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Ya done goofed.
It’s Always Sunny In Trifas: A Trent and Xan Production
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Hammers_Bjorn
Eternally Clueless
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... You know, the very moment I saw Amakusa's face in the anime, I knew I want to punch him in the face repeatedly until his head is caved in. At that point, I just thought it was natural as he's the designated antagonist and all.
But now, well... Here's hoping the White crew end the fucker in the most humiliating way possible.
But now, well... Here's hoping the White crew end the fucker in the most humiliating way possible.
Mockingly-Tricky
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Well that was neat.
In Breaking News today,
Priest Destroys Greek Pussy While Child Predator Watches.
In Breaking News today,
Priest Destroys Greek Pussy While Child Predator Watches.
Interlude: Hoes Mad
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
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Interlude: Hoes Mad
Slamming his fist down on a windowsill, Darnic Yggdmillenia fought against his own muscles as he tried to keep them from contorting into a rictus of hatred. Not only was Blackmore defiant and independant, but his antics had leeched into and infected Fiore. The girl had been the sole diamond in the rough amongst the rabble that he'd gathered under the Yggdmillenia, both talented and gifted with good magic circuits. The sole downside to having her amongst them was that she was accompanied by the trash that clung to her, and even that was mitigated by the fact that the trash was of some use.
Now, the two had fled Castle Yggdmillenia, taking their Servants with them, leaving them during their time of need, with Caster's Noble Phantasm incomplete.
To pile even more failures up, Gordes had failed to reclaim the homunculus that they needed for Caster's endeavour, despite having a Servant as powerful as Siegfried on his side. He'd cited Blackmore as getting in the way, in the form of a humanoid crow of all things.
Darnic could deal with a lot of things, but the level of utter buffoonery that he was surrounded by was driving him spare.
There was nothing he could really add about Celenike. She and her Servant had been the opposite of useful from day one, and had really only been kept around to help fill out numbers. The fact that she was one of the few pieces he had left was utterly galling.
The Grail War should have been his from day one, but every single factor seemed to be going against him. Those he was magnanimous enough to give shelter to bore their fangs against him, while the one he reached out to had decided to spit on his hand.
A firm, gloved hand laid itself on his shoulder. "Compose yourself, Darnic," Vlad Tepes III, Prince of Wallachia directed, his face impassive. "This is nothing more than a minor setback, a delay in our plans. The Forvedges' betrayal will not be forgiven or forgotten, but ultimately, it is immaterial. It simply means they will fall as well, in time."
"My king, you know as well as I do that our forces are in disarray. While Caster and Roche are able to produce quality golems to supplement the homunculus army, we've lost a valuable asset in the form of Archer," the magus argued, trying to pull his face back into an estimation of humility. "While you and Saber are both incredibly powerful, we can't rely on two Servants alone, especially given the lack of use that Rider provides."
Vlad inclined his head. "Your words have merit, Darnic, but our forces being in disarray is precisely why you must remain composed. I may be king, but your people look to you for leadership, guidance. You must appear to be unshaken, confident, unassailable. Even in the face of disaster you must show no doubt, for your strength, act or not, shall become their strength."
The blue-haired Nazi shook his head, turning it down to hide the disgusted scowl on his face. "I understand, my king." Despite saying those words, Darnic was seething internally, that a familiar of all things would dare to tell him how to deal with the Yggdmillenia. "For now though, I believe we must plan our next step, to take the situation back from our foes."
Vlad nodded. "Indeed. Gather your subordinates and their Servants, and we shall plot our counteroffensive."
"Of course, my king," Darnic said as he bowed to the Lancer, his face obscured by the angle and hiding the loathing on his face. His hand pulled into a fist, the leather of his glove creaking from how tightly he'd balled his hand.
Shirou Amakusa Tokisada sat at the fore of the church, elbows resting on his knees as he had his hands steepled in front of his face. The church itself was shadowed by the lack of light, night steeping it in shades of blue and black. All of it making the fake priest appear incredibly somber.
"Honestly, this is quite a terrible turn of events," he declared, not looking up at Karna and Achilles. "While I was unsure as to what she was doing running off like that, by the time I'd caught up to her, Archer had already died in Black territory."
The son of Surya tilted his head to one side, his heterochromic eyes narrowing slightly at the priest's words. "That...is regrettable. What Servant took her life? The Chaste Huntress was far from weak, after all."
"Regrettable? That's all you gotta say, Lancer?" the son of Peleus interjected, his face pulled into a fierce scowl. "Sis is dead, and all we know is that she ran off for some unknown reason! The hell're we supposed to do with this? Especially considering the fact that the Black team seem to just be picking us off!"
Karna turned to face Achilles, his face blank. "I should think that what we must do is obvious, Rider. We will strike down any and every enemy without fail. The Black faction may have the advantage in numbers, but my spear's flame is as peerless an offense as your shield is a defense." His words were absent of conceit or ego; he merely spoke the truth as he knew it.
"Feh, I get that, the two of us are some of the most powerful Servants in the war," Rider agreed as he leaned back against a wall. "My issue is the fact that Sis got taken out and we don't even have a clue as to why she left base!"
"For that matter…" Amakusa stated as he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from within his cassock, holding it out for the two to see. "I found this in her room, along with an arrow that was launched through her window. From what I can tell, it was meant to goad her into attacking Caster of Black."
Snatching the letter from the priest's hands, Achilles's eyes narrowed as he considered the facts and read through the letter. He didn't quite understand it. Why would his teacher set up Atalante for death? Hell, even as he looked through the letter… "…They were hoping she'd kill Caster of Black. How the hell'd Sis lose to a Caster?"
"I can only surmise that it was due to her challenging a Caster within their workshop," the false priest hedged, closing his eyes as he brought his hands back up in front of his face. "Indeed, look at what would have happened had Assassin completed the construction of her Noble Phantasm."
Karna pursed his lips slightly, but made no comment.
Achilles crumpled the letter in his own fist, trying to figure out just what exactly was happening. The note itself seemed to be little more than a cry for help, to have someone save another Master from being preyed upon. The blond shook his head, still trying to put the puzzle together.
Keeping an eye on the two Servants, Amakusa began, "As it stands, our goals are quite simple. We need to find a way to bring Saber and Berserker back to the fold, while striking at the members of the Black Faction. At this point, our best bets would be either Assassin and their Master, or Rider, as they seem to be the most vulnerable of the opposition."
It was at that point that the doors of the church opened, moonlight streaming in and silhouetting the figure who had entered. The faint light gave her an ethereal air despite the armour she wore, her blonde hair done in a long braid that trailed down her back. Jeanne d'Arc stared at the apocryphal saint, her blue eyes seeing through him as she declared, "Shirou Kotomine… No, Ruler of the third Fuyuki Holy Grail War, Shirou Tokisada Amakusa. You've made a mockery of this Grail War through your actions, and I can find nothing but cruelty behind your having Atalante sacrifice herself to offer her Spirit Core to Caster of Black."
Karna's eyes widened in realization even as Achilles rounded on Amakusa with fire burning in his eyes. Not even bothering to summon his weapon, the Rider lunged at the fake priest, his right arm reared back to unleash a haymaker. "Bastard!"
Before the blow could connect, however, he found his arm seized in Karna's gloved grasp. With no visible effort, the son of Surya tossed Achilles away from Amakusa, the irate Rider landing on a bench and breaking it in twain.
"What the Hell. Lancer!" Achilles snarled as he flipped out of the wreckage. "That asshole lied to us and ordered Sis to her death!"
Ignoring the Greek's outburst, Amakusa stood up and declared, "Dispose of the Ruler of this war. Rider, if you do not wish to, I'll use a Command Seal to ensure compliance."
Karna nodded, his face blank. In the next instant, his spear had materialized in a flash of mana and he had crossed half the distance between himself and Jeanne, weapon in line with her heart.
Before he could stab her, Achilles appeared between the two of them in a flash of green, his own spear slapping the son of Surya's away with a harsh clang. Undeterred and unsurprised, Karna renewed his assault, though this time his spear burned with the solar flame of his heritage. Large swathes of fire trailed after each strike, making it harder to defend against and altogether making the front of the church more dangerous, as it was now aflame.
The Maiden of Orleans stood firm as she kept her eyes locked on Amakusa, her voice ringing clear as she summoned her standard into her hand. "Not only do you profane this Holy Grail War, but you are perfidious and traitorous to your allies. And more than that, your orders to the son of Surya could even bring about the destruction of these holy grounds…"
She shook her head as she jammed the butt of her standard into the ground. "Have you nothing to say, Shirou Tokisada Amakusa?"
"Regrettable. By the order of the Command Seal, Achilles, I order you to assist Karna in killing Jeanne d'Arc," the apocryphal saint declared as he revealed his forearm, the Command Seal disappearing in a flash of red light.
Before the light had even faded, Jeanne retorted, "Achilles, by the order of the Ruler's Command Seal, I sever your contract with Amakusa and transfer it to my Seals!"
With that command ringing through the air, Achilles and Karna redoubled their battle, even as Amakusa's face twisted in anger. "Do you not understand, Maiden of Orleans? I seek only to bring salvation to this world! Your opposition is but a farce in the face of the Lord's miracles!"
"No Amakusa, it is you who does not understand," Jeanne replied, sadness brimming behind her blue eyes. "The state of the world is no business of the dead, and even moreso…it is not our place to question the Lord's works and miracles, but you seem to have lost sight of that."
"No, my sight has never been clearer!" Amakusa roared as he flung his arm out. "With the miracles that the Lord imparted upon my hands, I alone am qualified to shepherd humanity to Eden!"
At that moment, Trent, Johan, Fiore, Caules, and Jekyll were all getting spanked at Go Fish by Fran, the Berserker letting out cute cooing sounds as she celebrated.
Unwilling to ruin Fran's good mood, they quickly rebuilt and shuffled the cards out, while Kairi watched from the side beneath a gentle smokestack and soaked in the atmosphere.
"Surprising how quiet it's been tonight…"
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Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
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U Mad Bro? Would be a more on-point name for this chapter.
Let's get into this- as an aside, @Xanothos will you be bringing up any more FGO knowledge?
Let's get into this- as an aside, @Xanothos will you be bringing up any more FGO knowledge?
Hopefully he gets an aneurysm while pretending to be a riajuu, and keels over.
"Japanese Priest covers up death of Greek Pussy; blames death on the Blacks."
And here comes the living bonfire, ready to burn other peoples' shit.
No U.
*LELELELELELELE*
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
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- The Space Between Words
Depends on if it's relevant or not. Not especially likely, all things considered.
Interlude: East of Eden
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
- Location
- The Space Between Words
Interlude: East of Eden
Shirou Tokisada Amakusa was not having a good day.
His church was aflame, his forces had dwindled to all but nothing, and to top it all off, that fool of a Frenchwoman had taken one of his last two pieces from him.
What was more, Ruler had the gall to claim that he did not know the word of God! He, who had been blessed with miracles beyond mortal comprehension, resting in each hand as surely as the stigmata had rested in Christ's. She was a fool, blinded by the heresy of the base, mortal plane, and beyond his ability to save...at least for now.
"Lancer!" Amakusa called to his sole remaining Servant as he leapt over a pew and made for the back of the church. "Cover our retreat!"
Karna nodded, his eyes filling with fire of the metaphorical kind. If they'd filled with fire of the literal kind, then…
Well, the now-burning church wouldn't be on fire anymore, by virtue of it being very difficult to set ablaze something that has disintegrated.
In the next instant, he exploded forward, his spear flashing towards Achilles as it trailed a banner of flame. The Grecian hero parried the blow with a sweep of verdant energy flashing off his polearm, using what leverage he could muster to force the son of Surya back.
As the two engaged in a furious back and forth, the son of Peleus called back, "Oi, Ruler! What's the game plan for dealing with these two? They're clearly going to be the troublesome sort, especially given that Amakusa's planning on running!"
"Should they escape here, then I plan to enlist the aid of the other participants of the war. It is in the nature of magi to covet Command Seals, and if one is offered, then they'll surely come to our aid," the Maiden of Orleans replied as she stood amongst the flames licking at the church.
The blond let out a snort as he tried to force Karna out of the way, intent on cutting down the fake priest as quickly as he could. The son of Surya, however, gave no ground. It was abundantly clear that he would not falter until he could guarantee Amakusa's escape.
As the priest passed out of sight beyond the altar, Karna made his move. Far more flame than before shrouded his spear as he leapt up and backward, coating the already-burning walls of the church in a fresh coat of flame. As Jeanne tried to dart after him, she was forced back by another wave of roiling flame.
Dashing past Jeanne and cutting a swathe through the flames, Achilles attempted to launch Karna out of the way, his weapon creaking under the force of his attack. Lancer was undeterred, however, bringing the divine metal of his weapon to bear against Rider's with equal force.
In the wake of their clash, a shuddering crash sounded, one of the wooden beams holding up the roof collapsing to the ground as the church's walls burned. Smoke and ash was kicked up by the impact, and even as Achilles swept his spear through the dust, Karna exploded through the crumbling roof.
The golden armored son of Surya clutched the side of his head as though in pain, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth.
"O' Brahma, Cover the Earth," he intoned, swiping his hand across his eye as though ripping away a covering.
"Brahmastra!"
A holocaust erupted from his gaze, setting the surroundings alight in an inferno even as the church itself was incinerated. Jeanne and Achilles only escaped due to the Rider summoning up his chariot and horses, pulling the two from the cindered wastes.
The two hastened to pursue Amakusa, only for Karna to continue harrying and delaying them through fire, steel, and Astra.
As the sounds of flame and clashing steel filled the air behind him, Amakusa sprinted across the fields towards Castle Yggdmillenia. Karna, thankfully, was doing a remarkable job keeping his pursuers from catching up to him, which against a mounted Rider-class was no mean feat.
He dodged around a spear-wielding homunculus as a golem standing beside it dashed its ally's head off. As he weaved around the golem, he curled his fingers, filling his hands with Black Keys. Another homunculus, this one wielding a sword, darted towards him, dodging a strike from another golem as it did so. Unphased, the sham of a saint leapt, foot pressing down on the swordswoman's shoulder as he pushed off. As he reached the apex of his jump, his arms snapped out, Black Keys flashing out in all directions.
With a cry of "Set!", glyphs materialized at the ends of the sacramental rapiers, propelling them with great force and greater precision. Eight Keys were flung and eight shadows were pierced before his feet even touched the ground.
Quickly enough, Amakusa made it to the window that Atalante had broken the night prior. Boards had been put up, and it was high on the wall, but he easily scaled the wall upon the hilts of many Black Keys.
A flash of sacred steel parted the wood that covered the window, and he dropped into Caster's lab. He rose to his feet, brushing dust and splinters off his cassock as he glanced around the lab. His eyes paused on a large, smooth crystal orb suspended over a pit filled with water. Within, he could see the faint swirls of mana, no doubt in part from Atalante's Spirit Core.
He dragged his gaze away from the crystal as he heard footsteps behind him. He turned towards them, and golden eyes met a featureless mask.
"I apologise for the intrusion, Caster," Amakusa began, "but it seems that time has run short for me. Jeanne D'Arc and Achilles have chased me from my base of operations, and are even now battling my sole remaining Servant, Lancer of Red, as they pursue me."
His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists at his sides. "Is your Noble Phantasm ready for completion?"
"It is, it simply needs the…finishing touches, as it were," the masked Caster replied as he kept at his work, mostly ignoring Amakusa.
The priest exhaled, seeming to relax slightly. "Good, good...Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Currently, nothing, as I've already extracted all that was necessary from Roche," Avicebron answered, gesturing vaguely towards the golem, which had splashes of blood on it.
Amakusa nodded slowly. A necessary sacrifice, for the sake of bringing mankind to Eden.
The roar of explosive sunfire came from outside the lab, briefly illuminating the lab in a crimson-gold glow. Amakusa's Command Seals burned as Karna continued to engage Achilles and Jeanne in the fields before Castle Yggdmillenia.
The melee continued between the three of them, Karna's flames burning away any homunculi or golems that dared approach their conflict. The very air around them turned to blazes as the son of Peleus plunged his chariot through the flames and parted them beneath it. Standing behind him, Jeanne d'Arc kept her eyes on Castle Yggdmillenia, trying to discover just where Amakusa had gone.
Homunculi had no chance to even attack the Servants, their bodies falling to ash as the simple presence of Karna incinerated them. Golems were blasted to glass statues in their wake, and shattered by the passing of the Chariot. The fields leading to the base of the Black Faction were rapidly set on fire and consumed by the battle between them.
"Were it not for my orders, Rider, then I would have looked forward to battling you to my fullest," the son of Surya remarked as he tried to push them back.
The son of Peleus snorted as he set his chariot to drive them forward, his spear clashing with Karna's. "Heh…I'll admit, maybe in another war we'd be able to fight to our fullest."
"Despite the fact that such a bond could be interesting, this is hardly the time for such a discussion! We need to stop Amakusa," Jeanne called from her spot behind Achilles, her standard held at the ready.
As though in response to her words, a great roar shook the earth as a titan of stone and sediment rose from the field. Golems fell to pieces and homunculi tumbled to the ground insensate as the earth around it split apart and was covered in vibrant, unnatural flora. Great spines pierced the sky from its shoulders, a hoop of stone going over its head, all of them glowing with a dull green light. Its face was stuck in a skeletal grimace, its trio of eyes emanating the same glow as the other pustules on its body.
On each shoulder stood a humanoid figure, one masked and unfamiliar, the other white-haired and all too familiar.
Somehow, Jeanne knew what this titan was: a facsimile of the primordial man.
Adam.
As the towering figure roared, Karna disengaged from Achilles and drifted backwards, flame-licked heels keeping him aloft as he telepathically asked his Master, 'What else would you have of me?'
The response was curt and strained, as though Amakusa were performing some great task. 'Hold them there. All will be well.'
'Understood.'
Perched as he was on the shoulder of the primordial man, Amakusa could see Eden beginning to form at its feet. The first stage of the plan was complete, but now came the true test of his faith.
He glanced down at the back of his hand, where five crimson seals yet glowed with power. He closed his eyes, and four of the five began to shine brighter.
Avicebron let out a chuckle as he kept his helmeted gaze upon the golem. "Now, my Adam shall bring Eden upon this sinful Earth, freeing humanity from their mire of sin and bringing about a new age of prosperity. Truly, this shall be what's needed to cleanse humanity of sin." He turned to look at the priest, his arms raised as he continued, "And indeed, it could not have been achieved without your participation. With this, the Lord's work shall be completed."
Amakasua nodded. "Indeed, it shall." he proclaimed raising his arm skyward as the light of his Command Seals reached its apex. "Oh Lord, I offer all that I am to you!
"By these Command Seals, I order this body of mine: infuse the miracles granted unto these unworthy hands by the Lord into the primordial man!"
As that all was ongoing, Avicebron attempted to interfere, panic colouring his movements as he cried, "Stop! No, what are you doing? This could undo all our work, tainting it with the sinful flesh of man!"
With his exultation, Amakusa began to shine, his entire body seeming to distort and become light as it flowed into Golem Keter Malkuth's core. As he faded from existence, the wind carried a rebuke to Avicebron's ears.
"Fear not, for He watches over us."
In the next instant, the primordial man began to shake and tremble as pure white light poured from its eyes and pustules. The quaking quickly intensified to such a degree that Avicebron was flung from its shoulder.
In the next breath, Golem Keter Malkuth split in half, from crown to abdomen, light pouring from its chest. Before Avicebron even had the time to cry out, from the light he stepped.
He was roughly the same height as Amakusa had been, Avicebron absently noticed as the figure touched down on the flowers of Eden. But there the similarities ended. Rather than flesh, his body was comprised of loamy earth and stone, a single, large fig leaf growing out of his nethers. Rather than hair, his head was crowned by countless blades of grass. The features of his face were paradoxically both those of every human, and absent of all semblance of humanity at all.
If Golem Keter Malkuth had been a replica, an attempt to create a second Adam, then this could only be one being:
"The true primordial man…" Avicebron whispered, all thought wiped away by awe.
Adam (for indeed, it could be no other being) raised his head. "I have been called forth," he said in a voice that sounded like an avalanche bathed in clear spring water, "and all shall be embraced in salvation."
"The Paradise That We Lost," he intoned as he raised his hand.
"GanʿḖḏen."
And all was light.
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Hammers_Bjorn
Eternally Clueless
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I'm getting Evangelion flashbacks from this, and they're never a good thing to have.
Other than that, a splendidly done chapter! Wonder how the MCs are going to scrounge up a victory against this mess.
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...You know... As Blue Saber, Best Saber says... Damn it Shirou. In a way he's similar to Shirou Emiya that ignores and is so assured of his ideals. Sure he got better thanks to certain people but Amakasu bruh, Lost Belt and in christian terms, he's trying to literally be God. Sort of.
Cant imagine how to defeat something like him. Ea or something of Divine Construct although as far as I can remember he's growing stronger as time goes on.
Cant imagine how to defeat something like him. Ea or something of Divine Construct although as far as I can remember he's growing stronger as time goes on.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
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Adam's strength is dependent on one thing; its feet must walk the Blessed Earth. Astolfo's Trap of Argalia, or simply picking it up off the ground, negates that. Have the Paladin repeat his voyage and fly it to the Moon; it can't do any harm up there.
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
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Definitely an interesting idea.
That said, it wouldn't work on this particular iteration of Adam, due to reasons that shall become clear soon enough.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Hmm... Use the Grail to invoke the Second Magic, wishing it away to an Earth without humans? Or send it to the Reverse Side, where it can't do any harm? Can't wait to see what you come up with.
Mockingly-Tricky
Ketchup Enthusiast
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That's cause you're Shirou.
When JOAN OF ARC tells you you've gone full idiot, you don't double down, dumbass. She's got Big G creeping around in her head.
Why is he so cool?!
Ah. Poor Atalante, she died for nothing.
WHY ARE THEY SO COOL?!
REGIGIGAS, I CHOOSE YOU!
He can pat his head and rub his belly at the same time?!?!!
Ah. Spa Day.
(The Eden Resort and Spa in Beruwala)
That's racist.
An alternate name for this chapter should be "Priest says he knows what God wants better than literal saint; parades around a naked man"
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Judge Mental
Stranger In a Strange Land
Oh, look; a literal mudman.
And he's naked.
I expect Trent's going to be thrilled by this development.
And he's naked.
I expect Trent's going to be thrilled by this development.
SilverShadows
Under autumn skies
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So... if Jeanne was able to just order Achilles to ignore previous orders and join her side, why doesn't she just do the same to Karna? Or just have him kill himself? Or go volunteer at a soup kitchen for the next 24 hours? Literally anything!
I don't think Karna has the pride to refuse a single command seal, never mind over 20 of them!
And it's not like she can't spare the seconds of concentration needed to speak, like when she fought Nyalter. She's sitting in the back of a chariot doing basically nothing!
Dammit Jeanne, you have a skill for this!
I don't think Karna has the pride to refuse a single command seal, never mind over 20 of them!
And it's not like she can't spare the seconds of concentration needed to speak, like when she fought Nyalter. She's sitting in the back of a chariot doing basically nothing!
Dammit Jeanne, you have a skill for this!
Mizu
Software Developer
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She tried at the time IIRC, but Karna is fiercely loyal to whoever he's summoned by regardless of their morality. He'd be fighting her every step of the way, like when Caster tried to restrain Saber in F/SN with two command seals - it'd have worked eventually, but taken a good long while due to a combination of willpower and magic resistance.
SilverShadows
Under autumn skies
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I checked and didn't see her try to give any orders to Karna though. Did I miss it?
And it wouldn't really matter because Jeanne has a LOT more than two command seals. (2 per servant in the war she's administrating gives her 28 max from both factions IIRC)
Not to mention having him sit still and put all his focus into not obeying would STILL be better for her than freely attacking and hindering them.
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
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Sorry for the super late reply; didn't see this until recently because apparently I don't get to have notifications for when people post in my fic threads all of a sudden
Basically, she was willing to use a CS on Achilles to keep Amakusa from mind-controlling him. Karma needed no such mind control to keep him loyal, and Jeanne's morals oppose taking away free will (one of the biggest reasons she opposes Amakusa in the first place).
Would it have been the smarter thing to do to stack Command Seals on Karna to get to Amakusa? Yes. But the morals and beliefs of someone like Jeanne don't necessarily bend to practicality.
Mockingly-Tricky
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She hung out with Senor Tentacle War Order before her death. Jeanne is the furthest thing from practical, that's why she set herself on fire to get that golden-brown tan.
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
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If I could rate a post both Insightful and Funny, I'd give yours both. As it is, though, take your Funny; you've earned it.She hung out with Senor Tentacle War Order before her death. Jeanne is the furthest thing from practical, that's why she set herself on fire to get that golden-brown tan.
Chapter 11. The Gang Plans Primeval Patricide
Xanothos
"Fate is not a cage except for those who fear it."
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Chapter 11: The Gang Plans Primeval Patricide
As the words passed Adam's lips, a wave of emerald light surged forth from where his feet touched the ground and raced across the land in all directions. As this light passed over Avicebron, who had barely begun to rise to his feet, his body began to change. His very existence began to peel away, leaving behind a man-shaped hole in the world which very quickly began to fill with soil, rocks, and foliage, seemingly conjured from the nether.
The faceless thing which had been Avicebron made no attempts to move from where it stood, merely standing in place. Were it not for the fact that its chest rose and fell, it could've been a statue.
Eden's encroachment upon the land spread rapidly, swiftly approaching both the site of Karna's battle with Achilles as well as the walls of Castle Yggdmillennia.
Within the castle, Vlad Tepes III gripped the arms of his throne with white knuckles that stood out even against his wax-pale skin. "The work of a traitor and a heretic who would set himself above God... This will not stand! Not within my kingdom!" He never raised his voice, but his sheer intensity was enough to make even Astolfo, who had been called to the throne room with his Master, stand quiet and still.
The Prince of Wallachia rose to his feet and slammed his ornate spear into the stone floor. "Kazikli Bey!" he declared, drawing in more and more mana as he deployed his Noble Phantasm.
Outside the castle, stake after stake rose from the ground all along the walls, each one succumbing to Eden's grasp and crumbling to soil even as a new stake rose to take its place. For the moment, Eden could not pass Lancer's Noble Phantasm, not when it was used in the ultimate seat of his power, to defend his kingdom from malign invasion.
Vlad turned to regard Gordes, who had also been called to the throne room by Darnic. Notably, Saber of Black was not with him, having already been deployed to the edge of the forest to intercept the intruders. "What news, Master of Saber?"
The rotund man wiped at his brow with a handkerchief as he stood at attention, paling slightly under Vlad's scrutiny. "Yes, well…"
The gleaming silver blade of Balmung clashed with the burning gold of the Son of Surya's spear. "Now!" Siegfried shouted over his shoulder.
"Already on it!" Achilles barked back, raising his shield. "Akhilleus Kosmos!"
At that moment, the shield in his hands glowed as it unleashed its hidden power. A world of verdant marble flowed outward and against Eden, creating an ephemeral clash. An entire Grecian world poured out and up against the field that Adam was pushing, creating a war of the worlds as Eden eroded what came into contact with it.
The shield's ability created a schism between the three worlds as it essentially safeguarded Earth from the spread of the false paradise.
Achilles turned his head to the Maiden of Orleans and hollered, "Ruler! I'm holding it here for the moment, so if you're gonna do something, now's the time!"
Jeanne clasped her hands before her as the Command Seals on her back began to glow, visible even through her armor.
"Masters of Black, Masters of White, hear me! I, Jeanne D'Arc, Ruler-Class Servant of this Great Holy Grail War, call to you for aid! The Ruler Class Servant of the Third Fuyuki Grail War, Shirou Tokisada Amakusa, has unleashed the primordial man unto the world. Eden encroaches even now, warping the world into a corrupted paradise. We are able to hold it in place for now, but we cannot hold it forever!"
Across Trifas, in their little crypt, where they'd been playing Uno, the various members of the White team all looked around. Some of them were confused, some of them were afraid.
Trent, meanwhile, looked at Johan and declared, "I thought we were trying to stop this, why the fuck is this happening if Atalante was supposed to kill Avicebron?"
Johan sighed. "Hell if I know. It's probably Amakusa's fault, though."
"Well, yes, clearly. The Kindling said as much, but my main issue is just fucking what happened while we weren't looking," the blond replied as he stood up and cracked his back. "Alright, so… we gotta kill Golem Keter Malkuth and destroy Eden. Any ideas?"
Johan rubbed his chin. "Well, since Ruler mentioned 'holding it in place', I think it's safe to say that it's gotten big enough that we'll need some serious firepower to kill it." He looked over to Mordred pointedly. "Hyde may be an incredibly powerful fighter, but he can't match the power of sword-beam."
"Except for the fact that there's no guarantee that a sword-beam would even be able to penetrate Eden properly," the Canuck pointed out as he crossed his arms, his eyes then shifting over to Fran. "Hell, we need to consider the fact that Golem Keter Malkuth can't even be properly killed while it's in Eden, so we literally need something to corrode Eden enough to kill it."
It was at this point that Dr. Jekyll exclaimed, "Eve!" When everyone turned to look at him, he blushed, coughed into a fist, and then raised a finger.
"This Golem Keter Malkuth: it's a facsimile of Adam, yes?" At Johan and Trent's nod, he continued, looking at Fran, who stood right beside him. "When Victor made Fran...he wanted to recreate Eve." Fran growled at his words, but didn't shy away, and Jekyll continued. "If I can modify my Dangerous Game's recipe to draw out a specific trait or concept, rather than merely expunging the concept of 'evil' from the drinker…"
"Then we'd be able to bring out the conceptual idea planted within Fran," Trent finished with a nod, his own eyes travelling to the Berserker. After a moment, he frowned. "The issue then, is that we need a delivery system, as Eden basically eats whatever enters it."
Johan nodded. "While it's possible that a conceptual Eve could survive Eden, there's no way to guarantee it."
"Actually…" The blond scratched at his chin, his brow furrowing as he looked at the good doctor. "Hyde's transformation allows him to heal almost instantaneously, right?"
Jekyll nodded. "His Restructuring skill allows him such potent shapeshifting that he can make it so that wounds don't even exist anymore, but I'm not sure that it would work the same way against something conceptual and powerful like Eden."
"…Well, what if he rapidly shucked off the conceptually changed parts as he went?" Trent suggested, only really throwing it out there because it was one of the few options they had. "Because, as it stands, Carmy and I can do jack and squat against it, and from what I know most of our team is in the same boat."
Kairi took a puff of a cigarette, then dropped it on the ground and snuffed it out with his heel. "Before we start running around like chickens with our heads cut off, maybe you should send a familiar to check the sitch? You'll be able to see what's going down, and if anyone would know how well your plan would go, it'd be Ruler, right?"
"…Yeah, that's fair," the blond answered as he flicked out a few feathers, quickly folding them into a familiar and tossing it towards the entrance to the crypt. As it took wing, he took over its sight and guided it out to the field between the forest and Castle Yggdmillenia.
Upon taking in the sight of what was occurring, he bit back a scream.
With a deep sigh, he put his face into his hands and groaned, "Johan, it's not Golem Keter Malkuth."
Johan squinted at him, then replied, "...Elaborate?"
"Eden's expanding, with Achilles and Siegfried holding its expansion back, and at the centre of Eden is some nude douchebag wearing a fig leaf," the blond answered, still feeling rather annoyed by the sudden shift in enemy.
Johan blinked, raised a finger, then lowered it. "Well, shit. Is Jeanne nearby? Maybe she can shed light on just what the entire fuck happened."
"Fair enough," Trent murmured as he wheeled his familiar down to wear the Maiden of Orleans was overseeing the battle, consternation clear on her features.
As the familiar landed on her shoulder, it screeched, "SCRAW! What the actual fuck's happening here, you uneducated peasant?!"
Ruler glanced at the false bird with an aggrieved expression on her face. "Ah, Blackmore. Did my message not clarify what happened sufficiently? As you can plainly see, Amakusa has unleashed a false Eden upon this land."
She gestured to Achilles, who was maintaining his Noble Phantasm even as Seigfried warded off attempts by Karna to disrupt him doing so. As Trent looked on, though, he could see that neither the son of Peleus nor his shield were unscathed by the process; as Eden encroached upon the miniature world, so too did its grasp on the shield and its wielder grow. "We are holding it here, for now, but we cannot hold it back forever."
"Yeah, that's great and all, sugar tits, but this is fucking entirely outside of what Johan and I had been planning around! This is so completely out of left field that we're scrambling to prepare for this as it stands!" the familiar squawked in Trent's voice, flapping its wings wildly. "We'd been planning for other shit, not this pile of blasphemy!"
Jeanne sent him a dead-eyed stare. "Do you not recall the saying 'the best laid plans of mice and men are oft to go awry'? Making plans for what may come is all well and good, but even with knowledge of what might come, there are no guarantees. Especially not in a Holy Grail War." She sighed. "But this is hardly the time for lectures; what we need is a way to stop Adam. Falsely incarnated or not, his Eden cannot be allowed to grow any further." She pointed off into the distance, at a figure standing stock-still near to Adam himself.
"Avicebron was closest to him when he touched down, and he was immediately turned into a being made of stone and earth, devoid of higher reasoning. It is probable that the same would happen to any other Servant or human who enters the field as well." She looked at the familiar. "Have you or your associates any ideas as to how we might defeat Adam? I...may have an option myself, but it would require the sacrifice of both myself and the innocent who is hosting my Saint Graph, and I am loathe to resort to that unless all else fails."
"Yeah, yeah, don't go firing off La Pucelle, we all know it's a gun with only one bullet." As the bird said that, its body twitched. "As it stands, we're working on our own preparations before joining you all there. While Assassin and I would be little more than eye candy, we've something of a plan thrown together to deal with… this. Actually, that reminds me, little miss of Arc! How well do you think ramming the embodiment of Eve wielding proof of humanity's triumph over the Age of the Gods would do against this thing?"
Jeanne opened her mouth, then gained a distant look in her eyes. After a few moments of silence, she seemed to snap back to the present, and replied, "Do it. It is our best chance."
"Well, if that's it then…buy us time, toots, we'll be there ASAP," the familiar declared before exploding in a shower of black feathers.
Trent shook his head as he blinked back into his body and continued, "Ruler says it's our best shot, so let's get the lead out, people! Kairi, your main job once we're done here'll be to hit Castle Yggdmillennia and put a bullet in Darnic's head as soon as Adam's dealt with!"
"You're pretty energetic, Blackmore," the grizzled magus remarked, even as he pulled out his weapon and started prepping it.
Ignoring that, Trent continued on, "Mordred, you're gonna be working double duty on keeping Karna distracted and pushing back Eden's encroachment!"
"When the hell'd you become the boss around here?" the petite blonde snarled, but was cut off by Kairi just patting her on the shoulder and shaking his head, telling her without words that there was no point in arguing.
Trent pointed over at the Mentor of Heroes. "Chiron, we're gonna need you to snipe some people when all's said and done, so keep an ear out!"
The incognito centaur glanced at his Master, and when she nodded, he replied with a calm, "Understood."
The Canuck turned his gaze over to the Forvedges and the centerpiece of their current plan. "Fiore, stay cute and stay safe!"
"E-eh?" replied the Master of Archer, but Trent had already moved on.
"Fran, we need you to get hype! Caules, try and keep calm, I was just telling your sister a fact!"
The Berserker let out a grunt as she pumped her fists, her Master caught between berating the Canadian and freaking out over their current plan. The blond just ignored them as he swivelled to the last three. "Jekyll, double time it on that elixir! Carmy, use Presence Concealment to sneak up on Karna and smear the butter down his front! Johan, don't launch your spaghetti just yet, because this war's almost done!"
"It was one time, goddamnit," Johan muttered, face red. Jekyll, for his part, was already walking towards his lab with decisive intent. He returned moments later with a vial of...something, a no-doubt noxious substance that hurt just to look at. He proffered the Blueneck Butter to Carmilla, who accepted it, secreting it within her sleeves.
The silver haired vampiress let out a hum as she considered the situation. "I'm honestly surprised Master, I'd have thought that you'd have taken the chance to waffle or insult someone in your instructions."
The blond snorted as he started shoving bird feathers into his pockets, making sure he had his ancestral Mystic Code as he all but shouted, "We ain't got no time for internal strife, Carmy! We gotta reenact the Original Sin!"
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As opposed to being pulled from the End. Then again, obsidian is easier to obtain than Eyes of Ender.
As opposed to the benevolent invasion of anime; Vlad couldn't do jack shit to stop that.
hold the door! Hold the door! Hold the HODOR!
Cause nothing went according to keikaku, you weebs.
"Shit, looks like James Franco is drunk again."
Filled with high-fructose corn syrup.
You've got a slap headed your way, Master Raven.
There's no sin quite like the Original Sin, eh, Trent?
I suppose you prefer Humanity's early work?
In this update, the gang has both made things easier, but much, much worse. This is counter force worthy, but I think it's for the best that no Counter Guardians show up. Trent would just hurt their feelings.
(You know, I've heard of several interpretations of the Original Sin, especially by the Catholics, that teh Original Sin was in fact Adam and Eve having sex in Eden.)
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No, no, no. EMIYA shows up, and Trent introduces him as Mordred's new mother.
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That's because Karna is trying to stop Achilles from holding back Eden, and is a horrendously dangerous and difficulty to deal with individual besides.
Plus, what better time to ambush him than when he's focused on killing Achilles and fending off Mordred and Siegfried at the same time?