The 1st Council Meeting [Open]

[Berserker of Aurelia]

There were many ways to enter a room.

You could knock on a door.

You could enter through a hallway.

You could even climb in from a balcony.

Or you could crash in through the window like an over-sized wrecking ball.

If you were having trouble guessing which way Berserker and his Master entered, it was the last one.

You see, Berserker and his Master had been located on the roof of the School Building only moments prior. Not for any particular reason, or if there was one the massive Berserker had already forgotten it, but it was as good a place as any to be. Excellent vantage point of the area, clear access to the surrounding area, and you'd expect other people to be up there. There weren't. Instead the meeting had been called in something called a "classroom", much lower in the building. Aurelia had requested they get there as quickly as possible, and Berserker, ever the dilligent servant, obliged her. Which is why he scooped his rather tiny Master up, and leaped off the side of the building. Now he probably could have just run up or down the wall as a Servant, but that would be so much less interesting. 

Everyone in the building could probably feel it shake as he used a single hand to slam into the wall of the school, stopping his descent and swinging both himself and Aurelia in through one of the many windows of the classroom. Coincidentally, this was the same window Zinnia was staring out of. 

The deafening crash of the window breaking would probably drown out all the pleasantries being exchanged within the room, and probably alert most of the Servants, if not the Masters as well. Exactly what Berserker intended. He wanted their attention, not simply their interest. Not for himself of course, that would be blasphemously rude. But when Berserkers Master entered the area, people were damn straight going to know about it. As the shards of glass settled onto the ground and hopefully not into anybody's eye, the massive Servant would place his Master on the ground with as much delicacy as could be managed while still managing to make a chucking motion at the ground. He was sure she could roll with it. Literally if need be.

"ATTENTION FELLOW CONTESTANTS, AURELIA DHARMA LANCIA HAS ARRIVED."

Indoor voice, what's that? Doesn't exist in Berserkers vocabulary. The gigantic heroic spirit absolutely dwarfed his master, but conspicuously seemed to be wearing a Japanese School Uniform. Not what he had been summoned in, assuredly, but he had changed his attire to fit that of Aurelias. His Master had proudly proclaimed her own uniform, while not geographically correct, had some sentimental value to it. This made very little sense because she seemed to be from an entirely unrelated culture and background, but he was not one to question his master. So now they both were in wildly culturally incorrect clothing. Oh well, they were quite a bit more comfortable than armor, if nothing else.

[Oshiro Sakata]

So far, all introductions had been fairly normal, maybe even a bit too normal considering their circumstances. The distribution of masters slightly deviated from the boringly predictable -there were actually a couple of girls in the mix. A few there seemed to be handling the situation with an unnatural sense of pragmatism. It was quite likely that their experience in dealing with these sorts of matters outweighed his own, which in turn hinted at them having some sort of military grade background.
This little moment of reflection on Oshiro's part got interrupted by a tremor coming from the outside followed by the loud sound of breaking glass.
Tiny shards of crystal flew away from the windows and into the room as a bulky figure swung himself inside. Covering one's eyes would have probably been a smart idea, but the unexpectedness of the situation had Oshiro locked firmly onto the events.
The eccentricity of that entrance alone would be enough to shock most common folk, and the efforts of those that wanted it to be peaceful gathering had essentially been rendered null. Although it didn't seem like the duo wanted to engage in combat, such a rash approach was sure to make some of the masters nervous.

Was that their intention?

Maybe this was an attempt at scare tactics?

Or did they fail to realize how aggressive their behavior was being?


Regardless of their motives, they had made the situation far more interesting than it was before. An endless parade of teams socializing with each other as if they hadn't come there in the first place with the intention of slaughtering each other, might sound like an interesting enough activity, but it had grown dull quickly. Although this last introduction had flared Oshiro’s disposition a bit, he felt should reunite himself with Archer. It had been a while since the two had split and, in all honesty, getting to learn who you’re sharing a bunk with should be a priority.

Taking advantage of the commotion generated by the servant’s loud announcement, the subtle bomber quickly made his way to the door.

[Anthony Prescott]

Anthony gave only a slight smile as a few of the fellow Masters in the room picked at the snacks he had procured. He hardly cared whether or not he was thanked, the opportunity to offer aid to others was reward enough. And in any case, the matter for which they were meeting was of far greater importance.

Of course, the arrival of Servants was of particular note. The dark skinned Caster certainly seemed the respectable sort, he was glad to have someone like that to count on. The Rider seemed slightly less... respectable, though he would never be so blunt as to say so. As both she and her Master seemed less than inclined to help in partaking in any sort of direct efforts to mitigate their circumstances, it was unlikely her personality would be any sort of legitimate problem.

And then of course there was his own Servant. Caster, demure yet compelling in her presence, appeared and introduced herself. Anthony simply bowed his head to indicate he had no objections to her actions.

"Madam Caster and I would be more than willing to-"

What his attempt to add something to the conversation was cut short, however, by the dramatic entrance of the latest participants of the meeting. If the large man crashing through the window and announcing the arrival of his diminutive Master took Anthony off guard, he did not show it. In fact, he remained completely still when the glass shattered, as he'd had the good fortune to not be in the direct line of motion of the Servant. Only after the dust had settled did he brush off the shards of glass that had landed on him, then resume his attentive posture.

"Greetings, Miss Lancia. You will find refreshments here, hopefully still suitable for consumption," he said, motioning to the tray of food he had brought. Without missing a beat, he resumed from where he'd left off.

"We would be more than willing to offer what aid we can. Though of course the War itself must resume, it is in our best interest to support each other in search of answers until it does."

[Zinnia Edelweiss]

Looking beyond the afternoon sky of the artificial world created by the Serial Phantasm created by the Moon Cell.

Choosing to stay silent while listening to the discussion of the others was what Zinnia had decided to do. Of course, it does not mean she would not contribute to this meeting. . .well, that was what she had planned originally. Hearing the request of Leopold, the one who announced this Council meaning, she too agreed that a temporary ceasefire is plausible. 

The appearance of more Servants also surprised her: seeing a new arrival of a Caster belonging to the man who gave the snacks to everyone in which she thought was very beautiful in appearance and a black dressed Servant under the class of Rider who, after materializing, threw herself unto her master.

"This woman reminds me somehow of that perverted Servant." 

Zinnia thought while observing the two with an irritated face. Though she has no problems with Public Display of Affection from couples, at least don't do it while in a formal meeting with other people is what she's thinking. With this Rider's personality, she's thinking that she'd definitely get along with her Caster very much.

Since everyone's been discussing on how they could contribute or how they would deal with this situation, Zinnia finally spoke with a very mature voice hiding her nervousness from talking to many strangers, "I--and my Servant also do not have any interest to be participating in combat. I don't think we will contribute that--much in that department." 

Crossing her arms and appearing as if in deep though to avoid the suspicion that she stuttered, she glanced everyone one by one and then resumed her dialogue, "But---I also agree that we should at least stop the hostility until we get back to the Near Side."

After letting out a sigh of relief in her mind that she managed to hold her dialogue firmly well, she returned her gaze outside. Suddenly, she noticed the ceiling was shaking. It was unbelievable for something artificially made to experience such things and it would be doubtful that there would be earthquakes in this place as well.

She concluded that something irregular is happening above them, probably a work of a Master and his Servant. And, yes it was. Smashing through the windows she had been gazing upon, a large man clad in a school uniform of this School they were in jumped from the outside.

Some of the flying broken glass went straight to Zinnia. Fortunately, her adrenaline reactions did not fail  her and manage to evade being pierced by docking under the table. After the commotion and the introduction of the new arrival, Zinnia went back to sit on her chair and noticed a girl in a coconut hairstyle. And as for the servant, Zinnia had already guess what class he is just by his actions but his ability to speak bewildered her for quite a bit. 

"Couldn't you at least knock on a door, Berserker?" She fired an annoyed glare at the new arrival Servant before calming herself as she fixes the white muffler wrapping her neck. 

[Caster of Anthony Prescott]

The meeting was going surprisingly well. Words are unnecessary when it comes to Anthony and herself, both understand each other pretty well that any simple look or action is more than enough for both of them to understand the situation, Yet the calm of the meeting was shattered by a loud and dangerous entrance. 

Of course, no other than a berserker class servant could make such an entrance, and just to introduce her master, how careless of him to do such a thing. The big gave of his entrance made a lot of window glasses fly in the air, some fell on Anthony's shirt and she easily covered herself with  her umbrella from the ones going on her direction. After closing it, she directed her eyes to Anthony to check if he was damaged somehow, for his luck he was not and after watching him clean himself up, a smile of relief filled her face.

A quick glance on Berserker helped her understand the situation they were in already, in a small room with a lot of servants and masters around  plus a careless Berserker, anything could be possible. She knew how to keep calm and when to react, simply by not letting her guard down and closing her umbrella, she stepped closer behind Anthony's back, whispering a few words to him.

"Master, given the current situation I rather stay close to you."

By closing her eyes and holding on her umbrella close to her, she was showing her master that she was taking a defensive, yet not threatening position; Still keeping her elegance and beauty and a calm expression under any circumstance. Although the calm meeting took an unexpected turn, Caster knew she had to be always by her master's side. More than a duty, her responsibility to keep him safe and alive.

[klarysa Stoklosa]

A strong light was almost blinding her eyes. The vision she had of her dying by the hands of her brother's girlfriend was not a dream, it was a reality and she quickly realized she was dead.

"Onii-chan. . . Onee-chan. . . I'm-I'm sorry. . ." She could still feed the sadness in her soul. The desire of continuing living on next to her beloved siblings was no longer possible, or at least that's what she thought. The Moon cell was a special place, it was not heaven, but if she was not in heaven yet then there was probably a chance for her to fix everything; All she had to do is look for it.

"Don't worry, Onii-chan. . .Onee-chan. . . Little me will do her best!" she said after shutting her eyes tight and opening them again, Now to find herself in what it seemed to be an Academy.

Her eyes were wide open and her face was filled up with a big smile. She died at a very young age, not being able to experience her full school-life but having older siblings led her to know most about it, at least superficially, But there was something wrong with the whole thing, everyone in the academy near here were looking almost like if they were dead, it was a bit of scary at first but the fact that she was a ghost took it off almost instantly.

She did not have time to react to everything when a sudden message appeared from what it seemed to be a human to her. He was asking all the "masters" to cease the fire and have a meeting in the council room, on the third floor of the main building. 

"Onii-chan, Onee-chan, My other siblings are calling me!, please wish me luck!"

Although the message was explicit enough, she did not know where she was but there were a lot of NPCs around to ask. Of course she did not know they were NPCs yet, she would treat them as normal people as well although they didn't seem as lively and human as the first guy who sent the message to her.

"Ne, Onii-chan!" She yelled to one of the NPCs walking around the hallways."Where can I find the Cafeteria?", The NPC kindly gave her the direction and so she walked all the way there, the meeting could wait, just as everyone have always waited for her in her life.

As soon as she reached the place, there were other NPCs around, not as many as before but it was good for her. She didn't feel like walking straight into a place with unknown people, even if they were her siblings without knowing yet; She needed a weapon to defend her self under any circumstance. After a quick glance around the place, she spotted a sharp knife in one of the tables, she didn't think twice about it, she knew what she had to do but to avoid acting suspicious she kindly asked one of the NPCs to pass it to her.

"Onee-chan! Can you pass me that knife pleeaaase? I need it to cut some hard stuffs in my classroom!" She said in a cheerful manner, putting up a cute face to cope up with her favor and so the NPC did so. After getting the knife of her hands, she knew she was ready to leave "Thank you Onee-chan!" She smiled to the NPC and before leaving she asked "By the way, Where is the council room? I got a weird message saying there was a meeting but I don't really know how to get there!" The NPC Kindly gave her the direction and as soon as she could, she got on her way to it. As dead and boring as the NPCs looked to her, they were at least somehow useful to her.

"I wonder what'll be the face of my siblings when they see their little sister come through the door!" She'd giggle while walking on the hallway, almost close to the room. "I bet they'll be surprised!"

She saw the room was open, not "open" but more like broken, she didn't notice this at all, she didn't want to make her siblings wait any longer and as soon as she reached the door, she made her entrance.

"Hello!!!" She said in a loud happy tone, watching around the place with the door broken and glasses around, also to all the people that were inside, she had carefully hidden her knife in her clothes and she tried to change that dead-serious mood that could be felt within the room.

"My name is Klarysa Stoklosa!, I'm your little sister and I'm pleased to meet you all!, let's get along okay?!" With a big smile on her face, she couldn't feel happier to see so many faces around her. This was certainly going to be an interesting afterlife experience for her.

[Aurelia Dharma Lancia]

Aurelia hadn’t exactly been expected Berserker to shorten their route like that, but it wasn’t like she minded. He was thinking outside the box. That was good. And besides, a little glass never killed anybody. Actually, now that she thought about it, flying shards of glass definitely did have the potential to actually kill someone. Whoops. She looked around the room and, after having determined that nobody was dead yet, sized up the folks that she assumed would eventually be her allies.

There was a bald guy. That was bad news. Bald people were, at least in her mind, loose cannons just by default. They were alright people until you gave them even the tiniest smidgen of power, at which point they went absolutely insane. She’d need to keep her eye on that one. The others were fairly unexciting, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Old guy, blueberry haired lady who for some reason thought that a Berserker was going to give a crap about doors…

Before she could finish her thought, some kid walked in. Or rather, cotton candy in the shape of a kid. Aurelia smiled and clapped her hands excitedly.
“Oh my god, she’s like a little pink teddy bear or something.” She cooed.
“Are you even real, darlin’?”

Gathering herself, she turned back to the group. Everyone else was introducing themselves, and while Berserker was certainly a tough act to follow, she figured that she ought to as well.
“Anyhow yeah, I’m Aurelia! This is Zerker. He’s pretty chill. We’re not really here to cause problems. I just need to kill a guy.” She explained.
“He’s called the Good Luck Bomber. I don’t know what he looks like exactly, but if you see him, tell him I’m looking for him. Honestly I kinda hoped he’d be here so we could get it over with, but…welp. That’s life.”

[leopold]

Leopold didn't seem disappointed, a great deal of the masters were agreeing to his terms. Though collaboration for the dungeon exploration seemed to need more time, either some masters were still reluctant or weren't confident on the means to assist. Whether it was lack of trust, confidence or reluctance to be in danger it didn't matter, it was something Leopold could understand.

Still he smiled when Frederick stepped forward, he may just have a Caster but with Leopold's own Rider they should be able to function properly, more support would be of course welcomed.

Then something crashed into the room. Leopold shifted his body to shelter the computer terminal he had set up trying to shield it from the flying bits of glass. He turned back around to witness a giant man, then flinched when he spoke in such a loud manner. It was a berserker, it had to be.

It didn't seem it had hostile actions and at least it was saner than most seemed to be. Leopold sighed in relief, when the notion of this meeting turning into a bloodbath, with these number of servants packed in a closed room a good deal of the masters would have been caught in the crossfire. Leopold had his Rider in stasis, but maybe a command seal could awaken him and another one used to bring him here... but Leopold hoped it wouldn't come to that. But that Berserk Master, seemed like she would be troublesome and if the person she was looking for, then it was more worrisome.

Leopold then shifted his attention to a new comer, a little girl. Instantly Leopold's heart sank, how could a girl like her have entered the Moon Cell? This wasn't the place for one...

"Ahem..."

Leopold coughed, to regain his composure and attempt to bring attention back to the subject.

"Ms. Aurelia, if you can next time avoid such types of entries, it would help a long way to prevent misunderstandings."

He looked around the room and noticed that one of the masters was gone, it was a shame. The young man must have slipped out during the commotion.

"I do not know if the Good Luck Bomber is here in the Moon Cell, but if he is here then we should all be careful. Regardless, this meeting is for those seeking to hold a truce while we are trapped here and to seek for a way to leave the Far Side."

Leopold shifted his attention back to the other masters.

"Thank you everyone, I am planning to use this room as an information and coordination center. I set up a terminal, with it I should be able to force teleport anyone trapped in the dungeon or that needs rescue, if you contact me I can rescue you. Besides that, I can provide backup with my Rider."

[seluna]

Seluna kept listening, her expression had for the most part remained neutral. It seemed that most people agreed to a truce, that was nice and sensible, at least these people weren't maniacs that gave some form of consolation to Seluna yet that feeling was one she took cautiously if and when things get fixed, they'd be enemies.

Seluna rubbed the back of her head, returning her attention to the opinions of the others. It seemed that most of the people who came here were willing to offer support yet at the same time didn't see themselves as being that much of a help, either because of their own servants or different priorities. Seluna couldn't blame them, she was doing pretty much the same.

Then something crashed into the room, because of her positioning she only saw a shadow on the window and then the glass being broken and spraying all over. Seluna ducked, "I knew this would happen!" She said, thinking she only thought it not being aware that she actually said it. When she looked up, she saw one of the masters calmly walk away so that told her no one was being murdered or that this would be a trap.

Seluna got up and didn't bother dust herself off, she glared at the Berserker and then at the girl she carried. "Scratch the idea that everyone here was sensible..."

Then of course another bizarre event happened. A girl, a ten year old girl walked in. That made Seluna's jaw drop, then the girl spoke.

"Ok that has to be some old dude pretending to be a little girl." Seluna thought, composing herself and turning her attention back to Leopold, who was trying to restore order to the meeting.

At least he was offering things. That slightly improved Seluna's opinion of the guy.

"I'll agree to the truce, for the time being however, I'm gonna investigate on my own."

Seluna spoke, moving toward the door. "If there's an emergency feel free to call me and I'll help out."

Seluna walked past Klarysa gave her a wink, though she still thought it was an heavily modified avatar. Seluna then waved at everyone and left.

She had to find her servant.

[Seluna exit]

[Deleted]

The sudden crash into the wall would have been a bit of a surprise to most people, but David just tilted his head to the side to make sure nothing hit him. "Do you really have to be so loud?" He asks, before slumping back into his chair. He needed to find an excuse to leave quickly, or the time he was wasted was reaching critical levels. The fact that she talked with a volume at or higher than the sound of the crash was not helping matters.

The last straw for him was the little girl. He could take a lot, but when the information went from being mildly interesting to pointless, he can't take any more.

David sighs, shaking his head. "Well, if that's it, thanks for letting me know. If you really need me and Rider to help, call me. Other than that, I think I'll have plenty of things to do." It was troublesome to have to worry about things, but in the end he doubts people would take his art as seriously as they did. He figured it made sense they valued their lives so highly, but they didn't have to be such plebians about it.

As he walks out of the door, he turns back. "Rider, feel free to stay around with these people if you want. It could be helpful in case there's more things to say. I'm gonna go back and get a head start on things." Giving a little, jerky wave, he addresses everyone in the room. "Seeya."

-Exit David-

[Rider of David Bezal]

"Well, that's one way to make an entrance," Rider mused after the smoke had cleared from the dramatic arrival of Berserker. As the exchange of pleasantries and boring talk of strategy continued on uninterrupted, Rider surveyed the assembled group. Such a varied lot, and she looked forward to getting to know each and every one of them. She was somewhat disappointed when several seemed to be taking their leave so soon, and when that group came to include David she had to let out a sigh.

"My apologies for my Master, he isn't one for social gatherings. I on the other hand love them, so you can look forward to my continued company in this and any other meetings you want to hold." Unless something else happened to be more interesting to her at the time, she might have added. She didn't, because honestly it might have been taken as somewhat offensive, but it was the truth. But concerning herself with whether or not she would attend future meetings was not important; what was important was how she was going to spend her time in this one, or more accurately, who she was going to spend it with now that her Master had departed.

Choosing at random, she approached the short Master of the Berserker who had made such a dramatic entrance. Given that she hadn't been around for Rider's introduction, it would only be polite.

"Well aren't you the most adorable little thing ever? Or-" Rider noted the pink child that had also recently entered, "-well, quite adorable in any case. Rider, pleased to make your acquaintance, Aurelia." Most, on the occasion of first greetings, would choose to extend their hand for a friendly shake, or perhaps even simply nod at the other individual. Rider was not most people, as she demonstrated right away by attempting to scoop up Aurelia in a warm, overly affectionate hug.

[klarysa Stoklosa]

Not long after she entered the room people were already leaving. The tall man that was standing in front of here was speaking some weird words to her. Although she couldn't understand most of it she decided to pay attention to it. It didn't last long until she saw the first person leave that her attention dropped off, a tall girl compared to her with blonde hair that winked her eye at her, at first she was confused but then she assumed it was proof of her accepting her as her little sister.

"That makes one down and I haven't even yet started!" She thought to herself while holding a smile back at her as an answer.

Soon after the girl left, a guy stood up and started to head the same way. Plain simple for her but she understood that all her siblings would be from different shapes and forms. Right after he left she quickly remembered she was asked something, something weird by a small girl.

"Aurelia? That was your name right?" She asked remarking the words that the tall man said before to while looking at her. "Aurelia Onee-sama! I'm glad to meet you and yes I am very real!"  She replied with a huge smile on her face.

"Although I'm not really sure what's going on. . ." She quickly moved next to Leopold's side and held his arm tightly, giving the impression of both of them knowing each other for a while now "...I'm sure my Onii-chan here will take care of me and explain what's all this about!" She smiled at everyone while holding his arm, almost as if she was showing off, she had no intentions to let go either and fighting her back would probably be useless.

[Fredrik Henning Abels]

Fred was not the dumbest or slowest person, but even this meeting got beyond his ability to follow everything that was going on. His body began acting on instinct, simply making small gestures to acknowledge things while still processing everything that people were doing. He immediately covered his face when he saw the looming shadow outside the window and felt the tremor from what was likely an impact. A couple shards got caught in his coat but otherwise he got out rather okay, since he was closer to the door than the windows. Pulling them out, he just watched on as the Master of this crazy Servant spoke up.

"Huh, Good-Luck Bomber eh...?" it was not a name he was unfamiliar with. They had gotten quite a few reports of his activities but he seemed to ever elude their capture. It probably didn't help that they had a lot of terrorists to deal with as of late, and a surprising amount of them were attacking within the area owned by the Plutocracy. Really, you'd think they would try to avoid being right in the enemy's backyard, but may be the Counter Terrorist Force was spread so thin they felt they could get away with it. He'd have to fix that.

"Well, Aurelia, I'll let you know if I find him. I might be obligated to take him down though if he leaves me no choice; it is my job to stop terrorists after all," he answered her with a small shrug, not really putting a lot of emphasis on the fact he basically said 'I might have to kill him for you since its my job'. He then turned to Leopold, who seemed to have acquired a small adorable child stuck to his arm during the time he was occupied thinking about the Good-Luck Bomber. He immediately held back his urge to get a close up sketch of the girl, and kept his gaze on Leopold as he continued, "Things are getting a bit crowded for my liking, so I'll head out for now. We'll catch up later and figure out some more details for this exploration mission."

With that he turned to Caster, figuring that, "If you want to stay and listen some more you can. Otherwise feel free to follow me."

And with all his important notes spoken, he made his way out the door giving a small wave to all those in the room.

[Exit Fred]