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Fate/Grand Adventure!2.0 [A Fate Grand Order Lewd RP, IC]
Thedoctor:
The Betrayer
Her master looked like she'd swallowed a rotten egg. Rather it looked like she was feeling overjoyed and failing miserably to mask it. This only enforced the previous notion she had of her master's experience. Her question on the other hand was almost comical.
While it might be prudent to question the identity of the master, the same can't be said of the servant. There usually weren't two of them in one room.
"Do you see any other servants around here?"
The blonde took a step closer to her and looked at her expectantly. "May I have your hand?"
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Thedoctor on February 14, 2017, 03:35:49 AM --- The Betrayer
Her master looked like she'd swallowed a rotten egg. Rather it looked like she was feeling overjoyed and failing miserably to mask it. This only enforced the previous notion she had of her master's experience. Her question on the other hand was almost comical.
While it might be prudent to question the identity of the master, the same can't be said of the servant. There usually weren't two of them in one room.
"Do you see any other servants around here?"
The blonde took a step closer to her and looked at her expectantly. "May I have your hand?"
--- End quote ---
Olgamally
"Oh, um, of course!" Olga responded, lifting the hand that had the command seals on it and offering it to her servant.
She was still feeling really excited, but her servant's snarky response brought home exactly just how foolish what she'd asked had been. As she waited for her servant to do whatever she wanted to do, she apologized. "Um, well, I'm sorry for that question. I lost my better judgement momentarily." She said quietly, as if admitting that was difficult for her.
As the white haired teen spoke, her eyes drifted away from her servant's slightly.
Thedoctor:
The Betrayer
"Hmm...."
The blonde servant took hold of her master's small soft hand. The command seal was indeed there but that wasn't the only thing she noticed. You could tell a lot of a person from looking at their hands.
"You've taken good care of yourself Master, a Noble maybe?..."
Kotomine_Rin:
Orpheus
While all the masters and servants were busy clashing against their mighty opponents and the city burned like a hellish inferno, a strange sound was being drowned by the flames. A white man was lying against a wrecked building's wall, snoring obliviously to the destruction around him. Oddly enough, the foolish servant's snores sounded almost melodious, like a child's lullaby rumbling out of his nose.
Almost miraculously, as if entranced by the sorcery of his melodic snores, the surrounding refused to get near the enigmatic figure, and while the strange sight attracted a good deal of skeletons, they simply stood around him and watched, or rather listened, as if entranced or puzzled. Tragically, this could not last. The poor unfortunate soul caught the slightest amount of wandering dust and smoke in his breath, and couldn't help but sneeze and suddenly wake up.
"Ah-atchoo! Urk...wha?"
The startled servant, whose name turned out to be none other than Orpheus, blinked sheepishly and woke up to witness pure horror. Skeletons. Hundreds upon hundreds (About 20) of malignant (normal) wretches of the underworld (skeletons) suddenly looking down on their soon to be victim with what could only be described as terrifying gazes. Because the song had ended, they wouldn't hesitate to skewer him, not that he knew any of that. At this moment, there were three possible outcomes:
1) It's just a dream, you'll wake up soon enough and none of this will have ever happened.
2) He must've fallen back into the underworld somehow.
3)OH MY GOD SKELETONS, RUN!
Orpheus gulped. He didn't recall going back to hell any time soon, how long had he been sleeping anyways? These thoughts, important as they were, were cut short when one of the terrifying undead charged at the servant with a blade of bone. The servant was still dazed, but he reflexively rolled sideways and avoided its thrust by a hair's breath, but at the moment he didn't think about any of that. He was just glad not to be a serving of souvlaki right now.
"Eh? Y-you sure look worked up pal!" He muttered, trying to keep positive. It almost worked, but when the skeleton moved for another swing at the poor singer's neck, he quickly reacted and grabbed his harp before swinging it at the bone warrior with all his E rank strength.
One couldn't tell what was more surprising. The fact a servant could be such an idiot, or the fact it actually worked. Orpheus, class Caster, was now proceeding to fight back the hordes (insignificant number) of the undead with his mighty harp, wrecking whatever bone looking creature had the misfortune of approaching him, bashing and breaking through their numbers with his trusty musical instrument!
"Hyaaaah! T-take that!"
Kotomine_Rin:
Orpheus
Orpheus fought bravely, beating the shit of the skeletons attacking one after the other. Muhaha, tremble foolish undead! Your end has come! His harp came crashing down on the puny skeletons. He wasn't one for violence, but this was starting to get a little fun. Hah, even against someone like him, these smallfry stood no chance! With a final swing he prepared to deal a decisive blow, when suddenly the harp stopped.
"Eh?"
And in right in front of him was a colossal zombie, easily 10 feet tall, wearing full clad armor and staring down at him, pissed.
Orpheus gulped, smiling nervously. Oh he was screwed, and he knew well just how screwed that meant. He had no chance fighting a war, even less fighting such a monster! This called for drastic measures, he would have to use his wits and charms in order to subdue the enemy.
"Why hello kind sir, can I interest you in a song?" He said calmly, trying to keep cool headed even with his back against the metaphorical wall. It might have worked, until the beast roared, blowing his hood and hair back and leaving the poor singer stunned and his legs shaking.
But this was bad. The skeletons were mobilizing again, soon there would be more. He wasn't cut for a battlefield, and he had no interest in fighting a war. He never had any desire for the grail, all he wanted was to be left in peace and sing under the pale moonlight. However, when push came to shove, he had a weapon. This was his ultimate technique, only meant to be used in dire emergencies, a skill he had learned over the years that had served him well.
"Oh, look, over there! It's Herakles!" He cried out, pointing behind the zombie. Then he ran away, ran as fast as he could, ran for his dear life. The undead didn't appreciate that, so naturally he took chase.
"HALP, HAALP MEE! HAAAALP!!"
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