The Golden Hunt

Rider ｢I chase after gold so that I can scatter it like a storm! ｣ Rank: Citizen Residence: E - 6

[deargadh-deactivated20140831]

“ .. Damned luck of mine. “ 

[theeventidetempest]

"Unlucky, eh?"

[theeventidetempest]

     "Oi oi, no more fireworks today, eh? That's no good."

     "I stockpiled on some more too. Guess I might as well light them off, anyways. A shame there won't be any more going on, though."

[rejoicing-priest-blog1]

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[rejoicing-priest-blog1]

    The gunshot…certainly stopped him.

For a while, Kirei’s didn’t even budge. That sound was…quite familiar. He couldn’t help but grin to himself, turned away from the source of the noise. Of course, it would be too much to hope for…and it was, considering the voice that sounded out an order soon after the din was over.

A small sigh, with the hit of a chuckle. “Or what? You will put a bullet through my chest?" With his back still turned, Kirei shook his head. "Heh. We’d have to see how far you would get with that." His black heart pulsed, just once. And with that silent signal, the priest turned around, stepping away from the bookshelf, his hands raised ever so slightly.

Hmm. Now who could this woman be? She has a familiar aura, one that I know well…but I am certainly unfamiliar with her appearance. “Will you be looking through all of the other shelves first, as well?" Kotomine gestured all around him, at the rows and rows of bookshelves lining the walls, filled to the brim with tomes and scrolls, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "If so, I would welcome the aid. We have quite a bit to get through.”

The wolfish grin on his face matched her own. It would have been quite the sight, had someone been there to witness it. Two people with incredibly dangerous auras, staring each other down and grinning at each other, each one positive they were in absolutely no danger from the other. 

Kirei gave a curt laugh, shaking his head. “Do you mind lowering your weapon? We’ve got all day, and it will probably just slow you down. If you do not mind, I might as well move on to the other shelves. Like I said, we have our work cut out for us.”

[theeventidetempest]

     There was a sense of fearlessness that the other emanated. It was a great sensation, and if nothing else, it was certainly commendable. Above all, however, it was interesting. Seems like there was more to this man than his apparent priesthood and that wicked mullet of his.

     Rider's lips quirked slightly, that carnivorous sneer showing hints of joviality within. Maybe this man would prove to add a little more interest to this already dull task.

     "Hah! And here I thought you'd end up being some coward quivering at their boots. Glad to see I was wrong," she laughed as well, appreciating the sarcasm for what it was worth. It was just her type of humor-- the darker the better.

     The pistol which was once directed at Kirei was raised instead, and idly, the Rider-class servant began to spin her weapon whimsically, yet with expert care.

     "Fine, fine. I don't mind a little company. If anything, having a partner should make things speed up a bit. So you just step on over there and leave this spot to me for now, eh?"

     Soon diving her firearm into the hilt at her side, Rider gestures aside. A treasure hunt without any contenders just isn't as enjoyable, so the company was appreciated... albeit, as soon as they found anything that seemed to have been worth anything, it would have been time to bid farewell.

     "So get cracking, swabbie. We got our work cut out for us, after all."

[theeventidetempest]

     "Free candy, eh?! I'm on my way!"

     And thus, she went on pillaging as much candy as she could.

[theeventidetempest]

     "Been lots of animals running around Sector Six, lately... heard someone let them out so they all escaped, or something like that."

     "Sounds like a great time to go hunting. There's some places that pay good for animal hides, after all..."

[tohsakaheiress]

"I don’t like this city, though. Too much technology around."

[theeventidetempest]

     "I'll agree with you there. Too many damn cameras and security devices around-- makes profiting off of the spoils of others hard without getting chased after by the authorities."

[theeventidetempest]

     Looking to have some new RPs! If anyone's interested in RPing with Rider-- other Fate seriesmates in particular would be nice ;-)-- then please message me or like this, and I'll write something up for you! Thanks!

[rejoicing-priest-blog1]

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    Sliding the door shut behind him, Kirei gave a sigh, his eyes closed. When he finally opened them again, he was faced with a concrete hall, lined with shelves and shelves…of books, scrolls, and goodness knows what other kinds of reading material. And, of course, hardly any of it was readable. Almost everything was completely destroyed, whether it be by mold or dust, or something else entirely. If there ever existed a monument to the collapse of human knowledge, it was this place.

District Epsilon, they call it. My new home in this godforsaken excuse for a city.

The priest couldn’t help but grin, looking around. He had just finished checking on his current living space, a dusty corner of the ancient archives, sealed away by an ancient wooden door. He hardly needed such a place to call home, but it was good to know that he had someplace to come back to if need be. Hopefully, sometime soon, he would be able to move in someplace more comfortable.

In the meanwhile, the man ran his fingers along the broken-down shelves, eyeing the tomes one by one, trying to find something that wasn’t completely destroyed so he could have a look. It is a productive way to spend time, he thought, as long as I can find something that I could learn from. 

This is how it was for him back home, as well. He would engross himself in study of old tomes for hours on end, figuring out the human mind, and all of the secrets it could unravel for him. It was intriguing. Even just paying attention to the studies of other men could tell one so much about them. If I can find something, anything of the sort here, I’ll be able to understand what’s actually happening…I hope. And so, he searched.

[theeventidetempest]

     Lo and behold, the gaudy eirei had made her appearance within the dingy district, wandering about as if on a mission of sorts. That mission being: profit. There was profit to be made here, somehow. ... Albeit, even Rider had considered it a bit of a stretch.

     Books and the like, while not anything particularly great, could be worth a fortune to some. And if anything, what was fueling the servant on in her relatively dull search so far was the promise of finding something at least interesting-- like a treasure hunt, of sorts. In fact, putting it that way made her feel all the more excited to actually find something.

     Alas, looking through books was time-consuming, and so far relatively unrewarding.

     Despite her looks, and despite her passion for all things exciting and loud, it wasn't above her to read through a handful of books. On the open seas, there was little else to do at times when not manning the ship and going about the rest of her typical business. Reading was a good way to pass the time, through and through. But... admittedly, all this was a bit much for her.

     And so, as she went about her travels throughout the dilapidated library, as she saw someone else wading through the aisles of tomes, Rider couldn't help but crack a grin. And as Kirei reached out to grab a particular book of sorts...

     The sound of a bullet being shot pierced the particularly still air.

     "Hold it," the villain commanded, grin visibly expanding on her scarred face.

     "Don't mind me, priest, but I'll be taking a look through this shelf first. Now, step back."

[bizzitybeastboy]

"This place is so boring!!”

"It’s agonizing! I feel like I’m gonna die of boredom! Does anyone wanna hit up an arcade or something? Come on, anyone?”

[theeventidetempest]

     "Boring? Kid, you shouldn't be complaining so soon. Have you even looked around? Plenty of stuff to do, so shut your trap already."

     "... Anyways, what's an arcade?"

[kurarento-deactivated20140717]

◀♛▶ “You speak as if those trinkets would even pose a threat to me, Eirei. The battlefield is no place for toys.”

[theeventidetempest]

     "Oho, toys?"

     "These toys are packing more firepower than that flimsy thing there. You doubting them, kid? I wouldn't mind giving you a little taste of what these can do."

[kurarento-deactivated20140717]

◀♛▶ “If they believe me incapable of defending myself with this wooden blade, I will readily show them otherwise. A welcome challenge, if I ever have seen one.”

[theeventidetempest]

     "Hah! Nice to hear a newcomer with a little energy, for once. Even so, that blade isn't going to get you far, pipsqueak."

     "Especially not against guns like these."

[foolhardied]

     Pushed aside, Nowi simply steps right back up again, cheeks puffed as she watches Miss New Booty walk away. 

     ”You jerk…! You’ll see!”

     Muttering angrily she’s quick to grab her dragonstone, and where once a small little girl stood now existed a rather large dragon.

     ”HEY, GRANNY-PANTS!” A stretch of the jaws reveals specks of energy beginning to form in the back of Nowi’s throat. Soon enough a fully-formed bolt of fire ejects, hurling straight towards the woman.

[theeventidetempest]

     It's a good thing she had great reaction time. Turning at the sound of the other's voice, Rider's quick to fling herself away, being relatively acrobatic despite her clothing-- evading the burst of flame just in time to singe a bit of the tail-end of her coat.

     "Thought there was something fishy about you... so, I was talking to a dragon the whole time, eh? How about that."

     "Glad you showed yourself sooner rather than later!"

     And with a wicked grin flourishing on the eirei's features, she's quick to point her guns at the other, firing.

[kerryemiya-deactivated20140806]

聖杯（騎馬）戦争 Pixiv ID: 25093874 Artist: みぃ

[counterguardian]

Kill Your Heroes ↣

"There he is! Apprehend the subject!"

Gunshots could be heard throughout the streets. Bullets ricocheting off the pavement, buildings, anywhere that he had once been at. Foot steps light as he maneuvered about. "Trace…" A single word, a spell of victory whispered out into the wind. Magic coming forth from his palms, twisting, turning, shaping. An image of his victory. Blades.

The first set was thrown forward as he rolled behind a stationed vehicle. The weapons seeming to have missed their targets in flight. A pause in shots being given then as confusion set in. Fools, they should have never halted. 

                                 Kanshou

                                                   Bakuya 

He was a man that only trusted in a sword. An object that would never betray him, something that would never leave. 

"Come!" Archer called out for his weapons as he vaulted over the car. The blades in flight obeying their master, spinning so their course turned back around. Troops who were too distracted by his presence in front were easily cut down from behind. Hands lunging out, fingers curling around the grip of his partners as he slid, taking out yet another enemy.

Three down now. The current squad only having two remaining. Whether luck was on their side or not was unknown. They had been foolish to think to take him on. No matter how suspicious, his killer intent was without question. 

He was not some boy yet to bloody his hands anymore.

"There he is on the left, cover fire for those remaining!"

He was a grim reaper.

More arrived, attempting to best him in the field. He glanced back, smirking at first before seeing their numbers. Tongue clicking in annoyance as it was noted that this number was too vast for close quarters. As long as they carried those guns that is.

How nostalgic this all felt. How interesting. It was as if he was being hunted once more. Just like on the fatal day of his first true death.

"My my, I didn’t think myself so famous." Jokes escaped upraised lips as he shrugged. Arms raised at first as if to surrender, waiting. With the damage he had done, with their corruption, they weren’t about to just kill him in one shot cleanly. No, they would take their time. Much like he would.

    —— Closer, closer, come to me.

He dropped his weapons then. The perfect steel shattering like glass on impact with the ground, exploding out in a blinding light.

Gunshots could be heard throughout the streets.

[theeventidetempest]

     And with gunshots, the interest of Rider came with it.

     Firefights were one of the many joys in life, and one of Rider's largest ones. Battles that ended in death for either party, with explosions of shrapnel and bullets illuminating the battlefield... it was a pleasure that was as transient as it was sudden.

     Sheer bliss. That's what it was.

     Naturally brought toward the hubbub like a moth to the flame, the gaudy Noble Spirit stood nearby, scouting out the situation with a small look of surprise on her features.

     "Well well, look who it is..."

     A snicker came and went as blue eyes scoured out the militia's target of the day, clad in an unforgettable red with an even more unforgettably bleached white hairstyle.

     "Didn't take him for the type to get harassed by the law... hah!"

     And as RIder's thoughts became audible, the eirei's footsteps grew closer and closer, impelled by battle, entertained by action. And yet... there was just something pathetic about this, wasn't there? It was a battle of one against many. Normally, it would have been a losing battle. But for their kind? Against regular people, the tides were in the spirits' favor. ... But even with that in mind, Rider's trigger finger was itching.

     Was she concerned about Archer's safety? Of course not. Was she concerned about the law enforcement's safety? As if.

     No, no. When it came to either party, there was no reason to feel concern, nor anything else for that matter other that recognition. All that mattered was the inevitable crash. ... And, frankly, she would have preferred seeing the crash of the police force more so than the crash of the servant nearby.

"Hey! Get back! No civilians past this point! It's dangerous!"

     And she paused mid-step then and there, behind the squad's position as one approached her, readily armed. ... And casually, Rider gave the man before her a smile.

     "Dangerous? This? ... This isn't dangerous."

     And with that, she drew her pistols, one pointed at the group, and the other to the straggler that had confronted her.

     "This is what's dangerous!"

     And with a hellacious cackle, Rider shot forth from behind in machine gun-like repetition-- the burst of gunfire causing even more alarm for the squad.

[theeventidetempest]

     "Glad to know everyone's so talkative today! You all keep having fun."

     And with that, Rider goes to rob the nearest bar to steal all of their booze. Not like the added security forces scared her, or anything!

[theeventidetempest]

"More dragons, eh?"

[archersarm-blog]