BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Ilya knows. However, Ilya also came back to Japan. The Einzberns likely dont care if Emiyas alive to despair at his daughters fate, they're just spiting him.
Fate/Promised Dream
- Thread starter BlackHadou
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He has Presence Concealment, and they've been spending the last decade plotting their masterwork revenge.
Nyahahahahaha.
Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that with Illya as a master we will be way too busy handling her to Excaliblast everyone.
You have convinced me.
Normally EMIYA doesn't have the charisma skill...
It must be the mustache!
Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
- Location
- The United States of America
Mustache Bros don't leave each other hanging.
Nyahahahahaha.
Don't worry, I'm pretty sure that with Illya as a master we will be way too busy handling her to Excaliblast everyone.
Normally EMIYA doesn't have the charisma skill...
It must be the mustache!
If it involves allowing Arturia to be as awesome as she should be I can almost always be counted on for support. Even more-so if it involves getting her away from Shirou.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Two or so hour warning.
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
- Location
- OH CANADA!!!
By the way.
Why is one of the tags "Bad Decisions"?
Why is one of the tags "Bad Decisions"?
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Its a reminder for me that im a idiot who makes terrible decisions. Nothing to do with you guys.
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
- Location
- OH CANADA!!!
I see. I see.
Carry on then.
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
Don't worry. Just provide a social vote, and we will meet that tag's requirement for you.
Too bad,their master work foil again by their opponent already dead.
also on my vote,I am on computer now.
[X] Say it, just this once...
[X]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.
Sakura,Shinji and Zouken,what a lovely team to have.
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
...You do realize that already is a thing, right? Check Karna.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
... Okay... Given potential traffic problems, i may have been optimistic on closing time, but itll be tonight.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Vote Tally :
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[X] Say it, just this once...
No. of Votes: 30
[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...
No. of Votes: 25
[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.
No. of Votes: 3
[X]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.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Before a young man, dressed in a uniform and pale as a sheet. About me is a multitude of tools. Clearly I hadbeen summoned in a shed. It's a familiar place.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Write in(attempt): Tell the truth. She deserves nothing less.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 31
Results. I'll try to finish this post tonight. Ilya won by a landslide.
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[X] Say it, just this once...
No. of Votes: 30
Dead-Not
Ando Owen
AZATHOTHoth
Azecreth
Bladestar123
Bondo
Christyking1980
Crazy-Squiggles
EVA-Saiyajin
Excalibur
Feng Lengshun
Hyp3rB14d3
Itaywex
King Prussia
Logos
Look to the Left
mizzet
Nanimani
Olive
PlatypusofFail
Prospalz
skaro
Takoe
veekie
wingstrike96
Wizard_Marshall
yert
Zam
Zaratustra
Ψυχή
Ando Owen
AZATHOTHoth
Azecreth
Bladestar123
Bondo
Christyking1980
Crazy-Squiggles
EVA-Saiyajin
Excalibur
Feng Lengshun
Hyp3rB14d3
Itaywex
King Prussia
Logos
Look to the Left
mizzet
Nanimani
Olive
PlatypusofFail
Prospalz
skaro
Takoe
veekie
wingstrike96
Wizard_Marshall
yert
Zam
Zaratustra
Ψυχή
[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...
No. of Votes: 25
[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.
No. of Votes: 3
[X]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.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Before a young man, dressed in a uniform and pale as a sheet. About me is a multitude of tools. Clearly I hadbeen summoned in a shed. It's a familiar place.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Write in(attempt): Tell the truth. She deserves nothing less.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 31
Results. I'll try to finish this post tonight. Ilya won by a landslide.
Nope, I didn't. Now I feel silly, oh well.
Jiven
With the power of the moon...
- Location
- Strasbourg, France
[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.
[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.
1. Summoning
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Not enough. There was not nearly enough time to express in words every thing I felt for the knight pressed against me, her chest heaving and gasping for precious air as she clung desperately to life. How could I express it all, the annoyance, the pride, the regret, the…
No, there was nothing that could adequately describe it all. She would have faded away before even a tenth of it was said. I would be dead before even a tenth of it was said. I would have to greatly condense it.
"I'm proud… my child..." Not son. Not daughter. I'm not ready to commit myself to a word like that. Her gaze weakens, uncertainty in it, but I punctuate my words the only way I can think of, pressing a gentle kiss into her forehead.
A small smile greets me. She understands. Her gaze is rapidly unfocusing, and her breath is getting very weak. I can feel the tug dragging me away from my body, but I cling to this pathetic existence at the end of my tale for as long as I can. She's dying.
I want to be there when it ends.
"I… release..." She coughs out, but her voice is too weak after that to articulate the words. I try to smile at her. My own gaze is fading away, blurring at the edges. It was a sad, ignoble end.
Restriction of the Round Table Number 12 Released.
"I'm here." It was all I could really say. I felt her nod against me. She's shaking, cold. I have to wonder if, at the very end, she was finally feeling that thing called fear, or if even now she held strong with nothing but courage born of defiance.
7 of the 13 Seals released. You may fight at full strength.
Her body seemed so very still. The tug was becoming irresistible.
I let go.
I no longer wish to think about my present. My reality is simply too sad.
-
I was once told, by a King who possessed boundless confidence and desire, that I was a poor king. That my people's ruin was a result of my own doubts and immaturity as a king. My desire to save Britain by removing myself as king was a childish one, born of a desire to not take responsibility, or some-such like that. He told me that I was but a little girl playing at being king.
Yet my knights had bled and died for me, because of me, on the hill of Camlann. Gawain, dead holding the line so that I may arrive. Tristram, who joined the rebellion, slain by his fellows. Percival and Bors and Lancelot in exile, last I heard rushing behind us to the battlefield.
Agravaine, a traitor to the cause. Bedivere and Kay, I lost in the confusion. I no longer know if they actually live, though I hope they do. It would be too sad to have all of us die on that hill…
My child, my killer and my victim, slain by each others hand.
Was the King of Conquerors right? Would my people have been better served by a tyrant then a King of Knights? Had my life been pointless?
…
Does that not prove my desire for the grail… right?
Being summoned is an awkward experience. It isn't instant, as one might expect, but one that takes quite some time. As a result, I always have time for some introspection while I wait for my vision filled with white to clear. This time, my thoughts turned to Iskander the Great, King of Conquerors. Last time, my thoughts had fallen on my opposite in the Holy Grail War, a time in which my enemy in the end had been…
No, that I still wasn't truly ready to confront.
Iskander had been a huge man, and in truth, I believe he had gotten along quite well with the other Servants. Yet when I think of him, I can only think tyrant, monster, he who ruins ten thousand lives. There is no awe of his accomplishments, so much as horror of the lengths he went to for such a simple dream.
He…
He reminds me of the Saxons in a way I don't like.
I'm not sure I can bring myself to hate him, though. Hate. That word was an amazingly strong one that, until the last stages of the fourth war, I'd used far, far too loosely. No, hate was what I felt for Emiya Kiritsugu. There was no other person, alive or dead, who inspired that emotion from me. Not Caster, not Merlin, not Morgan, and certainly not her…
I… don't like this new aspect of myself I've discovered. This burning rage that I'm almost certain would lead me to take Emiya's throat and squeeze until he had expired, should we meet again. It terrifies me. It's not what I have spent my life building up, it's not what I dedicated myself to becoming. It is a monstrous feeling that threatens to gnaw at my soul.
Yet…
In a way, I'm relieved I feel it. In a small, small way, I feel like crowing in victory, pointing at Tristram and saying that he was wrong, that I hadn't quite managed to become something inhuman. In that way, feeling such a strong, terrible emotion made me feel just a little better about my mistakes, knowing that even I could feel what others felt.
How pathetic of me…
The light is clearing now. It sort of feels like being squeezed into a tube, being placed into a Servant container. Your soul isn't really made to be used like that, after all.
Though maybe that is just my unique circumstance. I'm not dead, after all, unlike all other Heroic Spirits who descend from the Throne of Heroes. Maybe for one of them, this process is more natural. For me, its just uncomfortable.
My vision clears. The first thing that's apparent is that I'm not alone.
… In truth, I recognise the rough construction of the area I have been summoned to. It reminded me of the chapel Emiya summoned me to in the last war. My blood boils just a little at the reminder, but I do my best to control my breathing.
My new Master does not deserve to be burdened with my disdain for my previous Master.
I could see out of the chapel through a window. It was dark, very dark. Night time was the best time to attempt to summon me due to my aspect of the moon, after all. It seems my Master tried for me deliberately. That could help curb some misunderstandings, but I know not the character of the one who summoned me.
Any cheer may be premature.
The room is lit by candles. The circle beneath me is elaborate to a degree I've never seen from any of my previous summoners, and at this point, I can safely say each of the three founding families have summoned me once. It was full of runic writings, some of which I recognised and could read.
Old English. Someone had done their research, quite diligently.
"Mistress, that's not Berserker."
My gaze fell on the three figures before me. Two of them were quite tall, dressing in identical outfits in different colours. Maids, I realised. Their very demeanour was one that belied servitude.
The third figure, between them, her hands cupped together before her mouth as she blew hot air into them, was significantly shorter. She's almost a head shorter then me, and I'm not particularly tall when compared to any of my knights at my mere five or so feet of height. She looked almost like a child, in fact.
Was she my Master?
I could see it, glowing faintly, dulling away. Her Command Spell. She certainly had one, but…
Well, calling it immense would be such an understatement that I don't know how to explain. I'm positive that is not anything approaching the normal number of Command Spells.
"I know." The little girl answered, taking a step forward with a smile. "I am Illyasvial von Einzbern. I am pleased to meet you, Saber." She gives a small curtsey, almost reverent of my presence. I blink, trying to keep the shock from reaching my face.
To be summoned on behalf of the Einzbern twice in a row. Well, that was a new one.
"Mistress, the elder-"
"I don't care." Little Illya retorted to her maid. "Three months. He has been pushing me to summon three months. I said I'd do it when I'm ready, and I did." Three months? The Holy Grail did not give that kind of leeway for time to Servant summoning. Even the first war had been a case of, if you hadn't known in advance, you only had about ten days to prepare. The times had not, really, gotten much longer. The earliest summoning before the war that I was aware of was by a mere twenty-seven days, and that had been a summoning by the Tohsaka in the second war.
To summon three whole months early? The Holy Grail wouldn't even be active yet to support the summoning. This little girl would surely have been killed.
My eyes glanced about the chapel. We are alone. Aside from the huge tablet in the corner of the room, what I presume was a backup catalyst left unused, given it was covered in Greek writings, the chapel was empty, devoid of anything but the three before me and the items needed to summon me.
Yet there was no catalyst… No item that could be associated to me. I don't understand, I'm sure Kiritsugu used one. Were the Einzbern so confident that they could summon me a second time that they-
No, this line of thought is quite pointless. I need to focus.
"I am Saber." I confirm. In four Holy Grail Wars, my class has always been Saber. It seems this time would be no different. "I trust that you are my Master?"
The girl smiles, brushing a bang out of her face before letting that massive Command Spell that encompassed her whole body shine again.
"Does this not prove my status, Saber?" She asked, almost proudly.
Neither of her maids speak. The one on the left, in garbed in blue, merely glares at me in distrust. The one on the right, in black, I feel nothing from.
"Mistress, this is the height of foolishness. This Servant has failed the Einzbern before." 'Blue' spoke up in a hushed tone, no doubt not actually aware that my hearing was good enough to catch her words anyway. Her words, though, rung true in a way, though my heart yearned to speak up, to declare that it had been Emiya, not me, that failed.
Even I, the King of Knights, loathe failure, it seems.
The little girl takes two steps forward.
"I don't care." She answered. Her left hand came up, facing me. "I believe in her. That's all that matters."
"But she is like your fa-"
"Do not mention that." The girls words cut through the air like a knife. "Do not blame her for his actions." Her lips twist into a snarl, and the maid bows.
"Apologies, mistress."
The exchange is a little confusing to follow, yet…
I reach out my hand, taking hers in mine, and kneel.
"It's okay. I will see you to victory, Master."
Calling this little girl Master is a bit odd, in truth. Yet her eyes return to me, burning with something that I can only really call delight.
"I know you will, Sei~bah~"
Her confidence in me is…
… Almost intoxicating, after the relationship I shared with Kiritsugu. It was a welcome change from the tragedy of laying, dying, at Camlann with only her for company.
"You are aware of who you summoned, then?"
"King Arthur, the King of Knights." The words tumble off the little girls tongue. Her head tilts just a little. "Do you remember me, Saber?"
Do I remember her?
I…
Her eyes are earnest. I'm almost certain that she knows me, if not the other way around as well, yet the only Einzbern I have met were Irisviel and her family. Then…
But she's so small… should a homunculus not be bigger?
"Are you the daughter of Irisviel?"
Illya's hands clap together in delight.
"You do remember! I knew you were a special Hero, Sei~bah~."
I can't have met the little girl more then two or three times, all at dinner. I was unaware I'd made any impression on her at all, yet…
Clearly I made some impression. I'm not sure how. Perhaps the little girl had sought out tales of my exploits to fill in the gaps of knowledge? Whilst in Germany, we had been less then discrete about my true name. We may not have outright advertised it, but amongst the Einzbern I had not tried to hide it too hard, either.
My Master, Illya, would be in the best position to have casually overheard the name, but to remember it so many years later…
No, it wasn't that much later, though. This was a first. The year…
"Master… please confirm that the year is only 2005?"
"Yes, that is correct."
It is one of the maids, the black one, that answers. I…
The Holy Grail War occurs every fifty years. To say this one is early would be underselling it in a way that is really difficult to state.
Illya sighs a little, shuffling her feet as she motions to one of her maids.
"Attend to the circle, Sella." Illya declares, before returning her attention to me and motioning for me to follow. "Come with me, Saber. I'll explain, and you look hungry."
In truth, I wasn't hungry at all, but her other maid rushed off almost immediately. I think Illya was simply looking for an excuse to send her maids away.
I follow, and between us, as we walk through wings of what was rapidly becoming apparent was a mansion, there is a silence. I would not call it comfortable, yet…
"I am not the Servant you were intended to summon." It is a declaration, but I feel that this is something that needs to be cleared.
"No. The old man will be mad." Illya confirmed. Yet she seemed to not care in the least or, maybe, she just took glee in her little rebellion, and hid it very well. "I was meant to summon Berserker. I didn't want to."
I cannot really find fault in that reasoning, especially if they had been trying to make her summon early. Even if she had functionally unlimited mana, Illya would surely have found maintaining a Berserker, so long before the war, an excruciatingly painful experience.
"Then the tablet-"
"A tablet that has the exploits of Greece's greatest hero." Illya shrugged, the information clearly meaning nothing to her. She seemed disinterested. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I merely wish to understand." I answer. "You are aware my relationship with your father is… strained."
"It doesn't matter." Illya retorted in a clipped voice. I quickly put Kiritsugu off any lists of future conversation topics. The quiver in her voice…
She may dislike the man, in her own way, as much as me. It was almost frightening…
[ ] Ask about the state of the war.
[ ] Ask about Illya.
[ ] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
[ ] Write in.
-
No, there was nothing that could adequately describe it all. She would have faded away before even a tenth of it was said. I would be dead before even a tenth of it was said. I would have to greatly condense it.
"I'm proud… my child..." Not son. Not daughter. I'm not ready to commit myself to a word like that. Her gaze weakens, uncertainty in it, but I punctuate my words the only way I can think of, pressing a gentle kiss into her forehead.
A small smile greets me. She understands. Her gaze is rapidly unfocusing, and her breath is getting very weak. I can feel the tug dragging me away from my body, but I cling to this pathetic existence at the end of my tale for as long as I can. She's dying.
I want to be there when it ends.
"I… release..." She coughs out, but her voice is too weak after that to articulate the words. I try to smile at her. My own gaze is fading away, blurring at the edges. It was a sad, ignoble end.
Restriction of the Round Table Number 12 Released.
"I'm here." It was all I could really say. I felt her nod against me. She's shaking, cold. I have to wonder if, at the very end, she was finally feeling that thing called fear, or if even now she held strong with nothing but courage born of defiance.
7 of the 13 Seals released. You may fight at full strength.
Her body seemed so very still. The tug was becoming irresistible.
I let go.
I no longer wish to think about my present. My reality is simply too sad.
-
I was once told, by a King who possessed boundless confidence and desire, that I was a poor king. That my people's ruin was a result of my own doubts and immaturity as a king. My desire to save Britain by removing myself as king was a childish one, born of a desire to not take responsibility, or some-such like that. He told me that I was but a little girl playing at being king.
Yet my knights had bled and died for me, because of me, on the hill of Camlann. Gawain, dead holding the line so that I may arrive. Tristram, who joined the rebellion, slain by his fellows. Percival and Bors and Lancelot in exile, last I heard rushing behind us to the battlefield.
Agravaine, a traitor to the cause. Bedivere and Kay, I lost in the confusion. I no longer know if they actually live, though I hope they do. It would be too sad to have all of us die on that hill…
My child, my killer and my victim, slain by each others hand.
Was the King of Conquerors right? Would my people have been better served by a tyrant then a King of Knights? Had my life been pointless?
…
Does that not prove my desire for the grail… right?
Being summoned is an awkward experience. It isn't instant, as one might expect, but one that takes quite some time. As a result, I always have time for some introspection while I wait for my vision filled with white to clear. This time, my thoughts turned to Iskander the Great, King of Conquerors. Last time, my thoughts had fallen on my opposite in the Holy Grail War, a time in which my enemy in the end had been…
No, that I still wasn't truly ready to confront.
Iskander had been a huge man, and in truth, I believe he had gotten along quite well with the other Servants. Yet when I think of him, I can only think tyrant, monster, he who ruins ten thousand lives. There is no awe of his accomplishments, so much as horror of the lengths he went to for such a simple dream.
He…
He reminds me of the Saxons in a way I don't like.
I'm not sure I can bring myself to hate him, though. Hate. That word was an amazingly strong one that, until the last stages of the fourth war, I'd used far, far too loosely. No, hate was what I felt for Emiya Kiritsugu. There was no other person, alive or dead, who inspired that emotion from me. Not Caster, not Merlin, not Morgan, and certainly not her…
I… don't like this new aspect of myself I've discovered. This burning rage that I'm almost certain would lead me to take Emiya's throat and squeeze until he had expired, should we meet again. It terrifies me. It's not what I have spent my life building up, it's not what I dedicated myself to becoming. It is a monstrous feeling that threatens to gnaw at my soul.
Yet…
In a way, I'm relieved I feel it. In a small, small way, I feel like crowing in victory, pointing at Tristram and saying that he was wrong, that I hadn't quite managed to become something inhuman. In that way, feeling such a strong, terrible emotion made me feel just a little better about my mistakes, knowing that even I could feel what others felt.
How pathetic of me…
The light is clearing now. It sort of feels like being squeezed into a tube, being placed into a Servant container. Your soul isn't really made to be used like that, after all.
Though maybe that is just my unique circumstance. I'm not dead, after all, unlike all other Heroic Spirits who descend from the Throne of Heroes. Maybe for one of them, this process is more natural. For me, its just uncomfortable.
My vision clears. The first thing that's apparent is that I'm not alone.
… In truth, I recognise the rough construction of the area I have been summoned to. It reminded me of the chapel Emiya summoned me to in the last war. My blood boils just a little at the reminder, but I do my best to control my breathing.
My new Master does not deserve to be burdened with my disdain for my previous Master.
I could see out of the chapel through a window. It was dark, very dark. Night time was the best time to attempt to summon me due to my aspect of the moon, after all. It seems my Master tried for me deliberately. That could help curb some misunderstandings, but I know not the character of the one who summoned me.
Any cheer may be premature.
The room is lit by candles. The circle beneath me is elaborate to a degree I've never seen from any of my previous summoners, and at this point, I can safely say each of the three founding families have summoned me once. It was full of runic writings, some of which I recognised and could read.
Old English. Someone had done their research, quite diligently.
"Mistress, that's not Berserker."
My gaze fell on the three figures before me. Two of them were quite tall, dressing in identical outfits in different colours. Maids, I realised. Their very demeanour was one that belied servitude.
The third figure, between them, her hands cupped together before her mouth as she blew hot air into them, was significantly shorter. She's almost a head shorter then me, and I'm not particularly tall when compared to any of my knights at my mere five or so feet of height. She looked almost like a child, in fact.
Was she my Master?
I could see it, glowing faintly, dulling away. Her Command Spell. She certainly had one, but…
Well, calling it immense would be such an understatement that I don't know how to explain. I'm positive that is not anything approaching the normal number of Command Spells.
"I know." The little girl answered, taking a step forward with a smile. "I am Illyasvial von Einzbern. I am pleased to meet you, Saber." She gives a small curtsey, almost reverent of my presence. I blink, trying to keep the shock from reaching my face.
To be summoned on behalf of the Einzbern twice in a row. Well, that was a new one.
"Mistress, the elder-"
"I don't care." Little Illya retorted to her maid. "Three months. He has been pushing me to summon three months. I said I'd do it when I'm ready, and I did." Three months? The Holy Grail did not give that kind of leeway for time to Servant summoning. Even the first war had been a case of, if you hadn't known in advance, you only had about ten days to prepare. The times had not, really, gotten much longer. The earliest summoning before the war that I was aware of was by a mere twenty-seven days, and that had been a summoning by the Tohsaka in the second war.
To summon three whole months early? The Holy Grail wouldn't even be active yet to support the summoning. This little girl would surely have been killed.
My eyes glanced about the chapel. We are alone. Aside from the huge tablet in the corner of the room, what I presume was a backup catalyst left unused, given it was covered in Greek writings, the chapel was empty, devoid of anything but the three before me and the items needed to summon me.
Yet there was no catalyst… No item that could be associated to me. I don't understand, I'm sure Kiritsugu used one. Were the Einzbern so confident that they could summon me a second time that they-
No, this line of thought is quite pointless. I need to focus.
"I am Saber." I confirm. In four Holy Grail Wars, my class has always been Saber. It seems this time would be no different. "I trust that you are my Master?"
The girl smiles, brushing a bang out of her face before letting that massive Command Spell that encompassed her whole body shine again.
"Does this not prove my status, Saber?" She asked, almost proudly.
Neither of her maids speak. The one on the left, in garbed in blue, merely glares at me in distrust. The one on the right, in black, I feel nothing from.
"Mistress, this is the height of foolishness. This Servant has failed the Einzbern before." 'Blue' spoke up in a hushed tone, no doubt not actually aware that my hearing was good enough to catch her words anyway. Her words, though, rung true in a way, though my heart yearned to speak up, to declare that it had been Emiya, not me, that failed.
Even I, the King of Knights, loathe failure, it seems.
The little girl takes two steps forward.
"I don't care." She answered. Her left hand came up, facing me. "I believe in her. That's all that matters."
"But she is like your fa-"
"Do not mention that." The girls words cut through the air like a knife. "Do not blame her for his actions." Her lips twist into a snarl, and the maid bows.
"Apologies, mistress."
The exchange is a little confusing to follow, yet…
I reach out my hand, taking hers in mine, and kneel.
"It's okay. I will see you to victory, Master."
Calling this little girl Master is a bit odd, in truth. Yet her eyes return to me, burning with something that I can only really call delight.
"I know you will, Sei~bah~"
Her confidence in me is…
… Almost intoxicating, after the relationship I shared with Kiritsugu. It was a welcome change from the tragedy of laying, dying, at Camlann with only her for company.
"You are aware of who you summoned, then?"
"King Arthur, the King of Knights." The words tumble off the little girls tongue. Her head tilts just a little. "Do you remember me, Saber?"
Do I remember her?
I…
Her eyes are earnest. I'm almost certain that she knows me, if not the other way around as well, yet the only Einzbern I have met were Irisviel and her family. Then…
But she's so small… should a homunculus not be bigger?
"Are you the daughter of Irisviel?"
Illya's hands clap together in delight.
"You do remember! I knew you were a special Hero, Sei~bah~."
I can't have met the little girl more then two or three times, all at dinner. I was unaware I'd made any impression on her at all, yet…
Clearly I made some impression. I'm not sure how. Perhaps the little girl had sought out tales of my exploits to fill in the gaps of knowledge? Whilst in Germany, we had been less then discrete about my true name. We may not have outright advertised it, but amongst the Einzbern I had not tried to hide it too hard, either.
My Master, Illya, would be in the best position to have casually overheard the name, but to remember it so many years later…
No, it wasn't that much later, though. This was a first. The year…
"Master… please confirm that the year is only 2005?"
"Yes, that is correct."
It is one of the maids, the black one, that answers. I…
The Holy Grail War occurs every fifty years. To say this one is early would be underselling it in a way that is really difficult to state.
Illya sighs a little, shuffling her feet as she motions to one of her maids.
"Attend to the circle, Sella." Illya declares, before returning her attention to me and motioning for me to follow. "Come with me, Saber. I'll explain, and you look hungry."
In truth, I wasn't hungry at all, but her other maid rushed off almost immediately. I think Illya was simply looking for an excuse to send her maids away.
I follow, and between us, as we walk through wings of what was rapidly becoming apparent was a mansion, there is a silence. I would not call it comfortable, yet…
"I am not the Servant you were intended to summon." It is a declaration, but I feel that this is something that needs to be cleared.
"No. The old man will be mad." Illya confirmed. Yet she seemed to not care in the least or, maybe, she just took glee in her little rebellion, and hid it very well. "I was meant to summon Berserker. I didn't want to."
I cannot really find fault in that reasoning, especially if they had been trying to make her summon early. Even if she had functionally unlimited mana, Illya would surely have found maintaining a Berserker, so long before the war, an excruciatingly painful experience.
"Then the tablet-"
"A tablet that has the exploits of Greece's greatest hero." Illya shrugged, the information clearly meaning nothing to her. She seemed disinterested. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I merely wish to understand." I answer. "You are aware my relationship with your father is… strained."
"It doesn't matter." Illya retorted in a clipped voice. I quickly put Kiritsugu off any lists of future conversation topics. The quiver in her voice…
She may dislike the man, in her own way, as much as me. It was almost frightening…
[ ] Ask about the state of the war.
[ ] Ask about Illya.
[ ] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
[ ] Write in.
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Servant Saber
True Name: Artoria Pendragon
Title: King of Knights
Alignment: Lawful Good
Sphere of Influence: Britain
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++
True Name: Artoria Pendragon
Title: King of Knights
Alignment: Lawful Good
Sphere of Influence: Britain
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.
[X] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
Ugh, not sure whether to go after the elephant in the room first or last.
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
[X] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
*WhyNotBoth.jpg*
Mandatory hora hora.
[X] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.