Reality_Impacts
He Who Has Been Seen
- Location
- The Deep Abyss Of Madness
So Void Space is just another name for it?? That's what I recall LoliVinci calling it during cutscenes.
It's Always Snowy in Chaldea [Fate/Grand Order Group SI]
- Thread starter October Daye
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Blinktwice13
Underpaid Struggle Bus Attendant
- Location
- Eastern US
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I could be mixing the two up, but I think they're related somehow at the least?
Or I'm Confidently Wrong, so who knows!
- Location
- West Michigan
The current historical understanding is that "Pharaoh of the Exodus" is a fictional composite of not just Ramses II, but a few others that lived in the same seven-century span. For ex, ancient writers didn't even consider Ramses - they thought it was Ahmose I (three centuries earlier) instead.
Of course, this means less than nothing as far as mythology and Fate in particular are concerned.
Tiamom (Alter Ego) sounds good to me.
My personal favourite fancast for 'historical' Exodus-Pharaoh is Ahmose's dad Seqenenra Taa, the pre-Abrahamic Henry V-wannabe who tried to kick the Hyksos kingdom out of Lower Egypt and got completely bodied by them in the sea of reeds. You should look up this guy's mummy sometime on an empty stomach, homeboy ate shit.
Best part is Ahmose didn't even manage to kick out the West Asiatic influence! They were still living in Egypt as a distinct cultural entity for years after that, makin' jewelry and being mercenaries same as they always had (the Hyksos kingdom itself is theorized to have arisen when a previous dynasty collapsed, shortly followed by the collapse of its successor, and all the mercs in town at the time were like "... okay so how are we gonna get paid?" and either accidentally'd or intentionally'd a government).
There's a reason we paired him up with you. XD
Jim Starluck
CO, ICS Vanguard
- Location
- Cincinnati, OH
I still hope that somebody winds up summoning Karl Marx, just to see him and Adam Smith bounce off each other.
floppy_seal99
D-O-G-A-R-S DOGARS!
- Location
- snooping as usual
I wonder if any of the cast has read Fear and Trembling by Søren Kierkegaard, because while it is highly unlikely that the patriarch Abraham will be making an appearance in this story, Kierkegaard basically used the Throne of Heroes as a superlative to explain just why the Binding of Isaac is so resonant with people:
"The [poet and speechwriter] has none of the skills of the [hero]...yet he is the spirit of remembrance, so that all can admire the hero as he does, be proud of the hero as he is. If he struggles night and day against the wiles of oblivion which would cheat him of his hero, then he has fulfilled his task, he is united with the hero who in his turn has loved him just as faithfully, for the poet is so to speak of the hero's better nature, ineffectual certainly as a memory is, but also transfigured as a memory is. Therefore no-one who is great will be forgotten...they shall all be remembered, but everyone became great in proportion to his expectancy...he who expected the impossible became greater than all. Everyone shall be remembered, but each was great in proportion to the magnitude of what he strove with. For he who strove with the world became great by conquering the world, and he who strove with himself became great by conquering himself, but he who strove with God was greater than all. So there was strife in the world, man against man, one against a thousand, but he who strove with God was greater than all."
This would help explain why the inserts (and later on Fujimaru) keep summoning folks who couldn't swing a sword for shit, they got on the Throne via conquering their previous selves or achieving something completely fucking impossible in some respect. Caster Smith essentially reorganized the global economy with a single book. Socrates is, well, Socrates and his stint in the Athenian GIs is treated less as an integral part of his legend than a cool "the more you know". Abby's just cute as hell (and not very funny). Mata Hari might not be very famous but she was a hell of a spy who basically donned and doffed identities at will.
Wait and oh shit, that's another notch on the metaphorical bedpost for just why GIRUGAMESH is the Kang of Heroes, he didn't just strive with God, he strove against ALL the Gods. Plural.
"The [poet and speechwriter] has none of the skills of the [hero]...yet he is the spirit of remembrance, so that all can admire the hero as he does, be proud of the hero as he is. If he struggles night and day against the wiles of oblivion which would cheat him of his hero, then he has fulfilled his task, he is united with the hero who in his turn has loved him just as faithfully, for the poet is so to speak of the hero's better nature, ineffectual certainly as a memory is, but also transfigured as a memory is. Therefore no-one who is great will be forgotten...they shall all be remembered, but everyone became great in proportion to his expectancy...he who expected the impossible became greater than all. Everyone shall be remembered, but each was great in proportion to the magnitude of what he strove with. For he who strove with the world became great by conquering the world, and he who strove with himself became great by conquering himself, but he who strove with God was greater than all. So there was strife in the world, man against man, one against a thousand, but he who strove with God was greater than all."
This would help explain why the inserts (and later on Fujimaru) keep summoning folks who couldn't swing a sword for shit, they got on the Throne via conquering their previous selves or achieving something completely fucking impossible in some respect. Caster Smith essentially reorganized the global economy with a single book. Socrates is, well, Socrates and his stint in the Athenian GIs is treated less as an integral part of his legend than a cool "the more you know". Abby's just cute as hell (and not very funny). Mata Hari might not be very famous but she was a hell of a spy who basically donned and doffed identities at will.
Wait and oh shit, that's another notch on the metaphorical bedpost for just why GIRUGAMESH is the Kang of Heroes, he didn't just strive with God, he strove against ALL the Gods. Plural.
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Berix
Toa of Twilight
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Loving the story so far, and glad to see Bennett is no longer a magic-less cripple. Best of luck to Adam.
That said, what's the deal with Socrates being too dangerous to bring into a singularity? I gather it's something to do with 'Mystery' and his whole question stchick, but I'm not well versed enough in Nasulore to quite get it (or understand the whole sentence where Roman explained it).
That said, what's the deal with Socrates being too dangerous to bring into a singularity? I gather it's something to do with 'Mystery' and his whole question stchick, but I'm not well versed enough in Nasulore to quite get it (or understand the whole sentence where Roman explained it).
Blinktwice13
Underpaid Struggle Bus Attendant
- Location
- Eastern US
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Mystery is a quintessential part of Magecraft - for whatever reason the fewer people understand it, the better it works. For example, puppetmastery is thoroughly degraded since knowledge of anatomy is so widespread. (Touko Aozaki is a freak of nature and is to be respected and feared.)
It's why mages enforce strict secrecy - if Magecraft gets out, too many people will understand it and it won't work. Socrates would have blown the lid off and made that happen, similar to what could happen with Holmes. Honestly, since he's more about knowledge and thought than solution he's arguably a bigger threat in that sense.
It's why mages enforce strict secrecy - if Magecraft gets out, too many people will understand it and it won't work. Socrates would have blown the lid off and made that happen, similar to what could happen with Holmes. Honestly, since he's more about knowledge and thought than solution he's arguably a bigger threat in that sense.
- Location
- West Michigan
Sufficiently-analyzed True Magic becomes Magecraft. Sufficiently-analyzed Magecraft becomes science. This is actually a net positive for humanity at large, in the long run and ignoring the active threat of Goetia, but the magus subculture can't survive such a transition.
Probably not going to happen - as fun as it would be, putting Marx and Smith in the same fic would inevitably lead to a violation of either SB, SV, or QQ's forum rules - either for the story itself or in the thread discussion.
There might be a non-canon omake at some point, though.
I admit that I haven't read any Kierkegaard, but yes, that's a very good explanation.
EDIT: Socrates is going to be my last Original Servant Donut Steel for a while - it won't just be philosophers for Indy.
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The Psyker of Colchis | Canon Rating: B
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The Psyker of Colchis | Canon Rating: B
The moment Adam saw her, he immediately dropped everything and dove into a combat roll - or at least something like it, it'd been decades since he'd done any gymnastics - and brought the hand with his Command Seals up, the better to do… something.
Fuck. No way Smith was getting here in time, and even if he could, there was no way that his economist hero could beat an actual magic-user.
"Help!" he cried out, just in case one of the other heroes of fate and destiny and whatever were in earshot. "He-"
And then he couldn't talk. Or breathe.
"Are you quite finished?" came the eerily calm voice from beneath the Palpatine-esque hood. "Apologize, boy, and be done with it."
The glowing purple fractal over his mouth vanished - and the sweet sweet oxygen that filled his lungs must have gotten whiplash with how Adam had started talking.
"But-but how and you're not- you tried to kill us all four hundred years ago and now you're older and-"
Medea - for it was her, albeit older, and with a cloak of purple brocade around her shoulders - sighed. "That… was not me, nor do I have any animus towards you. I have been with Master Fujimaru since shortly after Orleans."
Adam blinked. Around them, some of the few staff members were moving around them, shooting the pair dirty looks all the while.
"So you were in Okeanos… and then summoned into Chaldea, having gotten over everything?" he ventured, trying to wrap his head around the timeline.
Medea let out a slow, almost pitying sigh. "You really have no idea about anything, do you boy?" Reaching up with a black gloved hand, she lowered her hood, delicate features set in bemusement. "I thought Roman had been exaggerating."
Adam couldn't help but bristle at that remark. Yes, he was by far the least otaku of his friends. No, he knew nothing about Fate. That didn't mean he was goddamn stupid.
And yet despite his ignorance, he'd come out of their first mission with the least amount of damage by far. How the fuck did that make sense? Only now, safely ensourced in the metallic walls of Chaldea could he begin to process what had happened in Okeanos. And what he'd done upon returning.
"...No!" he all but shouted. "I don't know shit about anything, okay! Everyone goes deep inside baseball whenever they try to explain anything but none of them really know what's going on either. At least I admit it! I… Toby… my… she lost her goddamn hand. And I've… two days… what the…"
It was then that he realized at some point, he'd ceased standing altogether - Adam was now sitting on the floor, slumped, his arms hanging at his sides. His face felt wet.
"I had heard about that," Medea remarked, what might have been a smirk brushing her features. "Shouldn't you be preparing for your duel?"
"...I'm sorry I freaked out when I saw you," Adam mumbled. "I've… it's been a rough… everything."
He started to get up, embarrassed at his lack of control, reaching for one of the packages he'd dropped when the Witch of Colchis handed the box to him.
"I am not unfamiliar with… stressful situations," the Caster conceded. "And… what are these… 'Space Marine Eliminators?'"
Adam let out a small, nervous chuckle. Otaku? Not really. Goddamn nerd? Oh yes. "Oh… it's a Warhammer set… uh, ah, it's a model kit - I bought some paintbrushes and stuff from Smith and it's been super stressful and they're very soothing to assemble and paint-"
And just like that, he was vertical.
"Come with me," Medea ordered, releasing the telekinetic hold she'd had on him, and starting down the hall without so much as a look behind. "And tell me more about this 'Warhammer Forty Thousand.'"
The moment Adam saw her, he immediately dropped everything and dove into a combat roll - or at least something like it, it'd been decades since he'd done any gymnastics - and brought the hand with his Command Seals up, the better to do… something.
Fuck. No way Smith was getting here in time, and even if he could, there was no way that his economist hero could beat an actual magic-user.
"Help!" he cried out, just in case one of the other heroes of fate and destiny and whatever were in earshot. "He-"
And then he couldn't talk. Or breathe.
"Are you quite finished?" came the eerily calm voice from beneath the Palpatine-esque hood. "Apologize, boy, and be done with it."
The glowing purple fractal over his mouth vanished - and the sweet sweet oxygen that filled his lungs must have gotten whiplash with how Adam had started talking.
"But-but how and you're not- you tried to kill us all four hundred years ago and now you're older and-"
Medea - for it was her, albeit older, and with a cloak of purple brocade around her shoulders - sighed. "That… was not me, nor do I have any animus towards you. I have been with Master Fujimaru since shortly after Orleans."
Adam blinked. Around them, some of the few staff members were moving around them, shooting the pair dirty looks all the while.
"So you were in Okeanos… and then summoned into Chaldea, having gotten over everything?" he ventured, trying to wrap his head around the timeline.
Medea let out a slow, almost pitying sigh. "You really have no idea about anything, do you boy?" Reaching up with a black gloved hand, she lowered her hood, delicate features set in bemusement. "I thought Roman had been exaggerating."
Adam couldn't help but bristle at that remark. Yes, he was by far the least otaku of his friends. No, he knew nothing about Fate. That didn't mean he was goddamn stupid.
And yet despite his ignorance, he'd come out of their first mission with the least amount of damage by far. How the fuck did that make sense? Only now, safely ensourced in the metallic walls of Chaldea could he begin to process what had happened in Okeanos. And what he'd done upon returning.
"...No!" he all but shouted. "I don't know shit about anything, okay! Everyone goes deep inside baseball whenever they try to explain anything but none of them really know what's going on either. At least I admit it! I… Toby… my… she lost her goddamn hand. And I've… two days… what the…"
It was then that he realized at some point, he'd ceased standing altogether - Adam was now sitting on the floor, slumped, his arms hanging at his sides. His face felt wet.
"I had heard about that," Medea remarked, what might have been a smirk brushing her features. "Shouldn't you be preparing for your duel?"
"...I'm sorry I freaked out when I saw you," Adam mumbled. "I've… it's been a rough… everything."
He started to get up, embarrassed at his lack of control, reaching for one of the packages he'd dropped when the Witch of Colchis handed the box to him.
"I am not unfamiliar with… stressful situations," the Caster conceded. "And… what are these… 'Space Marine Eliminators?'"
Adam let out a small, nervous chuckle. Otaku? Not really. Goddamn nerd? Oh yes. "Oh… it's a Warhammer set… uh, ah, it's a model kit - I bought some paintbrushes and stuff from Smith and it's been super stressful and they're very soothing to assemble and paint-"
And just like that, he was vertical.
"Come with me," Medea ordered, releasing the telekinetic hold she'd had on him, and starting down the hall without so much as a look behind. "And tell me more about this 'Warhammer Forty Thousand.'"
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
That is... Extremely fitting, now that I think of it...
Canon rating B means it's canon, but not like, necessary reading.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Honestly, would you be okay with me writing some Omake based on this? Or do you have plans for it in the future?
(Also do you have any word on which servants are and aren't in Chaldea so far?)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Canon ratings E and D: noncanon, but reasons vary.
Canon rating C: 50/50 on canonicity.
Canon rating B: canon, but not story relevant. Fluff and worldbuilding.
Canon rating A: canon and immediately story relevant.
Canon rating EX: ???
Write away! Also, if they've not appeared or been mentioned in the context of Chaldea on-page, assume they aren't in Chaldea.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Isn't that kind of most of them? You haven't actually brought forward that many servants thus far.
Bear in mine that it is going to show back up again later on during part of the fluffier parts.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ritsuka's Servants that have shown on-screen or been mentioned:
Mash (duh)
EMIYA
William Tell
CasCu
Boudica
Jeanne d'Arc
Jeanne Alter
Medea
Vlad Tepes (mentioned)
Achilles (mentioned)
Heracles
For the record, there are more, it's just that for the purposes of omake-writing, it'll be easier to declare things canon if you stick to people you know are around. Especially since the new Masters might be summoning people who hypothetically could be around by now but aren't.
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Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Well I already know that's not quite complete since Nero is mentioned in Chapter 1 and I don't see her on there.
I'ma do a reread while making a list of all mentioned servants, for reference.
Outside of the obvious 'Da Vinci, Mash, etc' of course.
Servants are listed in order of mention.
The Gang's Servants
Ching Shih
Adam Smith
Mordred
Abigail Williams
Fionn Mac Cumhail
Socrates
Ozymandias
Chaldean Servants
Heracles
EMIYA
Boudica
William Tell
Elizabeth Bathory
Caster Cu
Jeanne d'Arc
Mata Hari
Xiang Yu (Assumed, since y'know... Akuta summoned)
Vlad Tepes
Achilles
Jeanne Alter
Medea
Ching Shih
Adam Smith
Mordred
Abigail Williams
Fionn Mac Cumhail
Socrates
Ozymandias
Chaldean Servants
Heracles
EMIYA
Boudica
William Tell
Elizabeth Bathory
Caster Cu
Jeanne d'Arc
Mata Hari
Xiang Yu (Assumed, since y'know... Akuta summoned)
Vlad Tepes
Achilles
Jeanne Alter
Medea
EDIT: And if the author chooses to threadmark this, I'll keep it updated with each new chapter.
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You can meet a Servant without having summoned them. Septem comes before Okeanos in the Singularities.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Good point, she is only referred to in past tense.
Still, there were a few others missed too, so I consider my read time well wasted.