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Pain, pain.. No not just pain. This was the source of pain, this was the source and end result of suffering. People wished to escape this, people wished to not know this at all, but they knew it because they were the ones who gave birth to it. All that humanity feared and put into hell was that which they understood, knew and disliked. This was more than just pain. Pain was just an aspect, an incarnation of all the curses. Everything that damned humanity born of humanity, every punishment and sin of humanity laid there on the other side. He felt it, he felt it all, cutting through even the pain. But the pain.. The pain was pain was p.. A.. i.. N.. .. A.. p.. A.. i.. N
People's malignance was the shadow of people's glow. It was the sin that encouraged righteousness, it was the evil that encouraged good. The shadow of the Golden Capital, the shadow of Heaven. Selfish, evil. For All the Evils in the World (humanity) there needed to be a reward, a reason for good. The reward was not being there. Anything was good, anything was fine, give any sort of burden just don’t bring that here!..
it’s not right it’s not right... Ah.. I feel.. He was melting away, turning into soup, turning into just another lost soul whose end destination was pain and a cursed eternity.
Falsehood, objectification, destruction, rape, murder, the sanctity of life is torn to shreds. Violence, Hatred, Fearful cruelty.
Atonement.
This was the atonement, this was the punishment that awaited sin. This was death this was death. He was dying, he was dying as a person, his soul being laid out for pain.
This is not enough not enough
not enough
not enough
not enough
not enough…
This doesn’t make up for anything.
This does not even bring zero.
Go away.
He could not say something like ‘I do not deserve this.” For it was the punishment that humanity flayed itself with. No one could say “I do not deserve this.” For it was the end result of all of their misdeeds, thoughts and suffering.
This was the horror born as a counterforce to the ugliness of the crimes of all people.
The most horrifying thing was that one could not escape it, could not justify escaping it.
Wasn’t this what we made to condemn ourselves for our ugliness? To deny it was to deny one’s self, to deny one’s sins.
He was fading, fading into the swirl. Losing himself in the punishments of man.
This was from the few moments he stared into this false-abyss of man.
He collapsed to his knees. He?... He didn’t know what happened for the next few moments, completely unaware of all. His awareness left his body. He threw up, bile flowing out of his convulsing body. Ah, was this blood? Was this the ichor that was like the mud his (humanity’s) actions brought to stain the world?
He couldn’t see, he barely could think. It was only when that pressure, when that gate disappeared from the command of Ruler that he could find himself coherent at all.
All he wanted was for it to go away. All he wanted was that girl to be gone so that wouldn’t appear again. He didn’t need to look at Berserker with his eyes to know he felt the same.
“Berserker..." he choked out. Emotions like he hadn't felt for a long time flooding him as he put into words what they already knew between each other.
Make her go away, kill her.
“Fly to her.”
A seal upon his hand flared to life, the crystalized energy flooding into Berserker and given shape in the form of a miracle due to the desire (wish) of Toshi.
A wish that the two shared, the seal burned as a catalyst for an absolute command that the servant gave himself to.An absolute command with one simple part. Energy flooded Berserker and so with an earthshaking roar born from the ground in protest as he leapt, Berserker flew.
“I use my second…" he trailed off for a moment, fighting to able to put the words to voice. Berserker, give the blow that kills her.”
His stomach churned, his lungs burned, his brain throbbed and his eyes were cloudy as it had been forced to witness and realize more than it was prepared. But he felt relief.
This was their only chance, if they took it and all fell apart then there wasn’t anything to regret then, right?
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A horror, a land where they would surely come to be consumed. Just as he imbued his blades with his curse, his bloodlust so too did humanity imbue this land with all their curses. The scale of the horror was one in which Berserker could never compete with. This was the horrors that would conquer any man born of man, while the heroic spirit that stood before him was one that would conquer demons. He was presented with that which would lay waste and ruin him, and could only feel fear.
A cry of pain behind him brought his eyes whipping to the side out of concern for his master. He opened his mouth to speak out when he heard the first command.
Ah.
Yes, the pain and state of his master wasn’t what was important right now. There was nothing more he could do than understand them and recognize them. The two of them were filled with this fear and desire in the face of this glimpse at that realm.
He was filled to the brim as he let the command resonate with his own fears, desires and wish. He let himself become its vessel, he let himself become its expression.
That monstrous crystallization of energy filled Berserker completely and burned into his body. He was rippling with energy that he could not fully hold. He flew, his limbs bringing him to flight as the command brought him to propel himself like a rocket, perhaps even matching the speed and might of one of that one's Archer arrows that reached an Extermination Rank in fearsomeness.
The command was to fly to her, that is, to arrive to Dulle Griet. The distance between the two was swallowed up to be reduced to zero. Even if she were to retreat into that other realm he would follow, the command urging Berserker to conquer that distance.
He brought his blade forth, it flooding with his own energy, with the energy of the second command. In life he had imbued his blades with his curse, with his bloodlust. Into them he moved the yoke of his burden, of his existence. But now he was carving into it a desire, his own simple wish, the wish of his master. The two blended in together, causing the blade to move for a stroke, not for the spilling of blood but the overpowering wish of defeating and slaying Dulle Gritte.
He didn't know if it would be enough with her rejection of interference born of demons, something that even he counted as, if only partially for the purpose of her abilities. But with the command bolstering him and guiding him there was no hesitation.
The cursed blade rose to strike the one who owned all such curses as a blade to engrave the wish of two souls for victory and escape.
The blade descended upon her like a shooting star, aiming for her spiritual core.
“Disappear!”
He was no real demon born from the wishes of man. But please, let him enact a wish of a man, and himself just this once.
She's way more than that even in F/GO.
Man, I really wish I still had that essay analysis that I found on a blog about her still that went in deep about her view and relations with people, why she wants Cu and in turn also talks about how Cu is the way he is.
Man, I really wish I still had that essay analysis that I found on a blog about her still that went in deep about her view and relations with people, why she wants Cu and in turn also talks about how Cu is the way he is.
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I mean, if Medb qualifies, he should, lol.
(although as somebody who read the Tain, I can't help but hate what Fate did to her)
Personally Medb is in my opinion a well written character, fantastic even. She's definitely one of my favorite servants.
I can understand why some might dislike her but she's really good in F/GO, man.
Death, evil, punishment, pain, fear. All that was bad that could happen, all that people didn't want. His skin crawled, he was revolted, this was revolting. To not be disgusted, to not hate and to not be afraid of this was to show one to deviate from what one was human.
Yet.
Was it that bad?
The culmination of peoples fears, what they did not want, what they wished upon the worst of others and their most hated enemies. It was what they wished to stay away from most of all. Anything was fine, to not be here was the reward for virtue, to be here was the punishment for sin. It could be said to be the embodiment of the worst fortune, to be damned to hell. And here was this woman that descended upon it, taking it for its plunder, seeing it as just another place to pillage.
A mad woman who lacked so the pain most others held.
Was it so bad? He was afraid, it was horrible, but it did not hurt as much to look at, compared to many other people. This was what people feared, this was not what people experienced, and so it was not something he shared in. Yeah, as long as it was that, as long as he could live knowing this was the end that people lived to avoid rather than the life people lived moment by moment. He didn't need to see and acknowledge the fact that someone was living that, lived this. It wasn't something that happened, it wasn't something that was happening... well, at this rate it might be happening to him and Berserker. But, this he could live with. It was not pain that he had to share in, it wasn't pain he ignored while it seemed to cry out to him, to anyone to be acknowledge and to be brought salvation to.
Ah, he really was a terrible person, wasn't he?
"Berserker. They're just swords!" he cried out as a reminder to the Berserker who made blades that were himself.
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Runrunrunrunrun.
No.
Run.
No. At least, not in the way his boiling blood demanded. If he came to this war, this conflict filled with heroes that were all existences that slew and brought fear to demons and monsters, then he should have been prepared for something like this from the beginning. Perhaps this was an eye opener in a way?
The call of his master shock him back into focus and he jerked his torso to the side, presenting his shoulder towards the incoming blades as he settled into a stance.
Yes, they were just blades, and it would be surprising if there was a heroic spirit in this war that knew them better than him at all.
Cursed Blades of the Dark Capital, imbued with the desires(fears) and hate(wishes) of man. Unfortunately the way this woman fought it seemed unlikely that he would get any good chance to check out their properties. Yet, combining with his own wits and allowing himself to lose himself to the flow of the battle he felt, he saw.
Yes, the shapes of the blades were known to him. Even if their materials were not known, even if he knew not what sort of cursed steel they were... He too held a cursed blade, and there was a key fundamental difference. Not in the make and materials, nor even perhaps in legend and mystery, but there was one vital and fundamental difference between those blades and the one in his hand. To a samurai the blade was their soul. A blade was an extension of the warrior. Likewise the sword was not complete without a peerless warrior that took it into his life and sublimed it into more than a hunk of sharpened metal. Even if the form was similar, even if the function could be said to be similar the distance between a knife and a sword was infinitesimal. That was because of the samurai, the other half of the blade.
He was a smith, not a samurai. But his blade perhaps embodied the relation between man and steel in a terrifying twisted way that ran deeper than any other. This blade was part of him. Into it he imbued part of himself, his bloodthirst, his madness, his curse. All of it was poured into it along with the sweat and toil of each of his hammer strikes. The blade grew under each stroke, pounded out and with his essence poured into it. Such was the nature of each Muramasa. It was a Muramasa within a prison of steel, it was a Muramasa that had a body of steel. Muramasa wielded Muramasa and so the one whole blade stood against the six incomplete ones that rained down.
He saw, he knew. How to strike, how to defend, how to dodge. The rain of blades was not so frightening so long they did not hold a master.
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Standing before the Master and Servant, she appeared.
Wrong wrong wrong.
Death, no, worse than that. To face that was something he knew to be wore. He didn't know what exactly, he didn't know why. It made no sense. This was a servant, it was something that was similar to him and yet this feeling. It was no overwhelming predator, it was no unfair disparity akin to the dread a peasant felt confronted with a knight.
"Master!"
His voice rung out carrying enough emotion to make the blade that materialized in his hand shudder. No, don't fight it, don't confront it. This was not a matter of a fight. What was it? He didn't.. he couldn't. No, he didn't want to be here. He who faced the rejection of humans, the demonetization of his name and the unkind hand of people, who accepted his deeds and moved on from such a past now shuddered in the wake of this unknown.
"We need to leave... now."
The blade in his hand was proof of his legend, proof of his curse, proof of that which shaped him. But in this case the idea of raising it seemed foolish. His hands, clammy from sweat, was white was bone with their grip on the hilt that seemed to cause a creak of protest. He didn't know if it was from his bones or the blade.
Even with this...
"We should run from this servant."
It was another servant. That was obvious enough from his sight alone, and from how fast she came. Even a normal person without eyes like his could've been able to say that she wasn't a normal human. But why then was Berserker reacting so strongly? It was enough that he could feel the anxiety himself, the fear. It was a "pain" that he could see, a vortex that swirled within Berserker as the presence of the girl bore down on them.
Master's Clairvoyance, or so Berserker called it, the servant having explained it, and a few other things in the Grail War as they walked to Shinto. Came in as he laid his eyes on her. Her parameters were higher, but that shouldn't have been the cause for a reaction that strong, right?
He took in a breath.
Sh was weird. No signs of real scars or pain on her. Yet she obviously wanted to fight, she looked forward for it, she came to fight whatever brought that flash of light. Well, they weren't her target... and maybe there was a way to keep it that way.
"Hey, you. Heh, well, sorry to disappoint, but the feeling is mutual. I wanted to see what made that light during the night. We trekked all the way over here just to see, but ah well, I guess we should've just gone to the Church."
He let out a half-hearted laugh. Toshi's eyes glanced between his servant and the girl, unable to decide on a focus, while his body hunched over a bit, back and head lowering. Looking at Berserker he already knew he didn't like the feeling of this. If she could just go away, if she could just leave them alone then. He wasn't ready to fight, not yet. The idea was something he accepted but without the ritual of visiting the church it felt off. But such a regular and controlled baptism was hardly a thing he could ask for in a war.
He finally settled for laying his eyes down on the girl. With a louder voice and a straightening out back he tried to get more comfortable. Although, his head continued to hunch downward.
"So, you're looking for a specific servant? What makes him special anyway? Well, you'll probably not be able to find him if you talk to us too long however."
Standing before the Master and Servant, she appeared.
Wrong wrong wrong.
Death, no, worse than that. To face that was something he knew to be wore. He didn't know what exactly, he didn't know why. It made no sense. This was a servant, it was something that was similar to him and yet this feeling. It was no overwhelming predator, it was no unfair disparity akin to the dread a peasant felt confronted with a knight.
"Master!"
His voice rung out carrying enough emotion to make the blade that materialized in his hand shudder. No, don't fight it, don't confront it. This was not a matter of a fight. What was it? He didn't.. he couldn't. No, he didn't want to be here. He who faced the rejection of humans, the demonetization of his name and the unkind hand of people, who accepted his deeds and moved on from such a past now shuddered in the wake of this unknown.
"We need to leave... now."
The blade in his hand was proof of his legend, proof of his curse, proof of that which shaped him. But in this case the idea of raising it seemed foolish. His hands, clammy from sweat, was white was bone with their grip on the hilt that seemed to cause a creak of protest. He didn't know if it was from his bones or the blade.
Even with this...
"We should run from this servant."
It was another servant. That was obvious enough from his sight alone, and from how fast she came. Even a normal person without eyes like his could've been able to say that she wasn't a normal human. But why then was Berserker reacting so strongly? It was enough that he could feel the anxiety himself, the fear. It was a "pain" that he could see, a vortex that swirled within Berserker as the presence of the girl bore down on them.
Master's Clairvoyance, or so Berserker called it, the servant having explained it, and a few other things in the Grail War as they walked to Shinto. Came in as he laid his eyes on her. Her parameters were higher, but that shouldn't have been the cause for a reaction that strong, right?
He took in a breath.
Sh was weird. No signs of real scars or pain on her. Yet she obviously wanted to fight, she looked forward for it, she came to fight whatever brought that flash of light. Well, they weren't her target... and maybe there was a way to keep it that way.
"Hey, you. Heh, well, sorry to disappoint, but the feeling is mutual. I wanted to see what made that light during the night. We trekked all the way over here just to see, but ah well, I guess we should've just gone to the Church."
He let out a half-hearted laugh. Toshi's eyes glanced between his servant and the girl, unable to decide on a focus, while his body hunched over a bit, back and head lowering. Looking at Berserker he already knew he didn't like the feeling of this. If she could just go away, if she could just leave them alone then. He wasn't ready to fight, not yet. The idea was something he accepted but without the ritual of visiting the church it felt off. But such a regular and controlled baptism was hardly a thing he could ask for in a war.
He finally settled for laying his eyes down on the girl. With a louder voice and a straightening out back he tried to get more comfortable. Although, his head continued to hunch downward.
"So, you're looking for a specific servant? What makes him special anyway? Well, you'll probably not be able to find him if you talk to us too long however."
I mean they're also demons that she has with her, not ploys.
Not great or anything, but team scrub is moving forward.
Also we're moving to intercept Team Sumanai I guess.
RIP us.
Also we're moving to intercept Team Sumanai I guess.
RIP us.
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“That alone is reassuring, at the least. The grail is suppose to choose those who are fitting to participate, but it’s good to hear that you’re motivated.”
Even without any true knowledge, or even context as to the ritual it was equally dangerous to have a master who was either too afraid to chase after the wish, or didn’t have a strong interest. Still, the complete lack of ignorance was still rather painful. At the very least the concerns of his master, citing a desire for a rulebook or someone to talk to, while painfully mundane, was actually something that could be provided.
“Since we are in the area there is the Church. The Church is suppose to be the place where an overseer of the war has taken residence. However, that’s only the information going off what was recorded and told to us about prior wars. It could end up as abandoned of its duties as much as that manor you summoned me in. Whatever the case, as I have said before I am fine with whatever you choose to do at the moment, master.”
Still.
He wondered if his master could truly back up his words of apathy if he learned more about his past. Memories brimmed below the surface and he found his eyes taking even greater note of the world about them even as the darkness become so absolute. It was not like back then that he was given the privilege of simply being chased after or raising the ire of others in the sunlight.
What would have come if his blades were celebrated instead of feared and seen as bringers of death and calamity? If his blades were praised like those of Masamune, or the famous holy blades of the west. Would he have accepted the summon to such a ritual even then?
In the end all that he could ask for was to see those who had the light shone on them on more proper paths, wielding holy blades and glowing with heroic legends.
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“Wha’dya know? Well, it’s better than nothing. A church huh? I guess it isn’t too surprising that a city like this has some Christians. We never had anything like that back where I came from however. It’ll be weird, I guess. Churches usually aren’t anything good in stories you know, it’s all about priests actually being demon summoners or bringers of darkness all along nowadays.” He let out a derisive sort but kept a grin of sorts up. “Well, that’d be a stupid plot twist, wouldn’t it? Well, whatever. We’ll head there first. We can go home and eat something before hitting the hay, or something after. Doesn’t really matter, but I’m too tired to go off looking for fights.”
Toshi became quiet as he adjusted his path. Retracting his steps, heading back to the graveyard, back towards the Church. Ah, this really was going to be a long night, wasn’t it? Forget the fighting, patrolling the city, scouting out the enemy, all those things that just meant a lot of walking, that alone was going to be a lot of tiring work wasn’t it? Well, as long as it was night-time like this it wasn’t really much of a bother, and it was not as if he had that much to do anyway.
The two walked in silence for the most of the remainder of the night, and it was as the new day had begun that they noticed that it came with a dawn of Twilight. The sheer energy that came with the arc of light that illuminated the sky blazed bright in the dark morning, and to Toshi who looked upon it the sense of something that should not be struck him. What he saw brought wonder and shudders. Even more than the summoning of Berserker, even more than his eyes and what he saw throughout his life. It was this light that brought him to awe, that made him stop and feel the plung the into something so alien and beyond his imagination. There was a world that he could not comprehend, not yet. And as the light blinked out into nothingness, every ray disappearing like the target of the blade, he found that his curiosity was roused.
Perhaps it was only fitting that upon joining a war for a wish then one would see the crystallization of imagination, wishes and reverence.
“Berserker.”
“Yeah, master?”
“Change of plans. Let’s go see what that light was.”
How else could one contextualize their dreams and truly learn the weight of a wish?
Considering the master and servant situation there isn't really too much of a need for Nessus I think.
Well, if we do get a full roster of masters he can be summoned, but if we get any new masters I'd say I'm fine with him holding the least priority to match up.
Well, if we do get a full roster of masters he can be summoned, but if we get any new masters I'd say I'm fine with him holding the least priority to match up.
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