"Oi, [A], pay attention!" Our teacher, Miss Fujimura, or as she hated to be called, "Tiger"...
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Chapter 1: Awakening
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"Oi, [A], pay attention!" Our teacher, Miss Fujimura, or as she hated to be called, "Tiger" shouted, snapping me out of my daydreaming.
A:
[] Domnell
[] Ryan
[] Alby
"Hai, Hai, Tiger-Sensei" I answered her in a bored fashion, grinning as I saw her red face.
"[A], you meanie! How could you wound a young maiden's heart like that?"
[] "Young maiden? You? Oh please, I can see the crow's feet around your eyes."
[] "I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything to my classmates."
Comical tears start flowing from Taiga's eyes as she clutches her chest as if wounded. "Rest of the class is free study, I need to go cry my heart out!" with that, Taiga storms off.
How exactly did she get appointed as a teacher? Oh right, Yakuza family connections.
"Heh, I suppose you're good for something, Ocathin. Thanks to you, we got rest of the day off. Shinji cockily stated.
"It's Ó Catháin, ya pompous dick." I retorted, more than annoyed with Shinji, not that it wasn't common. Something about the guy just rubbed me the wrong way, even before the bastard opened his mouth on the first day of school.
It doesn't matter whether he is a child, or a teenager, Shinji Matou will always be a reprehensible being
"Yeah, whatever. Trash like you should be glad that someone talented like me even speaks to you."
[] "Well at least I know that King Arthur wasn't a Terminator." I retort, pointing at Shinji's open history notes, or more specifically, the childish drawing of a Terminator in blue robes and the Excalibur in hand.
[] "Talented in two-timing and wanking perhaps, but at least I don't shirk from my duties."
"S-Shut up!" Shinji blusters, packing up his supplies before exiting the classroom.
How dare this NPC insult me! I'll delete him once these preliminaries end!
"Why do you antagonize him like that? You know his family's got a high position in the city." Hakunon asks, her brother going after Shinji to try and help soothe him down.
[] "At this point, it's a game. If he gives in, I win, and he knows that." I answer with a grin.
[] "But it's too much fun not to. He's like a little kid."
"You're playing with fire, y'know." Hakunon sighs before picking up her supplies.
"But that's what makes it fun. It's no fun messing with normal people." I respond, slinging my case behind my back.
Hakunon sighs in resignation, knowing that I wasn't going to stop antagonizing Shinji.
Honestly, what am I going to do with you, [A]-san?
As Hakunon and I leave the the second floor, I notice a man with a high-collared black coat exiting the room next to the shoe lockers. Eventually, I remember his name; Mr. Kuzuki, our math teacher.
Julius Harwey, Assassin's master, fitting for the Harwey family's personal attack dog. Highly dangerous.
For some reason, as I look at this guy, I get a chill going down my back. Not to mention that the guy reminded me of that blonde douche Leo.
"So then, you've sent Fujimura into a crying fit again." Kuzuki addressed me, his ever-present glum look deepening.
[] I grin at him "So what? We both know that she'll just jump back up."
[] "What's it to you? It's not like I messed with your precious Leo." I had seen the guy and Leo chatting, and that was the only time I had seen Mr. Kuzuki's Julius' face soften.
Mr. Kuzuki scoffs, walking off, but not before bumping into my shoulder. "Uppity Moon Cell AI." I heard him mutter.
…
Wait, Moon Cell? What's th-
[ERROR. Data Entry: OWS_Ó_Catháin has overwritten NPC_File:S2seat12.]
The world around me froze as the word Moon Cell echoes in my mind, and as it does so, other foreign information pops into my mind.
[Potential Master: [A] Ó Catháin has been registered. Relinquishing command from SE.RA.PH to Potential Master.]
The world, no, the simulation of the world resumed, and my eyes hardened as I took control of my body. It was like slipping on your favorite suit that you hadn't worn in ages.
"Is something wrong [A]-san?" Hakunon asked, seemingly worried.
It seemed like neither her or Hakuno had awakened as Masters quite yet, if they even would do so in this iteration of the War.
I shook my head. "It's nothing. Excuse me, but I remembered that I needed to do something." With those words, I walked away from [_], heading towards the spot I needed to be at. [_Part 2]
[] Hakunon. 2: Passing through the preliminaries came first. I couldn't let myself simply fade away, not without a fight.
[] The NPC. 2: I couldn't afford to waste time hanging out with a puppet who might or might not awaken as Master, not when my own existence was on the line.
"Here it is then, the door to the Moon Cell Grail War." I thought as I stood in front of the dead-end I knew to be the door that would lead to the test where each participant of the War would have to prove that they were worthy of being a Master. Those who did got to move onto the true tournament, while the rest died, either against the effigy set up as tester, or still stuck in their NPC-mode, unaware of their imminent demise.
[] But I wasn't going to be one of those people.
[] Too bad I wasn't about to be a sheep for the slaughter.
With those thoughts in mind, I walked towards the wall, and as my foot sank into the fake wall, I knew that there was really no turning back.
And within the blue room, my surrogate Servant awaited, the lifeless doll standing there at attention.
@Welcome, Potential Master@
The effigy slumped, like a puppet that lost its strings, only to stand up soon after, but it was now a lot more animated, arms lazily hanging.
@That Effigy with you is your sword and your shield for what lies ahead. It will move in response to your commands.@
I test this by commanding the effigy to attack the bookshelf next to it, and it does so, breaking the glass with a quick jab. I happily note that it didn't require a vocal command, which honestly made sense, considering the context of the game. It'd be pretty easy to predict attack algorithms if your opponent shouted them aloud.
@Now then, please proceed. The path to your survival lies ahead.@
However before I walked into the shadowy door, I looked around the room for a weapon to defend myself with.
[] I wasn't about to let a mere puppet act as my sole defense and offense in a fight.
[] I remembered what happened to the Prologue-character and the player characters in the original game, and I wasn't going to bet my life on a Heroic Spirit appearing in the nick of time of save me.
The only "weapon" I found was a meter-and-a-half long rebar, but it was better than nothing. With my prior command showing how quickly these effigies attacked, I felt somewhat confident in managing to hold my own, at least until my real Servant appeared.
With my weapon in hand and surrogate Servant behind me, I entered the shadowy door.
As my effigy and I walked through the prologue-dungeon, I couldn't help but get nervous, not only because of the upcoming fight, but also because I didn't know for certain what Servant I'd get.
Now, I was certain that I wouldn't be getting Gilgamesh, as I wasn't arrogant enough to think that I could control him.
But, more importantly, I was nervous of which Class my Servant would be, as unlike in a proper Grail War, in this tournament, the only official matches were held at the end of each week, and any fights would be cut off short after a few rounds, or as it would probably be the case here, a while, with the attacking party getting punished for it, by the Servant getting a debuff to their Stats.
So to put it bluntly, Assassins were next to useless in this war, with Casters not far behind, as they were the two classes that didn't excel at one-on-one combat, Assassins being, well, assassins, and Casters being a more defensive Class, setting up a lair chock-full of traps for the enemy Servants and masters to come to them, when the fights in this Holy Grail tournament happened in a duel format, in an arena.
Granted, they weren't completely useless, as Assassins probably don't get a punishment if they can kill their target before SE.RA.PH notices them, and Casters can still try and outmaneuver or overpower other Servants with their Magecraft.
Berserkers were just a beast to be unleashed onto enemies, and with the way the matches were set up, the enemy Servants and Masters had nowhere to run, and there wasn't the possibility of another Servant-Master pair pitching in to take down a Berserker. However, depending on the Berserker he got, such a simple strategy wouldn't be enough, not that it would be effective in the long run, as eventually, a servant strong enough to either outlast or overpower Berserker would appear.
And Riders weren't all that better, since they were a Class that relied on mobility for most of their victory, so in an enclosed space, like an arena, their combat efficiency would be limited.
Granted, that didn't mean that a Rider would be useless without their mount, if they had other notable skills or Noble Phantasms to utilize.
But regardless, the three Knight Classes, Lancer, Archer and Saber still stood atop the proverbial pecking order, just like in a real Grail War.
Lancers were a relative wild card, as there were many ways their Noble Phantasms could work, like how Cú Chulainn's Gae Bolg would hit a target's heart, if no protective skill was deployed, or how Diarmuid Ua Duibhne's Gáe Dearg could cut through Magic, and wounds inflicted by his Gáe Buidhe being unhealable, as long as the spear remained intact. However, all those varying, and potentially useful features were offset by the generally low Luck Stat that was shared amongst all Lancers he knew off.
[] Now, while I might not believe in Luck, that doesn't mean I should vie for the Servant Class that is infamous for their abysmal luck, and tendency to get killed by their own Spears. Granted, I wasn't going to order my Servant to kill themselves, but still, there's a pattern, and I have no desire to continue it.
[] I'm not about to bet my life on a Class known for always dying at the worst possible time, the worst for their masters that is, but great for the other Masters.
Archers were honestly the best of the Knight Classes for me…except for their Independent Action skill. Archers had great reach, and usually, they also had okay melee capabilities, but they were also different from other Classes in that they could go completely against non-Command Seal orders, and even then, that seemed to leave some leeway for the Servants. Not to mention that Archers in most case were Servants with personalities that you absolutely couldn't trust to carry out your orders, or to have your best intentions in mind.
And so, Sabers once more were the best choice for Servants. Usually high Magic Resistance, so Casters were practically a non-issue. And most of them had some of the strongest Noble Phantasms. However, since swords were one of the most common weapons in Hero myths, their weapons were practically a calling card that announced their name, strengths and weakness'.
Granted, most Servants were more than strong enough to finish a fight before most opponents could properly use that knowledge.
[] So, to summarize; If I got an Assassin or a Caster who weren't amongst the best of their Classes, I was fucked.
[] All I could hope that I got a Servant who wouldn't stab me in the back.
I took in a deep breath as I approached the stained glass arena, which honestly reminded of the Kingdom Heart series' Dive to the heart. But what awaited me there wasn't three pedestals with different weapons on them, no, what awaited me were corpses littering the area, with a lone effigy standing there, identical to the one I have.
As soon as I stepped onto the stained glass floor, the effigy, which I'll classify as Foe sprung to life.
As the Foe leas at me, my effigy steps in the way, blocking Foe's kick, retaliating with a swing, which connects with the Foe's head, but it doesn't do much except daze it.
[] Effigy, go for a punch, then follow up with a left kick, followed up by a punch.
[] Low kick, follow up with a high kick, then lunge.
Long story short, my effigy is losing, not badly, but its right arm has fractures all over it, while the Foe has small fractures all over its body, but nothing that would make it fall apart easily.
I issue new commands to my effigy;
[] Go for the most fractured part, sacrifice your right arm if you have to, put destroy your enemy. Even if the Foe manages to destroy my effigy, if mine manages to at least destroy its legs or arms, I can take it on.
[] Go for the legs, and whatever you do, don't stop until they're destroyed. I issue these commands knowing that I'll have to fight once my effigy crumbles.
It attempts to follow the orders, but the Foe jabs its arm right into its torso. As it recoiled from the impact, my Effigy managed to destroy the offending arm, sacrificing its damaged right arm to do so, and following up by piercing the Foe's torso with its left.
My effigy crumbles away, but the Foe doesn't crumble away, save for its right arm, and part of its torso armor, revealing a pulsing core that sparked occasionally.
[] I grasp my impromptu weapon, ready for the Foe to come at me. "I'm not going to die without a fight."
[]"I'm going to survive, I'm going to survive, I'm gonna survive, gonnasurvivegonnasurvivegonnasurvive!!"
The Foe lunges at me, the same way that it did against my effigy. I jab my rebar towards its chest, aiming for the core. But I only manage to get like 5 centimeters into the damn thing before the Foe swatted at my weapon, bending it as the rebar flew from my grasps, clattering against the stained glass.
The Foe sends me flying with a kic-PAIN, Oh god, so much pain! I close my eyes, both from pain and fear, the sound of the Foe's needle-like feet clicking against the stained glass, more like a countdown to my doom.
[] I- I'm not going to let this end here!
[] Dammit all to hell! I'M NOT GOING TO LET IT END HERE!
[Effigy defeated. SE.RA.PH Recognizes [A] Ó Catháin as a Master and Participant of the Holy Grail War.]
However, the clicking stops, and unlike what I expected, no attack came. After a while I opened my eyes, and what I saw was…
[]"Are you my Master?" Asked my Servant, a knight who in one scenario would have wielded a weapon that represented the childish, idealistic believes they once held onto.
[]"Hello, I take it that you're my Master?" Asked my Servant, a person whom, with their actions, drove powerful people to madness.
[]"So, you're to be my Master for this war? Don't disappoint me, boyo." My Servant, someone who managed to tame and train even the most vicious of beasts, declared.
[]"So this is my Master? Very well!" My Servant declared haughtily, brimming with self-confidence. To think I would be partnered with someone who with their righteous deeds was declared a demon.
[]"I ask you, are you my Master?" Asked my Servant, their body language telling of their confidence, yet sheer rage and indignation radiated from the armored Servant.
[]"My my, you seem to be quite the warrior, Master."My servant noted, glancing around the arena, thinking that I was responsible for the corpses of the people who failed in their tests.
[]"Master?" Asked my Servant, who by all logic, shouldn't have been born.
[]"Anchin!" Shouted my Servant as they flew at me, clouding my vision.
[]"I humbly ask of thee, are thou my Master"My Servant asked, bowing before me, as if they were addressing a Shogun before a court.
[]"I came in the nick of time, eh Master?"My servant jauntily asked, hands behind their head, a grin plastered on their face.
Alright, so I haven't done 1st Person perspective stuff in a long while, but I felt that it was necessary for he first chapter.
Also, FYI, there's a lot of invisitext here.
A:
[] Ryan
[] Alby
"Hai, Hai, Tiger-Sensei" I answered her in a bored fashion, grinning as I saw her red face.
"[A], you meanie! How could you wound a young maiden's heart like that?"
[] "I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything to my classmates."
Comical tears start flowing from Taiga's eyes as she clutches her chest as if wounded. "Rest of the class is free study, I need to go cry my heart out!" with that, Taiga storms off.
How exactly did she get appointed as a teacher? Oh right, Yakuza family connections.
"Heh, I suppose you're good for something, Ocathin. Thanks to you, we got rest of the day off. Shinji cockily stated.
"It's Ó Catháin, ya pompous dick." I retorted, more than annoyed with Shinji, not that it wasn't common. Something about the guy just rubbed me the wrong way, even before the bastard opened his mouth on the first day of school.
It doesn't matter whether he is a child, or a teenager, Shinji Matou will always be a reprehensible being
"Yeah, whatever. Trash like you should be glad that someone talented like me even speaks to you."
[] "Talented in two-timing and wanking perhaps, but at least I don't shirk from my duties."
"S-Shut up!" Shinji blusters, packing up his supplies before exiting the classroom.
How dare this NPC insult me! I'll delete him once these preliminaries end!
"Why do you antagonize him like that? You know his family's got a high position in the city." Hakunon asks, her brother going after Shinji to try and help soothe him down.
[] "At this point, it's a game. If he gives in, I win, and he knows that." I answer with a grin.
"You're playing with fire, y'know." Hakunon sighs before picking up her supplies.
"But that's what makes it fun. It's no fun messing with normal people." I respond, slinging my case behind my back.
Hakunon sighs in resignation, knowing that I wasn't going to stop antagonizing Shinji.
Honestly, what am I going to do with you, [A]-san?
As Hakunon and I leave the the second floor, I notice a man with a high-collared black coat exiting the room next to the shoe lockers. Eventually, I remember his name; Mr. Kuzuki, our math teacher.
Julius Harwey, Assassin's master, fitting for the Harwey family's personal attack dog. Highly dangerous.
For some reason, as I look at this guy, I get a chill going down my back. Not to mention that the guy reminded me of that blonde douche Leo.
"So then, you've sent Fujimura into a crying fit again." Kuzuki addressed me, his ever-present glum look deepening.
[] I grin at him "So what? We both know that she'll just jump back up."
Mr. Kuzuki scoffs, walking off, but not before bumping into my shoulder. "Uppity Moon Cell AI." I heard him mutter.
…
Wait, Moon Cell? What's th-
[ERROR. Data Entry: OWS_Ó_Catháin has overwritten NPC_File:S2seat12.]
The world around me froze as the word Moon Cell echoes in my mind, and as it does so, other foreign information pops into my mind.
[Potential Master: [A] Ó Catháin has been registered. Relinquishing command from SE.RA.PH to Potential Master.]
The world, no, the simulation of the world resumed, and my eyes hardened as I took control of my body. It was like slipping on your favorite suit that you hadn't worn in ages.
"Is something wrong [A]-san?" Hakunon asked, seemingly worried.
It seemed like neither her or Hakuno had awakened as Masters quite yet, if they even would do so in this iteration of the War.
I shook my head. "It's nothing. Excuse me, but I remembered that I needed to do something." With those words, I walked away from [_], heading towards the spot I needed to be at. [_Part 2]
[] Hakunon. 2: Passing through the preliminaries came first. I couldn't let myself simply fade away, not without a fight.
"Here it is then, the door to the Moon Cell Grail War." I thought as I stood in front of the dead-end I knew to be the door that would lead to the test where each participant of the War would have to prove that they were worthy of being a Master. Those who did got to move onto the true tournament, while the rest died, either against the effigy set up as tester, or still stuck in their NPC-mode, unaware of their imminent demise.
[] Too bad I wasn't about to be a sheep for the slaughter.
With those thoughts in mind, I walked towards the wall, and as my foot sank into the fake wall, I knew that there was really no turning back.
And within the blue room, my surrogate Servant awaited, the lifeless doll standing there at attention.
@Welcome, Potential Master@
The effigy slumped, like a puppet that lost its strings, only to stand up soon after, but it was now a lot more animated, arms lazily hanging.
@That Effigy with you is your sword and your shield for what lies ahead. It will move in response to your commands.@
I test this by commanding the effigy to attack the bookshelf next to it, and it does so, breaking the glass with a quick jab. I happily note that it didn't require a vocal command, which honestly made sense, considering the context of the game. It'd be pretty easy to predict attack algorithms if your opponent shouted them aloud.
@Now then, please proceed. The path to your survival lies ahead.@
However before I walked into the shadowy door, I looked around the room for a weapon to defend myself with.
[] I remembered what happened to the Prologue-character and the player characters in the original game, and I wasn't going to bet my life on a Heroic Spirit appearing in the nick of time of save me.
The only "weapon" I found was a meter-and-a-half long rebar, but it was better than nothing. With my prior command showing how quickly these effigies attacked, I felt somewhat confident in managing to hold my own, at least until my real Servant appeared.
With my weapon in hand and surrogate Servant behind me, I entered the shadowy door.
As my effigy and I walked through the prologue-dungeon, I couldn't help but get nervous, not only because of the upcoming fight, but also because I didn't know for certain what Servant I'd get.
Now, I was certain that I wouldn't be getting Gilgamesh, as I wasn't arrogant enough to think that I could control him.
But, more importantly, I was nervous of which Class my Servant would be, as unlike in a proper Grail War, in this tournament, the only official matches were held at the end of each week, and any fights would be cut off short after a few rounds, or as it would probably be the case here, a while, with the attacking party getting punished for it, by the Servant getting a debuff to their Stats.
So to put it bluntly, Assassins were next to useless in this war, with Casters not far behind, as they were the two classes that didn't excel at one-on-one combat, Assassins being, well, assassins, and Casters being a more defensive Class, setting up a lair chock-full of traps for the enemy Servants and masters to come to them, when the fights in this Holy Grail tournament happened in a duel format, in an arena.
Granted, they weren't completely useless, as Assassins probably don't get a punishment if they can kill their target before SE.RA.PH notices them, and Casters can still try and outmaneuver or overpower other Servants with their Magecraft.
Berserkers were just a beast to be unleashed onto enemies, and with the way the matches were set up, the enemy Servants and Masters had nowhere to run, and there wasn't the possibility of another Servant-Master pair pitching in to take down a Berserker. However, depending on the Berserker he got, such a simple strategy wouldn't be enough, not that it would be effective in the long run, as eventually, a servant strong enough to either outlast or overpower Berserker would appear.
And Riders weren't all that better, since they were a Class that relied on mobility for most of their victory, so in an enclosed space, like an arena, their combat efficiency would be limited.
Granted, that didn't mean that a Rider would be useless without their mount, if they had other notable skills or Noble Phantasms to utilize.
But regardless, the three Knight Classes, Lancer, Archer and Saber still stood atop the proverbial pecking order, just like in a real Grail War.
Lancers were a relative wild card, as there were many ways their Noble Phantasms could work, like how Cú Chulainn's Gae Bolg would hit a target's heart, if no protective skill was deployed, or how Diarmuid Ua Duibhne's Gáe Dearg could cut through Magic, and wounds inflicted by his Gáe Buidhe being unhealable, as long as the spear remained intact. However, all those varying, and potentially useful features were offset by the generally low Luck Stat that was shared amongst all Lancers he knew off.
[] I'm not about to bet my life on a Class known for always dying at the worst possible time, the worst for their masters that is, but great for the other Masters.
Archers were honestly the best of the Knight Classes for me…except for their Independent Action skill. Archers had great reach, and usually, they also had okay melee capabilities, but they were also different from other Classes in that they could go completely against non-Command Seal orders, and even then, that seemed to leave some leeway for the Servants. Not to mention that Archers in most case were Servants with personalities that you absolutely couldn't trust to carry out your orders, or to have your best intentions in mind.
And so, Sabers once more were the best choice for Servants. Usually high Magic Resistance, so Casters were practically a non-issue. And most of them had some of the strongest Noble Phantasms. However, since swords were one of the most common weapons in Hero myths, their weapons were practically a calling card that announced their name, strengths and weakness'.
Granted, most Servants were more than strong enough to finish a fight before most opponents could properly use that knowledge.
[] All I could hope that I got a Servant who wouldn't stab me in the back.
I took in a deep breath as I approached the stained glass arena, which honestly reminded of the Kingdom Heart series' Dive to the heart. But what awaited me there wasn't three pedestals with different weapons on them, no, what awaited me were corpses littering the area, with a lone effigy standing there, identical to the one I have.
As soon as I stepped onto the stained glass floor, the effigy, which I'll classify as Foe sprung to life.
As the Foe leas at me, my effigy steps in the way, blocking Foe's kick, retaliating with a swing, which connects with the Foe's head, but it doesn't do much except daze it.
[] Effigy, go for a punch, then follow up with a left kick, followed up by a punch.
Long story short, my effigy is losing, not badly, but its right arm has fractures all over it, while the Foe has small fractures all over its body, but nothing that would make it fall apart easily.
I issue new commands to my effigy;
[] Go for the legs, and whatever you do, don't stop until they're destroyed. I issue these commands knowing that I'll have to fight once my effigy crumbles.
It attempts to follow the orders, but the Foe jabs its arm right into its torso. As it recoiled from the impact, my Effigy managed to destroy the offending arm, sacrificing its damaged right arm to do so, and following up by piercing the Foe's torso with its left.
My effigy crumbles away, but the Foe doesn't crumble away, save for its right arm, and part of its torso armor, revealing a pulsing core that sparked occasionally.
[] I grasp my impromptu weapon, ready for the Foe to come at me. "I'm not going to die without a fight."
The Foe lunges at me, the same way that it did against my effigy. I jab my rebar towards its chest, aiming for the core. But I only manage to get like 5 centimeters into the damn thing before the Foe swatted at my weapon, bending it as the rebar flew from my grasps, clattering against the stained glass.
The Foe sends me flying with a kic-PAIN, Oh god, so much pain! I close my eyes, both from pain and fear, the sound of the Foe's needle-like feet clicking against the stained glass, more like a countdown to my doom.
[] Dammit all to hell! I'M NOT GOING TO LET IT END HERE!
[Effigy defeated. SE.RA.PH Recognizes [A] Ó Catháin as a Master and Participant of the Holy Grail War.]
However, the clicking stops, and unlike what I expected, no attack came. After a while I opened my eyes, and what I saw was…
[]"I ask you, are you my Master?" Asked my Servant, their body language telling of their confidence, yet sheer rage and indignation radiated from the armored Servant.
History: A game maker who deals with programming, and did so from a young age, 12 or so, starting out with simple mods, but eventually evolved into making full-blown games and other programs. Was a bit of a wallflower at school, preferring not to stand out, graduating with mediocre grades, except for IT stuff, where he got top marks. Died in a traffic accident.
Personality: A closed-off individual, who follows his head, never making any irreversible decision without thinking about it. Doesn't like socializing, preferring to be alone, not bothered by anyone else. Doesn't make a lot of friends, finding emotional people to be annoying. And even what few friends he has could more or less be called associates, so he isn't all that bothered if they cut contact with him.
Has a strong moral center, and while he would not call himself a hero, if he sees an injustice that he can right, he will do so, within reason. He doesn't like seeing people, let alone children or girls crying.
Personality: A closed-off individual, who follows his head, never making any irreversible decision without thinking about it. Doesn't like socializing, preferring to be alone, not bothered by anyone else. Doesn't make a lot of friends, finding emotional people to be annoying. And even what few friends he has could more or less be called associates, so he isn't all that bothered if they cut contact with him.
Has a strong moral center, and while he would not call himself a hero, if he sees an injustice that he can right, he will do so, within reason. He doesn't like seeing people, let alone children or girls crying.
Alright, so I haven't done 1st Person perspective stuff in a long while, but I felt that it was necessary for he first chapter.
Also, FYI, there's a lot of invisitext here.
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Mordred Route Chapter 2: Damn you Kirei!
- Location
- Finland
Choices from the previous Chapter, and how many votes they got:
[X] Alby Votes: 9
[X] "I ask you, are you my Master?" Votes: 9
As I looked upon my Servant, and analyzed her armor, her weapon and despite the power of her helmet, recognizing her was all too easy. She was…
[] The Knight of Treachery, Morded, the Knight who managed to deliver a fatal wound to her father, Arturia Pendragon, a feat I hadn't seen be replicated by any Servant within the Throne of Heroes. A Servant who did everything in her power to win, abandoning the core of a knight, willing to throw even her own sword away if it meant defeating her opponent. Someone who wouldn't accept defeat, and would rise time and time again until she grasped her goal.
[] Mordred, Knight of Londinium. The illegitimate child of King Arthur, or rather Arturia Pendragon, and Morgan le Fay, whom despite all her skill in battle wasn't acknowledged as someone fit for kingship by her own father. And so, in anger, she attempted a coup when her father was away, but in the same move she showed that she could take advantage of an opportune moment, beginning her rebellion when the country itself was discontent with Arthuria.
Honestly, the Moon Cell chose quite a fitting Servant for me. Although nowhere near perfect, she was still a serviceable Servant, considering the possible alternatives.
"I ask you, are you my Master?" Mordred asks once more, her sword striking the ground as she lays both of her hands on top of the Clarent's pommel.
[] "Yes. I welcome you to the Moon Cell's Grail War, Knight of Londinium."
[] "I will do my best to make sure that we win this war… Mordred, or would you prefer to be called Saber?"
She flinches at my answer, momentarily touching her helmet to make sure that yes, it was still on. "How do you know my identity!" She asks- no, demands me to give her an answer. I see how she shifted her grip on her sword, her right arm moving from the pommel to the grip as she points at me with her left.Mordred: How could he possibly have ignored my helmet's power?
I rise up from the floor, and answer her…
[] "How could I not recognize the famous Knight who managed to inflict a fatal wound onto the legendary King of Knights." I answer with short bow. Just take a few pages out of how Tokiomi handled Gilgamesh, show the right amount of reverence, and praise, and even the most egoistical of Servants wouldn't act out. So what if Twice was watching, the guy had probably already faced Mordred, or seen her, so trying to hide it from him was practically useless.
[] "All in good time Saber. But I'd rather not reveal it here. After all, who knows if someone is watching." While the possibility of any opposing Masters being able to spy on these preliminaries was low, who knows whether or not Twice was watching. And in all honesty, I'd rather keep my information as a secret from the ghost.
It seems like Mordred accepted my answer, as Clarent's blade remains pointed down at the ground, away from me.
"And if I'm it's any consolation, I'm far more glad that it was you who was summoned instead of your father." I add, a small earnest smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
[] Her Helm of Hidden Infidelity would do well in hiding her identity from other Masters, and in this tournament, the less information your opponents had on your Servant, the less prepared they would be when the tournament came.
[] Not only was her Battle Continuation Ranked B, but her Helm of Hidden Infidelity would serve in limiting the information m-no, our opponents could obtain on her. But, that didn't mean that I should have her be walking about in plain sight.
Even with her armor, Mordred's posture is more than telling of the smirk on her face, even if it is covered by her helmet. I can almost visualize it.
[Servant: Mordred_C:Sbr has been partnered with Master: Alby_Ó_Catháin. Adding Command Seals...]
[] I winced as a jolt of pain shot through my arm, as if multiple, burning barbs were being driven into it, all at the same time. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, that hurt!
[] I bit my lower lip as the Command Seals formed. I refused to show such weakness in front of my Servant. FUuuUUCK! That stung like hell. Also, fun note, apparently, the Moon Cell didn't use SAO's stupid way of showing damage, as evident by the coppery taste on my lips. I promptly spit out the blood from my mouth, onto the stained glass.
"Well, that hurt way less than I imagined." I turn to address Mordred."So, how should I address you? I can't exactly refer to you by your title, as those are just as likely to reveal your identity." I ask my Servant, who puts her hand to her chin, Clarent fading away.
"Hmm… Saber or Red will do Mas-" She pauses as she looks down at my hands. "Master, where are your Command Seals?"
[] "Right here" I draw back my right jacket sleeve, revealing my Command Seals.
[] I respond by drawing back my right sleeve, revealing my Command Seals, thinking about how I can use my Command Seal-free hands to my advantage.
Mordred nods, before looking around us. "Um, Master? How do we get out of here? Should we try fighting our way out" she asks, lifting her sword.
[] I scratch my head. "The Moon Cell's probably going to transport us out of here, or something. But probably not before some kind of "grand speech"."
[] "Just give it a moment. The AI's probably going to give some "grandiose speech" before letting us out." I say, a bit antsy. Shouldn't the system have given some kind of explanation on Command Seals the moment I got them, or did the system only make those who knew nothing go through the tutorial.
@I'll have you know, if I had my way, the necessary information would be given once the Master and Servant exit this test arena.@
Speak of the devil, and his Grand Priest shall appear.
[] I turned my head towards the skies, where the voice of the AI!Kirei had come from. "Oh, so now you speak." To be honest, even though I knew that this wasn't the real Kotomine Kirei, I still didn't trust it. The Game had shown that the AI could make changes to the Arenas whenever it "felt bored", so the possibility of this world's Kirei taking over the AI component was quite high. Hell, maybe Kirei had already taken over the AI, but he was content on entertaining himself with watching Masters killing one another.
[] "So, you're supposed the be the Overseer AI. Kinda crappy for a tutorial AI, not even explaining Command Seals when new Masters obtain them." I directed all the snark I could muster at AI!Kirei as I said those words.
@Oh? And here I thought that a Master as skilled as you wouldn't need a "tutorial AI". How foolish of me, allow me to fix that.@
Wow, I think I understand a small amount of Rin's hate for Kirei's voice now. The guy really knows how to make his very tone feel like it's insulting you and everything you care about.
Wow, I think this is the fastest a digital entity has managed to earn my sheer spite. Well, discounting Cynthia from Awakening. Seriously, did all of Sumia's stupidity go to her? Fuck that numpty of a girl! Anyway, back onto Kirei, as I ignore his speech, which I recognize to be a part of the in-game one he gives to Hakuno/Hakunon. Anyway, I'll ignore his little speech, as it's just the canon stuff I already know.
From what I remember of him, he is supposed to be an AI based on a previous participant, I.E, the original Kirei Kotomine of this world. Obviously with Twice waiting on the road to the Moon Cell's Holy Grail, Kirei, or the winner of his tournament didn't succeed in attaining their wish. So, he got eliminated, and the Grail decided to use him as an overseer for this iteration of the tournament.
That meant that it was quite likely that the other Masters from Fate/Zero were also participants recorded in the Moon Cell's archives. Now, it was also quite likely that due to butterfly effects, some of them didn't exist in this timeline, and this all depended on how recent Kirei's tournament was, but…
[] If Kayneth had been a participant, hell, if anyone with a particularly strong or useful Mystic Code or Magecraft had been a participant, then I could try accessing the archives, probably from the library, and try generating them into existence, and despite how much I hoped, those items would generate in either the Arena, where anyone could stumble upon it, or into the store, and god knows how much those costed.
[] If Kiritsugu still existed in this timeline, and his Origin Bullets were in the archives, then I could try accessing the Code Cast version of them, if those even existed. And with those, even the strongest of Magi would be easy to deal with, especially Archer if he appeared in this timeline. And hell, even if Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets didn't exist, I could try finding something that would work. Hell, I'd be satisfied with an Azoth Sword, or Bazett's Fragarach.
Now, accessing the Moon Cell's archives might've sounded dangerous, but considering how even that moron Gatou had been able to make himself a custom avatar, and how Julius had been able to hack into participant profiles, which were supposed to remain secret, I figure I'd be able to at least piggy-back onto someone's hacking, and access some of the data the Moon Cell had amassed.
"Grr…WOULD GET ON WITH IT, YOU POOR EXCUSE OF A PRIEST!" Careful Mordred, your Berserker is showing. Mordred is pointing Clarent towards the skies, her right arm holding the sword meant to be held with both arms up with no sign of it being a burden.
@You have quite the mouthy Servant for a Saber Class. It's a small wonder that someone like you entered the same Class as the King of Knights.@ Oh wow, he just had to go there… Oh shit, he pulled at Mordred's trigger.
I turn to look at her helme-nope, she has withdrawn her helmet, and the expression on her face is one of sheer murderous intent.
"Clarent Blood Arthur…" As Mordred uttered those words, I felt pain racing all across my nerves, like someone stabbed 25 red-hot iron bars throughout my body, and then poured gasoline onto them! I-Is this what Kariya felt like whenever the Crest Worms got agitated? No wonder he was going insane as the war drew to a close.
I collapse onto all fours as a red aura of sheer hate, and malice engulfed her sword. I can feel my strength fading away as the red aura around her sword grows.
[] I-I need to stop her before she drains all the energy from my body. -"MORDRED! STOP!"-
[] Damn you to the lowest pit of hell, Kirei Kotomine, along with all other versions of you! -"MORDERD! IS THIS HOW A KING SHOULD ACT TO INSULTS FROM A PETTY PRIEST?!"-
It seems like Mordred managed to hear me, even in her enraged state, as she lowers her sword and turns towards me, the pain, which I assume to be Prana, or was it, Od? Anyway, magical energy being drained from my Magic Circuits, fades away. Also, how the fuck do I have Magic Circuits- no, that's something to look into later, focus Alby! You have shit to do.
"Saber, that man takes delight in the suffering of others." I hoarsely state, doing my best to get up, only to fall back onto my knee. I look Mordred straight in the eye, trying my best not to fall back down.
"So, are you just a pathetic little girl who lets mere words enrage them to this point." I shakily get back onto my two feet. Now just to hammer in the point. "Or are you the knight who's worthy of succeeding King Arthur, the fucking Once and Future King? Huh! What's it gonna be, MORDRED!?" I shout, jabbing my ginger forward as I point at her, my chest heaving.
Holy shit, doing anime inspirational speeches where you were practically on your last legs was no joke.
[] Seriously Mordred, don't make do this again, it's embarrassing, not to mention taxing. Seriously, props to Kamina, and every other anime character who manages to pull off speeches on demand, even on fucking death's door.
[] I seriously fucking hope that I don't have to do this again. At least this time it wasn't in front of a lot of people. Also, whoo boy, that'd be the fatigue setting in. I manage to stop myself from falling, albeit barely.
Mordred's helmet pieces slid back into place, and her Clarent Blood Arthur deactivates, the last bits of the burning red energy fade away.
@Well that was, I believe the current generation calls it, "anticlimactic"?@
[] "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" I shout, pointing at where that condescending bastard priest's voice came from
[] "…" I, I'm honestly done with your shit, Kirei. You give people who enjoy Schadenfreude a bad name, and so, I flip thee twice.
@Well that was rather uncouth, but I suppose if the Servant fits...@
Oh god no, he's enjoying this. Fuck off, you shitty priest!
@But alas, as much as I have enjoyed our little talk, there are other matters that I need to address, so feel free to show yourself and your Servant out.@
And with those words, a large, double door appeared at the edge of the arena.
[] I sighed in relief at the appearance of the door. As soon as I got to my assigned room, I'd look into the fact that I have fucking Magic Circuits. I mean, could that mean that I could make my own Familiar to fight against other Masters?
[] You know what Kirei? You're still a piece of shit, but thanks for the door. But I swear to fucking god, if that turns out to be a prank, I will fucking murder your ass on the final week, just before the match.
And it seems like Mordred also shared in my desire to leave, as she turned to face me. "Well Master, shall we go?" she asked, and I notice that her tone is, dare I say, less confident than before? The cockiness is still there, but now a bit subdued.
[] I nod as I took a few shaky steps, still enough energy in me to avoid kissing the ground. As I make my way towards the door, Mordred right beside me, I address her.
-"Mordred, know this, that man is an expert at psychological warfare, and he is the one in charge of this war, so him making that insult was matter of when, not a matter of if. Be glad that it wasn't in a situation where you could have actually attempted to attack him."- I didn't want to even imagine how the Moon Cell would've reacted to Mordred attacking the Overseer of the war.
-"This is a game to that man. If you give in, then he wins."- I took no shame in quoting TeamFourStar, if it meant that Mordred wouldn't fall for similar insults in the case that her identity became known to my opponent.
Of course, I knew that simply telling her not to respond to insults, she was too passion-driven to follow orders like that, so the best option was to make it a matter of pride to her.
[] –"Master I-"- I interrupt Mordred before she can finish.
-"Listen to me Mordred, while yes, you over-reacted, the blame doesn't solely rest upon your shoulders."- 40% is on you, while 50% is on Kirei's, and the rest is on me. I should have foreseen the shitty priest making that insult sooner or later. Thankfully, that little episode revealed a few important factors, both about myself and my Servant.
-"…Thank you Master."-
-"Don't mention it."- I earnestly reply to Mordred.
As Mordred and I go through the door, we come out of the very same dead end that I had entered through, but now, everything had that blue tint I was familiar from the game, and awaiting us there was.
[] "Are you hurt?" Who else but Sakura Matou in a doctor's jacket. MEDI~C!
[] Sakura Matou and Tige-Is that a tiger-striped Shinai?
So, how was the chapter?
Also, here are Mordred's Servant parameters, just so that there aren't any confusions about it.
[X] Alby Votes: 9
[X] "I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything to my classmates." Votes: 9
[X] "Talented in two-timing and wanking perhaps, but at least I don't shirk from my duties." Votes: 7
[X] "At this point, it's a game. If he gives in, I win, and he knows that." I answer with a grin. Votes: 7
[X] I grin at him "So what? We both know that she'll just jump back up." Votes: 8
[X] Hakunon. 2: Passing through the preliminaries came first. I couldn't let myself simply fade away, not without a fight. Votes: 11
[X] Too bad I wasn't about to be a sheep for the slaughter. Votes: 8
[X] I remembered what happened to the Prologue-character and the player characters in the original game, and I wasn't going to bet my life on a Heroic Spirit appearing in the nick of time of save me. Votes: 9
[X] I'm not about to bet my life on a Class known for always dying at the worst possible time, the worst for their masters that is, but great for the other Masters. Votes: 7
[X] All I could hope that I got a Servant who wouldn't stab me in the back. Votes: 10
[X] Effigy, go for a punch, then follow up with a left kick, followed up by a punch. Votes: 8
[X] Go for the legs, and whatever you do, don't stop until they're destroyed. I issue these commands knowing that I'll have to fight once my effigy crumbles. Votes: 10
[X] I grasp my impromptu weapon, ready for the Foe to come at me. "I'm not going to die without a fight." Votes: 9
[X] Dammit all to hell! I'M NOT GOING TO LET IT END HERE! Votes: 5 for real
[X] "Talented in two-timing and wanking perhaps, but at least I don't shirk from my duties." Votes: 7
[X] "At this point, it's a game. If he gives in, I win, and he knows that." I answer with a grin. Votes: 7
[X] I grin at him "So what? We both know that she'll just jump back up." Votes: 8
[X] Hakunon. 2: Passing through the preliminaries came first. I couldn't let myself simply fade away, not without a fight. Votes: 11
[X] Too bad I wasn't about to be a sheep for the slaughter. Votes: 8
[X] I remembered what happened to the Prologue-character and the player characters in the original game, and I wasn't going to bet my life on a Heroic Spirit appearing in the nick of time of save me. Votes: 9
[X] I'm not about to bet my life on a Class known for always dying at the worst possible time, the worst for their masters that is, but great for the other Masters. Votes: 7
[X] All I could hope that I got a Servant who wouldn't stab me in the back. Votes: 10
[X] Effigy, go for a punch, then follow up with a left kick, followed up by a punch. Votes: 8
[X] Go for the legs, and whatever you do, don't stop until they're destroyed. I issue these commands knowing that I'll have to fight once my effigy crumbles. Votes: 10
[X] I grasp my impromptu weapon, ready for the Foe to come at me. "I'm not going to die without a fight." Votes: 9
[X] Dammit all to hell! I'M NOT GOING TO LET IT END HERE! Votes: 5 for real
As I looked upon my Servant, and analyzed her armor, her weapon and despite the power of her helmet, recognizing her was all too easy. She was…
[] Mordred, Knight of Londinium. The illegitimate child of King Arthur, or rather Arturia Pendragon, and Morgan le Fay, whom despite all her skill in battle wasn't acknowledged as someone fit for kingship by her own father. And so, in anger, she attempted a coup when her father was away, but in the same move she showed that she could take advantage of an opportune moment, beginning her rebellion when the country itself was discontent with Arthuria.
Honestly, the Moon Cell chose quite a fitting Servant for me. Although nowhere near perfect, she was still a serviceable Servant, considering the possible alternatives.
"I ask you, are you my Master?" Mordred asks once more, her sword striking the ground as she lays both of her hands on top of the Clarent's pommel.
[] "I will do my best to make sure that we win this war… Mordred, or would you prefer to be called Saber?"
She flinches at my answer, momentarily touching her helmet to make sure that yes, it was still on. "How do you know my identity!" She asks- no, demands me to give her an answer. I see how she shifted her grip on her sword, her right arm moving from the pommel to the grip as she points at me with her left.Mordred: How could he possibly have ignored my helmet's power?
I rise up from the floor, and answer her…
[] "How could I not recognize the famous Knight who managed to inflict a fatal wound onto the legendary King of Knights." I answer with short bow. Just take a few pages out of how Tokiomi handled Gilgamesh, show the right amount of reverence, and praise, and even the most egoistical of Servants wouldn't act out. So what if Twice was watching, the guy had probably already faced Mordred, or seen her, so trying to hide it from him was practically useless.
It seems like Mordred accepted my answer, as Clarent's blade remains pointed down at the ground, away from me.
"And if I'm it's any consolation, I'm far more glad that it was you who was summoned instead of your father." I add, a small earnest smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
[] Not only was her Battle Continuation Ranked B, but her Helm of Hidden Infidelity would serve in limiting the information m-no, our opponents could obtain on her. But, that didn't mean that I should have her be walking about in plain sight.
Even with her armor, Mordred's posture is more than telling of the smirk on her face, even if it is covered by her helmet. I can almost visualize it.
[Servant: Mordred_C:Sbr has been partnered with Master: Alby_Ó_Catháin. Adding Command Seals...]
[] I bit my lower lip as the Command Seals formed. I refused to show such weakness in front of my Servant. FUuuUUCK! That stung like hell. Also, fun note, apparently, the Moon Cell didn't use SAO's stupid way of showing damage, as evident by the coppery taste on my lips. I promptly spit out the blood from my mouth, onto the stained glass.
"Well, that hurt way less than I imagined." I turn to address Mordred."So, how should I address you? I can't exactly refer to you by your title, as those are just as likely to reveal your identity." I ask my Servant, who puts her hand to her chin, Clarent fading away.
"Hmm… Saber or Red will do Mas-" She pauses as she looks down at my hands. "Master, where are your Command Seals?"
[] I respond by drawing back my right sleeve, revealing my Command Seals, thinking about how I can use my Command Seal-free hands to my advantage.
Mordred nods, before looking around us. "Um, Master? How do we get out of here? Should we try fighting our way out" she asks, lifting her sword.
[] "Just give it a moment. The AI's probably going to give some "grandiose speech" before letting us out." I say, a bit antsy. Shouldn't the system have given some kind of explanation on Command Seals the moment I got them, or did the system only make those who knew nothing go through the tutorial.
@I'll have you know, if I had my way, the necessary information would be given once the Master and Servant exit this test arena.@
Speak of the devil, and his Grand Priest shall appear.
[] I turned my head towards the skies, where the voice of the AI!Kirei had come from. "Oh, so now you speak." To be honest, even though I knew that this wasn't the real Kotomine Kirei, I still didn't trust it. The Game had shown that the AI could make changes to the Arenas whenever it "felt bored", so the possibility of this world's Kirei taking over the AI component was quite high. Hell, maybe Kirei had already taken over the AI, but he was content on entertaining himself with watching Masters killing one another.
@Oh? And here I thought that a Master as skilled as you wouldn't need a "tutorial AI". How foolish of me, allow me to fix that.@
Wow, I think I understand a small amount of Rin's hate for Kirei's voice now. The guy really knows how to make his very tone feel like it's insulting you and everything you care about.
Wow, I think this is the fastest a digital entity has managed to earn my sheer spite. Well, discounting Cynthia from Awakening. Seriously, did all of Sumia's stupidity go to her? Fuck that numpty of a girl! Anyway, back onto Kirei, as I ignore his speech, which I recognize to be a part of the in-game one he gives to Hakuno/Hakunon. Anyway, I'll ignore his little speech, as it's just the canon stuff I already know.
From what I remember of him, he is supposed to be an AI based on a previous participant, I.E, the original Kirei Kotomine of this world. Obviously with Twice waiting on the road to the Moon Cell's Holy Grail, Kirei, or the winner of his tournament didn't succeed in attaining their wish. So, he got eliminated, and the Grail decided to use him as an overseer for this iteration of the tournament.
That meant that it was quite likely that the other Masters from Fate/Zero were also participants recorded in the Moon Cell's archives. Now, it was also quite likely that due to butterfly effects, some of them didn't exist in this timeline, and this all depended on how recent Kirei's tournament was, but…
[] If Kiritsugu still existed in this timeline, and his Origin Bullets were in the archives, then I could try accessing the Code Cast version of them, if those even existed. And with those, even the strongest of Magi would be easy to deal with, especially Archer if he appeared in this timeline. And hell, even if Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets didn't exist, I could try finding something that would work. Hell, I'd be satisfied with an Azoth Sword, or Bazett's Fragarach.
Now, accessing the Moon Cell's archives might've sounded dangerous, but considering how even that moron Gatou had been able to make himself a custom avatar, and how Julius had been able to hack into participant profiles, which were supposed to remain secret, I figure I'd be able to at least piggy-back onto someone's hacking, and access some of the data the Moon Cell had amassed.
"Grr…WOULD GET ON WITH IT, YOU POOR EXCUSE OF A PRIEST!" Careful Mordred, your Berserker is showing. Mordred is pointing Clarent towards the skies, her right arm holding the sword meant to be held with both arms up with no sign of it being a burden.
@You have quite the mouthy Servant for a Saber Class. It's a small wonder that someone like you entered the same Class as the King of Knights.@ Oh wow, he just had to go there… Oh shit, he pulled at Mordred's trigger.
I turn to look at her helme-nope, she has withdrawn her helmet, and the expression on her face is one of sheer murderous intent.
"Clarent Blood Arthur…" As Mordred uttered those words, I felt pain racing all across my nerves, like someone stabbed 25 red-hot iron bars throughout my body, and then poured gasoline onto them! I-Is this what Kariya felt like whenever the Crest Worms got agitated? No wonder he was going insane as the war drew to a close.
I collapse onto all fours as a red aura of sheer hate, and malice engulfed her sword. I can feel my strength fading away as the red aura around her sword grows.
[] Damn you to the lowest pit of hell, Kirei Kotomine, along with all other versions of you! -"MORDERD! IS THIS HOW A KING SHOULD ACT TO INSULTS FROM A PETTY PRIEST?!"-
It seems like Mordred managed to hear me, even in her enraged state, as she lowers her sword and turns towards me, the pain, which I assume to be Prana, or was it, Od? Anyway, magical energy being drained from my Magic Circuits, fades away. Also, how the fuck do I have Magic Circuits- no, that's something to look into later, focus Alby! You have shit to do.
"Saber, that man takes delight in the suffering of others." I hoarsely state, doing my best to get up, only to fall back onto my knee. I look Mordred straight in the eye, trying my best not to fall back down.
"So, are you just a pathetic little girl who lets mere words enrage them to this point." I shakily get back onto my two feet. Now just to hammer in the point. "Or are you the knight who's worthy of succeeding King Arthur, the fucking Once and Future King? Huh! What's it gonna be, MORDRED!?" I shout, jabbing my ginger forward as I point at her, my chest heaving.
Holy shit, doing anime inspirational speeches where you were practically on your last legs was no joke.
[] I seriously fucking hope that I don't have to do this again. At least this time it wasn't in front of a lot of people. Also, whoo boy, that'd be the fatigue setting in. I manage to stop myself from falling, albeit barely.
Mordred's helmet pieces slid back into place, and her Clarent Blood Arthur deactivates, the last bits of the burning red energy fade away.
@Well that was, I believe the current generation calls it, "anticlimactic"?@
[] "…" I, I'm honestly done with your shit, Kirei. You give people who enjoy Schadenfreude a bad name, and so, I flip thee twice.
@Well that was rather uncouth, but I suppose if the Servant fits...@
Oh god no, he's enjoying this. Fuck off, you shitty priest!
@But alas, as much as I have enjoyed our little talk, there are other matters that I need to address, so feel free to show yourself and your Servant out.@
And with those words, a large, double door appeared at the edge of the arena.
[] I sighed in relief at the appearance of the door. As soon as I got to my assigned room, I'd look into the fact that I have fucking Magic Circuits. I mean, could that mean that I could make my own Familiar to fight against other Masters?
And it seems like Mordred also shared in my desire to leave, as she turned to face me. "Well Master, shall we go?" she asked, and I notice that her tone is, dare I say, less confident than before? The cockiness is still there, but now a bit subdued.
[] –"Master I-"- I interrupt Mordred before she can finish.
-"Listen to me Mordred, while yes, you over-reacted, the blame doesn't solely rest upon your shoulders."- 40% is on you, while 50% is on Kirei's, and the rest is on me. I should have foreseen the shitty priest making that insult sooner or later. Thankfully, that little episode revealed a few important factors, both about myself and my Servant.
-"…Thank you Master."-
-"Don't mention it."- I earnestly reply to Mordred.
As Mordred and I go through the door, we come out of the very same dead end that I had entered through, but now, everything had that blue tint I was familiar from the game, and awaiting us there was.
[] "Are you hurt?" Who else but Sakura Matou in a doctor's jacket. MEDI~C!
So, how was the chapter?
Also, here are Mordred's Servant parameters, just so that there aren't any confusions about it.
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[X] Mordred, Knight of Londinium. The illegitimate child of King Arthur, or rather Arturia Pendragon, and Morgan le Fay, whom despite all her skill in battle wasn't acknowledged as someone fit for kingship by her own father. And so, in anger, she attempted a coup when her father was away, but in the same move she showed that she could take advantage of an opportune moment, beginning her rebellion when the country itself was discontent with Arthuria.
[X] "I will do my best to make sure that we win this war… Mordred, or would you prefer to be called Saber?"
[X] "How could I not recognize the famous Knight who managed to inflict a fatal wound onto the legendary King of Knights." I answer with short bow. Just take a few pages out of how Tokiomi handled Gilgamesh, show the right amount of reverence, and praise, and even the most egoistical of Servants wouldn't act out. So what if Twice was watching, the guy had probably already faced Mordred, or seen her, so trying to hide it from him was practically useless.
[X] Not only was her Battle Continuation Ranked B, but her Helm of Hidden Infidelity would serve in limiting the information m-no, our opponents could obtain on her. But, that didn't mean that I should have her be walking about in plain sight.
[X] I bit my lower lip as the Command Seals formed. I refused to show such weakness in front of my Servant. FUuuUUCK! That stung like hell. Also, fun note, apparently, the Moon Cell didn't use SAO's stupid way of showing damage, as evident by the coppery taste on my lips. I promptly spit out the blood from my mouth, onto the stained glass.
[X] I respond by drawing back my right sleeve, revealing my Command Seals, thinking about how I can use my Command Seal-free hands to my advantage.
[X] "Just give it a moment. The AI's probably going to give some "grandiose speech" before letting us out." I say, a bit antsy. Shouldn't the system have given some kind of explanation on Command Seals the moment I got them, or did the system only make those who knew nothing go through the tutorial.
[X] I turned my head towards the skies, where the voice of the AI!Kirei had come from. "Oh, so now you speak." To be honest, even though I knew that this wasn't the real Kotomine Kirei, I still didn't trust it. The Game had shown that the AI could make changes to the Arenas whenever it "felt bored", so the possibility of this world's Kirei taking over the AI component was quite high. Hell, maybe Kirei had already taken over the AI, but he was content on entertaining himself with watching Masters killing one another.
[X] If Kiritsugu still existed in this timeline, and his Origin Bullets were in the archives, then I could try accessing the Code Cast version of them, if those even existed. And with those, even the strongest of Magi would be easy to deal with, especially Archer if he appeared in this timeline. And hell, even if Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets didn't exist, I could try finding something that would work. Hell, I'd be satisfied with an Azoth Sword, or Bazett's Fragarach.
[X] Damn you to the lowest pit of hell, Kirei Kotomine, along with all other versions of you! -"MORDERD! IS THIS HOW A KING SHOULD ACT TO INSULTS FROM A PETTY PRIEST?!"-
[X] I seriously fucking hope that I don't have to do this again. At least this time it wasn't in front of a lot of people. Also, whoo boy, that'd be the fatigue setting in. I manage to stop myself from falling, albeit barely.
[X] "…" I, I'm honestly done with your shit, Kirei. You give people who enjoy Schadenfreude a bad name, and so, I flip thee twice.
[X] I sighed in relief at the appearance of the door. As soon as I got to my assigned room, I'd look into the fact that I have fucking Magic Circuits. I mean, could that mean that I could make my own Familiar to fight against other Masters?
[X] –"Master I-"- I interrupt Mordred before she can finish.
[X] "Are you hurt?" Who else but Sakura Matou in a doctor's jacket. MEDI~C!
[X] "I will do my best to make sure that we win this war… Mordred, or would you prefer to be called Saber?"
[X] "How could I not recognize the famous Knight who managed to inflict a fatal wound onto the legendary King of Knights." I answer with short bow. Just take a few pages out of how Tokiomi handled Gilgamesh, show the right amount of reverence, and praise, and even the most egoistical of Servants wouldn't act out. So what if Twice was watching, the guy had probably already faced Mordred, or seen her, so trying to hide it from him was practically useless.
[X] Not only was her Battle Continuation Ranked B, but her Helm of Hidden Infidelity would serve in limiting the information m-no, our opponents could obtain on her. But, that didn't mean that I should have her be walking about in plain sight.
[X] I bit my lower lip as the Command Seals formed. I refused to show such weakness in front of my Servant. FUuuUUCK! That stung like hell. Also, fun note, apparently, the Moon Cell didn't use SAO's stupid way of showing damage, as evident by the coppery taste on my lips. I promptly spit out the blood from my mouth, onto the stained glass.
[X] I respond by drawing back my right sleeve, revealing my Command Seals, thinking about how I can use my Command Seal-free hands to my advantage.
[X] "Just give it a moment. The AI's probably going to give some "grandiose speech" before letting us out." I say, a bit antsy. Shouldn't the system have given some kind of explanation on Command Seals the moment I got them, or did the system only make those who knew nothing go through the tutorial.
[X] I turned my head towards the skies, where the voice of the AI!Kirei had come from. "Oh, so now you speak." To be honest, even though I knew that this wasn't the real Kotomine Kirei, I still didn't trust it. The Game had shown that the AI could make changes to the Arenas whenever it "felt bored", so the possibility of this world's Kirei taking over the AI component was quite high. Hell, maybe Kirei had already taken over the AI, but he was content on entertaining himself with watching Masters killing one another.
[X] If Kiritsugu still existed in this timeline, and his Origin Bullets were in the archives, then I could try accessing the Code Cast version of them, if those even existed. And with those, even the strongest of Magi would be easy to deal with, especially Archer if he appeared in this timeline. And hell, even if Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets didn't exist, I could try finding something that would work. Hell, I'd be satisfied with an Azoth Sword, or Bazett's Fragarach.
[X] Damn you to the lowest pit of hell, Kirei Kotomine, along with all other versions of you! -"MORDERD! IS THIS HOW A KING SHOULD ACT TO INSULTS FROM A PETTY PRIEST?!"-
[X] I seriously fucking hope that I don't have to do this again. At least this time it wasn't in front of a lot of people. Also, whoo boy, that'd be the fatigue setting in. I manage to stop myself from falling, albeit barely.
[X] "…" I, I'm honestly done with your shit, Kirei. You give people who enjoy Schadenfreude a bad name, and so, I flip thee twice.
[X] I sighed in relief at the appearance of the door. As soon as I got to my assigned room, I'd look into the fact that I have fucking Magic Circuits. I mean, could that mean that I could make my own Familiar to fight against other Masters?
[X] –"Master I-"- I interrupt Mordred before she can finish.
[X] "Are you hurt?" Who else but Sakura Matou in a doctor's jacket. MEDI~C!
I stare at Sakura, feeling somewhat confused on how exactly she exists in the Moon Cell. I mean, the Moon Cell only uses dead people as AIs right? But then why is Rin the same age, probably older than her canonical F/SN counterpart?
[] Could it be that Sakura and Rin were never siblings in this timeline?
Regardless, I answer her.
[] "My whole body feels like it's burning from the inside out. So you tell me if I'm hurt." I flinch at the phantom pain from what I presume to be my Magic Circuits.
"Then please follow me so that we can treat your injuries before the war begins" she says, turning to walk towards the infirmary, which honestly should logically be right adjacent to the arena's entrance, well, unless you wanted to risk the participants succumbing to poison mere footsteps before reaching the infirmary.
To my surprise, instead of any traditional methods of treatment, Sakura merely waves her hand, a rectangular screen about two meters tall, and 1.5 meters wide appearing in mid-air.
"Hm…Well, the good news is that you'll be able to take part in the war, and that you only sustained minor injuries, which should heal up in a week or so." She said as she opened up one of the desk drawers, and withdrew a hand-held device, that all in all reminded me of those little handheld things from Digimon 02, if only a bit sleeker and less goofy looking.
"Here, you'll need this as a Master participating in the Holy Grail War." I accept the device as she hands it to me.
«Key Item: [Portable Terminal] has been acquired!»
«Gamer_V3.6.EXE booting up…»
I ignore the box of text that momentarily popped up. I'd look into it later, and see what kind of features I had available to myself.
"Hm? How is this small plate useful? Is it some kind of weapon?" Mordred spoke up, looming over my shoulder as she looked at the device. Apparently she felt no need to hide herself, least of all in here. Granted, she wasn't completely wrong, as her Noble Phantasm does hide her identity, but still, certain things about her could be discovered even with her helmet on, such as her class, which would help in narrowing down her true identity.
"Ah, no Saber-san. It's more of a utility tool for Masters." Sakura explained. I already knew that it would send a message about whenever one of the keys needed to enter the elimination match, along with other kind of information, but to be honest, I was also interested in what other functions it had.
"You see, in 5 days, the war will begin, and SE.RA.PH will send you a message, with your opponent's name in it." She continued.
Mordred crossed her arms, nodding in understanding. "I see, too bad it's only a name, instead of a picture."
[] I nod in agreement. While Hakuno/Hakunon might've had the opportunity to meet face-to-face with his/her opponents without any real effort, I wouldn't have the same privilege, which would make tracking down my opponent much harder, unless I managed to get lucky and get people whom I recognized.
Sakura narrowed her eyes at Mordred's complaint. "Well, the terminal does have other features, like giving Masters an inventory to store items they find in the arena, and a basic access to Code Casting." Huh, so the game mechanics weren't, well, just Game mechanics. Absently, I wondered if us Masters had stats like the servants did.
And since everything here was digital, including our minds, wouldn't that mean that I could download the theoretical knowledge of different magecrafts, and Code Casts? Now, of course, I probably couldn't affect any participants, but profiles about non-contestants, or dead contestants, both from this war and the previous ones.
Now, I had two options before me, I could either ask Sakura, the AI who was assigned by the Moon Cell to act as a medic about whether or not I could download the research and skills of previous masters, and whether or not that was even safe to attempt.
BUT on the other hand, if it wasn't allowed, I'd immediately get slapped with a punishment.
[] Ask her about it. There could be a substantial risk with altering your own data.
[] Don't ask her. Better to not risk getting punished by the Moon Cell before the war even began.
"Well master, what's your plan for the war?" Mordred asked, leaning against the wall as I sit at the desk, turning to address her.
As it turns out, the Fate/Extra game's representation of the private rooms was off the mark, and the Manga's is more accurate, as my room is the size of a classroom, thankfully with two beds, one at each end of the room, with a desk sitting right in front of the windows. (Note to self: either find a way to make the glass unbreakable, or find some other way to barricade it to prevent a long-range Assassin, or an archer just picking me off before a proper battle could even begin.)
And it seems like the stuff from our Student-selves carried over to our private rooms, as a pretty high-tech computer sat underneath the desk, three different screens on the table, along with a keyboard and a mouse, all of which I remembered the Student version of me owning.
[] "I'm glad you asked that Mo- Saber." I catch myself before I completely say her name, remembering to respect her wish. "I'd actually like to hear your opinion of it." After all, she actually participated in real combat, and even plotted a coup that did result in the King's death, so she was bound to have at least a few good ideas for how to progress in this tournament. Although, considering how she was more than likely used to a proper war, instead of a Tournament with rules, it was likely that her input wouldn't be as effective.
"See, our main asset in this war will be anonymity, both mine and yours." I rise up from my chair, a somewhat confident smile on my face. To be honest, without any proper info on my opponent, nor a way for me to currently fight, well, other than me supplying Mordred with energy, our combat strategy was limited to "Let Mordred fight while I hide and try to survive", and I knew that if any of the more powerful Masters decided to do the smart thing and attack the Master while the Servants kept each other busy, I'd be dead.
"So, you plan to use my passive Noble Phantasm to our advantage?" Mordred might've phrased it like a question, but it was obvious that she was asking for confirmation.
I nod. "The longer we can keep our opponent unaware of your strengths, weakness' and identity, the more time we have to find out theirs." I fold my hands behind my back.
"A solid plan, but what if our opponents do find out about my identity?"
"We'll deal with that once it becomes an issue." I wasn't quite sure how three turns from the game would translate into here, so we were better off not attacking masters before the elimination match. "However, we will employ a multi-layered plan to hiding your identity."
"The first layer will be that you won't be addressed by your Name or any personal titles." We were already taking the steps to this by me asking how she'd prefer to be referred to. Red was generic enough, although dangerous close to her real name, and Saber was a class, and there were many Heroic Spirits who could fall under that class, so referring to her by her Class wasn't a big risk.
"The second; I ask you to stay in your spiritual form while we are in this school." If Mordred stayed hidden, then our opponents would be hard pressed to find any info about her.
"Third; I ask you not to use your Blood Arthur until the elimination match, or if our lives are at stake, and there's no other way out." Granted, the second layer wasn't a fool-proof one, as Mordred would have to stay visible during our excursions into the Arena, but as long as she didn't use her Clarent Blood Arthur, then her Secret of Pedigree would stay active.
She was obviously a Saber class, her weapon gave it away, so her Class skills being visible while in the arena wouldn't be that big of an issue.
"Hm, good enough, for someone who hasn't fought in battle before." Ouch Mordred, your words wound me so.
[The very next day. 4 days until the start of the HGW…]
«Gamer_V3.6.EXE has finished installation…»
Trying to make good use of the 4 days I had left before the start of the war, I…
[] Attempted hacking into the Moon Cell's archives in preparation for when the Masters would be announced. If there was an easy spot where I could access the Moon Cell's records, then it would be the library.
Oh, hello Kayneth's Profile Data, you won't mind if I "borrow" some skills? Of course you don't, you're dead.
Alright, so I'm not going to lie, I wasn't all there when I wrote this chapter, just graduated from Lybecker's Game and Animation course, and well, depression hit me HARD, but y'know, I'm getting better.
EDIT: Alright, so I'm about to start writing the next chapter, but there's one little tie. Once that tie is broken, I can start making the next chapter.
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Mordred Route Chapter 4: Crime
- Location
- Finland
[X] Could it be that Sakura and Rin were never siblings in this timeline?
[X] "My whole body feels like it's burning from the inside out. So you tell me if I'm hurt." I flinch at the phantom pain from what I presume to be my Magic Circuits.
[X] I nod in agreement. While Hakuno/Hakunon might've had the opportunity to meet face-to-face with his/her opponents without any real effort, I wouldn't have the same privilege, which would make tracking down my opponent much harder, unless I managed to get lucky and get people whom I recognized.
[X] "I'm glad you asked that Mo- Saber." I catch myself before I completely say her name, remembering to respect her wish. "I'd actually like to hear your opinion of it." After all, she actually participated in real combat, and even plotted a coup that did result in the King's death, so she was bound to have at least a few good ideas for how to progress in this tournament. Although, considering how she was more than likely used to a proper war, instead of a Tournament with rules, it was likely that her input wouldn't be as effective.
[X] "My whole body feels like it's burning from the inside out. So you tell me if I'm hurt." I flinch at the phantom pain from what I presume to be my Magic Circuits.
[X] I nod in agreement. While Hakuno/Hakunon might've had the opportunity to meet face-to-face with his/her opponents without any real effort, I wouldn't have the same privilege, which would make tracking down my opponent much harder, unless I managed to get lucky and get people whom I recognized.
[X] "I'm glad you asked that Mo- Saber." I catch myself before I completely say her name, remembering to respect her wish. "I'd actually like to hear your opinion of it." After all, she actually participated in real combat, and even plotted a coup that did result in the King's death, so she was bound to have at least a few good ideas for how to progress in this tournament. Although, considering how she was more than likely used to a proper war, instead of a Tournament with rules, it was likely that her input wouldn't be as effective.
[X] Don't ask her. Better to not risk getting punished by the Moon Cell before the war even began.
As much as I wanted to ask Sakura whether or not what I planned to do was safe or not, I couldn't risk it, especially since in comparison to other Masters, I was without a doubt, much, MUCH weaker in terms of combat capability.
"So, am I allowed to leave?"
"Yes, you're in fit condition. Your room is on the second floor, Class 2-C. Your password is 063-675" With that, I left the Infirmary.
And although I had Mordred right by my side, I still wasted no time in getting up to the second floor, and then to Classroom 2-C. I wasn't sure if anyone had gotten Assassin as their Servant, but Julius had seemed to be "awake", so I wasn't about to risk getting assassinated. I refused to die in such a helpless way.
[X] Attempted hacking into the Moon Cell's archives in preparation for when the Masters would be announced. If there was an easy spot where I could access the Moon Cell's records, then it would be the library.
"So, how long will this operation take?" Mordred asks as I take out my terminal from my duffel bag, setting said bag on the floor, and the terminal on a table. When I tried explaining my plan of hacking into the Moon Cell's archives, I had to use a more basic metaphor of a thief sneaking into a castle to steal magical tomes, and then she understood it.
"It'll take a while, so keep an eye out for any Assassins, or if one of the A.Is come this way." I say as my terminal projected a keyboard and a screen for me. Ignoring the effects that wouldn't be out of place from a sci-fi movie, I get to work…
Aaannnd promptly black out.
«Hacking…START!»
"Huh, this is…different from what I expected." I note to myself as I look at my surroundings. I stood before a massive Library, which I assumed to be the Moon Cell's representation of its archives. However, it was like someone had taken a library, made it in Blender, and then stripped it of any texture, leaving behind only dark blue surfaces and light blue edges.
And surrounding it was a barbwire fence, colored red. And no rewards were given for guessing what that represented.
Alright, so first I need to find a way through the firewall, and no, I'm not going to try just climbing over it, as that'd be dumb. I look at the ground, which was like the building itself, dark blue with a light blue grid.
Alright, so trying to dig my way in is a no-go.
And so, I start walking around the edge of the firewall-fence, both scouting out the inner defenses, and trying to spot some kind of weak point, or hidden entrance through it.
Oddly enough, I don't see any guards, watchtowers, cameras, or really any kind of security measures aside from the fence. You'd think that considering the Moon Cell's purpose is to observe and record the earth, the archives would be its own personal Alcatraz, or an impregnable fortress, but no, it looks like a regular library, well, aside from the 3D polygon look, but that's practically everywhere in its visual design.
Eventually, I do see a possible way in.
"Ugh, this going to suck…" I hold my breath as I descend into the hole, the garbage data, represented by sewage splashing as I wade through it. Jesus tap-dancing Christ, the Moon Cell didn't have to actually replicate the sewage smell. I had enough of that shit when I was strapped for cash and worked with garbage trucks.
«You have entered a Hostile Area. Proceed with caution…»
Okay, I'm seriously starting to consider whether or not I have The Gamer, and to be honest, I hope I do, even just the ability to learn things quickly, as I fucking know that I don't have Gamer's Mind nor Gamer's Body, since I have felt pain, and fear, most definitely fear.
I practically jump up the ladder once I spot a manhole cover, pushing it up slightly, and once I confirm that I'm inside the building, I move it aside, and climb out into what seems like a janitor's closet. I try the door, but it's locked, and so, I look around the place, before finally locking onto a ventilation shaft, which is surprisingly enough big enough for me to crawl through.
As I crawl through the small space, I can't help but be both reminded of heist movies, and question exactly why there even was a sewage pipe, or a ventilation shaft. Perhaps this was all simply an analogue for my mind hacking it's way here.
After what feels like hours of crawling, checking if I found the right room, then more crawling, I finally find the archives.
"Well, shit…" I grumble as I stare at the vast room before me. The archives took the form of a gigantic library, with bookcases tall enough to tower over me, each shelf about 3 meters tall, and just like the outside, the whole place was absent of proper texture, and the only differences were that the books that were more towards the back of the room were a darker shade than the ones on the shelf right in front of me.
Sighing, I walk over to the bookshelf right in front of me, and look at the names that were on the spines of the books as I walk by them, trying to recognize a name I knew would hold useful data. Sadly, I saw only names that I didn't recognize, aside from the last names of a few participants, like Harwey, Matou, Yggdmillenia -weren't those guys just an alliance of lesser families? - and Emiya.
And then I started to run into names I recognized a bit better, like Kairi Sisigou, Kariya Matou and surprisingly, Ryuunosuke. I mean, hey, if Shinji could be a 8-year old shit-kid in this reality, then sure, Ryuunosuke can be a Magus, or Spirit Hacker, as was the local term.
As I reached the end of the bookshelf, I noticed a plate on the wall of the shelf.
[674th Holy Grail War participants]
Shrugging at the number, I look at the books on the end of the row, and smile like a giddy child when I saw the names on two of the books.
Kiritsugu Emiya and Kayneth El-Melloi. The two main targets of my little information heist.
However, I do cock an eyebrow as I notice that the shade of Kiritsugu's book was dimmer than Kayneth's. Granted, neither one of them were exactly the brightest lightbulbs of the Christmas tree, but still, I could just barely make out Kiritsugu's name.
I take out Kiritsugu's book, intending to find out what it holds, and hopefully, find that he has the same skills he did in the Fuyuki's fourth Grail War…and of course hope that taking out a book from the shelf doesn't trigger an alarm of some sort.
And to my relief, no alarm is triggered once the book leaves the shelf, however, I do notice that the book is held shut by a strap and button…
…You know what, I'm not going to fall for that. I'm just going to shove you into my duffel bag.
«Kiritsugu_Emiya.rar has been downloaded»
And feeling a bit greedy, I shove Kayneth's book into my bag as well. No reason not to take some precious data that's practically giftwrapped like that. Besides, his Volumen Hydrargyrum would prove to be handy, even on a completely hypothetical level.
«Kayneth_El_-_Melloi.rar has been downloaded»
Sadly, I see no mention of Tokiomi's file anywhere. Possibly due to the Tohsakas being mostly wiped out by the Harveys. Or perhaps the majority of the Tohsakas never took interest in the Moon Cell.
However, I do see that it's time for me to leave. Like, right now!
And how do I know that?
[Archive Hacking detected!! Activating countermeasures!!]
Oh you know, just a hunch.
So, as I reach where the ventilation shaft was, metal shutters descend in front of me, and around me, leaving me trapped like a rat.
And to add insult to injury, a red spotlight is directed at me -well, at least the Moon Cell has a flair for dramatics-, and I hope that I won't get deleted for this. I mean, it's not like I tampered with the Data of current participants, I was just browsing some old Data.
But before I can start pleading my case, I feel my nerves light up, as the system proceeds to bloody electrocute me into submission. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!
Hello darkness, my old friend…
«H4ck1ng_C0mpl3te!?»
As I open my eyes, I see that I'm back in the room provided to me. Okay, so Mordred dragged me back to my room.
-"Saber?"- I call out to Mordred.
-"Oh, you're awake."- she states, materializing next to my bed.
-"Yeah, about that, how long was I out?"-
-"An hour or so, give or take a minute."- she answers.
-"Uh-huh, and my terminal?"- I would be very much displeased if I lost all the data I worked my ass off to obtain. Plus, I wasn't sure whether or not I'd be able to hack back in, but if my hunch was right, that wouldn't be a problem.
-"In the bag."- Mordred replies, and as I rise up from my laying position, I wince slightly as my body aches.
Alright then, so ignoring that, let's see whether nor not the system let me keep the fruits of my labor.
"Hmm, I wonder what «Skills» I'll…get." Okay, so that's one more point to "I might have The Gamer" party.
[«Skills:»]
«Cc:_Structural Grasping» {Rank: c]
Active LV: 9/10
EXP: 18/1350
«Cc:_Reinforcement» {Rank: c]
Active LV: 8/10
EXP: /1200
«Spiritron_Hacking» {b+]
Passive LV: 5/10
EXP: 20/750
«Cc:_Territory Creation» {Rank: b]
Skill Tree
«Item Construction»{Rank: c]
Passive LV: 3/10
EXP: 150/600
«Cc:_hack»{Rank: d]
Active LV: 5/10
EXP: 430/750
«Cc:_shock»{Rank: d]
Active LV: 7/10
EXP: 40/1050
«Cc:_heal»{Rank: d]
Active LV: 3/10
EXP: 20/450
«Cc:_data_theft»{Rank: c]
Active LV: 6/10
EXP: 70/900
Active LV: 9/10
EXP: 18/1350
«Cc:_Reinforcement» {Rank: c]
Active LV: 8/10
EXP: /1200
«Spiritron_Hacking» {b+]
Passive LV: 5/10
EXP: 20/750
«Cc:_Territory Creation» {Rank: b]
Skill Tree
«Bounded Field set-up» {Rank: c+]
Passive LV: 7/10
EXP: 30/1400
«Bounded Field: Workshop» {Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 7/10
EXP: 25/1050
«Bounded Field: Poison Swamp»{Rank: c]
Active/Passive LV: 5/10
EXP: 45/750
«Bounded Field: Lag Zone»{Rank: c]
Active/Passive LV: 7/10
EXP: 15/1050
«Bounded Field: Firewall»{Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 9/10
EXP: 650/1350
«Bounded Field: Trap_hole»{Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 8/10
EXP: 430/1200
«Bounded Field: Antlion_attack»{Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 9/10
EXP: 200/1350
Passive LV: 7/10
EXP: 30/1400
«Bounded Field: Workshop» {Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 7/10
EXP: 25/1050
«Bounded Field: Poison Swamp»{Rank: c]
Active/Passive LV: 5/10
EXP: 45/750
«Bounded Field: Lag Zone»{Rank: c]
Active/Passive LV: 7/10
EXP: 15/1050
«Bounded Field: Firewall»{Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 9/10
EXP: 650/1350
«Bounded Field: Trap_hole»{Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 8/10
EXP: 430/1200
«Bounded Field: Antlion_attack»{Rank: b]
Active/Passive LV: 9/10
EXP: 200/1350
«Item Construction»{Rank: c]
Passive LV: 3/10
EXP: 150/600
«Cc:_hack»{Rank: d]
Active LV: 5/10
EXP: 430/750
«Cc:_shock»{Rank: d]
Active LV: 7/10
EXP: 40/1050
«Cc:_heal»{Rank: d]
Active LV: 3/10
EXP: 20/450
«Cc:_data_theft»{Rank: c]
Active LV: 6/10
EXP: 70/900
… Okay, why do I have skills when I haven't downloaded anything? But, at least I had a few skills to work with, although the amount of Bounded Field-type skills was somewhat odd, but not at all unwelcome. Heck, I had more than a few ideas on what I could do with those.
I mean, Shinji was able to spawn more money, and Rin was able to cause an item to appear in the store, so creating a weapon, or modifying one shouldn't be completely impossible. Heck, maybe I could even alter Clarent to recognize Mordred as its true wielder, if only even for a moment, then that would be a boon in battle…although I suppose that would be a pipe-dream.
"…«Status»." I mutter, just to see if a Stat sheet would pop up and possibly have an explanation.
[«Status»]
«Master»{D Rank]
Alby Ó Catháin. LV: 8
Servant: Mordred
HP: 80
MP: 105
STR: e 18
VIT: d 20
INT: b 41
DEX: d 22
AGI: d 21
LCK: e 11
MAG: c 35
Circuit Quality: c 30
Circuit Quantity: d 25
Alby Ó Catháin. LV: 8
Servant: Mordred
HP: 80
MP: 105
STR: e 18
VIT: d 20
INT: b 41
DEX: d 22
AGI: d 21
LCK: e 11
MAG: c 35
Circuit Quality: c 30
Circuit Quantity: d 25
Okay, so at least I have a good amount of Magic Circuits, but nothing that's of any real use. Now, let's get to the data I found.
I take out the terminal from my duffel bag, and then connect it to the PC in my room.
[«P_Terminal has been connected.»]
[«.rar files have been detected. Would you like to open these files?»]
«Y/N»
I press yes, and then I am greeted by an opponent most familiar to me… A loading screen!!
I spent the time waiting for the files to open…
[] Conversing with Mordred, ironing out our combat formation, with this new information in mind.
[] Checking out the features of «The Gamer». If it lacked the basic «Gamer's Mind» and «Gamer's Body», then it would be in my best interest to actually find out all the features.
Alright, so I hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry it took so long to make.
HP: How much damage the character can take before getting K.O'd, or killed, depending on how much damage is done. The formula is: LV X 5 + VIT (5 points in VIT=10 HP)
MP: Simply put, the amount of Magical Power that a character has access to without pushing themselves. Circuit Quality divided by 10, then multiply that by your Circuit Quantity then add QualityX10.
STR= Physical strength, how hard can you swing a weapon, or how far back they can pull a bow.
VIT= Physical endurance, life energy. Increases Od regeneration rate by 0.1% for every 10 points in this stat.
INT= How smart are you? Increases the regeneration rate of Od by 0.1% for every 10 points in this stat. Also makes it easier to learn new skills, giving an initial 5 EXP for each point in this stat.
DEX= Every 5 points will increase accuracy by 0.1%.
AGI= Increases movement speed, attack speed, and reload speed.
LUCK= Governs item drops, and critical hits.
MAG= Every 5 points in this stat increases the damage of Magecraft skills by 1%, and decreases the cost by the same amount. Forumla: The Quality rank of the Magic Circuits+ the INT rank, divided by 2.
Stat ranks:
Small letters are for humans, and generally speaking for Non-Servant level beings.
Big letters are for Servants, and generally speaking just assume that there's a 0 at the end.
Now, I'm not a Type Moon expert, so this hypothetical stat system isn't set in stone, so yeah, feel free to throw some advice at me.
MP: Simply put, the amount of Magical Power that a character has access to without pushing themselves. Circuit Quality divided by 10, then multiply that by your Circuit Quantity then add QualityX10.
- e=10
- d=20
- c=30
- b=40
- a=50
STR= Physical strength, how hard can you swing a weapon, or how far back they can pull a bow.
VIT= Physical endurance, life energy. Increases Od regeneration rate by 0.1% for every 10 points in this stat.
INT= How smart are you? Increases the regeneration rate of Od by 0.1% for every 10 points in this stat. Also makes it easier to learn new skills, giving an initial 5 EXP for each point in this stat.
DEX= Every 5 points will increase accuracy by 0.1%.
AGI= Increases movement speed, attack speed, and reload speed.
LUCK= Governs item drops, and critical hits.
MAG= Every 5 points in this stat increases the damage of Magecraft skills by 1%, and decreases the cost by the same amount. Forumla: The Quality rank of the Magic Circuits+ the INT rank, divided by 2.
Stat ranks:
Small letters are for humans, and generally speaking for Non-Servant level beings.
Big letters are for Servants, and generally speaking just assume that there's a 0 at the end.
Now, I'm not a Type Moon expert, so this hypothetical stat system isn't set in stone, so yeah, feel free to throw some advice at me.
Also, in case you were wondering about Alby having Skills he shouldn't have, well... let's just say that I took a bit of advice from a few lovely lads and lasses from our Type Moon forum.
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First three votes count.
- Location
- Finland
WOO! The first episode of Fate/Apocrypha sent chills going down my back!
...Too bad that we're still at a stalemate on which action Alby should take.As is the question of who his opponent will be, but eh, there's still a few chapters of this pre-war period.
And so, I ask the same question again, only this time, I'll take the first three votes, and two is enough for a choice to win.
[] Conversing with Mordred, ironing out our combat formation, with this new information in mind.
[] Checking out the features of «The Gamer». If it lacked the basic «Gamer's Mind» and «Gamer's Body», then it would be in my best interest to actually find out all the features.
...Too bad that we're still at a stalemate on which action Alby should take.As is the question of who his opponent will be, but eh, there's still a few chapters of this pre-war period.
And so, I ask the same question again, only this time, I'll take the first three votes, and two is enough for a choice to win.
[] Conversing with Mordred, ironing out our combat formation, with this new information in mind.
[] Checking out the features of «The Gamer». If it lacked the basic «Gamer's Mind» and «Gamer's Body», then it would be in my best interest to actually find out all the features.
Round 1 Enemy command seals.
- Location
- Finland
I spent the time inbetween writing chapters drawing original command seals for each opponents, and now that I have scanned them onto Firealpaca, I thought I'd share the Command Seals of the possible opponent masters of this round with you guys.
And just saying, these seals have nothing to do with their Servants.
And just saying, these seals have nothing to do with their Servants.