will408914
(slouching towards bethlehem)
- Location
- California
[X] Dodge or deflect the question.
Bad end ahoy!
Bad end ahoy!
BAD END QUEST (Fate universe)
- Thread starter Skarmory
- Start date
- Fantasy
Mecha-Tsundere87
You want to do WHAT with that microwave?
- Location
- Academy City
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
Heaven Canceler
I would like to have a cool title.
- Location
- Austria
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
Anyone actually know why they sent us away? I don't remember it coming up in the narrative.
Anyone actually know why they sent us away? I don't remember it coming up in the narrative.
- Location
- Washington
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
Balduran
Smuggest Plague-Bearer
- Location
- a quiet, rainy place
According to the backstory, it's because we stole their stuff and summoned a servant. Sending us to the Grail War was a pretext to get rid of an already troublesome child (due to our Origin).
Heaven Canceler
I would like to have a cool title.
- Location
- Austria
If we win, we should use our wish to fuck with our parents. Assuming we don't find out about Angry Manjuu before that.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
Mecha-Tsundere87
You want to do WHAT with that microwave?
- Location
- Academy City
Or we could wish to control that dumb place we saw in a book once called "the root".
- Location
- Germany
That one never works. Not in five Grailwars and not for any of the masters of a True Magic.
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
Not sure if wishing anything on that Grail would work any better now, though.
Something tells me that if we manage to get the Grail, we're going to spend a loooooong time getting all sort of Bad Ends.
Heaven Canceler
I would like to have a cool title.
- Location
- Austria
I don't remember anyone actually wishing for that and failing though. It is certainly capable of reaching the root, it was one of the 2 or 3 reasons it was built. (The other being the rebirth of the 3rd Magic and whatever the Makiri/Matou wanted before Zoken went crazy.)
- Location
- Virginia
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
Sounds like neither we no Waver have a wish. We just wanted to Show Them
Heaven Canceler
I would like to have a cool title.
- Location
- Austria
We should wish the Grail to vanish! That will show them all!
Character Development, Part 2
Skarmory
Girl from the Black Lizard Planet
- Location
- Case Western Reserve University
[X] Answer Waver's question honestly.
"Until the past few months, they were very nice to me," you say honestly. "My parents groomed my older sister to be the family heir from birth, and taught some magic to my older brother as well, in case misfortune were to befall my sister. But they raised me as a normal girl, thinking that there was no way I would come to inherit the family crest. Of course, I knew about magic and often liked to watch my older siblings practice in the backyard, but I went to public school and had a mundane life."
"So what changed?" Waver asked.
"There was an incident," you explain glumly. "My sister was experimenting with my father's Mystic Code inkwell and a paintbrush in the yard, drawing magical runes."
"Runes?" Waver asks. "Aren't the true runes impossible to replicate by modern magecraft, while lesser runes must be drawn directly upon a person in order to truly reveal their power?"
"Perhaps, but my parents did not agree that runes were a futile path of research. Our family specialized in the use of Prana-infused ink to infuse materials and writing utensils for magic abilities, using the shape of what runes we could discover to trigger specific effects. My older sister preferred using a quill pen, but Father insisted that she at least learn to use his brush. She was practicing her newly developed art of drawing runes on the air itself, allowing her to cast her magecraft without needing to carry a notebook or canvas like my father, when my mother called her inside to discuss something with her."
"What happened then?" Waver asked.
You'll never forget that moment.
You held the brush in your hand, savoring the feel of its grainy oaken shaft in your hands. Your parents had told you to never experiment with the family magic without permission, but you couldn't resist, just this one time.
In your right hand, the tip of the paintbrush lets off a soft, pulsing blue glow, responding to the call of your Magic Circuits. You feel more alive then you had several minutes ago. Even if this isn't your birthright, it feels nice to know what could have been.
You begin to draw symbols in the air. Not the painstakingly researched true runes your sister draws, as you were never given access to the ancient documents your family stored in the basement. Instead, you begin to draw numbers in the air with the brush, nearly laughing to yourself as you count the way your mother had taught you when you were in diapers.
Five, the number of True Magics remaining in the world, and of musical harmony.
Four, the number of classical elements, and the number of death and misfortune.
Three, the number of forms taken by the Lord, and the number of the days the Son lay dead before returning to life.
Two, the number of symmetry and duality, and of continuation.
One, the number of individuals and of beginnings.
You stop there for a moment. Your mother had never mentioned zero, so you decide to make up something.
Zero, the number of emptyness, and of negation. Of empty spaces to be filled.
The paintbrush flashes, a blindingly bright glow filling the yard as a beam fires from the end of the brush. You panic, swinging the brush wildly as you try to stop the flow of magic. Every solid object the beam touches crumbles into fragments of itself, while you can feel the air around you rapidly cooling. During one of your frantic swings, you draw a massive line across the rear of your family's mansion, collapsing the back half of the house.
Unsure what else to do, you throw the paintbrush to the ground and step away from it. As soon as the paintbrush leaves your hand, the connection is broken, and the beam emanating from the brush vanishes. Your sister and mother stumble out of the collapsed rear face of your house, faces agape.
"And that's when they sealed me away," you finished. "They locked me in a closet for a week while they repaired the house, then moved me to my bedroom. I wasn't even allowed to leave for meals, and I certainly wasn't allowed anything to write or read-in fact, anything with ink in it at all, in case I accidentally triggered my Origin again."
"That's..." Waver begins. "That's awful. At least no one was hurt."You see a red haired young woman walking towards the house, carrying a cylindrical carrying case on a shoulder strap.
[ ] Ask Waver for his story.
[ ] Ask to be alone for a bit, and go find a room to crash in.
-[ ] Recharge Capitalist's prana.
-[ ] Attempt to carry out another summoning ritual. (???)
[ ] Politely excuse yourself and leave.
-[ ] Promise to meet him later.
-[ ] Find yourself a headquarters of your own.
--[ ] Write in specifications.
-[ ] Do Grail War things.
[ ] Write in
"Until the past few months, they were very nice to me," you say honestly. "My parents groomed my older sister to be the family heir from birth, and taught some magic to my older brother as well, in case misfortune were to befall my sister. But they raised me as a normal girl, thinking that there was no way I would come to inherit the family crest. Of course, I knew about magic and often liked to watch my older siblings practice in the backyard, but I went to public school and had a mundane life."
"So what changed?" Waver asked.
"There was an incident," you explain glumly. "My sister was experimenting with my father's Mystic Code inkwell and a paintbrush in the yard, drawing magical runes."
"Runes?" Waver asks. "Aren't the true runes impossible to replicate by modern magecraft, while lesser runes must be drawn directly upon a person in order to truly reveal their power?"
"Perhaps, but my parents did not agree that runes were a futile path of research. Our family specialized in the use of Prana-infused ink to infuse materials and writing utensils for magic abilities, using the shape of what runes we could discover to trigger specific effects. My older sister preferred using a quill pen, but Father insisted that she at least learn to use his brush. She was practicing her newly developed art of drawing runes on the air itself, allowing her to cast her magecraft without needing to carry a notebook or canvas like my father, when my mother called her inside to discuss something with her."
"What happened then?" Waver asked.
You'll never forget that moment.
You held the brush in your hand, savoring the feel of its grainy oaken shaft in your hands. Your parents had told you to never experiment with the family magic without permission, but you couldn't resist, just this one time.
In your right hand, the tip of the paintbrush lets off a soft, pulsing blue glow, responding to the call of your Magic Circuits. You feel more alive then you had several minutes ago. Even if this isn't your birthright, it feels nice to know what could have been.
You begin to draw symbols in the air. Not the painstakingly researched true runes your sister draws, as you were never given access to the ancient documents your family stored in the basement. Instead, you begin to draw numbers in the air with the brush, nearly laughing to yourself as you count the way your mother had taught you when you were in diapers.
Five, the number of True Magics remaining in the world, and of musical harmony.
Four, the number of classical elements, and the number of death and misfortune.
Three, the number of forms taken by the Lord, and the number of the days the Son lay dead before returning to life.
Two, the number of symmetry and duality, and of continuation.
One, the number of individuals and of beginnings.
You stop there for a moment. Your mother had never mentioned zero, so you decide to make up something.
Zero, the number of emptyness, and of negation. Of empty spaces to be filled.
The paintbrush flashes, a blindingly bright glow filling the yard as a beam fires from the end of the brush. You panic, swinging the brush wildly as you try to stop the flow of magic. Every solid object the beam touches crumbles into fragments of itself, while you can feel the air around you rapidly cooling. During one of your frantic swings, you draw a massive line across the rear of your family's mansion, collapsing the back half of the house.
Unsure what else to do, you throw the paintbrush to the ground and step away from it. As soon as the paintbrush leaves your hand, the connection is broken, and the beam emanating from the brush vanishes. Your sister and mother stumble out of the collapsed rear face of your house, faces agape.
"And that's when they sealed me away," you finished. "They locked me in a closet for a week while they repaired the house, then moved me to my bedroom. I wasn't even allowed to leave for meals, and I certainly wasn't allowed anything to write or read-in fact, anything with ink in it at all, in case I accidentally triggered my Origin again."
"That's..." Waver begins. "That's awful. At least no one was hurt."You see a red haired young woman walking towards the house, carrying a cylindrical carrying case on a shoulder strap.
[ ] Ask Waver for his story.
[ ] Ask to be alone for a bit, and go find a room to crash in.
-[ ] Recharge Capitalist's prana.
-[ ] Attempt to carry out another summoning ritual. (???)
[ ] Politely excuse yourself and leave.
-[ ] Promise to meet him later.
-[ ] Find yourself a headquarters of your own.
--[ ] Write in specifications.
-[ ] Do Grail War things.
[ ] Write in
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Ask to be alone for a bit, and go find a room to crash in.
-[X] Attempt to carry out another summoning ritual. (???)
-[X] Attempt to carry out another summoning ritual. (???)
- Location
- Washington
[X] Ask Waver for his story.
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
[X] Ask Waver for his story.
This is schmuck bait! Don't fall for it!
*looks back at the title of the Quest*
Wait, never mind, fall for it!
This is schmuck bait! Don't fall for it!
*looks back at the title of the Quest*
Wait, never mind, fall for it!
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
[X] Ask to be alone for a bit, and go find a room to crash in.
-[X] Attempt to carry out another summoning ritual. (???)
-[X] Attempt to carry out another summoning ritual. (???)
- Location
- Germany
[X] Ask Waver for his story.