Fate Grand Order: Chaldeas Defense Force

[MixedUpGuy]

Chaldeas 2
Location: Deep Jungles of Brazil
Year: 2015
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A stirring from underneath a luscious set of pristine silk sheets ruffled through a dimly lit room. The sole sound accompanying it being the slow blowing air from the ventilation system near the head of the bed joined it in a calming and almost impossible to escape from feeling of pure relaxation and peace. Not even the soon to be alarming and destructive force would be enough to try and pull the mage resting his eyes away from such complete bliss.

But that wasn't going to stop it from coming...

The lights shot up full and a large bright holographic screen appeared near Sirus Yitub's bedside with the face of one of the many helping hands at Chaldeas 2 appearing on it. Sirus tried to immediately turn his head away from the light and bury himself away but even with a pillow over his head the noise coming from the screen was too loud to simply block out.

"Mister Yitub, it is almost the middle of the afternoon and you are late to the scheduled event for the Master Candidates today. shall we begin the process without you or should we wait just a little while longer?" The voice said with little to no emotion. It had not been the first time this conversation had happened prior to an important event in the facility. Sirus threw his hand in the air and waved the screen off, as if trying to swat away an annoying little fly ruining his good time.

"Yes please, it isn't like I'm fully needed there right? Just go about...whatever it is...." A yawn quickly escaped the mage's throat as a the previously stoic voice gave out a quick yelp as a much louder, booming one took its place.

"OH NO YOU DON'T! THE CANDIDATES ARE NOT ABOUT TO PERFORM THEIR FIRST SUMMONING RITUAL WITH YOU LYING IN BED LIKE SOME SLOTH! I TOLD YOU TO GET AN EARLY NIGHT'S SLEEP BUT YOU JUST HAD TO CONTINUE WORKING ON THE LAST PARTS OF THE RAYSHIFT CIRCLE AND NOW YOU BARELY HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO EVEN ROLL YOURSELF FROM YOUR COT!"

The authoritative voice made Sirus leap from his sleep and hide behind the opposite side of the bed away from the screen in his room, as if it would stop the terrifying barrage of words coming straight towards him. The great Saint Martha was not one to be left waiting, and she was definitely not gonna let someone skimp out on their responsibilities when it was required of them to be around. Once the yelling quit Sirus sighed in defeat and stood up in his sleep wear and shook his head.

"Fine, fine. I hear you Martha. Just give me about five minutes and I'll be in the Summoning Chamber before you know it. Just don't yell at me anymore will you?" Sirus said as he pushed a few buttons on his bedside table and made the hologram disappear. Letting out another yawn he turned towards his closet and began preparing for, what was admittedly, a day he couldn't afford to leave to chance. The day his candidates became full fledged Masters.

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When the screen cleared out Martha let out a sigh of frustration as she began walking down a small set of steps back to where she had been standing for the past hour with the rest of the Master Candidates. She had been there, with all of the staff stationed for this important event, for the longest time trying to think of every possible excuse for her Master's absence. 'Perhaps he is just checking on the mana currents to ensure the summoning goes well,' she had said knowing that he had already done so two days prior. 'Maybe he is just getting a late breakfast, like every good Master needs to do,' she told them while using the opportunity to lecture the young mages about properly keeping their strength up not just for the summoning but all their magical abilities.

Eventually she and the rest of them had grown tired of waiting and that was when she had stormed up to the observation room to demand a call into his room. Finding him there of all places, still ignoring the morning was something that Martha could not stand. Her fit of rage only came because of how much he had been looking forward to this day and his chance to turn his candidates into masters before Aminusphere did. Yet he couldn't ever seem to leave things to the other competent staffers and worked until past midnight the previous day ensuring that everything was ahead of schedule and ready for the first sign of trouble.

Finally entering the automatic doors of the Summoning Chamber, Martha made her presence known as her black heels slammed against the cold floor beneath her all the while fixing her dark suit's sleeves as they had been riding up her arm due to her rather aggressive strut down the stairs earlier.

Quickly regaining her composure she let out a sigh and looked at all the candidates in front of her. "Master Yitub will now be arriving shortly. In the meantime I want to remind you all to ensure that whatever Summoning Catalysts you either brought with you or were given when you arrived will need to be in your possession for this summoning to be effective," Martha began to explain as she pointed to the many different items the candidates had in their hand. "Each of those is connected to a great Heroic Spirit based on our research and they are needed for these summons to be accomplished. Those of you who have none simply remember the basics you have been taught during your time with Master Yitub. This will be an important first step for us all at Chaldea 2 and you are expected to accomplish this tremendous feat with pride..."

Martha continued her speech, the second time she had gone through it much to the annoyance of some not just in the chamber itself but listening in on the observation deck. Looking up Midoa Shurito couldn't help but laugh to himself quietly as he looked at the other candidates in the room. He was one of the few who did not have a catalyst in the room and he felt somewhat uneasy about that as they prepared for the greatest step in their journey so far. He was worried that his servant, whomever it could be, would be slightly less impressive that the others and that he would drag the group down. Compared to the other mages, he had few magical circuits than almost if not everyone there and it made his self confidence dwindle greatly. Now with this set of circumstance, he was even more worried.

But as Martha finished her speech again, movement from above caught his eye again. Martha turned as well to see Sirus now stationed in the chamber above. While he was in one of his classic black suits, his hair was noticeably unkempt. Likely a sacrifice he made in order to show up faster as to avoid another tongue lashing from the Ruler in room with Midoa.

Sirus looked around the room beneath him and then gave a hand signal to the others in the observation room. Hands quickly scurried around consoles and screens as sounds started echoing through the large chamber and the shaking of mechanisms and magic began to shake around them. Looking down again, Sirus seemed to pass down a message only Martha could hear as she nodded in return. Spinning on her heel to look at the young masters, she smiled and held out her hand towards the circle that was not beginning to brighten before them all.

"Young Candidates," She said to them with a smile and pride in her voice. "It is time to become Masters of Chaldeas 2!"

Midoa nodded back in silence as he quickly took his mana stones from a pouch he had brought with him into the chamber as he took his spot in the room. The circle was large enough for all seven candidates to take a part in it, making the magical energy in the room now which started off very small almost overwhelming with power. Turning away his mind from that distraction, Midoa turned his focus to the stones in his hand began his chant to himself. As he did, he felt the stones in his hand liquefy and begin dripping onto the circle beneath him. Lights began appearing at all the corners of the room and it was now only a matter of time before they all could see their new and powerful servants for the first time.

 

[Archpigeon]

The day had finally come, the day that officially begins his assignment, the day that he and the other people around him became quote unquote Masters of Chaldeas 2... Chaldeas 2? Really? The thought of the name still made Jason scoff at the thought and wonder who's the one who came up with a name like that. What an imbecile, then again, he's surrounded by people who might be just as stupid.

As he thinks about all of this, letting it all sink in, he looks around the room at the other candidates, taking note of each one of their actions and habits in case he needs that information later. He wondered which was gonna die first, which one he'd be the reason for, whether by order or just them annoying him too much.

He leaned back on the bench in the corner he was sitting on as he continued to sharpen his knives. The Saint bitch Martha or whatever her name is told him to stop doing it pretty frequently since his arrival, but he didn't really care. It's not like she's in charge of him or something.

He sheathed his knives and looked over at his catalyst, a chunk of metal that most of these wimps haven't been able to pick up because it's so hot. That's probably why they gave it to him, because he was one of the few people who could hold it without wincing and moaning and complaining. What a bunch of amateurs. The person who gave him his catalyst must have thought himself a comedian. They handed it to him and commented that it might balance out the cold stare that doesn't leave his face. He wasn't nearly as amused by his comment and frankly, would have ended up in the infirmary for annoying him, but he had to contain himself. He's still on probation from putting three other people in the infirmary. They keep asking him why he keeps hurting people, and his answer is always the same: because they annoyed him.

There was a fourth person he put in the infirmary, but they let him off with a warning on that one because of how it happened. He was bored and wanted to spar with someone. One of the workers thought they could hold their own since they were all big and strong. The idiot lasted maybe a minute before he was crying on the ground. Boo-hoo, your arm's broken in three places, man up.

He heard the booming voice of the Saint servant bitch and he looked up, only half paying attention. After a few minutes, one of the other masters who's running the show appeared and said it was time. Jason got up slowly and removed his hood, keeping his sunglasses on. As he went to his assigned position, he felt a sense of uneasiness from the people around him. He tended to have that effect on people but he didn't mind. If people were afraid of him, that means they are more likely to stay out of his way.

 

[ERode]

Azure light spilled upon the vicinity, threads of mana and od weaving together to form the threadwork that would call forth a servant. For a moment, Midoa could see it, the warrior that was called to him by nothing but his blood, the ancestral archer that that ravaged Asia and Europe a millennia ago. Noble and terrible, the tyrant feared from the land where the sun rose, to the land where the sun set. There was a shiver in the air, the cry of an eagle, the feathers of predator birds, and the dusty wind of the plateaus.

There were all those things, as a dark-skinned man, two heads taller than Midoa, manifested before him, clad in the furs of beasts and men. Stared at the Master with hawk-like eyes. Rolled his broad shoulders. Opened his mouth.

And black mud flooded out, a viscous darkness streaming from the nameless warrior's orifices. Black tears from the eyes, black snot from the nose, black vomit from the mouth, black blood from the ears, black piss from the urethra, black goop from the anus. Flooding and flooding and flooding, until his entire form was consumed by shadow and sin, subterfuge and slander, the eyes of a billion souls opening up over his form.

Smoke seeped from those ungodly pupils as black-smothered flesh became liquefactive, scarred muscle dissolving into smoother skin, the once great conqueror-king could only scream silently as another entity hijacked his form, twisting and churning and breaking and molding until…

A smile full of white teeth emerged from the eye-filled mud. A smile that was genuine, that was beautiful, that was charismatic. A smile full of too many teeth.

And, like a snake shedding its skin, the black mud peeled off, revealing alabaster skin, ash-blue hair, and amethyst irises set in black sclera. A younger man, a thinner man, a more beautiful man, despite the depravity that glinted in crimson within his sharp eyes.

A man with too many teeth, a man that reeked of a madness that went deeper than war and religion.

He held his smile for a bit longer, before stretching out his newly formed arms, his black robes a mixture of the vestements found in every major religion.

"Well, shit, that went better than expected. Sup dudes, you're the bunch that're trying to stop the end of the world, yeah? Awesome, awesome. Names, y'all?"

There wasn't a single hint of malice in his tone, and yet, it was repulsive all the same.

"You know, so I know what to write on your tombstones later."

 

[Shiki]

Angela rubbed her arm absentmindedly, the newly added Magic Crest tingling in the presence of the frankly absurd amount of Prana in the room. Tingling compared to the rest of her skin, which was practically itching - in hindsight, having her Prana sensing mapped to touch may have been unwise. She shrugged off the thought. Sure, this room was uncomfortable, but there were upsides - there always were. For instance, there was a woman in a business suit who she immediately recognized from the documentation Vatican gave her - that was Saint Martha. An actual, physical saint - in the flesh! Well, in the Prana-based projection, but that was semantics. Maybe she'd be able to talk with the Saint about what it was like to walk with the Savior Himself!
Anyway. She reached down to her belt, where she'd been storing several Keys of Providence - blades already materialized. His Excellency had recommended that as a jury-rigged method of storing Prana, as she'd never learned her father's Jewelcraft. She did have some notes from her great-aunts, however, who apparently fought in a "Holy" Grail War in Japan back in the Fifties - among them was the note that a catalyst was crucial. Otherwise, you were at the whims of Gaia and the Throne of Heroes, and Angela had no patience for the heresies of a sentient planet.

She wasn't sure how the Assembly of the Eighth Sacrament got its hands on the bowl of some Chinese warlord - what with the government there being unfriendly with Rome, to put it mildly - but she was not one to criticize God's blessings. She walked over to the already-drawn Summoning Circles, gently placing the ancient dish in the center. Then, making sure not to step on any of the chalk, she withdrew from the circle.

All of the sudden, she froze. Her shoes were...prone to sliding. And if the circle was distrupted...well, her father didn't say "A Magus walks with death" for nothing. She closed her eyes, and stilled herself for a moment. Lord, please sustain me. It was unfortunate she'd need to materialize another Key right now, but such were things. Without opening her eyes, she withdrew a hilt from her belt, and raised it in the air. She felt a tad uncomfortable doing this ritual with no Dead Apostles around, but she was here to do a job, not to feel good.

"In the beginning, the Earth was a formless wasteland. Then the Lord said, 'Let there be Light!' Penumbral Rite!" A hilt, darker even than her standard Black Keys of Providence, materialized from pure Prana on the end of the hit. With practiced grace, she flipped the key and rammed it into her shadow.

Problem solved. And thankfully - she thought of the behavior of far too many Magi she'd met - the bond was perfect, as it was self-inflicted. Only she'd be able to lift it.

Refocusing on the summoning circle, she grinned. This would be interesting. In sequence, she touched the normal blades she'd already materialized and pulled her Prana back, slowly feeding it into the circle. She chanted slowly, imploring God to send her Servant from beyond all time and space to fight by her side. Then, to the Servant himself:

"From the Seventh Heaven clad in Three Rings of Power, I summon thee! My faith creates thy blade, thy blade creates my destiny! I promise to be all the good of the world; I promise to vanquish all evil of the world. If you will obey this cause, this reason, then answer! O Keeper of the Balance!"

And the light - bright as day. She couldn't see a thing as the Servant materialized before her.

@Cush Almighty

 

[Archpigeon]

As he got into position, Jason looked around the room at the other masters to see a couple already in the process of summoning. His eyes stopped, unknowing to everyone else, on one particular master, the one who introduced herself as Angela Du Motier. She is going to be a problem, one can tell that by just looking at the keys. Those keys are the sign of an inquisitor of the Holy Church, also known as Executors. The only reason someone like her is still alive is because they put it specifically in the contract that he couldn't kill any other masters.

He turned back to his summoning circle and begun the ceremony. As warned ahead of time, his summoning ceremony would be different than the others, as he was assigned to be the master of a Berserker class servant. He chanted the ritual as instructed and included the berserker stanza. Upon finishing, there was a loud booming noise that erupted from his circle as it became engulfed in intense fire that proceeded to surround him and his circle. He crossed his arms, unphased as workers around him reared back from the intense heat, to which Jason was affected by.

 

[Ailucia]

Xiao was about ready to drop dead to sleep. She'd been here for how long now? And when they finally meet up for the big event, this lady has been standing here making excuses for her master taking so darn long. She truly must be a saint if she can deal with a guy like that, I'd have clobbered him already and forced him over here by now. Sadly, the (hopefully) soon to be master had to wait and wait until finally even a saint couldn't wait any longer, causing Xiao to erupt in loud laughter as she could only imagine what was going to befall the poor guy.

Aside from that, she looked around to the other masters who were going to be her allies for the time being. She hadn't really been here long enough to converse with people, being too busy making sure her English was up to an appropriate level to not make a fool of herself. While she figured servants would be able to manage language barriers somehow, Xiao was pretty sure she would be limited in usefulness not knowing the language.

First, there was that blue wearing glasses guy. She only knew about him because of all the commotion she heard off offhandedly about him sending people to the infirmary. Frankly, Xiao wasn't sure if it would be worth befriending someone who was liable to get kicked out of the team for their short temper ending in the group losing a master. On the other hand, maybe casually talking to him would lessen the chance that his inevitable breaking point won't be towards her.

There was also the brown haired girl... Xiao was pretty sure it was something with an A... Angelica? No, Angela! Truthfully Xiao didn't hear much about her, but that probably just meant that was a good thing. Considering most of everyone around here had magical talent enough to summon a servant, the only real outliers would probably be personality-wise.

Xiao stopped her gawking however once she noticed the saint come back in, and was quick to mentally pipe down back to an obedient level when they were ready to begin though and listened intently. She looked at the scabbard in her hand, belonging to some Japanese sword no doubt. She eyed it with a bit of disdain as she wondered what 'oh mighty spirit' would be contained in something like this. Knowing them, it's probably what they used to killed themselves. I wonder if it that means it going to be a sword using servant? What was called again, saber? It was given to her when she had arrived, and was going to summon whatever thing that felt like answering her call. Given her usual art in using a spear for combat, she could only hope the servant she would get could also teach her some hidden technique or something for when she was done with this.

As against the idea of being under what sounded like a slob of a man was to Xiao, the idea of becoming a 'Master of Chaldeas 2' was really fun sounding. There was a glint to her eyes to finally be able to move again as she made her way to the summoning circle. Xiao flipped back any stray hairs on her face with a flick of her head, stuck out her scabbard like a baton or mic pointed diagonally upwards, and began her chant:

"By Mars, I bring forth my Fire, my happiness and frustration
By Saturn, I give thou my Earth, my sympathy and pensiveness
By Venus, Take part in my Metal, my grief and my insecurity
By Mercury, Drink up my Water, my creativity and lust
And by Jupiter, Consume the seeds of my Wood, my anger and excitement
Take my essence of life and lay before me bare
I call upon thee, O' servant mine!"​

 

[Takashi]

Lævateinn materialized in the epicenter of the inferno, only his silhouette visible through the flames. When he opened his eyes he saw the man he assumed to be his master, who didn't even seem fazed by the blaze surrounding him. Good. Lævateinn wouldn't have accepted anyone who was afraid of them anyway. He smirked and waved a hand through the air, causing the flames to dissipate over a few seconds time. He then swung his sword over his right shoulder, resting it there. The length of its blade was covered in primordial fire runes and the air around it appeared distorted from the heat emanating from the blade.

Lævateinn grinned at the man in front of him and spoke. "You must be.. my master?"

 

[Archpigeon]

The young mercenary turned master looked over the servant before him. He was tall with long red hair. He didn't look super muscled but instead had a lean build. More than likely a facade for that power behind his attacks, he could respect that, being of the same nature.

With arms still crossed, he nodded. "I am your master, if you so chose to fight along side me. My name is Jason Shimada. What heroic spirit are you? Judging by the runes of your blade, I'm guessing some form of Nordic background?" He thought of something. "You're not one of those berserkers that just grunt or whatever, are you?"

 

[Takashi]

The grin left his face as Lævateinn nodded to the man, acknowledging his new master. "Jason.. Shimada. I am Lævateinn, sword of..." He growled to himself. He refused to introduce himself as the sword of either Freyr or Surtr, those who had done nothing but betray him, ultimately turning him into a berserker. "Sword that ended the world."

It took a couple moments to fully process Jason's other questions before Lævateinn answered. "I cannot speak good.. but will not grunt as speech. I will try to have, decent communication." He hoped he got his point across, thinking of his former wielders had messed him up a bit.

 

[MixedUpGuy]

The summoning before him made Midoa feel as if his powers were finally bearing fruit after such a tedious start to his time in this facility. He could feel the Prana around him begin to finally manifest before him and the light shined so brightly on the figure. He could almost swear that the great Arash himself was preparing himself for another trek upon the world based on his initial first sight....but then suddenly the light changed in its hue for some reason.

Suddenly an ooze began pouring out of the silhouette before him and in his mind the young archer could almost hear a terrifying screech and pleas for help as he lost track of his chant and continued to watch as some kind of change began to partake in the summoning before him. Eventually the light shone even darker and it almost became as black as the liquid now pooling it seemed on the ground before his eyes. This was not how it was supposed to be. Something was going wrong. That had to be it. Yet he did not know how to stop such a terrifying travesty from occurring.

The Saint in the room looked on as some servants were beginning to manifest while others were still having the Prana focused into their catalysts, but the dark light from a particular corner caught her eye. Something was appearing. Something that was almost forcing itself to show their face that they had never felt before. Even Martha grew uneasy looking at the light that shielded the scene behind it, unawares of the horrors taking place right before Midoa's eyes.

Above in the observation room, the assistants monitoring the circles were in a frenzy trying to understand the sudden and unusual surge of Prana to one particular circle that was giving birth to some unforeseen anomaly. Sirus himself was staring intently at the circle from his vantage point and couldn't quite understand the sight before him. Turning to the mages in the room with him he began trying to gain some control all the while juggling his own concerns.

"Someone, give me an idea of what we are looking at here! This is not how a summoning is supposed to go! What is going on down there?" The head mage asked as screens were being shuffled back and forth on almost every monitor in the room while others maintained their focus on the other circles and their successful or soon to be successful summons.

"We can't explain it sir! There was a normal reading a second ago and now suddenly, all we can deduce from the readings is that...that something is forcing itself in. As if a Heroic Spirit is trying to upend the previous one and take their place in the ritual. There's nothing we can do to stop it!" One of the assistants said as Sirus made his way back to the window and noticed that the light finally began to dim and behind it was a man clad in a black robes with skin as bright as marble stone stood in front of the Arsacid youth whom now had fallen back perhaps in a state of fear now that the ritual had finished. Quickly, Sirus reached out to Martha through their link to instruct her.

"Keep an eye on that servant. Something tells me that he was somewhat uninvited and decided he would join us for some reason. I don't know if this is due to an irregularity or some kind of sabotage but if he makes any kind of attempt at the candidates or you, take him out if you get the chance."

Martha nodded in silence as she quickly summoned her staff next to her and waited for any reason for her to react and defend the young Masters in the room. Meanwhile Midoa finally gained enough sense in his mind and looked up at the spirit before him, and granted him his request.

"I am named Midoa Shurito of the Arsacids. I am...your master I believe." He said with a voice as shaken as his spirit. He tried to adjust so that he leaned on his hip rather than his back and reached out with a tentative hand. "Who are you, Heroic Spirit? If I may ask." The young archer was unsure if his politeness was out of fear or simply his mind going to some kind of auto pilot that even he was unsure he could get out of at this point.

 

[Archpigeon]

Jason nodded. He knew the myth behind the name. He was the sword of Ragnarok. "I apologize if bringing up your background brought back bitter memories. I don't mind if you don't have fluent speech patterns, I just wanted to make sure I could at least communicate with you and understand you." He stuck his hand out towards his new servant. "So, do you accept me as your master?"

 

[Cush Almighty]

Diana Jay walked through the automatic doors into the Summoning Chamber joining the rest. In her left was a dirty and worn boot with a spur. It had belonged to a rather important world leader who had just recently become a summonable Hero. She waited for the ceremony to began, smiling when Martha entered the chamber and slammed her black heel into the ground announcing her presence to those who weren't paying full attention. As one after another made their summoning, Diana finally stepped forward. She placed her worn spur boot at the center of the summoning circle and began to chant.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.​

Let stone and the Archduke of contracts be the foundation ​

Let brown be the color I pay tribute to / Let my great Master Jay be the ancestor

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."​

"I hereby declare. ​

Your body shall serve under me. ​

My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!"​

"An oath shall be sworn here! ​

I shall attain all the virtues of all of Heaven. ​

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell! "​

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,​

Come forth from the ring of restraints,​

Protector of the Holy Balance! "​

"So you're my servant? Okay, I wasn't expecting you, but you'll do." She told the Archer that appeared before her. "Tell me, what is your name? Mine is Diana Jay, proud daughter of Great Britain." Diana couldn't help but wondered how he would respond to her. She knew who he was at first glance. She was a blonde like her dear Mother but had brown skin closer to that of her Father's. In the long run, it wouldn't matter, she would prove herself a worthy master in due time.

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From the bright light stepped out a Chinese man with ashen hair and red eyes. His hair kept in a long ponytail going down his back and typical garb of someone of his era. His clothes were nice, but not fancy, or fit for royalty. At his hip was a bronze sword sheathed in an emerald scabbard. He had a smirk on his face, one that was unnerving and proud.

He walked up to Angela and got down on one knee. He looked the woman directly into her eyes as he did so, still smirking with pride. "I am the Great Goujain, once king of the providence of Yue. I assume you are my master, Is my assumption correct?" Goujian's smirk faded and he stood to his feet. "But if you are my Master, we must establish a few things. I demand you're very best, and I would like to not be kept on a chain and told what to do like so beast. I can be a great asset to you or your biggest hindrance." Goujian was now testing his master, who would lead between the two of them? If her will was weak or she was too controlling, he would not accept her as his master.


@Archpigeon
@Shiki

 

[Archpigeon]

Upon his summoning, a great light filled the room, followed closely by the sounds of horses and commotion, but above all, what could be heard was a booming laughter that echoed throughout the summoning chamber.

A large figure in a dark cloak landed from the void into the middle of the summoning circle. He looked up slowly before rising to stand over the young woman before him. He adjusted the thin framed glasses that sat upon his nose and grinned widely underneath his burly brown mustache. He slowly removed his hat from his head and knelt down before his new master, placing his hat over his heart. He extended his arm so she could put her hand in his, as is a customary greeting for a gentlemen such as himself.

"Hello, my dear. By your statements, I assume you are to be my master, though I shall try not to be insulted by the initial part of your greeting. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Diana Jay. I have gone by many nicknames, but most people know me as Teddy, as I wish you to do as well. To fully answer your question however, my name is Theodore Roosevelt." He placed a courteous kiss on the back of her hand before standing up. "Now that introductions have been had, the pact is complete, Master."

@Cush Almighty

 

[Takashi]

Lævateinn nodded, his blade vanishing in a cloud of glowing cinders as he reached out and shook his new master's hand. Lævateinn's own hand was unnaturally warm, though not burning hot like the relic used for his summoning.

Afterward he looked around the room. There were newly materialized servants everywhere, but one in particular seemed off. Lævateinn had only materialized at the tail end of that one's summoning, but he could've sworn there was an entirely different spirit origin there a minute ago. And even though a berserker's mind couldn't really be trusted, Lævateinn felt the need to mention it for his master's safety. He turned and pointed to Assassin. "That one.. is strange. Different, than before. I think."

 

[ERode]

As Midoa reached out with one hand, as if expecting a handshake, the anomaly of a Heroic Spirit grabbed that hand and pulled it upwards instead, pressing the palm against his nose before taking a deep sniff. Three seconds long, enough to sort through the blood that flowed in the veins of his new anchor. With that, he tossed the hand aside like a used tissue, only half-recalling the introduction of the youth before him. Midoa with something vaguely Japanese?

Good enough.

Inverted eyes flickered away from his Master towards those that surrounded him. The Saint with the staff, the sword turned human, a king of the east, and the president of a nation. How drole. How basic. How outdated. Saving the future with the past doesn't set a great precedent for the present, after all, and with only three Command Spells per Servant? Mm, it was the greatest decision of his life then, to plunder that unshaven horse-fucker.

He nodded to himself, before blowing a kiss towards the lovely, miserable Saint, and walking straight up towards the hot-blooded redhead. Berserker, just by the stench of sulfur and regret alone, serving under the heel of a master that was equally vicious.

"Hey boi~" Assassin chimed, smiling his many-toothed smile, "Heard ya talking shit 'bout me, and I'm just here to set things straight, aight? On a scale from one to ten, I'm one hundred percent on your side, and if you join me now, I'll even waive the membership fee and toss in a badge for free, as fan club member numba one!"

With that, the pale demon formed a heart with his hands, before a tacky, star-shaped badge popped into that lovely space.

"For real though, budderoo, I'm positively the genuine article, so hey, how bout you tell me in more detail why I'm strange? Hm?"

But already, pandemonium was rising, seeping into the air, the machines, the surroundings, twisting and churning the flow of mana and data.

Oh. Wait.

Yeah, he should get that out of the way.

"Oh, yo, Midas!" the strange being turned, waving energetically at Midoa, "I'm Assassin! You can call me Adam Weishaupt, the Great Illuminator of the Order of the Illuminati though, as long as you use the whole title! Happy, smile, lucky, yay, dude!"

@MixedUpGuy @Takashi @Archpigeon

 

[Shiki]

@Cush Almighty

Angela grinned. A flawless summoning - and it wasn't even as exhausting as she thought! She probably could still materialize another Black Key or two - though only one more Penumbral Rite key. Speaking of which, she reached behind her back and her fingers wrapped around the familiar hilt of the key, and she yanked it out of the ground with little care for damaging the floor. She spun it around to her front, then hoisted it over her shoulder like an Executor Père Noël. She stood up slowly, not wanting to fall over. By the Most High, these Keys were heavy - she'd never really gotten used to them.

She glanced at her other hand - specifically, the back - and noted that the command seals had indeed been etched in red. She wasn't sure how she thought about that. "Yep!" She smiled at the Servant. "I'm your Master. The not quite so great Angela du Moiter, Executor of the Church. It's a pleasure to meet you!" She thought for a moment. "I expect you to help me restore Human Order, and to be a good, generally kind, non-homicidal person. And-" How did she want to put this? "-God let you return to the world, so you aren't an asset in any sense. If anything, you're a tool of His will." She motioned up at the ceiling with her free hand. "Thus, I expect you to cooperate because we both have the same objective, not because I have the ability to force you." She pushed some of her hair back behind her shoulders, before giggling softly. "Oh, and cheer up!"

 

[Archpigeon]

Jason finished shaking his new servants' hand. It was warm, but not necessarily hot, surprisingly enough. He almost expected a steaming noise when they shook hands. Whatever. He turned to where Lævateinn was pointing. "Agreed. Something off definitely happened." He was about to continue when the servant turned towards them and called out his servant and came right up to them, yelling in his face. Instinctively, Jason's hand went to the handle of his gun, ready to spring into action if necessary. He knew it wouldn't do a lot to a servant, but it would do some damage. He didn't want to have to, but he wouldn't hesitate if the need arose.

@Takashi @ERode

 

[MixedUpGuy]

Midoa expected the servant before him to simply shake his hand and confirm the pact had been made, but instead he was slightly taken aback by the strange and deep sniff that he seemed to take from his palm. Unsure, Midoa quickly looked to the other masters in the room who had also been accompanied by a servant now and noticed how none of the other servants were doing anything close to similar to the one still holding a grip on his hand. Perhaps this was something specific to this spirit? Either way, he was somewhat elated as he had his hand flung to the side. Albeit he would have preferred he just let it go loosely but at this point the strange man before him didn't seem to be one that would take critiques well.

Across the room Martha was doing her due diligence and continued to monitor the servant from a distance. The instant that the Assassin grabbed onto the young mage's hand caused her to tighten her grip on her staff as a precautionary move, thought the next sight of him smelling his palm was enough to make her squirm in confusion and disgust. Then the cross room yelling began. The Assassin approached the Berserker and the two seemed to be in a bit of a confrontation. There was no hint of malice or intent to harm from the Assassin, but the young red haired master immediately reached for his own weapons he brought into the circle. Instinctively she jumped towards the young master and shook her head. "It does us no good for you to get into any fights with servants here. If things must be solved with violence," The saint said as she spun towards the Berserker and Assassin with her staff standing upright resting against her palm. "then I shall be the resolver."

Sirus looked around the room as almost all the candidates were now accompanied by their servants with only one still manifesting. The Prana was still flowing well with no real concerns as of that moment, but there was no telling how long before anything serious would start happening between the parties inside. The Assassin was a cause of concern to be sure, but at this moment he and the rest of the staff was helpless to stop anything should a problem arise among the Heroic Spirits below. Hoping against hope, Sirus prepared to watch if Martha did indeed need to step in and provide some sort of reasoning to those just beyond the thick glass before him.

Midoa shot up and quickly approached the saint as well as his servant with arms waving in the air. "No! No! There will be no problem. I'm sure my servant was just..." Then he was interrupted by the Assassin before him and finally a name was paired with the rather odd face. "Adam was just giving an introduction is all. Please Saint, I'll be sure to stop Adam if anything starts to come up." The young archer said in a frantic state as he looked around Adam at Jason and Lævateinn with a hand on his chest and a slight bow to his head. "Please, I was ill prepared for the aftermath of the summoning. Do forgive me!" He pleaded his worried face both calmed Martha, but made her worried that perhaps this boy was going to be somewhat of a weak master in contrast to the aura and persona that this Adam Weishaupt gave off to her. She prayed she was wrong, but her first impressions usually proved right in most cases.

 

[Cush Almighty]

A wide smile appeared on Diana's face at her servant's introduction. So this was a classic gentleman. When he kneeled before her, he was similar to that of a knight in his grace. The nail in the coffin was when he grabbed her hand and lightly kissed it. "Oh my, I didn't think I would get a servant such as yourself." She admired the back of her hand which now had command seals imprinted on it. She then turned around and eyed the other servants. Some looked more terrifying than other, but all looked suitably. "You will play support during assignments, Theodore, you're of the Archer class so it makes the most sense. Range attacks are your specialty, so I'll like it if you avoid direct combat." She then thought about what else she should learn from him, maybe for him to explain some of his special skills. "Now explain to me your skills, anything that could turn the tide of battle?"

As she waited for his reply, she thought of his opinions on the state of the world. Nearly 100 years old, he most have opinions of his country and the world at large. How much it changed and big it grew at that. She wondered why he answered her call in the first place, maybe he wouldn't to see the world or return to the battlefield for another shot at glory. "By the way Theodore, why did you answer my call? You could have just ignored me and stayed at the Throne. Was it that you were compelled to join me?"

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Angela, a name vastly different from what he has ever heard uttered in his era. It was pleasing, a nice name that felt warm. His Master didn't seem phased by his little intimidation tactic. She was a rather chipper young lady, not what he'd expected in his master. When she mentioned her diety, Goujian chuckled and remind silent of the subject. He didn't believe in a God, rather the spirit of his ancestor's and nature itself. "So God brought me here? I thought it was of my own volition? The innate free will I was born with that brought me here." He looked directly into her eyes as his smirk faded. "But I like you Angela, and I'll accept you as my Master. I shall try to be homicidal as you call it, but being nice is another obstacle entirely." Saber wasn't nice, yet respectful to those he saw as worthy of his attention. "And please do leave your God out this for prayer won't do much without actual action."

@Shiki
@Archpigeon

 

[Shiki]

"Whoever said the two were mutually exclusive?" Angela replied, moving the Key on her shoulder slightly, so as to call attention to it. She then paused, realizing the ambiguity of that statement. "For just about everything you said." She shook the frown that had settled on her face off, before tilting her head slightly to the side, as if trying to examine her Servant on a deeper, less physical level - and, what with her direct connection to the Mystery that made him up, that wasn't far from the truth. "And becoming nice is an obstacle I fully expect you to overcome." She flashed a big smile, before turning to the ruckus a short ways away, the ruckus that had been gathering the attention of pretty much everyone else in the room, if she wasn't wrong.

Some mad Servant - rather, two mad Servants had just been arguing, if her peripheral vision and hearing wasn't wrong. Being as they were half as loud as jet engines, or maybe the crowd in St. Peter's Square on Easter - which she would argue is the sound used as a torture mechanism by the prince of darkness himself - she was almost certainly not wrong. And - she paused, tapping into another thing the late Edelfelts had mentioned - according to the natural sense for Servants included in the Command Seals, the shadowy one was Assassin - surprise! - and the large, grunty one was Berserker. She blinked, then giggled. Maybe the arcane wasn't quite so necessary.

"What do you think, Goujian? Should we go see what's going on?" The Master, the one who didn't look like one of those American teenagers from television who complains about every single solitary thing, looked flustered and unnerved. She knew the look - Mother had said she had a distinct tendency to cause people around her to look that way. The Lord only knew why. "Think he needs help?"

@Cush Almighty