ERode

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

“Albrecht Dietrich,” Albrecht Dietrich replied suavely, totally aware that his charm wasn’t working but rolling with it despite the fact. “Aged up quite a bit, haven’t I? And you, da-” rling, holy shit that girl was loud. At the sound of the mad cackling, the fratboi in shining armor immediately whipped around, eyes flickering frenetically towards the source: a crazy clown chick that was definitely Phann. No doubt about it. With the assumption that everyone from 14-A got turned into weirdos…

Jester was definitely Phann, because of course that girl was batshit insane. Goth girl was probably Amaris, judging by her whole aesthetic. Lizard dude was…well, by deduction, it’d certainly be Henry, wouldn’t it? But there was a third guy. Genderswapping was a thing then. The elf had no accent though, so that discounted Jyu-Ni at least…yet the dwarf was belting out a Scottish accent that no one in the class had. Wait, that still worked. Dwarf had to be Jyu-Ni, cause no one else emoted that much (except for Phann, but she was insane). So that left Fae and Irene and Henry to fill the spots of Elf, dirty hobo, and scaly. Rewind a bit though, and you get...'porca troia’. Italian. Who was Italian? Irene. That was a male voice. Which meant that…think a bit further…who was more likely to show concern for someone else, Fae or Henry? In his mind’s eye, Albrecht imagined a coin flipping, and decided to go with his first answer. Henry was the Lizard, Fae was the elf.

With his conclusions made a half-second after he turned away from the beautiful gaze of the elven Fae (wow, imagine that sort of coincidence), Albrecht faced her once more, that lopsided grin on his face again. “And you’re Fae, right? Wild world, isn’t it? New bodies and all. How ‘bout you and I help each other get acq-”

The second roar, reptilian in nature, had the knight whipping his head around again, a mixture of anger and exasperation on his expression as he narrowed his eyes towards Henry, who…wasn’t the source of the roar after all. Wow, for all the praise he heaped unto the Goddess, she was certainly going out of her way to tell them to get the hell out, huh? From the weird butterflies that were flitting around to the roar that came from a long ways away, it was becoming clear now that Albrecht’s fate was to be divinely cockblocked until they went south.

Which was probably the opposite direction of the roar, right?

Hopefully.

Extracting his hand from Fae’s shoulder, the green-haired paladin’s smile became a bit sheepish as he stepped back. “Maybe another time, instead? Cause yeah, that thing sounds like bad news and I don’t want to wait around here for any good news.”

A pause. Right, the others should head over as well.

“Henry, Irene, you two look pretty big. Hold the rear with me. The rest of you girls, head away from the woods ASAP, yeah? Chop chop, let’s get the fuck outta here!”

There were no longer any pauses, as Albrecht unslung his shield from his back, sliding it over his left arm, before marching off with a casual, but purposeful gait. There was no doubt in his mind that they would follow, and even if they didn’t, he had no intention on sticking around for too long.

After all, who knew what other giant frickin’ monsters were going to converge onto this point? Surely not all predators were stupid enough to announce their presence from a decade away?

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Checkmate atheists. There is a God after all.

Of course, Albrecht never had any stake in that particular argument to begin with, considering how a degree in theology was an absolute meme, but it surely was a sign of a freer world that he could have such thoughts to begin with. The air was crisp, the plains were silent, the stone structures were mystifying. In his ears, the Goddess’s whispers reverberated, biding haste and caution in equal measures, her voice the voice of a myriad of individuals, a cacophonous melody that tugged at his heart. But while his faith endeared him towards the deity that freed him from his obligations as ‘Dietrich’, it was the wide open world that truly tugged at his heart.

He jumped up and, like a basketball-loving teen, smacked the top of the ‘shield’ pillar. Grinning wolfishly, he shifted into a cartwheel next, relishing the lightness of a body that still felt so incredibly hefty. There was mass here, muscle and meat so at odds with his former self. Reaching out with an ungloved hand, he plucked a strand of hair and marvelled at how the light green shone almost like gold in the sunlight, before immediately, as boys who suddenly reached the apex of puberty were inclined to do, stretching out the waistband of his dark trousers.

The moment he did so, the Frenzied Saint’s eyes widened.

Oh shit, blessed by the Goddess indeed.

Forget about the magical sword of stardust he could summon to his hand at a whim. Forget about the badass shield that rested on his back like a turtle ninja’s shell. Forget about his gravity-defying hair and the incredibly toned body that he attained without working out for a millisecond. This…this is what privilege was.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, with the slight awkwardness of a teenager who still wasn’t sure if he really should be saying such naughty words. Then he giggle-smirked at how deep and masculine his own voice had become and suddenly felt like jumping up and doing something crazy again. Holy shit this was hype. Holy shit this was awesome. “Holy shit, Goddess, this is actually super awesome. Thanks a lot, cause wowzers, this is gonna be fun!” Another fist-pumping, before Albrecht’s fresh, amber eyes turned to the others.

A fly-infested hobo. A scaly. A mega goth. A midget pirate. And a…oh, hello there, babe~!

Calling it love at first sight was a lie, and a smarter part of Albrecht warned him of the reality of how literally everyone here was still a human on the inside, and not only that, but a human from Kurtzpel University, with an obscene amount of knowledge and zero emotional attachment, but Albrecht was feeling a mixture of supreme confidence and complete recklessness, fuelled by nothing more than the euphoria of having a new body.

With a confident overexaggerated swagger and a surefooted overexaggerated stride, Albrecht promptly ignored all possibility of neighboring danger with the excuse of ‘getting to know his new travelling companions better’ and approached the white-haired elf with killer legs. He placed a hand on her shoulder, tilted his head, and smiled in the same way dudes from mints commercials did, and said one word.

“Hey.”

In a hypothetical future a century later, tales of the Frenzied Saint’s legendary pick-up lines will inspire a million eager youths to replicate the same action, much to the exasperation of the fairer sex.

Fate/Secondary Genesis

_{"Eh? You're supposed to eat sushi with your fingers, you know?"}

Naoko Bushiro

20 y/o | 5'1 | 121 lbs

Elemental Affinity: Water
Alignment: Neutral Good
Origin: ???

Magic Circuits
Number: C
Quality: D

Magecraft/Abilities:
Reinforcement – Rather than augmenting individual parts of one’s body, Naoko envisions her entire body as a single, flexible ‘bag of water’, allowing her to gain an inhuman fluidity alongside the usual package of physical attributes being increased.

Memory Alteration – Basic magecraft used to turn ordinary human beings into amnesiacs.

Thought Acceleration – Thinking faster’s always good when you’re cramming for your final exams.

Transference of Consciousness – Naoko’s familiar is her pet dog. It’s nice to see things from his point of view. Definitely not the most inconspicuous spy though.

Other Abilities: As a modern woman, Naoko is definitely good at adulating, at least enough to the point that, outside of her current relationship status (and the whole Holy Grail War deal), she’s confident that her parents have nothing to worry about when it comes to her life. The 2nd Amendment, while it has its fair share of problems, is also something that she benefits from. Though not exactly someone with a small armory in her closet, Naoko’s packing a Sig Sauer P220 Compact for safety and other purposes. Mixed martial arts is also something she’s a fan of, but only as a casual fan that likes to see muscled, half-naked men get all sweaty as they grapple each other.

Though her culinary skills wouldn’t cause Gordon Ramsay’s clothes to explode, Naoko can dish out a lot of food out of her humble food truck when the lunch rush hour comes.

Mystic Codes: Her grandfather, the only one that particularly cared about the family’s past as mages, wrote in his will to pass his cane on to Naoko after he passed away. Well, he did end up passing away and now Naoko has a cane that’s APPARENTLY a mystic code…but she also has no idea what it does and doesn’t really want to know what it does either.

Weapons/ Other Belongings: A Sig Sauer P220 Compact, an IPhone X, and your photo ID’s all a girl needs to get around, right?

Personality: Warm and vivacious, Naoko Bushiro is a twenty-year old woman who likes to care for flowers and thinks that water is just as delicious as pop if you work hard before drinking it. Though she sometimes gets moody if things get too difficult, she’s a reliable individual who always manages to grin and bear it before she stumbles and crumbles. After all, she’s young, she’s got a job, and there’s no way in hell she’s going to let something like a battle to the death between mages stop her from fulfilling her dream of travelling all around the world. For Naoko, it isn’t a battle to grant her wish. It’s a battle to stay alive until she’s sure the winner’s not a jackass out to take over the world.

Short History: After the disappointment that was her father, the head of the Bushiro family was overjoyed to find that Naoko had any prospect of being a mage at all, and got her into magecraft early on. It was fun for the child, to do all that magical shit, after all, but the 21st century being what it was, it also felt sorta pointless as she grew older. Her grandfather, the only person in the once-illustrious Bushiro family, ended up getting Alzheimer’s and losing his marbles, while her father uprooted the family to relocate to America, where his company slotted him over to help out with their foreign branch.

She still continued on with magical self-training, of course, but it was less about becoming some mage with a title and more about honoring her grandfather’s last requests. Tradition, as opposed to progression, kept her circuits healthy and her small repertoire of magecraft sharp, while the rest of her life moved on, propelling Naoko through various stages of her life until she became a 20 year old high school dropout who owned a food truck in downtown Boston. With careful budgeting and hard work, Naoko was definitely on track for her personal goal of being able to AirBnB around glorious, romantic Europe when the Holy Grail War happened.

Well, it didn’t exactly happen, but when those visions came up and those letters came up and she had to do a busy Monday noon on zero sleep because of it all? When she started reading up on the Japan Holy Grail War and realized that like, 110% of all Masters involved were total dickbags?

Yeah, no, she didn’t give half a shit about what this new era of magic was going to be, not when technology was so much more convenient, but Naoko definitely wasn’t going to let Boston and her clientele burn in a lake of fire because some edgy mercenary bastard wanted to see how much of a Machiavellian villain he truly was.

So she busted out her grandpapi’s cane, remembered her training, started taking firearms lessons, and got to work.

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Oh yah, you want us to start posting our CSes in the tab or something?

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>when Holy Grail War gets swapped out for Dark Souls

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Imagine the alliance though. A snowy castle on top of a sun temple, while the other servants just throw up their hands and wonder why they're even there.

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Just gotta do it like a hack and slash dungeon crawl. Ez PZ.

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@EpsirHer real Magecraft is the ability to scrimp and save without sacrificing quality.

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Damn, reading Cu's sheet is like reading a Chinese kid's report card. XD

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fast af, but thats only cuz nasuverse magic is hell to think around

Normie Alert

_{"Eh? You're supposed to eat sushi with your fingers, you know?"}

Naoko Bushiro

20 y/o | 5'1 | 121 lbs

Elemental Affinity: Water
Alignment: Neutral Good
Origin: ???

Magic Circuits
Number: C
Quality: D

Magecraft/Abilities:
Reinforcement – Rather than augmenting individual parts of one’s body, Naoko envisions her entire body as a single, flexible ‘bag of water’, allowing her to gain an inhuman fluidity alongside the usual package of physical attributes being increased.

Memory Alteration – Basic magecraft used to turn ordinary human beings into amnesiacs.

Thought Acceleration – Thinking faster’s always good when you’re cramming for your final exams.

Transference of Consciousness – Naoko’s familiar is her pet dog. It’s nice to see things from his point of view. Definitely not the most inconspicuous spy though.

Other Abilities: As a modern woman, Naoko is definitely good at adulating, at least enough to the point that, outside of her current relationship status (and the whole Holy Grail War deal), she’s confident that her parents have nothing to worry about when it comes to her life. The 2nd Amendment, while it has its fair share of problems, is also something that she benefits from. Though not exactly someone with a small armory in her closet, Naoko’s packing a Sig Sauer P220 Compact for safety and other purposes. Mixed martial arts is also something she’s a fan of, but only as a casual fan that likes to see muscled, half-naked men get all sweaty as they grapple each other.

Though her culinary skills wouldn’t cause Gordon Ramsay’s clothes to explode, Naoko can dish out a lot of food out of her humble food truck when the lunch rush hour comes.

Mystic Codes: Her grandfather, the only one that particularly cared about the family’s past as mages, wrote in his will to pass his cane on to Naoko after he passed away. Well, he did end up passing away and now Naoko has a cane that’s APPARENTLY a mystic code…but she also has no idea what it does and doesn’t really want to know what it does either.

Weapons/ Other Belongings: A Sig Sauer P220 Compact, an IPhone X, and your photo ID’s all a girl needs to get around, right?

Personality: Warm and vivacious, Naoko Bushiro is a twenty-year old woman who likes to care for flowers and thinks that water is just as delicious as pop if you work hard before drinking it. Though she sometimes gets moody if things get too difficult, she’s a reliable individual who always manages to grin and bear it before she stumbles and crumbles. After all, she’s young, she’s got a job, and there’s no way in hell she’s going to let something like a battle to the death between mages stop her from fulfilling her dream of travelling all around the world. For Naoko, it isn’t a battle to grant her wish. It’s a battle to stay alive until she’s sure the winner’s not a jackass out to take over the world.

Short History: After the disappointment that was her father, the head of the Bushiro family was overjoyed to find that Naoko had any prospect of being a mage at all, and got her into magecraft early on. It was fun for the child, to do all that magical shit, after all, but the 21st century being what it was, it also felt sorta pointless as she grew older. Her grandfather, the only person in the once-illustrious Bushiro family, ended up getting Alzheimer’s and losing his marbles, while her father uprooted the family to relocate to America, where his company slotted him over to help out with their foreign branch.

She still continued on with magical self-training, of course, but it was less about becoming some mage with a title and more about honoring her grandfather’s last requests. Tradition, as opposed to progression, kept her circuits healthy and her small repertoire of magecraft sharp, while the rest of her life moved on, propelling Naoko through various stages of her life until she became a 20 year old high school dropout who owned a food truck in downtown Boston. With careful budgeting and hard work, Naoko was definitely on track for her personal goal of being able to AirBnB around glorious, romantic Europe when the Holy Grail War happened.

Well, it didn’t exactly happen, but when those visions came up and those letters came up and she had to do a busy Monday noon on zero sleep because of it all? When she started reading up on the Japan Holy Grail War and realized that like, 110% of all Masters involved were total dickbags?

Yeah, no, she didn’t give half a shit about what this new era of magic was going to be, not when technology was so much more convenient, but Naoko definitely wasn’t going to let Boston and her clientele burn in a lake of fire because some edgy mercenary bastard wanted to see how much of a Machiavellian villain he truly was.

So she busted out her grandpapi’s cane, remembered her training, started taking firearms lessons, and got to work.