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Let's not. Saber herself has reasoned talking about him is a bad idea.
Fate/Promised Dream
- Thread starter BlackHadou
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There, there. I think that we can all reach a compromise.
Let's (for the moment) not talk about Kiritsugu. We should wait until the HGW starts, come to Fuyuki and talk to Kiritsugu...
With an Excalibur to the face.
And then we won't even have to talk to Illya about him since we will already know how he is doing: He isn't!
Azecreth
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Bah, what sort of King would we be if we shied away from poking massive emotional wounds that have had all of five minutes to heal!
*Points at 'Bad Decisions' tag*
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
[jk] Pat Illya's head.
-[jk] Call her a "good girl."
-[jk] Call her a "good girl."
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Critical reading error. Please reread the post, something is incorrect in what you said.
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
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- OH CANADA!!!
[jk] Pick up Illya and start snuggling her, rubbing your cheek on hers.
She is pretty cool.
Bladestar123
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[X] Ask about the state of the war.
-[X] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
--[X] Ask about Illya.
-[X] Ask about Illya's reasons for summoning you.
--[X] Ask about Illya.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Hmm... Less votes, but i can live with that.
We'll see if i cant get a post ready tonight.
We'll see if i cant get a post ready tonight.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
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I know that asking about Illya would probably include this but,
[X] Illya, have you been alright? Since...
[X] Illya, have you been alright? Since...
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[X] Ask about Illya.
All I can think when I read this chapter was "we got this in the bag." Then I remembered how naive it was of me to think Hadou would let us off so easily.
All I can think when I read this chapter was "we got this in the bag." Then I remembered how naive it was of me to think Hadou would let us off so easily.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
*Hysterical Grail-Bunny Laughter.jpg*
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*Apprehensive Wizard Falls into Despair.gif*
Look to the Left
Back from the Void
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- OH CANADA!!!
Think of the feels when we have to fight Berserker Mordred.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Naaaaah.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
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My name is Bunny and I am addicted to Metal Gear Solid 5.
2. Illyasviel
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
The two of us stared at each other for a somewhat long moment. It wasn't malice or hate that kept my attention on her. No, it was something a little more.
Confusion. I don't understand my Master very well. My only memories of Illya and her father are happy ones, yet the girl in front of me…
Illya motions down the hall before continuing.
"Don't worry, Saber." She states. Her voice is wavering though. "So long as you have me, then the war has already ended in our victory."
She might be right about that. This is the strongest I have ever been as a Servant. Power flowed through every inch of my body, and I'm sure I could probably get even stronger if Illya diverted more of her mana flow to me. Yet that would never be a viable tactic. A homunculus had huge reserves of mana, effectively infinite in fact, as far as humans were concerned. They were creatures designed to be a Magic Circuit first, human second.
Yet even that had a limit. There wasn't a problem of quantity she could produce, but rather, the quantity she could use. No matter how big the tank, it was limited by the pipes leading from it, in how much of its fuel could be used.
Illya could only direct so much mana to me, more then that would likely prevent her from deploying whatever magecraft she possessed.
Even so, though, this would be a first. I've never been able to fight without regard to mana usage before. The idea of fighting without true restraint was exhilarating in a way. I didn't have to worry about draining myself dry. Illya could supply many times my maximum capacity of mana a day without issue.
"You are confident that you can win." I note gently, following her into what looked like a dining hall. The table was huge, but only four plates were actually set up.
It was a lonely mansion. I could see between the lines. Only three chairs saw regular use. The rest showed signs of newness the others did not. They were well looked after, but the had none of the small signs of wear the used three did.
I was beginning to wonder if anyone but Illya and her maids actually lived here.
"Of course. I have the King of Knights." Illya answered. "Between your power and my command spell, its a foregone conclusion that we will win. We begin from a position that can't be beaten."
"As I recall, this mansion was breached last war." I noted. Illya paused, glancing at me.
"Yeah." Her answer was soft. "I suppose you were here."
"I was."
"It hasn't really been used." She admitted. "I've only been here four months. It was a mess when I arrived."
"You cleaned it yourself?"
Illya shook her head, hopping on a seat and taking what you assumed was her place at the table.
"No. Leysritt and Sella helped. Leysritt did most of it." Illya admitted. "I was going to leave it, at first. Enough of the house was intact. I didn't really want to bother with somewhere I'd only live for a short while, but..."
"It grew on you."
Illya nodded. I found myself settling into an unused chair to her right. Her maids had sat at her left.
"The house was provided with the intent I summon Berserker." Illya noted. "The halls are large, and the rooms easily defended by someone of great stature. With you, one of the houses in Fuyuki would have been better."
"Defence is not an issue here. The forest will keep foes away." You note. Illya nodded.
"Maybe, but it makes it difficult to find our foes as well." She muttered, leaning back. "Do you think it will be a long war?"
"The war proper will last no longer then about two weeks."
I didn't have the heart to say that the first two wars had both gone for over a month. Not when the third and fourth wars bucked the trend so hard.
We fell silent. I'm sure Illya was enraptured in her own thoughts, yet…
"You would be about thirteen now, right?"
"Eighteen or so." Illya quipped. "At least, that's how long I've lived." That, unfortunately, was something I don't think I'll ever be truly comfortable with. Had she grown so quickly as well, only to halt in age?
I… don't know what to think. In a way, it seemed like a cruel curse.
"And you?" Illya asked curiously. I raised an eyebrow.
"I drew the sword at sixteen." I muttered, trying to do the math. Kay and Bedivere were getting pretty old now, weren't they? I'd never really paid attention to the passing of years. It simply didn't affect me…
That was another thought that made me uncomfortable. Maybe that helped the perception of my nature as an inhuman king that Tristram had complained of.
"At least forty." I muttered. "Yes, it must be at least that, Lancelot and Gawain's sons served on the Round Table, and I know Gawain did not have a child for several years after we began gathering knights in earnest."
It brings me a little shame, knowing I can't give Illya a proper answer to her question, yet the young girl merely nods, leaning backwards in her chair.
"You aged very well."
I don't have the heart to do anything but take the compliment for what it was. There was no undertone that I could detect in her voice. If she meant offence, then I didn't notice it.
"Then you were not raised in Fuyuki." I dared not mention his name. Illya seems to understand what I was asking, though, for she shook her head,
"I was raised in the mansion in Germany." She answered. "Before a few months ago I'd never been to Japan. I only know the language because of father."
"Because of?"
"I inherited the language from mother. Father taught it to her. Therefore, father is the one who taught me."
It was… odd, but I understood.
"Is Fuyuki to your liking?"
"I miss the food." Illya answered a little shyly. "But not much else. Fuyuki has been nicer then Germany so far."
"I see."
Then again, for one like Illya, what else was there to like about Germany?
"The Einzbern do not like you?"
"Whatever made you think that?"
That was so unbelievably sarcastic it wasn't funny, but I rise to the bait.
"Summoning Berserker three months early wo-"
"I know." She shivers a little. "If maintaining you is only a little effort, then maintaining a Berserker without the grail would be torture."
That was about how I would put it too.
"I presume there would be a strategic reason to summon Berserker early?"
"It's Berserker. No one summons that thing willingly." I didn't correct Illya on that score. The way she spat 'thing', made my shiver. "No, I think it was spite. The Einzbern hate my father. So do I."
And I, for that matter. It seems we are united in our hate for Emiya Kiritsugu.
"How many have been summoned?" Illya doesn't answer me for a moment, as one of the maids, Sella I believe, walks in with a pair of plates, with simply prepared meat and potato on it.
"Mistress. Dinner is served." She whispers, bowing and leaving us to eat. I glance at my plate. Compared to Illya, my portion is positively massive.
"You need strength, no?" Illya mused. "Please, eat."
And I would without question, for any little thing I could do to alleviate the burden on Illya, for even a moment, would be worth any discomfort on my behalf. I had a few unique abilities to make up for my deficiencies as a Servant. An increased benefit from food was one.
It helped it tasted delicious, sausages covered in gravy. I wish the round table had things like this more often. I was too used to doing without the simple luxury of good food. It was like my mouth had ascended to heaven, leaving my body behind.
"As far as I know, you are number four." Illya spoke up. "I can't confirm two of the other classes. I'm positive that was Caster setting up her shop in Ryuudou Temple, though."
A location? That would be helpful. Yet Illya's expression darkened, as my own lightened.
"Don't. Don't even think it."
"Sorry?"
"Ryuudou Temple is surrounded by a spiritual wall." Illya muttered. "Spirits can't get in or out without using the gate. Doing so is… hazardous. I don't know what it'll do to a Servant, but a mere spirit would be obliterated."
I visibly wince at that.
"I hope that's an exaggeration."
"Only by a little." She admitted. "I don't have a plan for dealing with Caster yet. Not while she's entrenched in the temple. Please give me more time. I'm sure I can get us in there, I just need to work out how."
I nod at that.
"Your sure its merely three?" Being the fourth Servant meant the Grail was earnestly summoning, though.
"Tohsaka-san will probably summon soon." Illya notes. "The overseer said midnight tomorrow was the last chance for summoning."
"You left it late."
"I felt like it."
I couldn't fault her rebuke. She must have really wanted to avoid summoning the Servant attached to the tablet.
"Then it is safe to assume the war has begun?"
"The priest won't stop us. There's already been an incident in the city."
I nod, returning to my meal. Illya eats in silence, and the maids join us midway through the meal.
"Can I trouble you for more?"
Sella looks up, taking my plate and wordlessly sweeping from the room. She soon returns with another huge plateful.
I eat more then my share. Much more. Yet I finish with a satisfied stomach.
"Do you intend to take to the field?"
I remember Kiritsugu's methods well. If Illya was like him…
"Yes. I will fight by your side if needed, but I think my mana is better used on you, no?"
She was probably right about that. Yet she was Irisviel's daughter. She probably knew the same healing magic. Irisviel was very effective at what she did.
"I will keep you safe. Please do not engage Servants yourself. That is why you have me."
"I won't."
I'm glad she says that.
"And enemy Masters?"
"If they get in the way, kill them. If they don't..." She leaves it hanging, returning to her meal.
"I do not wish to harm the enemy Masters. The Servants are all that need die."
"And if I am at risk?"
I begin to understand what, exactly, she meant. I recall a similar situation in the fourth war. Kiritsugu and the Master of Lancer fought whilst I was occupied with other matters.
"… Then they will have to be dealt with."
I would kill them. I couldn't say as much, but Illyasviel was my charge. I would allow no harm to come to her. If that meant an enemy Master need die, then so be it. They were not worth more then Illya's life and health.
"I won't ask you to kill the Master's." Illya nodded, smiling a little. "That you will see to my safety is enough."
I wanted to push the matter a little more, but I felt like that would be more hindrance then help. There was no need to push a matter before Illya had shown her true intentions.
Besides, I was confident I could stop her from doing anything particularly untoward.
"So long as you agree that I will deal with the opposing Servant's, that is fine." I note. "Do you have any schedules that I should know about?"
"Nothing." Illya shook her head, a small yawn escaping her lips. I hum, staring at her for a long moment.
"You should sleep." I note. Illya stares at me for a long moment, before nodding gently.
"Maybe." She admits. "We can continue tomorrow. Sella, please see Saber to her room."
"It would be best if I remain with you."
"I know." She answers. "But you have a room regardless. It's yours to use as you please, Saber." With that, she stood up, giving a small curtsy and making her way to the stairs. Leysritt follows after her a moment later, leaving her plate half-finished.
Sella's gaze has lost none of its distrust, but she says nothing, continuing her dinner.
"You do not trust me."
I stated it merely as fact. Sella does not immediately answer.
"No. Herakles was selected as her Servant due to his particular qualities as a human, and Berserker was chosen as his class for obedience." She answered. "I do not agree with her decision."
"Will you oppose me doing my duty?"
"Only if you harm the mistress." Sella answered curtly. "Do you intend to watch over her?"
[ ] Yes.
[ ] No.
-
In the morning…
[ ] Talk to Illya further.
-[ ] Ask about Ilya's reasons for summoning you.
-[ ] Inquire further about the state of the war and Fuyuki.
-[ ] Write in.
[ ] Leave the Mansion and enter Fuyuki. There's no reason to delay. Let the war begin in earnest.
Confusion. I don't understand my Master very well. My only memories of Illya and her father are happy ones, yet the girl in front of me…
Illya motions down the hall before continuing.
"Don't worry, Saber." She states. Her voice is wavering though. "So long as you have me, then the war has already ended in our victory."
She might be right about that. This is the strongest I have ever been as a Servant. Power flowed through every inch of my body, and I'm sure I could probably get even stronger if Illya diverted more of her mana flow to me. Yet that would never be a viable tactic. A homunculus had huge reserves of mana, effectively infinite in fact, as far as humans were concerned. They were creatures designed to be a Magic Circuit first, human second.
Yet even that had a limit. There wasn't a problem of quantity she could produce, but rather, the quantity she could use. No matter how big the tank, it was limited by the pipes leading from it, in how much of its fuel could be used.
Illya could only direct so much mana to me, more then that would likely prevent her from deploying whatever magecraft she possessed.
Even so, though, this would be a first. I've never been able to fight without regard to mana usage before. The idea of fighting without true restraint was exhilarating in a way. I didn't have to worry about draining myself dry. Illya could supply many times my maximum capacity of mana a day without issue.
"You are confident that you can win." I note gently, following her into what looked like a dining hall. The table was huge, but only four plates were actually set up.
It was a lonely mansion. I could see between the lines. Only three chairs saw regular use. The rest showed signs of newness the others did not. They were well looked after, but the had none of the small signs of wear the used three did.
I was beginning to wonder if anyone but Illya and her maids actually lived here.
"Of course. I have the King of Knights." Illya answered. "Between your power and my command spell, its a foregone conclusion that we will win. We begin from a position that can't be beaten."
"As I recall, this mansion was breached last war." I noted. Illya paused, glancing at me.
"Yeah." Her answer was soft. "I suppose you were here."
"I was."
"It hasn't really been used." She admitted. "I've only been here four months. It was a mess when I arrived."
"You cleaned it yourself?"
Illya shook her head, hopping on a seat and taking what you assumed was her place at the table.
"No. Leysritt and Sella helped. Leysritt did most of it." Illya admitted. "I was going to leave it, at first. Enough of the house was intact. I didn't really want to bother with somewhere I'd only live for a short while, but..."
"It grew on you."
Illya nodded. I found myself settling into an unused chair to her right. Her maids had sat at her left.
"The house was provided with the intent I summon Berserker." Illya noted. "The halls are large, and the rooms easily defended by someone of great stature. With you, one of the houses in Fuyuki would have been better."
"Defence is not an issue here. The forest will keep foes away." You note. Illya nodded.
"Maybe, but it makes it difficult to find our foes as well." She muttered, leaning back. "Do you think it will be a long war?"
"The war proper will last no longer then about two weeks."
I didn't have the heart to say that the first two wars had both gone for over a month. Not when the third and fourth wars bucked the trend so hard.
We fell silent. I'm sure Illya was enraptured in her own thoughts, yet…
"You would be about thirteen now, right?"
"Eighteen or so." Illya quipped. "At least, that's how long I've lived." That, unfortunately, was something I don't think I'll ever be truly comfortable with. Had she grown so quickly as well, only to halt in age?
I… don't know what to think. In a way, it seemed like a cruel curse.
"And you?" Illya asked curiously. I raised an eyebrow.
"I drew the sword at sixteen." I muttered, trying to do the math. Kay and Bedivere were getting pretty old now, weren't they? I'd never really paid attention to the passing of years. It simply didn't affect me…
That was another thought that made me uncomfortable. Maybe that helped the perception of my nature as an inhuman king that Tristram had complained of.
"At least forty." I muttered. "Yes, it must be at least that, Lancelot and Gawain's sons served on the Round Table, and I know Gawain did not have a child for several years after we began gathering knights in earnest."
It brings me a little shame, knowing I can't give Illya a proper answer to her question, yet the young girl merely nods, leaning backwards in her chair.
"You aged very well."
I don't have the heart to do anything but take the compliment for what it was. There was no undertone that I could detect in her voice. If she meant offence, then I didn't notice it.
"Then you were not raised in Fuyuki." I dared not mention his name. Illya seems to understand what I was asking, though, for she shook her head,
"I was raised in the mansion in Germany." She answered. "Before a few months ago I'd never been to Japan. I only know the language because of father."
"Because of?"
"I inherited the language from mother. Father taught it to her. Therefore, father is the one who taught me."
It was… odd, but I understood.
"Is Fuyuki to your liking?"
"I miss the food." Illya answered a little shyly. "But not much else. Fuyuki has been nicer then Germany so far."
"I see."
Then again, for one like Illya, what else was there to like about Germany?
"The Einzbern do not like you?"
"Whatever made you think that?"
That was so unbelievably sarcastic it wasn't funny, but I rise to the bait.
"Summoning Berserker three months early wo-"
"I know." She shivers a little. "If maintaining you is only a little effort, then maintaining a Berserker without the grail would be torture."
That was about how I would put it too.
"I presume there would be a strategic reason to summon Berserker early?"
"It's Berserker. No one summons that thing willingly." I didn't correct Illya on that score. The way she spat 'thing', made my shiver. "No, I think it was spite. The Einzbern hate my father. So do I."
And I, for that matter. It seems we are united in our hate for Emiya Kiritsugu.
"How many have been summoned?" Illya doesn't answer me for a moment, as one of the maids, Sella I believe, walks in with a pair of plates, with simply prepared meat and potato on it.
"Mistress. Dinner is served." She whispers, bowing and leaving us to eat. I glance at my plate. Compared to Illya, my portion is positively massive.
"You need strength, no?" Illya mused. "Please, eat."
And I would without question, for any little thing I could do to alleviate the burden on Illya, for even a moment, would be worth any discomfort on my behalf. I had a few unique abilities to make up for my deficiencies as a Servant. An increased benefit from food was one.
It helped it tasted delicious, sausages covered in gravy. I wish the round table had things like this more often. I was too used to doing without the simple luxury of good food. It was like my mouth had ascended to heaven, leaving my body behind.
"As far as I know, you are number four." Illya spoke up. "I can't confirm two of the other classes. I'm positive that was Caster setting up her shop in Ryuudou Temple, though."
A location? That would be helpful. Yet Illya's expression darkened, as my own lightened.
"Don't. Don't even think it."
"Sorry?"
"Ryuudou Temple is surrounded by a spiritual wall." Illya muttered. "Spirits can't get in or out without using the gate. Doing so is… hazardous. I don't know what it'll do to a Servant, but a mere spirit would be obliterated."
I visibly wince at that.
"I hope that's an exaggeration."
"Only by a little." She admitted. "I don't have a plan for dealing with Caster yet. Not while she's entrenched in the temple. Please give me more time. I'm sure I can get us in there, I just need to work out how."
I nod at that.
"Your sure its merely three?" Being the fourth Servant meant the Grail was earnestly summoning, though.
"Tohsaka-san will probably summon soon." Illya notes. "The overseer said midnight tomorrow was the last chance for summoning."
"You left it late."
"I felt like it."
I couldn't fault her rebuke. She must have really wanted to avoid summoning the Servant attached to the tablet.
"Then it is safe to assume the war has begun?"
"The priest won't stop us. There's already been an incident in the city."
I nod, returning to my meal. Illya eats in silence, and the maids join us midway through the meal.
"Can I trouble you for more?"
Sella looks up, taking my plate and wordlessly sweeping from the room. She soon returns with another huge plateful.
I eat more then my share. Much more. Yet I finish with a satisfied stomach.
"Do you intend to take to the field?"
I remember Kiritsugu's methods well. If Illya was like him…
"Yes. I will fight by your side if needed, but I think my mana is better used on you, no?"
She was probably right about that. Yet she was Irisviel's daughter. She probably knew the same healing magic. Irisviel was very effective at what she did.
"I will keep you safe. Please do not engage Servants yourself. That is why you have me."
"I won't."
I'm glad she says that.
"And enemy Masters?"
"If they get in the way, kill them. If they don't..." She leaves it hanging, returning to her meal.
"I do not wish to harm the enemy Masters. The Servants are all that need die."
"And if I am at risk?"
I begin to understand what, exactly, she meant. I recall a similar situation in the fourth war. Kiritsugu and the Master of Lancer fought whilst I was occupied with other matters.
"… Then they will have to be dealt with."
I would kill them. I couldn't say as much, but Illyasviel was my charge. I would allow no harm to come to her. If that meant an enemy Master need die, then so be it. They were not worth more then Illya's life and health.
"I won't ask you to kill the Master's." Illya nodded, smiling a little. "That you will see to my safety is enough."
I wanted to push the matter a little more, but I felt like that would be more hindrance then help. There was no need to push a matter before Illya had shown her true intentions.
Besides, I was confident I could stop her from doing anything particularly untoward.
"So long as you agree that I will deal with the opposing Servant's, that is fine." I note. "Do you have any schedules that I should know about?"
"Nothing." Illya shook her head, a small yawn escaping her lips. I hum, staring at her for a long moment.
"You should sleep." I note. Illya stares at me for a long moment, before nodding gently.
"Maybe." She admits. "We can continue tomorrow. Sella, please see Saber to her room."
"It would be best if I remain with you."
"I know." She answers. "But you have a room regardless. It's yours to use as you please, Saber." With that, she stood up, giving a small curtsy and making her way to the stairs. Leysritt follows after her a moment later, leaving her plate half-finished.
Sella's gaze has lost none of its distrust, but she says nothing, continuing her dinner.
"You do not trust me."
I stated it merely as fact. Sella does not immediately answer.
"No. Herakles was selected as her Servant due to his particular qualities as a human, and Berserker was chosen as his class for obedience." She answered. "I do not agree with her decision."
"Will you oppose me doing my duty?"
"Only if you harm the mistress." Sella answered curtly. "Do you intend to watch over her?"
[ ] Yes.
[ ] No.
-
In the morning…
[ ] Talk to Illya further.
-[ ] Ask about Ilya's reasons for summoning you.
-[ ] Inquire further about the state of the war and Fuyuki.
-[ ] Write in.
[ ] Leave the Mansion and enter Fuyuki. There's no reason to delay. Let the war begin in earnest.
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[X] Yes.
[X] Talk to Illya further.
-[X] Ask about Ilya's reasons for summoning you.
Heck, sausages weren't anywhere as good as modern german sausage. Mmm....
*Urge to excaliblast the Temple*
[X] Talk to Illya further.
-[X] Ask about Ilya's reasons for summoning you.
He was a very hateable man
Well, back in her era, spices were almost nonexistent.
Heck, sausages weren't anywhere as good as modern german sausage. Mmm....
*Urge to excaliblast the Temple*
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
I had German sausages last night. Mmmm~
Excuse me, back to being a addict~!
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Honestly? Horrible math couples with being unable to find what her actual age is, since I was stuck using the beginning of Fate/Zero for reference, which is honestly a TERRIBLE idea.
Gimme a moment, I'll fix it.