Author Topic: Day One - Compass Rose (Read 25328 times)

veekie · « **Reply #80 on:** May 28, 2013, 11:47:14 AM »

"That is better. My Master is currently indisposed at home though. I'm just the armed escort." Lancer grounds his staff and then leans on it, seemingly unconcerned about Laoise's reactions, "Wouldn't want your Master to be all disappointed though. How about a friendly exchange of fists between Servants, unless you'd prefer an eating contest of course?"

Bozwevial · « **Reply #81 on:** May 28, 2013, 12:03:13 PM »

"A contest?" The Servant tilts his head, considering. "Well, if your Master is at home, I'll gladly compete in your games. As the challenger, do you wish to choose the wager, or the stakes?"

veekie · « **Reply #82 on:** May 28, 2013, 12:20:30 PM »

"Stakes of course."

Bozwevial · « **Reply #83 on:** May 28, 2013, 12:34:06 PM »

"Then our wager shall be a footrace, of sorts." The Servant plucks the torn collar from the tree branch and tosses it to Laoise. "Hang this from a branch at the other end of the park. The victor will be the one to cross the park, take the collar, and hang it on this tree again." He smiles, a glint in his eye. "Of course, if you can take the collar from your opponent's hands, nothing is stopping you from doing so. And what will the victor's prize be, headstrong Servant?"

veekie · « **Reply #84 on:** May 28, 2013, 12:40:04 PM »

"Of course. We begin when missy gets back from her walk." He gives an enthusiastic grin, "The name of the other's Master would be a fine gamble, seeing as neither party is present. A disgrace when we slay each other, not even knowing which family is behind the other."

Bozwevial · « **Reply #85 on:** May 28, 2013, 12:46:32 PM »

"Then it's decided." The Servant nods at Laoise. "At your own pace, miss."

Agita · « **Reply #86 on:** May 28, 2013, 01:04:18 PM »

"Huh...?" Suddenly, Laoise feels like it was a mistake to announce she isn't the Master. It leaves her with nothing to do but entertain these Servants who just went and decided things on their own. But this might be an opportunity. Even on foot, Lancer's mobility should be unmatched by anyone short of Rider.

Laoise heaves a sigh and reluctantly goes to the other end of the park, looking for a proper tree. She has a good idea of where to put it already. After some searching, she hangs the collar on a branch at about her eye height, the lowest on a tree with very dense branches starting right about at the lion Servant's chest height.

With the collar placed, she returns and gets out of the way of the two Servants, staring at both uneasily.

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #87 on:** May 28, 2013, 01:25:37 PM »

"I hope you're ready, Servant Lancer." The armored Servant grins a little too widely. "I've never lost." With that, he digs his heels into the ground and hurls himself forward, shooting towards the other end of the park.

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veekie · « **Reply #88 on:** May 28, 2013, 01:34:36 PM »

"That just means you've never met anyone worthy of a race. HAAAA!"

Lancer ducks his head and then blasts forward at an incredible pace, his smaller body not a hair less capable than the big guy.

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Agita · « **Reply #89 on:** May 28, 2013, 01:40:14 PM »

With a surprised yelp, Laoise flinches backwards from the racers and takes cover between the trees. "They're going to destroy the park just with a footrace..."

Bozwevial · « **Reply #90 on:** May 28, 2013, 01:48:39 PM »

The two Servants dash toward the collar at incredible speeds, neither gaining so much as an inch on the other. As their legs churn faster and faster, the wind starts to pick up, becoming a gale within seconds out of nowhere. Lancer's opponent, his grin unwavering, picks up speed, stride not flagging at all.

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veekie · « **Reply #91 on:** May 28, 2013, 01:58:11 PM »

Lancer, finding the winds somewhat more challenging for his lower mass, ducks into the bushes, where they'd discovered some passages a child might run through easily which an adult would have trouble with, the detour gets him out of the way of the wind and exposes an alternative route. He grins and he bears down on the new path.

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #92 on:** May 28, 2013, 02:04:39 PM »

Lancer's detour lets him pick up speed, but the large Servant is ahead now, rocketing toward the white cloth on the branch as though he had been fired out of a cannon. His hand outstretched, a peal of joyful laughter escapes his lips.

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veekie · « **Reply #93 on:** May 28, 2013, 02:09:36 PM »

Lancer pops out of a side track, then leaps a scant inch off the ground, allowing the wind to bodily fling him towards the goal.

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #94 on:** May 28, 2013, 02:18:13 PM »

Lancer's leap propels him through the air toward the scrap of cloth - but unfortunately, Laoise's foresight put the collar several feet below Lancer's grasping hand, and it's the golden-armored Servant who snatches it. Skidding to a halt and pivoting hard enough to leave deep furrows in the ground, Lancer's opponent dashes back toward the other end of the park.

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veekie · « **Reply #95 on:** May 28, 2013, 02:30:17 PM »

Lancer flips around in midair, then kicks off the tree in an explosion of red-streaked prana, his competitive spirit refusing to let a race end like this. Before the other Servant realizes it, Lancer descends to snatch the prize and enter into a complicated somersault through the foliage, which bursts into life as the shed energy contacts the spores.

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Bozwevial · « **Reply #96 on:** May 28, 2013, 02:39:50 PM »

The Servant jerks in surprise as Lancer streaks off with his collar before crouching and leaping after the acrobatic boy, a small crater marking the start of his jump. The leap is a big gamble - his momentum might be enough to steal the collar back and land at the finish, but if his grab misses Lancer will almost assuredly win.

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Agita · « **Reply #97 on:** May 28, 2013, 04:29:42 PM »

Laoise is just about ready to bury her face in her hands. Wasting power like that... Still, now that he's done it, it would be for nothing at all if he didn't win.
Slinking behind the trees, she touches the ground again. The spores themselves are just a net that is supposed to channel her prana - or Lancer's, as the case may be. As she's anchored it to the Servant's grave, she should be able to use that just as well.

And so, when Lancer's feet next touch the ground, he's propelled forwards by a sudden explosion of growth just under his feet.

veekie · « **Reply #98 on:** May 28, 2013, 04:30:54 PM »

Lancer's course switches over to the ground, gripping the long vines on the ground and whipping himself under, back, and then finally over the other Servant, before letting go to fly in an controlled spin at the finish line with a flourish like a circus acrobat.
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Bozwevial · « **Reply #99 on:** May 28, 2013, 04:49:51 PM »

The golden-armored Servant skids to a stop, still smiling. "Bravo, Lancer! Bravo indeed. What a magnificent display that was." He leans against a tree, not at all out of breath. "If you fight as well as you race, I should be glad of a chance to spar before this war is over. As for my Master's name, you're welcome to it. The one who commands me is Florianus von Einzbern." A mild flicker of distaste runs across his face, and the flames around his helmet flare up slightly.

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Author Topic: Day One - Compass Rose (Read 25328 times)