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Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)

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Assassin of Black returned to the castle, weary and exhausted. It had been a long day, and why wouldn't it be? Life had always had a habit of giving him trials to deal with. Cleaning up after his father. Cleaning up after his friends. Cleaning up after Achilles. Cleaning up after Agammemnon. Cleaning up after Achilles again. Cleaning up after Odysseus. Cleaning up after Aphrodite and her ludicrous spite.

He wound up on top, he always did, but it never got any less tiring to deal with.

And now not only had he finally been presented an opportunity to release his pent up resentment against Achilles, he found even that small consolation spoiled by not one, but two, interfering parties.

The Saber he could understand. Legendary Hero of the Sword against an Assassin of all things. Were he anyone else Diomedes doubted anyone could have done a better job under similar constraints. He doubted even that Legendary Samurai could do any better.

No, the one that truly ground on his nerves was that old man, that Adjudicator.

Dark, dank castle walls lined with torches filled his vision. Pleasant, relaxing music echoed through the corridors, reaching his ears. Assassin of Black sighed at his lot in life, and made way towards the throne room, where his ostensible commander awaited.

"My Lord, I have returned from my scouting mission."

"Iz zat right?" A tinny voice echoed, high pitched and filled with petulant authority, "Report, Assassin." A stubby arm lifted itself, gesturing in an attempt at being imposing.

"I had penetrated the base of operations for the Red Faction, and after incapacitating the two Servants present, attempt to assassinate the three Masters that were left vulnerable."

"The Rider we nose of, who waz ze second?"

"Archer, although I could not discern their identity."

"Wouldz yu say that zey are a match for our own?"

Diomedes paused, raising his head to stare at his liege, "Our own?" He asked, hesitant, "Who has answered the calls as our Archer?"

The imposing figure gestured forth, tossing back dark hair from her rounded features, "Come! Introduce yourselvez."

"Yes!" An entirely too chipper voice responded, "Right away, Onee-sama!"

Assassin of Black tilted his head, confused, "I'm sorry?"

"Not as sorry as I am, buddy." Came the reply of a voice that was far too masculine and tired.

Humming, a figure bounded forth from the shadows next to the stone throne before Diomedes eyes. Wearing a white dress, with equally pale hair, the woman approaching Assassin wore a content smile that was entirely at odds with the atmosphere of their surroundings. But the ever observant Warrior King looked further, noticing that as she stepped further into the light the hem of the woman's dress was not white, but became progressively stained more crimson. As he got a closer look at her, he noticed that the edges of the woman's…generously sized breastplate were stained a blood red.

Hanging behind her was an immaculately carved crescent of bone, with red sinew seeming to connect it to her back. She giggled, an innocent, bloodcurdling sound. And the glow of starlight drew Assassin's notice to the teddy bear that clung to the woman's white hair, seven lights arranged in a familiar shape, and the Lord of the War Cry tasted horror for the first time.

"It can't be…Lord Orion?!" Diomedes gasped, thunderstruck.

"Yeah," The Hunter muttered, "That's me."

"What…what has happened to you?!" The Assassin muttered, looking up the state of his fellow hero.

"My summoning got hijacked by a certain someone, so now I'm stuck like this."

An innocent giggle trilled through the otherwise dead chamber, "I couldn't just leave him alone to get hurt again, you see!"

"Yez…" The true leader of Black Faction muttered, "I haz often wondered if I shoulda done something similar myselv…"

Diomedes eyes widened, his pupils dilating in shock as realization struck, "You must be…Lady Artemis?!"

She waved in response before giggling once again, "Oh it's so nice to meet you! I had always wondered what it would be like for me and Onee-sama to go on a double date! And now we have a chance!"

Orion shot a look at Diomedes which could only be described as pleading.

"Itz a very appealing notion, My Sizter. But for now ve must focus on more prezzing matterz!" A short arm rose up, then down, in a chopping motion, "Assassin! Finish yer report~!"

"Yes, My Master." Inwardly he sighed, "After ambushing them the Priest, naming himself as the Fourth of the Burial Agency, Andrew Jackson, engaged me in battle."

"So you killed the Adjudicator? Good workz, I did not like Yahweh anyway, it iz good to…"

"Actually, My Master, I was beaten by him."

"What."

"Oh dear…" Artemis tutted, "Onee-sama is going to have another episode." The torches began to dim, dying out, "Come along, dear." Orion wordlessly buried himself into his partners hair in order to better defend himself from the fallout.

Diomedes gulped, the light having diminished so far that it was only his high rank in Clairvoyance that allowed him to witness the sheer rage etched on to the comically disproportionate features of his master.

"I was…beaten by him, My Master. For some reason, he possessed the ability to nullify the Palladium and-" In that moment a miniature rocket shot out from the throne, tackling Diomedes to the floor as it began screaming in an incoherent rage.

"ILLKILLHIMKILLHIMKILLHIMSTUPIDJERKYAHWEHTHINKINGSHESSOGOODBECAUSEHISSONDIDHISJOBRIGHTILLKILLTHATSTUPIDOLDBEARDEDBASTARD!!!"

"Umm, I'm sorry Lady, he was quite strong and-" A soft sounded echoed through the chamber as a stubbed arm slapped Assassin in the face.

"SHUT UP! STUPID DIOMEDES! HOW DARE YOU GET BEATEN BY SOMEONE ELSE!"

"But, you know how the members of the Church are, and Yahweh's followers still rely on his strength even now, despite his power as a Divine Spirit being diminished…"

"I DON'T CARE! YOU DIDNT LET THAT STOP YOU FROM BEATING UP HECTOR DID YOU?!"

Diomedes paused, thinking back to lightning strikes and bright flashes of light, "Actually, I did…?"

He was slapped again for his cheek, as expected.

"Don't worry, Lady Athena, I'll get him next time for sure…"

"Cheating old fart…" The small, deformed figure of the Goddess of Wisdom pouted, "If I had been there I totally would have helped you win."

Smiling awkwardly, Diomedes rubbed the hair of his patron goddess as she buried her head into his stomach while mumbling petty thoughts of revenge and disproportionate murder against the Church and it's followers after winning this Grail War.

Well… Assassin of Black thought to himself, This is gonna be a long war.

"Hey." Athena muttered with an awkwardly loud sniffle, "Do yous wanna go with Artemis tonight?"

Diomedes looked away awkwardly, scratching his cheek, "…Maybe?"

A low growling made Diomedes acutely aware that for all the trouble he had when cleaning up after the messes of others, at the very least he was free of the overly clingy advances of his patron goddess most of the time.

Somewhere in the depths of Millennium Castle, Orion snickered.
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What lead you to give Athena an accent? Was that the plan from the start? Were you inspired by something? Were you held hostage at gunpoint?
 
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Would Oracle of Delphi (or something) have a Yandere Chibi Apollo following her everywhere?

I remember he went all yandere for some chick and said chick countered it by transforming herself into a tree and he can't fuck trees

That's Zeus gimmick
 
Vanargand said:
Would Oracle of Delphi (or something) have a Yandere Chibi Apollo following her everywhere?

I remember he went all yandere for some chick and said chick countered it by transforming herself into a tree and he can't fuck trees

That's Zeus gimmick
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No, she would have been summoned as a chia pet while Apollo went around punching Gentles for trying to mess around with it for the sake of his magecraft :V
 
Illusion said:
What lead you to give Athena an accent? Was that the plan from the start? Were you inspired by something? Were you held hostage at gunpoint?
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Look some Ultimate Life Form. Read this.
EnderofWorlds said:
Not...really? I mean, besides the fact that there's borderline fuck all about Endymion save for Selene wanted his d and he got put into eternal sleep, the dynamic between GO is different simply because Orion's not a pussy and Artemis is far more active.


That's...exactly what it is though. Artemis is in love with being 'in love' like any girl who's never had an actual romance would be like when finding someone who triggers some sense of 'love at first sight' in them. She's 'lovey-dovey' because, for the most part, that's what people ignorant of what actual romance and love do when they find themselves in love. At least, that's the generalization.

Do I agree with it? Not really; I think if that was the direction they wanted to go it could've been handled better, but I do admit that it is a viable and interesting direction to take. It's definitely different, that's for sure; a direction nobody would've expected one to take the Goddess of the Hunt, but one that can make sense with some though and creative interpretation.

And I know about the scorpion, but in the telling with the Artemis romance they involve Apollo screwing things up in some fashion, even occasionally having him involved with the scorpion debacle. Which I was using to illustrate the point that Artemis was totally ok with loving Orion and that it was ultimately outside forces that separated them. Which gives one wiggle room to make the interpretation that TM made.

The point I'm making is that this shit didn't exactly come outta nowhere and can fit an interpretation of Artemis that doesn't invalidate her history. At the very least, I'm willing to be a bit more forgiving for creative and interesting interpretations than I am of typical and repetitive ones; if only because it's refreshing, at the very least.
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TehChron said:
And now I'm imagining RoA written with the Diomedes sheet having a diminutive violently tsundere chibi-Athena instead of him having the Cap of Hades.

...Jesus christ that works too well and then I'd have to force the Gorgon trio in there somewhere as a subplot and oh god no what am I doing
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EnderofWorlds said:
I only argue the tsundere bit because Athena doted ceaselessly on Diomedes. Like, nonstop as far as I can tell. I'm pretty sure if a mosquito bit him she'd smite the fuck out of the mosquito and then give him some blessing that lets him control insects or some shit because she loved him that much.
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So does Athena loves Diomedes because

Puny mortal kicking everyone and their mother's asses with pure Guile and Smarts?
 
Vanargand said:
So does Athena loves Diomedes because

Puny mortal kicking everyone and their mother's asses with pure Guile and Smarts?
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No, because she loved his father and he wound up being a cannabalistic disappointment who couldn't take down Thebes.

So then Diomedes shows up with the Epignion and proceeds to wreck the fuck out of it causing Athena to swoon forever. The Illiad was basically the Greek Avengers, even though Diomedes story has been lost to time for whatever reason.

I blame Aphrodite, personally. She was exceptionally salty after getting shanked.
 
TehChron said:
So then Diomedes shows up with the Epignion and proceeds to wreck the fuck out of it causing Athena to swoon forever. The Illiad was basically the Greek Avengers, even though Diomedes story has been lost to time for whatever reason.
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I'd say the Argonauts were the Greek Avengers and The Illiad was more like a comic book event, like Secret Wars or Crisis on Infinite Earths
 
Vanargand said:
Would Oracle of Delphi (or something) have a Yandere Chibi Apollo following her everywhere?

I remember he went all yandere for some chick and said chick countered it by transforming herself into a tree and he can't fuck trees

That's Zeus gimmick
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Wood might not conduct electricity

but it is wood that powers Zeus' unstoppable thirst

bad move, Pythia
 
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    • "So…" You begin slowly, "Take this from the top. You say that Berserker ran off on his own?" The box in Jackle's hand crackles loudly, before Sisigou's voice issues forth from it.

    "Yeah, our Berserker's Spartacus. Got summoned by that French broad." The old Priest growls ominously as Sisigou's voice dies out for a moment, "…Anyway…Someone probably got it into his head that we were oppressing him or something stupid, and the bi-er…his Master was asleep at the time, so he ran off without anyone to check him."

    "What about Ruler?" You said slowly, there was no way a rampaging Berserker would have gone unnoticed in a major population center.

    "Well…" Sisigou pauses, "I was with him most of the time as he was cleaning up Gentles' greenhouse project. When the guy heard about what Berserker had done, I think it broke him."

    "Broke him…?" You ask, shaking your head as you were sure you had misheard him.

    "Yeah, guy fell to his knees sobbing and everything. Then he just got up after a minute with this weird smirk on his face and took off without a word. Weirdest damn thing."

    You nod your head seriously, slamming it back into the hard wooden floor as you do so, in commiseration, "Poor man. He's always done his best for us, but this Grail War may just be too much for him. Especially after his noble sacrifice taking on those paper things."

    Rider shudders.

    "So what about this Burntland character?" You continue, "What's his story, exactly?"

    "No clue." Sisigou's voice continues, "I was on a job in South America when I come across Gentles sniffing around some ruins of a heretic cabal that had been wiped out a few weeks prior, and he and I have a chat since we were both there to play vulture. Gentles was just setting me a decent price on those fingers he had picked up when this asshole in body armor starts unloading some M-16's into the chamber we were in…"

    "M-16's plural?" Jackson interrupts, "Surely you mean a single M-16, no one would be stupid enough-"

    "Yeah, this guy Burntland was pretty crazy. He was dual-wielding M-16's while screaming about revenge against Gentles for killing him and his unit or something. Guy had a pretty potent shield trick going on and I hate spending money so…" Sisigou's voice drags on, "Well, I was as surprised as anyone when Gentles managed to kick him down a ravine and drove me off while going all Friday the Thirteenth on me. Never got those fingers either, Gentles said they were specially treated by those priests, too. Damn shame."

    "And the fool survived?" The man sounded like a half-assed hedge mage from what you could tell, a third rate fool who only had a protection spell to his name!

    "Tough bastard too. Said it was how he survived last time. Now if you meet him later, you should ask him about the Sewer story. It's funnier when he tells it."

    "…Right." You pause as your stomach rumbles, "So, what about lunch?"

    Jackson simply stares at you, "We're on a schedule boy, and as you may have noticed it's night o'clock, a bit late for lunch you think?"

    You frown, attempting to lock eyes with the old man and battle wordlessly for dominance.

    He simply narrows his eyes and grips his cane with an audible cracking sound and you back down, having remembered that you should listen to your elders.

    "I think we should prioritize hunting down Gentles." You say, looking to the side at a fascinating set of scuff marks on the floor, "He's the biggest threat at the moment either as a threat to the Masters on his own or through Assassin."

    "So you'll be joining Sisigou then?" Madea says, piping up for the first time this conversation, "He said before you woke up that Gentles had been seen driving aroun-"

    "That's why I'll be going with Rider." You say resolutely from your position on the floor, "Diomedes has always shown up where Rider is, like some kind of perverse stalker and it stands to reason that where the Servant is, the Master won't be too far behind."

    "But that doesn't make any sense," Martha protests, "We know where he is."

    "No, wait." Jackson interrupts, stroking his pallid chin thoughtfully, "The boy's right. It's probably a trap. We shouldn't put all our eggs in one basket for obvious bait." He turns to stare at you where you lay prone on the ground, "But we're not gonna have you go alone, Hemostrus."

    "You have someone in mind, old timer?" Sisigou's voice crackles.

    "I do, we're gonna have the Master of Berserker clean up her own mess."

    "Archambault, huh?"

    "She's a natural counter to what you tell me is Gentles' M.O., so all the punk needs to do is spot him on the outside chance that he's present and we can take him out and his Servant with him."

    "Alright." You hear a sigh and quick inhalation, "You're the boss, Jackson."

    "You're god damn right I am, punk." The old man leers at Madonna, "Dubschlain, wake up sleeping beauty and brief her on current developments." He glances towards Archer, "Archer, you and I will discuss strategy and our options before you take to the field." He nods silently, "Hemostrus, Rider, the two of you are to hang back while we're making our preparations."

    He turns away, takes two steps, then turns back towards you.

    "And pick yourself up, for God's sake. We've got guests coming in soon. Experts on the Greater Grail, as it were."


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    What do you do next?

    [] Grab something to eat
    -[] From the convenient kitchen nearby
    -[] Send someone out to grab food from a nearby restaurant
    —[] Moira Dubstep
    —[] Rider
    —[] Father Johnson

    [] Grab some rest
    —[] Right here
    —[] In a bed somewhere nearby

    [] Ask Rider for advice

    [] Ask literally anyone else for advice.
     
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    • you know the best part I just realized?
    Lancer does the "WRYYYYYY!" pose wen he uses his NP.
     
    [x] Grab something to eat
    -[x] Send someone out to grab food from an inconveniently distant restaurant
    --[x] Moira Dubstep
     
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