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    Quote Originally Posted by fsnfan View Post
    Hey, where's Illya? And Ai?
    Well, Ilya is playing Silk to Shirou's Spider-Man - both in terms of power sets and pheromone issues (I thought it made sense, given their similar backgrounds) - and Ai will, eventually, be inheriting some form of Spider-Girl mantle . . .
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    A Weasley Family (pre-)Christmas

    Continuing . . .




    The Burrow, Devon
    December 20th, 1999









    “Did you know,” Percy said casually, “that Father’s old office receives inputs from the Improper Use of Magic Office?”

    Ginny wasn’t a Master Occlumens, by any means—too passionate by half, according to Neville (not that he considered that a bad thing)—but she was hardly unskilled in the discipline. Besides, she was the youngest Weasley and sole girl in a family of seven siblings; learning how to lie believably and keep a straight face were skills she’d spent years perfecting.

    “. . . I’ve never thought about it,” she allowed, letting a hint of confusion colour her voice, “but that would make sense. After all, it’s rather hard to track down misused mundane artefacts if you’ve no idea what’s enchanted, after all.”

    Unfortunately, Percy had been her brother—and the officious stickler, at that—for all of her life, so he wasn’t entirely unable to look past her “butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth; and by the way, I have the deed to this bridge . . .” facade.

    “Naturally,” he agreed. “And as such, it registered several oddities around this time, last year. Give or take four days, or thereabouts, anyways, even though the primary magic sensors in the Ministry . . . Well, they weren’t deactivated, precisely, but there was a very powerful Confundus Charm applied to them. Expert work, too: it only ignored magic below a certain threshold—simple household charms, for example—it still sniffed out anything Dark, and the whole enchantment evaporated by sunrise, leaving no trace it’d ever been there.”

    “That seems like an awful lot of work, just to let some kid play with their wand,” Ginny remarked with a snort.

    “Indeed,” Percy said stoutly. “Especially when any pure-blood would know that the enchantments of their own home would nullify the usability of the Trace.” He raised an eyebrow imperiously. “If, however, a group of witches and wizards were inclined to go about the streets of mundane London—or elsewhere in England, say—and use magic in frivolous, potentially Statute-threatening ways . . .”

    “And,” piped up Fred’s voice, “If a certain witch, say, was to be none-too-careful with the packets of letters she brought home—”

    “Just left them lying around for anyone to stumble over, really,” added George innocently. “Well, in that case—”

    “It could get a lot of people in a proper mess, couldn’t it?” Fred finished.

    Now, Ginny really had to work at keeping her cool, regardless of her Occlumency. Inwardly, she was cursing herself six ways to Sunday—she’d gotten too used to being the only Weasley child at home, and gotten lax in her security habits.

    “What do you want?” she said flatly, admitting nothing.

    Fred shook his head. “Gin-Gin, you’ve got the wrong idea. This isn’t a shakedown—”

    “This year, we want in,” George finished.

    “And we’ll help to cover your tracks properly,” Percy finished.

    The red-haired witch blinked. “All right, I can understand them”—she pointed at the twins—“as they’ve never met a rule they haven’t liked to try and bend into a pretzel, and rarely if ever considered the consequences . . . But you? The youngest department head in almost fifty years, He-Who-Is-Aiming-For-Dad’s-Position?”

    “I hardly need to aim,” Percy scoffed. “We all know full well that Father will happily hand over the Undersecretary position as soon as I’ve got enough time in to justify my being put in it over some of the other candidates. And as for the risk . . .” He shook his head.

    “We’ve never had as much as we would have liked, but we always had enough to get by, even if sometimes it was only just,” their oldest (present) brother said. “And a lot of that is down to the fact that we are wizards and witches, and can use magic to make up for much of the lack. How much worse can it be, for those who can’t?

    “No, Gin,” he said firmly. “This is the sort of rule-breaking I understand.

    “And besides,” Fred added. “It’s the greatest prank possible!”

    “Wish we’d thought of it first,” George chimed in.

    Indeed?” said a very mild but firm voice, causing all present to freeze—because when Arthur Weasley used that sort of tone, it meant that things were very, very bad.

    For his own part, the Weasley patriarch gave a hard, searching look to each of his children in cold, stony, silence—long enough for each of them to consider the possible consequences and ramifications of their actions. Ginny was pale, but her chin was set stubbornly. The twins traded a glance between them and then pressed their lips together in thin, matching lines. And Percy . . .

    The third son—who was never as rebellious as his two elder brothers, nor as infuriating as the two who’d followed him—paled at the disapproving look, but there was a spark in his eyes that was positively mutinous.

    “Indeed,” their father repeated thoughtfully, before adding with a grin, “I wish I’d thought of it while old Lucius had still been alive—digesting the concept of the Weasleys giving to charity could’ve finished him off years earlier!”

    “. . . You approve?” Percy said cautiously, and with no small amount of surprise.

    “Officially,” their father retorted pompously, even as he waved his wand to put up a truly impressive number of privacy-ensuring spells, “I have not heard this conversation. In fact, I am puttering around in my shed at this very moment. In the event that you or any of your friends are captured or found out, the Undersecretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions—”

    “I made a horrible mistake introducing you to spy movies,” Ginny muttered under her breath.

    It had seemed like such a good idea at the time—Galen’s and Hermione’s dads both seemed to enjoy them, and they were “normal” fathers, like hers . . .

    “Nonsense, Ginny,” he refuted. “They’re delightful.” He cleared his throat. “In any case, while neither Kingsley nor I are Albus Dumbledore, we do miss very few tricks between us, and I try to keep my hand in on the non-magical side of things. I did miss the sensor alert, Percy—good on you for catching it—but there were a number of small articles on local ‘Christmas miracles,’ last year. Not enough to look genuinely suspicious—good on you, Ginny—but enough to have me quietly look into things on my own.

    “As I said,” he warned, “officially, I know nothing, Kingsley knows nothing, and we’ll have to throw the book at anyone who forces us to do so—so don’t. Because unofficially, we’ll take any and every source of generating goodwill with our mundane counterparts we can possibly get.” He looked uncharacteristically grim as he said that, and explained, “We’ve had several talks with Prime Minister Blair, among others, and we largely agree that sooner or later the Statute is liable to be unworkable—maybe not in our lifetimes, or even yours, but I suspect it will happen . . . And there are far worse things that can—and probably will—be laid at our feet than a tradition of Christmas charity.”

    “In any case,” he said more cheerfully. “That’s Undersecretary Weasley’s view of things. As your father . . .” He smiled, and said in a humbled voice, “I can honestly say that I have never been prouder of my children.”

    That prompted a round of blushes and hugs—mostly from Ginny for the latter, granted, but it was a heavy and heady feeling amongst them.

    “Well, enough of listening to an old man ramble on,” their father announced. “There’s lots of work to be done yet, Weasleys! You carry on, divide up your chores—and when it’s all said and done with, I’ll have a kettle waiting for when come on back home.” He grinned. “I’ll want to hear all the stories, after all . . . !”









    Writer's Notes: I had sort-of planned for more, but the Weasley family kind of took this one away from me completely . . . then again, why should I be surprised? I am generally outnumbered seven-to-one or more, here . . .

    And in setting this up, I see that my prior's New Year's resolution was to finish the story - in my defence, I got close(-ish). I'm hoping to have the next chapter out before New Year's, this time.

    In any case, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, all.
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    Strange Days, Part II: Patriot Acts

    Continuing . . .







    St. Peter of Alcantra’s Private Hospice
    Washington, D.C., September 4, 1999









    It was a very private building, and not one that many knew of: an isolated structure in what passed for a rustic setting in the American capital, where those living out their last days could do so in what peace and quiet could be found there.

    It was also an answer to the question “where do you put retired spies who’ve become too mentally addled to keep secrets?”

    As such, security around the building was extremely tight; or as much as it could be while remaining subtle. The motto of the agency behind this particular building was “secrecy through obscurity,” and it was a good foundation to build on—few people ever found things that they didn’t know to look for, after all.

    But he did (or at least, he had several well-informed ideas for starting points), and on top of that, he was a teleporting mind-reader with the capacity to become invisible; and that was just for starters. There was very little information that could stay hidden from him when he really wanted to know it—and in this case, he really did.

    The hard part, Galen reflected, had been assembling all the data he had. He couldn’t risk doing digital searches, because it was too easy to set traps and alarms on raw data; fortunately, they hadn’t quite reached the age of total digitalisation, but it wasn’t far off, either. Still, it had taken him the better part of a year to track down what he needed to know—and the rest of it to arrange passage.

    And now, it was time to find out if he could actually do what he’d been planning to pull off . . .








    S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
    November 18, 1999









    “I am not a believer in coincidences,” Nick Fury stated flatly, “nor do I have much faith when it comes to miracles. So if you can in any way explain to me how a 77-year-old woman with signs of early-onset dementia can suddenly show an improvement to the point where there’s a good chance of her beating the damned thing, I would invite you to speak up.

    Agent Phil Coulson nodded automatically. “I asked Romanoff to go over her room, and she came up with nothing—no sign of outside entry or tampering with her medications. And from a medical standpoint, sir, the doctors have no clue how this is happening. They dose her as prescribed, but the effects are far more potent than the dosages should allow; even more so because, according to her blood work, she’s only getting about a third of what they put into her system.

    “But the results . . .” the man trailed off with a trace of awe in his voice. “Sir, according to their notes, she’s in good shape for a woman at least thirty years younger than she actually is. Not even our super-soldier research has gotten close to human augmentation that good. If it’s not a miracle, I don’t know a better word for it.”

    “If there is one, I want you to figure it out,” Fury commanded.

    “Sir,” the agent replied with another automatic nod, recognising both the order and the dismissal.

    Coulson would figure it out, Fury knew. He was one of the more perceptive and dogged agents that S.H.I.E.L.D. had—and a childhood fan of Captain America. Even above duty, which he held highly, for Cap’s “sweetheart,” as most of the world knew Peggy Carter’s name, Fury believed that Coulson would move heaven and earth to ensure her well-being. If whatever was causing this had malevolent intent, he’d find out—and then there would be hell to pay.

    At which point, Fury would be more than happy to give Coulson the opportunity to play debt-collector—

    His train of thought was interrupted, as it often was, by the ringing of his phone.

    “Speak,” the man commanded, before listening to the voice on the other side.

    “. . . You found what?!








    Writer's Notes: "We found Captain America, sir . . ."

    Progress on the next chapter is (FINALLY!) being made - but not enough to have it done in time for this week. Sorry, all - and Happy New Year!
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    ...what did I miss (in an abridged nutshell)?
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    Hmm... this is a bit of a surprise these days.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Xamusel View Post
    ...what did I miss (in an abridged nutshell)?
    My second/continuing attempt(s) to bring the Trinity into the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
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    ―Jim Butcher, Vignette

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    Oh. I see now. (/)_-) Thanks for that one.
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    Trinity: The Order

    Quote Originally Posted by MWkillkenny84 View Post
    When we will see the option "coming back full circle" and have the Seven deposited 'back' in the Nasuverse proper?
    Quote Originally Posted by Kieran View Post
    Well technically, we already have.
    Quote Originally Posted by MWkillkenny84 View Post
    I was not referring to the MoonCell, but something like Fuyuki City (regular and/or Prisma Illya/Cardinal Phantasm, were Illya despair because she's returned to be a loli) or Grand Order in Chaldea, where Illya will glare dagger at both Lancer!Arturia... of course, with Chaldea there is also the risk that Shirou will have to share soulspace with Sengo Muramasa...
    Quote Originally Posted by Kieran View Post
    I actually did (briefly) consider Prisma Ilya, but I'm unsure of how to properly pull it off. Grand Order would probably be easier, - if no less complicated to deal with.
    Quote Originally Posted by MWkillkenny84 View Post
    Better use Grand Order, easiest way to introduce the Seven to the Nasuverse... and the WTF that are some of the Event-related Servants, like Caster!Irisviel, Assassin!Kiritsugu and Kuro Illya...

    Writer's Notes: . . . As the above conversation shows, this is his fault.










    London, England
    May 2, 1998









    Nobody saw it coming, although they should have.

    They had already collected most of the obvious facts involved, after all: Voldemort was fully capable of concocting and executing convoluted plans with backups and fail-safes, often taking years to reach fruition. He was also a vindictive son of a bitch, perfectly willing to destroy what he couldn’t possess. And he’d broken into the Ministry years before—to hear a prophecy, they’d thought at the time, and he’d certainly tried, but he’d also laid a Portkey enchantment as a later trap, allowing him to kidnap Neville’s grandmother long afterwards.

    . . . Really, it should’ve come as no surprise that, on his way through the Department of Mysteries, he might’ve made another stop. But it hadn’t occurred to any of them, either at the time or years later—and so Voldemort’s dying curse, a final strike at his enemies, went unnoticed, until it was too late.

    With the death of the Dark Lord, the Department of Mysteries ended its lockdown, returning once more to “normal” reality; and the enchantment, sensing the link to its master’s life having been severed, did as it was meant to do—and blew the veiled arch in the Room of Death to pieces.

    And it took the world—or at least, a very significant part of that world—with it.








    Chaldea Security Organisation
    May 2, 2016









    “Damn it, not again . . .” Doctor Roman cursed. He turned to the communications console. “Fujimura-kun, Mashu-chan, we’ve detected another singularity—”

    Another one?!” yelped the teenaged magus. “But I thought we’d finally finished off Flauros’ plans and all that?!”

    “Calm down, Sempai,” came the reassuring voice of his demi-Servant partner. “I’m sure Roman-sensei will explain . . .”

    “Yes,” Roman acknowledged. “According to SHEBA’s predictions, humanity will now end in 2018.

    “Terrific,” Fujimura muttered sarcastically, at a volume obviously not intended to be heard, but well within the audio pick-up’s range, “we managed to get a whole year out of all that.”

    Under other circumstances, Doctor Roman might’ve enjoyed twisting the knife a little—it was always fun to watch Fujimura squirm when put on the spot—but given the current situation, he let the opportunity pass.

    “I’m having trouble tracing the Singularity’s origin,” he admitted instead. “The system insists that the end of humanity is in 2018, but I’m getting a secondary echo from 1998 . . .” He frowned, refining the search parameters and studying the results—and then straightened suddenly.

    “Ah! I see!” he announced. “Time travel is involved—the cataclysmic event takes place in 1998, but only as a result of what happens in 2018.”

    “Time travel?” Mashu echoed. Worriedly, she asked, “Is it another rogue element within Chaldea?”

    It was a reasonable question, given past events—and Chaldea was, to their knowledge, the only organisation with the capacity to time-travel . . .

    “Unlikely,” Roman replied, with some relief. “The signature underlying the Singularity doesn’t match anything within Chaldea’s files—at least, not as belonging to us. But it is recognisable as a ‘Foreigner’-class Servant, and fairly easy to trace . . .

    “Right,” he said briskly, all business. “Prepare yourselves to head back to Fuyuki City, circa 2018, this time. Your mission is simple: eliminate the rogue Servant Foreigner, or the magus acting as its Master. I’m sending images of the two through now . . .”



    Rogue Master


    Rogue Servant










    Additional Writer's Notes: Once again, this was all MWkillkenny84's fault.
    Last edited by Kieran; January 7th, 2018 at 09:13 PM.
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    LOL!! XD I'm glad I got to see that right now... and, as of now, I finally have an accurate picture of what the real you looks like!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kieran View Post
    Additional Writer's Notes: Once again, this was all MWkillkenny84's fault.
    And I gladly accept all the blame!
    92 minuti di applausi!!!

    Perchè immaginiamo?, ci chiedono.
    E perchè no?, è la risposta più adatta.
    Almeno, questo è ciò che credo io.


    Spoiler:


    CASTER FAN, and PROUD of it!!!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Xamusel View Post
    LOL!! XD I'm glad I got to see that right now...
    Glad you enjoyed it.


    and, as of now, I finally have an accurate picture of what the real you looks like!
    *Shrugs* I figured it was time - though I'll admit it was a bear to get the image scaled down sufficiently.



    Quote Originally Posted by MWkillkenny84 View Post
    And I gladly accept all the blame!
    As well you should.


    . . . In all seriousness, though - as you can see, this route would completely rewrite/screw over the series' history, since it basically goes all the way back to "Legacies of Fate."

    I've always said I'd probably write that fic differently, knowing what I know about TYPE-MOON now, but this would really prove it. The fact that the "Foreigner" class alone exists now (because what are we to the Nasuverse, if not "Outer Gods"?) . . . And then there's the question of who else besides Shielder to send on this SI-killing mission . . .
    “Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”

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