Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Archer

Archer wasn't exactly sure what to think of what had just happened in the last sixty seconds, as he rose from the bed. First, the problem of a contract being created was... sort of being taken care of for him by the dark haired man. He wasn't sure if he should thank him for trying to set him up, or feel a little like a chess piece being moved into position. Then, Karna and the friend of Forests had started having a fight over making food for some crazy reason. While Archer himself would be a little miffed if someone had rummaged around without permission through his supplies, he wouldn't be acting this passive aggressive over it. And in the middle of the conversation, a man who looked like he was half dead, had apparently chucked a car at Forest - her own car - walked into the room wanting apples. And now Forest was about to haul off and smack him in the face.

There wasn't an accurate vocal expression for the confusion and amusement Archer felt at the moment, though the mix between a sigh, a laugh, and a pained groan was probably the closest he could think of. Without really even thinking about it, he grabbed her wrist before she could get a punch off. "You don't need to punch him. Looks like someone already did for you. Karma is a bitch."

[Knick]

Amy

“Hoho, your rather lewd Fiore, asking an innocent young woman like myself to take your pants off for you.” She teased the girl in the wheelchair.

She looked at Mille, “Perhaps Mille can help.” Amy smiled, “Three is a party after all.” She said in a joking tone with a slight laugh at the end.

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Shiro

Shiro felt it; there was something protecting Fate. And with the information gathered the Black Keys disappeared and Shiro leapt back with all his force, crashing into a target range some bit away. A dust cloud formed, shrouding him from sight.

And then a moment latter blades emerged, many keys flew towards Fate, but it was different this time. Some flew directly at him, but a majority flew spinning. They were slower but they closed in on Fate from all angles.

And a moment latter Shiro emerged from the cloud, his lance out, and he rushed towards Fate. The directly fired Black Keys easily deflected by his obsidian sword.

But then Shiro got within range and thrust out his lance in a fury of strikes, and at the same time the Black Keys that were thrown in spinning arcs converged on Fate, some aiming at his shadow but most at him.

An attack from all angles, all simply to give Shiro the opening to strike, the chance of it being effected were slimmer, but it would allow him to gather more information on his abilities.

And so the blade flashed out with golden light as the black keys moved in as silver flashes.

[Elf]

Lancer smirked and answered, "I work at Wal-Mart.  Tis an impressive market place.  If we had one in my day well, things would have been less boring."

He guided her to the hotel bar and asked, "So, what's your poison?"

******

"Actually, no food was 'fed to me' or offered to me.  So since nothing was offered there was no rejection," Gabriel replied with a shrug, "So, do try to get your facts straight.  Also, I am on the fifth floor, not the third.  So wrong again, sir.  As to Folly, she's sleeping."

He smirked at Karna and said, "Repression is a dangerous thing."

Then he turned back to see Archer grab Forest's wrist, keeping her from punching the newcomer who had committed the cardinal sin of destroy the Forestmobile.  Which explains her dark mood earlier, he reasoned.  That car was her most prized possession.  For some reason she adored it and it made her happy, and now that was gone, it was just something else to disconnect her to the rest of the world.

******

Before Forest could throw her punch, hot fingers wrapped around her wrist and stilled it.

"You don't need to punch him. Looks like someone already did for you. Karma is a bitch."

Forest bit her lip and at Archer's words.  The wanker probably wouldn't even feel it.  She did feel Archer's hand holding her wrist.  The grip was gentle, but she could feel the heat of his touch on her skin and calluses on his hand. 

"Yeah, but I wanted to punch him," she said in a small voice as she lowered her arm.

Gabriel turned away from Karna to Archer and said, "I'm Forest's godson, Gabriel.  It's a pleasure to meet you."  His eyes flickered towards Karna, "Since Fae aren't allowed to lie, I cannot give you the same greeting sir."

[Brahmastra]

He smirked at Karna and said, "Repression is a dangerous thing."

"Truly it is, if you are weak of will and tempted by something so unneccesary. Then again, a lustful creature like yourself to whom sex is as vital as food or water does not set a good standard."

Gabriel turned away from Karna to Archer and said, "I'm Forest's godson, Gabriel.  It's a pleasure to meet you."  His eyes flickered towards Karna, "Since Fae aren't allowed to lie, I cannot give you the same greeting sir."

"It is absolutely a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel. I will enjoy watching your infantile antics in the future. Your passive-aggressiveness is quite entertaining in it's sheer immaturity."

"As for your new guest, Forest, do you want him removed from this place?", asked Karna quizzically.

Amy

“Hoho, your rather lewd Fiore, asking an innocent young woman like myself to take your pants off for you.” She teased the girl in the wheelchair.

She looked at Mille, “Perhaps Mille can help.” Amy smiled, “Three is a party after all.” She said in a joking tone with a slight laugh at the end.

If Fiore could turn any more red, she did so at Amy's comment.

"I didn't mean it like tha-that! Just give me some help, okay?", she said to the toweled figure, "B-besides, Mille seems... rather hesitant", she followed up as the redhead froze up like unwound clockwork.

Her bowtie now on her lap, Fiore unbuttoned the last of the golden tacks and pulled off the elegant white jacket, revealing  a thin, to the point of see-through, white silk shirt and a rather lacey purple bra underneath, cupping a pair of breasts significantly larger than her tight-fitted jacket would normally imply. Quickly the undershirt joined the jacket and bowtie on the room's table.

Hiding her light-dressed chest with her arms, Fiore asked once more, a pout on her face along with a blush of red.

"s-So, could you give me a hand?"

[Alice]

Mille

Mille froze at the declaration of friendship, unable to answer. So much so that when Fiore left and Amy started hitting on the wheelchair bound maiden, it didn't even register.

She looked at Mille, “Perhaps Mille can help.” Amy smiled, “Three is a party after all.” She said in a joking tone with a slight laugh at the end.

Mille blinked, before shaking her head.
"I would just crowd the bathroom, and one person would probably be sufficient for helping her. I can just wait here unless you really need me." With that, she flopped over on the end of the bed. She had a fair bit to think about.

Rin

Lancer smirked and answered, "I work at Wal-Mart.  Tis an impressive market place.  If we had one in my day well, things would have been less boring."

Wal-Mart? Oh, it's one of those American convenience store chains isn't it? ...Oh. She put on a cheerful smile, not wanting to burst his bubble. Not when he was about to buy her a drink on those wages anyway. "You must have fun working there. I'm happy for you." I'm glad Mille isn't here, she'd just say it outright.

He guided her to the hotel bar and asked, "So, what's your poison?"

"Hmm... some sort of cocktail maybe? Something sweet."

[YOLF]

Fate

Fate's face did not show one bit of hesitation or worry as he was surrounded from all sides, though his form tensed in anticipation. The spinning blades that flew at him got no closer than a meter before they crashed mid-air, intersected by the sudden flying arcs of equally spinning black swords. The two sets of weapons knocked each other away, snapping or shattering into pieces that flew everywhere.

As that happened, Shiro's spear thrust at him from the front, flashing golden again and again with incredibly speed. Fate swung his sword to parry in just as many movements, diverting the long weapon's edge away from him and knocking it back with his superior strength while stepping away. Cracks appeared over his abused weapon despite reinforcement by continuous pumping of magic into it.

After defending from a first sweep of thrusts, Fate used the brief time before Shiro commenced another to swing hard and focused at the spear. The impact finally caused the obsidian sword to crumble completely in Fate's hands, but knocked away Shiro enough to give the mage an ample opening. Kicking back with the timing, he extended his arm and open hand in Shiro's direction.

The ground underneath the man erupted into many sharp spikes of stone, deforming that spot with deadly spears from the earth. The Stone Spear spell with zero delay aimed to indiscriminately impale Shiro.

And at the same time as it was conjured, words echoed under Fate's breath, powerful magic focusing.

[Milbunk]

Haruna Mochizuki

After saying goodnight to her new companions Haruna set off for her own room, she was tired from the events of the day and traveling to new dimensions was still something she wasn't entire used to.

Still, it was within her nature to report so report she did, even if it might be futile.

"Haruna, Mochizuki. I have met with companions and together we have taken out a group of vampires who were up to no good. I am currently staying with Minato. Rider is here as well as Shirou and Sakura's child Kiyoshi. End Report."

It wasn't much but it was better than nothing. With all of that said, Haruna made her preparations and then went to sleep for the night.

[Kat]

Mordred

Now there's my chance Mordred finally lured the monster somewhere where she could look for the opening. The elevation of terrain where she tricked the beast to follow her into made Behemoth stand a little higher than the Servant. So, with the creature's underbelly exposed in an opening, Mordred exploited the opportunity to drive Clarent into it.

[Umbra of Chaos]

 Paladin

"Run like hell."

Paladin ran after the moving Archive Hunter even as the bullets were being fired at them. Any projectile that got close was blocked by the shield or dodged. He continued to follow his friend until they ended up in an alley. They had evaded the police for now, but this place was far from secure.

"What do we do now, Hunter? We still have no idea where the wagon is, and the officers don't seem like they will stop chasing us anytime soon."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Shakespeare

"Oh I guess you of all people would be surprised at this. Modern theaters with live acting is a rarity and of dubious quality in the modern day, so a lot of classic works and other things have instead been pre-recorded onto devices called "cameras". They used to only take pictures but it seems that they have evolved enough to be able to record video." Shirou explained, trying to calm Caster, who looked as if he had seen a ghost that burned books.

"So no, Caster, we were not taken for fools. It is merely how modern man does things", Shirou finished, reaching out to try a single pinch's worth of the snacks Caster had brought. They tasted great, just as the bard had told in his usual over-the-top manner.

"You know, these things are actually quite good. Assassin, you should try this", briefly stealing the plastic bucket from Caster's hands so as to let Assassin reach. The Crucifixion rose in her hand made grabbing a few awkward, but she eventually caught some between her pointer, middle and thumb. Even as she displayed some reluctance in eating such a greasy food, her Master nodded his head at her, silently signaling that it was alright. With that, she gave in and bit into the popcorn.

"This is both unexpected and... pleasing. I guess our wily friend does have a decent idea now and then", uttered Assassin, surprised that the snack didnt kill her on the spot. In fact, it was actually quite good.

I let my master take his fill from the bucket of the puffed grain. There was more than enough to go around, as the lights of the theater dimmed down, and advertisements for future showings began to play before our own. "Ah, such lack of artistry," I commented, "In this showing. It says 'come and see' without telling you what there is to see. Is it a romance, a comedy, or a drama? State what you are, and play them in the proper order..." My grumblings wouldn't reach any ears but I must need speak them lest my tongue be forever silenced. The buttery taste did little to diminish my irritation as the title of my work came onto the screen. I could see the ad posted outside the theater, why broadcast this basic information? Still, I shuffled into my seat, as the moving picture began.

Archer

He smirked at Karna and said, "Repression is a dangerous thing."

"Truly it is, if you are weak of will and tempted by something so unneccesary. Then again, a lustful creature like yourself to whom sex is as vital as food or water does not set a good standard."

Gabriel turned away from Karna to Archer and said, "I'm Forest's godson, Gabriel.  It's a pleasure to meet you."  His eyes flickered towards Karna, "Since Fae aren't allowed to lie, I cannot give you the same greeting sir."

"It is absolutely a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel. I will enjoy watching your infantile antics in the future. Your passive-aggressiveness is quite entertaining in it's sheer immaturity."

"As for your new guest, Forest, do you want him removed from this place?", asked Karna quizzically.

While the sparks flying between Gabriel and Karna were indeed fun to observe - it reminded Archer of the clash of two women he knew from his own past, though he had less investment in it now - EMIYA was more concerned about his host and the guest at the moment. "You can want it as much as you want to, but I don't think you should kick him while he's bleeding to death, even for destroying your car." His grip on Forest's wrist slackened a bit, looking down at the very very damaged man before him. "Besides I doubt hitting him will actually make you feel better. Or that he'd feel it. I'm surprised he was even able to walk here."

Archer bent over a little, frowning at the newcomer as sharp eyes started to pick him apart. "Hell, I'm not sure he's even breathing."

[Elf]

Gabriel shrugged and replied, "I am what I am.  I do not try to deny and hide my nature.  To thine own self be true.  So if that makes me a passive-aggressive bastard, then that is what I am."

Then he turned back to Archer, who was making a good attempt at calming his godmother down.

******

"At this point he wouldn't even feel it.  His nerves might have shut down due to all that injury," Forest said with a shake of her head.  "Why the hell would he come here though?  He was being a giant git when I met him."

"As for your new guest, Forest, do you want him removed from this place?" asked Karna.

Forest bit her lip and said, "I'm wondering why the bloody hell he's even here."

"Hell, I'm not sure he's even breathing."

Gabriel cleared his throat and said, "Maybe he needed protection from whatever beat him into an inch of his supernatural life.  It's not a secret that Law Unto Herself offers aid to those who need it.  Even if they have complete disregard to prized personal possessions."

Forest leaned forward, not moving too far away from Archer because he was still holding her by the wrist.  His grip wasn't as tight as it had been when he stopped the punch, but she wasn't going to shake away something putting warmth in that chill that never seemed to go away.  She peered at Lucas and said, "Well, he's just mostly dead . . . I wonder if he and that Wynn-like bitch got into it again."

"Someone like Mommy Dearest, my stomach churns at the very thought," Gabriel said with a long-suffering sigh.

Forest gritted her teeth and said, "Now that's who I'd really like to bugger up."

*****

Lancer tilted his head and asked, "Sweet?  Well, I think that can be arranged."

He walked over to the bar and the bartender straightened up, his eyes brightening at the Celtic warrior standing in front of him.

Lancer said, "I'd like to start a tab.  Put it under 'Ulster'.  Start us off with something sweet for the young lass and Harp for me."

The bartender's eyes narrowed at Rin ever so slightly before he started to construct the beverages.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Gabriel shrugged and replied, "I am what I am.  I do not try to deny and hide my nature.  To thine own self be true.  So if that makes me a passive-aggressive bastard, then that is what I am."

Then he turned back to Archer, who was making a good attempt at calming his godmother down.

******

"At this point he wouldn't even feel it.  His nerves might have shut down due to all that injury," Forest said with a shake of her head.  "Why the hell would he come here though?  He was being a giant git when I met him."

"As for your new guest, Forest, do you want him removed from this place?" asked Karna.

Forest bit her lip and said, "I'm wondering why the bloody hell he's even here."

"Hell, I'm not sure he's even breathing."

Gabriel cleared his throat and said, "Maybe he needed protection from whatever beat him into an inch of his supernatural life.  It's not a secret that Law Unto Herself offers aid to those who need it.  Even if they have complete disregard to prized personal possessions."

Forest leaned forward, not moving too far away from Archer because he was still holding her by the wrist.  His grip wasn't as tight as it had been when he stopped the punch, but she wasn't going to shake away something putting warmth in that chill that never seemed to go away.  She peered at Lucas and said, "Well, he's just mostly dead . . . I wonder if he and that Wynn-like bitch got into it again."

"Someone like Mommy Dearest, my stomach churns at the very thought," Gabriel said with a long-suffering sigh.

Forest gritted her teeth and said, "Now that's who I'd really like to bugger up."

Forest at least seemed to calm down, or find a new target of her rage. Archer still kept his loose grip on her wrist though, cocking his head at the new name. Whoever this Wynn was, he had a feeling that they probably wouldn't get along too well. "Well, she's not here," Archer shrugged, "So if he's looking for a safe place I think this guy found it." His grey eyes turned to Karna for a second. "Throwing him to the wolves? I'd have thought more kindness would be shown by a saint of generosity."

[Alice]

Rin

Lancer tilted his head and asked, "Sweet?  Well, I think that can be arranged."

He walked over to the bar and the bartender straightened up, his eyes brightening at the Celtic warrior standing in front of him.

Lancer said, "I'd like to start a tab.  Put it under 'Ulster'.  Start us off with something sweet for the young lass and Harp for me."

The bartender's eyes narrowed at Rin ever so slightly before he started to construct the beverages.

Rin smiled as Lancer went about ordering the drinks- before noticing the bartender's glance at her. She frowned. What's his problem?

Narrowing her eyes, a smile on her lips with the faintest touch of poison, she addressed the bartender, her voice laced with elegance and authority. "Do you have a problem with me, bartender? Surely at an establishment like this, if you have such ill feeling towards a complete stranger, you would have the grace enough to mask it better."

[Brahmastra]

"Throwing him to the wolves? I'd have thought more kindness would be shown by a saint of generosity."

"You are dearly mistaken. I am not throwing him to the wolves by asking our dear host if he should be removed. I am saving him from the horrible wrath of the she-beast that rules this house, and besides, if Grigori could not dispose of this thing I dare not call a true man, then I doubt anyone short of myself can."

"I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

"I don't understand this at all, Master. They are of rival houses and will never be together, so why even try?", complained Assassin, leaning back into her seat.

"Well, Assassin, people do some crazy things for love", answered her master in kind in a whisper, eyes still on the scene at hand.

"Love... What even is love?", she grumbled.

"Well, I can't say I know much of it myself, but a friend of mine who got married early once described it to me. He said "Love is something you can't measure, decide or even understand. It has no value, but it's still the most wonderful thing in the world, which is why people search for all their life to find it."

"He sounds like he was quite the poet."

"He was. He was a fantastic poet and a devout man. At least until Iemitsu had his tongue torn out, his fingers slowly cut off with the strings of his own shamisen and then fed to the hounds", Shirou mused with just the smallest hint of bitterness on his voice.

"Oh." With that Assassin shut up once more and looked at the movie at hand.

'So that's what love is. How very odd.'

[MissingMandible]

Azmortchal'um, as a False Face:
"Ah, so you are not from any reality similar to my own, Grigori." Azmortchal'um stated. While it was an issue that a being like this went under his radar for this long, it was better to know that he slipped up now rather than find out at a more...inconvenient time.

"Noah was the man who not only escaped my grasp many millennia ago, but actively fought against me." the Angry Night explained, "His descendants are those walking around the streets now."