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Siegfried looked around at the other magi again, a faint look of distaste showing on his hard face. We're already stooping down to kill Masters instead of Servants? I suppose it was wishful thinking, but perhaps I can still conduct myself with honor. He spoke. "Before we begin, we should inform one another of our Servants and their relative strengths. My Servant and myself shall go first. I assume no one here has ulterior motives." There was a hint of a question with the last, but he continued too quickly for anyone to answer. "Saber, would you kindly show yourself?" The hero's imposing figure coalesced in front of Siegfried, and he offered a greeting. "Well met, Masters. I am Beowulf, King of the Geats, and servant of Siegfried in this war." He took a step back and gestured at the aforementioned magus. "My lord." "As you can see," Siegfried began, "Saber possesses overwhelming strength, and is not likely to fall in combat. I believe that luring enemy Masters out of hiding with an open challenge would not likely result in any significant negative consequences for us, and could allow us to obtain the identities of all four of the other Servants. Of course, to form any strategy, I would need to know the capacities of your Servants."

idk what to do right now unless someone wants to strike up a conversation

Siegfried walked back upstairs to answer the phone with a measured pace. A babysitter. Wonderful. As if I couldn't come up with strategy without some buffoon sitting somewhere and watching me. He looked around, not noticing any of the other mages coming to the room. Of course. At least the leadership of this little group will fall to someone competent. The magus picked up the phone but waited a moment to answer. "Get in here," he shouted, loud enough that anyone in the house should have been able to hear him. Then, he slid a thumb across the screen, answering the call. "Yes?"

Well, it's my plan that's changing, not so much the character himself.

"Mmm. Alright, then. Thanks for your advice." Kage wandered off, meandering aimlessly around the area while his Pokemon did the same. Makes sense. If Devin has something to say, he can say it straight out to me.

Kage scratched his head. "Alright. Say, hypothetically, you kept a secret from someone. Let's assume you had a good reason to. That someone apparently learns your secret, but they don't say it straight out. Do you talk to them about it, or wait for them to come to you?"

Crusader saw the other bird coming, and his pride would not allow him to flee the challenge. He gained altitude as quickly as he could, head straining upward against gravity, trying to meet his attacker head-on.

Like I said, changes are being made.

The plan I had in my head was kinda similar to his whole "save the world by any means necessary" thing. And by kinda I mean almost exactly the same.

Kage was still thinking about what Devin had said earlier. He was having a hard time coming up with how to deal with the situation; on the one hand, there was a slight chance that he was getting worked up over nothing. On the other hand, if Devin DID know, he was in it pretty deep for lying about it. On a third hand (presumably someone else's), the professor didn't seem all that upset. Kage threw his hands up in frustration before sitting down for a moment. Standing up once more, he approached a trainer who seemed pretty interested in the local Pokemon. "Hey, Raiza, right? I don't know you all that well, but could I ask you something?"

Balls. I'm going to have to change a bit with my planned character development, I think, b/c I accidentally made Kiritsugu. (Had only watched like 5 episodes iirc when i made the character)

tl'dr for this thread: The edit button exists.

I see ghosts as being affected by non-Normal, non-Fighting attacks because they are infused with energy, and ghosts exist as energy,

I see the Steel-type weaknesses as making logical sense. Steel is very hard; Fighting's whole thing is breaking apart hard objects. Steel can be brittle; a blow that hits it hard enough to do damage will do a LOT of damage. Ground operates similarly.

What if we forgot the type chart entirely and only did things that made sense? For example, all of Flying's weaknesses fall under the realm of common sense, but others might be less so, such as Bug resisting Ground.

The Skarmory wheeled about, screeching in rage as he prepared for another attack. Crusader gained altitude, positioning himself above the other bird Pokemon, then came crashing down, spreading bladelike wings out at the moment before impact.

Makes just as much sense as water being weak. (Since pure water doesn't conduct electricity anyway. . .) Personally, I understand it not being weak because while steel does conduct electricity, it also doesn't really suffer for being able to do so. (In fact, it's better off: Put a lightning bolt into a steel rod and it heats up, do the same thing to a tree and it explodes.)

Lol, I can already tell that Chim's character and mine won't get along.

7/10 for being somewhat consistent with your previous avatar, but not by a whole lot, +powerful but well-known image

Nathan quickly released all of his GAOs with a deft motion. "Crusader, get us some eyes on them!" The bird flew upward with a screech as Nathan ducked down, taking cover.

Kiritsugu

Siegfried walked up to the box and took out the artifact he had requested. He would have preferred to locate it himself, but the timing hadn't been ideal. It was a piece of petrified wood, with little significance to someone who didn't know its origin. However, this particular bit of wood was from the legendary hall Heorot, the dining place of many ancient Saxon heroes, but connected to one in particular. He briefly cast a look over the other two mages, then turned away. "I'll be in the basement," he said over his shoulder, a curt tone sounding through his deep, somewhat gravelly voice. Siegfried made his way down to the basement and withdrew a vial of mercury from within his coat. That's a perk, I guess. I don't care to explain to non-mages what I need this for. Drawing the summoning circle came easily to him. It was not dissimilar to a few of the runes he used regularly, though he wouldn't have even attempted something of this magnitude without the Grail's assistance. It didn't take long; he had studied and practiced drawing the circle to ensure he didn't muck anything up. After he was done, he placed the timber and began the chant. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling. For the essence, silver and steel. For the foundation, stone and the archduke of contracts. Close the gates of the four cardinal directions. Come forth from the crown, and follow the three forked road leading to the kingdom. Let it be declared now. My will creates your body. Your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me. I hereby swear. That I shall be all the good in the world. That I shall defeat all evil in the world. From the seventh heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, guardian of the scales! As he spoke, the silvery fluid on the floor began to glow brighter and brighter with an internal light, rising to a magnitude that was almost blinding to look at. With the last line, there was a flash, and the wood in the center of the circle had been replaced by a tall, muscle-bound man with dark, raggedly cut hair and a simple chestplate that appeared to be made of iron, with accompanying greaves and trousers. His shirt had no sleeves, showcasing the immense power held in his arms. At his belt was an ornate scabbard containing a sword, contrasting with the rest of his outfit. The Servant wore an amulet in the shape of the hilt of a sword, and beyond that no other decoration. The man looked down at Siegfried (a bit unsettling, since Siegfried was considered fairly tall himself) and spoke. "Are you my Master?" "Indeed, I am the one that summoned you, King of the Geats. Together, we will seek the Grail, and crush our enemies before they have a chance to bend it to their own ends." Both of them looked the other over. Siegfried smiled. Saber - better known as Beowulf - had all of the overwhelming strength he had possessed in his legend. "We have much to do before we engage in combat." Saber nodded, and faded away into spirit form.