Scene #5883: Territory Creation

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Ice King	Somewhere out in the Multiverse, Ice King has built a second ice castle. Only, it's not so much a castle as a chalet. He just scooped it from somewhere with a huge mound of snow that he rolled through across the land to the desired destination with his ice magic, and now he and his new friend have a ski lodge of sorts. It's warm and cozy, fire in the fire place, with soft couches and rockings chairs and lacquered wood furniture... 'The Woiks', so to speak. Ice King pops into the living room in a green and white holiday sweater and black pants that together make him look almost normal. If his beard and hair were trimmed, his nose a bit shorter, and if he ditched the crown... Maybe wore some glasses... Well, he'd look like a (blue) gentleman out enjoying a winter vacation! Instead he looks a bit more like an off-duty Santa Claus (if Santa Claus was blue and wore a crown). "Hey, HEY, hey!" he calls out as he lingers in the kitchen doorway. "Who waaaants... NAchosssss?" He emerges fully, a big bowl of nachos in his hands. He shakes them a bit to emphaize their existence. As his shoes click-click-click on the hardwood floors, Ice King says, "Gunther wanted to stay back at the castle so we only have to split them two ways." He chuckles slightly as he says, "Though of course I could eat them all myself if I had to!" He stops to set the bowl on a coffee table in the center of the room, surrounded by seating, and within range of the merrily crackling fireplace. "Ayuuuup. Nothing quite like fresh nachos." He props his hands on his hips and looks expectant. "..Do you wanna' play Monopoly?"
Gawain	Ice King isn't alone. Sitting in the room, in the seat furthest from the fire, is an old ice elemental. A wisened white beard, a long blue nose, and a pair of chicken feet make him stand out. This is the Servant Caster, a powerful wizard from Ooo's ancient past. Currently, he's taking notes, almost sort of lost in thought as he writes a big diagram about the various Servants and Masters in the Grail War. He's doing so peacefully, as well. Or atleast, he is until Ice King arrives. This gets him to look up from his work, especially as Ice King sort of pressures a response. There's a light sigh. "Nachos? You want me to stop my work for nachos? I'm currently trying to go over our enemies and their apparent weaknesses and strengths. With this facility up, we should be spending more time focusing on our next action, not on playing board games!" His voice is firm, though he's not trying to be rude, it seems, as he does eye the nachos briefly. Caster actually looks like he's considering taking one. And in the end, Caster indeed moves over to the coffee table and takes some nachos. He's very careful about it not getting on his notes, as he eats it up. "Now, tell me. What were your thoughts on the other Servants, on the crowd? Did you get any good data out of it?" Caster clearly has his own thoughts, but it seems he wants his Master's take on things.
Ice King	Ice King takes a seat on a couch across from Caster. He listens, blinking at the protest against the idea of playing Monopoly, but glad when the other wizard sits down. "Hey, I get it! No one has THAT kind of time! No Monopoly, got it." He arches a fuzzy white eyebrow and grins as he says, "It sounds like what you're into is Statego!" He lies down on the couch on his belly, propping himself up on his elbows and kicking his legs idly over his back like a schoolgirl over at a slumber party chatting about crushes. "Well, the ski guy gave me the idea for this place. I don't know what his deal was, or why he came after us when we were just sitting there. A real sack of eggs that guy. I guess there was a guy with a fire sword and... Someone on a broom?" He wobbles a hand back and forth. "The details are kind of fuzzy; there was a lot going on. But I totally remember that sexy snake lady~!" he bounces his eyebrows suggestively. "She seems like a pretty sweet magic user. Maybe we should team up! I hear she's, like, the goddess of chaos or something. We can't go wrong with her causing chaos for the other guys, right? Better than her doing it to us at least." He stretches, wheezing and grunting to snag a nacho from the bowl and stick it in his mouth, licking the melted cheese from his pointed fingers.
Gawain	The comment about other board games goes ignored, as Caster instead continues Ice King's analysis with a nod and a stroke of his beard. "Ruler, the arbitrator of the war, from the way he said it. His rules were easy enough to abide, so we should see no problem from him. The man on the skis, on the other hand, is likely our gravest threat. Attacking wildly like that, surviving as he did, he's dangerous. We'll want him to be our priority." The mentions about the 'pretty sweet magic user' gets a consideration from Caster for sure, who moves to take another nacho (they're pretty good nachos, he realizes) and crunch into it. After he finishes chewing and eating and getting any cheese waste out of his beard, he continues speaking. "An alliance...while it'd no doubt be temporary, she certainly has some might with magic, and being a 'goddess' is likely to make her formidable, more useful on our side than against us. And of course, she's a threat as well, and as they say, keep your enemies close. Yes, I have to agree, approaching her for an alliance would be quite useful. I'm glad we thought of it! What a fine job." Caster seems to, primarily, be praising himself, though he did say 'we'. "We'd need to find her, first, but this base is quite suitable for that. Not as great as one I could make, but suitable. So, after we team up with Berserker, what is your plan from there? How are you going to approach this war, hm?" Very goal-oriented. Looks like Caster's nto going to be in the mood for a board game tonight.
Ice King	Ice King sits up, pleased with the positive feedback. "I know, right? Who needs a goddess angry at them?" He shrugs, then points double thumbs at himself. "Not this guy! I mean, I guess I defeated a god before, but that was to save a lady. Pulling aggro from divine figures isn't what I call a good time. You can trust me on that." He pauses. "Unless it's HER divine figure. Maybe then." Nabbing some more 'natch', Ice King tries to do something he doesn't do very often and think ahead. Between chewing noises he says, "Well you know nomnmf in Stratego, you've got to test the mmfnmf waters a lil' bit before you plunge RIGHT IN THERE, you know? That's what Scouts are for! Now -- heh -- I'm not saying I'm any great strategist, though it has been said of me, once, just now, by me, but with how little we know about the others, maybe we should send some of our scouts!" Ice King gestures at himself, up and down, "I'm kind of working blind here. I've never been in one of these things before, and it's not like I know anything about history!" says the guy who was studying to be an antiquarian of lost artifacts before he became the Blue Meanie. "A few of those guys said their names on the radio. That's gotta' be a clue, right? Why not ask around? Maybe somebody knows something. An embarassing childhood incident or... A phobia or something!" He reaches inside his beard and pulls out a box of penguin-sized walkie-talkies, binoculars, and head-sets. "Besides, I've been dying for an excuse to try these out! Just think how cute our little scouts will be as they're out there watching for any troublemakers."
Gawain	There's a scoff at Ice King's overall demeanor, but Caster's willing to handle it...because he's back to note-writing on his scroll, clearly having a plan. He /is/ listening, but he's writing as he does so. "Yes...scouts. Perfect. The plan's flowing together, like a river down a giant's back! Here's what we'll do." Moving away from the nachos, Caster waves his arms around, putting his hands apart from each other. "You have all those minions, so we'll use those as scouts, with your equipment. We'll have them spy on the various Servants and Masters...there was that man with the Rider, who must be a Master. I don't have one of those radios and don't plan on having one of those radios, so if you have names, you'll need to provide them. Once we have our targets and their weaknesses, you and me will go in, and you'll watch as I freeze them solid. We'll collect the frozen blocks of all the Servants and deliver them to Ruler in exchange for our wish. It's perfect, another brilliant plan I came up with!" Even if most of the plan is actually Ice King's. Though, as he mentions the wish, there's suddenly a realization and curiosity. Caster turns to Ice King, moving to ask him something that seems very important. "Tell me. What /is/ your wish? What are you going to ask the Grail for?"
Ice King	Applause follows. "Wow, yeah! That sounds like a plan! We'll really show them what's what! Wizards rule!" Ice King is quite enthusiastic about this team-up, like he hasn't been since hanging out with Abracadaniel and going on a road trip with a bunch of other wizards. There's a real connection here, even if he has no idea what that connection really is, or that this elemental before him is responsible for everything that happened to him for the past thousand years. At the question of a wish though, Ice King takes a deep breath and heaves a sigh. "Well, you know, it's funny, when I came into this my wish was to have all the princesses all to myself! Especially Princess Bubblegum! But you know, this is nice too. Just us guys! Don't get me wrong, penguins are wonderful, but sometimes I want some company without flippers." He leans over, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch and propping his chin on his hand. Gesturing with the other hand, he says, "I don't know... I'm not really sure what I'd wish for anymore. That's a big deal! I guess I'd like to find out what's wrong with me. Why no one wants to be with me. Maybe to fix it? Hmm." Ice King strokes his beard and frowns. "If the Grail just tells me I'm a sociopath, then I'm going to flip someone's bricks. I dunno', I'll figure out when we get there!" He then gestures at Caster. "What about you? You seem like a smart guy, charming, powerful magic... You don't have any trouble with the ladies, do ya'? What else could you possibly want to wish for? You've got it all, man!"
Gawain	There's a proud 'hmph' as Ice King says that wizards rule and cheers the plan on, but Caster soons goes entirely quiet, as Ice King starts talking about more serious things. What's wrong with him, huh. Caster's pretty sure he knows what is, seeing that crown on top of his head. Knowing what happened to it. But there's no way he could say anything. What he suspected. So, instead, he considered heavily the question that was heaved at him. What would he wish for? Caster would focus his mind on that, because he knew the answer pretty easily. Sitting back down and leaning back in the chair, his answer was clear, though the praise does get to him first. "Yes, yes I am. But I have something I need to fix, a big mistake that only I can rectify. It's a good wish, though, and is sure to do great things. I can guarantee it!" Caster knows it would. After all, if the comet never impacted, things could only be better, couldn't they? Yes, they'd have to be. His success could only be a positive thing.