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Fate/Sunny Order (FGO)

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linkhyrule5 said:
So phasing, then? Neat.

Is that in Mats, or just something you invented? I've seen it before elsewhere so I'm guessing Mats, but I'm having trouble finding it.
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Yeah, it's in the mats. Link.

Swordomatic said:
The threat screams and crashes against the wall on the far side, and so Mashu leaps to her feet and assesses the situation immediately. Ritsuka is on the ground, his complexion pallid, his breath quick and agonised. Kana, on the bed, is in much the same situation - and Mashu can see the red dots on the side of her neck, still dripping blood.
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Yeah, as reasons to be paranoid of lesbian vampires go, one drank my brother's and my blood, in a plot to kill us, is a good one.

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And beyond the new window, she sees countless monsters in the sky, shrieking and calling upon fire and wind as they burn Orleans down.

War has already come back to Orleans, and far sooner than anyone had expected.
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Anyone else remember that Gilles was made Marshall of France for his military exploits? Yeah. I wouldn't be too surprised if it turned out that they intentionally left Orleans standing so that Jeanne and crew would eventually go there and Jalter and crew could launch an attack.
 
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It's from mats, as I recall. It was one of the fight major signs that she was Galahad.

Also that is not a spoiler literally everyone already knows except Mashu.

Also I'd appreciate if no one in this thread spoiled it for her, thanks.
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Hey Mash, I'm pretty sure the Heroic Spirit who's inside of you is Ajax. He had a big shield, right?
 
You know, if Jeanne loves Cannon....

Nobu likes boom boom thingies.

Most naval Riders would know artillery by necessities.

...Will they have casual discussion about cannons, artillerry and gunpowder during snack time or something like that?
 
...is no one gonna say it?


Bitches Love Cannons!​

Only one persons made that joke so far. I am dissapoinged in you all.

Prime opportunity people.
 
Who? said:
Anyone else remember that Gilles was made Marshall of France for his military exploits? Yeah. I wouldn't be too surprised if it turned out that they intentionally left Orleans standing so that Jeanne and crew would eventually go there and Jalter and crew could launch an attack.
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That sounds extremely plausible, but it might also be solely Jalter's plan. Gilles may have been a general, but I'm not sure Bluebeard has enough sanity left to come up with that sort of plan.
 
all fictions said:
That sounds extremely plausible, but it might also be solely Jalter's plan. Gilles may have been a general, but I'm not sure Bluebeard has enough sanity left to come up with that sort of plan.
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to be fair to him, he doesn't have mad enhancment which reduces sanity, he has mental corruption.

So he could have his wits about him.

He is insane as hell though.
 
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Once, she saw this place. As a child of eight years, together with her family as they bumbled around the city waiting for the next plane to London. They wandered the city, taking in the sights they could in less than twenty four hours, and saw this place.

It was pristine then, well cared for in a time of peace. Now it is scarred by flame and fang, no doubt the victim of too many wyvern attacks. But its majesty remains as the church of Jeanne D'Arc.

Thousands gathered here at Saint-Croix Cathedral, with what seemed like the entire city joined in song as they tried to weather the doom that has befallen France. They sang hymns to find strength in these times of adversity, praying and praying for the deliverance of God. For a sign of His will.

She comes with the crash of thunder, joining her voice to the prayer. It does not meld into the chorus, but cuts clearly through it. Powerful and willful, she takes charge of this prayer and praises the Lord with fire and faith and unrelenting passion. She sings of the need to fight, she sings of a hope for a better tomorrow, and she sings of the mission that she has returned for.

For a time, the cathedral and what seems like all of Orleans is silent. Jeanne sings alone, silent but for the haunting breath of the city. But her faith soon spreads like wildfire as Orleans, and France, accept that the Saint - their Saint has returned, and she has returned with the will of God!

And as the clergymen and the clergywomen fall to their knees, as all Orleans gives their respects to the returned Maid, as the bishop whispers her name with tears in his eyes, fear dies a pitiful death. And in its place is hope, purpose, and a target painted on France.

Soon, tomorrow or the day after, Jeanne's faithful will march on Paris. And so the calamity will finally end.
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This is beautiful...
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Wait! I'm not here for the feels! I'm here for the shenanigans! Give me shenanigans!
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"Less isn't none. Go to bed, Miss Kyrielight."

And just like that, Mashu lets out a sigh. "...Understood, Doctor."

Romani smiles, tilting his head. "Thank you, Mashu. Good night."
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Go away feels! Daughteru and Father time isn't wanted! Though this is cute as fuck.
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brb committing seppuku when I die bury my likes with me
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Commit Sudoku is WAY more painful.
 
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"It's just bad luck, senpai," Mashu tries, but it is too late. A forty hour game has just gone down the toilet. "Why don't we play a different game? Like, uh… FTL?"
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For some reason, every time Ritsuka uses the Stealth B he runs into an enemy with drones within the first two sectors and gets murdered.

He's also had a bizarrely high number of encounters with 5 shield enemies. And he's never found the Rock Homeworlds on a Rock C run, despite dozens of attempts.

Oh, and literally every time he's gone into a nebula he ends up regretting it. And let's not talk about all the times he's lost his ship to solar flare induced fires (or fires in general)*, or the number of times he's lost veteran crew to unfortunately timed jumps.

Also, the random events love to screw him over. And his luck with the shops is horrible.

(Meanwhile Kana gets a weapon preigniter every other run, regularly finds high end weapons floating about in space, and always manages to dodge the flagship's triple missile barrage.)

*His Lanius crewmembers have an alarming tendency to suffer fire related deaths. No one knows how he manages to do it.
 
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Ritsuka usually starts off strong in FTL but then eventually the salt overtakes him (not a good pain) and he starts making awful mistakes. Doesn't help his luck is pretty heinous. He still hasn't beaten the boss with any ship.

Kana, meanwhile, while on average luckier than her brother (not hard tbh), is a lot better at keeping her cool, and takes much much longer before salting out. A cool demeanour (and constant pressure valve of snarky commentary helping take the edge off any bullshit) helps her a lot, not to mention that compared to Ritsuka she's got the mind for wargames that helps her make marginally better decisions most of the time, which snowball to give her a much better shot when she finally gets to the rebel flagship.

It definitely helps that she can find the Pre-Igniter fairly often, but during challenge runs where she doesn't pick up any augments at all she can still win.
 
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Ritsuka usually starts off strong in FTL but then eventually the salt overtakes him (not a good pain) and he starts making awful mistakes. Doesn't help his luck is pretty heinous. He still hasn't beaten the boss with any ship.

Kana, meanwhile, while on average luckier than her brother (not hard tbh), is a lot better at keeping her cool, and takes much much longer before salting out. A cool demeanour (and constant pressure valve of snarky commentary helping take the edge off any bullshit) helps her a lot, not to mention that compared to Ritsuka she's got the mind for wargames that helps her make marginally better decisions most of the time, which snowball to give her a much better shot when she finally gets to the rebel flagship.

It definitely helps that she can find the Pre-Igniter fairly often, but during challenge runs where she doesn't pick up any augments at all she can still win.
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That's just utter bovine excrement. Ritsuka has better luck in FTL than me. Lower salt tolerance, though.
 
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Interlude 3: A Faustian (Medean?) Bargain
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    • 2026 (???)

    Chaldea

    "...Did I get that right, Caster?" Arturia Pendragon, King of the Britons (and of Knights and of England, she has many titles) leans forward with her arms crossed, her face frowned in skepticism. "You want me to model some clothes? For you?"

    "I won't ask again, Saber," sneers Medea, Princess of Colchis and Witch of Betrayal (and former chairwoman of the Jason Fanclub, it was an embarrassing time of her life), chin held high in displeasure. "Just know that I have the most delightful of dresses that you would look lovely in, and I am willing to pay any sort of price for you to agree."

    "That is not how you ask someone you previously kidnapped to do a favor to you," says the Saber pointedly, and she picks up her cup of piping hot green tea in both hands, as is traditional. "Indeed, as I am King and you were a Princess, there is a protocol to these things." She takes a sip, eyes closed and brow still knitted. "Kneel, Caster, and state your request again."

    "Ah, but this is not a matter of King and Princess, but a Knight and a Wizard. And in such matters, the Knight is to obey without question," replies the Caster, her fingers tented sinisterly in the folds of her cloak. "Do so and be rewarded, Saber, with the wildest of your dreams and fantasies."

    Saber sighs and shakes her head, full of pity but bereft of remorse. "Oh, Caster Caster Caster, there is nothing you could possibly give me that I don't already have. I have the warmth of family and tea in my hands, and I have a noble purpose to uphold with all my energies. What could you possibly give me with your foul magics?"

    "I could give you the boya, in the prime of his life, as he was back in the Fifth War," titters Medea, and so the bait is dangled before the hungry lion's eyes.

    At once Arturia's eyes widen in shock, and it is only with practice and incredible self-control that she does not spit her tea out. She swallows instead, and takes a second to compose herself before setting her teacup aside. Shock aside, a King must always maintain appearances. "Is... this true, Caster?"

    Caster laughs darkly, as the diabolical viziers of old did. "I find your lack of faith disturbing. The ability to reduce a person's age is insignificant to the powers of Magecraft."

    Saber stops, looking down at her tea and most of all deep within herself. She lets out a sigh with the chill of the night in it, all but perfectly motionless. "Is it possible to learn this power?"

    She inclines her head downwards, showing just enough of her hood to reveal a single eye glinting in the light. "I have you now."

    A fair distance away, Robin Hood tries not to rip his head off from the sheer nerdiness.

    ----

    "OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!"

    "I hate everyone," says Shirou Emiya, in the scratchy voice of his youth as he holds a fair-skinned hand to his head, clutching a handful of rust-red hair with complicated emotions. The daughter he would have had in a different life, blessed with the same hair and eyes as her father, can only squeal with joy at this, nearly doubling over with catatonic glee. Her twin, with dark hair and his mother's blue eyes, is less enthused.

    "What," he seethes, "The fuck. Just happened. Archer?"

    "I was frying an omelette. I sprinkled salt on the omelette. I sampled the omelette. and I shrank twenty centimeters." And though he is returned to the stature of his youth, his red mantle hanging loose on a frame that is almost two heads shorter than it was meant for, the man who became the Red Archer possesses none of his childish optimism and doe-eyed outlook. Anyone who was hoping for a return to the wide-eyed days of a young Shirou Emiya, before and during the outbreak of the Fifth Holy Grail War, would be surely disappointed by a squint-eyed bittergourd of a man, who does not thirst for revenge because he has already lost all hope of ever finding salvation. In this regard, he, too, is like the son he never had. "When I find who fucked with my salt I am going to stuff Hrunting up their ass."

    Ritsuka winces while Kana giggles on the ground next to him, but it is the purple-haired Mashu Kyrielight who speaks up. "Wouldn't it be fatal?" She asks, as she fails to comprehend the gravitas of her question and his threat. "I mean, Hrunting is a long sword..."

    "Oh, no worries, Miss Kyrielight," mutters Shirou Emiya darkly, and his hand sparks with green light before a profoundly jagged arrow as long as his thigh appears, held in grip. Death would be a mercy to get away from such torment. And as befits the Red Hound, it will never get away. "It won't reach the Spiritual Core. I will make sure of it."

    And so Lancer arrives, Cu Chulainn arriving, and he whistles when he sees the rust-haired youth he killed twenty-something years ago. "Ho! The kid finally showed up! Didn't realise he made the dumb contract like the old man!"

    "At least he isn't dumb enough to kill his own son because he doesn't understand that a geas is unbreakable and thus forming non-contradictory ones is not only ideal but necessary to prevent filicide."

    Lancer's expression falters, and his face twists with annoyance. "Ah, it's you. Damn, I was hoping to meet a real man, not an old has-been."

    "An old has-been who, mind you, hasn't committed filicide."

    "Look if anyone had to be the one to kill Connla, I'm glad it was me. At least he died fighting someone good."

    "You are a fantastic parent."

    It is a startling experience for Ritsuka and Kana, to see their younger father, who looked so hopeful and happy and not-dead-inside in old photos and stories recounted by their aunt and mother, banter with Lancer in a manner so dead and salty they might actually be in hell right now. Which, Ritsuka decides, is an interesting thought he will hold onto for the foreseeable future.

    Banter escalates to insults, insults escalate to battle, battle escalates to warfare, and warfare escalates to Ritsuka burning two precious Command Seals to make both of his troublesome Servants stop fighting, spending a third to call a birdwatching Herakles to his side immediately, and several minutes yelling at how dumb they are both being - again an interesting situation, Ritsuka has never ever been in a position to scold his father - while Herakles swings them around like a bungee cord.

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    In Medea's workshop, upon a white screen projected upon by a crystal ball, Arturia, Atalanta, Okita, Nobunaga, Altera, Medusa, Marie, and Medea all look at the disaster that is a young Shirou Emiya swordfighting Cu Chulainn and loving every minute of it. Each of them dressed in increasingly frilly, elaborate, and skimpy-yet-tasteful attire - Arturia the most frilly, elaborate, skimpy and tasteful one of all - they alternatively cringe and cheer at every turning point in the episode before them, enraptured by the joy of seeing a young redhead and a passionate bluehead get manhandled by an exceedingly muscular mountain.

    Marie claps her hands together, laughing happily. "Mm! Magnifique, Medea! This is indeed entertaining!"

    "I must admit, Caster," Arturia says, "You do good work. Archer looks exactly like Shirou did, long ago." She purses her lips, her brow mightily wrinkled. "But it's wrong."

    "Oh, Saber?" Medea asks. "Are my works insufficient for a King?"

    "Depends on the king - but no in this case it's just..." She shakes her head. "Shirou was never quite so bitter, and Archer never smiles. This is just disconcerting in the extreme. Change them back."

    "Hmm... It's true, they are completely unlike each other. I sometimes wonder if Archer's hair is actually salt." Medea shrugs. "But you must admit the merits of the work itself."

    "Oh, definitely, it is a very faithful recreation. Well done, Caster."

    "Of course. My work is impeccable. You may shower me in praise, Saber."

    "Don't actually do that," Atalanta says grumpily, "She'll just escalate and then suddenly everyone has cat ears."

    "I praise you, Caster," Altera says immediately.

    "Why are you like this, Altera?" sighs Atalanta.

    "Because cat ears are Good Civilisation."

    Arturia blushes when she considers the possibilities, a tanned man with white cat ears and a deadpan expression (and a slight blush). She nods firmly, yet shyly. "Y-Yes... you do good work, Caster."

    "Why are you like this?"

    Medusa, her cheeks red, does not say anything. But privately, she considers asking Medea to do this again. And Nobunaga laughs when she sees Medusa's expression, the Demon Archer wearing an even taller hat than usual to keep up with the titanic proportions of the Gorgon herself.

    "YES! This is GOOD, Caster!" Nobunaga nods to herself, verbalising every nod. "For the next one, you must make Herakles a cute young boy!"

    Okita quickly shakes her head, hands clapped together with worry. "Nobu no that might be dangerous, we could all die from the cuteness."

    "It is fine, this is non-canon anyways!"

    "Don't say that! Plus, this is an Interlude! Their canonicity is questionable at least!"

    "BAH! You are WEAK, Okita! THIS is why we don't get any screentime!"

    On the screen, Berserker lets out one last shout as he throws both Archer and Lancer through a wall, shattering it like glass. Abruptly the screen caves in, and Archer and Lancer are both in the rubble.

    Blinking, all the women in Medea's workshop look at one another.

    "We should leave," Arturia suggests.

    "A fine suggestion," Medea agrees.

    "No food for a month," whispers Archer.

    And just like that, a dozen voices, five of them belonging to the King of Knights, cry out in terror, and were suddenly silenced.

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    "...Yeah I don't know what the fuck just happened," Ritsuka says.

    "Same," Kana and Mashu agree.
     
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    • Swordomatic said:
    "I could give you the boya, in the prime of his life, as he was back in the Fifth War," titters Medea, and so the bait is dangled before the hungry lion's eyes.
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    Oooh, that's playing dirty, Medea.
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    Caster laughs darkly, as the diabolical viziers of old did. "I find your lack of faith disturbing. The ability to reduce a person's age is insignificant to the powers of Magecraft."

    Saber stops, looking down at her tea and most of all deep within herself. She lets out a sigh with the chill of the night in it, all but perfectly motionless. "Is it possible to learn this power?"

    She inclines her head downwards, showing just enough of her hood to reveal a single eye glinting in the light. "I have you now."
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    NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERDS!!! But I approve.
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    Lancer's expression falters, and his face twists with annoyance. "Ah, it's you. Damn, I was hoping to meet a real man, not an old has-been."
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    Damn, son, put some lotion on that buuuuuuurn!
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    Banter escalates to insults, insults escalate to battle, battle escalates to warfare, and warfare escalates to Ritsuka burning two precious Command Seals to make both of his troublesome Servants stop fighting, spending a third to call a birdwatching Herakles to his side immediately, and several minutes yelling at how dumb they are both being - again an interesting situation, Ritsuka has never ever been in a position to scold his father - while Herakles swings them around like a bungee cord.
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    "Don't actually do that," Atalanta says grumpily, "She'll just escalate and then suddenly everyone has cat ears."

    "I praise you, Caster," Altera says immediately.
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    I praise you, Caster.
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    "Why are you like this, Altera?" sighs Atalanta.

    "Because cat ears are Good Civilisation."
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    Cat ears are always Good Civilization.
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    "YES! This is GOOD, Caster!" Nobunaga nods to herself, verbalising every nod. "For the next one, you must make Herakles a cute young boy!"

    Okita quickly shakes her head, hands clapped together with worry. "Nobu no that might be dangerous, we could all die from the cuteness."

    "It is fine, this is non-canon anyways!"

    "Don't say that! Plus, this is an Interlude! Their canonicity is questionable at least!"

    "BAH! You are WEAK, Okita! THIS is why we don't get any screentime!"
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    Nobu, give back my drill!
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    And just like that, a dozen voices, five of them belonging to the King of Knights, cry out in terror, and were suddenly silenced.
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