Fate/Blackened Sugar
- Thread starter AnonymousRabbit
- Start date
- Fantasy Modern
- Location
- singapore
[X] "What's your wish, Mr. Valses?"
Frozen Flame
Fragment of the Devourer
- Location
- The Darkness Beyond Time
[X] "What's your wish, Mr. Valses?"
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
10 minutes
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
[] "It's not too late to back out, sir."
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
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Servant
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[] "What's your wish, Mr. Valses?"
You decided to break the silence once more, judging the man before you.
"What's your wish, Mr. Valses?" You asked with a firm tone.
The man laughed and spoke, "Why to reach the root of course. But this Petty Grail will not be enough to open a path. No. I will need more and I will certainly find strength to win consecutive Wars as a victor!"
You kept silent then.
This man wasn't a threat...
That just made things easier. You idly drew a rune on your seat as you looked out the window.
.....
....
...
You arrived at a manor at the edges of the city. You stepped out and were led through the gate. You noticed the bounded field which isolated the area from the outside. Whatever happened here would be unknown to outsiders, since they would be grappled by the compulsion to leave.
You walked into the front door of the manor where more guards were stationed. It seemed that this man was more than prepared. It would be difficult to get out of this place once they found no more use for you. You held on tight to your cane as you followed Luther to the second floor.
It must be here.
You were led into a waiting room where you sat down and rested your feet. Luther had gone off to fetch his catalyst for you to inspect. While he was gone, you tapped your cane once and dispelled any charms that you would have tripped while traveling through the house.
That's about much all you could do.
You were all alone with just your mystic code.
You felt a little embarrassed coming here on your rags and coats. It was a nice place but you would have preferred a shower or something before coming here.
The door opened and Luther stepped in with a pot on a black tray. You immediately raised an eyebrow as you noticed the negative energy which seemed to see from it.
"Your catalyst?" You asked with a frown.
"Yes. Gu. A cursed poison made from inserting several venomous creatures until one survivor remained. It venom being a potent poison or curse reagent," Luther said as he sat before you.
"And the creature which survive?" You asked as you glanced up at the man.
"A serpent. A peculiar one too. It lives still within the pot exhuding venom and curses. We believe that it would make a perfect catalyst for a flexible Heroic Spirit," Luther said as he smiled at you.
You didn't want to touch it. There was resentment and hatred sealed within this pot.
"Curses... Tend to bite back. Whatever you draw from this particular catalyst may just strike you without warning. Curses are to be respected, not taken for granted. My family thought to replicate Pandora's box in their wish to create an imitation of Pandora by stuffing a curses upon a single box. They failed and the magecraft was considered a dead end but their products remained," you said as you tapped the floor and revealed a black box floating before you, "No doubt you would draw a praiseworthy Heroic Spirit but given you asked for my advice, I'm warning you. Curses may seek sacrifices in order to work. Be they a finger, a function of your body, or even life."
"Duly noted. As expected of one who wields such a magecraft," Luther said as he clapped his hands.
You tapped the floor and Faux Pandora vanished. It dissipated into black particles.
"We would have to take into account the possible ramifications but with a Command Seal, even the most rebellious of Servants could be restrained," the man said with a satisfied look.
"I see. Do you mind if I inspect this catalyst some more?" You requested with a raised eyebrow.
"By all means, the safer the summoning goes, the better. Thank you for your assistance," the man said as he stood up, "We will be fixing the summoning circle now. Will you be staying for the ritual?"
"If you would have me," you nodded as you met his gaze, reaching out for him.
The two of you shook hands, yours firmly shaking his as a small smile left your lips.
"Then good. We will prepare you... A midnight snack then," Luther said as he turned to the door, "Enjoy your stay, sir."
Seems like you were staying here then. You closed your eyes and set your cane before you.
.....
....
...
"Yes. We have him. We will secure him soon enough. Take care not to rouse his suspicion."
.....
....
...
You smiled while in your seat. That just makes this funny.
You raised your cane and tapped it on the ground.
......
....
...
Their meals weren't bad. You felt like a pig for slaughter, being fattened up before being killed. Silverware scraped against white porcelain as you took a bite of the steak.
Juicy.
Setting down your fork, you sighed.
It should be beginning soon enough. He must be so happy to finally get the Servant he wanted. If man would heed warnings, they would be in a much better place now.
Wiping your lips, you thought that it was time to go. Rising up from your seat, you took your cane and pushed onward. You made your out of the dining room and walked to the back of the manor.
You dragged your cane along the ground as you moved. Small lingering magical sparks were left in your wake as you whistled under your beard.
"Let silver and steel be of the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation," you murmured as you walked.
There was a burst of magical energy and cries of panic beyond you.
"Let this curse be our binding tie," you continued as you walked forward, "Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the gates of the four winds shut. Let the three-forked road from the Crown reaching unto the Kingdom turn."
You reached the backdoor and raised your cane. You tapped it on the ground and the chaos outside ceased.
You held your cane up and tapped the door, letting it crumble. You passed through as mages and Luther Valses found themselves on the ground.
You spoke and they spoke with you, the cursed catalyst pulsing before them.
"Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Embrace to the call of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth," you declared as you watched the mages stare at you in shock.
The magic circle shined and it appeared.
With a flash of light, the Servant manifested in full in the form of a lithe young woman. Her black hair flower down her body as she stood at the center of the circle.
A frail young woman clad in dark ribbons and thin lattice. Markings scarred her flesh as she stood with her head held high, her lone eye meeting yours. The two of you stood before one another as the air grew tense.
A powerful murderous aura came from such a small and frail looking frame.
You raised your cane and tapped it once, freeing the Mages from your hold.
"What is the meaning of this?! Derrinsmith!" Luther roared as the mages moved to restrain you.
They weaved spells and chanted curses but you remained still. You kept your eyes on her-
SLASH
SLASH
SLASH
SLASH
SLASH
Faster than the human eye could catch, she moved and struck with her treacherous blade. Her movement so quick that you only registered her pulling her sword out. Such a feat from a mortal being would have been praised genius or god-like but for Servants it was of no consequence.
Genius Swordmasters wielding the Saber class would have done more though. But for the girl, it was enough for these rabble.
Blood sprayed from the wounds she inflicted upon the Mages before she stood before you.
You were bathed in red as the Mages died one by one, the girl unfazed as she sheathed her sword.
She knelt a few feet from you and lowered her head.
"You... Thief... You will pay..." Luther choked as he clutched his bleeding neck before falling.
You tapped your cane once and let it stand in place.
"I am Servant Assassin, answering your summons, My Lord," Assassin introduced herself before looking up, "Tell me... Are you my Master?"
[] "It should be obvious enough. I hope you're up for the job. Now get up, we have a War to win, Assassin."
[] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
You decided to break the silence once more, judging the man before you.
"What's your wish, Mr. Valses?" You asked with a firm tone.
The man laughed and spoke, "Why to reach the root of course. But this Petty Grail will not be enough to open a path. No. I will need more and I will certainly find strength to win consecutive Wars as a victor!"
You kept silent then.
This man wasn't a threat...
That just made things easier. You idly drew a rune on your seat as you looked out the window.
.....
....
...
You arrived at a manor at the edges of the city. You stepped out and were led through the gate. You noticed the bounded field which isolated the area from the outside. Whatever happened here would be unknown to outsiders, since they would be grappled by the compulsion to leave.
You walked into the front door of the manor where more guards were stationed. It seemed that this man was more than prepared. It would be difficult to get out of this place once they found no more use for you. You held on tight to your cane as you followed Luther to the second floor.
It must be here.
You were led into a waiting room where you sat down and rested your feet. Luther had gone off to fetch his catalyst for you to inspect. While he was gone, you tapped your cane once and dispelled any charms that you would have tripped while traveling through the house.
That's about much all you could do.
You were all alone with just your mystic code.
You felt a little embarrassed coming here on your rags and coats. It was a nice place but you would have preferred a shower or something before coming here.
The door opened and Luther stepped in with a pot on a black tray. You immediately raised an eyebrow as you noticed the negative energy which seemed to see from it.
"Your catalyst?" You asked with a frown.
"Yes. Gu. A cursed poison made from inserting several venomous creatures until one survivor remained. It venom being a potent poison or curse reagent," Luther said as he sat before you.
"And the creature which survive?" You asked as you glanced up at the man.
"A serpent. A peculiar one too. It lives still within the pot exhuding venom and curses. We believe that it would make a perfect catalyst for a flexible Heroic Spirit," Luther said as he smiled at you.
You didn't want to touch it. There was resentment and hatred sealed within this pot.
"Curses... Tend to bite back. Whatever you draw from this particular catalyst may just strike you without warning. Curses are to be respected, not taken for granted. My family thought to replicate Pandora's box in their wish to create an imitation of Pandora by stuffing a curses upon a single box. They failed and the magecraft was considered a dead end but their products remained," you said as you tapped the floor and revealed a black box floating before you, "No doubt you would draw a praiseworthy Heroic Spirit but given you asked for my advice, I'm warning you. Curses may seek sacrifices in order to work. Be they a finger, a function of your body, or even life."
"Duly noted. As expected of one who wields such a magecraft," Luther said as he clapped his hands.
You tapped the floor and Faux Pandora vanished. It dissipated into black particles.
"We would have to take into account the possible ramifications but with a Command Seal, even the most rebellious of Servants could be restrained," the man said with a satisfied look.
"I see. Do you mind if I inspect this catalyst some more?" You requested with a raised eyebrow.
"By all means, the safer the summoning goes, the better. Thank you for your assistance," the man said as he stood up, "We will be fixing the summoning circle now. Will you be staying for the ritual?"
"If you would have me," you nodded as you met his gaze, reaching out for him.
The two of you shook hands, yours firmly shaking his as a small smile left your lips.
"Then good. We will prepare you... A midnight snack then," Luther said as he turned to the door, "Enjoy your stay, sir."
Seems like you were staying here then. You closed your eyes and set your cane before you.
.....
....
...
"Yes. We have him. We will secure him soon enough. Take care not to rouse his suspicion."
.....
....
...
You smiled while in your seat. That just makes this funny.
You raised your cane and tapped it on the ground.
......
....
...
Their meals weren't bad. You felt like a pig for slaughter, being fattened up before being killed. Silverware scraped against white porcelain as you took a bite of the steak.
Juicy.
Setting down your fork, you sighed.
It should be beginning soon enough. He must be so happy to finally get the Servant he wanted. If man would heed warnings, they would be in a much better place now.
Wiping your lips, you thought that it was time to go. Rising up from your seat, you took your cane and pushed onward. You made your out of the dining room and walked to the back of the manor.
You dragged your cane along the ground as you moved. Small lingering magical sparks were left in your wake as you whistled under your beard.
"Let silver and steel be of the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation," you murmured as you walked.
There was a burst of magical energy and cries of panic beyond you.
"Let this curse be our binding tie," you continued as you walked forward, "Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall. Let the gates of the four winds shut. Let the three-forked road from the Crown reaching unto the Kingdom turn."
You reached the backdoor and raised your cane. You tapped it on the ground and the chaos outside ceased.
You held your cane up and tapped the door, letting it crumble. You passed through as mages and Luther Valses found themselves on the ground.
You spoke and they spoke with you, the cursed catalyst pulsing before them.
"Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword. Embrace to the call of the Holy Grail. Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth," you declared as you watched the mages stare at you in shock.
The magic circle shined and it appeared.
With a flash of light, the Servant manifested in full in the form of a lithe young woman. Her black hair flower down her body as she stood at the center of the circle.
A frail young woman clad in dark ribbons and thin lattice. Markings scarred her flesh as she stood with her head held high, her lone eye meeting yours. The two of you stood before one another as the air grew tense.
A powerful murderous aura came from such a small and frail looking frame.
You raised your cane and tapped it once, freeing the Mages from your hold.
"What is the meaning of this?! Derrinsmith!" Luther roared as the mages moved to restrain you.
They weaved spells and chanted curses but you remained still. You kept your eyes on her-
SLASH
SLASH
SLASH
SLASH
SLASH
Faster than the human eye could catch, she moved and struck with her treacherous blade. Her movement so quick that you only registered her pulling her sword out. Such a feat from a mortal being would have been praised genius or god-like but for Servants it was of no consequence.
Genius Swordmasters wielding the Saber class would have done more though. But for the girl, it was enough for these rabble.
Blood sprayed from the wounds she inflicted upon the Mages before she stood before you.
You were bathed in red as the Mages died one by one, the girl unfazed as she sheathed her sword.
She knelt a few feet from you and lowered her head.
"You... Thief... You will pay..." Luther choked as he clutched his bleeding neck before falling.
You tapped your cane once and let it stand in place.
"I am Servant Assassin, answering your summons, My Lord," Assassin introduced herself before looking up, "Tell me... Are you my Master?"
Servant
[] "Yes. My name is Hans Derrinsmith. Nice to meet you, Assassin. Let's get along, okay?"
[] "It should be obvious enough. I hope you're up for the job. Now get up, we have a War to win, Assassin."
[] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
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EternalObserver
eYe Gaze baCk
- Location
- The Void
[X] "Yes. My name is Hans Derrinsmith. Nice to meet you, Assassin. Let's get along, okay?"
Awwww, I thought we were gonna get Wu at first. But Chiyome? Underrated and unexpected.
Funnily enough, I'm right on the middle of Shimousa so I can get Raikou's CE. Chiyome's turn now that I beat Tomoe should be up soon, I think.
[X] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
Let's take it easy. No more high society or angry spiky knight srs business.
Funnily enough, I'm right on the middle of Shimousa so I can get Raikou's CE. Chiyome's turn now that I beat Tomoe should be up soon, I think.
[X] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
Let's take it easy. No more high society or angry spiky knight srs business.
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- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
[X] "Yes. My name is Hans Derrinsmith. Nice to meet you, Assassin. Let's get along, okay?"
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
She can change her costume.
Also this is the last of the double updates. You can relax now. Updates will now be out in fixed times.
Next one will be probably 10 hours for now.
Thanks for reading guys. I sleep.
[x] "Yes. My name is Hans Derrinsmith. Nice to meet you, Assassin. Let's get along, okay?"
- Location
- The End of Glory
[X] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
- Location
- madison
[X] "A bit too stiff, aren't you? Chin up, Assassin. Just call me Hans. I'm looking forward to working with you."
Lets got for a bit informal.
Lets got for a bit informal.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Aaaah. He still hasn't given up then.
Well, that's going to be interesting.
[X] "Yes. My name is Hans Derrinsmith. Nice to meet you, Assassin. Let's get along, okay?"
Simple, polite, not overly familiar. This is not Medb.
Ah, the original kunoichi.
Okaaay. That's something.
Well, that's going to be interesting.
[X] "Yes. My name is Hans Derrinsmith. Nice to meet you, Assassin. Let's get along, okay?"
Simple, polite, not overly familiar. This is not Medb.
Ah, the original kunoichi.
Okaaay. That's something.
