Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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Adhoc vote count started by Erien on Jan 23, 2024 at 9:01 PM, finished with 41 posts and 32 votes.
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Erien said:
"Then, could you help me look for her? I'm well aware of the speed of your servant."

"And why would I do that? I am a rival master in this war Shirou."

You tilt your head. "Because we're family?"

Illya blinks, once, then twice. Then she runs up the stairs. "Okay! I'm going to get dressed!"
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Emiyas gonna Emiya. Really does run in the blood.



[x] [Talk to Fujimaru]
 
4.95 - Ruler
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    [The dead cannot lead the living]

    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

    This will be the last servant revelation for quite some time. Fitting I suppose.

    —

    The grail was wrong, one needed not to be a scholar to know that. It fought him every inch of the way, a seeping, cloying, darkness that tried to prevent his arrival. But he was stronger than it, and, in any case. He was needed. This… war was out of order, a city was being placed in chaos, the rules had been broken, and, above all others. There was a force, a darkness, building an army.

    That was an action that would not be entertained.

    His body birthed itself of the air, and, in the space between one moment and the next. He was alive once more. His body felt the chill for a moment, only a moment, before familiar clothes formed around his body. His boots hit the snow a second later, and he drew in a single, but long breath as he once more… lived. Blood filled limbs, senses activated, then sharpened far beyond human capabilities. His hands moved down by instinct and long practice, straightening his coat, then he turned his head towards the city. The Throne had prepared him for it, but there was something about seeing the world once more with his own eyes.

    Too large for his taste, perhaps, yet beautiful regardless.

    Then he turned his head to the west. He could not see it, he could not see them. But he knew it was there. An evil had formed, and it had conquered. And soon… very soon, it would march. He would fight it, as he had against other evils long ago, he would protect this world from the dead. But for now, he had other tasks to accomplish. Reaching up, he gingerly adjusted the hat upon his head, then he began his slow walk towards the city. He did not know how long this task would take to perform, he did not know what it would require, and he did not know when he would be home again.

    But he knew he would be.

    His rule had been one of simple faith that with enough perseverance one could overcome anything. And he would, then he would return to his deserved rest. He had never been summoned before, and he likely would never be again. But if this was the task set before him, he would do so to the utmost of his ability. With that thought, and a small simple smile he increased the speed of his march, he would admit some eagerness to see what had become of this world since he had been last alive.

    … He could do without the knee deep snow however, it brought back uncomfortable memories of Pennsylvania.

    He flexed his hand, feeling the saber strapped to his side. There was something in these woods, something… different, something evil. Not the same evil, but similar. He turned his head, ever so slowly to see it watching him. A hulking form, bulging with muscle and with madness in his eyes. It stared at him, he stared back. Then it moved, and the man whose life had been defined by battles fought again.

    He had never been a ruler, he had been a leader to be certain, a guide, a voice of reason as necessary, and if truly required a tyrant. But the role of a ruler had been thrust upon him, he had served then, and now… he would again.
     
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    • Erien said:

    View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfjconfe1BI

    [The dead cannot lead the living]

    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

    This will be the last servant revelation for quite some time. Fitting I suppose.

    —

    The grail was wrong, one needed not to be a scholar to know that. It fought him every inch of the way, a seeping, cloying, darkness that tried to prevent his arrival. But he was stronger than it, and, in any case. He was needed. This… war was out of order, a city was being placed in chaos, the rules had been broken, and, above all others. There was a force, a darkness, building an army.

    That was an action that would not be entertained.

    His body birthed itself of the air, and, in the space between one moment and the next. He was alive once more. His body felt the chill for a moment, only a moment, before familiar clothes formed around his body. His boots hit the snow a second later, and he drew in a single, but long breath as he once more… lived. Blood filled limbs, senses activated, then sharpened far beyond human capabilities. His hands moved down by instinct and long practice, straightening his coat, then he turned his head towards the city. The Throne had prepared him for it, but there was something about seeing the world once more with his own eyes.

    Too large for his taste, perhaps, yet beautiful regardless.

    Then he turned his head to the west. He could not see it, he could not see them. But he knew it was there. An evil had formed, and it had conquered. And soon… very soon, it would march. He would fight it, as he had against other evils long ago, he would protect this world from the dead. But for now, he had other tasks to accomplish. Reaching up, he gingerly adjusted the hat upon his head, then he began his slow walk towards the city. He did not know how long this task would take to perform, he did not know what it would require, and he did not know when he would be home again.

    But he knew he would be.

    His rule had been one of simple faith that with enough perseverance one could overcome anything. And he would, then he would return to his deserved rest. He had never been summoned before, and he likely would never be again. But if this was the task set before him, he would do so to the utmost of his ability. With that thought, and a small simple smile he increased the speed of his march, he would admit some eagerness to see what had become of this world since he had been last alive.

    … He could do without the knee deep snow however, it brought back uncomfortable memories of Pennsylvania.

    He flexed his hand, feeling the saber strapped to his side. There was something in these woods, something… different, something evil. Not the same evil, but similar. He turned his head, ever so slowly to see it watching him. A hulking form, bulging with muscle and with madness in his eyes. It stared at him, he stared back. Then it moved, and the man whose life had been defined by battles fought again.

    He had never been a ruler, he had been a leader to be certain, a guide, a voice of reason as necessary, and if truly required a tyrant. But the role of a ruler had been thrust upon him, he had served then, and now… he would again.
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    One of the greatest men to ever walk the earth.
     
    my boy Washington could get this grail war done and dusted in time for snack time with his moms fudge.
     
    Erien said:

    View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfjconfe1BI

    [The dead cannot lead the living]

    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

    This will be the last servant revelation for quite some time. Fitting I suppose.

    —

    The grail was wrong, one needed not to be a scholar to know that. It fought him every inch of the way, a seeping, cloying, darkness that tried to prevent his arrival. But he was stronger than it, and, in any case. He was needed. This… war was out of order, a city was being placed in chaos, the rules had been broken, and, above all others. There was a force, a darkness, building an army.

    That was an action that would not be entertained.

    His body birthed itself of the air, and, in the space between one moment and the next. He was alive once more. His body felt the chill for a moment, only a moment, before familiar clothes formed around his body. His boots hit the snow a second later, and he drew in a single, but long breath as he once more… lived. Blood filled limbs, senses activated, then sharpened far beyond human capabilities. His hands moved down by instinct and long practice, straightening his coat, then he turned his head towards the city. The Throne had prepared him for it, but there was something about seeing the world once more with his own eyes.

    Too large for his taste, perhaps, yet beautiful regardless.

    Then he turned his head to the west. He could not see it, he could not see them. But he knew it was there. An evil had formed, and it had conquered. And soon… very soon, it would march. He would fight it, as he had against other evils long ago, he would protect this world from the dead. But for now, he had other tasks to accomplish. Reaching up, he gingerly adjusted the hat upon his head, then he began his slow walk towards the city. He did not know how long this task would take to perform, he did not know what it would require, and he did not know when he would be home again.

    But he knew he would be.

    His rule had been one of simple faith that with enough perseverance one could overcome anything. And he would, then he would return to his deserved rest. He had never been summoned before, and he likely would never be again. But if this was the task set before him, he would do so to the utmost of his ability. With that thought, and a small simple smile he increased the speed of his march, he would admit some eagerness to see what had become of this world since he had been last alive.

    … He could do without the knee deep snow however, it brought back uncomfortable memories of Pennsylvania.

    He flexed his hand, feeling the saber strapped to his side. There was something in these woods, something… different, something evil. Not the same evil, but similar. He turned his head, ever so slowly to see it watching him. A hulking form, bulging with muscle and with madness in his eyes. It stared at him, he stared back. Then it moved, and the man whose life had been defined by battles fought again.

    He had never been a ruler, he had been a leader to be certain, a guide, a voice of reason as necessary, and if truly required a tyrant. But the role of a ruler had been thrust upon him, he had served then, and now… he would again.
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