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Fantastic comeback, Jaeger Bombastic. You know what would be an even better comeback, though? GOING THE FUCK TO SLEEP!
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Fantastic comeback, Jaeger Bombastic. You know what would be an even better comeback, though? GOING THE FUCK TO SLEEP!
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I was born 21 years ago. For 11 years I've journeyed across the internet. But for all these years, I've never been the ruler of my own curiosity. I have seen the gates of Tumblr beyond which no sane eye may see. Behold, in Tumblr an insanity sweeps the land.http://glitterlovesdragons.tumblr.com/aboutmeWhat the actual fuck.
See, this is why 4chan hates Tumblr.
Annaliisa
Annaliisa paused as she was about to take a bite out of her burrito, glancing at the Command Seals on her right hand. A vision flew through her mind from her link with the Grail. The...was that the Overseer of the War? He utterly slaughtered a Master and Servant that had taken up arms against him, before issuing a warning over the Command Seals.
She paused, chewing on her burrito for a second. She swallowed.
“Huh.” Annaliisa said before taking another bite out of her burrito. “Well, that happened.” She closed her eyes, channeling a minute amount of prana through her Command Seals, and commanded Assassin to return to her.
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Assassin/Nemo
Elsewhere, Assassin continued on with his sweep of the city as the night pressed on. Where he was right now, in the business district he had spied from his vantage point earlier, it was slightly busier; there was still a buzz of activity about the place as people went about their work, night shift or otherwise.
It was at that point, however, that he felt a faint tug at himself from an unseen point; and he paused for a moment, wondering what it was, before he suddenly remembered.
Ah yes. His Master. It seemed like she wanted him to return.
Again, he paused, thinking.
As much as he liked this city, he’d covered good ground for tonight. It wouldn’t take him too long to return to his Master’s location if he went at full speed, and perhaps he could see about slipping out again once whatever matter he was being called back for had been settled.
He could hope anyway, he thought, as he ducked quickly into an alleyway; his Presence Concealment fully engaging before he darted out of the tight space at full speed, an invisible blur in the dark night as he rushed back towards his starting point, flat over the other side of the city.
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Fifteen minutes later
Footsteps rang out across the previously-quiet air of the apartment as Assassin materialized; not bothering to announce his arrival by knocking or giving his Master any other warning, he simply glided through the wall whilst still dematerialized and hidden by Presence Concealment. As a result, he seemed to come straight out of nowhere.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked, not bothering to make any particular gestures this time as he walked into the living room, idly noting that his Master didn’t seem to have budged an inch from the sofa in the hour or so he was gone.
“Yes, well...we have a bit of a problem.” Annaliisa scratched the back of her neck casually. “It’d take too long to say it in words, so I cheated a little.” She pointed at the mirror that had been set up on the coffee table and put a finger down on it, channeling prana through the artifact. Instantly, her memories of the vision from her Command Seal began flashing across the mirror.
The Overseer. The Horsemen. The appearance of the Lance of Longinus. The trivial slaughter of Caster and his Master.
A look of shock crossed over Assassin’s previously stoic and impassive face. He paused for a single long moment, as if troubled.
“... A problem indeed. Goddamn.” He said after that moment passed, as he took a seat in one of the armchairs that seemed to have found its way back into its normal position, in a tone that indicated he really couldn’t think of another way to respond to what he’d just seen.
“And here I was, thinking I’d come to a peaceful time,” He muttered to himself, with a rather noticeable hint of bitterness in his voice.
Annaliisa shrugged, offering him a burrito from her take-out bag. “Peaceful is relative. Wars still happen, people still kill each other over effectively nothing, and magi usually make everything worse.” She glanced to the side, a slight trace of bitterness leaking into her own voice.
Assassin looked up as his Master offered him the burrito. He seemed somewhat perplexed by it for a brief second, before the Grail caught up to him and dumped the relevant information straight into his head.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he reached out and took it with a nod of courtesy, and took a bite before continuing.
“I suppose some things never change,” He said with a sigh, swallowing his mouthful before taking another bite. His homeland seemed to have invented a phrase relevant to this situation; and in all honesty, the burrito wasn’t half bad. At least he wasn’t going to be feeling the side-effects anytime soon.
“In any case, what course of action do you intend now? I’ll be honest; I may be significantly above average for a member of my Class, but I’m hardly a perfect match for any of those things the Overseer was giving orders to, and there didn’t seem to be a Master involved anywhere.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Annaliisa gave a thin smile. “There’s not a bloody chance that I’m going to have you fight any of them on your own. I came into this war to fight magi and challenge myself, not commit suicide. We wait for now. Kill time until some others come out into the open.” She sat back, finishing her burrito. “In the meantime, care to tell me a little about yourself? Such as what Noble Phantasms your possess, or at least your wish?”
“My wish?” Assassin asked, as he finished his own burrito; thinking to himself quietly as he swallowed the last bit of it.
He’d been called by proxy of a catalyst, not of his own particular will; she’d asked a good question, what exactly DID he want risking his life for that bloody Cup for?
“... If I’m to be entirely honest, I’m not completely sure myself,” Assassin said with a shrug, “I wasn’t called forth because I have a wish I want granted, so I suppose I might have to figure one out. As for myself and my Noble Phantasms… Perhaps it would be easier if I simply told you my true name? You ARE my Master, after all.”
At this, Annaliisa only nodded her assent, motioning for Assassin to continue.
“Simply put, you and others in this age would know me mainly by [REDACTED], the one who helmed [REDACTED]. If the Grail’s any indication, it seems I’m quite well known for that,” He said simply, starting out deadly serious before letting out what seemed to be a dark chuckle at the end.
Annaliisa paused for a moment, taking the information in. “Huh.” She said, her face neutral. “So...your Noble Phantasm is, what, having your friends hold a person down before stabbing him?”
“Not quite. I have two, both crystallizations of the events of [REDACTED]. You should be receiving information about them in a second.”
The Enforcer’s eyes glazed over for a moment as information about Assassin’s Noble Phantasms entered her mind. She took a second to process the information before nodding.
“Alright, then. Seems useful, even in a direct fight.” She paused for a second, looking at her Servant. “You want me to call you by something besides Assassin, then? Bit long of a name to shout in the middle of a fight.”
“I suppose,” Assassin replied, content enough that his Master was confident in his Noble Phantasms, before dropping into a quick bout of thought.
He could do with an alias, he supposed. Of course, it would have to be one he would actually remember; fat lot of good picking something he’d forget after a few days would be.
“How does ‘Nemo’ sound?” He replied after a few seconds, “Simple and easy to remember for both of us.”
Annaliisa just nodded, before she realized something.
“Oh...right. Forgot to tell you my name. Annaliisa Edelfelt. Good to meet you, I suppose.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, I suppose,” Nemo said with a shrug, a smile poking through his stoic demeanour just a little before he ruined the mood with “Also, have you got any more of those burritos? They’re bloody moreish.”
Annaliisa paused as she was about to take a bite out of her burrito, glancing at the Command Seals on her right hand. A vision flew through her mind from her link with the Grail. The...was that the Overseer of the War? He utterly slaughtered a Master and Servant that had taken up arms against him, before issuing a warning over the Command Seals.
She paused, chewing on her burrito for a second. She swallowed.
“Huh.” Annaliisa said before taking another bite out of her burrito. “Well, that happened.” She closed her eyes, channeling a minute amount of prana through her Command Seals, and commanded Assassin to return to her.
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Assassin/Nemo
Elsewhere, Assassin continued on with his sweep of the city as the night pressed on. Where he was right now, in the business district he had spied from his vantage point earlier, it was slightly busier; there was still a buzz of activity about the place as people went about their work, night shift or otherwise.
It was at that point, however, that he felt a faint tug at himself from an unseen point; and he paused for a moment, wondering what it was, before he suddenly remembered.
Ah yes. His Master. It seemed like she wanted him to return.
Again, he paused, thinking.
As much as he liked this city, he’d covered good ground for tonight. It wouldn’t take him too long to return to his Master’s location if he went at full speed, and perhaps he could see about slipping out again once whatever matter he was being called back for had been settled.
He could hope anyway, he thought, as he ducked quickly into an alleyway; his Presence Concealment fully engaging before he darted out of the tight space at full speed, an invisible blur in the dark night as he rushed back towards his starting point, flat over the other side of the city.
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Fifteen minutes later
Footsteps rang out across the previously-quiet air of the apartment as Assassin materialized; not bothering to announce his arrival by knocking or giving his Master any other warning, he simply glided through the wall whilst still dematerialized and hidden by Presence Concealment. As a result, he seemed to come straight out of nowhere.
“You called for me, Master?” He asked, not bothering to make any particular gestures this time as he walked into the living room, idly noting that his Master didn’t seem to have budged an inch from the sofa in the hour or so he was gone.
“Yes, well...we have a bit of a problem.” Annaliisa scratched the back of her neck casually. “It’d take too long to say it in words, so I cheated a little.” She pointed at the mirror that had been set up on the coffee table and put a finger down on it, channeling prana through the artifact. Instantly, her memories of the vision from her Command Seal began flashing across the mirror.
The Overseer. The Horsemen. The appearance of the Lance of Longinus. The trivial slaughter of Caster and his Master.
A look of shock crossed over Assassin’s previously stoic and impassive face. He paused for a single long moment, as if troubled.
“... A problem indeed. Goddamn.” He said after that moment passed, as he took a seat in one of the armchairs that seemed to have found its way back into its normal position, in a tone that indicated he really couldn’t think of another way to respond to what he’d just seen.
“And here I was, thinking I’d come to a peaceful time,” He muttered to himself, with a rather noticeable hint of bitterness in his voice.
Annaliisa shrugged, offering him a burrito from her take-out bag. “Peaceful is relative. Wars still happen, people still kill each other over effectively nothing, and magi usually make everything worse.” She glanced to the side, a slight trace of bitterness leaking into her own voice.
Assassin looked up as his Master offered him the burrito. He seemed somewhat perplexed by it for a brief second, before the Grail caught up to him and dumped the relevant information straight into his head.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he reached out and took it with a nod of courtesy, and took a bite before continuing.
“I suppose some things never change,” He said with a sigh, swallowing his mouthful before taking another bite. His homeland seemed to have invented a phrase relevant to this situation; and in all honesty, the burrito wasn’t half bad. At least he wasn’t going to be feeling the side-effects anytime soon.
“In any case, what course of action do you intend now? I’ll be honest; I may be significantly above average for a member of my Class, but I’m hardly a perfect match for any of those things the Overseer was giving orders to, and there didn’t seem to be a Master involved anywhere.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Annaliisa gave a thin smile. “There’s not a bloody chance that I’m going to have you fight any of them on your own. I came into this war to fight magi and challenge myself, not commit suicide. We wait for now. Kill time until some others come out into the open.” She sat back, finishing her burrito. “In the meantime, care to tell me a little about yourself? Such as what Noble Phantasms your possess, or at least your wish?”
“My wish?” Assassin asked, as he finished his own burrito; thinking to himself quietly as he swallowed the last bit of it.
He’d been called by proxy of a catalyst, not of his own particular will; she’d asked a good question, what exactly DID he want risking his life for that bloody Cup for?
“... If I’m to be entirely honest, I’m not completely sure myself,” Assassin said with a shrug, “I wasn’t called forth because I have a wish I want granted, so I suppose I might have to figure one out. As for myself and my Noble Phantasms… Perhaps it would be easier if I simply told you my true name? You ARE my Master, after all.”
At this, Annaliisa only nodded her assent, motioning for Assassin to continue.
“Simply put, you and others in this age would know me mainly by [REDACTED], the one who helmed [REDACTED]. If the Grail’s any indication, it seems I’m quite well known for that,” He said simply, starting out deadly serious before letting out what seemed to be a dark chuckle at the end.
Annaliisa paused for a moment, taking the information in. “Huh.” She said, her face neutral. “So...your Noble Phantasm is, what, having your friends hold a person down before stabbing him?”
“Not quite. I have two, both crystallizations of the events of [REDACTED]. You should be receiving information about them in a second.”
The Enforcer’s eyes glazed over for a moment as information about Assassin’s Noble Phantasms entered her mind. She took a second to process the information before nodding.
“Alright, then. Seems useful, even in a direct fight.” She paused for a second, looking at her Servant. “You want me to call you by something besides Assassin, then? Bit long of a name to shout in the middle of a fight.”
“I suppose,” Assassin replied, content enough that his Master was confident in his Noble Phantasms, before dropping into a quick bout of thought.
He could do with an alias, he supposed. Of course, it would have to be one he would actually remember; fat lot of good picking something he’d forget after a few days would be.
“How does ‘Nemo’ sound?” He replied after a few seconds, “Simple and easy to remember for both of us.”
Annaliisa just nodded, before she realized something.
“Oh...right. Forgot to tell you my name. Annaliisa Edelfelt. Good to meet you, I suppose.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, I suppose,” Nemo said with a shrug, a smile poking through his stoic demeanour just a little before he ruined the mood with “Also, have you got any more of those burritos? They’re bloody moreish.”
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Literally a Plague Marine.
Annaliisa and Nemo
Annaliisa stared for a moment, surprised at her Servant’s irreverent demeanor. Weren’t heroes of past ages supposed to be more...heroic? Or at least trying to be? And then she shrugged. No matter. Hell, it might even be better this way. A knight in shining armor might have been grating to listen to after a while.
“Well,” Annaliisa brushed her hair back, an apathetic expression on her face. “I suppose. I did summon you.” Never mind that she’d killed what was supposed to be his original Master and stolen all of his goodies. “And the ‘theatrics’ weren’t my fault, either. Blame the bloody ritual for that one. Honestly though, you’re one to talk. You complain about showmanship and then kneel like some kind of knight?”
“Well, pardon me,” Assassin replied simply in complete deadpan, nonetheless taking it as a hint that his display had served its purpose, “And the question stands, Magi. Are you the one who summoned me here? Are you my Master?”
“Alright, yes. I’m your Master. Happy now?” Annaliisa sighed, turning away to pull out another bottle of her favorite lemon Fanta, taking a swig. “Bloody hell, are you going to be like this the whole time?”
“The ritual is complete, so yes,” Was Assassin’s initial response to Annaliisa, as he felt the flow of prana between the two of them strengthen as she confirmed their contract; and as she took another verbal potshot at him, he himself sighed. “Perhaps, perhaps not. I suppose it depends.”
Taking his attention away from his Master for a second, he took a look around the room; as of the force of the ritual that had just occured, the room had darkened, but that hardly mattered to Assassin. With the benefits his body afforded him, he could see clearly, if somewhat unfocusedly, in the dim darkness of the room.
He seemed to be in the living room; at least, that was the impression he got from the furniture and rolled-up rug shunted off to the side to make way for the summoning circle used in his ritual. The curtains were drawn, wisely enough, and there seemed to be several crates, packages and boxes stashed over in one of the far corners of the room. Nothing particularly interested Assassin outright; there was a strange, flat device propped up on a table that would have interested him had the Grail not dumped the knowledge about it straight into his head when he saw it. That killed the interest a little bit.
“That aside, Master, have you any orders for me? The Grail War begins the very moment a Servant is summoned; if you have any task you would have me carry out, I wouldn’t hesitate in issuing it.”
“Go scout around the city for yourself. I’ve already had a look in the past few days. If you see an enemy Servant, feel free to engage at your discretion.” Annaliisa shrugged, kicking back onto the couch in the room. “You see a Master, ping me over our link and keep them in your sight. I’m in this Grail War to fight magi.” She paused for a second, frowning. “And if you see a redheaded Master that’s female and kind of looks like me...keep her alive and not permanently injured.” Hell, this would have been easier if she’d gotten a Knight-class Servant. Now she just wanted to fly back to London for a kip and kick that idiot magus’s corpse for leaving her with a catalyst for an Assassin.
Assassin’s only response was to nod before fading and turning to leave; his only real thoughts as he left revolved around his Master’s motives. She wanted to fight other Magi? Then why summon an Assassin, intended to approach Masters in secrecy and kill them efficiently? Had she thought this through properly?
‘This could be a problem,’ Assassin just thought to himself as his dematerialized form slipped through the door of the apartment, before another problem suddenly occurred to him.
He paused, still dematerialized, and looked down at himself in spirit form.
As useful and intimidating as the armour could well be in a combat situation, it… left a hell of a lot to be desired for the practical purpose of reconnaissance or stealth. Damn that Innocent Monster skill, this wouldn’t do.
“I suppose, Master,” Assassin called out to Annaliisa, as he glided back through the wall and rematerialized in the hall, “That you wouldn’t happen to have a practical change of clothes that would fit me? The Grail seems to have dealt me an odd hand in terms of my Class situation; to make full use of Presence Concealment, I may need something less attention grabbing than, well-”
Walking into the living room where Annaliisa was still slumped across the sofa with her strange lemon drink (which Assassin had to admit looked pretty damn refreshing), Assassin gestured up and down himself; drawing attention to his bloodstained and scarred armour as he did so.
“- This,” he finished, dropping his arms as he stared at his lounging Master.
Annaliisa took a look at Assassin’s armor for a moment before nodding her assent. “Fine.” She jerked a finger towards the room to her right. “The couple that used to live here left some clothes. You’ll probably find something decent in their closet.”
Assassin just nodded before dematerializing and gliding through the wall of the room. A cursory search of the closet yielded promising enough results; whilst he would have preferred something else, the trousers and shirts seemed a decent enough fit for his frame, and the somewhat oversized old coat would be conductive enough to blending in. He’d just have to look for something better later, he supposed.
“Back in a few hours, then,” Assassin yelled to his Master from across the rooms whilst still dematerialized, taking just a few last moments to flatten down his hair with some leftover water in the sink before gliding through the walls and out into the night.
Annaliisa stared for a moment, surprised at her Servant’s irreverent demeanor. Weren’t heroes of past ages supposed to be more...heroic? Or at least trying to be? And then she shrugged. No matter. Hell, it might even be better this way. A knight in shining armor might have been grating to listen to after a while.
“Well,” Annaliisa brushed her hair back, an apathetic expression on her face. “I suppose. I did summon you.” Never mind that she’d killed what was supposed to be his original Master and stolen all of his goodies. “And the ‘theatrics’ weren’t my fault, either. Blame the bloody ritual for that one. Honestly though, you’re one to talk. You complain about showmanship and then kneel like some kind of knight?”
“Well, pardon me,” Assassin replied simply in complete deadpan, nonetheless taking it as a hint that his display had served its purpose, “And the question stands, Magi. Are you the one who summoned me here? Are you my Master?”
“Alright, yes. I’m your Master. Happy now?” Annaliisa sighed, turning away to pull out another bottle of her favorite lemon Fanta, taking a swig. “Bloody hell, are you going to be like this the whole time?”
“The ritual is complete, so yes,” Was Assassin’s initial response to Annaliisa, as he felt the flow of prana between the two of them strengthen as she confirmed their contract; and as she took another verbal potshot at him, he himself sighed. “Perhaps, perhaps not. I suppose it depends.”
Taking his attention away from his Master for a second, he took a look around the room; as of the force of the ritual that had just occured, the room had darkened, but that hardly mattered to Assassin. With the benefits his body afforded him, he could see clearly, if somewhat unfocusedly, in the dim darkness of the room.
He seemed to be in the living room; at least, that was the impression he got from the furniture and rolled-up rug shunted off to the side to make way for the summoning circle used in his ritual. The curtains were drawn, wisely enough, and there seemed to be several crates, packages and boxes stashed over in one of the far corners of the room. Nothing particularly interested Assassin outright; there was a strange, flat device propped up on a table that would have interested him had the Grail not dumped the knowledge about it straight into his head when he saw it. That killed the interest a little bit.
“That aside, Master, have you any orders for me? The Grail War begins the very moment a Servant is summoned; if you have any task you would have me carry out, I wouldn’t hesitate in issuing it.”
“Go scout around the city for yourself. I’ve already had a look in the past few days. If you see an enemy Servant, feel free to engage at your discretion.” Annaliisa shrugged, kicking back onto the couch in the room. “You see a Master, ping me over our link and keep them in your sight. I’m in this Grail War to fight magi.” She paused for a second, frowning. “And if you see a redheaded Master that’s female and kind of looks like me...keep her alive and not permanently injured.” Hell, this would have been easier if she’d gotten a Knight-class Servant. Now she just wanted to fly back to London for a kip and kick that idiot magus’s corpse for leaving her with a catalyst for an Assassin.
Assassin’s only response was to nod before fading and turning to leave; his only real thoughts as he left revolved around his Master’s motives. She wanted to fight other Magi? Then why summon an Assassin, intended to approach Masters in secrecy and kill them efficiently? Had she thought this through properly?
‘This could be a problem,’ Assassin just thought to himself as his dematerialized form slipped through the door of the apartment, before another problem suddenly occurred to him.
He paused, still dematerialized, and looked down at himself in spirit form.
As useful and intimidating as the armour could well be in a combat situation, it… left a hell of a lot to be desired for the practical purpose of reconnaissance or stealth. Damn that Innocent Monster skill, this wouldn’t do.
“I suppose, Master,” Assassin called out to Annaliisa, as he glided back through the wall and rematerialized in the hall, “That you wouldn’t happen to have a practical change of clothes that would fit me? The Grail seems to have dealt me an odd hand in terms of my Class situation; to make full use of Presence Concealment, I may need something less attention grabbing than, well-”
Walking into the living room where Annaliisa was still slumped across the sofa with her strange lemon drink (which Assassin had to admit looked pretty damn refreshing), Assassin gestured up and down himself; drawing attention to his bloodstained and scarred armour as he did so.
“- This,” he finished, dropping his arms as he stared at his lounging Master.
Annaliisa took a look at Assassin’s armor for a moment before nodding her assent. “Fine.” She jerked a finger towards the room to her right. “The couple that used to live here left some clothes. You’ll probably find something decent in their closet.”
Assassin just nodded before dematerializing and gliding through the wall of the room. A cursory search of the closet yielded promising enough results; whilst he would have preferred something else, the trousers and shirts seemed a decent enough fit for his frame, and the somewhat oversized old coat would be conductive enough to blending in. He’d just have to look for something better later, he supposed.
“Back in a few hours, then,” Assassin yelled to his Master from across the rooms whilst still dematerialized, taking just a few last moments to flatten down his hair with some leftover water in the sink before gliding through the walls and out into the night.
Annaliisa
London,
One week ago...
Annaliisa sat atop a building, yawning in boredom as her legs dangled over the edge. She sighed, popping open a bottle of lemon Fanta, and took a swig as she continued to wait for her target to pass by. Just then, a vintage BMW came down the road, and Annaliisa smiled as she saw a tiny beetle hanging on to the car. Good. At least her familiar hadn't been noticed. Her demeanor instantly shifted from boredom to excitement, and with a surge of prana, she Reinforced her body and summoned flames around her arms and legs.
“SURPRISE, FUCKER!” She bellowed as she crashed down on the roof of the classic car, punching a hole through it as she slid inside, landing in the backseat, right next to the magus she was seeking. Annaliisa threw a punch directly in front of her, and her fist went through the seat and head of the driver of the car, exploding both from the impact and heat of her punch.
“Wha-” The magus didn’t even have time to utter a word in confusion before Annaliisa drove a flaming elbow into his throat, crushing the man’s trachea instantly.
“Shouldn’t have gone around telling everyone in the Clock Tower you were chosen for the Holy Grail War, idiot.” Annaliisa scoffed at the fresh corpse as she let the flames surrounding her limbs dissipate, pulling out a knife in one hand and a cell phone in the other. She dialed a number before resting her phone between her cheek and shoulder, using one hand to steady the magus’s body as she hacked his right arm off with his knife.
“Hey, Eric?” She asked, returning to her bored expression now that there was nothing to entertain her. “You still practice surgery magecraft? I’ve got something I need you to transplant onto my arm.”
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Septum, apartment
Present time
Annaliisa nodded to herself in satisfaction as she performed the finishing touches on her summoning circle. An ancient, rusted dagger lay in the center of it as she began to fill the circle with several vials of her own blood. Over the past week, she’d drawn out a little of her blood each day in preparation for the ritual. The catalyst had been taken from the car of the magus she’d killed for her Command Seals, and the man’s credit card had funded her flight to Septum, as well as several meals at five-star restaurants.
At least no one would be interrupting her here. She’d hypnotized the couple who lived in this apartment as soon as she arrived, and with any luck, they’d be well on their way to a month-long vacation in Tahiti. From her family’s credit card records, her sister was clearly already in the city, having rented out a hotel room for herself. Sloppy of Beatrice. Then again, Annaliisa had blatantly told her that she hadn’t been chosen for the Grail War, so she supposed Beatrice wasn’t going to expect that someone had access to her account records. Well, maybe if she got lucky, the two would get to have a nice, drawn-out brawl. God knows they’d never be able to do so at home.
With the ritual preparations finished, she stood up and held her hands out, beginning the chant.
"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 five times, shatter once filled.
... I announce.
Your body is bequeathed to me, my body and fate lies in the balance of your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by these terms, this reason- then answer me.
Here is my oath. I am the one who shall become all the good of the world, and I am the one who shall lay out all the evil of the world.
You, seven heavens clad in the words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!"
And the room exploded into light.
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Rider
The Servant opened his eyes, surveying the scene before him as the Grail pumped knowledge of the modern era inside his mind. So, he had been summoned for a Grail War, then. Any wish he desired would be granted? Rider paused for a moment. His true self in the Throne of Heroes had desired to go back and undo his greatest defeat, but even that paled compared to the opportunity that awaited him in this era. What he had once considered to be the world was really only a mere country, and there was so much more that he could unite under his banner. Yes...if he won this War, then he would wish for the opportunity to bring the whole world under his rule. No more foolish wars. No more fighting among the people of this earth. His ambition would unite man under a rule of strength and reason.
And to that end, he would need to win the Holy Grail War. Rider looked into his summoner’s eyes, whirling his cape back behind his iron armor.
“You who have summoned me: I am Servant Rider. Are you to be my Master in this war?”
London,
One week ago...
Annaliisa sat atop a building, yawning in boredom as her legs dangled over the edge. She sighed, popping open a bottle of lemon Fanta, and took a swig as she continued to wait for her target to pass by. Just then, a vintage BMW came down the road, and Annaliisa smiled as she saw a tiny beetle hanging on to the car. Good. At least her familiar hadn't been noticed. Her demeanor instantly shifted from boredom to excitement, and with a surge of prana, she Reinforced her body and summoned flames around her arms and legs.
“SURPRISE, FUCKER!” She bellowed as she crashed down on the roof of the classic car, punching a hole through it as she slid inside, landing in the backseat, right next to the magus she was seeking. Annaliisa threw a punch directly in front of her, and her fist went through the seat and head of the driver of the car, exploding both from the impact and heat of her punch.
“Wha-” The magus didn’t even have time to utter a word in confusion before Annaliisa drove a flaming elbow into his throat, crushing the man’s trachea instantly.
“Shouldn’t have gone around telling everyone in the Clock Tower you were chosen for the Holy Grail War, idiot.” Annaliisa scoffed at the fresh corpse as she let the flames surrounding her limbs dissipate, pulling out a knife in one hand and a cell phone in the other. She dialed a number before resting her phone between her cheek and shoulder, using one hand to steady the magus’s body as she hacked his right arm off with his knife.
“Hey, Eric?” She asked, returning to her bored expression now that there was nothing to entertain her. “You still practice surgery magecraft? I’ve got something I need you to transplant onto my arm.”
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Septum, apartment
Present time
Annaliisa nodded to herself in satisfaction as she performed the finishing touches on her summoning circle. An ancient, rusted dagger lay in the center of it as she began to fill the circle with several vials of her own blood. Over the past week, she’d drawn out a little of her blood each day in preparation for the ritual. The catalyst had been taken from the car of the magus she’d killed for her Command Seals, and the man’s credit card had funded her flight to Septum, as well as several meals at five-star restaurants.
At least no one would be interrupting her here. She’d hypnotized the couple who lived in this apartment as soon as she arrived, and with any luck, they’d be well on their way to a month-long vacation in Tahiti. From her family’s credit card records, her sister was clearly already in the city, having rented out a hotel room for herself. Sloppy of Beatrice. Then again, Annaliisa had blatantly told her that she hadn’t been chosen for the Grail War, so she supposed Beatrice wasn’t going to expect that someone had access to her account records. Well, maybe if she got lucky, the two would get to have a nice, drawn-out brawl. God knows they’d never be able to do so at home.
With the ritual preparations finished, she stood up and held her hands out, beginning the chant.
"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 five times, shatter once filled.
... I announce.
Your body is bequeathed to me, my body and fate lies in the balance of your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by these terms, this reason- then answer me.
Here is my oath. I am the one who shall become all the good of the world, and I am the one who shall lay out all the evil of the world.
You, seven heavens clad in the words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!"
And the room exploded into light.
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Rider
The Servant opened his eyes, surveying the scene before him as the Grail pumped knowledge of the modern era inside his mind. So, he had been summoned for a Grail War, then. Any wish he desired would be granted? Rider paused for a moment. His true self in the Throne of Heroes had desired to go back and undo his greatest defeat, but even that paled compared to the opportunity that awaited him in this era. What he had once considered to be the world was really only a mere country, and there was so much more that he could unite under his banner. Yes...if he won this War, then he would wish for the opportunity to bring the whole world under his rule. No more foolish wars. No more fighting among the people of this earth. His ambition would unite man under a rule of strength and reason.
And to that end, he would need to win the Holy Grail War. Rider looked into his summoner’s eyes, whirling his cape back behind his iron armor.
“You who have summoned me: I am Servant Rider. Are you to be my Master in this war?”
Vincanity said
Okay... still can't post. That was useful...
How about posting in Fire Emblem, then.
Finally got the post up. I did a thing.
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