Quote:Well... no. The lady herself has dibs.
Pfft. You still feel the need to ask? ^_^ Caster is going to be smearing Perseus all over the landscape, then?
He's not above handing him to her on a silver platter, though.
Angela Orengo, Kenyan Mage's Association, leaned on her cane and tried to ignore the way this cursed yellow man's island made her arthritis flare. The troublesome child stalking across the school's lawn towards her might not have had the decency to die properly, but at least she was showing a proper appreciation for the moment.
Still. The moment had gone on long enough. "I've got no quarrel with you, girl. Hand over your reiju and it can stay that way." Not that she expected that to work, of course, but it was always cheaper to try.
"Iie, Obaasama." 'No, Grandmother,' in the local gabble, which was at least polite. What followed it, though, wasn't. "Not while I have the advantage."
Angela hissed between her teeth and snatched the cane up to clutch it in the middle. The little brat! How dare she! ">" she cried. ""
The green-cloaked Servant that had been trailing at the insolent girl's heels stepped forwards and swatted the ugly cyan mass of the curse aside with casual ease. Then he brought his hands up and flicked them through a series of bizzare contortion. "Self-reliant territory: sealed," he announced, in a voice halfway between professional and amused.
The Barrier flared up around them, an almost invisible wall of transparent, slightly luminous mist drifting from a ring of ground towards a single point somewhere far overhead. Angela took a step back and half turned to take in the source of the painful-sounding 'thump' behind her.
"A Caster, my Lady," her servant observed, picking himself up off the ground with a glare at the one responsible. The expression on his flat, round face was terrifying. "Not to worry."
Rider evidently hadn't been anywhere near so tall or powerful as his reputation implied, making him simply a short little whipcord of a man with a long, whispy moustache and muscles like oak heartwood. The girl's Servant was taller and broader, a fact obvious even with the shrouding cloak he wore, but for the summoned spirits that made the War the thing it was, physical appearance was the least of it... and the spell-focused Caster class was weak in actual combat.
The Caster pushed up his old-fashioned round spectacles then held his hand out and beckoned. "I'm waiting, Temujin-dono."
"Think I'm a fool?" Rider retorted. "Ha!" A flare of light coalesced in his hands into a bow - for all appearances simply mundane wood and horn, but the arrow he drew, aimed, and released in the same quick motion was simply a flaring streak of pure light, blinding in the twilight gloom.
His target was already charging into it, cloak streaming out behind him as he ran, and merely brought one hand up to - almost casually - swat the missile from the air before launching a spray of coal-black throwing daggers with a flick of the other. They were dodged, of course, but bought enough time for their owner to bring the glaive that had whipped into his hands around and down in a punishing arc.
Rider twisted away from that, too, and twisted to his feet with a speed that set the laminated leather plates of his cuirass clattering against each other. "So that's the game," he said, then brought out a richly decorated sabre in a flash of mana.
Caster laughed and whipped his glaive around like a staff - which, come to that, it was about the same size as - and began to hammer at his defenses with blade and butt alike. "Part of it!" One strike was ducked under and a second crashed off of a sword interposed with free hand braced against its spine before the third fell short as their target sprang back out of reach then - warned by some honed warrior's instinct - spun and brought his sword up to catch in the crux of a pair of crossed daggers.
The Servant wielding them used the impact to flip gracefully away and land in a handstand that tumbled upright with a supple smoothness that, if Angela were to be more honest with herself than was her want, would have been the object of intolerably envy even in her younger years.
Her husband had been right, curse his rotting, philandering corpse. Defeat did taste worse than any heartburn.
So be it. That wouldn't keep her from making the slanty-eyed little slut pay for her victory.
Because except for Worm-Breath, who's been knee-deep in it from Day One, all the Masters so far have been, well, young. So I figured that a nasty old bat would make a nice contrast.
With Lancer stuck contemplating his navel and at least two more posts to go before I'm in a position to kill off Berserker, might I suggest taking a look at developing Ilya some? ...Or you could just pick up right where I left off, if that tickles your fancy more - I won't mind. Besides, you can actually write spells for Rin. ^_^
I think that having us working at the same time on completely different parts of the timeline would have too much potential to be... awkward, see. ^_^;;
And there's no such thing as 'too mean for a Matou'.
Ja, -n
ETA: Whups! Forgot this -
RIDER II
Master: Angela Orengo
True Name: Temujin
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 167cm 55kg
Attribute: Chaotic Neutral
Strength: C
Mana: B
Endurance: D
Luck: C
Agility: B
Noble Phantasm: A
Known more often as Ghengis Khan.
To most readers, his name is synonymous with brutal and bloodthirsty conquest. To Mongols today, he seen as the father of the Mongol Nation due to the years that he spent unifying and enlarging the multitude of tribes that once dwelt in the area now known as Mongolia. Historians recognize him as one of the greatest military minds in recorded history, establishing as he did the largest contiguous empire ever, the Mongol Empire, from 1206 until his death in Autumn 1227, which on its height encompassed half of the world population.
Before he took the title of Khan, Temjin spent more than 22 years uniting the many Turkic-Mongol confederations of Central Asia. Tying them to one another through oaths and mutual territorial expansion, he provided a common identity to what had previously been a territory of nomadic tribes sharing only a language and culture. Equally well regarded are his contributions in directing the effort to create a writing system for the Mongolian language based on existing Uyghur script.
The overwhelming military dominance he achieved in the territories conquered by his armies led to a period of peace that some have referred to as 'Pax Mongolica.' His conquest of Western Xia in northern China and Khwarezmid Empire in Persia provided the foundation for the future spread of the Mongol Empire from China to Germany. His legacy includes centuries of Eurasian rule by greater or lesser Khanates.
Skills:
Strategy: A
Archery: B
Riding: A
Noble Phantasm:
(sword name)
Rank: D
Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm
Range: 1-2
Maximum Target: 1
A simple close-range weapon which allows him to meet melee types in combat without being completely overwhelmed. This Phantasm's only special property is its ability to damage spirits as well as physical beings.
(lance name)
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Batallion Noble Phantasm
Range: 5-35
Maximum Target: 15
In appearance a simple horseman's spear, this Noble Phantasm allows its user to transform all the energy in his own and his mount's motion into an offensive strike against a target, even to the extent of piercing through the first victim to strike at that lying behind him. However, it grants no bonuses to speed or defense.
(bow name)
Rank: A
Type: Anti-Batallion Noble Phantasm
Range: 1-60
Maximum Target: 150
A Noble Phantasm granting ranged abilities usually only seen from the Archer Class, this is ranked highly in range, damage, and accuracy.
Miscellaneous:
Image Color: Brown
Talents: Horse-trading, both figurative and literal
Likes: Money, challenges
Dislikes: Betrayal
Natural Enemy: Archer, Caster
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"