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Elf:
As Lancelot rose to his feet, Saber rose with him even though he dwarfed her by a good foot.   She smiled and said, "We have much to discuss, my friend . . ."

Her eyes hurt by the brilliant flashes and she gritted her teeth.  The Press was closing ever closer and Quinn straightened up.  He was slight in stature, but there was something other about him.  She knew what the cause of that was, and also knew his tolerances were quite low for this sort of thing.

Then a Japanese man in a white shirt and green tie came forward.  "Enough, all of you! This man is clearly suffering from some form of head trauma following that impact if he thinks you are King Arthur of all people. You really think joking around with someone in his state is a good idea!? He needs medical attention!"

He placed a hand on the armored shoulder of the man. "Sir, are you alright to walk?! Do you need an ambulance? You were just hit by a Semi!"

Saber felt her cheeks heat up and retorted, "I am not jesting with him.  You have no right to . . ."  She looked at Quinn, who's dark blue eyes narrowed.  He met Saber's eyes, and she sighed before giving a tiny nod.

There was a flash in those dark eyes and then Quinn smiled, and it was not pleasant by any means.  There was no hiding of his elongated canines, in fact he directed that feral grin at man attempting to "help" Lancelot.  He stepped towards the guy and pulled out his badge, shoving it into the guy's face.

"We've got this under fucking control," Quinn said, still smiling maniacally at the now unfortunate man with the sort of expression that Saber reasoned a shark might muster if it could. 

The Man With All The Cute Boats:

--- Quote from: Umbra of Chaos on August 14, 2014, 05:24:55 AM ---"We're going right, and we need to move quickly."

--- End quote ---
"You're damn right we do," I grumble angrily, putting a spring in my step and following his instructions.

Sooner we got this done, sooner I could check on everything I've done with my life.

I look down at the Inferno Revolver for a second.

Everything except you, darling.

Umbra of Chaos:
Asileron

"It is an ability that every member of my species has. We store mana, and if there is enough of it we can recreate our bodies using it. This can also be used on a smaller scale to repair things like lost limbs. I currently have enough mana stored to come back to life 2 or 3 times."

Another lie, but like the last one it was mostly true. His employer didn't need to know that the ability cost souls.

Kaze:
LANCELOT

Lancelot didn’t even feel the man’s hand on his shoulder, nor did his words register in the knight’s ears. He did, however, see Arturia’s assistant walk up next to him and thrust out his arm at something just beyond his helmet’s view. The handsome man had a predatory grin on his face, and something about it set off the former Servant. There was something abnormal about him, his eyes, and the fangs sticking out of his mouth.

Lancelot had spent his entire life training his mind and body, and controlled them with an iron fist. Unfortunately, that in of itself was not enough to fully quell the darkness that was slowly encroaching on his consciousness, and combined with the great distress he was already enduring, reason lost ground and instinct took over.

“RAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!”

Lancelot didn’t even notice the war cry as it tore from his mouth, and it was only a herculean effort that prevented the Knight of the Lake from attacking outright. For Someone’s Glory came to life once again, and an oily black fog shrouded his identity from the eyes of others. The features of his armor blurred and twisted, becoming unrecognizable in the supernatural haze. Lancelot reflexively moved in front of Arturia, putting himself between his former king and the not quite human being. With nothing that could be used as a weapon on hand, he raised his fists and spread his feet slightly in a defensive stance.

Knick:
Phoenix

Phoenix watched as his two friends conversed, joy, purpose, pride, their emotions were seen by Phoenix and from them the complex net they made up their minds was apparent.  To understand their intentions was not difficult, no different from a human looking upon a rock.

But yet it did not matter, the matters of man have never concerned Phoenix in truth. It would only interfere if one tried to trample on those that could be his friends, but even then the Golden Kings intent to cleanse the city was not something it cared much about, the fact that he wanted to make a great place for humans did not matter for it.

It did not understand the reason behind why humans lived the way they do, but it was not any of its concern. It interacted with humans to end its loneliness, but it did not purposefully try and change them. All things where the way they were, and all things will end before it.

And so its focus shifted, to the small beast of Gaia that stood to the side, watching the king and man of clay speak to one another. Lightly hopping off Enkidu it landed on the floor, before hopping over to the dragon, its size changing to be similar to the dragon.

It just then stood in front of it and chirped happily.


Amy

“Alright then, let’s go find her.”

Getting up Amy began to walk away from the table, Proxy’s true form leaping into Fiore’s lap while its human construct pushed her. Looking around she really appreciated just how massive this hotel was, it had everything. They checked a few places, until they arrived at the pool.

It was amazing; she has never seen such a large and beautiful pool. She was half tempted to jump into it with all her cloths still on. She bet the water was the perfect temperature to.

It seems however there where two other people in the large room with them, a familiar red head  and a blond haired girl with far too high-class clothing for the pool.

She began to walk twordes them with a smile, “So that’s where you were Mil-“ Her voice stopped as she got a good look at the stranger, that hair, why would anyone wear their hair like that. I mean, she had a nice face and killer body, but that hair was so out there. For someone like Amy who often camped, normally kept to herself, and lived on a strict budget to take the time to make their hair like that, not even considering the amount it stood out, was something incredibly alien to her.

Not that she did not get hair care, but arrange it to that degree was absurd to her.

Her next words came out as a whisper, which could only be heard due to the acoustics of the room, “Drills... who wears their hair like that…”

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