Cross Effects- The RP

[Milbunk]

Medea
Secret Base

"No thank you, I prefer not to drink. It dulls the mind and I've had enough of such things." Politely declining his offer she took a seat near his taking from her pocket a glowing crystal ball. Holding it direcly in front of her she whispered into it.

"παρατηρώ."

The orb slowly lifted from her hand and took position in between them, from there it began to show images of the ensuing fights.

"I'll never understand why you choose to use such barbaric devices as that." She made a quick glance towards the phone the phone he had recently hung up on.

"Such fragile devices they are, only able to be used so long as another of it's kind exists. Oh well, I'm not one to judge." With a shrug she ended her comments there, instead turning to look at the views that appeared before them.

[Elf]

"Oh, but you look so thirsty! What will satisfy you tonight, fair night bird?"

Wynn smiled at the woman holding her hand, straightening up slightly.  The contact was pleasant, perhaps even more so.  Wynn replied in kind by resting her other hand on the one grasping hers, gently rubbing her thumb on the top of her wrist.

"Your observation is astute," Wynn replied, "I am quite parched.  Perchance, do you have absinthe, briar dear?"

If she knows how to properly serve absinthe, I will be insanely pleased, Wynn thought, giving the briar's hand a tiny, friendly squeeze.

******

Lancer frowned as Rider approached, not at Rider herself, but at the situation.  Then Jack, looking like utter shit, came along as well.  Both Servant and blood sucker were perplexed, and poor Millie decided to just flash herself at that moment.

It was understandable.  There was Ruu's remains and Jack was a mess of paste and bones sticking out from him.  The stick made some comment but patted her back.  Lancer knelt beside her and pulled her hair back as she emptied her stomach. 

"Easy now," he said soothingly.

Then Jack threw up as well, the stench of blood and rancid whiskey strong enough to make Lancer's nose burn.  He didn't gag at the stench, but his nose did curl up at it.  Once the vampire was finished, he said, "And I don't give a shit, at the moment. Any blood. Anything at all. I'm in serious pain over here."

Lancer cocked his eyebrows at the vampire and said, "What, wasn't my Landlady offering you her vein good enough for ya?"

He was about to add something else when the sound of movement caught his ear.  Then the howl of challenge rang out and he stepped out into the early morning air.  He looked at Rider and said, "Look lively love, we've got company."

Then with a smirk, he charged off to face the the skeleton warriors with a loud bellow of his own, Gae Bolg materializing in his hands.

******

So, you thought I was responsible for all the vampire here and hurting the world, Forest thought to herself as she continued to get her answers.  He blamed her for the Earth's pain and decided she needed to die or something.  Which was outright ridiculous; for Lord and Lady's sake she still worshiped The Morrigan regularly and had one of the most Green compounds in the city.  She might not have been an active Druid, but she respected the Earth like any Druid born Celt.

Then Lucas attempted to overwhelm her with all the pain and sensory overload that he'd been given since arriving.  It would have worked on a lesser telepath, but Forest was use to that trick.  In fact, she had mastered it back when she had been alive.  If anything it just broke on her black tourmaline-like mental defenses as he continued to wail in protest.  The sound was almost deafening, but she continued, getting her answers.

He hadn't killed Isa and Shuya.

However his presence triggered what did.

DiE ALoNe aND UnlOvEd!

I think not, Tom's mental voice reached her. 

Forest disconnected as Lucas and Satoshi holding him, were hoisted up into the air.  Aloud she snorted to Lucas, "Been there and done that.  Try to be just a little more original in your curses, okay?"

She noticed that Rin and her dark paramour entered the scene as well as well as Archer and Hakuno.

Poor Hakuno looked white as a sheet and barely on her feet.  Rin herself didn't look any better, so Forest bet they were now aware of Isa's death.  She gave the girls a sad look as Tom sent out,  [We need to pin him to the wall like he was before. The swords weakened him because of the iron in them, is there anyone here that can produce swords out of thin air just like Shirou could?

"I can. Stand back, I'll pin up your fae for you."  The non-asshole version of Archer stepped up.  The cute one that had been wearing the bondage gear earlier.

"Like shooting fish in a barrel," Archer muttered to himself. "Not my cup of tea, but... It looks like there's not much choice here."

With that, Archer produced a pair of swords out of thin air, and threw them at Lucas' shoulders, pinning him there.

Off to the side, Rin quietly snuck over to where the darkened Archer stood.

Forest eyed Satoshi and asked, "Now why the fuck did you heal him?  If you give me some bullshite answer involving morality and kindness I will knock your sodding teeth in."

******

"We need to make sure that idiot over there doesn't mess things up again," Rin whispered, low enough so only Archer could hear. "Knowing what I've seen of him so far, it wouldn't shock me if he did."

Archer nodded at his lover and said, "Well, he does seem violently retarded."

Then Forest made her point and he had to smile.  "Well, Apostle-chan's taking it into her own hands, however . . ."

He walked up to the Fae and said, "Pinning him up by his shoulders is going to cause a lot of stress there and it might rip him free.  Considering his insane healing factor we should stabilize his weight so that doesn't happen, freeing him to regenerate."

Hands held out to his sides he imagined the seven pieces in his mind.  Then he combined the seven pieces into the one composite and said, "Trace On."  Durandal appeared in his right hand and El Sid in his right.  He pivoted in a graceful movement, imbedding Durandal in Lucas' left leg and El Sid in his right, further pinning him to the wall.   He took a step away from the pinned Earthbound.

He said, "And if he becomes a problem again, I can just set those swords to explode."

******

Gabriel pulled Angel out of the Shadows in front of Godmother's compound to see pandemonium reigning.  Considering his Godmother it wasn't entirely surprising, however these rejects from a Ray Harryhousen film were vexing.  Luckily, Angel was fast and extremely good with that sword.

"Are we really fighting skeleton men?" the vampire asked, his face transforming again.

Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he saw the girl with the camera.  He said, "Hold that thought, if you please."  He then stepped into the Shadows and walked to the vampire girl.  He emerged so he was in front of her, a smile on his face.

He looked directly into the camera and asked, "Now, is this on?"

 

[KAIZA]

Unit R31-N4
Main Circle

Although her expression still failed to convey any emotion, the unit's eyes did widen as the putrid mess of flesh once again reformed itself at an incredible rate. It was impossible. Its flesh had been damaged beyond repair, and its life force had seemed exhausted. There was simply no logical explanation for the event. However...

“Scanning....Mist fluctuations detected.”

It was the only explanation. However was responsible for the circle must have figured out the behemoth was about to bite the dust. She immediately began tracing the flow of the Mist, trying to track down the sorcerer responsible. As she did so, a large amount of Mist was being transferred into the creature, who had finally regenerated itself at this point.

“Tracing...tracing...point of origin: unknown. Unable to confirm source of transfer.”

Suddenly, a strange gurgling noise caught the unit's attention. She saw the creature, whose flesh had suddenly started to bubble and pop. The unit barely had time to react before countless bones shot out of the creature's body, all of them aimed at her. She immediately started deflecting them with Harvester, slowly pushing her way forwards while avoiding the incoming barrage.

However, the beast kept shooting, and despite her best attempts at evading, a few bones managed to impact one of her wing boosters. The unit had veered slightly off-course, and in that small fraction of time, several other bones had impacted her directly. She tried once again to deflect them, but it was too late.

WARNING: DAMAGE LEVELS EXCEEDING 75%. WARNING. WARNING

The cold iron angel fell, small traces of Mist from her booster trailing behind her like feather-fall, and she plummeted onto the rooftops once more. She crashed and tumbled, her armor leaving heavy marks on the floor beneath her as she finally came to a stop some meters away from the creature.

Sparks were shooting around her; although she was programmed not to feel pain, she could still feel her systems slipping away. She placed her right fist on the ground to try to lift herself up, and used her weapon as a crutch, unable to keep her own balance.

WARNING: DAMAGE LEVELS EXCEEDING 87%. WARNING. WARNING

“Start...self-repair process...”

DAMAGE LEVELS TOO HIGH. SELF-REPAIR FUNCTION HAS BEEN DISABLED.

It was useless. Her body and armor had been too damaged, and without proper support, she would most likely end up being scrapped. But she couldn't let the sorcerer get away...

“Redirect...”

It was her directive. Her one purpose.

“Redirect...all energy...”

It was the only way. The only way she could get a favorable outcome. If things went right, she would not only take out the creature, but she could even take out the circle.

That was all that mattered. To complete her mission. No matter the cost.

“...to Null Driver.”

[Bloble]

"Why do you think people drink this stuff?" The man took another sip of the alcoholic drink, going through the motions before letting it slide down his throat. "If I were still capable of drowning my sorrows, dear, this would be my preferred drink. As it is, this is just a matter of habit." He lowered his cup.

"As for my over-reliance on technology," he began, gazing into the mesmerizing sphere that still amazed him every time it was summoned. "One can only do what they can do. Circuits and transmission is where I shine, so I'll stick to that even if a better alternative arises. Besides, there is a certain romanticism in two things that can only exist together, and are useless alone." A certain bitterness made its way into the man's words as he said them. The irony hadn't escaped him.

"Speaking of which, I have a call to take." He flipped open the phone once more and put it to his ear.


Miles away, the emptiness in a certain vampire's eyes faded the tiniest bit, and they moved to track the new, rather attractive arrival, who had slunk out of the shadows to meet her. She smiled, lowering the phone that had been held up to her ear as a stranger addressed her. "For a while now, yes," her words were slightly slurred, but still understandable. Her smile was the calm, placid kind that could only come from either complete serenity or a mind all but destroyed by drugs and magic. "It would be a shame to miss the action."

She paused for a moment, and shuddered. "You aren't the Law Unto Herself, are you? Barring a sudden sex change, it seems unlikely." Then she frowned, feeling a sudden rush of endorphins and hormones that didn't belong, like a sudden de-sync between player and reality. "Tch. That feels... wrong."

[lantzblades]

Satoshi sighed "I was only told to keep him off the ground, the swords were not for sealing and you never mentioned a healing ability. What's more is both Shirou and I would have immediately corrected the error if not for someone jamming a thumb either psychically or magically into this guys brain. I sealed his wounds because you can't question the dead. Simple." he said as the man's shirt tore leaving him holding a scrap of fabric as Lucas rose up.

Satoshi threw up a shrug and then stepped towards the door pausing long enough to frown at Archer "however you may have been offended by my earlier comparison Archer, it does not give reason for such offensive vulgarity. Next time try a yo mama joke if you want to get back at me" he said leaving the room immediately and noting that the dark Archer was no longer an option for assistance unless absolutely forced.

[YOLF]

Uchiten

Uchiten smirked morbidly at his host's thorn-filled smile as she lavished her attention on kin. He supposed he should've felt insulted at being so blatantly ignored in favor of another beyond the realm of humans, but the current scenario was rare enough to see that he would happily forget the slight. Her open display of inhumanity in contrast against her friendliness cheered his mood, filled him with some perverse enjoyment born of that dichotomy. In the east, beings like her and the lady she was busy engaging would simply be classified as a kind of spirit or youkai. But in the west, they were called fae.

It was comforting in an odd way, that no matter how they looked, no matter where they were or how genuine their smiles were, monsters were monsters. Their true selves beyond human understanding, their motives their own, and each and every feeling out of their hearts born from a twisted bundle that mortals could not empathize with.

Of course, this included him as well. And he was good at being a monster. Maybe because it was all he had left of what was once "himself".

And speaking of monsters... the wanderer who had entered and asked for whiskey was definitely one of some kind.

From the moment he had entered the bar, Uchiten's attention had been split again and forced to focus on him. It wasn't that he exuded a extremely powerful presence outwards. It wasn't that he had a common face. It wasn't that he felt familiar. He knew this man the second he laid eyes on him. And his two oni that he could feel stirring in the back of his mind through their link, they knew him too. No, in fact, they knew him better than Uchiten himself did, for they were more experienced than he was. Because they had fought more, been at the forefront of more battlefields, and tasted more blood than he had directly.

This man had been there. At every conflict, every battle, every slaughter. He was similar to him, who fed on strife and suffering, but he was one who caused it instead. Ahh, yes. His presence, his temptation, his suffocating power over the minds of men that slowly seeped from him even under his disguise. It was almost like he could hear the screams, the clashing of weapons, and the extinguishing of life just by focusing on the wanderer.

Comprehension dawned on Uchiten with all the excitement a child would feel if they were to meet Santa.

He knew who this man was. And if his presence delivered what it promised, things were about to get very.... very fun.

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Max

Max shrunk in surprise further as the Kindred with no eyes took the first step to communicate. The greeting that reached him was not well known to him, but it was still dreadfully familiar in a way. The gesture and the intent behind the sound reverberated through him for just a second with how practiced it seemed, bringing to the front of his mind memories of legions saluting their supreme leader with a thunderous boom.

He shook himself out of it and made himself return the greeting.

"Ave."

Slowly stepping closer to his fellow Kindred, Max finally began to take in his appearance where he had failed to a moment before due to surprise. Empty dark sockets stared at him from a pale, emaciated face forming something resembling a smile with thin lips. The only thing that looked alive about that face was the unnaturally well kept shoulder length brown hair. If he had any doubts from what clan this vampire was, they were dissipated. He couldn't be anything but a Nosferatu.

As Max closed the distance, he noticed they were similar in height (maybe he was slightly taller?), but the Nosferatu had a harder, slightly bulkier build, which was covered in remains of armor. Whatever color the rusted metal plates and the frayed bits of cloth once possessed had all but faded away, and tiny pieces of it were crumbling to the ground still. And judging from the rock and dirt still sticking to it, it had been buried for quite some time to become that eroded. So whomever its owner was...

Was old.

He stopped a safe distance away from the Nosferatu. Irreparably damaged as it was, it was still recognizable. He had seen that kind of armor before...

"My name is Maximillian Achterberg, Kindred of Germany. You seem to have been in torpor for some time. Do you understand me?" he asked, taking off his peaked cap and holding it to his chest.

It was then that it hit him where he'd seen the armor before. The Lancea Et Sanctum had often put to use armor that looked very similar in structure during their public and ceremonial showings (and even in combat), mostly for what he understood were symbolic reasons. Roman armor.

And the nosferatu had just greeted him with 'Ave'.

"... Roman kindred?" he slipped and asked out loud as the doubt emerged in his mind.

[Mooncake]

Lucas

I think not,

Forest disconnected as Lucas and Satoshi holding him, were hoisted up into the air.  Aloud she snorted to Lucas, "Been there and done that.  Try to be just a little more original in your curses, okay?"

I snarl at her, my consciousness strengthening even as it begins to fade. Now that the vampire has withdrawn from my nervous system, I can speak. The armored man that so foolishly healed me falls as I am lifted into the air, a piece of my shirt ripping off into his grasp.

"Then, va-

"I can. Stand back, I'll pin up your fae for you."  The non-asshole version of Archer stepped up.  The cute one that had been wearing the bondage gear earlier.

"Like shooting fish in a barrel," Archer muttered to himself. "Not my cup of tea, but... It looks like there's not much choice here."

With that, Archer produced a pair of swords out of thin air, and threw them at Lucas' shoulders, pinning him there.

"Ghrrgk!"

Two swords pierce straight through my shoulders, leaving me hanging in the wall. I can feel the strain on my body, strain that will soon rip my arms off and let me fall freely to the ground. I work a plan in that second, beginning to dim as my exhaustion overwhelms me… land on the ground, regrow my arms, and flee. It's insulting that I would have to run from these creatures, but they have proved too powerful to face directly.

He walked up to the Fae and said, "Pinning him up by his shoulders is going to cause a lot of stress there and it might rip him free.  Considering his insane healing factor we should stabilize his weight so that doesn't happen, freeing him to regenerate."

Hands held out to his sides he imagined the seven pieces in his mind.  Then he combined the seven pieces into the one composite and said, "Trace On."  Durandal appeared in his right hand and El Sid in his right.  He pivoted in a graceful movement, imbedding Durandal in Lucas' left leg and El Sid in his right, further pinning him to the wall.   He took a step away from the pinned Earthbound.

He said, "And if he becomes a problem again, I can just set those swords to explode."

Two swords, one a holy creation, slam into my legs, pinning me to the wall and leaving me unable to move. I sag, slowly, beginning to tire rapidly as my energy drains away. A side-effect of using all of the power available to me in this place is that doing so is tiring, but with everything else that's happened here, I'll have to give up for now.

I stare over at the vampire, a single golden eye opening to peer at her.

"You... may not be responsible, vampire, but I would... kill you... all... the same..."

The armored man walks out in a huff, and I grin as I fall prey to unconsciousness. It is not a pretty sight.

"And... if you guard me… don't... let it... be him... Killing a fool... like that... is just pathetic..."

I close my eyes and my head sags as darkness finally overcomes me.


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Wanderer



As the fae asks for absinthe, her hand grasping the barkeepers' own, I feel another gaze upon me. I turn, and the dark spirit's eyes meet mine. I can feel his excitement, as the eyes of dying soldiers stare into his eyes of black and white. I can feel the corruption that brews inside of his soul, the hunger for chaos, despair, the need to tear apart order and those proclaiming themselves as good... he reminds me of myself, before I became a true wanderer.

I smile at him, a bestial grin that, no matter how I try, always seems off somehow. Lacie didn't seem to mind, but other people seemed to find it disturbing; I'm not quite sure why. I hold up my hand for the barkeeper, interrupting her conversation for just a moment.

"Put his tab on me, ma'am."

How interesting, indeed. This city is full to the brim of creatures that even I have rarely seen, for this spirit is unique amongst many others that I have met. His strength must be great, to command the ogres that I feel inside of him. One may not always be able to sense such a thing, but I am 'special', and those who drown themselves in me have always been easy to find... I refocus on the spirit before me, speaking in a lowered voice so that the humans in this place do not hear us.

"I see you recognize me. In this time and place, I am known as Wanderer... and you, spirit? By what name are you called?"

My older speech patterns are beginning to resurface; it is to be expected, perhaps, being in this city so full of discord and conflict. Such things are calling to me, but I will not ride tonight, or any other night here - not yet, at least. Perhaps being called here was a sign of the end? No matter; I wait for the spirit to respond, my constantly changing stare still focused on his ringed eyes.

[Aiden]

Rose

She turned her head to the whisky man, considered, and then nodded and returned her attention to the task at hand.

"Oh? Well, normally I wouldn't, but..."

She reached down with her free hand and pulled out a fine glass, a glass carafe that she quickly filled with water, and a very particular bottle.  She poured from the bottle until the glass was a fifth of the way full.

"I can make an exception for a woman like you. Sugar? Yes, no?"

This was, apparently, how humans prepared the drink. Rose would of course play the part of the proper tender of bar, even if the reason for all the ritual eluded her. It was amusing, and that was enough.

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Marius

Ah; the barbarian could not understand the civilized tongue he used, and his words... the words of this 'Maximillian', were foreign in ways with which he was not familiar. Strange, that he had woken up so close to the surface. His memory was beginning to return.

Titus remembered the work crew he had been overseeing during his time off from policing the atheist Christians. Their work on expanding the dark tunnels of Necropolis had apparently gone wrong enough. An inept hand cutting at the wrong surface of stone, or perhaps an inexpertly arranged piece of scaffolding. The next thing he remembered was the roughly man-height tunnel collapsing on top of him, his bones shattering and his armor piercing through dead muscle... and then the dreams.

His head tilted to the side, and his neck was audibly creaking from the strain of motion after a millenium of stasis. Then he nodded at this 'Maximillian' and his question. That much, at least, he understood.

He attempted Greek, and then Gaelic since it was one of the only barbarian tongues from the North that he was good enough at. If he responded in the affirmative to either then this would go much easier.

Of course, he did not actually speak. His lungs were full of dirt and stone. Close examination revealed that his mouth did not move with his words.

[Daiki]

At first it was only a twitch of the finger, like a lingering signal sent by the brains to stimulate what couldn't move anymore. A second later, it was a full spasm running through her left leg. Then, her heart resumed its beating. With the nerves awakening once more, she could feel the cold, hard floor upon which she was lying. Then, came the pain, intense and alien, it assaulted her like a numbing electric current. Her lungs, in an attempt to replenish the body in oxygen, contracted forcefully. As her consciousness came back, she knew something in her had changed, simply not exactly what. And she couldn't sense it anymore. A particular bond. One she once had with her sibling.

Opening dry eyes, a view of the ceiling appeared to her. That was true, she had lost her twin, their precious link severed forever.

A bundle of emotions should have broken her where she was, but for an unknown reason, she couldn't bring herself to feel sad. Maybe was she in a state of shock. Or perhaps had she lost the capacity to feel for others. Or else, she couldn't bring herself to believe such an event occurred. In any case, she was thankful for the fact that the bond didn't exist anymore. Otherwise, she would have been crushed under the weight of her sister's death. And crying right here wouldn't help.

As numbed as her feelings were for now, she couldn't help but find another matter surprising. Her powers didn't seem to respond and she sensed no od circulating in her anymore. As if her magic circuit had ceased to be. Another source of worry but, she might find out a solution about this later.

However, she felt conflicted. What would she do now? She was alone. Her thoughts stopped. No, she was not. She could feel a new bond. She knew where it would lead her. She could sense this individual's presence, their exact location. It was something strange, yet filling her with hopes. With an effort, she stood up, her muscles protesting under the strain. She was in a world of pain, yes, but could manage that much, or rather, she will have to.

Forget fighting but, at least, I should be able to walk.

She was weak and nauseous but more than that, a new craving seemed to have grown in her. Not something particularly strong, no. Still, she desired what she had never wanted in the past, blood. Disturbed by this, she scowled in the dark. She couldn't be a vampire, since she was still breathing.

Then what am I?

Her frustration built up when she couldn't find a sound explanation. Many questions needing a proper answer. She couldn't afford to waste time though. If the compound was under attack, she had to do something. And right now, it meant making sure the person she felt the closest to would be safe. For an instant, she turned her gaze towards the inside of the building, where she knew her sister was. If things had turned differently, if she hadn't left her alone, they would probably be fighting side by side right now. With a regretful expression, she turned her back to Isa and walked out the garage, looking for Jack.

[YOLF]

Uchiten

Uchiten's excitement was only increased as he locked gazes with him. The eyes of dying warriors stared back at him, peering into his own even through his red shades. Exhilarating. It had been far too long since the spectre had been in a proper war. He almost missed it.

He was about to return the crooked, bestial grin, but clamored an "Oh?" of bemusement at the offer he was presented before he could. This being he was conversing with was one with whom he had had the pleasure of sharing his company many times in the past, but he had never imagined that one day the messenger and embodiment of war would offer to pay for his drinks. Well, there was no time like the present, not to mention it would be truly impolite to refuse.

Uchiten listened as he introduced himself with his preferred pseudonym for this time. Wanderer, was it? Of course true names had power, especially one like his, but he wondered about the choice. A harbinger forever wandering the Earth until the day of final judgement, was it? How poetic.

He nodded with a composed smiled and returned the etiquette, voicing his thanks for handling the bill.

"My thanks for your kindness, Wanderer. You may call me Uchiten. It is a pleasure to meet you like this."

Despite the risk, the evil spirit shared his given name, as he had with the faerie bartender. Normally, such a thing would have been a risk, but it was not his full name, and even if it had been, it was not something that was closely attached to the core of his existence, unlike with many other things. Not anymore.

And when dealing with beings of such power, it was only proper respect to share at least part of it. They were worthy of such.

[Milbunk]

Imnity
Meteor Ruins

"Hmph." A wave of her hand and just as quickly as he had attacked, did Imnity disappear once more.

"מבול!" Jets of water came gushing out of thin air straight towards her foe, Imnity re-emerging directly behind him book in hand.

The third circle began to fade in and out, it's connection destroyed by the fae blood.

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Shezar
Rooftops

The one on the ground dropped one of it's guns and grabbed from it's sleeve a short blade, using both the dagger and the smg it prepared to block.

The airborne Shezar unable to change it's course as easily as the first took from it's belt a dagger of it's own and threw it at the on coming grenade hoping to at least catch them both in the blast.

'Oh what a fool, revealing his true form so early in a fight. I shall show him the er'r of his ways.'

From nearby in the shadows a figure crawled awaiting it's chance to strike.

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Downy Reed
Final Circle

"Command Seals wha?"

It was then that he realized the very small pain concealed beneath his sleeve, quickly removing the sleeve revealed 3 glowing red marks.

But by then it was too late, Gabriel taking advantage of Downy's sudden glance had already destroyed the third and final circle disappearing just as quickly.

"Oh no… My dear I would like to talk more but we must leave… Now!"

Without even bothering to wait for her response he grabbed the newcomers hand and into the dimensions he went, he didn't have time to come up with a location by then it would be far too late.

Into the swirling darkness they went, where they would end up they had no clue.

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Lobelia Reed
Main Circle

"That doesn't sound good, the circle must be protected Golem, do your job!"

The golem let out a roar and charged his foe, it was intent on swallowing his foe whole!

[Aiden]

Chiyo

The first thing Chiyo became aware of when the plot hole closed behind her was the familiar sounds and smells of a human city. It was a common thing in every city, plus or minus the scent of certain types of foods and spices. Sweat, cars, chatter, smoke, and oil, all bouncing off the walls of whatever open-aired place she found herself in now. She did not know what exactly it was, because her blindfold was still on and she hadn't pulled the knowledge from the stream of Time yet. It would be boring to just cheat like that right away, and painful to actually look, so she played the guessing game first.

It was, perhaps, an alleyway. It smelled particularly badly, so either it really was an alley or she was in the City of Ground Beef over in Locus Tinnareth again and she'd ended up in the slums. Vera, the Power of Space, had once taken them there while looking for a good deal on wholesale foods. That big breasted megalomaniac wanted it to reward her hidden legions of sorcerously enhanced soldiers after the successful conquest of ... where did she take over again?

Stupid hidden things, can't even remember what they'd gotten up to or where they'd taken over. Well she could, but it would take effort and she was already bored with that line of thought.

Maybe there was a butcher nearby... that would be the simpler answer. Of course, in her life the simple answer was only occasionally the correct one. Chiyo was kinda hungry now, even if she never actually needed to eat, so if there was a butcher's shop she could use her apparent blindness and age to bum something off the owner. Once she knew where she was, perhaps.

After a while of standing there, all alone, bouncing on her heels, she finally decided to throw her hands up and ask the question.

Revelation of Unfathomed Eras

There was nothingness. A place without a history, where the eternal, unutterable whispers of Time itself had no record to draw from and furnish their queen with answers.

At first she thought that she'd looked too far back and reached the end of Time in the opposite direction. She had done it once before, attempting to discern the state of the universe prior to the term 'prior' having any meaning to it.

A second look, she decided as her head tilted to the side.

Revelation of Unfathomed Er-

Then came the sense of vertigo, and she fell flat on her ass against the hard pavement.

"Kyaah!"

Time brushed against Time against Time against Time gainst Time times infinity, until the steams flowed together into a limitless fractal pattern rolled around a single point like it were one giant bloated gyre. At the very edges of her blindfolded vision were the iridescent globes that lurked behind all angles and all stars, omnipresent across Time and Space, and the mad drumming that accompanied them.

She felt a sinister pressure on the top of her head, and knew her father was being a smug, solipsistic little bitch again.

"Oh go make Jesus or something, you giant string of butt beads," Chiyo muttered to herself, fully aware of the calamity she would bring down upon the spherical blasphemy that was Attaris Ebrôt Appekā with her speech.

Her vision, mercifully, cleared up soon after that and returned to the comfortable blankness of her blindfold. The soreness of her bottom went away, too.

Okay, okay, at least she had her answer now. This place was some sort of nexus between realities, like back home on the Plateau of Leng. Each of those realities were within the boundaries of her Estate of Time, but they were timelines she hadn't looked at before and which seemed to rely on different rules across all of them. They all met here, and converged into a unique dimension of their own.

Well, at least she had her orientation!

Chiyo nodded, bounced back to her feet, and grinned to nobody as ideas quickly formed in her cute little head.

This was gonna be neat.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

The one on the ground dropped one of it's guns and grabbed from it's sleeve a short blade, using both the dagger and the smg it prepared to block.

The airborne Shezar unable to change it's course as easily as the first took from it's belt a dagger of it's own and threw it at the on coming grenade hoping to at least catch them both in the blast.

'Oh what a fool, revealing his true form so early in a fight. I shall show him the er'r of his ways.'

From nearby in the shadows a figure crawled awaiting it's chance to strike.

The demon's flashing blades in onslaught were simply murderous. Striking from four different angles simultainiously, there simply was little chance for the assassin on the ground to survive, especially as the grenade exploded in midair, catching all three of them in it's shrapnel radius... which simply pinged off the armored form of the being known as Raul. If he'd been in Cover, said grenade would have killed him. Probably. But metal has a nasty ability to simply deflect shrapnel everywhich where - actually making the area behind Raul even deadlier than it would be otherwise. The assassin that threw the grenade could probably consider himself dead, killed by his own explosive.

[Daiki]

Mordred was pulled by her Master into what looked like an unknown dimensional plane.

They didn't even have the time to properly introduce themselves. The Servant didn't emit a complaint to be forced in this strange location.

"Master, why such a haste," she inquired. "Surely we had time enough to prepare ourselves for the battles ahead."

Truth be told, she was vexed to not have been even given the time to formally acknowledge him. Though, the man had clearly the talent and proof enough of their pact as partners for the Holy Grail War. She gave him a glance, since it was only the two of them now, she could remove her helmet. Which she did.

"I'm the Servant Saber, if it raises any interest," she said, clearly pouting. "Would you be so kind as to reveal me where we are headed?"

[Ivan The Mouse]

Neo

The messy-haired blonde kept walking away from the dock for half-an-hour to find a perfect spot for him to do his work. Until finally, he saw a rather ordinary-looking young woman walking alone by herself in a long narrow road. He noticed that she was approaching towards him, he then turned towards her direction and walked approaching her in a manner which isn't obvious, as if they were just crossing paths.

As the Neo passed by the woman, which means her back is turned on him, Neo suddenly pulled out his butterfly knives, rushed to woman from behind and stabbed her heart through the back, once. The woman fell down unconscious quickly in a matter of seconds and he pulled out his knife from the stab wound out cleanly, almost without any blood. Whatever blood that was in the blade was appropriately wiped by Neo using the clothes of the woman. He then began frisking the woman for valuables and found a wallet. He checked the bills and what he saw brought a smile in his face. He then pocketed the bills, threw away the wallet and immediately left the scene, along with the corpse of the woman.