Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Give Assassin time.
Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)
- Thread starter Erien
- Start date
- Mature Fantasy Modern
Rancorious
Continue? Yes or No.
And thus we continue the rule of Shirou not being legally allowed to use UBW outside of one route and one spinoff, because that would just be too cool for us. At least Emiya's still here for that.
Wait... Unlimited Blade Works but it's just full of sword-shaped spell catalysts. Unlimited Staff Works!
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It requires a very specific set of circumstances for Shirou to gain access to his reality marble during the time constraint of the Grail War. He can certainly make swords and weapons. Just UBW may not be likely itself.
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
- Location
- ALSO SCREAMING.
Which may be a good thing. He is, after all, channeling still fairly undifferentiated and inchoate magecraft from the time of the gods, taught by something with very strong divine blood itself. That would reflect on whatever marble forms and... mojo of that sort is something the universe has a love hate relationship with. The more such things are carved into him the more pronounced the weird would get.
There would be bullshit and the marks left might be a fair bit more permanent and sprawling.
Ilya is the Little Big Sister, as she declared when she sacrificed herself to save him in Heaven's Feel
Rancorious
Continue? Yes or No.
Aka Clusterfuck aka GOOD FOR US
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Indeed... wonder what she is up to actually.
Modus_Tollens
SCREAMING AT THE APOCALYPSE
- Location
- ALSO SCREAMING.
If she's smart she is going to be hovering on the borders and prepared to either assassinate someone or go full renegade interrupt when two sides have just about gotten done fucking each other into the ground. There are ways to improve your position during a war... sometimes... but usually the best you can hope for is for the enemy to worsen their own enough that you can, entering at full strength, curbstomp whomever is left standing.
Rancorious
Continue? Yes or No.
Can't wait for Basaka to charge in and end the route prematurely right after our theme stops playing.
I wonder if someone who specialized in musical magecraft could literally use their own theme music to empower themselves and improve their chances of victory?
How old of a Mystery would that be?
How old of a Mystery would that be?
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
His name is Amadeus Mozart and he's a decent Caster in universe.
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Antonio Salieri: Not if I have anything to say about it!
- Location
- La Serena, Chile
Worry not Erien. Take all the time you need to get better. And you don't need to write right away, either. We can wait
Rancorious
Continue? Yes or No.
No, his name is Emiya!
3.3 - The Clusterfuckest/Tiger Dojo #5
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbMtNx9DxBs
[Hold the Line]
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
Well, I suppose you haven't had… one of these in a while.
—
This was bad.
You have encountered many situations lately that have not developed to your advantage. But this was beyond all of this, this was beyond the monster, this was beyond Rin, this was beyond anything else you had seen so far. This was… awful. The being staring down at you dispassionately said nothing further beyond her introduction. But there was a weight, a painful, crushing weight to her gaze. There was nothing in it, no judgment, no interpretation, no feeling. But it was enough to make every synapse in your brain scream one word over and over.
Run.
Run.
Run.
If you run, you just might get away. If you run, you just might live. If you run, you just might see tomorrow. If you run, this thing may not kill you. Your heart hammered in your chest, your breath quickened, and your senses tightened, making the sounds of the rapidly dimming screams behind you only more intense before they fade away, the heat turning them into little more than piles of ash. Anyone would run, something like this… it wasn't something people were meant to deal with, meant to face.
Anyone would. Human or Magus. There was just too much power, too much crushing weight, too much… too much. You didn't understand how servants worked, not fully, you weren't a good enough Magus for that. You knew how familiars worked, you knew how spirit liners worked. But Heroic Spirits like this? That was far beyond your understanding, and, honestly, you didn't care. All that you cared about was that the Grail War was causing chaos and death, and you were going to see it ended. But even that ideal paled in the shadows cast by this… servant.
Sakura was stepping back, Taiga was as well. Your body screamed at you to do the same, to avoid this fight however possible. To flee, take Sakura and Taiga with you and just get out of there. Sacrifice yourself to save them if possible, but get away.
…
You stepped forward. How could you not? You couldn't ask Sakura and Taiga to fight here, not against this. But you could, you could at least buy them time to get away. The scent of magic only got stronger as you took another step, a far more practical example of the power you were approaching.
Run.
Run.
Run.
You draw in a breath, then stop, well in front of the group. The servant atop the church now fully focused on you. "Why'd you have to kill them?" you ask, forcing yourself to talk. "They weren't a threat to you."
Brihannala cocks her head, pausing for a moment as if trying to process that question. Perhaps she was surprised you were daring to approach her. "I was told to do so." Brihannala answers simply.
"By who, your master? Is that enough of a reason to kill people!?" you shout, taking another step forward. Behind you Caster hisses out your name, you ignore her. The weight was still there, the crushing presence of magical power. But the fear was gone, replaced by anger. Maybe… maybe this was a stupid move on your part, but hurting others is never the right move. You weren't going to let anyone else die here today if you could help it.
Brihannala continues to stare at you, studying you. It's a dispassionate look. She's giving you the same look you might a bird sitting on your lawn. Fascination at the occurrence, but at the same time it was something fleeting and not something to be overly studied or obsessed over. "Master," Caster says, now having caught up to me. "What are you doing?"
You don't look away from Brihannala, the longer you stare at her, the more you have her attention, the more you have her attention, the more time you can buy. "I won't let Sakura or Taiga come to harm. I want to buy time for them to get out of here."
"They are your enemies, Master."
The corner of your lip twitches upwards despite yourself. "We've had that conversation already, Caster. Can you teleport them out of here?"
"I cannot, at least, not at the moment Master. But this servant will easily slay us both as we are."
You draw in a breath, somewhat grateful that Brihannala was giving you the time to talk. Somehow you doubt it was any kindness on her part, she likely felt that it didn't matter. "Then leave with them."
"... Master?"
"I don't want anyone else to get hurt today, take Taiga and Sakura and get out of here, I'll buy what time I can." You say firmly.
Caster says nothing for several seconds, then you hear the rustle of fabric. "No Master, I shall not flee. If you are certain of this course of action."
Are you?
Of course.
You wouldn't call it being a hero, being a hero would mean those men and women wouldn't have died to begin with. But you could stop more from being hurt, or at the very least try… no… not try, it wasn't an impossibility, you would do it. That was your purpose, that was why you were here to begin with. You came to this church to stop this madness, and even if this wasn't the madness you expected… you would stop that too, and anything else.
You turn your head back, looking towards Taiga and Sakura. "You two get out of here, we'll hold her off!"
Taiga opens her mouth to argue, and going by the expression on her part it would be a tongue lashing of legend. But Assassin, with little hesitation picks up Taiga and leaps off the hill. Sakura reaches out a hand for you, panic clear as day on her face, but her Archer shows only slightly more hesitation than Assassin did before they both as well are out of sight. The fact… that they got away that easily surprises you, and you look back towards Brihannala. "Not stopping them?"
Brihannala shakes her head slowly. Then, from behind, you hear a loud, terrible, familiar phlegmatic growl, and Sakura screaming. You jerk your body around, only to be yanked to the side by Caster. Wind whistles in your ears as the two of you rapidly shift from one side of the hill to another, the side of the church now in view as the spot you were standing in turns into a smoking crater roughly the size of a small car.
Damnit.
Then the scent of magic grows in intensity, as beams of purple light erupt past your head, curling through the air towards Brihannala. The woman leaps, the light briefly trying to turn to follow after her before impacting the roof, masonry and tile exploding in puffs of gray smoke. A shriek like a jet engine erupts from all around you, and you and Caster separate at her push, you bouncing along the ground and Caster flying to the side as an arrow collides into a tree behind you both and splits it in half. You watch in mute fascination as the tree hangs there a moment, like the world had not quite caught up to what happened to it, until, with the sound of cracking wood it topples over in a splash of broken branches and flying leaves.
Then there's another shriek, and you find yourself running on instinct. Your palms slapping against the ground momentarily before you gain your feet under you. The arrow misses you by an inch, your clothes slapping against your body and wind tearing painfully across your cheeks before it crashes into the forest. Brihannala was standing in front of the church now, a flat, almost bored expression on her face as she raised the bow towards you once more, a black arrow placed against it.
Then there was a shout from Caster, and you found yourself surrounded by company. Skeletons clawed themselves up from the earth, tall, gray things that only vaguely resembled a human. The ribs were curved oddly, pointed sharply and downwards, in their hands were 'weapons', cleavers, rusted swords and bows, and their heads were little more than a pair of razor sharp teeth fused to the collarbone. There was no brain, no eyes, and yet as one they all faced towards Brihannala and charged.
They shambled, but they were far faster than they had any right to be as they closed onto the church. Brihannala studied them for a moment, perhaps even less. Before the position she was standing in disappears in a burst of smoke as several dozen beams of light lance into it. She reemerges a second later, bow drawn, and aimed past you. You jerked your head back to look, only to see Caster floating above the battlefield, her cloak billowing out behind her, staff raised as she glared across the battlefield towards Brihannala.
Then the staff swung, and the sky lit circles of arcane symbols forming in the air before magic erupted out of them. Beams of brilliant purple, with a force putting any modern magecraft to shame launch like with all the rapidity of gunfire towards the leaping Brihannala. Then, she screams a word in a language you now recognize, even if you couldn't translate it. "Ατλας!"
Brihannala twitches, just for a moment, but that moment is enough. One beam, two beams, then a dozen all collide against her. The front of the church explodes as she hits it, then she's gone from view. Not that it stops Caster in the least, beams continue to pummel the spot. Her arm outstretched, sweat pouring down her face. Your body was… rapidly feeling the pull of magic already. Then it stopped, first the beams, then the pulling of magic, and finally Caster's flight. As the sound of a cannon going off fills the air. The smoke explodes outwards, filling the hill as it is rapidly dispersed. Standing in the middle of it was Brihannala, she was scratched up, and had obviously taken hits that would have killed you and any other human thirty times over. But beyond damage to her clothes, she was fine. Blood welts and tears of the skin were rapidly healing.
The same could not be said for Caster. A strangled gasp yanks your attention back, and you look to the side to see her tumbling to the ground. Blood pouring down her front. You sprinted without thinking, diving to catch her before she hit the ground, her cloak pooling on the ground beneath you both as Caster stared up at the sky. A large, gaping wound was present between her breasts, but there was no arrow. Instead the hole went all the way through, the arrow having gone clear through her without stopping.
Caster was gritting her teeth, not dead, nothing surprised you in that regard after seeing the state Berserker was in. But she wasn't having a great time either. You heard the draw of the bow before you heard the arrow fire. And you leapt, one hand wrapped around Caster, the other pointed towards the ground behind you. "Αερο!" you couldn't hope to shoot that arrow out of the sky, but the blast of air that ricocheted off the ground pushed you away, clearing the space between you and the crater of the arrow's landing with inches to spare. You skidded, stumbling on the ground for a moment, but you didn't allow yourself to tumble, not when you were carrying Caster. You couldn't hope to get away, not now, and the screams of the monster were still clear to your ears from down the hill.
… You could buy time for Caster.
You skidded behind a tree, another nearby exploding before Brihannala's interest was taken up by the skeleton's now getting within melee distance. Placing Caster gingerly against the tree, you look into her eyes. "Try and get back to the house, I'll buy you time."
Caster's gaze, unfocused, snaps to lucidity. Her eyes searching your face. "Shirou?"
You had no idea how well she could move, but even if you bought her seconds of life… that was enough. You emerge from behind the tree to find… all of the skeletons lying in heaps of bone on the ground. Brihannala looking none the worse for wear.
This was all your fault you suppose, the fight… certainly didn't last long. But what did you honestly expect? You were no great magus who could supply Caster with the mana she needed, your magecraft was a joke. You had hoped to buy Sakura and Taiga a few minutes, you had bought them only one, and now you were going to fight tooth and nail to buy Caster maybe a dozen seconds.
… You suppose that was better than nothing.
Brihannala begins to lift her bow, and you draw upon… what little magecraft you do know. Then… there's a twinge, a little… pulling, stabbing pain in your brain. It's nearly instantaneous, but it leaves something behind. A phrase, something that had been hammered into your skull repeatedly. 'Ο κόσμος αλλοίωσις, ο βίος υπόληψις'. Something Circe had taught you, there was a foundation to everything, a building block that built up worlds. It wasn't dissimilar to your own projection magic, flawed as that was.
Judge the concept of creation… hypothesize the basic structure. Brihannala's bow is almost fully raised now. Duplicate the composition material, imitate the skill of its making. A black arrow appears in her hand, and in one smooth motion it is placed against the bowstring. Sympathize with its growth, reproduce its history. Finalize the manufacturing process… the world is in decay, life is simply a perception.
SNAP
A scream tears from your lips, so loud, so sudden that you at first don't even recognize it as your own voice. Your magic energy surges outwards, forming, churning, coalescing and taking shape. Matter comes into existence, folding neatly into your hand, a weight, unlike anything you had ever projected before. Within your left hand was a long, curved bow made of exquisite white wood. Inlaid with streaks of gold. Held taut by a silverine bowstring connected via either tip. A jagged prong made of the same material juts out the front of the bow, connected to it via a beautiful twisting helix.
You stare at it, the fight momentarily forgotten. You knew the name of this weapon, but you didn't know why. You knew its history, its purpose, who wielded it, who created it.
Agni Gandiva…
A black arrow appeared, then drew itself back against the strings. You only realized it was you pulling it back a second later. You looked forward towards Brihannala, her eyes were wide, confusion clear as day on her face. She still hadn't said anything since your 'interrogation', but it was by far the most emotion she had shown this entire time.
Then she loosed her arrow.
You did as well simultaneously.
You don't know if they met, or if they merely interacted by getting close enough to each other. But the space between you both disappears in a massive ball of fire. White hot heat washes over you and sends you flying back, your body tumbling through the air before you collide backfirst with a tree. The pain from that however, is only a brief, slight distraction by the utter agony of your hands. You slide down the bark, the bow dissipating into specks of magic. The smell of cooked flesh hits your nose, and you feel more than see the flesh melting off of your hands and arms. Where your fingers had gripped the arrow your bones had melted around it, where your hand gripped the shaft your skin had lit, and from the wind of the bowstring snapping, your flesh had torn itself asunder and lit like a match.
Smoldering, blackened skin covered your arms, burnt through in places to reveal the bone underneath. Your hands shake as you look at them, the fingers twitch, skin flaking off of them to land on the ground, and you force your head up to see… Brihannala standing just a few feet in front of you, none the worse for wear it would appear. You watch, your body rapidly growing numb from the shock as she notches an arrow, pointed directly at your head.
"Let… caster… go…" You hiss out, every breath like a stab.
Brihannala says nothing, the last thing you see being what looked to be a small… pig? Starting at you both from just behind her.
—
"A suicidal last stand? Did you honestly think that was going to work? What, you, a no name Magus against a demigod? Not even a children's story would have tripe like that."
"Mm… there's nothing like that back in America, but still… maybe a bit too muc-"
"NOT ON MY WATCH!"
...
...
...
"What!?"
"!?"
—
View: https://youtu.be/jnJqGLnc49M
—
The ground shook, and Brihannala jerked her head to the side just as a boar materialized out of nowhere to slam itself against her side. Her eyes briefly widen before she goes tumbling away, the archer catching herself against a street before righting herself atop it.
A horde parks itself in front of you, pigs, boars and birds, and… sitting in the middle of it, sat atop one of them was… was…
"THE GRAND WITCH IS HERE!" Circe bellows, her staff raised into the sky. "Rejoice! For your salvation has come!"
You stare at the scene, Circe, now standing atop a horde of pigs and boars. Her eyes flashing, her mouth locked in a grin. She turns her head towards you and gives you a wink. "How's that for an entrance my cute little piglet?"
That was enough, your brain decided.
It wanted to follow your magic circuits now, into dim… uselessness.
—
What, you thought those visits to Circe were just dreams? Please, have a little faith that the Clusterfuck can always grow in intensity. And yes, I've been waiting to reveal this little twist now for a while. Since the first Circe 'dream' in fact.
Now then.
For gaining a series of small victories that lead to this particular event happening. Perhaps a reward is in order.
… Where's Shirou waking up? This may raise a few flags. Red and otherwise.
[] [Illya's Castle]
[] [Rin's Mansion]
[] [Taiga's Room]
[] [A Witch's Island]
[] [Next to a Golden Sheep]
Ivan the Not-so-Terrible
AH MEW CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE
- Location
- Mikonyan’s USSR
[X] [Rin's Mansion]
Revlid
blob of bugs
- Location
- England
[X] [Next to a Golden Sheep]
Option 1) Medea is healing Shirou with fluffy.
Option 2) Shirou died, and because his pre-amnesia self was a devout Japanese worshipper of the Babylonian pantheon, his souls has made its way to Kur, where he has awoken next to Dumuzid.
Both are good!
Option 1) Medea is healing Shirou with fluffy.
Option 2) Shirou died, and because his pre-amnesia self was a devout Japanese worshipper of the Babylonian pantheon, his souls has made its way to Kur, where he has awoken next to Dumuzid.
Both are good!
Dopplerdee
Accident Prone(Yes the caps are necessary)
- Location
- Happy Place
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] [A Witch's Island]
Jokes aside this is the safest place to wake right now.
Jokes aside this is the safest place to wake right now.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
… yeah, if a Lord of the Rings character is getting summoned as a Servant, then the Throne sending a Grand is not surprising when you think about it.
aledeth
The Flesh is Weak
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Twas fun, and captured the 'O Shit' feeling of a mortal against a superhuman pretty well.
[X] [A Witch's Island]
Waking up in Taiga's house is probably the only "normal" option here, but that's far too boring. There's also been so many different flags raised that I honestly have no clue what's leading to what anymore.
Dopplerdee
Accident Prone(Yes the caps are necessary)
- Location
- Happy Place
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Man his magic training with Circe has really paid off. That should be way beyond him. Hell it was given by Agni, it may not be a divine construct but still.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I mean, the boy has no hands anymore.
Circe is certainly grand something alright.
Thanks! Glad you liked it. And Shirou... is a menace.
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
Tiger dojo?
Tiger dojo!
seconded.
bwahahahaha. Nice to see the Clusterfuck go in Shirou's favor for a change.
10/10 would make ill-advised magic pacts with again.
[X] [Taiga's Room]
Here's hoping the rooms owner is still breathing.
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