Was late for bonus vote, but I would have voted for Ophelia anyway
Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)
- Thread starter Erien
- Start date
- Mature Fantasy Modern
2.65 - Liars Eyes
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfjconfe1BI
[Ophelia]
Olympus is kicking my ass and is basically satan.
Outlining next real chapter tomorrow.
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"No." You say slowly. Pushing the box across the table with a soft squeaking sound that was aggravating to the ears. The ring was… different, alien to you, as nothing should be, that alone was enough to make you wary of it. The fact that it was something of power that was being offered freely was enough to make you alarmed of it. Your eyes could not see its possibility, and therefore… you were uncomfortable even thinking about being near it.
The man… if you could call it a man, across from you smiled. It was not a friendly smile, it was not a hurt smile, it was not even a smile that was being used to conceal something. It was just… a smile, the turn of the lips in that slight curve that you had seen countless fake copies of all of your life.
"It was a gift, nothing more. And a gift is free to be refused, a pity however. I thought it fitted you nicely." Oberon said, reaching down to pick up the box, he stares at the ring within it for a moment, then tucks it into the inside of his coat. Perhaps it was paranoia on your part.
No.
No, it was definitely paranoia. But you did not accept gifts lightly, or trust the words of others. Even if you were going along with Marisbury's plan. You look past Oberon to the man standing just behind him. Marisbury Animusphere, when did you first meet him? You couldn't say. He was a ghost of a figure in the Clocktower until recently, he was a man you had paid little attention to, the study of Astromancy. But…
You let out a breath. "Can we get started then?"
Marisbury smiles, his being far more warm… though the man seemed tired. Why was that you wondered? You pondered that for a moment, but your thoughts were disrupted by him nodding his head. "The mana crystals are prepared, if you are certain you wish to partake."
… Were you?
You weren't sure of anything you truly wished to do. But this was something, and perhaps you would find your path along it. Wasn't that always the way with you regardless? Perhaps, but now wasn't the time for idle thoughts like that. You stood up from your chair and made your way over to the magic circle surrounded by crystals, the magic so dense it chilled the air.
Then you extended your hand.
…
You didn't expect to get everything you ever wanted.
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Tonight, Homeworld updates. So go read that.
- Location
- Texas
He is a craftsman after all. He will craft the best smile.
In the timeless words of Harry Dresden: "just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face."
Ooh, that seems to mean she didn't get Surtr this time! Huzzah, go Ophelia!
- Pronouns
- Reader
Hmm? Doesn't this mean she did get everything she ever wanted? Was she not aiming for Sigurd originally?
- Location
- Texas
A magus not wanting to blindly take the seemingly innocent font of power put infront of them?
Truly a rare breed, and will probably be dissected by her colleagues within a fortnight.
Truly a rare breed, and will probably be dissected by her colleagues within a fortnight.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Surtr != Sigurd.
Ophelia is an odd duck.
- Pronouns
- Reader
I get that. It's just the person I'm quoting seems to be of the opinion that she didn't get him, and I was pretty sure that was what she wanted.
And that this means more "Ophelia was surprised to get everything she wanted in a servant" Rather than "As Expected Ophelia did not summon the servant she wanted".
- Location
- Texas
So what I was commenting on was that canonically in LB2, she ends up summoning Surtr and that kind of ruins everything from the get go. If she gets everything she wants, she clearly did not summon Surtr, and thus things are going dramatically better for her!
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
...*looks at everything*
so the clusterfuck was clearly just balancing the books to improve HER situation.
Since I feel like the only other person that scored is Shirou with the hot Witch.
Rin summoning Saber does not count because Mordred is here!
- Location
- The wrong battlefield
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- She/Her
Iirc she wasn't aiming for anyone specifically. Glernaj answered above, but if you're willing to see some big spoilers for fgo......
Ophelia sees Surtr with her Mystic Eyes before the Lostbelt arc starts, and they bond more or less. That connection means that when she summons a Servant, she summons Sigurd....except, it's actually Surtr in Sigurd's body, as can be told from the yellow eyes and also, yknow, generally more malicious and cold attitude he has.
Anyways, idk where the bonus vote was or what this was all for, but I'm happy Ophelia won. She's my favorite Crypter, and I think Gotterdammerung is my favorite lostbelt (Either it or Atlantis, both are really good).
Also, I can totally relate to being bodied by Olympus. I'm taking as much time as I need to prepare my roster for.......her.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Good news, you can kill her!
- Location
- Germany
You and I sometimes have wildly differing opinions on good news.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Shirou has a long and proud history of having to kill women he has had sex with.
- Location
- La Serena, Chile
I don't think he ever killed Rin? (not 100% sure)
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
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- Location
- The wrong battlefield
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- She/Her
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
Kill? I thought we were going for the Harem Ending? 
Spart117MC
Amateur human
- Location
- Cali
Shirou is going to kill everyone he meets through worry.
- Pronouns
- Reader
So listening to this song all day, and I realise something. Something besides the fact that I really want to read shirou talk to Erien's Mordred already. Artoria fell at Camelot, but she survives in a strange state between life and death. Wouldn't it be poetic if the same was true of Mordred? If Mordred was cursed to some Camlann Limbo by some Causality effect of Artoria striking a deal with Alaya to cheat death?
2.7 - A Weird Morning
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IUIjW9FzVQ
[Medea]
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
NSFW bits cleared with a mod.
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The sound of the shouting carried over the crunch of the snow and something collapsing… somewhere inside the estate. You jerked your head over to see Medea… Caster, sprinting through the snow, her cloak flapping behind her as she rather inelegantly… by her standards, trudges through it to reach you. When she gets within about five feet she sinks to her knees, her hands slapping both sides of your face to hold it as her eyes bore into your own.
You were, as far as you knew, uninjured in anything but pride and dignity. But Caster didn't know that. She turned your head this way and that, then rather abruptly lifted up your shirt to look at where you had been stabbed in the torso. Of which all that remained was a hole in your shirt and a rather extensive bloodstain on both your chest and clothes. Come to think of it, it was rather odd that Illya wasn't bothered by that, but perhaps she was too caught up in the moment to think about it. You certainly were… caught up in the moment that is, you had noticed being nearly bifurcated by a spear with roughly all of the attention you could muster. In fact, despite the wound being gone, now being stabbed by the thing twice was rather strongly imprinted upon your memory.
But, for the moment, the only thing that lingered was a brief phantom pain as she placed her hand where the wound was. Then her eyes once more shot to your face. "Where have you been? I have been attempting to track you since last night, but I had only just started to pin down your location when you started moving quickly."
You blink, wondering how to explain precisely what happened. The dangers involved. But at the moment as you stared at Caster and the partially burned house beyond. You had little desire to do anything but speak honestly. "My little sister's servant took me to meet her, I wasn't… aware I even had a sister until this morning, but she didn't seem to be lying about it. She's a master in this grail war as well, but I don't know if they are friend or foe. She was friendly though, for what it was worth, her servant was as well, if quiet."
Caster stares at you, her mouth opening and closing for several moments. Before her hand moved to rub at her forehead. She lets out a long, slow breath, shaking her head from side to side. "Master, they are all our enemies."
"They aren't my enemy unless they hurt me or other people," you retort. "And if she wanted to eliminate me from the war she easily could have."
Medea twitches at that, but closes her eyes and shakes her head again. "... In any case, Master. We cannot stay here, there are three hostile servants that know where we are."
You blink, processing that. You didn't… know if Rin was hostile, or Illya for that matter. Also you still hadn't fully processed Rin being a master. "Where's Rin?"
Caster continues to stare at you, not understanding.
"The girl who was here last night, where is she?" you explain.
"The master of Saber? Your new servant chased her through town, fighting a running battle throughout several parks and buildings before she got away. I was able to get her back to the manor afterwards. But we cannot stay here, our enemies know of our composition and location." Caster urges, then bodily lifts you up off of the ground.
"I don't have any enemies," you counter.
"You have many just by being a master." Caster hisses out.
You disregard the statement, steadying yourself a moment before you take a step forward. Even from the outside the damage to the estate looked back. You could, from the back, see clear through to the road on the front side of the house, the holes in the fences so numerous just from the shrapnel caused by the servants fighting the night before. That was to say nothing of the roof tiles that had landed even in the snow out here, entire chunks of the roof gone, along with a visible missing section of the house where the guest room had been just a short time prior.
"Was Rin injured?" you ask.
"... I do not believe she was," Caster replies. The woman straightening up as well. Her hood was down, revealing a rather stony expression on her face, though given the dirt covering it she likely hadn't had much in the way of rest since she had grabbed you at the school.
"It's going to take a while to get the house back together," you say, then take a step forward before pausing. Your mind comes to a screeching halt as you realize you have forgotten something important. You looked back towards Caster, the woman not having moved. "Caster… are you alright?" you had been so caught up in everything that you had almost forgotten to ask.
"I am uninjured." Caster replies.
You lean closer, looking her over as the woman stiffens. Her robes were cut in places, revealing scratches. But there was no blood, or indeed, anything resembling injuries. "That's good." You say with a relieved sigh. Then you turn and make your way into the house, Caster following along behind you a few seconds later.
Stepping through the gap in the rear wall, you have a look around, your heart sinking the more you take in. The ground was coated in a fine layer of blood covered in places by snow, but enough of it was around and frozen on the ground to make it so that your yard had a very macabre pond in it. The blood continued towards the hole in the wall out front, and you were honestly rather surprised the police weren't here. Your home was out of the way, but not alone in its neighborhood. Perhaps it was still too early, you hadn't any idea of the time.
You were also just attempting to distract yourself from how bad the situation had gotten. The wall of the guest room was utterly caved in, a fine layer of snow having blown into it and likely ruined the tatami floors in the process. That was to say nothing of the roof above and around it, entire chunks of wood and tile missing, spread along the ground both in and outside of the manor from where the magic had shot off to little effect. The shed was… not doing great either, shrapnel from the battle between the new servant and the monster having peppered the walls like someone had shot it up with a gun.
You stare at it all, taking it in, then step through the new door in the guest room and make your way into the house. The hallway and the surrounding rooms were… fine, from a glance, but as you entered the living area your heart sank. A boulder, you weren't sure from where, was sitting smack dab in the middle of the room whereupon your kotatsu had been previously sitting. Small chunks of broken wood littering the floor the only evidence that the handy little device had ever existed at all. The source of said rock, was likely the gigantic hole in the front of the house that had somehow narrowly managed to miss the door, yet still made a second entrance nearly as large as it. Dirt, snow, and dust caked everything, and chunks of rock were scattered over every little surface from the television to the kitchen.
Drawing in a deep breath, you square your shoulders. Then you look back towards Caster. "I'm going to need spare lumber from the shed to patch up the hole, you can use my room for the time being. I'll roll out a futon in the attic."
Caster's mouth opens slightly like she wants to say something, then closes it and nods.
You then glance down to your filthy, bloodsoaked clothes and let out a sigh. "But first I need to get out of this."
—
It was a small mercy your room was spared, as with a fresh pair of clothes you made your way over to the main bath in the house. Perhaps it was because your mind was wandering you didn't notice the moisture seeping through the door, or the faint wisps of steam surrounding it. You didn't notice any of that until your hand had grasped the door and pulled it open.
The door slams shut just as quickly as you see a familiar blonde woman, the same blonde woman you summoned last night in fact, standing in the tub. Her gaze turning towards you just as the door closed.
You jerk back from the door, panic and embarrassment both running through you. And you only just start to stutter out an apology when, much to your surprise, the door slides open.
It's the same woman as last night indeed, if proven by nothing else than the gaping wound in her center. Golden light pours through it, hiding the gore, but not its effects. Even as she stands there small droplets of blood drip out of it to land on the floor. She stares at you, eyes unblinking, but she didn't seem bothered, or embarrassed for that matter. She just… stared, no emotion on her face, her expression indifferent. Not a cold indifference, or that she was looking down on you either. It was… like she was barely even processing you were there. She tilts her head, blonde hair shifting on her head. Then she walks past you into the hall, dripping water as she lets the towel she was holding in her hand drop to the floor.
Once she's a few steps away a flash of light envelops the hallway, bright, but not bright enough to force you to look away as her armor from the night before reforms over her body. Broken and twisted, pieces of it dented and battered, with the shattered remains of a helmet around her neck. Her gait is limping, one foot partially dragging behind her, and you watch her move for a moment before your brain catches up with you.
"Are… are you alright? And who are you?" you ask, stepping after her.
The armored woman stops at the corner. Looking back towards you with the sound of shifting metal. Her green eyes stare through your own, and she squints at you for a bit, as if trying to remember. Then she speaks, very slowly, and very stilted. "Ber…serker." Then, like that somehow answered everything, she loses the squint, staring past you for a moment before turning back and wandering off down the hall again.
You step after her aga-
"SHIROU!?"
A girl's scream carries through the house… you know that voice. "Sakura!?" you call out. Your legs slip underneath you as you rapidly turn around, then you are running, cutting through the hallway and out the front door, the sound of clanging metal and swishing cloth behind you as Caster and Berserker follow.
The door slams open hard enough to bounce against the frame, and…
It takes you a moment to parse what you were seeing. There were four people standing just outside your house, Sakura, Taiga, and a man and a woman you didn't recognize. Sakura for her part looks to have fainted, her clothing singed and bloody. She was held in the arms of a man a good head or two taller than you, with deeply tanned skin and white hair. He was bedecked in armor.
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Taiga for her part was running towards you, tears of worry in her eyes. She was being chased after by a woman in… you could charitably call it clothing. With long brown hair and blue eyes. Silks trailing behind her.
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Taiga then reached you, her hands grabbing onto the front of your shirt and shaking you like her life depended on it. "Shirou!? What happened to you? Are you alright!?"
You can't recall when you had last seen Taiga so panicked. Never, you suppose. "I'm fine," you say. Reaching down to grab Taiga's hands… Then your heart sinks as you see the mark on the back of her hand, then your eyes flit to Sakura to see the same.
… You wonder what you did to deserve your life getting so complicated.
—
You didn't know the name of the brown haired woman or the white haired man, but you were rather grateful they were helpful at least. It wasn't hard to tell they were servants, even before you had noticed the marks on the back of Taiga and Sakura's hands. After… somewhat calming down Taiga by proving you weren't in fact injured, you had managed to get her into the house where she gave you the details of what she had been doing all night. Namely, she had been coming home from school to find the Matou mansion on fire, had rushed in to help, had found Sakura, then spent the rest of the time trying to find any sign of Shinji or Zouken, with little luck of either.
The fire department came onto the scene soon afterwards, and she had made her way over here after taking some time to rest at her house. The servants… well, that was just an added complication. But once again, helpful.
"Thank you," you say to the brown haired woman. She smiles at you, the boulder that was previously sitting in the center of the house held in her relatively dainty hands as she carries it outside. The image was… both shocking and hilarious, given how stick thin the woman was in… most aspects. The man for his part had almost immediately grabbed a broom, taking the time to start getting debris out of the kitchen without you asking.
… You weren't sure what to make of it, but then, this morning had been far from normal in any case. Caster was in the midst of explaining what the grail war was to Taiga at your request, while Sakura laid still next to the shattered remains of the table, your space heater sitting just nearby to keep her warm. Berserker, for her part, was standing just behind it, unmoving and unblinking, her eyes flitting to the other servants from time to time but otherwise neither moving nor saying anything.
To put it simply,
Things were rather strange at the moment. Taiga eventually let out a sigh as she processed what Caster was telling her. Her hand running through her hair before she looked towards her servant, then at you. "And you are sure you're alright?"
You nod, you had told her everything that had occurred, barring Illya. Mostly because you still weren't quite sure what to make of Illya yourself.
"Right, I still don't know what is going on here," Taiga says, moving her hands to her lap. "And I don't know anything about this… magic… crap. I always thought Raiga was kidding when he talked about it. But you aren't staying here, Shirou."
"Why?" you ask slowly.
"Because I'm not letting you stay in a place where you were just attacked!" Taiga cries out, causing Sakura to stir next to her.
"She is right master, there are now four servants outside of this abode that know of your residence and the state of this workshop." Caster says evenly. "As I stated before, it would be foolish to stay here."
You groan, moving a hand to your own hair, watching as the brown haired woman brushes past you to take a spot just next to Taiga. She smiles down at her, then clasps her hands in front of her hips. "It's not like I have anywhere else to go Taiga. You don't have enough space in your apartment and I promised Kiritsugu I would take care of the place."
Taiga stares at you for a moment, then she looks to the slowly awakening Sakura, to the servants, to the blood on your shirt, and then your eyes. You had never seen that look on Taiga's face before, it was unfamiliar to you. It was cold, it was serious. You didn't know she was even capable of it.
Without a word she stood, then made her way over to the telephone on the wall.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
Taiga picks up the handset then looks towards you once more, tears at the edge of her eyes. "Shirou, I don't know fully what's going on here, but whatever it is it is dangerous. Sakura's home burned down and I came here to find you covered in blood and this place trashed. Kiritsugu asked you to look after the house, but he asked me to look after you."
Then she rapidly dials a number and places the handset against her ear. "Grandfather? I need your help."
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The house had never had this many people in it as far back as you could remember. Certainly none of this type, even when Raiga had last visited there had only been a small handful of his… friends. Now? There were a good fifty or more going through the grounds, lifting up furniture and utilities to carry them to a series of box trucks parked out front. The tattooed men working in well ordered teams under the watchful eye of Raiga as they, for lack of a better term, loot your house.
You didn't have the heart to argue with Taiga when she was crying, namely because you hadn't seen her do so seriously since Kiritsugu died, and with Caster backing her up… you had acquiesced. Now for the past half hour or so since they arrived the Yakuza had been taking out anything of value to be moved to the 'family home' downtown. It was an armed and sturdy compound, that you knew, and it was easily defensible and well monitored.
You still couldn't help but feel a little grumpy that you were for the time being losing what Kiritsugu had entrusted to you however. The mid-afternoon sun was hovering in the sky, painting the scene of melted snow and working people. Sakura for your part had mostly hovered around you once she woke up, not quite sure what to say or do, while Taiga had been helping out the goons, the older men having rather briskly told you to stay out of their way while they worked.
The servants… it was a mixed bag, the man had joined in and helped, as did the woman whenever she wasn't accidentally distracting the men around her. While Caster was standing off to the side and Berserker… was doing nothing, literally. She was staring blankly off towards the forest, you aren't even sure if she had blinked in the past half hour.
…
Your days only grew odder, but you could at least pass the time while you were kidnapped again.
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Choose three, winners are chosen by popularity, not by any particular plan.
[] [Caster]
[] [Berserker]
[] [Sakura]
[] [Taiga]
[] [The Man]
[] [The Woman]
[] [Raiga]
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DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
.... Sakura or Taiga summoned EMYIA
Taiga summoned someone....yeah this is a cluster fuck
[X] [Berserker]
[X] [The Man]
[X] [The Woman]
Taiga summoned someone....yeah this is a cluster fuck
[X] [Berserker]
[X] [The Man]
[X] [The Woman]
[X] [Berserker]
I wish to see if we can snap her out of whatever this daze is.
[X] [The Man]
Let's see if we can go on track to bleed.
[X] [Raiga]
How does he feel about all this?
I wish to see if we can snap her out of whatever this daze is.
[X] [The Man]
Let's see if we can go on track to bleed.
[X] [Raiga]
How does he feel about all this?
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chellewalker
President of the Water Seeker Fan Club
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] [Berserker]
[X] [Sakura]
[X] [Taiga]
[X] [Sakura]
[X] [Taiga]
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
"Only three? I must be losing my touch."
Medea: "It required a rather large amount of cheese..."
This is her 'my Master is being stupid' face; you will be seeing it a lot, Shirou.
Something else, really? This is turning into some sort of massive cluster- oh.
Archer: "...The hell did you do to my house!?!"
Archer: "Break timeline later; clean now."
Taiga is talking sense; thats how you know things are REALLY off the rails.
Mordred: "No targets available - entering standby mode."
[X] [Caster]
[X] [Taiga]
[X] [The Man]