Servants and Class cards

"Okay.. Simurgh, Scion, Jack Slash, Leviathan, Shards.. Yup. Seems like classic worm." Jalter muttered to herself, still seated at the computer in the back corner, where she had knocked out the previous user.

"Seems to be the same Worm I heard about. If not for the Servants just.. popping up." Jalter snorted, seeing a few posts on PHO with some pictures regarding some strange looking people.

One being a huge muscular man with a massive sword. He was in Brazil, for some reason. Another was a blonde man in golden armor in Saudi Arabia, subjecting the locals and Capes. Then another, in England. A long haired platinum blonde woman in royal blue clothing wielding a large lance. One thought plagued Jalter's mind.

'How the fuck did they get clothes!?' Jalter huffed.

"Jeanne Alter's not got a lot of history. Being made by Gilles before being deafeated and summoned again. I've got more of Zeke in me than Jalter.. Maybe that's not the case for the others? Okay, think.. Focus.." Jalter closed her eyes and focused inward.

It wasn't long before she envisioned a black card. Something that resembled Jalter and her capabilities. Her parameters, personal skills and class skills. All accounted for and active passively, such as 'Self Replenishment', 'Avenger' and 'Oblivion Correction'. Along with some others that cemented her as a hate-filled Dragon Queen.

"Damn that's edgy. Kinda dommy though. I dig it." Jalter muttered before her focus changed to another part of the card she was focused on.

Clothing. The regular armor Jalter wore, the Shinjuku clothing she wore and an exquisite dress. Jalter hyper focused on the Shinjuku clothes and felt the clothing form over her body.

"Shit.. Now I feel stupid for going commando for that long." Jalter facepalmed in disappointment.

"Nnh.. ugh.." The unconscious young man on the floor started to wake up.

"Sorry about that, bro. I'll let you get back to being a perv in the cafe. Let's see.. huh... Triple Ecchi eh? Classic. I see you're also a fucking degenerate." Jalter smirked as she stood up and walked out.

By the time she got out, it was dusk. Around seven o'clock. She needed a place to stay for the night and she wasn't going to try her luck sleeping in the park. Regardless of where the Merchant, ABB or Empire territories were, a pretty girl sleeping out in the city park wasn't a good idea. Even if her only main concern was having to pummel any idiot who attempted to do anything to her. It'd be an annoying thing to wake up to.

"Homeless shelter's a no. So that leaves squatting in someone's place or a hotel. I dunno where Taylor lives so there goes making a deal with her to let me crash there for a night. Shame. I'd beat her bullies asses for free. It's October so I have two months to kill before canon. Lastly, a hotel. Kinda need money for that.. Though I think I know where to get some.." A devious smirk graced her lips as she finished thinking aloud.

And off she went. Back to the neighborhood she visited earlier, where she accidentally killed a Nazi. As soon as she returned, some people gave her a wide berth, letting her have a sidewalk all to herself. Jalter then approached a man in a tank top holding the leash to a large American Pit Bull.

"Yo, buddy?" She called out, seeing the dog look at her and hide behind his owner.

"Ah- what the fuck..? Bitch you're a guard dog!" The guy cried out indignantly before looking at Jalter with a side eyed glare.

"Yeah..? Listen if you're here to take my money.. I only got a twenty on me. Empire's already took my 'insurance' anyway." The guy replied, taking out a cigarette from the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Do I look like a Nazi to you?" Jalter gave her clothing a once over, looking for anything that screamed 'Heil Hitler'.

"You're in expensive clothes. In a poor neighborhood. You got that European accent and you're the whitest chick I've ever seen. You're NOT Empire?" He looked genuinely surprised.

"Nah. Worse. I'm French. We like surrendering, baguettes, throwing shit at our Government buildings and killing other French people. Viva la Revolution!" Jalter sarcastically retorted.

"Hah! Well as long as you're not extorting me. Want a cig?" He aaked, offering her from his box of cigarettes.

"Nah. Don't think it'd do anything. What you COULD do.. Is tell me where the nearest Empire owned building is. You know, ones where they stay in?" Jalter asked, seeing the guy's eyes widen.

"You gonna.. Nope, not askin'. I do know where one is. Some place the teenagers they recruit meet up at. Some abandoned houses at the very end of this street. You'll see 'em all boarded up. Some members hanging out on the front lawn and on some cars." The guy explained, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Thanks. All goes well, I'll be back with fifty bucks." Jalter replied before continuing on down the street.

"Ya'll right boy? That lady was scary enough to turn you into a pussy.. Shiiit." The guy laughed.

-Meanwhile, in said Empire-owned house-

"Jacob! You got the money from the Freshmen from Winslow?" One of the adult members called one of the new members from the living room, where he was counting dollar bills on the table in front of him.

"Yeah. Not a lot though." Jacob, the teen in question came in and emptied the money in his backpack.

"Just two hundred?" The man asked angrily.

"Woah- hey! Some of the chinks are protected by ABB. If we start leaning on them, the ABB guys will start shit." Jacob defended.

"Asian fucks.. Fuck! We need three hundred more. Tributes have all come in, students shaken down.. We'll need to step up, start edging into Merchant territory if we have to. I'd rather not have Hookwolf knocking on my door.." He sighed before hearing something that nearly voided his bowels.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

-Back with Jalter-

Standing in front of the door to the house, Jalter had a few thoughts. One being if these guys were certified Neo Nazis or just in this gang because it offered some sort of security. Since the other options are an Asian only gang and honest to God crackheads. The other thought being if there were any Capes inside.

'Eh.. a worn down house like this? Doubt it. Now.. how to introduce myself... What do racists like?' Jalter tapped her foot on the pavement before snapping her fingers.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

One of the teenagers walked up to the door.

"Who is it..?" He asked, much to the man's annoyance.

"I told you we have a fucking PASSWORD! Use it!" The man yelled out from the living room.

"Oh, yeah. I mean.. Password?" The teen awkwardly asked.

"Aye ya'll I got... nooses and crosses to burn fer ya." A woman replied in a forced Southern accent.

The man immediately stood up and pulled out a bat. The young members also scattered to pick up any weapon they could find, bike chains, brass knuckles, kitchen knives and even a lead pipe.

"We don't have a need for those, friend. Leave this private domicile, immediately." The man responded, hand on the doorknob.

"Hah~" They heard her sigh before pausing.

"As a kid, what was your favorite drink?" They heard her ask.

"Uh... Wha-" "-Mine was Kool Aid. OH YEAAAH!" Jalter interrupted with a light kick that made the door fly off its hinges and rocket into the house, where it smashed through the large television and exited out the back wall.

And in stepped Jalter, who whistled at the force in which she sent the door flying. Then looked at the confused adult and terrified teenagers.

"I've come to bargain.. Gimme your cash or I'll take it after some bones..?" Jalter stepped in and offered, seeing the man start to back up.

"HAAAAH!!!" One of the teenagers swung his fist at her face, hoping the brass knuckles would help to knock her out.

CLAP

He nearly whimpered when she caught his fist in her soft palm without looking at him.

"Option B it is.." A small smirk made its way to her face before she pulled him over by his arm and swung his body into another teen with a chain.

The two boys rolled halfway across the room as the two remaining teens decided it was a good idea to attack Jalter next. The adult was smart enough to start fleeing from the house while she was busy manhandling the rest.

"Fucking idiots..! Gotta call the others.. maybe get Hookwolf in- Gaaugh!" The man screamed as one of his junior members flew into him like a projectile, smacking him into the cool concrete.

"Well I'm definitely getting on Empire's radar now.. But fuck it! Quickest and easiest five grand I ever made." Jalter chuckled as she made her way out of the now trashed house.

She knew things would escalate in Brockton, with all the canon events. But anyone who was summoned and realized what universe they were in, very well may try to come here, to help, for selfish reasons or to just mess around with the people who live here. Either way, Jalter knew shit would go down soon. And being poor and homeless while it was, wouldn't be very beneficial. So, after giving the guy who directed her to her prize some money, she made way to a decent hotel in Downtown Brockton.

'Need to check in on the main cast. Taylor, the Daltons, The Wards, Lung.. See if any other Servant's gotten to them yet. If it all looks good, I'll go look for Taylor.' Jalter decided, unaware of the ripples she had caused in the Empire.

[AN: Sorry bout the chap speed. Caught up in Final Fantasy 16 and stuff]