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War For the Damned
Chapter 6: First Contact
It soon became obvious to her how revolting the place she ended up is. Really, it was worse than a prison cell. Disturbingly so.
''Disturbingly uneventful.''
Being confined to a single space of a building, and a stupid basement at that, is not how she imagined to spend her time as an active participant of this war. She was a proud creature of knowledge, former sovereign, held an esteemed position that many could only dream of and other look up in awe or envy.
Also, she was a former detainee, a part of her past no matter how much she despised it. Such was when one decides to bow and try to please the lower animals. Oh, it's wonderful how they adore you at first, after solving their problems one of them being a salvation from becoming food source. It is all an illusion that wores out after a time. They respect you, but keep whispering in hushed, conspiratory tones once they think you are no longer listening.
They fear. They fear the power. And once when it becomes obvious how desperate it is, once the sheep stop seeing you as one of their own... Scorn, resentment, insults, glares and shouts of disdain... Being stripped of dignity...
Filthy half-wits... How dare they all?! Every good deed done to them forgotten overnight like it never was there in the first place. That is why you should not rely too much on others, neglect their opinion, the inferior minds of man-animals...
One of the valuable lessons life has taught her; Never bow to those undeserving. Don't attempt any acts of kindness, it won't do you any good in the future. The only thing waiting for you is betrayal, even by your own flesh and blood.
That is what the scarlet Caster, currently floating in the laboratory or her Master's Workshop carries as an implemented doctrine even in this afterlife of sorts. Well, among a few other things.
Speaking of that tadpole that dares call himself her superior. Hah! He could barely hold a candle! In her world, he would have passed as another second-rate wannabe. Nay, a third-rate. And this is the kind of management she found herself working under? Pitiful. Absolutely, sickeningly pitiful.
The current Age of Man, as she found out its name in one of the useful books provided to her, is but a shadow of once a greater era. Deteriorating, dwindling. Six billion ants walking day and night, maybe one percent having any contact or lore on magic. And even then, most are just drifting, spending time on mundane things. She might as well been considered as one of their ancient Gods of the past here. Or, Goddess, to be more gender accurate.
Slowly closing another book and putting it in its proper place, Caster let her gaze wander around her Master's (Ugh!) lab. Well, it may as well been called her lab. The fool only ever came once a week, mostly sending one of the serfs to bring him a report on the progress.
If her estimation is on spot, he should arrive pretty soon in three, two, one... *DING* Ah, there he is. Lo and behold, Atrum Galliasta, in all his glory has come.
''Oh Master,'' Caster turns to him with faux confused expression, ''whatever prompted this unscheduled visit?''
The tanned man at first didn't register her, instead swept his eyes at the modifications he has not seen last time. ''I believe it is my right to come down here whenever I damn well please. Or are you implying otherwise?'' Did he sound malcontent, the stark contrast of when he first made a contract with his Servant.
Caster blinked, a perfect picture of blamelessness on her face. ''Most certainly not, we have an agreement after all. I was merely expressing surprise, Master.''
Surprise or not, the man didn't seem to mull over her excuse to much as he swept his gaze, again, at the room. It had gradually changed since he last visited, something he failed to notice at first. ''What is that?''
''I believe the universal term would be 'vat'. We use it for-''
A twitch. ''Yes, I know the meaning, I was asking why is that thing here? And what exactly have you done to my workshop?'' He did not yell, he did not scream, but each time he forced a word it came out more and more strained. The intensity of a pressure overloading a chimerical container. Container that is ready to burst if another party added a tiny ounce of stress.
The scarlet woman knew that. The blonde not so much aware than his body natural reaction sending him sings to cool down. As usual, most of us barely ever listen to our body's warnings.
Now, how much more can he take? ''If I may be so bold to remind you, Master. You gave me permission over supervising the operations concerning this workshop. Your exact words, and I quote, were; 'From now on, you will follow Caster's instructions in the Workshop, her words second to mine only!' End of quote.'' Had she wanted, she could have imitated the same voice, but something about having to mimic the sound of a rodent would leave a very bad taste in her mouth.
Such a travesty could only be cleansed by repetitious oral hygiene until the ends of time. Frankly, that was quite a large measure it sends lesser minds into nauseating vertigo.
The fateful ounce was added to a mix. Torrents of foul mood would be spilled upon this very place several feet underground, sullying a pristine clean room that some modern hospitals will go green from envy.
Mouths open, ready to snap...
~RRRIIINNGG~
''...?'' Caster was now genuinely startled. Before the Magus playing the part of her Master could even break the first syllable and thus continuing this semi-amusing tirade that she could burrow him under like nothing, something rudely interrupted them. Which apparently came from him, if her hearing wasn't fooling her. That has yet to happen.
Quickly patting his trousers back pockets, the tanned man pulled the portable communicating device known to most as 'mobile phone'. True, many magi still look down upon the modern technology, but these things were rather nifty to carry around. Especially for the tasks he needs to be done and negotiate from far, far away.
And the fact that his family is rather new to the Association...
Clearing his throat, he pressed the answer button and set it against his ear. Marvelous how the signal reaches two stories beneath the surface. ''Yes?''
While the conversation took place, Caster was once again ignored. She was fine with that, though. The less he sniffed around, the better. Curious invention by the way. Maybe there was something alike from her old home, but probably with a bit different working principles. ''Ah, I never had a need for that... Hm?''
''What do you mean the delivery is coming today?!'' Whatever it was, Atrum had his temper diverted to whoever was on the other line. ''Why haven't I been noted of this, you muckspout?'' Upon being given a reason, his skin gained a healthy sheen of red around neck and ears. ''Storms? What storms? Listen well now, I don't care if someone's grandma dropped from the roof, this is the violation of our terms.''
...
More gibberish that only a selected few could hear. ''Oh well, I guess I will have to return it first class. Maybe next time, you actually grow a brain cell and notify me ahead of schedule, as is what any proper man of trade would do.'' Shifting his weight on the right leg he ever so casually leaned on the railing near the main controls. ''Oh, is that right? Do tell...'' The expression did a vertical switch, with his mouth shifting slowly to an beatifical smile. ''...When you put it like that, we are businessmen. Thirty-three percent.''
A momentary default. ''You don't seem to understand how things stand here. I pay for the goods, you deliver. And since you failed so spectacularly in that aspect, the other major contributing party, that being me, makes the final call. The ball is in your court, friend. Either take it or leave it.''
...
At the end, with a convincing threat of pay cut at risk, the other side conceded defeat in negotiations.
''Now how hard was that? The sum will be payed by proxy at the established date. Watch yourself next time, there are lot of others who'd gladly step in on your position.'' Without any form of farewells, he hung up. ''Incompetence at every corner, I swear...'' He sighed remorsefully. With this bump on the road one can wonder how he gets by with all nincompoop surrounding him.
Caster dared not to wake him from stray thoughts. No matter how lovely, or pleasing to the eyes she appears, the familiar with specialties in magic are not to be trusted lightly. She might be a fellow magus who can see thing in a similar manner like the rest from the field of work, but the more he thought about it the more he started coming to conclusions that under that smile and pretty curves lies a greater beast. Lying, waiting to pounce...
''Typical woman...'' Still, he is a Mater, and damn proud that the Grail chose him of the seven worthy for a true wish. ''Say Caster,'' he spoke not locking eyes, with a placated tone this time, ''perhaps I failed to grasp what a Servant truly is.''
She was slightly addled by the change of pace from the beginning, yet she indulged in the tempo of the new exchange. ''What shall you do then, about the newest discovery?'' His casual demeanor and that he started to examine his hand where the Command Seals made her confusion move to apprehension. That was likely the only leverage that all of these so called Mages have over the beings each possessing unique skills that are higher plane for these squishy humans.
Atrum chuckled loudly at her inquiry. ''The call I have just received is one concerning the impeller of our little base here.'' Sighing languidly, he finally looked at the mass of magical energy in shape of the floating woman. ''You see, the materials are due to arrive today around five, at sun-fall. However, my supplier had the punctuality of a one-legged cripple. Now I barely managed to save my dignity from that money hog, yet as thing stand I have no means of arranging a transport in such short notice.''
On that how obvious his insinuation is, Caster decided to remain quiet for the second time, suppressing the annoyance from her face.
''...And so for the greater good of our partnership and my project, I will have to ask you to, shall we say, fetch the package.'' Plain and simple he was telling, no, practically demanding of her to be a delivery service for the day.
Untucking her legs, the crimson haired Servant of Magic 'stood' at full attention. ''Should I assume that other Servants are not active as of yet?'' Among numerous factors that could cause something that would be walk in a park in most normal cases to evolve into a duel for life and death. This is war, scale and size notwithstanding.
''Fighting is reserved for late night, yes. Although I wouldn't put it pass some lesser scavengers... Hmmm. The important thing is your timing. No dawdling around, no lingering for long sightseeing. The ship belongs to Mitsui O.S.K. Lines transport company, you can hardly miss it. The container holding our materials has a Bounded Field on it. Nothing fancy, only to discourage curious bystanders.'' At one point of giving instructions, he walked closer to the latest control panel decorating the central mainframe of his device, just barely brushing with Caster.
''I trust that Servant with your status would have no problem in completing the task?'' The half-breed Magus inquired.
Caster eyed his back for a brief moment. For that brief moment, it would be a meager task to bring the fool to his knees. A flick of her hand, an incantation of a spell and he will be begging and crying for mercy. ''Not yet.'' She reminded herself, there are more pieces that have to fall in place. And the competition. At this rate with no direct participation in the War, as per her Master's decision, she would be put in severe disadvantage against whichever foe was summoned to fight.
Not that she has no faith in her own magical competence. You don't get to be called High Enchantress or Crimson Despair in past life for being a dunce-level rookie. Yes, for now she'll wait and bide her time. Half the plan involves this house and is already finished.
''Why, I would be honoured to. By your leave, Master.'' Taking no heed if he bothered to acknowledge her, Caster vanished in a flurry of sparkling mist, leaving to the top.
Now that he had the house for himself for a while, the skip-jack Magus went about to survey the extent of the damage to the previous lab. The changes for any casual eye would be cosmetic, six tubes were replaced by a giant one, almost more than half his size. Space was increased by a small margin, probably a higher ranking spell. The compartment where the raw materials were stored was nearly depleted with about ten bodies limply hanging and waiting to be processed.
''Blast.'' He muttered angrily and slammed his fist at the glass of the tall tube. Turns out, the stuff was so much more durable that even his fist which didn't have the intention to smash, suffered the recoil several degrees higher than it should. ''Fuck, fuck, fuck...!''
''...''
The lone serf was treated to a view the employer staggering back with cacophony of identical curses flying from his mouth. Not all were in English.
''What are you starring at?! Go get some dinner ready!'' The man pointed at the door with his unhurt hand while its counterpart is being cradled close to his chest, the stinging sensation yet to subside. ''That damn woman...''
On the surface of the coppery coloured, two story house a woman with flowing hair materialized. Before taking a deep breath of air she turned to the house in wonder. ''It's like I missed something entertaining... Ah, well.'' Upon her first inspection of the area they were in, she was not impressed. It might look rich, classy and decorated on the inside, but on the outside it was fairly... drab. Likely the renovations is not what all that money he bragged about went on.
Eyes can only tell you so much. ''Let us see what we are dealing with here.'' Closing her brown orbs, Caster kneeled and pressed her hand on the damp soil. Unlike detecting, she was simply sending small pulses of her vast pool throughout the ground. Immediately, the nature responded as an engraved flashing image went into her mind eye. Observation one; this place had well placed lay-lines, the strongest concentration pointing west from her position to a smaller mountain.
Two said that there were three other focal points, but not as nearly as outstanding as the one upon the higher ground. The closest one at the north-east... Was that some kind of temple for worshiping? So even they have their idols.
With the scanning done, Caster didn't see a point in further investigation for now. The sun was slowly setting at the horizon, and she had a place to be. Stepping out of the courtyard through a horribly creaking gate she walked straight up north where the docks are. ''Noise dampening and suggestive. We will have to change that in the meantime.''
Stopping abruptly she looked down at her choice of attire. It is somewhat tempting, as it was the purpose, but having one too many eyes in this current setting would not do. The alternative version was no better either. ''Mh, I can always enchant a sewing set...'' She mumbled in thought, but quickly stifled the clothing notion. ''Oh goodness sake Irene, worry about fashion later.''
For efficiency and appearance sake, she will have to make do by traveling in spiritual form. No matter how displeasing that made her feel. Levitating and flying is one thing, but not being able to have a grasp on any of your limbs nor feel the breeze is strange and kind of off-putting sensation even for her.
''Alright, I am definitely getting more clothes at some point. For their sake, they better have wide array of cute things...''
XxX
It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis. It wasn't hypnosis.
'It's all about persuasive conviction.' Is what she said.
How is that not a hypnosis? It was a conjecture that flowed through his head like a never-ending mantra lately. Saber watched as a pair of sailors rushed pass him in preparations for anchoring sequence. They barely took any note of him, one giving him a small wave which the redhead returned out of common courtesy.
How did it come to be like this again?
Hypnosis that commander adamantly insisted wasn't a hypnosis. She told him that she lacks any magecraft related abilities, simply having what the Lord bestowed on her... Or that's how much he understood when she tends to speak of the Christian deity. Personally, for him it held little to no value who people choose to worship. In his past life he has seen, heard, witnessed many cases related to religion.
No matter the era, humans still find themselves bowing and respecting to whatever patron figure that came about from their ancestors so on and so forth. And that is fine with Saber. If they wish to worship animal statues, or nameless God, it's their right. However, should a dispute caused by religion happen to come upon his path, then there will be problems. Big problems.
''Small blessing that my current partner, a devoutly pious person, is understandably forthcoming.'' Saber's mouth tugged a small grin that he hoped wouldn't be seen by Jeanne. Despite the verity of that fact, she never once tried to force her religious beliefs and teachings upon him. For his tendency to cuss, well that was another story.
While not believing in any godly figures, Jeanne once wondered if he is indeed from ancient Roman or Greek period by the penchant to sometimes mention figures like Jupiter or Hades in his bad language. Saber stared at her for long seconds before killing the idea with an amused snort and a negative answer. Couldn't be further from truth. Though, secretly, he wouldn't mind meeting any of those great historical figures that legends mention. Some might prove a good sparring partners, if they were anything like the people he used to know...
''Used to, huh?'' Sighing gently, he gazed at the setting sun, the star beginning its slow descent beneath the sea level. ''If only you were here to witness myself in this form...'' The words flew to the wind as the speed of gust increased and blew harder against his worn out overcoat, the lower temperatures at sea not bothering his internal heat in the least.
A second pair of feet was making its way to him and a friendly voice snapped the Servant of Sword from his musings. ''We are nearly there, Saber.'' She stated approaching her partner.
The taller of the two hummed. ''So it would seem. It was a long journey, but finally. I grew bored from all that fucking wandering.'' He saw the disapproving mode her face took when he let the small slip of tongue, and he merely rolled his eyes slightly. There was no harsh admonition behind it anyway.
''I shouldn't have expected anything less...'' The smaller blonde mumbled in minor disappointment. ''On the plus side, you brought us to our destination without much trouble. Without your guidance and company, I'm sure it would've been a dreary experience. So, thank you, Saber.'' She inclined her head, almost making a full bow to the red warrior.
Try as he might, he just had to let out a few chuckles at her behaviour. He was... nonplussed for the lack of a better word. ''Your gratitude is well received, Commander. But I have no doubt you would managed well absent my assistance.''
''Ne dis pas de bêtises! (Don't talk nonsense!)'' Ruler suddenly exclaimed louder than she intended. Carefully looking around, she mentally sighed no one was there to hear it. Saber held a raised eyebrow in wonderment. ''I am glad I was given someone like you as a companion. So, uhm, don't be stubborn and just allow me to properly thank you. Okay?''
Bringing his hand wide to a side as a 'what can you do' gesture, the gladiator accepted it with no complains. Even though he is sure she didn't have to make such a big deal out of it. ''Do you think other Servants are making their stand in the city?'' Saber directed the topic more close at home. Once they step into the city that was supposed to serve as a battlefield, most if not all pleasantries are off.
Jeanne frowned when thing took turn on the serious matters. Her expression slowly forming to match it. ''I cannot be too certain. From what I know, more Servants were summoned since I first came to be month ago.'' She looked at her feet in silent contemplation. ''But, our main concern is keeping the balance of the rules. And also...'' She hesitated for a moment, but didn't see the need to hide that particular worrisome detail, ''there might be something strange within the confines of the war. An anomaly... I, uhh, even I'm at the loss here.''
Ahh, so herein lies the real reason. ''That being the main motive for seeking aid.'' He reassured her further when her expression went to take a bit ashamed visage. ''I do not blame for action, nor am I dissatisfied with it. When facing the unknown in battle it is always good to have at least another fighter by your side. It was a strategically logical decision.'' Feeling the ship losing in speed, they both deduced the meaning of the arrival. ''We should move, then familiarize ourselves with the course of things.''
Seeing how that is their best option in an unfamiliar terrain, Jeanne nodded resolutely and the companions made their way to board out on their own. Being Servants, there's certainly no need for the conventional disembarkation.
It took Jeanne whole two seconds to notice that Saber has lagged behind by one of the shipping containers close to the edge of the transport deck. ''Saber? What is it?'' Turning back she spotted him examining the metal construct, his hand running across the surface.
He regarded her briefly and went back to what he was doing. ''This is... not right. Commander, there is a barrier of sorts placed upon this object.'' He analyzed. Not a leading expert on those kind of branches of magic, he can still detect it when everyday objects are tampered with paranormal. This huge metal box is one of them. They were aware that the ship mostly transports food, so why would anyone put a protective spell on food?
The reason can only be that there is something to hide. Something valuable to whoever did this, and it sure as hell wasn't so he can smuggle exotic fish specimens.
''You're right.'' The blonde Saint acknowledged after doing her own check. Not having any sort of connection to magecraft, it does present a challenge for her to detect these Magus tampered rigs. ''Perhaps we should ask the captain about the history o-... S-Saber?!'' Ruler exclaimed as her partner brought up a flame coated hand towards the front doors. ''Wait, Saber! You don't know what's inside!'' Let it be known that the man has a strong affinity to fire. Disturbingly so. If he makes any misstep, it could lead to a whole another level of catastrophe.
''Calm yourself.'' The fire-wielding Servant addressed her with no hesitance. ''I am adjusting the flames and heat for the task accordingly.'' In spite of appearance, he can be gentle when manipulating the magic that is familiar to him as breathing. ''The barrier probably makes detection impossible for normal humans. All I need is few seconds.''
''Still, you could have tried another way. Don't you have any tool stored for this kind of job? You know, something less flashy?'' Jeanne tried to persuade the determined man with alternatives, while at the same time standing near him to hide the usage of magic in plain sight.
Saber paused, but shrugged. ''I have nothing but armaments. And moreover,'' he smiled, truly smiled with mirth backing his face, ''this is less complicated.'' His hand was reaching, now mere centimeters away, the ingle in his hand stabilized at palm-point having the appearance of a glowing, molten ore.
In the process of physically stopping her partner, a round of ethereal giggles is what ultimately did the job for Jeanne. It did the trick, alright. But almost too well from what was intended at first.
''Naughty, naughty...'' A mysterious voice broke through the air. Distorted as it may seem, it carried the elegance and grace of the mannerliest of the court. Those like Jeanne, being of her humble roots, only heard from monarchs. And the fewer times Saber had the honour of hearing such voice could be counted on his fingers.
Another sensation befell the two impartial Servants. The unearthly air that seemed to wrap around the marine vessel, mainly the upper levels. Whoever was doing it, they took great enjoyment in watching the way it caused the red-blonde duo to tense. Their instincts warning them of the danger only the presence of those from the top of the pecking order bring.
''And here I expected things to be dull...'' It grew closer, clearer. The mass was shaping in the air above metal ground across the space of two alert travelers, until it took form and shape. ''...I must thank you for breaking the ceaseless cycle.''
From bottoms up, came the figure of the beautiful woman that Jeanne could honestly say it came from folk tales. Taller than average, flowing, waist-length crimson hair with two smaller braid to the side, unmarred cloth made from the finest thread and a face with sharp eyes holding the richest brown colour that can ever be found.
Everything coupled with the smirk that displayed both confidence and relaxedness that one can have in oneself. ''So tell me, what are your intentions with someone else's property?''
The smaller girl spoke first. ''Servant... Caster,'' it got no reaction but the widening of the woman's leer, ''I am the judge of the Fifth Holy Grail War, Ruler-class, Jeanne d'Arc. It is you who should answer questions first. What do the contents of this container mean to you?''
What an audacity from someone so young looking. Youngster should be really thought respect these days. Ruler-class? The eight Servant? It brought tons of new questions to this Caster. But first, she will allow herself to answer the girl, even if it was rude not to have hers answered first. ''That hideous contraption? It has absolutely no meaning for me. Yet, my benefactor claims ownership, and I was merely sent as an escort. Now, if you would be so kind to move aside girly, I have a deadline to meet.''
*CRASH*
''...!''
''...?''
The opposing females had two very different reactions to the noise. Caster was still standing leisurely, but now more than slightly interested in the figure that stood behind Ruler. She passed him as a grunt, nothing more than a muscle, but clearly competent to stand and take action with the barrier she recently erected.
He gave no outward reaction at what was inside as he opened the door to peek inside. Now that was intriguing, he must have the guts and experience enough. Not to mention the gall to completely ignore her presence, because Caster considered herself to have the aura not many can withstand so casually. ''What kind of a monster can... Oh? Oh my?! Aahhahahahahahah!'' Oh the irony was simply...
''What have you done with these children, witch?'' The addressing party was the polar opposite of the mood the scarlet Caster was in.
Jeanne looked over her shoulder, only to find a battle-clad Saber, his face despite calm outline of his tone was morphing into a hateful snarl. ''Children? What child-...?!'' There, further behind her partner, an opened door revealed the ugly truth. Dozen, no hundreds? All in similar condition of sickly pale skin, their frames unhealthily thin...
Caster held her arms in a faux-surrender fashion, her words came out even with giggling she tried so hard to put under control. ''Really? Do you think me capable of such cruel-...?''
''Answer the fucking question! What were you aiming to do with them?!'' The vivid Saber cut her off, his teeth bared in fury.
There is only so much rusticity she is willing to take these days. Unfortunately, this era proves no better time and time again. ''Before you start pointing fingers and throwing insults, little doggy, you should know that they are the property of another. It was done to them long before I knew of the plan. Their condition and state have nothing whatsoever to do with me. You might have reached the same conclusion yourself had you been listening from the start. Ahh, some thing never change even in afterlife...'' Caster finished with a blissful sigh.
The shocked Jeanne was brought out of her stupor to hear at least half of their exchange. The way they talked, traded insults, how this woman refers to Saber. ''Caster, just who are you to Saber?''
The other redhead now inspected the shorter girl in greater detail. Details like her stance, eyes, voice, and general facial expression can tell a lot about person. That is, only if one knows how and where to look. And from what Caster can gather in this short amount of time; soldier, peasantry, firm, not easily intimidated by gore, strong willed... Among the most prominent features. Combining that all and the outer appearance... ''Clearly a fetish of his.''
''There hardly is any point in what she has to offer.'' The flame-headed Saber grunted disapprovingly. Jeanne would be better off without anything this viper has to say.
Caster placed a hand over her heart, feigning hurt. ''Your words wound me deeply. But if you must know, little girl, me and your... 'companion' have a history together. Well, you might say I practically know everything about him.'' Tilting her head, she asked with honest curiosity. ''Did he not bother to tell you his past? Oh my, is that trouble in paradise I see?''
''Seize that tongue w-...'' Saber warned.
...Yet it went in the air as if never spoken. ''And you, doggy, to think you would change owners so quickly. Hmm, I can see some resemblance though, but whatever happened to h-...!''
The tension snapped, whatever loose thread used to hold civic conversation and keep altercation at bay. Around Saber, a whirl of energy seeped his form, his body at certain parts gave away violent light.
Jeanne, and Caster most likely, knew that a high-level attack was to be unleashed. A flick and a horned staff was in the scarlet woman's hand, the incantation rushing at the tip of her tongue.
And Saber on the other hand... ''Gladi-...!'' A Noble Phantasm to be released for the first time in the world. Parts would shift slowly, but for any other onlooker it was a speeding process taking only a second or two.
*BANG*
Spider-web cracks formed where the strike impacted the several layers thick, steely floor.
No, it wasn't the belligerent parties that were ready to duke it out showing no concern for the environment. ''ENOUGH!'' Ruler, with normally composed character even on the worst day, was royally pissed to the point she had to raise her voice like never before. ''IN THE NAME OF RULER, YOU WILL BOTH STAND DOWN THIS INSTANT!'' To further prove the point, a set of transparent wings, shining with reddish hue materialized behind her.
Any Servant, including those of frail mind, would immediately recognize the shape Command Spells. This wan not a little farm girl who dreamed of liberating her homeland, donning the armour int the year where it was thought laughable and absurd thing to do from a woman.
This person standing between the clashing Servants, was Ruler, the one with supreme oversight of the Fifth Holy Grail War. The one blessed with the highest authority of executing justice.
Two redheads were equally astounded that one stopped the revealing of his precious mystery and the other paused with her counter midway, breaking the spell and letting whatever gathered Prana to disperse. ''Now that is interesting.''
Clad in her own purple battle gear, Jeanne looked on both sides to confirm that there would be no dueling. She sighed internally, partially relieved as her eternal symbol stood tall, the flag beating against the ever present naval gust. ''Très bien. This is not the time nor a place. No fighting will take place without every Servant being summoned.'' It was a good excuse as any to alleviate the potential danger, true as it might be. ''Saber, you forget what our role is.'' Ruler chided with a disappointed frown directed to her partner.
Standing totally still as the gather energy for releasing one of his strongest attacks subsided, the taller male cast his eyes to her face. He could see it all practically yelling in his face. Stupid, stupid! He almost made a fool out of himself. ''Commander, I...''
''I will not hear it. We shall have more words later.'' She dismissed his attempt of explaining. Yes, they will most certainly will have a talk, for tht situation took a new turn.
Sniggering mockingly the ashamed man's way, Caster couldn't resist adding her input. ''How vulgar and utterly barbaric. You might want to put a leash or two at your tempestuous friend.''
The shorter girl turned sharply at the jeering sorceress, the inferno in her eyes increasing tenfold. ''As for you, Caster, know that I do not take kindly to ridiculing of my comrades.'' Behind her back, Saber closed his eyes and showed a grateful smile to her action. ''You are a Servant with the right to compete for a wish that Grail grants. But, know that this war has its rules and I am the judge. I will not tolerate any inappropriate conduct, that which includes using innocent children to further whatever cause you or your Master have in mind.''
Caster scoffed, but hid her staff in her inner belongings. ''What you suggest is, that I leave empty-handed from here with a warning of penalty.'' To think that she, a former ruler herself, was being given lecture and leeway by some teenage-looking lass. ''You are a bold one, I give you that.''
Considering her options it wasn't very likely that she can get pass two other Servants to get her way. ''Hmph, at the end of the day, it's not that big of a loss. No, this just might serve me rightly... Fufufu, yes indeed.'' Putting aside the newly developed idea, Caster straightened her hair with a flourish and turned to leave. ''Very well, keep the nestlings, they are your problem now.'' Seconds before she disappeared, the scarlet woman turned a last sneer at the familiar man. ''I do hope we meet each other again, Saber. Try not to die, pup.'' A final taunt and she was gone.
''Words fall from mouth like shit from arse.'' The other redhead directed his own unique response, knowing that the woman can hear it. Jeanne didn't bother this time. If not physically better to do it verbally. It was more harmless that way.
Invisible, Caster smirked viciously at sharp tongue. He hasn't changed much at all. He was always so much fun to mess around with. Perhaps she can make an exception for him, no she definitely would make one. But that is all for the future for now. The current her has to deal with a nerve wreck that was to bo her Master in a few hours. ''There is also that... You have my thanks for this little distraction.'' With her 'schedule' considerably relieved.
With the leaving of Caster the effects of special Bounded Field she formed was dwindling. The crew probably won't even remember what happened to them. Though there was one small problem...
The PA system sounded. ''We'll crash the docks!'' Likely the engine was still running while they were temporarily incapacitated, at slower speed yes, but the stone pier was now too close to comfort.
''Saber!'' It didn't take much more than a call to know his instructions.
''Understood! Take care of the sailors, Commander!'' They can have a profound discussion later. At the moment these people needed help from trouble the Servants caused. Time to make amends. He has never tried something like this before, holding off a ship that weighed thousands worth of beer-bellies. ''Let us put Strength parameters to a test!''
The estimated rank of A has to count for that much.
XxX
On any normal Sunday people usually choose to laze around, some that are considered slightly above on a 'workaholic' scale would be doing a light reviews and minor preps before facing that dreadful, upcoming Monday.
''Jeez Neko,'' a young highschooler huffed whilst walking toward his destination, ''why would a bar need chips anyway?'' Sure that Japan is famous for fish consumption, but there are places for eating and places for drinking. Since Copenhagen was the latter for ages there doesn't seem to be the point in shifting toward food catering.
But then again, he was no manager, but a hired part-timer at best. What went on in their heads about business direction, he had little say on the matter. He was just glad to help, even if the salary he receives is a bit exaggerated.
Yes, he was always there is there is lack of manpower. Especially at this period. Owners are kind, Neko's somewhat dual bossy nature. If only she would drop that silly nickname...
Overall, it was just another plain in the life of Shirou Emiya. Tomorrow is school, he already stacked the fridge with ingredients for the food-syphoning animal that is his unofficial caretaker. Even if it's the other way around with Taiga, but best not to tamper with a hungry beast's stomach too much. Good thing that Sakura would be there to help... ''Although she started leaving in hurry lately...'' True that, the violette had an impeccable order in which she comes and leaves, but Shirou signed it to duties to her own family. She does have a slightly bothersome brother and an old grandfather to support.
Checking the list, which was not much of a list, the copper-haired teen strolled to the port to meet the delivery of fresh fish for the bar. The amount was barely a trouble to carry and it could be bought at the store, but Neko told him that they have a deal with this guy and it gets them a discount. Then she told him never to reveal that to a soul with an all to happy face. Hotaruzuka and money, one of the things she was serious about. Disturbingly so.
So, when most hear a danger sirens coming from a place, they usually shrug and let the police handle the affair. Only this was coming from a harbour, and Shirou knew that it can only be one thing.
Accident was happening.
Lives might be in danger.
Lives were in danger.
There is a large number of those who would mostly stand by and watch things play out. Shirou Emiya was not among those accounted for. He wanted to be a Hero. A good Hero. And good Heroes help those in danger whenever they can and however they can.
Putting the scrunched paper in his pant pocket he ran. Ran as fast as his legs would allow. Even then he still tried to break the limit, because every second is precious. Every life that can be saved is precious.
''Run, Shirou, run!''
And he did so. Blood pumping, breathing intensified, his vision was narrow that he only had the harbour and the road in sight. Nothing else mattered than getting there first.
Not the blonde in black leather clothes that was leaning on a tree and watching with mild interest as a high-class born watching a theater play.
Not the above than average tall man that seemed to need a hairdo from the rat's nest that took residence on his head.
Or a strangely large dragonfly that apparently has teeth and looked as if it came out of the low-budget sci-fi movie about monsters.
Shirou payed none of those oddities any sort of heed. He dashed pass the gate, ignoring the disgruntled shouts of gatekeeper. He was a man with a mission, he wouldn't let other people stop them. The training was paying off quite nicely. He will have to up the pace again.
A Hero has reached his goal, now what was left is to find that which caused wide panic. His eyes, keen from previous archery activities, caught the sight of a ship heading on the unnatural course. It was going to hit a jetty the way it was wrongly positioned!
What did Shirou know about large ships again? Maybe this wasn't such a great idea... No, no, NO! He made a promise to old man on his dying breath, that he would protect people, be the Hero of Justice. If he took a piss now, what good were his words back then?! One thing Shirou never wanted to be know about, is being a liar or failing to keep up the promise.
So he did a thing befitting a valiant hero. He ran to the impact zone where the heat of the action is, of course! His knowledge as a Magus better pull all the stops, because here was a mother of all challenges right now!
Shirou Emiya would die in a ninety-nine point nine percent of any scenarios here. (Un)Fortunately in this instance, fortune rather picked a good day to favour the bold(foolish).
The concrete cracked under an enormous pressure the man was putting between him and a a thousands of horsepower pushing in the opposite, non-favourable way. His way. ''Fuuccckkk the JJJupiterrr! You will cease moving!'' No matter how much power the man exerted, the damned thing wouldn't back off! If this continues, both the hull and the pier would be crushed from the opposing force.
Trying to push the vessel would bore no favourable outcome. In that case... ''Fine! Then I will force you where no obstacles lie!'' The armoured man, slid one foot against the edge of the docking masonry and put his pauldron against the ship's front. With a might heave and another for good measure, the vehicle turned its prow towards opened terrain. ''Commander, they need to shut the power!'' He shouted to someone aboard the deck.
A mane of gold held beautifully in the braid, with a purple ribbon to match the attire and eyes poked its head a minute latter. ''WE DID IT!'' And flashed thumbs-up as a reassurance.
And indeed, the mighty engine quieted down, and the ship moved no more than a couple of meters, now still as a stone. With the outer layer dented in a few places but safe and sound.
Shirou stood there. He just stood watching the man do a Herculean job. The hero might even envy him on the job well done. He stood there baffled, bewildered, wonder-stricken... And overly empty feeling how he couldn't contribute with anything to help. ''Just who are you people?'' Intentionally or not, it flew out of his mouth.
Despite tone-suppressed utterment, the man obviously heard them alright. And just now noticed that he had an unwanted audience, if judging how his eyes quickly narrowed at Shirou. They were red, not quite blood red yet neither maroon. Simply a properly balanced spectrum. Right then and there, the boy stared at the man, and knew that this person was dangerous. How can someone who pushes away the several tons and not seem to gasp for air from the effort not be?
As a male who indulges training for being a hero on a set basis, it made Shirou wonder what else is he capable of? A tiny voice in the back of his head did a comparison based on what he just saw. The results were not encouraging for the teen.
''Witness...'' One feat after the other, as the tall redhead closed the distance separating them in an instance that Shirou hadn't managed to blink.
A blink.
''Ah, there it was...'' Something weird was on his neck... Oh, a hand. A hand that was about to clamp around his neck and break it like a twig!
''Saber!''
''GUH...!'' Saber? Strange. Why would anyone name a guy after a weapon?
Both heads turned simultaneously to the source of the noise. ''Commander.'' The man acknowledged the person in a violet dress. ''It appears we had a spectator. I have him incapacitated. How shall we proceed?''
Funny how he says that and yet the grip on him is almost nonexistent for someone who just pushed away a ship of several tones. Wait, the grip was practically none! Shirou Emiya did a thing any (un)reasonable person would do in his current predicament. He fought with all he got!
For all his guts and courage displayed he was rewarded with a hit that made him question the number of constellations in the night sky. Back to square one.
''Mon Dieu, Saber, you'll kill the poor boy at this rate. Release him.'' That's right, you big muscle-headed ruffian. Listen to the voice of reason.
Shirou landed on his butt. Hard. When did the guy picked him up? Oh, right, the dizziness coupled with a stars on his mini astro-trip dulled his senses of orientation. It was slowly coming back, thankfully. And thank whoever the bearer of that kind voice was. ''Augh...'' Shirou blinked for the umpteenth time today, and hopefully not the last one either. The picture cleared, and his saviour was kneeling and holding his head, checking for any apparent injuries. She was also his age and very close. And... and not lacking in the beauty department. What does a man do in when a cute, albeit unknown, girl checks on him with focus?
Or in this case, particularly, what would a healthy, hormonal teenager like Shirou Emiya do?
''Ahhhh!''
Well, the sad reality is, that he backs away like a scared hermit crab.
And bumping into something hard, and metallic. Dock are flat, right? Dare a glance up and meet the flat face of a man that made an attempt at his life a good few minutes beforehand. ''Do we dispose of him?''
Dispose? Why 'dispose' of all things?! You 'dispose' of garbage, trash and that sort of thing, not living, breathing people! Then in short amount of time Shirou realized that instead of saving other lives, he now has his own life in the balance. He didn't want to die. Not like this...
''There would be no need for that.'' Pretty girl to the rescue! ''Forgive my partner's crudeness, Monsieur. Uhm, he means well. Right, Saber?''
''Disposal does not always correlates as 'death', I was...'' An exasperated sigh followed, and the man snorted with his arms crossed. ''Alright, I yield this battle. Serves me for trying humor...'' He said, toning down the last part.
''H-Humor...'' Shirou found himself stuttering out the word, as if the man will make him doubt it for the rest of his young life.
Another sigh at Saber's attempt. That would require further practice and refinement to reach acceptable levels in the crowds. ''That aside,'' she paused to pull the reluctant and still confused boy up, ''we must part ways here. Again, forgive us for giving you any grievance.'' She said while patting Shirou of what little dirt caught his clothes.
The youngest redhead moved out of the arms range of two, scratching his neck in nervousness. ''I, uhh, it's nothing, I think. But seriously, who are you? You're not normal folk...'' The one referred as Saber remained neutral, while the girl frowned with a weird face. Oh boy, he didn't mean any offense at that comment. Better salvage what he can. ''That is, uh, not like everyday people, uhhhm...'' Nice going Shirou, why not tell them they look like some costumed group from middle-ages? ''... Are you human?''
''Eh? Shouldn't you know that? You are a ... a ...'' ''Ohh dear, he is completely oblivious isn't he? Perhaps it hasn't manifested properly. Still...'' This was a dilemma that Jeanne found herself in a tricky position. On one hand, she mustn't directly aid participants or even meddle before the war even truly started. What were the odds of meeting this person, who seems innocent to what is about to happen in a day or so. Yet he is one of the seven chosen...
''We have to leave, Commander.'' Saber butted in, pointing that humans will converge to the scene. They didn't need that. And why was Jeanne even bothering with this one?
Heeding her partners advice, the blonde Saint quickly rounded on the boy for parting words. ''That we do. Listen to me closely, garçon, in the next days you must stay vigilant. Keep your eyes wide open to anything suspicious, when the time comes you will know.'' Taking him firmly by shoulders, Jeanne used her conviction to reaffirm the stance. ''Promise?''
''I-I promise, yeah.'' Shirou mumbled out in rapid succession, light pink on his cheeks, but feeling the sudden surge of resolution taking over his conviction.
Ruler nodded in satisfaction. ''Good. Watch yourself... uhh-?''
''Emiya Shirou.'' He supplied where she left off.
''-Emiyashirou.'' These Japanese have interestingly long names. ''I hope you survive to see the end. Bonne chance!''
''Wait, what do you...?!'' Like a snow flurries in the wind they both vanished, leaving no traces of ever being here in the first place. Survive? End? His head was busy processing all this new input his brain told him made absolutely no sense. This was, magic like old man told him stories about, wasn't it? ''It has to be. I have to get to the bottom of this!''
With new determination brewing inside, the Hero has set himself on the path of fulfillment.
XxX
''Hmmm...''
''Have you seen it?'' The dark robed man asked his company, carefully eying the mood he was currently in. So far it was disinterest and nonchalance. He was somewhere in the gray zone.
His company looked like any regular citizen of the nation, though with extravagantly expensive tastes. ''Hogwash... Nothing but fleeting few moments of laborious waste. You know well how I dislike 'fleeting', do you Kirei?''
Kirei chuckled, but it was a hollow sound lacking any real joy. ''The appearance of Servants has failed to keep your attention, my king? I find it odd that two Servants so different are working together. It may prove to be an interesting war after all.''
The king, whose own appearance seemingly lacked imperfection clicked his tongue lightly. ''There is only one whom I regard as worthy of my notice. The rest are mere paupers and curs to be cut down for challenging the king's authority.'' He turned to leave, seeing as how nothing eye-catching is left. ''I tire of this pointless 'parade'. See to your duties, the king shall venture back to his quarters.'' In golden sparkles he left the priest.
''Of course, my liege.'' Kirei said to no one in particular, for even when absent, Gilgamesh demanded the very air and ground he occupied shown respect. Well, maybe not, but so far it has Kirei in his good graces, and ih wishes to see this Fifth War through he should not sway from it too much.
But now, duty calls. Someone was bound to witness something. And as an overseer it is his duty to keep the phenomenons such as this one in the boundaries away from nosy muggle's minds. A buzzing was heard in a distance, and the priest might have not picked it had he been any lesser man. ''You were watching too, worm?'' If there was one thing he can say that disgusts and repels him on every level was decrepit old Magus-thing that was Zouken Matou. Not only because of the mans vile nature, but his methods as well.
Kirei cared for people. How utterly bizarre that might sound, he did care for others. And unlike selfish creature that was Zouken, who preferred to work in the damp darkness of his house, plotting, grasping for any straws that would make his name not forgotten by history. ''Pathetic.'' Was one of many adjectives he would use, feeling that, in spite of not having a genuine heart anymore, grateful that he is not Zouken Matou.
A slip of eagerness passed through the cracks at the prospect of the new development. Whoever these two new faces were, they are bound to bring great amusement to this conflict. Kirei welcomed it with open arms. Yes, he would watch and take pleasure in the days to come.
XxX
Desperation. It was clawing at her being like a plague, a disease of foulest bacteria wishing to feed on flesh. Yet she would not allow it. For even in the strifest of times, she must remain staunch. A beacon hope, a true example of honour and pride. One ideal king.
Unblemished and unmarred by the taint others would send her way. Not her friend's betrayal, not the plottings of her kin, and definitely not That Man's cowardice.
It was within the reach, one single step and the salvation to her people would be achieved.
But no, the disruption came from the place she least expected. Not the enemy, but her own Master.
Yet she will not have it so! The will of King Arthur Pendragon, long-lasting, shall forever remain true until that what must be is finally within the grasp. A true miracle.
How does one plan to achieve that?
''By my sword and chivalry, I will trounce whoever dares stand on my path!''
This one is assertive. When met with failure last time, how will one manage now?
...
''By fighting to my last breath, until my arms are unable to swing, my legs are unable to move, my mouth able to draw another breath.''
One shows hesitance. Why would the King of Knights be any different in this setting?
''I...-''
Or another?
''I d...-''
Or another?
''That is...-''
Or another?
''Stop tha...-''
Or another?
''I demand you-...!''
OR ANOTHER?
''...!''
'ThE KinG doeS nOt UndeRSTanD The heArTs Of HiS peoPLe.'
''Those words...''
What do you want?
''... For my people... my homeland... the Grail will...''
'The kiNg DoEs nOt MAke oFfeRinRs. THe NaTIon AnD THE pEoPle, oFFeR tHeMSElVes tO tHe kInG. NOt THe rEVerSe.'
''That same voice, why-...?''
'We are heroes because we are tyrants. However,if a king regrets their rule or its conclusion, that king is nothing but a fool. Even worse than a tyrant.'
''No, I have never... I have lived and ruled as...''
'That is not how a person, a king should live.'
''What ar...-''
'A king without greed is even worse than a figurehead! You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr's thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I'm certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.'
''Stop it...!''
'You saved them, but you never led them. You never showed them what a king should be. You abandoned your men when they lost their way.'
''I did what was right as a kin-...!''
'Thus, you are no true king!'
''I AM THEIR-...!''
'YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A LITTLE GIRL! ENRAPTURED BY A FALSE IDOL OF THE KING WHO SERVES OTHERS, BUT NOT THEMSELVES!'
''I am... I-I am... all by myself...''
What is your greatest desire?
''To save... Britain.''
How will you accomplish that?
''Win-Winning the Holy Grail.''
By any means necessary?
''By ANY means NECESSARY!''
Take hold of your greatest treasures. With the greatest power of the Britain's sovereign, stand tall, march forward! The contest of champions once again calls your name! Joust into battle! Demonstrate the true power of one legendary King of Knights!
And she did so without second thought.
It was darker than she expected it to be. Was it night? No, a chamber.
''And it reeks of decay.''
A girl no more than sixteen stood in front of her. She looks so, so lifeless. Like a doll with only specific purpose and nothing else. Still, she was a knight, a professional first and foremost... ''I came in response to your summoning. I am your Servant and I ask of you... Are you my Master?''
Nothing. The same distant gaze stared at the helmet of the armoured knight. When she meant to ask again there was a flicker, a brief reply and understanding. The girl seemed to struggle to find the right words, but they soon died in her throat as a new figure stepped from the shadows.
''I am your Master. We are going to have one helluva time together.''
Arrogant, weak, spineless thing talked to her. It leered at her entire frame like a greedy child who has stumbled upon something new and shiny. Akin to a spoiled child he lacked any semblance of being well-mannered and would throw a fit upon receiving the 'no' as an answer.
Fantastic. Just whose roof would she have to stay under this time?
Whoever said that more power comes scot-free?
Have a pleasant time playing the honorable saviour knight-...
-Servant Rider.
Here you go, a new plot twist! I'll be brief here and say; good luck in trying to put all the pieces together... Because even I am not that sure!
Fifth Holy Grail War in a myriad of many possible scenarios. Comments, reviews, PMs are all acceptable and welcome. I take favs and follows as well! Anything goes!
Boy, am I feeling cheery as of late. Must be something about that blue bloody moon? Hmm, maybe eggheads are on to something there...
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