As the Story Goes
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[] You copied the mark on the door and applied it to the identical houses nearby.
You recalled that Morgiana replicated the marks that made Ali Baba's house stood out from the identical houses. You just had to do the same. You held up your cane and burned a pattern of the mark on your door into the air, splitting it with a tap of your cane.
You then sent it flying on to each of the other doors, marking them at the same time with hot orange fire. Footsteps ran towards your location and you moved, charging straight into the house you reinforced with enchantments and shutting the door. You slid down the ground and placed your cane before you.
You muted your presence and placed a charm upon your body that would direct attention away from you.
Hopefully it would be enough to fool them.
Footsteps rumbled outside of the houses and you waited patiently where you hid. If they so much stepped in, your runes will respond and burn them to a crisp. There were whispers followed by frustrated growls.
A sword was drawn and the sound of flesh being cut rang through the air. A body fell and the sound of numerous footsteps moved away. You waited for a whole minute and let out a breath. Standing up, you figured that they would leave by that point.
The story said that they would leave as soon as they weren't able to know which house they were supposed to raid. If you're not mistaken, which it was easy that you could be, they could return the next night with a new marking which was the chipped stone leading to your house.
You decided to pre-emptively mark the other houses so you won't have to deal with their farce. However just as you were thinking that, you heard movement nearby. Looking out the window, you saw the body of the first thief vanish as the sound of footsteps drew close.
Stepping out, you tapped your cane and marked the ground. That way they won't be able to find your own house just before you drew back in.
You watched the outside as the thieves returned and you hid. You waited as they scouted the area and looked for the right house you resided in-
"What are you doing?" A voice whispered behind you.
You turned and a soft hand clasped on your lips as your eyes widened. Assassin held you against the wall beneath the window and kept you from making any noise. She was surprisingly strong for her figure but you chalked that as being a Servant thing.
Holding her wrist, you frowned to give her a reply.
"I'm hiding. I'm playing along with the story so they'll go away," you told her as she gave you a surprised look.
Chiyome blinked before giggling silently and speaking, "I see. Well, I hope you had your fun, Master."
"I suppose I have," you breathed as you scratched your head.
"Were you afraid without me, My Lord?" Assassin asked as she slowly stood up.
" Little bit... But now's different," you said as you held your cane.
"Then, your orders if you will," Assassin said as she walked to the door.
"Kill them silently," you declared and Assassin gently opened the front door. The Thieves all turned her way but she was already gone.
Instead, you stood up and walked to the door frame, letting the thieves see you. The moon shined down on you as you leaned on your cane. You looked their way and tapped it once to catch their attention.
"Why don't you come on for dinner?" You offered as you smiled.
One by one, the men died as a black shadow jumped from one man to the other.
A sword sang as blood danced through the air. Assassin silently killed her foes in what could only be described as a sword dance. Instead of going to the next part of the story, you skipped right to the end. You didn't both with the boiling oil to kill all of the thieves when you had a Servant willing to do this for you.
Assassin cut, sliced and jammed her sword through bodies and darted through several of them only to turn the air into a curtain of red. She dashed forward and slammed into the scimitar of the Leader Thief, her free hand spinning a kunai before she turned and kicked his guard open.
The Leader watched in horror as behind this young woman were he bodies of all of his men.
Assassin cut and sliced his head off.
A blade dance worthy of the Slave Girl Morgiana, interpreted as a Kagura of killing by Assassin. With this the story should end but this was but one of the many challenges you'll face.
"Master, it's done," Assassin said as she cleaned her blade and sheathed it.
She was covered in blood and gore but even those vanished as the thieves broke apart. Assassin was left clean again as you stepped out to approach her.
"Pretty good timing all things considered," you said nodded her way.
"How did you anger them?" Assassin asked you with a frown, "I merely left for a few moments... And you've already found yourself in trouble. It's a miracle you haven't died last night."
"Hehehe, right," you chuckled nervously as you pulled your collar.
Assassin gave you a look before giving her report, "I've found an entrance to the hospital. A route to Caster's inner workshop is guarded by an unsavory beast of great stature and strength."
Getting in will be difficult...
"What of other entrances?" You asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Sealed," Assassin explained as she held her arm, "It seems that to advance, this beast must be brought down."
"What did it look like?" You wondered with a curious look.
"Large, it's hide was charred black and its eye burned with a light not too dissimilar from a furnace," Assassin said as she met your gaze.
You blinked and wondered from which story that thing could be from.
"I see. Then I trust that you can kill it then?" You asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"I will if you order me to," Assassin said as she bowed towards you.
You smiled and tapped her shoulder with your cane, "Good. I'll be counting on you."
"However, my Lord," Assassin said as she grabbed your cane pulled you close to her, "Refrain from endangering yourself further."
A nervous chuckle escaped you, "No promises."
Assassin pouted and turned away. She vanished from your sight before you were left on your own again. You weren't able to loosen the Anchor of this world but it seemed that you underestimated that girl.
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Berserker found himself beneath the city with his Master. The man grunted as he smashed the body of an elderly man into the ground as the latter flipped and called upon the waters of the sewers to aid him.
"Tch, this old fart is pissing me off," Berserker growled as Manaka watched behind him.
"That's the Old Man of the Sea, Sinbad. You better have wine to trick him with and kill him," Manaka said as she giggled.
Berserker split apart the water before driving his sword into the old man's chest, "I'm not Sinbad, you know? If I was, I'd have an easier time!"
"But you are. With each tale, you play a role. In order to overcome the tale, you either play it to completion, defy it entirely or come up with an ending of your own," Manaka explained as Berserker slaughtered the Old Man of the Sea, crushing the narrative construct born of Caster's tales, "But Caster certainly has their job cut out for them."
"What do you mean?" Berserker asked with a narrowed look.
"Heroic Spirits who have defied fate itself in their legends are far more difficult to contain in the 'roles' within her story," Manaka said as she walked ahead, "I pity her, honestly."
Manaka looked at the ceiling and stared at the glass hidden in the ceiling and gave it a serene yet haunting smile.
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...
Caster gasped as she held her chest. Sweat slid down her cheek as she stepped away from the perspective glass. That girl... She was dangerous.
"Master... Please," Caster said as she lowered her head.
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...
You stayed within the house you had found before and relaxed a bit. You opened your eyes as you noticed from the Scrap Bird's perspective that someone was coming.
A young man jumped down from a magic carpet and started walking to the house. You kept silent and held your cane... Not long after a voice echoed from outside.
"I know you're in there. A Master without his Servant is vulnerable and you know where you are. Come out, I have a request to make..." The young man yelled to catch your attention, "You want Grail, right? Isn't that why you're here?"
What's he on about?
"If you do as I ask, I'll pass her on to you," the young man offered as he then said, "In exchange, I need you to kill Berserker's Master."
Pass on? What did he mean by that? But to think he'll be asking you to kill Manaka... He seemed to be prioritising the real threat in this world.
"Do this for me and you can go," the youth said with a firm tone.
[] Keep quiet. You're not falling for that shit. You're not stupid. If he wanted to keep going, he can walk in himself.
[] Summon your Black Box. If you cover him in Curses, you might just make things easier for Assassin.
[] Write in...
You recalled that Morgiana replicated the marks that made Ali Baba's house stood out from the identical houses. You just had to do the same. You held up your cane and burned a pattern of the mark on your door into the air, splitting it with a tap of your cane.
You then sent it flying on to each of the other doors, marking them at the same time with hot orange fire. Footsteps ran towards your location and you moved, charging straight into the house you reinforced with enchantments and shutting the door. You slid down the ground and placed your cane before you.
You muted your presence and placed a charm upon your body that would direct attention away from you.
Hopefully it would be enough to fool them.
Footsteps rumbled outside of the houses and you waited patiently where you hid. If they so much stepped in, your runes will respond and burn them to a crisp. There were whispers followed by frustrated growls.
A sword was drawn and the sound of flesh being cut rang through the air. A body fell and the sound of numerous footsteps moved away. You waited for a whole minute and let out a breath. Standing up, you figured that they would leave by that point.
The story said that they would leave as soon as they weren't able to know which house they were supposed to raid. If you're not mistaken, which it was easy that you could be, they could return the next night with a new marking which was the chipped stone leading to your house.
You decided to pre-emptively mark the other houses so you won't have to deal with their farce. However just as you were thinking that, you heard movement nearby. Looking out the window, you saw the body of the first thief vanish as the sound of footsteps drew close.
Stepping out, you tapped your cane and marked the ground. That way they won't be able to find your own house just before you drew back in.
You watched the outside as the thieves returned and you hid. You waited as they scouted the area and looked for the right house you resided in-
"What are you doing?" A voice whispered behind you.
You turned and a soft hand clasped on your lips as your eyes widened. Assassin held you against the wall beneath the window and kept you from making any noise. She was surprisingly strong for her figure but you chalked that as being a Servant thing.
Holding her wrist, you frowned to give her a reply.
"I'm hiding. I'm playing along with the story so they'll go away," you told her as she gave you a surprised look.
Chiyome blinked before giggling silently and speaking, "I see. Well, I hope you had your fun, Master."
"I suppose I have," you breathed as you scratched your head.
"Were you afraid without me, My Lord?" Assassin asked as she slowly stood up.
" Little bit... But now's different," you said as you held your cane.
"Then, your orders if you will," Assassin said as she walked to the door.
"Kill them silently," you declared and Assassin gently opened the front door. The Thieves all turned her way but she was already gone.
Instead, you stood up and walked to the door frame, letting the thieves see you. The moon shined down on you as you leaned on your cane. You looked their way and tapped it once to catch their attention.
"Why don't you come on for dinner?" You offered as you smiled.
One by one, the men died as a black shadow jumped from one man to the other.
A sword sang as blood danced through the air. Assassin silently killed her foes in what could only be described as a sword dance. Instead of going to the next part of the story, you skipped right to the end. You didn't both with the boiling oil to kill all of the thieves when you had a Servant willing to do this for you.
Assassin cut, sliced and jammed her sword through bodies and darted through several of them only to turn the air into a curtain of red. She dashed forward and slammed into the scimitar of the Leader Thief, her free hand spinning a kunai before she turned and kicked his guard open.
The Leader watched in horror as behind this young woman were he bodies of all of his men.
Assassin cut and sliced his head off.
A blade dance worthy of the Slave Girl Morgiana, interpreted as a Kagura of killing by Assassin. With this the story should end but this was but one of the many challenges you'll face.
"Master, it's done," Assassin said as she cleaned her blade and sheathed it.
She was covered in blood and gore but even those vanished as the thieves broke apart. Assassin was left clean again as you stepped out to approach her.
"Pretty good timing all things considered," you said nodded her way.
"How did you anger them?" Assassin asked you with a frown, "I merely left for a few moments... And you've already found yourself in trouble. It's a miracle you haven't died last night."
"Hehehe, right," you chuckled nervously as you pulled your collar.
Assassin gave you a look before giving her report, "I've found an entrance to the hospital. A route to Caster's inner workshop is guarded by an unsavory beast of great stature and strength."
Getting in will be difficult...
"What of other entrances?" You asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Sealed," Assassin explained as she held her arm, "It seems that to advance, this beast must be brought down."
"What did it look like?" You wondered with a curious look.
"Large, it's hide was charred black and its eye burned with a light not too dissimilar from a furnace," Assassin said as she met your gaze.
You blinked and wondered from which story that thing could be from.
"I see. Then I trust that you can kill it then?" You asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"I will if you order me to," Assassin said as she bowed towards you.
You smiled and tapped her shoulder with your cane, "Good. I'll be counting on you."
"However, my Lord," Assassin said as she grabbed your cane pulled you close to her, "Refrain from endangering yourself further."
A nervous chuckle escaped you, "No promises."
Assassin pouted and turned away. She vanished from your sight before you were left on your own again. You weren't able to loosen the Anchor of this world but it seemed that you underestimated that girl.
.....
....
...
Berserker found himself beneath the city with his Master. The man grunted as he smashed the body of an elderly man into the ground as the latter flipped and called upon the waters of the sewers to aid him.
"Tch, this old fart is pissing me off," Berserker growled as Manaka watched behind him.
"That's the Old Man of the Sea, Sinbad. You better have wine to trick him with and kill him," Manaka said as she giggled.
Berserker split apart the water before driving his sword into the old man's chest, "I'm not Sinbad, you know? If I was, I'd have an easier time!"
"But you are. With each tale, you play a role. In order to overcome the tale, you either play it to completion, defy it entirely or come up with an ending of your own," Manaka explained as Berserker slaughtered the Old Man of the Sea, crushing the narrative construct born of Caster's tales, "But Caster certainly has their job cut out for them."
"What do you mean?" Berserker asked with a narrowed look.
"Heroic Spirits who have defied fate itself in their legends are far more difficult to contain in the 'roles' within her story," Manaka said as she walked ahead, "I pity her, honestly."
Manaka looked at the ceiling and stared at the glass hidden in the ceiling and gave it a serene yet haunting smile.
.....
....
...
Caster gasped as she held her chest. Sweat slid down her cheek as she stepped away from the perspective glass. That girl... She was dangerous.
"Master... Please," Caster said as she lowered her head.
.....
....
...
You stayed within the house you had found before and relaxed a bit. You opened your eyes as you noticed from the Scrap Bird's perspective that someone was coming.
A young man jumped down from a magic carpet and started walking to the house. You kept silent and held your cane... Not long after a voice echoed from outside.
"I know you're in there. A Master without his Servant is vulnerable and you know where you are. Come out, I have a request to make..." The young man yelled to catch your attention, "You want Grail, right? Isn't that why you're here?"
What's he on about?
"If you do as I ask, I'll pass her on to you," the young man offered as he then said, "In exchange, I need you to kill Berserker's Master."
Pass on? What did he mean by that? But to think he'll be asking you to kill Manaka... He seemed to be prioritising the real threat in this world.
"Do this for me and you can go," the youth said with a firm tone.
As the Story Goes
[] "That's a big ask! If I step out there, do you promise you will not harm me? I'm simply making sure!"
[] Keep quiet. You're not falling for that shit. You're not stupid. If he wanted to keep going, he can walk in himself.
[] Summon your Black Box. If you cover him in Curses, you might just make things easier for Assassin.
[] Write in...
