Season 1: Persepolis/Round 1 Thread 5 - Revision history

Nat at 02:41, 12 April 2025

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	\|content=~~[[File:3134857-1B9B2.jpg]]~~Aratron narrowed his eyes at Tapio's question, as if the boy had asked something fundamentally simple. "Discerning one's name is mere child's play for a divine spirit, let alone my own Student. Do professors not check for attendance at your educational institutions? Of course they do! Similarly, I would not be able to teach without knowing at least the name of whoever I'm teaching."		\|content=Aratron narrowed his eyes at Tapio's question, as if the boy had asked something fundamentally simple. "Discerning one's name is mere child's play for a divine spirit, let alone my own Student. Do professors not check for attendance at your educational institutions? Of course they do! Similarly, I would not be able to teach without knowing at least the name of whoever I'm teaching."

	Aratron put it rather bluntly. While it did make sense in Tapio's head, it also strengthened his theory of the Servant being some popular teacher. That being said, he couldn't exactly think of many professors that would give themselves badass names such as '''Olympian spirit''' or '''governor of Saturn'''. He was dealing with an oddball of sorts.		Aratron put it rather bluntly. While it did make sense in Tapio's head, it also strengthened his theory of the Servant being some popular teacher. That being said, he couldn't exactly think of many professors that would give themselves badass names such as '''Olympian spirit''' or '''governor of Saturn'''. He was dealing with an oddball of sorts.
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	"Familiar created. Do not thank me, o frail one. Just repay me with eternal servitude." Aratron muttered to himself, gently tapping the pipe organ's keys as the cloud of dust that had gathered from grinding portions of the walls started to dissipate. Tapio coughed a bit, before witnessing the creature that had been birthed in front of him...		"Familiar created. Do not thank me, o frail one. Just repay me with eternal servitude." Aratron muttered to himself, gently tapping the pipe organ's keys as the cloud of dust that had gathered from grinding portions of the walls started to dissipate. Tapio coughed a bit, before witnessing the creature that had been birthed in front of him...

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	The wood had been removed, replaced by marble and rock that Aratron had somehow created from the church's remains. The pipes, organs and keys looked brand new. Additional instruments had been added to the pipe organ, making it look like an entirely different instrument. Even aesthetics were preserved, as Aratron stole two pieces of walls that contained stained glass panes and crudely, yet beautifully attached them to this work of art.		The wood had been removed, replaced by marble and rock that Aratron had somehow created from the church's remains. The pipes, organs and keys looked brand new. Additional instruments had been added to the pipe organ, making it look like an entirely different instrument. Even aesthetics were preserved, as Aratron stole two pieces of walls that contained stained glass panes and crudely, yet beautifully attached them to this work of art.
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	\|content=~~[[File:57835716-00211.jpg]]~~Aratron had constantly kept a straight face throughout his introduction, to the point that even his more ridiculous ideas were corroborated by his serious tone. However, he was taken off guard by Tapio's shift in demeanour. Instead of speaking casually as usual, the boy sounded a lot more confident in their following statements. Quite the perplexing shift in attitude, yet something very much worth documenting.		\|content=Aratron had constantly kept a straight face throughout his introduction, to the point that even his more ridiculous ideas were corroborated by his serious tone. However, he was taken off guard by Tapio's shift in demeanour. Instead of speaking casually as usual, the boy sounded a lot more confident in their following statements. Quite the perplexing shift in attitude, yet something very much worth documenting.

	"...I don't get a say in that? And who decided ''that'', exactly?" Aratron raised an eyebrow, trying to get a reply out of Tapio's snide grin. The boy came clean and revealed the nature of his summon: There was no Holy Grail War to partake in. He had been summoned outside of a proper battlefield, and his student seemed to have no intention of participating in an actual battle.		"...I don't get a say in that? And who decided ''that'', exactly?" Aratron raised an eyebrow, trying to get a reply out of Tapio's snide grin. The boy came clean and revealed the nature of his summon: There was no Holy Grail War to partake in. He had been summoned outside of a proper battlefield, and his student seemed to have no intention of participating in an actual battle.
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	Sand got all over his body, the boy being dragged back to his know-it-all of a Servant. Aratron stared at them with much disappointment, arms crossed like he was ready to deliver a stern talking to. Meanwhile, Tapio finally noticed the creature that had dragged him all the way back to his Servant's workshop. A small, gargoyle-like creature that could barely meet his stomach in terms of height. It seemed fairly weak, but its materials and colour scheme reminded him of something else. The pipe organ from earlier?		Sand got all over his body, the boy being dragged back to his know-it-all of a Servant. Aratron stared at them with much disappointment, arms crossed like he was ready to deliver a stern talking to. Meanwhile, Tapio finally noticed the creature that had dragged him all the way back to his Servant's workshop. A small, gargoyle-like creature that could barely meet his stomach in terms of height. It seemed fairly weak, but its materials and colour scheme reminded him of something else. The pipe organ from earlier?

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	"It seems I made a wise decision in summoning an additional familiar, just in case." Aratron said. "I was worried that other Servants would have made their move, especially those of the Assassin Class. Therefore, I summoned an Olympic familiar with capabilities to track down those who are naturally furtive and scheming. It appears that includes you too, my dear student."		"It seems I made a wise decision in summoning an additional familiar, just in case." Aratron said. "I was worried that other Servants would have made their move, especially those of the Assassin Class. Therefore, I summoned an Olympic familiar with capabilities to track down those who are naturally furtive and scheming. It appears that includes you too, my dear student."

Nat at 02:38, 12 April 2025

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	\|content=~~[[File:SPOILER_image0_2-07426.jpg]]~~		\|content=Tapio rubbed sweat from his forehead, arms sore and head swimming with all the sigils that made up one of the most complicated spells he'd ever reproduced. A perfect summoning circle was etched in the immaculately clean, checkered floor in front of him, its design barely visible under the dim glow of light spilling through the windows.

	Tapio rubbed sweat from his forehead, arms sore and head swimming with all the sigils that made up one of the most complicated spells he'd ever reproduced. A perfect summoning circle was etched in the immaculately clean, checkered floor in front of him, its design barely visible under the dim glow of light spilling through the windows.

	Stained glass windows, to be precise. A common fixture for churches and the rich alike, an impracticality that people refused to pass on even when they’d given up so much more for mankind’s survival in the New World. Though the dusty glass panes kind of spoke for themselves. The rest of the church was equally devoid of life, with barren walls lacking any sort of decor. It seemed that the poor had already taken what they could from the abandoned building, which made the integrity of the windows all the more astonishing.		Stained glass windows, to be precise. A common fixture for churches and the rich alike, an impracticality that people refused to pass on even when they’d given up so much more for mankind’s survival in the New World. Though the dusty glass panes kind of spoke for themselves. The rest of the church was equally devoid of life, with barren walls lacking any sort of decor. It seemed that the poor had already taken what they could from the abandoned building, which made the integrity of the windows all the more astonishing.
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	His chant grew louder and faster, a last ditch effort to keep his nerves under control as the boy blurted out the remaining verses. Tendrils of mana whipped about, snuffing out the lights overhead and plunging the room into darkness even as the circle burned bright with a violet light. Tapio shielded his eyes, knees weak and heart in his mouth as he prayed, for the first time in his life, that he would walk away from this strange phenomenon unscathed.		His chant grew louder and faster, a last ditch effort to keep his nerves under control as the boy blurted out the remaining verses. Tendrils of mana whipped about, snuffing out the lights overhead and plunging the room into darkness even as the circle burned bright with a violet light. Tapio shielded his eyes, knees weak and heart in his mouth as he prayed, for the first time in his life, that he would walk away from this strange phenomenon unscathed.

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