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Fate/Sunny Order (FGO)

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So, because my head is strange place:

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"With this, I had improved the Summoning System, to summon The Greatest American Hero, ever!"

"...Right. Dr. Roman, is this okay?"

"Well, both Da Vinci and Medea said there's nothing wrong with it..."

"And now, LET THE SUMMONING BEGIN!"

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The first noticeable difference is the chant.

Instead of quiet, mystic chant of binding through Iron, Silver, Gem and family name of the Master of 2nd Magic, and willingness to bind thyself to Servant's presence, fate and destiny, it was a loud, if majestic, rendition of 'Star Spangled Man With A Plan'.

Ritsuka gloomily thought, at least I know whom I need to strangle in afterlife if this gone horribly wrong.

Then the chamber glow, against all odds... or maybe not, since the whole thing had two Archmages, with all their knowledge. Or something.

The summoning then finally succeed, revealing a...

Berserker.

A small Berserker.

A small, male Berserker that... small. Kinda cute.

Edison jaw was dropped. Literally.

"This... this...."

"Awwww, how cute! What is your name, little one?"

"Uh, I-"

"There must be something wrong-"

"It's okay, please ignore the lionhead meanie. What is your name?"

"I mean-"

"-This cannot be happening, I am sure-"

"Master."

The boy looked at Kana, who just recently entering the summoning chamber.

"...Me?"

The boy suddenly braced himself, uptight position, and raised a salute.

"Servant Leon, reporting for duty, Ma'am!"

"...."

"...."

"...Um, ....At Ease, Servant?"

"Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am!"

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While he seems to be weak Servant, he quickly became the darling of everyone for being earnest and nice. And being cute, too, but the kid doesn't really care much about being cute.

Or being a dressing doll.

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Meanwhile, Edison was on pendulum of self-pity and furious research. Tesla helps him during his more manic phases... while laughing all the time on his so-called 'failure'.

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"Hey, kid, you're pretty good with sling! You sure you are not Archer?"

"Well, I actually can be Archer, but I... kinda compelled to use this form."

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"What happened with them?"

"He read the books for the kids. Nursery Rhyme asked him. ...They loved how he... dramatized things. It's endearing."

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This is not supposed to happen, Tristain thought.

He had fooled the woman, make her believes he would spare the noncombatant. As if.

The King's orders was absolute. Spare no ones.

And it should have been easy, too. Except for the fact that all his shot had been blocked. By some metal carriages.

Under control of a young boy.

"...Why? Why you do that? They had done no wrong! They don't even try to fight back!"

"Tis' is King orders."

"That is not the order anyone should follow!"

Tristain scoffs.

"This is war. Innocent die all the time. Why they should be any different?"

The boy gone quiet. And then laugh. Slowly, bitterly. And getting louder. And louder.

And more disturbing.

"So, you want war. That's fine. I can show you war. I'll give you war."

"Arsenal of Democracy."
 
all fictions said:
Snape kills Dumbledore.
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Someone was genuinely spoiled when I used this joke on a discord server. He said he was reading the whole series but still was in the middle of book 6. HOW someone remained unspoiled by this until today I don't know, but somehow it happened. That was one of the strangest moments in my life.

Anyway, a bunch of people comment on the averageness of the player character during the entire game. I wonder how they would react to Ritsuka and Kana, who are totally not average.
 
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Chapter Seven - Pt. 2
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    • In the year 2026, human history ended

    Now those few who survive delve into the past, working to save history

    Hoping that their future will survive

    ...Of course, when they say 'few', they really do mean like, one person

    Because everyone else is more interested in pissing around in between bouts of violent murder

    Pray for mankind, and pray for Ritsuka Tohsaka's sanity, in…

    FATE/SUNNY ORDER​

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    The numerous strike missions were reviewed and authorised before lunch, and Roman took the opportunity to visit the genius in the basement. Though all of Chaldea was technically Da Vinci's territory – with spaces left open for future Casters to set up their own grounds – her actual workshop was located near the bottom of Chaldea, close to the reactor and the very foundations of the FATE System. All for expediency, in case she had to intervene quickly to deal with an incident, but it made visiting her a bit of a pain. The elevators were, regretably, still under repair, so Roman had to walk down. And unlike a Servant, he does not have the infinite stamina of the dead.

    Basically, by the time he actually meets Da Vinci, he is a sweaty, panting mess. Maybe it's time to hit the gym again.

    "Oh, Romani!" The Caster practically glides over to him, as if on shoes of air. "Is this about Ritsuka's request? Because he already came down, and I've granted him access to TRISMEGISTUS! He's in the core now with Caster El Melloi."

    "...I see," Roman says. Well, it's not a total waste at least. He had something else to ask, too. "Well, do you happen to keep track of our... special material stockpile? Ritsuka wants to know when he can begin Ascensions, and who to prioritise.

    "Ah, yes yes! I suppose he'd want to get around to that, too!" The Caster pokes the mechanical eagle on her shoulder on the beak and grins as it sputters to life. "Be a dear and get the manifests, please?" She asks, voice like an angel. The mechanical bird nods and flies off gracefully, an impossibly elegant construct rivaling life itself.

    "Thank you, Leo," Romani sighs. "Ritsuka's right, we should be thinking about the future... By the way, how are the--"

    She waves him off. "Yes yes, Ritsuka has already asked! Repairs on the west and northwest wing are undergoing and expect to complete in a few weeks – maybe faster if we had Servant labour, but it is no matter I have automata for that! I'm trying to bring the third reactor online, maybe the fourth as an auxiliary. I might be a genius, Romani, but you can't rush these things!"

    "You rushed when we detected Rome earlier than usual, though," Roman says weakly. Da Vinci shakes her head.

    "No no no, that was different! I had a sudden burst of insight for that one, those come and go rarely. This one's a different problem, fixing it will take time!" Abruptly, she snaps her fingers. "That's right, I had something I wanted you to test!"

    Roman frowns. This could go badly. "I have work, Leo. I normally wouldn't mind, but--"

    "Pish posh, we're waiting for my bird anyways! Now," Leonardo says as she saunters back to her workbench, poking through her veritable mountain of scrap and parts, "I wonder where it is... Ah, here!"

    Leonardo Da Vinci pulls out a robot arm from the pile like a trophy, and looks about as proud of it. "Tadah~! Try it, try it Romani!"

    Roman narrows his eyes. "What is it, though?"

    "A robot arm, obviously! This one is a rocket fist."

    Roman's eyebrow twitches as he smiles strangely. Well, this will end poorly. But he's not getting out of it, so... "Sure... I guess?"

    "Excellent! Now hold still, it's only a prototype!"

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    "Mm," Leonardo Da Vinci says as she purses her lips, analysing the crater in the wall and the doctor flat against the opposite wall. "Yes, will need bracing. Something to counteract the recoil, maybe the – no, inertial dampeners might catastrophically fail and just launch the recoil into them at a weird time... Unless..."

    The eagle perches on her shoulder before she can work herself up further, carrying a file in its beak. Da Vinci takes it and nuzzles it on the head, the mechanical contraption squawking at the attention. "Here you go, Romani!" She says cheerfully. "Try not to be a stranger!"

    "Fix the lift please," Roman rasps, unable to do more than whisper with the wind knocked out of him.

    "Oh! OH! So that's why Ritsuka was panting when he came down! I knew I forgot something." Da Vinci slams her staff against the ground, and her workshop comes to life, over a dozen clockwork automata coming to life. "Sit tight, Romani, I'll have it up and running again soon!"

    "Thank you," Dr Roman says, unable to do much else right now.

    --
    Lunch was... something, after emerging from the depths of Da Vinci's workshop. He just got a sandwich to go, and spent a few more hours dealing with mundane staff matters. Ritsuka is right; there are a few wounded staff currently in cryostasis that could be revived and treated, which would be a boost to their current abilities. But the problem is treatment; he's the only qualified physician on staff right now, and at the current workload the best he can do is one a week. It's a glacial pace, completely unacceptable. Oh, if only some of the Servants were doctors... Unfortunately, those will have to wait.

    There is other work to be managed, though. Disputes between staff, management of morale, all the hundreds of variables that have to be tracked and managed and balanced. Which micro-Singularities approach their bubble of reality and can either be passed over, must be resolved, or can be exploited for resources must also be determined as well, as must the welfare of the staff be managed. The first signs of stir craziness are already cropping up, not to mention the long term psychological ramifications of being the last surviving humans left... Few brought family along. For all Roman knows, the only ones with relatives in Chaldea are Ritsuka and Kana.

    Roman takes a look at the mountain of paper on his desk, the massive blocks of unread emails waiting in his inbox. He sighs, rolls his shoulders, and gets to work. It's his job now. He may have never wanted to be Director, but he won't give up on it either. It's just what he has to do, to save the mankind that he cherishes. At least Ritsuka and Kana can take care of the Servant side of things. They are reliable and capable, and already have three Singularities under their belts.

    Someone knocks on the door. "Come in," Roman calls out, and in steps Lord El Melloi II – Pseudo-Servant Zhuge Liang, that is. He and Ritsuka must be done with their statistical analysis. "Caster, how may I help you?"

    "Waver is fine," the Lord says simply. They had struck up a working relationship during Rome, the Caster a constant presence at the CIC and his advice invaluable for both Ritsuka and Kana. Not to mention their... prior relationship. "I don't think I ever expected to see you here, Romani Archaman."

    Romani just smiles and shrugs, palms upwards. "This is just the hand I've been dealt. I'll just have to make do. I thought you were caught in the blast, though."

    Waver shakes his head as he takes a seat before the director's desk. "I was managing matters in the Clocktower during Singularity F. Olga-Marie should have managed things on her own." He raises one eyebrow. "I never expected the Tohsaka children to be involved, however. Or that Lev Lynor would be a traitor, or that Olga-Marie would die." He sighs and pulls out a cigar. "It was a day of surprises."

    "Please don't smoke," Roman says anxiously. Neither Maris-Billy nor Olga-Marie tolerated it in their presence. It feels wrong to allow it in their office.

    Waver just sticks it into his mouth. "Of course. I know their idiosyncrasies, too. And yours," he adds significantly.

    Romani laughs, thinking back to those times so long ago. "How long has it been since we met? Twelve years?"

    "It sounds about right," Waver nods. "After the incident... Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now. The people who would know are dead, or us."

    "That sounds too ominous for me," the acting-Director sighs. "Couldn't you couch it in nicer terms? Like how it's just a secret between the two of us?"

    Waver says nothing. He looks at the Director's desk, covered in papers and dominated by a monitor. "I suppose," he aquieces. "Well, I only came to see how his place looks now. It really does not suit you."

    "I suppose it doesn't," Roman says with a laugh. "That's good too, isn't it... I don't think I belong in this chair, either. But it's my responsibility now. I don't intend on giving up." Roman leans forward, resting his hands on the desk. "And I never thought you would be viable as a Pseudo-Servant yourself, Lord El Melloi II."

    "I fought in the Fourth War and was involved in the cleanup for the Fifth and Sixth." He looks at himself, the vestements about his shoulders. "Figures that I would be backline support. I would be completely useless on the frontlines, as you might expect."

    Romani smiles. "Then that makes the two of us, doesn't it?"

    For the first time since entering the office, Waver smiles too. "I suppose." He starts to stand up, hands in his pockets. "I'll be in the CIC if you need me for anything, mulling over the data from TRISMEGISTUS."

    "And I'll be here," the Doctor says as the professor leaves, "...Doing my best."
     
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    • Swordomatic said:
    The Caster pokes the mechanical eagle on her shoulder on the beak and grins as it sputters to life.
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    The eagle perches on her shoulder before she can work herself up further, carrying a file in its beak. Da Vinci takes it and nuzzles it on the head, the mechanical contraption squawking at the attention.
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    "Fix the lift please," Roman rasps, unable to do more than whisper with the wind knocked out of him.

    "Oh! OH! So that's why Ritsuka was panting when he came down! I knew I forgot something." Da Vinci slams her staff against the ground, and her workshop comes to life, over a dozen clockwork automata coming to life. "Sit tight, Romani, I'll have it up and running again soon!"

    "Thank you," Dr Roman says, unable to do much else right now.
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    Being Dr. Romani is suffering.
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    "And I'll be here," the Doctor says as the professor leaves, "...Doing my best."
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    That'll do Doc, that'll do.
     
    ptbptb said:
    Hand he's been dealt, or ROCKET FIST he's been dealt? Either way, the recoil needs to be suppressed better. :p
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    You are horrible. But eh.
    Swordomatic said:
    Oh, if only some of the Servants were doctors... Unfortunately, those will have to wait.
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    *****

    "Look, Dear, I am alchemist, not physician!"

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    "FIRST THING FIRST, CUT THEIR USELESS LIMBS!"

    *Chainsaw revving sound and panicked scream*

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    "Well, I know some theoretical prosthesis that might help-"

    *Chainsaw revving sound and panicked scream*

    ****

    "How about we inputted their consciousness into my Helter-"

    *Chainsaw revving sound and panicked scream*

    *****

    "I only knows Necromancy. Could it help?"

    "...No, but thanks for the offer."

    *****

    "MustKillJasonMustKillJasonMustKillJasonMustKillJasonMustKillJasonMustKillJason-"

    "...."

    *****

    "I am hunting Goddess, not healing Goddess."

    "But your porto-"

    "HUNTING. GODDESS."

    *****

    "I only known Polymorphing. But I guess if I turn them into octopus or some-"

    "Nevermind. Thank you. Have a nice day."

    *****

    "Well, if you allow me to change the males into fem-"

    *Mordhau strikes from all Saberfaces*

    "Fou (Idiot)."
     
    Kyte said:
    Wait, didn't they already go through Orleans? That had Sanson?
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    Oooh yeah. ...Well, it maybe goes like this:

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    "Lool, Dr. Roman and Master Ritsuka, I did have doctoring skill, but I'm not talented in bringing people back from the dead. Which you kinda asked me to do. My legend is killing people painlessly, not reviving them. Maybe if I got summoned into Caster or if you knows Servants who could revive people from near death or something-"

    "I mean, surely your Medical Skill-"

    "Do you know how easy people die from anasthetics?"

    "...No?"

    "...Find others who could revive them first, then you can ask me for help."
     
    RBomber said:
    Oooh yeah. ...Well, it maybe goes like this:

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    "Lool, Dr. Roman and Master Ritsuka, I did have doctoring skill, but I'm not talented in bringing people back from the dead. Which you kinda asked me to do. My legend is killing people painlessly, not reviving them. Maybe if I got summoned into Caster or if you knows Servants who could revive people from near death or something-"

    "I mean, surely your Medical Skill-"

    "Do you know how easy people die from anasthetics?"

    "...No?"

    "...Find others who could revive them first, then you can ask me for help."
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    Paracelsus? That one could definitely help, I think.
     
    Swordomatic said:
    Also, Medea could probably heal baaasically everyone. But she'll probably demand something stupidly expensive for it, and Chaldea isn't that desperate yet.
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    "...No."

    "Really? That's the priiiiice."

    "Having all my bones broken and waiting for Dr. Romani is lesser pain than, for some reason, dying my hair black, putting on glasses and highschool teacher's uniform while acting completely emotionless."
     
    Swordomatic said:
    The sole survivor of Orleans is Marie.

    Plus, what happened in France is sliiiightly different.

    Also, Medea could probably heal baaasically everyone. But she'll probably demand something stupidly expensive for it, and Chaldea isn't that desperate yet.
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    Her karma would make any healing attempts fail, anyways. ~Witch of Betrayallllllllll~
    (You give Medea too much stock)
     
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