Servants of Remnant
Chaldea is gone, but the memories remain. A world, filled with fairy tales, monsters and men. A history unlike any other. Sometimes… a hero is needed. From another world, from another time. Not all of them are great, not all of them are 'good'. But when the world needs a hero, these Servants answer the call. Perhaps only one, perhaps many do. These are the tales of many timelines. The 'Servants of Chaldea' who come to Remnant.
Euryale
Euryale tapped her finger against the armrest of her chair as she contemplated her current predicament. It was so annoying, finding herself in the middle of some stupid city after Asterios stepped in front of the exploding Rayshift device, and currently the situation was… not the worst it could have been. It would have really been the worst if she was all alone in this stupid city, but, she had a surprising ally in the form of one of the ...better people who'd been in the room at the time.
Poor Bedivere, who was currently sweeping the floors of the apartment they had… procured after a rather strange man had tried to abscond with her, and had pulled a gun on Bedivere. Needless to say, her ally had left the man in the concrete after a very polite beatdown on his part. She had to order him to grab his stuff though, under the pretense of 'he shouldn't have tried to take me if he wasn't willing to lose everything'. It had worked at least.
"Bedivere, what have you learned so far?" she asked, raising her head as the grandfather clock in the corner of the room ticked away. Bedivere stopped sweeping, turning towards her with a slightly tired but pleseant look. She hadn't ordered him to start cleaning, he'd just picked up the broom and started doing so, and she'd oblidged him up until this point.
"We're not on Earth lady Euryale… but another world called Remnant, inhabited by humans, faunus and the 'creatures of Grimm'. Monsters that seek out the dark emotions within people hearts with the intent to slay them. We are currently in the Kingdom of Vale, one of the four kingdoms of Remnant alongside Vacuo, Atlas and Mistral," he said, before sighing and hanging his head. "This place is just so strange… getting that much without revealing anything was hard, and people just kept staring at my outfit and arm…"
"It makes some sense they would," she leaned forward, locking her hands together and setting her elbows on the armrests of her chair before setting her chin on her interlocked fingers. "We are strangers here, and it's quite a modern era… and yet despite that so mystical even still," she mused.
"We need to find Master, and soon," Bedivere warned, before starting to sweep again, lulling back into silence as Euryale closed her eyes. Yes that was a rather pressing concern, but so was her creature comforts, finding Asterios, and making sure that they didn't perish on the way to finding her.
She thought about what options they had available to them. There weren't exactly many… perhaps Bedivere would be up for some mercenary work? Make some coin for them to use to begin their pursuit. Perhaps she could charm some high ranking official into sharing more information… Perhaps she could try and improve their current base of operations, see if they could make it somewhere other Servants could, if there were any, could come to, find their way to… actually.
"Bedivere, you've been learning from Shirou haven't you, and Benienma?" Euryale asked, recalling the 'King of Knights' black hole of a stomach, and the efforts that went towards filling it. Perhaps Bedivere had picked up such skills to better aid his king when her hunger called.
He paused, before looking towards Euryale. "I have been getting a few pointers, but I'm unsure if it would be… satisfactory for whatever you desire," he admitted. It probably would be, but that was always a backup plan.
She waved her hand towards him, a smirk on her face. "Oh I have a few ideas… but perhaps we should do a bit of searching ourselves. It's a bit cramped in here, don't you think sir Bedivere?"
He sighed, before putting the broom down and summoning his rapier, before sheathing it at his side. Euryale dropped out of her comfy chair, and started walking towards the door with nary a worry in her head. She had the ever reliable and honest Bedivere by her side, what was there to worry about?
Opening the door, she let Bedivere lock it behind her as she stepped out into the street, looking up towards the sky, and the shattered moon. She sighed at such a sad sight, one that brought her companion quite a bit of concern as well. Anything that could destroy even a portion of the moon was bad business, so if they found out how or what had done it, it was to be ignored as far as she was concerned.
Their walk down the street was oddly calm and quiet, save a few strange looks from the humans and faunus wandering around this late at night. She caught maybe one or two looks of envy, or perhaps they were greed? If anyone wanted to try and take her this time, they'd have to deal with this ever reliable knight behind her.
"Milady," Bedivere started, and she slowly turned her head towards him, her eye catching a glimpse of his, which looked off towards the side… following his gaze for just a moment… ah, more of those men. Blacak suits, black hats, orange ties. 'Gangsters' was the appropriate term she believed?
"Let them follow, we'll deal with them if they even try~" she cautioned, a wry grin falling into place upon her face. Such a reliable bodyguard he was, even if Asterios was better.
She turned, walking into an alleyway, Bedivere following her, putting his silver arm on the hilt of his rapier as footfalls began behind them. Nearing the other end of the alley, she stopped, and turned, Bedivere doing the same and drawing his rapier.
Before them were the six gangsters, just as expected. Their blades were drawn, stupid orange things that looked more like blunt instruments than a fine weapon. "Gentlemen, I believe we can resolve this peacefully," Bedivere began, and the leader of the six pointed his sword directly at him.
"We can, if you turn over the blade, and the girl," he said with a sneer. Euryale sighed, as did Bedivere.
"Very well… if you insist," he said quietly… lowering his rapier, before pointing it directly at the leader. "The hard way it is then,"
"Gettum!" the lead gangster commanded, pointing snapping his fingers as two of the goons rushed forwards, jumping at Bedivere and attempting to swing their blades down on him. Bedivere just stood still for a moment, before swiping his Rapier at one goon, sending him into the wall of the alleyway, before poking the other lightly, his 'Aura' shattering in just two pokes before he fell to the ground, groaning from the precision area's he'd been stabbed, his sword clattering to the ground as the other three goons started to back up.
"Don't just stand there, get him! He's just one person!" the leader ordered, before charging forward himself, the other three following his leader as Bedivere sighed… before throwing his rapier behind him, the silver sword clattering against the concrete as he raised his fists.
He blocked the sword of the first goon with his silver arm, before delivering a nice jab to the face. Stepping to the side he avoided the slash from the second and kicked upwards, knocking the first goon back into the second, and sending them barreling down the alleyway in a heep. The leader and the third goon swung at the same time, but Bedivere just stepped back, and raised his arm between them, the swords slamming against his silver arm and reverberating back down the blades before he pulled his arm away, grabbing the leader's sword hand and twisting it, and then socking the third goon in the face… directly into the wall, breaking his aura with the punch from his silver arm as the leader's sword dropped to the ground.
"I did warn you sir," Bedivere said as Euryale clapped lightly, an amused smirk on her face as Bedivere tossed the man back down the alleyway into his other goons, all three going back several more feet as Bedivere walked back towards his sword and picked it up off the ground. "Might I suggest finding a more stable, and safe, line of work?"
"Screw you… Hunter… ugh," the leader groaned before passing out, and Euryale just turned towards the exit again.
"Well with that out of the way, shall we continue our walk sir Bedivere?" she jested, and he sighed.
"Alright then," he said, and off they went, wandering out of the alleyway and onto the large street. Most of the shops were closed down, and Euryale hummed as she took a moment to look at the titles that interested her. There were a few, like the quaint little Dust shop at the end of the street. But not much else besides that and a small clothing store.
"Perhaps we should try the castle?" Bedivere suggested as they walked towards the Dust shop, which still had the lights on even at this hour. She turned to him, with a look in her eye, before shaking her head.
"I say we wait a bit before 'touching' the castle, perhaps once we get a bit more… information," she stated, and Bedivere just sighed, and on the pair went into the night. Walking down the street, Euryale leading before turning the corner with her dutiful ally close behind.
The next hour they spent walking was a surprisingly pleasant one, at least for a little while. Until Bedivere suddenly stopped when they neared the wharf, and looked out towards the sea. A few steps later, Euryale did the same, and turned, looking out in the same direction.
"...You felt that, didn't you, just barely?" Euryale questioned, and Bedivere closed his eyes.
"Yes… that mana could only be one thing…" he muttered, and she closed her eyes. Such hateful energy… an Avenger had appeared, somewhere, out there. Far out to sea, to the northwest. A heavy concern, but nothing that they could deal with at the moment.
"Sad as it may be, we shall have to leave it alone," Euryale added as the energy rapidly began to dissipate. She wondered, just who was it that had been brought to this world? Which Avenger… was it any they knew? Perhaps the false maiden, perhaps the evils of the world, or that dreadful count.
"Shall we continue onward?" Euryale suggested and Bedivere, slowly, nodded his head, and together they walked onward. Examining warehouses, watching the sky and the sea. It was a peaceful night, save the two interruptions.
"Perhaps one of these shall serve as our base soon enough… perhaps if we can find our Casters?" Euryale started, staring at a relatively large warehouse that seemed to be rather empty. Bedivere raised his hand to his chin, and hummed, contemplating her suggestion as she walked forward before touching the door.
Cold steel, study at least. And the door was large enough for Asterios when they found him. It would serve the purpose she wanted for it nicely. "Shall we head back 'home' sir Bedivere?"
"...I would suggest against it, the owner will want his house back," Bedivere reminded her… ah what a spoilsport. She looked back at the warehouse. Perhaps they would have to use this already?
"Then let's take our base here shall we? Not like anyone is going to need it~" she said, walking inside with a smile on her face, Bedivere sighing, but following as she looked around. There were a few large containers meant to store goods inside, and a second floor with a catwalk system and a nice large office section overlooking the entire floor of the spacious warehouse. Oh it would serve wonderfully after… many, many improvements.
So began the story of the Goddess, and the knight that stood beside her. Their tale of peace, yet chaos. Diplomacy, and war. Vale had a new enterprise in town, a goddess with a simple, honest yet grand goal.
AN: And that's the final servant of the main classes. And there's the lineup. Hektor, Asterios, Jason, EMIYA, Odysseus, Sieg and Euryale... and yet there is one final player who has to step onto the stage. Stay tuned for the final chapter of the rising curtains. Avenger.