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I'm kidding, she's...
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Still kidding, its...
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that sucks
Sorry man, hope it's an easy fix.
Get the HD out of that dead box and copy your stuff before sending it anywhere (assuming that the HD isn't one of the dead components)
(This piece of advice is valid for all subjects in all timelines)
don't quote me on this
Listen to him! Does that sound like a laugh of remorse or anguish to you!?
Will your computer be alright?
Rewriting classic literature like it's cool.
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Caules Forvedge Yggdmillennia never wanted to join the Holy Grail War in the first place. As a matter of fact, he had not even wanted to be a magus.
He does like thaumaturgy itself - it isn't everyday one can have the pleasure of holding absurd, scientifically impossible phenomena in one's own hands. But he never wanted to devote his entire life to it.
Besides, magi are humans who become something less - they become truly inhuman. Frankly, he did not want to be exposed to the world as some monster who would massacre thousands for the sake of research, like magi used to in medieval times.
A magus is a seeker, removed from sentimentality, compassion and other such kind words. The path was not one that Caules had wanted to walk.
The reason why Caules began to study thaumaturgy is just as laughable; he exists only as a 'spare' for Fiore. Not that Caules does not want this for himself. The fate of their entire clan is a heavy burden to shoulder, but the only thing required of him is to study his craft, which is simple enough.
Months passed as Fiore became the head of the Forvedge family and, eventually, approached the highest seat of the entire Yggdmillennia clan. It was then that Caules also decided to explore other avenues. He can either spend the rest of his life as a piddling magus who never accomplished a thing - or he can pursue a different life. That was when the Holy Grail War came out of the blue, bearing down upon him.
At first, he was to serve as back-up to Fiore. However, when he arrived at Romania, signs of the Command Spells began to manifest. Caules no longer had a say in the matter - he must participate in the Holy Grail War as a Master, no matter how much the begrudging glares of the other, more experienced magi bothered him.
As luck would have it, they quickly acquired the holy relics needed as a catalysts. Fiore was able to buy Frankenstein's blueprints off a freelance magus she was acquainted with.
The summoning itself was a success. Even the biggest bottleneck for Servant Berserker - its great expenditure of prana - has a solution in the provision of homunculi, and her own Noble Phantasm being able to assist in the prana supply.
There is only one problem left now.
"Is she... really that strong?"
It is a simple but extremely important question. The Mad Enhancement rank of Berserker - true name Frankenstein - is surprisingly low. While having lost most of her linguistic ability, she can still separate friend and foe, and is able to communicate simple ideas.
However... he hadn't the faintest idea as to why Frankenstein, a giant of a man who should have stood over two meters tall - appeared in the form of a young girl - and a lovely one, at that. What happened to Boris Karloff or Robert de Niro? At first, he thought he had summoned the bride by accident, but there was no mistaking it; it seems that she truly is Frankenstein - or, more correctly, the homunculus created by Frankenstein.
Can this girl fight? That is what troubles Caules at the moment.
Paying no heed to the burden of the Master, the girl preferred to remain in material form, wandering the castle. Of course, Caules had the authority to order her into either form, but he would prefer not to force the issue and spoil her mood (after which her sullen moans would begin to echo in his head).
As a result, the Master is letting his own Servant be.
...Not that there is any chance of her running wild. She spent most of her time in the garden, picking at flowers or looking at the sky. Sometimes, Rider would try to talk to her, though she rarely responded - and even when she did deal with him, it was out of annoyance.
caules took some pride to being a Master. If they could communicate, they ought to have a proper talk. If possible, he wanted her to understand the hierarchy of Master and Servant.
And so, Caules resolved to speak with the Berserker of the Black.
Moving to the courtyard, he found Berserker picking flowers in the garden. It would be a lie to say he didn't find the scene somewhat ominous, but Caules made a small sound of encouragement to himself before stepping forward.
"H-Hey, there."
Caules started with a wave of his hand and a light greeting. Berserker gave her Master a fleeting glance before turning her back on him. She clearly decided to ignore him, which annoyed him somewhat, but nothing would be served by him leaving now. He should take a firm stance and speak with her properly.
He took a deep breath... and said his first words to her.
"Uh, I just wanted to say... sorry."
He bowed his head in apology, his intentions of authority betraying him. Berserker looked at Caules once again.
"I mean, for back when I just sort of blurted out your true name."
"Uuuu..."
She gave a sudden moan of displeasure. So that is what's bothering her, Caules realized. It seemed Berserker felt some frustration towards herself.
"We won't know if they come back as enemies next time. So, I'm sorry."
"Uu..."
Berserker nodded. Her mutters did not sound as annoyed as they did before. Perhaps she felt assured after finding out that Caules understood what followed the Holy Grail War.
"Anyway, that's why I think we should just focus on surviving this Holy Grail War. What about you?"
Berserker, grasping the flower in her hand tightly, nodded wordlessly to show her agreement.
"Well, let's start by getting to know ourselves, then."
"...?"
Berserker tilted her to one side. Caules explained.
"I looked up some details on you before the summoning. But legends aren't always correct, and a single difference can lead to a critical situation. So, that's why I am going to tell you what I know about you, and you are going to correct me."
Berserker bowed her head, surprisingly earnest.
Victor Frankenstein was a student of the science of nature. Obsessed with the delusion of creating the 'ideal human', he spent two years on a patchwork of lifeless flesh, and succeeded in giving life to it.
His ideal was to give birth to a wise and beautiful human being, perfect in every way. However, what he created was an repulsive monster. In terror, Frankenstein disassembled her again and left it all behind...
But even in pieces, the monster still lived. Reconnecting and repairing itself, the monster doggedly pursued the escaping Frankenstein to Geneva, Switzerland - a great chase built on hatred and admiration.
She appealed to Frankenstein, whom she looked up to as a father.
I never wanted to trouble you... but when you created me, you made me as only me.
I am all alone, and it's painful... it's agonizing... it hurts. So, please, just one more. Please, create one more of me. If anyone can, it is you.
Please... give me a mate.
Frankenstein flatly refused. It was not a matter of can or cannot. He had placed his entire focus on creating the homunculus before his eyes - and the result was the birth of a hideous creature. It was unthinkable to even consider creating a second.
Stopping for a moment, Caules glanced at Berserker. He did not understand whether Victor Frankenstein had possessed a twisted sense of beauty - or the girl possessed within her a foulness inconcealable despite her external beauty.
As the doctor denied it again and again, the monster grew to realize the truth, and fell into deep despair.
But, no matter what, it must have him create another.
So the monster killed: those acquainted with Frankenstein, those who had no relation whatsoever, and, in the end, even Frankenstein's beloved fiancee. And yet, Frankenstein continued to flee from the monster, denying it to the end.
The young man overflowing with livelihood and brilliance was long gone. With the frailty of an old man, Frankenstein died in madness, bitterly regretting it all until his last breath.
The monster no longer had anyone to hate. The man whom the monster looked up to no longer existed.
She parted with Walton, the man who watched over Frankenstein's final moment, and traveled to the uttermost north. Then, she built herself a pyre and was consumed by the flames.
May my ashes be scattered across the seas...
So ended the monster born from the delusions of Frankenstein.
Caules concluded his tale of Berserker's previous life. She had not interrupted him once. Was it all correct, or did she simply not care?
"So... your wish, Berserker, is a mate that is the same kind of being as you, right?"
"Uu..."
She nodded up and down. It would seem he was correct.
"And the homunculi in the castle... they're not good enough, are they? I mean, they are pretty similar to you..."
"..."
Berserker simply shoved the flower in her hand into Caules' face. It did not hurt him so much as it surprised him.
"I'll take that as a no, then."
Berserker nodded strongly. In her own way, there were lines that she refused to cross.
Suddenly, she stared straight at Caules' face, her grey eyes peeking through the gaps between her long hair, her hand lightly tugging at him.
"You want to know what my wish is?"
Berserker shook her head up and down. Caules thought. It would be reasonable enough to say that he wanted to reach the Root, and the matter would be settled. That was something that a magus would give up his life for, after all. And Berserker, having been granted a certain amount of knowledge by the Holy Grail, would not find this questionable.
But Caules did not like to lie.
"Well, actually, I haven't decided it yet."
"..."
She was glaring at him. Caules scratched his head, looking apologetic.
"It's not that I don't have one. I'm a magus too, of course I want to reach the Root and all... but, I think, there are some other things I want."
Can the Root be so easily reached, even with an omnipotent wish-granter like the Grail? Caules greatly doubted it. Certainly, it would carve out the first step to reaching the goal. But the path would still be too far.
"Anyway, I won't know until we get to that point. For example, if my sister dies in the war, I may want to resurrect her. Something like that would overwrite my own wish. The sister I have now means more to me than the Root I'll reach in a hundred years."
Well... not that she'd bring me back if I died, Caules thought.
Amidst his absentminded thoughts, Berserker made a low sound. It would seem she approved, at least to some extent.
"It's fine as long as you understand. I'll be going back to my room now."
Caules stood up, but Berserker pulled at his shirt. Turning around, he suddenly found a flower held up to his face.
"You... want me to have this?"
Berserker nodded, and Caules accepted it with thanks. After that, she began picking at the flowers again. And then, seeing her begin to rip the flowers to shreds, one by one, he beat a hasty retreat. There's no lake here - and he wouldn't be able to stop her throwing him, anyway.
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Astolfo kinkiness will have to wait until next update.
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My sides.She nodded up and down. It would seem he was correct.
"And the homunculi in the castle... they're not good enough, are they? I mean, they are pretty similar to you..."
"..."
Berserker simply shoved the flower in her hand into Caules' face. It did not hurt him so much as it surprised him.
"I'll take that as a no, then."
Berserker nodded strongly. In her own way, there were lines that she refused to cross.
They kinda became my favourite team after this part.
Caules is kinda cool.
stay mad, christemoBetter than his sister.
Last edited by Zenieth; April 8th, 2014 at 01:32 PM.
Newbie here wants to say thanks for bringing this in a language he can understand. If nothing else, I finally started liking Black Berserker after reading that.
Fate/Shattered Legacy: While the Magus Association investigates the goings on in Trifas, another war brews elsewhere...
-Current progress: Chapter 1 finished.
Wow, now there is a duo I'm looking forward to seeing more, just like Mordred and Shishigou.
Great job.
Mph, it ended better than how it started. Still not interested in the duo, though.
*groans*What happened to Boris Karloff or Robert de Niro? At first, he thought he had summoned the bride by accident, but there was no mistaking it; it seems that she truly is Frankenstein - or, more correctly, the homunculus created by Frankenstein.
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Caules is kinda bland.
How cute, you like her so much you're imitating her!
Honestly, the Boris Karloff and Robert de Niro reference made me lol just a little bit. I'm glad that it was just that, a reference, and barring the arguably needless genderswap Berserker's staying true to the actual Mary Shelly book rather than any later re-imagining.
Fate/Shattered Legacy: While the Magus Association investigates the goings on in Trifas, another war brews elsewhere...
-Current progress: Chapter 1 finished.
Franky's genderswap was the most needless one.
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