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Kay knighting Mash and declaring her an equal in the Round Table, partially to spite Galahad, but partially to give her the confidence boost she definitely needs in the LBs. Siri send tweet
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  Come and get your fill of the Best Boy and Mr. Mats Farmer himself, the Archer of Armiati, Arash! As written by Rich, taking into account both legend and game. Character and writer 21+. Nsfvv content possible, will be tagged appropriately.   home | about | stats | ooc
  âIn much the same way a man wracked of thirst might consider ditchwater the finest wine, I suppose I could consider the Knight of the Sun pretty.â
lacobscurâ:
âIn our defense, it did at one point appear in front of the round table and make us all dinner before the expeditions began, so some cup of magical power definitely existed.â The whole quest for it was pretty stupid, though. Lancelot does admit that.
He watches their explanation with sincere concentration â heâs giving his best attempt to track where itâs going, and still feels a little left behind. Magic has never been his forte. Even when capable of proper strategy, he still preferred the hack-and-slash type of problem solving. âSo you managed to hook up the training shifts to your video game, is what Iâm getting from this? How is it run? â Actually, no, donât answer that.â He already knows heâs not going to comprehend the answer.
âBetter question. How do you, ah..â he waves his hand in the air, looking for the phrase. âHarvest from it, as the shifts involve multiple servants dragging the crystals back from magic safeguards, and this seems to involve no Servants.â He thinks. Heâs trying very hard not to sound like a complete idiot, despite the fact that all heâs understood is something-something-Merlin-video-game-QP.
  âYour memory must be better than mine, but I suppose any day away from Gawainâs idea of cooking could be considered a miracle.â It was the premium issue of welcoming a dream-meddler and illusionist into the court; nothing could be trusted at face value. Kayâd spent too long with Wart and the bastard in question for the glimmer on that Heaven-sent chalice to not wear thin.
  âThe difference is simple: they pull in crystals valuing around a million per harvest. Iâd appraise this, in purity and structure, at about...â They held up the crystal to the office-style fluorescent lights above, â--seventeen. Iâm using the game to visualize and externalize my Self, the World says âhey, donât do that,â the remnant of that patch job is a trace amount of quantum particles.â No, Lancelot had that stare, he wasnât getting it. âHow to put it... Iâm pulling my insides out and when reality shoves them back in, it leaves this behind as residue.â
lacobscurâ:
âI am not educated in art, so I canât argue that point, but it seems to also be a monument to how much patience and remarkable amount of free time you have for moving around imaginary blocks.â
  âThere was a cup that it was rumored a carpenter in the Middle East drank out of or, alternatively, bled into. We then proceeded to finance, blood and coin, expeditions to find this cup.â Now, it turned out that such a thing very well existed, at least in some form, but it wasnât like Percival or Galahad ever came around to share it before the end.
  âMm, the contrary -- this is a direct means of resource collection. The conceit of creating an imaginary world is not too different from that of the esoteric Reality Marble magic. Insofar as Iâve been able to wrest from Merlin and the Chaldean archives (they donât care for the topic, apparently), conceptualizing this inner world into a visual, moldable form through a video game... It isnât unlike creating a model. A way by which to make your inner world outer, to swap the Self with the World. And though making a true Marble is for proper magicians, a touch of vulgar magic...â A hand strayed away from the controller. Kay paused (the game), tensed, exhaled. The space above that outstretched hand shuddered, dipped, and tore itself open -- for a moment, a glimpse into a well-worn war-room, stone lit by torches -- only to buckle back into condensed cyan rock, spiritron flux crystallized.
  âItâs not efficient, but itâll keep your Fog of Glory charged without prana hunger pangs.â
lacobscurâ:
âOne day I will be powerful enough to outsmart Kay.â No, he wonât, but itâs nice to have dreams.
  âWere it only a matter of power. Now, to the point: this is called Minecraft, and itâs art.â
  âSo, good news: El-Melloi and I messed around and we figured out how to get Twitch through Chaldeaâs firewalls. Bad news: we put on the MST3K Turkey Day marathon, and Caster of Menlo Park walked by and saw it. We left before the second movie because he just kept looking angrier. Shame, too. Think it was Manos.â
heofheartâ:
   đșf course, Sir Kay would challenge him to a friendly spar â while subtly insulting him. To insinuate the Sun Knight would ever shy away at a chance to prove himself to his brothers in armsâ or in this momentâ his Auntâ Uncleâ in law ? He wasnât sure which the other Knight preferred now considering the form they were summoned in. Which Gawain had no qualms with either way. They were all still knightsâ and Sir Kayâs habit of bullying him surely hadnât changed either. The younger knight huffs his chest as his arms cross defensively.Â
           â đ»lease, Sir đđȘđ, you insult my honor to talk so brashly.                Itâs insult to my character to assume I would turn down a                challenge based on some extra flesh beneath your breastplate.                Do you have no sense of being honorable in barking                challenges like an unruly babe? Or did you swallow your                maturity down when you were summoned? â
  Subtly? Theyâd have to try harder next time. The roughness wasnât reserved for Gawain, by any means: anyone thinking that a sword and noble birth made them better than the poor bastards who worked their fingers raw growing bread or barley. It was only their duty to stand in opposition, force them to claim their righteousness. Sandpaper, but for people. For Kayâs part, they didnât see much point in differentiating in age these days...sixteen hundred and forty-four wasnât much more impressive than sixteen hundred nineteen. And all that before another natural twenty-seven for the vessel.
  âHonor is saved for bards and books; I donât see either here.â Glancing down at an imaginary watch, the knight nodded, self-satisfied. âAnd that...is three past one. Perfect. Iâm ready to fight now.â
  Kay, as a Demi-Servant, isnât actually all that beefy in the long-term. Theyâre mortal, for one, and while their Mystery allows them a certain level of durability in Nine Days / Nine Nights and Ruler classing, should they die? Itâs back to the Throne, most likely without any of the memory of their life as Tracy, and the long play in managing their reincarnation is for nothing.
berserkingalterâ:
âIâm built strongly, I can cleave through most matter with ease thanks to my blade and the strength thatâs backed behind it. Never doubt the power of Excalibur⊠even in unworthy hands.â
  âBemoan your perceived corruption as long as you might like, Wart, but even in my prime, I could barely stand to handle the damned sword. Worthy or not, it picked you.â
kay voice: are ya winnin son
okixxtsâ:
âI know Nobunaga is strong, but I wish she were here. I donât know why someone here would capture her. Nobu has no relationship with Avalon kingdom.â
  âExactly. Only those with relation to Camelot have any connection to Avalon; and even then, most of us hardly dealt with the Fae. Lancelot, Wart, and Merlin -- thatâs the majority. As such: Archer was most likely a target of opportunity.â
  âShould the worst come to pass, her Spirit Origin is registered in Chaldeaâs summoning system. You wonât be without her for too long.â
okixxtsâ:
âI⊠I need to find where Nobu is trapped. We should go the gala together.â
  âThe Archer of Ambition will be fine, Saber. Sheâll not so easily keel over and die.â Beat. Not the most polite, even for Kay. âNo offense.â
  Meanwhile, having opted to not attend the ball in the first place, Kay has enjoyed the run of Chaldea. This entails not only using SHEBAâs bandwidth to observe several wanted video games enough to replicate them, but macaroni and cheese for dinner every night without any Nameless Archers tutting over nutrition, exclusive access to the simulator, and a drastic downturn in the number of uncomfortable conversations with fellow knights!
  The quietly private KOTR Slack channelâs buzzing with updates regarding whoâs died and whoâs killed them, and thatâs drama enough. No need to revisit the land of Fae -- after all, Merlin lives there, and Merlin sucks.
  âBefore I had my revelation, I did a fair amount of mechanicâs work. Went to college for it, even. Donât think I could hold a candle to Caster of Menlo Park or Archer of Austria, but...in a pinch, all yâreally need is tâkeep things goinâ a little longer, right?â
heofheartâ:
@sourrulerâ : âIâm about to say the Lordâs name in vain.â
         â đ€đ·đŹđ”đźâ p-pleaseâ  â
  âPrepare.â
  ...   ...   ...
  âFuckinâ Christ.â