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Day 9 - Mysterious Crimes
Aug. 26th, 2017 05:52 am[
Dear Knight, Witch, Emperor, and their respective Masters.
You've spent your nine days running in circles, concerning yourself with Lancer and Archer, making merry, drinking wine, and arguing over love. It's enough to make a young man's heart soar, but a villain like myself can only think of mischief. Terribly sorry.
The object that will be stolen: Of course, everyone's beloved moon.
The time that it will be stolen: One day from now, at midnight.
The conditions under which it will be stolen: In front of all your faces.
We will meet at the Harbor, at eleven-fifty PM, where you will all watch my grand performance. If you are not there, then I will reveal the identities of your servants to everyone in the war.
Signed, Assassin
PS: What's that? How do you know I'm not bluffing?
Very well: Saber's identity is -
Diana had hastily torn that piece of the letter off and burnt it. It hadn't named Mordred explicitly, but it had been very, very precise in its clues. An Arthurian knight of 'ill birth.' Whose arrival spelled the end of an age. Who had perished at Arthur's hands.
When she'd shown De Leon and Cruz the note, they'd had similar ones - of course, theirs had had the ends torn off as well. She'd at least confirmed that theirs had contained clues to their servants' identities, though.
They'd spent some time arguing if they should go, De Leon positing that it might be a trick from the Masters of Lancer and Archer ("Do they think they can take all three of us?" "Well, probably?") and Cruz thinking that Assassin might have some sort of trap-based Noble Phantasm.
Berserker hadn't seen hide nor hair of Assassin, he thought, and Caster hadn't sensed any other magical activity in the city outside of the few scattered fights that had gone on. Certainly nothing like a Noble Phantasm being activated.
Ultimately, the plan had been made - Saber, Caster, and Diana would arrive first, shortly before the allotted time, and Berserker, De Leon, and Cruz would arrive as back-up.
Which is why Mordred, Caster, and Diana are standing at the pier - as they step in, a shadowed man in full suit and top hat slides into view, atop some structure or another, like a phantom.
Obviously, Assassin.]
Man, some people don't know how to take an invitation. I gave you all the right time and the right people to bring, and you screw it up?
[Caster's drifting off somewhere to the side, puffing impatiently on her pipe. Diana raises her arm in front of Mordred, because of course Mordred's going to do something stupid with the enemy right in front of her.]
You didn't tell us we couldn't arrive early. And since we're early, Berserker and the other two Masters still have time to arrive.
Yeah, but it's hardly proper. Sir Saber there doesn't even seem to want to wait for the party to start, going by her eyes.
Dear Knight, Witch, Emperor, and their respective Masters.
You've spent your nine days running in circles, concerning yourself with Lancer and Archer, making merry, drinking wine, and arguing over love. It's enough to make a young man's heart soar, but a villain like myself can only think of mischief. Terribly sorry.
The object that will be stolen: Of course, everyone's beloved moon.
The time that it will be stolen: One day from now, at midnight.
The conditions under which it will be stolen: In front of all your faces.
We will meet at the Harbor, at eleven-fifty PM, where you will all watch my grand performance. If you are not there, then I will reveal the identities of your servants to everyone in the war.
Signed, Assassin
PS: What's that? How do you know I'm not bluffing?
Very well: Saber's identity is -
Diana had hastily torn that piece of the letter off and burnt it. It hadn't named Mordred explicitly, but it had been very, very precise in its clues. An Arthurian knight of 'ill birth.' Whose arrival spelled the end of an age. Who had perished at Arthur's hands.
When she'd shown De Leon and Cruz the note, they'd had similar ones - of course, theirs had had the ends torn off as well. She'd at least confirmed that theirs had contained clues to their servants' identities, though.
They'd spent some time arguing if they should go, De Leon positing that it might be a trick from the Masters of Lancer and Archer ("Do they think they can take all three of us?" "Well, probably?") and Cruz thinking that Assassin might have some sort of trap-based Noble Phantasm.
Berserker hadn't seen hide nor hair of Assassin, he thought, and Caster hadn't sensed any other magical activity in the city outside of the few scattered fights that had gone on. Certainly nothing like a Noble Phantasm being activated.
Ultimately, the plan had been made - Saber, Caster, and Diana would arrive first, shortly before the allotted time, and Berserker, De Leon, and Cruz would arrive as back-up.
Which is why Mordred, Caster, and Diana are standing at the pier - as they step in, a shadowed man in full suit and top hat slides into view, atop some structure or another, like a phantom.
Obviously, Assassin.]
Man, some people don't know how to take an invitation. I gave you all the right time and the right people to bring, and you screw it up?
[Caster's drifting off somewhere to the side, puffing impatiently on her pipe. Diana raises her arm in front of Mordred, because of course Mordred's going to do something stupid with the enemy right in front of her.]
You didn't tell us we couldn't arrive early. And since we're early, Berserker and the other two Masters still have time to arrive.
Yeah, but it's hardly proper. Sir Saber there doesn't even seem to want to wait for the party to start, going by her eyes.
