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Dallas:
Having found a decently warm pair of jeans for the current chill going through this city, Revy made her way down the road. She had literally nothing to do, and wasn't quite sure where Rock was, so just began to wander. The thought of going to a bar crossed her mind, but she shook it off. That would be more enjoyable later in the evening. Surely there was something else she could do--

CRASH!! The sound of something loud and metallic came from down the street in the direction of the Police Station. Assuming there was an accident on the busy road, Revy ran down the sidewalk to see what the fuck was going on. Before her eyes deemed no sign of what actually happened, though the result of whatever occurred was apparent. Standing there was none other than her partner Rock, hand on the shoulder of... "...a Knight of the Round table? What kind of stupid joke is this?" With a curious smirk across her face she approached the scene.

--

The officer shoved his badge in Rock's face, defending the girl upon her visual request. He wasn't quite sure what it was he said, as he was too distracted by the abnormal set of teeth the man seemed to possess. It sent a chill down his spine, reminding him of a certain maid whom gave off a similar atmosphere. Though compared to her, this man seemed harmless merely holding a badge rather than a gun concealed in an umbrella. Regardless, Rock knew he had to tread carefully. "With all due respect sir, you don't seem to be doing anything but watching these two play improv, one of them quite possibly believing it isn't an act! If you won't call an ambulance, then I--"

"Jesus Christ Rock, can't I leave you alone for a few hours without you getting your ass into some sort of trouble?"
"Revy, where did you--"
"That Golden Rule place was way out of our budget, so I checked out a cheaper place just down the street. That ain't the issue here though. You're stirring up shit again, don't think I can't tell. If Mary Kate and Sir Lancelot here wanna flirt then fucking let them." Her eyes turned towards the cop still holding his badge in Rock's face. "Put your cock back in your pants, pal," she said as she smacked his hand the fuck out of Rock's face. "I'll take him out of your hair. Come on Ro--"

As if out of nowhere, the random man in armor began screeching like he just lost his car in roulette. Now pushing Rock out of harms way, Revy cleared a three meter distance between herself and the three strangers with her Cutlasses dead aimed at the screaming buffoon. "The fuck is this guys deal!?"

"I don't know, but he took a direct hit from a speeding semi and walked it off like it was nothing! I think he needs medical attention!"

"He'll get a reason to go to the hospital if he doesn't calm the fuck down!" Upon closer analysis of the situation it seemed as though his attention was solely fixed on the cop. She lowered her cutlasses, but still kept them in a fir grip. "Hey, Mary Kate, your pets are fighting. Put a muzzle on them."

OOC: She's calling him Sir Lancelot as a clever nickname, she doesnt actually know he is Lancelot.

Alice:
Rin
--- Quote ---He looked at the screen and said, "Aye, I know exactly where that's at.  I can get us there in a blink if you don't mind me carrying you."  His smile turned a slight bit wolfish at that.
--- End quote ---
Rin hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed. And then quickly gave him an enthusiastic grin.

"Carry me away. It's the fastest way to get there, and besides. This is a date, after all. What's more romantic than being carried high in the air though the city?"

She didn't let it cut through her grin, but Rin couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. The last person to carry her high in the air through a city was Archer. But... no, she couldn't let that bother her now. That was then. This was now. She needed to enjoy what was happening in the present. After all, as she had told Archer so soon after they had first met, she was the master of her own universe. If she was going to maintain that, she couldn't let the past haunt her. She had to live for today.


--- Quote ---Lancer smirked and said, "So, you up for a wee bit of a run then?"
--- End quote ---

She offered her hand to him, a glint in her eye. "I'm up for it. Take me away!"

Mille
There was nothing. Nothing but the weight, and the exertion, the sweat, and the movement. And Mille was fine with that.

Since breakfast, Mille had changed into clothing more suitable for a good workout. A sports bra, some shorts, some practical looking white sneakers, all of which she'd hidden away in her bag. All of which revealed Mille to be surprisingly toned, her abdominal muscles even showing some definition.

She was starting with an overhead weight. About 20 reps per set. Enough weight that she didn't overexert herself, but enough to present a challenge.

So focused was she on her repetitions that the red headed magus barely even noticed the blonde who dared trespass in her exercising domain.


--- Quote from: Luvia ---"So you must be Mille Garrison." She gave a deceitfully curt bow as to maintain her image. "Luviagelita Edefelt. A pleasure."
--- End quote ---

Mille didn't stop for a moment, and just spoke while continuing to lift her weight, her voice tinged faintly with exertion.

"That's my name, you're correct. And if I recall correctly, you are the one who was originally intended for this mission? You need to be less careless, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to usurp you position as I did."

There wasn't a hint of cattiness or mockery in the girl's words. Her face and tone of voice conveyed that she stated it as a simple fact, unwavering for an instant except from her workout. Perhaps with a touch of disapproval, but not too significant.

She hardly even noticed Amy come in either, or the comment about Luviagelita's drills. Still not stopping with her reps for an instant, Mille continued.

"So then, what business do you have with me? Are you here to confront me on that particular incident, or are you here to talk to Tohsaka?

Tom: Afternoon 2
Tom had to admit. He wouldn't mind having cooking of Archer's calibur again. In fact, he wouldn't mind it at all. If Archer was going to be a regular resident, perhaps that was a reason to stay. But that wasn't what primarily concerned him at the moment.

What concerned him at the moment was the racket on the roof. It was rather noisy, and it was almost to the point where small pieces of the roof would start falling on him. If this kept going, whole chunks would start falling down, and then maybe the whole floor. And it would be a considerable hassle to have to relocate now. Besides, he was in a good point in his book, he didn't feel like leaving just yet.

With a sigh, he put down the book and fished a cloak that seemed rather too tall even for him out of his bag. A few moments later, the clothing he'd been wearing before was neatly folded and stacked on his bedside table, his glasses on top. His only garment now was the cloak, which mysteriously seemed to fit him just fine, though it was still quite long, to the point where his feet were completely hidden. A flap of cloth on the opening of the hood concealed all of his face but his eyes and forehead, and even they were somewhat concealed in shadow.

Oh yes, it looked rather odd. But it was better than the alternative. It was easier to explain away a bizarre choice of clothing after all than the true nature of his identity.

He flopped back on the bed, and with a wave of his now rather oddly shaped hand, the complex was now shielded with a visible, glowing barrier that could take any of the blows from the pointless yet heavy battle above and then some. Sadly, there was only so much he could do about the racket, but it would suffice.

With that, he went back to his reading, expending some of his focus occasionally to make sure his barrier was still intact. It was quite the hassle, but better to have to maintain the barrier and keep a roof over their heads than have to tolerate both the noise and the rooms above him crashing on top of him as well.

Hakuno, Archer: Afternoon 2
Hakuno looked up with some alarm at the cacophony coming from above. But the sounds soon changed. A bit more muffled, almost as if the two massive fighters were hitting against something that was not the roof at all. And a quick glance at the walls seemed to show some form of glowing whitish-blue aura peeping out occasionally. So... did that mean the place was protected now? In any case... well, there wasn't much she could do about it, so she turned her focus back to Archer.

The Servant was carrying a tray of sweets. Fruit flavored all, as a glance at Forest's refrigerator had led Archer to the belief that the vampire was rather fond of that sort of thing, particularly citrus. He turned to look down at Hakuno as the girl tried to nudge him toward Forest's room.

"The commander over there might have some priority over us, Master. We just might have to wait our turn."

"Do we really have to wait? You're just delivering some dessert to go with the tea the Other You brought, I'd think they'd let you through for that. Besides, I'd think Forest would appreciate it more than having someone talk to her about more stuff. So you can just go in, deliver the sweets, and get out."

"The problem is that there's already a ton of people crowded around that door. We can't just force our way past them all to deliver some-"

"Please, Archer? Pllllleeeeaaaaasssse?"

Hakuno, recalling some of Tom's reactions to her from earlier, decided to see if she could use the charm she seemed to have to her advantage, and looked up at Archer with large, pleading eyes.

He looked down at her for a long while. Then sighed.

"Rin's been a bad influence on you, I think. Fine, I'll do it."

Hakuno looked about ready to jump up and down with joy as the former herald of Justice made his way through the crowd with the dessert tray, looking somewhat exasperated.

"Coming through, I'll be out of your way soon enough. I just want to get these to Forest while they're at their best."

MissingMandible:
Songbird:

The victory of crushing the Hooded Man's legs was short lived. The intruder managed to escape, and he somehow regrew his legs. What else, he turned his arm into a gigantic blade.

Songbird didn't honestly care about that; he was in full on attack mode. The complete and utter destruction of the enemy was all that mattered to him.

When the Hooded Man charged, Songbird swiped at him from the left, knocking him clear off the building. The manbird then took off into the air in pursuit.

Dallas:

--- Quote from: Alice on August 18, 2014, 10:38:56 AM ---
Mille
There was nothing. Nothing but the weight, and the exertion, the sweat, and the movement. And Mille was fine with that.

Since breakfast, Mille had changed into clothing more suitable for a good workout. A sports bra, some shorts, some practical looking white sneakers, all of which she'd hidden away in her bag. All of which revealed Mille to be surprisingly toned, her abdominal muscles even showing some definition.

She was starting with an overhead weight. About 20 reps per set. Enough weight that she didn't overexert herself, but enough to present a challenge.

So focused was she on her repetitions that the red headed magus barely even noticed the blonde who dared trespass in her exercising domain.


--- Quote from: Luvia ---"So you must be Mille Garrison." She gave a deceitfully curt bow as to maintain her image. "Luviagelita Edefelt. A pleasure."
--- End quote ---

Mille didn't stop for a moment, and just spoke while continuing to lift her weight, her voice tinged faintly with exertion.

"That's my name, you're correct. And if I recall correctly, you are the one who was originally intended for this mission? You need to be less careless, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to usurp you position as I did."

There wasn't a hint of cattiness or mockery in the girl's words. Her face and tone of voice conveyed that she stated it as a simple fact, unwavering for an instant except from her workout. Perhaps with a touch of disapproval, but not too significant.

She hardly even noticed Amy come in either, or the comment about Luviagelita's drills. Still not stopping with her reps for an instant, Mille continued.

"So then, what business do you have with me? Are you here to confront me on that particular incident, or are you here to talk to Tohsaka?

--- End quote ---

She did not falter her exercise routine as she spoke; a commendable action to take. Were the roles reversed Luvia would not with to break her own focus either. It seemed this one was a bit more respectable than Tohsaka, if not incredibly more blunt. She was about to speak when she heard a rather rude comment from some woman behind her. The one further back in the wheelchair politely remained silent. Merely glancing at them, she turned her head and continued.

"True, true, it was due to that incident that I was partly to blame myself for my delayed arrival, though to remove Sapphire from my custody was truly a surprise."
"It all worked out for the better for you nonetheless," Diamond said fluttering out of her right drill of hair. "You are now graced with my presence."
"You are more... respectable than Sapphire, I guess. So far as I can tell you are less of a headache."
"Then we are in agreement."

"Indeed." Luvia refocused her attention to Mille. "Nevertheless, it seems you two have done enough slacking too make them regret that decision. The Wizard Marshal himself had vouched for me to be sent in unrestricted. The Towers faith in you is starting to lack it seems." She flipped her over her shoulder. "You would be wise to adhere to your own lecture, Mrs. Garrison. Now as to my reasoning of being here, I intended to find Tohsaka here though it seems she has already left. I was hoping to converse with her as to what she might have turned up in the few days shes been here but it seems she is absent.Do you know where she has gone? I was told she left with a blue haired man."
"Surely nothing inappropriate to conduct during a mission from the Tower," Diamond chimed in once more. "That would be a most unfortunate report my master would need to file in."

Lycodrake:
Lycodrake Aptera

He was in the presence of versions of heroes that mankind and sentient creatures alike revered for their deeds even in his world.  He dared not interrupt. He had seen the look in Gilgamesh's red eyes. In all fairness, he could not deny the demigod's superiority - the pair before him had taken on Hambuba and the Bull of Heaven and many more creatures of greater power than himself dozens of times. What was he, a lesser spawn of Typhon and Echidna, to that? Nothing.

Yet his draconic pride burned with indignation in the pit of his chest against such dismissal, no matter the perpetrator. He could respect the hero-king Gilgamesh, but his instincts cried out for respect from the man.

--- Quote from: Knick on August 18, 2014, 04:45:07 AM ---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.

--- End quote ---
His attention turned away from the conversation between the heroes, his thoughts, and to the phoenix that had accompanied the hero-king. He tilted his head in curiosity at the elemental of fire and light before him, for he had never seen one, when it chirped at him. The wingless one didn't know what it wanted from him, but perhaps it just wanted to say hello?

With a small nod of acknowledgement, he responded in kind - hoping that he had understood it. He disliked misreading the intended speech of others.

"I greet you, phoenix."

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