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(OOC: Onyx finds the idea of just letting Vixen do her thing and doing her own thing to be very agreeable owo ) Onyx "Hmm, well, I'm not sure about the Masters." Onyx mused, "How about I find the other Masters and Servants and then tell you which ones I want you to kill and which ones I want to kill? I can tell you're extremely powerful, so I'm sure if I asked you could just go kill them all for me, but I think it would be more fun to toy with them a bit first if that's alright with you." She paused to ponder Archer's question. Why was she really doing this? She now knew that the Grail could grant her any wish, but what would she wish for? She was here now because she had been bred for it. When her family detected the strange magical shifts in Japan they had quickly began training their heiress to conquer it and that had been that. "Well," she began, "I mean, I'm here because my family trained me to be here. Even if there weren't any reward I would still fight because I literally live for this war. however, when we win I think I'll wish that nobody will ever be able to deceive to me ever again. What about you, Archer, what wish have you for the Holy grail?" Natalie "Alright then, what do you want me to call you?" Natalie asked. She wasn't entirely comfortable with becoming friends with her Master, as one or both of them were likely to die. But at the same time, since none of her sisters were currently about she supposed a friend would be nice. It wasn't like anything could overcome her Soul. She'd just have to be certain to keep her opponents focused on her since she had no way of defending her Master. "We only need to kill one or the other, however killing both seems like the best way to win. Since if we leave only the Master or only the Servant then another lone Master or Servant could make a new pact with them and bring them both back into the war. I can sense other Servants when they are nearby, but we won't know their Masters unless they reveal themselves."

Shh, no, it's not Fiora, it's Diana. I at least aspire to play her at some point in the future and PROJECT skins R kewl so it's Diana >:c

Actually you've mixed it up more than that but K

K, so, after a bit, Ima largely have to agree with Tacps. Zed, Lucian, Leona, Diana Also, for the record, all of them say TRACE LOST if you leave them too long, so I don't really feel like that really gives any clue at all as to who the last one is outside it being a surprise (which does heavily imply a new champ) Little disappointed they tossed Riven in the Arcade theme instead of PROJECT, was kinda hoping for that. Oh well

Fluuuuuuuux make up your miiiiiind. Is it Silva or Sylva? Because the inconsistency is bugging me D:

Funny, imo Doto isn't an enjoyable game at all so I'd hardly say they're handling it perfectly. League is an amazing game compared to Doto #opinionsOP And I mean, if you really hate Riot so much, why do you continue to support them by playing their game? Seems very counterintuitive As for the new skins and stuff, I find Tacps theory quite intriguing and wouldn't be surprised to see it be true. Though TBh I don't play any of the champs people have suggested so yeah... Though I was hoping the next champ would be what's his face that wrote the letters/diary/whatever during Rek'Sai's release

Onyx Onyx stood silently while her servant toyed with her lighter, it was actually useful that she did so, as it gave Onyx time to process the information flooding her brain. When the silence was finally broken Onyx couldn't help but grin. Finally, someone who spoke their mind without restraint, she could work with this. Though she did feel the need to give her own silence for a moment as revenge. She walked over to the wall and flicked off the lights, a single candle on the stove remaining to light the kitchen. The reflection of the flames danced on the tiles and highlighted the blood Onyx had formed the summoning circle from. She then spun around, her blonde hair fanning out for a moment as she did so. "Very well, Archer," she said finally, her grin widening, "I care not how you win the war, so long as you remember whom you are winning it for." She extended her hand, fingers down, revealing the crimson spider crest--her Command Seals--on its back. "Also I do hope you realize I'm not entirely useless, I've spent my whole life preparing for this after all, it'd be a shame to let you have all the fun." The shadows of Onyx and Archer danced along the walls in the candlelight, bending and twisting in all forms of convoluted manner. It was the perfect scene to highlight the beginning--and eventually end--of her life. Though it seemed impossible for one who hadn't smiled in a decade, Onyx's grin widened even further. Nayru "Well met, Master Illiana. How you wish to refer to me is up to you, I care not how I am addressed." Nayru said, "I would say Saber is more of a title whilst Natalie is more personal, so it depends on how close you wish us to become, Master." She grimaced at the question of killing. She had no real like for the act, it seemed completely unreasonable to simply slaughter other beings without care. "Again, I suppose that is up to you." She continued, "While it is not necessary to kill other Masters, I'm sure you've already discerned from observing me that Servants are extremely powerful. In many cases it would be much faster and less taxing on us to slay the Master than to take on the Servant, as distasteful as it sounds. If you do not wish to do so I hardly disagree, though it would make defeating certain servants a much greater challenge. Also would you mind if I stopped talking in my 'Goddess voice'? Like, It's nice and dramatic for the whole summoning thing but also kind of tiresome."

No problem, there's no huge rush ATM

10/10 QT

Correction. You kept basing while we were fighting :/

Ewewewewewewew/0

8/10

(OOC: This is Nayru's theme BTW: ) Nayru Nayru grabbed firmly the hand that extended to hers and stood. "Great, now that we've got that overwith, let's go stab someone." She said, a friendly smirk spreading across her previously emotionless face. She could tell that her master was going to need a lot of explanation before she grasped the situation. But first Nayru needed to look less conspicuous. She released her master's hand and took a step back. A spark started at her feet and quickly grew into an aura of sparkles that traveled up her body, replacing her clothing as it went. Her feet were given purple heels. Her legs became covered by deep blue jeans. She wore a green and lavender plaid button down shirt with long sleeves that ended in lace. Onto her face sprung narrow red glasses. Thanks to her Goddess Incarnate skill, she was able to take on the appearance she had worn when she had been torn from the heavens, she felt it would come in quite handy now for conversing with her master in public. She looked down at her master, appraising her skills. She seemed powerful enough, Nayru was certain they could win if they played their cards right. "Okay, now, I can tell you don't really have any idea what's going on, that's to be expected." She began, "Long story short I'm a servant created from a Heroic Spirit of legend summoned through the power of a magical device called the Holy Grail and maintained by your mana. You and I are going to go and fight other pairs of servants and masters. Once we've killed all six other servants we get the Grail with which we can have a wish granted. "I know it's a lot to take in so take your time preparing yourself. But there is one thing I would request of you: Please refer to me as Saber, or at the very least Natalie, using my True Name will give away my abilities to our foes, and for me that's an even greater hindrance than it is to most. However, thanks to my relatively mundane Noble Phantasms, I doubt anyone will be able to figure it out without our revealing it, which gives us a distinct advantage." Nayru realized she was already getting into strategy talk even though she had told her master to to take her time. "My apologies, I'm getting ahead of myself, why don't you tell me your name?" She said, her smirk fading back into her usual stonefaced look.

Oh, I was actually gonna say to post separately. It depends on how long you take I suppose. If there's several more posts made between now and then I recommend a new post

So, after posting I just realized that both of your Servants ended up being partnered with Sarcy and I's Masters. Which was honestly totally on accident but is kind of amusing

Nayru There was a pulsing sound not of reality. The being felt as though its mind were being stitched together after being cast to the wind for an eternity. The pulsing slowly became clearer, forming into a distinct chant. Alongside it the being's mind became clearer, she felt herself forming into a distinct person. Her mind filled with the knowledge she would need in the coming days. Knowledge of her past, knowledge of the present, and knowledge of what was to come in the future. She was Nayru, Goddess of Reason and the Mind. Though she had been torn from her place in the heavens, she still retained much of her great power. Her right hand pulsed white with the icy power of Reason and her left glowed a dull purple with the soul of her Mind. There was a bright flash as she fully materialized as a servant. Summoned by a powerful magus to fight and obtain the Holy Grail. Before Illiana stood a young woman. Despite being clearly still in her teenage years, her lavender eyes held the wisdom of one who had lived for millennia. Her cherry red hair was cut short and hung almost perfectly straight, falling evenly on either side of her stone-cold face. Her pale arms were covered in lacy markings that glowed the same lavender as her eyes. Her hands appeared softer than the softest wool and her nails were painted, the right hand white and the left purple. Her upper body was adorned in a pair of crossed sashes colored pale green. Her skirt matched this colors and split below the thighs into ribbons that swayed lightly in the breeze. Her feet were bare outside having similar marking to her arms. Nayru stood in a small community garden. The air was crisp and clean, the smell of flowers and herbs manifesting deeply within her nostrils. In front of her there was a woman, presumably the one who had summoned her. She knelt down, the ribbons of her skirt parting over her knee to reveal that the markings on her feet traveled further up her legs. She bowed her head and held her left hand behind her back, reaching out towards the woman with her right. Finally, she spoke, "If you are my master who has summoned me here to fight in this war for the almighty chalice known as the Holy Grail then place your palm against mine and seal with me our pact. I pledge my Blades will guard your back and pierce your enemies so that together we may obtain the Holy Grail."

The sun sets on the distant horizon as a mysterious energy gathers in the city of Seigishi. Most of the inhabitants are blissfully unaware, but there are some in the city who can not only detect the swirling maelstrom of energy, they are deeply concerned about its origin. Any mage in the city, and anyone with any inclination toward magecraft at all can feel a strange, unfamiliar sort of mana suffusing the entire area. A few attempt to tap into the field, trying to discern the origin. They are slammed backwards out of it, only receiving two impressions; the first of an overwhelming desire, somehow unfocused but impossibly strong. The second is a distinct thought, as a consciousness simultaneously alien and almost domestic brushes against theirs: You are not worthy. The energy rises to a crescendo and then seemingly vanishes with no lasting impression. However, to a select seven, a sense of urgency is impressed. Now is the time, they think. Time for war. Siegfried A young magus hurried through the streets, a journal in one hand and the other used to push past anyone he encountered. He stuck out quite harshly from the crowd; his height, complexion, and eyes all mark him as a foreigner. He suddenly took a left into a building that seemed run-down; it was the home of a few people without the money or time to obtain a more suitable dwelling, including the European who was rushing into the basement. He passed through a doorway marked with a few strange symbols and almost threw the journal down on a table, all the while muttering about “leaky fields” and “shoddy foundations.” He lit a few candles, lighting the room enough to reveal a strange circle sketched onto the floor. Digging in a bag underneath the table, Siegfried drew out a few vials of mercury. He began to carefully pour the quicksilver into the lines previously marked, all the while channeling energy into the substance. After he finished the task, the magus looked over the circle for a moment. He picked up the journal and urgently flipped through it, looking back and forth between the pages and what he has just drawn on the ground. Finally satisfied, he flipped to the last page and began reading the chant written there, one hand outstretched toward the center of the circle. “Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate. Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth. An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell. From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!” A bright light flashed, and a figure appears before the first Master of the first Holy Grail War. Onyx “Anya, what’s wrong?” The voice of Onyx’s nursemaid cut through the blackness She didn’t understand the question, everything was fine, though it was a bit dark. “I’m fine, but could you turn on the light?” She replied. “Um, what do you mean? The light is on.” “But it’s pitch black” A puzzled look crossed Anya’s face, her eyes were open, but she couldn’t see. Then, quite suddenly, she felt like she could see everything at once, as though the entire world were flowing into her mind. “Anya, calm down, what’s happening?!” Her nursemaid called out. Onyx’s eyes snapped into focus, determination burning in her deep brown eyes. Her whole life she had been trained for this one day, though she hadn’t known until just then exactly when or what she was trained for. Now that she knew what to do she had no intention of waiting any longer. She stood from the chair she had been sitting in and shoved her nursemaid aside, rushing down to the kitchen. “Anya, what are you- Urk!” Onyx withdrew the knife from her nursemaid’s side and began forming an intricate circle on the tile in the shocked woman’s blood. “Don’t worry, you’ll live.” She muttered distractedly. Once she finished the circle she ushered her still stunned nursemaid out of the room. She then stood before the circle and held out her hand. Beginning the chant that her vision had taught her. “Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation. Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the four cardinal gates close. Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.” As she uttered the incantation crimson lines began to carve their way across the back of her hand. “Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.” The circle of blood began to glow brightly, turning the entire room a dull red. “An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.” A smile creased Onyx’s face as the crimson lines formed into a shape resembling a spider. “From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!” The circle flashed bright white and suddenly a figure stood before Onyx. Her smile widened as she knew her time had finally come.