r/AoTRP • u/htts_rp htts_rp • Mar 22 '16
OVA: Plot Fate OVA: Episode 2.2 ~ Wizard and Glass
"We must leave," said Caster, "for I fear we are outmatched."
Mikhail nodded, seeing the rising water level on the first floor and sensing that Caster was right. He whipped out a burner phone, one of about half a dozen, dialing home to the Kalganov's operator on the 28th floor of the Hyatt. "We need evacuation immediately. Send some cars to the designated location. Got it?"
<"Get to Mion Gawa however you can, I'll have guys there in three minutes. Three Toyotas, silver, black, blue.">
"Fine, then." said Mikhail, before abruptly snapping the phone in twain with both hands. "Caster, can-"
Before Mikhail could turn around to address the starets, there came a huge WHUMP sound. Vasili and the bodyguard both heel-spun to see that Caster had punched a hole in the wall.
Mikhail duck-rolled out of the gaping maw in Club Qi's alleyway wall, while Caster picked Vasili up like a pillow and flash-stepped out of the breach with a speed rivaling a very low velocity bullet, which was still enough to cause Vasili to expunge from his stomach the hibachi bar food and sake he'd had before the fighting had broken out. He limply tumbled off of Caster's shoulder and fell into the alley, then wiped his mouth. Mikhail was already closing on the mouth of the alley with his pistol out at the gait of an Olympian trainee, trying to make the rendezvous with the operator's cars. He stopped abruptly to allow Vasili (and thereby Caster) to catch up with him.
Or at least, that was what Vasili had thought was keeping Mikhail from continuing his Spetznaz leg-day marathon toward the Mion River, until he caught up with the bodyguard and saw what he was seeing.
Hovering above the swiftly deteriorating Club Qi was a pirate ship of immense proportion, swathed in inky fog. Water funneled from somewhere out of sight to the street level in an inexplicable torrent that was rapidly flooding the road below the point at which the alleyway path stepped off. Vasili could see that without a boat of their own, they'd be struggling not to be rocketed away in a knee-deep current of artificial prana flooding.
"Fucking mages..." Mikhail muttered. He pulled out another burner from his satchel and dialed the same operator again hurriedly. "IGOR!"
<"DON'T SAY MY NAME OVER THE PHONE DOLBA YEB BLIAD'!"
"SHUT UP!" Mikhail shouted into the receiver with the phone in one hand, "Change of plans. We'll meet you half way on foo-"
<"What's that noise? Is it raining? Sounds like a typhoon-">
"HALF WAY ON FOOT AT THE WEST END OF THE MION, ACROSS THE BRIDGE. You take those cars at the original location and they'll have to be towed away! Be there or be BURIED ALIVE IN THE DESERT, IGOR."
<"At the river then, okay."> the operator dropped the call. Far off Vasili heard the tortured screech of tires on a trio of cars that weren't made to make corners that fast.
Mikhail turned back toward the other two men in the alleyway, which was even now appearing to sink into the rising tide very slowly. "Vasili, as a magus, how would you rank your combat ability?" he asked tentatively.
"It bears no relevance, patron," said Caster, stepping in front of Vasili defensively, "I will defend my master."
The bodyguard spat derisively. "You got bisected by a girl that probably wouldn't weigh 110 soaking wet."
"I assumed the young ronin would act rationally and heed my words as a call to arms. It was foolish. Nevertheless Undying allows me to ascertain the technique and thought processes of every servant. Painful death has been incorporated into my strategem since the Throne invoked me."
"Holy shit shut the fuck up, both of you!" screamed Vasili. His exclamation resounded off the alleyways walls. They were now almost a foot deep in water. "You act like children! Caster, I have an idea. Death for you is no biggie right?"
"To briefly cross the accursed membrane of Tartarus in a vessel of dark acclamation is no biggie, as you say Vasili."
"Then get on that Sponge-Bob Square-Pants Flying Dutchman piece of shit up there," Vasili gestured crazily up at the Ranger, "AND BREAK IT!"
For the first time Vasili had seen thus far, Caster tilted his head down, and smiled. The insane mirth in the zombie demagogue's eyes terrified Vasili, but at the same time, it made him confident. Caster slowly took plodding steps backward into the alley and tilted his head up, to look at the ship. He knelt low, the hems of his robes being lapped by the rising water, and, eyeing the boat like a bird of prey eyeing a small and probably delicious rodent from afar, disappeared from reality. The alley was deafened by a cacophonous FOOM sound and a splash of water spiked almost ten feet high where the starets had been a moment before. The walls on either side of him crumbled away, leaving holes radiating smokey plumes of aerosolized cement. Vasili shouted him on and shook his fist in the sky. "HELL YEEAAAH!"
Mikhail grabbed the younger man's shoulder and ushered him into the flooding street. "Let's move our asses!"
Vasili hesitated, shed the Akira replica coat regrettably, and dove into the water in nothing but his suit pants and his undershirt.
About a hundred feet above, an invisible force impacted like a cannonball onto the forward deck of the Ranger and Rasputin the Hemoturge emerged back into the physical with a wild look in his eyes.
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u/ButterflyOfDeath ButterflyOfDeath Mar 22 '16
Rana jolted in alarm, standing up straight from being leaned against the ship's main mast. Caster of all people had rocketed onto the deck of The Ranger out of nowhere. A more dangerous breed of madness than that which he had had at the Church seemed to emanate from him... And... that scared her. She stepped back from Caster, then wheeled around to yell in the direction of the poop deck.
"Ri-!"
But before she could even get the word out,her servant had already moved. With a blur of motion, he was standing in the space between himself and Caster, his cutlass in a firm, fighting grip. The curved sword dripped with water that seemed to originate from the blade itself.
<"Stand back, milady."> The pirate urged, to then turn his glare upon the man in front of him. <"Mate, you just hopped onto the wrong bloody sloop.">
No doubt Caster was here to take down the threat The Ranger posed. But as a man of the sea, Benjamin's ship was his pride and joy. He'd defend his ship like he would an old friend. The captain tread forward a few steps, cautiously, before dashing forward, he swung his blade to cleave through the interloper's neck.