...You're making it sound like we're in the middle of a science fiction novel.
[He just wants to get back being an Overseer! God!]
[A low sigh.]
Honestly, the rest of these people seem...well, I hate to say it, but they might be from parallel worlds too. Most of them have weird sorts of knowledge that just doesn't add up. I'm sure you've noticed that too.
[That he got caught in some Noble Phantasm, and now he's here. Like in some magical box. He stares straight ahead, eyebrow furrowed as he thinks.]
But then again, even Reality Marbles have their limitations, as far as I'm aware. To sustain this amount of people in it, and take away our abilities on top of it...that's nothing to sneeze at.
Indeed. I cannot think of any Servant capable of such a feat...
[Even if he takes on the generous assumption that this is a result of multiple Servants -- which is already stretching the limits of his imagination -- there is no explanation for the scale.]
Reality Marbles are not easily maintained, either. It has been a couple of hours, and yet nothing has changed.
[...]
As reluctant though I am to admit, this might be something beyond my scope of understanding. Only time will tell.
[His manner isn't quite frosty, but there is an immediate level of protectiveness apparent that he doesn't bother to hide, and he turns his stare to the other immediately.
[Now that IS interesting. Another mystery, on top of all mysteries.]
[He folds his arms.]
Nothing is adding up. [Its' like a 2+2=5 situation here. It doesn't make sense.] Maybe this world is the one providing it to you, though how that would work, I can't say.
Refer to me as "Archer" for now, though I would not be surprised if you knew my True Name at this point.
[His form isn't subtle. Neither is the profile putting all of his business on blast. Really, his only condolence is realizing that not many people are familiar with his planet, let alone his lore.]
It might be an unnecessary step, but until I know for certain...
[If Hansa would please not go telling everyone what the magical centaur is really called]
[He lets out a light chuckle - of course, he can guess as to who this man is. Not too many centaurs in myths, and especially with that class...yeah. He Knows.]
Oh, for sure. I'm an Overseer, after all. Your True Names and all that stuff isn't my business. Archer you are, and Archer you shall be. That's that.
[Spoken with gratitude, because given the circumstances, well -- this could have been a much uglier conversation. The presence of Servants tends to bring out the worst in mages for a variety of reasons.
Then again, it's as Hansa said: he's an Overseer. It's his job to moderate the oddities of such situations, even if they have no evidence they're in a War.]
For now, I think it would be in our best interests to cooperate. There might not be a Grail to claim here, and even if there is, we must first escape.
That's very true. Usually, I wouldn't go out of my way to help a Servant, since I'm neutral...but in these circumstances, since a Grail doesn't seem in play at the moment, I'll do the best I can to help.
[It does annoy him that maybe he's in this situation just to get him out of the way so that those stupid Americans can play around without Church interference...but hey, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.]
Also, just out of curiosity...you haven't seen any other Servants or even Masters around, have you?
It's a split second decision that will have consequences no matter the path he places himself on, but "Archer" knows the folly of allegiances built off distrust. He cannot demand cooperation without giving it in turn. Besides, those profiles already spilled the truth if you know where to look. There's only one logical choice]
... I know of one other Servant here, yes.
[They've reached the point where a barrier will keep them from walking any further into the forest, so Archer stops them there, glancing off to the side]
Even moreso than I, they are dedicated to keeping balance and restraint. I believe it's to everyone's benefit that they have been called here.
Sounds like the type of Servant we need around here, honestly.
[Balance and restraint...hey, much like an Overseer. Hansa nods, turning before he hits the barrier - he's been this way earlier to try to see if there was a way out of the woods, and he knows its there.]
Anyways, I'll run into them soon enough. Thanks for telling me. If I see or meet any Masters or anyone else that might be important to know about, I'll give you a heads up. [A short sigh.] Ah, I miss my cell phone...I would've just texted...
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[He just wants to get back being an Overseer! God!]
[A low sigh.]
Honestly, the rest of these people seem...well, I hate to say it, but they might be from parallel worlds too. Most of them have weird sorts of knowledge that just doesn't add up. I'm sure you've noticed that too.
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[He's just saying]
And I have. There are similarities, but none that are easily traced to a common source.
[... Which means the consequences of this "simple" kidnapping are far-reaching in ways even he can't measure. And that is concerning.]
Do you believe this to be a Reality Marble?
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[That he got caught in some Noble Phantasm, and now he's here. Like in some magical box. He stares straight ahead, eyebrow furrowed as he thinks.]
But then again, even Reality Marbles have their limitations, as far as I'm aware. To sustain this amount of people in it, and take away our abilities on top of it...that's nothing to sneeze at.
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[Even if he takes on the generous assumption that this is a result of multiple Servants -- which is already stretching the limits of his imagination -- there is no explanation for the scale.]
Reality Marbles are not easily maintained, either. It has been a couple of hours, and yet nothing has changed.
[...]
As reluctant though I am to admit, this might be something beyond my scope of understanding. Only time will tell.
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[CAN WE HURRY THIS MURDERGAME UP HE HAS A GLASS FULL OF HOT PEPPERS WAITING FOR HIM AT HOME!! also a grail war he guesses lol]
...Hey. [He turns to face Chiron, suddenly.] Since you're a Servant...who's your Master?
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[His manner isn't quite frosty, but there is an immediate level of protectiveness apparent that he doesn't bother to hide, and he turns his stare to the other immediately.
Perhaps ask another question.]
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Didn't mean to be that prying. I was more or less asking if you had one in the first place. I guess you gave me my answer.
[Since a Servant without a Master won't last for too long, indeed.]
Do you think they're still providing enough mana to keep you around, even in here?
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They are no longer supplying mana to me. That much I am certain of.
[...]
Which then begs the question of how I'm able to maintain my form in the first place.
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[Now that IS interesting. Another mystery, on top of all mysteries.]
[He folds his arms.]
Nothing is adding up. [Its' like a 2+2=5 situation here. It doesn't make sense.] Maybe this world is the one providing it to you, though how that would work, I can't say.
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It's possible. While I don't feel any connection to these lands, that could also be a result of whatever is dampening our abilities.
[It's conjecture, however, in the same vein as "we don't know so all we can do is theorize", and that is... frustrating.
It will do him no good to express it, however, and so he switches gears instead.]
Your name? I saw it on the small device, but I prefer doing these things in person.
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[His name? He offers it, easily.]
Hansa Cervantes, Overseer. And how do I refer to you? [A smirk crosses his face.] "Rider"? Haha.
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[Also how fuckin dare, he is no Rider]
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[His form isn't subtle. Neither is the profile putting all of his business on blast. Really, his only condolence is realizing that not many people are familiar with his planet, let alone his lore.]
It might be an unnecessary step, but until I know for certain...
[If Hansa would please not go telling everyone what the magical centaur is really called]
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[He lets out a light chuckle - of course, he can guess as to who this man is. Not too many centaurs in myths, and especially with that class...yeah. He Knows.]
Oh, for sure. I'm an Overseer, after all. Your True Names and all that stuff isn't my business. Archer you are, and Archer you shall be. That's that.
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[Spoken with gratitude, because given the circumstances, well -- this could have been a much uglier conversation. The presence of Servants tends to bring out the worst in mages for a variety of reasons.
Then again, it's as Hansa said: he's an Overseer. It's his job to moderate the oddities of such situations, even if they have no evidence they're in a War.]
For now, I think it would be in our best interests to cooperate. There might not be a Grail to claim here, and even if there is, we must first escape.
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[It does annoy him that maybe he's in this situation just to get him out of the way so that those stupid Americans can play around without Church interference...but hey, he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.]
Also, just out of curiosity...you haven't seen any other Servants or even Masters around, have you?
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It's a split second decision that will have consequences no matter the path he places himself on, but "Archer" knows the folly of allegiances built off distrust. He cannot demand cooperation without giving it in turn. Besides, those profiles already spilled the truth if you know where to look. There's only one logical choice]
... I know of one other Servant here, yes.
[They've reached the point where a barrier will keep them from walking any further into the forest, so Archer stops them there, glancing off to the side]
Even moreso than I, they are dedicated to keeping balance and restraint. I believe it's to everyone's benefit that they have been called here.
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[Balance and restraint...hey, much like an Overseer. Hansa nods, turning before he hits the barrier - he's been this way earlier to try to see if there was a way out of the woods, and he knows its there.]
Anyways, I'll run into them soon enough. Thanks for telling me. If I see or meet any Masters or anyone else that might be important to know about, I'll give you a heads up. [A short sigh.] Ah, I miss my cell phone...I would've just texted...