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Post by Chaldea-san on Feb 13, 2016 22:19:17 GMT
Continuation of
The torn metal walls and floor have created a crater where the server room was located. The entire floor is now burnt wreckage, and Chaldea personnel are tending to whatever wounded they find, hoping that the next body will still have breath in it. Panic reigns and no one is quite sure what happened. More and more agents arrive to the scene confused about what they can do to help.
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Post by King Atlas on Feb 13, 2016 22:32:09 GMT
Turns out locking those two in the Counter Guardian's room might have worked out in their face. That place was absolutely safe. So unless one of them was stupid enough to blow away the slab, and unless somehow a Caster good enough to remove one of his barriers came along, they'd be in pretty good shape. No need to worry about whatever fresh hell had just taken place. But whatever. Oh, he had forgotten. He supposed they could blow a hole in the Counter Guardian's wall and whoever was unfortunate to be the neighbor of said wall and get out that way. But that would be rude. Yet here Atlas was, at what was effectively Ground Zero. "First Servant on the scene. I'm good." He mused to no one in particular. The agents were panicking but they were also panicked about something. He had come to terms that Chaldea administration was incompetent as hell, so the idea that something went wrong after the explosion posed no real surprise. Besides, what was the worst that could come out of this. Still, he looked all around those gathering the wounded and watched his hand glow for a moment. "Anyone you find still alive bring them to me. It's not my specialty but I know some healing magic." He issued out a command. Not that he expected them to listen, but whatever. And really, some for a Caster would still be pretty impressive. Really, part of him wondered what was going on, but another part just chalked it up to Chaldea being incompetent, as he had earlier concluded. Normally he'd be worried that someone he liked was hurt, but he didn't know anyone here, at least not enough to actually like them. Summoning his Trident, Atlas used it as a walking stick as he calmly strode amongst the ruins of the room. Whatever caused it would come to light soon enough. tags: @open notes: woo post
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Post by Ashwatthama on Feb 13, 2016 22:55:13 GMT
Really, all Ashwatthama was looking for these days was a little peace. After his last venture into the murky depths of the past, he had decided to take a small recourse from missions. Not to treat his wounds per-say, but to steel himself. After all, returning from such a mission wounded was unacceptable. The things that infested the past were inconsequential, compared to the foes Ashwatthama had faced in the past. Almost insignificant in comparison. So why had he been wounded? Simple, he was out of touch. He was not giving it his all, and that was unacceptable. So shortly thereafter, he'd underwent a process Chaldea referred to as "Ascension." The results were... interesting.
Where his mind had been a motionless lake before, he now found himself wrestling with waves of anger every so often. He had perhaps underestimated the side effects of taking on the mantle of Berserker so easily. Still, he was no raving lunatic or insane warrior, he could maintain his composure the same as he did before, provided he spent some time every day meditating and focusing on his mental clarity. All it took was a little peace and quiet at a time each day.
Peace was hard to find these days.
As the walls of the structure shook and groaned around him, Ashwatthama found it incredibly hard to concentrate on what he was doing. Something was clearly wrong. It took very little deductive skills to affirm this belief when he left his room, and found people scrambling to and fro, rushing around the institution and screaming about what had just happened. An explosion of some sort, apparently. Which was far too troubling, since this was supposed to be a relatively safe environment, away from the dangers of their missions. For a tragedy like this to happen here, in the heart of Chaldea's operations, did not bode well.
While he did not adopt the frenzied pace of those around him, the Indian Archer did make his way to the scene of the explosion, examining the charred crater that used to be the server room. He tried his best to ignore the scramble of the delirious and the efforts to aid the wounded around him; While a Guru could be of some help in medical expertise, there were those better suited to it. Should none of worth step up to the task he would provide what aid he could, but in the meantime it seemed a better choice to gather whatever information he could from the blast site, before the entire area was crammed full of people.
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Post by liz on Feb 13, 2016 23:11:12 GMT
Being summoned again and yet this time with no "master" in front of me to greet me properly?! Where are my master's manners? and most importantly, Where am I?...
"Ugh..." My head is spinning, I still can't get used to the whole summoning ritual and to top it all, no servant waiting for me to help me out or give me the attentions I CLEARLY deserve. Un-be-lie-va-ble! So what now? Do I have to do things by myself again? Tsk... It's not like this is a rare thing to do now... But whoever my master is...
"HEAR MY WORDS IF YOU'RE HIDING FROM ME YOU WORM AND I FIND YOU... I WILL KILL YOU!" Fuf... If they are still around then I'm sure they will get the message!
"..." Ugh, My mind is spinning again but this time for other reasons "............" Ugh, that makes sense now and of course there wouldn't be anyone waiting for me... But if this was a special summoning... then that means... I AM FINALLY RECOGNIZED AS THE SUPER STAR THAT I AM!
"Hahaha! Of course, I, The #1 Idol in this world would be summoned this way!" Ahhh, the feeling of being alive was really delightful. "Worry not my fans, I'll get to you soon and please you with my beautiful voice once again!" But wait, another problem yet reaches the surface... There's no one around which means nobody would know that I am here... ughh what to do, what to do?!
"GOT IT!" But of course!, if I find the right place here to make my entrance, I'm sure my fans will notice me and come right at me to greet me! fuf, I'm a genius! But w-!
-The sound of a explosion filled the room she was in as the tremor from it shakes the ground beneath her-
"W-w-what?! What's going on?!?!" Just what in the world is happening now?! Was my summoning that strong?... Wait, then that means they can't wait no more and they're already waiting for me!?! "Waaaaait! I'm comming!!!" Hah-hah-hah! Just how more do I need to run to reach the place they're waiting for me?!
-The trace of smoke was the best lead for her to follow-
"!!! That's it! This kind of smoke only means that my entrance room is close by!"
Hah-hah-hah! I made it! -And so the pink Idol appeared through the smoke from the other side of the room just to encounter some strange faces, yet, with her eyes closed she exclaimed with energy- "My dear fans! It is no one else but me! Elizabeth Báthory!" Ah, the feeling of being back on stage and soon the fans yelling out my name~ "Please forgive me for making you all wait for me! Shall we start the concert now!?!" It was perfect, it was brilliant! The best entrance any idol wouldn't have imagined of perform and I did it! Now let the praises come!
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Post by Brynhild on Feb 13, 2016 23:29:04 GMT
As she prepared for facing off with her beloved once again... hell suddenly broke lose. The beautiful grass landscape turned into a stale, large room that crumbled in itself, as fountains of fire and curse broke over them. Brynhild did not have time to try and understand the situation. She did the only thing that actually came to mind. The only thing of importance that she'd have to ascertain in a situation such as this. To protect the one before her, the one courting her, the one loving her. Terror broke out and her divine mechanism told her but one thing. "Protect your hero from an unworthy death." So without any doubts in mind... she acted.
Brynhild threw herself over her lover, as the inferno broke over them, barely finding the time to cover herself in protective runes, feeling a shark pain run through the back of her upper thigh. Yet she would not let go, never... she clung to Mordred, his armor feeling hot against her own, sending heat through it, as she pressed her cheek down on his head, clinging closely to him, as she covered the smaller person with her body. Another wave of pain struck her back, momentarily sending her entire backside on what seemed to be burning like fire... yet she did not notice any real structural damage. Alas... there was no helping it, she'd take a wound. How awful of her...
The cacophany of roaring flames subsided as quickly as it had gome and Brynhild could feel a part of the ceiling leaning against her back, as she'd sought to create a small gap for herself and her lover. Yet when she tried to push it off her back, her left leg started hurting... badly. A molten piece of debris, riddled with a substance she could not define had burried itself through her left thigh, just below the buttock. The leg felt almost entirely incapable of movement... nor could she simply heal the wound. Gods... such a ridiculous situation. Here she'd been enjoying herself in a fight with her lover, never suffering a wound... and then -this- managed to pierce her in the only place not properly protected by her armor.
"My apologies Sir Mordred... it was my own fault, please think no lesser of yourself for it." she murmored quietly, her voice tense with pain. She just wanted to assure him that he would have landed a much more severe wound on her had he just pushed. This... this had been her own doing. In no way had the explosion surpassed his expertise, his power. Not even nearly... even now, even now... with his shattered arms he held himself so much better than she did with something as laughable as an impaled leg. Alas, she considered it a stroke of luck that it had not struck a hand-width higher. Otherwise she would have died of embarassment... although... she'd likely have to wait how and who would attempt to heal this matter. Oh... no... Wincing and grimacing for several reasons at once, Brynhild hugged Mordred closer to herself and let out a resignated, a little winey sob. "I am so sorry, my love... don't be mad, alright Mordred?" caressing his head with her fingers, she just kept half-sitting half-squatting there, bleeding from her rune covered leg.
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Post by Thomas Edison on Feb 14, 2016 0:35:28 GMT
Well. This wasn't accounted for. Edison had ventured out to meet the rescue party, but had instead been greeted by hallways filled with smoke. The room behind him quickly filled with the soot, making the possibility of finding his way inside, let alone locking it again, nonexistent. "Are you in here? Can you hear me?" He wasn't very loud. The smoke stopped his voice from getting very far, and even if he spoke, it resulted in the smoke filling his lungs, making him cough. Fortunately, he could feel the presence of Servants, which meant that he could make his way through the building by following it. Theoretically, anyways. In practice, that would likely result in the worms adding another researcher to the menu. 'Some rescue party...' He thought. Edison was not one to get frustrated, but he had just given up safe refuge in vain. On the other hand, if there ever was an opportunity to escape, it was this one. After all, if the worms weren't able to sense vibrations thanks to the smoke and rumbling, they wouldn't be able to detect him. A separate partition mused that this could actually solve the infestation. If these worms required humidity the same way regular ones did, the smoke would pose a problem for them. For now, he'd simply have to leave it up to chance. Though he would have preferred to retrieve an invention that would have allowed him to see, the current circumstances prohibited him from doing so in a timely manner. Thus, Edison walked through the halls, hoping he wouldn't bump into one of the creatures, every so often enduring the smoke and calling out to see if someone from the party was still around. Perhaps they had left already. Eventually coming upon the group of Servants, Caster felt both relief and concern. Relief at being surrounded by people who could actually hold their own in a fight... and concern at just what they were saying. "There's giant worms, explosions, and the building looks like it's going to fall apart. I really don't think this is the time for a concert." - .... --- -- .- ...
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Post by Baba Yaga on Feb 14, 2016 22:28:57 GMT
In her light-headed mental state, the witch lost her bearings completly at the tremors, tumbling over in a cartoonish way and hitting her head on a wall. In a jolt, she regained her balance and stared menacingly through the smoke, growling in a general direction.
Nothing like an explosion to sober up in an instant.
Thankfully, the people in the room were either dead or blinded by the soot-screen. How damaging to her reputation such fall would have been. Not to mention the mean drunk she was, but she wasn't even taking that into account.
The worms were screeching due to the singed air that filled the room. Rage instantly filled her, helping her next spell come into fruition and, taking the cue, she decided to take the mantra of "cleansing by fire". The skin of the witch began to turn of a spotted scarlet as she boiled all of the infectious materials out of her body. Patches of the burned tissue began peeling off of her as she treaded the wreckage at a madmans pace.
"RAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
Her screams come not only out of anger and confusion, but of actual pain. Her foul, self mutilating nature never gave her numbness to pain, she just hides it well. Being a masochist helps. But in this occasion, she felt the need to vent out verbally. Her heavy breaths burned her lungs in a way regular smoke shouldn't, but it's hard to ravage her organs beyond their current state.
Hell hath no fury like a witch enraged. It was such that not even the cries for help or the agonized screams were enough to calm her down. The witch was in no mood for laughs right now. Beneath her heels, stone, metal or people were irrelevant as she roamed the halls, blind with aimless frustration and smoke.
How dare they ruin her fun? Figures. The minute she found something entertaining, the damned sky falls down. Be it accident or sabotage, the people responsible for this are going to have a very unpleasant time the minute she finds out who they are. Setting all Hell loose without her. Unforgivable.
Amidst the chaos, she eventually came about a tall blond man, wielding what looked like gigantic fork, that was leaning on someth- someone, seemingly nursing them back to health by the faint fresh glow on his hands. He seemed calm and collected enough while people everywhere were frantic like ants in a smashed ant-hill. She had gotten quite close but still she yelled at full vigor at the lad. Her voice, due to the smoke was both muffled and made severely lower in pitch. It could be mistaken with a hoarse troll screaming.
"Young Man! Just WHAT is all of this!?"
As she stopped, one of her feet was stamping someones arm. They didn't seem to react so even if the witch had noticed it wouldn't matter much.
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Post by King Atlas on Feb 14, 2016 23:25:01 GMT
Well, he wasn't expecting this. One moment he was doing the right thing and working the hands of a healer, next there was some horrid monstrosity screaming right into his ear. He would've jumped ten feet into the air if he hadn't been so used to seeing monsters in his life. Instead, he turned and looked at her for a moment. "Pretty sure I'm older than you." He said, twirling the trident for a moment. No one could possibly not know about Poseidon's Trident. "But I appreciate the compliment." He added on. But that didn't answer her question. Seriously though, what the fuck is this thing staring at him. Atlas began to explain, holding his arms far out to his side to enunciate his words with actions. She might be hard of hearing. "Anyway big boom, possibly a bomb, people are in a lot of agony, I need you to step off that man's arm-- oh, you broke it and he's in shock now, good job." He looked down. He'd have to fix that in a moment. Some people. But really right now she was in the way and he needed her helping or out of the way. "If you know any healing magic you could--" And then he learned about another intruder, this one apparently thinking it was a concert stage. Rolling his eyes for a moment, he looked at the old witch. "One moment." And was off to approach the dragon girl. Elizabeth Bathory, the databanks of a Servant brain began filling in the rest. Just yelling at her to go away wouldn't work. He needed a more delicate touch. Besides, he could probably make some good out of this. Good for him. Approaching Bathory, he started talking. "Hi, Ms. Bathory? Wow, you're prettier than I imagined." Start with a compliment, and then he waved his hand around the room. "Anyway, this is the pyro room, we're sorting out an issue where for the big finale a pryotechnic dragon swoops in and you ride off on it. You know, something epic for the fans."Pointing out the door, he pointed in the direction of the living quarters. Specifically where he had trapped EMIYA and whoever else was stuck with him. "Anyway, run down the hall and you should eventually come to a door with a magic barrier, a do not disturb sign, and a stone slab. That's the stage. We wanted you to do a dynamic entrance so you'll have to go around into the room next to that and burst through the wall with whatever song you feel like singing. They'll just be happy to see you." Yeah he was lying at this point but really, some light could come out of this. Who knows, maybe she'd get in trouble with the Counter Guardian's neighbor. Or maybe the commotion had drawn them out of their room. The latter would be better, but he could live with the former. Putting on his best smile, he tried to send her off as best he could. "The fans are expecting your best after such a long wait, so don't disappoint them. We'll stay here and get the dragon working, don't worry about us, Ms. Bathory." Before conjuring up a piece of paper and a pen and holding them up. "Oh, can I have your autograph before you go?" Flatter the ego and get her out of here so he could go back to work. And maybe make the Counter Guardian a wee bit more miserable, if this girl's ego was for real. tags: Baba Yaga , liz notes: Liz, go here if elizabeth goes with it, there's room for 1 more; fatethesixth.boards.net/thread/534/knocking-devils-door-open-members
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Post by Mordred on Feb 15, 2016 7:15:45 GMT
As their fighting was interrupted, Mordred was aware that things were happening the second the room dimmed. Her instincts were razor sharp, and could immediately tell that there was something going on that needed the help of Heroic Spirits to resolve. And she would have pulled Brynhild along and gone to find out just what had the -temerity- to interrupt his glorious shining moment, his chance to win Brynhild's hand in marriage, when she was all but smothered by the woman she had intended to win.
Fire rained, but underneath Brynhild she could feel none of it. She struggled, trying to get her the hell off of herself, growing more frantic as she seemed to quiver in pain, trying to break the hold that would have shattered bones if Mordred wasn't as tough as she was. However...the fight was over, and so too was the effects of Mordred's Battle Continuation. As such, she suffered the full effects of a pair of broken arms, absolutely livid.
"Don't apologize! Get the hell off of me!" She shakes again. "What are you even apologizing fo...Brynhild, is that blood!?" Expending her last burst of prana that she had been saving for a final attack, Mordred forces her way out of the hold, ignoring the pain of using her broken arms at such force. Wounds healed. She could take it. Once free, she circles around to inspect the wound. "How the hell did this happen, Bryn? Why did you try to protect me? You're damn right it's your fault...sheesh...can you heal it?"
Brynhild's plaintive cry for her not to be mad cuts into the shock of the situation, and leaves her with mere exasperation. Sighing, she shakes her head. "I'm not mad...but if this wound is as bad as it looks and you're not just healing it, we'll need to get it taken care of by someone else. Human doctor or a Caster that knows more powerful healing magic than you. There's gotta be someone..."
She gives the valkyrie a hug, limited by the current state of affairs for her limbs. "Bryn...if you can, can you heal my arms? I can carry you if you really can't stand up...or if not, we'll manage somehow, but we can't stay here!"
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Post by liz on Feb 15, 2016 13:13:35 GMT
Just what's wrong with my fans? They all look weird and confused. Was my entrance too shocking maybe? -she stopped to think about it for a moment- Maybe there was too much smoke... or maybe I had to use my microphone to shake it off them... or ma- -her thoughts interrupted now by a stranger's voice- Who is this?... Oh but he's speaking highly of me so he MUST know me! "But of course my dear fan, it's only natural that I - Elizabeth Báthory, can look prettier in person that in pictures ~" -her ego now building up higher more than ever- I guess I was not mistaken after all, alright then! I shall give my fans what they deserve!! -the rest of what the blonde guy had to say meant nothing to her, as if he was speaking to a wall... Praise her and she will ignore everything else-
"EVERYONE! I'M GLAD YOU ALL MADE IT HERE!" -she yelled out loud, even while using the microphone on the back of her lance which made her voice even louder and potentially dangerous for everyone in the room and the building- "I WILL DELIGHT YOU ALL WITH MY FIRST SONG SO MAKE SURE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO!" And it's not even done yet, a concert is not a concert without the fans yelling out for my name and I cannot start a song if they don't at least beg me for it, after all, I am the superstar here!
"NOW EVERYONE! ARE YOU READY?!" Yes, come on yell it! "Yes we are!" I am more than ready now, just say those words and I'll let you all feel what heaven feels like with my voice! It is only the best I can do for I am a benevolent Countess and the greatest Idol in this world!
-Hopefully, someone will stop her from this madness before she gets the chance to summon her castle and destroy what we still have of Chaldea-
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