The Saber/Berserker Class, Yamato Takeru

This is a Roleplay Side-Blog of adachiame for Fate OC, Yamato Takeru and Yamato Alter. Forgive the barren and simple areas, I understand the need to fine tune the stats and the very Rough wips of the Noble Phantasms. ;w;  Follows will be from my main blog, adachiame

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

"...why do I feel a strange affinity with this saber?"

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

"Mun here, sorry to everyone I kind of vanished, irl's been real hectic and stressful for me these past several months."

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

"Mun here, so it looks like the saber in samurai remnant is shaping up to be Yamato Takeru, so I will preface that mine will obviously remain unchanged and be akin to Arthur type of deal"

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

@soulsbetrayed​

A little time later after the previous summon was another.  However when the light cleared the summoner would be greeted with a fairly taller and more oni surprise.

Looking down at the smaller summoner was a pair of golden hues that were both piercing, yet carried an air of disconnection to them.  “I take it you are the one who called me.  Berserker Class.  Yamato Alter...  Hm?  You are wondering where the normal Yamato is?  I’m sure my younger brother is trying conceal himself somewhere.“  The Berserker stated in a calm and collected fashion, which is a rarity for the class, he was able to carry normal conversation just fine, but the berserker trait just manifested differently for him.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

@soulsbetrayed​

The summoning this time seemed to build up something big and flashy, but when the light gave way to reality, the summoner would be greeted by an unusual encounter.

“Ah... so you are the one who summoned me.  Prince Osu of Yamato Province, Saber Cla-  Hm?  My appearance?  Well let’s just say I prefer this look over my original attire, it does make me look normal right?“  The Servant spoke in a polite and formal way introducing himself to the other.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

“. . .“

“. . . .“

The Storm God was uncharacteristically quiet for once.  Considering that incident was his fault, and he could just feel a set of vicious eyes from beyond that would most assuredly appear, if he chose to comment on it.

So he decided it’d be best if he were to refrain from commenting on this specific moment. 

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

“Oho?... it seems this ORT is more interesting than I initially considered... I wouldn’t mind testing my strength against it.“  The God of Storms spoke, excitement visible on his expression with that dangerous smile of his.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

“Oh this looks interesting, maybe I will hold my introductions for now.“  The Man was now laying casually like one was watching a show on a television while eating a rice ball.  Thank heavens that the meeting of this visitor and the ruler of olympus was postponed.  Cause it would be clear there would be much collateral damage involved.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

“Oho?  It seems as though the Greek Pantheon is stirring, perhaps I should try to pay a visit to them, they were always a distant visitor to us.  To truly see if they had what it took to be considered gods.“  The man would speak with a rather confident royal expression on his face. 

His eyes however gave a different sensation, like an apex predator would see potential rival/threat to deal with.  He and his sister were always way too similar when it came to their behavior.  Always doing things on a whim, and being divinity to be both feared and revered.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

Osu is just going to create some distance between him and Kotaro, he just had this overwhelming sense of dread. Was this an ill omen or curse being cast on the assassin or something?

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

Probably for the best, it sounds much better to sit in the library where it’s nice a quiet.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

“This Mesoamerican Lostbelt seems very interesting...“  The Divinity would comment, no stormwall could obscure his gaze, even ones created by a fantasy tree.  Though he would concede that it would prove difficult to force his way into it, but wouldn’t that be part of the entertainment?

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

The tall man would get quite the viewing spot from the Gala of where would likely be the battle site.  The scent of bloodlust in the air, the calm before the storm of a skirmish.  It provided perfect compliments to his spirits(liquor) he was partaking in.  Even if it wasn’t human vs human warfare, the deity was not too picky on the smaller details, war was war.  The look in the man’s eyes was something bestial, inhuman look of excitement, conflict, war, battle, all these were what this deity enjoyed most.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

Taking another sip of the spirits he was partaking in, the insects plaguing the gala would give a noticeable wide birth the area around the tall man with a thick air of divinity exuding from him.  However that was likely the least of guests’ concerns given the blood bath the gala owner just unleashed.   “Ha Ha Ha, this festivity is proving to be quite entertaining with these spectacles of violence.“  He was completely unfazed by the vocal threats the target of the owner’s wrath. 

To him, it meant little as an entity who like the mighty Sun Goddess, could destroy the entire world if it suited his mood.  Although his current state was likely not as strong as he usually is, cause I mean it’s sort of hard to fully emerge an entity comparable to a beast, even this container he currently had is little more than a distant dream for his full divine origins.  Despite all this, his presence was little more unstable than the usual cases, due to in part his nature.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

As panic and chaos was occurring at the Gala, a fairly tall built man was enjoying the food and any alcohol he could get his hands on.  This man was rather unperturbed by the events occurring, in fact he had an amused expression on his face.  “I was rather bored at this event, but now it’s starting to amuse me.  Tragedy better complements the spirit.  These western spirits are quite different from my usual offerings, but different doesn’t mean it’s bad either.  hm hm hm.“  The man remarks, it was quite clear he carried quite a potent divine spirit origin, but how much was hard to nail down.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

higaxbana​:

☠─ ━αɩժοɴеоႽ Great he’s going to get another headache from this isn’t he? He knows that whenever there is thunder there is going to be problems whether it’s his brother or not and this just cemented the fact. This is just going to be very bothersome and…….iritating for him that’s for sure.  ❝Ever heard of knocking three times on the floor? For better or for worst this is my domain which why you can smell the dead on me as it’s my job to rule. If you have an interest in us why not go and bother other gods like those up in Olypmus instead of the Underworld.❞

@theunluckyheroicspirit

The Vermilion Gaze of the currently unannounced divinity stared directly at the God of the Underworld, amusement was noticeable in his expression.  To be given such a glare upon his arrival, consider it a hunch he had that was connected to his reason for visiting these foreign lands.

“Hahaha, I could have deign to announce my presence more, but where would be the amusement in that?  Like the sky turns to storms with little warning, consider it merely a whim for me.  Whether you choose to believe it or not, this is my way of being polite.  Although...“ 

The Foreign Deity Addressed the God of the Underworld without a shred of hesitation, he continued his talk taking a single step forward and not step more than that, his face taking on a more intimidating facet.

“...by scent of death, I meant one that is so much larger than any amount of mortal deaths could hope to compare to.  I had been expecting to find something truly akin to alien, something far removed from humanoid form, more akin to armored sentient fortresses...“

The Foreign Deity in a land not his own, never knowing when to not speak his thoughts openly, no matter how impertinent, insolent, and/or abrupt it was.

[theunluckyheroicspirit]

Standing outside at night is taboo in this singularity, while it did make his choice of staying as far away from the cottage a risky one, knowing his history with curses, to him everything else paled in comparison to that moment of his life.  Plus he was used to people and things coming to kill him.  Surrounded by cutthroats while several of their bodies litter the area around him.  “Such malice this cursed ground holds in contempt, or would it be more accurate to say it carries a morose fascination with horror/fear.  Unfortunately for them, I carry little in the ways of fear in combat.“  Osu states calmly, removing his glasses to reveal a quite piercing gaze.