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8.02

It was an absolute massacre. The sight before him wasn’t unusual, especially given the pretense of the battle they were taking part of. And naturally, some of the skirmishes that took part were one-sided, depending on the servant. So far, his own kill count was rather small, instead searching for more prominent problems. However, the one he found wasn’t at the hands of an enemy force, but rather a completely bloodthirsty show that left the enemies decimated in their entirety. 

And all at the hands of a servant. An air so wretched, it could only remind him of one other, a companion of his. But while she still walked upon the path he could justify, this was nothing of the sort. He did not deny the necessity of killing, but the sheer glee the other displayed from it, filled him to the core with disgust. Death was a course of action, not a means of enjoyment. Not like this. And at the center of his being, the Alter did not recognize him as an allied force, but the very enemy he was sworn to destroy. For his mission would always have priority over all other things. Even Utopia.

His trademark weapons were already in hand, and the sound of gunfire ripped through the air, taking aim at the other servant. When one gun clicked empty, he switched to the other while more bullets were traced. He doubted killing him would be as easy as filling him with holes, but suppressing fire would not go amiss whilst he thought of a strategy. This was stupid, especially by his standards, but he could not leave it be. And over the gunfire, he yelled out in anger.

“Did you enjoy that?! Was it fulfilling for you?!”

@unchainedphantom

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vengier:

What an absolute moron. Did he have to work hard at being that dumb, or was he born with it? An existence “blessed” with being that talentless and brain-dead almost made her believe in a higher power, at least, in a divine power cruel enough to do that. Maybe that was something she could get behind. Ha!

With an inhale she would turn to him, studying his laughing face as he entirely got the wrong impression of her being here. A twisted grin etched upon her features as she sneered down at him once he was finished. “No you idiot, I am here to gloat. Christ, wouldn’t you know that by now?��� To revel in the fact that he was now Masterless did seem like why she was here, but to be so blatantly called out on it tended to mute the excitement. On top of that, she was allied to the guy, which meant that until he served his purpose to her, it was better to have him alive. All in all, she had come to make sure he was okay…but only from an investment standpoint!

Masking the sulking expression that was creeping to her face, she would turn away from him. Running a hand through her hair slightly she grimaced at his words. Good thing there was no one else around, lest her image truly be destroyed by people getting the wrong idea about her loyalties and idenity. “Shut up! Unless you want to be charred into dust. Considering the wind and we being on top of this building, I think your ashes would spread pretty far.” Her biting words were accompanied by the dark flames which flickered at her fingertips in warning. 

Childish as always and so easy to mess with. For someone who plays at being as much of a villain as she does, you’d think she’d learn how to avoid getting so upset over small inconsequential comments. But there she was, throwing a tantrum. Again. He couldn’t deny how amusing it was. He gave her a small shrug in response to her.

“I doubt it would make much of a difference, Jeanne. There’s not a lot much left of me to begin with. Wouldn’t be so much ash as a meager clap of dust.” Her threats were hardly worth noting aside from means to make use of his own brand of self-deprecating humor. Regardless though, he had no reason to continue to pester her, at least down that route of thought. 

“I see you have a master now. He looks like an idiot. Likely going to get you killed with sheer stupidity.” Straight to the point and brutal to that end. Scathing as the remarks were, however, they weren’t aimed at her. In fact, it seemed as though he was genuinely concerned that her master would cause her problems. “You have a plan to handle that situation? Or should I introduce myself to get the point across that he needs to fall in line?”

6.24

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drachenhaut:

�� It hadn’t passed down to the dragon slayer that some Servants were violent on their ways, some burned their targets with flames, others skewered with spears from the inside. However, this level of violence seemed to be a complete different case, bestowed with the information of the Holy Grail he was capable of understanding anything that the world has created after the death of a hero. No matter if they were heroes from the ancient civilizations, they would know what gunpowder was and its usages on modern days.

  A pistol. It seemed to be this case, grabbing the hilt of his greatsword so he could unsheathe it quickly, he hurried to the source of said gunshots, perhaps he was already too late, for because a pistol gives an instant death. However he had to try and save at least one unfortunate soul from that carnage. Opening the door that was full of holes, he was careful of his surroundings, for if he was hit on the spot on his back, it would be his end.

  The scene upon him was far beyond a single murder, it could be described as a massacre, as far as he could see with his eyes there was no single person alive, except for the Servant that seemed to enjoy his drink. Probably should have come in on a different day. The Nibelung didn’t change his expression, he already knew who was the culprit just by looking at the guns beside him.

  “What is the reason for this bloodsheed, Archer? I take it they were more than simple grunts for this kind of ‘work’…?”

The figure that approached was definitely a warrior of some renown, distinctive in appearance and aura. Proud regalia and power emanated from his stature, nothing that the Archer could compare to. But where there was honor, there was weakness, and exploiting that weakness was the Alter’s specialty. But he couldn’t go in blind, if he even needed to go in at all.

“No. They were little more than common criminals. Thugs extorting and exploiting the weak for their own gain. If they were part of anything bigger, I don’t know about it. Sometimes, trash is just trash.”

Another swig of his drink, as he examined his handiwork further, avoiding the gaze of the other. There was a painful familiarity to those eyes, something that resonated within in him in a way that he violently wanted to ignore. The slightest sign of discomfort could be seen on his face every time his gaze wandered over to the Saber’s features. This was not something he could tolerate for long.

“You can’t overlook them for just being grunts. No matter how small the infection, it can grow. People like this are what I’m here to deal with. Those who pose a threat to humanity. That’s all that matters.”

19h11

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vengier:

She didn’t much care for Archer’s sass, as in, his ‘warning’ would fall upon deaf ears. The rooftop was in a city that was part of a 'free country’ was it not? Therefore Avenger could do as she pleased. Such a childish rationality, and yet she wouldn’t hesitate to utilize it when it suited her.

A side glance was cast towards Archer, before she looked ahead once more. One hand went towards her ear, tugging at it lightly as if something was faintly annoying. 

“Geh, I could have sworn I heard the voice of that pitiful, masterless Archer - but, there seems to be no one here. Christ, am I suffering from some sort of delusion? This must be hell if I am trying to be led into thinking I am hearing the voice of God again, and that voice sounds just like that idiots’.” 

She was silent after that, remaining an apt distance from Archer and seemingly completely unaware of his existence. There was part of her that of course had shown up to gloat, but for now she merely played along with his request for silence. After all, it was probably already irritating that she was here and wouldn’t leave; and that sated her…for now.

A smirk crossed his face in response, not giving her an inch. She was much like a child, trying to constantly one up him to prove her own superiority. But truthfully, it was never something he was willing to argue. The Archer was not greater than anyone, in any way. He simply was, and offered no apologies to that end. But at the same time, dealing with her childish antics made him want to poke the bear so to speak.

And so they waited. He let her sit there and sass for a good thirty minutes, just examining the world as it passed by. Patience was a virtue he was well versed in. There was a strong doubt that she was of similar fortitude. However, just as he felt that she was about to give way and throw a tantrum, perhaps storm off in a huff, he laughed and spoke up. 

“Truly. My luck is both equal amounts terrible and grand. I lose my master and my ability to use my Phantasm, but in return, I have a such a powerful ally who, for all her grandstanding and posturing, actually came to check up on me. I suppose it’s more a matter of equal exchange than anything.”

He turned his gaze to her, that ever defiant smirk on his face. “I’m sure you’re wanting to argue that fact, but you’ve been waiting awfully patiently for me to acknowledge you. That doesn’t look good for your image, Jeanne.”

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19h11

@drachenhaut

A storm of bullets and debris, punctuated only by yelling and screams of pain. The bar in utopia wasn’t devoid of action by its less than dignified clientele, but tonight was another matter entirely. Tonight, the bar and its customers were visited by a man dressed in all black, two revolvers in hand. The ensuing chaos left the establishment ruined and now completely darkened. Windows shattered, bodies strewn all over the place, and among it all, was the Archer.

Killing these people, ending these disgusting blights upon humanity, was his task above all other things. The world was better off without them, even if he himself wasn’t that much better. But that’s exactly why it had to be him. Someone as black-hearted as the monsters he needed to finish off. And so as he sat there, casually sipping from a drink upon the table - certainly wasn’t his - he quietly ruminated to himself.

It had to be done.

The sound of footsteps crossing over the threshold of the debris was obvious to him, and the figure in general was hard to miss. However, even with the barrels of his revolvers still smoking, he wasn’t in the mood to fight. This act wasn’t a battle, it was a slaughter. And this intruder was most certainly a servant. A quiet sigh as he cursed his own luck.

“Probably should have come in on a different day.”

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6.24

@vengier

A nostalgic view of bright lights and a dark sky. It was the view that the Altered Archer was given, In the back of his mind, there was a hazy stirring of memories from a life long since past. Maybe he had seen a similar view before, not unlikely considering his class. But the fact that it was trying to piece something back together in his mind made him wonder if there was something more to it. Perhaps he was better off forgetting anyway.

So there he was, sitting upon the railing of the rooftop of an unremarkable apartment complex For the time being, this complex acted as his home, with him and his “room-mate” occupying it. His fellow Alter wasn’t about for the time being however, so he decided to partake in some peace and quiet so that he could figure out how to handle his situation now. Where was Jeanne anyway, he’d ask himself. She has a master now if he recalled correctly...

Almost on cue, the doorway to the rooftop opened. Naturally he was alerted, but he didn’t bother showing he cared. Anybody else would have left him be. But only one woman here was quite as bold and brash to simply not care. The sound of footsteps approaching wasn’t so much ignored as it was completely glossed over. It wasn’t until the other was within attacking distance that he actually bothered to speak up.

“Occupied. Come back later.”

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Okay time for a new rp ad! And this time, you’re likely to get an Alter Emiya who’s more willing to hear ya out rather than shoot you. Gonna cap at 3  (sans castmates naturally).

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His task hadn’t much more difficult. A connection was now severed from within him, a tie to an important person that granted him his true power. It wasn’t a surprise to him, the Personal Frame having slumbered for as long as she did. She was better off away from this world of bloodshed, separated from the unenviable acts that he would have to perform. So good on her.

“Rest well. I’ll take it from here.”

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So everything was laid bare then? Seemed suspicious to him. There had to be details left out. Nothing of this sort of scale was ever that concise. But it was questionable whether or not it actually mattered to him. He had one purpose to fulfill, one goal, one reason to exist. And it was the very task he was summoned to perform here. It was just another mission.

“Is that a joke? Asking whether or not I will fight to protect humanity? Please...”

“It’s what I live for.”

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✂

Great. Another run in with a problem. He stood his ground, not drawing his weapons just yet. He needed to analyze the situation, what he was dealing with. Dammit, he hated being caught off-guard. Even identifying what class his opponent was is proving to be a trial. She looked...normal. But clearly she had some guts if she was willing to threat-

...what?

“...Was that a pun?”

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“Look, would you stop pestering me about the map! I can figure this out!”

Teeth gritted in annoyance as he tried to pull ahead of the odd skeletal figure following him. How could he have forgotten something as important as the damn grocery store?! Was he really caught up in all the recent nonsense that it had just slipped his mind?

“Damn it, I could have sworn it was right here...!”

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♣ = discovering them crying .

He didn’t say a word. There was no sneer, no jest, no gleeful mockery of her predicament. If there was anything, it was surprise that she could even break down like this, so self assured she seemed to be. But he didn’t question it. There were few like him, even among Alters. A quiet approach, and a weapon far more used to wielding a weapon, would rest upon her shoulder. The act was far more gentle than it had any right being, considering who it was.

“Shake it off. You’ll get nothing done with this, trust me.”

Evil like us doesn’t get to cry.

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counteremiya:

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A Servant’s duty was to be at their Master’s side. Despite knowing this. EMIYA made no real attempts to locate his own. At least, not yet. He still found himself somewhat puzzled by the situation at hand and placed observing this city above finding the person he had been ‘partnered’ with. After all, there was no war to be waged here, according to the strange voice that rang through his ears upon arriving. As such, they should have been safe.

His eyes scanned over as much of the city as he could, taking in every little detail to try and find something out of the ordinary. And aside from the odd barrier surrounding them, nothing truly stuck out. His location atop the dimly lit skyscraper left little room for things to go unnoticed, despite the lack of light currently plaguing the city.

“They plan on explaining ‘everything’, huh.. It’s hard to trust the voice of a person I can’t even see, but it looks as though I have no choice in the matter. I’ll have to track down my Master and-

Hostility. it flashed for only a brief moment before fading into nothingness. It wasn’t an Assassin’s ability to conceal their presence, but it was still quite the feat for such clear animosity to be masked with such absurd ease so quickly. The question now was..

“Who did I piss off to elicit a reaction like that, I wonder? There aren’t many Heroic Spirits I’ve dealt with who could harbor a grudge from a previous war.“

A normal night, normal surveillance, normal routine. The recent events had no effect on what he was set out to do. He was a creature of habit, and his work never faltered, not once. But tonight, something felt off. As though something inevitably foul was going to happen, a meeting he didn’t want. From across the rooftops, beyond what human eyes could see, he waited for it. That’s when he spotted him, off in the distance, the mirror he had hoped would be shatted.

The Red Archer, the “Original”.

Outrage. Hatred. Disgust. It all broiled up to the surface before he could even recognize what it was. Rapidly, he silenced it. If he was able to spot his counterpart, then so could the other. The reaction was instant. “Trace on.” A spark of light in his hands signaled the rebirth of his weapons, but not of his typical Kanshou and Bakuya, but rather of an old bow he once used long ago...

He aligned the shot. Precision was one choice, but absolute decimation was a better one. The source of the attack would be the ever expendable false phantasm. With Caladbolg as the ammunition, the explosion would be utterly devastating, much like his use of it in a previous contest. And just like that, the bad memories, the unwanted feelings, would be wiped out, along with the rooftop itself, most likely. It would be over before it even began. 

“For shame, Archer. I expected better of you.” 

Part of him wanted to enjoy this, to relish the act of killing this miserable existence. But there simply wasn’t any joy in it. Just a dull disgust and a bitter spite. If he just died here and now, it would be the greatest gift he would ever receive. But even as the improvised arrow flew through the air with unerring accuracy, he knew it wasn’t that simple. It never was.

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@vengier

”So you noticed he was around as well. Either you pay more attention then you let on, or the scent of hypocrisy on him was strong enough for you to catch.”

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“So. That’s how it’s going to be, huh.”