Today's Soundtrack​

As I woke this morning, I realized that I had forcefully drowned out the sound of fighting in my sleep.

In a quick email to one of my former students, I detailed the beginning of the war as I knew it.

She has not replied. Of course, being a wizard Marshall, she is far beyond men like me. It was improper.

As I stare out the window, I think of the parallels of my participation in the Grail War with my student. We were both young, and out to prove something.

I'm a man of thirty five years. She, ten less than I, by my memory.

She was, as I recall, the Master of Archer. She never told me anything about his identity when she studied under me.

We all forge bonds with our Servants. It is what we take from them that is important, for no one... to my knowledge, and by all that I know of the Root... is capable of retaining their Servant...

I await the clash to come. It is inevitable. It is only my duty to ensure the secrecy of Magecraft. My hands are a modern-day, slightly more ink-stained pair of mirrors that reflect those of Pontius Pilate.

There are no reportable night actions!

There will be no day-ending votes today.

 

Huh, it's been pretty quiet. The calm before the storm I think. Anyway, Jon is clearly only an arrogant dog that barely knows how to bark. I bet if we just ignore him he'll end up killing himself attacking one of us in a desperate bid for attention.

 

Hgf that hungry for blood? Today might have a promising start.

 

Hey, uh... people should post.

Or I start shooting spells at people and all...

 

As Geabe watches from his luxury hotel room, he senses an oncoming storm.

Surely, he thought, I am too old for this.

But he knows of the clashes that soon will follow. After all, did he not witness the War years ago, and the horrors which follow?

 

Who's cowering? When the time comes, Jon is going to be the first of my enemies to bleed. For now I will do as I'm told and wait for the moment when I can bathe in the blood of my enemies.

 

Anyone bored of Jon yet? All this talk and what does he do? Nothing.

 

C-c-come at me... mister King, sir.

(is that obvious enough?)

Obviously you are not truly all that strong, and merely boastful, if you couldn't overcome a mere child.

 

Well, roleplaying isn't really my thing as you can see, but I decided to try just for kicks. Also, I kind of wanted to put at least some life in to the thread.

Anyway, you'll realise my mega-awesomeness and skill soon and then you'll be sorry. You'll all be sorry.

 

*pats hgf on the head* You're so furry and cute!

 

You won't be thinking that when I kill you with my killing-thingy. I'll let the pat on the head go for now since I'm in a good mood after being called cute :3.

 

Huh. Hgf is playing big boy all of the sudden.

 

I don't think I'm allowed to confirm :3

 

I suppose anything is possible. 謎

 

Sacrifice situated himself in an abandoned shed, protected from melee attacks by magical sigils.

Swiftly, he assembled his enchanted psg-1. He attached the scope and put it to his eyes. Perfect working condition. Slowly, he inserted 12 bullets made out his own blood.

"This bullet will drive into your head, Jon." he laughed as he shook his head at the thought of the arrogant servant. The bullets resonated with Sacrifice's Magic Circuit as he finally put on a serious look.

"What are you, Jon? Perhaps the muscle bound Rider, or even Archer himself? Maybe, I should force you to show your Noble Phantasm." Sacrifice pondered.

Hgf, I fully support you attacking Jon. I wonder how his face would look upon death.

Also, Pyracrys, why are you so quiet? Who do you think is the MOST DANGEROUS servant, and why?