Post #2751912 in Fate/Broken Remake, a roleplay on RPG

Perched upon the top of a lighthouse, Assassin was looking over New Tokyo's harbor. Her long, violent red hair glinted in the morning sunlight, bright enough to guide the ships in, which would conflict with the entire purpose of her Servant Class... if her presence wasn't so easily ignored. Nobody working at or visiting the harbor paid the red figure upon the distant lighthouse any mind, even when they were looking out at the view, almost as if a sheet of normalcy had been pulled over her. Her fiery, swirling eyes stared at the people below as they had for the past two hours, searching for anything peculiar...

A gentle snore came from beside her, then a shifting movement, then a blur. Assassin shot her hand out without even a flinch, catching a falling young woman by the hood of her jacket. There was a yelp, then a gagging sound, then a thud as Assassin threw the woman back on the domed rooftop of the lighthouse with only one arm, but the strength of a bear. The woman immediately shot up again.

"A-Assassin!" she gasped, "I'm sorry, I just - I was up so late and you dragged me out so early, I -" Her green, framed eyes suddenly went wide and she crawled forward with an anguished cry to gawk over the edge of the lighthouse. Lo and behold, at the bottom of the lighthouse beneath them was a pile of books and papers that had fallen from her lap. On top of them, a lidless, silicone coffee cup. The sound that came out of her mouth was ungodly. Luckily, it was too shrill to be picked up by human ears. She fell back and rolled around in a frenzy, "ASSASSIN THAT WAS SO IMPORTANT DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THOSE TEXTBOOKS WERE?!" Big, fat tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have saved them, not me! I'm going to be dead anyway if I don't get that essay in by the 12 am deadline -"

Assassin's stoic face was unchanging as she uttered bluntly, "Your structured paragraphs discussing how the internet and its abundance of false information and cult-like followings could create Mysteries for the modern era, thereby reestablishing 'true Magic' and bringing about a new age of pop culture Gods, is both highly absurd and unnecessary for the task at hand. This is a war, Mage."

The young woman wiped away her tears on her hoodie sleeve with a pout, "I still have a future to prepare for once it's done..." she mumbled, "And my name's Alicia, already..." She let out a large yawn and rubbed beneath her purple-rimmed glasses at the equally purple bags drooping from her eyes. Peeking under her over-sized jumper sleeves was a red, harsh mark on her hand - Assassin's Command Seal. "I have class at nine thirty, just so you know..."

"You will likely not attend it."

"I would never -!" Alicia shut her mouth at Assassin's smoldering gaze, glancing away in embarrassment. She let out a big sigh and melted into a puddle, "Yare yare, why did I agree to this?" She groaned and turned over onto her back, looking up at the sky. When Assassin had introduced herself, well, if you could call it that, Alicia had just sneakily healed a fox that was on the verge of being road kill (heh, get it?). She was not expecting a red-clad superhuman to suddenly drop from a lamp post and demand a full demonstration of her abilities. She especially did not expect to find the armed and deadly warrior sitting at the foot of her bed when she had come home.

Was it true what Assassin had told her? The Holy Grail War had returned, and was taking place right here, in New Tokyo and she was summoned without a Master? The Command Spell that had appeared on her hand after their ritual was complete seemed to say so... but why would any Servant seek out her out as a Master, and not a fully-fledged Mage from the Mage's Association, was beyond her understanding. Then there was the other matter. When Alicia shook Assassin's hand and introduced herself, Assassin had cried. Weird. She shook that from her head and hummed. "'Winning the Grail War' is a nice thing to put on a resume, hmmm?" she murmured, "And Grandfather might finally pass his Magic Crest down to me, he'd be so impressed! Can't think of a wish I particularly desire from it, though..." she tapped her lips with a single finger before sticking it up in the air, "Ah! Eradicating acne!" Some more thinking. "... Or... world peace or something like that..."

Assassin suddenly stood, eyes shut and nose in the air as she sniffed. She let out a long, quiet breath. "A Servant."

Alicia drew her knees against her chest, face pale. "Uh oh."

"On," Assassin commanded and put on knee on the ground, gesturing for Alicia to climb on her back, "Your magic circuits are so underwhelming, your mana residue is practically non-existent. You should blend in with the non-Magus just fine. I need you close while I determine the situation."

"O-Oh? Is that so..." Alicia said thoughtlessly, climbing onto the woman's back. Her eye suddenly twitched and she shouted into her Servant's ear, "H-HEY! Hang on, is that why you wanted me as your Master?! Because I'm weak and unnoticed?! I'm an A-grade Magus! In my classes, anyway - EEEK!"

Assassin jumped from the lighthouse, Alicia clinging onto her for dear life. "You are not my Master. I have no Master, Mage." As soon as she nailed her superhero landing, she began to fade away. "Follow."

"B... But you're invisible..." Alicia babbled, then heaved and began to trudge after where she thought she could sense Assassin's presence, though she didn't have any at all... she heard a sudden clicking noise in thin air from the opposite direction, then another a little further ahead. "C-Coming!" she cried out and jogged after the clicks... towards the Servant Assassin could sense...

Snippet #2751912

located in Fate/Broken Verse, a part of Fate/Broken Remake, one of the many universes on RPG.

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