Touga smiles as he moves a white pawn, "I can lead. I only ask for resilience in those that follow. Sadly, one can find themselves alone with such a weighty requirement. Or it could be that I'm simply ahead of the pack."
Alex settles down to his meager lunch. Well, somebody's lunch. He pilfered what he could carry and then tossed the lunch-box into a topiary. Biting into a bologna sandwich, Alex finally gets around to examining the contents of his letter.
Avatars by kpenguin. My Characters
According to this test, I am a LN Half-Orc Cleric, Lvl.2.
"And he said, 'Dance before us, atrocious nothing.'"
"And in the layer of the Deep Ones, we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory forever." - H.P. Lovecraft
"Or maybe they just need to be inspired a little better." He replies, in a way that doesn't sound like he's mocking you but nonetheless leaves the option there.
His chess game is far from regular. He toys listlessly with his pieces, sending out his knights and moving his pawns into an uneven line complete with two gaps in the defenses on either flank, as though he can't be bothered to really play defensively. What's more he smiles the entire time, a slightly superior smile that suggests in his mind he is doing you a favor by playing this. It's infuriatingly arrogant. You've just about dismissed him as another smug noblemen who's pride far exceeds his abilities when you get a sensation of a well oiled trap sliding closed around you.
As you may have guessed your dearest 'Master' has a benefactor of his own. That would be me. Normally I'd make grand offers of power and your greatest desires being made manifest when I come into my true power but that wouldn't do anything for you, would it? No, instead I ask you this. Do yourself a favour and try to cause as much chaos as possible. It'll get the old stuffy boy off his a** and doing things that will keep us both interested. Or don't but that's hardly any fun.
-End of the World.
Touma and Shirou
Shirou's power is sapped away. He finds himself unable to tap into any mana around him and his connection to Archer is severed. If his servant was anyone else he'd have lost them entirely but Archer has the capacity to sustain himself so he's safe for now at least.
Down the hall Alex Russo jumps for joy and runs off hopping her rival mage has yet to connect it to her.
"Brady was as close to a voice of reason that the Kings had. Without him Boomer will not let anything get in the way of any of his bad impulses." Mikala sighs.
"Good news is that Mithril is unaware of the power disruption. They sent Souske in to protect a Whispered hiding in the student body." Whispered, young women who for an as of yet unknown reasoning are psychically linked to some sort of store of advanced technology. In their sleep they develop the mechanics of the vast majority of modern technology, most notably the Knightmare Frames and Arm Slaves that walk most battlefields.
"So he shouldn't be too much in your way. Bad news is that I got Smedry's file decrypted. His name was attached to every terrorist incident since the Euro-Asian war. The Bats, the Knights, he even invested your old school before Lenshar was executed. I'm thinking it's stretching the truth more than a little bit but if anything in this file is true he has a lot of blood on those cheesy glasses he wears. Watch your back."
You are preparing to make your way up to the school to bring Light some lunch when a large wolf smashes it's way through a wall of the duplex unit you are renting. It chases you towards the bathroom sniffing the air meaningfully as it does.
As the two of you go for lunch you cannot help but notice a pale thin boy following behind you in the hallway. He's trying to not make it obvious, hanging back behind other groups of students standing around and talking but he still keeps a close distance behind.
Mikala's news comes very unpleasantly to Smedry, who frowns and rubs at the bridge of his nose.
"...I'm sorry." He says. "He almost sounds like a member of the family..."
He sighs. "I didn't want to have to ask you to do this...but you're going to have to exploit his guilt. Frittering Farnsworths, I usually am the one to encourage people after horrible events...but now, he needs to feel that remorse and guilt so that he will learn. So stay near him, and when he is gearing up to do something foolish, do not point out that he is putting his own life in danger...point out that your life is being put in danger."
He leans closer to Mikala with a sad grin. "He may be thoughtless, but he does care for you a lot."
He straightens up and pulls out his Trackers Lenses. "Now lets go track some folks down!"
He notes the various colored footprints that the Trackers Lenses reveals. He's looking for Alice's, and then Boomers, then going to whichever's closer.
Completely guilelessly, he follows Edward into the dark hallway where nobody can see them, stowing his gun as he does, and listens politely to whatever Edward has to say.
He's a soldier, not a spy.
He had three fake identities in his back pocket. Passports, drivers licenses, enough to convince anybody. But this time, the truth served better then a lie. "Tim Drake." He says, extending his hand. "But the Empire is offering a lot more then that, so before we talk anymore I think we'd better get some privacy."
"Very well. There's an abandoned gas station down the road. Fifteen minutes." Kallen says as she excuses herself and heads that way, expecting you to follow a bit later.
You are pretty much alone in that regard. As Edward pulls out a badge proclaiming him to be a SHIELD agent. The highest (official) order of Britannian counter terrorism. "Your stunt last night, ruined my set up. The whole purpose of you keeping the Whispered protected is so that we can learn their secret science. Because you shot at me and woke her Father I wasn't able to plant the bugs."
Alice's footprints are closer. It would seem she is in the nearby nurse's office.
As you approach you can hear her talking to someone much older (at least physically it's hard to tell real age with immortal creatures). "Emmette's dead. Jasper, Edward and Rosalie are in their pockets. We'd be insane not to get help from Smedry. He has befriended the Reapers he can keep them off our back until Bella has been dealt with."
"No more mortals. They can't be trusted. Look what Mr. Dynamite did to me when I trusted him."
He finishes his drink, flirts casually with a few of the prettier unattached girls, then leaves the place and makes his way down the road. He's aware that this could very easily be a trap, and also aware that he left his utility belt at home, leaving him extremely under equipped for any trouble. But sometimes life turned into a spy drama and you have to play by ear.
He blinks, then salutes smartly, his heels clicking together perfectly as he does so, his back becoming so straight it's almost bent backwards. "My apologies sir. Was not informed this was an inter-department operation." He says, voice clear and crisp. It's slightly gratifying to see.
"I assumed you were an enemy operative, sir. I'll be sure that it doesn't happen again." And then he continues standing at attention.
Smedry decides to exploit their poor Sense Check for kudos and drama, setting himself up and then cutting in.
"Well, that's rather bigoted of you!" Smedry replies to the other Twipire speaking with Alice, leaning on a nearby table and sipping a cup of moroccan peppermint tea daintily. With saucers and ****.
"I can see that personal prejudice is really influencing your thinking at this moment: Zithering Zahns, assuming that every member of a specific ethnic group will act wretchedly towards you because of the isolated actions of an individual is quite unscientific and illogical!"
He grins and bows his head slightly.
"Now then...what is troubling you two fine youngsters?"
"You are one to talk. It was your Grandfather that passed the bylaws that par my kind from entering any of the Free Kingdoms without military escort." The male vampire says. It's Doctor Charlise Cullen the school doctor. Kind of obvious in retrospect.
"Vampires...creatures of the dark side." Mikala says nervously as her hands go for the machete concealed in her backpack.
"See what I mean?"
You arrive at the gas station to see Kallen leaning over a small black car. "Good, down to business."
"Aside from his intel on Batgirl and Black Bat things have been going according to plan."
"You weren't supposed to be assigned to her for another three months. Tessa rushed the assignment to get you out of Area 11." Edward sighs and slams a fist into the wall. The concrete now bearing a reasonable impression of his fist.
"Now I'm willing to factor you into her defences but you will defer to me in all tactical situations. Understood?"
Harry stares at the mouse for a second with disinterest, and then a wide grin covers his face. His wand appears out of nowhere, and eldritch blackness flows from it as he stares down the anthropomorphic monstrosity. "...Nice? Me? I haven't heard that in a very long time."
He whips around, his wand casually waving, a cage of ethereal fire bursting from the tip, surrounding the Mouse in quick, simplistic motions, and he begins to walk away, pocketing the stick - no, the weapon, before he stops momentarily, thinking. He's unsure of what to say, of how to get the last word in such an odd situation, when he suddenly brightens as it comes to him.
"Berserker? Do whatever you want to him."
He conjures a chair, and turns around to watch the chaos unfold.
Truly, a jerk of the largest proportions.
"...Yeah." Images flash by his eyes, knives flying and people dying, and it's always, always him in the middle of it, killing and killing endlessly, never ceasing, not even for a moment.
Touma stared, confused. He had just shaken his hand - he didn't know what was wrong.
"Uwaaaa, such misfortune... Is there anything I can do to help? I don't know enough to figure out what I might have done..."
Maka was sipping milk from a carton as Soul bit harshly into and apple with teeth that seemed to have been sharpened down to points. It was impossible to tell with of his teeth were his canines. Both of them were sitting with Boomer in order to guard him. However at the same time Maka was performing reconnaissance. With her Soul Perception she was looking around for any Kishin Egg souls that may be among the students. Those souls that were filled with evil and had left the human path had to be taken care of lest another Kishin be let into the world and drive it into chaos with it's madness.
Hopefully she could get a scope on one her Cullen targets. Dr Carlise Cullen already knew of her presence and had likely warned them about her. Luckily they didn't know of Kidd's involvement and he had taken down the physically strongest of their group Emmett. That still left Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Edward, and Doctor Cullen himself. She wasn't sure how she would get at them, but she had to lest their corrupted souls d*mn the world.
Kidd, Liz, and Patti
Kidd came across Light with raised eyebrows. Emiya Shirou did not seem like the kind of person even the masked Light would hang around. 'A human shield, well played Yagami.' With that thought Kidd walks forward with his girls as Shirou seems to have a conflict with another student, Touma he believed his name was. Well if gave him a chance to talk to Light temporarily without his human shield. Not that he would be attempting anything in the hallway with so many people that could get hurt anyways.
"Hello Light, I remember that you wished to speak with me? Well it is lunch now so we should have enough time to discuss the topic that you wished to talk to me about with plenty of time to spare."
((OOC: Also Darkblade Alex is getting letters from someone named End of the World? Has someone been watching Revolutionary Girl Utena?)
People aren't just people, they are people surrounded by circumstances. He knew that better then anybody. "Well, apparently he is a lot better at spy games then I thought, because here I was under the impression he was completely harmless." Dr Henry McCoy replies after a moment's thought.
"The whispered shouldn't be too much trouble, actually if she's in my class perhaps I can use her to push forward the boundaries of science without over-stepping my bounds. I've got the students looking for elementary particles. Just imagine if we find any."
Then he sighs. "But I'll certainly add him to the growing list of people I will be keeping an eye on."
Shirou's hands relax. He wasn't much of a magus, not at all, he'd been uncertainly taught enough to get by, provided only being able to reliably do one (admittedly very awesome) thing was enough, and had considerable natural talent that allowed him to do the one thing, but had never been formerly educated. Never been taken to a school to be taught everything from summoning demons to ingratiating yourself with heads of state and playing the game they all played.
What he'd assumed was happening, in the panicky moments when he'd shaken the mans hand, was that some enemy of his father had sent a magical assassin after him, some sort of gholam that sucked you dry through skin contact and left you a husk. But the boys concern and surprise is genuine, he's not certain of much but he's certain of that much at least.
So what does he do about it? That's what he's not sure about. If he had some sort of magical artifact, he could use it to recharge, like a car jump-starting another, or he could wait a few months for it to recharge on it's own, but then Archer would vanish and he'd be killed by the first servant to come along.
And he didn't want to be part of this war in the first place. Summoning Archer had been an accident.
Touma sees his eyes glaze for a few moments. Of course, that's not the least of it. His skin is suddenly pale and waxy, as though he had lost ten pounds he couldn't afford to do without all at once, and he's shaking. Like most magus', he'd relied on his magic so long that to be without it was like suddenly not having a heartbeat.
Then he straightens himself. "Sorry, about that. I think I just reacted to something about you badly." That's plain to see. He looks like he's about to collapse. "I'm not sure why, but it would probably be best if you don't touch me again..." he paused. "ever. Or at least until we understand why."
He sways, then fades. For a moment, you can see through him, as he flickers out of existence, then comes back a moment before flickering out again. That was bad. That was very bad. He had enough energy to manifest for six minutes, and then he'd be gone. He needed an alternate source, and he needed it now. For a moment he paused, but there was only one person he could go to.
He vanished and reappeared behind Smedry, that cutting another moment off his short remaining time. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't afford this. He'd never get another chance like this. Never.
A desperate hand clutched the back of the teacher, with a hysterical strength that would have ripped him to shreds if Archer wasn't at the cusp of non-existence, and his crimson eyes are feverish. "Get me to the free kingdoms." He says. "No time. Now."
A man in clothes as dark as a crypt with no eyes walks the reservation. It's easy now, they've lost someone they knew and liked, and they're in a mood to blame someone. And what he gives them is only rumor and lies, that people only accept because they are uncertain and weak and worried and frightened, and they think their enemy is other people when their enemy is him.
It was fearsome in it's way, but he was nothing but weakness. But enough weakness in one place was fearsome as well. Years after Hansel had stopped coming so often, Hobbes had observed that the weak will unite to kill the strong. In Hansel's case that was rare, they'd kill the weak far more often, but sometimes, just enough to explain why he never changed tactics, they'd get the real thing.
One thing was sure, it was not a good day to be an outsider on the Reservation today. Scapegoats come in all shapes and sizes.
Gary looks at Shiki quietly for a moment, and social difficulties aside, nods to himself as if having figured something important out.
"Me too." He says quietly. "Want to go get lunch?"
"Only for vampiric kindred who don't pass the breath test: the Free Kingdoms are rather leary of confirmed man-eaters, and even for them, the same Truces apply to them as with Dragonkind." Smedry retorts, then shakes his head.
"But that's not the issue: you assume I'm something I'm not. And what I am...is willing to help. Now let's dis–"
Smedry blinks at his reluctant ally's request.
Then he nods. This...is what trust is about!!!!! And he will not let the best teacher assistant he's ever had, regardless of the fact that he's the only teacher assistant he's ever had...Down!
"Hang in there, Mr. Raoden!" He says, pulling out a flat sheet of Messaging Glass from his tuxedo pocket, shaking it a few times to activate it. "The gate to Nahalla was destroyed, so we have only one chance..."
He scrawls out a message on the Glass with his stylus: the words glow red, warming the glass to a degree that the bearer of it's sympathetic twin couldn't possibly not notice it.
"I Need to Call My Older Son."
[The Message Is...
Kazan: I need you to get Lost immediately. Life and Death Matter. See you soon, Dad.
Kazan, if you'll recall, is a member of the Smedry family that's keen on Exploring, wears goggles frequently, and has the Talent of Getting Very, Very Lost. To the extent where it's teleportation.
He's also a developmental dwarf who happens to be a shortness supremacist, having cultivated a large list of ways in which short people are superior to tall people.
You've never seen a ghost, but that's what Archer seems to be at the moment, you can see through him most of the time, and you have to force yourself to see him, or he just fades away, until you barely even remember he exists. You're not sure what happened to him, but whatever it is, it took a lot out of him.
Archer is desperate. He's gone from supremely in control to hanging on by his fingertips, and it's really starting to irritate him. Too much has changed. Instead of Rin, who he very nearly loves, there's this girl named Alex who seems to be very good at this. Enough to worry him. And worse, most of the people and events he does remember haven't come to pass. By now, Light Yagami should have...
Enough. He needs to get to the Free Kingdoms where reality is less defined, rebuild enough power to return, then go to Shiki's mansion where there are two maids he can take advantage of and thereby rebuild enough power to be back in the running to fix the timeline by ending the war before it can begin.
[He's a pragmatist. Only the results matter to him. It's the only way he's managed to remain vaguely sane all this time, actually. And sex is the main way Servants regain power in Fate/Stay Night. Which works, as the two maids are Synthesizers, which means essentially a store of supernatural power tapped by having sex with them].
The mass murderer turns, affecting surprise as he hears you, radiating charm, and gives you a warm smile that reaches his eyes. If you didn't watch yourself would make you suddenly eager to trust him. He's perfected body language to a fine art, no wonder he's remained undetected so long.
"There you are. I just wanted to say you dropped this." He says, and hands him a piece of paper torn from a note book. It's not hard to guess which one, though there are no names written on it. Just instructions that he clearly intended for you. "The reservation. 10:00. Come alone."
And with that, he turns and walks away, keeping to well used corridors as he does. When he's far away enough from the Kidd, he steps into an empty classroom and he turns to Ryuk. "Well, you wanted excitement. Looks like he's after me, not you. So in the interest in protecting your investment, tell me how is one of your kind like him different from one like you? Clearly power and influence, but are all the rules the same as yours?"
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Ryuk chuckles. "Different divisions. Now to explain his job. Hmmm."
The shinigami reaches into Light's bag to help himself to an apple. "Remember the rule about if you use the Death Note you won't go to Heaven or Hell? Well it's because of Shinigami like him. Your soul has absorbed the essences of all the souls you killed with the Death Note. For a Shinigami it keeps us alive. For a human it turns their soul into something called a Kissan Egg, which can turn into portals for some real nasty beasties. It is his job to remove those Eggs before they can let something through."
((Hastily compiled explanation combining the rules of Soul Eater and Death Note.))
Archer and Smedry
As soon as the servant makes his request he'll no doubt notice that Mikala is overflowing with as much mana as Shinki's maids, possibly because she is one sixteenth Sasquatch. Regardless of the reasons she would be able to sustain you.
Also around this time a rather confused looking dwarf makes his way down the hallway. "Don't you know better than that? I'm always lost, just as you're always late."
He adjusts his googles and looks over the crowd. "So what's all this then?"
"Well good luck with that then. I got to destroy all evidence that I ever had this file before Fury's next crackdown. Love you." Brand says as she hangs up.
Maka and Soul
Boomer excuses himself from the table to go get another helping of Mystery Meatloaf as Maka scans the crowd. She spots the unaccounted for Egg of Rosealie Cullen in line right behind the King of Kinkow.
"I see. So, he serves a different part of the same purpose." He pauses. "I imagine that means the rules that apply to you don't necessarily apply to him." He pauses thoughtfully. "He's corporeal, and doesn't seem to have a Death Note. Which means presumably his sustenance comes from dealing with Kishin Eggs. But beyond that, how much in common does he have with you? I suggest you be candid, because this is very important."
"Just about nothing is the same between us. His powers are purely offensive, designed to kill the vessels of Kishin Eggs." Ryuk explains as he eats the apple.
"That's Death the Kid, the immaculate son of Death itself (Thanos doesn't like him much). He's one of the strongest Meister class Reapers, but due to his heritage his abilities are well known. He is bonded to a pair of cowgirl twins he can turn into powerful firearms he is incredibly skilled with. If he comes at you in a straight fight you are as good as dead."
[ARCHER YOU ARE NOT HITTING ON ONE OF MY YOUNG WARDS SHATTERING GLASS!]
Enjoy a hasty Old Man hug!
"My Dear Boy So Good to See You We Should Catch Up But This Fellow Here Is a Heroic Servant Spirit That Needs a Mana Source To Replenish His Reserves So He Can Last Long Enough to Avert a Devastating Planetary War in the Future He Needs Your Help To Get to the Kingdoms Quickly!"
He turns and roughly shoves Archer's and Kazan Smedry's hands together.
"MR. RAODEN THIS IS MY OLDER SON KAZAN BRIGHT LAD WITH A KNACK FOR GETTING LOST TREAT HIM GOOD OR ELSE KAZAN THIS IS MR RAODEN HE'S RATHER COLD AND RUTHLESS BUT A GENTLE SOUL DEEP DOWN!!!!"
"Any Shinigami can end me with less effort then you used to eat that apple. I'm a victim, remember? I have no illusions about that." He smiled softly to himself. He'd even made that work for him, and he'd sold his soul to a second circle demon in exchange for for protection, with the sure knowledge that he'd never have to pay thanks to the Death Note's rules. The nothing after Death might scare some people, but not him.
"Well, I'd better call Misa. It looks like I'll be making a rather hasty gamble on the nature of this hunter and his disposition."
He doesn't say much, he takes his time, patiently lining up his thoughts. At last he feels ready. "That could be to our benefit. Both of them are in a position to strengthen our position here considerably. If we can collapse, or at least sufficiently undermine the colonies regime here, Brittania will be forced to redirect valuable supplies and resources, giving us all the opportunity we need. It's what they've been trying to do as well, afterall."
He nods smartly and crisply in that special military way that means you want me to nod, so I'm going to nod', salutes again, turns smartly and all but marches away.
What's left of the heroic spirit gives inclines it's head in a very Japanese bow. The move is unthinking, and gives any one watching the first actual hint as to who he is. He's under too much pressure to watch himself and keep from making mistakes. Of course, he's got three minutes or so to live, so it might very easily not be relevant.
Salem lunges towards the anthromorphic rodent fists swinging but largely misses except for a few minor glancing blows. "I know not what you are, but you are not one of God's people."
"Not your God, no." Mickey explains dryly as he leaps over the young woman and aims his sword directly towards Harry. He's not playing around, Alex gave him orders to take out the Summoners, over the Servants where ever possible.
Archer and Smedry
"Right then." The small man says easily lifting Archer over his shoulders and going down the hall.
Charlise looks down to Alice who shakes her head. "That wasn't supposed to happen. Whatever his agenda is it seems to be accelerating the Librarian's plans."
The head vampire sighs. "Very well, we will help you."
"Wait? The Bats really are in Forks?" Bad move, if Bruce were here he'd give you an earful about making assumptions about what the enemy knows.
"As best as we could tell they were still in Hong Kong."
Misa answers her phone quickly. "Light! There is something outside the apartment, something not human. I tried to call Sebastian but he won't pick up."
In the background of the call you can hear the rough growling of some kind of animal, possibly a wolf. There is no shortage of them in the nearby woods but for it to be in Town like that, right next to a residential apartment something is most certainly off.
Bella is sitting in the Cafeteria at a table by herself furthest away from the door.
In a manner that seems positively savage, he draws a 9mm, walks to the table behind her, sits down, and aims the weapon. Anyone trying to sit with her will have a handgun pointed at their head the entire time. He imagines this will dissuade any threats on her life.
Incidentally, it will probably keep any relatively innocent people from approaching her either, but it's not like she wanted to make friends...
Now that's extremely annoying, as well as quite liberating. He's been too dependent on Sebastian of late, perhaps it will do him good to live by his wits once more. At least, for a while.
"Don't panic. Call security, or at least the police, and keep the door locked until I tell you it's safe to open it." He cautions softly. "When you've done that, call me back."
"Good Luck!" He shouts down the hall, then turns back to the vampires.
"We'll help each other help ourselves." He corrects, sipping his tea.
"First things first: we'll need to put a bell on Bella."
If you want to roleplay Kazan and Archer getting lost, I'd recommend emphasizing the fact that Smedry Talents are quite useful while at the same time being very unpredictable and hard to control. And absurd.
Don't hesitate to show them getting truly, ridiculously lost. Kazan's the type of person who tries to go into the bathroom and emerges onto the top of the Empire State Building ten seconds later, forges a path through a jungle in the Amazon and emerges into a grove outside Paris, and stumbles into dragons lairs and things like that.
He should be able to take Archer where he needs to go, but not necessarily where he intends to go.