Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP

[Ivan The Mouse]

Wynn emerged from the shadows behind the man in the black duster sitting in Forest's public study.  She folded her arms under her breasts, smirked, and asked, "May I help you, sir?"

The sudden and unpredictable appearance of a personality from behind his back startled Rattus enough just to snap him out of his nauseous stupor, as he turned his head quickly to see who it was. There, he saw a lady with fair skin, pointed ears and long jet black hair. The arms dealer noticed two things about this woman: She had a very glamorous sense of clothing and her physical features looked somewhat unnatural. The cold and stoic expression on the German's face betrayed a feeling of slight suspicion within him. If the implications of the man who welcomed him at the doorway were to be followed, he thought that it was quite possible that this woman possessing a supernatural aura is the lady of the household.

And thus, without further ado, Rattus quickly stood up firmly from his seat, faced her and gave her a bow and scrape. He felt like it has necessary to do the old European noble bow since he was facing someone who is clearly more able than him, as she was able to enter the room with attracting notice. As he bowed, Rattus greeted her "Pleased to meet you, my lady, and sorry for intruding your household and taking your time." As soon as he was done bowing, he took out his hip flask from his coat, said "Excuse me." and sipped a tiny amount of the absinthe contained in it. He needed to do such to calm his nerves, which were startled by the woman's sudden appearance.

[Elf]

Forest blinked at Henry's statement and said, "Well, when you can't go out for twelve or more hours of the day, you need space.  If not, you go a little nutters."

Then she sighed and said, "Its not something to be jealous of.  Big empty space with only you to occupy it.  Either the cabin fever or the loneliness will do you in."

There was another knock on the door that she didn't recognize and one of the voices of the Space Marines going, "Excuse me."

Her eyes narrowed.  She hadn't invited these people into her home.  They needed help, which is why Henry brought them here, but there was something off about them.  She had a feeling if she lived in their society she would have totally started a rebellion.  She was about to open the door and ask what did they want when there was a loud crash over head that made the building shake.

"Oh, what now?" Forest asked, her voice thick with sarcasm.

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Wynn smirked as the man bowed to her, before taking a shot of his flask.  She eyed the flask as she smelled the familiar scent coming from it and asked, "By any chance, is that absinthe you are partaking in?"

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Gabriel smiled and said, "Well, I can help you if you can't eat it all.  I am rather fond of French Toast.  We'll pop by your hotel later on today and retrieve your things, if you wish."

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Quinn followed his admittedly adorable partner as she ran to the fallen knight guy.  Her green eyes were wide as she went to the man's side.  Obviously it was someone she knew, and from the heavy armor it was from her past life.  He knew who Saber was and then he decided to come clean and tell her what he was.

Ironically, this was the longest and best partnership that he had in the force.  It was almost like they known each other for years, or were just oddly naturally compatible for this.  Then the knight bowed down and said, "King Arthur."

Now the fucking press is going to go nuts over this, he thought with a sigh as he began to play with his silver cross.

Saber lowered herself to the knight's height and took his hands.  "Rise, my friend.  I am no longer king.  We are equal and it pleases me to see you."

[Brahmastra]

Gabriel smiled and said, "Well, I can help you if you can't eat it all.  I am rather fond of French Toast.  We'll pop by your hotel later on today and retrieve your things, if you wish."

"I would like that", she said as she dug into the omelet, which was as good as it looked, "I don't have any spare with me so you'll have to deal with the knowledge of me going commando until we get there." Her still-morning tired voice couldn't quite yet manage the teasing voice that was supposed to be delivered in.

[Ivan The Mouse]

Wynn smirked as the man bowed to her, before taking a shot of his flask.  She eyed the flask as she smelled the familiar scent coming from it and asked, "By any chance, is that absinthe you are partaking in?"

"Yes, it is, my lady. It's unlouched." Rattus answered specifically. "Why did you inquire so, my lady?"

[Kaze]

LANCELOT

Lancelot’s head came up to peer at Arturia, his wide eyes hidden inside the dark helm. “Wha…” The normally eloquent knight was at a complete loss for words. No longer king? She considered him a friend? So much for the answers he had hoped for.

The young woman held his armored hands in her own, urging him to stand, but Lancelot still felt unworthy. Hesitantly rising to his full height, towering over the former king, he had to wonder if there was a discrepancy between his memories and Arturia’s. He wanted to understand her side of the story, but was at a loss for how to ask.

The situation was then taken out of his hands by the small crowd of people that had gathered nearby. A few scattered bright flashes of light went off, and several pushy commoners shoved strange looking black sticks at both of the former Servants. A sea of questions and loud voices rolled over Lancelot’s ears, but it barely even registered to him. The world tinged red, and he ground his teeth together trying to maintain his composure.

Atone atone atone atone every violence every crime every victim atone for everything die die die diediediedieDieDieDieDieDie Know the conscience to reform crimes.

The dark knight could feel a growl rumbling in his throat. Mastering himself, he closed his eyes and stood up completely straight, taking a deep breath to clear his head.

[Daiki]

Enkidu sealed Gilgamesh's hand with his own, his expression solemn.

"My answer has not changed. Though the era and the circumstances change, my loyalty remains intact. Old friend, I longed for the moment we would become battle brothers again. Chaos can not be tolerated. In answer to your request, I will slain anybody and anything violating your kingdom. Let us build a place where humanity can prosper like in the past."

His face softened.

"We can skip festivities for the moment. However, I will gladly follow you to this palace. But before we go, I have one request, my King. Would you know of a device allowing me to communicate with people of this era?"

Enkidu smiled shamelessly, his eyes wandering towards the dragon.

"I wish to understand those who do not use the Unified Language."

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In the end, the wounded lad had been taken by Vlad. It was a logical decision if they wanted to avoid unnecessary conflict with the man. Usually, Kyle would have emitted a complaint about selling out a guest but the guy seemed immortal and resourceful enough to escape his jailers once. Probably would be fine.

That's at least what he told himself as he entered the kitchen. The werewolf harvested the room in search of a large glass, fresh lemonade and fruits. With what he needed on a tray, he headed back to the infirmary. There, he found without surprise Elizabeth and Togg obviously keeping watch on their unconscious comrade.

"I'll take it from there. You guys can take a break. I reckon you didn't have food in you for a while, the kitchen's free right now. There are also showers and free beds on the third floor if you want to take a nap. I'll let you know when she wakes up."

With that said, he set down the tray near Samantha's bed and sit by her side. Then, he opened the novel he had picked up in the library and started reading.

[Dallas]

LANCELOT

Lancelot’s head came up to peer at Arturia, his wide eyes hidden inside the dark helm. “Wha…” The normally eloquent knight was at a complete loss for words. No longer king? She considered him a friend? So much for the answers he had hoped for.

The young woman held his armored hands in her own, urging him to stand, but Lancelot still felt unworthy. Hesitantly rising to his full height, towering over the former king, he had to wonder if there was a discrepancy between his memories and Arturia’s. He wanted to understand her side of the story, but was at a loss for how to ask.

The situation was then taken out of his hands by the small crowd of people that had gathered nearby. A few scattered bright flashes of light went off, and several pushy commoners shoved strange looking black sticks at both of the former Servants. A sea of questions and loud voices rolled over Lancelot’s ears, but it barely even registered to him. The world tinged red, and he ground his teeth together trying to maintain his composure.

Atone atone atone atone every violence every crime every victim atone for everything die die die diediediedieDieDieDieDieDie Know the conscience to reform crimes.

The dark knight could feel a growl rumbling in his throat. Mastering himself, he closed his eyes and stood up completely straight, taking a deep breath to clear his head.

Rock trudged slowly through the hustle and bustle of the city street. Revy had gone to get some jeans, not that he could exactly blame her in this weather. "Haah... Dutch is probably going to kill us..." Although the disappearance of the Black Lagoon may appear initially as if it had been sunk, when no wreckage is found off the coast of Cuba the net likely conclusion Dutch will come to is that Revy and himself ran off with it.

His attention was brought back to reality when he turned his head to a commotion next to him. "A... press conference?" It seems the police were giving a public announcement, manned strangely enough by a teenaged girl. He stopped walking to try and listen to what they were saying. After all, he knew nothing about his current location, and this was a great opportunity. "We merely wish to warn the magic wielders of this city of this potential danger.  That is all.  We will release more information once we have it."

"Magic users?" He mumbled to himself, trying to put together what exactly she meant. Before he could, however, his attention was once again averted, this time by a loud impact. A semi driving along the road hit a rather unusual looking pedestrian at full speed, sending him flying about a meter and a half from Rock's feet. "W-What the--!?" He was taken aback by the spectacle. The man who rolled near him was clad in armor. Cosplay perhaps? The fact that it withstood an impact from a truck going that speed seemed to suggest otherwise. It truly was real armor, but why was someone wearing that in a place like this? "Are you alr--"

'Alright' is what he tried to say, but his words were cut off when the man stood to his feet. "No, let me through," the blond woman whom held the center of attention moments before yelled as she ran towards the man. When she approached, the man fell again. No, not fell, rather, he was... kneeling? "King Arthur."

King Arthur? King Arthur!? What was this man talking about? Was he insane? Clearly he was not in a proper state of mind if he thought that--
"Rise, my friend.  I am no longer king.  We are equal and it pleases me to see you."

At that, the crowd soon surrounded near, pushing him out of the way yet closer to the two as they shoved microphones in the girls face. At this point, Rock came to his senses. "Enough, all of you!" He faced the girl whom seemed to be receiving much attention. "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!"

[Dallas]

"I mean, I'd be happy with the help, but I don't have much to go by, my phone barely works, the police have been absolutely useless and we're on a wild goose chase. If you wanna give me a hand I'd be, uh, really happy."

"Well lets take a look at things from a different angle. How long you two been wanderin round this city? You know if she had any friends livin' here? If so she might be stayin with them, giving you another face to inspect the location of to narrow a search. If she doesn't, she I doubt someone related to a person giving off such a fancy vibe like yourself would be willing to sleep on the street. You try hitting up any hotels yet to inquire about her? It may be a big city but that's a sure fire method right there. "

[Kat]

Rodriguez observed the commotion caused by the black knight. He did too sense that the armored man was practically dwarfing his own reserves of magical energy, though it smaller than the girl's. Shit, whole Council of the Nine would get a freakout if they were here. What is this, the Mythic Age? He overheard the mention of King Arthur "You are kidding me, King Arthur a woman? I really should quit" he retorted, dropping the joint and squashing it under his heel.

[YOLF]

Fate

Asileron

"I never grow tired and can recreate my body even if it is completely destroyed, I am physically stronger and more skilled then any ordinary human, I am a powerful pyromancer, and you are not mistaken. My people are called demons."

Fate's smile did not deepen so much as stretch, taking in the words of the demon. His mind recorded the information with infallible, inhuman precision, the mage's brow furrowing just the slightest with the remembrance of a close and troublesome concept. There could be no other way to describe that ability but as a high level form of immortality. Which meant he could not be satisfied with knowing of it only such a brief description.

"I see." he assented with a nod, "Those talents mark you as a desirable asset indeed. I would like to hear more of them in detail."

Fate leaned slightly over his desk, the calculating glint of his working mind hidden behind stony eyes when he next inquired Asileron: "Your ability to recreate yourself from scratch. How does it work? Is it an intrinsical part of your nature, or fueled by something else in some way? Does it have limitations?"

[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]

"We're going right, and we need to move quickly."

"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…”