JoJo's Bizarre Fate/Stay Night (Nasuverse x JJBA crossover)
Chapter 1: Human Spirit - Part 3
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
A metallic ring. It is, however, much bigger than simply a 'ring.' It is a bracelet, big enough that it could be placed on one's arm, and with enough weight to feel it. Right now, the catalyst lays in your workshop, on a bench, in a box. It will wait there.
Meanwhile, school is also waiting.
Once you are done vainly checking yourself out in the mirror and making sure you look good in the uniform, you walk out of your house.
You lock the door, then walk to the gate. You leave and lock it as well. You have two houses across Morioh, in two separate districts, and both protected with Bounded Fields. Being the administrator of this city surely has its perks and they will come to use in the Holy Grail War. Having two bases to operate from, both built on leylines that can be monopolized will not only be an amazing strategical boon but also a good way of ensuring quote "map control" unquote.
Your first, day-to-day house with your workshop is here, in the eastern suburban residential area, near the center. It's not far from the square, where there's a lot of bus stops, so it means that travel around the city will be easy. Your other house is on the western side of the city, on the other side of the river and just next to a bridge. It is a typical Japanese-styled house inherited from the Higashikata family, while this one was built when your ancestors moved into the city in the mid-late 20th century. Prior to that time, they already owned the town due to having marital connections with its previous second owners, however, the Higashikata were always opposed to the Joestar family until your father and mother's fateful marriage, which caused the feud to be put aside.
The problem with the other house might be that, despite it having a lesser leyline running through it in just the right spot, like a minor artery, its workshop is dusty, old, and you haven't used it in years. Really, you barely ever used it at all. Most of the stuff in there belongs to your father.
Lost in thought over the Holy Grail War and strategy, as well as your properties, you lose track of time and don't realize you're already in visual range of the school. The routine is so sharp that your legs already subconsciously take you here every morning. It's like when you wake up exactly a second before the clock starts buzzing because your brain got used to waking up at that exact hour. You've had it happen to you a few times. You go down the hill and arrive before the school's entrance.
Infuriatingly enough, as if to inflate your ego, the high school's name is, unbelievably: George Joestar's High School for Talented Youth. It's like naming a school after a president, except you name it after the guy who funded it, from the land, to the bricks, to the staff. Nowadays, the school is government property, but that's only because great-grandpa Joseph wasn't as good at business transactions as he thought he was. Just because he worked in real estate means nothing. Of course, when someone notices your surname, they often ask if your ancestors built this school. How you rue the day you agreed to Speedwagon's advice to attend here instead of the many other schools around the city.
Still, it's not that bad. The classes are in good condition and the teachers are decent human beings. At least, that's as far as your knowledge goes. With the recent serial killings, you can never be too sure.
The serial killings are, perhaps one of the few bad thing in living in the city. It's dangerous. It started a few months back. It was tame at first. If you recall correctly, roughly one victim every month. Then it sped up. In the February of last year, it was at two victims per month. The serial killer gained confidence quickly, as by September, he was at three monthly. Right now, he's going full-throttle. The fifth victim this month was found dead last night and it's barely halfway through. The serial killer has an interesting modus operandi. More specifically, each one of his victims doesn't have their hand. In addition, a vast majority, over ninety-nine percent of the victims, are women. There was only one male victim, who was a witness to another of the killer's murders and killed to cover up the crimes. The killer claimed over thirty lives at this point.
But enough of the same old story. If he ever tries to get you, he's in a world of trouble.
You go to your class, A-2, where you're instantly welcomed by the same sight as every single day.
"Give it back, bastard!"
"Narancia, Narancia... Narancia-kuuun∼! Why are you getting so heated up? It's just a notebook."
"Fugo! Give it back!"
Before you, two of your classmates, Narancia Ghirga and Panacotta Fugo argue. The two get along like cat and dog. It's the natural order of things, so you pay the event no heed and sit down in your desk. You open your bag and take out your things, until Fugo begins laughing obnoxiously. You look to see what's so funny.
Fugo looks into Narancia's notebook and has the time of his life, laughing at whatever is inside.
"Hey, everyone, look at this!" Fugo raises the notebook, showing its contents. Inside, are drawings. The drawings depict Narancia and Ayako Mitsuzuri; a female classmate of yours. "Narancia has a crush!"
"Give it back, jerk!" Narancia jumps at Fugo and the two wrestle for control of the notebook.
You sigh, looking out the window, just wondering when your teacher...
[] Taiga Fujimura
[] Jean Pierre Polnareff
... comes into class.
With nothing else to do, you glance around the class, scanning it for anything that isn't Fugo and Narancia and looks interesting. You notice some of the boys reading Baoh manga together.
"Hey, JoJo," a voice calls to you from the left. You look in its direction.
"Hum?"
Before you, smiling smugly stands Shinji Brando. Shinji is a terrible human being. You suppose he inherited it from someone. "I heard you entered the kendo club recently."
"Shut up," you hush him. "Don't talk to me."
"How aggressive. I'm just trying to start a conversation."
"Then better get to the point." You do your best to ignore him. You look away.
"I'm just trying to warn you. Swordsmanship won't help you much in what's coming."
You almost laugh. You only let yourself release a contemptuous snicker. "It's funny coming from the guy who was written off before birth."
Shinji sneers then walks away.
You've already concluded he's not a Master. He can't be a Master. Shinji Brando does not have the Magic Circuits to maintain any kind of Servant. It will be someone else from the Brando family. Still, it's "good" to see he supports his house. What he doesn't know is that kendo is just a hobby for you. You are perfectly fine fighting people with your fists or letting your Servant do the talking.
You look to see that Narancia defeated Fugo with a blow to the head. Fugo now lays on the ground, scratching his head. Since their little quarrel is over, you might as well go talk with them. They're not dangerous when they're apart. It's just the human spirit, you guess.
[] Go to Narancia and ask him why Fugo is so lively today.
[] Go to Fugo and offer him a hand, then politely ask him to leave Narancia alone.
Meanwhile, school is also waiting.
Once you are done vainly checking yourself out in the mirror and making sure you look good in the uniform, you walk out of your house.
You lock the door, then walk to the gate. You leave and lock it as well. You have two houses across Morioh, in two separate districts, and both protected with Bounded Fields. Being the administrator of this city surely has its perks and they will come to use in the Holy Grail War. Having two bases to operate from, both built on leylines that can be monopolized will not only be an amazing strategical boon but also a good way of ensuring quote "map control" unquote.
Your first, day-to-day house with your workshop is here, in the eastern suburban residential area, near the center. It's not far from the square, where there's a lot of bus stops, so it means that travel around the city will be easy. Your other house is on the western side of the city, on the other side of the river and just next to a bridge. It is a typical Japanese-styled house inherited from the Higashikata family, while this one was built when your ancestors moved into the city in the mid-late 20th century. Prior to that time, they already owned the town due to having marital connections with its previous second owners, however, the Higashikata were always opposed to the Joestar family until your father and mother's fateful marriage, which caused the feud to be put aside.
The problem with the other house might be that, despite it having a lesser leyline running through it in just the right spot, like a minor artery, its workshop is dusty, old, and you haven't used it in years. Really, you barely ever used it at all. Most of the stuff in there belongs to your father.
Lost in thought over the Holy Grail War and strategy, as well as your properties, you lose track of time and don't realize you're already in visual range of the school. The routine is so sharp that your legs already subconsciously take you here every morning. It's like when you wake up exactly a second before the clock starts buzzing because your brain got used to waking up at that exact hour. You've had it happen to you a few times. You go down the hill and arrive before the school's entrance.
Infuriatingly enough, as if to inflate your ego, the high school's name is, unbelievably: George Joestar's High School for Talented Youth. It's like naming a school after a president, except you name it after the guy who funded it, from the land, to the bricks, to the staff. Nowadays, the school is government property, but that's only because great-grandpa Joseph wasn't as good at business transactions as he thought he was. Just because he worked in real estate means nothing. Of course, when someone notices your surname, they often ask if your ancestors built this school. How you rue the day you agreed to Speedwagon's advice to attend here instead of the many other schools around the city.
Still, it's not that bad. The classes are in good condition and the teachers are decent human beings. At least, that's as far as your knowledge goes. With the recent serial killings, you can never be too sure.
The serial killings are, perhaps one of the few bad thing in living in the city. It's dangerous. It started a few months back. It was tame at first. If you recall correctly, roughly one victim every month. Then it sped up. In the February of last year, it was at two victims per month. The serial killer gained confidence quickly, as by September, he was at three monthly. Right now, he's going full-throttle. The fifth victim this month was found dead last night and it's barely halfway through. The serial killer has an interesting modus operandi. More specifically, each one of his victims doesn't have their hand. In addition, a vast majority, over ninety-nine percent of the victims, are women. There was only one male victim, who was a witness to another of the killer's murders and killed to cover up the crimes. The killer claimed over thirty lives at this point.
But enough of the same old story. If he ever tries to get you, he's in a world of trouble.
You go to your class, A-2, where you're instantly welcomed by the same sight as every single day.
"Give it back, bastard!"
"Narancia, Narancia... Narancia-kuuun∼! Why are you getting so heated up? It's just a notebook."
"Fugo! Give it back!"
Before you, two of your classmates, Narancia Ghirga and Panacotta Fugo argue. The two get along like cat and dog. It's the natural order of things, so you pay the event no heed and sit down in your desk. You open your bag and take out your things, until Fugo begins laughing obnoxiously. You look to see what's so funny.
Fugo looks into Narancia's notebook and has the time of his life, laughing at whatever is inside.
"Hey, everyone, look at this!" Fugo raises the notebook, showing its contents. Inside, are drawings. The drawings depict Narancia and Ayako Mitsuzuri; a female classmate of yours. "Narancia has a crush!"
"Give it back, jerk!" Narancia jumps at Fugo and the two wrestle for control of the notebook.
You sigh, looking out the window, just wondering when your teacher...
[] Taiga Fujimura
[] Jean Pierre Polnareff
... comes into class.
With nothing else to do, you glance around the class, scanning it for anything that isn't Fugo and Narancia and looks interesting. You notice some of the boys reading Baoh manga together.
"Hey, JoJo," a voice calls to you from the left. You look in its direction.
"Hum?"
Before you, smiling smugly stands Shinji Brando. Shinji is a terrible human being. You suppose he inherited it from someone. "I heard you entered the kendo club recently."
"Shut up," you hush him. "Don't talk to me."
"How aggressive. I'm just trying to start a conversation."
"Then better get to the point." You do your best to ignore him. You look away.
"I'm just trying to warn you. Swordsmanship won't help you much in what's coming."
You almost laugh. You only let yourself release a contemptuous snicker. "It's funny coming from the guy who was written off before birth."
Shinji sneers then walks away.
You've already concluded he's not a Master. He can't be a Master. Shinji Brando does not have the Magic Circuits to maintain any kind of Servant. It will be someone else from the Brando family. Still, it's "good" to see he supports his house. What he doesn't know is that kendo is just a hobby for you. You are perfectly fine fighting people with your fists or letting your Servant do the talking.
You look to see that Narancia defeated Fugo with a blow to the head. Fugo now lays on the ground, scratching his head. Since their little quarrel is over, you might as well go talk with them. They're not dangerous when they're apart. It's just the human spirit, you guess.
[] Go to Narancia and ask him why Fugo is so lively today.
[] Go to Fugo and offer him a hand, then politely ask him to leave Narancia alone.
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Chapter 1: Human Spirit - Part 4
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
You stand up and approach the boy with black hair, who is now looking through his notebook actively.
"Hey, Narancia. Why is Fugo so spirited today? He doesn't act like this... always."
Fugo scoffs, wiping the dust off his clothing, as he stands up and approaches. "Well, if you have to ask. It's because someone wasn't paying attention as I explained last lesson's material. I got kind of mad."
"I already apologized, Fugo!"
It's no secret that Narancia is behind a few months in terms of material, due to various circumstances. He is a poor student in general, but a good and kind-hearted person. And Fugo, while he can be mean and even cruel at times, is kind enough to borrow Narancia his notes and even coaches him by keeping him updated on the material from the lessons. Despite being in the same class, their chaotic connection could be compared to a hardly-proper senpai-junior relationship.
"You deserve it, though," Fugo insisted, folding his arms and looking away with closed eyes.
Narancia sighs, laying his notebook down. "Sorry! Sorry! I'll do better next time, just give me a chance."
Fugo, without missing a beat or looking at Narancia, responds, "You could at least stand up when apologizing, you know?"
You leave the two to their business and sit back in your desk. A minute passes and the bell rings, marking the beginning of the lesson. Everyone takes their seats. Only several seconds pass and she enters the classroom–––––––––––
The door closes behind her. "Good morning, everyone!" she giggles. Taiga Fujimura, your homeroom teacher, happily swaggers to her desk, lays down the case with her things, the notebook, her teacher's books, and her bag; and then turns to the class and smiles as everyone greets her back in chorus:
"Good morning, Fujimura-sensei!"
Fujimura-sensei closes her eyes, listening to the greeting like music. She stands there, with her hands together, smiling gleefully for a while even after the greeting.
...
...
...
...
Fugo coughs.
...
...
...
...
"Hum!" Fujimura-sensei exclaims, her eyes still closed. "So... can any of you remind me what lesson it is right now?"
...
"Biology!" a troublesome student at the back exclaims; a lie. This rouses the rest of the class into various, other, untrue responses. Words like 'history,' 'chemistry,' 'Japanese,' 'English,' and even more ridiculous ones like 'physical education,' sound across the class in diverse pitches, octaves, voices, and accents just to confuse Fujimura-sensei further.
She opens her eyes. The woman calculates the words.
...
...
"Come on!" She lays her hands on her waist. "Quit kidding around! I seriously don't know! I woke up late and forgot to read my plan!"
Once again: "Chemistry!" followed by words like 'math,' 'safety education,' 'geography,' 'history,' and various others, all ringing in unison to purposefully annoy the teacher. One thing is sure. Although in separation the class might not be the most efficient brain or machine, together, as one, united force and front; they can accomplish stunning feats of idiocy.
Taiga sighs and looks at you with stale eyes. "Joyce, do you mind telling me?" she asks, her voice just as weary as her face.
"It's math right now, sensei."
The class sings in chorus: "D'aww!!" the voices of disappointment ring.
"Very well, just let me check what topic we were on!" she walks to her desk and reads.
Glares of intense hatred turn to look at you. You just sit there, sitting smugly and supporting your cheek with your hand.
The lesson flies by.
You have several kinds of lessons with Fujimura-sensei. It's not that the school is understaffed or anything. She's just a prodigy and has diplomas in a wide variety of subjects, which extends to teaching them. Other than that there is also Kuzuki-sensei, Polnareff-sensei, and several other teachers and faculty members.
You note everything as expected of a straight-A student, raising your hand to solve a problem or two every now and then and getting a thumbs-up from Fujimura-sensei. The lesson ends and the bell rings.
After math class, you had English with Fujimura-sensei, then several other lessons and, of course, lunch. The day is about to end. The sun slowly prepares to settle beyond the horizon, covering everything the sky in orange and purple hues. You look at it from the school window with a dreamful exhalation.
During lunchtime, you were torn between eating with the rest of the girls and hanging out with Fugo and Narancia. While the two of them are borderline dangerous to each other, especially when together; like matter and anti-matter, that doesn't change the fact that they are a company like no other and are pretty fun to hang out with once you ignore Fugo stabbing Narancia with a key every five seconds when the latter says or acts stupid. Ultimately, you settled on eating with the girls, since you need to keep your sanity for tonight's ritual.
Once school is over, you go down to the locker room, have a brief, 'pleasant' exchange with Shinji, and you go home.
"Hey, Narancia. Why is Fugo so spirited today? He doesn't act like this... always."
Fugo scoffs, wiping the dust off his clothing, as he stands up and approaches. "Well, if you have to ask. It's because someone wasn't paying attention as I explained last lesson's material. I got kind of mad."
"I already apologized, Fugo!"
It's no secret that Narancia is behind a few months in terms of material, due to various circumstances. He is a poor student in general, but a good and kind-hearted person. And Fugo, while he can be mean and even cruel at times, is kind enough to borrow Narancia his notes and even coaches him by keeping him updated on the material from the lessons. Despite being in the same class, their chaotic connection could be compared to a hardly-proper senpai-junior relationship.
"You deserve it, though," Fugo insisted, folding his arms and looking away with closed eyes.
Narancia sighs, laying his notebook down. "Sorry! Sorry! I'll do better next time, just give me a chance."
Fugo, without missing a beat or looking at Narancia, responds, "You could at least stand up when apologizing, you know?"
You leave the two to their business and sit back in your desk. A minute passes and the bell rings, marking the beginning of the lesson. Everyone takes their seats. Only several seconds pass and she enters the classroom–––––––––––
The door closes behind her. "Good morning, everyone!" she giggles. Taiga Fujimura, your homeroom teacher, happily swaggers to her desk, lays down the case with her things, the notebook, her teacher's books, and her bag; and then turns to the class and smiles as everyone greets her back in chorus:
"Good morning, Fujimura-sensei!"
Fujimura-sensei closes her eyes, listening to the greeting like music. She stands there, with her hands together, smiling gleefully for a while even after the greeting.
...
...
...
...
Fugo coughs.
...
...
...
...
"Hum!" Fujimura-sensei exclaims, her eyes still closed. "So... can any of you remind me what lesson it is right now?"
...
"Biology!" a troublesome student at the back exclaims; a lie. This rouses the rest of the class into various, other, untrue responses. Words like 'history,' 'chemistry,' 'Japanese,' 'English,' and even more ridiculous ones like 'physical education,' sound across the class in diverse pitches, octaves, voices, and accents just to confuse Fujimura-sensei further.
She opens her eyes. The woman calculates the words.
...
...
"Come on!" She lays her hands on her waist. "Quit kidding around! I seriously don't know! I woke up late and forgot to read my plan!"
Once again: "Chemistry!" followed by words like 'math,' 'safety education,' 'geography,' 'history,' and various others, all ringing in unison to purposefully annoy the teacher. One thing is sure. Although in separation the class might not be the most efficient brain or machine, together, as one, united force and front; they can accomplish stunning feats of idiocy.
Taiga sighs and looks at you with stale eyes. "Joyce, do you mind telling me?" she asks, her voice just as weary as her face.
"It's math right now, sensei."
The class sings in chorus: "D'aww!!" the voices of disappointment ring.
"Very well, just let me check what topic we were on!" she walks to her desk and reads.
Glares of intense hatred turn to look at you. You just sit there, sitting smugly and supporting your cheek with your hand.
The lesson flies by.
You have several kinds of lessons with Fujimura-sensei. It's not that the school is understaffed or anything. She's just a prodigy and has diplomas in a wide variety of subjects, which extends to teaching them. Other than that there is also Kuzuki-sensei, Polnareff-sensei, and several other teachers and faculty members.
You note everything as expected of a straight-A student, raising your hand to solve a problem or two every now and then and getting a thumbs-up from Fujimura-sensei. The lesson ends and the bell rings.
***
After math class, you had English with Fujimura-sensei, then several other lessons and, of course, lunch. The day is about to end. The sun slowly prepares to settle beyond the horizon, covering everything the sky in orange and purple hues. You look at it from the school window with a dreamful exhalation.
During lunchtime, you were torn between eating with the rest of the girls and hanging out with Fugo and Narancia. While the two of them are borderline dangerous to each other, especially when together; like matter and anti-matter, that doesn't change the fact that they are a company like no other and are pretty fun to hang out with once you ignore Fugo stabbing Narancia with a key every five seconds when the latter says or acts stupid. Ultimately, you settled on eating with the girls, since you need to keep your sanity for tonight's ritual.
Once school is over, you go down to the locker room, have a brief, 'pleasant' exchange with Shinji, and you go home.
You arrive back home. You open the gate, then close it to make sure no one intrudes during a ceremony as important as this.
You go to your workshop. Upon opening the basement door, you proceed downstairs, roughly eight meters, until you find yourself in a spacious cellar. The floor is made from a flat, smooth, light gray stone. The walls are made from rougher, dark gray slabs in the shape of bricks. Everywhere, there are shelves and cabinets that contain books, alchemical ingredients, mystic reagents and other thaumaturgical tools and devices. All of them have been collected for decades and generations, so you should not use them for trivialities, lest you will have to replenish the stocks; and they do, indeed contain some impressive items.
You have some exotic and exciting pieces here. An unhatched, half-rotten hydra egg preserved in alchemical salts; an incomplete and flawed brew that can grant longevity, or in this case prolong life for up to twenty years; a few odd mystic codes of considerable power; but the greatest thing at display is the sword in a glass cabinet, protected with its own, dedicated Bounded Field.
"Pluck..."
A sword your ancestor Jonathan Joestar received from a dark knight. It is a high-order Mystic Code, almost on the level of a Noble Phantasm in terms of Mystery and spiritual rank. In fact, it could, in theory, be utilized to fight on par with a Servant-level being, had you actually the physical abilities to not be outmatched by them. Perhaps, at peak efficiency, you could fight a weak Servant with Pluck, but barely to a standstill. It's still an impressive thing and holding off a Servant would be an impressive, legendary deed of its own.
But you're getting ahead of yourself.
You unpack the catalyst. The box was naturally coated with special protections to ensure it fell only into your hands - a protection against theft. The Speedwagon Foundation does not mess around with security, especially when it is in direct interaction with your family.
A heavy, iron ring, big enough to serve as a bracelet. Now, you'll need to make a few choices about summoning. You can opt to summon a specific Class of Servant, and you can try to put last year's alchemical textbook studies to a test. The Servant should be someone compatible with you.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Saber.
[] [Class] Try to summon an Archer.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Lancer.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Rider.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Caster.
[] [Class] Try to summon an Assassin.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Berserker.
[] [Class] Try to cheat the Fuyuki Holy Grail War system and summon the Servant under an atypical Class to gain power. This is risky and has 50-50 chances of being beneficial or detrimental. And the other families won't like this.
[] [Class] Don't aim for a specific Class. Let the Grail's will be done.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Pentagram; a simple, reliable shape that channels mystical energies in a pure connection.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Merkaba; a more stable and effective summoning circle that ensures proper connection.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Advanced Merkaba; a less stable but more powerful variant that can channel more energy at the cost of stability.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Tri-Solomonic Magic Circle; a powerful and common choice among expert magi.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use mercury.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use blood.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use virgin blood. Your own will suffice.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use chalk.
You go to your workshop. Upon opening the basement door, you proceed downstairs, roughly eight meters, until you find yourself in a spacious cellar. The floor is made from a flat, smooth, light gray stone. The walls are made from rougher, dark gray slabs in the shape of bricks. Everywhere, there are shelves and cabinets that contain books, alchemical ingredients, mystic reagents and other thaumaturgical tools and devices. All of them have been collected for decades and generations, so you should not use them for trivialities, lest you will have to replenish the stocks; and they do, indeed contain some impressive items.
You have some exotic and exciting pieces here. An unhatched, half-rotten hydra egg preserved in alchemical salts; an incomplete and flawed brew that can grant longevity, or in this case prolong life for up to twenty years; a few odd mystic codes of considerable power; but the greatest thing at display is the sword in a glass cabinet, protected with its own, dedicated Bounded Field.
"Pluck..."
A sword your ancestor Jonathan Joestar received from a dark knight. It is a high-order Mystic Code, almost on the level of a Noble Phantasm in terms of Mystery and spiritual rank. In fact, it could, in theory, be utilized to fight on par with a Servant-level being, had you actually the physical abilities to not be outmatched by them. Perhaps, at peak efficiency, you could fight a weak Servant with Pluck, but barely to a standstill. It's still an impressive thing and holding off a Servant would be an impressive, legendary deed of its own.
But you're getting ahead of yourself.
You unpack the catalyst. The box was naturally coated with special protections to ensure it fell only into your hands - a protection against theft. The Speedwagon Foundation does not mess around with security, especially when it is in direct interaction with your family.
A heavy, iron ring, big enough to serve as a bracelet. Now, you'll need to make a few choices about summoning. You can opt to summon a specific Class of Servant, and you can try to put last year's alchemical textbook studies to a test. The Servant should be someone compatible with you.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Saber.
[] [Class] Try to summon an Archer.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Lancer.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Rider.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Caster.
[] [Class] Try to summon an Assassin.
[] [Class] Try to summon a Berserker.
[] [Class] Try to cheat the Fuyuki Holy Grail War system and summon the Servant under an atypical Class to gain power. This is risky and has 50-50 chances of being beneficial or detrimental. And the other families won't like this.
[] [Class] Don't aim for a specific Class. Let the Grail's will be done.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Pentagram; a simple, reliable shape that channels mystical energies in a pure connection.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Merkaba; a more stable and effective summoning circle that ensures proper connection.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Advanced Merkaba; a less stable but more powerful variant that can channel more energy at the cost of stability.
[] [Magic Circle - Shape] Tri-Solomonic Magic Circle; a powerful and common choice among expert magi.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use mercury.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use blood.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use virgin blood. Your own will suffice.
[] [Magic Circle - Material] Use chalk.
- Location
- Reno
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] [Class] Don't aim for a specific Class. Let the Grail's will be done.
[X] [Magic Circle - Shape] Pentagram; a simple, reliable shape that channels mystical energies in a pure connection.
[X] [Magic Circle - Material] Use mercury.
[X] [Magic Circle - Shape] Pentagram; a simple, reliable shape that channels mystical energies in a pure connection.
[X] [Magic Circle - Material] Use mercury.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[x] [Class] Don't aim for a specific Class. Let the Grail's will be done.
[x] [Magic Circle - Shape] Pentagram; a simple, reliable shape that channels mystical energies in a pure connection.
[x] [Magic Circle - Material] Use virgin blood. Your own will suffice.
[x] [Magic Circle - Shape] Pentagram; a simple, reliable shape that channels mystical energies in a pure connection.
[x] [Magic Circle - Material] Use virgin blood. Your own will suffice.
Chapter 1: Human Spirit - Part 5
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
You take a ritually adjusted mercury flask in your hand. You pour it slowly and carefully onto the ground, making sure you get the right proportions and the proper shape of a circle. The mercury freezes in place as soon as it touches the ground, creating thaumaturgical lines that will serve as an energy container basis for the magic circle. You then proceed to draw several, additional lines, giving the circle the shape of a basic pentagram. A common shape in magecraft, because it gets the job done at properly unloading energy.
You know that the ceremony needn't be complex. It's the Grail that does the heavy lifting. All you have to do is form a proper bond with the Servant and provide him with your magical energy,
This is it. You're prepared to begin the ritual. After decades of warfare between the families–––––Joyce Joestar will become the one to claim the Holy Grail, in the name of a world where nobody has to cry. In the name of a gentler world that should have been. All in order to realize a true miracle; a world without conflict.
Now.
You lay the catalyst in the middle of the summoning circle, making sure it's in the middle. If this gives you a third-rate Servant, you will literally kill Speedwagon. This is a matter of hundreds of years of conflict and bloodshed. You can't have Speedwagon screwing it up for you with something like this.
Regardless, you clear your throat and begin the chant. You know the most common incantation used, and you decide to roll with it. What better way to participate in a ritual than according to tradition?
"Let's go..."
You know that the ceremony needn't be complex. It's the Grail that does the heavy lifting. All you have to do is form a proper bond with the Servant and provide him with your magical energy,
This is it. You're prepared to begin the ritual. After decades of warfare between the families–––––Joyce Joestar will become the one to claim the Holy Grail, in the name of a world where nobody has to cry. In the name of a gentler world that should have been. All in order to realize a true miracle; a world without conflict.
Now.
You lay the catalyst in the middle of the summoning circle, making sure it's in the middle. If this gives you a third-rate Servant, you will literally kill Speedwagon. This is a matter of hundreds of years of conflict and bloodshed. You can't have Speedwagon screwing it up for you with something like this.
Regardless, you clear your throat and begin the chant. You know the most common incantation used, and you decide to roll with it. What better way to participate in a ritual than according to tradition?
"Let's go..."
"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let silver and steel be the essence!" The circle flares up, blue and silvery in color. The light floods the room from it, filling every corner and giving everything a white-blue hue.
"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation! Let my great master Joestar be the ancestor! Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall. Close the four cardinal gates! Come out from the crown! Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom!"
An intense wind invades the room, blowing your hair and raising blue-colored dust in a spiral of what can only be described as shreds of blue-colored magical energy. "I shall declare here! Your body shall serve under me! My fate shall be with your sword! Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail! Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."
"An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."
The spiraling whirlwind of air and magical energy in the middle of the room turns powerful; it becomes a tornado that almost pushes you, but you manage to stand in place. You sense static mana in the air, as your Magic Circuits flare up momentarily, establishing a connection with something beyond this world. "From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"
The circle erupts with bright light.
...
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...
You open your eyes.
Streaks of mana in the air have amassed into a figure, standing in the center of the magic circle. A knight. On his body, a silvery armor, covering him from top to bottom. His free-flowing black hair moved as if it had muscles of its own, and that's not even mentioning the rest of his body, which was comparable to an ancient Greek sculpture in terms of might.
"W-Who are you?" you ask, standing your ground and concealing your fear.
"I am Bruford, knight of Mary Stuart," the knight, holding a sword in one hand, announces his true name to you. His tone is pronounced and calm. He is cool and nonchalant, acting indifferently and without concern for the situation, he is in; like an apathetic zombie.
You smile, overtaken by joy. The summoning was successful. "And... what class are you?"
The knight frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. You sense rage coming off of him, but he manages to suppress it. Then, with the same, cold voice he says: "Saber, however, I am a fake. It is hardly a suitable class for me."
"Oh, really?" You frown back at him. The instant he exclaimed 'however' you felt doubt.
"More importantly. Your name, Master."
You answer with no hesitation. "Joyce Joestar."
"..." The knight stares at you, dumbstruck. "Joestar?"
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"No... nothing," he says, lowering his gaze. His hair seems to stop moving like it did before. The knight looks around and finally moves from his place. He marches up to one of the desks and examines the thaumaturgical notes on it. He's studying his environment.
"So, Bruford... Can you give me a rundown of your legend real quick?"
Bruford's eyes rise from a document. They look to the right, at you, but his face remains still. "I understand my legend is unpopular, but as my Master, and having used a catalyst to summon me, you should be obliged to know it."
"Actually, the catalyst was a gift," you explain.
Bruford's eyes close. He sighs, then looks at you again, turning fully in your direction. "I was a knight serving Mary Stuart, in the sixteenth century. I passed the seventy-seven ring challenge. Me and my comrade Tarkus gave up our lives in hopes of defending our lady, but we were executed. My Noble Phantasm is my hair. It is exceptionally powerful and can be utilized in various ways."
You... get a weird feeling. The way he speaks is concise and fast, but you feel like he's omitting an important fact. Something that you'd rather know. But, you summoned him based on personal connection, right? So that means he should be fairly good-natured and orderly unless something went wrong. As such, by deduction, he should be cooperative, so you cast your suspicion aside and smile at Bruford.
Bruford looks back at you nonchalantly.
"Just so you know, I summoned you a month early, before the Holy Grail War. It's because we can use that time for scouting and discussing a good strategy for the War. I didn't know what Heroic Spirit I would summon, but I thought that, naturally, you'd probably want to be a part of it all, being a warrior and all."
"I understand and appreciate the consideration, Master, but know that I am an anti-hero, not a proper Heroic Spirit. In fact, Berserker would be the most fitting container for me, which means that the Berserker Servant has probably been summoned already. Regardless, you are lucky. I am admittedly a second-rate Servant, but as a Saber, I am at least docile and capable of thinking tactically."
"Ah, so... I was thinking we could go and..."
[] Scout the docks. Get you acclimated with the naval areas. Not that we're expecting naval combat.
[] Scout the center of the city. Get nice and cozy in the urban jungle.
[] Scout the sub-urban areas. Get a good grip of the streets and their structure.
[] Find Berserker and his Master, then challenge them to combat. Who cares the War hasn't begun yet?
[] Write-in.
"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation! Let my great master Joestar be the ancestor! Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall. Close the four cardinal gates! Come out from the crown! Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom!"
An intense wind invades the room, blowing your hair and raising blue-colored dust in a spiral of what can only be described as shreds of blue-colored magical energy. "I shall declare here! Your body shall serve under me! My fate shall be with your sword! Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail! Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."
"An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."
The spiraling whirlwind of air and magical energy in the middle of the room turns powerful; it becomes a tornado that almost pushes you, but you manage to stand in place. You sense static mana in the air, as your Magic Circuits flare up momentarily, establishing a connection with something beyond this world. "From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"
The circle erupts with bright light.
...
...
...
You open your eyes.
Streaks of mana in the air have amassed into a figure, standing in the center of the magic circle. A knight. On his body, a silvery armor, covering him from top to bottom. His free-flowing black hair moved as if it had muscles of its own, and that's not even mentioning the rest of his body, which was comparable to an ancient Greek sculpture in terms of might.
"W-Who are you?" you ask, standing your ground and concealing your fear.
"I am Bruford, knight of Mary Stuart," the knight, holding a sword in one hand, announces his true name to you. His tone is pronounced and calm. He is cool and nonchalant, acting indifferently and without concern for the situation, he is in; like an apathetic zombie.
You smile, overtaken by joy. The summoning was successful. "And... what class are you?"
The knight frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. You sense rage coming off of him, but he manages to suppress it. Then, with the same, cold voice he says: "Saber, however, I am a fake. It is hardly a suitable class for me."
"Oh, really?" You frown back at him. The instant he exclaimed 'however' you felt doubt.
"More importantly. Your name, Master."
You answer with no hesitation. "Joyce Joestar."
"..." The knight stares at you, dumbstruck. "Joestar?"
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"No... nothing," he says, lowering his gaze. His hair seems to stop moving like it did before. The knight looks around and finally moves from his place. He marches up to one of the desks and examines the thaumaturgical notes on it. He's studying his environment.
"So, Bruford... Can you give me a rundown of your legend real quick?"
Bruford's eyes rise from a document. They look to the right, at you, but his face remains still. "I understand my legend is unpopular, but as my Master, and having used a catalyst to summon me, you should be obliged to know it."
"Actually, the catalyst was a gift," you explain.
Bruford's eyes close. He sighs, then looks at you again, turning fully in your direction. "I was a knight serving Mary Stuart, in the sixteenth century. I passed the seventy-seven ring challenge. Me and my comrade Tarkus gave up our lives in hopes of defending our lady, but we were executed. My Noble Phantasm is my hair. It is exceptionally powerful and can be utilized in various ways."
You... get a weird feeling. The way he speaks is concise and fast, but you feel like he's omitting an important fact. Something that you'd rather know. But, you summoned him based on personal connection, right? So that means he should be fairly good-natured and orderly unless something went wrong. As such, by deduction, he should be cooperative, so you cast your suspicion aside and smile at Bruford.
Bruford looks back at you nonchalantly.
"Just so you know, I summoned you a month early, before the Holy Grail War. It's because we can use that time for scouting and discussing a good strategy for the War. I didn't know what Heroic Spirit I would summon, but I thought that, naturally, you'd probably want to be a part of it all, being a warrior and all."
"I understand and appreciate the consideration, Master, but know that I am an anti-hero, not a proper Heroic Spirit. In fact, Berserker would be the most fitting container for me, which means that the Berserker Servant has probably been summoned already. Regardless, you are lucky. I am admittedly a second-rate Servant, but as a Saber, I am at least docile and capable of thinking tactically."
"Ah, so... I was thinking we could go and..."
[] Scout the docks. Get you acclimated with the naval areas. Not that we're expecting naval combat.
[] Scout the center of the city. Get nice and cozy in the urban jungle.
[] Scout the sub-urban areas. Get a good grip of the streets and their structure.
[] Find Berserker and his Master, then challenge them to combat. Who cares the War hasn't begun yet?
[] Write-in.
DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Ask Bruford what he thinks we could help with, perhaps we could give him some enchanted support?
- Location
- Escondido, California, USA, North America
[X] Scout the center of the city. Get nice and cozy in the urban jungle.
This is my vote.
This is my vote.