Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Forest bit her lip as she looked at Archer's teasing smile.  Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gripped the plate in her hands.

"Yes, I just asked you on a date," she managed to say before quickly looking away, "I was offering to show you around town."

Then she braced herself for the upcoming rejection.

Archer just nodded, speaking once again. "Sure, I'd love for you to show me around town. I should be good on magical energy for that long at least."

Taking a bit of food off the plate, he munched on it considering just how similar the people he'd been summoned (well, fell into the bed of) were to one another. The universe it seemed, loved patterns.

[Elf]

Saber nodded at Lancelot's statement and eyed him.  Taking a deep breath, she said, "You can call me Arturia if you wish.  King Arthur . . . has been dead for quite some time apparently.  However, I do go by Saber here."

Quinn tilted his head back and said, "Hey Lancelot, we don't drink there.  Beer tastes like fucking shit, but they do have non-alcoholic stuff there."

Saber nodded, causing her ahoge to bob so slightly, and she said, "Yes, they have this beverage called 'Dr. Pepper' and it can be mixed with vanilla syrup.  It is . . . wonderful."

"Art, you keep drinking that shit you're going to rot your fucking teeth out," Quinn said, smiling slightly and hiding his canines.

Heat filled Saber's cheeks at both the familiar term Quinn had called her and his chiding.  There were times where he reminded her of Archer:  he was concerned about her well being but confessed this by being somewhat insulting.  She folded her arms around herself and she replied, "Dental hygiene has advanced far enough where that is not a concern."

******

Wynn watched as the German man composed himself as they traversed the shadows together.  His hand was pleasantly warm in hers, but his manner was slightly odd.  He had been nervous sitting in Forest's study for whatever reason. 

Then again, Wynn cared little for the mental states of mortals.

She opened her "door" into her personal salon.  The room had a coolness to it despite its pleasant temperature.  The walls and floor were composed of a deep gray stone with white opalescence heavily threaded within it.  There was plush, black leather furniture and a table made of dark wood that sat low to accommodate the heavy black  chairs. 

Smiling, she let go of Rattus' hand and said, "Have a seat."

******

Forest noticed the wink Henry gave Archer as he left and was glad she couldn't blush at the moment.

That, Forest thought at Archer's reminder that he had an expiration date if action wasn't taken.  She watched him eat quietly for a moment before biting her lip.

"About the magical energy.  How can we make sure you get a supply so you don't bloody fade away?" Forest asked in a soft voice.

******

Gabriel raised his eyebrows and said, "Even if its slightly devious?"

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Forest noticed the wink Henry gave Archer as he left and was glad she couldn't blush at the moment.

That, Forest thought at Archer's reminder that he had an expiration date if action wasn't taken.  She watched him eat quietly for a moment before biting her lip.

"About the magical energy.  How can we make sure you get a supply so you don't bloody fade away?" Forest asked in a soft voice.

"The easiest way would be to form a contract, though how to do that may be tricky, and I know of only one real way I can perform it with any certainty." Archer finished off his little snack, before continuing on. "Feeding me blood or souls should work otherwise. I need spiritual or magical power to keep me, well, grounded."

[Elf]

Forest eyed her wrist and then looked back at Archer.  He kept dancing around forming a contract.  Which meant it was more than just some magical ritual, or at least the only way he could preform it.  Not to mention Gabriel was really bloody happy when he started talking about it, the blond thought to herself.

"Well, I don't have any souls for you to snack on, but I can always get blood," she said before absently rubbing her wrist.

[Brahmastra]

"Oh it is exactly because it's "devious" that I'm curious. So, please, enlighten me."

[Ivan The Mouse]

Wynn watched as the German man composed himself as they traversed the shadows together.  His hand was pleasantly warm in hers, but his manner was slightly odd.  He had been nervous sitting in Forest's study for whatever reason. 

Then again, Wynn cared little for the mental states of mortals.

She opened her "door" into her personal salon.  The room had a coolness to it despite its pleasant temperature.  The walls and floor were composed of a deep gray stone with white opalescence heavily threaded within it.  There was plush, black leather furniture and a table made of dark wood that sat low to accommodate the heavy black  chairs. 

Smiling, she let go of Rattus' hand and said, "Have a seat."

"Thank you, my lady." He replied compliantly, as she let go his hand. Upon exiting the shadows, Rattus internally marveled when he saw the salon for the first time, with its walls and floor made with what seemed to be as polished dark gray granite and its leather and dark wood furniture. He thought that this room's aesthetic style did not match the warehouse-like exterior of the residence, if ever that this room was actually a part of the structure.

As he walked to the leather sofa and before taking his seat, Rattus turned to face the mysterious woman for the last time. He then straightened his posture in a very military manner and stated, "Pardon me if I did not properly introduce myself earlier, by the way, and I would like to do so right now. I am..." He paused for a bit to ponder what name should he tell to her, whether should he use his old aristocratic name or his modern name, not that there was much of a difference between the two.

But he was quick to make a decision. "...I am Rattus von Engles. Again, I am grateful to meet you and more so that you have entertained me into your residence."

[Kat]

Jorge felt like a stalker. He was unsure if following them even as they jumped into a vehicle was a right thing to do, but he was interested in offering help in the investigation. Shit, I need find way to keep up with the car Hoping it would not be too vulgar spell, he took some painkillers for work his Life sphere Magic, and as he was already under the influence of THC, he could combine it with his Time sphere. He planned to augment his body in order to run faster while accelerating time to not lose the sight of the car. He hoped that this world was more adjusted to seeing magic and he would not keel over from the Paradox.

[MissingMandible]

Songbird

Songbird was already committed to the attack when a newcomer arrived. To him, the child was just another intruder in his roost.

It only took a slight alteration of the path to allow the manbird to strike both.

When Songbird slammed onto the rooftop, he caught the Hooded One underneath his taloned feet. Moments later, the A/C unit in his right hand slammed down on the Little One. As soon as he made contact with the intruders, the manbird spread his wings and shot up into the air again to view his handiwork.

[Alice]

Revya

Shiro's comment about his "old associates" piqued her curiosity, but before she could try inquiring, their food arrived.

The grilled chicken was simple, but obviously prepared well and smelled great. Next to the chicken was a stack of fat, juicy looking steak fries.

Revya blushed as her stomach growled a bit. She really should have ate a bigger meal before they left.

While trying to retain some semblance of manners, she tucked into her food with gusto.

"Mmph, this ain't half bad. Gotta give you that much, Old Man. Hey, Kid! I know you're hungry and all, but slow down, would ya? Look, it's like what I said way back when we were at What'sHisAss's place, right? You gotta saaavor it. Not that this is up to that quality, but eh, ain't much we can do about that shit."

Mille

"Two days should be plenty for magi of your caliber. Your mission was simply to investigate. The receptionist seems to believe she went out with a random male, yet she did not confide in you this? What lousy teamwork indeed. Though, I don't particularly hold you accountable for her actions, but surely you could be doing more than... exorcising... at a pool side. You are not on vacation after all, this is work."

This Mille raised an eyebrow at. She continued her lifting, never ceasing. How she could just keep lifting like this was a mystery for the ages.

"From what intel I've already gathered, this city alone is about the size of a small country. On the larger end of that, no less. While we've already found a potential explanation for the portal that manifested in our world, to conduct a thorough investigation and study of this plane of existence, two days is simply insufficient. That would be like submitting a paragraph for an assignment where one was asked to write a ten page paper. Our mission is to explore this world as well, to see how it can be used to further the Association's goals."

Mille shook her head. "If the Association is really so foolish as to condone conducting such a sloppy investigation, I would have to begin questioning their competency." Again, her voice had not a single hint of mockery.

At last, the weight went down. Instead of approaching Luvia however, she went over to a nearby treadmill, set the machine to start at a steady pace, and began walking. Nothing was going to stop her exercise routine, unless, of course, it was terribly important.

Rin

Rin didn't notice Lancer's smirk because her head was tucked close to his chest, for warmth. And oh, what a chest it was. The Tohsaka heir wasn't particularly fond of the random blizzard, but having to snuggle close to the Servant as a consequence- now that, that she could easily live with. Still, the cold still wasn't terribly fun, and she still couldn't wait until they could get to someplace warm. And at the speed they were going at, anything she would have to say would be torn right out of her throat anyway, lost to the winds.

So Rin just repositioned herself a tiny bit, and reveled as much as she could in the warmth Lancer provided her with. She could use all of it she could get.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Forest eyed her wrist and then looked back at Archer.  He kept dancing around forming a contract.  Which meant it was more than just some magical ritual, or at least the only way he could preform it.  Not to mention Gabriel was really bloody happy when he started talking about it, the blond thought to herself.

"Well, I don't have any souls for you to snack on, but I can always get blood," she said before absently rubbing her wrist.

"Being a vampire does have that perk, doesn't it?" Archer shrugged, leaning against the wall. "And really, I don't want to have to eat souls. I bet that it would taste horrible."

[Kaze]

LANCELOT

Saber? Now that he thought about it, that was her class during the 4th Heaven’s Feel. Lancelot thought it odd that she would still be referred to by her old class name, and hoped that people didn’t start calling him Berserker.

The dark knight twitched at Quinn’s appalling manners towards the former king and forced himself to remain calm. As she had made clear, Arturia was no longer king, and she considered him a friend. Lancelot had no ground on which to rebuke the man for his insolence. Still, the thought of beating Quinn insensate with one of the nearby signs next to the road greatly amused the Knight of the Lake.

Remaining silent, he continued to follow Quinn and Saber, hoping that they came to the “Brewery” (What world was this where people went to a brewery without the intent to drink?) soon. Lancelot was no stranger to hunger, but now that he was calmer, he could clearly feel his body demanding nourishment.

[Elf]

"To be blunt, I'm trying to get my Godmother fucked," Gabriel said as he opened up his closet. 

He smirked at La Folia and said, "The means to my goal fell into her bed earlier this morning.  However, both of them need a bit of a push."

******

Wynn tilted her head and said, "I am Lady Wynn Umbra."

The man had not earned the right to her real name.  As he sit, she walked over to the bar and began to gather the ingredients for proper absinthe.  "It is a pleasure to meet you."

******

Lancer slowed down as he saw the familiar blond head.  Rin was cuddling against him, probably shivering something fierce.   He took off the leather jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around her shoulders.  "Sorry about that, you okay?"

******

Saber felt eyes watching them and held up her hand.  Quinn was already looking around, his night-dark eyes scanning the crowd.  Saber turned around to see two familiar figures, one of them very familiar and a wonderful sight to see. 

The former king's face lit up as she saw Tohsaka Rin being wrapped in Lancer's jacket.  Seeing Lancer there was a bit odd, but then she had been reunited with one of her former knights minutes before.  Then her eyes narrowed as she noticed Lancer cradling Rin in his arms.

She knew of the Celt's life and his . . . indiscretions. 

However, she was already all but running towards Rin, a smile across her face.

******

"Good," Forest said, "I mean, I don't want you eating souls because that's . . . well, that's blackest of the black arts."

Biting her lip, she said, "If . . . until we can find you a tether person or what not, I can donate."

******

As Saber ran towards the Japanese school girl with the super aquamarine eyes and the rougish guy with blue hair, Quinn's eyes found the person who was following them.  He pointed and said, "Fucking show yourself."

[Alice]

Rin

Lancer slowed down as he saw the familiar blond head.  Rin was cuddling against him, probably shivering something fierce.   He took off the leather jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around her shoulders.  "Sorry about that, you okay?"

The drop in speed was just enough so she could talk. Not quite normally though. Her teeth were chattering. "N-no, I-I've been through worse, r-really! I can handle a little c-cold! I'm f-fine!"

The jacket was much appreciated, however, and she found herself wrapping it around her shoulders more tightly.

She spotted Saber waving from down below, and couldn't help but smile and wave back.

She seems so happy to see me. Heh... maybe things turned out better between us in her timeline too, in mine, we didn't exactly leave on the best of terms... The Servants in mine got the short end of the stick, it seems.

Still, she kept smiling. Until she noticed Saber's companion (possibly her Master?) yelling something up at them. She couldn't quite hear him through the height and the wind, and they were high up enough that she couldn't try reading his lips. But she could tell even from up here the guy didn't seem happy. If he tried anything though, they'd be ready. After all, she just got through this bitter cold, didn't she? She made it through her Grail War. She could make it through just about anything.

[Ivan The Mouse]

Wynn tilted her head and said, "I am Lady Wynn Umbra."

The man had not earned the right to her real name.  As he sit, she walked over to the bar and began to gather the ingredients for proper absinthe.  "It is a pleasure to meet you."

He nodded once towards Wynn as an acknowledgement to her introduction before he finally relaxed his posture a bit and took his sit.

As he watched her gather the necessary implements and ingredients needed for the absinthe ritual, Rattus began to ponder when will be the appropriate time for him to start talking about his business proposals to the lady of the shadows, especially that she didn't seem to have the need for any modern firearm or military equipment due to her supernatural abilities. Even if she did, he took it to himself to carefully calculate and pick out the words he would use in order initiate such discussion regarding that manner, as it was apparent that she was the type of personality who had high standards when it comes to the people she acquainted with. And thus, he was caught in deep thought again, not relaxing even if he was seated in the salon of a royal lady who was making louched absinthe for the two of them.

[Brahmastra]

"To be blunt, I'm trying to get my Godmother fucked," Gabriel said as he opened up his closet. 

He smirked at La Folia and said, "The means to my goal fell into her bed earlier this morning.  However, both of them need a bit of a push."

"Hoho, is that so? Who is the lucky guy?"