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Kino and Enma Nee-san! These guys are too tough! Stay close, dear sister. And be grateful of whatever strength you have left. Stick with me and our brethren, and you shall be safe. I take it our other allies will also come to aid if necessary. Kino (48/64) Enma (6/23) Enma attacks Dragon Tooth Archer Battalion C with a Basic Attack, marking them with Entente of Malice. (Deals Kino's level + INT damage, 3 + 9 = 12) Kino follows up on the same Battalion C with her own Basic Attack, triggering Entente of Mali

Orin and Debronee "...I am unfamiliar with our surroundings at this rate," He muttered, "But the furthest we can get from here the better. Little time we have at this rate," He stopped as the pain in his arm festered, but at least managed to get some footing up."We can start by exiting the city, if possible. I doubt they'll chase beyond it, anyway. Perhaps we'll decide along the way, should we chance upon any respite upon any slightest hint of luck," The helpless situation the two were in led the Assassin to lament of what he otherwise thought as meaningless -- as much as he rememb

Venus (42/42) The flower he had set burst sublimely as he was satisfied by the outcome of archers it had managed to take with it, smiling in inspiration under his mask. One of the last of the archers group remained, and Venus would want to promptly dispose of it... Venus strikes the same Archer Battalion with At An Arm's Length to Archer Battalion B, attempting to eliminate the remains of it. (Basic Attack Damage + Quaternary Art and Bauble bonus damage, = 2d4 + 10 + 9 +2 =2d4 +18)

Kino and Enma Ruffled by the burn of her adversaries, her ghoulish spirits fill her garbs, providing her with ample protection and making the assaults more comfortable. Kino and Enma are satisifed by their condition thus far and continue their assault. Kino (52/64) Enma (23/23) Enma attacks Dragon Tooth Archer Battalion A with a Basic Attack, marking them with Entente of Malice. (Deals Kino's level + INT damage, 3 + 9 = 12) Kino follows up on the same Battalion A with her own Basic Attack, triggering Entente of Malice and Necromantic Pact's (weapon

Venus (29/42) As the mist began to shroud Venus, there was a feeling of unease. A feeling of...betrayal, for lack of a better word. It did not pose as much harm yet, but Venus knew he had to be careful. But he would not let this minor setback distract the greatness that was to come from his next shot, timing it accurately so that it would go off the same instant his flower would bloom... Venus' previously placed Captive Audience will detonate this turn before his next attack, dealing damage calculated based on number of enemies times base damage of the Dragon Tooth Arch

Venus Upon the realization that Venus was to partake in a fight with the same enemies again, his face riddled itself with discontentment from beneath the mask, unsatisfied with the lack of discord and idiosyncratic aspects for his current performance. And yet even using the same quality, the same brand of a canvas, there were ways in which to make each work of art unique. Venus tosses a Captive Audience at Dragon Tooth Archer B, simultaneously building up Quaternary Art's bonus damage for his subsequent attacks. [Arms/does nothing this turn, but explodes next turn, dea

Kino and Enma Enma frowned upon noticing the skeletal hordes, similar to those of which she had fought and had been subsequently defeated before, rushing towards her and her sister. There was the shame of the failure from her previous assault and the fact that she had to fight the same beings again. It was unappealing. The same Dragon Tooth things again? Boring! Be wary, as I said. Kino pressed her, The same beings of which you faltered the last time, yes? Play, if you must, but be careful. Kino (64/64) Enma (23/23) Kino unleash

Orin and Debronee Slumped, black and blue from all that over-exertion and wounds, Debronee barely found in him the will to move or speak, his voice hoarse as he panted for breath on the ground. The left half of him felt as it it was being forcibly torn off, as Debronee struggled almost soundlessly against the pain, managing only faint breaths and occasional grunts in response if it intensified. He kept the arm stationary on the side of the wall, attempting to keep it straight so as to not strain it as much. "My arm...isn't dysfunctional, if severely harmed..." He manag

Deb "I wouldn't call their plan elaborate, exactly, or at least as far as we're informed." Debronee then eyed Tesla's items on her desk. It seemed that he had caught her in the middle of something -- but why that pocket watch, of all things? Inching closer to have a more clearer look, the boy confirmed his suspicions -- in that he remembered that the pocket watch on the desk indeed belonged to that of Wallace's father. "What are you doing with this?" He asked, "Is it yours? Some inherited keepsake? I remember Mr.Everford having this at some point, but...if it is indeed

Deb Debronee remained consistently restless in his room on the dimensional train, walking around in paces to exercise and try to relieve most of his restlessness. Grabbing and nibbling on some spare refreshments, sadly, did little to calm him as well. Debronee disliked waiting or resting unless he was tired, and given what he and the rest and the group had been doing previously it came as no surprise that he was far from wanting to take a break, especially given the little speech he had also given during the previous meeting. He recalled being allowed to move around th

Orin and Debronee The cannon fire continued to bombard the area of which the Master-Servant duo had continued to run away from; Debronee had attempted to hustle towards the nearest buildings available for cover, but he was a moment too late as Orin caught himself off balance from his grasp, face dragged on the floor. Immediately startled, Debronee did his best to regain his grip on his Master and flashed forward to regain his footing, attempting to run faster than he had never before -- running for dear life in a situation so dire was the only thing they could do, as his temporary

Orin and Debronee Just as Debronee and Orin arrived at their location, Debronee peered into the distance to spot a glowing light surging towards them, growing larger...and larger...and larger...and- Debronee quickly shattered his focus from what he was looking at. He had no time to think. "Get out of the car -- Now!" Not bothering if he would as if he were implored to, Debronee hustled out of the car and lifted (the admittedly slightly heavier than average) Orin off his feet, before dashing off into the opposite direction of the fire as fast as he c

Orin and Debronee "That I know not of assuredly," Debronee answered, changing into his spiritual form, making it hard to perceive that there were two beings on the vehicle. "Though I wouldn't be surprised it's related to a particular Servant of any sort. Likeliest would be Rider, but it could be something else unorthodox. Or it could be an entity of its own. Regardless of what it may be, it's certainly a beacon for attracting attention." Eleonore and the Twins Eleonore sighed. She knew that it was a necessary compromise, but she was relieved to know that her

Orin and Debronee Seemingly satisfied with his Master's decision -- though mildly inconvenienced that his Master lacked his own vehicle -- Debronee set out to search for a suitable car, without rousing too much suspicion. Roaming the district from where he was first summoned, Debronee also tried to familiarize himself with these surroundings, even if he had the presumption that his Master didn't seem like the type to stay in one place for long, if was to resort to plunder to accomplish simple transport in this war. Regardless, after a few minutes of scavenging -- with Debronee real

Orin and Debronee Debronee followed Orin the roof of the building, surveying his surroundings keenly, before replying to Orin on his findings. Surprised to find a glimpse of what seemed to be a massive airship north from where they were, the Assassin quickly directed his Master to its direction. “I think the better idea is to go anywhere but there, unless you fancy a slugfest,” Debronee pointed towards the direction of the airship as he divulged the sentence, “Though it wouldn't hurt to check it out, maybe. Whoever's doing this knows not what subtlety is, I'd say, so i

Orin and Debronee Debronee resisted the urge to flinch at his Master's presumptions of his own inadequacy, but hit his tongue before the thoughts of contempt towards his admittedly out-of-shape master began to fester. “Sad to say, no.” Debronee replied, truthfully. While he had a grasp of directionality and could pinpoint the directions of other Masters, he did not have the intelligence to cook up a sort of mental map or any sort, nor was he fully familiar with the information of the War’s battleground the first instance he appeared here. “That I do apologize.” The tall

Orin and Debronee A man was summoned forth from what remained after the ritual, a towering, lean figure dressed in a diaphanous black from head to toe. Orin could not see his face beyond a purple eye, the single facial feature that he allowed vision from the spiked masked he adorned, defying too his long hair of an odd silver and gold coloration. From beneath his hidden arms behind his poncho there were traces of armor-esque plates on several parts of his body, and a sleek, though larger than most, blade of unknown origin hung from his waist, running down his right shin. One would

Eleonore Eleonore had spent the remainder of the early evening with her eyes attentively gazing at the sky – the view from where her current residence was granted her the privilege of a rather picturesque city view that was complemented by the lustrous scene of the descending sun, painting the evening sky with skilful shades of orange and purple. She was accustomed to spending her quiet solitude admiring such an evening view, but she knew that she had waited then – not out of idleness, not out of enjoyment. She attentively watched as the orange diminished bit by bit until the faint

Reserved Master:

I'm in obviously.

Kino Kino blankly answers that Samantha's presumption was correct. Apart from her sister, the rest of her brethren's souls had diminished into hollow, almost singular-purposed existences, hinging on an almost dull existence that despite the many souls she carries in her burden, few would manage to sense them unless she deliberately released them. Enma, come. It's time we investigated this castle together. I'm pretty sure you can hear the noise in the south. Sounds interesting -- I'll be right there! Kino acquiesces to Samantha's suggestion and

Kino Kino wasn't entirely familiar with the slang of which Samantha had given her -- "Swear to me that you can't turn into a giant green rage monster when you get peeved, please" implied that she was afraid of Kino having a bad temper of sorts, however, that much she managed to make out. It seemed that it would be of no use deceiving the woman before her, and she now had the curiosity regarding Samatha's discovery hammering within her. She decided to relent. "...Very well. I'm admittedly interested to know how you detected my sister's presence, but to illustrate bette

Venus The object that LOTUS wore on her wrist was one of unknown origin to Venus -- it didn't look particularly flashy for a piece of jewelry or accessory of any sort, and that alone was enough for the artist to find the craft contemptible in appearance, though perhaps the item had a more practical use behind it. He doubted that the Orc that she had mentioned would be able to construct a bar -- at least one of respectable aesthetic, though perhaps enough for a solid foundation -- as much as he doubted that Aurora, who he thought of as the subject of craftsman was brought onto the t

Venus Venus adjourned to the castle after his engagements in Rio. Admittedly, despite a rocky start, the end, much like any well-established play in theater, was what mattered most above all things, and he was admittedly pleased with his performance that day, despite the travail he had to endure previously. Much of his previous discontentment had thus since dissipated, and what the artist required was a moment to retire after the admittedly tiring performance he had tended to. A putrescent smell wafted around the room as the artist made his presence in the Throne Hall,

Kino and Enma Kino's attentions turned to the woman who had addressed her, and in the distance, undetected by her, Enma watched the exchange between the mysterious newcomer and her sister unfold, sidling closer, swirling from pillar to pillar to reach her sister as she interacted with the newcomer. She seemed...odd, in a way, in that her features, while human, hinted to something...more. Something stronger than the average human. Nevertheless, Kino relented to the admittedly comforting idea of having altruistic conversation given to her, as she straightened herself and replied to S