'Stay there' said Danube to Parthenon pointing at the end of the road and odly enough the dog obeyed for the first time.Master of servant or not he felt proud to have a companion like parthenon in the city it made thing seem friendlier he walked to the church where a supposed meeting with the priest who would oversee the war was supposed to happen to declare his partipation .Of course Danube knew that without a servant there was no reason for him to be there but he had high hopes that someone will take notice of his skills and hire him and if that doesnt happened he could always bluff saying that he is a master nobody would notice,its important to keep your servant hidden afterall no one would want to give early clues about their identity anyway. as he closed the distance between him and the church he noticed that the door was slightly open probably the last guy that went in didnt close it right people were speaking inside, the voices sounded unfamiliar.
"Welcome, I am Fedmahn Kassad. I hope to meet you in combat." "Well nice to meet you to good sir and lady. I'm Carter and this is Kassad we will be your enemies this Grail War." "Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Kassad and Mr.Carter." said Keme extending his hand. "Nice to meet you also." said his Servant. Keme took Kassad's hand and shook it politely. He then turned to his servant and gave her a look, she sighed as she soon disappeared. Keme looked at the two and had a question he hoped they might have the answer to. He spoke in his deep grim voice, "Does this war require you to kill?" he asked. Keme stayed in his head and talked to Lancer. Are you prepared to kill if you have to? he asked. Yes, though...You know my purpose. The terms we talked about. she stated. Yes I know. Keme replied.
Blank The Beserker strode into the church with a swish of his cape, not even bothering to look at the beauty surrounding him. When he spotted the others gathered, his lip curled beneath the helm and he burst out laughing. "Looks like blood will spill blood before this is over, eh young pup? At least if everything goes my way..." he boomed, looking over his shoulder as the lights went out. Blank appeared behind him, the only thing visible the pale disk that covered his face. The shadow shrugged -though his shoulders were so small that it was hardly noticeable. He was like a pole, with only his base spreading out into the floor. If one could have known his inner thoughts at that time, they would have been of fear. Blank didn't like being around others, and the Beserker was a bold man with no fear whatsoever, shoving him into the fray without any shame whatsoever as for the shadow's condition. "Bah, i will get you to speak yet. Cowardice is something that destroys a man, and never makes one!"
"Hiiiiiii!!!"... The noisy voice of a man reverbered inside the whole church, the attention of many diverted towards the origin of the voice. In the center of the church, as if this were to be some kind of magic spectacle, the figure of a man appeared both, his left arm and his wrapped arm extended... "I'M TRAVIS WALKEN!!!!!!!" Exclaimed the man, not to a single one, but to all inside the church. He then relaxed both arms, and raised his left hand, showing the command seals on it... "I'm the master of Rider... Just for all of you to know, I killed the Einzbern and took it's place.... Because I'm gonna win this game!!!" He then turned to the mediator and normalized his tone... "I guess this presentation counts as a registration, don't you think?" Again he turned to all in the church. "Because I'm nice, I present you with a gift... I'll give the oportunity to one of you, anyone, to attack me right here, right now!!!"
Serena and Archer "Well, we better get to the church," Serena said, barely acknowledging Archer's noble gesture. There was no time for chit-chat. "We don't wanna be late." Archer shook her head, metal clinking. "Haste, always before the fall. You should wait for all to arrive. Then you can make a suitable appearance and be known to your enemies. Being late has its advantages, Master." Serena shrugged her shoulders as she studied Archer, the bulky armor hiding her slim figure. Maybe she should have summoned someone that didn't talk...or give advice. She was the Master, shouldn't she make the decisions? Serena turned her back and took a step forward. "Being late will also make me look sloppy, like I don't have experience. Then they'll think I'm not good enough to survive. You wanna show weakness?" "You care about what people think too much." Archer replied, stringing an arrow on her bow. "False notions give you all the more power; to be underestimated opens the door for us to prove them wrong." "Whatever," Serena muttered as she turned out of the alley with Archer lagging behind. During the rest of their walk through the slums, Serena shook off her annoyance by singing a soft, gentle tune. Her voice rose, echoing against buildings, vibrating windows. Passing into the richer city streets, many started to yawn. One man even nodded off at the bus stop and his wife had to shake him awake. Archer took notice of this as she marched, but said nothing as it didn't effect her. Soon enough they had reached the church and obviously would be one, if not the last to arrive. Serena climbed the steps, casting a glance over her shoulder at Archer who remained standing. "Aren't you coming? You're with me, you gotta register too." Serena said, brown eyes squinting. "I will wait outside, go introduce yourself." Archer said as modes of light appeared. After a moment, she was nowhere to be seen, yet her spirit lingered. "I was planning to. Thanks," Serena grumbled. Being told what to do was never on her agenda, but she couldn't argue. It was of her own doing that she'd chosen an independent archer. Walking into the church, a shout hit her ears, ringing her eardrums. What the heck? Serena's brow furrowed as she surveyed the situation and studied the ones assembled, all eyes on a certain man. Quickly, she swapped her frown for a smile, her con nature kicking in. Maybe she'd get something out of them; learn their own weaknesses. Serena strutted over to stand next to the overexcited man. She cleared her throat, flicking her bangs out of her eyes. "Hello, I'm Serena but folks also call me Lyric. Nice to meet you," she said, her voice soft, calm, and soothing.
Keme grew a scowl on his face. He looked up towards the ceiling and saw a piece of dust float down from the roof of the cathedral like building. He tried to ignore the two noisy people who arrived inside of the church He watched as the beautiful speck of dust swayed through the air like a single snowflake. It almost shimmered from the light coming through the large windows of the Church walls. As it began to get closer to his face, the piece of dust suddenly fell in his eye and he grinded his teeth, furiously. That is it!! he yelled in his head. He really despised people who acted like they were always the center of attention, or the most important thing to ever exist. He looked at the Berserker and gave him a dead stare. His fire like eyes store into those of the large man. "You are too loud. No one here cares about your opinion or how awesome you think you are. Express your own opinion in your head or a little more quietly, please." he stated in his deep low voice. His head then turned to Travis, it was like he was that of an owl. "Shut up, please. I beg of you. No one cares who you killed. I am positive you are not the only one here who has killed anyone. No ones cares if you're rider and no one cares if you think you win or not. If you do win, I hope that you wish me out of existence, so I have no recollection of you." Keme said pointing his finger at Travis to exclaim his words. He pointed so hard that his veins could be shown in his hand. He then turned to Serena and was flushed with relief that there was someone who wasn't as loud. "Hello, Ms.Serena." he said politely as he did to Kassad and Carter.
The figure of Travis vanished, now standing right behind Keme... "Of course is important, I'm declaring who'll be the winner of this war... and also giving you all a chance to refute the declaration.." said the man to Keme After that he vanished again, now sitting in on of the benchs.. no more likely lying on one, as if it were to be a bed... "Besides I'm giving one of you a free shot... it's something valuable don't you all think?" boasted the man vanishing again, and showing once again in the center
Keme smiled at Travis. "I'll let you know this smile isn't for you." Keme said turning it back into a scowl. "It is from how funny I find your stupidity and your boasting. You just showed off your powers and your Servant." Keme continued. Now he knew one of the trademark moves of the man. "You aren't the only one with tricks, and the only time I would ever let you see mine are in the War. Also, Travis, I am not afraid of you, as I am not afraid of death. Mr.Travis, you are quite hyperactive and somewhat irritable, so if you would please stop directing conversation and towards me, I would appreciate it." Keme said in his voice. Looks like you are dealing with quite the pompous enemy, here. said Lancer in Keme's head. Yeah. he replied.
Blank Beserker frowned, but before he could retaliate he blew apart like fog in strong sunlight. The shadow stepped hesitantly into the dimly lit space near the others, but kept his distance. The mask faced Keme, and no emotion could be wrought from it. It was just there, hovering on a stalk of darkness. Idly, the shadow flicked a pale hand to the side -fingers just visible beneath the covering of a long robe, and a huge fist materialized in the air above it. The shadow spread his other hand, and another large fist appeared. Then the shadow stiffened and the mask swiveled around like an owl's head to face Serena, and it took a hasty step back, the hands following. It looked almost . . . nervous.
Keme looked towards the mask, being not surprised, since he had seen things worse before. The only thing throwing him off was that the Mask turned to Serena. He stepped backwards away from the shadow, and vice versa. He looked toward the shadow like figure and spoke. "I really have nothing against the big guy, he was just a little too loud for my liking. Now the other guy was my problem." Keme said directing his words toward the mask.
Blank The shadow glanced back at Keme, but his attention was mainly focused on Serena. He simply shrugged in response and nodded a bit in agreement. backing up more until he ended up in a corner where there were several lights, the shadow jumped when the bulbs burst and scattered fragments all over the floor. Swiping his hand almost angrily, the two fists scooped up the glass and then crushed it into one mass, and a black dragon burst out of the wall before swallowing up the glass, then went through the floor and vanished. The shadow seemed unsurprised, as he could easily create anything and everything out of shadows. But without the Beserker, he couldn't become invisible again, and he was becoming very agitated beneath the mask, even though it wasn't entirely visible from outside.
Overseer..... Carter was a bit taken back by Travis's loud introduction. But he was friendly enough to a And decided to not step in when he and Keme were squaring off. Hey if his enemies killed off each other the better for him. Carter smiled at that thought it but it was quickly traded for more of a hungry look as stared at Serena. Carter walked over to Serena and removed his hat and bowed. "Hello milady you are looking might delcio- Before Carter could get his next words the group was interrupted by a man entering in from the back of the church. The overseer known as Dexter had arrived. He was dressed in nothing but a long black trench coat and his underwear. Two Asian women clearly prostitutes were wrapped under either f his arms. Dexter's tasted his liquor flavored breathe and nearly gagged but he was grinning but based on the way the two women he had were dressed what man wouldn't be smiling. Each wore very tight black leather clothes that easily let their 'goods' be shown off. Dexter looked around for a moment his eyes wide and stunned. "Hey who are you people?" He asked
Keme watched as Dexter walked through the door. You have got to be kidding me. thought Keme and Lancer both at the same time. Is this another Master. asked Lancer. Keme didn't sense any Mana off of him. I doubt it. Keme said in response. He felt as he had already did more talking than he was used to. He walked over and sat in the church seats again, waiting for this 'mysterious' man to introduce himself.
Serena Serena stared intently at the mask, taken aback by the unique show of power. How very odd...yet, she could see why it was attracted to her. Most were, she had a way with people. Good and bad. Slowly she took a step nearer to the masked being, hoping to give off the aura that she was friendly. It had appeared nervous moments ago...maybe she could provide it some peace, maybe some confidence. But her plans were thwarted when a man walked through the door with two girls clinging to him. His appearance clearly showed he was drunk or close to it. Such men disgusted her, but she'd met many with the same qualities, worked with them even. "Hey, who are you people?" Serena let out a laugh that spread throughout the church, easing the tension. Crossing her arms, a fake grin played on her lips. "I think the real question here is, who are you?" She said and pointed a finger at the women. "Same question applies to you and you."
Blank: Coward to Guardian? The moment that Dexter had sauntered through the door with the two women the shadow had stared, clearly stunned and unpleasantly shocked. Pale hands clenching in a show of disgust, the large shadow fists mirrored the movement. But, when he glanced to one side back at Serena again he jumped and fell to the floor. Chest rising and falling in irregular jerks, he scrambled to get away but was yanked back sharply. Serena had unwittingly stepped on the end of his robe, as the shadows around him hid almost everything from sight. Looking back over his shoulder and tensing, it was pretty obvious that if he had not been wearing the odd mask he may have been blushing. "I think the real question is, who are you?" she said, her attention still on Dexter, and the shadow managed to regain enough composure to stand up and dust off his robes. Then he dissipated and re-appeared a few feet away from Dexter. Putting his hands on his hips, the shadow glared at Dexter and the two women -or with what could have been called a glare. Right behind him, a long, thin tendril close to an octopuses' rose out of the floor and swayed from side to side, ready for a use the others did not know.
"I think the real question here is, who are you?" Dexter yawned and pressed his palms up against his hides. Dexter's rage was already starting to rise at being questioned by a bunch of strangers at his chur.....oh WAIT! That's right the grail war and also it wasn't really his church in the first place. The overseer let out a groan obviously annoyed by being interrupted in whatever act was about to commit. Dexter blinked a few times at the Blank and Serena "Same question applies to you and you." The women didn't respond but Dexter did. "These ladies would be my escort and I myself am the overseer. So of course that means you are all here for the war." He said. Dexter began to grin his teeth and some sweat came from the back of his neck. He was craving a cigarette badly at this point for making a fool out of himself. Carter bowed at the two women and Dexter. But as he went down his face twisted as he turned up his nose a small and bit his lower lip with a tinge of aggressiveness. He wasn't fond of the prostitution in his mind it degraded women. He was more so angered with the church choosing a man like that to overseer the war.
Keme watched as Dexter interacted with the others. He didn't necessarily enjoy the idea of prostitution, though he had killed some people who ran whorehouses. So, this was nothing unseen to him. He kinda felt like killing Dexter, but he didn't know enough about the man to figure out if he was actually a bad person or not. People do weird things when they feel a certain way. Keme just pulled a book out of the back of on of the rows in the church. He began reading it. He wasn't a very religious person, he couldn't tell if it was Christian, Catholic, or whatever. He sighed. How could they let a man like this be the overseer? Keme didn't know whether he truly cared or not. He read the book, bored out of his mind. Should he continue conversation with one of these people further? You seem troubled. Do you need companionship? asked Lancer. Don't worry about me. I don't need you to worry. We aren't friends, we are just two people. I enjoy fighting and you want a wish. That's all. Keme said to Lancer with a stern voice in his head. She sighed and began to disappear back into his subconscious. I'm sorry. You really have no reason to be treated like this, I am just trying to remember why I enter this thing. I am already annoyed to death, hopefully this fighting will get me back into the mood. Keme said trying to comfort the obviously frustrated Lancer. She was a team mate, might as well get along.
Kassad was surprised this man was the mediator. But this might work to his advantage. "Pleased to meet you, mediator. I am Kassad. My Servant and I would like to register for this war officially."
"Uuum... drunk overseer, this is a game, and we're the participants, don't tell me you forgot about that?, come to think, you don't even seems like a church's priest or something like that..." Travis scratched the back of his head with his left hand and then continued "In other words, what I mean is that I don't trust you ARE THE OVERSEER. This seems like some dull joke or perhaps even a new development for the grail, whatever.... So I want a feat that proves you are the overseer..."
Keme looked once again at Travis. He would cause more trouble than was already set forth. Obviously, this man was an idiot, but what real reason was there to pretend to be an overseer. Keme closed the Holy Documents he had been reading and turned his head slightly towards Travis and Dexter. "Honestly, Travis. Please, lower your voice. There is no reason to shout, I am sure this man is the overseer. All the overseers were probably able to be disliked in some manner. Or possibly even seemed off in some way or another. I am sure this man is the overseer, why the choice? No idea. Maybe they ran out of options, maybe he is hidding something, maybe he is just someone who's looks dis-match their ability. Either way, honestly no need to scream. It is quite annoying." said Keme in a low tone. Lancer seemed quite, for now, she felt no need to talk to Keme, he seemed busy.
"Time to bring some magic to this world." Nicoli said confidently as he weaved his magic, surrounded buy his works of art, this incantation by far was his finest work. Witha sudden burst of magic someone appeared. Nicoli looked up with a smile, but then she said something unexpected. "Ahh, Finally my servant." "Um...that's my line." Nicoli Huffed. The woman chuckled, "If that helps you sleep at night you can belive what ever you wish." She waltz around his art studio intrigued. "Did you paint all this?" She asked. "Yep! I did all my works." "How unfortunate." Her harsh nature was beginning to irk him, a shame he had to summon a bitch, but as he gaze upon her he came to one conclusion. She was strong, very strong.
"Honestly, Travis. Please, lower your voice. There is no reason to shout, I am sure this man is the overseer. All the overseers were probably able to be disliked in some manner. Or possibly even seemed off in some way or another. I am sure this man is the overseer, why the choice? No idea. Maybe they ran out of options, maybe he is hidding something, maybe he is just someone who's looks dis-match their ability. Either way, honestly no need to scream. It is quite annoying." said Keme in a low tone. "Tch... you're quite te boring person.... I wouldn't even feel happy cutting you down.... it would be too easy too...." said Travis Then a flash, he vanished once again, and reappeared holding a knife in hand aiming at the neck of Keme. Almost simultaneously the sound of gunfire crossed the church, and a bullet impacted right on the wall behind Keme, barely missing for a few milimeters... Travis missed the shot on purpose... he just wanted to force Keme to respect him like he should... He then pulled down his knife and sighed... "I guess it's not use to play with all of you there..... I already registered no?.... Any Master who wishes to challenge me, I'll be waiting in te bridge...." He then vanished, leaving no trace behind, only the words "Bye, bye..."
Blank The shadow turned towards Travis when he heard the gunshot, but then the man was gone. Clenching his small, pale fists, the large, shadowy mimics clenched as well, and the tendril vanished into the ground once more. Anger roiled off of him, and its palpable form could be seen as a group of prowling wolves along the perimeter of the room, their glowing red eyes watching each person and waiting to pounce. The mask turned and glared at Dexter, then stalked away. Beserker was yelling for blood in the back of his mind, and his blood lust was only tripled by the man's rage. Registered or not, he was in the game, and no one would change his mind.
Keme watched as Travis once again went on one of his monologues, and he became quite annoyed by it. It wasn't becoming of Keme to be so boastful. And Travis just kept doing it. Keme put his hands on the back of his head, and scratched. "He must honestly think that he is something special. I have killed plenty of people like him, quick, strong, annoying, boastful, pompous...." he said under his voice, very lightly. "...He pisses me off. I should really go show him how easy it could be for me to rip him to pieces." Keme said just a tad bit louder. You honestly think you can take down this guy? He's fast. asked Lancer with actual curiosity in her voice. Keme's red hot eyes looked as if they were actually burning. Of, course. I would rather you not question my strength. You should know, my speed alone matches his. And my ability will just help me take him down. I think I could take him. he replied to Lancer in a stern voice. Then why not go fight him? Lancer asked. Because I am not going to waste my time, plus we have been called here. Leaving isn't the best idea if we wanna win. Keme pointed out.
"Hey, hey Rider.....Any opinion of the participants?... well assuming that you could see them of course...." The heroic spirit Rider did not show to Travis... This because Travis himself ordered to not show, unless he orders it.... Hence the words of the servant flew only to Travis and no one else... "Is not my fault you know?.... I mean... you're just tooooooo biiiiiiig.... and that is a tooooo tiiiiiiny church." ....................... "Oh... so you felt some of them.... any interesting?" ..................... "Ahahahaha, yes, yes??.... I'm excited, very excited!!!!" And then the man screamed while jumping through the streets heading to the bridge. He didn't even worry to contain his excitement... "But we're gonna bring all of them down no?......." ................................... "Hah!!! I like that, with that Einzbern Master you would had to work alone all the time.... But this time Travis is in play.... things are gonna get messy"
