The Masters' Trials
Two weeks had passed since Koleen's awakening, and by then more sections of Chaldea had been cleared and powered. Now in addition to the sections that were back online, the rest of the dorms had electricity and running water connecting them. The gymnasium and library, alongside a couple of the break rooms were back, so was the security room. There were still large sections completely cut off, but Chaldea was making its way through the rubble. And even better news that spread throughout the complex was the awakening for a few more people. Another Master Candidate, still bedridden, and two members of the crew joining the ones before them. And thanks to the availability of more rooms, the bedridden and unconscious have been spread out, giving each of them and the healers more room to work with.
"Gotta say, lass. Didn't expect you to be so familiar with primeval runes." Cú Chulainn said inside a still dilapidated room that had only been recently cleared. An empty workshop that no one took.
Now it was being used by him and Ayako, as the Celtic Druid looked through Ayako's runes and spells. "Mom used to have three, though I wasn't born yet when she had them." Ayako said as she traced a few runes in the air.
The Celtic Druid scrutinized her form, his red eyes squinting at her work. "Not bad. Actually, for a modern magus, it's excellent."
"I don't consider myself a magus." She said with a dismissing wave.
He chuckled amusedly at her comment. "I guess that's unsurprising. You said your mom used to have 'em. What happened?"
"My aunt destroyed them, from what they told me." She said with an unconcerned shrug.
The Druid's mouth hung open, unbelieving the words that had just left the Puppeteer's lips. "Why would she do that?"
"They didn't like each other back then." She said, actually looking ashamed for once.
Cú Chulainn sighed tiredly, shaking his head at the reality. "Women and their grudges."
Ayako giggled, understanding the plight of the tall Servant. "Don't let my mom hear that, she'll kick your ass. Servant or not."
"Lass, I've had to deal with Scáthach growin' up. I'm sure your mother's tolerable." He said, tapping his staff on the floor as he also traced a rune in the air, repeating hers.
"Can you teach me those primeval runes?" she asked, sounding somewhat hopeful.
He shook his head. "Our brand of runic thaumaturgy is too different. If Teach ever gets summoned, though, I'll convince her to teach it to ya."
"Thanks, Cú Chulainn. You're the best." She said with an appreciative smile.
"You say that to all the Casters." He said back with a raised brow.
"Hehehe, yeah. That's true." She said with a giggle, not bothering to deny that statement.
"Is there a particular reason why you like us Casters so much?" he asked the question people have been wondering ever since Singularity F.
Unexpectedly to him, her face darkened, contorting into some kind of frown. "The Clock Tower is filled with arrogant fools who take too much pride in their withering lineage. They scoff and spit at the prospect of people who are better than them, where instead of opting to learn from, they choose to lord over their fragility with some thin rope that binds the Heroic Spirit."
"It does make sense." he sat himself on a large piece of the wall that hadn't been cleaned yet. "You seemed to be real eager to learn from the Greek Caster and I."
"There's a lot we can learn from the past, to improve our future." She said with more conviction than she had mustered before.
"Like that weapon of yours." He commented, getting an acknowledged nod from Ayako.
"I've heard from, other heretics, that soon any semblance of mystery will soon be gone. But, the rest of humanity will have had developed to embrace the stars." She said, looking vaguely upwards.
The Druid chuckled as he leaned on his knees. "And thanks to your method of living, you might actually get to see it."
"I don't know about that. We'll see." She sounded unsure of herself. "It's not true immortality."
"Well, we've chitchatted enough as it is. Show me more."
"Yes Sir!"
"Do we really have to do this?" Ritsuka asked with great hesitance, as he aimed his hand with a spell primed.
"Yes, Ritsuka. It is greatly needed. And Mash of all people is the best target for this." Medea said, her hood drawn down to reveal her face. She floated just a good distance from the male Master, slowly approaching the Demi-Servant that stood opposite of him.
"Don't worry, Senpai. I can take this." She said to try and reassure him, currently decked out in her Servant form with her shield at the ready.
He looked to Mash, still hesitating, before he closed his eyes and drew in a lungful of air. When he breathed it out, his eyes met the shield, and he aimed his hand at her. "Gandr!"
As his magic circuits lit up, weak as they may be, an orb of black and red formed at the tip of his fingers. It pulsed once, before it launched itself from him, and striking the shield head on. The curse spread through the surface, before it dissipated, with Mash none the worse from it. Contrasting her, Ritsuka was now breathless, holding himself with his hands on his knees. Medea approached the Master with a calculating look in her eyes.
"How often do you exercise?" she asked him, waiting for him to stand back up.
"Not often enough… apparently." He said in between breaths, slowly pushing himself back up. "That was way heavier than that healing spell."
"Unsurprising. We are giving you a crash course." She said, shaking her head. "We need to remedy this. The gymnasium is operational, yes?"
"Uh, I think so?" he answered as Mash rejoined them.
"Then you will exercise, at least 2 hours a day." She told him. "Having a healthy body will help your stamina in the long run."
"Yes, Medea-san. Thank you." He said.
"Thank you for helping us, Medea." Mash also offered her gratitude, bowing to the Caster.
"Think nothing of it. He is one of our Masters, and he'd also need to be able to handle himself when the time comes and we are not there for him." She said to the younger girl.
"It really is incredible, how you can so adeptly teach him mysteries that are not part of your repertoire." The familiar voice of Doctor Roman echoed in the still messy room, approaching the group with his usual getup. "You are probably one of the best magi to have ever existed, Medea. No, scratch that. You are easily top 5, besting even actual magicians." He said with absolutely certainty.
The Servant turned and eyed the Doctor, silently measuring him, but she ultimately accepted his compliment. "Modern humans wouldn't even be able to comprehend the magecraft of the Age of Gods, so I adapted."
"And that alone is a testament to your skill." He said as Mash helped Ritsuka out of the room, the Demi-Servant returning to her Chaldean uniform. "How is he faring?"
"Better. He is taking after my lessons well." She answered, floating down to the floor. She wasn't exactly short, especially compared to the people from her age, but the average modern human almost towered over her. She had to look up to meet the Doctor's gaze. "I give him around a year in estimate, until he no longer needs a guiding hand."
He visibly cringed at the number. "I do not look forward to a whole year of this."
"Unfortunately, the odds are stacked against us, Doctor." She said with no ill will. "Have you determined the exact date yet?"
"Almost. I think we are off by about a hundred years, give or take." He sighed heavily, his free hand reaching for the back of his neck. "We have to be precise in our calculations for this."
She gave him an acknowledging nod. "As it should be. The fate of the Human Order is in our hands, after all."
He sighed again, sounding even more tired than the last one. "How do you rate our chances?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, crossing an arm over her chest and a hand on her cheek. "There are too many aspects of this that we do not know of. The only thing we have, is that that Professor is not human, and he answers to someone far more powerful."
"You're right. We are missing too many variables." He looked around the room, a cleared out conference room that was used for a more practical lesson for Ritsuka. "Thanks again for helping out. Beyond just accompanying the Masters in the Singularities."
At this, she smiled, a smile that did not befit her for what she was remembered. "Do not worry, Doctor. I'm more than happy to help."
A certain pink eyed blonde was stirring a boiling pot inside a dimly lit room, brewing another concoction that glowed a blood red, its contents deadly to a mundane human. She left the cauldron for a few seconds, moving to her cluttered desk to pick up a reagent they had acquired in the last supply run. She wasn't close to the conflict, it was Ayako and Elizabeth that dealt with it, but she got to keep what was left behind by the phantasmal beast. A large, almost obsidian-like claw that was bigger than her whole fist. And the pink haired Servant that was reading inside her room was the one to deal the killing blow, quietly singing a modern J-Pop song she's heard once on the radio before.
She returned to her cauldron, giving the claw one last look before she dropped it inside, and the effect was frighteningly instantaneous. A bright yellow lime color joined the blood red, bathing her workshop in its two tone light. She pulled out the wooden spoon she had been using to stir the concoction, and furrowed her brows when she noticed how thinned it was thanks to what it was she was brewing. She threw the wooden spoon into a trash bin she had prepared and pulled the metal spoon besides the cauldron, and began stirring.
She heard the thud of a book closing, and saw in her periphery Elizabeth leaning close to the cauldron. "Can I taste it?"
"NO!" she shouted in instinct, before she calmed herself down and approached the Lancer. "No, it's not a potion."
"What is it then?" the pink haired Servant asked innocently.
"It's something that poisons and corrupts." Koleen said, turning to the brew. "It's called Witch's Blood."
"Oh, that sounds horrifyingly deadly." Elizabeth said, her eyes glinting in curiosity. "What do you do with it?"
"I mean, you just throw it." She said with a grimace. "I can also apply it directly."
"Then that means these bottles are thin then?" Elizabeth asked, gesturing to the empty bottles Koleen had lined up.
"They have to be. Otherwise I'm just throwing a fancy rock." She said, eliciting giggles from the apparently younger Servant.
"You really surprise me, Kitten. With Puppy, I know what I'm getting from him. Birdie is crazy, in an amazing way. But you? I didn't think you'd be hiding so much steel behind that silk." Elizabeth commented with a proud smile.
"Hahahaha…" Koleen laughed nervously. This wasn't the first time people have pointed out this particular quirk of hers. She was certain that Ayako also noticed, but the Puppeteer didn't comment on it, like a lot of things she notices. "It was something that made it hard to have friends growing up."
"Really? How so?" Elizabeth asked, sounding genuinely confused.
"More often than not, people are intimidated by me." Koleen said with a disheartened sigh. "People thought that I was either easy to befriend, or easy to control. Then they find out I'm neither."
"And you just took their ire?"
"Pretty much." The blonde chuckled dejectedly. "My thought was, no matter what they could do to me, I could always be able to do upon them, tenfold. So, it's better to just stay my tongue."
"You sound like you were born in the wrong time." Elizabeth commented, sitting herself back down on the room's only chair.
"I've always wondered that, but I never really put much thought into it." Koleen returned to her cauldron, continuing to stir the pot. "It doesn't really matter now, though. Because I'm actually surrounded by friends and peers for once."
Koleen continued to stir the brew, her thoughts focused on her concoction, that it took her a while to notice that the pink haired Servant was quiet. Not even a hum coming from the Lancer, that Koleen took a moment to glance behind her. Elizabeth sat still at the chair, staring off into the distance, the lights in her blue eyes dimmed. The book that she had been reading, another one of Mash's, was held loosely in the Servant's hand, eventually slipping out of them. The thud of the book hitting the floor seemed to awaken her back.
"Liz?" she called out.
"Yes, Kitten?" Elizabeth responded as she picked the book back up. Her eyes then met Koleen's, blinking innocently.
Her mouth was agape, thinking of a way to approach this. The one known as Elizabeth Báthory had a very damning story, contrasting the very image she was seeing. A young girl who seemed to want to deny what she had done. But, she was never a people person, a byproduct of her isolated childhood. So Koleen instead, chose to smile. "It's nothing."
As the light died down in the summoning chamber, a figure emerged standing on before the shield, kneeling before them with a thick sword planted beside him. Clad in a thick black overcoat with a short pink tie visible over it, and a fair face with ashen white hair, his blue eyes looking over the rest of the room. His sword ended with a curved T shape at the tip, caved in the middle, giving an image that was reminiscent of something that wasn't really seen in this modern age anymore.
"Servant, Assassin. Charles-Henri Sanson. I have answered your summons." He said, standing himself up straight. Still, after his introduction, he looked around, seeing the other Servants inside.
"Welcome, Assassin!" Ayako returned his greeting with open arms, approaching the raised platform. "Charles? Henri? Or Sanson, which would you prefer?" she asked as she met the Servant in the middle.
"As long as it is not disrespectful, I'm fine with any of them." He said as he shook her hand with a professional smile on his face.
"Great, Sanson! Welcome, to Chaldea." The other two Masters approached joined them, standing beside the Puppeteer. "My name is Ayako. This is Koleen, Ritsuka, and Mash."
"And these are the other Servants that have answered the call before you." Ritsuka added, gesturing to the figures around them.
Cú Chulainn walked over to the newly summoned Servant, his wooden staff leaned on his shoulder. "So, Assassin, huh?"
The new Servant grimaced visibly. "Unfortunately." He said, much to the confusion of Ritsuka.
"What's wrong, Henri-san?" he asked.
"The man known as Charles-Henri Sanson, was a pious man." Koleen answered before the Servant could. "He was known to have loved life itself. Which, in retrospect, must have weighed heavily on his mind, since his occupation was that of an executioner."
Mash turned to the American Witch in wide-eyed awe. "You know a lot about French History, Koleen."
A light blush graced the American Witch's cheeks. "I took European History as an elective."
"Ah, yes. Ya don't have the heart of a warrior, huh?" the Druid asked as Elizabeth walked up to the group. Medea meanwhile floated towards Doctor Roman, who was talking to the technician that operated the machinery.
"I'd consider myself to have the heart of a physician." He replied back.
"So what you're saying is to never, ever, call you Assassin?" Elizabeth asked with her hands on her hips.
He grimaced again. "I… don't wish to impose…"
"Nonsense." Ayako said with a dismissing wave. "It's fine. You have like, three names for us to use."
He chuckled, the first positive reaction he had since he was summoned. "Then for that, I thank you."
"While you are all here, I have news on the next Singularity." Roman approached the group, with Medea following behind him. "The control room has zeroed in on the date."
The Servants briefly looked to one another, before they all turned to Sanson, while the Masters returned the acting Director's gaze. "When is it?" Koleen asked, turning to fully face the man.
"1431 A.D." he said in reply.
"The year Jeanne d'Arc died." Koleen noted with a nod, her face cringing slightly.
"Isn't that also when the Hundred Years' War was reaching its end." Mash asked the blonde. "I have been reading up on French History since we knew of the location."
"It was." Koleen answered back.
"That is before my time, unfortunately." Sanson said with a somber look on his face.
"Can we squeeze in another summoning before this?" Cú Chulainn asked, his apprehension visible in his body language.
"Unless we go out for another supply run, no." Medea answered for them. "We are running low on supplies for summons at this moment." She said, folding her arms over her chest.
"Then why can't we go out for another one?" Ritsuka asked the Caster.
"Because we're pretty much stocked up for everything else." Ayako answered for the newest Master. "We'd need to clear up more room to have space. Remember, we still have people in the infirmary."
"So yes lad, we can just go out there and get supplies specifically for summoning materials, but it'd be such a waste." The Druid said understandingly and disappointedly. "Damn it."
The pink haired Lancer approached the taller Servant, patting his back comfortingly. "Cheer up, Old Man. We'll just make the next Singularity count!"
"Great, comforted by the kid."
"Hey!"
"I think, what we should do, is use the materials that we do have and try and strengthen our defenses." Ayako said to them, nodding with authority. "Da Vinci said she could make some implements, and Medea can hopefully craft some potions for the infirmary and us when we get back."
"You said the infirmary is filled?" Sanson asked with concern.
"It's not in dire straits now, but I'm sure they'll welcome another helping hand." Ayako responded.
"Actually yes, this is good." Roman said, his eyes lighting up as he connected the dots. "Da Vinci and Medea aren't really specialized in healing. Having a Servant to help out in the infirmary will be a great boost to us."
"Would you not require me to assist you in this Singularity?" he asked the Masters.
"Having someone familiar with the land would be awesome, but we need a frontliner." Ayako replied. "At least you can still help us with the Doctor."
He smiled wistfully. "I don't know how much my knowledge would fair compared to one of my Masters?" he glanced to Koleen, whose blush grew as a foreign look of indignation formed on her face.
"Uh, wouldn't your knowledge be good for us?" Ritsuka asked unknowingly.
"I was born in 1739, Master." The Servant answered, finally dematerializing his sword. "My direct knowledge of that era would be limited, and educational, at best."
"Oh, right you said that." He grimaced himself, turning to his senpai as a Master. "Who did you have planned to accompany us?"
"Mash, obviously, Cú Chulainn and Elizabeth." She replied. "Medea will help secure and defend Chaldea while we're gone, and now that Sanson's here, he can help out in the infirmary."
"And Da Vinci can do… whatever it is that she does." Koleen finished unsurely.
"Okay, so, we wait a week. Then, if we don't summon another Servant by then, we'll rayshift." The Doctor summarized, nodding to them all with a somewhat relieved sigh. "Sounds like a good plan. See you all in a week."
"You know, there was a moment where I thought that we would never get to eat food like this ever again." Ayako said as she slurped down a thick udon noodle. "Let's hope the people of the past don't need these as much."
"It is a nice taste of home." Ritsuka said, agreeing with his fellow countryman as he slurped the broth of his meal. "Oh, I miss this."
"I've never had udon before." Mash said, struggling with the chopsticks with the thick noodles.
"What is this dish called again?" Koleen asked, not bothering with the chopsticks and opting for a fork instead.
"Kake udon. A simple udon recipe." Ayako answered.
"It's a good thing it's easy to eat." Kagiso commented with a wry smile, having no difficulty with the chopsticks.
The five Masters, both current and former, sitting alone in the cafeteria in the dead of the night. It was the first time since Singularity F that they all could finally wind down and take a moment to gather themselves. For Ritsuka and Mash, it was a nice moment to socialize with their peers. For the remnants of B Team, it was to relive a memory of their time before the betrayal. They had lost a number of their members, with two still in stasis. But at least right now, they were now not alone.
"Is it difficult to make?" Mash asked curiously, still struggling with herself.
The senior Japanese Master shook her head. "It's just flour, water, and salt. It's like making pasta."
"Yeah, even I know how to make it." Ritsuka added with a smile. "We can teach you how, Mash?"
"Really? That would be nice, Senpai." Mash said with a smile.
"Maybe we should drink that wine you brought?" Kagiso asked the redhead.
She chuckled lightly. "I'll drink in two years. Then we're good."
"In two years? How old are you?" Ritsuka asked bewilderedly.
"I'm 18. Why?" she asked back with furrowed.
"Really? I thought you'd be my age." He said in disbelief.
"Oh? Then how old are you? 17?" she asked, the telltale signs of a smirk forming.
"Yeah."
"Wow, then you really are Ritsu-chan, Ritsu-chan!" her hand reached his cheek, pinching him like a child.
The Japanese boy groaned as his shoulders deflated, cursing himself for giving the apparently older Japanese girl more fuel to tease him with.
"How's Henri been, Kagiso?" Koleen asked, seeing the Shaman chuckling amusedly at the scene.
"Haa." He turned to the blonde after he had his fill. "It's been a load off our shoulders, having another hand around. We really lucked out on that one."
"How about Medea's potions?" Mash asked right after. "Have you tried it on any of the patients?"
"A few of them. She needs specific materials to create them." He answered, taking another sip of the broth. "And, none of them have woken up, the ones we gave the potions."
"What? Why?" Mash asked with worry.
"We can't exactly force people to be fully healed." Ayako answered somberly. "Even if they wake up, doesn't mean they can get out there and be useful again. We have a perfect example of that."
The thoughts of the five of them came to the white haired Director, still as catatonic as she was ever since she had reawaken from her sedation. The Director was, for all intents and purposes, the worst that could happen to any of them. A woman who had her will broken and torn by the one person she had trusted the most. She had taken up her father's goal, and now there she was, in a figurative crumpled heap. On the bright side, Chaldea was still around and running, despite its current losses.
"Do… we really not know of a way to get her back?" Ritsuka asked, who despite taking the brunt Olga Marie's acerbic personality, was still shaken by what had happened to her.
The Shaman shook his head, pushing his now empty bowl further into the table. "It needs to come from her. It's like the basis of psychological counseling. Unlike in medicine, the client has to change on their own. We can't force them."
"Do you think we'll see the Professor again?" Mash asked to the group, placing her chopsticks above her bowl.
"Absolutely." Ayako answered without an ounce of hesitation. "And we're gonna need you there when we see him." She said, pointing to Koleen.
"I mean, not like I was going to say no, but why need?" the blonde asked confusedly.
Ayako smirked with a hint of confidence. "Just to rub it in his face, show how much of a failure he was."
"That sounds very vindictive." Koleen noted, as a light smile slowly formed on her face. "I like it."
"Ayako." Mash called out to the senior Master, getting the Puppeteer's golden eyes on her. "Are you going to be alright in France?"
"What do you mean, Mash?"
"I haven't seen you working on a new body yet." She elaborated, causing the Shaman's eyes to widen.
"That's right, you haven't once started on a new one." He said with building worry. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"Hell no, not even close." She responded, shaking her head with hesitance. "But we have to get out there. And I'm not leaving these two alone. We have strength in numbers."
"Who knows, Ayako might be able to craft one while we're in France." Koleen commented as she brought her bowl to her mouth.
"It's a whole process. I'm not my mom, I can't crank out a new one in at a snap of my finger." Ayako said, snapping a finger. Her eyes then became glassy, as the Puppeteer looked elsewhere in thought.
"Ayako?" Koleen looked to her friend with concern, seeing the redhead shake her head and wipe her eyes.
"We have to finish this." She said as she turned back to them. "We have to succeed. There is no other way."
"Agreed." Kagiso said with a confirming nod.
"Yes, we'll do this. Together." Said the male Master with rejuvenated will.
Unfortunately for them, the past week had come by with no change to the status quo: they had failed to get sufficient materials to summon another Servant, and in turn have not had a new member to their roster. On the positive end of the spectrum, the Renaissance genius had kept true to her word and erected a temporary defensive armament just outside the central control room. Medea herself had also summoned a few skeleton like creatures, a number of them assisting the still active security in patrolling the halls. Sanson, who had set up the infirmary as his new home, was now with the Doctor, ready to provide some form of assistance to the ground team when needed.
And said ground team was inside the empty infirmary; though empty in regards to their being no attendants at that exact point. The room was still filled with the injured, though space had been cleared as they had moved a few of them to the other, now cleared rooms. But right now, the four of them were standing around a single bed, surrounding the catatonic woman who sat unmoving, not even registering their presence.
Mash was dressed as she always has, what with her form changing either way when they rayshift. She sat on a chair next to Olga Marie's bed, holding the Director's hand. Squeezing it, though not too tightly. "We're heading off soon, Director. The next Singularity is in France."
"Yeah, I think you would have loved the place." Ritsuka said, dressed in the white Combat Uniform, since his was still brand new. His hand reached for the back of his head, scratching it nervously. "Although, I don't really know, since I've never been there."
"Smooth, Ritsu-chan." Ayako said, lightly smacking his back. "I bet she would've tore you off on that one." She wore an orange dress shirt and her black jeans, under the red overcoat she was now known for. Her runestones were in her pockets while her rifle was strapped to her back.
"Probably." He agreed with light smile.
"Director… I wasn't around to help you, back then." Koleen spoke up, approaching the foot of the bed. She still had the white Chaldean top, while opting for a much more comfortable and tasteful black gypsy skirt. Her brown leather satchel was strapped around her waist, carrying her essentials. "But, I am here now, to do my job. Our job, the one you assigned all of us." She sighed, her hands gripping the railings. "So, know that the Human Order will not die out. Not as long as we're still around."
"That's right, Director. Know that Chaldea is in good hands." Ayako said her piece, patting the nonresponsive woman's thigh. "Hope you get back to us soon."
"See you later, Director." Ritsuka said, as both he and Ayako made for the door.
"We won't be gone long." Said the American Witch before she joined her fellow Masters.
Mash still sat where she was, her hand not letting go. She leaned her body down, almost planting her forehead on the Director's hand. "Thank you, Olga." She whispered, though still loud enough for the Masters to hear. She stood up carefully, slowly letting go of Olga Marie's hand, before leaving the room with the Masters.
As the door closed behind them, the lights dimmed in the infirmary. With the nurses and doctors attending the other rooms, and Sanson helping out the control room, the room was silent. Barring the beeps of the machinery. However, it wasn't still. Not anymore. The Director, who had been on the bed for more than a month, occasionally helped and bathed by the nurses. She had been silent and still, and yet at that very moment, as the Masters left for the 1st Singularity, light gradually returned to her pale golden eyes.
She slowly turned her head to the closed door, drawing in a lungful of air as tears began running down her face.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
a bit of filler, before we head to France. but, it gives the Masters some time to be themselves, and to be together. right now, i'm wondering how quick shit would be in France, i'm still working out the details.
and something from Olga, finally! it's been a month and a half in the story with her just being on the bed unresponsive, but she's finally given a reaction. we'll see her back to form soon enough.
i guess, that's it. there's not much else i have to say, so let's get straight to it!
King0fP0wers: you know when i first got in to Fate, i thought Mystic Codes were just a fancy magical way of saying clothes. then i found out it's not, it's just a way the game could give us Masters something else to do/some clothes to wear. people have different kinds of Mystic Codes in the universe, so i thought it was appropriate for Ayako's to be this.
Quartermass: dude, that legit didn't cross my mind. i knew i was writing her a bit OOC (and hopefully she'll be more who she is later down the road), but it didn't even occur to me for her to throw an impromptu concert for the people. and yeah, i know she was an antagonist in the Extraverse, whose character development carried over to FGO, but we as FGO protags have never experienced the brunt of that. also, funny thing you mention Olga. damn coincidence, with her full recovery starting now. we'll be seeing more of her, definitely!
Theinzmann111: yeah, exactly!
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