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    Virtuosic Marauder
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    Jhin of the Opera
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  1. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Kazuki Amidst his ailing state, Kazuki suddenly felt better. It no longer hurt his body as much to attempt it -- and he would assume he was safe to bring his Servant in, though he decided to warn his assailants beforehand. He didn't want to take more of any attack or subjugation should his Servant arrive unannounced. "He's coming back," Struggling felt slightly more comfortable in comparison to the previous state that he had endured, somewhat, as he addressed Karsten. "Probably. He's probably inclined to come back, though I can't say how happy he'll be when it gets here." Peter Was this the end? Fighting against the strength of his assailant and the lingering pain from the impact, Peter responded with a snarl of his own, trying to get free in some semblance of form. Tink, too, struggled to aid her friend however she could, despite her helpless state. He ushered his shadow to take Tink away, to hide her somewhere -- anywhere -- so long as she would be safe. He would not beg -- he would not attempt to swindle his way out of it and whatnot. She was a beast in the skin of a little girl -- whatever sense of human that laid in the eyes on both master and wolf weren't there.
  2. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter "Tch-!" Astonished by the sudden attack, Peter found himself trying to shake off the wolf's grip -- his shadow aiding him with it, though his attempt to keep himself aloft was short lived. No sooner he slowly got dragged to the ground despite mustering the strength to afloat, plunging toward the ground as he made an attempt to hack his assailant with his blade.
  3. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Kazuki "I would if I could," he tried to manage through his subjugated state. It was the best logical course of action, though obviously it had been a bad idea with his captors eyes' on him, his only hope having been consent, consent that he might have just been given. It was hard for him to speak, and he wasn't exactly being treated that well either; nor would it exactly appear to the best result when the beast was to come before their eyes. "Like I've said earlier, what I've got is some feral beast. He just ran off after a not-very...polite introduction. More or less I don't even think it seems to care that...*cough* that I'm like this. I can't guarantee what happens if I do get him over here, telling you right now," Struggling to muster whatever strength he could on his marked hand, he hesitated waiting for an answer, not wanting to act out on his own accord and getting another bruise or worse. Peter Astonished by the speed of the wolf, Peter narrowly avoided the first attack, his best course action being to attempt to fly higher -- further -- such that he was at a height where the wold would had no real foundation to jump on. Had he bitten off more than he could chew? He couldn't have -- and he would fight to the end if need be. The wolf was a powerful opponent indeed, but one need aim only for the injured Rider to succeed, he presumed. Nevertheless, Peter had been pushed on the defensive as he continued in his airborne struggle to find some safety, knowing that it wasn't exactly wise to take a head on rush, especially given Tink's enfeebled state.
  4. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter I stand corrected, he replied. It appears the little girl's fought back. I was about to kill our fellow Rider here, but now I have a walking Wolf Phantasm in my hands. What better way to fight if injured that to command someone to fight in your stead? Peter had knew this would come, but he'd conquered her even amidst her setup domain; Peter would not run. He could feel Tink tugging at his hair, knowing that she needed help; the Servant had inflicted a rather grave wound on her. Given that the snarling wolf before him was a Noble Phantasm, it would likely be as hard as it would its master to fight, and time was perhaps not something he could afford if his Pixie companion was his priority. Would she give chase if he were to retreat for Tink's sake? Or would she retreat alongside him, complacent with a stalemate? It would be a gamble. "To the skies!" He exclaimed, rushing toward the sky, primarily to see how she'd react, feigning another aerial assault from above. What came next would prompt his next act, as he urged Tink to hold on.
  5. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Kazuki The Servant was taking a greater toll on his body that he'd imagined, and the fact that he was subdued, unable to do anything about the situation, didn't help that much either; the pain in his arm began to grow to excruciating levels, he heaved and collapsed further into the ground, trying to alleviate some of the pain by tightly clutching his burning skin. Whatever that beast was doing, it was going to be the death of him, he thought, not knowing if it had any semblance of notice that its Master was in danger, or that he simply didn't care so long as he had his share of the hunt. He wasn't that convincing earlier when he attempted negotiating. Whatever remaining attentions his mind could put onto his exasperation of his predicament were brief, as his breathing grew rapid and hoarse, struggling to even walk. There was only the sliver of hope that perhaps his captors, of all people, would aid him, if they wanted to use him. Peter I've got her now, He sent to his Master, as he readied himself in front of her weakened foe, despite her attempt at a last resort. While the opposing Servant had had the time to ready herself, Peter had collected the enfeebled Tinkerbell, who now stayed close to him, a faint glow hidden in his hat as she struggled. She just had to hold on. Tink will need help after this, but I've got her! Charging toward Red from their initial airborne condition, Peter and his Shadow attempted another pincer strike, each with a blade in hand; the Shadow lunged from the front while Peter took a longer dive above her, attacking from two different directions. They just had to make it in time.
  6. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter It seemed that the girl was stubborn; there was worry for Tinkerbell, of course, but Peter had to focus on the opening he had in hand; though short of a fatal blow, his sword remained driven into her shoulder, and he was going to make sure it stayed the way, as he twisted the sword deeper within her, trying to reach deeper into her torso, trying to gain some semblance of damage. The strength of the motion threatened to cut off her right arm as it continued to gouge with her resistance, bloodlife flooding from it. Silently uttering some silent commands to his shadow who had briefly been knocked aside by Red's force, the shadow swiveled past Peter before knocking Red away from any semblance of matter she attempted to balance herself with, a glint following its movement as it closed in for another attack, the trio inching closer to the ground as they fell.
  7. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter Surprised on the attack on Tinkerbell, Peter had already cleaved through the last of the cobwebs, only to discover a more gruesome scene: his companion captured, but also the perfect opportunity set out before him. He would not despair despite his worry; he would do what he must. They say a great offense can be a great defense; and he would protect his closest friend by killing a Servant it would be two birds with one stone. "It's now or never, Tink! Hang on!" He needed to trust her. Trust was what made flight, what made strength, and what made friendship. Lifting his sword, he chanted what he needed at times like this: Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust. His smile grew wider -- almost forcibly so -- as he forced himself to focus on the jubilee of an incoming victory, wanting to live in the moment than worry about what would come next; so his speed accelerated further, his descent ready to strike Red for a hopefully killing blow. With a heavy heave and as her wings disappeared, Peter's shadow grabbed hold of Red's insectoid form by her head and began to lift her into the sky; her light weight and small stature meant it took little effort, her occupied limbs meant that she had few to resist the shadow with especially with its form being intangible in certain areas, and Tinkerbell's close, albeit oppressed proximity to him meant that it had what it needed to sustain itself, notwithstanding Peter's naturally high Strength Parameter. The force of the shadow's pull would also attempt to resist Red's head from flexing enough to damage the struggling fairy, who writhed amidst its entrapment, unleashing small gusts of Pixie Dust at a desperate attempt to protect herself, be it via its magic or by camouflage or distraction. There was only one way Peter would play this game; his way. It was close to a do-or-die risk. Peter would run her through without harm to his shadow easily, unless she attempted to use her prey as a desperate shield. He needed to make this count, or it would be grave for Tink; but if he did, it would be a very good first result. The distance between them closed rapidly as Peter descended while his Shadow ascended with Red, both sides working coordinately to strike a fatal blow on his enemy.
  8. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Kazuki Fear with disssatisfaction stirred within him again at his captors' actions. He heard the distinct clanging of metal when the bullet fired -- were they under attack? It meant a good and a bad thing -- primarily bad, he thought -- as he resisted the urge to protest upon being accused of an escape attempt. He felt like an insect in a spider's web, oppressed and trapped, unable to do anything. Peter Correction, master: not a girl with a wolf, at least not just that. The Servant's a living zoo wearing the skin of a little girl, rather, and we've decided to play each other's games. He reported, and while an undesirable task for him, he tried to reassure himself to be wary of, but avoid killing whatever animals he saw in sight -- hostile or not. They were innocent, unless they helped the girl willingly -- and Peter felt somewhat relieved at the sentiment of what would perhaps be his first victory of the night. For Peter Pan to murder a little girl in the middle of a war was quite the unsightly news; the fact that said girl was a compendium of beasts, her human skin that of a sheep's to a cunning wolf -- eased that quite plenty. Having wanted to avoid greed and to test the extent of the abilities Peter had expected little from his attempt; she would not fall to a strike of a sword if she were worthy and competent. At the same time, the more the girl exposed herself the more he learned; they say humans were the strongest beings, but clearly little it did to help her otherwise frail form. At her attempt to block him with webs, Peter responded with another look of surprise, withdrawing his dagger in hand to hack through through the silk with both blades. Assuming they held the qualities of that of an atypical spider it would only prove a minor nuisance; if Tinkerbell could free herself from webs easily with a couple of shoves Peter would take time, but would not be severely affected by it. Peter grinned at her attention to him as he attempted to cut his way through, however, an expression hidden from the rain and the wind; Tinkerbell and his shadow were more than happy to attack below her from where she fell, rapidly dashing toward her from their lower position, and while it would take Peter a while to adequately hack through the girl's attempt of slowing him down with his twin blades -- if not wait for a moment before they dispersed-- Peter and his party had Red locked in a pincer strike. Between the two occupied spaces and the narrow space of the alley she had attempted to catch him in, there was little room for escape. Righteous fury fueled by the pixie's previous anger made her glow brightly, allowing her to charge at her from quite a distance away from Peter's shadow at their simultaneous attack; both beings with their own powers and responsibilities in mind when they reached her.
  9. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter Witnessing Red's increased altitude with an expression equal parts surprised and excited -- such that he forgot about his two allies momentarily -- it was Peter's turn to laugh. "Ha! What wonderful circumstances be this!" He exclaimed, rushing upward faster than before for yet another attack, taking aim at Red's left arm. The tide of battle grew more interesting; while he had courageously entered her setup domain, the girl now attempted to match Peter at where he was best -- in the air -- and with a pair of insect's wings, no less. Surely they provided some semblance of protection from the rain, and it also made her less vulnerable in the air; but it would matter little, or at least, Peter was confident of that. At the same time, it was clear that the little girl had some affinity with animals and creatures -- friends, she had deemed them. Would she follow her assault with a murder of crows, the likeliest avians to be present at this hour? Trying to fight Peter in the air was like trying to fight a spider in its own web; though he would still respect her speed, he had no doubt that he was faster -- would be faster -- especially with the adreanaline rush that was coming. The happier he was, the faster he was. And Peter found no greater joy that a good challenge, a good adventure. An opponent that could fly like he could.
  10. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter Peter had been ready for the girl to strike, though Peter had not expected the unseen assailant who had been aiming for Tinkerbell from another direction; although Peter had rapidly flown out of range of Red's attack, Tinkerbell had not been so fortunate in evading her assailant as the cat's tackle managed to hit her on the side in mid-air, staggering her as she split away from Peter momentarily. Deciding to take advantage of their airborne situation, Peter quickly unsheathed his sword -- a blade around less than half his height with a golden hilt -- and lashed upward, attempting to strike the girl who had leapt to his range to attempt a first strike at a speed that rivaled her own. She had jumped higher than he had expected. Peter could entrust his Shadow with Tink's welfare for the moment as it rushed to collect the descending Pixie; he was confident that his companion would not falter so easily, especially at a girl who had angered her that much, and how she had held herself against creatures far greater before. He trusted the two could hold their own, knowing that neither of the Servants could avoid focus on anything apart from each other -- or at least he would make sure of it. The cat's descent from that height would be slowed from the lingering effects of Tinkerbell's dust that enveloped her that caused it to momentarily levitate; it was not something any of them would want to touch significantly. It was to be expected; he had arrived in a domain the girl herself had set up, like an insect blind to the fatal scent of the Venus flytrap. He would not run, though: Peter was no coward. He would let the battlefield shift naturally. It was just beginning, and he felt the thrill rise as he attempted his attack.
  11. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter I assume you want me to fight her alone? Kill her, if necessary? Or do you have any other uses for a Servant like this? We're not playing though...yet. Peter found it odd that his Master had simply thanked him bluntly with no particular desire or order -- and this was from the man who reprimanded him for being unprepared for the war. No matter -- his attentions returned to the girl who greeted him equally flirtatiously, a pleasant response to the Servant. "But of course," He answered. "My name is but free for all women to call by its own sake -- especially one so charming as you are." Both sides had yet to strike; Peter disliked waiting games, but he somewhat enjoyed the newfound charade that had developed. Tinkerbell was already looking very poised to strike with this fellow attractive girl who had her master's attention, hidden behind him, but Peter urged her to wait, knowing that beneath the innocent facade there was something wrong about this girl; something ominous. Regardless, perhaps it was time to play his cards. Feigning a relaxed demeanor, perhaps in attempt to expose something from herself with it, he lay in mid air as if on an invisible bed and rose above the ground, stopping just shy of the tip of the building that hovered above them; he made his positioning closer to the nearby streetlight, revealing his volatile, independent shadow that moved dissonantly from his relaxed stature. He seemed to make the subtle impression that she would be disadvantaged at least in terms of sheer numbers; while they weren't as powerful as Peter himself, a lot of the enemy's Servant's strength came from her own wolf, too, a nice contrast to his own strength. It was unlikely that she'd successfully catch him off guard -- Peter lived for danger, and even if she did, it was unlikely that she'd land a fatal blow either. Somehow, it was going to very enjoyable battle. "Perhaps you'd prefer a more romantic setting, miss?" Not that Peter hated it, but the narrow space of the street would be no good place to start the inevitable clash that would ensue, wondering if she would if she would willingly give chase if he moved. "Or do you find such a place more suited to your tastes, dark and not so warm, like the forest? I could propose a better spot to consummate our fated meeting, if you would willingly take my hand." Amusing himself with the pixie's jealousy once more, he mockingly extended a hand from his unreachable distance, awaiting a response.
  12. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter I've already found her, he answered his Master, A little girl, at that. A girl with a wolf. I'm at the alley in the north. His attentions then returned to said small girl, who had politely made her acquaintance with him. "Certainly, m'dear." Courteous, this one, he thought, that line being the last of the imitation of a certain nemesis' voice. Typical of a young lady. It was apparent that she wasn't getting intimidated, however; a glance below revealed that she'd already noticed him, a pristine, beautiful face beneath the incarnadine cloak, but it wasn't as if he was trying to be inconspicuous, anyway. It would be futile to retain this charade any further, as his voice returned to his own. "Why else would someone like yourself be out here all alone so confidently? A dark alley as this is no different than the forests of which you once walked alone. Certainly the dark is of no threat in comparison." Peter's shadow shifted from the wall and returned to Peter as he flew down to meet her face to face with Tinkerbell in tow -- albeit at a certain distance away from her; around ten steps away, at that. His feet touched the ground; perhaps it was a stupid move to relinquish the advantage of higher ground, but he could afford to play nice with this one, though he wasn't going to underestimate her yet. Retrieving his hat, he bowed as politely as the Servant before him gave him her curtsy. "Peter Pan, miss Red. They'd say fate brought us together, but it was you who cast the red thread that led me to you, did you not?" His words and actions earned a pouting look from Tinkerbell; a common reaction to any girl who had Peter's attention. Kazuki "Difficult, to start." He relented, managing to straighten himself up, as he was beckoned by the other Master to follow, of which he obeyed for the moment. "Not like I decided I was gonna get far when I was getting that Berserker anyway. Our first meeting was...quite unpleasant, to say the least. Big hungry feral wolf, and all. The first thing to do after grabbing and threaten me was to run off and fight, and was -- probably is still -- fighting right now nearby the residental district up there," He then realized his familiar faded mid-way, though whether or not if they were the ones who got rid of it -- possibly even tracked him down with it -- he knew not. "Apart from being fast and very physically strong, not a lot I know about him yet. I didn't get a real chance to get to know, after all. My familiar disappeared in the middle of it all, since someone got rid of it." He didn't want to imply it was their doing; perhaps they would admit it out loud given he was no threat to him anymore. He was being...surprisingly honest, though that was the most cautious form of action, ironically, he could take at present.
  13. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter Peter's search didn't take long -- trying to remain as inconspicuous as he could, he flew above the various buildings before stumbling upon a hooded figure in the alley. A closer look he saw and recognized who she was instinctively; a lass with a hood as red as an angry Tinkerbell (amusing himself with the thought), once sung in folklore of her encounter and subsequent victory over a deceptive wolf, a wolf she now seeming had control of. Such a Servant was the last he had expected to reveal herself -- he had assumed a more prideful competitor, though pride did not come always in an equally powerful warrior. However innocent in appearance, she wouldn't have come out here if she weren't prepared -- or had faith if she could survive. Better or worse yet, the conniving girl could be potentially trapping her first assailant, much like the umpteenth times a certain pirate captain had attempted on him before. What was she doing, though? He wondered, presuming it a facade to blend in as some roadside collector of sorts. No matter -- he would shadily (quite literally) introduce himself. What response would she give, he wondered, in an attempt to scare her, or deceive her, however unlikely? He hoped some fruit would come out of it. Peter's shadow split from him in a giggled silhouette of pitch black under Tinkerbell's light, before it crept up to follow the girl as it avoided detection. With an unheard giggle, Peter walked in mid-air to avoid making any sounds as his shadow crept from the light into the shadows, following her. It was the one, brief, comical opportunity where the Rider stepped into the streetlight and notice her shadow did she realize that in its place instead was the shadow of a laughing boy -- Peter's hat intentionally off his head -- Peter's jubilant, though mildly eerie laughing echoing around her as if it were from the shadow itself. It was with a voice that was not his; the best, liquid voice of a certain villain he knew, and then he spoke through the shadow to her. "All alone, m'dear?" Kazuki Gunpoint again. At least his expectation didn't disappoint, if he were to deem that a silver lining in his already miserable state. Perhaps a slightly more merciful, softer Master might've sit better with him, but there was none to expect in a War such as this. He was likely the meekest, if anything. There was nothing he could do but acquiesce, and he should be grateful that he was allowed to live for it, even if as some strongarmed errand boy. "Alright," He tried to resist any sarcastic remarks as he remained suppressed, though he defied some irritation in his tone, fearful as he was, "You win. I'll do as you say, as long as it means I get to walk away alive."
  14. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Peter and Tink A familiar presence interrupted their conversation before Min could give his answer to Peter. One hostile. One so alerting it could only be one thing. The very thought of it perked the Lost Saber, knowing that action might start earlier than he'd anticipated. "So it seems someone wants to play," He snickered, slightly excited by the idea. "By play, it's rare for a Servant to be this conspicuous. Overconfidence perhaps? Or perhaps this one's more of a meek competitor wanting some peace in this war? Whatever it is, what do you say we go introduce ourselves? In the north just around here -- quite close, actually. Too close, in fact -- it's as if they're too inviting. Like Hook with one of his many traps planned for me back in the scuttling days. He or she's alone, though, for better or for worse. Your decision? I wouldn't mind heading on over to check it out myself," He suggested. With the ability to fly he had the upper hand in both speed and evasion, and said Servant wouldn't be hard to find. Fun awaited him, if danger were another word for it. Kazuki Nothing he could do, really -- rather than internally lament over his predicament. Being able to neither speak or do whatever -- perhaps in his current foe's best interest, he could only wait or scramble for a plan. Whether this Servant knew everything via assumption or well, just knew it, for some reason, he sat subjugated and discomforted on the ground. He wouldn't die here, apparently -- but he didn't know what was to come. Was the Master going to arrive? What kind of person would it be? He didn't know, and it frustrated him mildly, over the primary fear he now felt, and not being able to know what came next. Get over here already, damn it! There was the irony once again that the very being that threatened more menacingly earlier that night was the only thing that could have any remote chance of saving it -- or some lucky police car passerby assuming a crime.
  15. Noir

    [IC] Fate/Reborn 2.0 Second War

    Kazuki After being knocked to the ground by an unexpected someone, his concern shifted from his initial cautiousness and fear to a moment's irritation. He was hit hard in the neck, and he grasped his throat as he coughed and gasped for air. "Hey....*cough* what was that for?" was all he could managed in gasps and hoarse breaths, as he tried to regain his footing slightly and turned to the peculiar figure who had stopped him. It took him a while to concentrate through the heavy discomfort in his throat and neck, as he still lay in a rather miserable state on a floor. A quick glance told him that the figure who tripped him was peculiar, he noted. And it was a bad sign -- immediately that he knew, and the fear returned again. Crap. Had he been too conspicuous? A couple of sayings were apt for a moment like this -- time waited for no man, for the fact that the war started and could end on his head before he even got a chance to do anything? Or better yet, tough luck for both picking an incompatible Servant and landing himself into something like this? Trying to maintain some semblance of composure, he wasn't sure if he could afford to withdraw his familiar just yet. He didn't want to lose sight of his Servant, notwithstanding how desperately he'd prefer his presence here for once, but also found it in his head that she could sense his use of mana -- and him withdrawing it. His discomforted state didn't really help him maintain control, but he decided to keep things as they are as his focused shifted from his hawk-view to the predicament before him. He needed to talk his way out of it, at least, or hope that something would happen to intervene. "Um*cough*...Hi?" He barely managed to slowly recover some form of voice, as his hand remained on his throat to alleviate the remaining pain. "I'm just....passing through. I'm rushing somewhere right now, so if you would please?" Peter and Tink Having retracted into spirit form and now made conversation in the car. He led -- as he did. As a certain someone did. For what purpose did he lead, however? "You asked me if I was a freedom fighter?" His voiced sounded strangely whimsical, lacking the slight bitterness it initially had with the notion of working for a man -- a man that didn't look as conspicuously "good" as he liked. "I was always free. Why do I have to fight for my own freedom, at least? Everyone's always free where I came from, and where I fought for. Well -- I have fun doing it. I have fun fighting. When I led my boys upon the pirate ships and beaches it was all in good fun -- all in good fighting. There were risks. There was danger. We loved that, and it made us feel good doing it, you know? In all? I fight for justice. Justice as a cause. Justice towards people who want to get rid of that freedom. However I came to this war, it's all in good fun to me and Tink for the most part. I could care less about how we fight it as long as it doesn't violate our principles." "Rather than ask me how I want to fight this war -- what are we fighting for? C'mon, you can trust how I fight -- you got yourself a Saber that can fly and can help you fly as an added benefit! But I fight only for the right reasons. So long as it's for your own good without making others suffer -- sans the other Servants and Masters of course -- for no reason, I'm game. Most of that earlier frustration was from using Tink's dust, really. She doesn't take well to other people using it, " He noted, and unseen in her spirit form Tinkerbell remained angry at Min's previous suggestion, which earned him a chuckle; she would hopefully calm down soon. "Like I said before, as long as it's for the good of the war I'm in -- and within my principles. Surely with your seeming competence as you wish to display you're capable of winning it a way that doesn't require me to do anything absurdly bad, such as to harm or hurt anyone who isn't a Servant or Master?"
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