Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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Adhoc vote count started by Erien on Dec 22, 2022 at 3:58 PM, finished with 47 posts and 36 votes.
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Taiga will starve to death.
 
I'm a bit worried that always picking social over practice/improvement actions during daytime will come back to bite us in the ass eventually.

Edit: It also makes us more reliant on going to Circe for lessons at night, meaning less opportunity to explore the other dreams, which might hold different sources of power, teaching or information.
 
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Edit: It also makes us more reliant on going to Circe for lessons at night, meaning less opportunity to explore the other dreams, which might hold different sources of power, teaching or information.
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Except the QM is encouraging it, so I'm inclined to stick with it:
Erien said:
The more you select Circe, the more is revealed.

Keep visiting that Grand Witch!
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Unless that's trolling. Which is possible.
 
Outlining this soonish, poor Taiga.

She starved to death and her charge abandoned her.

how can you romance her like that
 
1.1 - Hope
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    • [Hope]

    You can entirely blame this on me having played way too much FGO lately, which I am entirely blaming this story for by the way. Game's fun, once you get past the early bits. Anyway, this, like the Sakura one, is extremely not canon.

    But it's a fun thought experiment.

    Also the only time I can actually adapt this specific scene as it's not really possible in the current timeline!

    —

    The scenery flashed around Shirou Emiya as he went tumbling through the air, Lancer's kick had hit him square in the chest and sent him tumbling across the yard. His breath halts, his ribs shaking in his chest as he bounces along the ground, finally coming to a stop against the wall of his shed.

    He couldn't breath, he could barely think. His blurry, shaken vision only enough to vaguely make out the shape of the man that had kicked him across the yard. The man that was walking towards him with a spear in hand.

    It was at this moment, Shirou Emiya knew he was going to die. It was, in the haze of his own mind, the only thing he rightfully understand at that particularly moment. That he had already died once that night, narrowly escaped it through methods he still didn't understand, and now was going to definitely die unless he stood and faced the man in blue.

    He stood as the lance came for him, then collapsed once more, the lance narrowly missing him to dig into the wall behind.

    "If you're a man then keep it together!" the man in blue growled out.

    There's a sound of a creak, and the door to the shed opened, jostled by the impact of the man's lance against the wall. Shirou crawled through it, desperately keeping just out of range of the man. He didn't get far, a few feet inside of his 'workshop' before the spear came after him once more.

    "Not bad kid." The man admitted.

    And Shirou watched as the spear stabbed forward towards his heart.

    Shirou couldn't hear him, his gaze was focused entirely on the weapon closing in to kill him. It was, perhaps, only natural, to focus on what was approaching to end his life. Was this his fate? To die twice in one night with only a meager ability to defend himself? A human wasn't supposed to fight a servant, even if such terms were alien to him. He recognized that whatever this being was was well beyond his abilities.

    Shirou could accept this, what he could not accept the meaningless of his own death. To die twice in one day was ridiculous, to die without accomplishing one's dream was a tragedy, and Shirou was suffering both at once. The boy gritted his teeth, pushing as hard as he could to get away from the spear. He couldn't die here.

    He needed to help people.

    He needed to be a hero.

    It appeared like magic, a man standing just behind Shirou. The moment he appeared the lance jerked back, at first Shirou thought it was surprise, then he saw it was shaking, the man in blue's teeth were gritted in his mouth, his muscles straining as he attempted to force the spear forward, but it was gripped by an invisible hand.

    "The… seventh servant!?" the man in blue grunted.

    The dust hung in the air, spasming in place like they were held up by taut string. The man behind Shirou, his features hidden by a heavy cloak. Thrust his empty hand forward, and Lancer rocketed out of the shed, tumbling end over end like Shirou had just a moment prior.

    Though unlike Shirou, he managed to recover on his feet a moment later.

    The man in blue then watches, his spear held at the ready as the new figure steps past Shirou, standing in the threshold of the door, his focus half on the spearman, and half on the young boy who just a moment prior thought he was going to die.

    "Who… who are you?" Shirou asked.

    The man reached up to pull down his hood, revealing a blond head of hair and a youthful face. He smiled, an almost goofy smile that put Shirou at ease despite the circumstances, then he answered. "I am a Jedi, like my father before me."

    —

    I think he'd be rather broken actually.

    View: https://i.imgur.com/MJUEZcz.jpg
     
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