Cross Effects 3.0 - November 16, 2014—April 13, 2015

[Elf]

Abigail

The Changeling grinned at Law and said, "Okay, the rules for riding the broom stick are as this.  1.) Close your eyes.  You might get freaked out and plus the wind is really strong and I didn't bring an extra pair of goggles with me.  2.) Lean when I lean and relax.  If you're all tense and stuff it'll be very bad.  3.) Arms around my waist.  Anywhere else will wreck my balance which would be very bad because we'd go tumbling to your death and my very bad ouch but I could theoretically walk away from."

Then she rested her rear on the shaft of the broomstick as much as possible.  "Oh, you might wanna try sidesaddle.  This isn't very good for male parts."


Forest

Forest raised one eyebrow at Archer's dismissal of Adjutor's "gift".

She studied the Servant, differently than her randy, pent-up libido was doing earlier.  Even if Saber hadn't spun her sortied tale about Archer's tragic past, Forest would have read it in that instant.  Don't trust Romans bearing gifts, she thought to herself, her hand absently rubbing the bite scar on the left side of her neck.

"Apparently he has this thing where he wants to feed people with his body.  He offered me blood and I declined," Forest said to Archer with a shrug.   

[Ivan The Mouse]

[...]
« Good grief, do tell, who would this retarded bitch be? »

"And who the fuck are you?" Neo was annoyed when someone laid a hand on his shoulder and asked the question. "Am I supposed to be scared of you right now, huh, bitch? Getta fuck outta here. Yukina's a retarded bitch, and I'm telling it like how it looks like to me."

"Remei-san!" Yukina called out the man. "Please do not start a fight here. It is alright. Neo-san did not harm me. He was always like that to anyone, so please just let him be."

"See?" Neo said, "She might be a retarded bitch, but she ain't thin-skinned like the rest of you faggots. Man the fuck up, you niggers. She's manlier than the rest of you, so shut the fuck up!"

[SINIB]

Faust

Faust joined Mordred on the bench and accepted her offer. “Sure, why not?” He said, taking a cigarette out of the offered package and lighting it with a small spell.

Sakura turned and ran into an alley, ”Caster,have you found Shirou yet?!? Something bad is going to happen, come meet up with me if they haven’t!”

Faust quickly stood up with a concerned expression. “I’m sorry Mordred, but my master has just sent an urgent message to me, I’m afraid I have to go right away.”

[Knick]

Suiren

"I will have to ask you to remain here, though. I do not wish to lead you to where my master is located, in case you intend to cause her harm", she said.

“Yaaaaa… No. I want to ask that girly something anyway. Something she said peaked my interest ya see.” She replied, walking over to the living armor.

 “Besides, no reason to hurt her, we not fighting after all. On top of that can’t get a fight if my buddy here isn’t fixed.” She said before slapping the armor on the back. Accidentally sending him to the ground face first by accident

 “Whoops.” 

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Abigail

The Changeling grinned at Law and said, "Okay, the rules for riding the broom stick are as this.  1.) Close your eyes.  You might get freaked out and plus the wind is really strong and I didn't bring an extra pair of goggles with me.  2.) Lean when I lean and relax.  If you're all tense and stuff it'll be very bad.  3.) Arms around my waist.  Anywhere else will wreck my balance which would be very bad because we'd go tumbling to your death and my very bad ouch but I could theoretically walk away from."

Then she rested her rear on the shaft of the broomstick as much as possible.  "Oh, you might wanna try sidesaddle.  This isn't very good for male parts."

Lawrence

"Alright, close eyes, no groping, ride like a lady, I think I got it." Law nodded, shifting his leg over and wrapping his arms around Abigail's waist, shimmying down the broomstick. It was awkward considering he was a few inches taller than her. "Not that I was going to grope you or anything. Oh god I should just shut up now shouldn't I."

You probably should.

[Panda]

Adjutor bristled at the two-pronged attack from Archer and Forest, withdrawing his hand and letting the mana return to his reserve.

"Hey, in all fairness, you'll need blood sooner or later, and he'll need mana, or so I thought," Adjutor points out, "I can spare a fair bit of both, but that's not why I came back here. The reason I came back he-"

And then a resounding growl from his stomach finishes his sentence for him.

"...I actually haven't eaten since yesterday morning..." Adjutor finishes somewhat sheepishly, "I don't have any money to buy food from outside, and I didn't think mooching food off anyone down at the police station would have been a good idea."

All that aside, I can honestly say I agree with our hostess. We're going to hate this guy.

...Ah well, at least we're not alone. Besides, it's not mana that this guy needs, but an anchor. Remember Rider? Back at the hospital?

You mean with how she looked a bit...shaky, for lack of a better term?

And the Sorcerer didn't. Perhaps the difference was that one of them had a contract and the other didn't.

Well, that would match up with how she didn't look nearly as shaky later, when we accidentally broke into the Sorcerer's workshop.

Just to be sure...

Adjutor takes yet another look at Archer with his eyes unsealed, his suspicions confirmed by what he sees. Though not nearly as shaky as Rider's presence was, there was some definite disturbances in Archer that likely wouldn't be there without-

"Of course the mana isn't an issue for you yet," Adjutor notes, "You need an anchor more than you need a mana source, correct?"


"Thin-skinned?" Michael smirks, "Hardly. There are just certain things that set one off just so...suddenly, for lack of a better term. At least, they've certainly set this young man behind you off."

Michael then takes a moment to look over the newcomer, apparently the creator of the bird familiar. Looked a bit on the thin side, but the rapier on his belt seemed to suggest that this was on purpose. Of greater importance were the seared and bandaged wounds. Pyromancer, possibly more magics, skilled with a sword. This one would be a decent fight. But first...

"Of course, that statement you made would also imply that you regard her as being 'manlier' as you call it, than you, which I doubt. Regardless, it seems that our new friend here is more than able of completing the work that needs to be done here," with that, Michael turns to the pirate,"And by what moniker may I know you...shipmaster?"

[Kotomine_Rin]

Vanguard

The metal knight wasn't prepared for the sudden impact, the slap on the back slammed him face first to the ground without him having a chance to even react.

Sighing in annoyance, he spoke, still dignified even if his head laid in the ground. "Rider, don't be foolish, you know I am much slower than you are. Certainly you can reach Sakura without any problems alone and bring her here with haste. I would only slow you down, and besides..."

"...I rather keep Empress company, surely you wouldn't mind."

Turning his attention to the aloof warrior, he gave a short laugh before humouring her, obviously amused by his predicament and his opponent's spirit. "Empress, I see you are rather eager. Do tell, just what are you? It is hard to believe a human could reach such strength in a lifetime."

[Kat]

Gintoki

I never heard of an exorcist banishing evil spirits through some sort of domestic violence, something is fishy here... thought Gintoki upon seeing Suiren "slamming" the armor to the ground. However, it continued talking. Gintoki had an epiphany Wait, wait, she's not Onmyouji! She's the second sadist in that perverted tbreesome. But who would be so morally bankrupt to engage in SM with souls of departed?! Gintoki was shocked at such development.

It-it cannot be helped, the Stand is the victim here. I will deal a merciful blow and banish it...

His mind set on saving the poor soul, Gintoki started singing out of loud A Thousand Winds, walking towards the trio:

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."

Mordred

"Don't tell me she got into trouble again?" Mordred asked with some concern. After all, this city was a dangerous one, and who knows what might have happened.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Lorenzo Remei

The pirate grunted in annoyance, obviously displeased by the fool's rudeness and vulgar unpleasantness. Of course, he wasn't the most polite pirate out there, but even he could see that man was going too far, he was getting more pissed off by the second.

His eye twitching as the cretin added injury to Yukina's name, Lorenzo tried to keep a smile, even if everything in the world urged him to stab the poor lad to death and leave his gaping throat hanging on a mast .

Sadly, he wasn't in the mood for such shenanigans, and besides... a woman was watching. Sighing, he grabbed the blonde man by the collar with his hand and lifted him up high, his face twisting with madness and golden eyes piercing further than any blade could.

"Well, well, my name is unimportant, and I doubt a cur like you would remember it anyways. With the intellect you have shown so far, I would be surprised if you were able to shit proper.", the pirate snarled, spit flying towards the man's place.

"Listen well, because I am quite in a generous, and because I am indebted to Yukina, I will not shed your worthless pissant blood here and now. Ain't I a kind fellow?"

Effortlessly throwing the fool back, Lorenzo clicked his tongue in annoyance, glancing at the other stranger, he gave him a pleased look. He didn't seem like a bad lad, perhaps he stumbled in the manor as well.

Regaining his composure, he tightened his tie before walking up to the blonde man once again. Grabbing hold of his hair, he pulled him towards him and growled angrily.

"Now, you can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is your lad, now, apologize at once to lady Yukina, or I fear you'll wish I killed you here and now."


Birdy Bird Bird of FAIAH

    _{Holy     fuck,      is           this    dumbass real?}
"Cheep Cheep, Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep?", the creature muttered, or chirped, or like, yknow, did something and noise came out. At this point, the poor bird was fucking terrified, he knew full well that the one thing scarier than his daddy angered is a swarm of giant vampire chihuahuas. Seriously, once you see that shit, you realize how much of a pussy you truly are, nothing scares you anymore.

Not even the thought of marathoning the Twilight movies can faze you anymore. Like, that shit is fucked up, but at least you get some cheap entertainment out of having your friends suffer trough them. But there was not fun here, only anger and suffering for the poor lad.

Eagerly awaiting the bloodbath and carnage that would ensue, the bird had readied popcorn, a Lorenzo United flag, party whistle and a Lorenzo#1 glove.

He even took the time to bring his Iphone in order to take pictures out of this clusterfuck and share them on Facebook and Twitter.

His millions of followers would definitely get a kick out of this mess, sick fucks they are, all of them.
I mean, instead of going outside and doing something PRODUCTIVE like banging chicks, they spend their time liking moronic pictures and circlejerking like the faggots they are. Cretins, all of em!

But this glorious magnificent fucker knew better, he lived in the moment, and reveled in it. So he'd cheer on his daddy, like the good son he always was.
 
    _{You   done     fucked      it        up     boy,        get        em     pops!}
"Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep, cheep cheep cheep!", he cheered thunderously, awaiting the entertaining massacre that ought to ensue out of this mess.

[Elf]

Abigail

Abigail grinned at Law's babbling and giggled, her peridot-green eyes meeting Law's.  He was so different than the Frat Boys who tried to hit on her and get into her pants.  He was more honest, and considering most of the Fae she had to hang out with it was refreshing.

Sure she sensed another presence inside of him, but this was Nexus.  He wouldn't be the first person with a spirit riding side car in his head that she'd met.  However I might get to ask him questions about it, she thought, her smile broadening.

"You wouldn't be the first one who tried, but at least you warned me about it," she said with a grin as the broomstick easily supported their weight.  "Now hold on . . ."  She gripped the broomstick, leaned forward and shot off into the sky, making sure Law was holding on for dear life.


Forest

Forest sighed, rubbed her forehead, and said, "Look, I know you're meaning well.  I know about meaning well, but you're just a wee whimpersnaper.  Trust me, I can get blood elsewhere.  I'm careful when I feed and I have my reasons why I don't want to feed off of you. And if Archer wants to find an anchor or not is up to him.  If he's going to commit suicide, at least he's not going to be a pratt about it."

To Archer, in Japanese, she said, "People have a . . . very happy reaction to my bite that generally requires them to change their pants after I'm done.  And considering Martyr Boy's a virgin, I don't want him to get infatuated with me.  Its happened before in the past.  Its messy and he's not my type."

[Umbra of Chaos]

David

A bemused expression crossed David's face at the thought of such a fragile form of magecraft. It was horrendously impractical, unless, of course, you were only active at the night. "A type of magic that is easily disrupted by something as simple as sunlight? That must be so very difficult to use on a daily basis considering it would be useless in any situation during the day. It would only be useful for beings that call the night home, wouldn't it?"

The Scholarly grew a bit more alert with that statement but the Joyous still seemed utterly relaxed. Both were certain in their own way that if a fight were to break out they could incapacitate the woman in some way.


Ann

A frown crossed Ann's new, gentler face at the angel's response. "Such sterile thinking, Little Angel. You should be more expressive."

With more care than she usually had Death gently caressed Sarse and moved her face towards the angel and gave him a light kiss. Of course, the gentleness of her lips brushing against his own didn't stop her foot from slipping down his pants and brushing against his length.
 

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Abigail

Abigail grinned at Law's babbling and giggled, her peridot-green eyes meeting Law's.  He was so different than the Frat Boys who tried to hit on her and get into her pants.  He was more honest, and considering most of the Fae she had to hang out with it was refreshing.

Sure she sensed another presence inside of him, but this was Nexus.  He wouldn't be the first person with a spirit riding side car in his head that she'd met.  However I might get to ask him questions about it, she thought, her smile broadening.

"You wouldn't be the first one who tried, but at least you warned me about it," she said with a grin as the broomstick easily supported their weight.  "Now hold on . . ."  She gripped the broomstick, leaned forward and shot off into the sky, making sure Law was holding on for dear life.


Forest

Forest sighed, rubbed her forehead, and said, "Look, I know you're meaning well.  I know about meaning well, but you're just a wee whimpersnaper.  Trust me, I can get blood elsewhere.  I'm careful when I feed and I have my reasons why I don't want to feed off of you. And if Archer wants to find an anchor or not is up to him.  If he's going to commit suicide, at least he's not going to be a pratt about it."

To Archer, in Japanese, she said, "People have a . . . very happy reaction to my bite that generally requires them to change their pants after I'm done.  And considering Martyr Boy's a virgin, I don't want him to get infatuated with me.  Its happened before in the past.  Its messy and he's not my type."

Lawrence

He'd ridden on a motorcycle before, so the holding on for dear life wasn't unusual, but what Law wasn't used to was riding sidesaddle, or the sudden acceleration of the broom into the air. "Oh, oh SHIT!"

Riding sidesaddle made him feel like he was about to fall off and plummet to his death, even as he held tightly to the fae's body. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have accepted his balls ending up crushed against the broomshaft rather than this. Too late to change this now however.

Archer

"Suicide doesn't really apply to those who are already dead." Archer shrugged off the comment.  "I don't really need an anchor either as long as I have magical energy." This was true. His Independent Action would take care of that.

He switched to Japanese as soon as Forest did. "Orgasmic bites? That's rather gentler than the vampire's I'm used to."

[Elf]

Abigail

Abby was smiling as they were riding through the air.  She heard Law's cursing and shouted, "Just hold on!  I'll catch you if you fall, but I don't wanna test that!"

She lowered towards the ground, put kept up the velocity.  She wove in and out of streets and between buildings, heading towards the compound she had heard so much about.  Enough that she memorized its location in case she ever had to go see Lady Law herself.


Forest

Forest shrugged and said in Japanese, "Its sort of annoying.  I would have been happier if I could just make a person feel tipsy or mellowed out.  Besides, Feeding, when not in battle from an enemy, should be a sacred thing.  Someone is sharing their life with me.  I shouldn't abuse that."

She looked away and fidgeted with a shrug.

[Mooncake]

Ezra Longinia


"Really. Only one of us is holding a weapon."

The lance that the black knight was holding disappeared, evaporating as it encountered the foreign energies of the Servant. Something made from the spearman's blood could easily be dispelled at a thought. Ezra very slowly lowered his spear.

"I don't know who you are. The people you sheltered were dead, though. You know that. You can also probably guess that they've killed people... but I guess it doesn't matter. I'll leave because I can. I don't think I could beat you in a fight."

Having said as much, surprisingly neutral for a man who had been fighting – and winning – a battle for his life against four vampires, the spearman swung the Lance over his shoulders, and slowly retreating backwards, started to swing around the corner.


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Vlad Drăculea


"While it does, indeed, bring me some pain to say it, I will be venturing by myself from this castle shortly. I will return precisely three hours from my time of departure. In the meantime..." his golden eyes burned from the shadows at his ever-faithful servant.

"How is our guest?"

[Panda]

"..." Adjutor looks from Forest to Archer and back, then back to Archer, "So...There are more pancakes, right?"

Then a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention, turning, he finds a familiar mana signature, covered in equally familiar designs.

"Welcome back, Robo-Golem," Adjutor says with a wave to the golem, who, unbeknownst to him, is still invisible, "Sorry I couldn't stick around for a spar. Did you get bored?"