Cross Effects 3.0 - November 16, 2014—April 13, 2015

[MissingMandible]

Corporal Mathew Blackburn:

"No, no, you don't need t explain again." Mathew said, "Though, I do have...concerns about Seither. It sounds very similar to Warp Corruption. You sure it is a good idea to be using it?"


Elyssa:

That fool of a man outright offered the Clanswoman his blood. Of all the stupid things Adjutor could have done...No, if he will not take her heeding, then she will no longer look after for him. Stupidity could only be tolerated for so long...

Said man surprised her once again, calling out to her as if he could see her. De-cloaking at the kitchen doorway, she said "I bid you farewell, Adjutor."

The Warmonger turned to face the Bloodsucker, "Thank you for your hospitality." she stiffly ground out.

And with that, Elyssa turned and began walking towards the nearest wall bordering the outside. She can't stand being in the vampire's crypt anymore, tired of having to check her back every few minutes.

[Ivan The Mouse]

Lorenzo Remei


[...]

"Now, you can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is your lad, now, apologize at once to lady Yukina, or I fear you'll wish I killed you here and now."

The whole scene only caused stress for Yukina as the seafarer grabbed Neo by the collars and commanded him to apologize to her, threatening harm if he didn't do so. She didn't ask for this, she thought, and she needed to do something to prevent anything dangerous happening to her colleague.

"...I forgive him." Yukina said. "I forgive Neo-san. Now please let go of him, Remei-san. Please do not threaten him anymore."

On the other hand, Neo wasn't fazed by anything that the pirate said, whether they be insults or threats. He was already used to such, instead it only amused him, as a smirk was on his face right now. And when he heard Yukina speak out her forgiveness, Neo said, "Yeah, you heard the retard. She forgives me, now get fucked."

"Please let go of him now." Yukina pleaded. "Do not fight anymore. I forgive him."

[Elf]

Forest

Sensing the 40K Battle Chick's intent, Forest said, "Look, you know, there are these things called doors.  Don't just go barging through walls unless you're going to pay to have my bloody home repaired."

She pointed to the entry way of the kitchen.  "Go there, make a right, go down the hallway and then you'll see a door.  You can go out it and finally be out of here because despite me not making any sort of threatening move to you while you're here and even letting you stay despite breaking my table and you keep thinking of me as a 'bloodsucker'.  What I am isn't who I am, but you can go be a prejudice bint somewhere else."

[Panda]

The whole scene only caused stress for Yukina as the seafarer grabbed Neo by the collars and commanded him to apologize to her, threatening harm if he didn't do so. She didn't ask for this, she thought, and she needed to do something to prevent anything dangerous happening to her colleague.

"...I forgive him." Yukina said. "I forgive Neo-san. Now please let go of him, Remei-san. Please do not threaten him anymore."

On the other hand, Neo wasn't fazed by anything that the pirate said, whether they be insults or threats. He was already used to such, instead it only amused him, as a smirk was on his face right now. And when he heard Yukina speak out her forgiveness, Neo said, "Yeah, you heard the retard. She forgives me, now get fucked."

"Please let go of him now." Yukina pleaded. "Do not fight anymore. I forgive him."

"I'm sorry, Yukina," Michael says, "But it's less a matter of your forgiveness at this point and more a matter of a...code of honor, if you will. Now call me as backwards as you wish, but, until a few millennia ago, I was from a place where chivalry was still very much part of that code. Now, I'm not sure about our sea-faring pyromancer friend, here, but I most certainly have a few grievances with this person that can't be settled by mere apology. First of all, he made an excuse for refusing a fight. Now, if he'd simply refused me straight out, that would have been fine, but instead he made some excuse about being busy with some sort of cure-all. A cure-all isn't going to be made in one day, so discovering this cure-all quickly isn't nearly as important as ensuring that it's an actual cure-all, which you seem to be lacking, seeing as it's causing such deformities in your test subjects."

"Also," Michael continues, "You might not want to be insulting the person whose charity you seem to be dependent on to survive those who wish to pay you back for insults against her. Of course, this lesson seems to have come a bit late, for which I truly pity you."

With that, Michael realizes that he's actually drawn his weapon, though not turned it into a useable form yet.

"My, my, this is rather excessive," Michael mutters, shoving the stick back into his pocket, "I won't need a staff to properly educate one who isn't worthy to be thought of as a man, and you should be sobering up by now. Adrenaline does such wonderful things to the system."


"Well...Actually," Adjutor points out sheepishly, "She can phase through walls. And even if she didn't, I'm fairly sure I could fix it, runes and all."

[Ivan The Mouse]

"I'm sorry, Yukina," Michael says, "But it's less a matter of your forgiveness at this point and more a matter of a...code of honor, if you will. Now call me as backwards as you wish, but, until a few millennia ago, I was from a place where chivalry was still very much part of that code. Now, I'm not sure about our sea-faring pyromancer friend, here, but I most certainly have a few grievances with this person that can't be settled by mere apology. First of all, he made an excuse for refusing a fight. Now, if he'd simply refused me straight out, that would have been fine, but instead he made some excuse about being busy with some sort of cure-all. A cure-all isn't going to be made in one day, so discovering this cure-all quickly isn't nearly as important as ensuring that it's an actual cure-all, which you seem to be lacking, seeing as it's causing such deformities in your test subjects."

"Also," Michael continues, "You might not want to be insulting the person whose charity you seem to be dependent on to survive those who wish to pay you back for insults against her. Of course, this lesson seems to have come a bit late, for which I truly pity you."

With that, Michael realizes that he's actually drawn his weapon, though not turned it into a useable form yet.

"My, my, this is rather excessive," Michael mutters, shoving the stick back into his pocket, "I won't need a staff to properly educate one who isn't worthy to be thought of as a man, and you should be sobering up by now. Adrenaline does such wonderful things to the system."

"Well, fuck you too." Neo snapped back. "You know what killed your so-called chivalry back in our fuckin' world? Itself, you assface. Motha'fuckahs who don't pay any fucking attention to it outlived the dipshits who still believe in that shit, so there ain't no people who believe in it anymo'. I mean, seriously, I served the United States of Fucking 'Merica in the three fucking wars it crashed into within the span of the century, and we were considered as one of the good guys." Neo chuckled and snorted after the last sentence. "You won't fuckin' believe what we did to kick Kraut, Jap and Gook ass and win, sir. Not the most chivalrous shit you've evah seen. I can't lecture you about how wars should be fought, because that field is best explained by Ratt himself, so let's leave it at that and ask him about it when you see him face-to-fucking-face."

"And fuck you too, because I already said that I can't fight. I refused already, because I was high, asshole. But you fuckin' insisted. I even offered you to level down the playin' field, you dumbass!"

"And fuck you one more time, because you're talking like you know what alchemy can do, man. I'm the alchemist here, I know there's going to be a cure-all one day. And what, your fight is mo' important than the potential lives that can be saved by my cure-all, huh, you literal knucklehead?" Neo let some air out and looked away for a second. "You're stupider than I thought. That's why you'll get fucked in this city, buddy. There's always someone smarter and mo' likely to kick your ass back to last fuckin' week. And, given how you still believe in chivalry, my boss can kill you easily. Now, that guy isn't a warrior. He doesn't give a fuck if people think he's cowardly. He's a soldier. He gets shit done, by hook, line, sinker or by booby trapping your damn crib. And the best part is, he ain't no magi, he's just a gun-runner, a fucking arms dealer."

"And Yukina!" Neo called her attention, which startled her. "What do you think about all of this? The shit-talking, you know?"

"Um..." Yukina began to speak. "My mother said..." Her voice began to shake. "My mother said, before she died on that day, that we should forgive people..." Her tears were welling up on her eyes. "Even if it hurts, and even if it kills..." She bit her lip to hold back her tears, but one drop fell down her cheek. "If I did not heed her last words, I..." She then wiped her cheek with her sleeve. "I would not be a good person for her." She then began to sob as she cover her face with her hands. "Because I know to myself that she has forgiven those who killed everyone of us on that day!"

"...Yeah." Neo began to become somber. "This is why Yukina doesn't suck as much as the rest of you asshats. She's retarded, but I like her. Sticks and stones, motherfucker. Sticks and stones, but not words."

[Kat]

David

A bemused expression crossed David's face at the thought of such a fragile form of magecraft. It was horrendously impractical, unless, of course, you were only active at the night. "A type of magic that is easily disrupted by something as simple as sunlight? That must be so very difficult to use on a daily basis considering it would be useless in any situation during the day. It would only be useful for beings that call the night home, wouldn't it?"

The Scholarly grew a bit more alert with that statement but the Joyous still seemed utterly relaxed. Both were certain in their own way that if a fight were to break out they could incapacitate the woman in some way.

"There are magi who blow themselves up with make a single mistake or are too overt with their display of magic. It's not useless if it works fine 12 hours per day." Deborah tried to avert the topic Damn it, why you won't just give up...

[SINIB]

Faust

“She sounded very distressed, I’m not sure about what. All she told me was to come to her position immediately.” Faust said as he turned away. “I’m sorry about this, I enjoyed your company, but my master calls.”

”Sakura, what’s wrong? I’m on my way, I still haven’t located Shirou yet.” Faust thought to Sakura.


Noel

Noel was confused by Blackburn’s question. She didn’t have any idea what this Warp Corruption he was talking about was, so she decided to elaborate on seithr. “Well, I’m not really sure what warp corruption is, but Seithr is what we used to as a power source, and was safe enough in small quantities... I’m sorry, I’m not sure what to say.”

[Kat]

Mordred\

"Yeah, you have your own business to attend to. I have mine." she agreed. Dilly-dallying here had no meaning. She trusted Faust to be able to handle that while she had to meet that Saber herself to settle her issue. "I will go to the closest police station, as I planned to. Take care." Mordred said her farewells to the magus.

[Kotomine_Rin]

Lorenzo Remei

She is crying.

Lorenzo's veins popped at the stranger's idiocy, his face turning red as his golden eyes brimmed with anger. Yes, if he was before simply annoyed by the fool's behavior, what he now witnessed simply infuriated the pirate. But what hurt the most, what he could never forgive...

She is crying.

His breathing stopped, face distorting in fury and teeth clenching.

She is crying.

The pirate stopped thinking altogether, nothing existed anymore other than he and the man his wrath was directed at. Like a feral animal, Lorenzo snarled before throwing his fist at the blonde man. A pummelling hand blew the fool back with a trail of blood with haste, the room shaking with madness and violence declared by this single blow.

Glaring at the bastard, the pirate spat in disgust. "Chivalry? Don't give me this crap. I'm not here to restore some woman's honor or any of that bullshit. I'm just here to teach a scoundrel a lesson..."

Suddenly, he dashed once again to the blonde man, his hand grabbing onto his face and slamming it on a nearby wall with all he had. "Yukina forgives you, that is good indeed. She has a kind heart, I can tell. Sadly, my heart is as black and livid as it can get, but even so, for your ungratefulness, It could spare this farce."

"But for making Yukina cry, I will never forgive you.", he barked as he threw the man on the floor violently.

"Rise, I fear death will be too merciful for you at this point, but I will grant you a few more words, choose them wisely.", Lorenzo growled with rage.

[Lycodrake]

Than'Sanel

He made it an instinctual habit to wake up less groggy than anyone else, even, or especially, after using a decent sum of magic. Sitting up slightly from under the bedcovers, he beheld Sarse and a female doppelganger of the White-Red man. This registered and processed with a low level of clarity only because he knew it was Ann; she could not hide her elemental presence entirely.

"Normally copulation would be done in private, Ann the Black."

[Panda]

Michael takes a moment to take that entire speech in, then takes advantage of the beat down the pirate administers on the blonde (Decent work, though a bit inefficient, but eh, that's just me.) to properly formulate an argument, then takes a moment to wonder why he's actually going to the effort before deciding that he's already too far gone to just whack the kid now.

"Now. First, I did not, at any point during my speech, explicitly say I followed chivalry. I only said that there was a code of honor that you had breached, and didn't even say it was my own. And I am fully aware of what killed chivalry, though I outlived those people who abandoned it as well. And while I congratulate you for your service to your nation, you really shouldn't be so quick to think that whoever you're talking to wouldn't believe the horrors you could tell them about what your country did to its enemies. Though, honestly, if you haven't figured out how wars are fought after being in three of them, I honestly don't know what to say."

"Now then, the offhanded mention of horrors visited upon your enemies, lacking even the slightest trace of regret or patriotic fervor, leads me to believe that you think nothing of it. Now, this, combined with how you've acted thus far, leads me to the conclusion that, not only are you possessed of a violent streak, you would see no issue in taking it out upon any random passerby who you so decided you felt like killing."

Michael stops for a moment to take a breath, looks ready to launch back into the speech he's planned out and-

Walks over to the downed blond, grabs the back of his shirt, and tosses him one-handed out the doors of the manor.

"And I'm done trying to get through to you, so I'm just going to sober you up a bit and see how well you fight," Michael says, making his way out of the Manor as well, "That sound fair? I don't care either way, it's been far too long, and you look like someone who really needs to be taken down a peg or two. Fair warning, whatever you're about to go through is what you would have gone through even if you were sober from the get go, so don't bother blaming your ineptitude on drugs."

[YOLF]

Sarse

Oh, they were not going to do this dance again. Especially not in the other man's presence.

"Yes, could you refrain from this for the time?" Sarse asked, pulling back from Ann's lips and ignoring the discomfort of her foot already inching towards foreplay as it were. "Your appearance doesn't bother me, but I was not exactly planning on starting the day with sex."


Butler

"If so you say, my lord," Butler responded, knowing that his master would not phrase it in such a way if he planned on being accompanied. He looked to Vlad's burning gaze for a moment before continuing. "Wiseman has handily installed himself, and is already starting on his work. I planned to clear out the adjacent room to serve as a permanent workshop today. He's an interesting character. If I may say, I am looking forward to what he will do from here on out."

Butler took a step back as if to take his leave, but unnecessarily cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Although, we seem to have someone at the front door. Shall I bring them in before you go, or do you wish to carry on with your schedule uninterrupted?"

[Kotomine_Rin]

Birdie Bird Bird of FAIAH

Cheering on like a mad canadian drug addict witnessing an hockey all out brawl between chainsaw shooting dinosaur mechas with rocket dicks, our adorable little rascal rejoiced at the thought of witnessing a bitch being put in his place like good God ought to teach his children.

All this needed was some sick jazz jam in order to reach new heights of spectacle delight rule of cool. Such an ass whooping would be a thing even Ghandi would encourage. In fact, the bird believed (and is most definetely right to believe) he would've joined in!

_{Hell     yeah!          Give     me     more    blood,    more    guts,     more    pain,    MORE    GAME!!}
"Cheep cheep! Cheep cheep cheep cheep, cheep cheep, cheep cheep, CHEEP CHEEP!!", the bird... roared.

Do birds even roar? FUCK NO! But the fiery bird of incandescence was so fucking hyped that the laws of nature, the RULES OF NATURE, stopped giving any fucks.

I mean, of course birds don't roar, but when you see shit go down, sometimes you stop caring. Do you think he cared when he roared? DO YOU!?

Anyhow, what was actually important was that the greasy cunt was being taught the lesson, maybe then he wouldn't treat his master like a mere wench. That woman is, after all, magnificent! I mean, grill gave him ALL THE FUCKING FOOD! Cakes, donuts, chicken... wait, chicken?

    _{OH.       MY.      GOD.}
"CHEEP. CHEEP. CHEEP.", the creature was appaled at this point, he ate...

     _{...fuck    this     shit!}
"...Cheep cheep cheep!", he chirped. The bird didn't have time for this bullshit, thinking is for humans, and humans are pussies. In fact, everything that isn't him is a pussy, that is a fucking fact. Don't believe me? Well, you're stupid, shut up.

Now was not time to think, it was time to enjoy the fukken show. And so he did, surely the asswhooping that his daddy and that random dude would deliver to the poor lad would be a sight for sore eyes.

Grabbing a Fanta, or like, how do birds even grab things? Like, his beak is obviously too small, same with the claws the bird decided to move out of this stinky old coot house and get a better view of this shit.

[Mooncake]

Vlad Drăculea


The warlord's eyes narrowed.

"Bring them before me. I will grant them a brief audience before I depart, but no more."

He reclined back into the shadows of his throne, ever-watchful, ever the lord of war.

[YOLF]

Butler

With a bow, Butler vanished from the room and followed his lord's orders.

Einar approached the foreboding castle, paying little mind to the imposing spikes sticking out of the ground and the corpses impaled on them. It was an impressive show, and obviously a warning to intruders, but that did not concern the blond swede.

Walking up to the large main door, Einar gave the hard wood three sharp raps with his knuckles. “Hello, anyone there?”

The main door of the castle opened slowly, and on the other side Butler awaited. He looked up to the guest after inclining his head politely, visually taking him in.

"Greetings. I am Butler." He began, continuing with a firm, but slow tone. "I presume you wish to speak with the master of the castle, Lord Vlad? You have come at an inopportune time, but he shall grant you a short audience if you wish to enter."