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<Snipped quote by Zobozun>

The truth is, that Seyrun will be the winner, because she's the underdog here, and everyone knows that underdogs always win.


>multi-generational Association mage with lots of money and power
>underdog just because no Savanto

[angry Wes mumbling intensifies intensely]

Also pls no give Tamamo reason to use Polygamist Castration Fist. Contract would be bad for Wes' happy marriage xP
It doesn't really matter if there is since no retcons anyway.
I thought a radioactive hellhole would be a pretty cool place for a showdown, too.

Also I wasn't aware Fuyuki had an actual location, I thought it was a Springfield kinda thing.
The more you know.


Even Rin's house was based on a real mansion in the city's Western district.
It's hard to imagine anyone winning anything at this point.


Fair point he's got. Say, Un. I know as GM you can't really give away any juicy details but what exactly are the odds of more than one Master/Servant pair getting out of this war alive? Can we earn our UBW Good End or is this strictly a kill 'em all? :P
And then it turns out Seyrun isn't even talking to Tamamo, but a random cosplayer xD
Wes Downgate


Wes felt her press up against him as she hugged him.

Huge...

"Y-Yeah, I'll do that. If you need anything, just let me know," he said, trying to hold it together through how flustered her... cuddliness made him. When he expected relationship difficulties with his Servant, he didn't mean something ridiculous like this!

Then Tamamo left, diving into the water instead of just turning to Spirit Form and flying (or whatever it is spirits did).

Good thing I didn't give her my wallet, he thought. ... Oh shit I didn't give her my wallet.

Wes sighed, resting his head on the table. It had only been a few hours since he'd arrived in Fuyuki and somehow it felt like days. So much had happened so fast after he summoned Tamamo. And he guessed... he guessed he had a new girlfriend.

Again, not the kind of relationship he had in mind when he'd spoken of Servants.

Still though. The idea of that level of commitment was scary, especially when it came at you so quickly, but he guessed he shouldn't be complaining. It's not like he had any objections to the idea in principle. As a Heroic Spirit, Tamamo was far better than any girl Wes could hope to find normally, in more ways than one. She had the looks, talent, and power befitting her legendary image, and to be entirely honest, Wes had never been able to see himself finding a girlfriend amongst the kind of crowds he usually hung out with anyway. He was short, had no talent, and his prospects were... severely limited with the kind of life choices he'd made.

So in that regard, Wes thought that perhaps he should be grateful. No, in fact, he was grateful. Someone had finally been willing to give him a chance. Knowing nothing about him, she'd decided to trust and try to love him unconditionally. No one had ever done that for him before, not even his father.

Thinking back to how she'd reacted when he said he'd give her a chance, he supposed that made both of them more alike than he'd originally thought. They were both looking for someone. Maybe in each other they'd find it, with a little hard work and elbow grease.

His spirits and exhaustion lifted somewhat, Wes went back to work messing with his "doohickies" (as Tamamo had put it). First before all that was surviving the Holy Grail War. Then he could contemplate his future with Tamamo all he wanted. Emotion was good, but right now, strategy reigned supreme.

We will survive. Just as long as I have anything to say about it anyway...
It's like everyone except Hector, Assassin, and one other pair all kill each other before it's even been seven days, then the last pair spends like the rest of the month searching the city trying to find the dank-namic duo.
Bonny Mako


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The ground trembled as Bonny launched herself up through the forest canopy again, surveying the landscape for anything that looked key-ish. It was almost like playing with a pogo-stick, except everything beneath the pogo-stick tended to die.

Something brushed over her head as she neared the apex of her arc, and she lunged like a breach, catching a small black bird in her teeth. She spat it out.

"Bleh. Birdie," she said in disgust. "Could be good fer cookin' tho."

So she threw the chewed-on bird carcass in her pack with the cannonballs. That's when she spotted something off in the distance. A clearing, full of strange, vaguely key-related-in-a-metaphorical-sense objects (or so she hoped).

"Oi, Bosun Vlad!" she yelled as she slowly began to fall. "Methinks I found our-"

An oppressive sense of fear shot through her veins, freezing her blood solid like ice. She immediately knew why. It was down there. Watching her. This humanoid shadow that burned like a person-shaped lump of charcoal. That was the best description she had for it. It was ridiculous but she felt sure of it. It knew they were there. It was watching them.

She squinted, trying to get a better look at it.

It turned its head.

She stopped breathing entirely as she felt that ice in her blood as cold as the figure was hot clench its frozen tendrils around her heart. Panic rose in her throat and she started to sweat, her lip trembling as the figure slowly became taller as the ground drew closer. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes.

And then it was gone. Vanished into thin air, like ashes blowing away in the wind.

"Wha..."

A little too late, Bonny realized she was still approaching her LZ far too fast, and quickly clicked the trigger on the Revenge, blasting dirt and grass directly up into her face and mouth. She coughed, sitting in a crater as wide as she was tall.

She got up and dusted herself off, looking into the distance with this vague sense of dread.

What... was that?

She shook her head. Stop thinking about it. You'll be fine. You can just tell someone about it later, okay?

"Ye be alright there, Vlad?" she asked the tall boy trailing behind her. "I came in a little hot."

She hesitated for a moment. "... I think I found our keys."
Ooooooh... so mad they're just giving their names away on the first day when Wes hasn't even had a chance to start spying on them yet >.<
Wes Downgate


Well that wasn't unexpected. Workshops usually were required to be rooted in one place, and although he'd been hoping a mage from the Age of Gods would be able to circumvent that, it looked like Workshop creation didn't fall under the purview of Tamamo's foxy...

Wes blushed as his eyes unconsciously gravitated towards his Servant's impressive ermm... assets. He quickly turned back around to bury himself in his work, hoping his Servant hadn't noticed.

"Y-Yeah, that sounds great, Tamamo. Sake it is. You sure you can go outside though, looking the way you do?" His heart skipped a beat as he realized how that sounded and he rushed to correct hinself. "I-I mean you look great, you're... you're beautiful, but uhh..."

Without turning around, Wes pointed once to the top of his head and once to his tailbone (which in Tamamo's case was a bit more literal). He turned to look at her, somewhat embarrassed.

"Do you need a disguise or something? So you can, y'know, hide from enemy Masters and Servants?"

Worst came to worst she could always turn into Spirit Form or he could use a Command Seal to forcibly teleport her back to the yacht, but blowing their cover this early would be more than likely fatal to his late-game plans.
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