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Post by Izumi on Apr 29, 2020 1:10:14 GMT
With the rain finishing just a couple of hours prior, Green Park was quiet as it could be, since it was already night. The only thing that really stood out at this point was the fact there was an object sticking out of the ground. Now, it was at such an angle only part of it was visible and even then it just seemed like a stick or broken broom handle.
Everything seemed pretty normal otherwise, but there was a bit of movement seemingly under the ground near the stick poking out of the ground. A dull tone soon enough started to happen just next the the stick. The movement became more over about ten minutes as the sounds echoed through the area as the stick slowly pushed up through the ground until it was entirely out of the ground and revealed there being a blade. It was indeed a scythe, and as the movement stopped soon after the blade was revealed the sound ended soon after.
With the park quiet once again, the area around the out of place scythe embedded in the ground was almost serene as the scene could be. That was until a hand reached through the grass before it moved to look like the person it belonged to was trying to pull themselves up. After a few moments, and successfully pulling herself up, a fully naked Izumi sat on her knees and panted as the air burned her lungs. This was certainly something she didn't expect, on top of not knowing how this actually happened. Being a servant? Could goddesses be servants?
Wet, cold, muddy, and the air burning her lungs, what a way to start this experience off, just oh so great. Someone or something had to just be wonderfully enjoying this.
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Post by Serafina Celestina Ignatia on Apr 29, 2020 22:33:12 GMT
{Outfit Reference Image}}  {Background Music - Fate Stay Night OST - Fuyu no Yousei} For many out there, today was a day like any other in the past week or two. London had been relatively calm and safe. Perhaps they had just been lucky that the city was yet to be attacked by a Servant? No, that was no more than the idle thoughts of those who knew no better. The Mage’s Association had already quieted several threats. With a rich history of heroes, kings, and relics, Britain was a proper field day when it came to the summoning of Servants. Thankfully, Sera had been able to avoid most of the trouble thus far. As a relative novice, the association was not so careless as to send her to the front lines of the conflict. Of course she wasn’t infinitely lucky. She had summoned a Servant successfully, and that seemed to to have a knack for getting her into danger. Levi, her Servant, was best described as someone who didn’t often think through the consequences of his actions. Between that personality of his and an order to go try and make peace with the Vatican, her stress levels had risen exponentially in the last week. As a result of that failure… no, it was more than a failure. It was a disaster. Levi had not just ruined their chance at diplomacy, but managed to create even more hostility from The Church. That’s why Sera found herself at Green Park. She was temporarily barred from undertaking any official actions on behalf of the Mage’s Association. Now she wasn’t exactly the type of person that gave a crap about what they had to say, but that did mean she wasn’t allowed in any briefings. This was the sole magus in the association, as far as she knew anyway, that had no clue what had been going on for the last week. Still she trained on her own, and worked at bettering herself, but a lot of the time she found herself lazing around in a fog. She wasn’t really sure why she had come to Green Park. A chance of scenery perhaps? In the end, her reason mattered not. Though she wasn’t very adept at mana detection, it was utterly impossible to not notice the disturbance that occurred in that park on that evening. Sera pulled herself off the park bench and made her way to the source of the phenomenon. “Saber.” Her Servant materialized at her side. He was not visibly armed, but he had no need to be for now. His presence alone was enough to calm her, even if he was an absolute idiot. Once they reached the site of the phenomenon, Sera was taken aback by what she saw. ”WHY ARE YOU NAKED!?”She knew this was a Servant, because duh. But why was she naked??? Levi had definitely appeared with pants on, and he was a dragon. Why did dragons need pants? Because! Why didn’t this Servant have any pants!? Or a shirt!? Instinctively, Sera doffed her jacket and held it out to this woman. “Here…” She struggled for the words to say in a situation like this. “Be less naked....please?”{Stats and Skills} [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Stats | [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Skills | [attr="class","paracontenthalfnoborder"]
Strength: E[break]
Speed: E+[break]
Endurance: D-[break]
Magical Power: D[break]
Magical Capacity: C-[break]
Noble Phantasm: F[break]
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1) Magecraft - D (Fire and Healing)
2) Mana Detection - E
3) High-Quality Magic Circuits - C
4) Divine Beauty - A
5) Charisma - C
6) Analysis - D
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Post by Levi Shaw on Apr 29, 2020 22:33:51 GMT
{Outfit Reference}  At his master’s bequest, Leviathan had materialized in the world of the living once more. This world was still strange to him. Still alien. The Grail had granted him knowledge of this time and all the places and things within it, but still it felt foreign to him. Though he had known of this land when he was more than a mere Servant, he still did not feel at home. Perhaps some day he could visit the village that he once called home? He pushed the thoughts from his head. Though Levi could not sense the mana that Sera did, the lightshow was enough to make things obvious for him as well. He couldn’t tell exactly what the cause was from a distance, but anything that made his Master feel uneasy enough to call him forth was quite likely to be a threat. Yet he did not draw his blade. There were no screams. There were no fleeing civilians. No blood in the air. This was not a battle, not yet. The dragon took point and led the way towards the source of the disturbance. Once they both saw what had caused that lightshow, his reaction was similar, yet very, very different. Levi was, for all his other qualities, a male. He glanced up and down at the Servant that had appeared before them and whistled. Instinct was his forte, and his gut told him that he needed not be afraid of a Servant that couldn’t even manifest with clothing on. Instead his reaction was more of confusion, but not so much that he was flabbergasted like his master. Rather than freaking out, he instead spent his energy inspecting the weapon that had come with the opponent. “Nice blade ya got there. Lancer I’m assuming?” He paused to see if he got any response. It was at that point that Serafina offered her jacket to the other woman. “So I’m guessing you don’t have a master either. Even this pretend master managed to summon me alongside clothing. Do you know who you are, or where you are?” Though his questions might seem a mix between idle banter or a thoughtful “are you okay?” it couldn’t be further from the truth. This was Levi’s way of assessing whether or not she was a threat. Only a foolish Servant would reveal their true name if they held any hostile intent. {Stats and Skills} [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Stats | [attr="class","subheaderbghalf"] [attr="class","subheader"]//Skills | [attr="class","paracontenthalfnoborder"]
Strength: B[break]
Speed: C[break]
Endurance: C+[break]
Magical Power: E-[break]
Magical Capacity: D-[break]
Noble Phantasm: C-[break]
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Swords - A (Class Skill)
Magical Resistance - A (Class Skill)
Instinct - B
Bravery - C
Divinity - C
Mana Burst - C
Wound Reduction - D |
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Post by Izumi on May 1, 2020 1:15:47 GMT
Between someone screaming as well as a whistle, she slowly turned her head to face the noises. She didn't have any other reason as to not take her time as everything still seemed to be fine for the time being. There was a woman and a man, both varying in their own ways. The woman offered her her jacket, but she wasn't really bothered with how she was, but humans were different, needing clothes to act normal around others. She'd accept it, though with every breath continued to burn her lungs, sounding almost raspy with every breath. Slowly standing up and almost stumbling as she did so, wiping some mud off of her before putting on the jacket after a bit.
"Lancer...?" She'd say, before looking around and noticing the scythe nearby. With a raspy sigh, she'd look at the duo for a second before looking at the man mostly. "No. No... mas-ter." Speaking hurt, and that was something she'd have to fix or maybe it'd fix itself in time but this wasn't it. "I am... cre-a-tion..." With her voice cracking a little, she attempted to clear her throat. It didn't really help but with the question on if she knew where she was, she could only shake her head. "Where... am I?" Another voice crack, more akin to not having spoken in a while... or really for the first time.
She'd look at the girl again. "Thank... you... and who... are you?" With the question being towards both of them.
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Post by Levi Shaw on May 2, 2020 2:26:39 GMT
{Background Music - Bleach OST 1 - Head in the Clouds} Creation? How interesting. Levi, the more composed of the two, was quite confident that the servant before them posed no threat. He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of her. Though his knowledge included a vast many things, artificial people weren’t among them. Given how weak this being seemed though, it seemed like it had to be some kind of failed attempt at mimicking a servant. Who had ever heard of a servant who could barely even speak anyway? Still, they were definitely some kind of servant. Maybe a proto-servant? Levi’s grail-aided mind was vaguely aware that was a thing. A failed proto-servant could definitely explain this weird being with no master. Judgment and smug sense of superiority aside, Levi did mind his manners. With an azure flourish of mana his oversized blade appeared in his right hand. “I am the servant,” He hefted his blade over his shoulder in a sweeping arc as it to place emphasis on the next word. “Saber.” There was no malice in his actions. Despite the fact that he had summoned his blade, his aura held no trace of malice. This gesture was more a visual aid than anything else. The introduction was all he had to offer for the moment though. Levi turned to his master and raised an eyebrow at her. Clearly the servant felt his master was better suited to situations such as this. {Noble Phantasm Reference}  |
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Post by Serafina Celestina Ignatia on May 2, 2020 2:26:52 GMT
Though it had taken some time, Sera had managed to snap out of her initial shocked state. It wasn’t like she had never seen naked people before or something. No, it was just a super super super weird situation. Right? That’s what she had convinced herself of at least. Honestly, as far as magical happenings go, especially in the post-Shattering world, this was probably not even the strangest thing she would deal with in that week.
Despite having gotten over the initial shock, she still had absolutely no clue how to handle a situation like this one. It wasn’t until she realized that Levi was staring at her that it became obvious to her she’d been standing around without having even introduced herself. Wasn’t she supposed to be the charismatic one between them? Ugh!
“And I am Serafina Celestina Ignatia. Student of the Mage’s Association, and Saber’s master.”
Unlike her servant, Sera could easily give away her name. It didn’t really matter much, even in the midst of a global war. Her name didn’t hold the secret to her power after all. The mystery of this servant was a different one though. Creation. Was she some kind of homunculus? That part mattered less than who she was was what she was. A servant with no master. Unless she had high ranks of Independent Action, then Sera knew that this woman was not long for this world. She wasn’t the most knowledgeable about servants, but the training she had received from the association was enough to teach her at least the basics about how Alaya’s attempted erasure of abnormalities required a continual mana supply from master to servant.
“You say you exist without a master. What are your intentions in this world, Lancer?”
Though Sera didn’t feel threatened by Lancer, she also knew it was her solemn duty to assess the threat to mankind that this servant held. If she didn’t have a master, then there was only really one way that Sera knew for Lancer to obtain mana: killing humans. It was that or forming a contract with a master. Sera herself obviously already had a servant and couldn’t form another contract. Hopefully Lancer had no ill intent. If that was the case, maybe Sera could bring her to the association and try to get her to contract with a master? That would be the best case scenario right?
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