• Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
  • Joined: 12 yrs ago
  • Posts: 491 (0.11 / day)
  • VMs: 0
  • Username history
    1. GuyYouWishYouDidntKnow 12 yrs ago

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

"I'll leave that decision to my Master, assuming of course that she and your own planned out a relatively appropriate base of operations. Though...considering their choice in summoning location, I do have to wonder."

Words spoken by an invisible Servant. The synchronization of Qi with the world had been decreased such that the words were still acknowledgeable, even if invisibility was still effectively maintained. The reason for this choice was slightly complex, it was more than simply the strategic desire to be out of sight.

Yes...it would seem that the world had made him the bearer of not one, but two curses. The only question was if he would ever be forced to use it.

"My own capabilities are well-suited to an open area like a plain, and the capability of vision there ought to be rather useful. If that's not conducive with everyone else, I'm capable of operating anywhere."
"Yes, indeed I am!"

William Ellis heaved out a joyous laugh as he spread his arms wide. In his own mind he was taking in the light of the World itself, basking in his own glory for what he had managed to achieve.

To a bystander, he appeared as the sort of individual who should be tackled and arrested for going onto a chlld soccer field.

"I, William Ellis, welcome you back to the world, my partner!"

Though it is a mistake to call the idiotic "foolish". William Ellis, or as that one Lord of the Clock Tower called him, "Quick Disks," was certainly idiotic, but he was no fool. As he spoke, Clairvoyance was naturally used on the Servant before him, and the inscription of runes upon the stone tablets he carried began.

"Now, Rider, what would you say about going on a walk around this landmass? I've of course seen the maps and whatnot, but it helps to legitimately see the landscape ahead of time, don't you think?"
Gnar The Missing Link said
I'm not a big fan of it either (since I hear it's addicting and I'm already addicted to enough things as it is)


BB hates skype because it's shit, not because it's addicting.

I feel the same way. It used to be better though. Still useful for convenience, though.
Gnar The Missing Link said
But of course! I can't see why not. The initial strain would be a bit tough on the person, but the closer you get to Septum the easier it is to supply mana to the Servant.


Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the "no fame boosts" thing, though?

A Servant summoned on their Staging Ground and then moved to another area will be stronger than if they were just summoned in that other area.
[Zhong, Rooftop of a Five Star Hotel Near a Plain]

The question has long been forgotten.

What is "wrong"?

If you ask a human this question, you will get a variety of answers. Wrong is incorrect, wrong is impossible, wrong is disgusting or disturbing or foolish.

At its core, wrong is wrong. It is one of the few concepts that is perfectly essentialist. Wrong is wrong. Right is not wrong because wrong is not right.

And so, as Zhong looked to the existence summoned at the same time as he himself, he was overcome by a feeling that could not be expressed in words. A sense beyond sight spoke to him, informing him of a truth both "of" the world and "beyond" the world.

This girl is wrong.

An inferior copy of wrong is still wrong.

There are many different senses of fear.

The fear of a stronger human.

Of something which is perfectly understood, but which cannot be killed by your ability. Predictable, simple, trite.

The fear of a hurricane or an earthquake.

Of a process beyond your "control". Such a silly concept, control. As if there is anything which can be truly controlled by man.

The fear of a monster.

Of something that you are not, that you do not understand and yet you know you will die.

The fear of a god.

Of abject inferiority, of acknowledgement that you are nothing. A cosmic speck in the hand of the Bodhisattva.

This was none of those. This was all of those.

How did that foolish ritual go? "I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead."

What if you bring into existence the copy of something that cannot be of that world?

Plot, scheme, prepare, do magic, destroy, create, cry, ask why, cut your own throat, smash yourself into the ground—none of it will do you any good.

It is all useless because this is the most primal fear. Not the fear of man or process or god or devil.

This is the fear of wrong.

And so, before his Master had even given a reply to his question, Zhong began to laugh.

A bellow from the core that flowed forward unceasingly.

Those other fears, those other foes, they were meaningless. They were not worthy of fear. But this...this was different.

"I see, so this is what it means."

And in that moment, Zhong learned the answer to that question which had gone forever forgotten.

"Whatever you are, I thank you. When the true me reads the book of this story after its close, I'm sure it will be entertaining."

Pointless words are spoken to the girl. Whether she even acknowledges them is of no consequence.

The Holy Grail War had begun.
The first precept is what one is. The starting point which serves as the root from which everything springs.

Set.

I was born a human, and I died a monster. I died a demon. I died a god. I died as something which I could never have been, and felt my essence twist into a shape it was not.

For here we stand upon the Throne, wreathed in flame and brimstone, existences that have transcended, that have gone beyond. It's lonely, it's disgusting, it's weak. It's utterly, incomprehensibly droll.

Limits of a copy. Limits of the Grail. Limits of the class. Limits of the core.

Assassin. Heroic Spirit of assassinations. Unlike the other classes, the Assassin class is only ever supposed to be one particular Heroic Spirit, but in this world, exceptions are possible.

This is the form I shall be bound to. The killer of the shadows. And, in doing so, I am bound to a curse.

The entire "assassin hero" concept itself is a paradox. A truly successful assassin will never leave a name, so he will never be a hero. By endeavoring to exemplify the "assassin hero", you are already running in the exact opposite direct at a high speed.

But I am not a legitimate Assassin, am I? The group of nineteen who adopted the pseudonym "Hassan-i-Sabbah," they are the true Assassins. I am merely a fake, an anomaly, shoved into a Spiritual Core to wage war on the world. So...so I will still endeavor to exemplify that hero.

And even if my distinction is not so pronounced, then perhaps just as the Earth curves and running away can become running towards, if I run in the opposite direction until the stars themselves grow dim, perhaps I can reach my destination in time.

The black fades into white.

The white melts into color.

The void is struck by sound.

My mind is pulled away from the void just as quickly as it was placed within. The lights and sounds accelerate, whirling against one another in a mad cacophony as they compress like the collapse of a neutron star-

I can feel the wind.

I can feel the sun.

I can feel the life coursing through my being.

I am alive.
[Zhong, Rooftop of a Five Star Hotel Near a Plain]

A figure appeared where one was previously not.

[Sphere Boundary]

A figure disappeared where one previously was.

An invisible figure analyzed the woman before him as information streamed into his mind.

"I suppose we ought to follow convention, to be proper."

"Are you my Master?"
[William "Quick Disks" Ellis, Clay at the Side of Southernmost Lake]

This was stupid.

Really stupid.

Let's review today, shall we?
[Eight Hours Prior: Quick Disks, Baggage Check, London International Airport]

"Sorry sir, but you can't carry live animals on board."

"He's not an animal, he's a miniature chimera and do not hold him like that!"

"...a miniature what, sir?"

"..."

"..."

"...terrier. I said terrier."
[Seven Hours Prior: Quick Disks, Plane Interior, European Airspace]

"Sorry sir, we don't have any wine."

"What?!"

"We have a wonderful selection of diet sodas, though."

"Are you calling me fat?!"

"N-no sir, I was just-"

"YOU BE QUIET YOU IGNORANT SCUM-SUCKING PIG SOW!"
[Two Hours Prior: Quick Disks, Baggage Claim, Septum Top Secret Airport]

"Alright, got my equipment, got my coda, good. Now I just need to wait on the suitcase with those catalysts for hero summoning. Oh, this will be wonderful..."

"Mommy, why is that weird man talking to himself?"

"Just keep walking, honey. Don't make eye contact."
[One Hour Prior: Quick Disks, Baggage Claim Help Desk, Septum Top Secret Airport]

"You lost my bag?! I'll have you know that contained very important materials that will greatly hinder my work here! Where is your supervisor, I will not-"

"I'm very sorry, sir, but thank you for flying with Malaysian Airlines. We hope to see you again soon."
[Thirty Minutes Prior: Quick Disks, Cake Shop]

"I'm sorry sir, we're all out of cake."

"...of course you are."

"S-sir? Where are you going? We have some pie if you-"

"No. No pie. Not today."
[William "Quick Disks" Ellis, Clay at the Side of Southernmost Lake]

But in the end, that was all inconsequential.

Lines were drawn in clay.

Perhaps if someone was watching him they would wonder what a foreign man was doing drawing occult lines in the earth, but there were no such people around.

The catalyst was a substitute for the original intended one, a meaningless shard of material from a construct which had ceased to have meaning over a millennium ago.

And with that, the man knelt at the lake's side began a chant with the capability to send an average magus into unconsciousness.

Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.

The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.

Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).

Repeat every five times.

Simply, shatter once filled.

――――I announce.

Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.

In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.

Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.

You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!


The wind writhed as a flare of light filled the expanse, mud and clay flying in random directions as the light grew ever brighter.

Such was the world.

Such was the summoning of a spirit of old.

Nothing else needed to be said.
Oooooh.
Those are just black squares/stair-like formations, though. No lines through them.
BB said
Fate/Grand order and its new concepts


Square with a line through it >>> EX
I'd imagine it's up to the Servant's RPer, seeing as sharing their info IC would be up to the Servant.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet