Blooming From A Seed To A Tree (Project Moon Crossover Quest)

[WilyMachineKing1]

How long has he been here? He wondered as he paused from his prayers begging for punishment. It had been some time since he had arrived and longer since he was forcefully, and another when he was forcefully fused with what can be considered records from across timelines from this place. It was almost like his true self from the Throne itself was summoned.

He remembered how he found Saber and mistook her for Jeanne.

He remembered creating and aiding a facsimile of Jeanne that soon become her own entity.

He could remember everything, the wars, the Grand Order and so much more. And so, he wept and prayed for more and more punishment, as repentance, here, in what surely was hell as demons prowled the halls outside his cage. All of them in different forms, some humans, either humanoid to a perfect replica with some changes on the scale, to truly horrifying things so strange he could barely wonder how they functioned, before dismissing that as Demons never truly making sense, the Demon Pillars being a good example of it.

Like this one creature, a rather horrifying thing that was some strange mixture of a bat and a dog made from blood and shadows, a large slobbering maw filled with jagged teeth and a blood red eyes filled with hunger and insanity. Its wings, large enough to form a shield around its body was bent and folded to be less of a hassle when walking through the halls. It's claws were sharp enough to tear anything unfortunate to shreds as the blood splatters on his windows told many a story of whatever came across it's path.

Alongside the Demons, he would also see what he could infer as fellow damned souls, though they did seem rather doll-like in appearance than regular humans to be honest. Their blood was also akin to red paint, however, their screams of pain were real, and he prayed for their salvation.

Not his.

Never his, for this is was he belongs for all his sins.

The strange people would often pass by here, occasionally stopping to look at him in confusion and would speak amongst themselves. Though far away, he would often hear certain words being thrown out, the one he heard was 'Abnormality'. Hmm, could that be how they refer to the Demons prowling around? Odd but every being has their way to refer them but he will not judge. He also did not condemn them for warily looking at him, not once going over to open.

It's the least he deserved for what he has done. Oh damn that Prelait. Damn him and his wicked tongue.

Damn those that set Jeanne to the pyre.

But most of all.....

Damn him for allowing himself to fall to evil.

Gille De Rais cursed himself eternally, content to stay in this hell for penance of his crimes, for he deserves this and more. With hope the size of dust that he could be forgiven and join with Jeanne.

Alas, Gille knew that will never happen to him.

 

[WilyMachineKing1]

[X] What has been going on in the Facility right? What's the current status of each department and rooms?
[X] Are there other Abnormalities loose in the Facility like Standard Training Dummy-Rabbit?
[X] How are you all here?
[X] What is the current status of the EGO armory?

You had so many questions in your mind as you began to eat your food, which was a pepperoni pizza and frizzy drinks. As you eat, you eventually plucked up some ideas to ask and got to work with them.

"Sam, what has been going on in the Facility right now? What is the current status of the Departments and the rooms?" You asked Sam, who was eating through his mask, who stopped, before slurping up his meal. He as silent for a moment, before speaking.

"Hell. Hell itself. Ordeals are constantly invading each day, sometimes together with other ordeals as well. Not to mention the Phantoms are turning the Departments into what they fucking feel like should be, thus making the Departments and the Rooms on the fritz." He explained with a frustrated tone.

You nodded your head to that piece of very worrying news and decided on asking the other Question on you had. "Are there any other Abnormalities loose in the Facility like Standard Training Dummy-Rabbit?"

"Yes...... No clue on which ones but there have been some familiar ones, along with a lot of new ones have been seen about, with some I think being Aberrants of certain Abnormalities. There is also people being sighted, who are definitely not L Corp employees who have been seen roaming the place, as well along with new Ordeals that have been discovered, but probably nothing we ca't handle now that you are here." Sam said as he began to eat again, his mask coping the chomping motions one makes when eating.

You shuddered a bit at both the information and the way Today's Expression Gift worked, but soldiered on, needing to know more. "How are you all here?" You asked him, hoping he might providing any information about their reason being at all.

"No clue sir, only the fact we died woke up in this hellhole version of the workplace and having been in a losing battle with the entities, from the Abnormalities to the Phantoms, in that miasmic darkness crap and that we all remember a feeling of sunlight on us along with a voice telling us about some mission we had to do, before waking up here." Sam said as he was finished with his meal as you nodded, at least having some things on you about a voice and sunlight.

Those two were important to you and need to find out why. But now, the last question, and the most important one. "What is the current status of the EGO Armory?" You asked, hoping that they had at least some good equipment to help themselves against the tide of enemies. Sam took his time, trying to find the right words to answer your question you figured.

"We have access to EGO from when we died in the facility, but we have no new ones due to the Extraction department being over run by what seem to be the Bloodfiend equivalent of an Indigo Noon, Amber Ordeals and basically any Ordeal with blood with them, and what many of the veterans recognize as Ordeals, except they are warped by whatever is making these Ruby Ordeals as we've coined them...... which is likely whatever made the Bloody Phantom." Sam said as you nodded, motion him to continue on, "Only EGO we have in abundance right now is the Standard Training EGO Gift from Rabbit. Other then that we've noticed that those of us wielding Solemn Lament have been having an easier time handling it oddly."

That one drew you a surprised look, making you realize you might have had a hand but need to experiment with, so you shove that into the bucket list for things to do later.

"In short, Most of us don't have EGO Equipment because most of us are just Clerks with guns with little to no ammo for them, and batons that do us little good that we raided from the Agent armory here in employee quarters." Sam said as he just gestured around to rest of the Employees, which are just mostly made of Clerks and only little bits of Agents you see from time to time.

He did have a point, no matter how much skills they might have nor how much Agents they had, at the end of the day, they were going to lose badly against all the enemies had described. You needed to figure out something, but was interrupted by the Rabbits who were excitedly talking.

"The Perimeter has expanded Manager! Into the Central Command Department and one of the Special Employee Dorms have been online!" They said, jumping up and done with excitement.

Special Employee Dorms? What could it be talking about? You thought in confusion before realizing what it most likely meant, remembering the story of the Abnormality about it wanting to be an actual Employee of Lobotomy Corporation. It must mean a containment cell. You and Sam turned to each other, and the Agent smiled.

"Feel like trying to manage Abnormalities? Manager?" He asked you, making you raise a brow at that.

"Just trust me. This is the best plan we have so far that could work." He said as he and you followed Rabbit to the Abnormality Containment Room where the rabbit-shaped abnormality was waiting for you, buzzing with excitement. As you decided to get ready, you noticed some things on the list as Sam quickly went to explaining it.

"You already know the normal four Work Types boss I reckon." He said with you nodding as confirmation, thus allowing him to continue. "Instinct to fills the physical needs of the Abnormalities, Insight to gain knowledge about it and make the units environment more better suited for both them and us, Attachment is the social stuff like talking or playing games, Repression to make them unwilling to act on their instincts for a bit, either by verbal or physical means, and now for the new one, called Negotiation, we've been doing it since you left and we grew desperate for help. Negotiation, which is where we bargain with the Abnormality in exchange for their help. For example we gave Rabbit a promotion to deputy agent and clerk and they're surprisingly good with paperwork all things considered but not that's not the point, in general this is like Instinct, except we are dealing with higher desires than just the base ones, sometimes the requests are simple, sometimes their complex. It all depends on the Abnormality in question." Sam finished his explanation of both the old

You nodded your head at this explanation, seems simple enough you reckon as you looked over the list, ready for work to begin. Your choices was varied but you think you got this.

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Welcome to Abnormality Training Maggots! Sponsored by Wily and Kal. Here you will be learning how to take care of Abnormalities like the game. However, since this is a quest and not the game itself, we will be doing this by voting. So here's how it's going to go. You will choose a Work Type along with a write in of what you will do. Here are two examples Example:
[ ] Attachment
-[ ] Talk to it about what it has been doing for some time and why it is helping the Employees
[ ] Negotiation
-[ ] Hire it to work as an Employee to not only strength the bond but also to provide more security to the Facility
Now then, the tutorial is over. If you have any other questions, ask me or @Kalibrius about them and we shall answer the best we can. Let the voting commence!

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Which Work Type shall you use first?
[ ] Instinct
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Insight
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Attachment
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Repression
-[ ] Write in
[ ] Negotiation
-[ ] Write in

AN: Welp, here we are. Abnormality managing. Big thanks for @Kalibrius for his help and his idea to be inspired by the NOW HIRING Quest. Go check that out. I am glad to have such a good friend, so yeah, enjoy this update and let's see where this goes shall we? Also yes, I have changed my Avatar. Will probably be changing it for some time, depending on my mood.

 

[WilyMachineKing1]

[X] Attachment
-[X] thank Abnormality for helping me through this whole mess.

You decided to go with Attachment Work for this Abnormality. with that, you headed into the Containment Unit, and saw the Abnormality there shaking with joy.

"Manger! I'm happy to see you!" They said, rocking back and forth as they watched you come over to them. "What do you want with me?"

"I just came here to ask you some questions, but most importantly, I have come here with thanks." You said, watching the rabbit leaning by its side, something like a head tilt, in confusion as it looked at you.

"What do you mean?" It asked you in confusion, and you couldn't help but smile at the voice, which is a lot like a child now that you think about it. "I was just doing my job?"

"Still, thank you for helping your fellow Employees throughout this whole mess, on behalf of everyone," You said with a smile to the Abnormality. "Thank you. Truly." You said with much sincerity as you can in giving thanks.

"No problem at all! We're just doing our job! Helping our fellow workers, keeping and making sure the rogue workers are behaving, keeping up morale, all things that should be expected! But, I'm glad your here Manager! I was worried you might not show up! That you were gone forever, but I kept hoping and here you are! You're going to fix everything! So thank you for coming back Manager!"

You blinked at this, stunned by what he just said. He.... said thanks for coming back.

Thank You. Two words you have never given, as far as you were aware through your life in Lobotomy Corporation. Not even the Serphirah with there troubles never gave thanks, but that was due to perhaps being the same person who caused their problems, at least that was what you thought.

But, why now? And why do your cheeks feel a bit wet?

"Manager? Are you okay? You're crying!"

Crying? Wordlessly, you raised a finger to your eye, and found a tear there. Wow, you were actually crying. You.... actually, looking back, did you cry? You felt sorrow yes, but you never truly cried. At least you think didn't so, your memories weren't all that clear.

Still, you decided to give Rabbit a hug as thanks for that complaint, which the Abnormality nuzzled back.

Work: Successful!

Energy has been sent and now some functions of the Central Command Department is now online. The Light grows brighter as function is restored, pushing back the darkness and giving more of a foothold to reclaim your birthright from it.

After promising to Rabbit that you will visit it when you can, you were out and ready to tell Sam of the result, but you instead heard..... music? It sounded like... carnival music.....

The two of you slowly turn around to see from far and emerging from the dark like troops of cackling monkeys, the Cheers For The Beginning( Crimson Dawn) , have arrived in what could be describe as a living wave made up of giggling and laughing exploding clowns.
"Well, shit, thought we were going to have more time." Sam said, a tinge of nervousness in his voice, already he brought out the E.G.O. of Standard Training Dummy-Rabbit, The Standard Training E.G.O., a hammer-like weapon with the blunt end having the appearance of the Abnormality it was extracted from.

Said Rabbit was also here with its kin, ready to fight as well. "What are your orders Manager?" One of them asked you as your Clerks and few remaining Agents gathered around, ready to face the wave of clowns.

You struggled to think of a plan, the wave getting closer and closer. During this stress, you noticed a figure far away, watching this all like it was a show. While it was far, you did make out so details about it.

It was a tall thing, lanky with many arms. It's proportions were all over the place, some arms were the size of giants, with others being baby-like. On leg was thick as a tree trunk, while the other was slim and thin as a twig. Stitches were also everywhere on this monster, giving it a look similar to a story about a scientist making an undead monster, and that could explain why it looked like it was all over the place.

On its head was a ringmaster's hat with a wide brim that covered it's eyes, not that you think it had any as it's face was just one big rictus grin as it gave a wheezy cackle. And just like all Ordeals, a voice came to announce it.

To build a world of smiles without expectations was all that he cared for but it was always too late.... Always 8 o'Clock at night when everyone was preparing to sleep. A circus with no audience, no matter how stunning the acts, the smiles formed were a sad thing wouldn't you agree? A circus with only a ring master and the illusions of a crimson sunset, a silly yet very sad thing it is.

SMILING PHANTOM​

Judging by how pale some people have gone, this must be one of the Phantoms.

This... might be bad, your going to need a good plan to handle the Wave and the Phantom, preferably avoiding the latter when you can.

[ ] Write in Plan

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Observations:​

Ordeal: Crimson
Dawn: Cheers for the Beginning
Description: Small demonic clowns that can explode dealing damage to both Employees and Containment Units. One is easy to handle by one clerk, but right now there is a literal wave of them, so that is dangerous.
Phantom: Smiling
Description: Not much is none besides it looking like a clown, a ringmaster and a demon went into a washing machine and came out even uglier. From both expressions of my workers and few things from Sam, fighting one is ill-advised, so best to avoid it to the best of my ability.

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AN: Well, here we are, our first ordeal for you all to handle. Before anyone says anything, yes you can use Solemn Lament to handle this. But as the Observation stated, do you really wanna fight a Phantom this soon? But either way, your choice shall make this interesting. Have fun~

 

[WilyMachineKing1]

[x] Plan: I Hate Clown Cars
- [x] Retreat into through a corridor so the clown flood follows you, the tight space will funnel them in and limit their movement.
- [x] Once our team exits the corridor with the clowns still inside, do the following:
--[x] Use Solemn Lament to unload into the coming horde.
-- [x] Have the rabbits form up to try and hold back the tide.
--- [x] Your other employees will form up behind the rabbits as the second line of defense.
-- [x] try to create chain reactions of exploding clowns before they get too close.
- [x] If we are not fast enough to outrun the flood, stand your ground and enact the previous plan without the corridor part.

Acting quickly, you ordered everyone to follow you through a corridor, letting the clerks, then agents go through before you went, accompanying you were the Rabbits, ready to follow your commands at once. Once you were sure you have all exited the corridors, and the clown wave is still inside, you initiated the plan.

First, the Rabbits would form into a wall to hold back the tide, which they were doing the best, though they were slowly beginning to be pushed back, despite their best.

Luckily, this was enough to have you equip Solemn Lament, the guns forming in your hands as you felt the coffin rest on your back. It was surprisingly light now that you know it was there. But you focused on in the incoming flood of red coming at you with those annoying laughter. You almost burst into action, but restrained yourself.

You would kill them all, just need to do it at the right timing, if not, everything goes to crap. And lots of blood everywhere. Either way, it was going to be messy either way, and a bitch to clean up as well, a lot of mops and water are going to be needed.

You shook your head from that train of thought as you aimed your guns at the clowns, aiming as you waited.....

The Laughter was getting closer and louder.

Wait.....

Closer......

Now!

You opened fire, hitting the closet one, hitting and causing it to explode, and triggering a chain reaction of what is undoubtedly...... confetti?

That's not how it goes, you thought in stunned surprise as you watch the, rather small, chain of explosions of confetti and laughter, along with the rest of the flood fading away with echoing laughter.

You, the Employees and the Rabbits, stared at where the horde once were, looking down at the confetti littered corridors to where the Phantom was watching you from afar. Your minds struggling to process what you have you just seen, no words coming out of your mouths. But eventually one of the Employees spoke.

"What the fuck!?"

Well, it is crude, but very accurate statement as you turned and saw the Phantom shaking, before realizing it was laughing. It was laughing at you as it began to fade away, most likely it was either using camouflage to hide and run from you or it can teleport.

Neither being something good for you in the long run, but for now, you were just happy it was gone. That thing was messing around, and those illusions, for what else could be they been, were so lifelike that they were almost the real thing, combine that with it was just playing you, it really told you how much of a danger it was.

You were going to need more fire power when you eventually fight against it.

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"Well that was.... terrifying." Sam said to you as the Employees and Rabbits were working on fixing from what is called the Clown Tsunami by some of the Employees.

"Agreed." You muttered as you were helping out the best you can, be it removing debris or just aiding the others in getting fixed up to the Healing Regenerators which have just come back online.

"So, glad some things are back." Sam smiled at you as you nodded back, "I mean heck, if this works by getting Abnormalities, we be gold!" He said, sharing a chuckle with you as you all chatted to pass the time, until Sam notices something.

"Hey, has that door been there before?" He asked, pointing to a door with a symbol of a crown on it. You too were confused by this, not once remembering any doors or rooms. Curiosity taking over, you headed over, Sam following you with a baton and gun, ready to attack anything there. But so far, it was just a room, white in color with black lines forming patterns, leading into a circle and there, on center, was a Throne.

You were briefly reminded of last floor during which you faced off Able, Abram, Adam and Ayin himself. But, it was different much more so. Especially when you saw a note on a wall. Getting to it, you read it.

Offer a Catalyst, and you will have aid in the coming events.​

As much as you want think this was an elaborate ruse or something, you knew otherwise when things like this appear, it's best to do what it says, and had your Employees and Rabbits try to find things to be used. In the end, you managed to get four things. After much thought over them, you choose it and set it on the circle, watching it glow and saw a figure materialize on the throne.

What catalyst did you use?
[ ] You made an offering of enkephalin...... despite the being sitting on the throne taking the guise of an androgynous human you can tell that on a fundamental level it wasn't human at all. They made smiled at you like you were something exciting.
[ ] You offered the typical employment form that your agents sign, rewrote part of it to account for what the servant is being called into, why, and what their likely duties will be......... and an old Silver haired fellow came into existence on the throne reading it over with a curious look, before giving you a smile of white and red teeth.
[ ] You made an offering of solemn laments essence, you can not give it away but you can share it........ the inhuman being reminds you of a mix of Funeral of the Dead Butterflies and Fairy based Abnormalities. Death clings to this being as it sits there on the throne with unreadable mannerisms like an insect.
[ ] You offered the fears and wishes of the facility, written as notes, recordings, photos of graffiti, all of them getting a simple message across....... 'I don't want to die here', you even found one of yours from a failed loop...... it was an unpleasant one you wish you didn't remember. The woman on the throne exuded a soothing prescence and the weight you had on your shoulders...... the weight you forgot was there, lifted. She was from the desert and offered stories to comfort you all for many nights.

You only stared at the event as you feel yourself weakened, and falling into a sleep......

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Select 3 Events (Interludes) that you wish to see​

[ ] The Liar and the Emerald Pity
[ ] Everybody Wants To Be A Cat
[ ] You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile
[ ] A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day
[ ] The District That Wasn't There Yesterday
[ ] Dreams of A Librarian
[ ] Chaldea and Abnormalities
[ ] Kaleidoscope Meets Tear
[ ] Murasaki and the Library
[ ] A Voice and A Cephalopod

AN: Welp here it is, the update and the first choice of interludes. Don't worry, the other interludes will still be around to see. Also managed to post a QQ Version of this called A Petal Adrift on Water. Here is the link to the latest update, and also, have fun with this everybody. Ask any questions to me or @Kalibrius if you have any and let the good times roll.

 

[WilyMachineKing1]

(Scheherazade POV)

Scheherazade was not sure how to handle this situation. She was expecting either a Master that was easy to manipulate to make sure she does not go onto the front line, someone like King Shahryar who would kill her for being useful or someone worse.

Not what was most likely considered the most tragic being she had ever seen the moment she laid her eyes on him/her/they. She will ask about it later, as for now, as she went to pick him up, the weight being rather light, and asked for where to take him. She was grateful that the one with the rather strange and horrifying flesh mask, Sam, told here where the Manager rested. After saying her thanks, and being directed by the rather cute rabbits, she arrived.

It was.... rather utilitarian. The only thing that decorated was the cactus on the desk. She looked around, trying to see if there was anything she could find for rest, before finding a door with the words, Manager Quarters. That must be it, she thought, as she opened the door and saw a passage of the most dull and empty kind. And when she arrived, it was just an empty room with only a big and plain bed.

Scheherazade was reminded of her own room, and knew for the instant that her Master was the same as her. Almost seeing herself in this place. Despite her skills telling her that her Master, or 'Manager', was the King/Manager of this Facility, it was a King that was truly alone. One who could never be with his court or subjects truly, bereft of all affection.

A puppet for someone else to control everything.

It was... sad.

"Master." She spoke to the barely awake X, who only groaned as she looked up, "Would you like to hear some stories?" She asked him, and after some moments, he said "Yes."

Smiling, she began to get ready when a book appeared in her arms, surprising her. This was not something she could do before. Was this because of her Master's strange ability? Shrugging to ask him later, she began to read the first tale that she come upon.

"Once upon a time, there was an order of heroes called Chaldeas, dedicated to protect humanity....."

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You groaned as you slowly wake up, looking around tiredly as you tried to see where you are, your fuzzy mind slowly getting clearer as you see where you are.....

[ ] A room where you were laying on a bed, where the door opened to revel a police officer with some food and drinks
[ ] To a room where you see a group of teenagers gathering around a circle and chatting with each other, with one noticing you with an excited smile. (Story Arc: Misfit Brigade of the Clock Tower)
[ ] To what you assume to be a dungeon where you see a man looking at you like a experiment or an animal
[ ] The same place you were before appearing in the Facility.

AN: Welp, here is the Update, it's shorts, but I think this can work well. As for side stories, they shall be told through the stories of Scheherazade, so I hope you enjoy this and the upcoming Interludes. With that, have fun~!

 

[Mercy]

The Weather

Crown of roots

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(decided to have some fun and design a crown for our ruler... I mean the manager! Let's not be deceived. Why is Typhon wearing a lab coat? Well, the answer is simple. Just like every ruler has a crown, they have theirs robes. And the lab coat is officially listed as manager's clothing in the company code. So... Basically, it's a robe for our lovely manager that he can't run away from (And a comfort item. sometimes, even the strangest things can be comforting. And why they look older... The corporation doesn't spare anyone. It's just dangerous to be a kid around here. So early adolescence. And the impact of the funeral.) We finally know the Crown of Ayin. And his symbol (I know this is a universal joke in the fandom, but the logo - a symbol of Ayin. Anyway, it stuck to me in that context, so it's true for me)) A crown made and a myriad of intertwined threads of steel. Even if you look closely, you won't notice the difference. only by touching these countless roots that hug the head of the wearer, one can understand that this is a fake. It's almost amazing how this fake, made from all that's left, looks so real. there are countless places in the crown where gemstones are usually set. alas, they are all empty. Nobody knows if they were there before or not. But even so, it all leaves a very depressing impression. There are only two gems in this crown, a huge ruby and a tiny amber. Despite the fact that in the center of the composition there is always a ruby, shining like the sun, this stone is practically not retained. Without this stone, the crown would have remained colorless, but it would have held on. which cannot be said about amber. quite strange, if you look from the side. Something that is kept so out of the way can be so important. In fact, it is amber that holds the entire crown in its entirety. Perhaps one day you will find other stones that can replace the lost ones ... And even if the ruby disappears, the crown will not lose its brilliance. And when the amber is gone, all these other stones will help hold your crown together. Really. What a beautiful design... (also we have found feathers from the plague doctor from when he started shedding. They are soft and warm. Like they were lying in the sunlight. And they smell a little Ozone. Do you think using them as decorations can serve as the beginning of moral compensation from this jerk)

 

[Arkio]

First steps 3​

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The facility was an atrocity.

Everyone from the most irrelevant clerk to Ayin himself and even those who had found a reason to cling to its endless limbo knew that as a fact. It was a place which treated its inhabitants with the same kind of courtesy a butcher reserved for the animal he was about to slaughter. Less than that, actually, when you consider that the butcher may seek to make the killing as painless as possible.

It was quite similar to the City it was made to oppose if looked at from such a perspective.

But, unlike the City, all the endless death and suffering had a purpose - to allow the Seed of Light to fully germinate and blossom, spreading all the bitter lessons learned and hard-earned wisdom to humanity as a whole.

Well, if you asked the Sephirot, at least.

The humble employees trapped within did not know of it. It would have done them little good, to be honest, busy as they were struggling to hold onto their lives and sanity. Without a connection to Carmen or Ayin, having their toil be in the service of such a grand cause may very well have been worse than the false belief that it was for the sake of something as banal as money.

Pulling the wool over their eyes like that did not sit well with you. They had the right to know what they were dying for; there would be no peace for them otherwise, no hope of another tomorrow.

But such was the mentality the City engraved upon the very souls of its people. Nearly anything could be endured as long as it was carried out in monochrome monotony.

… Not that informing them would have mattered, unfortunately. The next activation of the Timetrack protocol could very well have brought everyone to a point before they learned anything, if not erasing them outright.

Or the Seed of Light might have come under threat as a result, the automated contingency measures returning everything to the beginning.

Or.

Or, or, or.

You could spend the rest of the day listing the many excuses and justifications. Their validity and truthfulness did not concern you at the moment, however. No, it was that, regardless of the noble intentions, the suffering had taken place alongside deaths beyond counting.

This one time, it did not matter if the Seed of Light had succeeded or failed, for even if it did, the monumental injustice incurred upon those who had unknowingly been sacrificed in its name did not disappear.

On whose head, then, did the blame and guilt lie?

Ayin was, of course, the name that rang through your mind.

He was the one who designed the facility, drew the script and gathered the Sephirot to carry it out.

And then, according to that very same script, he wiped himself of all memories, in the process becoming as much of an unknowing participant as anyone else, except for, perhaps, Binah, Hokma and Angela.

For all that it was his mind which had charted the course, you could not confidently say that it was his hand which carried out the motions. The very fact that you, as well as Abel, Abraham and Adam, could exist as separate individuals from him turned the entire argument into a mess with no clear solution in sight.

But then, how should the guilt be partitioned? Should each of you only pay for the atrocities of your personal tenure?

Or -

Or did all of it fall upon you, as the one who had at long last stepped past the gate?

Just the thought of it made something inside of you curl up in abject despair, the urge to scream and shout your protest rising from your throat and into your mouth like bile.

If nothing else, Ayin's share of the guilt as the architect of the misery was not in question.

You would surely feel the urge to laugh in a rather self-pitying manner if you were not already doing your best to hold back your tears, surrounded by the blood and gore and violence the perception filter had spared you from in the past.

Had the Funeral of the Dead Butterflies somehow felt the conflict within you, and resonated, hoping to extend to you the means through which it sought to free the employees? Well, regardless, you were sincerely grateful for the aid that the abnormality had so graciously given you.

You swayed on the spot, weakness seeping further into your body as your exhaustion remained unaddressed, the weight of the gun in your hands pulling you down. You could not afford to pay it any mind, however, as you stood vigil over these children which you had chosen to guard. Not until other help arrived, at the very least.

 

[WilyMachineKing1]

Once upon a time, there is an order of heroes dedicated to protecting Humanity, known as Chaldea. They were consisting of normal humans and mages, and spirits of heroes from everything time and space.

They have fought again every kind of creatures and monster, from demons to gods themselves but now, they are facing what could be a new form of a threat to Humanity.

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Rome, home to the Roman Empire and much of humanity's greatest minds have gathered there, such as Leonardo Da Vinci. Was now something out of a surreal nightmare. It was like something out of a demented Magical Girl show or a child drawing. Pinkish-red flesh like materials were covering and were spreading everywhere like moss, heart-like holes were popping up, along with eyes that were gazing around constantly. All the while the sky had now taken a ever-shifting kaleidoscopic look.

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Yet despite this, there were humans surviving in this hellish nightmare, though humans may long since be the wrong word to use as they shuffled through the streets, their bodies wrapped up in some sort of red flesh-like materials that were like those used to to wrap gifts in, though there were holes through them that allowed one to see the numerous eyeballs peeking out from inside, making one realizing they may not be as human as they seem.

Explosions rocked through the city as figures were seen combating monsters. These figures were Heroic Spirits, entities who have left their mark on histories. Both past, future and much more. Right now, they were having trouble with this strange reality.

Most of them are related to the history of Rome, with one of them being Nero, Saber-Class Roman Emperor Servant as she was slashing through the horde of monsters, which looked like spiders with too many eyes, mouths, legs and generally looking like a child's drawing of a spider to them. All in all, disturbing.

"Seiya!" She shouted, coping the battle cry from some of her fellow Servants from Japan, racing through the center of the city where the cause was as Da Vinci had managed to pinpoint it there. Of course, they weren't the only ones here, much to the surpirse of Chaldea.

Numerous spirits and fae were aiding them, fighting off against the horde of not-humans and the spiders. Along with three new Heroic Spirits of unknown classes aiding them against the monsters. The first being a werewolf-like Heroic Spirit dressed in the armor of a king and was leading a pack of wolves with him. This was Lycaon, King of Arcadia and the Father of Wolves.

The next was a mechanical giant rampaging across the city, the Mechanical Giant of Crete, Talos is here. On his shoulder, was a blonde girl witha smiling, laughing like a bully as she blasted the spiders that managed to get onto Talos with magic. Eris is here.

Ritsuka Fujimaru was very confused by all of this, in her entire time working in Chaldea, this was something new. "So, anybody have any idea who these new guys are exactly and their classes? And the reason their helping along with the fucking fae!?" She shouted, releasing her entire frustrations known to her.

Airy laughter was her answer as Eris appeared, "Well, if you must know you gremlin, the world said to hell with it and hit the panic button, because this brat isn't just a threat to you humans but also to the entire damned world due to the terraforming effect she has." Eris said gesturing to everywhere to prove her point. "It's even hitting the reverse side and the planet manifested us to beat her like a kettle drum then it figured you needed bigger and new guns to do so. So make sure to analyze us later to get our classes kid, you're going to need them. And FYI they're God, Giant, and Vampire, keep it memorized." She said, tapping the Last Master of Chaldea's head, making her annoyed by this, and her laughing at this, leaping away to where everyone was gathering.

All of them gathering around the center of Rome where they saw the Beast that was causing this strange reality. The beast was a young girl dressed in a gothic lolita fashion that was similar to old school magical girls. However, while she was indeed adorable, there was just something off with her as she twitched and shuddered like a defective toy.

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This was Laetita, the Beast of Bonds and she was now making the biggest 'gift' she had ever make in her entire existence. The Wee Witch from another world was very happy about this. Ever since that nice voice told her about doing a job, she was able to make tons of new friends and right now, she was going to make the bestest and greatest gift so that everyone can be her friend! And it must be so good, a lot of new friends where coming together!

She's so happy! She can't wait to share this with everyone as they looked at her and her gift and all at once, pounced on it, Laetita just smiled, ready and eager to share her gifts with them all to be her new friends.

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Of course, the ending of the battle is a tale for another time my King.

AN: Welp, here it is, the first interlude of this Quest, and showcasing the effects of Abnormalities can have. This basically makes them similar in concept to Marble Phantasm.

Alright so voting will be over today or tomorrow, so can I ask you, like Kal did, to finalize the votes to make the tally more smoother and cleaner? If you can of course. Till then, enjoy this.

 

[AUnderSave]

Omake: Fate/ Tree of Light​

Introducing: Colors as Servants!
This mostly isn't that great due to me making this in what? Like an Hour and a Half.

Spoiler: The Red Mist

True Name: Kali The Red Mist
Class: Saber
Alternate Classes: Rider
Alignment: Neutral Good? Chaotic Good?
Source: The City
Region: Backstreets of District 23
Attribute: Star
Armament: Mimicry

Spoiler: Kali

Personality: Bold • Cooperative • Decisive
Likes: Clothes fit for exercise
Dislikes: Bitter Food
Talents: Perseverance
Natural Enemy: Garion

Parameters
Strength: A+
Endurance: A-
Agility: A
Mana: E
Luck: D
NP: A+

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (D)
Rider (D)

Personal Skills:
Aptitude for Slaughter (Authority) (A)
Battle Continuation (A+)
Legendary Fixer of Red (EX)
Noble Phantasms:
EGO (A+)
Mimicry [Prototype] (B+)

Spoiler: The Blue Reverberation

True Name: Argalia The Blue Reverberation
Class: Lancer
Alternate Classes: Rider, Caster
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? Neutral Evil?
Source: The City
Region: Outskirts
Attribute: Man/Earth
Armament: A Large Blue, Silver, and Gold Scythe

Spoiler: Argalia

Personality: Creative • Conniving • Faulted
Likes: Nothing in particular
Dislikes: Silence • Confined Spaces
Talents: Command of Language • Perfect Pitch • Cursive Handwriting
Natural Enemy: Roland

Parameters
Strength: B
Endurance: C-
Agility: A+
Mana: E
Luck: C
NP: B

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (D)

Personal Skills:
Charisma (A+)
Mental Pollution (C)
Alluring Euphony (B-)

Noble Phantasms:
Distortion (A)
Grand Finale (B)

Spoiler: The Purple Tear

True Name: Iori The Purple Tear
Class: Rider
Alternate Classes: Saber, Ruler
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? True Neutral?
Source: The City
Region: ???
Attribute: Man/Earth
Armament: Three Blades: One for Slashing, One for Piercing, One for Striking

Spoiler: Iori

Personality: Seasoned • Private • Mysterious
Likes: Carambola
Dislikes: Strong Sweetness
Talents: Keen Insight
Natural Enemy: ???

Parameters
Strength: B+
Endurance: B+
Agility: A-
Mana: E
Luck: B-
NP: A

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (B)
Rider (D)

Personal Skills:
Disengage (B)
Hero Creation (A)
Clairvoyance (A+)

Noble Phantasms:
Dimension Walker (EX)
Manipulator of Odds (B)

Spoiler: The Black Silence

True Name: Angelica / Roland The Black Silence
Class: Rider
Alternate Classes: Saber, Lancer, Archer, Assassin, Berserker, Avenger, Pretender
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? True Neutral?
Source: The City
Region: Outskirts
Attribute: Man / Earth
Armament: 13 Assorted Weapons / Durandal

Spoiler: Angelica & Roland

Personality: Casual • Easygoing / Showing Self-control • Calmed • Assured
Likes: Pajeon • Gukbap • HamHamPangPang's Toasted Sandwiches
Dislikes: Mildly-seasoned Food
Talents: Quick Judgement • Wielding a wide range of weapons • Amiable Attitude
Natural Enemy: Blood Red Night / Argalia

Parameters
Strength: B+/C
Endurance: B/A+
Agility: B+/B
Mana: E/E
Luck: D/A
NP: A

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (D)
Rider (C)
Independent Action (B)

Personal Skills:
Angelica: Double Summon (B)
Angelica/Roland: Battle Continuation (A+)
Angelica/Roland: Pioneer of the Stars (B-/EX)
Roland: Man-Slayer (A-)
Roland: Hero's Assistant (B+)

Noble Phantasms:
Perception-Blocking Mask (B)
The Black Silence's Gloves (A+)
Durandal (B)

Spoiler: The Black Silence 2

True Name: Roland
Class: Berserker (Pretender)
Alternate Classes: ???
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? True Neutral?
Source: The City
Region: ???
Attribute: Man/Earth
Armament: Durandal & 13 Assorted Weapons

Spoiler: Roland

Personality: Dishonest • Cold • ???
Likes: Pajeon • Gukbap • HamHamPangPang's Toasted Sandwiches
Dislikes: Mildly-seasoned Food
Talents: Quick Judgement • Wielding a wide range of weapons
Natural Enemy: Argalia • Angela


Parameters
Strength: C
Endurance: A+
Agility: B
Mana: E
Luck: A
NP: A

Class Skills:
Independent Action (A+)
Camouflage (B)
Madness Enhancement (A+ (E-))

Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation (A+)
Man-Slayer (A-)

Noble Phantasms:
Perception-Blocking Mask (A-)
Durandal (B+)
Gone Angels (Black Silence Realization Reality Marble) (A+)

Spoiler: The Black Silence 3

True Name: Roland
Class: Saber
Alternate Classes: Lancer, Archer, Rider, Assassin, Berserker, Avenger, Pretender
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral? True Neutral?
Source: The City
Region: The Library
Attribute: Star
Armament: Durandal & 13 Assorted Weapons

Spoiler: Roland

Personality: Showing Self-control • Calmed • Assured
Likes: Pajeon • Gukbap • HamHamPangPang's Toasted Sandwiches
Dislikes: Mildly-seasoned Food
Talents: Conversation • Amiable Attitude
Natural Enemy: Argalia • The Head

Parameters
Strength: C
Endurance: A+
Agility: B
Mana: E
Luck: A
NP: A

Class Skills:
Magic Resistance (B-)
Rider (D+)

Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation (A+)
Pioneer of the Stars (EX)
Hero's Assistant (B+)


Noble Phantasms:
The Black Silence's Gloves (A+)
Durandal (B)
String Theocracy (The Library Reality Marble) (A-)

OC Color as a Treat:

Spoiler: The Violet Glare

True Name: Xavier The Violet Glare
Class: Assassin
Alternate Classes: Rider, Berserker, Ruler, Avenger
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Source: The City
Region: District 11 Nest/Backstreets
Attribute: Man/Earth
Armament: A Single Handed Glowing Violet Axe

Spoiler: Xavier

Personality: Calm • Tired • Protective
Likes: Sweets • His Subordinates • Non Combatants
Dislikes: Distortions • Syndicates Targeting Non Combatants
Talents: Intimidation • Information Gathering • Tracking
Natural Enemy: Distortions

Parameters
Strength: A
Endurance: A
Agility: C
Mana: E
Luck: C
NP: A-

Class Skills:
Presence Concealment (C-)

Personal Skills:
Mind's Eye (True) (A+)
Mystic Eyes (B-)
Independent Action (B+)

Noble Phantasms:
The Violet Glare (A+)
Xavier's Eyes have always been strange. His glare could cause several adults to be intimidated by him even when he was a kid but as he got older he got more and more enhancements on his eyes making them from just being able to scare off a couple of Rats to being dangerous weapons elevating him to the status of a Color Fixer. His Eyes have 3 Main functions:
1. Enhanced Eyes: He has Enhanced Vision, Thermal Vision, Night Vision, X-Ray Vision, Enhanced Reaction Time, Thought Processing,
2. His Glare: His Glare is so threatening that he has to keep mostly opaque violet sunglasses over his eyes all the time due to most people passing out or freezing on the spot from him just looking at them (He can see using X-Ray Vision) He only takes them off to intentionally in combat. His Glare works on Other Colors and Distortions.
3. Laser Eyes: His eyes can fire lasers due to upgrades they had gotten similar to Nemo of Cane Office however since his head is still mostly organic even with the upgrades using said ability causes the flesh around his eyes to burn.

A/N: Dunno what to put as the Personal Skills for them besides... Well, Roland having Battle continuation.
Also, I yoinked all of the images from Danbooru besides my OC since that was drawn by a friend.

 

[Mercy]

The Weather

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Hooray!! And here I am with the drawings of all those who were identified in any of the departments of the library (sorry for not having a lobotomy, but ... I already spent the whole day on this)

So, meet, patron librarians! But stop, Mercy, the patrons don't look like that at all!, you will say, and you will be right. But you see, the thing is, a funny idea came to my mind.

What if we take a branch from our original library (fortunately, the library itself has a tree-like appearance(take a copy to be more correct that if future will change to became something another to belong to theyr new host )), and transfer this "Sapling" to someone else?

Moreover, to another world, where there is no city and all that ... But just a person who was in a state similar to that which led Angela to her dream, which gave rise to the well-known library. And here you can get by with a simple all-consuming feeling of rejection and loneliness. ( The reasons why such seedlings exist are not so important. Billions of them can be invented. At the moment, only the result is important. There are fragmentary visions of the library known to us, and they have spread throughout the worlds.)

To begin with, I suggest that our branch get into the world of Anime (almost any ) where the whole world moves in a cycle of incessant and from that devalued self-sacrifice, a world where the task of maintaining the status quo is shifted onto the shoulders of passionate children ... (The world is much more polite and friendly than the city ... Much closer to ours. But as the invitations showed, politely and honestly does not mean good)

And just the adventures of our gang left over from the transfer, who have not yet turned into books (Perhaps someone else will be able to awaken ... But it's such a hassle and horror ... It's easier to find someone local and put them in roles) .

And so, our unfortunate newly minted librarians patrons are trying to figure out this new and alien world for them, unable to comprehend the information even at a basic level (Absence of a patron of the story floor), other shortcomings can be thought of as an example of the absence of other patrons ...

Almost impossible communication between the lower and upper floors with the exception of the new director, An attempt to prevent their new manager from following the path paved by Angela (For there is still residual influence from the original owner and it will dictate behavioral reactions for its new owner for quite some time until it becomes completely his own EGO)

And the fact that our patron librarians themselves will gradually begin to look more and more like their former sefirot (no one will notice this. There will not be a whisper on the edge of consciousness, nothing. It's just that the library itself is gradually reshaping patrons to fit the parameters of its original employees. In short, slow and imperceptible oh the adoption of traits. We will still remain ourselves, just for everyone a new look at things will be added that everyone will consider their own.)

But also personal conflicts based on what they have experienced, and slow observation of how the world order of universal self-sacrificing sacrifice is gradually breaking down because of the light. .. (And the library can become both a refuge for these frightened dissident souls and their resting place. There are options)

Well ... My idea is how you can still create something interesting