[X] Plan People Die When They Are Killed, Let's Make Sure That Doesn't Happen Today
What happened took place in the span of a single instant, with no time for you to react. McRemitz-san has drawn her sword of light, angling it at Nurse Ortensia's throat, but it's been blocked from reaching her by a triple-layered barrier brought up by Mikuni Oriko. The blue Lancer stands off to the side, looking as though he desperately hopes he doesn't have to get involved. "I've been waiting politely and patiently for six years; and now that he's finally within arm's reach you think I'm just going to let you walk away from me with
my servant in tow? Give him back to me, now."
"Tomoe-san, I need you to tie some ribbons around the entire team, as soon as possible."
"Oh, my," From behind the defensive barrier raised by her near-identical cousin - and seriously, you would
not have seen that coming if it hadn't been explicitly pointed out to you - Nurse Ortensia smirks, clearly pleased at the reaction her history with McRemitz-san has provoked;
whatever that history may be. You only know the bare minimum, after all. "That's quite a strong reaction from you." She turns to her servant, saying "Lancer, be a dear and take care of this for me."
"Agreed. Things are looking rather bad right now; we need to do something before one of them gets hurt."
"No way," the other Lancer says, taking a step back as he raises his hands in a defensive gesture. "The last time I got involved with two girls and their feud, I ended up killing my own son. I'm not too keen on repeating that mistake."
"Or worse. The both of them can be made into valuable allies, if we can ever trust them farther than we can throw them; and losing one or more of them would just be a waste.
"And which of us do you see bearing you a child in this scenario?" At the rate at which she's running her mouth, you expect something very bad to befall Nurse Ortensia very soon. "It wouldn't be me, I hope. That would be rather out of character for you, wouldn't it?"
"Alright Akemi-san, we're all set; whenever you're ready."
As soon as Tomoe-san gives you the signal, you turn your shield and stop time, drawing your entire team into the grey world of frozen time in an instant. "First thing's first," you say, directing your team's attention to the massive Grief Seed dropped by the witch, "We need to do something about this. We can't keep it the way we might keep a normal-sized Grief Seed- There's too much risk that the Incubator may try to do something to it that could undermine our efforts; but we can't let McRemitz-san take it with her either. Archer hasn't given me a very friendly impression of the 'Association' that McRemitz-san works for."
"You might want to add Ortensia to that list as well," Archer adds, sauntering over to your side with his arms crossed, pausing only to consider the blue Lancer's face with a marker in his hand, though he decides against drawing anything in the end. "Based on the way she fought, I'm positive that she's a member of the Holy Church working undercover in this city; and if they get wind of what's going on here you can kiss every last soul in the city goodbye- That is, anyone that the witch hasn't already killed."
That's right; you still don't know what the death toll throughout the city is. Hundreds, for certain, but any more than that and you're only able to make guesses. You'll still have to deal with any stray familiars left in the wake of the witch's demise.
"Why is that?" Mikuni Oriko asks; you don't want to make any judgements, but of course the only practicing Christian among your group would take umbrage to Archer's insinuation. "Why would an institution devoted to the word of God want to wipe an entire city out like you suggest?"
"You wouldn't know this, but the Church keeps an elite squad of covert monster-hunters on the company payroll. When word gets out of things like vampire infestations or, in our case, a city seemingly overrun by wraiths, that's when they call in the Executors to wipe everything out. And don't think you'd be spared just because you pray to the same God they do- By the nature of your existence as one who sold their soul for magic powers, you've branded yourself a heretic, making you fair game along with the rest."
Kyouko spits, barely able to contain the smug smirk on her face as she says to Mikuni Oriko "See? What'd I tell ya? Religion ain't all it's cracked up ta be. Better just ta be loyal ta yerself and the people in front of ya, 'cause ain't nobody else gunna do it for ya."
"Still... Caren-san is family; even though we've only just met, I don't want to believe that she'd do something like that."
"That's why we need to keep this Grief Seed out of the hands of anybody we can't trust. That means the Incubator, that means McRemitz-san, and-" you turn to Mikuni Oriko, saying "-that also means Nurse Ortensia, if Archer's guess as to her allegiance is correct." You spare a second glace towards the white-haired member of your team, and say "We're going to have to lie to them about the Seed's ultimate fate, and unless someone has a better idea I'd like to keep it inside my shield's storage until we can think of a better place for it where it can't hatch into another witch." Once was enough for you; you'll be keeping an open eye for the Elsa Marias of future timelines, just in case another tragedy like this one can be averted.
"What about inside Caster's treasury?" Tomoe-san suggests. "A Grief Seed of this size must be worth
something, so I'm sure he wouldn't be averse to holding it for us in safekeeping, and we can always use it as we would a normal Grief Seed." Her golden eyes dart to her shoulder, still accustomed to the Incubator's presence in her life despite recent events. "Though I'm not sure how Kyubey would discard of it. It's certainly too big to fit into his little back-pocket, isn't it?"
You've seen the Incubator eats the corpse of its own body before; a corpse composed of matter more close in appearance to marshmallow candy than to flesh and muscle. "I'm sure the Incubator would find a way to dispose of it, even if it can't fit through the usual hole." That you're loathe to see for yourself how it might accomplish such a feat. "And speaking of Caster, I have need of his abilities."
"What for, Akemi-san?"
You look back at Nurse Ortensia and McRemitz-san, frozen as they were. "We need to come up with a peaceful solution to this whole Lancer business between them. I want Caster to look at what's going on between them, and I'd also like his opinion on what we can do about it. One of them has a better claim to the other Lancer-" your eyes stop on McRemitz-san "-and if we can sort out who that is, and make sure they leave with the other Lancer, we can hopefully prevent any further blood from being spilled this night." Kami-sama knows that more than enough blood has been spilled; you don't need to contribute to any more.
"And if they don't comply?"
"Then we'll tie them up, just like we did to Asako Koito and her friends, until we've made them comply." You give the pair one more look; you have no idea how strong McRemitz-san's sword of light is, and whether or not it can punch through Mikuni Oriko's barriers to reach Nurse Ortensia's throat without her there to keep them standing. "Actually-" you gesture to Tomoe-san, pointing your head in their direction "-why don't we tie them up regardless. I'd like for them to be able to hear Caster's deliberation on the other Lancer, and I don't want them killing each other while he's speaking."
"You think that could happen?"
"I'd rather not take the chance that it could." Tomoe-san nods, sending her ribbons out to tightly bind the pair in their frozen feud, while Mikuni Oriko gestures for Lancer to reinforce their bindings with many runes, just as she had done for Sister Hope.
That's right; when this is all over, you'll have to remember to let her go back to her father; and for the pair to decide whether to keep their memories of what they've done, or to let them walk away having forgotten everything.
"We should seal her ability to give commands to Lancer as well," Mikuni Oriko says, though clearly reluctantly to turn her servant against her own family. "Lancer-" she gestures to Nurse Ortensia's arm, and Lancer complies, sealing her arms with fire-ringed
Berkano runes.
You don't see any Command Seals on either of her hands, so like Mikuni Oriko, they must be hiding on her arm.
"Good work," you say to Tomoe-san and Mikuni Oriko. Next, you turn to your servant with a new set of orders in mind. "While we're talking things out with these two, I want you to take Assassin, Rider, and Berserker. Comb through the city, and mop up any stray familiars that you see. If even one of them gets away we'll be in serious trouble."
"Understood."
You take a deep breath and exhale loudly; there's only one thing left to do now, and that's to make sure that the other Lancer leaves with the most deserving master without further bloodshed.
You're really going to need that beach vacation when this is all over. With no use in delaying any longer, you relent, bringing Nurse Ortensia and McRemitz-san inside the frozen time.
Obviously, the results are mixed. McRemitz-san struggles, trying to break free of her rune-strengthened bindings, while Nurse Ortensia simply smiles and goes along with things as they come. "What the hell is this?" McRemitz-san exclaims. "Get me the hell out of here right now! I've still got to pry her grubby little paws off of
my servant!"
"Neither of you will be doing any such thing," Caster says; his voice draws immediately obedience from McRemitz-san, who shrinks in the presence of the golden servant. "It shall be upon the judgement of I, the King, to decide with whom the fate of Cú Chulainn rests."
"So, you're here too, Gilgamesh?" Nurse Ortensia asks, staring at Tomoe-san's servant. "I don't recall saying you could leave Fuyuki; but since you're here, why don't you free me and take care of-"
"Who gave you permission to speak to me in such a manner?" Caster interrupts Nurse Ortensia in a manner you had not been expecting. Arrogant, yes, but you've never heard Caster be outright
disrespectful before. "I am not the Second Archer servant of Fuyuki; I am the Caster servant of Mitakihara. My master is Tomoe Mami, not you; and if you presume to command I, the King again, I shall cut out your eyes and tongue and you shall live the rest of your life among the swine."
You can
feel the bristling remark that wants to escape Nurse Ortensia's lips, but she wisely holds her tongue lest she lose it forever. "Now, because the two of you could not settle your petty squabbles like proper adults, it falls to I, the King, to decide for you." Caster looks down at Nurse Ortensia, smiling as he says "You, woman of the Church; you are familiar with the judgement of King Solomon, I presume?"
"In other words, you're asking if we'd be okay with cutting Lancer in half if one of us is unwilling to cede our claim to him; is that right?" Caster nods, and Nurse Ortensia adds "Then there shouldn't be any problem. I have Lancer's Command Seals. McRemitz has no claim to him to be ceded."
"And yet, you were not the one to summon Lancer from the Throne of Heroes; you only hold his Command Seals by the inheritance of your father, who took them from the arm of this one-" Caster gestures to McRemitz-san, who vigourously nods her approval of Caster's wisdom. "Your pact with Lancer is maintained by a Command which was not even issued by you, but by your father, who is no longer among the living."
"Even so, Lancer obeys me."
"Any dog will obey the one who holds his leash, if he is well-behaved; but does that mean the dog is truly yours, or that it has no choice but to obey?" A golden portal opens beside Caster's right hand, into which he reaches. Your body tightens; for an instant, it looks like he really is going to cut the other Lancer in half if neither Nurse Ortensia or McRemitz-san will cede their claim. But, rather than a blade, Caster instead takes out a single gold coin, which he then shows to both women, saying "Both of your claims to Cú Chulainn are valid, for their own worth. So, instead of attempting to force one or both of you to cede your claim to him, I shall make the only truly impartial judgement that I can, and allow the whim of Fate to decide."
"That's not fair!" McRemitz-san cries out, struggling against her bindings as if she really believes that there's anything she could do to stop Caster. "I've been waiting my whole life for this, and you want me to be okay with a- A coin toss?"
"Be silent," Caster says, shooting McRemitz-san a glare that says
"I won't tell you again." Without another word, Caster flicks the coin high into the air, catching it to reveal "Fate has spoken. The daughter of the house Fraga shall be the one to command Cú Chulainn from hence forward." His decision made, Caster unceremoniously drops the coin into your hand, adding "Keep that, master of Archer, in case either woman needs to be reminded of Fate's judgement."
"Well, you heard Caster," Tomoe-san says, freeing McRemitz-san and Nurse Ortensia with a hearty tug on her ribbons. "Nurse Ortensia, if you would please."
"Fine." Nurse Ortensia rolls her eyes, but outnumbered far too many to one, she relents, holding out her hand as she says "It's not like I really wanted to keep Lancer; he was a useful toy, nothing more. I'm sure I'll find someone else to take his place." Placing her hand over the flesh hand of McRemitz-san, she whispers a few words under her breath, as the telltale crimson light of an activating Command Seal washes over them both. When she pulls her hand back and says "There. I hope I've made all your childhood dreams come true," McRemitz-san is sporting
three Command Seals on the back of her hand.
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