Grail-kun! The random wish granter Quest! (Worm AU)
- Thread starter Numen
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Numen
Long Time Creeper
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- Canada
Just stuff Ahura Mazda inside himself. Surely there's room for the spirit of righteousness.....right? It's not like a
Edit: I am aware that modern Zoroastrians do not interpret Ahura Mazda as opposite to Angra Mainyu.
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Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
So, while you guys are waiting for the update, here's some oneshots/prototype worm fics I am developing that are generally on the crack side of funny although not always. It can tie you guys over if you're interested.
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Betta Fish and Other Worm Stories (Numen's Anthology of Stuff)
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- Pronouns
- They/Them
Whoa whoa whoa. There are modern Zoroastrians?
She could wish for the situation to make sense. I am guessing she's in more of a gilded cage, rather than a bare cell, and that Contessa did some social-fu on her, so she's not entirely antagonistic to Cauldron. So "give them enough information so we are out of this mess" could work. Or something like that.
As a wish solution, have Grail-kun print out Worm (in a precog-proof format) and give it to Contessa.
As a wish solution, have Grail-kun print out Worm (in a precog-proof format) and give it to Contessa.
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
Yeah. The Parsi are the most prominent of these. Freddy Mercury was Zoroastrian.
Khepri14
Thus kindly I scatter...
- Location
- Following the wind
[STANDBY] [EAGERNESS] [ANTICIPATION]
14. Number Man I
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
Number Man I
April 12, 1985Matthew Hitler (a most unfortunate surname) fidgeted in his seat as Mrs. Creedy marched down the aisle between the neat rows of desks.
She held a yellow ruler stick in one meaty hand which she use to slap the other. Smack, smack, smack. A rhythmic reminder to all of the horrors of failure.
She gazed imperiously over the fearful students who kept their head down and their eyes firmly glued to their test sheets, lest they be accused of cheating. The consequences were too terrible to think about.
David Smith was coughing in the seat behind him. It was distracting.
Matthew was panicking as sweat poured down his forehead.
It was a math exam.
He hated math exams.
Because he sucked at math.
Dammit! The square root....dammit, I know this! I know how to do this!
His sister had tried so hard to teach him the basics, but he just wasn't cut out for this. He wasn't cut out for anything really.
A worthless failure was what his father had called him.
His father was a great businessman who owned a wall street brokerage firm.
Numbers were the family business and Matthew was terrible at numbers.
And chemistry.
And art.
He was just terrible at everything.
I want to be a hero.
"Mrs. Creedy, I don't feel too well!" David piped up.
Matthew sighed. He really wished David would stop pretending to be sick.
Evidently Creedy felt the same way, because her sharp reply was, "Nice try Mr. Smith, now continue your test in silence, or you're going to get a beating you shan't forget anytime soon."
Matthew went back to his brooding. His sister was a painter who was tutored by French Masters. His mother a famous singer.
And Matthew? Matthew was the disappointment.
BAM!
The yellow ruler smacked the desk in front of him.
"Mr. Hitler, why are you staring up into space?"
He slowly lifted his head to stare at Mrs. Creedy.
His throat was suddenly very dry.
"I...I'm thinking."
She stared at him harder.
"Thinking about the problem."
She looked dubious.
BOOM!
The class shook as dust fell from the ceiling.
Mrs. Creedy looked alarmed.
"What was that!?"
Everyone started to mutter.
A teacher, Mr. Noelle was running down the hallway screaming in terror. Other students followed.
Creedy poked her outside, "What the tarnations is going on here!?"
A big meaty fist came down and crushed her skull.
The teens screamed in terror as the monstrous red skinned brute tore Mrs. Creedy apart and drank from her corpse, lapping up her blood with a thin tongue.
Matthew shot out of his chair and backed away from the door alongside the rest of his classmates.
Sarah Wong was gibbering in terror as she tried to push herself behind him.
He didn't budge.
The red beast moved aside as another man entered the room.
He was seven feet tall, smartly dressed and blond.
He stroked his goatee.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't exam times! Must be so stressful."
He walked closer.
"I am not here to hurt you, I swear it on God Almighty himself. I just need to touch you. That's all."
He held out a hand.
"That wasn't a request."
David dropped to his knees, his body frozen.
Teens screamed.
"Don't worry about your friend there. He's meant for greater things now."
He walked over, looming over where Matthew was.
He seemed to lock eyes with him.
"Hmmmm, such pretty blond hair."
Matthew gulped. Was this man racist, like some of father's friends?
He grabbed Sarah Wong by the wrist and pulled her away as she screamed.
He abruptly let her go.
"See? Nobody needs to be hurt."
More people entered the room, including a little boy whose clothing was grey and his face pale, like all colour was washed out.
"Gabriel," one of the man spoke up, "We're done butchering the staff. Some of the other classes are trying to escape, but Psychosama was is converting them into his creatures. The FBI won't be able to do jack shit."
The man, Gabriel apparently, nodded.
"Help me convince these fine children why they should touch my hand, Nicholas."
"They don't want to play?" He sounded like a boy.
"No, they don't."
The gray boy Nicholas walked right up to Joanne-
"S-stop, don't hurt me- AAAAAGH!"
-and stabbed her three times with a knife. Blood splattered the floor as we all screamed and backed even further away. A tide of bodies flinching away from the psychopaths.
Nicholas stepped back.
Right before Joanne hit the ground, the area flickered and suddenly she was standing again as three holes tore open in her face, torso and navel, splattering blood everyone.
She fell.
She flickered.
She was standing again, her face whole. The blood on the floor tiles had vanished.
Three holes tore open in her face.
The entire time she had not stopped screaming. Not even once.
Matthew gasped in horror. He finally knew who they were. He had read about them.
King and the Slaughterhouse 9.
He pissed himself in despair, the wetness running down his thigh.
"Touch my hand!" Gabriel, or as the world knew him, King, demanded.
They all surged forward to touch his hand, one by one. Sobbing and crying.
He didn't want to. He knew what would happen. They would all die while King would be untouched.
But if he didn't, he would suffer a far worse fate than death.
He touched his hand.
David's torso suddenly exploded as a small insectoid thing crawled out of his body.
Everybody began screaming again.
"Ah, my baby!" the man who had spoken earlier said, crouching down and make cooing noises at the monstrous parasite that began to sniff around our feet.
They all backed away from the creature.
Sirens could be heard outside the window.
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"Stop shooting!"Matthew screamed at the SWAT team as they fired their assault rifle at King. Explosions could be heard as other members of the Slaughterhouse 9 fought police and other assault teams all over the school grounds.
Another of his classmates screamed as their torso exploded in viscera and they dropped to the ground dead.
There were only five of the kids left. The rest were killed by the SWAT as they carelessly fired at King who just stood there laughing as he fired back at the cops with his pistol, taking his sweet time.
Strange rabid creatures were assisting King in fighting off the police.
Matthew saw SWAT member pull out a rocket launcher.
How many newtons of force did that rocket deliver? Surely more than one body could handle- does that mean that the damage would be spread equally to the rest of the kids and whoever else King has touched?
No, if he fired that, he'll kill us all!
I don't want to die.
Think, think! How do I stop him from firing that rocket?
I need to know.
I need to know my chan-
[AGREEMENT]
-ces.
He blinked. What happened? King was groaning on the ground as he climbed back up on his feet.
The rocket was still pointed at him. He saw the officer depress the trigger.
Matthew saw the trajectory. He knew the arc. He understood the damage dispersal.
He would die.
That was unacceptable.
Without thinking, he acted.
He slid across the ground. The angle of my knee and the pool of blood on the ground helping me slide across the floor 0.56433645782 seconds faster than if I had run.
On the way over to the SWAT he snatched up a pencil that was 6.7039422056 inches in length and 6.1111113234111mm in diameter.
He threw the pencil, keeping in mind the wind speed and the brief draft from the vents.
The pencil bounced off a riot shield and flew back towards the Officer with the rocket launcher.
It entered a small gap in his helmet at just the right angle and velocity.
The pencil went through his right eye and into his brain.
He dropped dead.
I slid to a stop next to him, pulled the rocket launcher back up and fired it at the stunned SWAT team huddled in the hallway.
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The SWAT retreated when they realized only the children were dying.
Or maybe it was because he slaughtered dozens of them.
Only he was left alive of his remaining classmates. The rest didn't make it.
Breed was busy dumping his parasites on the ground where they began to crawl around in search for warm corpses to burrow into.
King walked up to Matthew.
"I am Gabriel Maxberry. What's your name? That was impressive."
I want to be a hero.
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"Hello. My name is Jack.""Hello Jack, my name is Matthew. But call me Harbinger."
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"Hello Harbinger, my name is Contessa. I have a proposal for you."I want to be a hero.
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January 9th, 2011The Number Man entered the "cell".
It was more like a guest room. Concrete and bland, with a single bathroom.
Inside, the Heberts were detained since two days ago.
The man, Daniel Hebert stood protectively in front of his wife and daughter.
"What do you want. I demand a Lawyer!"
Matthew shook his head.
"We're not the authorities, although we are certainly an authority. We have yet to decide on what to do with you. Until we ascertain your usefulness to our organization, you will stay here."
He left the tray of hot food on the table near them.
"Don't try to break out, you already know you cannot escape."
"We heard what that Fedora woman said. She convinced Grail-kun to kill Scion. You're monsters! All of you!" Danny roared at him.
"Scion's not exactly a friend of humanity, but I think explaining that to you would take too long, maybe another time. Suffice to say, if that was a threat, it was ineffectual, because you are not leaving here without our permission."
"You can't keep us here!"
Matthew adjusted the frames of his glasses.
"We can. One could argue that it would be unethical- however, I am a high functioning psychopath, so I'd hardly be the one to comment on that."
The man gritted his teeth in response.
The girl was more defiant. She stalked forward.
"You know, I wasn't so sure if Eidolon was behind the Endbringers or not, but he associates with lawless people like you, he couldn't have been innocent. We did the right thing. Dad is a hero for killing Eidolon."
The man grabbed her arm.
"Taylor stop, stop antagonizing them. We made a mistake-"
"No. We didn't."
I want to be a hero.
Matthew found it amusing that she so readily forgot that the final blow was supposedly struck by herself. He understood her spirit. He understood her gaze.
The desire to be a hero. To do all the wrong things for the right reason.
He'd have to see about recruiting her- she sounded like a budding psychopath.
Just what they needed.
As he turned to leave however there was a shout of joy behind him.
"TAYLOR-KUN! I MISSED YOU! HI!"
The Number Man whirled around, knife in hand as he stared at the subject of Cauldron's main problem the past few days.
"Grail-kun."
"Oh hey, Hitler-kun!"
The Heberts whipped their head around to stare at him.
Taylor piped up, "Wait, your last name is Hitler."
Matthew gritted his teeth.
"Yes. Now please don't mention that again."
Of more concern was how that damned Not Case-53 managed to find his way to Cauldron's base. Could he travel through different dimensions as well? What absurdly broken powers he had.
"Grail-kun, where the hell have you been!"
"Granting wishes!"
"Dammit, this is all your fault!"
"Is not."
"Is!"
"Is not. The Grail cannot be blamed. It is the client who are to blame. Guns don't kill people, people kill people!"
"No, that's not how that argument goes-"
Matthew sighed as they began to argue back and forth.
He took a step forward.
"Excuse me, Grail-kun. We at Cauldron are very interested in interviewing you regarding-"
"Shhhhhhh, Hitler-kun. Relax. Let Taylor go first okay? Be a good boy."
Matthew took a deep breath- noted the exact volume of air in his lungs, and decided he could manage a few more cc.
Think Zen thoughts Matthew. Don't just kill him. Cauldron might need him.
Taylor suddenly gave Matthew a shifty glance. The kind of glances suspicious crafty prisoners gave their prison wardens.
Oh shit.
"Grail-kun!" The girl began.
"Taylor, don't!" The wife, Annette shouted.
"Wait, remember the Moon broke!" Daniel screamed in terror.
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Potential Wishes
- I wish my family was safe from retribution.
- I wish my life would never get any worse.
- I wish you could bring Eidolon back to life!
- I wish we could go home.
- I wish for you to stop causing disasters, or to have a sense of morality!
- I wish you would go away and never come back!
- I wish that I was in charge of these Cauldron people!
- I wish Scion would save us!
[]Keep wish
[]Re-roll
You can reroll once each time you grant a new wish, but you must accept the new result unless you choose to use a free roll. If you reroll the same wish, I will automatically roll again.
[]Free Roll
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Every 10 wishes granted earns you a free-reroll. You have 1 at the moment. Don't use this unless the reroll failed to satisfy you.
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Numen
Long Time Creeper
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- Canada
The 9 wishes are the number of wishes granted previously thus far.
Ahaha. It's because I fixed it over on google doc, then the formatting was all messed up and I have no idea what the standard font size was...so yeah....
Not a valid vote unless you guys vote to reroll.
globalwarmth
ruining the weather.
- Location
- Polar ice caps
so write in ?
yah i see that now thought it was the wish roll.
- Location
- Down Under
[X]Re-roll
- Come-on lucky 7
- Come-on lucky 7
- Location
- Brazil
Hahahaha
rofl:rofl:rofl: Yes, best wish ever, I am tired of Taylor let's never give her another turn again.[X]Keep wish
- Location
- California
[X]Keep wish
-[X] Never grant another wish from her again.
-[X] Never grant another wish from her again.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x]Re-roll
It is not that easy Tay-Tay...
It is not that easy Tay-Tay...