look as healthy as the charred forest alongside it (and that was saying something in-of itself); rippled with cracks; with some asphalt chunks just outright missing. It was anything but an inspiring view…
…but, something in the atmosphere made Natasha feel a little better. Schadenfreude? Relief that her own time wasn’t in such a state? Or something far worse? She couldn’t tell, but she felt at least a little more comfortable in the midst of all her grumbling. And, well, on the bright side, she at least had Saber alongside her again – he’d done a fair job before. The other Servant? She had no idea about them, not a clue. Hopefully not some warmongering hog or egotistic slob. To say the least, Natasha had grown utterly cynical regarding Chaldea’s Servants lately thanks to their usual range of personalities… she was almost thankful she didn’t have many historical heroes of her own.
Deciding to take charge as quickly as possible as to avoid having an extended engagement like last time, Natasha cleared her throat with a cough as she placed down the probe with a crunch of cobbled asphalt, before turning to where her Servants ought to be. ”Now, attention, everyone! Our job is quite simple. There is a mana… well, let’s say a mana, err, ‘node’ near here; which we need to set this probe up on – and then we must assure the probe is left unscathed until it has properly scanned the position. It’s only a kilometre or so from here, so we shouldn’t have any concerns getting there.” began the lady, bringing out her telescopic cane and unsheathing its full length with flick of her wrist – though she was already missing her more sturdy, standard one…
”Please be aware that we mustn’t move inwards towards the mountain, however – that means the forest beside us – due to some… spiritual… messy, stuff. I’d assume you got briefed on this already, anyway. This is a bit of a rush-job, so we mustn’t tarry.” explained the blonde further; tapping the ground around her with her cane to comprehend her position – she could easily feel the wind from here, so it wasn’t difficult for her to align herself with the road and recognise the mountain’s edge. ”Do be aware that I am blind, if you haven’t been informed… but also please note that my prana, err, storage is sort of my strong suit; so feel no need to hold back around me. Though, admittedly, I would have liked a bigger dinner before al this… humph.”
Lost in her usual appetite-centric woes, Natasha took a moment before regaining her noble composure, deciding to have some fun – with a determined twist to her side, the lady stretched out her arm; pointing in the general direction of their path along the road - ”Let’s begin the operation!” ordered the lady sternly, a proud leer on her face… although it quickly dissipated. ”…Ah, that felt quite good. Alright, let’s be back in time for tea, please.”
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Post by King Atlas on Dec 15, 2015 7:36:14 GMT
To say he was happy to have his Trident back was an understatement. He really missed having it. In hindsight, he wasn't quite sure why he was summoned by Chaldea as a Saber, but it didn't really matter anymore. Sure, he had a sword, but he figured the Trident was a far more powerful weapon than his sword. Through the use of something called overtime, Atlas had been able to get himself ascended not once, but twice. Of course, he still had a bit to go before he was back to his level in life, but what could you do? Namely, you could keep working and work so hard that Chaldea would invest so much into you that you would become one of their most valued Servants. That's how Atlas felt anyway. He felt that the Servants that could stand up to him were less than five, and that he was easily Chaldea's most expensive Servant. That last one he held with much pride. But he had to keep working, and that was why he was on this mission; to help one of their masters in setting up a probe in order to discern what the hell was going on with all the mana. For this, he'd been paired up with a Saber, and with a blind woman. He'd quickly noticed that last part. "I would've never guessed." He dully remarked, hiding his sarcasm as he watched the cane tapping the ground. He'd really noticed it with her eyes as well. He himself had a cane of sorts though, using the butt of the Trident as a walking stick in his left hand and his sword in his right, decked out in his armor even. How useful. "Saber." Atlas spoke, continuing to use the trident as a walking stick. "What exactly, can you do?" He finished, not even sparing a glance. That probably would be helpful, yes. tags: Natasha , Mordred notes: woo post
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Post by Mordred on Dec 16, 2015 17:05:22 GMT
The path up the mountain probably would not have been the easiest to traverse for one outside of at least adequate physical condition. It’s no surprise that Mordred could traverse it easily, and requiring her to force herself to reign herself in to keep pace with her Master, slowly tapping the path forward with her cane. To think, she had to shepherd the infirm again...it would be especially annoying had she not had experience with Natasha.
Their last mission had been something of an unmitigated disaster, owing to the insanity of the Berserker-class Servant they had been cooperating with, Natasha’s inability to control it effectively, and the godforsaken jester’s inability to act for the betterment of the team. She shouldn’t be surprised, but it still left a black mark on her record that she felt bound to correct. Hopefully, this Servant wouldn’t be so utterly frustrating as the ones she had been forced to deal with before were…his question was admirable enough, at least, even if it was stupid.
“I am Saber. What I do should be self-evident.” Her words come out in a harsh bark. Saber was the most powerful class of Servant, but it also wasn’t the most versatile. Mordred was a wrecking ball, able to fight at a level where few were her peers...but beyond fighting, her uses were limited. “I won’t even begin to ask what your gross amalgamation of classes is capable of. Just so long as you don’t hold me back, I’ll be satisfied.”
With that, Mordred tosses her head back to Natasha. “I believe that will not be an issue. I’ll show you how effective I can be this time...now that there aren’t incompetents getting in my way.” Mordred was absolutely confident that would be reassuring, but whether it actually was could vary wildly. “Perhaps we should reconvene back at Chaldea later. My….dear friend...is an excellent cook. Once this insignificant little trip is concluded, we could eat together!”
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Post by Natasha on Dec 22, 2015 16:05:03 GMT
Rather pointedly ignoring Atlas’ sarcasm despite his efforts to make it subtle (she was used to that sort of thing, unsurprisingly), Natasha began her little march along the mountainside… albeit with the awkward pillar of scientific nonsense across her spare arm and shoulder. She really wasn’t built for this, but she didn’t want to look like a fool in front of her Servants; so she did her utmost to keep up her pace despite her worries about the landscape. Being blind on a mountainside wasn’t entirely ideal. Well, hopefully Mordred would be polite enough to catch her if she fell off or something. Besides, if she broke her leg or something then she’d at least have an excuse to be off-duty for a while.
”Your confidence is especially appreciated, Mordred. Let’s hear that sword sing, hm? That’s what they say in those old poems, don’t they?” mused Natasha to her unlikely compatriot – although she had something of a gentle disposition, the blonde didn’t really have anything against the knight’s brashness. If anything, it was refreshing amongst all the more talkative Servants and magus. There was nothing she hated like an ego… w-well, an ego that wasn’t her own! ”Cooking sounds lovely! Ah, now I’m fired up, too. Alright, let’s hurry on; both of you.”
While Natasha settled on something of a power-walk, she was internally full of worry – she didn’t exactly look like she was hurrying, did she? Would the other two get sick of this? Maybe she ought to just ask one of them to carry her? Err, she was rather heavy, though… and it’d be rather embarrassing for both parties. But, there was this awful hunk of scrap she was carrying, too? Ah… what a sorry mess this was. Oh well, even now it wouldn’t be far…
And indeed, as the blonde sulked to herself, the group would approach the point of reference for the probe… the area was as unremarkable as the rest of the mountainside, but the tainted mana made it certainly stand out to the Servants as they’d approach along the ruined asphalt. Even Natasha would feel its presence through her mutated circuits… it was unpleasant; like a muddy smog; albeit only to the spirit – like breathing… chocolate? Oh, she felt good again, now… wasn’t this stuff meant to be all nasty, though? Despite how her compatriots were likely feeling, the magus would only gain further spring to her step as they closed in on the location… well, hopefully they’d just figure it was because she couldn’t feel the stuff…
But, as the briefing warned, the group were not alone. From higher on the cliffs, amidst the forest they were warned away from, black shapes swirled – made from mana, or merely akin to it? The red eyes soon glinted like stars in the night sky amongst the dark smog that surrounded the little bastion the temple beyond had made; staring down at the newfound intruders. Like the wolves they resembled, the beings began to circles through the trees down towards the roadside… surprisingly defensive at this point despite their reputation, but they were no doubt simply preparing to pounce like the feral beings they were oft compared to.
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Post by King Atlas on Dec 22, 2015 20:28:02 GMT
Oh. Oh it was on. He had asked an easy question, asked a polite question to try and understand a bit more, but no, now this Saber was going maximum asshole. He even had the gall to insinuate Atlas would be the one holding him back, before calling his ascension a "gross amalgamation." How completely rude, how completely and utterly rude. If this Saber wanted to make this mission difficult, he would be more than happy to make her completely miserable. Not that they even needed two Servants, he could handle this whole thing by himself. "So namely, you just hit things with an object until they stop moving. Woooooow." He gave a sarcastic sign of interest. "Are you sure you won't be the weakest link here, Saber?" His gross amalgamation of classes, which she obviously knew about, was capable of anti-army, anti-fortress, anti-unit. Whatever he needed for that moment. Atlas had the balls to say that he was pretty sure he was the most versatile Servant Chaldea had. Though he had to admit, Muramasa was, to his knowledge, pretty damn versatile himself. Part of him was starting to wish he got Muramasa. He was sure that they could at least talk about magic and fighting and such. Still, there was something else he had noticed. Oh yes, they wanted to go he would have no problem with that. "And I noticed you hesitated on the dear friend part." To Atlas, that meant a small number of things. Either they were lying and they had no friends, which was totally believable for this Saber but would at most get a denial. Plus with Master Natasha's reaction to the Saber, she'd undoubtedly rise to Saber's defense. The other was that they were not exactly just a friend. That usually got a much better reaction. "Oh yes, I'm sure they're very dear to you. Whether in the bed or against the wall."He would've gone on, but the sudden mana influx was noticeable. He quickly forgot about harassing Saber. Looking at Natasha she seemed better. Right, the sudden burst of energy in Natasha's step made sense. This was probably great for her. It felt... ah. Perhaps it was a good thing that the other Servant here was a Saber. "This is a curse." He muttered. Suddenly he was quite thankful for his high ranked Magic Resistance. He was also able to pick up on the newfound baddies nearby. Right, then. "Saber. Stay here with Master Natasha."Χώρος The spell carried him, in one moment he was gone, in another he'd be hoping to intercept whatever beasts were about to attack. Or at least once. He was suddenly hoping that Saber could definitely do more than hit things. tags: Natasha , Mordred notes: let's get SHIT DONE D<
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Post by Mordred on Dec 24, 2015 0:43:53 GMT
Mordred took little offense at the Caster's description. It was accurate. "I'm glad you understand. Hopefully you realize what my job here is now, and what yours is." However, what he said next was enough to piss her off. Attempting to be a better knight or not, Mordred couldn't take a direct challenge lying down back in Camelot, and she sure as hell couldn't do it now. "Me? The weakest link?!" Prana surges in a wasteful display only viable because of the thick amount in the air, but quickly calms down. "Fine. We'll see at the end of this which of us ended up the weakest link." She grins underneath her helmet. "If you win, you're still invited to dinner despite being a rude bastard."
His comment on her 'friend' was taking things too far. "Hmph. That statement is accurate, I merely didn't wish to show off. The fact that you feel like prying into my affairs beyond what I want to disclose is...annoying. And I do not know how you handle annoyances, but I eliminate them." Mordred does not draw Clarent, but the threat hangs in the air...at least, until enemies appear.
"Fine. Try not to die." While normally Mordred would have ignored the admonition and charged at the wraiths, she held back for two reasons. First of all, she was trying to be more cooperative in general. The reason, and second reason, is that her previous team let Natasha down once before. That wasn't happening again. While it was everyone's fault but hers and Brynhilds that things went south on that assignment, she was -not- having two unsatisfactory performances. If the ascended monstrosity of a Servant thought he could handle everything on his own, let him back his words up.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 29, 2015 13:48:53 GMT
And, right on time, the Servants decided it was time to start acting like babies. She was having such a good time, too. Captain Ego sounded like a high schooler who was trying to hide the fact that his balls hadn’t dropped yet, while Mordred decided to play the edgy emo side of the ordeal. Good lord. These were the heroes of mankind. One was a knightly inhuman spirit that was already intent on getting laid, while the other was some asinine imbecile; no doubt with an ego to match whatever outrageous power he had. Who really thought this project was a good idea, with people like this supporting this ‘war’? Couldn’t they just use guns or something instead? With people with brains using them, preferably?
But alas, off went the male – Natasha could feel his magic; especially as it disrupted her lovely well of mana… such fun. She loved standing around carrying giant, heavy objects. At least butlers and maids got treated with some respect; out here she really was just a pack mule. Even last time, she’d just been a liability. What was the point of her being here? To give mana? Didn’t Chaldea do that anyway? And with this giant cloud here, too… ugh! She hated it! At least she got to go out and drink in this delightful atmosphere for a while. ”What a lovely day… it’s a shame about the company.” mused the blonde bitterly, to no one in particular – maybe Mordred would take it as an idle slander against the partner she’d shown very little care for so far herself; but in truth Natasha was really just cursing the entire place.
Continuing her march, Natasha finally set down the device – thankfully she didn’t have to worry about reading directions and the like in this case; with her bizarre circuits she could just about feel the right place for the sizable tool instead… trying to navigate with braille was not much fun. ”Alright, now… about ten minutes, and we’ll be done. Err, once I get this thing working…” mumbled the lady, once again talking to herself more than her compatriots – not that Atlas was in any position to listen in the first place. Running her hands over the controls of the machine, Natasha eventually found her bearings and got the thing whirring away; all kinds of funky radars and whatnot poking out and about… in the meantime, the blonde just slouched against the pillar; seeming exhausted by the exercise. Suffice to say, fitness was not her strong point.
As Atlas went launching straight towards the pack descending the cliffs, he would be met with a chorus of unsettling howls – well, maybe flying straight into the mass of shadowy hounds in the midst of their territory wasn’t the most ideal solution to the situation. Especially with all those notes on them being ‘extremely aggressive’ an all that. In any case, there was now a flock of black bullets heading for the ‘gross amalgamation’; their shadows seeming to sweep around the tall trees like water rather than any earthly beasts.
There were at least ten of the beings; but only seven headed for Atlas – the other were intent on protecting their mass of mana, feeling the presence of an obvious oddity near its centre… in seconds, they left Natasha’s hair fluttering with their speed. And yet – they swept straight by her. Instead, their natural target was Mordred; the unnatural intruder within their domain. The range of Shades attacked like fusions of beast and weapon; shadows forming serrated edges as they passed their targets, while shark-like fangs protruded from their wolfish heads – if they could even be called heads, with how vague their beings were.
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Post by King Atlas on Dec 30, 2015 0:00:19 GMT
It wouldn't be the ideal solution if you weren't KING ATLAS, FIRST KING AND OVERLORD OF MIGHTY ATLANTIS but that's exactly who Atlas was. Therefore everything he did was the ideal solution. Well, okay, that may have been an exaggeration. But only a slight exaggeration. Just slightly. As he found the beasts closing in, he noticed three of them run off. Well, he did tell Saber to stay with Natasha. So he considered this a chance for Saber to prove that they weren't the weakest link. Even though that was still the case, come on. Atlas was handling seven to Saber's three. Still, he figured the magic might be a bit too much, but he had a feeling these ten weren't the only ones around. Clearly the idea would be to flush them out and drag them towards his position. He could tell from a glance. As the monsters got closer, showing their ghastly forms, magic began to coat his blade, and as the creatures neared, he flipped the blade into a reverse grip and plunged it into the earth., uplifting rock from around him and sending a lethal blast of magic in a circle around him. He wasn't really concerned about the ten that were officially here, but he was starting to realize that the dossier had gotten a lot wrong. The dossier had said there were only four, but he had just encountered ten. Adapt to new information and react. They needed seven minutes of protection once they reached their location and he doubt that they had made it there yet. But the logic was obvious; the less creatures at that location, the easier it would be for Master Natasha and Mordred. Coating his blade in magic again, he aimed it to the sky in the direction of the forest, and fired. A beam of magic soared high, and then splintered, falling to the forest floor and blasting the earth. An act of war. He kept Gemma Crystallum at the ready in case he needed to call up his throne to gain an advantage, but he didn't think he'd need it. Not yet. All that was left to do was take his trident, and channeling his mana, light a strong beacon carrying the signature of his mana, his mana that had declared war on these creatures. The beacon flew into a sky and remained, acting as a flare. Hopefully if he was correct, it should lessen some of, or hopefully most of, the resistance at the location for the probe and make it that much easier for Saber and Natasha. tags: Natasha, Mordrednotes: he means well, but his logic operates on a different level
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Post by Mordred on Jan 5, 2016 23:15:56 GMT
Intercepting the spirits that seperated from the pack to attack the Master, Mordred all but vanishes, leaving a crater in her wake, as she attacks them. The actual process of destroying the creatures was simple, inelegant, and effective. It seemed the creatures were powerful enough that a single slash from Clarent wasn't enough to split it in two, but the resistance allowed her to use her prana to push off from the creatures, dealing horrendous damage to all of them. Then, wish a swing of her blade and an explosion of prana, a concentration of prana flies off Clarent, striking them all and finishing the job her first swings started.
However, it was clear that wasn't all the creatures, but it seemed that the other Servant, if he could still be called such at this point, was able to effectively dispatch his own foes. Good. She didn't like being held back by weaklings, especially those with the temerity to take the vanguard position over her. If he couldn't hold his own and dispose of trash immediately, then...a version of her who lacked her experiences in Chaldea might have killed him herself. In any event, she was glad that the companion she had was not only skilled, but, in spite of his bluster, knew his proper place.
"Master. Atlas is creating a diversion to draw the beasts in on himself." Such tactics were easy to spot...in her war against Arthur's forces, Mordred had made use of them herself, sacrificing pawns to lure greater forces into ambush. It was troubling that a heroic spirit of his obvious caliber would be willing to be treated as a pawn...but perhaps he felt that he could handle an unending amount of those beasts. She eventually settled on that idea. It wasn't as if they were difficult opponents, after all.
Noticing that Natasha had the device set down, Mordred blinks under her helmet. "Master, is the device in an appropriate location?" Considering the work, she could only assume so. "Is there anything I can help with, aside from protecting you?" Her struggles with the device were clear. "We must make every second of Lancer-Caster-Saber's diversion count. Otherwise, it will simply be wasted effort...but I likely do not need to tell you this." She trails off, looking back towards the forest. She's fortunate for the helmet and armor...she might have looked somewhat sheepish without it.
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Post by Natasha on Jan 7, 2016 6:58:06 GMT
Natasha would just frown as her skirt was swept this way and that by the Servants’ skirmishes – a tremendous blast from the cliff’s direction; and all that rushing about from Saber. Well, they were doing their bit, at least; as some flecks of dirt and leaves whistled around their Master; although the blonde couldn’t particularly boast of doing the same… well, at least that… Saber-Caster-Luncher-Dennis or whatever was going wild with his mana as requested. The feeling of the mana connection was a rather pleasant one for Natasha… although it did make her feel awfully hungry. Admittedly, most things did anyway… oh, was that ash in the air, too? Clearly someone was having fun.
Mordred’s words were somewhat drowned out by another clash from Atlas’s weaponry, but Natasha’s keener senses made up for the distraction… somewhat, anyway. Sneezing gently from some passing dirt thrown up by the Saber’s motions; the blonde just gave a slight sigh with an almost motherly grimace on her face. ”Err, I should be fine with the thingy here… it just needs a delicate touch and a bit of love.” called back the lady, albeit ruining her image a little more as she resorted to whacking the machine – that seemed to do the trick, at least; judging by some further whirring and whining from the device. ”I’m sure Mister Lancasaber is having a good time, based on all the noise. Otherwise, well; acceptable losses.” mused the lady, albeit more to herself with that second comment.
To be honest, the Russian could not sense their enemies at all; not even the threat of their presence – and by the looks of things, the feeling was mutual; as the beasts were intent on the Servants whom had invaded their little realm. While Mordred and Atlas would make short work of the beasts with their explosive outbursts; the scuffle would only spread the tainted mana through their spells and motions; attracting more Shades as the skirmish only grew louder and grander. The mixture of signals coming from the probe would only lead to more attention... well, at least it was only the smaller beasts so far, but it did seem like the cliffside was getting a bit crowded.
”If you feel like you’re lacking a job, you could make me some tea. The air up here is quite pleasant.” remarked Natasha jokingly, finding Mordred’s somewhat awkward tone oh-so entertaining; ”It’s a shame we didn’t bring any chairs. Perhaps you –“ Thankfully, the rest of Natasha’s slightly lewd joke was cut off by another explosion and some shards of asphalt; leaving the now somewhat dusty magus looking a bit put-out. ”You know, this almost seems like overkill.”
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