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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jul 13, 2018 5:38:45 GMT
Residential District - Dust Springs Church
The interior of the church carried the same imposing atmosphere as its grand exterior, with many rows of pews taking up the wide space, and light streaming in from the stained glass. It was, for the most part, devoid of any life right now, save for the two individuals currently engaged in tidying up. Sister Hanna, the younger of the two, was currently engaged in mopping the floor around the center of the room, apparently caught up in whatever music was playing over her headphones, and singing quite passionately as she did so.
"Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun! Like fire! Hellfire! Dun dun dun dun dun dun! Dun dun dun! Dun dun dun! Dun dun dun dun dun dun!" She belted out, her voice echoing throughout the room as she spun around. Upon noticing the new arrival, however, she paused in some embarrassment, continuing her mopping with much less enthusiasm behind it and putting the headphones around her neck.
"Ah! Hi, there! Uhh... We're not really doing the whole mass thing until later, if that's what you're here for! We're just kind of doing some spring cleaning, except it's summer. Maybe come back later?"
"...Sister." A voice spoke firmly from behind the altar. "I don't believe this is one of the members of our usual flock." Father Nicholas set down the feather duster and walked over, staring down at the new arrival.
"...The Gunner class Servant of Abigail Guerra. This information should be correct. Welcome to our Church." He gave a barely noticeable nod. "I am Father Nicholas Everfield, overseer of this Holy Grail War. This is my assistant, Sister Hanna." The nun flashed her a peace sign, before continuing her mopping. "You are the first of our participants to pay a formal visit. May I ask why you've come here?"
Residential District - Park of Unknown Origins
Amid all the hubbub, the bird woman seemed to be satisfied, shutting her sketchbook and standing from the bench, scattering the congregation of pigeons. She walked over to the trio, a smile on her face, as she reached into her coat pocket and took out several dollar bills, holding them out and adding even more money to the confusion without a word.
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Post by melcaroni on Jul 15, 2018 11:26:52 GMT
Dust Springs Church:
Gunner had never been particularly religious in life. Rather ironic that it was now the church that would give her answers. The Overseer noted that she was the first to visit this church-- Interesting. So none of the other contestants had yet thought to come here?
"Forgive me for intruding, Father. But I cannot be too careful." The Gunner said. "I have come for whatever answers you can give me. I must admit, I am... troubled, somewhat."
She stared down at her hand, then put it to her chest. "I am not a usual Servant. I know enough about this War to know that there are meant to be seven Servants fighting... And yet, here I am. I'd like to know what that means."
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Post by ramenigma on Jul 15, 2018 14:16:56 GMT
Residential District - The Unknown Park
"Oh! Oh yeah! Email..." I hadn't even thought of that, but that might just be because I've never been to a library before. "Well, in any case, your name is very fitting. Yep yep. Fitting indeed. Where there's a will, there's a Wei. I'll light your Wei. I am the Wei. It inspires hope, it inspires fortitude, it serves perfectly for a guy like you."
I nod cheerfully and run over the clever foreshadowing of my new associates name. Committing it to memory. Completely ignoring the last comment about my name...
...Of course, I'm not sidestepping it or anything. I'm not. I'd never do that, never in a million years. I think, maybe, just between us, though.... I don't want to talk about it. Or maybe it's more that names have power so going too deep into mine this early in would weaken my mystery? That's it. That's perfectly it.
I'll forget entirely about the cold dark room with the man with a checklist and all the mental images that come with it.
I'll forget it now. Or, more like, I never remembered it in the first place?
"Mehuhuhu..." I chuckle. "Well, I'm not stranger to the strange, and I haven't heard your name so maybe that's to say this is just how Dust Springs is, you know. A town ripe for the-"
At that moment a woman appeared with money in hand.
"Um. Ripe... Ripe for... Uh. Hello? Who are you?"
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Jul 16, 2018 5:51:32 GMT
Commercial District
The bottle that Sarah threw was hurtling its way towards Archer's head - until she caught it with her bare hand, crushed it, and dropped the bits of shattered glass to the ground.
She then approached Sarah, took her hand out, patted her on her head, while rubbing her hair.
"Cute. Try something a bit more entertaining next time."
She made her way back towards Mila.
"Let's head off to the store now, okay?"
And so they began walking away...
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jul 20, 2018 6:27:09 GMT
Dust Springs Church
"It is no trouble. Our presence here is, after all, as a resource for the Grail War's participants, as a neutral entity. Information is one of our specialties." Nicholas gave a more pronounced nod, but remained stoic.
"The Gunner class is indeed not one of the standard seven classes summoned in most Holy Grail Wars. It may be considered an aberration. However, it is not unheard of in previous events. While a specific ritual is often required to replace an existing class with with another, the nature of the current event is... unusual." He pushed his glasses up, eyes closed in thought.
"The previous Holy Grail War was inconclusive. The grail vanished, its whereabouts remaining unknown since then. The files regarding its events remain open. This is a circumstance not yet encountered thus far in the history of the Holy Grail War. Investigation continues to be conducted, and yet, another has begun. There is much work to be done."
"In short, the only meaning to be derived at present is that your presence is unusual, but not an impossibility. I regret that I cannot provide more information on the subject." Nicholas bowed respectfully. "If there is anything else you would like to ask, please do so."
Park, Somewhere
The woman currently staring at them had short, dark brown hair, appeared to be in about her late 20s to early 30s, and dressed professionally, a navy blue pinstripe coat and black leather gloves being the most notable articles if one were to ignore the glasses she'd propped up on her head in a rush.
"Ah! Good morning, young miss!" The bird woman beamed at her, nodding excitably and having to push up the glasses again. "I must say, quite the show you three have been putting on for me this morning. Very entertaining! A theater company of some sort? Delightful to sketch, in any case!" She looked around, as if she'd misplaced her train of thought and was trying to find where she'd left it.
"Dear me, that's right! You've asked who I am." The woman snapped her fingers, announcing her deduction. "Alfreda will do nicely for now, if that's alright with you all. Now then, apologies if I've disturbed you, I meant only to pay gratitude. By all means, please continue as you were!"
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Post by melcaroni on Jul 20, 2018 22:59:52 GMT
Dust Springs International Church of Pancakes:
"So there was a war with no victor... And even you don't quite know what's going on." Gunner said. "That's concerning..."
The Gunner didn't truly understand the whole Grail War thing all that much herself; she wasn't particularly concerned with the specifics, and really only cared that she had another chance to fight once more. Should she care about the reason she was here? The only people who might have been able to tell her had no idea.
But she refused to be a blind soldier. She fought in the war for a clear reason; for her country, her people, and to stop the evils that were being propagated those years ago. She would know as much as she could before raising her weapon.
"...What can you tell me about the last war?" She asked.
Splash-O-Rama:
Abby returned to her girlfriend sopping wet and grinning, her hair flopping over her face as she dripped her way to the seats. From the looks of it she'd been splashing around the wave pool, then pretending she'd lost her arm from a shark to freak out the little kids.
"Done already?" Yumiko asked, looking up from her book.
"Yeah, fuck water." Abby said, pulling her tangled ropes of hair out of her eyes. "I need my arm back."
Yumiko quickly obliged, fishing the robotic arm from her bag. With a practiced hand Abby slung it into place haphazardly, before twisting the bolts and clicking some wires; the arm then jerked to life, giving Abby a shock, before twitching and twisting back to life.
"So what do you think?" Abby asked, draping a towel over herself as she looked across the people running and splashing through the park. "When I win, wanna get a water park just for us?"
"Maybe not this one," Yumiko replied, "Everything's overpriced and the water is pumped with way too much chlorine."
"We'll burn it then," Abby said with a grin, "Fuck this place! If my girl doesn't like it, I'm tearing it down! The world is gonna be our fuckin' oyster once we win. Be thinking about what you want, babe, because we're finally gonna get the life we deserve. I'm gonna make fuckin' sure of that."
"If we win," Yumiko replied, "You know you don't have to do this, Abby. We're doing fine, I mean, we just got that big haul from Las Vegas, and--."
"Scared?" Abby asked, her grin running off her face. "You don't have to stay with me. But I'm winning this no matter what."
Yumiko sighed, and leaned forward to put a hand on her sunburnt GF. "You know I'm not going to leave you. You'd die without me. But if things go south, we're gonna bail. That's how we do things, there's nothing wrong with it."
"They won't. I am winning this, no matter what." Abby said, her voice full of bitter determination. "This is our chance for a better life and I will not let it go. The lives we were SUPPOSED to fucking have. The lives we DESERVE."
Abby glanced at Yumiko, putting a hand on her face. "The life you deserve."
Yumiko laughed sadly. "The only life we deserve is a life sentence."
"I'm being serious!" Abby said, grinning as she gave Yumiko a dripping wet hug, "When we win, I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted. Like that Ferrari you always talked about?"
"We can always just steal a Ferrari." Yumiko replied.
"Great idea." Abby said, her grin widening. "Let's go steal a Ferrari."
And so Abby and Yumi left to steal a Ferrari.
Abby Guerra has moved to the Commercial District.
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Post by gemellidreamer on Jul 30, 2018 3:25:45 GMT
Residential District - The No Name Park That's Quite Eventful
Wei legitimately wasn't sure where the conversation had gone in order to lead them to where they were now. There was a lot on his mind, but the important part was that someone was handing out money to him... For no reason. And it didn't seem like Tpyo knew who this was, furthering his own confusion. After clearing his throat, he decided to get the obvious question out of the way.
"Alfreda, was it? The name's Wei. I'm... Not too sure how you can expect us to go about our conversation while you just listen in. If there's something we can help you with, it's better to be direct about it, wouldn't you say?" Wei said. Berserker still hadn't let up in his repeated suggestions to go on an all-out attack for no reason.
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Post by melcaroni on Jul 30, 2018 6:04:58 GMT
Commercial District Outside the Mall:
Abigail and Yumiko drove down the streets in their current ride: a stolen Ice Cream Truck, beaten and battered, with peeling stickers advertising those Bugs Bunny ice cream pops that never looked like the ad. The truck served as both their transportation and their makeshift home, and were one to look in the back they'd find, rather than ice cream and treats, a handful of living necessities and many, many guns. And a dog too.
The truck sped down the streets before coming to a stop about a block away from the Zebediah Roquefort Mall. Abby hopped out the passenger seat, a bunch of shopping bags in hand.
"Wait for me at the Marquis Meat." Abby said, "You'll know when I'm back cause I'll be the bitch in the stolen Ferrari."
"Have fun, " Yumiko replied, kissing her before driving off.
The mercenary woman grinned, hefting her "shopping" bags; beneath the top layer of new clothes, inside the bags were a set of pistols, a crowbar, a disassembled shotgun, a rubber mask, and a hotwiring kit. Everything she'd need for some grand theft auto.
As she headed down the street, she saw a pair of girls ahead, one with teal hair in a hoodie and her taller friend in a labcoat and sidetail. Abby quickly brushed past them, but one of the bags knocked into the teal haired girl and flew loose from Abby's grip, hitting the ground with a clatter.
"Hey!" Abby cried, "Watch where you're going."
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Aug 3, 2018 20:37:21 GMT
Residential District - Dust Springs Gurtch"...Indeed. Concerning would be the word." Nicholas put a hand on his chin. "In order to better investigate the circumstances, we had requested another specialist be sent to us. He was, however... indisposed. Thus, the duty has fallen upon myself and my subordinate." "It would depend on precisely what you would like to know. There is certain knowledge which died in the previous Holy Grail War along with some of its participants. In addition, there are portions which went unobserved, and which later investigation has not been able to ascertain the facts behind, such as the conclusion or lack thereof. Knowledge of certain areas is limited. Those involved are, as previously stated, deceased in some cases. In other cases, they have gone missing. Others still have refused to speak of the incident, or are otherwise incapable of doing so. I may offer our current records, if those would be of assistance." Residential District - Park with No Name
"Pleasant to meet you, then!" The woman bobbed her head up and down. "Hmm? Ah, no, no, you've misunderstood! I'd merely been sketching the wildlife, when I caught sight of you lot! Thought you were all an interesting bunch, so I moved on to observing you all! Can't say I've paid much attention to what the talk is, but I was just about to be off! Wanted to leave some bread for your troubles! If you'll accept that, then I'll be right off and leave you three to it, whatever it might be!"
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Sept 15, 2018 4:15:05 GMT
Commercial District - Eating Establishment Parking Lot
After having collected his meal of bread, meat and cheese, as well as the small sliced potatoes that accompanied it, from the floor of the van, and having consumed them with all the enthusiasm of a hippopotamus eating a plastic sphere, Lancer had promptly decided to recline his seat all the way back in order to aid digestion. Why he then proceeded to incline it forward, then backward, then forward again was probably a matter of his curiosity regarding the mechanism. Simple machines had been around for a long time, but that didn't make this any less fascinating to him, nor less of a matter to puzzle over.
A short while was passed in listening to Hot Chocolate Road, debut album of Pancreas Filigree, a heavy metal band of which Dilemma was fond. On Lancer's part, there was some screaming to go along with it, but not at all of the kind usually paired with that type of music. It was promptly shut off, and so, they just sat there. Waiting. For what, exactly? Anyone's guess at this point. The one thing either of them was sure of was the fact that they weren't accomplishing anything. And they were bored. And it was hot out.
"...Yo." Dilemma was first to break the silence, now reclined all the way back herself. "If I get you some ice cream will you maybe stop screwing around a little bit?"
"Ice cream, you say. Ice cream?" Lancer tested out the combination of words a few times, letting himself figure out if he liked the feeling of it. "May I ask you to explaborate upon this point as well, honorable mistress of mine? The individual devices are themselves familiar to me, of course, fundamentals of man's accomplishment up to now, but this seems yet another example of the sorcery I am becoming aware of, of an arithmetic of words to craft concepts into this world! Close to that of divine means, and yet, among the capabilities of mortal man! Yet another gift bestowed by Prometheus himself, or by any of the others from elsewhere that lay claim to that spot, including perhaps that merchant marquis! He is a benefactor of breaking fasts, is he not? This cream of ice, ice cream, it is his legacy, his heavenly fire bestowed upon his creations, or at the very least those he is charged with overseeing, correct?"
"...Dude. It's like, milk and stuff, except they freeze it and make it taste not like shit. Chocolate, strawberry, whatever the hell you want. A lot of the time they make it into shapes, make it in different ways, ecksetera. It's just dessert. It tastes good, usually, like the food we got just now, except it's cold. You want some? There's probably a truck or something, if we don't want to just get it from inside." Dilemma had a feeling she already knew the answer to this one.
"Why, most assuredly, madam!" Lancer exclaimed, nearly punching the ceiling of the van again. "As one tasked with the sacred task of protectoration of this land and all who dwell within it, I must take whatever chance presents itself to further my findings, in order to better understand the populace of which I am prescribed to! To wherever this ice cream and the one responsible for its creation and purveyance dwells! Shall we once more entask the use of your car-riage, or is this a matter of questing which we must endeavor upon ourselves? Either is amenable to me, as a mere servant of your command." He bowed abruptly, stopping just short of slamming his head directly into the dashboard.
"Uh... Let's just walk." And so they did, searching the vicinity for what might resemble an ice cream truck.
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Post by gemellidreamer on Oct 9, 2018 0:47:00 GMT
Residential Park - No Name Park That The Writer Has Run Out Of Alternative Names For
"Bread...? Do you mean... Literal bread? I... I suppose that would be fine, but it feels strange accepting food from someone who I just met. But thank you anyway, Alfreda." Wei decided to just roll with the events that had unfolded, perhaps realizing that his questioning of the strangeness of these events only made even more of them happen. By now, Berserker had quieted down, though Wei could still sense an aura of hostility from him directed to the woman who had only recently introduced herself.
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Oct 19, 2018 5:47:14 GMT
Commercial District
No sooner had she dealt with that... weird girl, did another girl crash into the scene. This time, though, it was Mila that felt the brunt of the damage, rather than Archer.
Mila rolled her eyes, and, well, she attempted to keep walking but...
"What did you just say?"
Archer, once again, decided to go in guns blazing.
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Post by melcaroni on Nov 16, 2018 4:50:41 GMT
"Rude girl, where are your manners?" Abby retorted with a sneer. "Do yourself a favor and cool your jets. What's in this bag is worth more than the cheap boots you walked here on."
With that, Abby reached down and picked up her bag, carefully, trying to mitigate the sound of her many illegal guns clacking into each other.
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Post by kwanramen1313 on Nov 16, 2018 8:31:08 GMT
Archer... was not very happy about that.
"What? What the FUCK did you just say to me? Did you just say my boots were cheap SHIT?"
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Nov 26, 2018 22:07:51 GMT
Park in the District that is Residential
"Hmm? Literal bread is quite nice, yes... I might pick up a loaf on the way home, now that you mention it. But which kind? There are so many varieties..." The woman seemed to be in deep thought about this before emerging from it just as quickly. "Ah, but no, that's not what I meant. I meant metaphorical bread, a gratuity, a tip of sorts, if you will, provided you're all willing to accept it. It'd be quite a generous payment, too! So, what's the consensus so far?" Alfreda smiled at the group in anticipation.
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