Renascence: A Homura Quest
- Thread starter Higure
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy Mystery
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Yes. We are going to need guns!
RexHeller
Title Incoming. Please Hold.
- Location
- Somewhere else.
Oh...Happy to have you!
Regarding difficulty: It was always going to be this hard. So many loops means absurdly powerful Witches. The current situation is...different, but Sachiel was only a mid-tier Witch.
Just wait until you meet one of the canon ones!
Yay...
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Im going to go cry in a corner for my Mami
Lordsservent
Servant of the one true God and SV
- Location
- The centre of the Multiverse
*pulls @RexHeller and @DB_Explorer into a hug*
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
So, the universe hates Homura, what else is new?
It will just make kicking its teeth out on our way to that fabled Golden Ending all the more enjoyable, really.
- Location
- California Conservation Corps
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
On the flip side we so have some pretty bullshit of our own.
The white devil, enchantment being OP, Sayaka HERO OF JUSTICE and other possible allies/abilities...
Punching the universe in the troath is not impossible.
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
It is until someone explains what a troath is.
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
Concerning the current vote...
Do we have any reasons to believe Mami is in immediate danger? So far, neither Sesshomaru nor Herakles seemed to go out of their way to attack her, and I'd be a bit reluctant to let Sayaka face a potential surprise attack from doggy alone.
Leaning toward
[X] Back to back defense with Sayaka
right now.
Do we have any reasons to believe Mami is in immediate danger? So far, neither Sesshomaru nor Herakles seemed to go out of their way to attack her, and I'd be a bit reluctant to let Sayaka face a potential surprise attack from doggy alone.
Leaning toward
[X] Back to back defense with Sayaka
right now.
Nothing but paranoia, as far as I can tell. It's theoretically possible, but a lot of things are theoretically possible. I mainly see it as a way to signal to the beasties what we're trying to protect, while also leaving Sayaka alone while she's in an actual active fight, and just hurt the creature a moment ago (meaning she's the most likely current target).
ApocalypticFish
Been reflecting lately.
Look, there's a difference between bravery and a death wish.
Guess which one the Broken world falls under?
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Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Its a brave new world.Look, there's a difference between bravery and a death wish.
Guess which one the Broken world falls under?
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
~poke~
No, wait, I have a legitimate reason! I brought tribute!
... well, what I'm trying to say is that I wrote an omake (crossover with Fate Stay Night, seemed appropriate given our current predicament). However, I'd like to request for a beta-reader before posting it here, for I have little confidence in my english writing skills.
Your help is appreciated!
No, wait, I have a legitimate reason! I brought tribute!
... well, what I'm trying to say is that I wrote an omake (crossover with Fate Stay Night, seemed appropriate given our current predicament). However, I'd like to request for a beta-reader before posting it here, for I have little confidence in my english writing skills.
Your help is appreciated!
Omake: Yet Another Battlefield
Macros
omnisciently vague councilman
- Location
- Dirac Sea
And here it is! Many thanks to Entropy Judge for his insight!
In retrospect, she should have known that learning an entirely new system of magic from stolen notes and second-hand sources could only yield very limited results. Though some similarities between the craft of the Magi and the powers bestowed by the Incubator piqued her curiosity, the point remained mostly academic. Far more promising, though, was the mention of a secret war waged between magicians, fought through the restored souls of heroes of old, with an all-powerful wish-granting device as a prize. That last part definitely got her attention. She needed to learn more, to make preparations, but if there was the slightest chance to get such an artefact...
Desperate times called for desperate measures. This whole mess started with a wish. Maybe another one could end it.
***
After so much time spent as a Counter Guardian, one could excuse the Heroic Spirit EMIYA for believing there was nothing in the Holy Grail War that could truly surprise him. While most of the time he went through familiar patterns, sometimes things became... strange.
More often than not, it was finding himself contracted by an unusual master. While Rin was the most frequent candidate, he sometimes ended up being the Servant of Sakura, once found himself in the employ of Illyasviel, and one particularly disturbing timeline left him having to deal with his younger self. That one hadn't gone well. And then there were the downright bizarre occurrences, like finding himself fighting on a virtual moon, that time the Grail War turned into a sport event somehow, or when, in a fit of insanity, he apparently decided to give Shirou Emiya one of his arms (it was those kind of things that left Archer regretting that he didn't get the emotions of his alternate selves along with their memories, because he really had no idea WHY he could have conceived such an asinine plan).
So, all in all, finding himself summoned by a young girl he had never seen before was far from the strangest thing that ever happened to him. Still, it was up there.
A school uniform he didn't know, long black hair and a violet gaze that made her seem far older than she looked – but then again, he remembered Illya – this was the first sight he was given in this Grail War. Her expression was guarded, but he could read a strange mix of apprehension, surprise and... hope? In her eyes. The Counter Guardian expelled a sigh.
"Well, it seems fate picked a strange little master for me this time around. If you are indeed the one who summoned me, that is."
He half expected Rin to barge in the room any minute now; it wouldn't be the first time her invocation ended up being somewhat approximate. But no, the prana supplied to his body undoubtedly came from the one in front of him. When she finally spoke, it was with a soft voice, barely audible.
"So it worked. You are... my Servant?"
"I suppose I am. Though I can't say I'm really impressed by that 'master' the Grail apparently chose for me. Don't expect me to listen much at what you have to say..."
The glare he received in response gave him pause. It wasn't the kind of glare Rin usually gave him, full of outraged indignation, which made teasing her actually quite funny, if not very prudent. No, this was a cold stare which promised a world of troubles to the one receiving it. The amount of killing intent behind it was actually quite impressive in one so young. In that instant, the Servant decided that perhaps antagonizing this unknown master right off the bat wasn't particularly wise. He had his own objectives to pursue, and a hostile relationship with his only anchor in this world could spell trouble. Not to mention the command seals. Damn, he hated those things.
"... then again, you did summon me. Your prana feels a bit strange, but is otherwise rather potent. I suppose I should acknowledge you as a capable magus, at least."
His master's expression didn't change much, but the anger in her eyes turned more calculating. Interesting.
"Very well, I suppose this is for the best. Servant Archer, at your service. And how should I call you, master?"
The girl remained silent for a few more instants before answering with a flat tone.
"Homura Akemi. Now, about this war... I have questions."
***
As it turned out, the improbable association between the Counter Guardian and the Puella Magi ended up being quite efficient.
In many respects, they were quite different people. Archer's dry sarcasm contrasted Homura's lack of humour. His smooth remarks underlined her blunt attitude. Even their weaponry were pretty much the antithesis of one another, cold blades and swift arrows meeting gunpowder and explosives. And, as it turned out, the man who had tried so hard to save everyone was now partnered up with the girl who wished for the salvation of one.
Yet as the two of them fought side by side, and as the dreams of their respective lives came more frequently, this particular partnership turned out to be a match made in heaven. Both showed a pragmatic nature, tempered by the remains of the morals that an eternity of conflict hadn't quite managed to stamp out. Both showed no patience for fools, and answered threats with overwhelming firepower. And both recognized each other as a fellow lost soul thrown into hell, and desperately trying to claw their way out.
All in all, it could have been a lot worse.
***
After seeing the explosion left by Caladbolg, Homura was hard-pressed to hide the envy in her gaze. Really, having such a thing against Walpurgisnacht would have made things SO much easier.
The smug smile her servant threw in her direction didn't help either.
***
"Wait, you can stop time?"
"Hmm."
Raising his bow toward the frozen familiars of Caster, Archer couldn't help but shake his head.
"Somehow, it feels like I'm cheating right now."
He was only answered by a hair flip.
***
Conventional weaponry was of limited use against a Servant.
Still, Archer couldn't quite stifle his laugh when twenty grenades went off in Lancer's face at the same time.
Being Lancer is suffering.
***
"... so her dagger can nullify any magical contract?"
"Yup."
Silence.
"... do you think it would be possible to make a quick trip to Mitakihara, have her follow, and..."
"Give it up, kid."
***
"So as I pray... Unlimited Blade Works!"
"... I still think it looks better with rocket launchers."
***
"Master, why the hell did you put that in your shield?!"
"The way I see it, throwing magic swords around is just asking for someone to pick one up."
"You DARE steal from the King? Your suffering shall serve as an example for future generations, mongrels!"
"Great, now he's mad."
***
In the end, it was all for naught.
The Grail, as it turned out, was no salvation. Just a pile of curses ready to set the world ablaze. Homura didn't know if she ought to laugh or to cry. Really, she should have known better than to place her hopes in a wish. Because that usually turned out so well. Somehow, she hoped the Incubator never heard about this thing. Contracts were bad enough without adding cursed wishes into the deal. Behind her, Archer silently stood, none too pleased about this issue either. Apparently, his days of labour in the service of Alaya were to continue for now. Maybe by traumatizing that idiot even more... Ah, better luck next time, he supposed.
Oh, who am I kidding? Damn E-rank luck.
Finally, Master and Servant exchanged a weary glance, knowing their time together was at an end. Despite the disappointing conclusion – understatement! - Homura refused to consider this loop an entire waste. At the very least, surviving this hellish event was an accomplishment in itself. And she had to admit... the novelty of fighting side by side with a partner had been welcome.
"Well, it's been interesting."
"Hmm."
They were out of time. Homura's shield clicked, while Archer began dissolving into motes of blue light. All they could do was exchange one last nod, knowing this was certainly the last time they'd see each other.
Both had yet another battlefield waiting for them.
Yet Another Battlefield
a Fate Stay Night / Puella Magi Madoka Magica omake
Stumbling upon the world of the Magi had been an... interesting experience, in Homura's opinion. After so many months (years? decades?) spent looping through time, she didn't believe the world still held many surprises for her, so she had been understandably puzzled when she discovered the existence of an established magic society, carefully shrouded in secrecy, and quite different from the world of the Puella Magi. The time-traveler had idly wondered what other secrets might remain hidden, before focusing on the matter at hand: how to turn this discovery into opportunity.a Fate Stay Night / Puella Magi Madoka Magica omake
In retrospect, she should have known that learning an entirely new system of magic from stolen notes and second-hand sources could only yield very limited results. Though some similarities between the craft of the Magi and the powers bestowed by the Incubator piqued her curiosity, the point remained mostly academic. Far more promising, though, was the mention of a secret war waged between magicians, fought through the restored souls of heroes of old, with an all-powerful wish-granting device as a prize. That last part definitely got her attention. She needed to learn more, to make preparations, but if there was the slightest chance to get such an artefact...
Desperate times called for desperate measures. This whole mess started with a wish. Maybe another one could end it.
***
After so much time spent as a Counter Guardian, one could excuse the Heroic Spirit EMIYA for believing there was nothing in the Holy Grail War that could truly surprise him. While most of the time he went through familiar patterns, sometimes things became... strange.
More often than not, it was finding himself contracted by an unusual master. While Rin was the most frequent candidate, he sometimes ended up being the Servant of Sakura, once found himself in the employ of Illyasviel, and one particularly disturbing timeline left him having to deal with his younger self. That one hadn't gone well. And then there were the downright bizarre occurrences, like finding himself fighting on a virtual moon, that time the Grail War turned into a sport event somehow, or when, in a fit of insanity, he apparently decided to give Shirou Emiya one of his arms (it was those kind of things that left Archer regretting that he didn't get the emotions of his alternate selves along with their memories, because he really had no idea WHY he could have conceived such an asinine plan).
So, all in all, finding himself summoned by a young girl he had never seen before was far from the strangest thing that ever happened to him. Still, it was up there.
A school uniform he didn't know, long black hair and a violet gaze that made her seem far older than she looked – but then again, he remembered Illya – this was the first sight he was given in this Grail War. Her expression was guarded, but he could read a strange mix of apprehension, surprise and... hope? In her eyes. The Counter Guardian expelled a sigh.
"Well, it seems fate picked a strange little master for me this time around. If you are indeed the one who summoned me, that is."
He half expected Rin to barge in the room any minute now; it wouldn't be the first time her invocation ended up being somewhat approximate. But no, the prana supplied to his body undoubtedly came from the one in front of him. When she finally spoke, it was with a soft voice, barely audible.
"So it worked. You are... my Servant?"
"I suppose I am. Though I can't say I'm really impressed by that 'master' the Grail apparently chose for me. Don't expect me to listen much at what you have to say..."
The glare he received in response gave him pause. It wasn't the kind of glare Rin usually gave him, full of outraged indignation, which made teasing her actually quite funny, if not very prudent. No, this was a cold stare which promised a world of troubles to the one receiving it. The amount of killing intent behind it was actually quite impressive in one so young. In that instant, the Servant decided that perhaps antagonizing this unknown master right off the bat wasn't particularly wise. He had his own objectives to pursue, and a hostile relationship with his only anchor in this world could spell trouble. Not to mention the command seals. Damn, he hated those things.
"... then again, you did summon me. Your prana feels a bit strange, but is otherwise rather potent. I suppose I should acknowledge you as a capable magus, at least."
His master's expression didn't change much, but the anger in her eyes turned more calculating. Interesting.
"Very well, I suppose this is for the best. Servant Archer, at your service. And how should I call you, master?"
The girl remained silent for a few more instants before answering with a flat tone.
"Homura Akemi. Now, about this war... I have questions."
***
As it turned out, the improbable association between the Counter Guardian and the Puella Magi ended up being quite efficient.
In many respects, they were quite different people. Archer's dry sarcasm contrasted Homura's lack of humour. His smooth remarks underlined her blunt attitude. Even their weaponry were pretty much the antithesis of one another, cold blades and swift arrows meeting gunpowder and explosives. And, as it turned out, the man who had tried so hard to save everyone was now partnered up with the girl who wished for the salvation of one.
Yet as the two of them fought side by side, and as the dreams of their respective lives came more frequently, this particular partnership turned out to be a match made in heaven. Both showed a pragmatic nature, tempered by the remains of the morals that an eternity of conflict hadn't quite managed to stamp out. Both showed no patience for fools, and answered threats with overwhelming firepower. And both recognized each other as a fellow lost soul thrown into hell, and desperately trying to claw their way out.
All in all, it could have been a lot worse.
***
After seeing the explosion left by Caladbolg, Homura was hard-pressed to hide the envy in her gaze. Really, having such a thing against Walpurgisnacht would have made things SO much easier.
The smug smile her servant threw in her direction didn't help either.
***
"Wait, you can stop time?"
"Hmm."
Raising his bow toward the frozen familiars of Caster, Archer couldn't help but shake his head.
"Somehow, it feels like I'm cheating right now."
He was only answered by a hair flip.
***
Conventional weaponry was of limited use against a Servant.
Still, Archer couldn't quite stifle his laugh when twenty grenades went off in Lancer's face at the same time.
Being Lancer is suffering.
***
"... so her dagger can nullify any magical contract?"
"Yup."
Silence.
"... do you think it would be possible to make a quick trip to Mitakihara, have her follow, and..."
"Give it up, kid."
***
"So as I pray... Unlimited Blade Works!"
"... I still think it looks better with rocket launchers."
***
"Master, why the hell did you put that in your shield?!"
"The way I see it, throwing magic swords around is just asking for someone to pick one up."
"You DARE steal from the King? Your suffering shall serve as an example for future generations, mongrels!"
"Great, now he's mad."
***
In the end, it was all for naught.
The Grail, as it turned out, was no salvation. Just a pile of curses ready to set the world ablaze. Homura didn't know if she ought to laugh or to cry. Really, she should have known better than to place her hopes in a wish. Because that usually turned out so well. Somehow, she hoped the Incubator never heard about this thing. Contracts were bad enough without adding cursed wishes into the deal. Behind her, Archer silently stood, none too pleased about this issue either. Apparently, his days of labour in the service of Alaya were to continue for now. Maybe by traumatizing that idiot even more... Ah, better luck next time, he supposed.
Oh, who am I kidding? Damn E-rank luck.
Finally, Master and Servant exchanged a weary glance, knowing their time together was at an end. Despite the disappointing conclusion – understatement! - Homura refused to consider this loop an entire waste. At the very least, surviving this hellish event was an accomplishment in itself. And she had to admit... the novelty of fighting side by side with a partner had been welcome.
"Well, it's been interesting."
"Hmm."
They were out of time. Homura's shield clicked, while Archer began dissolving into motes of blue light. All they could do was exchange one last nod, knowing this was certainly the last time they'd see each other.
Both had yet another battlefield waiting for them.
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And Homura yoink's some of Gil's NPs.
Look, if he didn't want them to be taken he wouldn't have stopped them for anyone who could stop time to just pull them out one by one and stuff them into her bag.
One little typo.
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
Your omake is already better, IMO.