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  1. Chevaleresse
    "It's a pork cutlet bowl with a wine sauce. I just used most of the pork we had and a few different fruits. Aren't you going to try it?" Viola looked at him innocently, clearly proud of her. . . creation.
  2. Chevaleresse
    "If you say so." Viola set about gathering up a few of the ingredients, grabbing enough that she should theoretically be able to feed everyone - though she herself satisfied her hunger by nibbling some salted pork throughout the process. She took samples from basically everything the rogue had brought to them, including the booze, and gave them a thorough consideration before truly getting down to business. Several minutes of intensive cooking later (somewhat enhanced with judicious application of the Fire tome), she'd produced a result. It was. . . something, a strange-looking mix of browns, bruised greens, and reds. It smelled like. . . well, it was an unusual odor. Still, she seemed reasonably proud of her creation. "Alright, I think it's ready! Go ahead, everyone."
  3. Chevaleresse
    "Does anyone know how to cook? I could try, but, um. . ." "I've been told it's much better that I have a book in my hand, rather than a ladle."
  4. Chevaleresse
    "Yeah, don't want random people getting killed if I can avoid it. There's too much of that already." He shrugged. "Looks like I'll have to show you both how it's done, then." The irritable expression shifted slightly behind his sunglasses, but didn't vanish. "I don't suppose that damn weasel gave you any tips about actually finding the things, though, did it?"
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    "Become her friend? An odd request, especially since she seems to be thoroughly unpleasant. . . I suppose that hag's command over fire and vengeance might be helpful, hmmm. Doesn't she have that Self-Modification skill too? That could be critical to certain strategies, you could bust enemy formations wide open. . . Very well! I will attempt to befriend our corrupted saint, here. And yes, let's go investigate whatever's happened to Lancer!" The Servant's curiosity seemed legitimate. . . even if her devious tone was rather worrying. It didn't take her long to spot the plushified Servant, at which point the warlord promptly burst into laughter. "Wahahahaha! That's amazing! How did you accomplish that? She's so defenseless and adorable, I just want to pinch her cheeks!"
  6. Chevaleresse
    Lucine shrugged. "A lot of them died. There's a lot of stories about dragon slayers and stuff. I don't know if any of them are left alive at all. They were. . . well, not everywhere, but you could find them in the Age of Gods, but that was like three thousand years ago. Some say that they went to the Far Side of the World," the emphasis was clear in her tone, "but people can't go to the Far Side, so you can't even really say it exists. They, um, weren't really nice though, usually. The eastern ones, maybe, but there's a reason you mostly hear about heroes killing them. I don't know how smart they were, either, most of the stories just kinda make them sound like animals."
  7. Chevaleresse
    Kage had been following along, near enough that he could catch most of the conversation. Strange cats and contracts and. . . ugh, well, at least that explained why they'd both refused to leave that park. "Oh, so you two are here for the same reason I am." He didn't sound particularly pleased as he slotted himself into the conversation. "So do you want me to get in there and kill the witch before you have a chance to get hurt, or would you rather I waited so I can pull the whole 'knight in shining armor' bit on you two?"
  8. Chevaleresse
    Kage rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. At least the other two were leaving. He turned on his heel and walked toward the park entrance, irritation clearly displayed on his face. He'd have to search out a side entrance, maybe a gap in the fence or the like. The only way this could be going worse is if the cop had tried to escort him out immediately; that would have resulted in a call to his parents and a host of consequences he just didn't need right now.
  9. Chevaleresse
    The appearance of another person - who had apparently been sneaking about or something, as Kage had been watching for people approaching up until the appearance of this girl - prompted an actual facepalm from the boy. "Give me a break. . ." Nevermind that the girl seemed to be utterly focused on running headfirst into danger. "I'm not joking, it's seriously dangerous for you to be wandering around here! Get out before you get hurt." He turned to the newcomer as he walked after the girl. "That goes for you too! Seriously, what is with you people, there are. . . murderers running around and shit."
  10. Chevaleresse
    Kage "It's an abandoned amusement park. It's just a bunch of broken down rides and moldy buildings." He pushed himself off the ledge he was sitting on, sliding to the ground with an audible thump; the drop was a bit further than one might expect someone to attempt casually. "A guy got killed around here recently, do you really think that it's safe for you to wander around here alone?" His tone carried an implied threat as he took one step toward the stranger. Internally, though, he wanted to sigh. If only he were taller. He was trying to scare her off for her own good; it really was not safe for her to be around here while there was a monster supposedly lurking.
  11. Chevaleresse
    Elizabeth didn't have to walk long before encountering someone else. A boy, looking to be about her age, wearing dark sunglasses, jeans, and a shirt that was just a tad too yellow, currently seated atop the roof of what used to be some kind of concessions stand. "So, what do you think you're doing here?" he called out. His voice was high, a bit higher than you'd expect. "Don't you know it's dangerous around here? All sorts of weirdos running around." He wasn't sure what he'd expected to find here, really; he hadn't seen any witches at all, and this girl didn't look overly suspicious. . . though her height was almost unnatural.
  12. Chevaleresse
    "Butlers are just a type of attendant." Morgan didn't press the issue any further, though; in fact, the odd mage seemed distracted by something, before shaking their head and starting to pack the two spiders back into their pack.
  13. Chevaleresse
    The plush shifted, painstakingly typing out a response one letter at a time. It wasn't an ideal form of communication by any means; Lancer wasn't capable of a great range of independent motion, but eventually a phrase was constructed. I seek the Holy Grail.
  14. Chevaleresse
    Mortals becoming gods by some sort of higher force choosing them. . . An odd thought, worship following divinity instead of the other way around. This "HDD Form," though, seemed a bit less strange. There were gods that had multiple aspects that they could embody, and those not always being the same exact being was not unusual. It seemed she was having difficulty with one of her own aspects; it was an issue she'd never had to deal with, herself. Not to mention the ones with other divinities. "I see. I cannot fault you for the scars of experience, I suppose. I would offer help with your war aspect, but. . ." Nobody I could ask is alive for me to do so. ". . .such a thing was something I was never plagued with." Hiroki, Dackly, and Lena She had just turned them to stone? That was convenient. . . though the properties of stone weren't that useful for mech building anyway. Too heavy, too brittle. Mostly useful because it was cheap, but there was no real point to concerning oneself with material costs when it came to the kinds of battles she fought in. "Um, where is this um, mech?"
  15. Chevaleresse
    The plush. . . didn't type anything. Either Lancer was confused, or simply didn't particularly feel like talking about anything unless prompted. "Eh, third Servant? As far as I know, there's just me and some hag called by some improvised imitation of the ritual. Not that I mind hacked-together solutions, they can make fantastic tools in a pinch, or at the very least provide some excellent entertainment. . ." Nobunaga seemed to be recalling a fond memory, gazing off into the distance with a faint smile before starting. "Oh! I'm sensing that too! That's Lancer, isn't it? I'd recognize that chivalrous stink anywhere! It's weak, though, even weaker than this fake saint here."
  16. Chevaleresse
    Kusuke, as usual, had been up a bit later than was really healthy, and was lacking in his usual morning coffee besides. He was currently wandering about the town, more or less trying to remember how to be alive for the day and wondering if it was acceptable to bellyache about the destruction of his old hoodie yet. He glanced over at Satomi making her way back into the town proper, not thinking much of it - and then stared at her for a good solid moment, turning bright red and then stiffly turning away (probably too late) to hide his reaction to Satomi's outfit and what it concealed. . . and what it didn't. That rock was pretty interesting. . .
  17. Chevaleresse
    Arturia dried her own tears on one still-unsteady arm, letting Lilith out of the hug but keeping the other arm on the girl's shoulder. She was still sniffling a bit, but seemed to be slowly recovering. She laughed a little, ruefully and just a touch bitterly. "Listen, I'm gonna be suffering whether I'm around you or not. This way it's at least something I can try to fix." She shook her head. "Besides, I chose this. It's my fault. You should be mad at me for causing all this." Arturia sighed. This was a hell of a mess, and she was trying not to let herself slide back into thinking too hard about the consequences her meddling had caused for Lilith. She'd be captured for who knows what if I wasn't here. I'm still making improvements. . . right? She wanted to hurry this along; the entire situation was something she wanted to escape from, even if it was into dealing with police.
  18. Chevaleresse
    "Oh, that's lame. . ." She'd been treated rather stiffly (some would say poorly) by a number of the mages she'd encountered, on account of her being artificial life or "a glorified highschool science project" as she'd overheard one refer to homunculi as. (Followed fairly shortly by a very curt dismissal.) She perked up a bit at the mention of a dragon. "Wait, your world still has dragons? What are they like? Er, what was the guardian like, too?"
  19. Chevaleresse
    Lucine shrugged. "It's fine. My world seems kinda boring sometimes too." Her world. That was weird to think about. For the longest time, her world had essentially been that castle. Sure, they went into the city on occasion, but usually a trip into Trifas proper was official business that a mage wouldn't want an inquisitive child on anyway; other than that, the Yggdmillenias tended to avoid going in. Now, though, she'd been in more than three universes. That was crazy. "What's yours like? Um, like, uh. . . the mages? The ones in my world are stuffy and a little creepy."
  20. Chevaleresse
    Kyou didn't seem quite satisfied. But, her head was starting to clear a little bit, even if there was still a residual ache in her as she remembered the experience. Beverly's commentary didn't exactly calm her down, but it offered another distraction. Kyou started to snap out an irritable retort, but stopped partway through. Beverly was probably right. Kyou made a noise that might've been intended to be some sort of affirmative, and then moved in the direction of whatever seating she could find, sitting down heavily and taking a moment to just breathe.
  21. Chevaleresse
    "Speak fer yerself. If the Goddess put me on earth for any reason, it was fightin'. Maybe it ain't what they teach in churches, but I've been a fighter ever since I was a baby, and I'm probably gonna die on a battlefield someday. 'S just who I am. Not that I got a problem with you wantin' to save people; it's fightin', not killing that I like."
  22. Chevaleresse
    "I believe I am finished here." "Good, we can finally go home and kick back." Without further ado, Score jacked out, and both Navi and operator were soon on their way back to the hotel.
  23. Chevaleresse
    Score frowned. "Mitsuru, I would like to remain here for a few moments." "In the lamp?" "In the lamo." ". . . I guess I've got nothing better to do. Can you try to avoid having me stand outside in a strange city at night for much longer, though?" "I will be alerting the local authorities regardless." "Fine, then." Score opened up one line, quickly penning an email to the local authorities. She mentioned her location and defeat of the HeelNavi in the area, the rift he had moved through, and the possibility of it simply being hidden and other ones being present in the network. With her spare processing power, she analyzed the area around the portal. Was there really no hint of the portal in the structure of the netscape around her?
  24. Chevaleresse
    Score was quiet for a moment, analyzing the situation. She didn't exactly trust this HeelNavi, but. . . "That would be for the best. Do see that you don't endanger any more civilians." Score waited, still not fully disengaging combat mode, until the Navi left and the rift vanished, before moving about to check the area for anything else of interest.
  25. Chevaleresse
    [Mode: Prediction] [No Selection] [Wait] [Fire Buster] [Move: Up] [Wait: 5hs] [Fire Buster] [Move: Up]
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