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Fate/Hollow Order

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Lord Marshal said:
[X] Try to convince Medea to come with you, to Chaldea.
[X] Write-in

Her words strike you like a sledgehammer, leaving you without breath, too surprised to take air from the hell around you.
How?
How could a magus, no, a Caster, one of the greatest magician of the entire history, let herself die in such a way?
Wasn't the only important thing for a magus his work?!
From the lowest to Lorelei herself no Magus would...should refuse a way too continues his studies, his work.
His life.
You can't understand.
Or more precisely you can, and that scare you because you shouldn't.
Joining Chaldea was error.
Helping Marche instead of seeking knowledge from your better was an error.
Even standing in front of everyone to protect them, while useful, was an error,
An terrible mistake for the rationale, cold Magus you should be....and something that the human you are would do all again in an heartbeat.
But this second, both concur and what you need to do.
Caster shall not forgotten, not by you.
One, the magus, give the words, the fluent language that all magus need to use while talking to an elder, a better; the other give you emotions, raw undiluted emotions that give your words weight.
Power.
-You don't care? The person responsible for all of this, for all that happened here is out there...and you are "content" with letting yourself die?
The same person that came flying from the sky, killed two servant and used a dagger against King Arthur is telling me that it's "content" to die while the person that created this mess and is going to do only the root knows what out there?!
Even I, that know you from less than a day, can't believe that a person like you would surrender like that!
I don't have the hubris to even start to imagine what it was to be here, but if you're telling that saving the world, not letting the bastard that made you so desperate and repaying your dept to the people that let you end all this is not enough, i will start laughing at you because you are really an horrible liar-
"And if you really don't know what to do with your life then become my Master"
<You said the last part out loud>
<...I can say i didn't meant in that way>
<you have horrible tastes,you only need to accept it>
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Write in because i had that phrase in the back of my mind for the whole time and i needed to write that.
And because it's a bit oblivious that our MC is not a magus in mentality, at least not completely(our fault i suspect.:p) and i wanted to show the fight between the two.
The Magus, that would ignore a person running away for his studies in magecraft
And the humans that...simply can't do that.
Blow yourself up or leave, i don't care which.
Use it or not, here my two cents.:D
P.S if you want to change something feel free to give your opinion to create the HOLY GRAIL....i mean, the HOLY WRITE-IN.
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could use some reformatting, but... not bad.
it breaks down a bit at the end, though.
 
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Write-in appeal; to pride? Mostly. Or maybe more to emotions? I dunno.

The world seems to slow to the speed of honey trickling down from a spoon at afternoon tea. It matches the feeling of your punch-drunk body, but the moment will be fleeting. You understand that instinctively even as emotions rapidly cycle through you, warring with each other. And a part of you just wants to leave well enough alone. There will be challenges enough on the return to Chaldea. The whole world is upside down.

But the whole world is also jeopardy. And whatever rest the Princess of Colchis has earned, the cold analytical mind of a Magus tells you she can't be allowed it. Her powers, her skills, her knowledge could be invaluable in the war ahead. And the chance to learn from observing a Caster from the Age of the Gods is an incalculable prize for any Magus. Chaldea needs her. And you need the opportunity to grow your skills that she represents.

And damn it, you're already tired of people just fading away.

"If you don't care," you grit out through teeth clinched in pain as your body shifts, "then come back with us. Please. We need you. Humanity's going to cease to exist if we fail. And we need you, Princess of Colchis, to help us stop that. And if nothing else this is a challenge worthy of your prowess. So are the stakes.

If we win, we win the entire world. A world full of possibilities. Maybe you can find something else to live for, in that world. But at least if you live long enough to save that world you can fade away knowing that you've shaped a new legend. What more could even this weak Magus of the modern era wish for?"

The world wavered, on the brink of the shift, and you waited breathlessly for her response.
 
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Cavalier said:
Write-in appeal; to pride? Mostly. Or maybe more to emotions? I dunno.

The world seems to slow to the speed of honey trickling down from a spoon at afternoon tea. It matches the feeling of your punch-drunk body, but the moment will be fleeting. You understand that instinctively even as emotions rapidly cycle through you, warring with each other. And a part of you just wants to leave well enough alone. There will be challenges enough on the return to Chaldea. The whole world is upside down.

But the whole world is also jeopardy. And whatever rest the Princess of Colchis has earned, the cold analytical mind of a Magus tells you she can't be allowed it. Her powers, her skills, her knowledge could be invaluable in the war ahead. And the chance to learn from observing a Caster from the Age of the Gods is an incalculable prize for any Magus. Chaldea needs her. And you need the opportunity to grow your skills that she represents.

And damn it, you're already tired of people just fading away.

"If you don't care," you grit out through teeth clinched in pain as your body shifts, "then come back with us. Please. We need you. Humanity's going to cease to exist if we fail. And we need you, Princess of Colchis, to help us stop that. And if nothing else this is a challenge worthy of your prowess. So are the stakes.

If we win, we win the entire world. A world full of possibilities. Maybe you can find something else to live for, in that world. But at least if you live long enough to save that world you can fade away knowing that you've shaped a new legend. What more could even this weak Magus of the modern era wish for?"

The world wavered, on the brink of the shift, and you waited breathlessly for her response.
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Forgot a word. Pretty nice.
 
Sucal said:
I am kind of sad we couldn't save Olga from being sent to the shadow realm.

Would have been interesting to have Da Chief following us around.
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[X] Try to convince Medea to come with you, to Chaldea.
--[X] Beg for Help. "As a sorceress from the Age of the Gods, could you resurrect someone freshly dead? If so, please, before you go, help us save Olga Marie."
 
[X] Try to convince Medea to come with you, to Chaldea.
--[X] Write-in.

The world ripples around you, and time seems to distort, skipping back-and-forth. Flecks of ash that were here are now there, and you suddenly realize you've been inhaling for far too long, like you're stuck mid-breath. You suppose this is to be expected from a process that doggy-paddles above the waters of multiple separate Acts of Sorcery. A more pressing concern is at hand. You absolutely need to persuade Medea to accompany you to Chaldea.
Not another one.
As a magus, it's simply unacceptable to allow such an unparalleled source of ancient lore to pass away out of mere apathy. You'd never be able to forgive yourself if you let a resource, an artifact such as this slip from your grasp.
Not again.
Even outside of her scholarly value, Medea is a potent magical weapon, a flying artillery battery equipped with the ability to refine any magical infrastructure by virtue of her Class and legend. If you are to resolve whatever plot the treacherous Uvall has unleashed on Chaldea, her aid would be invaluable.
Wasn't one enough?
And, of course, as a Hargrave it's naturally unacceptable to allow one of your charges to slip away.
Just dissolving in front of you.
Medea's survival is a matter of pride, both personal and familial.
What's the point of a shield?
Therefore, you'll have to persuade her.
Can you not even protect her from herself?
"It's not over. You know that."

To those around you it must seem like you blurted the words out. You feel more like you've picked them to the bone, desperately turning the problem over in your head like a puzzlebox. Your first instinct was to appeal to Medea's pride as a magus, as one who walks with death — but she's no such thing. She was a princess, a witch by birthright, not pursuit. She sought happiness, not the truth, and was the dashed against the rocks of fate.

No, she's nothing like the academics of the Clocktower, nothing like Uvall and his obsession with the past. It's a blow at your pride to admit it, but this divine, elfin sorceress has more in common with the men and women you've met since arriving at Chaldea. Den of heresy though it may be, they had what you didn't — the drive to protect something. To protect everything, really. It pushed them to achieve impossible things, and Lev slaughtered them for it.

You wanted a cause, something to give yourself for... and you think you might have it. Of course, now you also want to wipe the dagger-toothed smile off that green-coated murderer's face. All you can do is hope she wants the same.

"Uvall got away. The Grail's gone, and the blackened Servants are gone with it, but... they were just tools. Servants to a Master who's still out there. He won't stop, you heard him yourself. Are you really content with that? Your retribution isn't over. Can you really give up here? Pl-"
Please don't give up here.
"I... look, whatever Uvall is, he came here and he destroyed everything. He took everything, from the animals to the plants to the people to the- to the blasted atmosphere. What he couldn't destroy, he corrupted, turned into diseased puppets. The only thing that survived is... well, it's you. We beat him, but if you just vanish... he won here anyway. He destroyed everything. So-"
So come with us. Live.
Your words pick up pace, becoming a babble, and you don't know if it's time dilation or a floodgate breaking before the impassive witch.

"We don't even know why he did all this. We don't know what he'll do next. Maybe he'll try again, attack Earth even further back. If he succeeds... then you won't even be a ghost. You won't be anything. None of us will. Everyone we've ever known, they'll just be... dusted away, so they never happened. I'm a magus, even before I'm a man, so I know history, and you can cherish it or resent it but it's a foundation, it's something you build on and learn from, it's not something you deny. You're not a ghost, Medea, you're as real as-"
Olga Marie Animusphere
The shield weighs on your arm, no lighter than it should be. It feels like the weight of a life. "-well, as real as me. I suppose. Don't-"
Don't deny what I am.
You reach out with your other hand, its gauntlet a second skin of metal and burning red seals. Medea's already wicking away at the edges, like the empty gold-tinged core of a candle-flame. Will she just wait here until she dies and the last thoughts in this little world blink out forever? Too exhausted to take that one step into a future of her own?

"If you ever found anything of worth here, come with us. Or that bastard Uvall will sweep it all away. You may think you don't have a future, but I- I firmly believe you do. And if he wins, you won't even have a past."
How sweet are looks that ladies bend, On whom their favours fall!
From them I battle till the end, To save from shame and thrall:
But all my heart is drawn above, My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine:
I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine.
 
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Well, I actually quite like Cavalier's, to be honest. I tend to ramble.

(also his is more overtly about pursuit of the future rather than defense of the past, which is doubtless a set-up for persuading Medea to move on from Souichirou and get some of that red-hot socially-awkward-teenage-virgin-with-Victorian-morals action)
 
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