Fate/Sunny Order (FGO)
- Thread starter Swordomatic
- Start date
- Location
- Singapore
Aunt Sakura spoiled the twins and visited often, and is probably the third main reason why neither of them is a very good cook.
As it turns out, you don't have to be a good cook when your elders are all too happy to do it for you.
Rowknan
Roar
- Location
- The Unknown
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Don't know what your talking about. Every other king in Fate seems to have the right to complain about stuff they caused. Why can't Saber?Well Saber can't complain about getting badly cooked food if she cooked it. That's hardly kingly conduct.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
She holds herself to rather higher standards then those other kings do. That's most likely part of why she's so fondly remembered.
My headcanon is that Hercules sucks that anything sweets or requiring delicate touch. However, his roasted goods and stews are phenomenal.
My other headcanon is that Leonidas mostly the same, except that he can also makes meatpies. Pretty, flaky and crusty meatpies.
Rowknan
Roar
- Location
- The Unknown
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Can't argue with that, didn't really get her out of her -insert tragic Fate backstory here- though.
Chapter Six - Pt. 2
- Location
- Singapore
As a matter of fact, he didn't have anything to check. He only wanders Chaldea, walking its labyrinthine walkways and tunnels aimlessly, only paying enough attention to make a mental map of the facility. The rest of the time, he simply ruminated. Or brooded, he supposed Rin would call it.
...What kind of world was it in 2026? What was life in their household – his household, in a way? Did they still live in that same damn house? He wanted to know. He wanted to see it. But he couldn't bear to ask the two who would know it best.
Ever since he reaffirmed his promise to Kiritsugu, in that clash of blades against the young fool he was, Emiya Shirou has never looked back. He bears his sins happily, trusting that even as a storm of death in the employ of Alaya, he saves people – and that saving people, no matter the form is never wrong. But he wants to know that house. He wants to know that life.
For the first time, Archer wonders if he should have stayed. If he should have taken Rin's offer, and remained a constant presence.
...No, it wouldn't have been right. He didn't need that kind of shadow looming over him. It would be annoying.
"Yo, Archer."
Archer breaks out of his reverie and spots Lancer emerging from the deployment center. Herakles is here, too, standing guard dutifully by the doors. It seems his mindless walking has brought him here. "Lancer. You were away?"
"Found a smaller Singularity that might have some materials, so Master sent us to plunder it. Found some stuff. Good times." The celt sniffs. "What's with you? Done anything yet?"
He had gone to Rome, made a lot of cake, and that was the end of his contributions to the war effort. "Who knows? Maybe I've been cooking."
"And you didn't invite me? That's cold, Archer." Lancer walks up to him, his red spear balanced over his shoulders. Cu stands face to face with Archer, looking him in the eye with a scowl. "Not planning anything sneaky, right?"
"Can't imagine why I would," Archer reponds coolly. "We're all here to save humanity, aren't we? Or are you just here to fight?"
Cu looks him in the eye, his expression steady. The constant presence of Herakles looms over them, intimidating and promising swift defeat even with the small white creature sitting atop his head, eagerly watching their contest of wills. Lancer laughs and looks aside with a shrug. "It's true, I do like testing my strength against other strong opponents. But I am still a Hero." He looks testily at the Counter Guardian. "Can you say the same, Archer?"
Herakles grunts before he can escalate, promising swift fury if they fight again. His arms are crossed; his axe-sword had been shattered in Rome with his strength alone. It seems the greatest son of Greece continues to surpass himself with every incarnation.
"...Of course," Emiya responds with a smirk. "I have something to prove now."
Lancer laughs again. "You're a son of a bitch, Archer. We should have drinks someday."
"That's not how you invite people to drink, Lancer."
"Isn't it? C'mon, just because I think you're a piece of shit doesn't mean we can't get drunk together."
Herakles grunts again, growling just a bit for emphasis. Cu raises his hands above his head.
"Alright, alright. I'm not interested in the young Master losing his temper at me again." He walks off, waving back at Archer without looking back. "See you around, Archer! Try not to make any girls cry this time."
Archer waits for Lancer to leave before replying. "Of course," he mutters. "I have to try my best, too."
Berserker nods tersely at him, as if acknowledging him. Archer could not figure out why. Surely, Herakles has better things to do than mess around with some blacksmith. The doors to the deployment chamber open again, revealing Robin and Atalanta; the rest of the strike team, Emiya supposes.
"--don't even have to reload, it's great—oh." Robin looks up from the Huntress and frowns at him. "Archer, you're here."
"Just taking a walk," Emiya responds. He bows. "I'll take my leave."
"Hold on," Atalanta says. Both Archers turn to her. "I was about to compete against Robin in a test of archery. Would you like to come, Archer? Your performance in Rome was..." She purses her lips, finding the words. "...Adequate."
She looks over her shoulder at Herakles. "...Would you like to come?"
Herakles looks back at her. He says nothing.
"Fou," the small bunnycat on his head says.
"He said no," Robin says blandly.
Atalanta nods. "Just us, then." She tilts her head at the Counter Guardian. "Interested?"
He smiles and shakes his head. "Maybe next time," Emiya apologises. "I'm not confident in my abilities against Atalanta the Huntress and Robin Hood just yet."
"Alright then. Next time." Atalanta nods. "See you around, Archer."
They head off, and then it is just him and Berserker in the walkway. Archer thinks back to days past. He killed Herakles once with Caladbolg, didn't he? Is that why the demigod is paying attention to him?
Herakles smiles at him. Or, at least, tries to. It's like someone trying to smile for the first time, except they were hewn from obsidian and menaced with spikes. The point is, were he not already dead on the inside, Archer might have tried to run away screaming for his life. Still, he appreciates the gesture.
Archer smiles back at him and nods before moving on, haunting the next leg of halls in silence.
--
There is a knock on the door. Archer already knows who it is; the bond between Servant and Master endures even in this strange system, it seems. "Can I come in?" Kana asks.
"Come in," Archer says. The door opens, and his daughter-slash-Master enters, closing the door behind her. Emiya Shirou never really thought what he would look like as a girl – it was a waste of time, you see, and something that could never actually happen anyways – but all signs indicate that he would look something like the girl in front of him.
Fluffy orange hair tied into a sidetail and bright, mischevious golden eyes are her most striking feature, making her stand out immediately, and she seems to have inherited her mother's looks as well. But Archer knows that her cute looks and cheeky grin hide a fit and toned physique and a keen mind that is sharp, quick, and above all calm in the heat of combat. In this regard, she has Ritsuka beaten. As a commander, she already has him beat. They both do. It's shameful, in a way, but it seems his young Masters have already surpassed him when he was that age.
...He won't comment on the body. But he wonders: is it from his side, or Rin's side?
"How may I help?" Archer asks, while Kana clasps her hands behind her back. From what he can gather, Kana is closest to her father – that is to say, 'him'. But to what extent? Has she inherited their dream? How far does her projection go?
"Do I need an excuse to spend time with my daddy?" She asks, grinning. "Do you mind if I sit in your lap? I always used to do that when I was younger!"
Archer shrugs. "As you please, Master." She does so, beaming at him from ear to ear. "But I'm sure you have questions. So, what would you like to know?"
"Oh, not much! Just wanted to know what the Fifth War was like from your end!" Kana places her hands on her lap, letting her legs dangle off the side. "I mean, I kind of get the gist of it, but how was it on your end?"
Archer knows what she actually means. 'Why did you betray mom', and 'why did you betray her in the way you did'. Those are the real questions on her mind. "Well, my wish wasn't something the Grail could grant. Not really. At the time, my memories were hazy. I did not remember much, due to a botched summoning."
"Sounds like mom," Kana nods smugly.
Archer smirks. "Yes, it sounds like her, doesn't it?"
"You had opportunities to kill dad beforehand, though... Why didn't you take them?"
"Because at first I was hoping that he wasn't an idiot," Archer explains. "...But killing him – me – was never the point. The point was to break him. Show him the hypocrisy of that belief we share. No one can save everyone."
Kana nods. "Right, but ultimately dad reminded you that it's not the result he cares about, but the process, right? Being a hero at all?"
"Which in itself has issues... But yes," Archer nods. "As for why I did it the way I did...Ultimately, I wanted Rin to survive and win the war. If she had Saber, the war was easily hers. Call it selfish, but... I suppose I was following my ideals even after I rejected them."
Kana nods sagely. "Right, right... But what about when you shot Gilgamesh? I thought you died."
"Independent Action allows me to survive a damaged Spiritual Core for some time," Archer explains. "Not as well as Battle Continuation, but... It allows a degree of independence, as you'd expect. In that regard, Independent Action is a very useful Skill."
"Yeah, but I thought you were drained from mana after having nearly killed yourself fighting Lancer, then fighting Saber, then fighting dad while inside Unlimited Blade Works..."
He frowns at her. "...I only used Unlimited Blade Works once, and that was inside the church. When I fought 'me', it was just in the Einzbern courtyard."
"...Dad said he saw a hill of swords, though. And the skies cleared when he broke through to you!"
"He was imagining things," Archer says flatly. "Calling upon a Reality Marble is incredibly taxing, and my reserves were never very substantial to begin with. I wouldn't have survived to sunset even if I didn't get shot full of swords."
"...But Auntie Arturia said--"
"She was also imagining things. Saber has a very active imagination."
Kana thinks on this, and then nods. "That's true, she does. One time she told us the story of when she fought a giant cat monster!"
"...I believe that was the hunt for the Cath Palug," Archer says flatly. "That actually happened."
"Huh." Kana blinks owlishly. "I guess it did."
...He's going to have to adjust his estimate of her. Kana Tohsaka may actually be an idiot. "I got shot full of swords by the King of Heroes, entrusted defeating him to your father, got shot some more, escaped, and gave what support I could from hiding. If I revealed myself, I would have died in an instant."
"Dad mentions Rho Aias appearing before him when he was doing his chant," the girl with the sidetail says, a finger on her cheek. "Was that you?"
"Probably," Archer says. "It might have been him. Or it might have been me supporting him. You know, it's actually not very clear who did what, or how."
"You definitely stole dad's kill, though," she pouts.
"I saved his life," Archer corrects. "Besides, is it killstealing if we are the same person?"
"...Probably, in your case."
"I suppose you're right."
Archer smiles as Kana giggles. She claps her thighs as she ponders her next question. "Oh, Archer-dad! Why're you dark skinned and white haired?"
"Overuse of magecraft beyond my means," he replies immediately. "You should be fine, but my circuits are poor. It was only ever a matter of time."
"Riiiiight, but dad's not much tanner than I am, and he's only got like, one white hair. His eyes are still gold, too!" Kana taps her chin with her index fingers. "Actually, I'm pretty sure the only reason he has a tan is because he goes out so much. Are you sure it's projection magecraft?"
"Your father has the support of Saber and an active contract with your mother, and he did not dedicate himself to a life of aimless murder in the name of justice. I'm fairly certain it's projection."
"...Maybe it's contracting with Alaya," Kana says.
"It's not contracting with Alaya," Archer states firmly. "This change did not occur until after many years later, long after I made that compact."
"...What if it happens slowly?" Kana suggests. "So slowly you think it's projection magecraft, but it's actually not?"
It might be an answer, but he doubts it. Why would Alaya brand its servants like that in life? "That would be dumb. And pointless. You'd be able to identify contractees immediately."
"Hey, it's a theory," she shrugs. "Maybe you survived longer than most contractors! Who knows? Maybe Alaya is just really into ganguro... guys," she corrects at the last moment. "Anything's possible! Mankind's weird! It might influence the guardian spirit of human survival!"
"Alaya is timeless and also I'm fairly certain an actual sociopath," the Counter Guardian says bitterly. "I really don't think it works that way. If it did, why isn't Jeanne D'Arc brown?"
"Because she died early," Kana says, like it's the most obvious thing ever. "Also she never used magecraft and also she became a proper Heroic Spirit after canonisation. Check and mate, daddy-o."
"Never say 'daddy-o' ever again," Archer sighs. Yep, she is definitely an idiot. And he was so hopeful it was a facade. That poor boy. "And I still disagree. It makes literally no sense."
"Alright then, we'll make a bet. If the next Counter Guardian we summon is dark skinned, grey eyed and white haired, I win! Otherwise, you win." A beat. "Joan of Arc doesn't count because we already know who she is. Also she's not a 'proper' Counter Guardian anymore."
Archer sighs. Childish games it is then. "And what does the winner get?"
Kana taps her chin some more. "Hmm... If I win, you owe me a favor! Like a Command Seal sort of deal, except I don't actually have to spend it, and it probably won't provide any combat benefit. But basically an absolute command, that kind of thing!"
Archer scoffs. That is absurd. She already has Command Seals; she can already compel him flawlessly, considering that her seals regenerate. "Very well, I accept your terms. And if I win, you'll be more responsible and take equal share of the duties with Ritsuka." Truthfully, the boy could use all the help. He seems like just a few bad days from making a contract with Alaya himself, just to end it. Assuming Alaya is even still relevant, with the extinction of most of mankind.
Kana grins and grabs his hand. "You're on, daddy-o!"
"...Also you'll never say daddy-o ever again."
"Too late you didn't say that before I grabbed your hand! No deal!" She sticks her tongue out and laughs, before hopping onto her feet and stretching her arms over her head right in front of him. Archer closes his eyes immediately. It's disgusting normally, and it's doubly-disgusting when she is your own daughter – even if technically, her father is your alternate self.
...There is surprisingly little bounce – no dammit Emiya Shirou do not return to that state of mind. Never return to that state of mind. It leaves you at the mercy of women who know how to toy with innocent boyish hearts. This girl is still the daughter of that woman, and might know her tricks. Ever vigilant. Never interested.
"Alright!" Kana folds her arms and looks at her father. "Now, let's spar!"
"...I would destroy you," Archer says matter-of-factly. "It is not even a question. You would lose."
Kana snickers. "Wanna bet?"
"Be serious. You are still only human, and you would overtax your circuits. I cannot approve."
She pouts – and like this, she looks so very much like her mother. "Fine! Then go easy on me! Human baseline or something!"
"I'm not a video game, I can't just arbitrarily set my difficulty level."
"Come on, I used to fight dad all the time! But now he's not here and you're the next best thing!"
His eyes widen in realisation. It's not about being a better fighter then. She just wants to feel like she's sparring with Emiya Shirou again. Chuckling, Archer stands up and folds his arms. Disgusting, since when did he start submitting to gir—oh, wait. That has literally never changed.
He should do something about that. Ever vigilant. Never interested. But this much should be alright.
"Very well, Kana. We will spar. But," he adds, before Kana can cheer, "Although I won't kill you, I won't go easy on you. Understood?"
"Yep!" Kana nods. "I'll bring Asriel. That should even the score a bit!"
A personal mystic code? Interesting. A thought occurs to him, just then. "Kana, you were taught by Saber, yes?"
"She taught me swordfighting, yes," the girl nods. She tilts her head. "Why?"
Archer smiles at that. "Let's see how good she is as a teacher, now that she has time."
...What kind of world was it in 2026? What was life in their household – his household, in a way? Did they still live in that same damn house? He wanted to know. He wanted to see it. But he couldn't bear to ask the two who would know it best.
Ever since he reaffirmed his promise to Kiritsugu, in that clash of blades against the young fool he was, Emiya Shirou has never looked back. He bears his sins happily, trusting that even as a storm of death in the employ of Alaya, he saves people – and that saving people, no matter the form is never wrong. But he wants to know that house. He wants to know that life.
For the first time, Archer wonders if he should have stayed. If he should have taken Rin's offer, and remained a constant presence.
...No, it wouldn't have been right. He didn't need that kind of shadow looming over him. It would be annoying.
"Yo, Archer."
Archer breaks out of his reverie and spots Lancer emerging from the deployment center. Herakles is here, too, standing guard dutifully by the doors. It seems his mindless walking has brought him here. "Lancer. You were away?"
"Found a smaller Singularity that might have some materials, so Master sent us to plunder it. Found some stuff. Good times." The celt sniffs. "What's with you? Done anything yet?"
He had gone to Rome, made a lot of cake, and that was the end of his contributions to the war effort. "Who knows? Maybe I've been cooking."
"And you didn't invite me? That's cold, Archer." Lancer walks up to him, his red spear balanced over his shoulders. Cu stands face to face with Archer, looking him in the eye with a scowl. "Not planning anything sneaky, right?"
"Can't imagine why I would," Archer reponds coolly. "We're all here to save humanity, aren't we? Or are you just here to fight?"
Cu looks him in the eye, his expression steady. The constant presence of Herakles looms over them, intimidating and promising swift defeat even with the small white creature sitting atop his head, eagerly watching their contest of wills. Lancer laughs and looks aside with a shrug. "It's true, I do like testing my strength against other strong opponents. But I am still a Hero." He looks testily at the Counter Guardian. "Can you say the same, Archer?"
Herakles grunts before he can escalate, promising swift fury if they fight again. His arms are crossed; his axe-sword had been shattered in Rome with his strength alone. It seems the greatest son of Greece continues to surpass himself with every incarnation.
"...Of course," Emiya responds with a smirk. "I have something to prove now."
Lancer laughs again. "You're a son of a bitch, Archer. We should have drinks someday."
"That's not how you invite people to drink, Lancer."
"Isn't it? C'mon, just because I think you're a piece of shit doesn't mean we can't get drunk together."
Herakles grunts again, growling just a bit for emphasis. Cu raises his hands above his head.
"Alright, alright. I'm not interested in the young Master losing his temper at me again." He walks off, waving back at Archer without looking back. "See you around, Archer! Try not to make any girls cry this time."
Archer waits for Lancer to leave before replying. "Of course," he mutters. "I have to try my best, too."
Berserker nods tersely at him, as if acknowledging him. Archer could not figure out why. Surely, Herakles has better things to do than mess around with some blacksmith. The doors to the deployment chamber open again, revealing Robin and Atalanta; the rest of the strike team, Emiya supposes.
"--don't even have to reload, it's great—oh." Robin looks up from the Huntress and frowns at him. "Archer, you're here."
"Just taking a walk," Emiya responds. He bows. "I'll take my leave."
"Hold on," Atalanta says. Both Archers turn to her. "I was about to compete against Robin in a test of archery. Would you like to come, Archer? Your performance in Rome was..." She purses her lips, finding the words. "...Adequate."
She looks over her shoulder at Herakles. "...Would you like to come?"
Herakles looks back at her. He says nothing.
"Fou," the small bunnycat on his head says.
"He said no," Robin says blandly.
Atalanta nods. "Just us, then." She tilts her head at the Counter Guardian. "Interested?"
He smiles and shakes his head. "Maybe next time," Emiya apologises. "I'm not confident in my abilities against Atalanta the Huntress and Robin Hood just yet."
"Alright then. Next time." Atalanta nods. "See you around, Archer."
They head off, and then it is just him and Berserker in the walkway. Archer thinks back to days past. He killed Herakles once with Caladbolg, didn't he? Is that why the demigod is paying attention to him?
Herakles smiles at him. Or, at least, tries to. It's like someone trying to smile for the first time, except they were hewn from obsidian and menaced with spikes. The point is, were he not already dead on the inside, Archer might have tried to run away screaming for his life. Still, he appreciates the gesture.
Archer smiles back at him and nods before moving on, haunting the next leg of halls in silence.
--
There is a knock on the door. Archer already knows who it is; the bond between Servant and Master endures even in this strange system, it seems. "Can I come in?" Kana asks.
"Come in," Archer says. The door opens, and his daughter-slash-Master enters, closing the door behind her. Emiya Shirou never really thought what he would look like as a girl – it was a waste of time, you see, and something that could never actually happen anyways – but all signs indicate that he would look something like the girl in front of him.
Fluffy orange hair tied into a sidetail and bright, mischevious golden eyes are her most striking feature, making her stand out immediately, and she seems to have inherited her mother's looks as well. But Archer knows that her cute looks and cheeky grin hide a fit and toned physique and a keen mind that is sharp, quick, and above all calm in the heat of combat. In this regard, she has Ritsuka beaten. As a commander, she already has him beat. They both do. It's shameful, in a way, but it seems his young Masters have already surpassed him when he was that age.
...He won't comment on the body. But he wonders: is it from his side, or Rin's side?
"How may I help?" Archer asks, while Kana clasps her hands behind her back. From what he can gather, Kana is closest to her father – that is to say, 'him'. But to what extent? Has she inherited their dream? How far does her projection go?
"Do I need an excuse to spend time with my daddy?" She asks, grinning. "Do you mind if I sit in your lap? I always used to do that when I was younger!"
Archer shrugs. "As you please, Master." She does so, beaming at him from ear to ear. "But I'm sure you have questions. So, what would you like to know?"
"Oh, not much! Just wanted to know what the Fifth War was like from your end!" Kana places her hands on her lap, letting her legs dangle off the side. "I mean, I kind of get the gist of it, but how was it on your end?"
Archer knows what she actually means. 'Why did you betray mom', and 'why did you betray her in the way you did'. Those are the real questions on her mind. "Well, my wish wasn't something the Grail could grant. Not really. At the time, my memories were hazy. I did not remember much, due to a botched summoning."
"Sounds like mom," Kana nods smugly.
Archer smirks. "Yes, it sounds like her, doesn't it?"
"You had opportunities to kill dad beforehand, though... Why didn't you take them?"
"Because at first I was hoping that he wasn't an idiot," Archer explains. "...But killing him – me – was never the point. The point was to break him. Show him the hypocrisy of that belief we share. No one can save everyone."
Kana nods. "Right, but ultimately dad reminded you that it's not the result he cares about, but the process, right? Being a hero at all?"
"Which in itself has issues... But yes," Archer nods. "As for why I did it the way I did...Ultimately, I wanted Rin to survive and win the war. If she had Saber, the war was easily hers. Call it selfish, but... I suppose I was following my ideals even after I rejected them."
Kana nods sagely. "Right, right... But what about when you shot Gilgamesh? I thought you died."
"Independent Action allows me to survive a damaged Spiritual Core for some time," Archer explains. "Not as well as Battle Continuation, but... It allows a degree of independence, as you'd expect. In that regard, Independent Action is a very useful Skill."
"Yeah, but I thought you were drained from mana after having nearly killed yourself fighting Lancer, then fighting Saber, then fighting dad while inside Unlimited Blade Works..."
He frowns at her. "...I only used Unlimited Blade Works once, and that was inside the church. When I fought 'me', it was just in the Einzbern courtyard."
"...Dad said he saw a hill of swords, though. And the skies cleared when he broke through to you!"
"He was imagining things," Archer says flatly. "Calling upon a Reality Marble is incredibly taxing, and my reserves were never very substantial to begin with. I wouldn't have survived to sunset even if I didn't get shot full of swords."
"...But Auntie Arturia said--"
"She was also imagining things. Saber has a very active imagination."
Kana thinks on this, and then nods. "That's true, she does. One time she told us the story of when she fought a giant cat monster!"
"...I believe that was the hunt for the Cath Palug," Archer says flatly. "That actually happened."
"Huh." Kana blinks owlishly. "I guess it did."
...He's going to have to adjust his estimate of her. Kana Tohsaka may actually be an idiot. "I got shot full of swords by the King of Heroes, entrusted defeating him to your father, got shot some more, escaped, and gave what support I could from hiding. If I revealed myself, I would have died in an instant."
"Dad mentions Rho Aias appearing before him when he was doing his chant," the girl with the sidetail says, a finger on her cheek. "Was that you?"
"Probably," Archer says. "It might have been him. Or it might have been me supporting him. You know, it's actually not very clear who did what, or how."
"You definitely stole dad's kill, though," she pouts.
"I saved his life," Archer corrects. "Besides, is it killstealing if we are the same person?"
"...Probably, in your case."
"I suppose you're right."
Archer smiles as Kana giggles. She claps her thighs as she ponders her next question. "Oh, Archer-dad! Why're you dark skinned and white haired?"
"Overuse of magecraft beyond my means," he replies immediately. "You should be fine, but my circuits are poor. It was only ever a matter of time."
"Riiiiight, but dad's not much tanner than I am, and he's only got like, one white hair. His eyes are still gold, too!" Kana taps her chin with her index fingers. "Actually, I'm pretty sure the only reason he has a tan is because he goes out so much. Are you sure it's projection magecraft?"
"Your father has the support of Saber and an active contract with your mother, and he did not dedicate himself to a life of aimless murder in the name of justice. I'm fairly certain it's projection."
"...Maybe it's contracting with Alaya," Kana says.
"It's not contracting with Alaya," Archer states firmly. "This change did not occur until after many years later, long after I made that compact."
"...What if it happens slowly?" Kana suggests. "So slowly you think it's projection magecraft, but it's actually not?"
It might be an answer, but he doubts it. Why would Alaya brand its servants like that in life? "That would be dumb. And pointless. You'd be able to identify contractees immediately."
"Hey, it's a theory," she shrugs. "Maybe you survived longer than most contractors! Who knows? Maybe Alaya is just really into ganguro... guys," she corrects at the last moment. "Anything's possible! Mankind's weird! It might influence the guardian spirit of human survival!"
"Alaya is timeless and also I'm fairly certain an actual sociopath," the Counter Guardian says bitterly. "I really don't think it works that way. If it did, why isn't Jeanne D'Arc brown?"
"Because she died early," Kana says, like it's the most obvious thing ever. "Also she never used magecraft and also she became a proper Heroic Spirit after canonisation. Check and mate, daddy-o."
"Never say 'daddy-o' ever again," Archer sighs. Yep, she is definitely an idiot. And he was so hopeful it was a facade. That poor boy. "And I still disagree. It makes literally no sense."
"Alright then, we'll make a bet. If the next Counter Guardian we summon is dark skinned, grey eyed and white haired, I win! Otherwise, you win." A beat. "Joan of Arc doesn't count because we already know who she is. Also she's not a 'proper' Counter Guardian anymore."
Archer sighs. Childish games it is then. "And what does the winner get?"
Kana taps her chin some more. "Hmm... If I win, you owe me a favor! Like a Command Seal sort of deal, except I don't actually have to spend it, and it probably won't provide any combat benefit. But basically an absolute command, that kind of thing!"
Archer scoffs. That is absurd. She already has Command Seals; she can already compel him flawlessly, considering that her seals regenerate. "Very well, I accept your terms. And if I win, you'll be more responsible and take equal share of the duties with Ritsuka." Truthfully, the boy could use all the help. He seems like just a few bad days from making a contract with Alaya himself, just to end it. Assuming Alaya is even still relevant, with the extinction of most of mankind.
Kana grins and grabs his hand. "You're on, daddy-o!"
"...Also you'll never say daddy-o ever again."
"Too late you didn't say that before I grabbed your hand! No deal!" She sticks her tongue out and laughs, before hopping onto her feet and stretching her arms over her head right in front of him. Archer closes his eyes immediately. It's disgusting normally, and it's doubly-disgusting when she is your own daughter – even if technically, her father is your alternate self.
...There is surprisingly little bounce – no dammit Emiya Shirou do not return to that state of mind. Never return to that state of mind. It leaves you at the mercy of women who know how to toy with innocent boyish hearts. This girl is still the daughter of that woman, and might know her tricks. Ever vigilant. Never interested.
"Alright!" Kana folds her arms and looks at her father. "Now, let's spar!"
"...I would destroy you," Archer says matter-of-factly. "It is not even a question. You would lose."
Kana snickers. "Wanna bet?"
"Be serious. You are still only human, and you would overtax your circuits. I cannot approve."
She pouts – and like this, she looks so very much like her mother. "Fine! Then go easy on me! Human baseline or something!"
"I'm not a video game, I can't just arbitrarily set my difficulty level."
"Come on, I used to fight dad all the time! But now he's not here and you're the next best thing!"
His eyes widen in realisation. It's not about being a better fighter then. She just wants to feel like she's sparring with Emiya Shirou again. Chuckling, Archer stands up and folds his arms. Disgusting, since when did he start submitting to gir—oh, wait. That has literally never changed.
He should do something about that. Ever vigilant. Never interested. But this much should be alright.
"Very well, Kana. We will spar. But," he adds, before Kana can cheer, "Although I won't kill you, I won't go easy on you. Understood?"
"Yep!" Kana nods. "I'll bring Asriel. That should even the score a bit!"
A personal mystic code? Interesting. A thought occurs to him, just then. "Kana, you were taught by Saber, yes?"
"She taught me swordfighting, yes," the girl nods. She tilts her head. "Why?"
Archer smiles at that. "Let's see how good she is as a teacher, now that she has time."
- Location
- England
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
I have the strangest feeling we're going to see that bet resurface later, but I don't know what the punchline is yet...
Eh, blame me never playing JP Grand Order I guess...
Eh, blame me never playing JP Grand Order I guess...
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Spoilers. Alaya likes her boytoys tall, dark, white haired and Emiyas.
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There's tempting fate, and there's looking fate in the face and telling it that it hasn't got the balls to try anything. After all the shit he's been through, you'd think EMIYA would know better.
Interesting... The Emiya name carries enough Harem power that even the manifestation of humanities will to survive have the hots for them!
Pretty sure it is the overuse of magecraft however, since Kariya underwent a similar thing, and all Emiya counter guardians rely on ignoring their bodies to maximize their magecrafts potential.
- Location
- Singapore
all fictions
I hate you! (it's not against the rules!)
- Location
- Mons Regius
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hilarious foreshadowing is hilarious. Also, I initially thought Kana was asking him about his own Grail War before he became a Counter Guardian, but I guess that's a story for another time.
Personally, I disregard Jeanne being an agent of the Counter Force since it was initially an offhand speculation by a non magus character and the whole Solomon business shows that God exists at least in some form, but YMMV.
Personally, I disregard Jeanne being an agent of the Counter Force since it was initially an offhand speculation by a non magus character and the whole Solomon business shows that God exists at least in some form, but YMMV.
I'm not sure if bath in worms counts as similar to overuse of poor circuits.
Z000
If this is trash, then find me in the dumpster
- Location
- Viet Nam
any one that can hear God voice have the Revelation skill
Solomon, Jean and Amakusa
so yeah, these 3 show that God is real
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
I see you're trying to explain the inconsistancies Nasu fans have with EMIYA in some routes of F/SN. Mainly by claiming it's all in their imagination and did not actually happen
- Location
- nuevomexicoItesigto
when he arrives kiritsugu, Emiya will deny it with force
when Emiya Alter appers, he will need a fucking drink and took refuge in the fact that the Alter has golden eyes
but the moment that arrives Muramasa with red hair and without any tan, he will have to accept it
Alaya is forming a harem of members of the Emiya family and adapting them to her tastes
and he is already part of it
when Emiya Alter appers, he will need a fucking drink and took refuge in the fact that the Alter has golden eyes
but the moment that arrives Muramasa with red hair and without any tan, he will have to accept it
Alaya is forming a harem of members of the Emiya family and adapting them to her tastes
and he is already part of it
No it doesn't. The biblical god is real in Nasu, but there is nothing that proves that he avoided the fate of every other god in the series.
Revelation (啓示, Keiji?) is a Skill to "hear the voice of heavens" and take optimum action; a Skill equivalent to Instinct, a sixth sense regarding battles. However, 'Revelation' accommodates all matters related to the achievement of a goal (for instance, choosing the most suitable path while traveling). Because there is no basis to it (or so thinks Ruler), it cannot be explained to others clearly. It is a Skill held by the soul of the user.
Amakusa is also specifically stated to have accomplished his deeds by magic in Nasu, and fully believed he should not have been successful in his task. Frankly, Amakusas revelation skill probably relates to his last prayer rather than his actions in life, as this was the only time he had an actual "revelation".
"So, God. Give me another chance. Next time, I won't lose sight of the bigger picture. I will eliminate all obstacles, enemies and hardships in my way. Next time, I will obtain all the good in the world. A world where everyone is happy, everyone is good, and everyone is perfect. I will exterminate all evil and create a new, pure world."
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
For a moment, I thought Kana's personal Mystic Code shared names with King Hassan's Noble Phantasm.
Then I remembered that it's actually "Azrael".
Then I remembered that it's actually "Azrael".
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
That's how most male friendships go.
KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!
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Sorry, I just suddenly had a Kyubey flashback.
Smiling Heracles:
:lol
Because he stopped a nuclear reactor in the middle of meltdown.
Archer, don't do it! Remember the things about tempting fate and idiots' luck!
Dammit. Well, your funeral.
Archerko?
Hopefully.
Maybe the biblical God shared that fate, maybe not. One thing we do know is that Solomon's actions helped put a cap on the Age of the Gods and Solomon was YVWH's number one guy. So... one way or another He must have been okay with it. No matter what though, I think we're unlikely to get much in the way of official word on it.
Besides, it's not like most fanfics would benefit from having God directly intervening in the course of events, so there's not much actual need to answer that question. Maybe Servants with the Revelation skill have a direct pipeline to God, maybe the information comes from elsewhere. It's not the sort of thing that benefits from losing it's mystique and some questions are better left without a definitive answer.
ILurk
Insert Demeaning Remark Here
Jalter's jealousy at Kana living out her Otome Fantasy would know no bounds.