Cross Effects 3.0 - April 13, 2015—June 23, 2016

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Abigail

Abigail sighed and said, "I can understand that.  I just don't want Law hurt.  So, this person you want to hurt, do they at least deserve it?"

Though it didn't really appear as if Lawrence was eavesdropping, he was doing his damn best to listen into what was going on outside of the changing room, as he found a hoodie that finally fit. It wasn't the old surplus jacket, but then again nothing would be. How he'd acquired it was something he didn't really remember. But damn that coat and him had seen some shit go down together. He'd died in it.

Can you stop reminiscing about your jacket and just pick out some damn clothes already? The napalm crackle of the driver's voice sounded as Law's vision swam a bit, the words writing themselves on one of the clothing labels. Sighing, the Sin-Eater tossed another T-shirt on the 'Fits fine' pile as he listened in on Archer's response.

Abigail's question was for Archer, something to ponder a bit. Really, did his past self deserve to die, and through extension, did he? Were his hands soaked in an eternity of blood that'd never wash away, or was killing himself before he could exist not the thing that'd finally let him be truly free?

"I know him. I know him very well. He does. Before he does something worse."

His hands didn't deserve to hold anything.

[SINIB]

Sakura

“N-no! Caster’s good Nee-san! He’s very  good! But I’ve missed you! I’ve missed you and Senpai.” She snuggled into Rin with a smile on her face. “I’m-so happy- Nee san.” She said slowly.

[Kaze]

LANCELOT

Lancelot shook Barthow’s hand, and the officer turned to introduce them to a youthful woman with long blond hair wearing a trench coat far too big for her. She was armed, two modern weapons holstered on her hips, and held a folder in her hands. She practically shoved her hand out at the dark knight, trembling nervously as she attempted to greet him and the former King.

Arturia’s knight shook the offered hand out of courtesy, but was not the slightest bit impressed. She did not act the part of a fighter. Had she been a soldier in King Arthur’s army he would have given her quite the dressing-down, but he held no such authority here. He made no effort to keep the skeptical frown from showing on his face, however.

“It seems best we go,” he said. He would be glad to get away from the crowd here.

[Kat]

Emily Blaskowicz

"Hmm...It wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility that there are foes here that you cannot defeat with strength alone," Emily notes, looking back at Mordred, "But I've never been much of a fighter myself, so it doesn't matter too much just how much stronger these threats may be."

"And I'm already carrying as many fruits as I can," Emily says, patting down the modified coat to check that all the fruits are secure in the pouches sewn in on the inside, "Here you go."

With that, Emily hands some of the freshly harvested fruits over to Mordred, unable to help but smile with the knowledge that, no matter how far she was from home, she still wasn't quite alone.

"Anyway," Emily says, dusting herself off as she gets up, "Take as long as you need."

With that, she sits down cross-legged across from Mordred, resuming her meditation on the air around her, now vibrant with their combined Mantles, as she waits. Unlike the still air before, now it writhes like a living thing, the dry heat of the Summer mixing with the cool drafts of Spring.

Mordred

She finished her harvest, her Glamor filled to the full capacity for the first time she entered Nexus. Mordred was now a little more confident about facing what was ahead of her, more sure about her odds against that vampire whose existence she couldn't bear. She never met her face to face, only heard about her having good reputation among the population. Maybe she really envied her for that? She couldn't fathom anyway it was a fact, a chalked it up to The Law Unto Herself to fooling people. If misguided people tried to avenge their "protector", it didn't matter. It was fitting for someone with such name like her to shoulder scorn of others.

But the day was still young, and she had to make sure her new companion wouldn't get into any trouble. Preferably she would advise her to not go outside during the night unless the city calmed down enough.

"Okay, I'm done. Let's not linger here any longer"

[Panda]

Emily Blaskowicz

Some time passes in this way, Emily meditating on the air around here while Mordred chows down on Goblin Fruits, before Mordred decides she's had her fill.

"Of course," Emily nods, getting up from her spot in the Trod, the earth around her now teeming with flowers, "Let's see what this new place has in store for us."

[Kotomine_Rin]

Lorenzo Remei

“Mhh, you a scholar in the arcane arts too, bone guy?” Lorenzo chuckled, lying on the bench without a care in the world. And without warning, he took a teacup and filled it with tea before taking a sip. Grinning, he clicked his tongue before humming in delight. That was some damn good tea right there.

Seeing Surien getting up and stretching like that made him realize that he wasn’t just thirsty, but damn drowsy too. It’s not like he needed sleep or anything, but he felt a sudden need to yawn. So he yawned.

Then, he rolled out of the bench and got up, laying his hand on her shoulder with a smile before poking her nose teasingly.
“Don’t be a dummy, I never doubted you in the first place. I ain’t blind, at least not enough to not get that you are strong. Hell, you might truly be the strongest, but there are plenty of strongest around that might want to have a word with ya. Say that you’ll whoop em all and get to the top, all the better! Lass with heart and guts like ya are just what the world is in a sore lacking of.” Said Lorenzo. She was strong, that was sure. But that demon from earlier was strong too.

“But good grief, a four outta ten? That is just silly. Cute, but silly. Gimme a seven at least, or an eigth. Don't care bout that Mikhailee lad or lass or whatever, but I do know that I am strong. Strongest, maybe not, but I can get stronger. Besides, that lil firework show was nothing. I could've done it while shitting for god's sake! So hold your tongue and quit yer condescending mightier than thou speak. ” he added before poking her on the nose again, only to pat her friendly on the shoulder.

[Panda]

Michael

An ever-so-slight lightening of the blackness around him signaled Michael to the fact that his efforts were starting to bear fruit and the smoke was starting to clear, an appreciable bit of providence now that the immortal wasn't entirely sure where Chalice Girl had landed. Of course, by that same token, the same could be said of that corrupted shadowkhan...

No more gunfire, no more ninjas. That specialist can't see us while we're in here, so they have no way of knowing what's happening. So we've got a few moments before this stuff clears up to disappear...

Opening his eyes and looking around for a moment, the immortal catches sight of the Chalice Girl, looking dazed but otherwise upright. The immortal's relief would have to wait, however, as a blur of motion was all the warning Michael was allowed before that corrupted Shadowkhan burst from the smoke, charging him with wild swings as new growths burst from its body.

Frowning, Michael shortens the staff back down to its 8-foot form and stands his ground. Once the being gets close enough, the immortal deflects its arms away before countering with a thrust to where its throat should be, extending the staff out to its 12-foot form just before the blow lands.

[Knick]

Suiren

“Touch my nose like that again and I’ll break your fingers.”  Suiren informed him in a relaxed voice, almost like she was talking about the weather. “But you’re definitely not more than a five, but I would put you at four. Trust me, compared to that guy you can’t hope to match up.”

Mikhail was the 3rd of the Great Demons, one of his many titles being the Holder of the First Flame, and was considered one of the 4 strongest beings in the world. In other words, he could control pure destruction and entropy as his weapon, Fire was simply being the element he most often did it though. A person that was limited to ‘flames’ could not even get close.

Now if only he wasn’t a lazy bastard and actually trained in combat more often, then he would be even more horrifying.

“And it’s not condescending talk, it’s the truth. If you don't like it you can stuff it.” Suiren finished as she seemed looked around the cell for something.

[YOLF]

Butler

He answered Lorenzo's question with a slow nod, elaborating "Of the occult. And only in theory and general knowledge, not practice."

Being who he was, Butler naturally noticed his master seemed to be looking for something, with her eyes scanning the walls of the cell, her attention dwindling past less worn brick and steel.

He stepped up to the center of the cell and looked around him. His sole eye, as it were, tracked the cracks and years in the walls as he moved around. With a polite 'excuse me' he knocked on the walls and paid attention to the sound. Humming thoughtfully, he took a moment and vanished from Suiren and Lorenzo's vision, warping out of the room.

A few seconds later, he was back. Immediately, Butler stepped up to the small barred window and knocked once on the space that separated the left side of its structure from the wall.

"This seems like a fairly sensible spot," he said, skeletal face turned towards Suiren with his version of a smirk.

[Kotomine_Rin]

"Woah, woah. Relax Surien, else you'll get wrinkles." Lorenzo tried to calm her, backing away with the look that says *chill bruh, eat a snicker or something*.

"Well, fine. I'll take this blow to my pride, but know that I'd be much sadder were you just a taaad bit less cute. Still, if it's someone like you, I don't mind being beneath for now. 'course, it's only for as long as I manage to whoop your butt silly. Then, as nature wills it, I shall become the strongest."

Then, he turned his attention to the skeleton, a bemused grin on his face.

"As for you, bone guy... how the hell did you just vanish like that?"

[Milbunk]

Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald

He couldn't allow this girl to reach himself, his death would be certain if he allowed it. She treated Kayneth like a toy, and he knew that she would cut him down without a second thought. It was just the way she was.

Mentally checking all the armaments that he still held in his possession he knew his odds were slim. Straight out offense would be met with death but because she also controlled the very environment deception was not an option.

It was a long shot but had little choice in the matter, "Depone..." His mercury unsealed itself from his body and quickly formed into a ball in front of Kayneth before quickly flattening out into a thin but solid wall blocking sight between Mia and Kayneth.

"Automatoportum, Spica!"

A barrage of silver spears were launched from the wall and headed directly towards the girl at supersonic speeds, it was a method of attack that balanced defense and offense into one finely tuned machine, prevent the opponent from moving fowards while staying safe behind a metal wall, and if even one of them could hit he would at least have a chance!

[Umbra of Chaos]

Urthemiel

The Old God raised a single, elegant eyebrow as the shapeshifter transformed into a fly. He followed suit and shifted himself into a beautiful raven with purple tinging the ends of the feathers on his wings. With a few flaps he flew over to the purple haired girl and perched himself on her shoulder and let out a small caw.


Caedia

The Arisen had a small frown on her face as she heard the question. There was no doubt in the dragon slayer's mind that this Akiholarme was a warrior but her intentions and desires were unknown to Caedia. She had known many great warriors who had been as bestial as the monsters she slayed. So instead of saying a word she simply shook her head.

Then her eyes shifted to look at Akiholarme's companion. Caedia would not be ashamed at all to admit that she was a bit captivated by the girl's appearance. Hair even whiter than the scales of an archydra and eyes the color of a Drake's Tear. Very exotic and beautiful features for any person. The Arisen had traveled the entirety of Gransys from the lowest floor of the Everfall to the top of the Tainted Mountain and she had never seen anyone quite like this.

She simply stared at her for a few moments before holding out her hand again to greet the stranger.

[theunknownhero]

Shirou (HF)

I look at Sakura and Tohsaka's sweet reunion and can't help but feel happy they are back together. It was painful to see her doubt herself when she asked Tohsaka if she was a bad person, but I'm glad to see the love between the sisters hasn't faded.Looking at Rider, and the other me, I then turn to ladies and say.

"Um, not to spoil the moment or anything but we should probably head home. I still haven't seen what home is like in this place, that and we have to treat other me. While he's recovering we can discuss what to do with him after he is better."

[Elf]

Abigail

If Abby hadn't been leaning against the cushions in the cart, she would have staggered at the sudden swell of self-loathing she sensed from Archer.  As it was she hissed slightly and rubbed her forehead at the sudden pain she was feeling there.  She shook it off and eyed the Servant before making a face.

"You know, instead of killing this person, maybe you could help them.  Novel idea, right?" she asked before looking back towards the dressing room.


Rin

"Well he's no Archer or Rider," Rin said, grinning slightly before clasping Sakura's hands in her own, "But I think he'll do.  Now, your Shirou's right.  You're about ready to drop, so listen to your nee-san okay?"

A sudden burst of wind made Rin shiver and she had to bite her cheek to keep her teeth from clattering.  "And its really cold out here too."

[Kaze]

EMIYA SHIROU

There was a sickening feeling of cold metal sliding through flesh and muscle, and then the pain slowly started to die away. It was then that Shirou noticed a hand on his chest, and that his arms were no longer bound by chains. He blinked, then followed the arm touching him up to see Rin, who was using her magic to reverse the damage his body had done to itself.

Then she yelled at him, of course.

Rin started conversing with Sakura, and the freelancer was brought back to the situation at hand. He had just been forcibly detained by a Servant, who seemed to belong to Sakura. His instinct demanded that he take this opportunity leave immediately, but caution won out. He was at a severe disadvantage here, and had already been caught once. Shirou made a conscious effort to smother the rage swelling within him.

“Am I free to go now?” he asked, giving both Rin and Sakura a cold stare.