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Cross Effects 1.0 Archive / Re: Cross Effects- The RP
« on: July 19, 2013, 01:19:32 PM »
Range: 500m
Targets: 3 humanoids, all of them female, based on their profiles. From the amount of prana he could feel despite the long distance, one of them was undoubtedly a Servant whilst the woman wearing the black duster was most likely a Dead Apostle of some kind. The girl pinned underneath the Servant was simply an ordinary, albeit unlucky girl.
Standing silently on the deserted rooftop, the tails of his coat and scarf flaring wildly in the wind and the draft generated by the grimy air-conditioner unit nearby; Shirou adjusted the zoom of the scope attached to his DSR-50 antimaterial rifle, bringing the figures into sharp relief. He took a quick scan of the area, eyes like a hawk as they surveyed all possible hiding places for assailants, before placing his eye against the scope once more, to monitor the potentially dangerous situation. He scanned the features of each individual, before letting out a quick gasp, the sights shaking slightly on one particular person.
He knew that Servant.
The Servant was a statesque stunner, sleek purple hair spilling over her smooth back as she pinned down the brown haired girl, a black one-piece mini-dress leaving little to imagination. A small purple mask-like object was perched on her face, completely obscuring the eyes, yet she was staring at the Dead Apostle as if it wasn't even there. In her hands were giant nails, attached to each other with gun-metal grey chains; completely unwieldy weapons for most, but he knew that she could wield them with deadly skill, weaving around like a snake whilst keeping the enemy at bay. For a second, a purple-haired girl flashed before his eyes, before he brutally crushed that all too familiar line of thought. It couldn't be possible. That Rider had faded away with Sakura. This was simply another Medusa, summoned yet again, but with no memory of his War. "It had to be," he muttered softly to himself, steeling his mind once more. To think further would be an insult to her memory.
He re-focused on the task at hand. The two creatures had tensed up, as if preparing to fight to the death over the brown-haired girl, though neither were willing to make a move yet. Judging by how tightly she was holding onto the girl, Rider was most likely depleted of mana, probably due to a bad Master as he had not heard of any unexpected explosions in the city which indicated the use of a Noble Phantasm; and had been about to feed when she was interrupted. The vampire appeared to be negotiating, but who knew what could happen? If a fight between the two broke out, the chances of which were increasing drastically; the damage and loss of life would be extreme, as they were practically in the centre of the city.
Unacceptable. There was only one feasible option.
Narrowing his eyes, Shirou set his sights on the brown-haired girl. If he took out the source of food and drew their attention, he would be able to lure them away from the nearby civilians. He could trace out Hrunting or Caladbolg, but the resulting explosion would cause unacceptable losses, and the targets would be alerted beforehand by his use of prana. He would have to settle things with his rifle. Fighting against vampires wasn't exactly his strong point, nor against Servants, but if he adopted a hit-and-run tactic using his Noble Phantasms, in an area with plentiful amounts of cover, he could win. He smiled wryly. If Tohsaka was alive, she would have walloped him for such a stupid plan.
Shirou breathed out, blanking his mind. He detached his sense of self. There was nothing but his target and his rifle. In his mind's eye, he could see the path of the bullet, and adjusted until he visualised the bullet striking the girl between the eyes, killing her quickly and painlessly. As another victim of his ideal, he owed her that much.
No more distractions. His mind was made of iron.
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out
Fire
Targets: 3 humanoids, all of them female, based on their profiles. From the amount of prana he could feel despite the long distance, one of them was undoubtedly a Servant whilst the woman wearing the black duster was most likely a Dead Apostle of some kind. The girl pinned underneath the Servant was simply an ordinary, albeit unlucky girl.
Standing silently on the deserted rooftop, the tails of his coat and scarf flaring wildly in the wind and the draft generated by the grimy air-conditioner unit nearby; Shirou adjusted the zoom of the scope attached to his DSR-50 antimaterial rifle, bringing the figures into sharp relief. He took a quick scan of the area, eyes like a hawk as they surveyed all possible hiding places for assailants, before placing his eye against the scope once more, to monitor the potentially dangerous situation. He scanned the features of each individual, before letting out a quick gasp, the sights shaking slightly on one particular person.
He knew that Servant.
The Servant was a statesque stunner, sleek purple hair spilling over her smooth back as she pinned down the brown haired girl, a black one-piece mini-dress leaving little to imagination. A small purple mask-like object was perched on her face, completely obscuring the eyes, yet she was staring at the Dead Apostle as if it wasn't even there. In her hands were giant nails, attached to each other with gun-metal grey chains; completely unwieldy weapons for most, but he knew that she could wield them with deadly skill, weaving around like a snake whilst keeping the enemy at bay. For a second, a purple-haired girl flashed before his eyes, before he brutally crushed that all too familiar line of thought. It couldn't be possible. That Rider had faded away with Sakura. This was simply another Medusa, summoned yet again, but with no memory of his War. "It had to be," he muttered softly to himself, steeling his mind once more. To think further would be an insult to her memory.
He re-focused on the task at hand. The two creatures had tensed up, as if preparing to fight to the death over the brown-haired girl, though neither were willing to make a move yet. Judging by how tightly she was holding onto the girl, Rider was most likely depleted of mana, probably due to a bad Master as he had not heard of any unexpected explosions in the city which indicated the use of a Noble Phantasm; and had been about to feed when she was interrupted. The vampire appeared to be negotiating, but who knew what could happen? If a fight between the two broke out, the chances of which were increasing drastically; the damage and loss of life would be extreme, as they were practically in the centre of the city.
Unacceptable. There was only one feasible option.
Narrowing his eyes, Shirou set his sights on the brown-haired girl. If he took out the source of food and drew their attention, he would be able to lure them away from the nearby civilians. He could trace out Hrunting or Caladbolg, but the resulting explosion would cause unacceptable losses, and the targets would be alerted beforehand by his use of prana. He would have to settle things with his rifle. Fighting against vampires wasn't exactly his strong point, nor against Servants, but if he adopted a hit-and-run tactic using his Noble Phantasms, in an area with plentiful amounts of cover, he could win. He smiled wryly. If Tohsaka was alive, she would have walloped him for such a stupid plan.
Shirou breathed out, blanking his mind. He detached his sense of self. There was nothing but his target and his rifle. In his mind's eye, he could see the path of the bullet, and adjusted until he visualised the bullet striking the girl between the eyes, killing her quickly and painlessly. As another victim of his ideal, he owed her that much.
No more distractions. His mind was made of iron.
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out
Fire
