Cross Effects 3.0 - June 23, 2016—April 02, 2018

[Kat]

Mitsuba

Naturally, assassinating sleeping people is not something unfamiliar for me It was just like another job she did back when she was an Angel, except now she worked only for her benefit. If she had no incentive for doing that, she wouldn't lift a finger. The value of the sword and the promises the blade offered outweighed the life of the girl and the potential risk if her assassination failed. But she wouldn't fail. She would carry out her task like a professional she was.

Mitsuba was now focused on the task on hand. Wielding her sword, she used her swordsmanship style to eliminate wasteful movements, including those which could alert the girl. Stabbing her brain would ensure a painless death. Though then Muramasa would devour her soul and took care of it, but it was no business of hers.

Sneaking around in silence, she reached the room where Misaka was sleeping on a couch. Without any hesitation or guilty conscience, the demon plunged the blade into Misaka's skull, the girl's soul departing her mortal coil presumably straight into the sword. She guessed that no evidence would be left if Muramasa devoured her body as well.

[SINIB]

Jin

Did she have to flip like a switch, she went from complaining about being bored to overly excited in the blink of an eye. Oka quickly rushed into the restaurant essentially dragged a waiter with her, the poor man looked stressed enough as he was. Jin calmly followed her in and sat at the table she had chosen.

"You should calm down some more or you won't be able to digest the food, or enjoy it at all. Eating is supposed to be a pleasure you know." He told her with a straight face, not entirely amused by her sudden mood switch. Then he gave the waiter a slight bow, to apologize for his girlfriends eagerness.

Oka Kurosawa

Oka sat down quickly, seemingly oblivious to how improper her actions right now could be. She couldn't help herself, though. This was their first date in a while! She sat down right across from Jin, and smiled dreamily at him.

"Hehehe." She giggled, picking up her napkin and putting it on her lap. She then reached for the complimentary bread and olive oil, obviously hungry and still excited. "Sorry..." She said, looking slightly past her lover. "I got too excited there. I'll apologize to the waiter when he gets back."

[Thedoctor]

Jeanne

Before she even knew it the blond saint was being pulled out of the apartment by Petra, the woman who she now noticed was slightly taler than her, wanted to talk to her about something privately. She noticed that Shirou made way to follow them despite his drunken state and despite the help that the man wished to offer. If Petra kept him as company, that must mean he's trustworty right? That's what she thought on the matter.

"Shirou, please go and rest on the couch, He was offering you help, you'll be safe here." After telling Shirou off for trying to follow them, she followed the other Saint out to the corridor outside the apartment, making sure the door was closed after them.

As they arrived outside she looked the other Saint over from head to toe once more, truth be told, she wasn't how she expected her to be. Jeanne gave the  brown haired woman a bright smile as she nervously adressed her. "I-I never thought you'd be so....so young and cute."

[Kat]

Petra

The blonde haired saint was smiling at Petra and told her that she was cute. Now that was suspicious. She honestly didn't like being hit on by a woman, or at least how it seemed to her. She frowned when she heard that.

"Hopefully you're not feeling what I think you're feeling, because I'm not interested." She said with crossed arms. "First off, I'm here to tell you that I will be quite angry if you two slip up and reveal who I am, capisce. Secondly, if there is a war ongoing, that would leave me no choice but go out and destroy the Grail. And you wouldn't stop me easily."

The atmosphere was quite dense from the tension. What would Petra do depended on what the blond Ruler would say afterwards.

[Aiden]

Muramasa Katase

The moment Mitsuba drew the blade from its sheathe both demons were struck by the exultant bloodthirst of the Muramasa. For Mitsuba it was merely a sense of euphoria driven into her mind as easily the tip was driven trough the skull of Misaka Mikoto - a sense of power. A taste of what was to come.

For Katase the thirst was her own. It was all of her malice and pain and the aching loneliness of losing her beloved so soon after finding him. Were there no targets at hand she would have forced Mitsuba to find one if she could. As it is, they had the perfect target lined up. It should have been Kenzo cutting the electric bitch into tatters now, but this quiet assassination would suffice.

your sin is our failure is your pain is my hell we will never let this end for you

Misaka's body began to dissolve into ash as her blood drained up into the steel of the demon sword, and a crimson mist escaped every opening of the girl's body to join it. The soul, the girl's defenseless spirit, was now fully aware of what was happening to her. Katase inflicted awareness of why this had happened, and why the girl once called Mikoto would die an eternity of helpless deaths inside of her.

For Kenzo

[Thedoctor]

Jeanne

The other Saint was pretty angry, scratch that, she was really angry. Did her comment about her being cute rile her up that much? Or did she think that she had come her on Grail War business? Jeanne felt that there was only one proper thing that she could do now, The other servant may attack her if she did the wrong thing and she didn't think she'd be able to protect Shirou in this situation.

The blond woman's smile faltered as she answered her the angry Saint. "I'm terribly sorry if I offended you uh....Petra. I merely thought you must have been favoured by many a men with those looks."

Jeanne then took one step forward getting a bit closer to the brown haired Saint as she sank down on one knee infront of her, bowing her head in an act of subservience. Jeanne could only hope her sincere feelings would reach her.

"I promise you on my honour as a Saint that I hold no ill intentions towards Your Holiness, nor do I know of any ongoing Grail Wars. There seems to be something else in this place that draws forth Servants."

[SINIB]

Shirou Emiya

Shirou looked at Jeanne with sad eyes, and nodded. "I'm sorry..." He said sincerely. He didn't like being this out of it, and hadn't meant to get this drunk. It was fair that she didn't want him around right now. He understood. He sullenly walked over to the couch and sat down, beginning to twiddle his thumbs.

"Bleh." He said, clearly feeling crappy.

[Kat]

Mitsuba

Ah, the feeling of satisfaction after a job well done. And the reward was worth it. With Muramasa on her side, she felt like the bad fortune she experienced today was made up for. She couldn't help but feel that was the highest point of her existence since she was stranded in this accursed city.

"Thanks for you cooperation, Muramasa-san. You're the finest sword I ever wielded." She praised the demonic weapon, slowly caressing the blade with her fingers. "What do you think about celebrating our victory? I haven't talked with you face to face since you contracted me for this task."

[Aiden]

Liam

By the time that Shirou was back on the couch Liam was right there mixing up a Secret Irish Concoction that was certain to get rid of the worst of his benighted drunkenness. Or make him vomit, but that's why Liam fetched a bucket out from underneath Petra's sink. "Here, boy; drink this. It'll get rid of the worst of it one way or another," the vampire said as he held out a glass of disturbing dark fluid. "Old Irish remedy."

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Muramasa Katase

So much attention was focused on subduing and forcibly integrating Misaka's soul into the collective, while crushing her ego to dust so that she would never have any deciding influence on the demon of the sword. It was not truly that difficult - everything special about the girl was in her body, not in her soul. She was no more or less resilient to Katase's damnation than any other. That is to say, not very.

It was several minutes before Mitsuba received a reply to her question. Katase's answer was a simple one: a haze of black and red left the sword and began to take shape in front of its new temporary wielder. Not her favorite form - not even a her, really. Just an ordinary young man with black hair in traditional Japanese clothes that Muramasa Katase had slain centuries ago.

"Will this suffice, Mitsuba-san?" she asked through the puppet once its vocal cords had taken full form.

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Ron

The corpse of the bear spirit was dissolving rapidly so the bees would be able to get at Ron soon enough. That just meant he had to take advantage of it being there while he could. With another surge of essence through his muscles and bones the werewolf began to lift it up over his head. From there he did something that probably wouldn't work, but would at least be distracting:

Ron threw the bear's decomposing body up out of the hole, then jumped up after it. The bear didn't hit anything useful, but when did even the bees witness giant bear being thrown out of a pit? While that, and Annabeth, kept it distracted he kept on moving. He picked up the corpse by one of its massive mostly-intact arms and swung the bear like a flail to disperse some of the swarm.

[Kat]

Petra

The other Ruler looked now apologetic. Then she did a ridiculous thing. Kneeling down before her. Gosh, that was embarassing and only potentially attracting unwanted attention.

"Can you cut it out? I don't need your fealty or anything, I'm not some rich stuck up aristocrat. Raise your head and stand up, and talk while looking into my eyes." Petra had some stern words for the Ruler. Did she spend so much time around those knights in her past that she behaved like that around anyone she perceived to be on higher standing than her?

[Kat]

Mitsuba

She almost thought that Muramasa was too preoccupied absorbing Misaka's soul, but then the sword demon materialized as quite mundane looking young man with black hair.

"My, my, it is convenient that you can take such form. You didn't forget about the other part of our bargain, right? I don't have lot to do tonight and I've been quite lonely since I came here, so if you don't mind, I will claim my other reward." Mitsuba looked at Muramasa's puppet, evaluating the goods. Well, maybe she was a demon, but she had her needs too. Maybe he needed more handsome face or more muscle tone, but he wasn't too bad either. He would do fine if Muramasa refused changing to another form.

[Kat]

Julius

The stubborn girl had a point even if Julius struggled with the thought of letting anyone young helping him and risk their lives.

"Please answer me honestly. You'll just keep on stalling if I don't take you?" The nobleman had a final question to determine if she would really keep being stubborn like that.

[Thedoctor]

Jeanne

Jeanne raised her head at the stern words coming from the taller Ruler, she hesitantly stood up again, slowly as if unsure if it was the right thing to do. She still looked apologetic as she spoke to Petra once more."B-but you're...you're the first Pope, an Apostle, The rock that the Church rests on and His chosen succesor.... I'm not worthy."

Jeanne spoke quickly and nervosuly, overcome with conflicting emotion, she felt that she had to listen to what Petra said, but that it would be highly disrespectful to not pay proper respect to her status.

[Thedoctor]

Kuro

The white haired girl flashed him a smirk as he posed the question that had such an obvious answer, the fact he was even making it hinted that he was close to giving up and was just grasping for straws now.

"Of course, Don't expect anything less of me, I've done this thing before."

[yinsukin]

Medaka Kurokami

This was fun.  She was starting to understand this "game" a bit better.  Perhaps this sexual game was a way for Shinobu to experience excitement after years of change and numbing to reality. 

She leaned in more, now actually pressing her boobs against the elder vampire's.  Medaka's face came a mere pencil lengths away from hers.  She looked into her eyes as if searching through her soul.  "You brought him up as an example of someone you were attracted to.  Did you make him a minion to preserve his body for sex?  Or did you love him?  Were you drawn to him beyond physical means, perhaps an emotional sort of magnetism?  I can see it in your eyes.  You miss him right?"  She said, her voice soft, slow and empathetic.