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Post by Natasha on Mar 27, 2016 7:06:38 GMT
The snow; the great outdoors – of reality, for once, too. It was refreshing; teasing old memories in Natasha’s mind… it seemed strange to act like it was something so new given she spent so many years surrounded by it in Chaldea’s walls; but she didn’t get many excuses to go out into the mountains like this. But, for the Russian, it was a lovely thought… or maybe that was just her stereotype talking. In any case, the blonde was rugged up warm despite all the obvious jokes she’d gotten regarding her current weight and her duty – not that she minded that much given her bizarre sense of pride. A thick black parka sat upon her shoulders, while her preference for skirts was replaced with proper hiking pants that matched her top. Of course, she could hardly get away without being properly prepared; having a pair of goggles and a similar beanie on as well… no matter how many times she was assured of the grandiose nature of Servants, she had little faith in their interest in protecting her.
They was already a few hours walking out from Chaldea itself, having gone for an early lead given the Servants would surely have no trouble catching up. One would imagine her disability would especially stagger her on the mountainside, but the way the wind whistled around rocks and cliffs made it all the more easy for her to feel her surroundings instead… and besides, even someone with sight would certainly want to be tapping the ground ahead of them, so having her cane was hardly a setback. On similar missions, she had reason to sulk over the physical activity involved, but here in the cold it simply seemed fitting to her. Mm, maybe she ought to drag along Ai next time she had such an excuse…
As the Servants caught up to their unlikely Master, they would probably recognise the unpleasant mana she bore – since her operation with Atlas and Mordred the lady’s corrupted state had only grown more noticeable; though the magus herself definitely didn’t mind. It was pleasant; making regular indulgences all the more fulfilling; but she hardly believed all this insistence about magic taint in the first place. Thankfully, her altered mana would hardly be enough to corrode her magical compatriots with her contract; but it would definitely be noticeable. Thick, muddy, and intoxicating… it might not be too wise to overtax their connection to the Master, unless they were keen on meeting a similar fate to some of their less heroic comrades. One had to wonder what would become of the blonde if she were to connect with one of them…
Amongst the gentle snowfall as she trudged down the side of another hill, Natasha had to wonder just what they were intending her to find – the good doctor was always such an eccentric guy, so he could be just about anywhere. And if he wasn’t even on security footage… ah, well, maybe one of the Servants had just turned him to ashes or something. They always had been a nasty bunch. But, that just made her worried… out here, with a band of untrustworthy monsters behind her. The higher-ups insisted that they relied on their mana, but in Chaldea they hardly seemed to mind… what if they just turned around? That troublesome man from her last mission could easily have killed her to finalise his deranged assumptions… but this wasn’t worth worrying about right now. The poor doctor… yes, she had to focus on the dear right now. Hopefully he hadn’t ended up another casualty of poor mountain-climbing or something…
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Post by Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa on Mar 29, 2016 18:27:53 GMT
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Another figure soon came bounding over the hill. He stopped at the top and used his hand to shield his eyes as he looked around for his Master. When he spotted her just below his face lit up with joy. He began bounding once more, leaving only small impressions in the snow as he went. His clothing covered the majority of his skin, but it was clear that it was not suited for this sort of environment. His large collar and cloak flapped with the wind that blew around him. He had hair as white as the snow and his eyes didn't open even when he made exaggerated motions to emphasis he was looking around.
"Maaaaster~" Heinrich spoke with light, enthusiastic tone. It felt genuine yet fake. Perhaps he felt excited about something but it wasn't this situation, or he was relieved to find her but wasn't one for such emotions. It was difficult to tell. "Miss Pajari, you had the operatives worried when you left early, but I had confidence you were more than capable of handling yourself!"
He performed a small hop and appeared to be floating in the air as he performed a small circle around Natasha. It was a simple spell he learned long ago. It wasn't something significant like he was truly capable of defying gravity, but altering the buoyancy of key points around him did the task just as well. He had a small smile as he made a semi-circle around her before landing to Natasha's left.
"If you need anything Miss Pajari do not hesitate to ask me," he stood roughly three feet from her, keeping on the edge of personal space but still within social space, "I have many spells at my disposal that can make a trek through the mountains a little easier, such as lighter steps and resistance to the cold."
Heinrich turned around to look behind him, "Of course the offer remains extended to you two as well-" He paused as he realized they were not directly behind him. He had forgotten that he had rushed ahead when he found Natasha's mana signature. He wasn't any better about encouraging sticking together than anyone else at this point. Not that he hadn't done so for his own selfish reasons, he had wanted a bit of alone time with Natasha for a while.
He turned back toward her, gazing at her closely, but looking beyond her as well. He had sensed something odd in Chaldea a while back. Servants were sensitive to the composition of mana, especially so for those of the Caster class. Heinrich had become accustomed to feeling oddities in the mana of Servants. The radiance of those with divinity, the rage that was so thick you could basically grasp it in one particular, even the clearly blackened and corrupted of another. However, he had sensed a blackness from one of the humans. It was like a curse, but was something different. It intrigued him, but with so much mana floating about, mingling together, it was nearly impossible to pinpoint the source. Sometimes it would become more noticeable while others it would all but disappear.
How surprised was he when he was recruited to go find a missing person and the signature left Chaldea and moved further away into the mountains. He had found what he was looking for, and upon closer inspection she was even more peculiar than he had anticipated. He had insisted to be tied to her as an anchor under the pretense that locating her would be easier. Another ulterior motive. He had cast protection on himself long before locating Natasha. Something akin to a filter. It would cleanse mana of any impurities including clinging magic or emotions that might hope to infect. It allowed him to sample Natasha's mana in small doses like a enthusiast sampling his wine. Rather, it would be a more accurate analogy to compare Heinrich to a chef attempting to discern the various components that made up a dish they were tasting. He wanted to know more about whatever affliction she had gained. If he knew that such things existed in the 'Fuyuki' place missions were often carried out in, he would have worked harder to see it.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" His tone was subdued compared to his earlier enthusiasm with a hint of concern. However, something deeper lurked behind the outward display. A sadistic curiosity. It was if his very existence rode on the answer to his question. A crossroads in fate, where life may be drastically different depending on how she would respond. At least, he felt that way about it. PHARAOH LEAP.
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Post by Judas on Apr 2, 2016 8:14:49 GMT
Looking for a person...like a dog. He never thought that would be his first mission here. According to the reports he received, this particular doctor, who was there when he was summoned, apparently had gone missing. To be honest, with such a cramped up a place and as secluded as this was, he never thought it was possible for someone to go missing. Searching would have been better for Servants with familiars, not someone who preferred doing things behind the shadows. But, maybe Chaldea has something in mind? Well, among the Apostles, he was the best when it comes to gathering information....even before being one of them.
Walking deep within the thick leave-less forests of this winter barren land while wrapped in several layer of thin clothes that were quite closer to rags. His eyes were hidden deep within a thin hood-like rag but one could discern that they were empty while gazing only towards the path...focused only to where he was going not to anywhere else. Sounds of fluttering wings and footsteps were heard going away from him. They were all moving away from him....as if fearing him. But it was actually a bit different. Though he did not manifest as "All the World's Evil", he was still that man "Hated by the World as the Betrayer", thus after death and until now and forever more...he has and will ever carry that curse.
While it was a requirement to work with teams in doing these missions, the aforementioned problematic curse will definitely make it a bother for him. To add to that, he was never that person who was so eager with associating himself with the masses. He was and still after all the silent guardian, a watchful protector..a dark knight....or that was what he had hoped to become. With that in mind, he decided it was for the best to work alone. He was after all an Assassin. Even without a strong prana supply from a master, he doesn't consume that much of prana compared to other Servant classes.
He found himself in the middle of a clearing. He looked around before deciding to sit down. He pulled a bladed weapon out of nowhere...from deep within his thin clothes probably...and stabbed it on the snow beneath him. After stabbing the weapon, he closed his eyes and entered a trance. He entered the so called "world of Spirits", a glimpse of the spiritual realm granted by his unique skill, Spiritual Healing, which he learned from his friend who bestowed the thaumaturgy unto them.
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Post by Thaddeus Adeodatus on Apr 3, 2016 4:25:23 GMT
Thaddeus had examined the records thoroughly to confirm that he was, indeed, being sent on a mission with the one named Judas Iscariot. A traitor confined to the deepest bowels of hell, forced to suffer for eternity, the one who sacrificed the very savior of his religion now walked the halls of Chaldea free, his presence bound to a hatred that transcended the human. Thaddeus was not disgusted, nor particularly outraged, for there is no point in bawwing like a child, and there are many Spirits who shared a roof with him whose origins lied in evil, too, yet the Christian was... curious, perhaps, to meet the man that had brought their savior to his death.
According to his file, Judas, or at least this Judas, had sold his friend and leader in a selfless bargain, a tragic misunderstood hero, yet still, what makes a man able to sacrifice the son of God on such a whim? To not consult with him, to not ask of him his wisdom in such a plan?
For once, Thaddeus didn't rule this line of thought as meaningless, but sadly, he still had a mission to attend. A key staff member of Chaldea had gone missing, the fool apparently having decided to wander off alone in the snow. Briefly, the man of faith considered the possibility he'd been trying to run away from employment. After all, how do you convince someone to abandon family and friends to work in the middle of the snow? 'You help save the world' might be well and good a motivation for a man such as himself, but most humans were more selfish than that.
Thaddeus was known for his nearly masochistic tendencies when dressing for the weather of Russia, yet for once in his life, he hadn't opted to go shirtless or for a short-sleeved thin-fabric linen shirt. No, lo and behold, Thaddeus Adeodatus had chosen a long-sleeved thin-frabric linen t-shirt. With the sleeves rolled up. Oh well.
The crucifix beat around his chest as it dangled about, his running pace causing such bobs even with its remarkable, nearly robot-like stability, like something one would see in a Terminator film when one of the executor androids runs after a car. With flawless technique his boot-clad feet trod the snow, yet even in the deepest freshly-fallen mounds he left no footprints. Using light bursts of his Propagation spell, pushing the sole of his feet off the ground on contact, gaining considerable speed as a result. In no time, he'd caught up to Judas - apparently busy stabbing the ground, enraged at the world he'd presumed - and the other Servant. Stopping to a halt as mechanically as he'd journeyed there, the way his body simply killed all momentum to stand upright and composed was simply disconcerting to look at.
A stray wave of Propagation spread too far, catching the mana signature of the other magus in the area. Thaddeus felt his heart skip a beat.
Corruption, of a type he was unfamiliar with. It shared some characteristics with the taint that lingered around Fuyuki, yet it had somehow... adapted to her form, perhaps even accepted it, not necessarily malicious like the mark of a demon's claws upon one's souls but not enlightening like the touch of a benevolent spirit. Whatever this was, its aura managed to offset the strange rings from Iscariot's own, and that much was noteworthy in its own right.
"I can scout ahead alone." His skillset was the most suited for finding stray mages, and she needn't his help keeping both Servants anchored to this world. Removing the cross from around his neck, Thaddeus held it by the prayer beads before enveloping it around his hand. "If you find any traces of his presence, please notify me. If allowed a hint of his mana signature, I have a Dowsing spell with an acceptably large range."
He wanted to end this mission quickly.
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Post by Natasha on Apr 5, 2016 17:18:04 GMT
Natasha gave a gentle smile upon hearing the voice of her Servant, pleased to hear that at least some of the Servants were happy to be of service – it was a nice change, hearing someone who fit the title for once. ”Such a gentleman. Well, I’m glad you did believe in me in any case. My weight might not inspire confidence in my fitness, but I can assure you I can take care of myself. I suppose it’s a Russian thing, mm hm~!” chirped the blonde, continuing to gently tread along; ”I think I shall be fine; so spare your spells for any kind of trouble. This should be easy, but let’s not pull any punches if things go bad, no?”
As she walked onwards, she would recognise the approach of her fellow Master – it was odd to be working with another Master instead of another Servant, but it was a welcome ally… humans were a bit more reliable than spirits in her mind. He had a lovely voice, too; so she hardy minded. ”You and Mister Caster are welcome to scout ahead; I’m simply here as your mana battery after all. Allow me to take care of you, alright? It may seem odd to ask such a thing from me, but you are welcome to ask me for a mana transfusion anytime you like, Mister… Adee’olatus, wasn’t it? And don’t get nervous, I can assure it’s nothing too base, ahahah.”
Ahead of the group, a series of ravines ran down the mountains – murky pits of sheer rock that stuck out like scars across the landscape; and grim reminders of the kind of fate that the Doctor might have met while left to his own devices out here. Thankfully, they were quite wide; making it easy to tell where they ended even beneath the snow that lay upon their ends… but, any of them could be the new lurk of the missing suspect of Chaldea. Thaddeus and Heinrich would need to bring out a bit more than basic scouting work for this situation.
In the meantime, Judas’ spiritual clairvoyance would give him little results – Natasha, Thaddeus and Heinrich would no doubt appear in his vision; alongside the occasional other soul out in the wilderness… but most were merely Chaldea maintenance workers. Something more intensive than his variation of second sight would be necessary if they were to find such a needle in a haystack as some scientist in the midst of the huge mountain, it seemed.
”You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?”
The comment earned a malicious gaze from Natasha, with a prideful smile – what a thing to say to a lady, honestly. She just couldn’t let that go. ”Yet they say I’m the blind one… do you have any other complaints? Or, if you'd like, I could show you something wonderful instead...” remarked the Russian coolly, eyes narrowing… ah, another one of these hero types? It was probably natural among Servants, but… it really did piss her off. She was feeling hungry, though… maybe she could make something useful of this one. ’a terrible fate’… it was supposed to make her shudder, wasn’t it? But right now, it just felt mocking… her fate was hers alone, no one else’s!
Once again, they were trying to take away her future again…
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