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Hues reflect light of ultramarine, promptly shutting themselves as a natural response. Seconds pass and the eyes of crimson wander about; taking notice of all before him. It is a rather strange world he has awoken in, and yet, not a master is present. Brows flicker, caught by the abnormal turn of events set out. Command seals are nowhere near his prana, in fact, his body is not borrowed by another. It is solid and real… as if resurrected by arts of black magic. Curiosity got the better of the king, about to travel some way before a voice would speak in his direction.

Turning an eye to someone who dare speak to his grace was but one offense… but to attempt to gain his attention through a screen was by far biting. With his expressionless face, a sword casts down from up above and crashes through the blue soft light where she spoke. Her speech went unheard by the king, not a single bit of danger nor so much as his objective was heard. Taking his new residence into a count, Gilgamesh continued onward to explore the vast new world.

City of a grand scale meet his query; busy and full to his liking. Filled with goods he has not seen before, beasts lurking behind large forests for the taming. Lacking a grail and structure of a war, this has indeed been a detour from his exceptions. It is the first time in centuries since the King of Heroes owned a kingdom. In a swift nod and calm smile, he inhales the freshness of the air around him. Claiming to himself — the only one who will hold weight in this world or any —

“I shall take it.”

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“Ah, dammit.”

In a city damned by ruin and not a soul to call forth, lies a hospital standing with all the works still intact. Foundation sturdy, grass kept cut; in good care. A busy staff of nurses, doctors, the like — all just about full of themselves with the secrets they refuse to give out. White is a color best reserved for the clean, not scum. In yet such a world no longer exists. All good are infected, while all evil strives above. Shameful. How damn pitiful of the world to have fallen so. What was even worse about the whole thing was how a damn servant managed to find himself locked away in that rotten world.

Blurs were not quite a shocking thing to see in damaged city. But a strange flash of both crimson and blue are anything but normal. Such a thing is at fault with that servant of the Lancer class; searching about for signs of life or even an escape aside from death. To no go, his efforts wasted as if luck played its part. “Looks like I’m really stick in this hell hole, heh?” the infected Irishmen mutters, his back arched upon a ledge. Nights fallen, the sky lit with stars. Beautiful sights that may have even matched the lights back home. However, his reason for being here had sullied such a thing.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—” irritant roars from the knight in blue echoed through urban halls, red ripping winds when twirled. That demonic spear rested on stiffed shoulders, intent to kill lingering in his presence. 

“This is shit! I’m in the mood to kill someone; anyone!”

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Eclipse | Open.

Suspended in glee above city skies is the newest addition to the visitors, Judal. He hovers with his knees bent and eyes widened at the sheer size of a cityin Japan, a sight that would still take in his awe at every glance. Everything was so bright compared to how things looked back in his world, with there being less plantation and more industrialization the old geezers that predicted such economical advances weren’t just blowing corn everywhere when they spoke. Far and wide, it had truly become a world filled with people at every turn.

Buzzing, cheering, crying, and living! Each and everyone of these people living soundly while a secret war is being held under their noses. People living day and and day out without so much as a suspicious that something under the guise of a ‘grail’ would be bringing all of these potential evil people among them. Ignorance was bliss, so they say. But news reports speaking of countless abductions of children, murders, and damages by unseen forces were all a craze. Was it really okay for them not to know that they were in danger? It’s wrong! It must be stopped! Someone must guide these people down the right path.

The path ofWAR.

Who were they to be ignored? Was it not their world under attack? Why wage war with dead people and stolen warriors, when you can easily ignite the flames of a revolt!? Surely, if the innocent masses were told of this Grail War, it being brought into the light; such a thing would create turmoil. Political leaders will uncover truths, monsters summoned by wish-making cup would be targets, anti-war groups would spring up and enforced peach between the servants calling them human. Whiny little shits run a muck as they are drenched in fear for their lives. Feelings stir up enough to want to kill each other. Magical beings are the cause for all these tragedies? End of the world activists playing their religious flutes of stupidity.

And and all leading to other countries wishing to bomb Japan of it’s inhabitants of these so called, monsters. The media today can easily be toyed with nowadays, much more rewarding then back home. “Hahahaha! I’l show them that we exist and turn this thing around!” laughed Judal, a caster summoned by the very war he wishes to conflict. He waves his wand around, sending it into the air from his toying fingers, as he then plucks clouds surrounding his location.

Times passes, Judal gazing down with hundreds of eyes now feeling his skin. There is large shadow casting down over city lights, it’s massive size is gradually gaining attention from all corners of Japan; not only Fuyuki. It a giant sphere of lightning magic which forms, growing, GROWING,GROWING!

“…I wonder if this will cause enough damage? Kuku…kukuahahahahaha!”

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☽ Let’s Get This Party Started! | Open

“OKAY!”

Galloping through the skies, the magnificent sight of a steed equipped with bike-like handles take in scenery with cheer. Beautiful, were the lights that blaze the city, not a star could be seen in the night. Never once had this old soul ever seen this with his one sharp eyes; impressed by how advanced the world had become. Even with summoning knowledge prior to entering modern times, he was eager to feel the wind brush against his signature helmet. 

At the ready, Date Masamune sits with arms folded to his chest. Brimming with confidence, together with his determination for a little fun, the samurai watches for any traces of servants that were also prepared to get things moving. Masters aside — no rules! Just two starving warriors of legend willing to kill one another if need by. The war didn’t matter worth a damn to Masamune. Hell, There wasn’t even a wish in heart. All that mattered was just crossing blades with other fools like him.

Some time had passed since his search began, and it was a total waste of time so far. “No show, eh!?” he shouted to those that may be watching his moves. Another saber, a peeking archer, maybe even a damned berserker to leave a grand scale of damage; anything! Feet tapped the sides of his horse, stiff was his neck and fed up with bored was he. On top of the tallest building he could find, he turned with all of his soul —

“‘CMON! WHERE YA AT!?”

Roared the dragon! Conviction in his heart, needing someone to take his spirit and set it aflame!

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A man without sugar is a man without a stiff boner. | Open

Milk tossed out the fridge, broken was the bottle on the floor. Carpet’s soaking up all the white fluid, going to stink up in a few hours. Didn’t matter since it wasn’t his place to crash, anyway. Hands splattered all other foods out of the way; until broke it all with a boot to the glass. Sounds alarmed other residents, but they were of no importance at the moment. If he wanted to worry about what the other people were buzzing on about he’d simply take a dump in the middle of the road. Too bad for them, all that’s on his mind if the sweet taste of strawberries and chocolate.

The male leaped out of the open window to his right, and into the home of another. To the kitchen it was, one again raiding all that there was that may have held food. Yet, nothing appealed to him at all. In his hands was a banana, ripe and ready for eating; but mattered not — again. “Just who the hell buys bananas without any vanilla ice cream or chocolate syrup!? Are you people all fucking kiddin’ me!?” he shouted, smashing right through the wooden door he had ignored previously, and taking to the streets.

As of now, Gin runs into multiple homes. Inspecting eyes of the sweet-toothed ape, desperate to get glucose running through his body. Failure was not an option, he’d find one place that had something to eat. Or death. Of all places, barging into yet another home, Gintoki stumbles upon some vanilla ice cream — finally for him to devour til he is content! But two things was still needed; two items to make the perfect sundae: Chocolate and Strawberries. 

“THE THE HELL ARE ALL THE SWEETS IN THIS PLACE!?” screamed the mad man, turning to glare towards the owner of the home itself. 

“WHERE ARE ALL THE SWEETS YOU SON OF A BITCH!?”

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Replenishing | Open

Night has fallen over the skies of the city. Moonlight shines over the campus and its students without discrimination, peering through each window that failed to block the light. It was times like this that old stories would daunt the fainthearted. Any student that walked the streets at night knows of the tales that haunt the city itself. An old tale of man that would kill his targets without warning, all to replenish his life force so that he may live in this world that he had long departed since before the time of Jesus Christ. 

In the darkness of the night sky, a glittery form of golden dust will appear, gliding through the air. Gold that twist and turned its way to before victims. The tale speaks of dust elegantly clustering together. And almost magically, it is said to become the figure of a man that shared features of a foreigner. A handsome man that rips out your heart as soon as you lay eyes on his. Crimson eyes that entrap even the most strong willed. 

The setting: a path heavily associated with the police the most targeted location of all the city. Alone, a single pedestrian is seen walking on this very path. Lonesome and defenseless, yet high and mighty, brimming with life. Suddenly, the met with a male that proudly stands in their way, blocking them access beyond that of his eyes. Red, they glow, his eyes only on this unsuspecting person. Tension fills the air, he is not here to simply stare them down. 

He speaks, his voice able to cause others to feel a spine-chilling sensation. 

“…It has indeed been quite awhile since I have drank from the sweet nectar of life. Abstain form further beliefs that you are to live past this moment , for you are now a feast fit for a king.”

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A bright lit day welcomed all those of the world this day, this day of relaxation to which was earned. The endless traveling and unraveling of strange truths had began to weigh on those who sought out such strange answers. Time to heal sore muscles moved on in, yet an uneasy feeling continued to clutch around the neck of the servant in black. For Pandora’s use this man and his master were well known throughout the organization. Even on days such as this, with light winds and air to humble, would call for sudden shift in comfort.

Out on the town was said servant, Gilbert Nightray. Donned in his long black coat, beloned top hat — even in cool weather. On his face was a frown, muttering nasty things as he passed civilians on the street. From the amount of swears coming from Gilbert, two names were made out from the collection of gibberish: Oz, and Break. It seems as if he had been toyed with until he’d go and fetch some kind of item they’d all enjoy. Of course, he’d be happy to do this if he hadn’t been busy at the time with baking. His further grumbles would alarm passers easily, back to his former ways under the name of Raven. 

When it came to people, Gilbert was not exactly equipped with the social skills to acknowledge them, he’d ignore most of those who wished to grab his attention from either irritation — or when it came to ladies — embarrassment. that trait of not being able to handle women who stare at him is what brings him to a halt from marching off. What appears to be a woman whom had just so happened to cause his eyes to glance her way. No. It was not a chance. He spotted someone very familiar not too far away; eyes of blue, filed with hate. The grown man lets out a shriek while falling backward into others casing a pile of rustled jimmies.

"S-shit!"

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Chance! |Open

A war, a war~ The very word sent chills up his spine just thinking about it. Pawns being pushes and shoved around orders from up top. The residents of the lesser side suffering while they're nation's leader is driven to make that one horrible choice. On the brink of poverty, despair -- what have you. It was always something; a reason. Reasoning for each and every war breaking out, was there not? At the route of it all were greedy, detestable, wolfs in sheep's clothing. People who ruled over others, craving -- seeking even more power in their vast amount of greed. He was bored. He needed to create a war of his own.

But what this 'war' was lacking, is a nice shove in the right direction. Sending everyone to hell proved to be a troublesome task, trying it again would just be tasteless. Stealing what that Stupid King held on him was enough for a laugh here and there, so was teasing his little butt buddy assassin. Now was the time to cause some kind of turmoil by not lifting a finger. However, since there are no old farts, nor deranged women, as in Kou, around here... Doing just that is harder than it looks. No use in even bothering with that nun and her heavenly speech, she's annoying as it is.

What to do... What to do~