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August 22nd, 2011, 01:24 AM
Here it is, a fanfic that I posted a blurb about a while back. Unlike my Gilgamesh fic that's on hiatus, you won't have to worry about this one - I've got a good amount of backlog, and my updating time is... whenever. I'll update fairly quickly, enough to allow discussion to form and such. So, here's the first, quite short, chapter, to get a small nibbling of what's to come.



Thus, the first true battle of the Manhattan War was over.

The great dark ship floating on the Potomac River was stricken with harsh flames, the greatest lights in the city that black night, and its dread captain stood at the helm, glaring with unspeakable rage at a tiny figure on the shore. The shadows of the twilight swallowed the ship and all its crew in time, disappearing downriver, and with it went the smell of burning flesh and wood, the stench of raw destruction. This man was not near dead, but a tactical retreat on his part was close enough to a victory that the swordsman on the shore sheathed her sword and removed her battle cape, turning to face her barely conscious ally.


It was early February in the year of 1963, in the city of Washington, D.C., capital of the United States of America, premier superpower of the world, right next to the Soviet Union. This was a time of tumult, excitement, entertainment and change. John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a man of the people, was the President, Beatlemania was about to explode across the Atlantic, and the Mona Lisa came to the States. In Alabama the governor cried, “Segregation now, segregation tomorrow, and segregation forever!” months before Martin Luther would speak for freedom on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. The Korean War was just a decade old, but Vietnam loomed on the horizon already, not yet escalated to the scale that it would so famously reach.

And it was then, in Washington, D.C., that another war was beginning. It was not a war of ideals, not a war of money or land or natural resources; it was a war waged on such a small scale as to be invisible, but that was hoped to determine the future of the entire world. Beyond personal gain this war was waged, between trained magi well versed in the secret art of magecraft, to decide a victor of the currently ongoing Cold War between the Soviet Union and the United States, as well as their allies across the globe. So it was that in Washington, D.C, their war began, with twenty-three magi summoning figures from history and mythology to aid them in winning the war for their country and their own side, be it the Warsaw Pact or NATO. Such was the goal of the Manhattan Project II, a union of science, politics and magic heavily inspired by the Holy Grail War of Japan. The allusion to nuclear science and the atom bomb did not go unnoticed, but it concealed the project's true nature.

This was not the first day of this war, no, and in fact to truly understand the situation, it would be necessary to delve into the past, during the summoning of one of the many Servants, on February 3rd, 1963, in the living room of a Washington, D.C. apartment.

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For those not in the know, the spoiler here describes the general concept of it, copy/pasted directly from the Fanfic Ideas thread:

In the early-mid 1960s, inspired by the idea of the Holy Grail War, namely the Third sometime in the 30s or 40s, a multinational (read: both Soviets and otherwise) group of magi and scientists work to create a similar project. Realizing that, if humanity can split the atom then hey they can probably adapt that level of science to magecraft and create something really fancy. The goal of this is to settle the Cold War, reacting to increased tensions after the crises of the late 50's and early 60's such as the Cuban Missile Crisis. Named the Manhattan Project II as a way to hide it as yet another nuclear weapons project, the scientists and magi create their own replica of the Holy Grail, except, y'know, not tainted. The winner of the subsequent War, as a magi from either a NATO or Warsaw Pact country, would use their wish to end the Cold War with benefits to their home country. Of course, that's a definite oversight by the designers as the magi who participate learn the scope of the Manhattan Project and for the most part change their goals to more personal ones. Being untainted and the result of considerable magic and nuclear science, the Manhattan Project's replica Grail has an enhanced ability to contain mana and the power of Servants, as a design choice to enable members from every Warsaw Pact state and most NATO states to participate in the replica Holy Grail War. Due to the influence of the Holy Grail War on the Manhattan Project II, some things were kept as flavour, and others as design requirements: including the seven standard classes of the Grail War was necessary as to allocate mana more effectively by grouping the many Servants up, there are less Berserkers than other classes due to their high mana requirement, and only one Assassin, yet again Hassan, is summoned because of the fact that only one representation of any mythological or historical figure can be present, and Hassan-i Sabbah is the best fit for the Assassin archetype. Because the Throne of Heroes is entirely unconnected to the Manhattan Project, the Servants exist in-the-flesh: they are direct manifestations of the myths and stories of what would in the Grail Wars be Heroic Spirits, and so when they die they return to their places in history, unless they win the Manhattan Project. They are fundamentally magical beings when they are summoned, but ultimately, if you cut them they bleed. They're more like Saber or F/SN Gilgamesh in that way. The Servants are the actual people and at the same time not; they're amalgamations of the concept of the famous people based on who they actually were and the legends surrounding them. Other Heroic Spirit/magic rules apply, though: the older they are the more powerful they are (due to their concept having more history/experience) and the more well known they are, again, the more powerful they are, because their concept is stronger. There is no rule that states that there must be one Servant for each class, or that each class must have an equal number of Servants. The presence of Servants instead of some more scientific, non-magic deciding factor is based on the idea that secret magic is easier to conceal than all out fighting. Who believes in magic, anyways? Ha! The Manhattan Project selects heroes mostly at random, due to the collection of related artifacts being tedious, and the creators of the project wanting to get it over with already. For the most part the first summoned Servants for each class are those who fit that class best, aside from the Berserkers who, as per the Holy Grail War have a special summoning ritual, and the Servants of the magi who specifically choose who they summon. As a result some of the summoned heroes are considerably h4x due to being nearly the best in their class, such as Moses and Scathach for Caster and Achilles for Lancer. The setting is Washington, DC for its strong leylines as a result of the amount of history the place has in America, with the high number of monuments and because it's the capital of the USA. For symbolic and logical purposes the war is presided over by a member of the Church, hanging out in the Oak Hill Chapel.

So, discuss, if you'd like. Ask questions, I'll probably give answers. Not everything is entirely certain yet, so if there's something you'd really like to see in a fic like this, please feel free to mention it. Oh, and at certain points in the story, I may put up questions for you, oh readers. Things ranging from what characters should do, to which character to follow around for a chapter. That won't come up for a while, but keep your eyes peeled for them! I'm mainly hoping for comments. ;_;

Edit: Oh, and I should put some of these in here, too:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1960s - for insight as to the culture and "feel" of the era.
http://www.albireo.ch/temperatureconverter/ - because I'm Canadian, and Fahrenheit confuses me.
http://www.almanac.com/weather/history/zipcode/20001 - I wanna be accurate, guys.
http://pqasb.pqarchiver.com/washingtonpost_historical/results.html?start=0&type=historic&id= - a great resource for local events and news.


Here's the Servant profiles thread. (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/944-Wiseup%21-The-Manhattan-Project-II-Servant-Thread?p=288831&viewfull=1#post288831) Discuss the Servants and their Masters there!


Table of Contents:

Chapter I - look above, silly!
Chapter II (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=283442&viewfull=1#post283442)
Chapter III (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=284792&viewfull=1#post284792)
Chapter IV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=286084&viewfull=1#post286084)Chapter V
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=287474&viewfull=1#post287474) Chapter VI
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=290649&viewfull=1#post290649) Chapter VII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=291969&viewfull=1#post291969)Chapter VIII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=296997&viewfull=1#post296997) Chapter IX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=298469&viewfull=1#post298469)
Chapter X (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=299628&viewfull=1#post299628)
Chapter XI
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=300929&viewfull=1#post300929) Chapter XII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=302871&viewfull=1#post302871) Chapter XIII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=305485&viewfull=1#post305485) Chapter XIV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=307879&viewfull=1#post307879) Chapter XV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=314556&viewfull=1#post314556) Chapter XVI
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=321622&viewfull=1#post321622) Chapter XVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=330145&viewfull=1#post330145)
Chapter XVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=341507&viewfull=1#post341507)
Chapter XIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=345281&viewfull=1#post345281)
Chapter XX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=372477&viewfull=1#post372477) Chapter XXI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=378239&viewfull=1#post378239)
Chapter XXII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=387038&viewfull=1#post387038) Chapter XXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=390040&viewfull=1#post390040)
Chapter XXIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=405056&viewfull=1#post405056)
Chapter XXV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=417635&viewfull=1#post417635) Chapter XXVI
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=419390&viewfull=1#post419390) Chapter XXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=429669&viewfull=1#post429669)
Chapter XXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II/page83)
Chapter XXIX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=516849&viewfull=1#post516849) Chapter XXX (Christmas Update!)
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=536362&viewfull=1#post536362) Chapter XXXI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=545382&viewfull=1#post545382)
Chapter XXXII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=553397&viewfull=1#post553397) Chapter XXXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=560672&viewfull=1#post560672)
Chapter XXXIV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=563295&viewfull=1#post563295) Chapter XXXV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=565426&viewfull=1#post565426)
Chapter XXXVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=567780&viewfull=1#post567780)
Chapter XXXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=569735&viewfull=1#post569735)
Chapter XXXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=578802&viewfull=1#post578802)
Chapter XXXIX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=580353&viewfull=1#post580353) Chapter XL (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=588277&viewfull=1#post588277)
Chapter XLI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=603767&viewfull=1#post603767)
Chapter XLII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=607244&viewfull=1#post607244)
Chapter XLIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=613603&viewfull=1#post613603)
Chapter XLIV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=628168&viewfull=1#post628168) Chapter XLV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=637040&viewfull=1#post637040)
Chapter XLVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=654162&viewfull=1#post654162)
Chapter XLVII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=672681#post672681) Chapter XLVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=697196&viewfull=1#post697196)
Chapter XLIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=706024&viewfull=1#post706024)
Chapter L (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=712159&viewfull=1#post712159)
Chapter LI
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=729824&viewfull=1#post729824) Chapter LII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=732334&viewfull=1#post732334)
Chapter LIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=742577&viewfull=1#post742577)
Chapter LIV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=748850&viewfull=1#post748850) Chapter LV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=756825&viewfull=1#post756825) Chapter LVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=765794&viewfull=1#post765794)
Chapter LVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=781668&viewfull=1#post781668)
Chapter LVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=803211&viewfull=1#post803211)
Chapter LIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=817314&viewfull=1#post817314)
Chapter LX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=837657&viewfull=1#post837657) Chapter LXI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=931910&viewfull=1#post931910)
Chapter LXII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=939437&viewfull=1#post939437)
Chapter LXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=948780&viewfull=1#post948780)
Chapter LXIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=959604&viewfull=1#post959604)
Chapter LXV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=967087&viewfull=1#post967087)
Chapter LXVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=998350&viewfull=1#post998350)
Chapter LXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1001464&viewfull=1#post1001464)
Chapter LXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1007447&viewfull=1#post1007447)
Chapter LXIX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1017824&viewfull=1#post1017824) Chapter LXX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1025200&viewfull=1#post1025200) Chapter LXXI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1032554&viewfull=1#post1032554)
Chapter LXXII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1038698&viewfull=1#post1038698) Chapter LXXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1047916&viewfull=1#post1047916)
Chapter LXXIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1059476&viewfull=1#post1059476)
Chapter LXXV (Christmas Update!) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1060048&viewfull=1#post1060048)
Chapter LXXVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1083622&viewfull=1#post1083622)
Chapter LXXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1084925&viewfull=1#post1084925)
Chapter LXXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1090944&viewfull=1#post1090944)
Chapter LXXX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1122548&viewfull=1#post1122548) Chapter LXXXI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1137974&viewfull=1#post1137974)
Chapter LXXXII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1177115&viewfull=1#post1177115) Chapter LXXXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1184997&viewfull=1#post1184997)
Chapter LXXXIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1190716&viewfull=1#post1190716)
Chapter LXXXV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1196377&viewfull=1#post1196377)
Chapter LXXXVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1201071&viewfull=1#post1201071)
Chapter LXXXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1209608&viewfull=1#post1209608)
Chapter LXXXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1214882&viewfull=1#post1214882)
Chapter LXXXIX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1221475&viewfull=1#post1221475) Chapter XC (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1240945&viewfull=1#post1240945)
Chapter XCI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1252978&viewfull=1#post1252978)
Chapter XCII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1255991&viewfull=1#post1255991)
Chapter XCIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1262983&viewfull=1#post1262983)
Chapter XCIV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1264337&viewfull=1#post1264337) Chapter XCV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1269901&viewfull=1#post1269901)
Chapter XCVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1279218&viewfull=1#post1279218)
Chapter XCVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1302682&viewfull=1#post1302682)
Chapter XCVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1394949&viewfull=1#post1394949)
Chapter XCIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1456845&viewfull=1#post1456845)
Chapter C (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1512601&viewfull=1#post1512601)
Chapter CI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1627459&viewfull=1#post1627459)
Chapter CII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1741887&viewfull=1#post1741887)
Chapter CIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1781817&viewfull=1#post1781817)
Chapter CIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1814591&viewfull=1#post1814591)
Chapter CV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1915389&viewfull=1#post1915389)
Chapter CVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1928578&viewfull=1#post1928578)
Chapter CVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1933573&viewfull=1#post1933573)
Chapter CVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1941737&viewfull=1#post1941737)
Chapter CIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1948177&viewfull=1#post1948177)
Chapter CX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1956170&viewfull=1#post1956170)
Chapter CXI
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1964907#post1964907)Chapter CXII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1981244&viewfull=1#post1981244)
Chapter CXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1983704#post1983704)
Chapter CXIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1989436#post1989436)
Chapter CXV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1993354&viewfull=1#post1993354)
Chapter CXVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2003112&viewfull=1#post2003112)
Chapter CXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2003779#post2003779)
Chapter CXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2008615#post2008615)
Chapter CXIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2009932#post2009932)
Chapter CXX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2013250#post2013250)
Chapter CXXI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2016115#post2016115)
Chapter CXXII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2017332#post2017332)
Chapter CXXIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2018546&posted=1#post2018546)
Chapter CXXIV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2020079#post2020079)
Chapter CXXV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2020579#post2020579)
Chapter CXXVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2020835#post2020835)
Chapter CXXVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2020935#post2020935)
Chapter CXXVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2021348#post2021348)
Chapter CXXIX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2021713#post2021713)
Chapter CXXX - The End (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2022370#post2022370)

Epilogue (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=2189596&viewfull=1#post2189596)

Note: you must read these following short chapters in order to understand some parts past the "General Dialogue" arc, since this introduces two new characters I was unable to put into the original story when they would be active.

Chapter I (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=837837&viewfull=1#post837837)
Chapter II (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=844415&viewfull=1#post844415)
Chapter III (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=851301&viewfull=1#post851301)
Chapter IV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=859465&viewfull=1#post859465)
Chapter V (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=881791&viewfull=1#post881791)
Chapter VI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=883391&viewfull=1#post883391)
Chapter VII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=895825&viewfull=1#post895825)
Chapter VIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=903751&viewfull=1#post903751)
Chapter IX (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=916794&viewfull=1#post916794)
Chapter X (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=929300&viewfull=1#post929300)
Chapter XI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=941236&viewfull=1#post941236)
Chapter XII
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=956945&viewfull=1#post956945) Chapter XIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=962149&viewfull=1#post962149)
Chapter XIV
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=969232&viewfull=1#post969232) Chapter XV (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1010883&viewfull=1#post1010883)
Chapter XVI (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1021386&viewfull=1#post1021386)
Chapter XVII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1028400&viewfull=1#post1028400)
Chapter XVIII (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1037180&viewfull=1#post1037180)
Chapter XIX
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1042481&viewfull=1#post1042481) Chapter XX (Final) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1051305&viewfull=1#post1051305)

Also, here's a list of all the omakes, compiled by the excellent KAIZA! Do note that these (even the titles) include a lot of unmarked spoilers, so if you haven't reached certain events in the story - especially the revelation of Saber's identity and the bulk of the General Dialogue arc - you shouldn't open this spoiler box.

Omake I (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=374531&viewfull=1#post374531)
Omake II (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=420790&viewfull=1#post420790)
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=431772&viewfull=1#post431772)Omake III (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=440100&viewfull=1#post440100)
Ramesses vs. ??? (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=682893&viewfull=1#post682893)
The Christmas Truce + Caesarko Artwork (below Chapter XXX) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=536362&viewfull=1#post536362)
Eleanor's Day Off (First Part) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=915293&viewfull=1#post915293)
Eleanor's Day Off (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=922985&viewfull=1#post922985) What if Enrico had summoned...? (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=567070&viewfull=1#post567070)
Preview to War (3rd War tease)
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1001319&viewfull=1#post1001319) Revolution (future MPII project tease) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1011837&viewfull=1#post1011837)
A Christmas Story (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1060105&viewfull=1#post1060105)

Episode 1 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=305571#post305571)
Episode 2
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=306061#post306061) Episode 3
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=306083#post306083) Episode 4
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=308740#post308740) Episode 5 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=330281#post330281)
Episode 6 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=342361#post342361)
Episode 7 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=373110#post373110)
Episode 8
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=430563#post430563) Episode 9 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=569963#post569963)
Episode 10
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=754007#post754007) Episode 11 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=758976#post758976)
Episode 12 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=892190&viewfull=1#post892190)

Alexander vs. Hannibal (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=619147&viewfull=1#post619147)

Episode 1
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446090&viewfull=1#post446090) Episode 2
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446096&viewfull=1#post446096) Episode 3 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446100&viewfull=1#post446100)
Episode 4
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446102&viewfull=1#post446102) Episode 5 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446115&viewfull=1#post446115)
Episode 6
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446156&viewfull=1#post446156) Episode 7 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=446242&viewfull=1#post446242)
Episode 8
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=463842&viewfull=1#post463842) Episode 9

(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=731108&viewfull=1#post731108) MPII CHARACTERS Q&A
Episode 1
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=769474&viewfull=1#post769474) Episode 2
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=769727&viewfull=1#post769727) Episode 3
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=769906&viewfull=1#post769906) Episode 4 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=770743&viewfull=1#post770743)
Episode 5
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=773208&viewfull=1#post773208) Episode 6 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=773417&viewfull=1#post773417)
Episode 7
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=774506&viewfull=1#post774506) Episode 8
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=774935&viewfull=1#post774935) Episode 9 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=777977&viewfull=1#post777977)
Episode 10 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=789538&viewfull=1#post789538)

Be A Man
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=730657#post730657) I'm back in the SPQR
(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=868252&viewfull=1#post868252) Show Me Your Generals

(http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=579261&viewfull=1#post579261) MANHATTAN NIGHTS
Manhattan Nights, Part 1 (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1007456&viewfull=1#post1007456)

Interesting MPII Facts! (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=785178&viewfull=1#post785178)
Caesarko - First Rough Draft (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=449444&viewfull=1#post449444)
The Nigel Conspiracy (SPOILERS) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=781945&viewfull=1#post781945)
The Armies and Napoleon's Overture (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=810425&viewfull=1#post810425)
Kiritsugu's New Catalyst (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=719397&viewfull=1#post719397)
Manhattan Project First Anniversary! (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=915293&viewfull=1#post915293)
A Thank-You to My Readers (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1060123&viewfull=1#post1060123)
MPII Summary/Guide (not for new readers!) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1215043&viewfull=1#post1215043)
Master Statistics Sheet (And Quotes!) (http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread.php/932-The-Manhattan-Project-II?p=1438775&viewfull=1#post1438775)

Caesarko by Nashoki (http://i.imgur.com/kabXU.jpg)
In-progress sketch by the long-gone original Caesarko artist (http://i.imgur.com/MsokZ.jpg)
Nashoki's Caesarko, flatchest version (http://i.imgur.com/4oYPK.jpg)
Nashoki tsundere sketch (http://i.imgur.com/CFts3.jpg)
The original Caesarko drawing
(http://i.imgur.com/G3Ud7.jpg) Second Caesarko drawing (http://i.imgur.com/JdXTe.jpg)
Bikini Caesarko, by KAIZA
(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj534/KAIZA2002/caesarkobikini2.png) Saber & Caesarko, by KAIZA
(http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj534/KAIZA2002/sabers.png) Caesarko sketch by KAIZA (http://i1266.photobucket.com/albums/jj534/KAIZA2002/caesarkostatue.png) based on this (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/06/Julius_Caesar_Coustou_Louvre_MR1798.jpg/422px-Julius_Caesar_Coustou_Louvre_MR1798.jpg).
Anniversary drawing by KAIZA
(http://i.imgur.com/z6X85.jpg) Eleanor by KAIZA
(http://i.imgur.com/44Snt.png) Nigel (head) by EXiku (http://i.imgur.com/OBPvW.png)
Eleanor by KAIZA (coloured by Five_X, skin coloured by KAIZA) (http://i.imgur.com/jlsSd.jpg)
Ilse by EXiku
(http://i.imgur.com/TIq2o.jpg) Caesarko, the Four Sabers by Vivaldi Nashoki (http://i.imgur.com/yC6QL.jpg)
Johana and her sword, by Nashoki
(http://i.imgur.com/DCYBq.png) Johana, disapproving of your shenanigans, by Nashoki (http://i.imgur.com/THCKy.png)
Ilse, dressed for the holidays, by Lilirulu
(http://i.imgur.com/ccSmK.jpg) Napoleon, by KAIZA (http://i.imgur.com/FjWmm.png)
Johana's Lancer, by KAIZA
(http://i.imgur.com/scpm3.png) Johana, by KAIZA
(http://i.imgur.com/vizsp.png) Triumph of Caesar, by EXiku
(http://i.imgur.com/nRdWC.jpg) Triumph of Caesar (coloured), by EXiku (http://i.imgur.com/gwVgePr.jpg)
Caster, Katalin and Alexei: the Soviet Trio, by Apple (http://i.imgur.com/VLxJCOT.jpg) (sorta spoilers)
Caesarko Bathing, by Lilirulu (NSFW) (http://i.imgur.com/ePJ71PR.jpg)
"Bang!" Ilse (http://i.imgur.com/6KL1kqO.jpg)
Super Action Caesarko (http://i.imgur.com/S1cva6J.jpg)
Cute young Ilse (http://i.imgur.com/Tc3ldRb.jpg)
Curvy Ilse :3 (http://i.imgur.com/gnxdpel.jpg)
Noble Caesarko (http://i.imgur.com/n4vggxd.jpg)
Moe Caesarko! (http://i.imgur.com/8QInaxf.jpg)
Younger Ilse (http://i.imgur.com/9rMqugJ.jpg)
Intense Caesarko gonna beat you (http://i.imgur.com/8caswiK.jpg)
Ilse, by Froggie (http://i.imgur.com/DwR1New.png)
Eleanor, by Kotonoha (http://i.imgur.com/YgViKjg.png)
Eleanor and Moctezuma in front of the Washington Monument, by Apple (http://i.imgur.com/X436Bcr.png)
New Caesarko, by Nashoki (http://i.imgur.com/ikLrwGQ.jpg)
Sleepy Francois, by Kotonoha (http://i.imgur.com/unSrMyH.png)
Wet T-Shirt Ilse, by Lilirulu (http://i.imgur.com/VqL8lBO.png)
Chibi Trio, by EXiku (http://i.imgur.com/m9GIThf.jpg)
Caesar's casual dress, by EXiku (http://i.imgur.com/iCBFLIb.jpg)
(WIP) Ilse: German Footballer, by EXiku (http://i.imgur.com/fQwLDEC.jpg)
Caesar's Last Stand, by KAIZA (http://i.imgur.com/cGZqm79.png)
Caesar in a bikini! by Lianru (http://i.imgur.com/OhUlmkK.png)
Johana in the Woods, by Apple (http://i.imgur.com/85FI9oe.png)
Hannibal sketch, by Phearo (http://i.imgur.com/iCcQJZj.png)
El Cid sketch, by Phearo (http://i.imgur.com/DrvFlvm.png)
El Cid vs. Hannibal, by Phearo (http://i.imgur.com/UPbm0e8.jpg)
James and Ilse's Dance, by Froggie (http://i.imgur.com/45g1sAh.png)

And, though it could be considered an omake I don't consider it one because it's special, the work you've all probably not been waiting too long for, the Manhattan Project II (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/FanFic/TheManhattanProjectII) TVTropes page! Please, add tropes to it, or even character pages and so on. Many thanks to KAIZA for setting it up! I'm not the type to add anything to it, though; not out of laziness, but because that'd kinda make me look more egotistical than I already am. This project requires your input, people! I'll be sure to bug you all about it plenty of times, unless you don't want me to.

August 22nd, 2011, 01:29 AM
Yep, very subscribed.

August 22nd, 2011, 01:38 AM
Hooray! Comments give me will to live!

Oh, I fixed the spoiler up there. Now people can actually know what is supposed to be there, so read away!!

August 22nd, 2011, 01:56 AM
Ah yeah. Ah yeah. This'll be good, I can tell.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:11 AM
Do go on. I'll be looking forward to this.

August 22nd, 2011, 03:35 AM
This...has caught my interest.

August 22nd, 2011, 08:37 AM

Interesting... I'll follow this.

Unlike my Gilgamesh fic that's on hiatus,

Wait, a Gil fic? Where?!

Ivan The Mouse
August 22nd, 2011, 10:01 AM
1960s, eh. You know, some folks are called and made to wave the flag, oooh they're red, white and blue...I mean, g'yeah. Cold War, beatniks, political radicalism and desegregation. I like this idea.

August 22nd, 2011, 01:51 PM
I think it's a good time for the second chapter, eh? The Manhattan Project is getting right ready to begin.



“By science wrought and science bound,
By magic brought and magic crowned.”

All of the furniture in James' living room had been pushed aside to the walls, opening up a space for the summoning ritual. The borders of the red symbol etched with blood and water, the fluids that proved and created life, respectively, reached the very edge of the sofa and the television set. Upon the utterance of those first two lines, the outer edge began to shimmer and the dark air began to mirage as if above a raging fire. Wind gusted through the curtains of the window, fluttering the heated symbol.

“May the grasp of fate reach back to us.
May it honour the promise of its origin.”

Another one of the concentric circles rose up with a flame, sheer red and glittering. The smell of the wind turned to that of ash and smoke. James closed his eyes and, standing directly in front of the summoning circle, prepared to recite the rest of the incantation.

“Though the strength of love and the ease of hate,
Shall this contract be sealed in my name, unbound.

Unbroken shall it be, and though the hardships may mount,
Victory will be the only goal, for honour, for my country.”

Two more circles alighted in the room, touching the points of a pentagram. James felt a strain on his left hand and forearm, as if his bones were being stretched my a machine, tearing his skin apart. He did not allow himself to look. Focus was the key. Focus. Any mishap in the ritual, a split second of interference, could not only oust him from the war, but even outright kill him from the mental stress.

“Hear my plea, O Greatness Past,
Heed my call, see the truth of my promise.

I do, in the name of the world, accept!
I accept!

Send forth unto me, unto this world,
A force of unmatched potential, a gift:”

James began panting, and sweat dripped down his forehead. All but the central rune of the circle glowed in the darkness, a thick miasma of burning, and numbness akin to being lifted into another plane. This magic was at its peak, and years of preparation would show their worth.

“Grant me, in triumph's sheath descending,
The key to sole victory-!”

The light reached a zenith, blinding James, but still he stood fast. The wind raged and the cold overturned any heat the the room had, cooling James as if he were doused in a river, drowning and unable to swim. The sheer power of the ritual scorched his mind and polluted it, threatening to burst in his brain and kill him at any moment. His left hand flashed red and seared for just a second, and then the great light had disappeared. When he opened his eyes, the ritual was over, the circle was gone, the heat had been driven away. Everything was as it had been before.

Everything, that is, but for a woman standing solemnly in front of the window, the gushing breeze blowing about her blonde hair, and her dark eyes gazing ahead, intent on the man who had brought her here to serve him in the war that was brewing. Her armour was a sharp crimson, and looked old, James wasn't sure. He never was a master of history.

However, the power emanating from her was immense, greater than a whole congregation of magi. Such was the nature of a Servant.

“G-greetings, Servant. I am your Master.” James, composing himself, made his statement as firm as he could while still be stricken with utter awe.

The woman nodded. “I understand. You bear the mark on your hand, and I sense the connection between ourselves. I approve of this contract, my Master.”

“Please, call me James Marlowe.” He bowed deeply, showing respect to this manifestation of someone who had in some way been remembered by history or in legend. James would only have this one chance, as a Master in such a grand upcoming war, to prove to his parents that they were correct in choosing him as the inheritor of the family's magic crest. He was young, yes, just out of high school, but his father, more generous than James had ever expected, put much faith in his son and so put him forth as the representative of the United States of America. With such influence backing his name, including the grace of his mother, he naturally won his place in the Manhattan Project II. This Servant in front of him was the physical proof of his strength and eligibility as a magi and now as a Master.

There was a silence that dragged on for a while. “What... exactly should we do?” James wondered aloud, hoping his Servant would be able to provide some answers.

“Naturally, we must scout the surrounding area for other Masters and Servants. Are you sure that you are the capable Master you may believe yourself to be?” James' Servant's cold derision grated on his mind, but he allowed it. He would get used to this war in time. No one could blame him for being unprepared, after all. This situation was unlike any other; even magi who were veterans of the last Holy Grail War, in the 1940s, would very possibly find this war imposing.

James led this Servant down the stairs and out the door to the outside. Along the way he could think of little to say. How does one converse with a Servant, a being old and powerful beyond normal measure? With an average person you could say, “Hullo!” and for the most part, they'd be quite responsive. A Servant, unless they're one of the more boisterous, gregarious types, is not exactly the type to strike up a conversation, especially not in the modern world. Does a Servant have knowledge of popular culture, of more recent history, or anything beyond their own time? In essence, yes, but often a Servant will not form a connection with the world they are summoned in. Imagine, if you arrived from ancient Sumeria into London! Even with knowledge of the modern day, such a thing would no doubt be strange, confusing and often irritating. These Servants, as figures from history and myth, are known for their great deeds, not for what they did from day to day. There were only a limited number of subjects that a Master could succinctly bring up with their Servants immediately after summoning.

“What, er, Servant class are you, anyways?” James asked, turning his head slightly, almost looking back at the girl walking calmly behind him.

Her lips creased into a frown and she said, “I am a Saber, Master.”

James was impressed. As far as he had been told beforehand, Saber was the overall most effective of the seven Servant classes: Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Berserker and Assassin. He had mentioned to his parents that a Saber is a specific weapon and not a name for the wielder of one, but that note was ignored. Perhaps “Fighter” or something would work, despite sounding rather generic. Oh well. It wasn't like he wrote the rules or anything. Summoning Saber was enough of a blessing, for now.

“Ah!” James snapped his fingers, and immediately the Saber reached for her sheathed sword. “Oh, it's nothing like that, I just remembered where we've got to go. There's a man at the Oak Hill Chapel that we should visit first, to check in with and confirm our status as Master and Servant in this war. It shouldn't be too hard.” James' pace changed, and he turned at the next right, going down a street leading roughly northeast. Being on a hill, the general area of the chapel was hard to miss, and though it wasn't the largest church in the city, it was one of the oldest, and most famous.

The chapel wasn't far onto the hill or into the forest. In fact, it was located just off of a main road. The entrance to the cemetery surrounding the building was beautiful, with the gravel paths lined with trees and decorated with well-kept gardens. Despite its outward attractiveness, though, the cemetery had a certain unpleasing atmosphere to it, with death feeling heavy on James' shoulders, more so than most cemeteries. It was eerie, in a word. The darkness certainly didn't make it all feel any better, and in the middle of this, the Saber seemed barely affected. She just marched behind James.

Opening the door to the chapel, James looked over the interior, searching for whoever was in charge of the Manhattan Project II. To his surprise (and fear and dismay), there were already two people standing there, speaking with the priest near the altar. It's important, though.

This moment, you see, is where I come in.

August 22nd, 2011, 01:54 PM
Time for the Servant guessing game!


...yeah, I've got nothing.

August 22nd, 2011, 01:58 PM
There are certainly more hints than that!

...though some are less telling than others. I mean, in F/SN, who would've guess that some big grey dude wielding a chunk of rock was Heracles, or a pointy-eared, blue-haired girl in a robe was actually Medea?

August 22nd, 2011, 01:59 PM
Mmmm, crimson armor and a sheathed sword. The style of both would be helpful.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:00 PM
Exactly why I didn't mention that. :P

At least with Arturia's sword it can be easily described as "A fancy longsword" or something, which is very vague. Very, very vague.

Though I'm surprised no one's guessing at the identity of the naval-based Servant in the intro yet.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:01 PM
Hmm...Al is left clueless...maybe...not at all.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:01 PM

*looks at Nero!Saber*

She could be ANYONE.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:03 PM
Troll!Answer: it's actually a Saber that looks exactly like the other Sabers but with a different paint job and moveset ahahahahahahhaahahahahahahahahaha

No, not really.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:05 PM
I think it's a good time for the second chapter, eh?

It's always good time for an update.

I already like James. He seems to be a determined and strong character.

This moment, you see, is where I come in.

*evil grin*

... hey, a summoning chant that makes sense! You've gone too far with fanon, Five_X!

August 22nd, 2011, 02:06 PM
Fate Saber: Blonde Woman
Zero Saber: Blonde Woman
Extra Saber: Blonde Woman
Apocrypha Saber: Blonde Woman


August 22nd, 2011, 02:07 PM
For the summoning chant, I pretty much looked at the original one that Rin does in the prologue and messed around with it, copying the general theme.

Also I promise that next chapter I'll actually properly introduce a Servant.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:10 PM

August 22nd, 2011, 02:13 PM
Troll!Answer: it's actually a Saber that looks exactly like the other Sabers but with a different paint job and moveset ahahahahahahhaahahahahahahahahaha

No, not really.

I am so imagining Kohaku covering her mouth with the hand whille laughing, now.

August 22nd, 2011, 02:17 PM
Hooray for Yuri Saber!

August 22nd, 2011, 02:22 PM
Hooray indeed!

... wait, what?

August 22nd, 2011, 03:31 PM
Just to help me brush up on my Nasuverse lore, what exactly are the rules of the Grail War?

August 22nd, 2011, 03:34 PM
Kill every Servant, win war. Avoid getting seen or the church will have to correct that. Which basically makes this rule useless.

August 22nd, 2011, 03:36 PM
The rules are "kill every other Master/servant combo, but make a reasonable effort to keep the war a secret"

If you're a bit out of line, the church will cover it up.

If you're WAY out of line, the church will give incentives for the other masters to gang up on you.

August 22nd, 2011, 03:37 PM
Kill every Servant, win war. Avoid getting seen or the church will have to correct that. Which basically makes this rule useless.

Masters count too. An it's more "Avoid getting seen or no grail catalyst/whatever Kotomine has in the church for you, nope", IIRC.

August 22nd, 2011, 03:55 PM
Well, Servants die if the Master dies, but in essence the only thing that has to die are the Servants.

August 22nd, 2011, 04:00 PM
Thanks, everybody. I'm busy for a good chunk of the day today, but if I manage to make a couple more chapters today you'll be seeing another one posted up tonight. Hopefully, that is.

August 22nd, 2011, 09:07 PM
So, should I upload the next chapter now or later? I've got a good backlog now, but what are your readerly opinions?

August 22nd, 2011, 09:08 PM
No opinion, really. Do what you prefer.

August 22nd, 2011, 09:09 PM
But I don't know what I prefer! D:

August 22nd, 2011, 09:11 PM
Do it now.

There is no problem with having too many updates.

August 22nd, 2011, 09:18 PM
Alrighty then, Ace, here it is in all its glory. I prefer smaller chapters, of course, so the general length (aside from exposition heavy ones or battle scenes) will be a lot like this.



Yes, I'm the erstwhile narrator of this story. For a simple introduction, you may simply refer to me as Nigel Lancaster, a magus hailing from London, and therefore the representative of the United Kingdom. I may officially be a magus, but I fancy myself a historian, chronicling events of the current era, most importantly this Manhattan Project II. For simple reference and to make it less of an awkward mouthful, I shall from here on out refer to this event as the Manhattan Grail War or just the Manhattan War, since effectively the object of desire here is whatever was created by the Manhattan Project II, which is in the end an imitation of the Holy Grail War, albeit an incredibly well crafted one.

Anyways, let me introduce myself in the context of this war. I do hope this doesn't take too long, but let me just tell you about my entry into the Manhattan War. It may not be as thrilling as that of James, but it certainly has value if you are someone who enjoys history and dialogues as I do.

-- --

I began and ended my summoning ritual in the earliest hours of February 3rd, in the back yard of my summer home in Washington, D.C., more specifically in the Arlington area west of the Potomac River. The ritual went exactly as expected; much more elegantly than James', certainly. There was a grand white flash covering a swath of my yard, very possibly shocking some people who were around at that time of night, and maybe waking some sleeping neighbours as well, who knows!

In front of me stood a Servant, exuding a magical force like none other. He was clad in beaten silver-coloured armour, which I estimated to be from some point in Antiquity, before the birth of Christ. I knew that eventually I would learn his identity, but for now I greeted him, giving him my name and inviting him into my house. Admittedly I was quite fatigued at that point, from both the summoning and the late hour, so I was far from my usual talkative self.

“I am the Servant Rider, Nigel. I do hope you will be pleased with such a Servant as I, though my appearance may be humble. I will serve unto the ends of the Earth, and perhaps even beyond, to win this great war!” He turned to me and said this as we entered the house through the back door. I nodded and smiled, glad to have a confident person at my side for this war. Honestly at that point I was getting quite excited for the future. It's a bit sad to think that I really didn't have any idea as to the events that would proceed from then on. If only I had known, eh?

Rider and I sat down at my kitchen table, which was far too large for just one man, or even two. I readied some tea, and before morning truly arrived we drank together, and spoke. I did mention earlier that Servants are hard to make conversation with, but Rider was a definite exception. He was a very knowledgeable man, very down to earth, as well. I respect those kinds of traits, and from them I know that he must have been a noble person in life.

“On the subject of Servants, then, can you dematerialize much like a spiritual being? I must admit that I am not entirely informed as to your true nature.” I sipped my tea, and continued our talk.

He shook his head, making his rather short black beard sway slightly. “No, no, I cannot say that I am like that, and I believe that few other Servants summoned here will differ. I am not a spirit, but... how should I say it? I am a direct physical manifestation, made of flesh and bone just as you are. If you strike me, I shall bleed red blood as any other. At the moment of my death, I found myself being called by an external force disconnected from the world, and so I was brought here.”

I smiled over my drink. I had caught him in a good spot. “Then,” I said, “Which hero are you?”

I was certainly surprised when he did not resist my questioning at all. “You seem to be a strong-willed magus, so I shall tell you: I am none other than Hannibal Barca, general of the great city of Kart-Hadast, or Carthage as you would more likely know it.”

My hand slipped from lazily holding up my chin and fell down on the wood of the table, slamming and rattling my teacup. “Incredible! None other than Hannibal Barca... I'm inspired by your presence, sir!” Really, how else can one react when faced with anyone so great? I had known that I would summon a grand, legendary figure, but to have that confirmed – simply incredible.

Rider – or rather, Hannibal, cracked a smile. “I believe I am the Servant here. It would be poor judgement not to take your place as a Master, would it not? We are to be a team, working as one, so let there not be imbalance here. Trust me, I am equally shocked at being brought into a time such as this. How could I have ever known that civilization would advance to such heights?”

We drank our tea until my eyelids could not help but sink from tiredness. The next morning, no doubt, we would both begin preparations for the Manhattan Grail War. Above all I dearly wanted to win, though even at this early stage I could feel my resolve to wish for an end to the Cold War slipping. This situation transcended all of that global nonsense.

In the morning, there honestly wasn't much to do. Hannibal and I spoke some more, and I had him dress in clothes that a more modern person would wear, and as Washington is a considerably busy city, we had little choice but to wait until nightfall to report to the Manhattan War's Church overseer. Only a few people walked the streets late at night, and even then a good number of those people were drunks, so there was little need to be stealthy. Hannibal and I looked just as any regular pair of people would, making our way north to the Oak Hill chapel. It was still winter in the city, and a chill wind blew all about. In Britain I had known some harsh winters, but I had never thought that the heart of modern America would see temperatures below zero Celsius!

My choice to travel to America earlier than required seemed to have paid off. The War had only just begun, and at most there were perhaps two or three other Masters who had completed their rituals. The American representative most certainly was ready, and I imagined that the magi from the Warsaw Pact countries would be here last. If anyone, I dreaded them. Whereas a Master from America or France or Germany or anywhere on our side would likely be amiable, what with our goals being the same, the Communists would have an immediate and negative disposition towards me.

Luckily, Hannibal and I reached the chapel without incident, and there awaiting our arrival was George Coleman, a resident of this place and a member of the Church, who were not as simple and peace-loving as one might expect. No, this man was here to watch over the Manhattan Grail War, making sure that nothing went too out of bounds and that the competition remained exactly that. Immediately he recognized me and my Servant beside me. He was certainly a priest of the Church, dressed in his long, dark robes and wearing a gilded cross necklace. I had met him before, in Britain, where a number of the prospective Masters had gathered. Of all of us, he had taken an interest in me. I still am not sure if that was inherently good or ill.

“Nigel, you're here early.” He said in his aged, but not yet raspy voice, “I trust that all is well?”

I smirked. “You know me, eh? I'm always right as rain in these kinds of situations, and I personally foresee quite an interesting spectacle coming to this city. How are you going to keep it a secret with twenty-three Servants?”

“I am glad you asked that. Simply enough, I shall-” His sentence stopped immediately as he noticed the presence of another who had just entered the chapel. Of course I wanted to see what was causing the disturbance, so I looked behind myself, as did Hannibal, and what else did I see but a young and dead tired looking man being followed most silently by a blonde, armoured girl. Now this, I knew, was a predicament. The chapel was holy, neutral ground, but what would happen as soon as we stepped outside of its doors?

Well, as much as you may be enjoying my first person narrative, I'm afraid that in the name of historical neutrality, I must work towards an unbiased account of this war by telling its story and its history from the third person. It's more than a little awkward to speak about myself in such a way, but alas! It is necessary.

From here, once more, we shall follow the path of James. Don't worry, dear reader, there will still be much more of myself and Hannibal in the future.


There it is. Not much happened, but in the next chapter...

August 22nd, 2011, 11:25 PM
Hannibal? That is going to be a though Rider to beat.

August 22nd, 2011, 11:36 PM
Trust me, these two are hardly the most powerful Servants that are going to be summoned. I do believe I said back in the Fanfic Ideas thread that there would be familiar faces showing up, too~!

August 22nd, 2011, 11:37 PM
Ooooh, this'll be good. Hope that Washington survives though: I like the place.

August 22nd, 2011, 11:41 PM
I'll try to keep it intact, don't worry! At worst I'll wank into existence some magic spell that the war's supervisor has that resets damage to the city. I dunno yet!

August 23rd, 2011, 06:49 AM
I prefer smaller chapters, of course, so the general length (aside from exposition heavy ones or battle scenes) will be a lot like this.

Eh, good. I'm not a fan of looooong chapters.

Question: how old is Nigel?

August 23rd, 2011, 11:41 AM
Nigel? I'd say he's roughly around his thirties, maybe getting into his forties. In comparison, James is in his very early twenties.

And to go with that, here I have a new chapter! The next one's going to involve a serious path-taking decision on your collective part, because I think it's fun to get people involved in this.



James calmly ignored the two men already present before the priest, and began to speak. “Good evening, Father, it's a pleasure to meet you. Behind me I have my Servant-” he hitched his thumb backwards, pointing at the girl, “-and I'm ready to officially enter the war. Is there anything you need to explain first before I leave?”

The priest nodded and turned, walking behind a pedestal with a thick, musty book as the only object adorning it. He turned a few of its pages with delicate movements of his hand, and stopped.

“As there are two Masters here, it is simplest for me to read out the rules of the Manhattan Project as they are. If you still have questions afterwards, then ask them and make them hasty. You two may be the first but you are not the last who will come here.”

He commanded the attention of both James and Nigel, and by extension their Servants behind and beside them, respectively.

“This war must be kept an absolute secret from those mundane residents of the city. I will do my best to keep a bounded field active around some of the more... active areas of Washington, but for the sake of secrecy you must do battle only at night.” He skipped to another page of his tome. “You both have three command seals. Use these as you wish, however understand that their purpose is to give absolute orders to your Servant, allowing them to push past their normal limitations. If all three are used, then you are at an extreme risk of losing your Servant's obedience and thus your capability as a Master in this war. I would suggest using a maximum of two command seals, if you so choose to use them at all. If you do anything with them, however, under no circumstances or emotional state should you merely waste them. Understand their power, their strengths as well as their limitations.” George turned back to the page he was on before. “This chapel is hallowed ground, a place where no fighting can take place. If your Servant is killed, you may stay here for protection for the duration of the war, however if your seek protection while you are still competing, this will be taken as a point against you and even if you are the last Master with the last Servant remaining, you may not necessarily be named the victor. The winner of the war shall be given one wish, of their choice.” He spoke those last words as if the 'choice' should be obvious. “Do either of you have any questions at all?”

James and Nigel remained silent, and instead it was the Servant Rider who spoke up. “If my Master and I win, and although that is a large leap of faith to make at this point, I must ask: is it true that the Servant is given a wish in the same manner as the Master?” Hannibal's tone was strong and determined, and while James was almost awed by this Servant's independence, Nigel smiled with the feeling of superiority this brought on, to have such a strong-willed Servant.

Still at his pedestal, George looked around various pages, until he pressed his index finger against one specific one, scanning down the lines of the paper. “Yes, that is true, Servant Rider. In order to properly summon each Servant, a wish was allowed for them, giving them incentive to appear and to win the war. Those who created this Manhattan Project did not just assume that such powerful beings would be working solely upon the whims of their summoners, after all.” Hannibal nodded. That answer was certainly acceptable enough.

The priest stood still, his hands folded together on top of the now closed book. With no more questions, he gestured quickly for Nigel and James to leave the premises, and so they did.

“I think I've got it now, Saber. You understood the rules too, right?” James asked his Servant. She merely nodded without a word.

“Hold, there, magi.” Came the priest's booming voice once more. “I shall give you one, single hint as to what direction either of you could take, should you think yourselves ready: a second Rider has been summoned, in Arlington. The Master is one of the two representatives of Poland, so unless something even I could not foresee comes to pass, this one Servant should not be much of a challenge to your two, as long as you, James, and you, Nigel, are willing to be partners for the time being.”

James and Nigel looked at each other, their only introduction having been George just stating both of their names. They at least understood that they were 'on the same side' in regards to political alliances, so a limited partnership did not seem to be of much harm at that point, especially with so little competition. So it was that they shook hands just outside of the chapel, marking their temporary truce in order to defeat the many greater foes that soon would be arriving. As Servants required such immense levels of magical energy to maintain, any other besides Assassin would be easily noticed by James, Nigel, or either of their Servants. Though the normal nightly hazards of a large city meant nothing to a trained magus and even less to a Servant, night was the main time that the greatest of dangers would be prowling the area. As prepared as they were, in the earliest stages of the war there would naturally be chaos and confusion. It was just a matter of how well these four dealt with what was given to them for the time being.

Of the two Masters, Nigel was the most talkative, keeping conversation active despite the wishes of James and his Servant. “Ah, Saber? Impressive, impressive. I almost wish I had been gifted with such a powerful Servant, but I think I should be satisfied with my Rider.” Just as between a Master and Servant, conversation between two magi who had no connection to each other was rare. Even Nigel wasn't all too different from most magi.

“What is your goal?” James' question was asked sharply, with little feeling.

Nigel adjusted his glasses and thought on that for a moment. “Honestly,” he said, “I'm not entirely sure, myself. I'm sure that ending the Cold War is a noble thing to wish for, but... well, I'm not one to want to make history. See, I just record it. If things like that are so important to you, then maybe I'll think about what I want, but not now.”

With their Servants, they passed through the old Georgetown area of Washington, and subsequently crossed over the Key Bridge, built forty years prior. The bridge, normally busy with traffic and pedestrians during the day, was silent, lit with forlorn street lamps along its edges, showing that the four walking its length were the only people in the area. Off in the distance were grand cathedral spires poking above the trees, a sight that looked like it was lifted out of a medieval European city, not the capital of the United States. There was an immediate contrast, too, between the stark black asphalt and the aged bricks of the Key Bridge; modernity and the old world. Ahead were trees and gardens, a very natural area that was almost a park in its own right, with curved streets and sidewalks spoiling the natural rolling hills. In essence, it was perfectly peaceful, tranquil, and calm as the black night surrounding the four. The only sounds were the buzz of the lampposts and the caressing of the waves against the shore below.

Lit by a single, tall light were two silhouettes like ancient pilgrims on the way to their holy site. At any other time, this would be completely normal, and these two would pass the four who were up ahead. Tonight, though, and any other night this month, there was a different emotion in the air. Tonight there was a challenge, and even a weak magus could sense the hulking mass of magical energy walking towards the bridge in the shape of an ordinary person. A Servant, and its Master. They both stopped, a dozen metres in front of Nigel and James, but from their figures, neither group looked at all frightened.

In reality, James was shaking. He did his best to hide it, but the force that stood in its imposing manner felt greater even than that of the Rider and Saber that opposed it.

Nigel's pleasant disposition swiftly changed into one more suited to a magus. He had experience, much more than what James could attest to, and the initial shock of the Manhattan Grail War had all but worn off. His Servant was ready before he gave his first command, and Nigel set himself in a ready posture, as the enemy Master ahead raised their arm, very obviously about to order the Servant beside them to attack.

“Do not hold back on them. Go, Alexander-!”



August 23rd, 2011, 11:58 AM
Aw hell naw. This is gonna be a good war.

August 23rd, 2011, 12:28 PM
I can't wait to poast the next chapter. It's seriously awesome, what all goes down in the upcoming battle. I'll edit it once I get back from work, and have it up sometime tonight.

I'm glad it's being enjoyed!

August 23rd, 2011, 12:29 PM
Five, stop making my 500 word every few days update schedule look bad. ;_;

August 23rd, 2011, 02:06 PM
Mh, I can't say I liked the "church scene"...

I don't think George should talk about the HGW with two masters at the same time. I mean, "finding the other masters" should be part of the war. Also, the purpose of this war is to wish for peace: shouldn't this be talked about in the church, instead of the advices on "how to use a command spell"? And is really necessary to go to the church for "registration"? Someone might ambush and kill the neo-master even before the war starts for him... (but this is a problem I had with FSN too, so it doesn't count).

“If my Master and I win, and although that is a large leap of faith to make at this point, I must ask: is it true that the Servant is given a wish in the same manner as the Master?”

I thought it was "only the servant or the master can get the wish", not two at the same time. That's the purpose of command spells in general, and using only two during the war and leaveing the last one for the end, so that the servant don't kill you at the last moment and steal your wish.

“Do not hold back on them. Go, Alexander-!”

Oh Five_X...

August 23rd, 2011, 02:10 PM
I thought both were promised a wish? In the 5th war, Saber seems shocked and sad that Shirou doesn't want a wish in UBW -- if it were otherwise, she'd be pleased considering she likes him and killing him wouldn't make her day.

What *actually* is the case...I think anyone can utilize the prana, but that with 6 servants down, there should be enough prana for any conceivable wish for both Master and Servant, but since the ritual was originally designed to activate the Third, the master would have (originally, before everyone forgot why they were fighting) used a command seal to force the 7th servant to kill themselves to activate the Third.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:22 PM
I thought both were promised a wish? In the 5th war, Saber seems shocked and sad that Shirou doesn't want a wish in UBW -- if it were otherwise, she'd be pleased considering she likes him and killing him wouldn't make her day.

Still not convinced. I thought command spell were created exactly for the purpose of handling a familiar waaay stronger than you, and preventing it to stab your back in the crucial moment (in fact, now that I think about it, I remember Kotomine saying something about this in fate or UBW) and, again, stealing your "wish". Also, the whole "granting wish" is a troll worth of QB. What the grail does at the end is opening a portal to akasha... so, if you're not a magus, you gain nothing. Servants are brought back to life only to be used as food for the incoming Great Grail.

True, command spells can be used to enhance your servant (Waver with Alex, the teleportation thing) but, again, I think those are just "smart ways" to use them, not their original purpose.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:26 PM
It does grant wishes, as evident by Bazett and the creation of AM.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:31 PM
It does grant wishes, as evident by Bazett and the creation of AM.

Not a HA player here. Could you elaborate a bit?

August 23rd, 2011, 02:36 PM
Angrai Manyu was what happened when a servant(Avenger) was killed in the Third war. However, he was so weak the grail recognized him as a human and not a servant, so it thought he was a winner and granted him his wish(the manifestation of ATEOTW). That still doesn't help his case though, since he was asking if *both* got a wish.

Anyway, all the "grail" is, is a source of prana capable of granting wishes. Now, the original purpose of the seal was indeed to control the powerful creature, so that you could kill it, but that was so you could activate the Third Magic, not get the wish.

The wish is "bait" for servants and masters not of the three families, so that they have an actual incentive to join, per se.

Of course, by the time of the 5th grail war, nobody remembered that. Tohsaka Tokiomi was the last magus still seeking the original goal of the Third Magic, and he was killed by Kirei who just wanted to see MOAR EVULZ.

Nevertheless, I think the actual prana source, if 6 servants were to be defeated, that both master and servant could share for their wish provided neither wish was extravagant, since Kirei suggests that any earthly wish could be fulfilled by the energy of the servants if 5 were defeated when he offers it to Shirou and Saber in Fate.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:38 PM
Lolwut? The Einzberns still remember the original goal. Zouken does too, but he doesn't really give a fuck about it anymore. The Master of Medea probably wants it too.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:40 PM
In /Zero, Tokiomi says that the Einzbergs have forgotten the original purpose of the war, if my memory serves. Zouken, yeah he remembers, but nobody wants to talk about that old geezer. Not like he cares anyway.

And how would the original master of Medea even know? Nobody outside the three families and Zelretch knew the true purpose of the Grail War, if memory served?

August 23rd, 2011, 02:42 PM
Wasn't the true purpose "reach root win game"? If so, any association Magus would probably use it for that.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:45 PM
The true purpose, yes, but I believe they sought suckersother magi who wanted a wish granted by the grail to fill the roles of the other 4 mages not of the original families?

I mean, they sought the root to activate the Third, not just to reach the root for the lulz, and for that the Dress of Heaven, et al was needed, so they couldn't just say "we're reaching the root guys, come here"

August 23rd, 2011, 02:45 PM
Thanks RR12, I know about Avenger. I was asking what does this mean

It does grant wishes, as evident by Bazett and the creation of AM.

Bazett? What connects her to "granting any wish or just reaching the root" question?

The true purpose, yes, but I believe they sought suckersother magi who wanted a wish granted by the grail to fill the roles of the other 4 mages not of the original families?

The only person that matters in the end is the winner, be it from Tohsaka, Makiri or Einzbern (of course, every family roots for his champion). Everyone else is cannon fodder for the ritual.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:48 PM
The creation of AM was the result of a wish. Bazett's life was saved in Hollow/Ataraxia because of the wish-granting properties of the grail.

So yes, the grail can grant wishes. The *question*, though, as I believe, was whether or not both master and servant could "share" the wish granted by the grail. I'm pretty certain that at the very least, Saber is under the impression she can share, so yeah.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:49 PM
I think you can share. Look at Gil and Kirei.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:51 PM
I think you can share. Look at Gil and Kirei.

Gil wants the grail itself for himself.

Kirei just wants destruction.

They share nothing in the end, the grail got "destroyed", no wish granted for anyone.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:51 PM
Well, Gil got a new body, but I don't think it was a "wish" per se. He just got hit by the corruption, and it didn't work on the egotistical bastard. Kirei got one though.

I still think you can share though, but it depends on what you actually wish for. Kirei implies that his wish cannot be fulfilled by merely 5 dead servants. He wants 6 dead ones.

However, he offers Saber and Shirou wishes at 5, and its pretty well implied that Shirou could go back in time and undo all those deaths with the wish. Of course, its tainted, but the original grail probably could have done that.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:55 PM
Well, Gil got a new body, but I don't think it was a "wish" per se. He just got hit by the corruption, and it didn't work on the egotistical bastard. Kirei got one though.

Yes, it wasn't his wish. He let himself be summoned because Tl;DR

"lol every treasure is mine, the grail is the greatest treasure, the grail is mine by default because "RURU BREKA - your things are my things", so I must have it, instead of unworthy servant, but I can make some exceptions".

And I still think only one wish, servant or master.

August 23rd, 2011, 02:58 PM
Whether it *is* or not, I'm absolutely 100% certain that the servants and masters are *told* they can share it. Shirou's told as much by Rin, when she says "Servants also get a wish". After previously telling him that Master's got a wish. So yeah.

And Saber's shock when being offered the grail at the price of Shirou's life in Fate kinda says she wasn't expecting to kill him for her wish.

August 23rd, 2011, 03:09 PM
Of course a Servant can get his wish, if there is no one else there wishing for else (read: his master is dead or not wanting to wish anything, anyway), I'm not saying a Servant can't have his wish fulfilled, but again, there must be no one else wishing.

Unless someone provides a semi-official quote where it is stated that "both Servant and Master, at the same time, can get their wishes", I still have my theory.

And Saber's shock when being offered the grail at the price of Shirou's life in Fate kinda says she wasn't expecting to kill him for her wish.

This may mean she simply doesn't want to kill Shirou (not surprising, since we're talking about, well, Saber and Shirou).

... wait, who offers Saber the grail? Kotomine? I don't remember such a thing...

August 23rd, 2011, 03:12 PM
I remember Kotomine sayng both can have a wish, and Kotomine never lies.

August 23rd, 2011, 03:13 PM
Kotomine. And Saber's explicit thoughts are that "such a choice has never existed for her". Let me pull up the lets play... http://fsn.seorinwastaken.com/archive/105.html

By that logic, the choice should very well have existed from the beginning, but have been resolved with relief when Shirou decides he doesn't want a wish. It wasn't.

August 23rd, 2011, 04:24 PM
Ehm, not to be a necromancer but...

The link you provided is not significative. It still doesn't prove that two "beings" can get their wishes. (Kotomine was merely holding hostage "the vessel", and saying "saber, kill your master and I'll give you the vessel, for I want entertainment").

Anyway, at this point, we take this discussion to the question thread or we ask Five_X how things works in his HGW.

August 23rd, 2011, 06:08 PM
Not to necromance either, but...http://fsn.seorinwastaken.com/archive/084.html

Saber says...

"I need to obtain the Holy Grail
But it is the same for you as well."

"You need the Holy Grail.
It was inevitable that I would be called to you, Master."

If you want to try to argue that Saber thinks she needs to kill Shirou for her wish, you really are pushing the realms of nonsense with this theory.

August 23rd, 2011, 06:45 PM
Ifyou want to try to argue that Saber thinks she needs to kill Shirou for her wish, you really are pushing the realms of nonsense with this theory.

Shirou doesn't need to die. In fact, the only ones that must die for the grail are six servants, there's even no rule for the masters to die at all.

Just, I think that only one wish can be granted at the end of each holy grail war, either the servant's or the master's. I searched through the LP, but I admit I didn't find a proof either pro or against my theory, btw.

August 23rd, 2011, 06:47 PM
Saber says that *both* she and Shirou need the grail for their respective wishes. According to you, this is impossible.

Please tell me how this works?

August 23rd, 2011, 06:58 PM
Saber says that *both* she and Shirou need the grail for their respective wishes. According to you, this is impossible.

Please tell me how this works?

Nonononono, wait... their wishes can only be granted through the Grail. Yes, I think so too. The quote you provided only says that they need the grail to fulfill their wishes, nothing more. It doesn't say "we have two wishes, one for me and one for you".

That, or there's some other meaning in "I need to obtain the Holy Grail - But it is the same for you as well." that I don't get.

"…All right. Let's assume there really is a Holy Grail. Then why is it required to do something like the Holy Grail War? We shouldn't be killing each other if the Holy Grail exists. If the Holy Grail is so great, we can all share its power."

"That is a fair argument, but we do not have such freedom.
Only one person can obtain the Holy Grail.
That is not something we chose, but what the Holy Grail has decided."

You can still argue that a servant isn't a person strictly speaking, or that "obtaining the grail" isn't the same thing as "wishing", though.

August 23rd, 2011, 07:03 PM
Kirei never refers to servants as people.

If what you're saying is true, then Saber is either willing to kill Shirou (we've already established that she isn't) to have her wish, or is willing to give her wish up for his (waitwhatlulz what about their whole arguments?). This is stupid. On many many levels. It negates half the point of Saber deciding to fight for Shirou if she thinks that having her own wish means denying his. It also totally negates Shirou's argumentation with her on the bridge.

Worse for you, is Saber's concern in Fate/Zero over winning the war if she were to let Kiritsugu have the grail.

“Even if my sword does win the Holy Grail, if I am to entrust the Grail to you, then I…”
That sunset over Camlann flashed past Saber’s eyes. The wish hidden in her heart made her words blur at the end.

Why would she both want to deny Kiritsugu's wish but be heartbroken over the fact that it'd mean denying her own? Again, masters and servants are told that only servants may "touch" the grail, so how would Command-seal-killing your servant help you? At all?

August 23rd, 2011, 07:26 PM
Whatever. Not a single quote you provided convinced me of your theory (especially not the last one, on the contrary...). True, it may complicates things a bit, but FSN is a story about "grey and grey" choices, where you constantly question your beliefs... I don't see how the "single wish theory" crushes the internal logic of FSN.

so how would Command-seal-killing your servant help you? At all?

I said the last CS should be used to kill the servant? I don't think so, and even if I did, I meant that it should be used to prevent the servant from wishing before you ("You, servant, stand there, shut up and let me wish!").

August 23rd, 2011, 07:38 PM
It...complicates things?

It completely ruins the characterization involved.

Yes, on one hand it makes sense since it seems half the players of the Grail War have no wish, but...seriously? I would like to know just *what* you think Saber thinks is going on? That Shirou "needs" the grail, feels kinship with him, likes him, thinks its the only thing that can save him from his "emptiness" but keeps insisting that she needs her own wish?

This is the same Saber who happily tried to sacrifice herself for him on several occasions? Right?

EDIT: Perhaps we should take these back to PM's?

August 23rd, 2011, 07:55 PM
It completely ruins the characterization involved.

Again, debatable.

Yes, on one hand it makes sense since it seems half the players of the Grail War have no wish, but...seriously? I would like to know just *what* you think Saber thinks is going on? That Shirou "needs" the grail, feels kinship with him, likes him, thinks its the only thing that can save him from his "emptiness" but keeps insisting that she needs her own wish?

Yes, one of the answers could be "she loves Shirou and knows he needs/wants/whatever the grail too, but she also has a wish of her own, and it's not like she can shrug it off like nothing".

EDIT: Perhaps we should take these back to PM's?

Look, it's not to have the last word, but this discussion has the potential to never end... and the PMs could only make it worse. Of course, if you'll PM me I will respond... but I think it's better if we shake hands and finish it now, or god knows where we could go.

And hey, after all we still don't know what Five_X wants to know about this in his fanfic, so... yeah.

August 23rd, 2011, 08:06 PM
Okay, let me clear some things up, without actually just explaining them (yet) in exposition:

This isn't a Holy Grail War. There is no "Throne of Heroes", the Servants are actual physical manifestations of the historical and legendary figures themselves, not copies. That's why they can't dematerialize, since they aren't spirits, and they die when they are killed. If you wanted to do a Manhattan Project III, you'd need to recreate the entire thing from scratch, which is entirely intended by the scientists and magi who designed it. The Project is a one-off thing, made without a lot of the extreme details and restrictions of the Fuyuki Grail War.

In the Manhattan Grail War, though it's a fake Grail that isn't even a Grail at all, there is a wish granted to both the Servant and the Master. Simple as that. It's important to note that the "Grail" here isn't anything mystical. It's a modern construct made with the express power of technology and the fine tuning and mana of magic. In the end, it's nowhere near the power of the Fuyuki Grail regarding wish-granting. It simply can't reach the Root. It has no such attachment. What it is, simply put, is a big collection of mana gathered together in one area, and enhanced and held in one piece by the powerful leylines of Washington, D.C. Overall, it has more "storage space" than the Fuyuki Grail, which summons seven Servants, with the help of the Throne of Heroes and the Lesser/Greater Grail roles. The Manhattan Project has none of that, and can support a maximum of 28 Servants at once. It's a big container, but it can't do much. It was made to end the Cold War, not reach the root or anything like that.

If a magi tried to use the Washington Grail for anything greater than or equal to its actual, intended purpose, it would be all, "LOLNO" and they'd be screwed. Something it could do is give you a billion dollars. Something it couldn't is end world hunger.

I hope that explains it, without too much in the way of holes in Nasuverse logic.

August 23rd, 2011, 08:07 PM
Alright, point taken. We'll agree to disagree and go back to complaining about the horrible servant stats in the other thread :P

And Five_X can have his thread back.

August 23rd, 2011, 08:15 PM
there is a wish granted to both the Servant and the Master.

ok, I'm the only "backstabbing" fan here. =3=

... but why doing such a thing? If the ultimate purpose is world peace, why giving not only one, but two free wishes? Also, you put Alexander in here... Alexander...

If a magi tried to use the Washington Grail for anything greater than or equal to its actual, intended purpose, it would be all, "LOLNO" and they'd be screwed. Something it could do is give you a billion dollars. Something it couldn't is end world hunger.

... ok, so... the magi/scientists screwed up this time? They wanted something that could end the war and instead got "congratz you win the lottery?"... I got it right?

Alright, point taken. We'll agree to disagree and go back to complaining about the horrible servant stats in the other thread :P

Indeed. Horrible servant stats, mmmmhhh... the guilty pleasure of a FSN fan...

And Five_X can have his thread back.


August 23rd, 2011, 08:31 PM
No, the scientists/magi didn't mess up, not entirely. The Cold War can be ended with the Imitation Grail, but not much else of that level can be done with it. Of course, among magi, why should they really care about ending the Cold War? That's where the mess happened. There's pretty much 23 magi thinking, "I can get WHATEVER I WANT" and rolling with it.

Also, thank you for my thread, you two. :P

August 23rd, 2011, 08:35 PM
Heh, no problems.

So, this grail is *definitely* not capable of the kind of shizzle that the Holy Grail War was capable of, like manifesting all the evils of the world, replicating True Magics like time travel and timeline modification, etc? Good to know. Well, there's a bright side in that it seems unlikely to go *as* wrong as the Fuyuki grail then.

August 23rd, 2011, 08:45 PM
No, the scientists/magi didn't mess up, not entirely. The Cold War can be ended with the Imitation Grail, but not much else of that level can be done with it.

Ehm, not to nitpick, but "vanishing every atomic weapon" isn't something that comes cheap...

Of course, among magi, why should they really care about ending the Cold War?

Wasn't that the original plan?

That's where the mess happened. There's pretty much 23 magi thinking, "I can get WHATEVER I WANT" and rolling with it.

Oh, ok, so the problem is, the partecipants are not qualified for the purpose. That's why George, my friend, instead of blabbering about command spells you should say to those two "... oh, and another thing: try to wish for something different than world peace and I will punch you so hard in the face that Guernica's ones will look nice in comparison"!

Also, thank you for my thread, you two. :P

You're welcome.

Now you need to post the link to individual chapters, if you don't want them to be buried under our posts.

*angelic, yet satanic smile*

August 23rd, 2011, 08:49 PM
Ending the cold War doesn't necessarily mean getting rid of all nukes. It just means making the leaders of the Soviet Union and the United States (as well as their citizens) go, "Hey, maybe we should stop fighting each other". It's not like that requires True Magic levels of effort.

August 23rd, 2011, 10:51 PM
Update here! I hope all of your bodies are prepared for the awesomeness that is about to be laid down here when I post this. It's easily the best chapter yet in my opinion, and it even has a decision point at the end! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.



The Servant raised a spear high with one hand, and screamed two words that tore through the night air: “Come, my eternal army, come now to serve me, O Basilikoi Hetairoi!”

With that single utterance the grassy area in front of the bridge was dusted over, a wall of sand clouding the sky and the vision of Nigel and James. They raised their arms to protect their faces from the rushing storm all around, and when it had passed the park, the bridge, the road – were all gone.

Instead, a sea of sand and dirt like a battlefield of old surrounded all those present, and in front of the four who were just moments ago on the Key Bridge of Washington, D.C., there was a vast, grand army of troops in shining armour and with weapons that looked as if they had just been forged, and the great Servant himself was off to the left, his entire force having been laid out in a strategic position by the magic of his Noble Phantasm: the ultimate expression of a Servant's power. Nigel, James and their respective Servants were alone against this enormous formation.

The auxiliary troops in the front of the army moved first, preparing to move in close enough to hurl their javelins, and behind them the phalanxes with their twenty-foot long spears advanced slowly, a sheer mass of spiked death that meant ruin to any who were in their way. There was no mistaking it: this was the army of Alexander the Great, a force that nearly conquered the world, a force bound in eternal loyalty to their leader, willing to follow him to the ends of the Earth and back for his grand ideals of conquest. He was without a doubt, the King of Conquerors.

In desperation, James looked not to his Servant but to Nigel, and was shocked to see the magus with an expression of fiendish delight on his face, as if the experience were to him trivial and even fun. James couldn't at all understand how the man felt, but apparently his Servant Rider beside him was in much the same mood, though with a twinge of pure awe in his eyes.

Nigel laughed. “Megas Alexandros himself, eh? Ahahahaha! This is truly a glorious occasion, isn't it, James!? Finally, I'll be able to see how a battle between the man who nearly conquered the world and the man who nearly conquered Rome would play out. Ahahahahahaha!” His laughing was near maniacal by that point, and his grin only grew. “Hannibal, tell me, do you have a Noble Phantasm to deal with this?”

Much to the magi's delight, Hannibal nodded, and shared much the same expression as he did. His round shield on his arm, he unsheathed a sword that was on his waist, and his tattered cloak flourished in the dusty wind of this battlefield that Alexander had created. He planted this weapon firmly in the ground at his feet, and looked straight ahead, as if addressing an army of his own.

“I do hope you can afford, this, Nigel...” Hannibal whispered to himself, drowned out by the approaching infantry of Alexander's army. “I call to you, those who have united under my banner, be you mercenaries or the Lion's Brood themselves – follow me in a new life to once again claim glory and freedom! Follow me, under this Banner of the Thousand Nations!”

With that statement, directly in front of Hannibal materialized a force that, while nowhere near the grandeur of Servant Alexander's, was made up of forty thousand men: Spaniards, Gauls, Greeks, Carthaginians, Numidians, Libyans, Sicilians and even some Italians that had joined Hannibal during his campaign. A force diverse in homelands, languages, tactics and experience, all united by one goal: freedom. Regardless of their differences, they were a fighting force just as cohesive as that of Alexander's host.

Hannibal himself was no longer on the ground, no: he had taken up arms atop a mighty war elephant, Surus, his favourite. Among him were others on such huge beasts, all fearless, as were each and every soldier. In life, none of them had ever betrayed Hannibal, and had followed him to the bitter end of his ambitious campaign in the territory of his greatest enemy. Now, though, they faced the army of the one man Hannibal respected above all others, the greatest general to have ever lived. Still, he did not allow awe to overcome his judgement. Whatever his thoughts were as a general, as a Servant this man was his enemy, and with his Master, Nigel, in danger, he would have to fight his hardest.

“Hmph.” Saber had crossed her arms, her sword still sheathed. “In disadvantageous battles, one must make tactical retreats. I kindly suggest, Master, that we leave this foolish man to his fate here and leave, so that later we can choose on which ground we fight.” James glared at her, and though he was visibly shaking from fear, he stood tall in the face of such an army that had been summoned by the enemy Servant. Frost crackled up his forearm and hand, turning quickly to solid chunks of ice.

He gave her a short look and said, “We're not leaving. If you want to abandon your Master, then go ahead. But my problem is, would it really look good for someone like you to retreat when I'm still here? If that happens, I'll be looking like a badass, and you, well... you should know.”

Saber sneered, and uncrossed her arms. “Perhaps you are a worthy Master, after all. I'm not sure yet.” She drew her sword, a beautifully decorated weapon that was not long, but was definitely of sword length. James couldn't exactly place what it was, but it looked oddly familiar.

“However,” Saber continued, “I do not enjoy fighting alongside this other Servant, Rider. He makes me ill somehow just by being around him. Tell me that we are going to be leaving this alliance soon, Master?”

James didn't answer. He was already busying himself with reciting lines of some incantation, focused entirely on his magic. Without any specific orders, Saber held her sword and shield tight and prepared for the battle to begin.

-- --

From the left flank of Hannibal's army, a formation of Numidian cavalry, some of the best and most manoeuvrable in the ancient world, rode ahead to intercept the personal bodyguard cavalry of Alexander, who was with his greatest generals and closest friends, on his own famous steed, Bucephalus. Regardless of their skill, though, the Numidians would be a poor match for Alexander's finest, some of the most formidable cavalrymen in all history.

Hannibal, on his elephant, was more concerned with the fight that his varied infantry were going to have against Alexander's phalanxes. Though as long as Alexander's cavalry were tied up he could not truly take advantage of his impressive spearmen, the phalanxes were known for being extremely durable, and would without a doubt wear down Hannibal's troops enough that they would not be able to withstand the other heavy infantry that Alexander had prepared.

One victory had already been won, however. The ranged troops of Hannibal's force, mostly made up of the famous slingers of the Balearic islands in the western Mediterranean, had decimated the auxiliary troops that Alexander had, and were proceeding to furiously pelt his phalanxes with stones. For the most part, the phalangites' shields worked well enough to deflect the rapid bullets, but some men still fell. As Hannibal knew, even small victories were important, as they truly decided the victor of a conflict. James and Saber watched as this all went on before them, and they knew from this moment on that they would be of little use, acting best as tactical troops supporting the parts of Hannibal's army that looked as though they were being overwhelmed by Alexander's force, which was numerically superior by about ten thousand men over Hannibal's forty thousand.

In other places of the battlefield, the odds were far from being in Hannibal's favour. His Numidian cavalry were being absolutely destroyed by Alexander's own, despite their attempts to pierce the man's horse and armour. With his cavalry nearly defeated, Hannibal's army would have an important hole in it that Alexander could easily pierce through to his advantage. All the while, his elephants moved around slowly to reach the right flank of Alexander's force, where they could be properly employed. Al, around were blaring war horns and the clash of arms, the smell of the African elephants and the blood soaking the ground. It was a true battlefield, just as Hannibal and Alexander both remembered. The fight was so intense that the cool night air began to heat up.

Opposing that heat was James, who was mopping up stragglers alongside Saber. The both of them were making their way to the rear of Alexander's army, but the field was simply huge, stretching easily several kilometres. It was then that a contingent of roughly five hundred infantry noticed the two alone, and broke off from the main group and rushed them. They were armoured in bronze and has classic Greek Attic helmets, with horsehair plumes atop them. In their hands were heavy round shields paired with long spears as tall as a good-sized man.

Thinking quickly, James began chanting once more under his breath, putting himself in front of Saber, who was utterly confused by her Master's actions. She ran up beside him, but her pushed her back, saying nothing more but continuing his spell. Once the hoplites were near he shouted out a single word and thrust his icy arm forward. With that motion the ground underneath the front-most infantry was soaked with water and froze, snap freezing some of their feet and legs to the ice. Saber understood his plan, and rushed ahead to take advantage of the weakened infantry. Within minutes they were all dead on the ground, victims of a Saber's renowned sword skills, and certainly no match for any Servant. The thrill and madness of battle had filled James, and no longer was he afraid.

Nearby, in the middle of Hannibal's main infantry line, his troops were thinning out and being pushed back. This was all part of his plan. With Alexander's heavy infantry converging on the right flank of Hannibal's main line, the left was advancing forward creating a slight L-shape. The only cavalry defence left on Hannibal's side were his brothers and their small, but heavily armoured, cavalry division that was adequately fighting against Alexander's companions and bodyguards.

On this battlefield shaped by and for the army of Alexander the Great, the advantage was on no one's side. That is, until Hannibal's group of thirty-seven war elephants crashed into the right flank of Alexander's army, in the hollow of the L that had been created, with Hannibal leading the charge on Surus, and his Master Nigel on the back of the creature, yelling and whooping, in the safest part of the battlefield at that point. Archers on the elephants shot downwards at the enemy infantry below them, and the charging beasts frightened even Alexander's hardened force. The absolutely successful elephant charge had caused a rout amongst the out infantry of Alexander's army, and Hannibal moved his elephants about for a second charge. This time, he struck for the heart of the phalanxes, hitting them where their spears weren't pointing. Even if they had been facing the elephants, their spears likely would have been useless or simply snap against the hide of the tough creatures strengthened by the harsh environments Hannibal had brought them into during the short time that he had them under his command. When he had took them across the Alps, so long ago, not a single one of the thirty seven beasts had died. So it was that Alexander's main force was being nearly crushed, though his men refused to rout and as a result Hannibal's infantry were dwindling, and his slingers were out of ammunition. Even his brothers were failing, being pushed back by Alexander's ultimately superior men. In a relatively short time frame, Alexander's main body of cavalry, still numbering in the hundreds, would wheel around and charge into the rear of Hannibal's infantry, destroying his advantage. Once again, no one was winning this fight.

That balance was about to change, though, as an unknown force arrived, but no one knew whose side it would favour.


Yeah, that just happened.

So, decision time. Should the new presence be:

A) Opposing Hannibal & Co.?


B) Helping Hannibal & Co.?

I hope I get votes in soon enough! Remember that this decision will definitely affect the story, and that the voting will end once I get a sizeable number of votes in. As for a direct ending time, I'll give you all until tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM PST. I hope that's enough!

August 23rd, 2011, 10:54 PM
Oh no. Military nerd activated. Shit, how did Alexander do in India against elephants...

Anyways, I think I have to root for Alexander here, even though he's kind of a bad guy right now. Guy got robbed of HGW 4. ​A

August 23rd, 2011, 11:15 PM
Alexander did fairly well against elephants in India, though that was with the Indians fielding their regular elephants - Hannibal's African veterans are little easier to maneuver, and with a flanking charge from about 37 elephants, Alexander's phalanx would easily collapse. When it faced a head on charge at the battle of the Hydaspes River, only the sheer volume of spears prevented the elephants from tearing the army to shreds.

August 23rd, 2011, 11:16 PM
On a different note, STOP MAKING MY UPDATES LOOK PATHETIC. ;_; So much text...

August 23rd, 2011, 11:57 PM
Okay, as a genuine question and a shameless bump to get more people to vote, damnit, should I make a thread for the Manhattan War Servant profiles?

August 23rd, 2011, 11:58 PM
Okay, as a genuine question and a shameless bump to get more people to vote, damnit, should I make a thread for the Manhattan War Servant profiles?

I think that the OP would be a easier place to have them: easier. And bumps are never shameless: I know the feeling.

August 24th, 2011, 12:20 AM
Keep in mind, though, that I'm going to have about 23 full Servant profiles.

August 24th, 2011, 12:22 AM
Oh. 23. Oh.

Yes, a separate thread would be better for that. Make sure to put a link in the OP though.

August 24th, 2011, 02:56 AM
(A). I'm too attached to Alexander to not want him to win.

August 24th, 2011, 03:06 AM
So that's 2 votes Enemy, 0 votes friend.

...so, anybody else gonna vote? There's still the morning!

Either path is pretty damn awesome as far as I've thought them up, but vote as you will.

August 24th, 2011, 07:23 AM
Basilikoi Hetairoi!

... Basilikoi? A little explanation is welcome, here...

Okay, as a genuine question and a shameless bump to get more people to vote, damnit, should I make a thread for the Manhattan War Servant profiles?

I think a post you update/edit every time new infos are added/discovered is more than enough. Maybe edit your first post here to include the link to the chapters and the "Servant stat" post.

Anyway, good chapter. Military fight, hooray!

The choice, aaargh, so difficult! I root for the new characters, but Alex is Alex...

August 24th, 2011, 11:50 AM
"Basilikoi" stems from the Greek "Basileus" which means "King", so in the grammatical context of "Basilikoi Hetairoi", it translates to "The King's Companions" which is probably a better name than "Ionian Companions".

So, anybody else gonna vote? There's still a good deal of time left, and there's still leeway with the voting so that if you want option B to win, there's a chance for it. In the case of a tie, I will simply flip a coin.

August 24th, 2011, 11:52 AM
"Basilikoi" stems from the Greek "Basileus" which means "King", so in the grammatical context of "Basilikoi Hetairoi", it translates to "The King's Companions" which is probably a better name than "Ionian Companions".

Oh, I see, because of that. Yeah, maybe it makes more sense.

So, maybe this Alexander isn't quite the Alexander we know?...

I don't know what to vote... ;_;

August 24th, 2011, 11:59 AM
"Basilikoi" stems from the Greek "Basileus" which means "King", so in the grammatical context of "Basilikoi Hetairoi", it translates to "The King's Companions" which is probably a better name than "Ionian Companions".

So, anybody else gonna vote? There's still a good deal of time left, and there's still leeway with the voting so that if you want option B to win, there's a chance for it. In the case of a tie, I will simply flip a coin.

Although, Ionia is a region of Turkey, so possibly it refers to the companions who fought with him in that area?

August 24th, 2011, 12:02 PM
They didn't fight along with him just in Turkey, IIRC. Alex reached India.

Edit: but they summon a desert land, so yeah. I still like the basilikoi idea, though.

August 24th, 2011, 12:04 PM
Yeah, that's right. Turkey was first, of course, and they may have gotten their name from there? Or this is Nasu just picking something that sounds good. I know what my guess is.

August 24th, 2011, 12:06 PM
Yes, Ionia is one of the westernmost parts of Asia Minor, and where a number of ancient Greek settlements existed. However, there's little more to it than that in regards to Alexander. "Makedonoi" or whatever the correct grammatical expression is perhaps would work better than "Ionian".

And for Sherrinford, you're exactly right! This Alexander isn't too much like the one from Fate/Zero, and is more like the historical figure of Alexander the Great.

But vote, still! Either path is interesting, but I'm not going to tell you what goes on until the voting's done!

August 24th, 2011, 12:07 PM
So, less manly Alexander? ;_;

August 24th, 2011, 12:09 PM


This is a lovely and interesting fic, by the way. I'll be lurking/watching.

August 24th, 2011, 12:14 PM
You'll see what Alexander in this is like, Leo, don't worry.

And hooray a lurker! Now we need another vote or this might actually be a tie, I think! Go go go!!

August 24th, 2011, 12:20 PM
So, less manly Alexander? ;_;

Alexander Senki? i'm totally okay with this!

August 24th, 2011, 12:47 PM
No Alexander Senki. No.

August 24th, 2011, 12:50 PM
I can't talk to you anymore, Five_X.


Anyway, I think I decided. Let's help hannibal. (but don't kill Alex so soon!)

August 24th, 2011, 12:50 PM
Help the Hannibal. I wish to see moar.

August 24th, 2011, 01:08 PM
Well it's just past 10 AM on my side on the world, so voting is done! It's 3-2 in favour of aiding Hannibal and friends, so that's the path. Expect to see a new chapter up tonight.

August 25th, 2011, 02:12 AM
New chapter is coming along smoothly~

Expect it tomorrow morning.

See? I don't WANT to surprise you all! :P

August 25th, 2011, 11:15 AM
It's time for an update as I tend to do at such times of the day as this. Also, I'm updating the OP with a link to the Servants thread. In this episode you get to see the initial result of your choice!

Now, two challengers approaching!



From far outside the reality marble an archer, crouched and ready on a rooftop, released his arrow silently into the night. It pierced the walls of the mental structure from beyond it, rushing in and piercing the horse that Alexander rode upon, sending him tumbling to the ground, falling under the weight of his mount and subsequently being trampled by those who followed him. His companions immediately wheeled around to come to his aid, destroying the momentum they had built up charging at the rear of Hannibal's massed infantry.

Curiously, the horse Bucephalus faded, floating away on the sandy wind. Ahead of the fallen king were the mixed corpses of men both his own and Hannibal's, and without any support and a distraught leader, they crumbled under the weight of Hannibal's army.

At least, that's what could have happened, had it not been for yet another interference, coming in from another part of the battlefield, knowingly running into this reality marble. James could see from afar that it was a Servant on a chariot, a woman, whose scarlet hair blew in the wind as she charged Hannibal's line. From the wheels of her chariot came streams of fire, and her two horses made crackling sparks with each of their steps. Soon they were nearly a whole pillar of orange flames descending upon Hannibal's army, tearing through it and destroying his near envelopment of Alexander's troops. However, this woman didn't seem to be aiming for Hannibal himself, or even the rest of his army: her horses of scorching fire flew directly at Saber, aiming to crush her under their hooves. The woman at the reins of the chariot gripped a spear in one hand, holding it ready to impale James' Servant if her horses didn't outright kill her.

All Saber could see was a fierce woman peeking just above the mass of flames with a look of absolute and bloodthirsty determination on her face.

With a sneer, Saber tore a javelin out of the compacted ground of the battlefield and held it firm by her side, slowly bringing it up, her knuckles white. Even she, no, especially she, knew who this woman was, just from her appearance. Saber felt a slight bout of bemusement arise in her, and when the chariot was so close that it the licks of flame burnt at her skin, she tossed the javelin with all her might at the woman in the chariot.

It struck her deep in the chest, and her horses whinnied and screeched, but one of the two was silenced by a single stroke of Saber's blade. Her offence was ruthless and clean, and the chariot, with only one horse to guide it, careened along the ground, eventually coming to a stop as it slid along its side, as the other beast could not go on. The woman's body fell lifelessly from her chariot, coming to rest against its side, her face buried in the dust.

Stepping across the battlefield gradually, Saber made her way to the fallen warrior. Her crown had fallen off and had rolled away, and so Saber picked it off the ground and fixed it on the woman's head, restoring her dignity in death. She hung her head and closed her eyes, showing her own respect for the warrior queen who had fallen so soon in the war, a life brought to waste much too early.

James saw his Servant out of the corner of his eye performing this small ritual. He had made his way to the broken front lines, but saw her, such a small figure far away, standing mournfully as she was. He was curious, but with the charioteer's damage to Hannibal's forces it took all of his effort to try to bring the advantage over to their side. He, and even Hannibal with his elephants, were both unsuccessful. With the possible death of their leader, the Macedonians did not falter, instead they fought even harder, pushing all the way through Hannibal's main line and entirely disrupting his forces so much so that a victory was impossible. With this clear victory on their part, they disappeared as the battlefield itself faded away, returning the land to its natural green gardens and modern roads. The fight was over, finally, and Hannibal recalled his army. He and Nigel joined James and Saber once again, and together they watched Alexander limp away beside his Master. Neither of the surviving Servants moved to stop him.

“Wh-why aren't you doing anything?” James asked Saber angrily, glaring at her.

She bowed her head. “This was not my victory, nor was it Hannibal's. We do not deserve to defeat him, as such would be completely dishonourable.”

James wasn't convinced by her softly spoken words. “He's still an enemy Servant! Go and kill that Servant, like you killed that chariot woman!”

“Is that... an order, Master?” Saber looked over at James with mournful eyes.

From this Servant, who had seemed to be so cold before, such sad sentiments were completely strange. James simply couldn't bring himself to use his command spell to force her against her will, it just seemed inhumane.

Even Nigel was shaking his head. “You don't understand history, lad. Even though this is a war between magi, that's still the flesh and blood and mind of Alexander the Great. Among those who came after him, especially leaders like Hannibal, he was a source of inspiration, and a man who was greatly respected. It seems that your own Servant, too, understands honour in battle. She may have been a pragmatist in life, but maybe she was someone who respected Alexander, or someone like him. You're lucky to have someone like her, you know.” He smiled at James and at Saber, acting surprisingly pleasant despite the overall loss that was suffered.

Still, there was one less Servant to deal with and Alexander the Great was incapacitated for some time, though there was still the Archer, whoever or wherever he was.

As if on cue, a bright arrow shot up into the sky and lit up the area like a flare, revealing the approach of a Servant. He had a confident stride as he approached the four from their left, and on sighting him Saber and Hannibal readied their respective weapons. His face was wrinkled and his beard was long and scraggly, and he wore an old, faded tunic that at one time may have been much more colourful and vibrant This man didn't seem to be nearly as threatening as Alexander was, and though they were still exhausted from their battle the two Servants felt that they could defeat this Archer with relative ease.

“Hold, hold, friends. I wish not to interrupt your peace. Indeed, it was I who loosed the very arrow that brought down that great general, and I come offering terms of an alliance.” He spoke in this antiquated way, and held a bow lightly at his side, close enough to be killed by Saber and Hannibal before he could even bring his weapon to bear.

Indeed, they had no reason not to trust him. After all, he was the one who stopped Alexander, and unless he had an especially clever plan, he was completely open to attack. Even the strongest of Servants would be vulnerable if they held themselves so vulnerable as he.

“Don't worry.” Nigel assured James, “Servants have a tendency not to lie. Unless they are Assassin, such deception would be below them. I'd say we should trust this man, though his Master appears to not be here.”

The Archer nodded. “It is in the wishes of my Master that I come to you in this hour, for he has taken note of your presence, and has deemed you most fit to join him in an alliance. As he says, your perceived goals are most similar to his, and there are many more Servants yet to be summoned this eve, and the next still. Come, follow me and you all shall understand.” He turned his back to the four and began walking back in the direction he had come. Above, the bright arrow he had shot was fading, slowly letting the darkness swallow the Archer's form.

Without any complaints Nigel followed him, as did Hannibal afterwards. James and Saber, however, looked at each other with looks of mutual suspicion, and kept a slower pace, making a large distance between them and this new Servant.

“How powerful do you think he is, Saber?” James asked, hoping to be able to talk once more with the woman's nicer side.

“Hmph.” She huffed, her arms crossed. “He has a powerful aura, that I can tell, but otherwise... there's nothing. I cannot determine his age or who he is. I know that there are Servants like that, ones who have appearances and Noble Phantasms that are either impossibly obscure or cannot possibly reveal their owner's identity. I fear that this Archer may be one of those unknown Servants. Personally, though, I have no interest in him. I wish we would find stronger enemies to test ourselves against in this war, Master. These alliances are becoming hardly tactical as of late.”

James laughed, certainly amused by her. “Personally, I wish you'd be a bit nicer sometimes. You're my Servant, so you do what I ask. We're going to form alliances, just as long as they're helping us. You've got to remember that we don't know much about the other magi out here.”

Saber, though, was hardly finding the situation entertaining. In her thoughts, she had believed she would be granted a better Master than this. Even that mad buffoon Nigel had his moments of clarity. Still, though, she had no choice. Perhaps there was still a chance that this Master could salvage himself from being completely dull.


I hope this gives you all more to discuss and enjoy!

August 25th, 2011, 11:17 AM
So, woman with a chariot... Boudica, most likely, which would make Saber Roman... not sure which one though.

August 25th, 2011, 11:21 AM
Yep, Boudicca! Poor Rider got destroyed on the first day.

Of course, there are so many Romans that would work as Servants. At least a couple appear in this fic.

August 25th, 2011, 11:47 AM
So, the woman is Boudicca... never heard of her.

Wait... red armor, blond hairs... Saber isn't Nero, right?! RIGHT?!

Ehm, not to nitpick, but I didn't like the first paragraph. How did the Archer shot from outside the RM? It should be impossible to aim in that condition, unless his arrows have some kind of "always hitting" skill...

... and no, come on, you can't make Alexander fall off from the horse, no matter how realistic it may be. That's just too Fail for a servant, especially servant Alexander.

What a battle royale, I had trouble following who was against who... but that's ok, such are battle royales. So... unless "Boudicca" has Battle Continuation... the servant count is already lowered to 27?

August 25th, 2011, 11:52 AM
You'll eventually get to see that this Archer is a little different from the norm. :P

And Alex fell from his horse 'cause it died, not because of fail riding skills. Again, awesome enough Archer.

Yes, Boudicca is dead.

August 25th, 2011, 12:01 PM
Assuming Boudica knew Saber, I guess that kills my Hervor theory. Oh well. Will we be seeing a status update in the WISEUP thread soon?

August 25th, 2011, 12:12 PM
And Alex fell from his horse 'cause it died, not because of fail riding skills. Again, awesome enough Archer.

Yes, I know it died but still, what the hell. It's still Fail Hard. Not cool.

Yes, Boudicca is dead.

A chapter of fail, mh? Poor Boudicca, she doesn't even start invoking her NP...

... so, 21 servants until the "dawn"?

... wait, you still haven't answered me: she isn't genderbended Nero, RIGHT?!

August 25th, 2011, 12:24 PM
She isn't genderbent Nero, no. However, there ARE plenty of other emperors that are definitely interesting targets, and even some people from before the Roman Empire. A certain Republican general I'm thinking of would make an excellent contrast to another character that's already showed up, ehehehehehe.

August 25th, 2011, 12:26 PM
At this rate, we're going to learn every major historical figure who used a famous sword was a woman who hid her gender. :P

August 25th, 2011, 12:28 PM
This Saber does not use a famous sword. In fact, her sword is incredibly obscure and mentioned in only one book ever, and I came across it by fluke and decided to throw it in. Seriously.

August 25th, 2011, 12:40 PM
every major historical figure who used a famous sword was a woman who hid her gender.

D'Eon is in this? :P (edit: no, wait, she/he didn't have a "famous" sword)

She isn't genderbent Nero, no.

Oh god, thank you.

A certain Republican general I'm thinking of would make an excellent contrast to another character that's already showed up, ehehehehehe.

Scipio? Nah, too easy... Fabius Maximus?... too easy again...

However, there ARE plenty of other emperors that are definitely interesting targets, and even some people from before the Roman Empire.

yes, but I think that emperor servants are too difficult to deal with. The cases are: either you fall every time in a "Ionian Basilikoi (;)) Hetairoi" NP, or... well, look at what they did to Nero in extra... *raises an eyebrow*

August 25th, 2011, 06:03 PM
No guess is too easy, Sherrin. sometimes the truth is right under your nose!

As a possible hint, Saber isn't necessarily someone from the Western Roman Empire. Keep in mind all the awesome stuff the Eastern Emperors did.

August 25th, 2011, 06:07 PM
As a possible hint, Saber isn't necessarily someone from the Western Roman Empire. Keep in mind all the awesome stuff the Eastern Emperors did.

... eastern, as in, chinese, japanese, persian?

I thought this saber was roman because

Even she, no, especially she, knew who this woman was, just from her appearance.

August 25th, 2011, 06:09 PM
Eastern Roman Emperors, from 476-1453.

August 25th, 2011, 06:14 PM
Eastern Roman Emperors, from 476-1453.

there's only one way to deal with this...


... it isn't genderbent Constantine, right?

August 25th, 2011, 06:18 PM
I don't exactly like Constantine. You can cross him out, along with Diocletian and *shudder* Theodosius.

August 25th, 2011, 06:26 PM
I don't exactly like Constantine. You can cross him out, along with Diocletian and *shudder* Theodosius.

Oh, poor Theodosius...

Anyway, with the time period you set... I could only think (yeah, "I thought" about them... -pf) of... Romulus Augustus? Justinian I?

August 25th, 2011, 10:26 PM
It's that time of day again! Time to meet(?) a bunch of new characters, and unlock new content, hooray!



They took the obscure back roads, switched paths and followed numerous detours on their way. Following this Archer to wherever he was taking them. All they knew was that they were being led south, sometimes along a highway, other times through small parks beside streets and through thick outcroppings of trees. Whoever he was, this Archer at least made sure that the entire group avoided being seen.

Near a point where the highway branched into two separate paths, they took the left fork and headed under an overpass, revealing a stretch of road going far ahead, with no end in sight. On their right, however, was a line of mossy trees and a slight slope upwards, and it was through there that Archer walked, and from there led the four yet further until they reached a regular regular suburban street, sloping down to their right. One side of the street was illuminated by street lights, whose glow reached all the way to the doors of houses on the other side, nicely brightening up the area.

Archer pointed toward a regular looking house built on a slight hill, with a bluish-black roof and a mix of light and dark grey siding. Through the front lawn, which was mostly dominated by a small garden that made it stand out on this row of homes, there was a stone path leading a short ways up to a set of stairs attached to a quaint porch. Right beside the door was a flag held up by a thin pole, unobtrusive yet patriotic. Unlike the house directly beside it, whose red, white and blue flag flapped proudly in the night wind for those few who could see it, this home's flag wasn't American, and in fact not even Nigel knew which country it belonged to.

The door opened for the old Servant, and he gestured for the others to step in the house before him. James and Saber were a bit uneasy, but there was little that they could do at this point.

“We are here now, do not fret about your personal safety. My Master has taken the utmost precautions to be sure that you do not come to any harm.” The man spoke truth. They hadn't seen nor sensed a single Servant since their battle earlier, where the massive armed forces had been effectively a vast beacon for Servants to fight.

Nigel, James and their respective Servants took up seats in the living room of the house's first floor, getting a glimpse of a man working in the kitchen, preparing something or other for the group. By this time it was late into the morning, and the sun would probably be rising up over the horizon in an hour or so. Soon, it would be safe to travel outdoors.

From the kitchen came a man balancing a plate in either hand, one containing various drinks and the other stacked with bread. He placed both gently down on the coffee table in the living room, sat down, and proceeded to take one of the drinks, a dark, frothy-looking liquid with wisps of steam rising from its rim. With his free hand he motioned for everyone else present to drink or eat as they pleased.

“I'm very glad you came here, all of you!” He said with a smile and a heavy accent. “Ardem Minassian is my name, and you have already met my Servant Archer. He has helped you, hasn't he?”

James, Nigel, Saber and Hannibal were all silent, sipping their drinks, with nothing to say.

“Then I'll tell you what I want from you.” He frowned, and corrected himself. “No, I'll ask you, sorry. This... this is important to me, and it may not be obvious from, well, who I am, but it shouldn't be hard to understand. Like both of you, Mr. Hawthorne and Mr. Lancaster, I want to help my country with the gift that is being offered in this war. But I, er, am supposed to be fighting for the Soviets. I know, I should be your enemy, but wishing for the victory of the Soviet Union is not what I want, and it's not what my friends, family and country would want. Armenia is where I am from, one of the few magi that hail from such a place, and instead of aiding the Soviet Union I want to help your side, to bring an end to the oppression of my people and restore them to their former glory. Armenia could be a great nation once again, but if I were to tell that to my fellows, they would have me hanged. So, you can see why I cannot confide with anyone but those whose goals are in line with my own.” He took a small drink of his coffee. “Does that make sense at all? And, are you willing to help me, at least for the time being? There are twenty-three masters now, but once there are much fewer, then we can fight each other without too much interference.”

No longer just casually lounging on the couch, James was glaring daggers at this man. “How do you know our names? That's probably the biggest thing stopping me from trusting you right now, y'know.” He had barely eaten anything, mostly just listening to Ardem's rant.

“Spying.” He said outright. “Why would I not do that? Of course I made preparations.”

“I assume this will be essentially a non-aggression pact between the three of us, or are you perhaps planning for a more integrated alliance, a Triple Entente?” Nigel, being more receptive to the idea, took his turn in speaking, with James still suspecting the Armenian.

Ardem lifted a hefty black radio from his belt. “I was thinking more of a pact, yes, but if any one of us needs help in a battle, such as when my Archer aided you, then we should use the radios I have set up here for contact. I rarely leave this building, as Archer does my work without me being around him, which is most effective for my plans. If you need help, then I can have Archer go to your position as quickly as he can.” From his seated position he tossed a radio each to Nigel and James.

Nigel was impressed by how thought-out these ideas were. “Well,” He said, “I'm not sure about James here, but if wish for my support then you have it. I must be leaving now, though, so toodeloo!” Nigel lifted himself off of the couch, making it squeak from the released stress, and Hannibal followed him out the door of the house, off in the fading darkness to return to his own home. That left James and Saber sitting directly across from Ardem, with neither of them necessarily wanting an alliance with this random stranger.

“What if you were to look at it this way?” Ardem began, with a more malicious tone to his voice. “I could kill you now, and so there would be one less Master to defeat for everyone. Do not think the power of my Servant is less than that of yours, Mr. Hawthorne.”

James turned to Saber with a look of confusion and annoyance. “Is that right, Saber? You're supposed to be the strongest of the classes, aren't you? Of course you could kill this Archer, no problem at all!” He clenched his fist looking at the bearded man sitting in an old reclining chair by himself, his visage dimmed by the lack of proper lighting in the room, other than assorted candles that had none of the range of regular light bulbs.

“I doubt it.” Saber said curtly. “A Servant can understand the foe they face better than any other, and this Archer... is something beyond what I've ever known. Be wary of him, Master.” Her eyes narrowed with her words at the man in the corner.

With a frown, “I've got no choice then.” James was simply to the point.

“I'm glad you understand my plan now. If you need help, do not forget the radio!” Ardem was friendly once again, having lost his darker manner of speaking, and finished off his coffee.

“I'm not hungry.” James said, and hastily left the room, clutching the radio in one hand. There was no other way, he knew, and it frustrated him, to not be able to make his own decisions. Soon, he left Ardem's house and its old, antique smell for his own, new apartment much farther to the north, and Saber followed him without a single word uttered.

-- --

“Do you trust him, Saber?”

“I only trust corpses and my mother.”

-- --

The wreckage of the battlefield had been all but cleared away, save for precisely one body.

Running up to it was a young man, a magus, a Master in the Manhattan Grail War. Just an hour before a clash here raged between two armies, with neither taking a victory until a woman arrived, driving her ancient chariot against the ranks of the closest army, which was nearly overwhelming the other with a rough envelopment tactic. It had almost worked, but the woman warrior's fiery steeds ripped through the leftmost line, tearing it apart and rendering it wholly useless for the general it belonged to. However, those soldiers were merely bodies in the way of her true target.

From far off she, Servant Rider, had sensed the presence she knew all too well, of a member of the people who had oppressed her own so wrongly. For their crimes she had burned down their cities and nearly drove them off of her island, but she was in the end defeated, letting their greed run unchecked once more in her lands. She had failed as a queen to protect her people, to defeat the Romans. She was Boudicca, the warrior queen of the so-called barbarians of what would, one day, be the United Kingdom, the grand British Isles, and an empire to match that of the Roman scourge.

She had known that this woman she had spotted from far off was none other than a Roman. She knew not who it was, but specifics were unimportant. Her hope had been to destroy this Roman woman with one great charge, but such an offence had failed. A javelin pierced her heart and nearly killed her instantly, and a slice through the stomach of one of her horses toppled the balance of her chariot, dragging it through the dirt until it fell over, defeated absolutely. If only she had known the respect that the Roman Servant had demonstrated, then perhaps she could have had her second life end in peace.

Her Master was on his knees beside her corpse, pounding the grass until his fist was slamming into wet dirt, tears falling down his cheeks and wetting Boudicca's now pale face. He closed his eyes, unable to look at the death of someone who had seemed so strong. It was unwarranted, a demise so swift, useless and unheroic. She deserved a second chance, but such was now impossible. If only he had been there to save her, to use his command spells to make her faster, stronger, in some way able to defeat her foe!

Boudicca's chariot and horses faded from the world, decomposing into fragments of magical energy, carried off as if on the wind to somewhere far away. So, too, did her body leave. Within an instant there was no trace of her figure left on the now pristine grass.

“Eh? No man should have to cry on the battlefield! You are my Master, having summoned me, and from now on you will have no need to mourn, or to fear your enemies. No, not with the support of my Grande Armée.”

On the horizon, the glare of the sun arose to greet a new morning.


And there you have it. Stuff is confirmed, and stuff is made into questions. Just you wait until the thrilling next episode!

August 25th, 2011, 10:36 PM
Genderbent Napoleon in this shizzle?

August 25th, 2011, 10:37 PM

August 25th, 2011, 10:38 PM
Too bad. Would have been hot.

August 25th, 2011, 10:44 PM
^ I felt she would have been a loli.

August 25th, 2011, 10:52 PM

August 25th, 2011, 10:53 PM
Nope, no loli Napoleon here. He was 5'7'' in real life after all, which is pretty average.

I will only do one genderbending per story.

August 25th, 2011, 10:55 PM

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August 25th, 2011, 11:08 PM

Hopefully I'll get on my ass and update the Wiseup! thread.

August 26th, 2011, 12:11 AM
Jeez, making up names for Noble Phantasms is hard. How does Nasu do it?

August 26th, 2011, 12:12 AM
He puts words into a hat, and has a random staffer grab a few.

August 26th, 2011, 12:14 AM
I intentionally try to make mine sound a little Engrish-y, especially with the subtitles. It's fun to try, but just making up names... after a while, it's kind of like, "The X of Y" or *wordvomit*

August 26th, 2011, 12:20 AM
Have fun with making up 23+ noble phantasms!

Unless you already have all of them figured out, then congrats, I guess.

August 26th, 2011, 12:33 AM
If he has 23 *servants* figured out by now, I'll eat my hat.

August 26th, 2011, 12:42 AM
Oh, I've figured out who every Servant is already and what class they are, as well as most of their relationships with other Servants. I've made full profiles for some of the cooler ones that haven't shown up yet, as well. At least I know the NPs for those guys/gals.

Like Napoleon. His NPs are simply GOD-TIER, seriously.

August 26th, 2011, 12:44 AM
Now if he was just a loli...

So you do have all the servants figured out? Well you had better eat that hat of yours RR.

August 26th, 2011, 12:49 AM
I guess I'd better. That's now done.

So I take it you're ignoring the whole Nasuverse "modern heroes are weaker" thing that goes on? Since you're clearly putting Napoleon in the very high tier.

August 26th, 2011, 12:50 AM
Napoleon has a pretty amazing fame boost, probably.

August 26th, 2011, 12:52 AM
True, but in the Nasuverse that still won't save a modern hero.

Life isn't fair.

August 26th, 2011, 01:22 AM
Napoleon had an entire, personal army of 690,000 men (at the beginning of his Russian campaign), all professionally trained and highly experienced, with top of the line equipment. In comparison, Rome in the Second Punic War could muster 800,000 men, and that's from drafting every single able bodied man in the Italian Peninsula.

In an in-fic example of where he would excel, put his 1812 era army against forces from the third and fourth centuries BC. Who do you imagine is going to win?

August 26th, 2011, 01:31 AM
Obviously the older troops, because of some lol!nasu ass pull.

August 26th, 2011, 01:33 AM
Yes. In this story, 40,000 soldiers from antiquity will definitely defeat 700,000 Napoleonic troops.

August 26th, 2011, 01:34 AM
Yes. In this story, 40,000 soldiers from antiquity will definitely defeat 700,000 Napoleonic troops.

Time to start singing the curbstomp song~

August 26th, 2011, 01:34 AM
There's a song for that?

August 26th, 2011, 01:37 AM

August 26th, 2011, 03:21 AM
Yeah, pretty much like that.

August 26th, 2011, 06:26 AM

I will only do one genderbending per story.


In an in-fic example of where he would excel, put his 1812 era army against forces from the third and fourth centuries BC. Who do you imagine is going to win?

Meh, can't say I am happy for this, TBH.

August 26th, 2011, 11:05 AM
Oh, you.

August 26th, 2011, 11:07 AM
Oh, you.



August 26th, 2011, 11:09 AM
In an in-fic example of where he would excel, put his 1812 era army against forces from the third and fourth centuries BC. Who do you imagine is going to win?

Alexander's Army.

Because they're all fucking heroic spirits.

Or in the 4th war, anyways.

August 26th, 2011, 11:18 AM
Incorrect! The armies of Alexander and Hannibal are made up mostly of completely normal people in this. The only ones that are beyond human are Hannibal's brothers and his elephants (especially Surus) and Alexander's generals and Bucephalus.

There are some things Hannibal can do with his army that Nappy and Alex can't, though~

August 26th, 2011, 12:43 PM
Like charge mother fucking elephants at you?

August 26th, 2011, 12:54 PM
... and to be really nitpicking, there would be a problem with what I think Napoleon's NP is, compared to Alexander's one...

August 26th, 2011, 05:38 PM
What do you mean, Sherrin? The Grand Armee is not his only Np, after all, and Alexander has more than just his army as well.

August 26th, 2011, 06:01 PM
Well, you see, there's a reason why Alexander can summon his whole army, but Saber doesn't summon the Knights of the Round Table... Alexander and his army are like a single entity, with the same dream and soul (that's why their RM is shared between thousand of different people, while something like that should be impossible by RM's definition). The Knights, while everyone serving under King Arthur, were independent heroes with their own history.

Napoleon... well, unless in your fanfic he doesn't become a leader with the same charisma of an Alexander the Great (really difficult, but I admit not impossible), he won't able to summon anyone.

That's why a little while ago I said "emperor/general-type" Servants are tricky to deal with, because they only have one definition: they leaded troops, which immediately crosses into "king's army"... except Alexander's army is some kind of one-time miracle of charisma between him and his soldiers, something that cannot be so easy replicated.

I am happy to hear Napoleon has other NP, but still... the Grand Armee doesn't seem to me to be made of Heroic Spirits, so Nap would only summon a bunch of perfectly normal, easy-to-kill humans (it's a positive fact that servants in this HGW are more "realistic", of flesh and blood, so that this problem can be somewhat avoided)... if not unable to summon an army at all.

August 26th, 2011, 07:08 PM
Remember that Alex's army is not the Ionian Hetairoi from F/Z. It's just an army, just of a higher tier than that of Hannibal or Napoleon. Each of these servants has a different kind of army summoning that they do:

Hannibal's isn't necessarily powerful, but he has the advantages of his elephants which are Noble Phantasms themselves, as well as his brothers who are also powered up. The main draw for this, though, is the fact that he can access it more often than Alex and Napoleon can theirs. The effectiveness of the NP as well as the duration between each casting are determined by the wealth of Hannibal's Master, and since Nigel is rich enough to have a summer mansion in Washington, D.C., money isn't really a problem. Therefore, if his army was destroyed, he could resummon it shortly afterwards. However, with each new summoning his troops are exactly as they were when they were first summoned, which leads into Alexander's army.

Alexander 's army is slightly larger than Hannibal's (50,000 compared to 40,000) but his troops have better armour, weapons, and are more experienced because with every battle they engage in they get more and more powerful. This is because, unlike the other two, Alexander summons his army into a Reality Marble, which stores the experiences of the entire army as Alexander's own. There's also Alexander's generals in his Companion Cavalry, considered the best in the ancient world, matching up to cataphracts. Alexander's army is very tough and in a one-on-one fight would defeat Hannibal, unless Hannibal had the advantages of preparation and/or surprise.

Napoleon's is by far the largest (500,000-700,000 men) and the strongest. His soldiers' weapons entirely outclass those of Hannibal and Napoleon, but he doesn't have any special troops in his army like Hannibal's elephants or Alexander's Companion Cavalry. Like Alexander, though, his troops gain in power and experience with each battle. This is slightly hindered by Napoleon's low Adaptability skill, unfortunately. Because he is an Archer, Napoleon himself is more powerful than Hannibal and Alexander, though not as individually powerful as some of the stronger Servants present.

That's basically how it works out.

August 26th, 2011, 07:19 PM

No, I got how it works. I know that the servants' dynamics in this fanfic aren't the same in Fate/ (and this is what makes your fanfic plausible).

But even so, unless your Napoleon has somewhat a strong grip on his Armee spirit, he souldn't be able to summon anything because there's no link between his dream/soul and those of his soldiers (the same thing cann be said about Hannibal, but I think he has enough charisma to be a "legendary leader" like Alexander, so he isn't a problem for me).

It all comes down to the soul-link, and how much Napoleon can inspire his soldier. Do you think Napoleon's army and Napoleon share the same vision for the future, the same dreams and souls? That's the question.

... just realized that, perhaps, in your narrative universe there's no such a thing as the "power of the soul" that Alexander shows in F/Z, so every leader can summon his army regardless of how much they were hated. Is that so?

(Nigel: Golden Rule rank A? lol)

August 26th, 2011, 07:32 PM
There is no soul-link between the armies, technically. In a way, there is but there isn't. Napoleon's sheer skill and determination make up for his lack of the leadership of Alexander and Hannibal. Alex has a soul-link with his troops, Hannibal has one to Surus, the core of his army, and his brothers and makes the rest up with the same kind of determination that Napoleon has.

Ooh, that also enters into the field of one of Nappy's Personal Skills, "Cult of Personality". Basically, the skill is a result of him trying ridiculously hard to make a legendary image for himself of this nearly godly Emperor, so that he makes up for his lack of age with sheer willpower to be the greatest general in the world. He has a high enough level in it that it's bordering megalomania. Two or so other Servants have the same skill, but with one of them it's less of a mitigator and more of an enhancement on their already ludicrous power.

And, in effect, these people were so well known not just as heroes but as the greatest generals that have ever lived, so their very fame is based on having an army. Without their armies, they would not have become Heroic Spirits, so they get armies.

August 26th, 2011, 07:46 PM
And, in effect, these people were so well known not just as heroes but as the greatest generals that have ever lived, so their very fame is based on having an army. Without their armies, they would not have become Heroic Spirits, so they get armies.

Yes, armies, but as I picture it, no soul-link no RM no army that ca be summoned.

Anyway, I'm still a bit "meh" on this, I admit that the way you put it makes it more plausible. My main point was more this advice: don't put too much generals in this, otherwise you could end up in a nasty situation...

"... oh look, Julius Caesar. I wonder if his NP is summoning an army. Hey, is that Qin Shi Huang? Oh, I'm sure is NP isn't summoning the Terracotta Army. Totally, nope. And I can see Rommel in here, too; no armies for him, that's for sure"

... you get what I mean? ;) :)

August 26th, 2011, 07:49 PM
Well, it certainly beats everyone carrying a legendary sword.

August 26th, 2011, 07:51 PM
The point of the generals is to fill a cool and plausible gap that the regular Fate/ series doesn't have.

And while these generals do all have army summoning NPs, that's just one of their NPs. Napoleon and one other general definitely have other powers. Remember, they can't just summon armies to do what they want. Their armies fundamentally work best against other armies, and are almost entirely inefficient in single combat against Servants without armies.

Think of "General" as a class attribute like "Knight". In this case, Saber and Rider Servants make the best general, but a notable enough Lancer or Archer (such as Napoleon or Genghis Khan for the latter) could also be effective due to their skills as military leaders.

August 26th, 2011, 07:57 PM
The point of the generals is to fill a cool and plausible gap that the regular Fate/ series doesn't have.

Ok, that's a very good thing to do, but trying to be original don't risk to be repetitive, as I already pointed out. Balance the number of "clashing armies" with "classic" melee fights, otherwise it could become banal, and boring.

August 28th, 2011, 12:38 AM
Chapter update! I am late today because I was busy earlier, but hopefully I will have much more time over the next couple of days to bring all of you yet more Manhattan Project awesomeness!



“H-how am I your Master?” The distraught man asked. No, he was barely a man, eighteen at best, a young magus, dressed as any regular teenager of the era.

This new Servant furrowed his brow in thought. “I must say, even I am not sure as to that. But they say, do not look a gift horse in the mouth, no? You are my Master, I am your Servant, and together I assure you that we will have victory in this war.”

Sure enough, the teenager's hand still burned with the red light of his command spells, untouched as if nothing at all had happened. Boudicca was gone, but he still wished to remember her. In her name would he win this war, and he would live on to have his wish granted. This new Servant seemed strong and reliable, who could succeed where Boudicca failed.

Looking over the appearance of his Servant, the teenager thought he knew him. He had a distinctive bicorne hat, a vest and suit bedecked with medallions, and had his hand pressed inside his waistcoat. On the whole, he looked noble, glorious and grand.

“You're Napoleon, aren't you?”

The Servant smiled. “Oui, I am Napoleon Bonaparte of Corsica, summoned here as the Servant Archer. What exactly was it that made you realize my identity?”

“Ah, you look exactly like in my history textbooks. I thought you'd be shorter though.”

Napoleon grimaced, frustrated. “I am actually much taller than those British pigs made so many people believe. I'm disgusted that such a false rumour has lasted to this day.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Francois, so I guess we're kind of similar, right? I'm the magus sent here from France to fight in this Manhattan War.” By now, the teen had stood up to face the Archer, ready to move on from his loss of Boudicca. “So... what exactly can you do, then?”

“Hmm, I don't think I can show you right now.” He pointed to the rising sun. “Perhaps tonight, then, I shall show you why I am an Archer.”

The morning had come, and the two walked off northward, with Francois guiding Napoleon to the apartment he had rented in Washington, D.C.

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February 4th, 1963

Almost as soon as he had stepped inside his apartment, James fell asleep. He rested on one of the couches in his living room, none of which had been placed in their proper positions since they were moved about for the ritual.

It was around noon when James woke up. His eyes gradually opened, and snapped awake when he saw two eyes looking back at him. Saber was sitting on the floor, her head at the same level as James', gazing curiously at him. Now, though, she looked about as if something else entirely had caught her attention.

“Saber...” Groaned James, still tired and feeling lightheaded from being awake so far into the morning. “Were you... watching me sleep, or something?”

She averted her eyes as she answered him tensely. “N-no, I was simply wondering when you were going to wake. I need little rest being a Servant, so I have been forced to wait in this room for you. Honestly, it seemed as if you were dead with how heavy your sleep was.”

James sighed, and sat up on the couch. He had Saber move the living room furniture back into a coherent order and walked into his bedroom to begin changing into a new outfit for the day. Since he could do little during the day to further his place in the Manhattan Grail War, he had decided to talk strategy with Saber over lunch. He was still a magus, and victory was his ultimate goal. He had joined this war not only out of his parents' will, but also because of his own patriotism. Magi didn't often make a fuss about where they hailed from, instead rambling on about their long heritages and notable family members. James preferred to keep in touch with the regular world, something that had been criticized by the Magic Association as distracting from his study and practice of the magical art, despite no solid evidence for the case.

When he was dressed, clean and ready, he found Saber waiting for him in the living room, sitting idly on the couch and in smaller clothes that James had lent her. He wasn't much of a cook, so it was his idea to bring Saber out for lunch, though in men's clothing she looked slightly conspicuous.

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“What are... burgers?” Saber wondered, staring at the fast food restaurant menu. “And fries, and soda? Where I am from, there are none of these things!” Instead of being awed by such modern conveniences, Saber was just frustrated. The only thing on the menu that she recognized was a salad.

James pressed his palm against his forehead, feeling the stress of having to deal with this woman who had little knowledge of how the modern world worked. Nigel's Servant Hannibal didn't seem to take much issue with being summoned into 1960s America, but for some reason Saber was much less informed than he.

“A burger is meat, lettuce and other things stuck between two round pieces of bread and cooked. Fries are salted pieces of potato, and soda is a drink that we have here. You've got to eat something other than a salad, just that won't fill you up at all!”

Saber peered at the menu, examining each option individually. “I shall have the bacon-lettuce-tomato. And a salad.” She nodded at James, and said no more, still looking up at the menu.

Eventually their orders were finished, and the two sat down to eat. While James had a simple burger, Saber's plate was covered with a surprisingly big BLT sandwich, and a bowl of croutons and green salad, with a thin spread of white dressing on top. She caught James' expression, staring at her large order with surprise and disdain, the latter because of the cost that he expected. If anything, he was not a rich magus, not without his family's support.

“What?” Asked Saber, “Servants need more food than mere humans to sustain themselves. It works in lieu of prana, so that I do not have to be draining you all the time. Also, I have not eaten at all since I was summoned, which is a massive oversight on your part.”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” James said, sighing. “Still, though, I wanted to talk to you about what we're going to do tonight. Yesterday had a slow start but got hectic, and I'm thinking that tonight we can get a lot more done. I want to know something first, though: who exactly are you?”

Saber's neutral expression as she gulped down pieces of her sandwich turned to one of distaste. “I am not going to tell you that, Master. Not until you show to me that you're competent enough to not throw away an advantage, and once you decide to listen to my advice in battle.”

“Hey! If you try to hide your identity then you're just going to be holding back when we fight! What, is one of your Noble Phantasms completely linked with who you are?”

“Of course, what kind of stupid question is that? If you're competent, I will be competent.”

This servant was more than a hassle to deal with for poor James. “Oh, I thought you might actually be one of those Unknown Heroes that Nigel mentioned, and you could use your best attacks without letting anyone know who you really are.”

Saber nearly choked on her food from laughing. “I can't believe you actually thought that, ahahaha! Really, I'm surprised that you have not yet guessed my identity. I honestly thought it was fairly obvious to anyone who has paid attention to history. Why would I be an Unknown Hero when I am one of the most famous people who have ever lived? You truly disappoint me, Master.” After a few more snickers, Saber went back to her food.

James had never expected that kind of outburst. Was it really true that her identity was so blatant? He had never noticed who she was, and she had never actually used any Noble Phantasms. He wasn't the type to pay too much attention to history, though Saber's mocking made him want to do little more than lock himself in a library and read up on every historical figure and legend that there was. Though before now he had wanted to know her identity just for knowledge's sake, he was genuinely curious after she had made fun of him for not knowing her.

“You will learn someday, Master. As far as I can tell, though, it will not be any time soon.”

He ate the rest of his burger, no longer speaking with Saber, since she didn't seem to even want to discuss tactics or any kind of plan until he had proven himself to be a capable Master. Well, then, if that was what she wanted, then he would do exactly that and exceed her expectations entirely.


Isn't it sad, James-kun? ;_;

If F/SN Saber is a kuudere, then MP Saber is a massive tsundere.

The Wiseup! for Napoleon should be up soon if I don't start writing something else.

August 28th, 2011, 12:41 AM
Excellent. Every Grail War needs its dose of tsun.

August 28th, 2011, 12:43 AM
She isn't going to tie her hair into twin pigtails is she?

August 28th, 2011, 12:59 AM
No, but given her armour she technically has a miniskirt and knee-highs, though that fashion wouldn't be "invented" until 1964, the year after this takes place.

August 28th, 2011, 01:00 AM
Sounds like Jeanne's design...?

August 28th, 2011, 01:04 AM
Joan of Arc wears a dress with a slit in the side so that she can show some leg, and thigh-highs. Pretty sexy for a hyper-religious girl. Also she's kinda stacked, and has DEM HIPS.

Her art was probably done that way just to go, "LOL u can't have, no sex b4 marrege" and disappoint all those prospective fanficcers.

August 28th, 2011, 01:05 AM
Joan of Arc wears a dress with a slit in the side so that she can show some leg, and thigh-highs. Pretty sexy for a hyper-religious girl.

Must... resist... urge... to gush... over how hot... Jeanne is...

August 28th, 2011, 01:16 AM
Yeah, she's hot as hell. I'm not a fan of the Apocrypha characters, but Joan... mmm.

She needs some fanfic.

August 28th, 2011, 01:17 AM
Would have to make her personality up some, but the potential for fic...

August 28th, 2011, 01:20 AM
Shirou summons Joan instead of Arturia, hijinks/lemons ensue? I mean, she has a depressing backstory and everything, it just fits.

August 28th, 2011, 01:21 AM
Shirou summons Joan instead of Arturia, hijinks/lemons ensue? I mean, she has a depressing backstory and everything, it just fits.

Pretty much, cept maybe not the lemon. For some reason, do not like Jeanne/Shirou.

August 28th, 2011, 01:27 AM
cept maybe not the lemon.


August 28th, 2011, 01:28 AM

I canne write lemons, nah.

August 28th, 2011, 02:59 AM
Well, just because you can't doesn't mean someone else (this guy!) can't.

Anyways!!! This is a topic for the discussion of The Manhattan Project II, not Joan's hotness. Even though she really is hot.

August 28th, 2011, 07:29 AM
Hey, I don't know why, but Nappy seems to be a nice person (maybe biased towards Britain). I want to know how the young French and the old French will interact (and they make an interesting pair in contrast with Nigel and Hannibal, who are both "old". Let's see how their fighting styles and strategies collide).

The burger scene... made me think that this time Servants really need their master's support if they want to live.

I'm surprised that you have not yet guessed my identity. I honestly thought it was fairly obvious to anyone who has paid attention to history. Why would I be an Unknown Hero when I am one of the most famous people who have ever lived?

Ok, now you are just trolling me, you devil.

August 28th, 2011, 10:45 AM
I actually dropped a fairly large (but subtle) hint this chapter. You really have to pay attention to the details with this!

August 28th, 2011, 10:47 AM
I actually dropped a fairly large (but subtle) hint this chapter. You really have to pay attention to the details with this!

an hint... for who? Saber?

August 28th, 2011, 10:54 AM
Yes, Saber's identity gets a rather amusing (to me) hint.

Also, why do you think that about the burger scene?

August 28th, 2011, 11:11 AM
The salad you mean? This means she's from before "1492"... not much of an hint. Unless you mean she doesn't recognize the fries (in her country there weren't potatoes?).

Or maybe you mean that her look is famous, that her very look is linked to history?

Also, why do you think that about the burger scene?

Well, in FSN Servants, as long as they have a source of prana, are basically safe and sound. This source isn't limited to their masters, but basically any living thing counts. Also they can turn into spirit form (complete invisibility and intangibility). Even without a master, a servant is perfectly fine.

In the MGW, servants are made of flesh (right?), which means they can be targeted by hunger, diseases (probably, not sure) and whatnot. When they sleeps, they can't protect the master (who then needs to set up a bounded field or something). Also, most of them are completely like fishes out of water in modern society, and if they don't understand something they can't turn invisible and watch the scenario "from afar".

Depending on the servant, they depend almost entirely on their masters.

August 28th, 2011, 11:19 AM
Actually, Servants don't need to eat nearly as much as a human does. It's just that prana for them nourishes them as sleep and food would, and eating and sleeping takes strain off the Master and helps keep their prana level high. Saber is a small exception, as her summoning wasn't entirely perfect. Hannibal, on the other hand, was summoned absolutely perfectly, and that's reflected in his greater knowledge of the modern day and less need for food and sleep (though these are also aided by his very high Adaptability and Logistics skills).

All Servants are immune to disease, viruses and the like, as while they do have physical bodies, they are magical beings, and also they heal themselves automatically as log as they have enough prana.

With the food, you're still not paying attention to the right details. :P

August 28th, 2011, 11:40 AM
I see, thanks.

... she seems to like the salad. But she isn't vegan. /confused

August 28th, 2011, 12:37 PM
Does the salad happen to be a Caesar Salad? Because I love those things.
Ripping this out of my ass, I just have to ask.

August 28th, 2011, 12:49 PM
Nah, it couldn't be Caesar. Yellow death is a rather famous sword, and Five_X said the sword is practically unknown.

August 28th, 2011, 12:50 PM
Had to ask, just in case.

August 28th, 2011, 12:58 PM
Keep in mind, though, that many swords have varying levels of fame: Excalibur is pretty much universally known, while Tizona and Colada, the swords of El Cid, are considerably more obscure. However, there are certainly people who know a lot about T&C, thinking that they're really famous when they're not.

August 28th, 2011, 01:08 PM
Now that I think about it it fits with your talk in another thread about how genderbending Caesar would fit.

Five, don't litter information everywhere :D

August 28th, 2011, 01:15 PM
Mmm, I'm honestly not sure about Caesar. While he's cool, some of the earlier Emperors have more to draw from, and with genderbending there are tons of personalities from Caesar's era to use. Don't settle on anything so soon. For this fanfic I am, for the most part, trying to use some of the less famous characters from legends and history, with Hannibal and Boudicca being general examples of this. F/SN and F/Z generally had pretty famous people, so I'm trying to avoid that.

August 28th, 2011, 01:29 PM
For this fanfic I am, for the most part, trying to use some of the less famous characters from legends and history,

Damn, I was about to ask if there would be a chance to see some of the big names (Heracles, Lancelot, knights of the round, greek heroes...)...

and with genderbending there are tons of personalities from Caesar's era to use.

Don't make me put out that Dr. Cox video again, Five_X.

August 28th, 2011, 01:33 PM
Oh, you.

August 28th, 2011, 01:50 PM
Oh, you.

No, you.



August 28th, 2011, 02:04 PM
I'm sure I shall surprise and delight you all, and no Sherrinford, don't jump ship at this point in the story!!

August 28th, 2011, 02:08 PM
I'm sure I shall surprise and delight you all, and no Sherrinford, don't jump ship at this point in the story!!

I'm not jumpin the ship. Just keep in mind...

... Canada isn't that big.

*insert scary music effect here*


August 28th, 2011, 02:19 PM
Well, it is actually pretty big, Just most of the population lives close together.

August 28th, 2011, 02:31 PM
Well, it is actually pretty big, Just most of the population lives close together.

missing the point.

August 28th, 2011, 02:40 PM
I don't know what you mean, Canada is the second largest country in the world, thus pretty large...

August 28th, 2011, 03:16 PM
I meant that if he genderbends someone, I will chase him across all of Canada... whose bigness isn't enough to save him.

August 28th, 2011, 04:10 PM

August 28th, 2011, 04:12 PM

August 28th, 2011, 04:56 PM

Me: "This is madness! This is blasphemy!"

Guy: "This! Is! Sparta!"

Me: "No, this is blasphemous madness, period"

Seriously, this could cause quite an onthological debate...

August 28th, 2011, 05:31 PM
Well too bad, all of you, because here is an EXTRA LARGE chapter for you all to enjoy! That was fun to write but took way too much time and research to do so I might not do such a big chapter again! Still, it is pretty damn awesome, and it even has a choice thingy again!



In winter the days are short and the nights are long and cold, and for James and Saber this was only a good thing. To cope with the weather James had put on a brown leather jacket over his sweater, keeping him warm, and earlier in the day he had brought Saber to buy more appropriate clothing for her. With her light winter jacket, boots and boyish pants she looked like any regular teenage girl of the era, fitting in perfectly beside James.

Tonight, so they had agreed, they would avoid both Nigel and Ardem, opting to work on their own. If they managed to defeat even just one Servant per night, then this war would last for just over three weeks.

This time they didn't go down into Arlington, instead walking around along Georgetown to the harbour, planning to search the D.C. Mall area, partly because it was a wide open area perfect for battles between Servants, and partly because James wanted to show off the monuments to Saber, who would no doubt be impressed by the architecture.

The lights along the street illuminated the waters of the Potomac river, creating a picturesque glow just as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, not to be seen again for some time. James and Saber passed by the Key bridge, remembering the battle just yesterday, and gave it a wide berth, not wanting to encounter any Servants in that area. As long as Hannibal and Alexander were around so were their armies, and with those they would search each other out, looking for the kind of opponents that they would be best suited for. With their grand scale, there would be little Saber and James could do, and refusing to aid Hannibal in battle would likely be seen by Nigel as a hint of betrayal. Naturally, if they left the entire area alone, they would be able to avoid Hannibal and Alexander entirely, and deal with other Servants, who were hopefully easier to battle than those two.

As the flowing river waters rushed past and the many bright lights of Arlington reflected along them, James and Saber strode through the Georgetown waterfront park with what was almost ease. It was a gentle night, calm and peaceful. It was the kind of night that James could never trust. Both he and Saber looked around to their left and right, looking for what Servants may be hiding. Several times previously, Saber had mentioned the Servant Assassin. As James had learned from her, Assassin was a class that could hide from magical and visual detection, striking from the shadows and killing Masters, not Servants, winning the war with underhanded tactics, lies and secrecy.

Though she put up a harsh face during the day and other peaceful times, Saber was dutifully walking right beside her Master, ready to protect him even if it meant her death. Her sword was unsheathed, held fast in both hands, and her piercing gaze searched around in the night, and her armour had replaced her regular clothes.

The lightest sound of water being disturbed in the river caught her attention. She looked to her right, trying to find the source of the small noise, and then, there it was.

A massive ship, black and built from wood, loomed in the river, just past the Key bridge. Its mast rose far up into the night sky, the very top almost invisible. Several torches were lit on its main deck, and the scant lights showed a man standing boldly at the prow, his great dark beard lit at the ends like wicks, smoking. A laugh perforated the quiet night from this man, and his ship sailed ever so slowly toward the shore, knowing that Saber and James were there.

As it came in line with the two, Saber yelled, “Hold onto me!” and rushed off in a burst of speed with James grasping her around her neck with both of his arms. She dove into the freezing waters of the Potomac just as a barrage of cannon fire tore up the waterfront park, blowing up chunks of grass and soil into the air, covering the gazebo in the middle of the park with thick dirt.

James did his best to hold onto the girl as she swam at top speed through the water to Roosevelt island, where the dense masses of trees would protect them and hide them from sight, for at least a little while. The ship's cannons went silent as Saber scrambled onto the beach of the small island. James got off of her back, taking his weight off of her, and they ran off together into the forest.

They ran until they reached a clearing, surrounded by a shallow moat and connected to the rest of the island by small stone bridges. It was a small stone plaza area with two fountains at either end, and with the centrepiece being a larger than life-sized statue of the former president Theodore Roosevelt, for whom this island was named. If anywhere, this would be a good place to do battle. Hopefully the ship-bound Servant would disembark; that was the only chance they had. So long as he was on that ship he would be incredibly difficult to attack, unless James and Saber had a ship of their own that was near that size. The small boats in the harbour wouldn't work for this at all.

On James' arm glowed a string of lights like a fanciful circuit, his family's Magic Crest that had been passed down to him, holding spells accumulated from generations of skilled magi. This light was the only one in the area, painting the arena-like plaza with a dull green tinge. The only other sources of illumination in this clearing were near the fountains, not quite reaching the centre of the plaza. He was ready to utilize his library of magic however it was needed, just as he had in the battle against Alexander's army the night before.

Saber and James stood back to back, both glancing around for any signs of the Servant, but there were none. They both realized that there was no way that this enemy Servant was going to disembark and attack them, not as long as he had the advantage on his ship. Their only option was to try, somehow, to attack him from the shore. With that in mind they left the clearing, heading towards where they had arrived onshore from the waterfront park.

There was no sign of the Servant anywhere along the river, as if he had disappeared into the very air, or was swallowed by the black darkness all around. Or, perhaps, he had found better prey to hunt this night, and James and Saber were safe.

Their answer came when, as they were standing just on the edge of the shore, the great black ship materialized directly ahead, sailing at full speed towards the island. With a mighty rumbling of the earth it ran aground, intentionally steering into the beach to crash into James and Saber. It was Saber's split-second reaction time that saved them. They watched, knocked over into the sand, as dozens of men rappelled down the sides of the ship on ropes, dropping down into the water and onto the beach, led by their captain. He didn't disembark as they had, and instead he leaped from the ship's bow, landing roughly on the sandy beach, his heavy, ornamented boots clinking as he hit the ground.

With each of his steps forward, the terror in James' heart rose, reaching unfathomable levels. This dread captain looked like he had walked out of hell itself to torment the world, his beard still burning at its edges, and his leisurely pace making him seem far too calm in this situation. A belt ran across his body, from his waist to his shoulder, with flintlock pistols strapped along every inch of it. His coat was crimson like freshly shed blood, flapping in the night breeze, and he looked like every nightmarish definition of a pirate, scourge of the seas. He looked down at James and Saber, sneering at them as if they were mere pests in his path. The sense of dread flowed in the air like a wind, blowing through and filling James' heart with despair, filling his mind with words of fear and crying to him that there was no hope. He heard voices in his head, like ghosts, speaking to him in fading whispers, telling him to leave, telling him to die. James couldn't take it any longer.

He grabbed onto Saber's hand, holding her tight enough to hurt, and ran off into the forest, not thinking anything except for how he had to get away from that man. The reek of suffering gradually faded as he made his way into the thick copse, and his heartbeat slowed and slowed, becoming much more calm once he was again looking upon the valiant form of Theodore Roosevelt. He took a deep, steady breath, and assured himself that he was safe.

Beside him, Saber was worriedly glancing over, making sure that he wasn't going to just faint from the very presence on the beach. Even she had been stricken with shock as the captain had approached, his strides fearless, calm and dreaded as the footsteps of Death itself.

Then, the distorted figure approaching through the trees to the plaza could be none other than the pirate Servant himself, seeming to be alone, ready to face Saber in single combat here in the Theodore Roosevelt Memorial. He walked ever closer, and once again James felt the claustrophobic nightmare that came along with his very existence. The final stroke came when the dread captain drew his cutlass, staring directly at James with eyes that thirsted for blood.

No more.

The sound of ringing steel was the last thing that James heard before he fell to the ground, fainting from the terror emanating from this Servant's being. It was all too much.

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Saber glanced sharply over at her Master, who had collapsed without warning at the foot of the plaza's statue. She looked back at the Servant that had struck a solid blow against her sword with his own, glaring at him. She would not let such a slight against her Master go without retribution.

“Who are you, Servant?” She asked in a harsh, commanding tone, parrying another blow.

“I am the Servant Archer, pirate of the seas, hailing from the great British Empire, the last of my kind.” He laughed at her, and drew a pistol from his belt. The shot was swiftly evaded by Saber, and so Archer discarded it, tossing it to the side.

“What is your name, Archer?” Saber asked again, more angrily.

Archer stepped back, dodging a thrust aimed for his stomach, and countering with his own slice, barely missing Saber's shoulder. “I was born Edward Teach, do you know of me?”

The woman sneered, not willing to admit that she had never heard his name.

“They call me Blackbeard!” He shouted over the din of another gunshot, shaking his thick, shaggy hair. “Why do you think that is? Hahaha!”

Saber was unimpressed by his name, not having any knowledge of who he was. Nonetheless, she was surprised by his skill in fighting. If he wasn't old enough for Saber to know him and clearly a Servant from more recent history, then he shouldn't have been able to fight so well compared to her, a trained swordswoman and one of the greatest figures from all history.

“I've dealt with pirates before.” She said, her eyes narrowing in a menacing look. “After I escaped from them, I sailed back and had them crucified.”

The Archer only laughed at her anecdote. Why would he fear this girl, a mere woman with a sword? She looked hardly like an Amazon, and he took her fierceness only as naive determination at best. Their swords clashed and matched directly in front of them both, suspended in the air, both trying to gain superiority over the other. Their blades were locked together, and in that small window of opportunity Archer got in a shot from another of his pistols, the bullet piercing Saber's armour and making her lurch back, holding her stomach. The blood leaked out from her, and she locked eyes with the dread captain who stared down at her, laughing only to mock her.

“Fear me, lass!” He cried, victoriously. “I will bring you to my ship and ravage you once this fight is done.” His words were vicious, cruel, and Saber knew that he was absolutely serious.

In a surprise dash, almost faster than Archer's eyes could comprehend, Saber pressed forward, shoulder first, and rammed into him, knocking him to the ground.

“I am the one that should be feared.” She said coldly. Archer gazed up, at the same time angered by her attack and fearful of her calm speech.

Saber loosened the red and gold ribbon that held her hair up, letting it float away on the cool wind of the night. Her long blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders, settling. Just as it came down in its cascade, a cape as bloody red as Blackbeard's coat wrapped around her shoulders and neck, and washed down her back like a fiery tide, reaching down past her knees. It seemed as if to glow in the night, as if burning the air without heat. Suddenly she looked elegant and glorious, like a queen being crowned at that very spot, leaving the area awash with a bright light symbolizing her absolute power.

She gazed down at Archer with a look of disdain, striking even the great pirate captain with fear. Her pose was of utter confidence, and she strode forward with small steps, her boots tapping solidly on the stone ground of the plaza, reverberating in the night and through Archer's heart. He lay still on the ground, trembling with fright, the girl appearing to be glowing with the light of the clear moon behind her. Her very visage felt as is it prophesied utter doom to those who opposed her.

“What are your last words, Archer?” She held her sword out, pointed directly at the Servant's neck. He was helpless, unable to resist her.

Even so, he gave a wry smile. “Come to me, men.”

With those four words, dozens upon dozens of pirates rushed from the trees, weapons clenched in their fists and in their teeth, a fierce band of cutthroats who had hidden themselves in the trees, ready to strike as soon as their captain called. For just a few seconds did they distract Saber, yet when she looked back to where Archer had been, laying weakly on the ground, there was no one, not a single trace of a body. All who were left were Saber, James, and the many pirates of Blackbeard, approaching with no small amount of speed. They rushed in like hyenas, aiming not only for Saber but her Master as well, and she had no choice but to run to James to protect him.

The waves of men seemed endless, all pouring in like a tide, their rapacious glares soaked with utter madness, intent on destruction, murder and mayhem. Picking James up and carrying him over her shoulder, Saber dashed off into the forest, avoiding the pirates infesting the island and not taking any clear paths. She had to reach the shores, and reach Blackbeard's ship.

Just as expected, there he was, again at the bow of his great ship still run aground in Roosevelt Island. He was cocksure once again, his beard on fire and his grin fierce and mad. Looking down upon the girl running to his ship, he downed a bottle of gin and stepped down to the deck of his ship, taking up the wheel. At his command, the vessel began to move, capable of turns and fine manoeuvring that no mundane ship could ever achieve.

Saber removed her grip on James, letting him hang on her left shoulder as she took out her sword and a small dagger. The sword she stuck into the wood of the ship just as it began to pull out of the island, and then the dagger, slightly above. The movement of the vessel shook her around as she scaled it, threatening to toss her or James into the murky waters of the Potomac, surely drowning her Master. Despite its sharp turns and ragged, lurching movement, Saber held on. The strain of climbing stressed the wound to her stomach and she winced, but the knowledge that her Master's life was at stake drove her to persevere. Blackbeard would not allow her to continue on.

There was the thunder of cannons, enough to deafen any normal human, a roaring broadside that shook the waters below and tilted the ship to one side. It sprang back after a moment, shaking Saber even more, tossing her legs out off of their holds on small dents in the wood of the vessel. Still, her grip on her sword and dagger was not weak enough to be knocked aside by even such a volley. As the ship sailed down the Potomac, Saber heaved herself and her Master over the edge of the main deck, in the sight of Blackbeard. On the deck, the smells of burnt hair and smoking guns were even greater than when he had approached earlier. The dread permeating the air was near its peak and even Saber, made stronger and bolder by her fluttering red cape, found her will being sapped. Still, she stood her ground, having boarded this great ship. The first endeavour was finished.

In an instant, the whole crew was transported back onto the ship, ready to fight and die at Archer's wishes. They charged at Saber, swords and guns at the ready, as she was rooted in place by her Master's body that she did not dare leave. She knew that if she left an inch of space open these pirates would take advantage of it and attack her Master, and she would never allow that.

Her sword, being held high in the air, suddenly flourished with a bright, spectacular flame rising up along the edges of the blade, and when she swung it through the black, cold air, it crackled and left a trail of searing fire behind it, enough to light up the deck and rigging, swallowing the whole mast in cleansing heat. Even these ruthless pirates stood back from her sword, filled with her own prana to strengthen it even further than before. Her cape, too, radiated flames, and along the ground where it touched, the deck erupted with fire, fire that had no effect on Saber or her Master, only burning the pirates making Blackbeard's wicked hair seem like nothing.

With a crack, the combustion of the sails and rigging had become too much for the main mast, and it fell down towards the shore like a great tree, and it still smoked from the flames as it fell into the water, the only thing that could extinguish its raging heat.

There was no time for any delay. Saber picked James up once more and, sheathing her weapons, she dashed off, jumping up into the fallen mast and running along its length, leaping onto the shore when she felt her boots dip into the water of the Potomac river. Finally back in the waterfront park, she placed her Master gently down on the grass and surveyed the wreckage she had caused. With such a blow, there was no way that Archer, his ship barely afloat, could continue to fight.

Thus, the first true battle of the Manhattan War was over.

The great black ship floating on the Potomac River was stricken with flames, and its dread captain stood at the helm, glaring with unspeakable rage at the tiny figure on the shore. The darkness of the night swallowed the ship and all its crew, disappearing downriver, and with it went the smell of burning flesh and wood, the stench of raw destruction. This Servant was not dead, but a tactical retreat on his part was close enough to a victory that the swordsman sheathed her sword and removed her battle cape, turning to face her Master, still lying on the ground at her feet.

Once the ship had been out of sight for a whole minute, Saber fell to her knees beside her Master, searching for his pulse, breath, anything. Ever since he had initially fallen on the island, she had felt her connection to him getting weaker and weaker, leading to her hasty exit from the ship. With that outburst, she had nearly drained herself, and was panting heavily as she checked James' unconscious body. His face was covered with sweat and his body was burning hot, yet that wasn't from the flames of the ship. There was no movement in his body, no breath, and only a very faint pulse. Still, there was no way that Saber would let him die so easily.

“Master! Master, can you hear me? Please, wake up, please!” She shook his body, trying to rouse him from his current state.

One of his eyes crept open, just a sliver. “S-Saber? I-I thought we... were on that island...? Are you alright?” His words were weak and quiet, but at the very least he was conscious.

“Master!” Saber cried, smiling brightly.

Shaking his head, James sat up, and then got back on his feet. His arm glowed again with his magic circuits, and he pressed his hand against his forehead, bringing it down the side of his face. With that he took a deep breath and looked about, noticing first and foremost the craters caused by the black ship's cannons, remembering how they had rocked the shore with their thunderous boom.

“What... happened just now?” James wondered, still feeling lightheaded. “Did that Servant just run off or something?”

Saber shook her head. “No, what happened is... considerably more complex than that. I will explain it in detail when we are at your home once more. However, I believe there was more that you wished to do tonight, and there is still much time left in the night.”

“Are you sure? You look kinda beat up; I'm not sure if we should continue on tonight. There's always tomorrow, you know.” James smiled, and Saber's expression became more serious and stern.

“Nothing is the matter, Master. I simply lost most access to your prana for some time. I will be back to fighting standards after a short walk, or a simple meal.”

James still wasn't convinced. There was something Saber was hiding, he thought, and he really wasn't sure what to do. She was correct that there was a lot of time left that night, as it was only eleven in the evening of February 4th, but he did have his doubts about his own abilities to keep up.


So, here's the choice. Should James and Saber...

A) Continue on to the Mall and (possibly) fight?


B) Return home and recuperate?

Because I enjoy giving you some choice in this fic, and it gives me a breather to work with while you all do your voting. I'm hoping for a better turnout than last time, too!!

I hope you enjoyed this big chapter, and remember to vote!

August 28th, 2011, 05:35 PM
Strange class for Blackbeard to be in... mmmm....

Vote... A. They seem in pretty good shape.

August 28th, 2011, 05:37 PM
Yay, vote!

Blackbeard is Archer partly because I already have/had a lot of Riders on scene, and neither of the existing Archers have gotten much screen time to show their powers.

August 28th, 2011, 05:57 PM
Well, I may look presumptuous, but I thought he could be Blackbeard (I'm waiting for his Wiseup!) after his description.

... now I'm sad, because "Julius Caesar crucified pirates" give results on google...

Reader's Pick: the "Ghost Ship" and these

This dread captain looked like he had walked out of hell itself to torment the world, his beard still burning at its edges,

He grabbed onto Saber's hand, holding her tight enough to hurt

This looked really sweet, but at the same time... I don't know, but it surely had an impact on the narration.

one last question: so your servants maintain their enhanced bodies like the classic servants, only these need to eat once in a while, right?

PS: James, you're a pussy!

August 28th, 2011, 06:11 PM

Loved what you did with Blackbeard, flaming beard and all. I only hope that in a later appearance he shoots one of his own men just to "remind them who he is."


... now I'm sad, because "Julius Caesar crucified pirates" give results on google...


August 28th, 2011, 06:13 PM
Yeah, it was meant to be pretty obvious that it was Blackbeard. I mean, the burning beard and all.

Servants in this don't necessarily need to eat, they just like food. They are/were human beings, after all. In Saber's case, it makes a good alternative to just being a total drain on James' magical energy. Also, if she had low enough prana just from natural decay, it would manifest itself as her stomach grumbling. She likes food, food keeps her full of prana, so she eats food. If you were wondering, no, they cannot die of starvation.

And James isn't a pussy here, not at all. One of Blackbeard's NPs is literally scaring the shit out of people, even causing their hearts to seize up. Most Servants with fear effects would have it as something like a "Dread Visage" skill, but for Blackbeard it's so linked to his story that it's boosted into Noble Phantasm territory. Even a number of Servants wouldn't want to face Blackbeard, he's just that innately terrifying. Saber was running off of the fact that she couldn't run away because her Master was there and if she left, he'd probably die. She was kind of cornered.

Also, remember to vote, Sherrin.

August 28th, 2011, 06:28 PM
Yeah, sorry Five_X, I already forgot what you told me last time with the "food question". DERP me.

Vote... A. Moar Servants! (possibly, as you said)

Well, Dread Visage or not, James starts off very bad... he fainted? LoL, I can understand standing petrified in terror and/or awe, but fainting?... Shirou rushed headlong into almost every enemy Servants! You need to work hard to reach his lead, James... (:p)

... and I have already another nitpicking, ready for when you'll update the "wiseup!" *giggles and rubs hands*

August 28th, 2011, 06:44 PM
Shirou rushed headlong into almost every enemy Servants!

Shirou was a bit lacking in the "self-worth" department, so it's not really fair to compare poor James to him. I'm sure if some Servant had a NP that was all about making people utterly terrified of them, I doubt any normal humans could withstand the pressure of it.

August 28th, 2011, 06:49 PM
Shirou was a bit lacking in the "self-worth" department, so it's not really fair to compare poor James to him. I'm sure if some Servant had a NP that was all about making people utterly terrified of them, I doubt any normal humans could withstand the pressure of it.

James is a magus, Shirou is not. And 'self-worth' or not, Shirou showed to be able to fight really impressive servants (Berserker, Gilgamesh) that basically have some Dread Visage just by existing.

And anyway guys, if I put ":p" after a paragraph, there is a reason. I'm joking in calling James a pussy.

... I have a question: it's the grail that chooses the masters in your fanfic, or the association, or who else?

August 28th, 2011, 06:54 PM
Shirou never faced a Servant with Dread Visage, though.

August 28th, 2011, 06:58 PM
And anyway guys, if I put ":p" after a paragraph, there is a reason. I'm joking in calling James a pussy.

I figured, but the desire to argue over anything and everything is just so tempting on BL.

August 28th, 2011, 07:10 PM
Shirou never faced a Servant with Dread Visage, though.

Booooh! Author, get off the stage!


I figured, but the desire to argue over anything and everything is just so tempting on BL.

Indeed it is. Let's argue more.

Five_X, you didn't answered me. I want to know!

August 28th, 2011, 07:16 PM
Indeed it is. Let's argue more.

Ehehe. I wonder why it is that the instant I'm encouraged to argue over something, I lose all desire to argue.

It doesn't help that I don't know what we could argue about.

August 28th, 2011, 07:19 PM
It doesn't help that I don't know what we could argue about.

For now, me neither. But we'll find something in the future.

August 28th, 2011, 07:26 PM
For now, me neither. But we'll find something in the future.

Definitely. Maybe Five_X will give us some powerlevels to debate or something.

August 28th, 2011, 07:30 PM
Ooooohhh... powerlevels. You know when you begin, but not when you'll end.

August 28th, 2011, 07:33 PM
It's the Association that chooses the Masters, unless there's a deficiency, then the Manhattan Project itself gets some people by forcing them to be Masters. Of course, none of this ensures that the people getting in are at all reliable or willing to fight for the original goals that the creators of the Manhattan Project II had in mind.

Powerlevels? Mmm... depends on how many familiar characters I bring into play, and how much attention you all pay to the Wiseups.

August 28th, 2011, 07:45 PM
Powerlevels? Mmm... depends on how many familiar characters I bring into play, and how much attention you all pay to the Wiseups.

Oh it'll happen. You can't stop it.

August 28th, 2011, 07:51 PM
Eh, to be honest, never had a discussion on powerlevels from a fanfic.

It helps that we can ask the author. Probably.

August 28th, 2011, 07:52 PM
There's a first time for everything! Especially if he includes canon Servants.

August 28th, 2011, 07:55 PM
There's a first time for everything! Especially if he includes canon Servants.

He included Alexander, and he isn't exactly like his canon counterpart.

Ok here we go: Boudicca vs Saber, in the middle of two armies clashing, and Saber has a spear.


August 28th, 2011, 08:10 PM
He included Alexander, and he isn't exactly like his canon counterpart.

Ok here we go: Boudicca vs Saber, in the middle of two armies clashing, and Saber has a spear.


OKAY, I GOT THIS. Let's see.. usually in power level debates the first thing you do is disregard facts! So, Saber totally won't one shot Boudicca with a random spear. Second, Boudicca will totally not be rarin' to go and won't charge against Saber at full strength, because Boudicca totally likes the Romans, amirite? Thirdly, in her super calm state of mind Boudicca will easily come up with a cunning plan to fight Saber.

Alright, from these facts that I just horribly skewered, I can calmly and definitively say that the winner would be Boudicca.


August 28th, 2011, 08:34 PM
No because, you see, Saber burned down a ship that is bigger than a chariot now you have to picture how Saber would react in war-like scenario with Hannibal and Alexander and Hannibal summoned elephants that are fireproof so that if you launch the spear the wind that is the air that is the oxygen that is sucked from the men of Alexander's army burning alive would deviate the trajectory not necessary towards the chariot because it's smaller and so has small gravity attraction but you can't really use this example because pirates don't get along with gilgamesh and gilgamesh doesn't get along with saber so pirates don't get along with saber and sabers are just women and children but there are no children so they can't help oh well maybe the elephants could but after having watched dumbo I doubt they can be of any help and they make the situation worse so if boudicca is seeing pink elephants (on parade) she's screwed so blah blah blah saber would win.

I need to find an hobby (or better, starting studying for my exams).

August 28th, 2011, 08:45 PM
I love you guys.

August 28th, 2011, 08:45 PM
You provide an interesting argument, but Boudicca's name starts with 'b', and bees are kind of like wasps, and wasps are just less badass hornets, and so Boudicca has the power to summon hornets and Saber doesn't have Hornet Repellant (A) so she doesn't stand a chance and will take heavy damage while trying to defend herself from the hornets that will no doubt also attack and kill James thus lowering her prana supply thus making her rather hungry thus weakening her even further because everyone knows a hungry Saber is a defeated Saber and so I must say I do believe that in almost all scenarios Boudicca wins.

Arguing over bullshit IS a hobby.

Love you too, Five_X.

August 28th, 2011, 09:01 PM
I love you too Five_X, but my shining ass I am be able to do such a brainstorming again (at least for tonight). Boudicca comes from England and Saber is blond, so they are both wasps (white anglo-saxons protestants). And hungry saber is a problem only if it's Alter.

... going to bed guys, it's late as hell.

August 28th, 2011, 09:11 PM
Well, with all that over with, the choice of (A) is locked in. I will write it up ASAPU!

August 28th, 2011, 11:08 PM
Doing some research, I just learned something that makes one of the Servants veeeeery interesting. You'll see once I get to that point, but that's going to be a good while from now.

August 29th, 2011, 07:08 AM
Random thought: until now we have seen only historical characters servants. There will be mythological heroes too?

August 29th, 2011, 11:48 AM

August 29th, 2011, 11:49 AM

August 29th, 2011, 01:05 PM
And in fact, to go with that, "Hooray!", there's a new update for you all!

In the deep depths of Fate/Stay Night fanfiction, there is... CHAPTER X.



“Still, I think we should go back home. I don't want you to die on me; after all it seems as if that last battle really drained you.” James sighed, arguing with Saber as usual.

“Idiot! I do not need your protection at all! Come, we are leaving for... wherever you specified earlier. What was the name of that location, again?” Saber started marching southward, regardless of her Master's wishes.

James relented, following Saber reluctantly. “The Mall, that's the place I was talking about.”

From Georgetown it was only a rather small walk to the National Mall, where there would very possibly be Servants, as the long stretch of land made a good spot for intense battles. Still, James had to wonder what he and Saber would find there: allies, or enemies. He didn't expect Saber to wish for any more obligations to other Servants or Masters, so he worried that it would be the two of them against a whole roster of heroes that they couldn't possibly face. Currently they had met Alexander, Hannibal, Boudicca and some ship captain, leaving much room for the more famous heroes of history and legend. A part of him longed to see those heroes, as he loved the old myths as a child. History rarely held his interest, but those stories of grand men doing grander deeds fascinated him. But even if they were awe-inspiring figures that have whole interconnected mythical stories about them, they were still enemy Servants, and they would have to be defeated. Ultimately, James wondered if Saber, whose identity was still unknown, could face such legendary people.

As it appeared on the horizon, becoming clearer with each step, James pointed out to Saber the mighty Lincoln Memorial, built in the old classical style of Greece and Rome. At night it was lit up, a beacon of hope in this tumultuous decade, a symbol of freedom and those who fought and died for it. Saber let out a small gasp as she saw the structure, reminding her so much of her home, so far away in time and physical distance across the vast Earth.

Soon, the Washington Monument came into sight, it too lit up, and Saber was awed. It was a tall obelisk, seeming endless, as if it could stretch far into the sky like the Tower of Babel itself, cursing the gods themselves with its blasphemous height. In her time Saber had seen such great things, but few of them could match the one that loomed ahead, grandiose and all-powerful. She knew that she had to get closer to it, and see it in all of its glory, touching its smooth hewn stone, bringing her back to an age long past, too far removed. She had to know this person who was so great as to deserve a mighty tower of stone in their honour, and who was granted a temple for their accomplishments. Truly, they must be modern heroes in their own right, men or women who changed the world.

James walked alongside the starstruck Saber, smiling at her expression of complete reverence for the monuments that adorned the National Mall. He knew that she would find this place inspiring, but never knew to what extent it would affect her.

What went on beside the mighty structures brought Saber immediately back to reality and the present. She and James both saw a single man, armoured as a warrior of days long past, engaged in battle with two other Servants, both similarly armed and armoured as he, and all of the combatants bathed in white, glowing light meant to illuminate the Lincoln Memorial. There was no question as to whom the battle was in favour of, as the single Servant was being consistently pushed back, having to constantly readjust his position and footing to avoid his enemies gaining too much of an advantage over him and killing him outright. It could easily be seen, as Saber and James came closer to the fight, that the man was ragged and worn out, fighting at half strength, his blows being lashed out with nary the power of a true hero.

At first, Saber scoffed and wished to leave the man to his fate and take advantage of the other two who would be tired from fighting, but then something caught her eye. She felt a strange, faint connection to the ragged Servant, a twinge of empathy as he fought his sad battle, his only support being an occasional hail of arrows. Almost unconsciously, she walked ever forward, gaining momentum, heading straight for the battle, preparing to fight as if it were her own life at stake.

There was little James could do besides use his command spell, but he didn't want to waste it. No, there was a chance that Saber could win this fight. He believed her instincts as a Servant, and watched from afar as she joined the fray, changing the entire dynamic of the situation.

The two opposing Servants had no idea that Saber was approaching until it was two late. Against them she was like a bullet speeding towards its target, rushing ever forward until the first, brutal contact. From afar their movements were all nearly too fast to be comprehended by the naked eye, appearing merely as bright lights thrashing in the darkness. Saber aided the weakened Servant, with him pushing back the other two until they were out of James' sight. However, this so-called victory seemed to him to be more of a foe's tactical retreat than their defeat. They were gone, though, and for the moment, that was all that mattered. With the battle over, James could rejoin Saber and meet this new Servant, who had somehow attracted such a cold person to fight on his side without question.

“Ah!” Saber said, noticing the arrival of James, under the light of a lamppost. “There is my Master, who was spectating the battle. We journeyed here from an island to the north, where I had an encounter with a notably hostile Servant Archer.”

The man Saber was talking to, still looking beaten up from the recent heavy fighting, pondered her words. “Is he a good Master?”

Saber looked over at James who was fast approaching. “He is acceptable.” She said, looking more at James than the Servant in front of her.

“In any case, why did you aid me, there? I see that you are without question a Roman, but from whose family do you claim lineage?” The man was surprisingly short, but had an honest cast to his face, and wore armour hardened from what seemed like nearly endless battle.

“Whose lineage?” Saber exclaimed incredulously. She knew who this man was, without a doubt, merely upon seeing him. “I am descended from none but yourself, Aeneas of Troy!”

He cracked a smile. “So you know who I am? As heartening as it may be to know that there are more in this conflict that share my blood, it is nothing notable. Nearly all famous Romans owe their heritage to me, Aeneas, blessed of the gods and mortal son of Aphrodite. Be they Romulus, Remus, Scipio or Sulla, they all are my children, great men of Rome – and, perhaps, women as well.”

“You do not know me, though? Your knowledge of later Roman history must not be as complete as you may believe.” Saber assured Aeneas of her fame, but regardless, he seemed to not at all be able to perceive her identity. At this point, hiding her true name almost seemed annoying for her.

“I am sorry, but you do not seem to be anyone I would have knowledge of. I apologize if you truly are the grand figure you claim to be, but for now, let us aid each other in this currently ongoing set of battles, here in this National Mall as it is known.” Aeneas led Saber as well as James out of the open space of the Mall into the more secluded area inside the Lincoln Memorial, where yet more Masters and their Servants were waiting.

James nudged Saber slightly. “Do you have any idea of who these guys-” He noticed a woman with a bow leaning against a wall- “er, and a girl, well, do you know them?”

Unsure herself, Saber looked about the Memorial. “As I can tell, there is Aeneas, and... Romulus and Remus! Incredible... though the two others I am not sure of. The one bound in chains could be anyone, though he is more than likely of the Berserker class if he has to be restrained in such a way. The woman with the bow is obviously an Archer, perhaps a legendary Amazon or some famous figure such as that. I am not entirely sure at all in this case.”

Just as she said, in one corner of the room, chained to the walls with heavy grey bonds was a large man, taller than most, whose eyes seethed with inhuman rage, and his hands clenched his sword and shield at all times, gripping them hard enough to snap them in two if they were not sufficiently magical. The Archer, away from the rest of the group, was beside a woman who was likely her Master, and with her distant gaze and calm grasp on her bow seemed aloof and ready for combat. To stop these Servants, there must have been incredible opposition.

Naturally, it was Aeneas who gave an explanation of their predicament to James and Saber.

“Coming from the East, near a great domed building beyond the obelisk, are three Servants. Of them I have only seen two: a man with a spear and great shield, fighting evasively, and another with a sword who charges seemingly without any care for his life. The third has been seen from afar, but has not made a move. Therefore, we must watch him with suspicion, lest he take us by surprise. Your arrival is fortuitous: I had planned on convincing Berserker's Master to unleash his Servant, but as it stands now, we do not need such a... destructive ally.” Aeneas pointed out of the Lincoln Memorial, towards the Capitol Building, far off in the distance. Even with the lights all around it, it was difficult to see more than the tall dome.

Saber nodded, understanding Aeneas' situation. “So, then, when will we attack? Personally, I would suggest we at first retaliate to their next assault, then push them back to their own side of the Mall with a splendid offence.”

James had heard enough, and left Saber's side to sate his curiosity as to the other Masters in the Memorial. First, he wanted to talk with the Master of Romulus and Remus, an unusual Servant pair, instead of just one person. Their Master was sitting lazily cross-legged on the ground beside them, his back against a stone wall of the Memorial. He had worn-out, dirtied clothes, and his hair was messed up and flecked with dirt. His face was long and he wore a frown, all accentuating the bags under his eyes. He looked up almost forlornly as James neared him.

“They're useless. So, stupidly useless.” Was his response when James asked him what his Servants were like. “I wish I had summoned a better one, er, two, you know?”

In this case, James couldn't really complain. He hadn't yet seen his Servant in many battles, but she seemed powerful enough. “

“And even you summoned this pretty girl, I just have two kids who keep bickering with each other, it lost its amusement after the first day.” He sighed, hanging his head. “I'm Filippo, by the way, representative of Italy. My Servants are both Caster, and again, they're useless. Pity me, please.” James had a feeling that while this man was at least a little depressed, his tone made it obvious that he wasn't often serious.

James held back a laugh. “Alright, alright. I'm James, and that girl, yeah, she's my Servant, a Saber actually.” That only made Filippo feel worse, burying his face in his hands and muttering something about Italians never having good luck.

“Surely they can do something, right?” James said, trying to make Filippo feel better.

The Italian man gave a sharp shake of his head. “All they do is keep up a boundary field here so that nobody notices us, and even then I have to help them with it. How, how the hell did they get summoned as Casters?”

Nodding, James left him to his thoughts and went to speak with the other Masters in the Memorial, wanting to try to understand their mindsets compared to his own. At this point he, like Saber, didn't want any more alliances, though with the manner in which she was speaking to Aeneas, she seemed infatuated with helping the hero, conversing with him at length on matters that had little or no relation to the battles to come.


Poor Filippo: two crappy Servants in one.

Also, le gasp! Is this Aeneas trying to steal James' girl? At least, that's what the ending seemed to me. Hell, I might even write that in!

August 29th, 2011, 01:11 PM
Aeneas, mmmmm, nice. Hmmmm... very classical era right now.

August 29th, 2011, 01:25 PM
Yeah, you'll learn what's really up in the next chapter.

August 29th, 2011, 01:54 PM


*clap clap clap*

*glare of disappointment*

August 29th, 2011, 02:38 PM
And Aeneas is the son of Venus, who is the daughter of some horny foam out in the sea!

Also don't forget Romulus and Remus, also related to Aeneas. It's a big, happy family!

August 29th, 2011, 02:46 PM
Boobius Caesar.


August 29th, 2011, 02:58 PM
Wouldn't gender swapping Heracles, or Alexander, or Achilles, or Genghis Khan be worse?

August 29th, 2011, 03:02 PM
Genderswap Achilles would be hot.

August 29th, 2011, 03:05 PM
Fem!Achilles would be the most hilarious lesbian ever.

August 29th, 2011, 03:07 PM
You mean best lesbian.

August 29th, 2011, 03:08 PM
Genderswap Achilles would be hot.


... anyway, trying to forget... that... I want to see what you can pull out for Aeneas and R&R. Also, Filippo summoned two servants in one? As in, instead of one caster he gets two because they have a myth in common?

August 29th, 2011, 03:11 PM
Yes, Rom and Reem are the same Servant, just 2 in 1, as it were. They're pathetically weak, though and won't be able to do much since they're summoned as a Caster.

August 29th, 2011, 03:14 PM

I do not see how. Hot mostly naked fit lesbian?

August 29th, 2011, 03:15 PM
Imagine the shenanigans!