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The being watched from the realm between dimensions; she was the goddess of dimensions, the delta link Sozuy; she enjoyed watching the different dimensions and seeing what happened in some of the heroes would sail the high seas in search of adventure or fight massive, almost indestructible monsters, in other they use robots to do battle, but in one was the most interesting where heroes were called forth to fight in a free for all to claim the holy grail. Still, there was no variety in the heroes they summoned, and they constantly repeated the same time over and over again. Hence, she looked forward in time, and one caught her attention, a seven on seven with all new heroes, but then a mischievous smile crossed her face as a notepad and a magic pen appeared in her hand, and she started writing.
somewhere inRomania.
"You're not even supposed to exist!" A slightly feminine voice sounded as the sound of two swords clanking together as two fully armored figures crossed their blades.
"Well, I do, so just get over it, lady!" a voice returned as the bigger set of armor was sent tumbling backward before catching himself, the helmet once placed on his head currently in two pieces on the ground next two the other armor.
"I know exactly who you are even behind the helmet of yours!" yelled the woman, her all-black armor and triangle face mask covering her eyes seemed to pulse with recognition of just who she was fighting.
"Buckle, bend under the weight of your own lie! cry and burst with rage at the Fake knight!" the man started chanting as he lifted his crimson-colored sword in the air. Her teeth clenched together as she all so raised her blue and silver blade.
"a noble phantasm is, then here you go!" She screamed, the blade hilt blossoming as she began chanting as well. "O body, meet a glorious death for the prosperity of Camelot! Feel the seething rage of this planet!"
"Hoax blade Camelot!"
"Clarinet blood Arthur!" They yelled simultaneously; his sword of darkest black twisted flames clashed against hers of steep blue flames colors consuming a massive chunk of ground with it.
A week prior, Archer's master.
He looked at the prospective summons, and sweat poured down his face; the servant was not what he expected; she wasn't an ancient Greek hero; no, the archer was a young woman of Asian origin; she wore a school uniform that consisted of a short skirt a tan vest and a short sleeve shirt her hair was brown and was cut short with one side pulled back by two clips.
"So, is it you who is my master," she said, rubbing the side of her hair in exasperation.
"Oh, I guess I think," he seemed startled after saying that. "Sorry, who are you, unless you are Atalanta the geek Hunter?" he asked, running his hand through his curly brown hair.
"No, I am not Atalanta. Whoever that is," she answered, placing a hand on her hip.
Lancer's master.
She stood stunned as the big man set himself on the floor, taking a swig from a bottle of something. This was most definitely not Karna, the son of the sun god; for one, he looked more like a European pirate. He had a broad frame covered in scars a white navy coat covered his shoulders he; he also had a black bandana that he wore on his head, along with a large white mustache; he was an older man too.
"Tell me, young Lass, are you going to be my master?" he asked, taking another swig.
"Yes, I'm your master," she explained, nibbling on a piece of hair nervously.
Rider & caster's masters.
The twins fell backward as the two servants; the rider was not Greek but a young Japanese kid with white hair that fell to just above his eyes and with a world war, one like German uniform that was blue with red cuffs, his face had a Grimm exasperation on it, his voice sounded like a soft Howell YouTube as he spoke.
"Are you the one who is supposed to be my master?" he asked as he bowed on one knee
"Uhh, yes, I am." the older twin said, surprised at the question. "And who are you?"
"My name is not important ." the white-haired boy spoke, rising to his feet. As for the caster was not even the same gender; she was a voluptuous woman with dark skin and got pink hair parted down the center; she also had flower-shaped irises, and she wore a firemen's coat with a fur-lined hood and a white dress underneath.
"Is this gravel supposed to be my master? Ahh, how unsightly." She said, folding her arms.
Berserker's master.
His narrowed at the sight of a pick black figure and blood-red eyes that glowed in the darkroom; his tunic was just as black as the man's skin, and judging by his ears which were sharp as a knife, he seemed to have summoned a dark elf.
"Ki-kill kill th-the he Ch-chosen." The man grunted, reaching for the long sword on his back, then stopped.
"I see that's your wish?" The master asked, putting a hand to his chin in thought.
Saber's master.
He looked at the chunk stone he had in his hand, and a sense of unease set in; he was guaranteed a saber, but that was precisely what made him feel uncomfortable; he was a necromancer, a mage of the night, someone that one of the three knight classes especially the saber he would never get along with.
"Well, here goes nothing," he said, placing the piece of stone on the ground at the center of the magic circle and stepping back.
"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let (color of the catalyst) the color I pay tribute to / Let my great Master (your ancestor's surname) be the ancestor*
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!
An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!" He chanted as a bright light filled the graveyard before it quickly faded and revealed a short, dark-haired woman who wore a de black samurai kimono with a long white coat, and her hair was put up in a side ponytail.
"My name is Rukia Kuchiki, and Captain of the thirteen-court guard squads," she announced, folding her arms together with pride; the man's eye twitched. That damn old man gave him something faulty.
"Uh, Kairi Sisigou, I'm your master, and sorry, what, what is a court-guard squad? Is that an order of Knights?" he asked, a look of bewilderment on it.
"I guess you could call it that," she said with a big smile on her face.
Black faction's base.
Darnic and a man in light red armor stands over the corpses of almost a hundred mages watching as the cancer servant does her work, her blood-covered trident tearing through the mage's body with little to no resistance. Dodge rolling to the side as a gunder spell hurtled past her; her armor was made of twisted metal that almost made it look almost like a primal beast, and the heavy child she used to block any melee attack that got too close to her.
"is this all the mages of this world have to offer? I am sourly disappointed you all couldn't even put a scratch on me." She said, setting her glowing blood-covered trident on her shoulder Darnic couldn't help but feel a little better after that; he had to admit he was worried since she wasn't Vlad, the impeller, neither was she of the same country nor of the same class but of the rider class. Still, with this display, all of his worries whore put at ease. They had just sent their declaration of war to the mages' assertion.
"Are you sure this is the best thing for us to do neither of us are the servants you meant to summon?" a man said behind the former German officer.
"Caster, it is fine if you're noble phantasm is as powerful as you say it is then. Then we shouldn't have anything to worry about. Anyway, the other summoning will begin soon, so we best return." he said, placing a hand on his hip and walking by the cloaked individual.
"Don't worry about that; trust me, it is." the cloaked man said, moving in line behind Darnic and the man with armor who made a clicking sound with his tongue as a horse in heavy cavalry horse armor appeared from thin air.
"Gareth is gonna kill me if she wore to find out that I'm using her mount." The man in red armor said as he mounted the steed, his helmet slightly shuttering as he adjusted himself.
"What was that saber?" the only woman said of the group said, whistling, and on her mount appeared a shaggy horse with two horns jutting from the sides of its head.
"Nothing, just thinking of the past." He said, thinking they still had yet to summon a lancer, Archer, berserker, and assassin. It was initially planned for the rest to be summoned at the same time, but Gordo got impatient and summoned Saber; that's why he was here, and the rider was a mistake as lancer was supposed to be instead, and who knew what was with caster and that glowing purple orb he called his noble phantasm. An uneasy feeling came over the saber as the caster, and Darnic flickered out of sight with the sound of static. His jaw tightened in an uncomfortable feeling.
...
Later.
As the Rider took her place on the throne and the three masters took their places to summon three of the remaining servants, saber felt his dread mount as he sat on the ground and closed his eyes, and thought back again to images of his life long gone taken from him by a fellow knight, the silver-hair of the woman he loved, her fake and dead smile, his oath to the very same girl and to the broken child that he saw in her. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt the coming light fade.
...
The entire group's eyes collectively widened as the servant that could only berserker stood latched to their saber, tears spilling from under her Black veil.
"Did I truly summon a Berserker?" the boy with glasses asked as his servant continued to hug the saber tightly. "I imagined a bit more of a brute force attack against you, even if you two already knew one another." he continued as he scratched his cheek with one finger.
"Well, this is a bit awkward for us all." a man in a red and white tunic said, his ornate lance against his shoulder and his spiky blonde hair put up in a ponytail.
"It's all really boarish to me, a birdman said, crossing his wing-like arms across his chest, and his dark blue feathers bristled with the movement.
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Sozuy finished writing the stuff in her notepad, and her eyes flickered up to a shadowy figure in the corner of her small domain.
"What are you doing, Delta link?" the male voice said with a stern tone in its voice. She quickly closed her book and hugged it to her chest.
"oh, Alpha link, nothing. I'm doing nothing at all." She said, panicked.
"yeah right." the voice returned skeptically, one spiral-shaped open, seemingly peering into her soul. "If I find a change in any of the dimensions, I will erase you from all timelines; you do understand, stand that," he said, vanishing again into the shadows again. She sighed, slumping down before another binding made itself known. This one's voice is more boyish with his speech, and the boy's figure hanging upside down by a lemur tail from an invisible tree branch.
"you did it again, didn't you? Delta, you screwed with the dimensions, I mean?" He asked expectantly. "Come on, let me see. I just want to see." He begged.
"fine, beta. I did fiddle with one a bit." She sighed again and handed him the notepad; he read over it, summoned his own magical pen, and jotted it down before putting a hand under his upside-down chin and nodding approvingly.
"What did you do?" She questioned, ripping her pad back from him.
"No, don't worry, not much, just adding something I think would give it an amazing flayer and used my power to hide everything we changed and added from the Alpha or Omega links." He said, swinging back and forth on his tail before fading away into the darkness. She sighed, looking over the changes that Beta put in before laughing at the sheer insanity of what he put in there.
Some church in Romania.
The dark-skinned priest looked at the book in his hand; it showed the roster of the servants of Rad and frowned as he realized that he only recognized one name, Semiramis, his servant, and that three more grail summoned classes like shielder, another saber and avenger as well as the other ruler.
???
The three looked at each other, but no words passed between them until, finally, the only man spoke in a raspy voice.
"Never f-forget n-never forget." It was harsh on the other two's ears as they faced the man who looked like a shadow with two beady red lights for eyes, and he was dressed in a ww1 British military uniform, holes riddled the cloths, and the helmet slumped down over his face partially.
"I see this is what I'm stuck with," the woman with a mask over her eyes and full black armor with two horns jutting back words from her shoulder plates said, frowning.
"let's do our best!" the second girl exclaimed, putting her hands up happily, her black armor freely allowing the movement and the massive black shield on her back not seeming to slow her down any.
With Saber of Red and her master.
"you don't have any reservations about the fact I'm a necromancer," Kairi asked, scratching his forehead.
"my group literally deals with the dead daily. I am a Shinigami or soul reaper; while we proffer you didn't raise the dead, things have changed significantly in the past few years; you are more likely just to get a minor talking to lately," she said matter of fact as she draws a poor drawing of a rabbit doing something he couldn't tell as she showed them to him.
A/N
Wellp, here I go making my life harder than it is by adding a third to my really poor and inconsistent updates schedule. Anyway, you can thank my never-ending and expanding roster of dumb ideas for the books I probably will never finish. Anyway, this is more of a stopgap until my brain stops fucking with me, and just so you know, Saber of Black is a complete OC; he's not based on any historical figure or anything actual Knight of the round table, as for those who are reading my other two books I'm in a mutual block for both of those sorry I am trying I'm sorry.