Bfroger6

I will start by posting two, one of which is the updated version of my favourite original Rider ^^ Adding one more cuz booored!

I agree that we should all align our times starting the following IC day, that's what I was expecting to happen. In any case, thanks for answering my question ^^

I won't be posting until tomorrow when I get back home where I have wi-fi and can actually do stuff from my laptop. Sorrz for the possible inconvenience >< Oh, and while I'm here... just to be clear... If something is currently underway IC, if I pass by the spot where it's happening, I'll get caught in it, right? The point is we need to pass that spot by to get to Frog's apartment, but I'm not sure how we're handling times of day right now in the beggining, cuz all of us summoned our Servants at different times. :/ Asking just to be sure ~

Although Frog did expect the girl to be somewhat overjoyed at the news, since, well, she was a kid and all that stuff, he did not in any gracious heaven expect her to throw herself on him... Still, for a brief moment, as the child's arms tightened themselves around his waist, he could sense the gratitude behind it, and maybe even feel something he didn't feel in a long time... But then he realized that she had hugged him... along with her little bloodied hands and dress... ...she hugged his black and white hoodie... "H-hey!" He exclaimed, taking a few steps backwards as to get himself away from her. Her hands left bright red blotches on Frog's hoodie. "Aaah! Be more careful with these things, okay!" He took his hoodie off after shaking the little girl away from his waist. Grabbing the piece of clothing in his hands, he examined the stains, all the while complaining. "Can this even get cleaned? Will the dry cleaning accept something bloody? Will the dry cleaners speak english!?" He sighed when the girl looked up at him and answered her in a slightly annoyed tone. "Yeah, my place. And no, I don't think I have any cake. If you want some cake, tough luck! The store isn't opened at 2 am." He pouted at the girl and turned around, leaning over the vest in his hands and trying to scratch off the blood, only making the stain bigger. "Ugh! I give up!" He said as he turned around, waving his hands around before yawning heavily. "Let's just go home, we'll solve everything there, kay? Your dress, your cake, my hoodie... Yaaawn! We'll just do it all tomorrow."

I have a bunch of Servant concepts ready. I can post them up when I get home from the vacation tomorrow. #fatenerd

Frog followed the girl's face firmly with his gaze as she stood up before he sighed again, grinned, and pushed himself into a standing position with his hand. "Damn right you're a child! Look at the mess you made out of yourself, haha!" He streched out, all the while laughing to himself, when... all of a sudden, he realized what she had said. Frog's grin shifted as his lips formed a gaping 'o'. Did she say... thousands of years? He looked down at the girl, still sniffling and pondered the thought for a while. Her physique was surely that of a very young girl, and she even acted the part, but... there definitely was something much older hiding behind the delicate child's skin. Now that he really thought about it while grazing her with his greyish eyes, he could see it. She was not a child. Frog's awed trance continued just for a few more seconds before he shook his jead lightly, deciding to keep the question to himself, rather than impose it on the girl. His trademark grin danced across his face once more as he let the girl continue her speech. "Oh, so there are six other Servants? And all of them must have Master too, don't they?" The boy let out a laugh. "Excellent! Isn't that just excellent? We have six others to compete against! And just listen to the Servant titles! Saber... Archer... Lancer... then you, Caster... Assassin, Berserker and Rider! Most wonderful! But we will be the victors, naturally, so don't worry. Whatever the game is all about, we'll beat all of them!" He paused for a while to let his brain process all of the new information. He was going to have to write this all down in his notebook! This was just too good! In his enthusiasm, however, Frog disregarded the presence of his Servant, and when she spoke up again, he confusedly shifted his head down to face her. She was definitely still shaken, but she had a smile on her face. Just like he thought, she was as polite and sweet as polite and sweet goes. Of course, it mattered not how sweet someone was. She had to be competent too. If just a little blood shook her up this much, then... Regardless, Frog crossed his hands on his chest, all high and mighty in the small room, and grinned at the girl. "Of course. We can get you to a bathroom. I'll need to wash my hand too, heheh." He raised his bloodied hands in front of himself. "I dunno how hard it is to get the blood off your skin, tho. I never had this much, haha! And don't worry about your clothes we'll get them fixed when we get back to my place. There's bound to be a place there somewhere where we could wash your dress, I'll just have to check."

"Hehe, I like you already! Sure, you're just a kid, or some kinda magical thing, I dunno, whatever, it doesn't really matter. What's important is that you have the spirit, you know? And you're actually pretty nice. Polite and all that stuff. Together, we'll beat all of them, Caster." Frog's teeth shone once again as his mouth streched into a wide grin. "You still haven't answered my question, though." He continued on as he started walking around the room in circles, looking away from the girl. "Caster as in... a mage? So like, you can do magic like I can do magic, right? Or Caster as i- Eh, what's wrong?" He stopped once he turned back around and saw the girl all trembling and whatnot. It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about. As she asked the question, Frog sighed. "You're such a kid, you know? Getting all flustered over a bit of blood. Besides, it ain't like I killed anybody! Look!" He raised his hands, looking straight up into the ceiling. "We're in a hospital. Hospitals have reserves of blood." He crouched over and picked up the emptied package of blood, waving it in front of himself for her to see before tossing it aside into the mess of brooms and towels around them. "See? Don't just go assuming things, geez!"

Eeeeh, I'll keep in mind that my lovely Caster's name is Sylva and not Silva, then ~

"Oooh, I see, I see." Frog's brow furrowed as he leaned backwards. "Then I summoned you. But that's just as awesome as if I made you, isn't it? Haha!" He grinned at the girl before turning around to pick up his knife. He grabbed the bloodied towel from earlier and used it to clean the shining knife as best as he could without any water or cleaning stuff. "These tatooes are the mark of our contract, then. And you're my Servant. Like a maid or something..? Or are you like a clay golem, just made from the blood I made the circle from? Hmm....." He frowned and looked up, shrugging. "I don't think I get how this all works..." Frog said, sheathing the knife back onto his loosely tied belt hanging off beneath the hoodie, next to six other knives. He turned back to the girl, a confused look on his face as she mentioned the grail thing. "Compete? Compete in what exactly?" Was the girl unsure of that herself? "I... I don't think I know much more than you do, eheh..." He grinned apologetically, scratching the back of his head. The only thing he knew was how to make the circle because he saw it in his dream, but, to be honest, he did feel there was something important that was about to happen. Something as threatening as it could be rewarding. "So... Should I call you Silva, or Caster? Caster sounds more like a title, though. What does it even mean?" He frowned, looking down at the girl seriously. She seemed happy go lucky enough. But there were moments where he could feel there was something darker turning behind the scenes. He sighed, eventually. "Well, in any case..." The young man extended his hand out to the girl, grinning widely. "My name is Frog, the most powerful human this world had ever seen! Haha! If you want, we'll win this grail thing you say. But I get a share of it if we do win it, ookie?"

The light enveloped the room and all that Frog could think of was how brilliant it was. And it was all his, was it not? He had created it, he! For what purpose, though? Did it matter? What mattered was that he was special! The red markings also proved it! He was better than someone somewhere, possibly a lot of someones somewhere! Like the magic he could do! And now... to see the results of the circle from the dreams! Come, revelation! Give me the world! "..." Frog hadn't noticed, but he fell on his butt during the lightshow. He frowned for a bit, rubbing his eyes under the glasses, before shaking his head and looking up, only to be met with another figure standing in the darkness. The picture was still for a moment, as the magic still weighed heavily in the air around, but mere moments later, the lights flickered back on, revealing the figures one to another. It was a girl. A really young one, at that. She stood there, where his circle was drawn. He blinked in confusion for a moment, the first thought which popped into his mind being that she was someone who interrupted him, but then he saw what the girl did. She glanced left... and right. Frog followed each of her glances, further taking in the apparition's features. She was a kid, but what would a kid be doing in a hospital at like... 2 am in the morning? Was it 2 am? Frog instinctively reached into his pocket to grab his phone, but he stopped when the girl's eyes locked themselves on him. What she said made him realize what this was all about. "Your... Master?" He asked the girl. The title of master echoed in his ears for a second. Despite never having heard anything on this matter, he somehow knew what she was. He... summoned her, didn't he? The circle was for summoning! So wait... that did make him her Master, did it not? He gulped down and stood up, grinning. "A Master, you say..." Raising to his full height of not so impressive 176 centimeters, he looked down on the girl, crossing his hands. The height difference really made him feel superior, to be honest. "Tell me something first, though. Did I... make you with that circle thing? Cause like... that would be super cool, you know! And that would make me your Master! Oh, oh, and does it have anything to do with these?" The boy raised his left hand in utter excitement. The red markings engraved on the upper side of his hand were still there. Grinning all the while, he pulled the hand back and leaned it against his hip, waiting for a response. This was just... awesome! He couldn't even contain himself!

"A sprinkle here and a sprinkle there! Hahaha!" A silent laughter echoed through the empty hospital basement. The flickering, broken light above buzzed on and off repeatedly, shining its sickly blue glow on the stuffed, white room and the sole figure standing in the middle of it, next to a transfusion bag filled with blood. The figure held a knife in one hand and a depleted bag of blood in the other. "It isn't enough, though." The figure whispered to itself softly, tossing the empty bag on the floor below. The bag blotched down, any remaining blood in it spattering on the floor. The figure sighed, spending a moment to look at the drained bag before glancing over at the incomplete circle drawn on the floor in front of itself. It still wasn't like he saw it in his dream... Hastily, Frog checked his black/white hoodie for any red spots left by the liquid. Having been convinced none had defiled his clothes, he crouched and reached out for the second bag. The boy, 18 years old, examined the bag under the flickering light, his eyes shining behind the glasses which, along with his messy brown hair, framed his face. Standing up, he grabbed his knife again and drove it into the bag. It popped open as easily as the first one and he continued drawing the circle with his bare fingers... As soon as he was done and sure the picture was the same as the one he had dreamed of countless times in the past several months, Frog rested his arms on his chest and grinned. "Perfect." He said, proud of his creation. The knife shined by his right foot. Now... the only thing left to do was say the words. Wiping his hands on a nearby towel, the boy reached out into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a small notebook. Opening it on the middle page, he saw the words that had also appeared in his dreams. He had taken his time to write them all down, because... why the heck not? Besides, it would be a disgrace if he missed a verse or something of the such. He took a deep breath, putting one hand above the circle while in the other he held the notebook so that he could read the words inside clearly. "Ahem!" "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!" As the spoken words flooded the room with magical energy, the circle on the floor began glowing a pure white color. The light rose in intensity as the neon glow of the ligtbulb above began flickering even more violently. As the final word left Frog's lips... the room disappeared, bathed in the brilliant, magical light which emanated from the circle. The last image before everything was washed away was Frog's grinning smile and the reflection of his glasses...

*giggle* I got Caster, schweet ~ Time to get to work, then.

N-nyaaah! I knew I did something wrong in my char sheet! I just knew it! >< *sits down and waits for the PM, nervously digging his nails into his clenched fists, staring blankly at the white wall in front*

Well... unfortunately, I don't have any charries that could be used as Servants. Sorry... But I'm glad you're glad to have me. Heheh. Well then, since I'm free at the moment, why don't I just write up an application right away?

Yoyo, hi! Hey, I was wondering... is there any place for me here? This is more like an announcement or whatevs, because I've been away from the forums for a while so I feel it'd be crappy of me to just plaster an application here before writing a post before that, at least. ^^ I held the previous not so succesful Fate rp here... oh look, it's down there... good grief, now you can all see how bad it was... Welp, that's that for my introduction, I suppose. Oh yeah, Imma be a Master, unless the remaining spots fill themselves before I post my application, of course. Which I won't argue against. ~ Froggie out ~

So I was pretty much away for quite a while... Has anybody been looking for me or something? I just kinda figured you all know he's gone now and whatnot so yeah... >~> I'll check for an reply for this post of mine before dissapearing until I decide it's a good time to rejoin or post some Shiro stuff or whatnot... Bye... o3o

Heh, I felt really bad for keeping you away from the actual action and interactions with other characters, Turbo, so yeah. Now you ccould be free of taking care of Shiro if you wanted >3>

"Shiro!" Anna burst into the bathroom along with her Lopunny. "Where have you been? Someone's been really worri- Huh?" She stopped when she noticed Robert and Shiro's pale complexure. As the door swung backwards and closed behind her, she stared straight as if somebody had just smacked her with a baseball bat. "Y-you okay?" "Purr!" Cybele jumped up and approached the boy, letting him lean against her back. "T-thanks.." He embraced the Pokemon. 'Now I won't have to bother him anymore...' He thought to himself as he closed his eyes. All the while, Anna was glancing around. Her eyes stopped at Robert and she smiled. "I guess I should thank you for keeping my Shiro safe. ~ But that would be enough. We will be taking care of him now, okay?" She took a Poke ball from her belt and opened it. A shiny Absol appeared with a flash of white. "Come on, Cybele, leave him on Victor's back." She commanded, seemingly ignoring Robert's presence. Perhaps she already forgot he was there...

"T-then I won't bother you anymore... I'll go back to my room... Sorry..." Shiro said, leaning against the wall. He was pale and appeared weak. Would he be able to get to the dorms by himself? Meanwhile, Anna and Cybele realized Shiro was out of his room and began searching for him. The Lopunny seemed awfully distressed.

Shiro leaned over the toilet and threw up whatever remained in his stomach until then. The dizzyness increased ad he could barely keep his balance now... Still, he wanted to ease Robert at least a bit, so he kneeled, still separated from his friend by the door, and began with a shaky voice. "I-I'm fine. You can go if you want to... I know you're interested in the battles..." He leaned against the door and pushed it open, somehow forcing himself to stand up straight. He noticed his clothes were muffled with some leftover puke. How many times did he get himself dirty in that short period of time? Definitely more than he did in all 14 years prior to his arrival at the academy... Would he ever get a chance to get his shirt dirty again after returning home...?