He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 51 *Love me some expertise*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 51 *Love me some expertise*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
"Well, I want to know your last name, and his class. Not his true name though. That would spoil the fun! In return I'll tell you my class."
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 51 *Love me some expertise*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
"Well, I want to know your last name, and his class. Not his true name though. That would spoil the fun! In return I'll tell you my class."
She takes a deep breath, a small warmth following “Khruntz. My last name is Khruntz. Kenji is a Berserker, if it was hard for you to tell that much.”
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 51 *Love me some expertise*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
"Well, I want to know your last name, and his class. Not his true name though. That would spoil the fun! In return I'll tell you my class."
She takes a deep breath, a small warmth following “Khruntz. My last name is Khruntz. Kenji is a Berserker, if it was hard for you to tell that much.”
"Fun. Now of course I haven't believed a word you've said, and I don't believe those, but I won't pry." He smiles slightly, but it feels cold, not reaching his eyes If you couldn't tell from my dashing roguishness, I'm an Assassin. Want to take a guess to my identity?"
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 51 *Love me some expertise*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
"Well, I want to know your last name, and his class. Not his true name though. That would spoil the fun! In return I'll tell you my class."
She takes a deep breath, a small warmth following “Khruntz. My last name is Khruntz. Kenji is a Berserker, if it was hard for you to tell that much.”
"Fun. Now of course I haven't believed a word you've said, and I don't believe those, but I won't pry." He smiles slightly, but it feels cold, not reaching his eyes If you couldn't tell from my dashing roguishness, I'm an Assassin. Want to take a guess to my identity?"
“It doesn’t matter, either you’ll eventually tell us, or someone else will.” Kenji immediately begins a string of guesses, all of them wildly wrong, but deeply passionate, like he’s playing a trivia game with his friends and not being threatened by an assassin.
He smiles “And that’s about wrong, other way around.” He points to Rebecca “Master.” Points to himself “Servant. Now explain what you want from us, other than to watch me apparently.”
“Interesting. I’m just here to gather information. And since you’re not the Master, you’re not important to me anymore.” He stares down Rebecca “Tell me more about yourself, and maybe I won’t end up carving up that pretty little face of yours.”
She clasps her hands together, putting them on the table and softly smiling at them, her voice calm and steady “Please, threaten me again, Kenji hasn’t had a fight worth his time as of recent, and punching a hole through you might change that.” Kenji puts his jacket on his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"Watching him try would be interesting. But you didn't answer my question." faster than she can realize, a knife hits the table, the jagged blade centimeters from her hand "I won't ask again lassie." Intimidation: 51 *Love me some expertise*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
"Well, I want to know your last name, and his class. Not his true name though. That would spoil the fun! In return I'll tell you my class."
She takes a deep breath, a small warmth following “Khruntz. My last name is Khruntz. Kenji is a Berserker, if it was hard for you to tell that much.”
"Fun. Now of course I haven't believed a word you've said, and I don't believe those, but I won't pry." He smiles slightly, but it feels cold, not reaching his eyes If you couldn't tell from my dashing roguishness, I'm an Assassin. Want to take a guess to my identity?"
“It doesn’t matter, either you’ll eventually tell us, or someone else will.” Kenji immediately begins a string of guesses, all of them wildly wrong, but deeply passionate, like he’s playing a trivia game with his friends and not being threatened by an assassin.
“True that. By the way, Kenji, you are very, very wrong.”
“True that. By the way, Kenji, you are very, very wrong.”
He stops guessing "So what is your identity? Can I get a hint?" Rebecca just sighs, shaking her head and goes back to eating.
“I’ll tell you. Know that it won’t help you in battle very much. Unlike most Servants, I lack a True Name, as nobody truly knows who I am. I am just one of the many possibilities of my identity. But most know me by my alias. A name that struck fear in the people of London. I am Jack The Ripper.” He smiles madly
*Oh yeah, is he level 40? Or are his stats that ludicrously high? Either way, I just want to make sure how strong I get to make Kenji.*
*Yeah, level 40. Rouge and depends on Noble Phantasm*
*Just wondering, Kenji is probably going to be pretty strong, what would Apollo get him, or is that already claimed?*
*I’m confused. Is Kenji an alias and he’s Apollo, or is it something different?*
*Yeah, its an Alias, because who goes around telling people they're a Greek god? Also, my understand of this verse in incredibly small.*
*Okay. It would probably give him a bunch of light related powers. As well as healing and maybe minor clairvoyance. Didn’t expect for a Berserker though.*
“True that. By the way, Kenji, you are very, very wrong.”
He stops guessing "So what is your identity? Can I get a hint?" Rebecca just sighs, shaking her head and goes back to eating.
“I’ll tell you. Know that it won’t help you in battle very much. Unlike most Servants, I lack a True Name, as nobody truly knows who I am. I am just one of the many possibilities of my identity. But most know me by my alias. A name that struck fear in the people of London. I am Jack The Ripper.” He smiles madly
He nods, smiling much more friendly "The guy who killed helpless women, right?" Obviously a slight towards the man in front of them, though they could likely kill him with little difficulty, or at least thinks that "Absolutely terrifying."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Oh yeah, is he level 40? Or are his stats that ludicrously high? Either way, I just want to make sure how strong I get to make Kenji.*
*Yeah, level 40. Rouge and depends on Noble Phantasm*
*Just wondering, Kenji is probably going to be pretty strong, what would Apollo get him, or is that already claimed?*
*I’m confused. Is Kenji an alias and he’s Apollo, or is it something different?*
*Yeah, its an Alias, because who goes around telling people they're a Greek god? Also, my understand of this verse in incredibly small.*
*Okay. It would probably give him a bunch of light related powers. As well as healing and maybe minor clairvoyance. Didn’t expect for a Berserker though.*
*Eh, Apollo was as much a fighter as he was a healer. I was thinking fire powers and minor healing abilities myself. Maybe Surtr would be better for that. What do you think?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“True that. By the way, Kenji, you are very, very wrong.”
He stops guessing "So what is your identity? Can I get a hint?" Rebecca just sighs, shaking her head and goes back to eating.
“I’ll tell you. Know that it won’t help you in battle very much. Unlike most Servants, I lack a True Name, as nobody truly knows who I am. I am just one of the many possibilities of my identity. But most know me by my alias. A name that struck fear in the people of London. I am Jack The Ripper.” He smiles madly
He nods, smiling much more friendly "The guy who killed helpless women, right?" Obviously a slight towards the man in front of them, though they could likely kill him with little difficulty, or at least thinks that "Absolutely terrifying."
“Indeed. But I don’t think anyone missed them to be honest. They hardly even looked for me. All because it was a poor neighborhood in a poor part of the city.” He pulls a knife from his coat and pricks his finger with it, a drop of blood running down his palm “I don’t know why I did it to be honest. Maybe they had wronged me. Or maybe I was just a sick sadist looking to kill. I think the second one is more correct.”
“True that. By the way, Kenji, you are very, very wrong.”
He stops guessing "So what is your identity? Can I get a hint?" Rebecca just sighs, shaking her head and goes back to eating.
“I’ll tell you. Know that it won’t help you in battle very much. Unlike most Servants, I lack a True Name, as nobody truly knows who I am. I am just one of the many possibilities of my identity. But most know me by my alias. A name that struck fear in the people of London. I am Jack The Ripper.” He smiles madly
He nods, smiling much more friendly "The guy who killed helpless women, right?" Obviously a slight towards the man in front of them, though they could likely kill him with little difficulty, or at least thinks that "Absolutely terrifying."
“Indeed. But I don’t think anyone missed them to be honest. They hardly even looked for me. All because it was a poor neighborhood in a poor part of the city.” He pulls a knife from his coat and pricks his finger with it, a drop of blood running down his palm “I don’t know why I did it to be honest. Maybe they had wronged me. Or maybe I was just a sick sadist looking to kill. I think the second one is more correct.”
"It doesn't matter, we'll never get to know, and if we do, what difference will it make today?" He stands up, leaving his money behind for the waiter, Rebecca nodding to them before heading out, Kenji picking up his jacket over his shoulder "I assume you were sent to find me, you thought I was a master, found out I was the servant, and now you're after Rebecca?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Oh yeah, is he level 40? Or are his stats that ludicrously high? Either way, I just want to make sure how strong I get to make Kenji.*
*Yeah, level 40. Rouge and depends on Noble Phantasm*
*Just wondering, Kenji is probably going to be pretty strong, what would Apollo get him, or is that already claimed?*
*I’m confused. Is Kenji an alias and he’s Apollo, or is it something different?*
*Yeah, its an Alias, because who goes around telling people they're a Greek god? Also, my understand of this verse in incredibly small.*
*Okay. It would probably give him a bunch of light related powers. As well as healing and maybe minor clairvoyance. Didn’t expect for a Berserker though.*
*Eh, Apollo was as much a fighter as he was a healer. I was thinking fire powers and minor healing abilities myself. Maybe Surtr would be better for that. What do you think?*
*Surtr would make more sense imo. But you do what feels right to you*
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
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*This is ridiculous, if you get another nat20 I might just think you’re cheating.*
She slowly nods “In particular what do you want to know?” She puts her hands back down, Kenji knows not to move, though his hand does clasp into a fist, breathing slowly to calm himself down “My name is Rebecca, as you know, I am Kenji’s Master.”
*Oh yeah, is he level 40? Or are his stats that ludicrously high? Either way, I just want to make sure how strong I get to make Kenji.*
"Well, I want to know your last name, and his class. Not his true name though. That would spoil the fun! In return I'll tell you my class."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
She takes a deep breath, a small warmth following “Khruntz. My last name is Khruntz. Kenji is a Berserker, if it was hard for you to tell that much.”
"Fun. Now of course I haven't believed a word you've said, and I don't believe those, but I won't pry." He smiles slightly, but it feels cold, not reaching his eyes If you couldn't tell from my dashing roguishness, I'm an Assassin. Want to take a guess to my identity?"
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Yeah, level 40. Rouge and depends on Noble Phantasm*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“It doesn’t matter, either you’ll eventually tell us, or someone else will.” Kenji immediately begins a string of guesses, all of them wildly wrong, but deeply passionate, like he’s playing a trivia game with his friends and not being threatened by an assassin.
*Just wondering, Kenji is probably going to be pretty strong, what would Apollo get him, or is that already claimed?*
“True that. By the way, Kenji, you are very, very wrong.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*I’m confused. Is Kenji an alias and he’s Apollo, or is it something different?*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Yeah, its an Alias, because who goes around telling people they're a Greek god? Also, my understand of this verse in incredibly small.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He stops guessing "So what is your identity? Can I get a hint?" Rebecca just sighs, shaking her head and goes back to eating.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I’ll tell you. Know that it won’t help you in battle very much. Unlike most Servants, I lack a True Name, as nobody truly knows who I am. I am just one of the many possibilities of my identity. But most know me by my alias. A name that struck fear in the people of London. I am Jack The Ripper.” He smiles madly
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Okay. It would probably give him a bunch of light related powers. As well as healing and maybe minor clairvoyance. Didn’t expect for a Berserker though.*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
He nods, smiling much more friendly "The guy who killed helpless women, right?" Obviously a slight towards the man in front of them, though they could likely kill him with little difficulty, or at least thinks that "Absolutely terrifying."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Eh, Apollo was as much a fighter as he was a healer. I was thinking fire powers and minor healing abilities myself. Maybe Surtr would be better for that. What do you think?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Indeed. But I don’t think anyone missed them to be honest. They hardly even looked for me. All because it was a poor neighborhood in a poor part of the city.” He pulls a knife from his coat and pricks his finger with it, a drop of blood running down his palm “I don’t know why I did it to be honest. Maybe they had wronged me. Or maybe I was just a sick sadist looking to kill. I think the second one is more correct.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"It doesn't matter, we'll never get to know, and if we do, what difference will it make today?" He stands up, leaving his money behind for the waiter, Rebecca nodding to them before heading out, Kenji picking up his jacket over his shoulder "I assume you were sent to find me, you thought I was a master, found out I was the servant, and now you're after Rebecca?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Surtr would make more sense imo. But you do what feels right to you*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.