This chapter of Princess of the Puppeteer, even though there is no connection between it and Hololive, is dedicated to Kiryu Coco, Hololive's 4th Gen Yakuza dragon.
My talents are few and far in between, and writing is one of the few skills that I have that I am confident in. Thus, it is the only I way can contribute, in spreading the positivity of Coco's last few weeks.
Thanks for pulling me into the Hololive rabbit hole, Coco.
Fourth Singularity, Part 7: The Four Horsemen
2018
Da Vinci stood before the table, her eyes meticulously inspecting the puppet inside the Puppeteer's workshop. Although one would expect her to take the puppet to her own workshop, Ayako's haven provided a better environment for puppetry. And she knew that Ayako herself wouldn't mind. The young woman was quite trusting for a "non"-magus, though she also was also quite adept at reading people. Da Vinci herself had earned the Puppeteer's trust, and Ayako with the Renaissance Genius, so in that regard that trust wouldn't be misplaced.
The small familiar that was apparently modeled after her aunt landed on her shoulder, briefly peering over the note she was writing, before its golden strings pulled it up and over towards the puppet on the table. The familiar landed on the puppet's face, crouching down to inspect it with its own hands. Da Vinci gave a quick glance, seeing what the familiar was doing, before returning back to her notes.
She lowered the pad and sighed, swiping the screen to look over the schematics that Eve had given them. At its core, her body had more obvious artificial parts, like the golden horn on her head and the "headphones" on her ears. And yet the Genius could see that there was a seed of life inside her. That was the true miracle of Frankenstein's creation. All she needed now, was to use the base of Ayako's puppets to give his daughter something more real. More natural.
But she was having far more difficulty than she had expected. She wasn't expecting to meet any kind of resistance, especially since she had already worked with Ayako before, for Olga's new body. But she underestimated the intricacies the Puppeteer has with her own creations. Da Vinci could create her own puppets, ones that could rival the Puppeteer, but no matter the many fields she had mastered throughout her life, being a true Puppeteer was never in her repertoire, despite her skills. Puppeteers were green with envy at her skill in a craft that she had pushed aside, thus it showed the difference when an actual Puppeteer Genius stepped in.
Rarely does she ever find herself in a position where she could learn, and she thought that she had at least seen most of what Ayako could do when they worked together before. It turns out that she had missed a lot of things. She quickly swiped between her notes and the schematics, trying to visualize the perfect combination of Ayako's puppet and Frankenstein's works.
"This is far more challenging than I had thought." She said aloud irritably, though the bright smile on her face conveyed her true feelings. "I haven't felt this way since I was alive." She turned her eyes back to the familiar. "Where do you think we should start, Aa-chan?" she asked.
The familiar answered animatedly, gesturing around it and the puppet below its feet. It kept talking for at least thirty seconds before pausing to allow the Genius to reply, yet she could only stare back blankly. Ayako may have been able to understand her familiar, but to Da Vinci, the words were simply gibberish.
"Well, first thing's first, we need to update the frame." She decided, turning back to the puppet. "Eve is 12cm taller than her, so that will serve as a sufficient starting point. Don't you agree?"
The familiar nodded, hands on its hips as golden threads emerged from its back, bringing it back up in the air. Da Vinci nodded back, setting aside her notepad and reaching for her own tools.
It was time to get her hands dirty.
1888
The poisonous fog of death that surrounded London didn't affect Ritsuka as much as the others did, which was mostly attributed to his direct contract with Mash. Specifically, the Servant that Mash is bonded to, whoever they were. All he knew was, from Ayako's solo excursion with King Arthur, was that the Servant in question was one of the Knights of the Round Table. Or at the very least, someone who was intimately close to them. He didn't know much about the Arthurian myth, so all he really was drawing up on were blanks.
Ultimately, the important thing was that the Servant allowed him to weather the poison with little fanfare.
Unfortunately, that meant very little for the steam fog they found themselves in. There was no poison around them. Only hot steam. Excruciatingly hot steam, making it feel like his skin would melt off.
He ducked under the rubble inside the Reality Marble his group was pulled into, with Eve also dropping herself beside him, as both Mordred and Mash faced off against the creator of the steampunk robots they had all been facing. Those robots were the size of cars, and yet they dwarfed in the presence of Babbage. They got the confirmation when Circe's familiar passed them the information, before they came upon the Servant himself. Which was why they found themselves in their current predicament, being slowly burnt alive by their very surroundings.
Ritsuka held the crossbow he was given, holding it tightly as his circuits began lighting up.
"Förstärka." He intoned, reinforcing the mystic code as much as he could.
He felt his body becoming short of breath, putting his all into the weapon that he held tightly. He swerved to his right, seeing one of Babbage's robots approaching him and Eve, and aimed his crossbow. The barrage of reinforced bolts pierced through the robot's torso before it could swing its massive cleaver onto them.
Ritsuka dropped himself fully onto his back, allowing Eve to rise again, picking up the cleaver with her own hands and swinging around the other robots that surrounded them.
"Uhn!" The first one was cut cleanly, the second she could only get her cleaver halfway through. The other two were crushed with the second robot's body.
"Haa, that's so unfair…" he said with a defeated chuckle, pushing himself back up.
The ground rumbled with a quick thud as Eve rested the massive cleaver, leaning into it. Ritsuka got back up to his knees, aiming his crossbow around them, while also keeping an eye on the Servants that were fighting for him. Even though they were in Babbage had the home field advantage, it could not be understated that the Servant was still a Caster, going up against a Saber and a Shielder. He had the weight to deliver the heavy blows from his size and massive cleaver, but Mordred easily countered with her own heavy attacks, red electricity crackling all around her body. And those that she couldn't, Mash was able to intercept and take the blow without trouble.
"I'll have to admit, mage. You're not bad in a fight." Mordred commented, the sword holding the red lightning like a powered charge.
A hiss of steam escaped the large body of armor. "This is my world, Saber. I will not fall so easily." His voice was mechanical, sounding like what he'd expect a mecha would sound. He raised his cleaver high up above his head, and swung it down.
Mash charged forward, taking the hit with her massive shield. "Saber!"
"Got it!" she sidestepped Mash, swinging her sword upward, cutting through Babbage's hand that was used to block the attack. The bifurcated hand closed to a fist, swinging towards the Saber, pushing her away from him.
He raised his cleaver, taking a step back, and was about to charge at them once more. "And even beyond it, Angrboda will slowly tear you down until you are nothing but husks." And then he paused, the red light blinking suddenly. A hiss of steam escaped him, as the world of steam around them began to unfold. "Understood."
Ritsuka would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved, no longer would the heat burn his skin alive. Beside him, he noticed Eve's shoulders sag as she too breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his head, trying to keep his focus back on the battle, also trying to remember what it was that Babbage had said earlier. Angrboda? He'd have to keep that at the back of his mind for now, seeing Mordred point her sword at the large Caster, with Mash standing between them.
"It seems we must cut this battle short, Saber. I am needed elsewhere." Babbage said, managing to sound disappointed of all things. "But do not worry. Our creations have been modified to face you, you will be entertained."
"Cut the crap, mage!" Mordred called out, red lightning sparkling around her armor. "You won't get out of here alive!"
"Unfortunately, neither you nor I have a say in that matter." He responded, as his body began glowing.
Shit! Ritsuka's eyes widened, and immediately his Command Spells glowed as he channeled it. "Saber! Get him!"
She too began glowing, powered by his Command as she charged faster than his eyes can keep up with. Like two converging stars that were threatening to collide, the light grew so bright that Ritsuka had to turn away. The ground shook as a shockwave blew the wind and dust passed them, almost pushing him to the ground. He waited until he felt the ground had settled, before turning his eyes back to them. He saw Mordred standing there, her sword lodged into the ground. Babbage himself was nowhere to be seen, though he could see that she still managed strike him, as evident by the large mechanical arm that she had cut off.
"Master, they're coming." Mash announced, moving closer towards him.
"Yeah, I wouldn't expect any less of them by this point." he said with a tired smile, reloading the crossbow in his hands. "Mordred, are you ready?"
"I'm still wound up from before." The Red Knight said, pulling her sword out before making slowly making her way towards them. "Let's get this over with, I'm tired of these husks."
"Eve? How about you?" he asked the tall girl, now lugging the cleaver she had procured.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, nodding back towards him. "Hmm."
The building beside them exploded, and he couldn't the pit growing inside him. "We need to draw them away from here!"
"Easier said than done." She said, slapping a heavy hand on his back, almost pushing him off his feet. "Let's get moving!"
"Should we not try and get people out of danger!?" Mash asked amidst the explosions, as they all started running.
He shook his head, admittedly leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "If we stay here, we're just putting everyone else in danger! We can try and hopefully save them after everything's dealt with!"
"It's a sound plan as ever!" without another word, Mordred took the lead, charging forward as their spearhead.
Ritsuka held back a sigh, hoping that he was making the right decision.
"Phew, the deed is done." Jekyll said, dropping himself onto the stoop, sighing tiredly.
Kagiso placed his hand on the man's shoulder, calming him. "And this will reach the rest?" he asked.
"Yes." The Alchemist replied, loosening his tie that was around his neck. "This was a network that we have cultivated over the years." He looked up, his eyes reaching the skies. "Why are we not attacked yet?"
He asked the question that Kagiso himself was wondering. They got word from Circe that Koleen's group had encountered Paracelsus, and confirmed it to them that the last Servant was indeed Babbage. Then they heard fighting going on around them. Conflict that was happening in a distance, coming from mostly the North and the East. Where the other two teams were, aside from Ayako's who had opted to stay within the Clock Tower.
"That, I do not know, Dr. Jekyll." He answered, before turning around to see Arturia's back, the Saber keeping watch with her sword lighting the area around them. "Saber, Caster, have either of you noticed anything?"
Saber turned around to face him, one hand holding her sword, the other holding the book form of Alice. "They are keeping their distance." The Caster replied, still capable of conveying her message even in this form. "I am unsure as to why, though."
"They are trying to bait us." He said, his mind already reaching for the possible scenarios they might encounter. "Our mission right now is to find the ring leaders, so it stands to question that they try and gain the advantage as much as they could."
"Then what should we do, Master?" Arturia asked, her hand clutching onto the book tightly. The Caster didn't seem to mind.
He sighed, his hands reaching into his pockets to feel the fetishes that he had brought along. "We will seek help." He said simply. The Saber nodded her head, understanding his choice, as she turned back around to face away from him. "This house is empty, right?" he asked the Alchemist.
"Yes, it is. It functions as a front." He replied, eyes blinking in curiosity.
He sat himself down on the brick path, carefully laying out the fetishes around him. He drew the curved dagger out of its sheathe, holding it tightly and sideways. His free hand rose to match its height, and then closed around the blade. He sliced the palm of his hand, letting the blood drip from the blade. Instead of turning to dust, the blood that fell on the ground began smoking as if it were fire. He opened his eyes, clouded milky white as he channeled the ritual.
"Wazazi… ngiyanibiza."
A gust of wind picked up around him, a taste of ash permeating from the blood droplet.
"Siya. Phendula." They all answered, a legion of voices the others could only barely hear.
The book shook free from Arturia's grasps, turning back into her childlike form. "They are becoming restless."
The Saber nodded simply, standing to make sure that the Shaman was undisturbed.
"Natafuta msaada wako." He asked of them, so focused in this ritual that the outside world was secondary to him.
"Msaada. Wetu. Utapokea." The legion replied, as the fetishes began floating. One in particular stood out, positioning itself in front of him.
The caved in bullet that served as his death. The fetish that bore the voice that was closest to his. "Natafuta msaada wako." He repeated, feeling his bloodied hand grow hotter.
The bullet separated itself, floating higher than the others. It alone replied, strengthened by the legion that served as his connection to his ancestors. "Msaada. Wangu. Utapokea."
And then the wind parted, disappearing in a sudden gust. The fetishes landed back onto the ground. He sighed, grey smoke leaving his mouth as he exhaled. He collected his fetishes, and sheathed his dagger, before standing back up. His clouded eyes, normally a simple milky white, now too let out a grey smoke. He can feel the heat building up inside of him. Even something as straightforward as this, was risky. He wasn't an Elder. But he needed to push on.
"We need to head towards the highest point possible." He said to the group, his voice echoing with each word. "If we can get a proper lay of the land, we'll be able to pinpoint their exact location."
Saber turned around to face him, her face showing concern for a hint of a second. "And we must hurry." He added, sighing once more as he clutched his chest with his free hand. "I cannot hold this for long."
That was all that she needed, as her face returned to its blank professional expression.
That was all that they needed.
Ayako stood at a corner of the room, looking down into her hand at the piece of object that she pulled out of her red coat. A packet of cigarettes, the same brand that her mother likes to smoke. She hadn't touched the thing since she arrived at Chaldea. She grimaced. She never was a good smoker (not like there were actual good smokers). It was one of the things that she childishly copied her mother, and yet she never could truly stomach smoking, which was probably a good thing. And now that it had been around half a year since the last time she smoked?
That would just be painful.
"Need a break, Ayako?" she looked up, seeing Waver approach her.
"Nah, it was all just sudden." She replied, throwing the packet towards him. He caught it, not as effortlessly as he would have liked. "How many books is it now, that we're highlighting to send back?"
"Nine, including the one Andersen found." He answered, pulling out a cigarette. "What do you think?"
"It's quite the bombshell." She said, shrugging lightly. "And, it all makes sense, in hindsight. I've always wondered how a bunch of ragtag magi managed to squeeze Heroic Spirits into such measly containers."
He chuckled as she placed a lit cigarette into his lips. "Way to spit in the accomplishments of the Holy Grail Wars."
"It's the truth though. To limit powerful historical and mythical figures into containers that do little to showcase who they are." She sighed and shook her head. "Why even bother with Servants? Just kill each other."
"It's because the spirits of the Servants are what power the Grails." He explained to her. "And, of course, that's not all there is to it as well."
She looked at him with furrowed brows. "There's more to the Holy Grail Wars?"
He nodded, puffing a smoke through his lips. "You know at least, that the ritual was originally used to reach the Root, right?" she nodded, that much she knew already. "In order to achieve that, you would need seven dead Servant to power the Holy Grail to truly reach the Root, instead of six."
"Seven?" she looked to him, seeing him nod. "Fuck. Did you know about that, when you participated?"
He shook his head. "All I cared about was the clout I would get by simply participating. It never truly dawned on me the dangers and implications of the ritual until that first night."
"And how did that work out for you?" she asked, a hint of a smirk forming.
He sighed dejectedly. "Like a thorn on my backside." He said with a defeated chuckle.
She chuckled along with him, before pushing herself off the wall. "Let's get back to work." He nodded, following behind her.
"Anything new?" she asked the authors, who had not once taken a break.
"Not much else of import." Andersen answered, his baggy eyes buried in the texts.
"I have found a great account of many biblical figures." Shakespeare answered from around the corner. "Even more detailed than what the masses know."
"That's great." Waver said with a nod, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We've been trying to find anything about Solomon, but our own records have been wiped clean."
"Your enemies are nothing if not thorough." Tamamo said in a passing comment, idly reading one of the books as she sat on a table. She seemed to have lost interest after Andersen's discovery, a permanent frown marring her face. Her ears seemed to be flickering towards the door, her attention focused entirely on her protection, so Ayako still felt safe.
"Do you guys think there's still anything useful here?" both authors shook their heads at her question. "Should we go deeper?"
"It's worth checking, but I think it's best if we send these back first." Andersen answered, finally looking up from the book he was reading.
She shook her head. "We can't do that, not without Mash. Her shield's the one that truly connects us back to Chaldea." Her eyes blinked as she remembered something important. "Did anyone find anything relating to the Arthurian myths?"
"Does this concern the Shielder?" Andersen asked, his hand readjusting his glasses.
"Yes." She answered with a nod. "We've gotten hints of the identity of the Servant Mash is bonded to, but only relatively recently have we had it confirmed to us by Saber that they're a Knight of the Round Table."
"She told you?" Waver asked, surprise audible in his voice.
She nodded again. "But she didn't elaborate further, saying that Mash needs to grow on her own to fully fill into her role. We respected that decision, but it would do wonders for us to at least to know who it is."
"It would most certainly be here, I am sure." Shakespeare answered, already making his way towards her, holding one of the books openly and another in his other hand. "This one here contains excerpts of Norse mythology."
Ayako glanced at the open book with a raised eyebrow. "Are you offering this to me? Don't think I missed you calling me Valkyrie, of all things."
He shrugged, smirking amusedly. "It is a fitting title for one such as you." He closed the book, spreading it wide as if he was showcasing an image. "We can all see the trajectory your path is taking you, as peculiar as it is for a Puppeteer of the Orient."
The Puppeteer furrowed her brows before closing them and shaking her head. She wasn't in the mood for this. "Fine, put both of them in the pile. We'll see if we can find anything about the Arthurian myths."
"A hint, Aozaki." Andersen spoke up, finally standing up himself, craning his neck. "Remember, when it comes to how a Servant manifests: not every aspect of their being is literal."
She held back her sigh this time, wondering why Servants keep on speaking in riddles to her. But she didn't ignore his words. What did he mean by them? The fact that some Servants' histories and legends are manifested in some form of crystallization? Adapted in some way?
Like Medea's Rule Breaker?
I see. She thought, nodding in understanding. "Got it." He nodded back, before he moved towards a bookshelf, returning the tome that he had read through.
A snap occurred at the back of their minds.
Within an instant, they all stood at attention. Ayako pulled out her rifle, aiming it at the door; El-Melloi conjured his fan, holding it in anticipation; Andersen's quill appeared beside him, as he glanced towards the doorway; three talismans burned into existence, held within Tamamo's fingers; Shakespeare held his book aloft, standing behind everyone else; even Fou poked his head out of Ayako's red coat, standing behind her neck.
Their Bounded Field had been triggered.
"Which one was it?" she asked the Casters, her hands tightening until her the whites of her knuckles appeared.
"The last one." Waver answered with a deepening scowl. "Damn Assassins."
"Barricade the door." She told them. "We'll make it as inconvenient for them as much as possible."
"Understood." All four Casters answered, as all kinds of matter were pulled to create a blockade, ranging from the bookshelves to the stone floor itself.
"Fou." The little Phantasmal creature beside her mewled, standing at attention.
"This could be the thing that's been trying to kill you and Bertrand." Andersen said, with his quill lighting up.
"Then let us hope we can end its terror once and for all." Shakespeare said with gusto.
"Yeah. Let's." she agreed, sighing again for the umpteenth time. "I'm running out of bodies to spare here."
Koleen held her arm, bleeding from the cut she got, now staining her uniform with her blood. She winced in pain, dropping to a knee to rest for a second. She pulled out a flask, and threw it behind her, splashing the toxic concoction and creating a moat of acid that would melt anything that would attempt to reach her. She pushed herself back to her feet, feeling the burning mark in the inside of her palm burning, amplified by the additional blood she smeared on it. Patterns of branches that covered her hand. She held it out at an approaching tank, aiming its barrel down on her, and closed her hand into a fist.
"W̸͘Į̶L̛͏̷̶T̨̢̀͘!́́͘" she intoned, her voice gurgling as her eyes turned red. The tank began sparkling and crumbling, caving in on itself as it imploded. Whatever explosion it would have generated was snuffed.
Koleen immediately pushed herself towards the wreck, seeking refuge inside of it. Circe, who had been keeping their battlefield in line with her magecraft, immediately circled around her, reinforcing the metallic carcass. Briefly, the Enchantress floated down, making eye contact with the American Witch to make sure that the blonde was alright. Within the remains of the tank, she fully inspected her materials and concoctions. She quickly glanced to the battle at hand, seeing Kintoki charging forward without hesitation at Paracelsus.
For all intents and purposes, it was a one-sided battle between the Japanese Berserker and Hohenheim, evident from how the Caster had lost his arm from the elbow below, his white robe dirtied and disheveled. But quantity is a quality of its own, and he had the numbers to hinder Kintoki's attempts. With each step forward the Berserker took, the Caster made sure that his next step was slowed as much as possible. That was the reason why, despite her wounded state, that both Circe and herself didn't have to face the massive horde these masterminds have created.
"Circe, this area is deserted, right?" Koleen asked telepathically.
"Yes. What do you have in mind?" Chaldea's Caster responded.
"Either you use your most destructive spells, or I'll use mine." She said, pulling out Monarch's Beat, a large and heavy flask carrying within it the most destructive pink liquid she's created.
"Is that your plan?" Circe asked. "To glass this place?"
"Yes." The Blonde Witch said, reaffirming herself with a resolute nod. "We've been reactionary with all their actions. It's time we make a lasting move of our own."
"Quite the drastic course of action, but I will carry it out. May I offer a suggestion?"
"Sure. What?"
"Both." Circe said, her single word answer serving enough as an explanation.
Koleen's pink eyes closed, sighing slowly as she fully consigned herself to her decision. She nodded to herself, her red-tinted pink eyes opening to the sight of the large flask in her hand. She threw the flask up above the hole in the tank, leaving it to Circe to catch it. She glanced back to the Berserker, seeing him fully focused in his fight, his arms gradually turning crimson red.
"KINTOKI!" she called out, before huddling herself inside the tank.
The Berserker, quickly snapping back to the Master who had already hidden herself, looked around, trying to ascertain what exactly she had planned. He only had to look up for a second, seeing Circe's power pooling into a singular point, to understand what their intentions were. He withdrew himself from Paracelsus, leaving the renowned Alchemist behind as he too searched for cover.
Circe floated above the skyline, the haze of poison somewhat obscuring her, though the colorful array of magecraft she was displaying seemed to abate it. Her wings were spread, showing the color beneath them, her white dress flowing with excess power. Her staff floated between her hands, the flask reaching the same height from Koleen's throw. Multiple arrays formed around her, almost as if a dome had appeared, all aimed at where her staff and the flask was. Her technicolored eyes shone with malice as beams of magic poured from the array to the flask.
With but a single thought, the flask dropped like a pin falling off a table, her eyes never once leaving the powerful concoction that the American Witch had created. And just before it touched the ground, she spoke in a hushed whisper, a word that was able to reach everyone's ears across the whole city
"Καταστροφή."
Koleen huddled herself into a tight corner of the tank's carcass, eyes shut tight. She heard the word, and not a second later, she felt it.
The ruined hunk of wood and metal vibrated nonstop, and yet she heard nothing but silence. As if she had pressed mute on the world. She closed herself off to protect herself, not even noticing the tears rolling down her eyes, yet interestingly enough, even though her eyes were shut, she experienced something she didn't think she would. She saw something.
A large blue butterfly, beating its wings in a plane of white.
"Do you think things are going according to plan?" a voice asked, deep within a large cavernous area, bathed in a purple light. His voice was accompanied by a pained hiss.
"Not to your plan, but things are progressing somewhat in my estimations." A somewhat accented voice answered with amusement. The hiss continued, seemingly ignored by the two voices.
There was a pause in the darkness, before the first voice spoke again. "From what Flauros had spoken, these Chaldean's are far more, resilient, than I was lead to imagine."
The accented voice chuckled. "That's what you get for listening to a failure. And now look at you, look where you stand. Lower than it."
Another pause, longer than before. "You are far more vicious than I remembered."
"Do not forget how you have summoned us." A metallic voice joined the two, followed by another pained hiss.
"The Mathematician is correct. Is that any surprising?" the voice laughed. "You have my esteemed wisdom at the palm of your hands, but that means little if we are held back in any way shape or form."
The pause lasted longer, before the accented voice spoke again. "Nothing? Wow. To see the Clock Tower reduced to this. Disappointing."
Footsteps echoed in the cavern, one set moving within it. It wasn't until they were a good distance away from the Master and the Mathematician, that they said their final words.
"No wonder you caved."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
first of all, sorry for the out of context pre-A/N. there's not that many weeks left until Coco's graduation, and i felt that i wanted to do something in her name, even though this has nothing to do with her or Hololive.
second of all, sorry again for the late chapter. i had 3 weeks of exams that only ended last thursday, that i didn't have to even work on this chapter. hence why this chapter is coming out a week and a day late. hopefully, next chapter will come out at my usual schedule, of the second week of the month.
thanks for understanding, guys. you're all awesome.
now, onto the meat!
i'm sure you've guys noticed, but i don't like repeating things unless they are absolutely necessary. either i get them done early, or hold it off till later. hence why aspects of the Clock Tower discovery are spoken in kinda hushed tones, and the Angrboda thing is also held off, until the team regroups.
also, for the others, i wanted to show just a little bit more of what the other Masters have in their arsenal. expand a bit more on Kagiso's shamanism, remind the whole world that Ritsuka's also being taught magecraft by Medea, and also to show the magnitude of Koleen's ace in the hole (even though it's amplified by Circe)
also, it wasn't even my intention, but i love how i book-ended this chapter, if you know what i'm talking about.
let's talk about what' going on in the game!
my god, ya'll see what's happening in Avalon? holy shit balls man, i'm really loving it. also, i've only recently found out about the things they're doing with Caster Cu, and my god. my god.
let's just say that, it's crazy how things line up. (and this is for things that i'm planning on touching once this fic reaches the Lostbelts, so we'll have a long time to see it)
here's the translated bits as well!
"Ancestors, I call to you."
"We. Answer."
"I seek, your aid."
"Our. Aid. You. Shall. Receive."
"I seek, your aid."
"My. Aid. You. Shall. Receive."
and, with that out of the way, let's head on to the reviews!
Addicted2fanfics: oof, those are good ships too.
Mash Kyrielight: sure, just hit me up when the time comes!
Guest: uh, thanks?
Wolfsadler: yeah, unfortunately, i didn't get Grey in time.
Warlord of Chaos: this will be a bit of a spoiler, but yes, she will, in the future. whether i have her or not is what determines if she sees action within the Singularities/Lostbelts.
Bashleyz: my dude, i appreciate your enthusiasm, but please don't spam.
Harlequin320: a Tamamo Nine event would be awesome. i only have Cat.
DeraldSny: thanks!
Yagami Kuzuki: i'm sorry my dude, but the entire premise of this story is to focus on the OCs.
TalonScythe: it'll be interesting once Jekyll pulls out his hail mary. and yeah, America would not be kind for Koleen.
and oh man my dude, the things that just drop for FGO, like holy crap. the fae are interesting, and Morgan's awesome. but as i've said, the thing i'm most interested in is Caster Cu, cause his things actually line up with what i have planned (and i didn't even think about the connection. but now that there is one, it's an interesting plot thread that i look forward to touch!)
and yeah, i personally don't mind spoilers, but for the sake of others who do.
once again, we've gone through another chapter!
thanks everyone, for taking your time to reading this! hope you guys had a blast!
drop a review if you don't mind, and i'll see you all next time!