Isabelle's cute and innocent smile quickly turned into a glare of death, "Then allow me to show you some magic!" The young woman's arms began to glow a blue color as the plate of Oreos exploded in fire. The shattered plate fell onto the ground with clumps of burnt Oreos following behind. Isabelle reinforced her right arm and used the extra strength to add more emphasis in her gesture as she jammed her index finger into Jack's chest. "Listen here, Buster. If you eeeeeever go through my books again, the only place you'll be headed is on a one way trip to hell, capiche?" Isabelle grumbled deeply as she turned around and began rubbing her temples with her palms. "We are going to the Grail Manor, a neutral area between all of the servants and masters. I am hoping that some of the other masters will show up there as well. Don't worry about the fire for now, it will burn itself out in a couple of seconds." The young master released her head and covered it with her hood before ascending the staircase. "You can ride in my car with me if you hurry the hell up, or else you'll have to walk there!" Staff in hand, Isabelle walked down the elegantly decorated hallway towards the front door.

No longer smiling, Jack stood there stunned, looking at the burnt Oreo cookies on the ground. He stumbled backwards as Isabelle jabbed her finger into his chest. "...If you eeeeeever go through my books again, the only place you'll be headed is on a one way trip to hell, capiche?" Jack nodded. "Yes Master." As she explained where they were going, Jack began to wonder if she were possessed by demons. That would explain her extreme personality changes. He followed her down the grandiose hallway, taking in all the strange things this time period had to offer. When he walked out of the door, he saw a weird metal box on what looked like wheels sitting there. "What in god's name is that contraption?" he had never seen anything like it in his life.

"Huh, so you can clone and you're a marksman? This journey may be fun." Cesar chuckles as he taps his shoulder on both of the Sun clones.
"If we coordinate right and synced we may get through things much quicker." Cesar suggests to keep this in Sun's mind.
"I can observe that you are a analytic man, i see myself in you." He smiles.

"But before you continue to wreck any of my precious loot, let's take this to the demonstration room all right? I might as well tell you more of me on the way." Cesar smiles and puts his hand on the shoulder of Sun as he walks him to the demo room.

"The name's Cesar Fruyd, The Dwarf Prince, though ironically, im not a dwarf. It was just a nickname given to me." Cesar chuckles as it gradually slows down. "It was a nickname given to me by an old friend. But anyway, i'm a creature summoner and a very curious man, i question almost everything odd." He looks up and begins to notice the warehouse.
"Oh, forgot to say, welcome to my stronghold. This is what i call home but you may call it whatever you may please. You probably think this is looks like a junk shop" He points to the
loot stockpiled neatly at the sides of the warehouse.
"But those aren't junk, they are very precious loot that i got on each adventure i went through. These are worth a fortune!" After a couple while of talking they stop in front of a well protected metal door.
"Well, here we are." Cesar walks towards the door and unlocks it.
Insert the key
Turn the valve
Slide the lock
*click*!
The door begins to open slowly. As they walk inside, Cesar flips the lever attached to the wall. The lights begin to flicker open.
A large white room with dents and large holes on the walls, cracked, missing floor tiles and blood stains on the floor, evidences of tests and fights.

"I used to use this room all the time for testing out what i can do and the new loot i get, but i started to leave this room's door closed for a while because other things needed attention." Cesar kicks the small pebbles on the floor as he smiles.
"But with you, at least i get to use this room once more." Cesar turns to Sun.

"Well? Are you goin to stand there and gaze at the room?" Cesar smiles a bit.

"Well...It's not limitless...at least not yet, I'm afraid I am still learning," admitted Tyra as he warped the book once more. It could only reach a few foot in front of the doors. "That's how far I can send things around me, its kind of small but I am sure we can work with it.

The boy sat down once more and waited for the ritual to finish.

"Shant take...any longer...than..."

Tired from the trek and the time, Tyra quickly dozed off.

Sun's grin increases slightly. So far, this appears to be exactly the type of master he was hoping for. Realizing he is overdoing it, Sun reduces his grin back down to a more serious expression. Sun then goes over the sequence of several moves in his mind, ensuring he is ready.

Sun and his clones all walk into the white room.

"As you wish, master." Sun breathes deeply for a moment, centering himself between both of the clones.

Each clones backs up slightly, tensing up into a battle ready position with their weapons pointed at Sun. Sun then motions a set of instructions through shape symbols to both of them, appearing to be motioning for them to attack him at the trigger of a signal.

"Another important detail to remember is that these clones are exact copies of myself with several limitations. They have the same face, skills, magical aura, mental state, and memories as I do at the moment of their creation. However, each of the other Sun's you see before you has the same fatal flaw... they are not as physically capable as I am, causing them to be weaker in combat. In addition, they also cannot use any form of magic, including my enchanted weapons. With that noted, I shall begin." Sun suddenly flings himself into a unarmed battle stance, tensing up his muscles for a brief moment, then loosening them slowly as he rotates his limbs in several arcs in multiple directions.

After nearly half a second of this quick exercise, Sun halts in a ready position, one hand extended in a curve towards each clone with his feet planted firmly on the ground diagonally across an invisible line going through him and his soon-to-be opponents. This causes a small amount of dust to be kicked up into the air. As the dust falls, Sun's right hand slowly rises upwards, index finger and thumb slowly moving towards each other. Just as the dust settles on the floor, Sun snaps his fingers, causing the two clones to immediately attack in mock battle stances.

The sword wielding clone jumps into the air, jumping up and whirling the sword in a quick arc down towards Sun. As the clone does this, the other clone wielding the crossbow fires four rapid fire bolts at Sun from the other side, backing up as he fires.

In response, Sun flicks his head to either side nearly faster than the human eye can see just as the crossbow wielder pulls the trigger and the sword user jumps into the air. Sun then slides his feet outwards in opposite directions, lowering his upper body down to near floor level. Sun's eyes dart around, looking at the current space of empty air above him where his head just was. If one could see him in slow motion, it would almost appear as if he was predicting something that isn't there. As he does this, Sun puts both his hands on the floor on either side of him, leaning back and lifting himself off the floor slightly with near perfect balance. Sun then kicks his feet up into the air towards the now approaching sword. Just as the blade is just about to enter range of his left foot, Sun opens up his legs slightly then slams them down with surprising grace beyond a normal human on either side of the blade itself, softly gripping the blade just above the handle. Sun then pushes his right hand upwards, throwing his body off ever so slightly to the left. At the nearly the same time, Sun pulls his right foot up and to the side slightly, turning the blade slightly to the right. He then finishes this move by pulling both his legs toward himself, using the sword user's momentum to take the weapon out of his hands. Still gripping the lower end of the blade with his feet, Sun then quickly flicks both his feet onto the handle of the blade and does a half somersault backwards towards the crossbow user just as the bolts approach the area of open air above his body he was looking at intently before. Staring directly at the invisible predicted path of each bolt, Sun uses his own momentum from the somersault to slash the sword vertically downwards with his feet, cutting 2 of the bolts in half. As the pieces of the chopped bolts fly out to either side, the last 2 bolts erratically go past Sun's ankles and into the cloth on the shoulder of the now sword-less clone, missing the skin by barely a centimeter as the bolts rip through the silk. These last 2 bolts then bounce off the wall on the other side of the room. Sun then drops the sword on the ground, jumping back up on his feet and flinging a fist at the crossbow user. Just as the fist is about to connect, Sun stops his blow next to the clone's cheekbone, exactly an inch away from impacting the skin.

Both clones slowly back up while trying to re-balance themselves, bowing towards Sun first, and then towards his master. They then proceed to pick up the fallen weapons now scattered across the room.

Sun breathes in deeply, obviously tired from his brief stunt. He stretches his limbs to either side, then re-centers himself again, bowing towards his master the same way as before.

"I hope that can impress my master. As you can likely see, this was a mock battle, not a serious fight. Both of these clones were instructed on their attacks. It was simply just a matter of working to predict them at that point based on their starting movements. This was simply a way to show the limits of my physical agility and combat form, which I'm afraid are still not quite at the same level as I'd wish them to be to fight other more combat focused servants... if there are any that is." Sun says with a slightly disgruntled tone of voice, trying to hide his nearly obvious pride.

"Fast reflexes and quick thinking, this is quite interesting." Cesar rubs his fingers on his chin as he re-enacts the whole scene in his brain, analyzing all the seen movements and attacks.

Cesar walks close to a nearby clone and examines the clone, "It does look exactly like you, this may be a very useful and helpful attribute in the future." Cesar smiles as he turns back to Sun.
"I was impressed indeed, Young servant, being able to dodge crossbow arrows and sword blades in just seconds before impact." Cesar walks towards Sun and begins to make a confused face.

"These clones, they cannot feel anything, right?"

"Thank god, you had me going for a second there!"
Rocco feigned a laugh.
The man completely ignored Rocco's hand and instead patted him on the shoulder. Rocco brushed off his shoulder after Vance turned to what seemed like an oversized library.
"Great, isn't it?"
'Yes, um, Mr. Palacio. It is 'great'."

'Oh, forgive me for my rudeness. My name is Rocco. I look forward to serving you as a Servant, and I hope you will guide me as a Master.' Rocco smiled at the apeman.


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EDIT
Are you kidding me? I'm away for 10 hours and we have 4 pages, but in 3 hours, nobody has posted a thing? WTF kind of timezone am I in?

OOC: I feel like our most active times are going to be between 3pm-8pm EST

'Rocco'. It was a stupid name.

Vance nodded, a response to his new partner's introduction. "Guide you?" He chuckled, "Buddy, I'll do more than that. I'll get you the Holy Grail. Maybe even turn that phony smile of yours into a real one, yeah?"

With that, the man turned once more, leading his servant through another series of rooms before halting at an extravagant doorway. Glancing over his shoulder, he addressed Rocco, "Saddle up, we're taking a field trip."

The old man chortled and stood up, dusting off his pants. "In the end you are still just a small boy and lads need their sleep." He picked the boy up and placed him on his back while picking up his suitcase. He began strolling around the small fortress. It was quite a luxurious castle, furniture made of mahogany, beautiful drapery and carpets, and elegant pottery. The old man stared at the fire and wondered if the sofas would be a nice bed but decided to keep looking and went up the stairs. He walked from room to room, looking for a bedroom. He stopped by the bathroom and whistled. "Indoor plumbing huh?" He kept walking and finally reached what seemed to be the master bedroom. A king-sized bed sat in the center of the room, four posts reached the ceiling from where hung loose silk drapes. He swept back the covers to check if the bed was clean and being to his satisfaction, he sat down and slowly let Tyra off his back. He tucked the boy in and went to the window. He gazed out at the snowy plains and sighed. "Much has changed." He looked back at the boy and sighed, it would be a shame if all the masters were young like his. Killing kids before they could have an opportunity to live was a true shame. He decided instead to stare at the scenery, to go join it and he went down the stairs and out the doors. He stood outside and simply breathed in the cold air, his own breath came out as white wisps.

Mr. Palacio moved his head. It was either an acknowledgement of his name, but he probably couldn't care less. Was he making fun of him?

He looks like an average above average man, yet he has so much confidence in his combat abilities. Or in Rocco? Probably not.

'Pho...ny...'
Rocco exhaled, a cross between a sigh and a laugh. A field trip, he said? Rocco only entered this world, well, again, but he had an idea where his new master was going to take him. Saddle up? Are we going to take horses? No, wait, it's probably a metaphor.
Does this man know what a metaphor is?
Whatever he meant, Rocco followed Mr. Palacio, a smile still plastered on his face. If he was to get to the Holy Grail, he would have to put up with whatever this person thinks he is.

OOC: I think I've been in what, 4 RP's now? In every single one, my name is misspelled. Devour pls. My name isn't some magical fantasy thingamajig, it's an actual colour. You don't have to add the #2 at the end, but could you please spell the rest right?
thanks

Now exposed to fresh air, Vance took in a deep inhale.

He started down the lengthy pavement. Bright, seemingly endless acres of land stretched from either side of the driveway. Toward the edge, a sports car was parked, colored in a garish red. Vance plucked the keys from his pocket and unlocked the vehicle with the click of a button. The blonde-haired man glanced to Rocco, producing a boastful smirk, "It's called a car, bucco."

Vance flung the car door open dramatically, hopping inside. He whistled at his servant, "Wait until you see what it does. Get in."

"Bucco." Bucco? What kind of language...

This was a strange man, but Rocco had already established that. This was only the second time he'd ever actually seen a car. The first time was...well, almost as bad as this. Rocco was about to go into the front seat, but then he remembered Mr. Palacio sitting in the front. He went to sit in the back, and waited for the man to make some snide remark like 'don't be so shy bucco'.

The car was comfortable.

"Don't be so shy, bucco." Vance cooed, watching his servant wander to the back seat.

The man started his car. Eventually, the initial rumble of the engine settled into a low mechanical hum. He pressed another button on the dashboard, opening the house gate and allowing passage onto the road. Vance sped out of the driveway, howling as he did so, "God, I love this thing!"

After sharply plucking them from the side compartment, Vance slid on his sunglasses. He raised his voice, speaking over the wind, "Welcome to the 80s, pal!"

Though Rocco was uninformed, the duo was making their way to the Grail Manor.

Isabelle opened the passenger door for Jack, assuming he had no idea what it was since he didn't know what a car was. "This is my brand new Jetta, Jack. Watch your feet when you get in and put on your seat belt. I'm not really what people would call a safe driver." Quickly slamming her door, Isabelle hooked her seat-belt and put on her aviator sun glasses. The car started rather smoothly, and soothing classical music softly filled the car interior. "I hope you like classical, this is the only cassette I've got. Oh, and here." Isabelle gave Jack a pair of sunglasses that she grabbed from the center console that were much larger than normal sunglasses and had a pink color scheme. "My mom left these in the car when I dropped her off. We'll just have to get you some that go with that silly outfit of yours."