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

[Kaze]

EMIYA SHIROU

Son of a bitch, the pegasus was gaining on him too fast. It was only expected that it would be faster than the freelance magus, but at this rate it would catch him before he found a suitably empty hiding spot. With a sigh, Shirou came to a stop on one of the smaller skyscrapers and turned to face his persuers.

"Trace, on," he said, preparing multiple blueprints of simple, nameless swords he had seen somewhere before, to be projected quickly in case violence or intimidation became necessary.

[SINIB]

Shirou (HF)

"Foolish? No, I just think chasing other mes can wait after I understand what's going on here..."

Sakura sighed with relief. "Thank goodness... Senpai, it's not easy to find people in the Nexus. It's really really hard, I looked for you for three years. If we don't talk now, I may never get the chance again."

[Panda]

Michael's expression softened for a moment as he allowed a quick sigh.

Here we go again.

"Well, let's see," Michael starts, "A lone girl carrying around a cup that's either an extremely powerful artifact that literally projects some kind of violence inducing aura, or is sealing away a being of such repulsiveness that a similar effect is generated. Either way, it's not something that can really be left alone. And even if you're going to tell me you can take care of it, do you seriously expect that kind of power let itself be restrained forever? Sooner or later, something is going to break, or someone far more willing to use its power will acquire it. Really, you'd be better off destroying..." the immortal trails off as realization hits him, all of the pieces slotting into place.

"But you can't, can you? Whatever that is, whether it's the cup itself or something sealed within, it couldn't be destroyed, so it was sealed. And it's not even going to last...Wow. Did you volunteer for this, or were you conscripted? Either way, that's a pretty raw deal. Then again, someone's gotta do it if you can't just lock it away in some forgotten corner of reality and forget about it."


Adjutor couldn't stop the frustrated groan as the hand was pulled away, only to be replaced by a slick warmth trailed up his length from the base to the tip, drawing an unrestrained moan from the teen as he tensed up completely. Then she pulled away, asking if there was something she wanted him to do.

Unable to properly articulate and equally unsure of how to express what he wants to say, the teen props himself up on his elbows, trying to pull himself away a bit.

"...I...I want...more," Adjutor finally manages to get out, "More of...whatever that was..."

[theunknownhero]

Shirou (HF)

"I see you've made up your mind. I guess it can't be helped. Fine feel free to say hello to this other me. But, you want to be a little less forceful, I mean the way you charged at him with Pegasus, it's sure to make anyone uneasy. Lets try a more friendly approach as to not spook me, again."

[Umbra of Chaos]

Natara

The dainty hands holding onto The Chalice tightened their grasp until the knuckles were white. A deep breathe calmed her down. Having the issues and problems of your life summarized so callously was far from pleasing. "Do you have anything better to do then harass me with your theories? Leave me alone. This doesn't concern you."


Ann

As Adjutor attempted to rise Ann simply reached over with a hand and pushed him back down before returning to teasing his length. A few fingers traced their way along his shaft and her tongue flitted over the head of his hardness every few seconds. After a few more moments of this torturous teasing she said, "How much more do you want, Adjutor? Do remember to beg a little. I am being very generous with you."

[Panda]

The immortal shrugs at the signs that he's hit the mark with his guesses.

"At this point," Michael admits, "Not really, though I suppose I could help you out a bit. I'd bet that I'm not the only one in the city who could figure this stuff out, and, considering how this place is, chances are that the other people who figure it out may want to take it from you. Though, this does beg the question of how you've kept it safe for as long as you have. I mean, anyone who actually wants to use that thing's power would be a godsend if there was some sort of entity trapped in there, so it would have no reason to do anything to help you...unless of course you can utilize its power, somehow, without letting it out completely. But even if you don't open the cell completely, you'd still have to poke a few holes in it to get anything out, assuming of course it's not just a matter of opening the pre-existing holes a bit wider."

With that, Michael considers the situation for a few moments more, then continues.

"Still operating under the assumption that it's an entity of some sort that's being held in that cup, the fact remains that, even if you can call upon its power without risk of corrupting yourself, the fact remains that you're still poking holes in its prison. Even if you can fill them back up, those are still weakspots, points where the being will focus all of its power into breaking out, if it has any degree of intelligence. And if it's bad enough that it had to be sealed, then I'm pretty sure it concerns a lot more people than me, which brings me to my final point."

Michael takes a moment to try to find the right words, before just giving up on subtlety altogether.

"Would some protection help? Even if you can call upon that thing's power to defend yourself, wouldn't it be better to have other defenses to depend on? I've no reason to betray you, if that's what you're worried about. Wouldn't be any fun to fight you, I'm not stupid enough to think I have any chance of destroying that thing, and I don't need its power. What I've got now has been enough for my purposes for Trinity knows how long, and I've no reason to believe that I could ever need something like that."


With his attempts to rise up foiled by a quick push, Adjutor was left unable to do anything but try to restrain himself from voicing just how good Ann's current ministrations felt. Despite that, it wasn't enough. The teen knew on an instinctual level that, there was more sensation than this to be felt. More than just the light stroking and the occasional lick and the knowledge was starting to replace the pleasure with frustration.

"Please," Adjutor manages to get out, barely managing to stifle a moan, "Please, just...more...of what you're doing right now...please..."

[Cherry Lover]

Rider continued to follow after the alternate Shirou as Sakura discussed with her Shirou whether they needed to continue the pursuit. Shirou was clearly reluctant, but Sakura seemed very determined. As they discussed it, Shirou stopped and turned to face them. Rider slowed her approach, waiting for Sakura's decision before attempting to come in to land on the skyscraper.

After a brief discussion, it became clear that Sakura was determined to continue to seek this Shirou, and her Shirou spoke.

"I see you've made up your mind. I guess it can't be helped. Fine feel free to say hello to this other me. But, you want to be a little less forceful, I mean the way you charged at him with Pegasus, it's sure to make anyone uneasy. Lets try a more friendly approach as to not spook me, again", he said.

Rider frowned.

"Well, I expected him to recognise me. After all, he surely must have his own Sakura and Rider back at home", she said. "Still, I guess you have a point, I will take it a bit slower."

She continued her approach, maintaining a slow speed in an effort to avoid scaring him further, aiming to land on the opposite side of the skyscraper's roof, keeping her distance from Shirou so as not to harm him accidentally.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

"Would you like me to crash on your couch then?"

Abigail blushed at Law's grin and question and then glared at Archer.  The redhead squared her shoulders and said, "Actually yeah!  That would be great.  I'd just need to stop at Target and pick up a few things so you're more comfortable, but I'm not fussed."

She glared at Archer's back and said, "I want you far away from Deviant Man as possible."

Forest lifted her eyebrow at Archer and said, "Abigail doesn't like you."

"No I don't like him.  He's planning something unsavory with Law and I don't like it!" the redhead said, "And anyone who makes pancakes without using vanilla is just evil."

Forest chuckled and lead Archer, Richard, and the blossoming couple to the second floor where the more lavish guestrooms are.  She said to Archer, "I'm going to have to call Saber soon.  She'll have my head if you showed up and I didn't tell her immediately."

"Saber can be rather forceful. Like when she's hungry." Archer smirked at the memory of the ravenous blonde and their meals together, so long ago. "And I think she'd be hungry enough to eat my evil demon possessed pancakes that lack the blessed vanilla."

Abigail had ruined his plans to corner Lawrence. But he wouldn't let his frustration at that fact show on his face. Not yet. He still had other options for contracting, such as his host. "Though if you stayed here Abigail, you could save her from the horror of my cooking. Just a suggestion."

Law was of another mind entirely as he stayed as far away from the spirit as he could. Forest's accommodations were nice, very nice, but the prospect of sharing a building with a crazy spirit, a priest Van Helsing wannabe that wanted to bless his dick with holy water, and a vampiress for a land lady was a little too intimidating at the moment. Especially when Abby's couch was avaliable for the taking. Either option beat the hell out of another night in the back of the Firebird.

You'll need to ask Forest for some cash to get it out of the impound.

Fuck, I almost forgot.

"Uh, Forest? Mind lending me a little cash to get my Firebird out of the impound, and for some clothes? I'll pay you back as soon as I can get my wallet out of the glovebox."

[Umbra of Chaos]

Natara

"I..." The thought was tempting. Every time the Prayers were used the prisoner was roused from his slumber. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea. It had to be better than awakening the prisoner every time aid was required. But a small test may be necessary. After all trust shouldn't be given so freely.

"If you want to help I need to trust you. If you want that then you need to touch this." She held out The Chalice. It was still firmly held but it was moved a few inches from her chest.


Ann

"I suppose I should stop teasing you. This is getting a bit boring for me now." The tanned woman stroked Adjutor's length one more time before standing up and positioning herself above his shaft. Then she so very slowly began to lower herself onto him and gave a low moan of pleasure as his hardness filled her insides. Her cheeks were a bit flushed now, a sharp contrast compared to the calm demeanor she had maintained before.

Then she started moving herself herself. Nearly pulling the teen's shaft out of her burning core before pushing it all the way back in. As fluid began to drip from her inner thighs she slowly increased the tempo. Her movements slowly becoming rougher and faster as she pleasured herself.

[Elf]

"Tell me about it," Forest said with a tiny smile rolling her eyes, "However if the food is sub-par she gets super aggressive like the cook insulted her whole family line or something.  She still eats it though.  For such a little girl she has an absurd metabolism."

Abigail smiled at Archer and said, "See, despite the pointed ears and general abstract scholar nature, I do have a sense of responsibility.  Which includes having an apartment and a job.  And keeping Law away from you because I don't know what you're wanting with him, but you want him for something."

Forest sighed, shook her head at Law, and said, "I guess I could spare you a few dollars or something . . . "  Then she winked at him.

[Panda]

The immortal gave the girl an inquisitive look, then looked at the cup itself, really a chalice if one thought about it, then back at the girl.

"I must admit to being a bit hesitant to touch an extremely powerful and obviously quite evil artifact," Michael says, "But if that's what it takes..."

With that, Michael reaches out and touches the Chalice, already on guard against any attempts to subvert his mind.


Finally, Ann stopped teasing Adjutor, drawing a slight whimper from the teen as she drew away, only to move herself above his now throbbing length. The teen looks at her, confused, as she lowers herself onto him. Adjutor feels a slight resistance of the head pressing against something before he enters the woman. Instantly, the teen tenses up at the feeling of hot folds practically drawing him in, wrapping around him in an endless caress that tears a moan from him like the sound is being torn from him as he pushes aside the hot walls of flesh.

The pleasure arcs through the teen's body as if there were a live wire where he was joined with Ann, only one from which pleasure flowed. And then Ann begins to move, sending more surges of raw sensation through Adjutor as Ann began to increase her tempo, her hips slamming into him harder and faster as he feels a strange pressure starting to build in him.

It was at this point that the teen decided that he was letting Ann do far too much of the work. Amidst the flood of ectasy crashing against his mind, Adjutor carefully watches Ann's movements. Quickly figuring out the proper timing, Adjutor lets one hand drift down to her hips before starting to thrust his hips in time with hers, forcing himself still deeper into her burning core while his other hand finds its way to a breast, groping and squeezing at the soft mound and occasionally pinching and tugging at the hard nub topping the swell in a careful imitation of what she did to herself earlier. Meanwhile, the hand at Ann's hip start to work its way up, trying to pull Ann down just enough that the teen can come up to taste the mound that his hand isn't currently occupied with, tongue swirling around the warm flesh as his teeth find the nub topping the swell.

[Knick]

Just

Just leaned back slightly as the girl shot up, making their heads narrowly avoid collision. All the while a smile graced his features. The girl then look at him and sputtered off some gibberish before finally settling on calling him “Rood”.

Just simple let lose a boisterous laughter for a good moment, when he eventually stopped he still had a grin, “Rude huh?” He said with a chuckle, and pointed to the scorch marks in the kitchen.

“Was the burner ‘rood’ also?” He teased her.

[Kat]

"...Idiot. You're the one who attacked me!" Ito snarled with a grin, the nameless woman's spear sweeped around in an attempt to land a blow.

The slash of the spear should have mowed him down by all means, and yet all it reached were the afterimages. You see, Ito was hiding inside one of his afterimages and as the spear was to cut him down, he simply dashed back into another afterimage, away from the range of the spear.

Moving away further from the woman, his grin grew wider as he leapt back, spinning with his hand moving in a sweeping motion as if to throw yet more of the kunais. This was but a feint, the true strike came from behind the woman.

Strings attached to his leg, as he kicked back to move further from the woman the transparent wires sent about five knives flying back, moving to strike behind the woman who's stance was now wide open.

Mordred

Indeed, Mordred had too little time to react to the attack. The knives hit the back of her plate armor, some of them bouncing off again, but few of them piercing the weak points. The more this fight went on, the more she bled out, and her body weakened with passage of time, to the point she staggered a little after the attack connected.

[Kotomine_Rin]

The ninja's eyes narrowed and mouth slowly gaped as his opponent appeared to be struuggling. It was evident that she was bleeding badly, and the more this fight went on the more she was losing her edge. It would have been so easy to rush at her this instant and slit her throat, but that... would simply not bring any satisfaction.

As an assassin, Ito was thaught to always fight his opponents when they were at a clear disadvantage, to finish them off like animals once weakened enough. That was what the old man always instructed, but you see, there was no more old man. Ito wished for a good battle, and it was clear his opponent was not at her best.

Stopping, he siged before picking up a kunai, twirling it between his fingers. He had now stopped smiling or laughing, his face was as flat and bored as one's could get. Almost... melancolic. Ito looked at his opponent, and sighed.

"Hey, don't be stupid. You keep going and you'll die." He calmly spoke, his stance loosening up as he tossed a kunai in front of the girl.

Attached to the kunai was a strange herb attached to the knife with a thin web-like string. "Medicine. Nothing much, but it can stop the pain."

[Kat]

Vanguard

"Fool." Vanguard uttered as the man blabbered of his nonsense once more. However, a grunt escaped him as he saw him rushing at him once again, this time with far greater speed and resolve.

His eyes, his determination... Vanguard felt a sudden disgust towards that very sight. Yes, this foolishness was disgusting beyond relief, the mere fact one would be as foolish as that man was intolerable, unforgivable. His armour trembled with an emotion he had not felt in millenia: rage.

Yes, his soul burned with anger, and yet he laughed. As this stranger's insane attempt to topple him, a clearly superior foe, what other option was there to laugh?

"Yes, show me how far your resolve will take you!" he roared while charging in turn, his arm whipping down like a meteor in order to shatter the fool's shoulder.

Gintoki

Don't get hit or your bones might break, such a thought flashed Gintoki's mind, wary already of his foe's superior strength. For someone empty inside such strength was unholy, fitting a particularly malicious lingering spirit like him. But, his armor sustained some damage from whomever he fought earlier. Even if he was weaker than him, he could smash a part of his vessel. His eyes filled with conviction, he focused on Vanguard to evade his attack and hit the part of the armor which cracked a little bit.

Fortunately for him, his opponent charged straight at him. Such attitude reminded him of those of Amanto who underestimated at first the rag-tag army of his compatriots. Granted, his opponent was better than such reckless aliens that fell to his sword, but he could react it.

Vanguard's punch missed Gintoki who did his utmost to move out of the way, but the shock wave from the punch   alone did graze his shoulder, damaging it. The surge of pain did not stop the silver haired samurai, who turned around to deliver his strongest blow to the damaged part of Vanguard's body.