Rebuild of Apocrypha (Yet Another Another Fate/etc. Quest)
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So all one of them?
wdango
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*rates insightful*
Overuse Injury
[X] "Here's how it is, Rider. In ninety seconds I'm going to pass out from lack of prana. In five seconds the enemy will hit us with a damn MISSILE that uses the same cheap tricks as those grenades to pass through your defenses. So. You can get us the hell out of here and take your revenge on them later, OR you can die a shameful death in five...four..."
Yellow eyes turn towards you, staring harshly, fury and indignation burning just behind your Servant's gaze. He turns himself, angled towards where the blond man has finished lining up his shot.
"I'll choose neither option…Master."
You hear the sound of propellants kicking in, as the rocket is launched from the tube pointing at you. Fire and smoke ejects behind the figure, and you see the explosive shoot forward into the air.
Before your vision is obscured by a wall of silver, and a dull thump is all you hear of the rocket that just moments before seemed poised to deliver certain death unto you.
"See? Nothing to worry about." The…thing that Rider had used to defend you dissolves into motes of mana, and you realize that Rider's actions had drawn no prana from you whatsoever. Not that that helps overly much, given you're still gasping from the strain on your circuits, sweat mingling with silver blood and staining your clothes where the trap from earlier had succeeded in tearing through them. A hand claps you on the shoulder harshly, before lifting you up.
"Sorry." Rider says, shrugging nonchalantly, "I forgot that humans these days are a bit more fragile than from back in my time."
"That's the entire point of summoning a Servant in the first place," You hear yourself mutter petulantly. And for a shocking moment, you're reminded of your Master. You stare at Rider incredulously, his cocky smirk reappearing on his face. "Good thing I brought spares…"
"Hmph, it is not my fault that the standards of warriors in the modern era have fallen so low, Master. Now…" He turns towards the blond man, who was adjusting the grip on his weapon, "You! Magi! Tell me, what price had the Black Faction paid to obtain knowledge of my inevitable summoning?"
The other blond stares at him for a moment, before smirking, "None at all, Rider of the Red! There are many magi in the Clock Tower who would welcome the rise of the Yggdmillenia Clan!" He waves his weapon dramatically, punctuating the statement, "We need only approach them, and they will trip over themselves to willingly aid the Yggdmillenia!" He shouts, accompanying the statement with a wholly unnatural chuckle, the noise sounding as if two wooden blocks were being ground against one another.
…What? You had expected that there would be some leaks, but that even the identity of your Servant had been compromised before you had even found it out for yourself was ridiculous!
"I do not doubt that dogs would gather around you in the hopes that they could make a name for themselves in taking down the strong, Master of the Black." Rider replies, his smirk turning predatory, "But you are quite the fool-"
"Aaron Gentles," You provide helpfully, having finally recognized the identity of the man in front of you.
"Aaron Gentles," Rider continues, "To appear before me, practically naked as you are."
Gentles face appears to crack, as his bark-like features split to reveal too-white teeth, "Your legends do your cleverness no justice," He pauses, his smirk growing even wider, more malformed, "…Achilles."
Rider shuts his eyes, smirking, walking past you while shaking his head, "And with that name having left your lips, Master of Black, let me show you why I am the swiftest in history!" Rider shoves you behind him, one foot resting on the edge of Trois Tragoidia, "Dromeus Komētēs!"
As if teleporting, one moment Rider is on his chariot, and the next his other foot is firmly set upon the edge of the adjacent rooftop, your Servant poised to run straight into the Yggdmillenia Master even as he attempts to bring his rocket launcher to bear.
Before Rider's leg is swept out from under him, due to some unseen force striking at his exposed heel.
You don't quite see Rider's expression as he tumbles backwards into the alley below, but you are struck by a foreign feeling of incredible fury just the same.
A feeling accompanied by the now familiar sound of a metallic pin being pulled, and the sight of a round object appearing from out of thin air, before dropping into the same spot which Rider had fallen.
Which was then followed by the distinct rumbling of a muffled explosion.
"Well, that was easy." A voice says from nowhere.
"Unexpectedly so," Aaron Gentles replies, nodding.
"Not as much as you would think. I always figured him to be overly exaggerated."
"I'll take your word for it." The blond answers with a nod, before aiming his rocket launcher back at you.
That sense of anger and bitterness is still there.
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Yellow eyes turn towards you, staring harshly, fury and indignation burning just behind your Servant's gaze. He turns himself, angled towards where the blond man has finished lining up his shot.
"I'll choose neither option…Master."
You hear the sound of propellants kicking in, as the rocket is launched from the tube pointing at you. Fire and smoke ejects behind the figure, and you see the explosive shoot forward into the air.
Before your vision is obscured by a wall of silver, and a dull thump is all you hear of the rocket that just moments before seemed poised to deliver certain death unto you.
"See? Nothing to worry about." The…thing that Rider had used to defend you dissolves into motes of mana, and you realize that Rider's actions had drawn no prana from you whatsoever. Not that that helps overly much, given you're still gasping from the strain on your circuits, sweat mingling with silver blood and staining your clothes where the trap from earlier had succeeded in tearing through them. A hand claps you on the shoulder harshly, before lifting you up.
"Sorry." Rider says, shrugging nonchalantly, "I forgot that humans these days are a bit more fragile than from back in my time."
"That's the entire point of summoning a Servant in the first place," You hear yourself mutter petulantly. And for a shocking moment, you're reminded of your Master. You stare at Rider incredulously, his cocky smirk reappearing on his face. "Good thing I brought spares…"
"Hmph, it is not my fault that the standards of warriors in the modern era have fallen so low, Master. Now…" He turns towards the blond man, who was adjusting the grip on his weapon, "You! Magi! Tell me, what price had the Black Faction paid to obtain knowledge of my inevitable summoning?"
The other blond stares at him for a moment, before smirking, "None at all, Rider of the Red! There are many magi in the Clock Tower who would welcome the rise of the Yggdmillenia Clan!" He waves his weapon dramatically, punctuating the statement, "We need only approach them, and they will trip over themselves to willingly aid the Yggdmillenia!" He shouts, accompanying the statement with a wholly unnatural chuckle, the noise sounding as if two wooden blocks were being ground against one another.
…What? You had expected that there would be some leaks, but that even the identity of your Servant had been compromised before you had even found it out for yourself was ridiculous!
"I do not doubt that dogs would gather around you in the hopes that they could make a name for themselves in taking down the strong, Master of the Black." Rider replies, his smirk turning predatory, "But you are quite the fool-"
"Aaron Gentles," You provide helpfully, having finally recognized the identity of the man in front of you.
"Aaron Gentles," Rider continues, "To appear before me, practically naked as you are."
Gentles face appears to crack, as his bark-like features split to reveal too-white teeth, "Your legends do your cleverness no justice," He pauses, his smirk growing even wider, more malformed, "…Achilles."
Rider shuts his eyes, smirking, walking past you while shaking his head, "And with that name having left your lips, Master of Black, let me show you why I am the swiftest in history!" Rider shoves you behind him, one foot resting on the edge of Trois Tragoidia, "Dromeus Komētēs!"
As if teleporting, one moment Rider is on his chariot, and the next his other foot is firmly set upon the edge of the adjacent rooftop, your Servant poised to run straight into the Yggdmillenia Master even as he attempts to bring his rocket launcher to bear.
Before Rider's leg is swept out from under him, due to some unseen force striking at his exposed heel.
You don't quite see Rider's expression as he tumbles backwards into the alley below, but you are struck by a foreign feeling of incredible fury just the same.
A feeling accompanied by the now familiar sound of a metallic pin being pulled, and the sight of a round object appearing from out of thin air, before dropping into the same spot which Rider had fallen.
Which was then followed by the distinct rumbling of a muffled explosion.
"Well, that was easy." A voice says from nowhere.
"Unexpectedly so," Aaron Gentles replies, nodding.
"Not as much as you would think. I always figured him to be overly exaggerated."
"I'll take your word for it." The blond answers with a nod, before aiming his rocket launcher back at you.
That sense of anger and bitterness is still there.
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Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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Dang if the ornery "No I won't leave my tent" cuss isn't growing on me. Oh, and now Isaac is sitting on an aerial chariot he can't control, Achilles is somewhere at ground level, and there's a Servant and a guy with a rocket launcher about to turn him into paste.
Ideas?
Ideas?
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- Tel'aran'rhiod
Rider's salt levels are reaching critical aren't they?
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Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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The way I see it, we've got two choices. The first is the "Plug the muzzle" option from before, but that takes all our remaining prana, still leaves Whatever of Black in position to attack Isaac, and if Aaron's weapon has some kind of anti Mercury device we're screwed. More screwed.
The other option is to swan dive off the chariot and use our Mercury manipulation to survive getting to ground level and reuniting with Achilles. Let's call this plan "Falling With Style".
The other option is to swan dive off the chariot and use our Mercury manipulation to survive getting to ground level and reuniting with Achilles. Let's call this plan "Falling With Style".
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Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
My plan was just gonna be jumping out of the chariot and trying to survive. Your plan sounds better.
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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--[] Use your Mercury Manipulation powers to (hopefully) land without being killed or seriously injured.
---[] If possible, try to land near Achilles
Vote changed.
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Khawy
TITANNNNNNNNNNN
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- The United States of America
[X] Swan dive off the chariot and into the urban sprawl below.
--[X] Use your Mercury Manipulation powers to (hopefully) land without being killed or seriously injured.
---[X] If possible, try to land near Achilles
----[Q] Hold his hand as you spend the last moment of your life. Have a flashback too.
--[X] Use your Mercury Manipulation powers to (hopefully) land without being killed or seriously injured.
---[X] If possible, try to land near Achilles
----[Q] Hold his hand as you spend the last moment of your life. Have a flashback too.
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Wade Garrett
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Editing my vote to add one final condition.
I'm assuming it means Aaron and the other guy have to work for the kill, rather than just tossing explosives into the open air chariot while having a nice, long laugh
notmi
Super Koala God Super Koala
Because hitting a moving target is really going to be a problem for them?
Wade Garrett
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A target that is floating motionless is mid-air is easier to hit than one that is
As far as taking cover in the chariot, it's open topped. No doubt it can absorb several Formalcraft boosted rockets, but the shrapnel and the pressure will still do Isaac in if he cowers under the floorboards.
Voting to try and lash the horses into motion is certainly a possible option, though.
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They're using explosives, not machine guns at the moment
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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Just so there's a pre-made option for people who don't want to try parachute less skydiving:
[ ] Grab the reins and try to get the chariot into motion. If that fails,
--[ ] Form a whip of enchanted Mercury in your hand
--[ ] Lash the horses drawing Rider's chariot on their flanks while screaming "Giddyup! Giddyup! MOVE, YOU STUPID ANIMALS!"
[ ] Grab the reins and try to get the chariot into motion. If that fails,
--[ ] Form a whip of enchanted Mercury in your hand
--[ ] Lash the horses drawing Rider's chariot on their flanks while screaming "Giddyup! Giddyup! MOVE, YOU STUPID ANIMALS!"
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notmi
Super Koala God Super Koala
[X] Grab the reins and try to get the chariot into motion. If that fails,
--[X] Form a whip of enchanted Mercury in your hand
--[X] Lash the horses drawing Rider's chariot on their flanks while screaming "Giddyup! Giddyup! MOVE, YOU STUPID ANIMALS!"
It really says something that the more reasonable option involves plummeting to our likely demise while people try to shoot us out of the sky.
--[X] Form a whip of enchanted Mercury in your hand
--[X] Lash the horses drawing Rider's chariot on their flanks while screaming "Giddyup! Giddyup! MOVE, YOU STUPID ANIMALS!"
It really says something that the more reasonable option involves plummeting to our likely demise while people try to shoot us out of the sky.