Emiya Kiritsugu.
As I lay on this accursed battlefield, dying of the great slash in my torso...
As I lay on this accursed battlefield, dying of the great slash in my torso...
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Prologue
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Emiya Kiritsugu.
As I lay on this accursed battlefield, dying of the great slash in my torso dealt to me by possibly the most tragic of my knights, I can do nothing but curse that name.
In the name of Emiya Kiritsugu indeed. I could feel a few tears in my eyes. I had been so very close, so very, very close.
"You're back."
The voice is whispered, weak, almost dead. My own gaze shuffles ever so slightly, falling upon the bloody face beside me, identical to my own. She is dying too, of a significantly more lethal wound. Throughout the four times my soul had shuffled its coil to try and claim the Holy Grail, she was the only face I could come back to see.
She understood, to a point, I think. She didn't agree, I could see the slight happiness in her eyes as she realised I had returned, but she understood. There was no judgement in her eyes. She understood that if I succeeded, I would undo her entirely…
No, I think if I have a daughter, then she will bear her name. I do not wish to undo my killer. It was a small bit of sentimentality. I held no hate for her, the one who had rebelled, who had undone my work in nary a month. At the very end, I began to understand.
This burning feeling I felt for Emiya Kiritsugu, is this what she felt that day, when I told her that she was no child of mine, that I would not acknowledge her as any more then the child spawned of myself and Morgan through deceit and rape? This crushing, burning feeling. If I made her feel even a fraction of this, this feeling I'd never born for anyone else, then maybe, just maybe, I could truly begin to understand.
"I'm back."
My voice is a little weak, maybe even pitiful.
"Did you reach it this time?"
Clearly she thought the answer would be no. I almost didn't want to tell her I had made it.
"Yes."
A silence. A deafening silence.
"You didn't do it?"
"I was ordered to destroy it."
My voice was choking up. I'd already explained the idea of the Holy Grail War to her, two times ago when it became clear this would be a recurring thing. She didn't answer for a time. I could hear her struggling to keep breathing, yet the sound of her lungs working soon levelled out. I'd… been worried she'd expire on the spot, yet she clung stubbornly to life, as if she wanted to walk with me into the River Styx herself.
"A dud summoner huh?" It was almost as if she didn't want to acknowledge the idea that I might ever call someone Master, as if such a thing was abhorrent to her. "Will you try again?"
I heard the tremble in her voice. She had lasted well after the point she should have died, but she wouldn't last much longer.
Yet…
"I don't think I can."
I had reached the Grail. The failure to use it was entirely on me. A moment passed, as if to confirm my suspicions, the familiar tug of being summoned never coming.
*Chink* *Chink*
Huh?
Her arm was weakly draped on me now. A bloody cheek resting on mine.
"Then… we need… to offer more… huh?"
What?
"The deal… was you for the chance at the Grail… right? Then… for a second chance… we'll… give me."
Even at the end, in her own way, she was still loyal. Knight of Treachery was just another hat, to her, there was some greater thing she pledged herself to. A desire to surpass. A desire for acknowledgement.
I could understand now, more so then I once did. But…
In another way, it was sad.
I weakly raised my left arm, and wrapped it around her heaving shoulders. The effort for her to move must have been truly herculean. I knew I'd struck true with Ron. She didn't have half a spine anymore, and I'd crippled one of her arms.
I could feel something wet on me. Probably blood.
"Save your strength." It rang hollow, though, a small comfort for a dying knight. I heard a small chuckle in reply, though. She appeared to appreciate the hollow comforting words.
"… Do you regret me?"
That… now that was a loaded question, yet…
How does one answer that, to your child by rape who had eventually ruined everything you'd worked for? Yet was she truly to blame? Despite being the leader of this bloody rebellion, she had very little involvement in the events before my departure to France…
Did I regret her…
I couldn't answer that.
"It's too late for regret." I whisper back. I can feel my strength fading. Speaking was becoming very difficult. Was this the struggle she'd endured for what must have been hours? She was stronger then I'd ever given credit for if it was.
A hollow chuckle. No, it was… closer to a giggle then a chuckle, but there was plenty of choking involved. She was dying.
So was I.
"Guess it is." She whispered. "Can you… say it? Just once?"
A small, weak plea. I could see her forcing her face to look at me through one dull, barely open eye. She wanted it so very badly, it seemed.
Then I felt it. The tug.
She had done it. A deal with Alaya. One on my behalf.
I couldn't put the maelstrom of feelings within me into words. All I could properly name was a small, burning determination to succeed. It was no longer just my fate on the line, but hers, too. If I failed, there would be no rest for her. She'd be a dog for all eternity, killing helplessly at the beck and call of the 'will' of humanity.
I'd be gone from this body again, soon, yet…
[ ] Say it, just this once...
[ ] Remain silent…
-
When the light clears, I'm…
[ ] Before a young man, dressed in a uniform and pale as a sheet. About me is a multitude of tools. Clearly I had been summoned in a shed. It's a familiar place.
[ ] In a Western style room, broken apart and damaged by my arrival. Yet there is a small warmth within it. Despite the emptiness, someone lived here who loved this house very much, either due to memories or otherwise.
[ ]Before a young woman, face contorted in pain. The location is a roughshod… attic? Two others are in the room, an old man leaning on a stick and a blue haired boy whose lips are twisted with somewhat sadistic glee.
[ ] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
As I lay on this accursed battlefield, dying of the great slash in my torso dealt to me by possibly the most tragic of my knights, I can do nothing but curse that name.
In the name of Emiya Kiritsugu indeed. I could feel a few tears in my eyes. I had been so very close, so very, very close.
"You're back."
The voice is whispered, weak, almost dead. My own gaze shuffles ever so slightly, falling upon the bloody face beside me, identical to my own. She is dying too, of a significantly more lethal wound. Throughout the four times my soul had shuffled its coil to try and claim the Holy Grail, she was the only face I could come back to see.
She understood, to a point, I think. She didn't agree, I could see the slight happiness in her eyes as she realised I had returned, but she understood. There was no judgement in her eyes. She understood that if I succeeded, I would undo her entirely…
No, I think if I have a daughter, then she will bear her name. I do not wish to undo my killer. It was a small bit of sentimentality. I held no hate for her, the one who had rebelled, who had undone my work in nary a month. At the very end, I began to understand.
This burning feeling I felt for Emiya Kiritsugu, is this what she felt that day, when I told her that she was no child of mine, that I would not acknowledge her as any more then the child spawned of myself and Morgan through deceit and rape? This crushing, burning feeling. If I made her feel even a fraction of this, this feeling I'd never born for anyone else, then maybe, just maybe, I could truly begin to understand.
"I'm back."
My voice is a little weak, maybe even pitiful.
"Did you reach it this time?"
Clearly she thought the answer would be no. I almost didn't want to tell her I had made it.
"Yes."
A silence. A deafening silence.
"You didn't do it?"
"I was ordered to destroy it."
My voice was choking up. I'd already explained the idea of the Holy Grail War to her, two times ago when it became clear this would be a recurring thing. She didn't answer for a time. I could hear her struggling to keep breathing, yet the sound of her lungs working soon levelled out. I'd… been worried she'd expire on the spot, yet she clung stubbornly to life, as if she wanted to walk with me into the River Styx herself.
"A dud summoner huh?" It was almost as if she didn't want to acknowledge the idea that I might ever call someone Master, as if such a thing was abhorrent to her. "Will you try again?"
I heard the tremble in her voice. She had lasted well after the point she should have died, but she wouldn't last much longer.
Yet…
"I don't think I can."
I had reached the Grail. The failure to use it was entirely on me. A moment passed, as if to confirm my suspicions, the familiar tug of being summoned never coming.
*Chink* *Chink*
Huh?
Her arm was weakly draped on me now. A bloody cheek resting on mine.
"Then… we need… to offer more… huh?"
What?
"The deal… was you for the chance at the Grail… right? Then… for a second chance… we'll… give me."
Even at the end, in her own way, she was still loyal. Knight of Treachery was just another hat, to her, there was some greater thing she pledged herself to. A desire to surpass. A desire for acknowledgement.
I could understand now, more so then I once did. But…
In another way, it was sad.
I weakly raised my left arm, and wrapped it around her heaving shoulders. The effort for her to move must have been truly herculean. I knew I'd struck true with Ron. She didn't have half a spine anymore, and I'd crippled one of her arms.
I could feel something wet on me. Probably blood.
"Save your strength." It rang hollow, though, a small comfort for a dying knight. I heard a small chuckle in reply, though. She appeared to appreciate the hollow comforting words.
"… Do you regret me?"
That… now that was a loaded question, yet…
How does one answer that, to your child by rape who had eventually ruined everything you'd worked for? Yet was she truly to blame? Despite being the leader of this bloody rebellion, she had very little involvement in the events before my departure to France…
Did I regret her…
I couldn't answer that.
"It's too late for regret." I whisper back. I can feel my strength fading. Speaking was becoming very difficult. Was this the struggle she'd endured for what must have been hours? She was stronger then I'd ever given credit for if it was.
A hollow chuckle. No, it was… closer to a giggle then a chuckle, but there was plenty of choking involved. She was dying.
So was I.
"Guess it is." She whispered. "Can you… say it? Just once?"
A small, weak plea. I could see her forcing her face to look at me through one dull, barely open eye. She wanted it so very badly, it seemed.
Then I felt it. The tug.
She had done it. A deal with Alaya. One on my behalf.
I couldn't put the maelstrom of feelings within me into words. All I could properly name was a small, burning determination to succeed. It was no longer just my fate on the line, but hers, too. If I failed, there would be no rest for her. She'd be a dog for all eternity, killing helplessly at the beck and call of the 'will' of humanity.
I'd be gone from this body again, soon, yet…
[ ] Say it, just this once...
[ ] Remain silent…
-
When the light clears, I'm…
[ ] Before a young man, dressed in a uniform and pale as a sheet. About me is a multitude of tools. Clearly I had been summoned in a shed. It's a familiar place.
[ ] In a Western style room, broken apart and damaged by my arrival. Yet there is a small warmth within it. Despite the emptiness, someone lived here who loved this house very much, either due to memories or otherwise.
[ ]Before a young woman, face contorted in pain. The location is a roughshod… attic? Two others are in the room, an old man leaning on a stick and a blue haired boy whose lips are twisted with somewhat sadistic glee.
[ ] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Book of Masters
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
True Name: Artoria Pendragon
Title: King of Knights
Alignment: Lawful Good
Sphere of Influence: Britain
Master: Illyasviel von Einzbern
Command Spells: Too Many
Height: 5'0.5
Weight: 42kg
Three Sizes: B73/W53/H76
Armament: Sword, Armour
Strength: B
Agility: A
Endurance: A
Magical Power: A
Luck: A+
Noble Phantasm: A++
Title: King of Knights
Alignment: Lawful Good
Sphere of Influence: Britain
Master: Illyasviel von Einzbern
Command Spells: Too Many
Height: 5'0.5
Weight: 42kg
Three Sizes: B73/W53/H76
Armament: Sword, Armour
Strength: B
Agility: A
Endurance: A
Magical Power: A
Luck: A+
Noble Phantasm: A++
Magic Resistance A
Cancels spells of A-Rank or below. In practice, the Sercant is untouchable to modern magi, so It would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'.
Riding B
Most vehicles can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasm Races such as Monstrous Beasts.
Cancels spells of A-Rank or below. In practice, the Sercant is untouchable to modern magi, so It would not be an exaggeration to title the Servant a 'Magus Killer'.
Riding B
Most vehicles can be handled with above average skill. However, cannot ride the likes of Phantasm Races such as Monstrous Beasts.
Charisma B
A natural talent to command an army and increase their abilities. At this rank, one is suitable to lead a nation as king.
Instinct A
A refined sixth sense that is close to true precognition. Bonus effect of reducing the penalties of obstructed sight and hearing by half.
Mana Burst A
An ability to increase performance by infusing ones weapons and body with magical energy and instantly expelling it. A normal weapon that is not on the level of a divine mystery can be destroyed in a single blow, and ones attack, defence and speed can be enhanced temporarily via the application of mana.
A natural talent to command an army and increase their abilities. At this rank, one is suitable to lead a nation as king.
Instinct A
A refined sixth sense that is close to true precognition. Bonus effect of reducing the penalties of obstructed sight and hearing by half.
Mana Burst A
An ability to increase performance by infusing ones weapons and body with magical energy and instantly expelling it. A normal weapon that is not on the level of a divine mystery can be destroyed in a single blow, and ones attack, defence and speed can be enhanced temporarily via the application of mana.
Invisible Air: Bounded Field of the Wind King
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1~2
Targets: 1
A bounded field that encases Excalibur in a sheathe of air, hiding it from view. Has the effect of turning Excalibur into an 'Invisible Sword' that has an effect closer to that of a drill when used to slash and stab. Whilst so hidden, Excalibur itself cannot be used.
As half of the Restrictions of the Round Table have currently been released due to the recent battle at Camlann, Invisible Air is the only remaining seal on the use of Excalibur, and once dispelled Excalibur may be immediately unleashed without consideration to battlefield conditions.
Excalibur: The Sword of Promised Victory
Stats remain hidden. Dispel Invisible Air to reveal.
Rank: C
Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1~2
Targets: 1
A bounded field that encases Excalibur in a sheathe of air, hiding it from view. Has the effect of turning Excalibur into an 'Invisible Sword' that has an effect closer to that of a drill when used to slash and stab. Whilst so hidden, Excalibur itself cannot be used.
As half of the Restrictions of the Round Table have currently been released due to the recent battle at Camlann, Invisible Air is the only remaining seal on the use of Excalibur, and once dispelled Excalibur may be immediately unleashed without consideration to battlefield conditions.
Excalibur: The Sword of Promised Victory
Stats remain hidden. Dispel Invisible Air to reveal.
True Name: Setanta
Title: Cu Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Sphere of Influence: Ireland
Master: Shirou Emiya
Height: 184 cm
Weight: 81kg
Armament: Spear, Armour, Javelin, Chariot
Strength: C
Agility: B+
Endurance: C
Magical Power: B
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: B+
Title: Cu Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Sphere of Influence: Ireland
Master: Shirou Emiya
Height: 184 cm
Weight: 81kg
Armament: Spear, Armour, Javelin, Chariot
Strength: C
Agility: B+
Endurance: C
Magical Power: B
Luck: C
Noble Phantasm: B+
Riding A-
The skill to ride vehicles and other creatures. Unlike most Rider's, his ability to ride living creatures is low. However, when it comes to vehicles such as chariots or cars, his skill is unimpeded.
Magic Resistance D
Negates Thaumaturgy of one verse or less. A resistance equal to a cancelling amulet in the shape of a wolf kept around the Servants neck.
The skill to ride vehicles and other creatures. Unlike most Rider's, his ability to ride living creatures is low. However, when it comes to vehicles such as chariots or cars, his skill is unimpeded.
Magic Resistance D
Negates Thaumaturgy of one verse or less. A resistance equal to a cancelling amulet in the shape of a wolf kept around the Servants neck.
Divinity B
Setanta's status as the son of Lugh, the Irish God of War.
Rune Magic B
An ability to utilise Runes in Magecraft. At this level, all the 18 original Runes are available for use, as well as any derived Runes.
Protection from Arrows A
A defence against all projectiles, keeping the Servant from harm. At this rank, even super-long ranged attacks and attacks with area of effects are lowered in effectiveness, and regular projectile attacks have become nigh useless, and can be blocked or avoided with near certainty.
??? C
Setanta's status as the son of Lugh, the Irish God of War.
Rune Magic B
An ability to utilise Runes in Magecraft. At this level, all the 18 original Runes are available for use, as well as any derived Runes.
Protection from Arrows A
A defence against all projectiles, keeping the Servant from harm. At this rank, even super-long ranged attacks and attacks with area of effects are lowered in effectiveness, and regular projectile attacks have become nigh useless, and can be blocked or avoided with near certainty.
??? C
Gae Bolg: Bloody Spear, Pierce the Heart
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: B
Range: 1~10
The Crimson Spear Gae Bolg, Rider's most valuable weapon granted to him from the Witch of the Deadlands. It is his personal weapon, and the one he has the most affection for, noting that it is a weapon that suits his style. By invoking its name, it becomes a sure strike weapon that will always pierce the heart.
Cu Macha Laeg: The Three Kings Ride Forth
Type: Anti-Army
Rank: B+
Range: 1~100
Targets: 1-100
Rider's beloved horse and chariot, representing the trinity that was once himself, his charioteer and his horse as the three kings or war. It is a splendid chariot that is the only tribute to his friend Rider can give, as summoning Laeg himself forth is impossible for Rider. It comes fully equipped with throwing spears for Rider's use, as well as several other weapons such as a bow. Admittedly, he is less inclined to use those, though.
The speed of the chariot is faster than Rider, with his reduced stats under Shirou, though under normal circumstances he should be able to match it in speed. Any other abilities it possesses are currently obscured.
???
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: B
Range: 1~10
The Crimson Spear Gae Bolg, Rider's most valuable weapon granted to him from the Witch of the Deadlands. It is his personal weapon, and the one he has the most affection for, noting that it is a weapon that suits his style. By invoking its name, it becomes a sure strike weapon that will always pierce the heart.
Cu Macha Laeg: The Three Kings Ride Forth
Type: Anti-Army
Rank: B+
Range: 1~100
Targets: 1-100
Rider's beloved horse and chariot, representing the trinity that was once himself, his charioteer and his horse as the three kings or war. It is a splendid chariot that is the only tribute to his friend Rider can give, as summoning Laeg himself forth is impossible for Rider. It comes fully equipped with throwing spears for Rider's use, as well as several other weapons such as a bow. Admittedly, he is less inclined to use those, though.
The speed of the chariot is faster than Rider, with his reduced stats under Shirou, though under normal circumstances he should be able to match it in speed. Any other abilities it possesses are currently obscured.
???
True Name: ???
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 78kg
Armament: All manner of blades, bow, Armour
Strength: D
Agility: B
Endurance: D
Magical Power: ?
Luck: ?
Noble Phantasm: ???
Height: 187 cm
Weight: 78kg
Armament: All manner of blades, bow, Armour
Strength: D
Agility: B
Endurance: D
Magical Power: ?
Luck: ?
Noble Phantasm: ???
Presence Concealment D
A talent for hiding ones presence as a Servant. At this low rank, one can only hide their presence from the senses of another Servant when not in their direct line of sight, unless they are disguised through either clever blending into a crowd or through other means. This rank is so low one is only proficient as a mediocre spy.
A talent for hiding ones presence as a Servant. At this low rank, one can only hide their presence from the senses of another Servant when not in their direct line of sight, unless they are disguised through either clever blending into a crowd or through other means. This rank is so low one is only proficient as a mediocre spy.
According to Illya, a Servant who has holed up in Ryuudou Temple. Apparently protected by a powerful barrier that, unless circumvented, will force you to enter from the main gate.
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Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
[] In a Western style room, broken apart and damaged by my arrival. Yet there is a small warmth within it. Despite the emptiness, someone lived here who loved this house very much, either due to memories or otherwise.
Shirou can go deal with EMIYA, while Rin can have other waifu.
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[X] Say it, just this once...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Illya + Arturia. Shirou better prepare himself, because the time has come for him to pay the sins of his father! Muwahahahahaha!
Just imagine what we could do with all that mana! We could use Excalibur to solve every situation we encounter!
*Caster and Kazuki attack!*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
*Lancer attacks Illya*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
*Gilgamesh tries to pull out Illya's heart*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
*Sakura is getting corrupted by an angry maian guy!*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
Comeon, choose Illya, support the loli!
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Illya + Arturia. Shirou better prepare himself, because the time has come for him to pay the sins of his father! Muwahahahahaha!
Just imagine what we could do with all that mana! We could use Excalibur to solve every situation we encounter!
*Caster and Kazuki attack!*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
*Lancer attacks Illya*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
*Gilgamesh tries to pull out Illya's heart*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
*Sakura is getting corrupted by an angry maian guy!*
Illya: Saber!
EXCALIBOOOOM!
Comeon, choose Illya, support the loli!
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BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
... Itaywex your reasoning scares me...
... Maybe the Thirteen Seals of the Round Table may well be appropriate in this situation just to keep Excalibur from being abused...
... Maybe the Thirteen Seals of the Round Table may well be appropriate in this situation just to keep Excalibur from being abused...
Azecreth
Giant Monster All Out Attack
- Location
- United States of America
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Say it, just this once...
[X] In a Western style room, broken apart and damaged by my arrival. Yet there is a small warmth within it. Despite the emptiness, someone lived here who loved this house very much, either due to memories or otherwise.
I have the suspicion that this war is going to pull CG Mordred instead of EMIYA (Somehow), but I agree that Rin deserves her (other) waifu. Even if she has to suffer the temporary loss of such excellent cooking and meido skills.
[X] In a Western style room, broken apart and damaged by my arrival. Yet there is a small warmth within it. Despite the emptiness, someone lived here who loved this house very much, either due to memories or otherwise.
I have the suspicion that this war is going to pull CG Mordred instead of EMIYA (Somehow), but I agree that Rin deserves her (other) waifu. Even if she has to suffer the temporary loss of such excellent cooking and meido skills.
[X] Say it, just this once...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Ilya needs someone there for her, I think.
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Ilya needs someone there for her, I think.
Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
You have convinced me.Illya + Arturia. Shirou better prepare himself, because the time has come for him to pay the sins of his father! Muwahahahahaha!
Comeon, choose Illya, support the loli!
[X] Say it, just this once...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
[X] Say it, just this once...
Illya, Arturia, Sakura and probably Toshaka, though one could shoehorn Waver.
Sakura probably would be interesting, but...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Illya, Arturia, Sakura and probably Toshaka, though one could shoehorn Waver.
Sakura probably would be interesting, but...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Whenever a 'to improve her situation use Excalibur' situation comes up with Sakura I always fear the crest worms inside her will do something horrible if Matou gets vaporised, or that he just won't die, either because his bugs are elsewhere or inside her.
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
[X] Say it, just this once...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
[X] In a small chapel. Before me is a little girl, who looks ever so gleeful at a successful summon. I feel like I'm fulfilling a promise to Irisviel...
Strictly speaking, if we vampire it up, Servant-style, or kill him quickly enough... But otherwise, Zouken is able to reincarnate into Sakura's body if required, IIRC. He did that in Heaven Feel, I think?
That said, I am not saying what Saber as Sakura's servant is interesting because we can blast Zouken; no, I just find that particular troublesome situation interesting.
Also, Toshaka must never summon Seibah. Even if she is Basaka.
That said, I am not saying what Saber as Sakura's servant is interesting because we can blast Zouken; no, I just find that particular troublesome situation interesting.
Also, Toshaka must never summon Seibah. Even if she is Basaka.
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Vampire it up? So it can work, like say, grabbing Sakura, jumping into the sky and then vaporising the house? I thought that was the god of evil? Or maybe it was him, or both.
True, there's a fic I like that roles with that premise if you haven't read it.
What's a Basaka? Also why not? Poor Rin, those two would make a great pair
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
If Ilya summons Saber, does that mean Shirou ends up with Berserker?
Servants can drink souls out of people. Rider indulged in that quite a bit while serving under Shinji, and no, she doesn't need BFA for that, it's innate for every servant as spiritual beings. Zouken pretty surely tastes like shit, but there is a solid chance it's possible to drain him quickly enough.
At least, I remember so. And no, I am not particulary sure what killing him quickly enough would work, but there is a chance.
Illya's particular way of mispronouncing Berserker.
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He can have EMIYA, then they can take each other out of the equation XD Actually a super weak Berserker would be kind of amusing.
Ah yes, that ability, why do we need that to kill Zouken? Oh.. that's why, interesting idea, not sure Arturia would go for it but very creative.
Ah, OK then.
Why not?
I mean, couldn't just blasting him fast enough kill him, or will he pop up inside another Crest Worm elsewhere if we don't eat his soul as well?