HOLY DODGE BALL WAR[OPEN]

[Loud Lancer]

[This thread is set after the 1st day]


The atmosphere in the school has been quiet for a while. Ever since the exploration of the first floor on the first day, no skirmishes between pairs of Masters and Servants happened. Most likely they are enjoying the peace and quiet the Far Side offers.

There are those who seek to get out of the place and there are those who just wish to chill out. Some wants to fight while others wish to kill. Many reasons and agendas as to the number of people living inside this virtual world. The peace is definitely a breather and something to at least "cherish" for the moment as no one knows when chaos will destroy it.

Speak of the Devil


"HOOOOOONNNNNRAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

A large scream from the school's speakers located in each corridors was heard. The megaphones in the school vibrated due to the intensity of the warcry like tone of the scream and it could be said that the speakers might even break any moment because of the volume.

"TEST! TEST! TEST! RAAAAAAAAA!"

As paying no heed to the effects of the loud voice to its listeners, the speaker continued to produce those unruly sounds.

"THERE FINALLY!"

He announced and followed with a powerful laugh, "BWAHAHAHAHAH!."

The man behind the voice coughed for a moment before finally stating his agenda.

"GREETINGS TO ALL PARTICIPANTS! MASTERS AND FELLOW SERVANTS!"

He said in a shouting manner while using the school's megaphone and producing the sound through the speakers. With that loud voice plus the megaphone's effect, god knows how painful to the ear this sound is.

"WE ALL KNOW WE ARE TRAPPED IN THIS BORING AND PASSIVE PLACE. WITH THE WAR IN A HALT, US SERVANTS HAVE NOTHING TO DO BUT IDLE AND CHAT."

Expressing it with a tone of boredom but yet still in a loud volume, the man behind the voice declared.

"TO SOLVE THIS CRISIS, I HAVE CREATED AN EVENT! BWAHAHAHAHAH"

And there he goes, laughing like a mad man again.

"I HAVE SET UP FLAGS AND SOME OBSTACLES OUTSIDE! BUT THIS EVENT IS NO CHILD'S PLAY!"

He continued still not bothering to lower the volume of his voice.

Increasing the volume of the megaphone, he declared with a powerful roar, "THIS IS THE HOLY DODGE BALL WAR!"

The man was laughing wholeheartedly as if in delight when he announced it. 

"IF YOU TRULY ARE SERVANTS, HEROES FROM THE PAST RECORDED BY THIS MOON--watsoever this is--, YOUR PRIDE SHALL LEAD YOU TO JOIN! THE REWARD WILL BE  A HOLY GRAIL OF BUFFET SPONSORED BY THE CAFETERIA!!!"

He explained still keeping up with the monotonous volume. Speaking of the reward, NPCs would not normally do that. . .offer a buffet for free. So, god knows how this man persuaded them, especially that poker face mapo tofu vendor.

"AND MY MANLY MASTER SHALL OFFER YOU ALL INTENSIVE TRAINING ON HOW TO BE A MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

He definitely put emphasis on purpose on the last word.

Coughing three times, he then moved his discussion to another segment of the event.

"FOR THE RULES LISTEN CAREFULL MAGGOTS!"

1.) Servants are not allowed to use Noble Phantasms that can destroy the school or directly harm others. SELF effect Noble Phantasms are allowed but only one can be used. NO WEAPONS ALLOWED! 
2.) Servants are allowed to use Personal Skills.
3.) NO KILLING AND CHEATING.
4.) MASTERS ARE ADVISED TO ONLY SPECTATE. THEY, HOWEVER, CAN JOIN AS A SUPPORT FOR THEIR SERVANT BUT DOING SO WOULD AUTOMATICALLY LEAD THEM TO BE A TARGET AND CANNOT ESCAPE THIS MISFORTUNE.
5.) When hit by the ball you are not yet out. To disqualify someone in the game, you must knock them out unconscious with it. BWAHAHAHAHAHAH
6.) THE ENTIRE SCHOOL IS THE BATTLEFIELD. LET YOUR WILD SOULS TAKE OVER YOUR LIFELESS BODIES! BWAHAHAH

"I SHALL MEET YOU ALL ON CAMPUS GROUND SERVANTS WITH PRIDE!"

He ended the speech with a smashing sound. Literally, as if the microphone was smashed into pieces after he hung up.

And thus, ended the announcement for this Servant's dodge ball war. . .

First and foremost though, how in the world this Servant know the existence of Dodge Balls?

[coach]

Hours had gone by and  not a single soul had turned up for the event. In fact, the campus grounds seemed even MORE deserted than usual, suggesting that people were actually avoiding that area for some reason.  In the that dirt field that stretched in front of the school building there were only two figures, although no one could  really be blamed if they couldn't see one of them.  One of them was frighteningly 
 They had both devised this contest as a way to test their mettle but it seemed that their fellow-men had rejected  offer, leaving Roberto and his partner Lancer doomed to wait for no-shows. 

That was the exact sight one would would find there. A bulky ape of a man, seemingly ready to punch a hole in the ground, waiting for adversaries with his arms crossed, with "the coach" not far behind him, sitting with his legs crossed and and a dead serious look. One could not see it through the shades he was wearing but his eyes were shut while he contemplated the situation so far.

He was...Roberto Maratona - Extreme personal trainer and life coach extraordinaire. Now that he had the time to think about everything that had happened on that virtual landscape things were finally settling in. The weight and pressure of his goals could cripple lesser men, but not him. He had been blessed with two major assets;  unrelenting fighting spirit and Vision. He could already smell the challenges, the enemies, the Bounty...Everything was going perfectly so far if you ignored the fact that no one seemed to share hjs enthusiasm. Anyone but his Servant at least.  

He had indeed been SUPER lucky with his draw - that a servant summoned could suit him so perfectly. Roberto had already promised Lancer Victory in the glorious tournament...  That was precisely why the tournament being delayed was such crappy batch of news. PROMISES MADE BETWEEN MEN COULD NOT BE DELAYED. THAT'S JUST NOT HOW IT WORKED. They had even tried to replace with some good ol' fashioned sport but no one seemed to show the least interest in it!

"Lancer!" A sudden shout, coming from the previously silent Master as he got up and began stroking his own non-existent beard.

"Lancer...Lancer....This does not work. Nope! Doesn't work at all" 

"It seems our prey is playing hard to get! Extreme measures must be taken if we really want to get our hands on that fat chunk of glory we're after."

"No more waiting! We go to them now!



    

[Loud Lancer]

Lancer was mad.

No one came.

No one showed up.

He was definitely boiling in fury.

After all the preparations he had made, no one bothered to show up. Even that heartwarming and full of enthusiasm of a speech he delivered, no one was allured by it. And despite the reward he promised to give, no one dared to join. It was both disappointing and embarassing. But what truly shook him was the fact that he was stood up---of course, no one dared to promise to join anyway. Even so, as once heroes of the past, he thought, "They should have at least a miniscule of pride".

But now Lancer realizes that no one has the guts to join his competition of manly spirit.

If not for his Master's calling, he might have reduced the entire campus grounds to dust.

"Yes Master! This does not clearly work!"

He responds with a loud and powerful voice.

"If they do not wish to come to us, we shall come to them!"

He roars as he bumps his right fist to his left palm.

"BWAHAHAHA! Master as ever you are quite the fellow! I admire your manly spirit! It is SUPER IMPRESSIVE!"

He exclaims as he slams his chest with his right hand.

Using his large legs as propeller, he jumps towards where his Master is standing.

Although it might have blown the little's body away, Lancer prevented this by quickly grabbing his Master's body and placing it on his shoulder.

"It seems you have a SUPER IDEA, Master! Surprise me with this manly plan of yours! BWAHAHAH!"