Hi folks, I'm back once again. I lied, I think. I'll write this fanfic almost parallel with the Fate/Halo fic; it's far from abandoned. My apologies for any confusion. I've been a little busy this year, and I hope with my fingers crossed that I can get working on a better work-life balance and all my other interests. Anyway, I found this part of the crossover section less active and could use a fresh breath of life, so why not?
To be clear, I had a few tagging issues. So, this asks if post-UBW Archer and Shiki Ryougi (with Mikiya Kokutou, Azaka, and Mana in tow) ended up in Young Justice. I'm going to give Azaka magic circuits because I think it would be funny. With that, I encourage you to enjoy the story and watch me accidentally confuse plotlines between this and the Halo fic. EMIYA's inclusion was not an excuse to classify this as an FSN/YJ fic rather than a KNK/YJ fic by FFN.
Please be warned that I might throw in Kanji occasionally.
Heroic Spirit EMIYA could already feel the pull out of this world. Bit by bit, he felt lighter and lighter, a distinct blue glow emanating from his body. Behind him, he could feel the warmth of an emerging sun to the east, born again. Ahead of him was Rin Tohsaka, sobbing about his choice not to contract with her and simply letting the winds take him once again.
"Rin, look after me."
"As you know, I'm a bit hopeless. Give me a shoulder to lean on."
"Archer…" Rin said weakly as if she still had trouble believing what was occurring before her, perhaps in partial denial of what was happening, though he could see an ounce of acceptance in her tear-ridden eyes, "Yeah, I know."
"I'll do my best," she said even more firmly, turning from a murmur to an assertation, a promise she would keep.
"I'll try my hardest to ensure he doesn't become a twisted jerk like you. I'm pretty sure he'll try to learn to like himself! So, you do the same!"
Archer's smile widened with relief. Half his body was already gone, and the rest faded rapidly. At this rate, maybe less than a minute before Alaya would pull him off to another warzone at best. His hair blew in the wind, getting all ruffled up, resembling that of his former self, "Don't worry, Tohsaka…"
"…I'll try my best from now on, too." He said with finality and rare happiness as he savored his last moments with his master from the Holy Grail War. He wouldn't rule out that boy possibly becoming like him… but he had faith in Rin, something deep down in his heart of broken glass, that Shirou wouldn't end up like him… And maybe, just maybe, that heart was beginning to mend itself. He wondered what Saber would choose to do…He banished the thought as the last of his body was banished to the wind, and he prepared to return to the service of Alaya after this brief break from the torturous killing. He had regrets, but the only thing he could do now was move forward inspired but grounded.
One could imagine his surprise when he felt a strange sensation. A snapping sense, that connection with Alaya no longer answering as it should have. His skin felt cold, the wind rushing against him at breakneck speeds, taking away his warmth as he felt his body suddenly falling through the air to what appeared to be in front of a small mountain next to what seemed to be a medium-sized town. It maybe was around a few meters above the ground, but he was caught entirely off guard by the disorienting phenomena and the shock of the severed connection with the Counter Force. As a result, EMIYA unceremoniously landed face-first right next to a lush green knoll, right at the outskirts of the town, masking his presence from any onlookers. He scowled, cursed his luck, and wondered what had happened to him. He was working off an assumption that this was another job from the Counter Force. Yet, he could not feel the domineering influence of Alaya on his body and mind. His mouth and nose were making themselves comfortable, making him kiss the ground unintentionally.
Such thoughts lasted for only a few seconds before he picked himself up and dusted off some of the particles of soil that had come into contact with his clothing. No matter how much he dusted those clothes or drenched them in water, he could never wash away the regret or the blood that he continued to spill as he continued this endless journey. He opened his eyes at the scene around him; a glimpse revealed the town beyond. It was… unknown to him. Whenever he was deployed to a time and place by the Counter Force, he would always be given a degree of information about the area, essential events, and the objective at the minimum… yet he did not sense any here. His eagle-like view allowed him to see a sign from far away. "Sandbar," it read. EMIYA almost instantaneously recognized the Latin alphabet, meaning he was probably no longer in Japan... With some basic guessing from his previous deployments around history and the world… it was possible he was somewhere in the United States or Canada. More specific information was not forthcoming; he had grown somewhat reliant on Alaya giving him as a Counter Guardian the necessary information on where and when he was.
With no one else around him in sight, his mind began to race as he tried to find an explanation for the current predicament. Never since the beginning of his service as a Counter Guardian had any experience coming close to this one. Could it be that he was summoned into another Holy Grail War? A botched summoning, perhaps? Like Saber? He attempted to assume the spiritual body he was accustomed to utilizing whenever he was on patrol and did not want to be seen. When EMIYA tried to do so, he felt something was fundamentally preventing him from assuming astral form. Well, he hoped that helped to answer one of his lingering questions.
Great… so there was a chance he was improperly summoned and with a possibly malfunctioning Grail. If that was the case, then there should be his own master somewhere near here. If his theory was correct, it couldn't be more than several dozen at worst. He felt what he believed was a fragile contract between himself and this hypothetical master… but if he had to be honest, he'd rather be in another Grail War than any alternative. His gaze returned to the area around him, his back facing toward the town, his eyes glued to the forest ahead of him. Perhaps it is there that he began to see a degree of movement further inside the forest. It was followed up by shouting… he could understand the tone, but the words were clearly in Japanese. He edged closer, still unsure about his position overall and if these people were hostile.
As Archer advanced further into the forest, he came across a rather intriguing scene involving what appeared to be four figures. All of them, exempting one, appeared to be in their late teens or young adulthood: three girls and one boy. One of them reminded him of Rin Tohsaka, without the pigtails. Another girl looked much plainer, albeit wearing a strange combination of an azure kimono and a red leather jacket overlaying it. The boy wore grey and black with a more casual and contemporary look. His hair was shorter, and his glasses rested before his blue eyes. He could be of a similar age to the one dressed in the leather jacket. The final one appeared to be a little girl with bright blue eyes; she couldn't have been more than a few years old. She was holding the hand of the woman with short hair and brown eyes.
"Azaka," the man told the woman with longer hair in a calm yet caring tone, "Deep breaths. I doubt that this is your fault. The only thing we can do now is look around and find the closest town or village and get ourselves reoriented."
Azaka appeared to pace around rather anxiously, though the man's words seemed to soothe her to a degree. EMIYA could still sense that the girl seemed to be under a great deal of pressure, almost akin to if a child returned to their parent with a poor grade, afraid of the judgment of their family. Eventually, the girl stopped in place; her breath slowed to one much calmer, and she began examining her surroundings, stating rather tiredly, "I'm just concerned it because of something I may have misinterpreted from Aozaki-sensei's assignments… but you're right. It was probably that weird old guy."
Aozaki… EMIYA had heard that name before on his travels. Who hadn't? The Aozaki sisters were rather famous for being unparalleled in the craft of puppets and the other in obtaining the Fifth Magic… He may have been a third-rate Magus in his life, but the sheer degree of extended interaction meant that he would hear of them very often… his memory was still very unclear from that time, but some essential details remained lucid for him. The Aozaki sisters were an integral part of the recent history of the Moonlit World, even if he could not remember their names. As for any "weird old men," EMIYA was much less sure about what it may refer to… but one thing remained clear in his mind: these people were part of the Moonlit World, whether one of them was his master, it was worth investigating them.
Maybe that's when Archer's eye caught a glimpse at the hand of the child from all that distance away; it did not appear that anyone else had noticed the mark of… that of a master… and he began to feel the contract now. It didn't suddenly materialize; it had been there since he had arrived; it just had been so weak that even he hadn't noticed it… a small child accidentally contracting a Heroic Spirit would explain many of his questions. As his eyes darted toward the rest of the group, watching diligently, trying to gather further information on this mystery, he made eye contact with the woman in the kimono and jacket. Who he assumed was either his master's mother or primary caregiver. Even though all the dense foliage separated him and that woman, it was clear that she had sharp eyes.
"Shiki, what are you staring at?" said Azaka, seemingly puzzled by what EMIYA guessed was her friend. He wasn't entirely sure what the relationships between the various members of the group were.
"Someone is watching us," Shiki replied to Azaka, not once diverting her eyes from the area where Archer had positioned himself. For some reason, Archer felt as if there was a chill running down his back the more that he looked back into those eyes that seemed like a void. His gaze was relatively unfazed as he continued staring back, but he needed to consider his next step.
The boy decided to speak first, "In the bad way or…?" he said, walking up to Shiki with a severe look and directing his eyes directly toward where Shiki was using her own. Though Archer could tell this man was not able to see as clearly as Shiki was, "Should Mana and I…?" Leave while this Azaka and Shiki hold him off was the unspoken part of that sentence… and now EMIYA had finally learned the given name of his master… Mana. What a strange name; it couldn't have been a coincidence. Parents knowingly exposed to the Moonlit World would not be prone to making such a simple error when selecting such a name. The more he looked, the more apparent they were family… which complicated things far more than if his master were being held hostage by kidnappers.
"Mikiya, Azaka, stay close," Shiki murmured to her family as she deftly brought out a knife, holding the grip in reverse, the blade's tip facing backward. She brought up her left arm in front, such that one of the edges was now facing in the general direction of Archer. EMIYA knew that he was on a knife's edge of accidentally creating a rather severe confrontation between himself and what she presumed was either the mother or aunt of his master. If he had to guess, the Mikiya and Azaka characters seem to be siblings or share a relationship. That was another matter, however. He knew that the longer he participated in this rather tense standoff, the more likely that tension would get so turbid that it would become nigh impossible to breach with his entire repertoire of Broken Phantasms. If this woman who was to face him down would be the rock in this analogy, then he would have to concede and become malleable to the whims of his master's guardians.
Archer leaped off the branch that he had perched himself atop, falcon falling to the ground with a great deal of grace that few would even dream of replicating. He remained calm yet stern in the motions of his own body and that of his face. EMIYA observed as he trod closer to the group, counting his paces silently. The death stare with the woman of void continued as he moved closer. It seemed almost like a game of cat and mouse, albeit he wasn't quite sure if he was the hunter anymore. Almost as if he were prey being sized up by this Shiki. Soon enough, he had emerged in full view of the group. He closed his eyes, opening his hands to demonstrate that he was unarmed. Not that he would tell them that he could summon Chinese falchions fashioned after 陰 and 陽 at a moment's notice. He opened his eyes, locking them with every single member of the group. Tension still ran thick through the air, each of them having a look of preparation and determination if he was indeed a hostile figure. So, he decided to slice through it. He bowed ever so slightly, lowering his head before perking it up again. "Servant Archer," he said rather dryly, though a minute degree of amusement at the situation was betrayed by his tone, turning his attention to the young girl intrigued by his sudden appearance, "You must be my master then…"
If the Heroic Spirit and Counter Guardian had gone by the class name of "Archer" in the last Holy Grail War, he had to say what were his best first contacts in potentially hostile situations that he could remember; this was one of them. Granted, he could only count the number of times he could remember on a single hand. He was sure there were times before that, but he believed it would be best to win the family's trust slowly and steadily, though it seemed the child had already concluded her judgment for him. She trusted him; she was much more perceptive than she initially let on. At least he had gotten the original introductions out of the way. The name of the family was Ryougi, though Azaka was a Kokutou. If he had to guess, the husband must have changed his name to the wife's. That was largely irrelevant to his mission, though. Still, he had learned something: he had been sent to an alternative world, at least, that was the theory posited by the family of his master. It made too much sense; the era was too modern, yet the mana density in the air was too high to suggest he had been summoned closer to the end of the Age of Gods; it could not be Reverse Side either.
"… a Heroic Spirit huh… a Servant?" Mana repeated those words with awe, in a strange dichotomy of fully and incompletely understanding the implication of what those words truly meant to a person. "… and your whole job is helping and protecting me?"
Archer settled for a mildly more friendly tone of voice to convey to his master. Once again, those bright blue eyes and ashen hair did little to prevent him from being reminded of Rin Tohsaka. Was it cosmic luck that this sort of thing had occurred? Did the Counter Force have a dark sense of humor reminding him of all he lost on his endless journey of bloodshed?
"And you can help us with anything?"
While he would have customarily rebuffed such a forward request from a master, Archer felt in his heart something that told him to go and humor her. After all, his past self wasn't entirely wrong at all, "Anything to the best of my ability. Your safety is my priority, with your wishes being a close second."
"Well, I guess you can't get us home… can you tell us where we are?" That child had somehow already concluded that even a Heroic Spirit could not breach the barrier between worlds… and somehow, already on a subconscious level, understood that perhaps the world they were in now was not the same as the one they had lived in. Or maybe he was just overthinking this, and his master was thoroughly unimpressed.
Regardless of what his master thought of him, it did not appear that she intended to use him for malicious activity, which was genuinely a relief. Even Rin had summoned him with the intent to win a war that was, in effect, a battle to the death. "It's relatively clear, Master. We are in the Northeast United States. America." He said the general name clearly to the child, so there was a better chance that she would comprehend where she was.
"Well, if we all emerged here, it's clearly an area of magical distortion," Mikiya stated to the group, "There must be something special about this place. If it was random, then it's unlikely we'd end up just on the outskirts of a small town. It's far more likely we would have to
"Shiki, you can't see anything off about the place we dropped from with your eyes?" Mikiya inquired calmly to his wife. It seemed that he wasn't really expecting much. Suppose Archer had to guess what was going through that man's mind, probably the equivalent of hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. EMIYA wasn't sure what kind of "eyes" the man was referring to. Maybe there was something special about those eyes that Shiki had. It was a question that he would have to ask about later.
Regardless of whatever his master's father was talking about, the mother's shaking head confirmed the fears of Mikiya Ryougi that there wasn't an obvious way back to wherever they had come from. Archer was far less bothered that he was in an alternate dimension, especially now that he had found his master. But it made him mildly anxious about what could have caused the severance of his link with the Counter Force itself.
"There's a small city around two kilometers away from here," Archer said briefly to the rest of the group. He turned toward the settlement he had seen earlier and pointed his finger in that direction, "That way."
Mana seemed to pause briefly before she started tugging on Archer's cloak. He predictably looked down to see the problem with his master when he realized she must have been incredibly exhausted from being shifted through an entire world, especially as a young child. So he asked her, "Master, do you wish for me to carry you there?" He looked to the mother and father, meeting their eyes of acquiescence and acceptance. EMIYA turned his eyes back to that of Mana, who was nodding with a trusting smile. With that, he graciously scooped up the child and began walking toward the group's destination, with the rest of the family following close behind him.
"Touko mentioned something about these Heroic Spirits," Azaka whispered to her brother, "Even for her, knowledge is scant. But she mentioned something about not being necessarily good. They just have to be remembered."
"He swears loyalty to the safety of your niece. Since we're following him, I think we're taking him at his word anyway," Mikiya shrugged at his sister's skepticism but sighed after exchanging a look with her, "For what it's worth, if a Heroic Spirit is as strong as you say it is, then if it had poor intentions for us, then there's nothing we can really do about it." As opposed to his sister's rather stressed-out posture and body movements, Mikiya adopted a rather calm demeanor that seemed almost second nature, at least in the view of EMIYA.
"Maybe," said Azaka as she tensed up after once again seeing that Archer was holding Mana in his arms. Archer figured Azaka and Mana enjoyed a relatively close relationship despite not being her parent. Again, he operated purely on guesswork and reacted to a new environment with limited information. "But it can't be a coincidence that all of us, minus Mana, look much younger than usual," reasoned Azaka.
Shiki decided to weigh in, seemingly observing the conversation, and Archer, with a great deal of perception, concluded, "If he wanted to kill us, then he wouldn't be such an idiot to allow us to flee. Only a certain kind of fool, a genuine one, would voluntarily make himself a servant to a child. I will trust him."
Azaka and Mikiya listened to Shiki's thoughts on Archer and decided to hold off on any further criticisms of the mysterious Heroic Spirit, and there was a dreadful silence that encapsulated the group before it was shattered as Mikiya finished rummaging through his bag, "I just realized we don't have any sort of identification."
Azaka looked down into her handbag and shoved aside a sizeable book inside to get into her wallet, no doubt having a fair amount of cash on hand, counting each bill carefully before turning to her brother, "Do you have any money on you? I have a bit of Yen and Dollars."
Mikiya stopped in his tracks for a second before taking out his wallet and meticulously auditing every bill that passed through his fingers before his shoulders dropped in defeat as he murmured, "Yes, but it's all in Yen."
Shiki interjected forcefully before her husband or sister-in-law could get another word about their current financial situation, "We're going back to Mifune, then." So, she wanted to return to the family estate that Mana described earlier. Whatever plan that was would make things far more complicated. It would be far easier to fabricate all the relevant documentation here rather than take the time to forge an identity back in this reality's version of Japan. They had previously discussed that it would be most wise to assume identities here, though Shiki had been particularly insistent about not assuming a pseudonym.
"What a dreadful round trip you're attempting to create. But if you're so insistent, I have my ways of ensuring we get on a flight. It's not foolproof, but it'll get us back to Japan," Archer expressed to the Ryougi family as he continued moving toward the municipality, some of the houses already coming into view. Getting a better view now, it looked like a lovely seaside town that some older people might have chosen to retire to and still has a significant fishing industry.
"It's not like we'll be in Japan for long," Mikiya surmised, "Then we'll have to return here to continue watching for any changes in the anomaly that brought us here."
Mana yawns, clearly still exhausted from a cross-dimensional journey.
Azaka learned the name of this town from a sign telling them they were welcome to the town of Happy Harbor. Maybe it was good that she had actually paid attention in English class during her tenure at her High School. That is to say that people could still tell she wasn't a native speaker. She and the rest of the group paused as they passed through the denser parts of the town. Her head perked at the news playing on a television, sheathed by the glass. "This just in from our correspondents in Central City. Famed Supervillain, Captain Cold, was defeated and apprehended by the Flash and Kid Flash."
"Daddy! What kind of name is that?" Mana expressed to her father in her native Japanese, tugging on the bottom of his shirt to grab his attention. Azaka wondered for a second how the girl could pick out the name like that in a sea of an unfamiliar language. This was before she remembered that whenever she was babysitting the young Mana, she would let the young girl read some of her older shoujo manga, which the girl strangely was much more interested in than whatever was playing on traditional television. Maybe that would explain a lot of it.
Azaka, lost in thought, zoned out before refocusing on the news report in front of them: "…despite Cold's prolific criminal record, he is again on the road to jail as the two speedsters ran circles around them." Speedsters? What could she possibly mean by that? She recognized the first part of the word but was having trouble figuring out the entire word. That was until the news channel switched on the clip of two men, one in yellow and the other in red, rushing faster than the eye could catch around a man holding what looked like a fur coat and a gun. Azaka was aghast at how public these demonstrations of the supernatural persons were in this world. Aozaki-sensei was relatively clear about how much they would have to conceal themselves in this Moonlit World. The powers themselves were novel in themselves, but were they any more novel than manipulating memories or her specialty in Spontaneous Combustion?
Apparently, the others in the group were equally as stunned as they stared at the screen, listening and looking over every detail with interest as the news reporter droned on about similar heroes in the news across the country. The pregnant pause in the group's actions was sliced through like a hot knife through butter, "Wow, so there are heroes that act like a Seigi no Mikata exist here?" Mana expressed, her eyes glowing with excitement and a degree of adoration as she looked at the screen again and saw heroes that would generally be confined to the fictional setting.
Archer's eye twitched at the phrase; it seemed to have lasted less than a second, but only Azaka noticed it. Privately, she was glad that this Heroic Spirit was rather considerate regarding his actions and decided to don a trench coat that obscured his blackened battle armor and his vibrant red shroud that mirrored that coloration of blood.
Nevertheless, it appeared that Mana's comment had snapped everyone else out of the culture shock of the difference in the treatment of mystery in this world. Archer's posture changed, as did his tone of voice, but she couldn't quite place an emotion it had shifted to, "Heroes, motivated by vengeance? Or not wanting to see people in their view cry?" She wasn't sure if it sounded like jealousy or skepticism, but she chose to banish any more of her own regarding the mysterious Heroic Spirit for the time being. Though as she was listening to his phrasing, she noticed that he had an ever so faint accent from Western Japan but did not comment on this either.
Shiki decided to pitch in, in her classic way, as she turned to walk away and turned her head to the group, "It changes nothing and everything." Her sister-in-law sighed and rubbed the back of her head before beckoning the others to depart like she was quick. If Azaka had to be perfectly honest with anyone, she had moved past her original apprehension for Shiki long ago, especially given how she had eventually moved on from her… taboo. But some things continued to define Shiki in a unique way she had never seen in any other person.
Regardless of whether their homes in Japan were similar or different in this reality, they would have to spend their time near the area where they emerged, waiting patiently for any new disturbances to appear in Happy Harbor, Rhode Island. Azaka was unsure if she wanted to meet a potential alternate version of herself or if that alternate self never existed in this world. Regardless, she could feel a pang of anticipated homesickness already stick itself like a serrated spear to her heart. They could visit occasionally from time to time. She was again interrupted from thinking as her legs ached, and the group finally entered a train station that would lead them to their destination.
While she was initially concerned, given the group's lack of identification whatsoever, Archer had his way with machines, quickly identifying the mechanism at the ticket machine that would print their tickets as valid without any doubt. If this man had such proficiency in machines, she had to wonder what sort of hero this man could have been in his past life.
The train ride was largely uneventful, save for a few discussions by locals whispering if a new Asian restaurant had opened in the area. She figured that there weren't many Asian people living in this area, though she felt a hint of annoyance when she heard it. Shiki wearing a white kimono raised a few eyebrows in Japan; wearing it in America? Such a bizarre clothing choice would be sure to attract attention. But getting Shiki to wear more modern clothing was as likely as her getting a nice piece of takoyaki on this train.
In the seating arrangement while on the train, Archer and herself were placed right next to one another, with her brother's family sitting in the rows behind them. Her hands felt cold in this air-conditioned box of a train. It looked a lot dirtier than the trains she was accustomed to on the Shinkansen or the Tokyo Metro. Looking to her left, she found Archer largely unbothered by the cold temperatures. If it was just by chance, Archer turned to her and leaned into a whisper: "You need to get ready for when we get into the airport." He sighed, "This would have been much easier if your sister-in-law had not protested assuming a pseudonym and assuming an identity here.
The plan he was talking about involved her own Magecraft. She was a psychic with a specialty in Spontaneous Combustion. Fundamentally, her abilities with ignition Magecraft came from such psychic powers. But even then, she really needed the Salamander Gloves to command control and harness such abilities.
Until a few years ago, when Touko dropped a bombshell on her, she was still rather livid that the secret had been kept from her all that time. The secret was what she was initially told about whether she had magic circuits or not was a lie. She had them, twenty-two of high quality. The luck of the draw, apparently, according to the disgraced Aozaki. It probably was about some bullshit about trying to grow her character before she was given the true extent of her power. She could have named a million situations where it could have helped her out, but with her abilities, the range of what was possible with Magecraft had expanded entirely with such a revelation. She had eventually forgiven Touko for pulling that on her. Still, she was playing catchup, trying to deal with all the extra work that the Aozaki was sending her from abroad, including that book on Magecraft she had in her handbag. She was a third-rate, especially given her lack of experience.
But any third-rate would have to learn to manipulate the memories of those not privy to that of the Moonlit World. Manipulating people in an airport would be an application of such. Thankfully, the Salamander Skin Gloves still served as an excellent Mystic Code to direct her energy with skills she otherwise would not have.
"Don't worry, I'll have it handled," Azaka said firmly to the Heroic Spirit sitting beside her as they pulled into the train station in Boston.
Azaka's nerves felt like they were on fire when she utilized her memory manipulation of Magecraft on security to allow for her group to proceed, as well as convincing five wealthy passengers who just happened to be heading on a flight to Narita. While she felt a pang of guilt for pulling that, it was clouded by pain emanating from her magic circuits and trying not to look like she was in utter agony. The pain subsided after about a minute or two. But the pain hadn't been that acute since she had first opened them up… wait a minute, if her body had been aged down by years. She likely nearly fumbled it because while her mind had moved between worlds unaltered, her body was not. Many men and women would kill to be and look younger, but now she wasn't so sure about that.
She banished the thought as she swiped the boarding pass to enter the airplane. Archer said they should be in Japan for about a week at most. She was going to have to make the most of it. It just had to be their luck that they had to appear and fly out in the middle of a holiday for the Americans. She decided to dwell on the negatives or all the people she might never see again. Azaka Kokutou smiled as the plane's wheels divorced themselves from the ground, propelling the fuselage into the sky above, toward a familiar direction.
A/N: Please note that this story is taking second priority to the Halo/Fate crossover fic; you'll see that one in my profile. I would want to create a schedule for my releases, but given my somewhat chaotic schedule, it's still a little tricky to make one in advance. Also, if I must be honest, writing Shiki Ryougi is fun but a bit tricky. I might make a server on our favorite originally gamer-oriented messaging app that Microsoft tried buying a few years ago. You know what I mean; please note that if I make such a server, it will be shared with the Eagle's Incantation folks.