Noir

Kazuki "I'll use my Seals. I feel it's the best way to do so without making anything ugly," The words that came out of his mouth surprised him, even if a little; before any conversation could continue, however, the silhouette of the beast soon appeared before them, the air flowing toward him growing dense, the beast's gaping mouth releasing breath like a thick fog, making his "return" all the more eerie. The seal on his right hand throbbed amidst the danger, danger of both being held captive...and perhaps the danger of being in close proximity with the very Servant itself.

Tinkerbell The fairy's eyes, circles of horror and despair, widened and teared, in a mix of grief and anger; ignoring the enemy, she wanted to scream voicelessly; she wanted Peter to wake up in any semblance of miracle or belief, or hope. Feebly she could not even muster to strength to inch close; not even his shadow was there to aid her as it faded into the darkness of where his seemingly limp and lifeless body stood crushed and unmoving. Nor did Red's laughter help -- it was a joy derived from suffering, not a single shred of it genuine -- as her surroundings darkened even more,

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 her

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.

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

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 ha

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

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 br

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. Liftin

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

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 provid

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, attemp

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

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 t

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

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?

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

Peter and Tink So he intends to weaponize Pixie dust. Equally disgusted of the idea for the certain memory it returned to their heads of a certain black-hearted captain who had used such weapons against him once before, they scoffed at Min's experiment. "How atypical of your kind to want to use Tink's dust as a weapon," He winced, "You seem quite paranoid of our abilities, but I suppose I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Trust was not easy between the two still, after all. Their ideologies were far too different. "Don't expect to give you a lot more dust for thi

Peter and Tink Irritated that Min had ignored his supposedly obvious explanation of the qualities of Tink's dust -- Tink appearing more angered that Peter so -- Peter sighed. He was adamant on making the most of the dust -- for the war, although, but they were displeased nonetheless that he was trying to use Tink's precious dust for his own gain. "I told you, whatever you're gonna do is likely not gonna work," He snorted, "But hey, let's see for ourselves what you got up your sleeve." Begrudgingly, Tink shook herself upon Min's open palm for some semblance of dust to f

Peter Finally deciding to relent, Peter snapped his fingers as his pixie companion swirled around Min again -- this time acquiescing to not hang him upside down, but he would need to balance himself by his own will. "For your information," he began. "Pixie dust is not collectible. It is constantly produced by Tink here, and its effective duration lasts until it touches an animate object whereby it is prolonged until the bearer lands from its flight at all, so don't get any ideas about storing it or anything. Tink here will get you to fly whenever you want to -- as long

Peter "Pixie dust is sacred," Peter answered. Tinkerbell mocked the man again, this time wrapping her arms around her body as if she were physically assaulted by him, clearly unwilling to produce the magical dust for his purposes. "And I doubt you'll be able to do much more than using it for flying. I suppose I could trust you with some of the dust...if only for the benefit for the War. I've no interest in giving you Tink's dust for anything outside of it, and I'll be watching." "If you've no interest to give me neither faith nor trust, I'm afraid you won't be able to

Peter "You still don't get it, do you?" Peter was about to conclude the conversation before Min's lattermost statement hit a nerve, "Even if I love pranks, it's not like I prank everyone, mister." He wanted to assert that it was a matter of morale, but decided against it -- he didn't know why, but he felt rather reserved about such a topic, and some part of him refused to believe that his justified self was to -- was now serving someone with the opposite sentiment. Peter hated men, but more than men Peter hated evil -- an essence he felt this man reeked of by looks foremost, if not

Peter After listening to Min's introduction -- admittedly a little flattered -- the response he first gave was a raise of a brow. Men are more capable of lies than youth. Besides- "Fun is a subjective word." Peter said, with a sneer, "Does your fun involve slitting throats and scuttling ships, terrorizing the innocent all the while? I know plenty who can have 'fun' from something like that, and I certainly don't fun that entertaining in the slightest. Oh, and you said something about flying?" With a snap of his fingers, Peter commanded Tinkerbell to swirl around his Ma

Peter From the corollary of shimmering light that came after the incantation, a greenish blur dashed forth and soared into the air, the echoing sound of a triumphant imitation of a rooster resounding in its wake. A shimmering, glittery line of light followed suit, taking every direction the green figure took as if arm-locked into an aerial dance. It took a moment before they stopped, revealing a boy and a fairy the side of an average person's middle finger sitting on his shoulder. Their enthusiasm emptied itself as they collected their given circumstances. "Where --

Kazuki Kazuki hadn't expected himself to ever be inclined to head to the abandoned restaurant -- ever. After going through the routine, repetitive day of part-time work, he'd strolled from the convenience store to where he was at present, tin of coffee in hand, since emptied and now containing the blood of any animal of some such -- whatever he could collect in the butcher's department unnoticed after light's out. Finding an empty space on the ground amidst the dusty, dark room illuminated only by the light of his cellphone, he began to draw the circle utilizing the blood as he were to