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  1. #21
    Question 5: Finish the following idiom.
    ‘The grass is always greener _____________’

    Archer: ‘The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.’
    Teacher: Correct. It’s used when talking about how the situations of other’s may seem more desirable than your own regardless of what the truth of it is.




    Lancer: There’s no way I’d no such a phrase!
    Teacher: It was assigned in your reading. At least be slightly ashamed.





    Saber: Meatbun?
    Teacher: What is this, I don’t even. Honestly, you lost me.




    “Gao Gao Gao”

    The sound of my alarm clock wakes me from my wonderful dream. Ah, whatever, it’s the weekend so I’ll just ignore it. I was dreaming that I was in a room full of wonderful stuffed animals, and they were all so soft and fluffy and cute and…

    “Yo, lazy king. You still asleep?”

    Damn him! I can’t just laze around after such a sarcastic remark. Forcing my body to move, I sit up on my bed and glare at my roommate.

    “Remind me again, but why the hell are you my roommate, Archer?”

    Of course, I know the answer, and he knows that I know the answer. But the way he’s sitting so smugly at his desk in his little red pajamas, sipping a cup of tea without a care in the world while he reads some document on his computer is really getting on my nerves.

    “To have forgotten so soon after I just explained it to you yesterday, I guess you really are Class F.” He shrugs in an exaggerated manner before continuing. “The rooming assignments were random, and I was the unlucky one to be paired with such an old-fashioned knight.”

    “The unlucky one is me, Archer” I shoot back a lame comeback as I leave to go take my morning shower.

    You see, students attending Type Moon Academy who live too far away to commute easily reside at the school’s famous dormitory, ‘the Throne of Heroes’. The living conditions aren’t so bad, but some of the other people living here are just…

    I suddenly hear a loud noise coming from the room. Judging by the sound, it seems like somebody just kicked our door down. Ugh, this senseless destruction, it’s probably-

    “ALEXANDER! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” screams Archer.

    “Me? I’m just here to set up the rules for this competition of kings with Saber. I have the other participant with me, so we can finish this council fairly quickly.”

    Wait. Other participant? You mean the third of our three-way rivalry? If it’s that guy… I jump out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself, and grab my sword that I had placed in the corner of the room.

    “Saber, the king of heroes has come to claim you! Hmm, from the sound of it, could she be in the shower right now? Nice, nice, I think I’ll give her the pleasure of my company.”

    Gilgamesh… Despite my disagreements and differences with Alexander, we don’t really have any animosity towards one another. In other words, a friendly rivalry. Gilgamesh, on the hand, is someone I just can’t get along with no matter what. It really doesn’t help that he just doesn’t understand what “No means no, I’m just not interested in you” means. I was secretly hoping he would go to that other ‘school of steel’, but like a stalker he keeps following me.

    After waiting a few seconds since his declaration, I kick open the bathroom door, smacking Gilgamesh in the process. Before he can react or protest I have my sword at his throat.

    “Were you thinking of peeping at me? I think you were thinking about peeping at me. You see what’s at your throat? That’s right, it’s real. You try something like this again, and I’ll kill you.” I whisper in his ear. Next, I stand up and look at both intruders. “Now the both of you get out of my room!”

    After we finish kicking the both of them out, Archer takes a step back, looks at me, and smiles.

    “Sure are cranky in the morning, aren’t you? Is it because you haven’t had breakfast yet?” The smile becomes a smirk. “Regardless of the reason, don’t you think it’d be better to put on some clothes first?”

    I look down. And then I look behind me into the bathroom. The towel must have fallen off when I kicked the door open to attack Gilgamesh. I look at Archer’s stupid grin and I knew there was only one thing to do.

    “DIE!”

    If I just kill him, then I can pretend this embarrassment never happened! After I finish him off, I’ll just go and take out Alexander and Gilgamesh as well. Archer avoids my first strike and quickly dives behind his bed. Just as quickly, he jumps back out holding two Chinese swords. Damn him, he must have been hiding them under his bed.

    “Still, Archer, do you really think that will help? After all, you’re in Class A, which means that you’re probably some nerd who’s helpless at combat.”

    “Appearances can be surprising, Saber. After all, who would have guessed that a girl who acts as boyishly as actually had a feminine body?”

    Snap.

    “I’ll KILL YOU!!!”

    Needless to say, it was an epic battle. The two of us completely trashed our room before the fight spilled into the hallway. I would love to describe it, but since I wouldn’t be able to do it justice, let’s not ruin it with words. You’ll just have to use your imagination in that case~

    He put up a much better fight than I expected him to, but in the end he was no match for me. I stand over his fallen body and hold my sword above his throat.

    “You fought admirably, but this is the end. Any last words, Archer?”

    He thinks for a bit, and sighs.

    “Man, I’d thought I’d enjoy the view more, but it’s like looking at a cliff.”

    Damn it, in the excitement of the battle I forgot that I was still naked. And all those people around the building saw me too… damndamndamndamn. And this guy, still making sarcastic comments to the very end? At the very least, I’ll be able to shut his mouth for good. That’s what I tell myself as I prepare to deliver the final blow.

    “Oh, hello Caster-sensei. And Kuzuki-sensei as well.” says Archer looking over my shoulder.

    I freeze for a single instant as fear fills my heart. Caster, one of the two teachers for Class B and the instructor for supplementary lessons. To put it simply, she has an obsession with cute things. Her ‘punishments’ often include being dressed in embarrassing homemade dresses while she takes pictures. And that’s just for the women in her class and supplementary lessons. The men in her class are lucky, as she normally doesn’t pay much attention to them, but the men forced to take her lessons? Not as lucky. Apparently, she does something to them in an attempt to make them ‘cuter’. I never found out exactly what happens, but all I know is that they would keep muttering about how they feel ‘violated’. Her actions have even alienated the teachers for Class D, who are less than pleased about the way she treats their daughter.

    But just as quickly as the fear came, the logic from my brain instantly gets rid of it. This is the oldest trick in the book. I’d look behind me only to see nobody there, and Archer would then take the opportunity to escape.

    “Nice try Archer, but I’m not falling for something like that.” I say as I lift my sword. Just as I begin my downward thrust, somebody from behind me yanks it right out of my hands and throws it away. Before I can react, the same hands grab me and put me in a submission hold.

    “My, well if it isn’t Saber?” exclaimed Caster’s cheerful voice. “If you didn’t have any clothes, instead of running around, you should have just come to me. I have the perfect outfit for you that I’m sure you’re just dying to try on.”

    “Actually, I-” I try to protest, but Caster cuts me off.

    “And I won’t take no for an answer. Souichirou-sama, could you please bring Saber to my room? Oh, you’ll look just so cute in that wedding dress I just got. Exactly like a little bride.” Caster keeps talking as she walks away. Unfortunately for me, I’m also being carried away in the same direction, slung over Kuzuki’s shoulder. Just before we turn the corner, I look up and the last thing I see… is Archer’s smirk.

    “AAAAAAARRRRRRCCCCCHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR!!! !!!!”
    <Satehi> I, satehi, thought of tentacles first for entirely inappropriate, disgusting, lewd and perverted reasons

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  2. #22
    Shinji: "Recently, I've just been so stressed"

    Caren: "You pig."

    Shinji: "huh?"

    ________________________________________________

    Shinji: "Recently, I've been pretty stressed"

    Araya: "Because your origin is worthlessness"

    Shinji: "... I'm leaving."

    ________________________________________________

    Shinji: "I've been kinda stressed."

    Kotomine: "You should spent some time with this friend of mine, Gilgamesh. I'll introduce you to him."

    Shinji: "kay?"

    [later]

    Shinji: "I hate you."

    ________________________________________________

    Shinji: "So, I've been kin-"

    Darth Sidious: "Good, give in to the dark side!"

    Shinji: "What?"

    ________________________________________________
    Shinji: "So, I've been stressed recently."

    Freud: "Tell me, do you dream of fruit? Because a fruit is not just a fruit young man."

    Shinji: "um..."





    Just something random.
    <Satehi> I, satehi, thought of tentacles first for entirely inappropriate, disgusting, lewd and perverted reasons

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  3. #23
    Question 6: At the end of Day 6, what is the last thing the man says to the protagonist before he tries to kill him?

    Archer: Drown in your ideals and die.
    Teacher: Correct. Well done.



    Kohaku: I’ll drown you in ideals until you die
    Teacher: Very close. Just a bit too aggressive in tone.





    Tatari: KATTO KATTO KATTO KATTO KATTO
    Teacher: You’re taking the wrong class




    Kuzuki-sensei carries me to what I assume is their dressing room, drops me and then leaves. The moment he’s gone, I instantly get up and try to open the door but as expected, he locked it. Accepting that, I look around to take in my surrounding. It would appear that I’m actually in a small working area, filled with numerous outfits in various states of completion. There’s only one finished dress, but that’s… for an instant, I seriously debate whether or not if it’d be a better idea to just stay naked. After all, there are several benefits to staying nude. There’s that feeling of freedom, it helps you keep cool on a hot day… It’s no good, I’m just rationalizing it to myself.

    In front of me was a beautiful, pure white wedding dress that was exactly my size. To be honest, there is a part of me that really wants to wear it. But before I am a woman, I am a knight. I have my reputation to uphold as the ‘king of knights’. If anybody saw me wearing this… a shiver runs down my spine. Oh gods, I can just imagine their expressions. I don’t think I could continue living if that happened. Correction, I don’t think I can allow them to continue living if that happened. But I tried that already, and that’s what got me into this situation.

    Okay, calm down Arturia. Let’s think this through. First thing’s first. The most important thing right now is to kill Archer. That’s a given. Now let’s figure out the second most important thing then. To get my normal blue clothes from my room, preferably without anybody else seeing me naked or wearing this dress. There are a total of eight students living in the dorms right now including me. Okay, so my best possible option right now is to wear the dress, do whatever the hell Caster wants, sneak back to my room, and then kill Archer. Simple. Right as I finish thinking up my plan, somebody knocks on the door.

    “Saber, Caster would like to know if your finished or not. She also said that if she would be more than glad to help you get dressed if you are having trouble.”

    “Not having any trouble at all! I’ll be done in a few minutes” I frantically stammer as I quickly begin to dress. At the very least, it’ll all be over soon. She just probably wants to take a few pictures, right? How bad can it be?



    I run towards my room as best I can in my ridiculously impractical clothing while trying to erase the last hour and a half from my memory. My god, I never even suspected that she was into that kind of stuff. If this was some eroge, then that would have definitely be under the ero section!

    Kuzuki leads me into a barren stone room where Caster’s already waiting. She looks up at me and a huge grin breaks across her face. She beckons for me and leads me towards the end of the room.

    “Now Saber, I want you to act like you’re a holy woman being violated.”

    Ah, so she just wants me to act in a cert- “Wait, what!?” There’s no way she could have just said what she said, which means I must have misheard.

    “Also, can you moan a little? As if you were some legendary warrior summoned to fight in a battle royal to the death who was currently forcibly opposing an irresistible magical command with all her will.”




    No, no, nononononono… I need to put that out of my head. Looking up, I notice that I finally arrived in front of my room. And luckily for me, I arrived here without bumping into anybody, which means nobody else saw me in this dress. Already in a better mood, I open the door and enter my room. Or at least try to, as the door absolutely refuses to budge. As I push against the door, I notice a sign that had been pasted on my door and take a step back.

    ‘This room is locked for repairs.’

    “You really, really don’t have any self-control do you? You completely trashed our room.”

    This smug voice! My number one priority!

    “ARCHER! PREPARE YOUSELF!” I scream as I lunge towards the direction of his voice. Unfortunately, I forgot that I’m still wearing Caster’s dress so I trip and fall flat on my face.

    “owwww”

    “There’s something I want to talk to you about” continued Archer as if nothing had happened. “Will you hear me out?”

    “…fine” I reply, with my face still flat on the ground.



    I follow Archer as we make our way through the building. He suddenly stops and enters a room, and I quickly follow him. Despite everything that happened, I’m honestly impressed. This room is on a completely different level compared to our room; in fact, it feels more like a luxury suite than a dorm room.

    “By the way, this is Gilgamesh’s room” mentions Archer as he walks toward the center of the room where a table had been set up. “But don’t worry, he won’t be back for a while. I made sure of that” he adds, noticing that I had instantly tensed at his name. I’m way too exhausted right now to deal with Gilgamesh saw me in this.

    “Take a seat” After I’m seated, he continues. “Well, the first thing I want to do is negotiate a peace treaty.”

    “Whatever peace treaty would this be for, Archer?” I innocently reply.

    He shots me a wary glance before responding. “Don’t play dumb. I’m sure even now you’re thinking about painting the walls with my blood.”

    This guy, is he some kind of mind reader?

    “But anyway, this is my offer. I’ll give you back your sword that I hid while you were with Caster and a change of clothes for you that I snatched from our room before they locked it for repairs. Although I must say, your new clothes suit you too.”

    It’s a tempting offer. On one hand, I can get my prized sword back and get out of these embarrassing clothes. On the other hand, I won’t be able to kill Arthur.

    Seeing my hesitation, Archer sighs. “And I’ll cook you breakfast right now too.”

    “YoudriveahardbargainbutIaccept.” The words fly out of my mouth without taking the time to consult my brain.

    “I put your change of clothes and sword underneath their bed. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to cook your breakfast.”



    After I finish the last morsel of food on my plate, Archer clears his throat. It seems like he wants to begin his talk, but before that, there’s something I need to ask him.

    “By the way, Archer… how exactly did you manage to obtain this room and kick out Gilgamesh?”

    “I talked to your sister.” If I had been drinking something at that moment, I would have spit it out.

    “You talked… to my sister?” I phrased the question as slowly and delicately as I could. Seeing my discomfort, Archer put on a rare serious expression.

    “Why? Is there something wrong with your sister?”

    “Ah, no, it’s just, well, it’s been such a long time and we’re not really that close anymore.” Closing my eyes, I can still see the scene. I warned her. Oh, why didn’t she listen? What possible good could have ever come from messing with all the evil in the world? But she just had to go and do it… “How did you ever manage to convince her?”

    “Well, despite my surprise at discovering that you had a sister who was the opposite of you in many ways…” Archer grinned for a moment and then continued “you’re also the exact same in many areas.” Noting my confused look, he gave an exaggerated sigh. “That is to say, I bribed her with food.”

    Geh. I can’t really reply to that so I quickly change the subject

    “But that doesn’t explain how you got this room” I protested.

    “She’s Gilgamesh’s roommate.”

    “Wha-”

    “And it seems that Gilgamesh is deathly afraid of her.” Archer puts on his trademark smirk. “From what I gather, Gilgamesh was initially ecstatic when he saw her, because she looked so much like you. She then proceeded to beat him within an inch of his life after he hit on her, and then calmly told him that ‘If you ever annoy me again, I’ll slowly castrate you with a rusty spoon.’ My, what a scary woman.”

    “But”

    “Saber.” His smirk’s gone, and he has a serious expression on his face again.

    “Yes?”

    “Listen to me. We only have about half an hour left, and I did a lot of work to set this up. And the only reason I did all this is because I have a very important topic I need to discuss with you.”

    “You didn’t help me out of the goodness of your heart or self-preservation.”

    “No, it’s just hard to hold a conversation with a person who’s trying to kill you. Can I begin yet?”

    “Alright, let’s hear what’s so important”

    Archer takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as if to calm himself. When he opens them again, he has an expression that reminds me of a door-to-door salesman.

    “Well, first I have a wonderful offer for you. My current master, Tohsaka Rin, is offering you the opportunity to form a contract with her as well.”

    Archer’s offer came to me as somewhat of a shock. Actually, I’m going to take a small break here to explain things.

    As I mentioned before, the students living at the ‘Throne of Heroes’ are the ones who live to far away to commute to school easily. Therefore, it’s unlikely for these students to know any of the other students. Thus, the school implemented what they called ‘the Heroic Spirit system’. What it does is it gives the students living in the ‘Throne of Heroes’ an ability called ‘Heroic Spirit.’ This allows them to form a contract with any student in the school. The ‘Servant’ gains a portion of the ‘Master’s’ points while in combat, making them stronger than they normally are. The ‘Master’ on the other hand can choose to have the ‘Servant’ fight for them if they are challenged to a duel or war (unless the Servant is on the opposing side of the duel or war). Well, I suppose that’s the general gist of it.

    But let’s go back to Archer’s offer. It’s certainly a very tempting proposal, as having a Class A master would certainly greatly increase my combat potential. On the other hand, it doesn’t make sense. After all, Archer is the salutatorian or ‘the number two’. In theory, he should be the second strongest person in the school even without a master’s support. This offer is way too suspicious for me to accept, but it’s also way too tempting to reject. Then, there’s only one thing for me to do.

    “… I’ll think about it. Is there anything else or was that it?”

    Archer appears to be debating something within himself. As I get up to leave, he sighs and gives me a warning that makes me stop.

    “Be careful around Kohaku.”

    Kohaku… the name rings a faint bell. “You mean that girl who helped you win the war with our class?”

    Archer crosses his arms. “Yes, although our class would have won regardless.”

    “And exactly why should I be cautious around her?”

    “Because she’s planning something for you guys in Class F. I don’t know what it is, but she’s definitely planning something.”

    I think back to her actions during that duel. “You mean, she’s not done getting her revenge on Shiki?”

    “Why do you think she would want revenge against your class rep?” Archer asks in a surprised tone.

    I hesitate for a second at Archer’s question. What did she say back then? ‘As for why, it’s definitely because I care about the standards of your morals and not because I’m angry that your in Class F <3’

    “Wasn’t the reason she interfered because she was angry at Shiki? Or was it really because she cared about his morals?”

    “Neither. I’m absolutely sure that she has some ulterior motive in suppressing your class. That’s why you need to be on your guard.” He finally gets up which seems to indicate that that was everything he needed to say. As I get up too and turn to leave-

    “Hey.” Archer takes something out of his pocket and throws it at me. It turned out to be a sealed letter.

    “That’s a prize I won a few days ago. It’s a free one-time session with that new psychologist’s office. I thought it might be useful for you to get over ordeal with Caster. Think of it as a gift.”

    I glare at the white envelope in my hand. “I don’t need such a thing Archer.”

    He ignores me and walks toward the door. Just before he leaves, he says “Regardless, I think you should go. Think of it as doing me a favor.”


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    Cut dialogue from this update:

    "Geez Archer, she's seriously got you whipped, huh?"

    Archer gives a forced smile. "So people keep telling me."
    <Satehi> I, satehi, thought of tentacles first for entirely inappropriate, disgusting, lewd and perverted reasons

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  4. #24
    Interlude 7

    Throne of Heroes rooming assignments

    Assignment 1:Archer
    Arturia
    Assignment 2:Medusa
    Alexander
    Assignment 3:Gilgamesh
    Arturia Alter
    Assignment 4:Cú Chulainn
    Assassin

    Kakera#5610984236153928423602349852638


    It was a dark, empty universe that didn’t contain anything of its own. No, this place served a different purpose. It was more of a support dimension, a realm that exists between two worlds and connects them.

    “Hey”

    That’s why this particular universe was a void, because er-

    “I know you’re there.”

    This particular universe was a vo-

    “Stop ignoring me and answer me already, tangerang!”

    Umm what?


    In the center of the darkness, a small light appeared. It began to grow and change size, until it was roughly human in shape. There was a sudden flash, and where the light was, now stood…

    RYOUGI SHIKI!? What the, how the hell did you manage to get here?


    “You really should have thought about it a bit more when you were planning out your story. I mean, seriously, giving me all those abilities? You even left my connection to Akasha intact! What were you thinking, letting me retain something like that in such an ordinary setting? Well, thanks to that, my powers grew even further to the point where I can even directly invade this space!”

    Ryougi raised her hand to her mouth and let an ‘ohohoho’ laugh. That kind of noblewoman’s laugh shouldn’t suit her at all but for some reason it did. Weird.

    Well that’s fascinating. Thanks for telling me, I’ll be sure to nerf you. Or at least get rid of those powers that allowed you to enter here. Goodbye!


    Her body slowly faded away. Or at least, that’s what I would have liked to happen. What actually happened was she stopped laughing and began glaring at me. The very next instant, she’s suddenly in a white kimono holding a very sharp katana pressed against my metaphorical neck.

    Erm… just kidding?


    “Yes, what a funny joke. Look at me laughing here.”

    You know, you’re really not acting like your usual self.


    “What was it I once said? As long as it’s alive, I’ll even kill God?”

    Okay, point taken. Can you move your sword away from my throat? Please?


    Ryougi shot me another look and lowered her katana. Slightly. Perhaps a few millimeters. And a good distance short of comfortable.

    Perhaps a bit more?


    “No”

    Okay. And what are you’re demands?


    She gave me a humorless grin. It seems like we’re finally getting down to business.

    “I’m talking about this story you’re creating. Baka Academy? Well, I have quite a number of complaints. First let’s talk about the protagonist and narrator. How could you make the main character a person like Emiya Shirou?”

    Well, he seemed like a good choice for this kind of story. Lots of potential jokes, lots of potential…


    My response died under Ryougi’s stare. “Well, I don’t think he’s a good choice for the protagonist for this kind of story.”

    I am shifting the point of view between characters though. I’ve also done a few chapters from Saber’s perspective, and I was going to do something with Shinji and a psychologist/therapist next.

    “However, the main plot will generally be seen through Shirou’s perspective, correct?”

    Damn that Akasha connection. Did she read my notes? The notes in my head!?

    Err, correct.


    “See, this is where my problem comes in. Don’t you think the story shouldn’t be told through somebody so stupid and weak?

    But it’s those very qualities that make him an underdog character which makes the story interesting!


    “Nevertheless, I think the main character should be somebody else. Somebody who is smart, strong, and beautiful.”

    I think I see where this is going

    How about Saber?


    “No”

    Aoko?


    “Nah”

    Arcuied?

    “Nope”

    Satsuki?


    “You know I was almost tempted to bring her with me? To help strengthen my position? But I decided against it.”

    So kind of you.


    “The answers still no by the way.”

    Ciel?

    “Rejected”

    Azaka?


    “I don’t think so.”

    Rider?


    “No way”

    Yup, just like I thought.

    Well this is a long shot, but how about… yourself?


    Ryougi snaps her fingers with her free hand. “Wow. I didn’t even think of that.”

    Liar.

    “Yeah, I think that would work perfectly. Me as the new protagonist, I mean.”

    Let’s be blunt here. You’re trying to hijack the position of protagonist aren’t you?


    “I’d prefer to think of it as the two of us are making a collaborative effort to improve the story by switching the main character. Got a problem with that?” purred Ryougi.

    Actually, I do have…


    “If that makes you unhappy, would you prefer if I ‘hijack’ the position of author instead? Eh tangerang?” said Ryougi nastily as she moved her blade slightly closer.

    Absolutely no problem with it at all. Congratulations of becoming the new protagonist. Anything else?


    “No nerfing my power. The current balance is fine.”

    You want the main character to be able to omgwtfbbq pwn everything? But that would make her a mary sue and not interesting!


    “I don’t care. Also, about the title…”

    What’s wrong with ‘Baka Academy’?


    “I think you can do better than that. Maybe something with the star’s name in it?”

    How about ‘The wacky adventure of Ryougi and friends’?


    “I was thinking more along the lines of, ‘The legend of Ryougi’.”

    You cannot be serious.


    “How about “The way Ryougi slit tangerang’s throat’?”

    Oh come on, that’s not even fair.


    “We can make that one right now, if you catch my drift.”

    Fine, it’s now called ‘The legend of Ryougi.’ Happy?


    “You can even bring over the characters from that other fic you’re writing.”

    You want to fight Warcuied and Remilia from ‘Crimson Moon, Scarlet Devil’? Come on, that definitely wouldn’t be fair.


    “You do have that other fic you’re planning but will likely never write. Anyway, they’re two nigh-invulnerable vampires with extraordinary abilities, aren’t they?”

    While you have the power to come here and threaten me directly. What, ‘Ryougi broke tangerang’s fingers and then used ctrl-f to find and delete all instances of ‘Remilia’ and ‘Arcuied’. The end.’ Is that what you want?


    “I’ll concede on that point. Another thing I want is-“

    There’s still more? Remind me why I have to do this again?


    “I’m holding a sword dangerously close to what should technically be your throat.”

    Now that I think about it, didn’t you also once say something about how people can only kill one person in their lifetime?


    “Very well, but can you remember the next bit?”

    The next bit? What next bit? There isn’t a next bit!

    “But make an exception for mimes, fanboys, and fanfiction writers.”

    I’ve never heard that bit before!


    “Really? I can’t imagine why that mushroom wouldn’t include it. It’s exactly what my grandfather said to me once. He came over, looked me in the eye, and said “Ryougi, people can only kill one person in their entire lives. Except for those damn mimes, fanboys, and fanfiction writers. They don’t count.””

    Huh. Imagine that.


    “Anyway, I’m also not satisfied with my role and screentime in the early part of the story.”

    What are you not satisfied about?


    “Well first, you made it seem like I would have lost if Kohaku didn’t step in and stop Shiki’s plan.”

    To be fair, I only had a general grasp of-


    “We both know that I would have kicked his ass regardless.”

    I nodded glumly but not very much because the blade was still right next to my neck. It had been a good plan. It would have probably worked against anybody else except Ryougi.

    “And there’s also the issue of my screentime.”

    You want me to rewrite the first few parts from your perspective? Why don’t I make an entirely new story then?


    “You are making an entirely new story. “The legend of Ryougi”, remember?”

    Must I rewrite everything?

    “Oh yes. Most definitely. Especially that one part…” For the first time since she appeared, she hesitated slightly. An idea quickly formed in my mind.

    Oh, are you talking about that punishment you handed out to the Kokutou’s?


    “That’s right! What were you thinking, I’m not into that kind of, I mean I’m not that kind of, uhm…” Her face slowly began to turn red as she remembered it.

    What you didn’t like it? Bending Mikiya and Azaka over your knee and giving them both a good hard spanking?


    “But why a spanking!?”

    Well, I didn’t want to make it too explicit. After all, this is a work safe fanfiction.


    “But why Azaka too!?”

    You didn’t like spanking Azaka? It seemed to me that you liked spanking her even more than spanking Mikiya.


    “That’s not, err, I don’t, can’t be true, um wait, not like that… just shut up, shut up, shut up!”

    Good, she’s confused and not paying attention. Quickly take advantage of this opportunity and get her out of this realm. I close my eyes and quickly focus and start running through my mental process. Ctrl+alt+delete->end task->Ryougi Shiki is not responding, would you like to wait for a response or end anyway->end anyway. Ryougi’s form then disappeared from this universe just as suddenly as she first appeared.



    In some room somewhere, during the dead of night, a girl suddenly woke up. “Man, what a weird dream” muttered Ryougi, before going back to sleep.



    Well, at least that finishes that. But seriously, imagine me getting attacked by own creation. What a rebel. I hope those two witches in the shard above me didn’t notice this little drama unfolding. If they found out, I’d never hear the end of it.

    *cackle*cackle*

    Damn it.
    <Satehi> I, satehi, thought of tentacles first for entirely inappropriate, disgusting, lewd and perverted reasons

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    Question 8: In your opinion, what is the most important chess piece?

    Archer: The queen.
    Reason: Because it’s the easily the most powerful piece. Clever use of the queen can dominate the opponent.




    Sakura: The king
    Reason: Because it’s the main piece. If they corner it, it’s all over.




    Kohaku: The pawn
    Reason: They’re so useful, and not just in chess. fufufu




    Note: I have no idea what a meeting with a psychologist/therapist would actually be like. If you strive for accuracy in his therapy session feel free to ctrl-f and skip past the session to ‘back into her own office’. Although chances are if you’re reading this, you probably don’t care about the accuracy that much in the first place.


    “Matou Shinji? I will see you now.”

    I nervously get up from my seat in the waiting room. What was I doing here in the first place? Yes, I did mention that I had been feeling kind of stressed recently to Sakura in the passing, but I did not expect her to say, “How perfect, I just happen to have a free coupon to that new psychologist in town. Why don’t you go and see her during the weekend?” And the next thing I know, I find myself with an appointment with a Dr. Susan Lorax. But what the hell, since I do have a coupon, this means that this is technically free, so what do I have to lose? Or so I thought at first.

    Dr. Susan turned out to be much younger than I thought she would be. In fact, she was probably one of those young geniuses that I’ve heard rumors. You know, the ones who finish their degrees in a ridiculously short amount of time. She looked slightly foreign with blonde hair (although as a person with naturally blue hair I suppose I don’t have room to talk) and was probably in her early twenties. Well, there’s one thing I wanted to ask her as soon as I learned her name.

    “Lorax? As in the Dr. Seuss Lorax?”

    She gave me that humorless little smile of a person who has heard a joke repeated a thousand times already. “Yes yes, I speak with the trees, haha, good joke. Anyway, why don’t you just lie down on that sofa over there so we can begin?” I followed her instructions and made myself comfortable on the coach while she took out a notepad and pencil and sat down in a chair.

    “Good. First, tell me about yourself.”

    “Well, my name is Matou Shinji. I go to school at Type Moon Academy.”

    “Type Moon Academy? Very interesting school. What class are you in? Don’t tell me you’re in Class F?”

    “… Class E.”

    “Still better than Class F, eh? Continue.”

    “Anyway, I’m currently living with my family. Or at least, what’s left of them.”

    “Tell me about your family, Shinji.”

    “Well, there’s me, and grandpa Zouken, and my sister Sakura.”

    “Hmm” Susan gave me a long hard look. “It’s just the three of you living together right now?”

    “Two. Grandpa Zouken is at the hospital right now after a freak sunburn accident. Happened roughly near the start of the term, I believe.” Poor gramps. He wasn’t supposed to leave the house during the day, but I guess he snuck out to do a bit of fishing. They said that some fish had already eaten half of his favorite straw hat by the time he was found. How tragic. The man loved that straw hat.

    “So you’re only living with your sister Sakura? That’s some pretty heavy responsibility, young man.”

    “Umm, I suppose Sakura takes care of most of it. I just mostly try to keep out of her way now.”

    “Tell me about Sakura.”

    “Well, technically she’s my adopted sister. She’s a pretty nice person. Until she went to that summer camp…”

    “What summer camp was this?”

    “Not sure. Or was it a summer school? Began with a ‘Xan’ I think. ‘Xantas’? ‘Xantos’? I wasn’t really paying much attention at the time.”

    Susan was suddenly looking at me with a hungry look in her eyes. “And after she came back, she was no longer a ‘nice person’?”

    Ugh. This question might be kind of tricky. “Oh no, no. Definitely still a nice and kind and wonderful person. No change at all.” I take a quick look around the room in case somebody might be spying on me. Should I take a risk? Sometimes it seems like the walls in my house do literally have ears. But even she couldn’t find out what I said here, right? Well still, I suppose I’ll be a bit cautious. “She’s just… scarier.” I whispered confidentially.

    “You find your sister scary? How so?”

    “Don’t say that so loudly.” I hissed. “Of course I don’t find her scary. Nope, not scary at all. A perfect sister, if I do say so myself.” I proclaim loudly to the walls prying ears. I then drop my voice back to a whisper. “It’s just that, she’s more firm in her actions. As in if you oppose her, you suddenly start getting extremely bad luck.” I shuddered a bit as one of my memories surfaced in my mind. I just stole her dessert! That was it! And only for one dinner! And a few days later I woke up to find a severed horse’s head staring at me at the end of my bed! Plus, Sakura had a solid alibi, since she had been staying with her friend that she made during her summer school session who swore Sakura had been with her the entire night working on a project. And gramps had been gone that night for an all-nighter fishing trip! They both had alibis! Then who put the head there!? The Golden Witch of the Matou mansion? And when I came back to my room after screaming and running around the house a bit, it had disappeared! What’s going on!!!!!

    “Shinji? Shinji!? Get a hold of yourself!” SMACK. Somebody just slapped me hard in the face, breaking my panic.

    “Thanks, I neede-“

    SMACK

    “Ow, what was that second one for?”

    She gave me a sweet smile. “Just making sure. Hmm.” She gave me another calculating look and appeared to be thinking of her next question. “Tell me, how do you feel towards your sister?”

    “She’s the most humble and kind and perfect and” An automatic reaction from my mouth after remembering that horrible memory. She’ll find out!! I’m completely and utterly screwed!! I don’t want to wake up with a dead horse staring at me again, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wann-

    Susan held her hands up. “No no no, I mean, your emotions. Do you feel… perhaps angry? Or jealous?”

    “Jealous?”

    “Like for example, if you discovered that you were part of a lineage of mages but then found out that all the magic potential had died out by your generation, and that your adopted sister would be trained in the arts of magic instead of you. That sort of jealously.”

    “You know, that sounds like the plotline for a cheap visual novel.”

    “Oh please, I’m confident that this kind of story would spawn an anime, manga, and even a movie adaptation.”

    “Sure, and I bet it’d also have King Arthur as a girl fighting a purple haired Medusa who likes to wear highly impractical clothing for all the evils of the world disguised as the Holy Grail. I bet the anime and manga adaptation would suck too.”

    “Hey, that sounds like a good idea. Why not that in too? Plus, I think the anime adaptation would be at least decent, but still get plenty of hate from fans that will always compare it to the original visual novel.”

    “The only person who would release a visual novel with a plot as ridiculous as that would have to be as dumb as a mushroom.”

    “Have you ever raped or thought about raping your sister?”

    If I had been drinking something, I would have spat it out at this moment. “What!? That’s against the law (no really?*)! That’s illegal (something against the law being illegal? Who would have guessed.)! And wrong (Thanks, I thought breaking the law was right)! Of course I never raped her! Next you’ll be telling me how this fits into that ridiculous story (hey, no need for that). Then you’ll be telling me about her being skewered by dozens of swords before eating Gilgamesh, KING OF HEROES (did he just somehow channel Captain Gordon there for a second?). You might as well say my grandpa secretly breeds penisworms and has a crush on the mother of that female teacher for Class D. Are you even a real psychologist? What kind of question was that!?” Susan probably noticed that I was extremely offended and beginning to get angry, so she held up her hands in a conciliatory manner. I couldn’t help but notice that there was the slightest slimmer of a hint of a glint of amusement in her eyes though.

    *The words in parenthesis are Susan’s thoughts during Shinji’s rant.

    “Anyway, I can tell that you did not come here due to family issues. So tell me Shinji, why did you come here?”

    “Well, I was feeling kind of stressed recently, and my sister gave me a coupon for a free appointment, so I thought, why not?”

    “Oh stress. Is that all it was? I have a simple solution for that.”

    “You do?” I couldn’t keep all the surprise out of my voice.

    “Well, if you go to Type Moon Academy and are in Class E, then just declare war with Class F. Take your stress out on them by completely destroying them.”

    “You want me to reduce my stress by picking on a weaker class?” I asked incredulously.

    “It’s just a summon war, not something special. Oh, will you look at the time. Sorry, I’m closing up now, just leave your coupon on my desk when you go.” She gave me a look that stated this session was definitely over, so I dropped the coupon off on her desk and left. Maybe her suggestion was worth something after all. Class E was already thinking about fighting Class F, and plus, she was a professional. I’m sure she knows what she’s talking about.



    Susan walked back into her own office which would have surprised anybody who had been following her. It was more like a surveillance room than an office, and seemed pretty high-tech. After locking the door and checking the monitors that filled a wall to make sure everybody had left, she began tidying her papers. A few seconds later, there was a small clicking noise as a hidden door opened from the wall and somebody stepped out. Susan didn’t even bother to look up.

    “Hello Kohaku.”

    “Hello Sakura. You can take off that disguise now.”

    Sakura shrugged and took off her Susan mask. After carefully picking up an envelope off her desk, she finally looked up at Kohaku.

    “You know, I’m honestly impressed at the speed at which you got your psychology degree. You’re probably as good as it as I am at medicine now.”

    “Thank you. How long have you been here watching?”

    “Oh, since around the beginning of the very last appointment with your brother. I never knew you were adopted.”

    “Oh yes. I was originally part of the Tohsaka family.”

    “That’s not your original hair color then?”

    “Nope.”

    “Why’d it change to purple? And what happened between you and the Tohsaka family?”

    Sakura shrugged the universal ‘hell if I know’.



    “Tangerang has no idea. Let’s just put down her changing families and hair colors as part of the theory of narrative. It just wouldn’t be Sakura if she wasn’t Shinji’s sister and had purple hair. But that wouldn’t satisfy you, would it? Fine, Sakura’s purple hair is the result of a heartrending hair dye experiment gone wrong in her youth, and the reason she’s part of the Matou family is-”

    “Um, Ryougi, are you feeling okay? What the hell are you talking about?”

    “Sorry Arc, I got distracted a bit. What were we talking about?”

    “Well Saber ate so much that she passed out. Again. I didn’t bring any money with me, so can you pay the bill? I’ll reimburse you with some gold when we stop by my place later. *pause. I wonder who the hell keeps sending me all that gold anyway.”



    A short silences passes between the two of them, and the atmosphere changes. It’s no longer quite as friendly, but it’s still not hostile either. Kohaku crosses her arms and Sakura gives her a slight nod, indicating that the real business is about to begin.

    “So? I came here as fast as I could after I got your message. What’s going on?”

    “Saber came in today. For an appointment.”

    “Saber? She’s one of the five we’ll eventually need for our plan. Did you… take any actions?”

    “No. We have a bigger problem.” Sakura flicks the envelope she was holding towards Kohaku, who catches it easily. She then took out the letter and skimmed through its contents.

    “‘I know’?”

    “Saber handed it to me at the start of her appointment. She seemed to think that the inside of the envelope contained a coupon of some sort.”

    “And she told you she got it from Archer, right?”

    “You already knew? You don’t seem too surprised.”

    Kohaku uncrossed her arms and sat down in a chair. Sakura followed suit and sat down in chair opposite her.

    “I’ve had my suspicions for a while now. In fact, ever since the class A-F war near the beginning of the term. It was only for a split second, but I saw him watching me suspiciously as I lectured Shiki. That brief moment told me much about Archer, much more than I could dig up on him afterwards anyway. I made up a few more lines on the spot to see if I could get another reaction from him but he left.”

    “And what did you find out from digging up his info?”

    “Absolutely nothing. It’s not that his records never existed. It’s quite obvious that they existed at one point in time, but had then been carefully erased out of existence. And it’s not just his school records though. All the information on him including the records from previous schools had also been purged.”

    “Judging from that description, I’m guessing he’s the one who stopped our database hacking. Damn it, thanks to him we have to get all the info the manual way.”

    “No doubt. This message is probably a threat and a warning. It probably means something like ‘I know all about you and what you’re planning, so just give up now.’ That mistake will cost him. After all, the best enemy is someone who doesn’t even realize they have an enemy.”

    Sakura nodded. It was the very first thing that Kohaku taught her, when they first became roommates at the David Xanatos Summer School for Interesting People. And of course, within a week, the two of them had completed their plan to completely take over every aspect of the summer school from students to staff and rule it from the shadows with an iron fist. But that’s a different story.

    “But anyway, he is still a fairly dangerous opponent. In fact, of all the people in our school, he’s probably the most troublesome to our plans. We’ll have to accelerate some of our current plans to adjust.”

    Sakura nodded again. She had predicted Kohaku would say eventually say this when she first called her to meet and had already began taking action. “Well, we can begin operation ‘false exam’ tomorrow. Shinji should strongly push for war against F in his class, and while he doesn’t have too much influence within his class, him combined with some of our other pawns along with the current mood in Class E should be enough. As for my class, I’ll need you to talk to Hisui and persuade her. I can probably convince Ilya and with her help I can convince Satsuki. That should give the idea enough influence to push it through a war with Class A. You already have one of the five practically under your palm, and with luck, these two wars will get us the info on the other four, along with any other information that appears.”

    Kohaku gave another smile. “Just as I expected from my protégé. You have done well.”

    Sakura returns with a small smile of her own and does a little bow. “Thank you, teacher. I learn from the best.”



    [call]

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    “Yes? Archer speaking”

    “I know what Kohaku and Sakura are planning tomorrow.”

    “It’s you again? How do I know I can trust you?”

    “My information last time was accurate, wasn’t it? And you managed to stop their attempt to hack into the mainframe with that. Isn’t that enough?”

    “Not really, considering I have no idea who you are.”

    “I believe there’s this saying. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

    “The enemy of my enemy is my enemy’s enemy. No more and no less. If you’re going to conceal your identity, that means you have something to hide. I have no need for such an ally.”

    “Harsh words, coming from Mr. EMIYA ‘the infinite blades’”

    “…”

    “What’s wrong, Archer? Are you surprised? What was it that you said about people concealing their identity?”

    “…how did you find out?”

    “That’s not important. Oh, but would you happen to be related to Emiya Shirou in Class F? That could be why he’s one of the five people that Kohaku’s taken an interest in. But enough unnecessary chatter. You have your own reasons for hiding your true identity. Perhaps I also have my own reasons. One of those reasons might be because I want to make absolutely sure that Kohaku and Sakura don’t find me. Do you understand what I’m saying? And don’t bother with your trace; it won’t turn up any results.”

    “You’ve made your point. Fine, I understand. But at least give me something to call you.”

    “…you can call me #9…”

    ________________________________________________

    What is this? You were actually being serious in your notes? This story is actually going to have a plot?


    3rd Ryougi? So you’re still around huh. Going to try to threaten me to take over again?


    Nah, not right now. But what the hell is a plot doing in this story?


    Not just a plot! Plots within plots! Don’t tell me you’re not also interested in the outcome of this chess game between Archer versus Kohaku and Sakura.


    Speaking of which, why was Sakura adopted by the Matou’s here? It got cut off mid-sentence.


    I don’t know yet. Happy? Ugh, speaking of which, that really annoyed me. Sakura really came off much more serious than I intended. But it’s hard to give her a kind personality when she’s talking with Kohaku about taking over the school. Well, let’s see if I can fix that in the school chapters.


    Hmm


    I wonder what 792 means. I mean, I have it written right here in my notes. ‘Phone number 792’. I think I picked that number for a reason, but I can’t remember right now for the life of me.


    Wow. What a failure. You suck. Take better notes next time.


    Shut up. Hmm, well anyway, what next? Continuing into the next part of the story, ‘the two wars’, or write a few more unrelated short interludes focusing on some of the other characters.


    If they’re unrelated to the main story, why bother with them in the first place?

    Because I want to eventually give everybody at least one time in the spotlight. Speaking of which, I’ve decided. You’re interlude will be known as ‘the wacky adventures of Ryougi Shiki and friends.’


    You mean I’m a person who’s mostly unrelated to the main story! Tangerang, you bitch!


    Fufufu, well, who knows? Anyway, let’s just wait and see.
    <Satehi> I, satehi, thought of tentacles first for entirely inappropriate, disgusting, lewd and perverted reasons

    Honk





  7. #27
    Question 9: Two men guard two doors. One speaks only the truth, one speaks only lies. Only one door is safe. What do you do?

    Sion: Ask “Which one is the door you’re guarding.”
    Teacher: A classic answer to a classic riddle. Correct.



    Aoko: Just break through with force
    Teacher: An interesting suggestion, albeit unsurprising coming from you. Breaking through what? The guards, the doors, the wall? Don’t answer that, you’d probably just say ‘why not everything’.




    Shirou: Where am I?
    Teacher: I wish I knew.



    My target is in front of me, an impenetrable fortress filled with the latest cutting edge technology. A perfect stronghold that has never ever been successfully infiltrated to my knowledge. Until now. I take a deep breath to calm myself, and make a call. After a few minutes of ringing, somebody finally picks up.

    “Ugh… who is it and why are you calling so early in the morning?”

    “It’s me, Arc. I need your help.”

    “Blue!? What do you want?”

    “I’m going to sneak into the school, and I need you to be my mission control. Hey, can I call you Otacon?”

    “…I’m going to hang up now. Night.”

    “Wait, wait! I was just kidding about the Otacon thing, but I do need you to be my mission control!”

    “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    I begin to slowly make my way to school. Well, since it’s the weekend and also extremely early in the morning, I decided to simply go through the front entrance, which surprisingly wasn’t locked.

    “Come on, it’ll be just like a game of Silent Hill.”

    “I was going to hang out with Shiki (Ryougi) and Saber tomorrow. Or later today as it so happens. Anyway, I don’t think the game you’re thinking about is Silent-”

    Just then, a large shadow suddenly looms over me. I look up in time to see a gray giant with a pyramid for a head standing over me.

    “Oh shi-” I’m stopped as a something slams into my chest and sends me flying through the air, right through the front door and out of the school.

    “-Hill. Blue? Blue!? Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue!!!??”

    ...

    Berserker quietly lifts the helmet he had been wearing while sweeping the floors and tries to see what he just hit.

    “Sorry Star Zerker, but I can’t let you do that, ~nyaa. A bet’s a bet, now put that helmet back on and keep on sweeping those floors.”

    Berserker guiltily puts his helmet back on and continues his task. He never should have bet his dignity on a World Cup soccer match.

    ...

    “Say, Blue… there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

    Arcuied plainly tells me this as I make new preparations for my next assault on the Type-Moon Academy. Since my stealth plan failed, I decided to just launch a full-force frontal assault. Force is really more my style anyway.

    “What is it, oh mighty princess of the moon?”

    “Well, although it’s not like I have anything better at the moment than listen to you as you try to break into the school way too early in the morning, but why exactly are you trying to break into the school for?”

    “I’m going to take back what’s rightfully mine.”

    “Oh, so you mean you’re breaking into the school to rescue the bazooka that they confiscated from you when you tried to murder a student in your class and accidentally blew a hole in the fourth wall, at which point you were brought down, and then bound and gagged against your will for the better part of a day?”

    “…”

    “Hey, news gets around.”

    “Even so, she’s not just any bazooka. She weighs ten kilograms and can punch a hole through an entire meter of tank armor. It costs five hundred dollars to fire this baby a single time.”

    “WHY THE HELL WERE YOU CARRYING SOMETHING SO DANGEROUS WITH YOU IN SCHOOL! ON TOP OF THAT, HOW THE HELL CAN YOU AFFORD SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?”

    “Shush, I’m going in”

    I take one more breath to calm myself, and then proceed to sprint towards the closed school entrance, kick the door open and dive in.

    “ALRIGHT, YOU SONS OF BIT- oh there’s nobody here.”

    Well that was anticlimactic. But still, there’s no use in looking a gift horse in the mouth.

    “Arcuied, where do I go now.”

    “How should I know?”

    “It’s in the second floor storeroom. Now tell me the information.”

    “If you already know where it is, why do I need to tell you?”

    “Because I don’t know where it is until you tell me! Isn’t it obvious?” I almost scream into the receiver. On the other end, I hear a smacking sound, like the palm of a hand meeting the face.

    “*sigh It’s in the second floor storeroom. Over.”

    “Roger that. Over.” I make me way to my destination. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t meet the pyramid headed monster on my way there. What’s the point of arming myself up if there’s nobody to blow up? Well, I suppose I can use some explosives to destroy the locked door… wait that’s unlocked too? Man, this is turning out to be less fun than I hoped.

    And there, in the center of the storeroom, resting on a pedestal and being bathed by the single solitary golden light illuminating the room…

    “Oh my god…”

    I take a deep breath before proceeding to my next statement.

    “WHO TOOK ALICE!? WHO TOOK MY BAZOOKA!?”

    “…you call your bazooka Alice?”

    “That’s not important right now! The important thing is-” I notice a paper resting on the pedestal. I walk over and read it.

    Dear Aoko,

    As you’ve no doubt noticed, you’re precious Alice is missing. Well, that’s because I’ve stolen and hidden it. If you ever want it back, then you’ll have to solve a series of riddles, each one more devious and cunning than the last. The first one is on the very back of this letter.

    From your loving sister,
    Touko


    P.S. I really liked that picture of you bound and gagged. That’s exactly where you belong. I had it framed in my room, and then made copies to distribute all over the school.


    “…that bitch”

    Logic! My one weakness apart from math, physics, chemistry, ethics, history, literature, bullets, fire, lightning, telepathy, space, the force, peaceful solutions, the mafia, acts of god…

    Er, let’s just see just how crafty this first riddle is.

    Riddle 1.
    It’s in the urinal. Boy’s bathroom, third floor.


    ...Well that was refreshingly straightforward.

    “What happened?”

    “My sister stole Alice and hid it in a urinal.”

    “You sure have an interesting relationship with Touko.”

    “I don’t want to talk about it. Exactly where I belong huh? I think I’ll make her power my ranger, if you know what I mean.”

    “… you mean you’re going to sleep with her?”

    “Hell no. You see, I have this Ford Ranger which I modified so that it runs on electricity. I also put one of those tread wheels, you know, like the ones hamsters run on, in the back. I’ll lock her in the tread wheel, and force her to power my car as I drive around town. It’ll be glorious.”

    ...

    Anyhow, I finally made my way to the boy’s bathroom. Well, it’s not like there’s anybody here, so it doesn’t really matter if I go in. After all, what could possibly be in there apart from some toilets, some urinals, and a few sinks?

    BOOM

    The door to the bathroom explodes off its hinges as the head of a giant snake bursts through.

    “Blue!? What happened?”

    “Giant snake out of nowhere!”

    “Is that some kind of metaphor or something?”

    I step back and take another look at the snake. Oh look, it seems to be willing to wait for me to finish my conversation first. What a gentleman. Well, a gentlesnake at least.

    “Nah, it seems to be an actual giant snake. What kind of metaphor could a giant snake possibly be referring to?”

    “Well, snakes are used to refer to betrayers and traitors, so it could have meant that your sister lied about the location of the bazooka and was thus technically a snake.”

    “Hmm. But wasn’t it also a snake that tempted Adam and Eve with an apple in the Garden of Eden? So it might also symbolize the forbidden fruit. Which would be Alice.”

    “Speaking of the bible, I believe the snake is also a symbol for evil or the devil. The fact that it appeared in the boy’s bathroom may infer that the place is actually a satanic den of evil?”

    “However, in Greek mythology the snake was seen as a symbol of healing. What if it is in fact trying to say that the boy’s bathroom is a therapeutic place for those hurt?”

    “The snake also plays a big role in the myth, The Epic of Gilgamesh. There it symbolizes eternal youth through the snake shedding its skin after stealing Gilgamesh’s potion. And coincidentally, there’s a person named Gilgamesh in Class B. Perhaps it’s trying to say that there’s a connection between the this bathroom and Gilgamesh from Class B?”

    “We might be trying to make connections from too far in the past. Perhaps it’s referring to a more modern work? For example, in the second Harry Potter book, it turns out there was that the culprit was a giant serpent hiding in the bathroom.”

    “But that was a basilisk, it was only a piece of the culprit, and it was a girl’s bathroom. Hmm, hey wasn’t the name of the protagonist of the game we just sort of parodied named Solid Sna-”

    “Are you quite finished talking yet?” hissed the giant snake in a surprisingly good accent. “I was put here by Touko to-”

    Without even paying any attention as the snake talked, I unclipped a grenade from my belt, removed the safety pin, and tossed it into the snake’s open mouth. The giant snake swallowed it reflexively and then a few seconds later, it exploded.

    “-ke. The snake is also an extremely phalli- oh never mind, it just exploded. Well, I’ll just go in and grab Alice, talk to you later.” I say, finally hanging up. Sure enough, my bazooka was leaning against the urinal. I quickly grab it, and give it a hug as I carry it outside.

    “Who’s my favorite weapon, you are Alice, oh yes you are, Touko’s going to pay for this, oh Alice, mommy missed you so much…” I stop as a deeper shadow once again looms over me. I look up, and this occasion I have the time to actually take a good look at the figure.

    It’s my former homeroom teacher Berserker glaring at me with his mouth wide open. Next to him is my current homeroom teacher, Neko-Arc who is shaking his grinning head slowly.

    “Oh dear, look at the blood and snake guts all over the place, ~nyaa. Looks like you’ll have to clean this place all over again.”

    Clean? The reality of the situation finally hits me. Berserker-sensei must have been cleaning the school, and after he finally finished, he runs into me on his way to lock up and leave. And here I am holding a bazooka, standing next to the corpse of an exploded giant snake with its blood and guts everywhere.

    “Wait, I know what this looks like, but it’s not my fault, I can expla-”

    “@&-!*$&-@*!!!!!!!!!!”
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    Wait a minute!

    The answer to that riddle is wrong, I think.

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    It is, unless you twist the question around a little.

    The correct answer was to ask one of the guardians "What would the other guardian say is the correct door?"

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    Wait, what?
    "Which door are you guarding"
    Guardian of truth door: *points towards his own door*
    Guardian of lying door: *points towards truth door*
    It's a correct answer, I'm pretty sure I looked it up. I think. /shrugs. This was like a year ago, so...
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    If you asked that, you still wouldn't know which one was the right door to enter, just which one is the lying one and the truthful one.

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    Well, the answer is correct (but incomplete) if you assume that you're allowed to ask another question, but it's also utterly trivial in that case. The more usual version of the riddle would allow you only one question.

    In that case, the correct answer to the riddle is something along the lines of "would the other person say he's guarding the safe door?", because by doing that you're coupling the two together, so no matter who you ask you get a combination of a lie and a truth, which means the overall answer will always be a lie, and thus you go through the door guarded by the person you ask if he says "yes", and the door guarded by the other person if he says "no".

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    Answer 10:

    The current identities of the homeroom teachers by class are as follows:
    Class F: Neko-Arc
    Class E: Taiga
    Class D: Kiritsugu, Irisviel
    Class C: White Len
    Class B: Medea, Kuzuki
    Class A: Waver

    Legend tells of a story, a lost epic chronicling the feud of two sisters. A story of a sibling rivalry gone bad, of laughter, of tears, of fights and redemption, and possibly even of a forbidden love which sprouts from all that underlying sexual tension. This is not that story. That story was lost. Weren’t you paying attention? Instead, this is a story of a certain purple head with a giant chest, and her roommate who similarly also has a giant chest.



    I awoke to the sounds of electronic beeps and a splitting headache. It feels like I was trapped here for three months. Ugh. I try to remember what happened.

    That’s right, I was hanging out with Touko, one of my classmates. After a while, we each had a few drinks or maybe it was many drinks and then…my recollection begins to get foggy at this point. And then… we went shopping for giant snakes? And broke into the school? Huh?

    I decide to write that entire thing off as some weird dream I had after I passed out. Now, all that’s left is to figure out just what is making that persistent electronic beeping sound?

    Stumbling, I make my way out of my bedroom and into the main room to find my roommate furiously playing some sort of video game. His fingers were a constant blur, smashing away at the buttons on the controller. On the screen was a furious back and forth battle that could either way. As I have no idea what’s going on, I decide to just watch for the moment.

    “…damn it, just who are you, littlemeido6?” muttered Alexander under his breath.



    (elsewhere)

    It was a secret room deep beneath the earth. Within that room, there was an entire wall filled with various monitors. All of them were turned off, except for one.

    And in the center of that room, feverishly tapping away at her controller, was a certain pink-haired maid.

    In the back, a door slid open noiselessly. There existed only two people who knew about this room. As one of those two was already in this room, that meant there remained only one person it could be.

    “Kohaku, I’ve finished the preparations for a type three investigation on the man known as Archer…”

    Sakura looks at her coconspirator and lets out the tired sigh of one who is trying to get important work done while her partner is doing something very unimportant.

    “This is important!” The gaming maid exclaimed, as if reading Sakura’s mind. “Damn you, kingofdaworld, whoever you are!”

    “…” Without speaking a word, Sakura walks over to the gaming console and turns it off.

    “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! ! A-a-are you some kind of demon! Monster? Are you contracted to all the evils in the world!? Wahhhhhhhh~”

    Tears began freely flowing down Kohaku’s face. Sakura walked over, gave her a small hug, and patted her back several times while saying “there, there”, all of these actions performed with the precision of somebody who has done the exact same thing thousands of times already.



    “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSS!!!”

    Alexander jumped to his feet in celebration, pumping his fists and doing pelvic thrusts at the air.

    “WHO’S THE KING OF THE WORLD? THAT’S RIGHT, IT’S ME BABY! OH YEah… ahem”

    He catches sight of me, smirking it him. He takes a deep breath, calms down, and then gives a smirk of his own.

    “Yo Medusa, you awake? Seems like you had quite a good time last night.”

    His tone of voice completely erased the smile on my face. I had a feeling I was going to learn something I’d rather not know.

    “Hold on.”

    “Hm?”

    “If I must learn, I’d at least rather learn from someone other than you.”

    And with that parting remark, I briskly walk back to my room, slam the door, pick up the phone, and dial a certain number.

    *ring*ring*ring

    “Hello Touko, you there?”

    “I’m sorry, this may come as a shock, but Touko’s a bit tied up at the moment” answered an unknown voice.

    “…”

    An awkward silence descended, punctuated by the stifled giggles of somebody who thinks she’s said something clever. By the gods, I can’t believe anybody actually talked like that.

    After what felt like an extremely long time but in reality was probably only like ten seconds passed, I coughed into the phone.

    “Aozaki Aoko, I presume?”

    “Wha- how did you know!?”

    You really thought your feud with your sister was a secret? Plus, you were the one who blew up a classroom on your very first day in school! You honestly thought people wouldn’t know your name?

    “Just so you know, what you’re doing right now is probably a crime.”

    “I’m just getting my dear sister to help power my ranger”

    “Is that some kind of euphem-” Before I finish my sentence, the phone suddenly hangs up. What a pain. I guess that means I have to wait until the next school day to ask Touko what happened. As I get up, I happen to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

    “…”

    “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?”

    I burst into the living room, startling my roommate.

    “What the hell am I wearing?”

    Instead of normal clothing, I was wearing an extremely short, extremely tight shoulder-less black dress. Christ, this is like a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.

    Alexander takes one look at me. “With an outfit like that, it almost looks like you’re ready to go do battle with legendary heroes!”

    I want to punch him. I really want to punch him with a monstrous strength.

    “What part of this outfit is practical? What happened to my normal clothing!?” I shriek.

    “Says the person who wears a blindfold all the time” I hear him mutter under his breath.

    “What was that!?”

    “I dunno, but that was what you were wearing when you returned to our room last night. Or rather, I should say early this morning.” Suddenly the smirk reappears on his face, and I knew I was going to find out, in great detail, whether I wanted to or not, exactly what happened.

    “Let me think. Oh right. Early this morning, there was a sudden knocking at the doorbell, and there you were.”

    Okay, that wasn’t as bad as I feared.

    “Of course, you were drunk out of your mind, so it was somebody else that did the knocking.”

    Okay, this is getting worse.

    “Apparently, she found you knocked out on the streets wearing that outfit. Fortunately, she went to our school and recognized you as ‘that girl who’s always walking into things because she has a blindfold on’.”

    Okay, this is bad. Very bad.

    “Well anyway, that kind girl helped carry you all the way over here, not helped at all by the way you kept licking her neck and saying ‘come on, just let me have a little bit of blood’. Jeez, what, did you think you were a vampire or something?”

    Okay, this is much worse than I feared. But at least it can’t get any worse than that.

    “Anyway, once the two of you actually reached the room, you said…let me think for a second… ah yes, I think it went like this: ‘Hey baby, won’t you come inside? Come on, let’s play in my room baby. Got plenty of blindfolds and chains, hey? Oh baby, don’t be so cold, come on.’”

    I stand corrected. It got worse. I could feel my face turning bright red just by listening to what my drunken actions, and it was obvious that Alexander was enjoying watching me squirm. I wonder if it was too late to retire to a monastery and become a nun?

    “Anyway, then you lunged at her, or at least you tried too. What actually happened was you lunged at a wall, hit your head, and then knocked yourself out. And then, that girl from Class D went home. Think her name was Ayako. You should go properly thank her later.”

    “Speaking of which, Caster-sensei wanted to talk to you. Something about a giant snake and ‘breaking into the school’”

    Oh gods, there’s more? “Caster-sensei said that” I ask timidly. I don’t have the strength to fight anymore.

    “Actually, that’s what Kuzuki-sensei said. What Caster-sensei said was ‘punishment time ♥’”

    …I wonder if it would be too hard to find some mommy’s body with 5 legendary treasures to kill me right now.

    “Oh right, and your two sisters are visiting.”

    I immediately jump up, run to my room, and lock myself in my closet. It was a good life, but I suppose all good things must come to an end.

    “Just kidding about that last part~”

    “ALEXAAAAAAAAAAAAANDER!!!!!”

    With a tremendous scream, I burst out of my closet, sending splinters flying everywhere and storm into the living room. Soon, I’m standing nose to nose with him, glaring at him with all the hatred I can muster.

    “Well, this was abrupt and unexpected. I thought that was an antique.”

    “You went one step too far! Nobody scares me with the thought that my sisters may be visiting! Nobody! There’s only one way to settle this.”

    His eyes burn with a sudden fury as well.

    “It’s that, isn’t it?”

    “Of course. It can’t be anything other than that”

    “Perfect. I’ve been waiting for this. And the stakes?”

    “Do you even need to ask? Of course the stake is it.”

    “So we’re doing that for it. Got it. Let’s do this thing.”



    Where the hell is he? After waiting for half an hour at the challenge site, I finally give up and decide to give him a call.

    “Hello?”

    “Where the hell are you, Alexander?”

    “That’s what I should be asking you. Aren’t we having a rap and ballet contest with our dirty magazines at stake?”

    “Whatever gave you such a ridiculous idea? No, before that, I don’t even have any dirty magazines or that type of stuff anyway. My room is clean.”

    “It’s your fault for using such ambiguous words. Fine, what type of contest are we having, and what are the stakes. Oh, and your room may be clean, but you definitely have dirty magazines in your possession. Such a clever hiding spot too, nobody would ever suspect it even in a thousand years.”

    “S-s-stalker!?”

    “Let’s get back on topic here.”

    “Don’t think that’s the end of this! Anyway, we’re having an underwater virtual lightcycle volcanic jousting match with our nicknames as Riders at stake!”

    “Ah. Much less ridiculous than my idea. A fitting contest for those with the nickname Rider. So I assume that you’re at the underwater lightcycle volcanic jousting virtual reality room? I’ll be right over.”

    *It was an epic underwater virtual lightcycle volcanic jousting match, almost too breathtaking for words, filled with twists and turns, sudden reversals and amazing plays, and two combatants who were neck-to-neck with one other until the very end. Unfortunately, the author’s budget ran out so this scene has been cut. Depending on how well the OVA’s do, the scene may be included in the movie. In 4D. Which is 1 dimension above 3D. Because we always take that extra step. ~King of Heroes Studio, accept no fakers.*

    This was the final moment, the conclusion to our duel. We aimed right at each other from the other side of the grid, dodging the volcanic debris, grabbing the air bubbles, constantly accelerating. It was going to be a head-on collision. The winner would be the one who survived. His unstoppable force versus my immovable object. I accelerate even further, my concentration honed into icy daggers.

    “AHOY THERE, ME MATIES”

    I almost faceplant on my lightcycle, which would have been a very painful thing to do. Out of nowhere, a third participant appeared, riding a giant pirate ship. I manage to gain control of my lightcycle, and approach the pirate ship. It seems like Alexander had the same idea. After circling a few times, we both decide to get off our lightcycles and climb aboard the pirate ship. There was only one figure on board, a pink-haired pirate with a large scar running down her face and, as my gaze worked it’s way down… some very large guns. Two very large guns. Two very large and round guns. No, they should be called cannons instead of guns. Such wonderfully big, round, soft guns, ahhhhhhhh. Those guns… I’d really like to feel those guns, to run my hands all over them, to touch them and rub them and do all sorts of things…something inside me that’s not me is pleading for it. They were practically bursting out of her outfit, just inviting me, teasing me…

    “By the gods, her chest is even bigger th-”

    Alexander starts speaking, but he doesn’t manage to finish. I don’t hesitate this time, but I nail him in the head with a high kick using all my strength. He takes a step back, wobbles slightly, and flashes me a thumbs up.

    “I have no regrets” said Alexander, before crumbling onto the floor. What a pervert.

    “Anyway, I apologize for my roommate.” I said, turning my gaze back to this beautiful buccaneer. “I’m Medusa, a student of Class C at Type-Moon Academy, and this here is my roommate Alexander, Class Representative of Class E.”

    “I’m Servant Rider of Matou Shinji, and I’m here to fight in the grail war. Do you have any ideas where this place might be?”

    Matou Shinji? I stomp on Alexander in a very sensitive place. In the distance, the pirate called Rider winced.

    “AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHhhhhh!!!” He screams in pain. Ignoring this, I proceed to question him.

    “Yo Alexander, isn’t there a person in your class called Matou Shinji?”

    “Ah…ah… I…believe…so…” he pants. “I don’t know anything about a holy grail war though. Is it some sort of new video game?”

    “I don’t know. Hey, is this holy grail war thing some sort of video game?”

    “No, it’s a war fought between heroes in order to the holy grail. Or was it the moon cell? Huh? My memory’s kind of foggy…”

    Poor thing. Must have hit her head on something. I must do something to help her breas- I mean, to help her out!

    “Say Servant Rider, tell you what. Why don’t you stay over at our place until your mammary- I mean memories are back.” I say, giving her my most honest and earnest face.

    “Uh, my face is up here. Besides how can I trust you?”

    “My nickname is Rider, and his nickname is also Rider.”

    “Accepted!” And so, instead of decreasing the number of Riders in Type-Moon down to one, the underwater volcanic virtual lightcycle jousting duel increased it to three.



    It was a solemn room. In it there was an old man who appeared to be talking to thin air. What made it strange was that the thin air seemed to be replying.

    Zeltretch rubbed his forehead, as if trying to ease a headache.

    “So this is the result.”

    Look Mr. Principal, I said I was sorry. I didn’t intend for her to have this much power either.


    “Anyway, we’re talking about…”

    Eh, the worst has been taking care of. It’ll probably just be a small influx of characters from other verses.


    “Well that isn’t so bad. Thanks for the warning.” With that, the presence leaves. After a little while, Zeltretch leans back in his chair.

    “Hmm, well I guess I should probably start my own work as well.” In his hand, a small green glow appears. The glow spins and transforms itself into a tiny drill, before vanishing.



    Dun dun dun!


    Shut up Ryougi, you realize this is all your fault, right?
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    Zeltretch + Core Drill...

    *mind blown*

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    Last edited by Shikieiki; September 14th, 2011 at 04:41 PM.
    When there is too much love, too much compassion,
    too much understanding, too much kindness, too much thankfulness,
    too much respect, and too much heart,
    then it becomes an act of cruel violence.

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    I can't stop laughing.

    ...Really, it might be getting a little dangerous now. I haven't breathed properly for ten minutes.

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