Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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Rancorious said:
Oh, right. Canon remains intact. Guess he'll be trying (and failing) to project NPs instead.
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*Lifts and eyebrow* Shirou already has projected succesfully Arjuna's Bow & Arrow, and while it mutilated his arms he Is pretty much alive.
Already a feat greater than what canonShirou did, specially considering he did it without Rin's mana and UBW, or Archer's arm
 
F.I.M.M.98 said:
*Lifts and eyebrow* Shirou already has projected succesfully Arjuna's Bow & Arrow, and while it mutilated his arms he Is pretty much alive.
Already a feat greater than what canonShirou did, specially considering he did it without Rin's mana and UBW, or Archer's arm
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Yes, but that was "Emiya moment" Shirou, not Shed Arc Shirou.
 
3.4 - Witches
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    [Next to a Golden Sheep]

    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

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    You felt… warm, and delightfully comfortable. A small, niggling part of your brain was poking that that was unusual, tugging and prodding much like a small dog would at a large scrap of meat. But much like the efforts of the dog, it was remarkably pointless, as for the most part, you just wanted to capture this warmth and hold it for eternity. Your thoughts were muddled, slowly coming back to you, you tried to hold onto them, but you just fall deeper against the warmth.

    "Oh my Medea, he seems quite fond of your lap."

    Your eyes snap open, and the haze that normally comes with awakening is quickly erased by the spike of adrenaline that shoots through your body. You were laying back on… something you couldn't quite see, but your head was at the moment resting on Caster's lap, the woman in question staring down at you, one of her hands running slowly through your hair. You process this for a moment, your mental faculties slowly coming together like the guest room television warming up to life. Then you move to sit up on instinct, only to feel a heavy weight on your chest preventing you from moving.

    Snapping your gaze downwards you see… an entire sheep, fluffy and of golden fur resting on your lap crossways. It's head pressing against what appeared to be a deep red couch of a style you couldn't recognize, while its feet hung off the side, swaying back and force lazily with every breath it took while it slept. It, upon further inspection, was the cause of the warmth you were feeling. The heavy but not painful weight of the sheep, mixed with the thick golden wool it was covered in, was far better than any blanket or heater you had ever dealt with in your life. You blink, slowly, processing that, then look past it to see Circe standing just off of the couch, a smile on her face, hands behind her back. With her height she towered over you, looming and only adding more to the confusion of the situation.

    "Where… am I?" you ask slowly, your mouth parched. Your entire body felt… numb and alien, like you had just come off anesthetic.

    "My room within the compound," Caster replies simply.

    "And… the servant we were fighting?" you ask, blinking again, trying to get your senses in order.

    Circe giggles. "Away, I took you away from that fight as to avoid putting you in further danger, do free to compliment this grand witch."

    You stare at her. "Why is… Circe he-"

    It was at that moment that you being held down by sheep no longer became an issue for movement, and nearly as fast as you could process you were flailing in the air, hooves flailing beneath you as you started to fall down towards the couch. You appear to have lost a good five feet of height and had turned pink. But any such observances were rendered impossible as a certainly grand witch snatched you out of the air to hug against her chest. "Oooh! You make just the most adorable piglet, I knew it!"

    You oink in protest.

    At the very least it gave you an actual view of the room. The dimensions of which were… equal to your own space, though while yours was done up in an almost princely fashion, Medea's was far more ancient in design. Long couches covered in pillows filled the space. Surrounded by decorative fountains, glyphs of gods you didn't recognize, tilework of places you didn't recognize, plants hanging from the wall you didn't recognize, and a flabbergasted expression on Caster's face you once again, didn't recognize.

    The woman was staring at you, wide eyed, then they narrow as if she was only just now realizing something. "Shirou, my Master, is this why you were secretive regarding your training?"

    You oink an affirmative, exactly how one does that, you frankly had no idea, but you gave it your best regardless with all the dignity being a third rate magus allowed you.

    "She cursed you not to say her name?"

    You oink again, adding a bit of sarcasm to it.

    Then Caster points a finger at Circe and says something in Greek, exactly what, you once again do not understand. But it causes Circe to respond in the same language. The two witches quickly beginning an argument that, much like any argument between girls you had seen in highschool, you failed to make heads or tails of. Here though at least, you could make a point that you didn't speak the language instead of just being dense. You glance down, your forelegs… forehooves? Were wrapped in bandages, faint bits of burnt, blackened pig flesh poking out beneath them along the edges. Whatever the bandages were made of smelled strongly of herbs, which, to your current pig brain, also smelled absolutely delicious.

    You look up again and around once more, this time past the furniture. The bed was identical to your own, though surrounding it were numerous tables and cauldrons, full sized, actual cauldrons like you'd see in a fairy tale book. And a second sheep, this time white, lounging in the corner, a pig sleeping atop it. The golden sheep from before, you note, had taken the opportunity caused by the chaos to fully integrate itself into the spot where you had been previously laying.

    Then, with the distinctive scent of magic, you find yourself suddenly a man again, and before you can even utter a syllable of surprise you are snatched out of Circe's grip and into Caster's the woman pressing you against her, one hand against your head as she presses you into her shoulder. The other moves around your back, protecting and… in a move you didn't think Caster was quite capable of, hugging you.

    The arguing is continuing, and you clear your throat and raise your voice. "Hate to interrupt," you lie, "But would someone mind explaining to me what is going on?"

    Circe grins. "Why of course, I arrived, saved you and Medea from that servant, and caused enough chaos to drag the two of you out of there with my adorable piglets." Circe takes a step forward, the various little ornaments she wears clinking and tinkling as she moves. "Then I rescued your other two friends."

    "They were fighting that bestial servant we ran into previously," Caster fills in. "Losing badly, Taiga for her part is injured and is recovering after taking a blow meant for Sakura."

    "And so I," Circe continues. "Rescued all four of you, and at my darling little Medea's insistence took you to this place."

    You note that Caster twitches every time Circe says the name 'Medea', but you don't comment on that. Instead you focus on a different subject. "There isn't a room like this in the compound. We're… back at the Fujimura's?"

    "Oh, I simply brought some of Medea's things from home, she didn't mind."

    You blink, thinking about that, and with that… your brain finally wakes up, putting everything that happened and had been happening into its proper place. "I thought… you were a dream."

    Circe grins even wider. "I am dreamy, yes, but also quite real, thank you."

    "And yet you put on that… excessive appearance," Caster replies. "Who are you trying to impress exactly?"

    Circe's ears twitch, and she places a hand against her chest while glaring at Caster. "I am a beautiful witch and I have no idea what you are talking about Medea."

    The hand that was pressed against your head shoots forward, and with a brief flash of light Circe loses… about a foot of height, three cup sizes, and a fair bit of dignity as her clothes now partially hang off of her.

    Circe's eyes narrow, and with a wave of her own hand the dress she wears reforms itself along her body. She was still a striking figure, though she was nearly a full head shorter than you now, and was far more… petite, would be the kind word. Still beautiful regardless, but far, far less voluptuous. Circe raises her own hand, pointing it at Caster.

    But you speak up before she flings her own spell. "How did you… get here?"

    Circe's eyes flit to Caster, to you, back to Caster, then finally settle on you permanently as she lowers the hand. She clears her throat, then smiles a sweet smile. "I simply traveled from my island of course, making sure to arrive when it was most dramatically appro-... When you most required my aid. Now I shall aid you from here on out, as you still require much in the way of training, as your hands would attest."

    You aren't one to look a gift witch in the mouth, but you still have questions regardless. "Why… are you so willing to help exactly?"

    "Because Shirou, she is bored and old." Caster replies dryly.

    The smile on Circe's face cracks slightly, but to her credit she maintains it. "Your hands, Shirou, were damaged by divine magic, and will take some time to heal, even with our magic."

    You raise the hands, they were completely numb, and bandaged to the point that you couldn't actually make out your individual fingers, indeed, you had white blobs for hands at the moment. With grecian phrases covering the bandages in random spots. At least, for the moment, it didn't hurt. Though with how bad the burns were you might not have the capability of feeling pain in your hands.

    "Shirou, you are going to sit and eat now." Caster says, then before you can get a word in edgewise you are dragged back onto the couch, held firmly, then a spoonful of something… frankly you didn't know what, was shoved into your mouth. You glance down to see that Caster had produced a small wooden bowl filled with something that looked vaguely like ramen… but you didn't recognize any of the ingredients. At the same time however, it was amazing on your stomach at the moment, so you let your mind rest and ate… or rather, were fed.

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    It was a good ten minutes later that the bowl was set aside, and Caster took a spot sitting just just next to you on the couch. Circe watching over you both with crossed arms and a flat expression on her face.

    Compared to what you saw in the dream, the two of them didn't seem to particularly enjoy each other's company. But then, you hardly knew much about either of them. Medea's past, at least part of it, had been revealed to you. That of blood and fire, but you had never dug deeper into it. The same went for Circe, now though… it was mostly glares and stares between the two of them. You had expected Caster to have more questions, but given by the clock on the wall revealing that it was ten in the morning, they likely had already had several discussions. That also helpfully revealed that you had missed school, again.

    You suppose you could be forgiven for that if your teacher was also down for the count. "Could you explain… what those dreams were then?" you ask, getting your thoughts together.

    "Your soul wandered over to my isle while you slept, likely due to your connection to Medea. You seemed to need the help, and I wished to help both you and my darling former student. Then you continued to interest me." Circe smiles, a very impish smile, one that looks honestly more natural on her than you would expect. "Very interesting."

    "You didn't." Caster hisses.

    "I did," Circe says, her wings curling around her. "But your master turned me down. Did you?"

    Caster doesn't respond, and you don't dare turn your head to look at her face. But whatever was there caused Circe to grin so hard she shows nearly her entire mouth of teeth. "The boy has remarkable restraint I see."

    "Yes, restraint. As demonstrated by his hands." Caster quips.

    "There are many forms of restraint, and he did that to protect you and others lest you forget." Circe replies.

    … Oh, that's right. You turn your head towards Caster, the woman glaring at Circe. At your look, she turns her head towards you, blue eyes meeting your own. "Are you still hurt?"

    Caster frowns. "I am still healing, neither of our magic could fix your hands immediately, and I am allowing myself to simply regenerate to avoid using more mana."

    You glance down, but her robe was fixed, and covering the spot where the wound would be. "Fix that before you fix my hands. I care more about that."

    "... Be that as it may, master." Caster say slowly. "It doesn't change what happened regardless. I would ask that you show more caution."

    "I wasn't exactly planning on fighting last night, did the servant not chase us?"

    "Briefly," Circe says, "but I was able to avoid her, she stopped chasing shortly after we left the grounds of the church."

    "I have double checked our wards as well, we are not under watch, nor have we had visitors. However, Berserker has yet to return."

    "Return?" you repeat, then jerk upright to a fully sitting position. "She's gone?!"

    "Indeed, it would seem she wandered off yesterday. I have been unable to track her. I would suggest summoning her."

    "... How?"

    "Simply channel your magic through your command seals, then give her the order to appear before you." Caster explains.

    You nod, raising your hand. Hopefully… she was alright. You stare at the markings the-

    … You stare at where the markings should be beneath the bandages, then draw in a breath. Focusing on your magic, the bandages start to glow faintly red. "Berserker, come here please."

    Then, like… she was always there, Berserker is standing just across from you. She was covered in soot and ash, her armor burnt in places. She stared at you blankly, her eyes unfocused and her sword held limply in her hand. The room almost immediately smelled of smoke and burnt wood, and you rose to check on her a moment later.

    The Berserker made no motion at your sudden approach, though her head tracked you as you briefly looked her over. Beyond the ever-present wound on her stomach however, and some faint cuts across the armor. She seemed uninjured. But… "Why are you covered in so much soot?"

    Berserker tilts her head, no expression on her face. "Ar…. thur."

    Then, without a word, she turns around and begins trudging towards the door. You watch her for a moment, then turn your head back towards the couch. "Caster can you… make sure she's alright?"

    Caster's eyes flit between you and the servant. Then she nods her head. "I shall."

    Moving past you, she places her hand on Berserker's shoulder and leads her out of the room, leaving you alone with Circe. You stare at the closed door for a moment, then turn your head towards the 'grand witch'.

    "Are you enjoying the Grail War Shirou?" Circe asks, innocently.

    …

    No. "Are you alright?"

    Circe blinks. "Yes? Should I not be?"

    "That servant last night was… a monster, I thought I was going to die."

    Circe opens her mouth, closes it, then nods in understanding. "I see, no Shirou, I am quite alright. Though I would suggest avoiding such fights until your hands are healed. Though I must say, you have certainly made Medea quite smitten with you."

    Caster? You doubt it. You just hope she saw that you were trying your best as a master. You haven't done anything in particular that would earn 'smitten' however. "Sure…" you say non-committedly. "Will you be staying here?"

    "Oh yes, I've gotten a room just next to yours in fact." Circe replies.

    Well, that will make training easier at least. "Thanks for the help Circe."

    The witch beams, and you turn your head towards the door.

    … You had some people to check up on.

    Maybe then all of this would make sense.

    Maybe.

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    Choose two.

    [] [Check up on Taiga]

    [] [Check up on Sakura]

    [] [Check up on Caster/Berserker]

    [] [Continue speaking to Circe]

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    And so Circe arrives, Medea seems rather wary… also she doesn't like to hear her name spoken aloud. Wonder what that's about. Ya'll enjoy?
     
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    • [X] [Check up on Sakura]

    dunno about the other one
    EDIT: actually, i decided, it'll be

    [X] [Check up on Caster/Berserker]
     
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    Erien said:
    "Oh my Medea, he seems quite fond of your lap."
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    Shirou is going to appreciate this warm heaven while he can.

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    You oink an affirmative, exactly how one does that, you frankly had no idea, but you gave it your best regardless with all the dignity being a third rate magus allowed you.

    "She cursed you not to say her name?"

    You oink again, adding a bit of sarcasm to it.
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    Shirou is a most eloquent piglet.

    Erien said:
    You note that Caster twitches every time Circe says the name 'Medea', but you don't comment on that.
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    Don't worry Medea, Shirou has no idea why your name is a problem.

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    "You didn't." Caster hisses.
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    Oh come on Medea, you have no idea when she would have done it!

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    You glance down, but her robe was fixed, and covering the spot where the wound would be. "Fix that before you fix my hands. I care more about that."
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    Shirou, you've already seduced her enough!

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    … You stare at where the markings should be beneath the bandages, then draw in a breath. Focusing on your magic, the bandages start to glow faintly red. "Berserker, come here please."
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    Huh, just send her a message, or used a command spell?

    [X] [Check up on Taiga]
    [X] [Continue speaking to Circe]
     
    [X] [Check up on Taiga]

    Check on big sis Taiga because duh.

    [X] [Check up on Sakura]

    Check on Sakura because duh and because confused Archer is best Archer.
     
    [X] [Check up on Taiga]
    [X] [Check up on Sakura]

    Trying to come up with a pig pun name for Emiya Shirou, but I'm shoat of ideas.
     
    Erien said:
    "Oh my Medea, he seems quite fond of your lap."
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    Witch thighs best thighs.

    Erien said:
    "Oooh! You make just the most adorable piglet, I knew it!"

    You oink in protest.
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    Now I'm imagining Shirou trying to get through the rest of the War as an overly-expressive pig.


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    one hand against your head as she presses you into her shoulder. The other moves around your back, protecting and… in a move you didn't think Caster was quite capable of, hugging you.
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    Medea: "I have decided I like this idiot and I have no intention of sharing with you."

    Erien said:
    with a brief flash of light Circe loses… about a foot of height, three cup sizes, and a fair bit of dignity as her clothes now partially hang off of her.
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    Hah; Medea doesn't want her old teacher looking all Seductive around Shirou.

    Erien said:
    "Why… are you so willing to help exactly?"

    "Because Shirou, she is bored and old."
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    And horny. Almost definitely probably horny.

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    "Your hands, Shirou, were damaged by divine magic, and will take some time to heal, even with our magic."
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    Bedridden-Shirou arc time. Somebody break out the nurse costumes.

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    Though I must say, you have certainly made Medea quite smitten with you."

    Caster? You doubt it.
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    Circe: "My former student is in love with you."
    Shirou: "...Bullshit."

    [X] [Check up on Taiga]

    [X] [Check up on Sakura]

    Time to ignore the budding love triangle and go check on our surrogate family.
     
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