#fsl open

"The end once again? Humanity has a funny way finding it’s self close to that.” Holmes would take his pipe and bring it to his lips as he examined his surroundings. A so called Utopia filled with masters and servants, all uniting for a single cause. Curious, though he doubts all would be so willing for the sake of humanity.

   “First the situaton in 2016 now this.” He had spent a good amount of his day checking the place where he would presumingly spend his days. His surrogate master was hadly someone-or something- He wanted to spend his time with. What good would that be to try and make conversation with something that couldn’t properly answer? 

[◑] “A virus in the city, huh... Can’t say I like the sound of that.” Sigma wasn’t exactly a fighter, despite his body type, so he’d much rather be trying to program a solution than fight for one. However, this appeared to be a challenge he couldn’t back down from- if he could help by doing thing, then he’d gladly do it.

Pain.

Unbearable, unimaginable, excruciating pain.

That was the first sensation to greet Angron, as he felt the oh-so-familiar and horrific sensation of the Butcher’s Nails embedding themselves deep within his consciousness. The world was full of suffering and rage inside his mind, his muscles, his soul, urging him to fight, to maim, to kill. It took all his will to suppress it, but... to suppress the urge? It was impossible. He had never-

And then the flood.

Information surging within. The Grail. The need to serve. He would almost laugh if that did not expend the energy needed to get up, to grip the axes, to walk without giving in to his inner rage. But he needed to know, and to move forward. Was this the doing of the False Emperor? It couldn’t be- it was far too benevolent of him to think to save the people. 

But for now, he had to push forward. Find his Master (what a laughable word that was), and do what needed to be done. Still, Khorne was calling for blood, and Angron turned to the nearest individual and with all the will he could muster grunted out a challenge.

 The idea of being here was of little concern to her. She filled in the blanks with her own assumptions, and that had yet to steer her wrong within her extended lifetime. The ebb and flow of mana within this city made it feel almost like home. However, if she were truly to make this place her home, she would need to find a stage for herself.

 Mismatched eyes that held little emotion settled on a nearby stranger, and within seconds her long strides closed the gap between them, heels clicking against the ground. An ever present smile sat on her lips, brows lifted ever so slightly. Her hands were clasped together behind her, the cube now tucked inside her handbag.

What bothered her most was that the city almost looked like home.

There was an immediate sense of familiarity despite the obvious change in place-- the busy city life could be replicated over and over, she guessed. Haru glanced around at her new surroundings, tall buildings, busy people with busier streets creating their own rhythm that pulsed through the city; Utopia. This certainly didn’t feel like one, but who was she to say? Home was all she longed for, even only two steps into this new city. She clutched the small, softly glowing cube close to her sternum, fingers curled tightly around it’s edges. It was warm, like a cellphone during an hours long conversation, and brought the girl a small measure of comfort... But not enough.

Who knew the thought of having to deal with stocks, bonds, and blackened hearts could be something she longed for.

“Why am I here...?” Left with nothing but a cube that held a key, yet no specific door to go to, Haru felt abandoned. When finally she had grown accustomed to the warmth of friends, spicy curry and hot coffee, it was all taken from her. Typical was the only word that popped into her head. She didn’t want to be pessimistic, but... The weight in her chest was hard to carry. Still, there was no point in just standing around.

Walking along the sidewalks, staying close to the buildings as people walked past at a faster pace, Haru tried to take in her surroundings. A large arch, metal twisting into words, spelled out ‘Entertainment District’ in bright gold dotted with flashing lights. So that’s where she was... Maybe her Triplicata had some kind of map. Reaching up, Haru tucked a piece of fluffy hair behind her ear, only for something to catch her eye.

Those that were just laying around were scooped up without missing a step. Those that were held by infected residents...well, even with their aggression, they were no match for a Servant. He chuckled to himself as he swept the legs out from under one such infected resident and swiftly pinned them to the ground with his heel, pointing his gun towards their head as he used his free hand to pry the Saint Fragment from their grasp.

“The show’s over. Stay down.”