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    "Holmes, you have better been right about this!"
    "I always am."
    "Right… Well, that’s everything on the list."
    "You’ve received the mutya, so the excessive magical energy required for this summoning should be provided. Is the fossilized fruit presented?”
    "Yeah, and your little contraption too."
    ”That ‘little contraption’ extracts a fallen deity’s essence and purifies it. At least Da Vinci isn’t here, she’d be giving you an earful right now…”
    ”Well, the sun is almost directly overhead. It is not a coincidence that the sun would be placed so cleanly above this mountain. For the best probability of summoning our intended servant, you should start in about 30 seconds.”
    “Here goes..!”


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    "SINUKUAN"

    Caster of Bathala’s Blade

    "Ah, here I am, Master! This is a very strange sensation, I have to say. I am not a Saber, it seems. I suppose I have this vessel to thank for that? You really did pull out all the stops, huh Master!"

    Class: Caster
    True Name: "Sinukuan"
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Aliases: Tres Marias, Apolaki
    Origin: Philippine Myths
    Alt Classses: Saber, Alter Ego

    Parameters:
    Strength: C
    Endurance: B
    Agility: C
    Luck: A+
    Mana: B
    NP: A



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    Territory Creation A+
    Creates an area that is advantageous to oneself as a mage. Sinukuan can create their old home, the White Stone, as a Noble Phantasm. Once created, an area equal to a “mountain” is considered their territory, which functions as a workshop.

    Item Construction C-
    As a deity that taught the natives the art of metalcrafting, Sinukuan can create a multitude of very fine tools and weapons, usable for both standard use and magecraft. However, due to the vessel being a spirit of nature, their aptitude with metal has been lessened severely.

    Catholic Absorption (Sorcerer) EX
    A skill that represents the influence of the Catholic Church on certain pagan deities. When a pagan deity is absorbed by Catholic practice, they are often replaced by a sorcerer that never truly existed. This skill seals Divinity, but grants the Magecraft skill of a rank equal to the sealed Divinity.

    Sun God’s Essence -
    A skill representing one’s divinity as a deity of the sun. Sealed by Catholic Absorption.


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    Mystic Eyes of Skylight (Day) A
    One could say the gaze of the deity was the sun’s rays itself. When it is night, they can see with extraordinary accuracy, akin to the Clairvoyance skill, and their senses are heightened. While it has many uses, one of the most prominent features is that it can effectively negate Presence Concealment B or lower rank temporarily. Notably, this skill can only be activated at day, as that is when Sinukuan “owns the world”.

    Tres Marias D
    Strange. This skill is something of a True Name. What should have been.
    Tres Marias refers to three Diwata (nature spirits, of a kind) named Maria Makiling, Maria Cacao, and Maria Sinukuan. Three identities derived from the same core legend of a Mountain Diwata with only minimal differences.

    A skill that, impossibly, contains the abilities of an entire Heroic Spirit. In addition to a significant amount of nature-related abilities, such as speaking to animals and increasing the growth of plants, this skill can be activated to apply various kinds of curses to anyone who has taken something that belongs to Sinukuan.


    Diwata of Domination B
    Normally this skill would be called “Sorcerer of Domination”, but being summoned into a Diwata as a vessel limits its effect. Sinukuan was known to dominate the souls of humans, animals, and nature spirits alike. Due to the servant body’s affinity to nature, this skill has been limited to animals and nature spirits. The result of this skill is not unlike a Command Seal, though the method of commanding the spirits is different and notably isn’t as all-consuming as Command Seals.


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    The Church made from Giants
    White Stone

    Type: Anti-Army
    Rank: A
    Range: 1~25
    Max Targets: 1


    “Like the Sun does my home shine. I invite you, partake in all that is golden here. I wonder, can you resist me?”

    The White Stone was said to be the home of Sinukuan before they disappeared. Inside, everything was gold. The pillars, the walls, the table, the plate, the utensils, they were all made of gold. It was as large as a church, and perhaps more decorated. From here Sinukuan did most of their magecraft, and nobody who knew of them dared to step even on the mountain where it sat.

    But those who were ignorant inevitably found themselves at the White Stone once they stepped on Mount Arayat. Sinukuan trapped his visitors, but offered to feed them. Those who resisted the temptation to eat would be saved just before they starved to death, and receive many blessings. That is how humanity learned how to smith in this area.Those who ate, however, would lose themselves to Sinukuan’s will, becoming servants, soldiers, or simply entertainment.

    The domination effect is secondary to the White Stone’s main ability, however. A large area around the area is designated a part of Sinukuan’s workshop, and a curse is placed on whoever walks on it. No matter how hard one tries to leave, they will only ever end up back at Sinukuan’s home. The complete destruction of Sinukuan, the White Stone, the victim, or an ability that can negate curses is necessary to exit that land.


    Second Fragment of the Creator
    Sword of Bathala

    Type: Restoration
    Rank: -
    Range: 1
    Max Targets: ???


    “Father, I wield this blade not out of malice, but out of necessity. I hereby swear, by your name, this blade will reignite the spark of Humanity!”

    A sword made from the power of a dying Chief Deity. As a sword, it is simply a magical blade. It can cut through a god, but the ability to kill resides in the wielder. This blade was only used once, out of greed, and after realizing the sin of wielding it that way, this Noble Phantasm was sealed.


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    Part 1: Who was Apung Sinukuan?Part 1: Who was Apung Sinukuan?

    Long ago, there was a creator deity, Bathala. The area now known as the Philippine Islands was His domain. He had children with humans and created other deities himself. Inevitably, there was a coup to take over the position of Bathala. It failed, but the children remained powerful deities.

    Two of the deities who participated in the coup were Apolaki and Mayari. Their eyes emit a powerful light, and so it was always day. They did much together, lamenting that they were tricked into fighting their own Father.

    Bathala died at a later date, and His death left the position of Chief Deity vacant. Apolaki and Mayari contested for the position, fighting for many days with the weapons that Bathala had left behind - a sword for Apolaki and a bamboo spear for Mayari.

    Apolaki’s sword cut deep into Mayari’s eye, blinding her in that eye. Realizing that he was killing his own sister, Apolaki ceased the battle and offered to rule jointly. The two became allies again. Due to Mayari’s eye no longer emitting light, the time she ruled became considered “night” and she became a moon goddess. Apolaki, conversely, resided over “day” and became associated with the sun and war.

    Apung Sinukuan is, in essence, the reformed Apolaki. They are recorded as different, but that is what Apolaki was aiming for when he chose to become Sinukuan. Apung Sinukuan was a very powerful sorcerer who was pivotal in granting native Philippine people many skills, such as smithing metals. He did have a dark side, occasionally controlling the people and spirits of his land to wage war in his name, dominating their souls in the process, but the native people did not believe in “evil”. Only “necessity”. Thus, Apung Sinukuan was feared, but he was never confronted. He was simply a part of the world’s function, something designed to be feared.


    Part 2: The Catholic OverhaultPart 2: The Catholic Overhaul

    When the Catholics arrived in the Philippines, they were surprised to find that the native people believed in a singular, almighty God. God must have touched this land, they thought, but the native people called Him “Bathala” and raised false idols. They needed "correcting".

    Sinukuan was among the first to be targeted by this “correction”. At first, the Catholics attempted to change Sinukuan’s gender, believing that the people would not worship a woman. This failed, as the people did not see gender as a significant part of the character. Furious, the Church changed “Apung” to the name “Maria” to Sinukuan in order to claim the legend as their own. From then on, the legend of Apung Sinukuan was replaced with the Saint Maria Sinukuan, a mage who learned from God and resided over Mt. Aryat.


    Part 3: Tres MariasPart 3: Tres Marias

    The Catholics did this to other deities as well, adding the name “Maria” to invoke the name of Mary and align native belief with Catholicism. Each became the saint of a specific mountain. Each became a woman of purity and beauty. Each would be generous to native people originally, but the legend was made to make out the native people as savage and greedy, forcing the mountain diwatas away.

    “Maria” in this way never existed. But their legends together are strong. Many people still believe in the Mountain Diwata archetype. Thus, a spirit that represents them exists. Tres Maria, the embodiment of that archetype, the fusion of the saints Maria. This conglomerate spirit should be the only versions of the gods that have been “replaced” by Catholic legend, but…


    Part 4: The SummoningPart 4: The Summoning

    “Holmes, isn’t this a bit… too elaborate? I understand we need a specific servant, but this list of requirements is way too long!”
    “I’ve gone over as many sources as I can, Miss Kyrelight. Each and every step is necessary. If we miss one, we will likely summon the vessel, but not what is contained within. That is what we need right now.”
    “You said it. I can’t believe the Church could be so influential here! The way they could completely override the existing textures here…”
    “I have my own hypothesis about why that was possible, but that’s a discussion for later.”
    “I don’t understand. Why can’t we just summon the servant we want with a catalyst?”
    “To make a complicated matter simple, the strong grip of the Church in this area prevents it entirely. The Church has altered the legend to a degree that the new legend overrides the old legend, even in the Throne of Heroes. To make the summoning of specific servants the Church has overridden, we’ll need to take a couple of creative liberties.”
    [“The Church can do that?”]
    [“How can we even bypass that?”]
    “Unfortunately, we don’t have time for long explanations. How can I explain shortly…”
    “I’ll take over from here, Holmes. You understand that the person we know to be Sasaki Kojirou is actually a nameless person who is approximately what the legend entails? We’re shooting for a similar phenomenon. Using the spirit that replaced Apung Sinukuan in the Throne of Heroes as a vessel for a deity that is similar to him, it should be possible to ‘approximate’ Apung Sinukuan.”
    “There is an additional risk in this summoning. Given that the spirit that replaces Sinukuan is its own composite servant of Church-created heroic spirits, there’s a chance we could end up splitting that servant during the summoning. The remaining heroic spirits could just disappear, or they could become wraiths.”
    [“We just have to take that risk, then.”]
    “You’re right. We’ll just have to handle a wraith if one shows up. But first we have to find all these catalysts…”

    . . .
    . . .


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    OpinionsOpinions

    Likes:“This is quite new to me, but I find myself quite liking the interconnectivity of nature. I had never given it much thought, but taking this nature spirit as a vessel has given me new insight.”

    Dislikes:“Thievery is something that I've recently discovered irritates me to no end.”

    The Holy Grail:“I don't really have much need for a miracle. If I had to pick one thing, I'd like to give my sister her eye back.”

    During an Event:“Master, I believe there is an event ongoing right now! Lets go, while the sun still shines.”


    RelationshipsRelationships

    "Makiling":“Oh, sister? I don't recognize you at all. What kind of vessel- ah, I see.”

    Gawain:“Ah, it is always nice to see others appreciate the sun.”

    Circe:“You are a powerful sorceress! Did you also enchant the people into servitude? ...Huh? Pigs? Isn't that a bit cruel?”

    Rama:“I see some similarities between us ourselves, but you look much more like a great hero who was around in my time. I almost confused you for him for a second there!”




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    Bottom Notes
    I really made a whole deal about making two different servants for one story and ended up only finishing one with few days to spare- and cutting out the Bond CE section to boot. You can probably guess who the second servant that follows this summoning scheme would be though. I won't say it outright since I still want to make that sheet. If I manage to stick around for more sheets time around, at least.

    Man, I really hope I explained the whole weird summoning bit alright with that dialogue.


    All necromancers are good characters, no exceptions.

    Still getting my bearings here--- Feel free to call me whatever you want.

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    enjoy your contest

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    Some more reviews.

    WhiteFrenzy’s MoonCancer Hachiko-Xolotl
    Spoiler:
    I love how you drew the connection between Hachiko and the sacrificed dog. Conceptually it’s absurd, and it remains so in execution, but tying it together with emotional bonds rather than historical association or convoluted lore is the correct choice to get the reader to ignore that initial strangeness and follow along the narrative. Obviously, this can only be executed well due to your amazing writing, as conveying powerful emotions vividly is your biggest strength.
    That said… The rest of the sheet does relies on the reader to get emotionally attached for it to work, and that’s where it lost me. The reading experience just wasn’t as immersive as some of your previous work, mainly due to the focus in Hachiko.

    Obviously, he’s the core of the sheet and that shouldn’t change, but the suffering of those sacrificed animals are what made such a mundane story a Servant, so I expected their influence to have a much larger role in shaping up his personality and on the tone of the sheet.
    So yeah, it’s a remarkable good job at making this idea work that just didn’t manage to grab me.


    sutaa’s Shielder O-O-O!!!
    Spoiler:
    I can tell you I did not expect The Ozone Layer to be one of my favorite Servants in the contest so far. There’s a lot of fun concepts incorporated into her skills but I was particularly struck by her personality. It just shines through the sheet like nothing else. You found so many clever ways to incorporate the function and characteristics of the ozone layer into her character! The way she’s hesitant at trying sunbathing? I’m in love.

    And I really appreciate how you go the extra mile. The NP was fine, but you added that cool conceptual effect on the last paragraph. Her existence probably already justifies her inclusion in this contest, but you still went further to factor-in the bleaching. It does a lot to endear me to an already great sheet.


    Nuclear’s Archer Michelangelo
    Spoiler:
    I love this character. You did really well in taking advantage of the theme here to write around the limitations imposed by his stablished lore while still integrating it.
    The skills are pretty boring, to be honest, but the NPs are great. The direct parallel not only with Da Vinci’s NP but also with the (clearly resource and gameplay oriented) limitations of it in Chaldea is really nice.


    Vididii’s Lancer Hassan of Blessed Fists
    Spoiler:
    I can’t say I enjoyed it much. Seems wacky for the sake of it with little else to offer.
    I know the humor was supposed to come from the absurdity of it all, but I went through the whole sheet feeling like I was missing the joke.
    I don’t think it was a good idea to finish the sheet with an extensive justification of why the joke makes sense. You could’ve reordered the sections to place the lore section somewhere else and then finished the sheet with some kind of punchline (heh). That would probably have landed much better.


    Vance’s Tom Thumb
    Spoiler:
    Very fun abilities here, but I would’ve expected more from a concept as wild as possessing his own Saint Graph.
    Also, the Personality and Creator’s Note made me wish the role you imagined for him alongside Lily was more prominent in the sheet.


    DelRey’s Binder Hevelius Couple
    Spoiler:
    I said YES! out loud when I saw Binder.
    The two Hevelius coming back and meeting in the Binder class while you spam Astesia art? I mean, you weren’t kidding, this really was made for me. I love them so much. I really like how you adapted all their abilities into a single Servant, though it does feel like there’s too much here, especially since you’re also presenting a new class.
    Speaking of it, it was the one big mistake in the sheet. I wasn’t expecting a lecture on the class right after you revealed what the Servant was.
    I get you felt the need to explain it but “these FGO things”? Way to kill the mood, man.
    Luckily, you bring it back as you go through the rest of it.

    Anyway, you got my vote for sure, but I’m sure you already knew that going in.

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    I spent nearly the entirety of today, trying to post this. My computer has bricked itself a total of 6 times, and it is finally up.

    Other than now knowing my computer needs an update as soon as possible, I'm fairly happy with this. It needed a fair few re-writes, otherwise it would have been up back on the 15th. Now, just a little polish on the other sheet, and that can be posted too.

    Also, I have now noticed this wasn't upgraded to cover everything that was posted, even before it was initially finished. However! I... am way to tired to fix that now, so in the morning it shall be.


    The flash of light that always preceded the summoning of a new servant began to fade as Gudako took her hand away from her eyes. Through all that had come before, she’d seen many strange reactions following summoning.

    The redhead had seen the digital cards displayed by her UI change status as Chaldea’s database rapidly reassessed the usefulness of a servant. She’d see those same cards be altered because of the egoes of the servant summoned, damn moon cancers. She’d even seen servants summoned doing things like eating noodles.

    All these strange things had occurred, and so many more that the vice-director of Chaldea was certain she could no longer be surprised by the events of a summoning. Where there should be a servant, there was nothing to be seen. “Mash, did you see anything after the light?” Gudako asked, glancing around as she paused to look at the equally confused face of one of her oldest friends.

    Her purple haired junior was seemingly just as confused, seeing nothing stood upon Lord Camelot. “No Senpai, nothing. Are we certain it was successful?” Mash’s voice was muffled by the gas mask that the duo were required to wear thanks to the hostile environment, but still audible enough that Gudako could make out what she said.

    A third voice broke through as her brother's face popped into existence on her UI. “No, there was definitely something summoned. FATE flagged something, but it disappeared almost immediately. Give me a secon- Wait! Something just appeared!” Exclaimed the raven haired man. Almost in sync, a point of light appeared above the shield, beginning to fluctuate as it pulsed with red and white light.

    “Oh, we see it Gudao. Anything for us?” Questioned Gudako. She could see her brother rapidly typing away, his brows becoming more and more creased as he seemed to find something he certainly did not like.

    “The data is seemingly corrupted, and seems to be constantly updating. Something is going on, but we need a moment for it to stabilise before we’ll get anything solid.” her brother explained. Annoying, but there was little she could do about it.

    Alright, let’s see what this Foreigner has in store for us.”




    First Ascension

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    Third Ascension





    Foreigner of the Future


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    ̸͚̹͝T̷̟̊̍r̵͓̗͖̀̓u̸̟̘͒̉e̵̜̺̔ ̶͙̪́N̵͇͇͔͆ą̵̐̈́ḿ̴͖͎e̷̡̊͘:̸̖͛̐͜ ̸̧͓̻̈̈́S̷͈͕̗̐̀ĭ̴̳̝͕̚r̷͉̈́̇̾ ̵̧̄̂A̸̻̺̞̽̍̈́r̸̰̦͎̄t̸̡̤̬̀h̶̭̋͌̀ù̸̥̦̦ŕ̴̡̩̦ ̴̹̀C̶͓̀ḧ̷̗̺̗́͛̓á̴̧̐r̵̡͊̌̎l̶̜̋̌e̴̦͆̂s̸̨̮̍ ̴͍͝C̵̻̃̒l̷̝̓̇͊a̶̡̪̅ŗ̸͗͐k̷̰͑͝ė̷̬̙̚
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    ̵̯̣̜͒̕
    ̸̜͊Ḫ̷̨͈͊̑̌e̴͚̍́̀i̶͙̤͊͒͊͜g̵͎̀h̴̘̬̍̓̊ṭ̵̢̣͂͝:̸͉͙̫̿͛͠ ̴̗̼̔̀̀V̶̞̘̿͠ͅä̸̛̦̅r̶̳͍͑͘i̷̢̬̲͊a̶̢͐b̶̡̺̖̂͛l̸̘̻̤̀͋e̴͈̠̎́̅
    ̸̦͖͎̽W̴̢͜͝e̸̠̪͒̈́i̸̖͋ģ̷̱̒h̸̝̭̄̂͘ͅt̷̩̪̾̍͝:̸̨͔̂͠ ̶͔͙̫͌͠V̵̟͙͒a̸̳̺̿͘r̶̥̽̉i̴̛̛̻á̶͖̯̂͆b̷̳̞̦͋́̕l̶̿́ͅḛ̵͇̊͘̕
    ̴̳̲͆Ġ̶͖͕͠͠e̶̢̖̓̿͛ṉ̷̐͊̕d̴͔͍̽e̶̡̠͗̕ṙ̶͚͓͐ͅ:̸̧͍̏̏̇ ̸͓̩̐̓͑M̸̡͖̟̃̎ȁ̵͎̰̝͘͝l̵͚̂́͝e̷͉̲̋̍
    ̵̣̝̓̏́Ḃ̵̧͓í̷͈̱͑̏r̵̺̹̭͋t̸͙͓͑̍͝h̸̢̹̃͒͛ͅḓ̷͎̿̓͗a̴̳͉͂y̶̹͍͊͋͠:̸̙̞͚͂̈́ ̶̖̾1̸̔̓̚ͅ6̴̩̋ ̵̧̟̌́͝ͅD̶͉̃͌e̴̗̩̾̏c̶̝̀̽̈́e̴͇͑m̵͕̬͛̉͝b̸̥̆̓ę̶̟̌̅͝ȑ̴̦̹͘
    ̷̨͕̆̈́̈L̸̖̐̀́í̷̖̘k̵͚̈́é̴͖̄s̷͎̻̑̊:̸̬͗͛ ̷͍̑͊S̶͉̐͘͝p̸̨̮͗͗̿a̸̡͉͝c̷̡̟̮͌̒͘e̸͚͚͒̒ ̴̮̅̏͘T̵̡͎́̋͜ŗ̵̧̫̀̊͘ǎ̷͚̂v̸̛͔̺̏͝ė̴͓̳͗l̵̻̄ͅ,̴͕̓̄ ̵͓̈́F̷̥͜͝u̵̬͉͆ṯ̴͕͒̏̉ͅu̸͙̮̬̅r̵̥̀͠ȉ̶̞̘s̶̘̽̿̆m̷̡̃,̴͚̯̃ ̷͝ͅṘ̵̢̗͚̕e̸̖͊ś̶̺͇̻͊̕è̸̩̬̚ͅà̴̝̩̒r̷̛̜̫̠͂̇c̷̜̙̥̐̏ḩ̸͍̉͒͝i̴̯͖̞̎́n̷̫̬̆g̸̲̝͉͐̚ ̸͈̱̠̆ţ̷̡̬̏̏͝h̶̤͐ë̴̺̲́́ ̸̛͈͐̽Ş̴͕͗̍̈u̴͠ͅṕ̶̤͝ͅë̸̼̻̪r̶̘̗̖͌̕n̷̡̙̾̌̄a̸̹̩̭̾͗͝t̴̬̏ȗ̶̙̜̤̀̇r̵̢̚ͅa̶̲̽̋̊ĺ̵̲͚̻
    ̸̧͈̭̅D̸̦̥̭̔̆̈́i̵̡̗̾̓͜s̴̩̅̚͠l̴̬͕̂i̸̤͕͚͊k̶̼̑e̸̪͎̼̐̕s̴̜̺̘̈́͐͝:̷̢͎̖͆̽͐ ̵̯̌R̶͙̽̄ė̴̤̯͙l̵̠̒̑i̸̲͂̾̍g̵̢̙̉ḭ̸̮̹͌͐͝ö̷̢̢̦́͑̈́ǹ̷͉̼̄,̵̟̗̺̌͒ ̵͕̯͉̇C̵̜͕̳̿a̷̗͒p̶̼̳̜̎i̶̧̞̞̽ṭ̷̔̕͝a̷̧̽l̷̛̫͋ĩ̵̩̥̋̊ș̴̡͉̆̒̄m̶̻̿͛,̴͚̤̬̈́ ̵̦͠R̵̢̭̊͐e̴͗̉̅͜g̶̯̉̿r̸̺͒͊e̶͇̜͆s̶̠̈͛͜͝ŝ̷̞i̵͓̎o̷̧͖̲̔̓n̴̼̐̓
    ̷̳́̒Ţ̴͉͙̇̍̄a̵͖͔̿l̸̳̰̤̕ẻ̸̘ñ̷̹̖͝t̸̨̟̺͐̂s̴̖͗:̵̭͖̰̆̆͝ ̵͕͔̖͒S̵͙̝̭̍̌̑c̸̡̲̙̋̈́ì̸͙̿̂e̴̢͌̚n̵͈͍͝c̶̲̙̕ẻ̵͙̯̾ ̴͓̼̉́F̶̧̼͋̇i̷͙̼̳͌̈́c̵̥̘̣̿t̸̬̩̮͌i̸̬̦̋̈̒o̴̧̎́ń̷̺̮̺̂͌ ̴̨͙̄Ẉ̷͉̤͆͌̊r̵̞̳̂̎̈i̷͚̾t̶̯͝î̵̥̪̻̆̈n̸̮͌̆g̴͍̱̎̒͛,̶̜͎̱͐̌ ̵̡̖̘̔͆D̷̦̽̋͐ị̴̈́̇v̸̗̔͠ĭ̴̭̑ń̶̡̙̗g̷͕̽̏̿,̷̪̩̒͠ ̴̨͇̊P̸͖̹̎́ḧ̴̭͍̓̌ỹ̸̡̘̤ś̴̩̠ḯ̷̮͝c̸̱͗̎͘s̴̖͐̾̚ ̴͙͆̓a̸̳̔ǹ̶͇̐̚d̷̙̋ ̴̙̗̀̒͋͜M̵͎͉̀ȁ̷͇̣͒̑t̷̢̀h̴̛͍̼̎ȇ̵̙̔m̷̗̩̀̂̓ä̸͎͌̕ť̸͔̟͇͐̌i̷͉̜͌̇͒c̵̱̠̾̕s̷̠͂̚
    ̵̜̼̀A̸͐̄́͜r̶̠̈́͊m̷̜̈́a̸̫͗m̶̺̊e̸̢̖̱͛n̸̮̑͌̿t̵͇̻͋̿̅s̴̭̔̓:̵̟̮̆͗̋ ̷̧̲̆͜V̵̛̛͚̂ă̶̦̮̰r̷̯̃i̷̱͉͑o̵͖̫̘̓̀͗ů̶̺͎͓̏ŝ̵͇̫̥̀̎ ̷̹̚H̷̗̓̄ī̵̡̮͎g̶̙͈̪̃͠h̴̢̭̉ ̶̡̢̾͝Ṭ̷̳͓͒e̵̞̽c̶̼͕̀͑͘h̴̡̔̊ͅ ̷͖̘̋͑͌W̶̝̔̾̌e̴̫̟̝͐̐̃ḁ̴̍p̷̓͜͝͠ǫ̴́̏͠n̴̨͚̉ş̷̋̊
    ̴̹̈́̂
    ̷̝̫̌̓P̶̬̲̈͝á̸̱̙̘̽ŕ̴̛̠a̴̯̫̠̎͋͠m̴̨̦̟̍ẹ̷͂̔̒͜t̶͓͎̚ě̴̪̜̀͗r̶̮͙͆s̵̯̾:̶̥͘
    ̴̙̘͙͋͘Ś̷̩͉̼t̵̘́̉́ŕ̴̬̓̓e̶̻̎͛ņ̷̨͘͘g̴̖̳̤̉̕͠t̷̰̃ḩ̶̡̛̝́̅:̷̪͒̅ ̴̥̮̝̎̍͆Ḏ̶̖̔̊
    ̴̻͕̞́̽̊Ĕ̷̝͍͖͗̿n̴̟̫̳̑̈́̈́d̸͎͑u̷͇̎́͠ͅř̸̹̦à̶͍̘͓̊n̷̲͎͚̊̆c̵͖̀e̸̪̲̗̒͝:̷͚͕̽̈́ ̷̝̯͈̈́Ḍ̵̠̤̋͝
    ̶̥̦̪͂̄͒Ǎ̶̭̘̿͜g̵͕͑̓̂ï̸̠̌́l̴͚̦̫̓i̴͖̜̼̅͂̕ț̶̤̈́̓y̷̬͓͐̈́̌:̶̥̖̈͗ ̶̠̘͕̔̐͐E̶̫͠
    ̶̥̙͒̽͝M̵̪̼̙̐͒ȃ̸̼̘͗̕͜n̷͈͎͗a̷̬͕̥͌̐:̵̳̯̺̇̊ ̷͖̭̯̉̿̈́B̸̗̾̎̈́
    ̸̡̨̀L̸̘͕̹̍ú̵̠̼̮c̸̜̐͋k̵͍̠̀:̷̯̭̙͆ ̶̟͎̔͝D̴̰̉͝͝
    ̴̤̦̗́N̴͈̜̥͑o̸̟͔̒̇b̷̩̹͂͂͜ḻ̶̋̍̓ę̴̊ ̴̨̿̒P̶͙̺̋̋ḥ̵̿ǎ̶̧̞͙̐͒n̸̡͍̩̄̊t̶̜͘͠a̵̧̲̦̋s̸̡̹̺̏m̷͕̈:̷̮̃̐͠ ̵̯̹͐̃͠ͅE̷͖͕̬͊X̶͇̊



    Arthur stood within the ethereal collage that was his world of Mir. He knew he had been summoned, but something seemed to be holding him in place. He couldn’t shift to the present to meet his summoner, and that fact was starting to worry him. “The hell is going on?” he muttered into the empty air.

    “Perhaps I can be of some assistance, my dear author.” Stated another voice. It was deep, and seemed to have an unnatural hum to it, but was most of all, impossible. No one else should be able to interact with him in Mir without him wanting them to, and he certainly didn’t want to right now. Arthur whipped around to try and find the person who was here with him.

    “Oh, you won’t find me that way, Arthur.” Stated the voice. This time, Clarke froze. He understood that amongst heroic spirits, knowledge was everything, and another having knowledge about you was giving someone a massive advantage. Which meant whoever was here with him had him at a severe disadvantage.

    “Who are you?” Questioned Clarke, as he gazed into the distance, having given up trying to find the one responsible. And it seemed that had been the correct decision, as before him a form seemingly melted into reality.

    “Hmmm, you wish for a name? For now, call me… AZAZEL.”









    S̵̲̄i̷̺̤͐ŕ̶̮ ̷̳̥͗͑Ä̴̧́̍r̸̭̈͊t̷̥̦́ḫ̸̣͛u̸̬͂ͅr̵̞͛ ̸̭͌̓C̶̮̫̄͠ ̵̲͑̎C̸̨̽̆l̸̘͓̎a̶̧̽͜r̵͚͆k̵̼̏e̵̤͉̿,̷̠͆ ̷̭͆o̶̻̓n̶̥̔͠e̴̢͚͗͌ ̵͙͍͒̊ò̶̗̣f̸̦͕̀͝ ̵̮̈́̊t̷̖̂h̴̪̋e̸͈͐̋ ̴̧̲̈́b̶̫̄̽i̴̙̩̓͋ġ̶̨̝́ ̵͇̌́ṯ̴̛͊͜h̶̢̞͑̀ṟ̷̨̍̃e̶͖̐͑ě̶͖͝ ̵̦͆ȧ̴̰͜͝ụ̶̐̽t̵̗͍̃h̶̻͋o̶̰̺̓͒r̵̂͜͝s̴̳͐͗ ̵̗̳̈ỏ̴̪̜͠f̷̜͋́ ̶̲͖̈́͆s̶̖̮̎̎c̷̜̦̅i̵̼̐̾é̵̹̲n̶͍̚c̸̝͍̓̃è̴̙ ̶͍̒f̷̳̈́̀ị̸̃ç̴̿t̷̳͔́͝ĩ̴̞̟͐ǒ̴̫n̶̹͍̽̀ ̴̼̗̿i̸̡͆́n̷̠͗͑ ̴̮͆̽t̸̜̓͠h̸͕̯̒e̷̞͆̈ ̸̫͑̋l̶̪̖̐͑a̶͇̮̾t̶͍̕ê̷̟̳ ̶̠̙̽2̸̥͗̎ͅ0̵̜̎̇t̸̪̀̓h̵̩͎̚͝ ̶̻̪̈́̓c̴͜͝e̴͚̠͊̌n̴̬̰̐t̷̢̅͘ǘ̶͖̅r̸̟͗y̷̡͋͘͜.̶̛̹ ̶̨̛A̵̭̱̋ ̵̨́ͅg̷̲̒r̸̡̨̿é̴͇̱͊à̷̬̓ͅt̸̨̡͘ ̴̥̌̕͜ṗ̵̼̹̆ȓ̸̠͍̐o̵̢̤̿̅p̶͋͜ͅȏ̵̯n̶͓͠ȩ̵̈́͗n̸͎̥͋͝t̷͙̒̌ ̴̜̟̌̂o̷̮̦͐f̷̟̩̊͗ ̴̧̻̈t̵̞̀ḫ̷͎̀ē̸̗ ̴̨͌f̸̙̱̓ṵ̵̲́t̶̞̤͋̊u̶͍͐̑r̷̪̠̾é̸̦ ̴̱̒̚͜ơ̸̲͌f̸̣̂̑ ̵̰̫̕h̸̡̗͑u̷̼̭͛̆m̵̳̈́à̵̧̦n̶͈̓ḭ̷̞͊̉t̵͍̦̔ÿ̷̜́͜ ̵̫̱́a̶͔͌ͅn̶̜̱̍͆d̷̺̏͠ ̸͔̄̄a̶͈͌̚ ̶̳̃̅m̷̰̂ả̴͉ṇ̸͌̌ ̴͖͗͌ẹ̸͐v̵̝͋̋ͅe̵̲͈͝n̴̛̬ ̵̘͉͆r̷̨͎̽͠è̷̪f̷̦̀̇e̸̤͝ͅr̸̦̬̈̄r̶̰̃͊e̶̮̼͗̄d̸̞͕̊͝ ̸̺͝ṯ̷̭́̀ó̷̧̰ ̶̹͉̅͐a̴͉͋s̴̟͑ ̴͉̀t̸͕̾h̶̲̞̊̐ȅ̷̖͜ ̶͚̦̈́́p̵͒͜r̸̙̿ͅo̷̬̘̍p̸̫͕͘h̵̡̍ͅȇ̷̗t̷͎̀ ̵̗̄͑ȍ̶͖͉f̵͚̄͌ ̶̩̉t̷̯̭̃h̸͔̲̆e̸̜̣̾ ̵̜͊̓ͅs̴͕̅p̷̼̃̔ä̶͕͈́c̴̞̲̔ē̵͖̥̋ ̸̻̋ă̴̧̻ǵ̸͙͘e̵̢̻̎̕.̴̞̪̀̇ ̷̺͔̓Ḩ̷̦̈̾ô̸̼̈́ẅ̶̺e̵̞͍͝v̴͕͌̈e̸͎̐͘ṛ̵̳͌͝,̴͈̔ ̵͕͛̃h̴̯̍e̸̥̾,̴̤͖̌ ̷̻͘l̵͙͊̔i̵̯̪͝k̷̺͕͋e̷̲̞̅͊ ̸͍͐a̵͍͒n̷͕̼̒y̵̻̬͗ ̸̌͜ǫ̸̈́t̵̳͉̐h̵͍͇́̿ẹ̵̽͜r̷̮̔ ̴̛͚̼̏m̷̼͖̓ȁ̶̝̎n̴̛̝͝ ̸̲̑ỏ̷͇̀f̴̧͖̏̐ ̸̨͐̍t̶̟̽ḫ̴̂e̶̺͒̚ ̶̻̒̑m̷̫̺̚͠ô̶̮̝d̵̰̅̑e̷̜̾̀r̶͇̱̅͝n̶̦̎͌ ̶͔͔̈̆w̵̛͍͋o̴̹̿̀r̶̬̒̏l̷̖̓ͅd̶̺̞͌,̸͍̔͛ ̵̨̝̉w̴̧̟͂̏a̴̛̼͐s̵̩̝̀͐ ̸̯͈͗̅n̶̬͖̍o̴̮̞̅t̷̹̔̐ ̸̻̓b̶̰̟̈͛o̸͙͛͜r̷͇̅n̷͓̦͠ ̵̧͋͝g̴͕͂̈́r̵̭̟͝ė̴̛̘̭ā̴̟̤̚ț̶̑,̷̧̣̆ ̷̢̹̈́h̷̰̥͑̃ë̵̘̚͜ ̵̥̍w̸̡̰̋ŏ̷͚r̴̲͝k̵̙̆e̴̐̀͜d̶̹̑ ̸̞̺̇̉f̷̢̃̓o̸͕͑̐r̸̔̾͜ ̶̤͌ị̸̥̐t̷̙͗.̴̤̇̇
    ̶̼͐́
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    ̴̳͉̑̿T̸͔̒h̷̗̫̑ŗ̶̰͆o̸̮̾u̸̟̭̽g̷̡̬̽ḧ̵͓́ǒ̸͎͓u̵̬̚ṱ̴͆͝ ̶̻͝h̵͙͔̆͝i̶͇̔͗͜s̵̢͇̓ ̸̭̜̌l̷͖̩̊i̷͉̥̓͌f̷̹̞̊̄e̴̖͐ͅ,̴̨̗̄ ̴͓̼̒h̶̤̏̅ȅ̸̪̅’̸̟̝̎̇ḋ̷͎ ̸̛̭̥ĉ̸͍̼͗o̷̩͒ň̸̻t̵̰́i̵̬̍̐ń̶̝ũ̴͇é̶̗̣̇ ̶̦͔̍͗t̴͈͒̀ȯ̷̱ ̴̻̞͠c̴̰̏o̶̠͝ñ̸̠t̴̜͊̃r̸̗͂ì̴̯̊b̵̼̈́ͅü̷̠͝t̷̪͆e̷̪͊ ̷̟͆̅ẗ̵̮́̒o̶̥̹͝ ̴̖̰̈́͒a̶̮͕̚l̴̢̰̏l̶̹̈́͠ ̴͖̆͝t̵̼͗̚h̶͙̍̉e̵̩͛͠ṣ̷͖͝ē̴̻̅ ̵̥̗̕ḟ̵̞̟͘ị̷̼͐̕ȅ̵̢͈l̸͓̈́d̸͇̰̂̈́s̷̖̜̎,̸̰̀ ̵̮͋ẁ̵̩͠h̵̭͓͊̒i̸̖͔͌̄ḽ̴̈́̉ȩ̴͛ ̷̞͒f̸̗͗̃o̴̹̬̍r̸͈̉m̴͚͊͘i̴̻̠͂n̶͚̈͝g̸͇̙͌͆ ̸̮̺́̂c̶͕̠̀ĺ̷̹õ̷̦͂s̴̛͖̰̐e̶͇͋ ̸͖̜̀͂r̷̜̋e̸̜͐̕l̶̛̖a̷̧̼͑ţ̸̖͝i̴̺̊̑o̴̡̒n̵̙̈́s̶̱̿͂ ̶̘̩́w̵̥͛i̶̤̱͆̀t̵̠͉̚h̸̠͋̀ ̶̙̳͋v̸̗͂a̸̙̞̅͠r̴͈̥͛̒į̶̻͐ő̷̡̖u̵̘͛ͅs̶̬͚̈͆ ̸̼̭͒o̸̰͉͊t̶͚̒h̶͚͕͋͒é̷̼r̸͔͓̆̾ ̵̱̄n̸̖̕o̶̤̹͐̾t̵̙͛̅a̵̱͉͐̈́b̷̺͇͑l̸̩͕͐ë̸̥̻́̾ ̸̝̏̍p̶̬̅ȇ̷͇̱̂o̵̤̔͂p̶͑ͅl̸̘̔͆e̷̝͍͌͗,̷͚̓̓ ̸͇̏̔ș̵̛̓ǘ̵͚̰͌c̵̼̙̆̔h̷̛͓ ̴̭̆͊à̵̟s̵͚̀͝ ̷̠̒̓t̴̤̂h̴̘͕̅e̴̖̠̾ ̴̥̦͘o̴͓͙͝t̴͉̫͋h̷͙́̋e̶͚̽ͅr̸͇̎ ̷̙́ṁ̷͈̥͗ẽ̶͉̊m̵̰̭̑b̷̗͛̚ë̴̤͈́r̶͇͂ŝ̶͔́ ̴̤͕̿ő̴̭f̴̥̣͛ ̸̟̠̅͂t̴̻̦͆͂h̸͇͂̕ë̶̲́̑ ̶̱̔B̵̝̯͋ǐ̷̭͖̈́g̴̫̭͂ ̷̥̥̌̉T̸̥͝ḫ̶̱̀͊r̶̯̽͠e̵̗̔̈́e̸͈͝,̵̘̘̈́̈́ ̵͉͐ā̶̢̙n̶̦̜̐d̷̠͑͊ ̵̩̃̏͜C̵͓̀̈͜.̵̢͇̐͝S̸̱̝͘.̸̙̃́ ̴̙̹̈Ľ̸͈è̶͖̬͊w̴̠̠̌̅i̸͉͠s̶̩̆̕.̶̱̈́̌ ̶͙̚F̶̨̣̅ṷ̴̪͆͛ȑ̸͉̣̍t̷̘̯̆h̶̹͓̄ȩ̷̞͑ṛ̶̉ͅṃ̴̢̉õ̵͔̻r̶͍̃͜e̸̡̒͗,̵͍̽̉ ̶̖̣͆w̶̨̟̿͝ḩ̶͌i̴̘̋l̵͉̏̌s̸̞̑t̵̟̉ ̶̬̟̚ḧ̸̡̨́̽è̴̯̌ ̷̟̀̾w̴̩͜͝ḁ̴̥̈́̕s̸͍̚ ̵̺̌̐m̸͉͕̅͝a̷̗̠̅r̵͖̄r̸͍͔̾i̷̙̚è̴͍̣d̷̨̛̪̍,̵̬̏͒ ̵̳̠͑͘i̵͇̯͑͝t̶̟͘ ̸̣̻̈́͝o̶̻̓͛n̸̫̓l̸͓̿ͅy̸̫̥̐ ̵̣͖̚ľ̵̀ͅa̵̡̭͐͂s̵̳̓́t̸̺̬̅͘e̵̮͐d̸̗͕͂͗ ̸͔͇̓̍f̸̺̩͠ö̴̥̙́̇ȑ̷̳͉ ̸̱̰̕a̸͙͒ ̶̦͉̊f̴̗͂ę̷̭͗w̸̠̥̒ ̸̗͝m̴̭̱͐̎ọ̸̡̊̏n̸̲̼̑͐t̷͉̜̂h̷̬̪̎̑s̷̤̲͌͌ ̴̘̖̚b̵͓͓̊͛e̵̱͚͘f̵̫̬͋͋o̷̩͍͝r̷̝̝̿̈è̶̥̣̏ ̸̩̭͝t̷͎͎̽͝h̸̭̉͠ẹ̵̰̅̀ỵ̶̃̋ ̷͉́ś̴̳͝e̷̢͈̕p̵̥͋a̸͕̪̓r̵̹̂̋ȧ̸̫̞ţ̸̕͜e̷͎̞̚͠d̷̠́.̴͙̪̃̾ ̵̩͆̏H̸̙̝͆ẻ̵̫ ̸͕͘w̶̱̒ǫ̵͈̈́u̵̩̝̍l̵̡̤̍͝d̸̲͋̃ ̴̣̉́s̶͍̊͝p̷͠ͅĕ̵͚̩̈́n̸̜̓͑d̵̛̻͘ ̸̙͔̈́m̸̻̿ů̷̹̬̕c̴̤̩̏̕ĥ̴͚ ̶́͜o̶̩͍̒͊f̴̤͚͋̈́ ̵̟̼̎ṱ̷̜͆h̷̞͗ȩ̴̺̊̂ ̷͉͔͋ŕ̵̝ȇ̷̼s̸̮̿̊ț̵̥̔ ̵̦͒o̵̤̽͆f̴̡͐̕ ̶̖̃h̵͈̘̽̓ȋ̵͕s̷͚̋̂ ̸̖̙̆͐ḻ̸͎͒i̷͉͑̽f̸͍̻̀ë̶̖́ ̶̇͒ͅa̸̯̙̽l̴̠͝o̴͈͓̍̽ṉ̶͚̀g̷̘̱̾s̸̝̊͝ï̶̢̻ḑ̸̻̾é̵̥̙̈́ ̴͓̏̉a̴̳͓̾̚ ̶͖͓͠S̴̫͚̒͝r̵̪͐̚ï̴̲͍ ̸̧̜̔L̴̨͈̃a̵̼̟̎ņ̸̥̊̿k̷͕͉̿̊ḭ̴̮̀͆ǹ̶͔̳̊ ̷̟̩̓̽m̵̩͉̍ą̶̛͓ń̴̰,̶͓̣́͘ ̶̻̑͘L̷̳̫̀ȅ̵̳̮͘s̴̮͚̎͒l̴͍͍͝i̵̭̪͝ȩ̵̛ ̷͚̐̕E̷͓͊ͅk̸̢̔̓á̶̠̫n̵̗͗̽a̴͈̯̍͝y̵̪̟̓͑á̷̰̚k̶̡̛̓e̴̙̥̅͊,̶̣̀͜ ̸̻̹̿͌w̶̗̋͝h̷͈̐̓i̷̟͗́c̷̣̣͐ĥ̸̪̱ ̸̮͒c̶̣̅͝a̵̙̅̍ͅm̸̗̂͋è̸͚̫̄ ̸̗̈́̓a̴͉͋̒ṩ̸ ̷̮̅̊l̴̡̈́̚i̸̼͓̓̿t̷̝̆̍t̵̫̻͆l̷͖̰̓e̸̤̪̋ ̷͔̅̏͜s̶̬̿ṷ̷͒͠r̸̹̀͝p̷̪͉͌r̷̮͋i̴̪̺͂͠s̷̳͚͒e̵̿ͅ ̸̹͊͜ẗ̴̩́o̸̟͊͊ ̴̦̙̾͘m̶̘͆́o̴̦̲̅s̴̨̫̏t̷͔͕̀ ̷͎͔̓͊ŵ̴̗ḩ̵̿̓ọ̷͛ ̸͉̂k̴̹̣̓̚n̷̞̊ë̶̳́w̶̹͘ ̷̡͊̌h̸̖̅ḭ̷̭̌̀m̷̳͊̓,̷̟͕̓ ̸̨̣̽a̶̭̽s̴̪͖̄̂ ̴͙̝̏t̵͉̮̐h̵̦͎̀e̶͇͋y̵̭̭͆ ̶̦̒̈́n̶̯͐e̸̹͓̍ẃ̴̯̤ ̸̧̎͑o̴̦̊́f̶̼̅ ̵̩̉͝h̷̠͍̓i̵͉͋ś̶̞̱͝ ̶̠͙͊͘h̴̭̣͋̎ö̸̭́͒m̵̭̐̇ö̵̻̞́s̷̡͖̆e̸̖̅̊ẋ̷̜̙u̴̲̮͝a̸̫͛l̸͎̔i̶͉̎t̴̛̹͗ÿ̵̞̤.̴̲̻͋
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    ̴̬̮̾H̴͖͊o̵̭̐w̷̟̳̌͘ĕ̴̻ͅv̴̢̟́̒ê̵̤͐r̴̻̗͌,̷̢̯̆̍ ̷͕̗̊̈́t̵̢̡͊h̴͖͂i̸̺̘̔̔s̵̤̕ ̴̰̞̔w̸͉̾ō̷̦͛u̶̗͎̒l̴̝͚̊d̵͍̻͊ ̶̼̙̉c̶͔̐a̸̢̔u̶͎̎͠ş̴̆̕e̶̛̦͝ ̸̹̀a̸̫͍̔ ̸̜̪̅͗s̵͙̣͊͑m̶̛̻̃ȃ̸̢̹l̶͍̇l̴̖͠ ̵̦̿̈́s̵̯̤̎ṗ̴̜͎ơ̶͉͠t̵̛̘ ̴̟́ͅö̸͇͇f̵̭͂ ̸̣̤̏͐c̵̙̼͗̂ȍ̴̖͍̄n̵̟̑͜t̴̨̳̂r̴̩̍ǒ̷̝͇͝v̵̞̣̍͘e̵̞̮̐̔r̸̝̋̆s̸̟͝y̶̟̰̔̀ ̷͓́̓a̸̳͔͂͌r̶̡͈͝o̵͍̎ũ̵̫̫̏ǹ̷̝͌d̷̙̦͐̏ ̸̧͚̒̐t̷̰̼̎h̵̰̝͝e̶͒͜ ̶̰̑ẗ̴͙i̵̪͉̍ḿ̸̪̣ȇ̷̩̘̓ ̷̋ͅȟ̶̢̛e̴̬͊͜ ̶̮̘̈͝w̶͉̌̐ä̶̰̺́͠s̸̜̒ ̸̢̻͘̕t̷̝̦͊̍o̷̩̅͗ ̶͉̱̓b̵́͑͜e̸̢͍̽̿ ̸͓̀k̶̼̼̎n̵̢̛̥͊ỉ̶̢̦̏g̸̻͝h̵̰̲̏t̶͙͊͆ë̶̜́́d̸̘͖̑,̸̻͖́̅ ̸̡̧̏̓a̵̗͐s̷̟̾ ̷̞͈̍͝d̷̥̑u̶̫̺͑e̷͔͇͐̚ ̴̧͗ẗ̴̙ȍ̷̮̃ ̸͔̚͜á̵̦̥̚ ̷̺̗̉d̶͖̈́ḛ̴̛f̷̩̃͌a̶̩͔̓m̷̜̃a̵̯̥̾t̵̤̦͠o̴͚͉̓r̶̥̣̆͠y̴͕̐̐ ̸̜̏̽a̴̛̠̭̍r̴̞̝̅̃ẗ̸̮̆i̸͕͍͆c̶̥̉͜l̵͇̐̊e̷̡̛ ̵̞͎̀̆b̷̼͛ÿ̸̩̺́ ̴̖͒̕t̶͚͈̓́ẖ̶̎e̶͎̼̅̌ ̸̣̃͛B̵̼̘̅̇ŗ̸̧͝i̶͈̘̅ț̶̳̈i̸̬͚̓͝s̸̘̿h̵̝̭̓͘ ̸͕͖̚n̷͖̪̉e̵͚͙͠ẅ̷̘́s̵̗͕̊p̶̧̓̏a̴̮͌̌p̸̭̂e̵̤̠̅͛r̴̘̐,̵͍̇̆ ̵̠̟͘͠t̵͍͖̏͑ḫ̶͍̈͗e̵̢̥͛ ̵̟́͠S̵̛̪̟̾u̸̮̪͆n̶̩̼̊͑d̸̼̒͜ä̸̫̀y̶̻̑̾ ̶̠̦̌̽M̶̛͉̖̆i̶̲̜̓̓ŕ̸̟́r̷̙͎̔̑ö̷̪̱́ŕ̵͔,̶̞̓ͅ ̶̙̤̒̒ŵ̵͓h̴̠̎ĭ̴̗̘c̴̱̣͋̄h̸̛̜̣̔ ̷̡̬̌͋c̷̼̐͌l̸̗͊̂ä̴̗́̀ǐ̸͎m̷̝̮̀͠ḙ̷͂d̶̻̄̾ ̵̙͗h̸͎̙͊e̷͈͠ ̷̭̗͗h̸̥̎̾ḁ̸͕͂͒ḍ̷̩̌̒ ̵̣̼̑s̸͈̠̊̏ǫ̸̱̽l̵̰̭͑i̵̝̎́c̴̫̥͂i̵̜̪̓́t̵̛̻̺̐ê̵͍̦̽d̸͎̓͝ ̵̲̻̄̋y̸̥͚̚o̴̢̟̕ư̸͈̱̅n̷̩̆́g̷̟̾͋ ̷̯͂͠b̶̯͖̓o̴͇͊y̷̳̋s̶̥͔̄,̷̢̠͑ ̷̱͝h̶̬͐̓e̸̡̖̎ ̴̢̬͝ą̸̅͝ś̷͍̲k̷͍̑e̸̛̬͍̒d̸̘̦̿̈́ ̷̱̑̓f̶̜̆o̵̻͔͆r̷̛̖͔̄ ̷̣̣̓̚ǐ̵̬͚t̷̺̆́ ̷̝̏͝t̵̲͋͗ó̴̞ ̵̭́b̶̝̈e̵̳̅̆ ̸̢̫̊p̵̱̐o̵̭̰̓͛s̸̠͇̒́t̸̜̐̚p̷̜̂o̶̲̼̊̈́n̵̙͑e̴̗̬̕d̵̫̾ ̴̭͂̕t̸̞͒̓i̶͇̮̒l̴̳̀́ļ̷̟̓ ̴̠͑h̴̻̼́͂ê̶̼ ̴̨͙͂w̸̥̪͋a̸̝̘͛s̶͕̊͝ ̴̯̋p̷̢̠͆ŕ̶̻̝̒ơ̶̯̼͑v̷̙́̊é̸͍̔d̷̫̝̍ ̸̤̫̾͆i̴̙͍͛n̴̟͐̈́n̶̪͈̐̚ŏ̶͉̑c̵͓͙̄è̵̡̎n̸̖͖͒t̴͕̼͝.̷͔̝̇̑ ̶͎̼̂̇Ö̵̦̕ͅñ̵̞̗͗c̸̡̈́͒e̴͇̔̃ ̸̬̮̇̋s̶͎͝͝ṵ̷̂̂c̶͔̭̕ḧ̴̖͔͊ ̴̲͗͒o̶͈̲͛ç̵̱͛c̸̱̖̓͠u̸̡̩̔r̵͓͖̓̏r̵͈̙̍è̸̘͕d̸̼̈́̄,̵͉͠ ̸̩̥͛̀ḫ̴̕e̶̯̼̓͠ ̷̖͔̚w̵̫̞͌̚a̶̲̪͝ŝ̶̹ ̷̯͂s̶͖͎̐̾u̸̻͆c̵͕̟̔̅c̶̨̰͆e̸̙̽ș̸͗s̵̝̏f̷̹̻̊̎u̴̬̺̓̊ĺ̷̹̃ḽ̶͐y̵̭̍ ̵̼͗k̶̯͈͐͗n̶̼͗̒i̶͇̇̿ġ̸̱̹̾ȟ̶͎t̷̞͋͛ě̵̛̖̖d̵̢̬̀̍,̷̩̟͂̈́ ̸̩͒a̷͍͋͊n̷͚͊ͅd̷̖͆̇ ̶̬̍ͅc̸̛̠̎h̵̥̝̏ớ̷̢̗ş̵̼̋e̷̳̟͊ ̸̟̔͛n̷̜̽̈́ö̷̼̥́̄t̵̗̤̄ ̸̘̥̓t̷̞̊͝ͅo̵͎̤̾ ̵̙̼̄͒s̶͙̱̍͋ǔ̴͚̭e̶͔̳̔͗ ̶̛̙͚̋ḟ̶̲̩͘ỏ̶̥͜͝r̷̟̥̃ ̵̳̤́͛d̴̢̜͑͛e̸̲̿f̷̫̓a̷͘ͅm̷̛̫͆à̴͈͓̔t̵̤̹̅̌i̵͓̚͠ö̷̞́n̴̥̐.̵̿̐ͅ
    ̴͎͑
    ̷̙̽C̸̖̀̕l̵̪͌̿a̴̢̾͋r̵̢̻̃͗ķ̶͘e̵̜̎͘’̴̜̙̂s̶͔͐ ̸̟̼͒d̶̛͕̐ḝ̶̦̕ȁ̸̻̹ţ̴̝̋̌h̷̘̄͜͝ ̴̬͠ẇ̸͔͠ó̵̻u̴̻̇l̵͔̙͝d̴̲̈́ ̴̻̚ḅ̶̹̒e̷̖̜̚ ̸̧̹̇f̸̈͜o̷̗͉̿r̴̦̈́e̷̝̥̿̎s̷̺̻͗́h̶͓̉a̷̢͒d̷͓̿̓õ̶̢͍ẅ̷̬͖́e̷̞̠͘d̷̖̝̏̂ ̷͔̾b̷̮͇̌y̶͖̹͛̐ ̶͍̃͜͝a̷̻̒̋ ̵̟̜͊f̵͍̌e̸̞͑ẁ̸̢̞͠ ̷̺͝h̶̜͠o̸͜͠ų̷̹́̚ṛ̵͝s̴̻̍̐ ̷̘͒̓b̴̗̄̕y̸͔͑͆ ̵̳͚̉a̴̗͐͠ ̴̢̍r̵̲̍ẻ̵̩̈́c̸̦̱͂̚ơ̶͚̙͝r̴̛̤̾d̴͙̄̈́-̴̡̽s̶̡̭̈́e̸͍͙͗͆t̴͑ͅt̵͓̓̅i̸͎̇̆n̷̪̣͘g̸̛̳ ̸̜̄̎ǵ̷̦̙̑ȃ̶̮̦͌m̷͎̆ḿ̴̳͆a̶̡̋̕-̶̡̬̈r̶͇̲̕a̶̬̓y̸̤͉͒̓ ̸̧̍ḃ̶̧͍u̵̻͛r̵̫̔̅͜s̷̺͕͋̆t̶̨̜̅.̶͍͗͜͠ ̵̣̪͗T̶̡͗ḧ̵̜́i̸̫̾͑s̷̬͆̎ ̵̼̑b̵̳̎ù̶̗̈r̷̛̞̉s̴̯̿ͅţ̸̞̈́,̵͚͕͗͂ ̵̲̞͠p̶̠̖͌r̵͇͈͒̚o̴̜̻̊̿p̷̪͍̑o̴̗̳͒̈́s̴̤͇͂̈́ẹ̵̊̚d̴̩̿̕ ̴͚̖͐̀t̵̨̨̓o̶̙̓̕ ̸̩̒b̶̞̙̄e̴̹͌̾ ̴̮̅͆ń̸̝à̴͍̺͝m̵͎̮͌͒ĕ̶̘̭d̸̮͝ ̶̝̮̈t̷͇͘h̷̺̉̄e̴͇̽̎ ̷̩͘͝C̵̡͈̒̊l̸͙͛͝a̴͚̟̔͘ŗ̵̮̈́k̴͔̊̈́è̸̥ ̶̗̈́E̸̹̖̓v̶̫͑̑e̵̹͚͑͗n̵̢̫͂͝ṫ̶̠͆,̷̠͕̇̅ ̶̧͠r̶̹̞̈́e̸̱͙͠p̷̡̣̔ȑ̴̻̟ȅ̶͉̽s̶̞̻̓͌e̴̳͗n̷̻̺̓͝t̶̪̂ê̷̺̈d̶̰͝ ̷͈̫̽̇ẗ̴̖ȟ̶̡̲ẹ̶̹̊̄ ̴̿͠ͅḓ̸͚͂́ȩ̶͕̀̂ǎ̴͈͠t̴̛̗h̵̯̉ ̴̠̘̊͝o̴̱͌f̷̖̻̎ ̷̧̤̊̂o̶̟͛ń̷̫̼e̶̩̤̓̇ ̷̪̄͂o̷̠̘͆f̸͍̔̎ ̴̣̄t̷͖̩̾͝ȟ̴̛̼͓è̶̝̪ ̴̜̎v̵̟̂͋e̶͔̚͝r̴̛͔̆y̵̬̭̿̎ ̴̫̆f̵̛̺i̴͇̬͗̉r̶̮̈́s̴̤̈t̷̜̜͘ ̸̨̫͛š̶̱̆ț̸͊ả̵̺͘r̴͈̣̀̌ś̴͓̎ ̸͉̜͌ò̴̩̔͜f̵̺̐͜ ̷͈̅͜t̸̹̆ͅh̶̬̰͒ȅ̷̫́ͅ ̴̧̑û̴̳̘n̴̢̎́i̸̢̛̭v̴͍̓e̸̫̻͌̓r̸͕͂s̸͓̾̅e̶̛͐ͅ.̶̯̕ ̵͍͛A̷̻̾̉ ̴̨̫̀͝f̷͇̄i̸̻̭͐̕t̶̻̐͘t̶͖͊ȋ̸̝́n̸̙̻̿g̸͚͓̀͌ ̸̠̒e̵̗̽v̵̬̾͗e̷̝̔̏n̶̞̿ţ̸̅,̷̻̲̓ ̸̞̠̈́f̷̟́ŏ̶̘̻r̷̘͑̇ ̷̗̱̆̓t̶̺̓ḥ̴̫͑͝e̴͔̒̒ ̷̢̗̐ḍ̸͚̐̒ë̶̢́ả̵̢̖͗t̷̰͛h̴̖̣̄́ ̶̗̝̇̃ȏ̸̯f̶̟̍ ̶̭̕͝o̷̡͖̚n̵͔̾́ȇ̸̱̪ ̸̝̻̃̽o̷͔͋̑f̴̧͖͘ ̴̮̘͂̔ṭ̶̌̅ͅh̵̳͚̓̓e̶̜̺̋ ̷̛̳́g̵̗̜͗r̸͇̎ȅ̴̛̝a̶̟̯̓̅t̴̛̬̑ḙ̸̒ś̶̯t̴͈̥͘ ̶̰̓c̵̙͛͗o̸̬̣̅͝n̷̟̈́t̶̯̆̑ṛ̷̠̏i̷͎̭̎b̴̞̥̓̀u̴̯͑͠t̶͙͗o̸͕̘͑r̶͗͠ͅs̸͖̬̊ ̶̳̑t̸͔͠õ̶̻̼ ̶̩͌Ś̴̤̊c̴̼͒i̸̺̖͌ḙ̴͗n̵̡̠̚͝c̵͉̍e̸͓͠ ̴̛̣͌F̴̠͊ͅi̴̧̭͝c̵͍͌͝t̴̡̫͂̚i̴͓̋ò̷͖͕̈́n̶̳̻̿ ̵͎̍t̴̞͘o̴̰̯̾ ̶̧̓e̵̮͋v̶̜̿e̵̙̅̏r̵̟̪͑͝ ̷̛͕͙l̵̪̇̓i̴͙̬̓̈́v̴͈̭̈́̋e̸̡͋.̶̥̀͆͜
    ̵̻͑̿ͅ
    ̵̧̬̄̀A̸͙͉̾ś̶̟ ̸̡̊à̸̩ ̶͙̍̀s̸̙̽͂e̸͉̺͐͆r̴̛͇̙͝v̴͊͜a̶̡̼͆͝ǹ̴̻̍ͅṯ̶͋͝,̶̝͚͌ ̶̛̥̳̀Ã̶̖̾r̸̡̹̿̄t̴̲̏̿h̵̘́u̸̹̿͠r̸͇̘͆’̷͈͗ṡ̶̹͕̿ ̷̫̈f̸͚̫̑̎ŏ̸̹̮r̷̺͌̋m̶̨̘̿̀ṣ̴̄̇ ̸̱͍͋̉f̴͚͒̀ȍ̷̳͉̈l̵̼͐͊l̷̻̦̑̄õ̵͍̟ẘ̴̹͇̓ ̸͚̅ċ̵͚̳l̵̤̓o̶͓͕̚ş̵̞̊̅e̷͚̙̚l̸͔̱͐y̸̨̠̓ ̶͈̹͛͋t̴͇̓ó̵͖̟͒ ̷̌̾͜ͅa̵̍͠ͅ ̵̝͎̈́͠ċ̷͈ǒ̷̦̗͠m̴̠̼͘b̶̮̿͜ḯ̴̘n̸̨͋͜ȁ̸̳̟t̸̜͐͂i̴̮̽̈́o̶̡͖̾n̸̠̽́ ̸̨̰̚͘o̴̖͖̾f̴̧̥͋ ̷͔̌̾ẖ̵̺̿̓ì̸͕̞ṡ̸̮͈ ̷͖̖̉t̴̥̋̓h̴̙̫̃͘r̴͎͝͝e̷̤̰̋̽ȅ̴̝̥̏ ̸̜͇̑l̵̡̤̚̚a̵͎̩͒w̵̡͇̅͑ṡ̸̪͛,̴̨̯͂̈ ̵̛̘a̵̡̔ņ̴̺̅͗d̶͇̚͝ ̷̳̋t̶̡́h̷̻͌̆ͅŗ̵͖̀e̵̬͊͝ͅe̸̢̽͠ ̷͈͔̑̔t̴͖̭̂y̸̮͐̀p̵̘͍͗e̸̟̤̍ṡ̴͍̽ ̸̜͐o̷̘͇͗f̵͉́̒ ̷͓̋͝m̴̢̩͂y̴̬͔̌̓s̵̭̩̄̚t̸̨̪̕e̷̩̻̎r̴̠̀̓y̴̯͇̎,̶̠̫̃͝ ̵͙̱́a̷͔͓͑s̵̥͐̓ ̵̳̰̌͂w̶̰͍̾̾e̸͚͋͠l̴̥͈͆ĺ̷̟͈ ̷͖̠̋̀å̵̻s̷̢̰̓ ̵̡̈́͌h̴̻̣̃i̷̭͛s̸̮̆̇ ̴̱́̇t̵̥̻̒̀h̴̊ͅr̴̗̔͌e̷̡̗̒͗e̵̳̜͛ ̴̜̔̈m̸̯͛́a̵͚͔̽̈i̷͕̦̋n̸̛̲̭ ̶̺̭̉̓ṉ̶̬͆̕o̴͔̭͐v̸͉͗̑e̸̱̟̐l̷̢̉ ̸̲̩͝s̷͇̖͌̕e̴̝͐r̸̨̃͋î̸̠͉̎e̷̩̥͘s̵̟̒.̷̖̇̉͜
    ̴̠͛͒
    ̸̙̈́H̴̹̄͘î̵̢̨s̶̢̟̽͘ ̸͕̪̌̌W̴̧͇̅̓a̵̩̕̚t̴̢͑̅ċ̸̥̇h̴̺̳͘e̷̢̩̋͘r̴̪̠̀ ̶̳̈́͝f̴̦͖̀͆o̷̖͔̒r̸̟̻̄̈́ṁ̸̳̱ ̸̮̗̌͑f̶̻̱͒o̵̺͋̀l̵͖̆̇l̷̼͊̊͜ö̵͍́w̶̰̩̉ ̴̤́͘ͅt̷̗̅̄ͅh̴̙̲͑̓e̶̠̙̐͑ ̸͕̇f̵̔ͅi̸͙͍̽ṟ̵̈́͊ͅs̶̲̃ẗ̸̪́ ̷̞̦̔͗o̶̠̔f̷̜͐ ̸͉̃͘͜t̸̹̎ĥ̸̬̺̚ę̶̀s̸͕̄e̸̬̍,̴͙̘̈́ ̷̪̞̓t̵̞̰̀h̶̰͂̑o̵̻̘̿͗ş̴͍͛ȩ̴̇̾ ̶̻̀̃b̶͚͑̅e̷͔̎͝ͅi̵̟͋̂n̶̘͔̑g̵̨̥̿͂:̸͎̃̈
    ̸͙̋W̷̡̒̓h̸̢̬̔ẻ̵̘͂n̴̙̏ ̵̙͉̈̌å̵͉ ̴͈̻̊d̸̩̆i̴͖̓͒ͅs̷̤̦̊t̸͎́ĩ̴̡̂n̶̖͠g̵̬̗̾u̷̗̭̓i̶̢̿s̴̲͐̑h̴̝̊̋e̷͚̋͛d̶̹̏ ̸̨͉̏͋b̴̯́͊ú̸̖̻̈t̷̖͂̎ ̵͖͆̕e̸̛͇͈̎ľ̶͎͚d̷̡̍ę̴̼͛͑r̷̜͂͜l̵̢̂y̴̢̦̐͝ ̸̪͊̍s̵̝͌̽ċ̴͈i̸̦͋͊e̷̜̼͌n̷̼͝ẗ̴͚́͠i̷̼̫͌s̷͕͗͛t̸͎̑̒ ̵̢̨́̒ṣ̴̛̤t̴͇̠́̆a̸̖̹͘ț̶̌͆ḙ̸͕̎̽s̶͔̔ ̶̺̅͝t̸̯̪̾ẖ̶̮͋ą̸͝t̵͈͆ ̴̧̒̎s̶̱̈ͅo̵̢̞͛͠m̸͚̍e̴̘̮͆t̶͔͔͛h̴͙̟̄̐i̵̬̔̀n̷̡̽g̵̛͔ ̴̟̽i̸̖̲͆s̷͔̱͛ ̶̫̓p̷̲͙̚͠ọ̵̭̀͐s̷̻͐͌s̵͇̭͝i̸̻͌ͅb̵̨͚̊l̵̠͙̐ė̸̡,̸̗̰͠͝ ̷̬̦̚h̸͕̀̀ȅ̶̬̩ ̷̻̓̽i̶̡̠͂ṣ̴͆̀ ̴͍͎̐̚a̶̺͝l̸̩͓̅͝m̴̜͈̐ò̶̺s̸̥̓ț̶̰̀̒ ̷̜͙͆c̵͎͓̎ę̸̻̃r̴̡͕͌ţ̶͑a̷͓̋͂ȋ̵̫̦̌ņ̷͇͘ĺ̷̖y̴͈̳͌̅ ̸͈̺̑r̴͓̪̀̊ḯ̷͍̤̀g̴̨̢͌h̸̠̭͝t̸͚̹̓́.̵̖̃͝ ̷̟͙͐W̶̨͘h̵̳̃͋ḙ̷͕́̀n̸͙̐ ̸̦̹͂̕h̵̹͖̔ē̷̘̮͝ ̸̝͓̋͑s̴̩̔ͅt̸͉̓̏a̴͓̠̿̓t̷̘͑e̷͔̐s̷̉ͅ ̵̠̽ẗ̷̥͠ȟ̸̝̩â̸͎̘̈́ṫ̸̺̞̓ ̷̳̅ŝ̶̀͜ȯ̵̥ṁ̸͎̕ȅ̸͓̠͘t̶͌̓͜h̷̟̼͋i̷̠͒̓ͅǹ̶͖̞g̴̛̈́͜ ̵̟̓̅į̸̈́s̶͈̊̈́ ̵͍̬̈́͠i̷̡̪̍̌m̵̼͔̾̑p̴̢͕̋o̶͖͈͠s̸̤̗̎ś̷̖̳i̸̙͈̕b̸̖͐͒l̶̙̃ḙ̴͆̔,̷͈̙̂ ̵̡̅̑ḧ̵͓͇e̶̘̥͑ ̷̧̆i̸̡̾s̶̮̔ ̴͓͖̉͠v̴̥͑͋ḙ̷͊́r̴͍̆͌ý̶̖̕ ̶̤̖̔p̸͈͊̾r̸̬͒͘ó̴̰̜͗b̴̳̉a̴̧̔b̸̹̐ľ̶̤̼̃ỷ̷̠ ̸̜͐w̸̹͚̃̈́r̶̡͐o̴̹͆ṉ̷́͆g̷̗͊ͅ.̶̗́͜(̸̰̭̽̾C̴͍̣͐̐ĺ̵̨a̶̺͒r̶̠͝k̶̛̳̈́ȅ̶̱’̴̻̦̐s̸̬͓͌ ̴̭̐L̴̩̦̈́̄a̵̙͉͐w̴̲̟̑͊s̸̡̺̃͌)̶̻͗̔
    ̷̩̂͐S̴̪̳̑o̷̪̓̈́m̵̺̋̇e̶̘͐͝t̴̞͈̅h̴̛͖̱͂ì̶̢͕n̵̬̆ḡ̵̫͜ ̸͚̽͌t̷̜̉h̶͇̜͐a̶̻̞̚t̵͙̹̉͠ ̵̢̭̒w̵̲̮̒ä̴̼́s̸͓̜̃͝ ̷̺̇͗o̵̡̠͋͂n̴̬̟̄̒c̶̝̕e̶͉͕̾͘ ̸̞͝u̶̩̙͆͘ṯ̷͍͌t̴̺̄̚è̸̡̬r̵͕̔̉l̵͚̏̓ỳ̴̠ ̵̗͝b̶̡̙̂͋ã̵̢f̵͎̈f̶͍̟̂l̶̹̮͌i̸̲͂̑n̸͎̋g̶̥̔̈͜ ̵͈̼͌b̸̟͑ụ̸͉͐ṭ̵̽ ̶̪́͝i̷͇̽͋ś̷̰̻̚ ̶̖̀̽n̴͈̬̂͛o̷͓͊w̶͎͐̽ ̵̞̩̂c̸̢͉̿̊ȍ̷͓m̸͇̈́p̸͈̩͝l̵̯̓è̵͎̲t̸̪̪̏͂e̷̞̓͝l̶̢̊̆y̷̝̅͆ ̶̨̇u̵̠͐ń̷̟̋ď̵͚e̵̊̐ͅr̵̝̃s̸̖̄͝t̵̝͙͗͐ỏ̶̤́o̶͕̦͛̕d̷̠̩̕͝,̷͔̂͝ ̵̱͙̔e̸̥̋.̸̬̑͋g̵̭͉͝.̷̻̲͗ ̷͉̒ạ̶̚ ̸̠͐r̴̘̪̎̇á̶̳͑ĩ̶͉̰͆ṇ̶͑b̷̝͚̓o̶̰͇͗͆w̶̜͆.̸̩̥̐(̶͇̈́̐C̴̨̼̈́ḷ̷̎̋a̸̤̎r̸̘̐͠k̴̰͋̈ë̵̼’̶̢͔̐̕s̴̱͊ ̵̳͔̒T̵̺̦̓y̸̮̱͊p̷̜͇̓̑ḛ̸̦͌̐s̴̞͖̍̀ ̸͙̼̒̈́o̴̟̚f̴͔̺͌ ̶̦̤̈́͘M̴̠͙͗͌ý̶͚̝͝s̶̤̙̄̉t̷̯̓ḙ̸͘r̶͇͝͠y̴̰̍̽)̵̥͊
    ̸̞̈A̵̱̫̋̎ ̷̻͇͒̈́S̷̡͐p̸̝͗a̴͕̥͗̇c̴̮͈̃ě̸͖͗ ̴̝̔O̶̡̱̿d̶̻̑̾y̷̱̥͛s̸̪̙̆̆ṣ̴̈́͒e̷̜̿ỷ̷̱̆
    ̷͈̚
    ̸̧̫̈́̒Ǐ̸̢̮̀n̵̳̄͌ͅ ̷̳̍̔ț̷̖̐̔h̵͕͝i̴̪͙̊s̸̰̈́͒ ̴̜̎f̶̨̕o̸͖̹͊r̴̰̓ṃ̶͈͘,̷̱̰̄ ̷̡͌h̵̪͔͌̈́e̷̝̙̿͘ ̸̣̃̅͜ì̴̲̇ś̵̗̾ ̶̹̅̓ṭ̵͓͛͊r̶͕̮͘u̶͙̬͂l̶̓ͅy̸̹͒͆ ̸͓́̄C̶͚̘̄̃ļ̸̃͝à̸̼r̵̨̗̔͋ḱ̴̮̲̕ẽ̸͔͠ ̶͚̀ť̵͍͝ḣ̸̼̭ȩ̵͎͂ ̴͍͙̈́ş̶̮̈͗c̶͍̀i̴͍͂͝ě̸͙̈́n̸̟̉̓t̶̗̀͐ȉ̴̡̤͋s̷̻̓̌t̸̨̓,̸͈͋͌ ̷̹̜̿͝u̵̯̍̚s̶̗͊i̶̫͔̅n̵͇̱̉̈́g̶͇͕̊ ̴̙̉t̶̫͎̿ḧ̶̳́͆i̶̟͠ņ̸͋͒ģ̴̜͆͠s̵̟͐̃ ̸̡̹̐l̵̪͑̏i̴͔͌̕k̸̯͎̇̏è̵ͅ ̴̢̽̀ẖ̴̉̿ï̷̖͎s̷̪̞̀̐ ̵̤̈́̈́c̷͓̽̚ò̷̞̳͗n̵̼̔n̴͍̕͝e̶̠̊̽č̶̺̀t̶͑͜i̷̞͙͝ỏ̸̫n̷͕̍͘ ̸̱̬̉t̵͚͎͝o̵̯̽ ̸̮́̂t̸̫̋ḥ̵̃ͅe̸̩̻͋͒ ̵̩̫̀̍G̶̲͝͝e̴͖͍̊̋õ̷̦̑ş̸̮͌ť̷̘͘ă̸̖t̵̪̬̏i̵͎̾̄o̵̙̾̅n̸̟̂̉a̴̯͆r̸̦̍ỷ̴̧ ̵͉̈́s̷͖̾ả̴͉t̵̖͎̍e̴̼͋l̷̞͖͗ḻ̸̼͑̔ȉ̴͇̊ṭ̶͛e̵̱̐ ̸̤̭́̈a̸͍͋͑ǹ̸̻ḓ̵̗͝ ̷̲̗͠G̷̢̣͋͘C̵̮̆̿Á̷̰̳ ̴̲̒ṙ̸̺̦́a̴͚̓d̵̺̩̈͝a̴͎̼͒͗r̷̜͖̿,̴̜̺̽̕ ̴̥̈́͝á̷̢s̵̠̹̋̃ ̴͖̑̊w̶̯̠͂͐ẽ̶͉l̸̡̬͑̈́l̸̠͚̚ ̵̹̈́͋a̴̘͈͘s̵̳̞͗ ̸͙̇t̶̨̺̊h̶͖̹̋ë̸͓̕ ̸̜̏͘͜p̷̳̒͊͜ǒ̴̲̤w̵̦̟̏́ë̷̹̼́̋r̴̩̅̌ ̵͓͈́o̶̡̥͆̀f̷͇͎̃̒ ̵̦̀o̵͇͖̓̒n̶̓͠ͅe̵̛̲ ̶̹͛̈́o̵͆͆ͅḟ̸ͅ ̶̤̉͛t̸͎̰̐̒ḣ̵̨͝e̸̤͒̈́ ̸͈̕͜o̸̻͖͐̍l̷̼̖͌d̷̪̦̒e̶̛̼s̷̹̀t̴̬̝͒͌ ̸̳̦́́ȏ̴̫͝b̶̠͓̈́ś̷̛̪e̴͖̅̄r̸̬̰͒v̸͙͛͝ē̸̯̄r̸̪̺̃s̷̟̋ ̵̘͐ơ̵͖͈͐f̴͍͑͠ ̷̜̭̔t̵̛̼h̵̭̺́e̷͙͖͑͂ ̴̀ͅͅu̵̡̖̐n̵̟̤̚i̷̬͝ͅv̸̨̟͠ẽ̴̹̱ṛ̷̠̓s̴̩̿e̴͓̊̓ ̸̜͓͌̓i̷͇̕͘n̸͎͚͠ ̶̣͔̽͗ṱ̶̠͛͘h̴̝͉̿̚e̵̝̐͝ ̸̯̾ả̵̝͆͜n̷̙̪̚c̴̙͓͋̓i̵̧͙͑ẽ̶͓̈ǹ̴̼̭̇t̴͇͛̋ ̴̪̄ͅŝ̵̼̅ṭ̵͛a̴̤͝r̵̼̃́ ̷̨͌͆w̷̥͐h̸͈͗ò̶͇͖̓s̷̥̼͒ë̸̼́̉ ̵̼̀Ĝ̷̨̗̆B̶̡̠̋R̴̡̲͠ ̷̲͐̈́f̴͇̉i̸̫̳͌͋r̴̗̙̆̎s̵̥͔̏̂ț̵̑ ̸͉̋b̴͎̽ȅ̵̖̣̃c̷̺͊̆ȃ̶͔͍m̴̛̯̯e̵̦͛ ̶̱̜̈́̕v̷̌̏ͅī̶̙̙͂s̴̱̈́i̷̬͆͝b̶̰͙̈́̿ĺ̶̗̓͜ȇ̶̙̞̌ ̷̼̭̓ṯ̷̃ö̴̪́ ̸̞̽̃E̶̮̜̓͝a̶̐͜r̶̹͈̄t̸̼̔h̷̿ͅ ̵̬͎̕h̴͎̔͌ȏ̴̥͚̐ù̵̳̰ŕ̶̻̼s̵͖̈́͠ ̵̖̪̔b̸͚̦́e̸̻̱̽̅ḟ̸̥͔̃ő̶̪̹r̷̟̆e̴̠̰̓̀ ̸̰̥͌͛h̵̯̜̒i̶̦̻̾s̶̡͔̄ ̸͖̩͌p̶̠̹̍a̴̞̮͂s̴̨̼̈́͝s̵͋͊ͅi̵̮͋͂n̴̨̍̅g̶͙͝.̶̦͉͑͘
    ̶͍͘
    ̸̤̄H̶̫͂̈́i̴̖̊̅ś̸̹̂ ̸͔͈͗͠s̸̥̬̉͝e̵͚͋̈́ć̴̣ò̴̙͝n̷͓̝͗ď̷͚̞̕ ̷̹̏͐f̵͖̆ọ̴̬̍͋r̷̼̺̈́m̴̰̗̍͘,̸̰̇ͅ ̸̝̐́a̸̝̩̾̔n̸̝̟̆͠d̸̹̂̉ ̶̛̠t̸̙̕h̷̗̺͒̈́a̶͔̫͊̂ț̴͆̓ ̴̢̉ẉ̶̄̇h̸̹̳̿i̷̦̽c̸͔̰̽̋h̵͍̐ ̵̥͂͝h̶̛̬̅e̴͓̓͝ ̵̭̀ȉ̶͒͜s̸̢̙̑͝ ̸̡̖́̏c̶̰͗û̸͎̄r̴̬̀͋r̴̪̰͊̈́e̴̡̛̟͠n̷̋͜t̵̡̻̄ḷ̵̢̏y̵̘͛́ ̴̮͉̎s̷̤̆ú̵̺̰͊m̴̛̜̚ṃ̷͐õ̸̟͌ṉ̸̓é̷͍̱̑d̴͖́͜͠ ̵͈̰̚ḭ̸̕n̴̡̞̒,̷͕̆̽ ̴̙̓̎i̷̢̮̓̃s̵̲̉̈́ ̵̦̐͘h̶͔͎̊i̶͖͝s̶̫̈́ ̸̘̚F̶͖̍́ȍ̴̧̲ŗ̸͔̆̽ȇ̸̪i̷̖̇͒g̸̗͘ň̵̳̿e̵͍͂̓r̴̨̀̈
    ̴̠̠̃T̸̨̀ȟ̵͙̗ȩ̷͛ ̶̦̀͘ȯ̷͚n̷̘͗̔͜l̶͛ͅy̸̫̋ ̷͎̟͠ẇ̸̟͐a̶̝̠̕͝y̸̯̫̏͊ ̴̰̄̕ó̷̫f̴̢̍ ̶̻͌d̸̢̈́͘i̶̥̟͂̈́s̵͍̬͐̆c̷̭͠o̷͎͈̿̂v̸̻͛͘ę̷͔̒̚r̵̪̒̈́i̴̗̊n̴̝̠͛͑g̴̱͍̓͑ ̸̡̗̂t̵̨̝̿̈́h̷̲̞̐̓ȇ̸̤͈ ̴̥̈́l̷̛̤̈i̸̙͇̿m̴̛̝̹͝i̵̓͜t̸̳̽ṡ̶̙ ̴̲̖͆o̶͚̻͒͆f̴̖̰͋̊ ̸̼̣͆͋t̸̞̙̊́ḩ̷̺́e̵̘͌ ̴͖̋́ṗ̷̦̍ǫ̵̪̇͒s̷̨̱̄͘s̷̺͂͘i̶̞̼͐b̷̮̀̽l̵̡̞̐͝e̵͈̓ ̴̘̃i̵̠̳͌̽s̶̯͋͒ ̴̨̙͘ṱ̴̪̄o̵̺͂́ ̵̰̳̒̊v̶͓̺̇̾é̶̜̹̑n̸̦̈́t̵͎̀u̸͇̣͝r̶̦͆e̸̤̘͘ ̷͈̅̐a̵͓͆̇ ̸̪̹̋̚l̵̦͖͒ḭ̷͓̔t̷͈͑̑ť̶͜l̵̞̠̃e̷̝̋ ̴̘̏͒w̷̺̃̿ȧ̸͇͉̕ȳ̵̜ ̵̯̈́́p̴̞̀a̶̘͒s̸̠͈͗͛ẗ̷̯͋ ̷̫́̓ṱ̸͂́ḥ̵̨̂e̸̤̓m̶̪͛̇ ̷̲̩̓͘i̴̢̘͆̅n̷̪͓͗ț̶̢͐o̶̯͒͑͜ ̶̢̺̈́t̸̹͉͂͋ḧ̷͍́e̷̛͇ ̵̮̒i̵̼̅m̷̻͌͗p̶̧̑̅o̵̫̍̓s̴͖͜͝ş̸͒̓ī̶̙͉́b̶͘͜l̸͇̅ë̷̖̝́͊.̸̥̋(̴̹̌C̶̮͌l̸͇̆á̴ͅr̷̪̾k̶̛̻͚͒e̵̳̍’̷͔͐s̵̛̙̃ ̵̽͆͜L̷̫̬̋ḁ̷̟̍ẁ̶̨̪)̴͔̓ͅ
    ̴̬̤̑̔S̵̛̖̋õ̵̧ͅm̸͉̦̏ẹ̷̹̃t̶̫̜͆h̷̢̛̲ī̷̺̕n̴̩̐ġ̶̢͝ ̴͚͐t̶̻͎̄h̸̥̪̔a̴̡̅t̵̰͕̃ ̷̼̲͐̽i̷̤̅͆s̵͇̙͝ ̷̭̎c̸̡̼̾̊ȕ̷̺̿r̸͚̋r̴͚̋̚è̴͙n̵̻̮̔t̵̮̄͜l̸̝̍̓y̶̬̍ ̷̰̪̉n̸̺̠̽͊ò̴̟̘ẗ̵͚́ ̴̳͒͊f̸̯̚͝ư̸͈̫̏l̸̡̔̿ḷ̶̬̀̏y̴̧͒̈́ ̸̳͌͠u̴͕͋͘n̵͕̾d̸͉̺̈́e̴͇͕͝ŕ̸͎͘s̶͙̋͛t̶̢́̌ǒ̴̺̠ö̸̡̼́̓d̸͎͙͊̓ ̴̻͈̚ä̸̖̱ṇ̴̫͒d̵̼̈́ ̵̞͕̓̈́c̶̺̓a̶̪̓̿ṋ̷̨̀ ̴̗͈̀b̸͇̃͝ë̵̘͚̈́ ̸̗̳̿̒i̴̘͐̄ņ̷͈̅ ̶̠͆̍ṯ̸̟̿̓h̸̼̺̆̚e̴̺̽͠ ̸̘̀f̷̲̐̒ū̸̺̫͒t̷̥̰̑̃u̸̹͋̅r̷͙̄̏e̷̼̊̌ͅ.̵͙͆(̸̧̉C̸̬̓͠l̴͔͈͆͝a̶̱̝͆̈́r̷̼͒̓k̷͕͒͘ẻ̴͇͗’̷̪̐͠s̶̥͓͌ ̸̖̫̇̇Ṫ̵̨̛̮y̸̱̅p̵͚̉e̶̪̹͘s̶̤̿ ̷̨͔͂̐o̷̠̿f̸͔̘͒̈́ ̸̰̮̅M̸̗̣̒́y̵̜̣͐s̶̭̦̚ţ̷͊ë̷̬́͘͜r̸̢̩͠y̸͚̔)̴̲̒͠
    ̴̗̙̾͗A̷̲͙̒ ̷͎̱͋̆T̶̖͑̄ï̸̘m̴̤̑e̵̟̰͊̌ ̴̤͖̉O̴̭̍̉d̴̥̂ŷ̸̜͇̉s̵̬̿̓ş̸̈́e̴͕̻͗y̵̩͑
    ̶̧̒͆
    ̵̢̤̂T̴̫̂a̸̺̯͑k̷̗̮̄̕i̵̜̾͘ṉ̵̭̅̏g̶̫̻̒͝ ̶̬̖̚h̵̙̚͝i̴̞͒s̸͈̅ ̵̭̏̾õ̷̧̠̂w̶͔̓n̸̤͐ ̶͍͌̓ͅå̶͈͌d̶͔̞̉v̸̭͙̋ĩ̶͇͝ć̸͚̕ȩ̵͚͆,̸̫̩̽ ̵̣̑͝C̸̲̥̒͋l̸͈̻̾â̴̤͝ṛ̸̤̕k̴̹̣͋̓e̸̳͒̀ͅ ̶̗̞͗ụ̶̧̍̚ṭ̴͐i̶̭͐͜l̶͉͈̉ị̷̟̌ś̴̼͝e̶͓͆̄ŝ̶̬̮̕ ̶͙̌t̸̰̓h̶̼͂͝e̶̓ͅ ̵̨͔͐̎p̶̥̫̆͆ȏ̸͕̥͆w̸̦͊ȅ̷̦r̶͔̽̋ ̵̼͛̅ŏ̸̝̟̈f̵͈̉ ̷̈́̽͜t̷̲͍̀͘h̴̲̋̉e̷̫͑̊ ̷̤̊w̵̻͂́o̶̖̊r̵̫̄̕k̶̺̇s̴̛͉͘ ̵̠̼̽͗o̴͔̗̍f̵͇̂ ̶̨̽s̴̝̕ĉ̴̻̚͜i̷̞͝ě̴͎ͅn̸͉͓͂̿c̶̥͌e̴̳̼͆̀ ̶͔̈́f̷̯̔̈́͜ȉ̴̫̙c̷̯̓̈́t̶͈͈͘i̶̢̿o̸̘̕n̷̘̜̒ ̷͎͗͌a̵̛̗̞̕n̶̦͒d̵͎̘͒͋ ̸̠͘t̸͈͍̓h̵̘͔̆ẽ̸̫̤͂ ̴̱̼̎͐C̸̞͂l̷̫̟͌a̸̹̯͝͠ŕ̸͇ķ̵͚̀̎e̸̢̯̒ ̷͈̉̃͜E̸̱̭̓͛v̴̟̀́e̷̬̍ṉ̵̽t̶͉͊ ̸͇̓t̴̻̱̐̂o̶̘̦͠ ̴̧̜̀͐s̵͖̅e̶̠̦̅p̷͙͋ā̵͔r̷̟̽̚a̷̢̺̍t̷̺̪̽e̴̝̠̾ ̸͉̥̏h̷̡̦͐̑i̶͎͗͠m̷͈͝s̶̨͌ȅ̶̥l̶̠͚̾f̷̡͚͂ ̸̧͋̈f̸͍͑͝r̵͙̩̾ő̸̰̊m̴̢̟̊̄ ̴̗͊̒t̵̪̂h̶̲̗̎̑ę̸̇̈́ ̷͉͍̇̌h̷͔͈̊ṷ̴̒̀m̵̨͋ͅa̴͈͂n̸̻̂̉ ̶͙͇̿d̴̨͑͒o̵̲̗̽m̶̞̂ḁ̶͚̿ḭ̵̋ň̷̮̱ ̵̯͇̿ō̴͇̊͜f̴̟̘̾͘ ̸̖͔͛ṱ̵͊͜h̸̪͝e̵̛̜͘ ̵̩͌ṕ̵͍r̵̰͛͊è̵̢̗̀ş̵̺͆ẽ̷̡̖̈́ǹ̵̨͍t̴͓̾͗,̷͍͐̃ ̴̻̮́͝ã̶̟̄n̶̗̜̕d̸̫͂ ̵̮̬͑͘i̷̯͒͊n̶͈͔͑t̵͕̬̐ó̵̤̳ ̸̛̞̲́t̴͉̒͘h̴͐̚͜e̶̞̳̽ ̷̢̙̀i̵͚͂̒m̶̧̫̆p̸̖͒͛õ̸̩͇̿s̷̯̋ṣ̸̛̘i̴̠̱͛b̸̨̞́l̵̮̎̉e̷̠̜͒ ̸̺̬̇̈ǐ̶̮̀ṇ̷̐f̵̬͕̑ḯ̴̮n̸̘̚i̸̠̇t̵̯̱̾͝y̶̜̱̍͆ ̵̮̔̓ỏ̴͕f̴̢̛͆ ̶̤̉ţ̴̿̎h̶͇̪͐e̵̗̜̊ ̸̻͒͝f̵̛̦̜u̸̲̳͘t̶̛̫͕u̴͚̹̚ř̸̙̐e̵͖͓͊͝.̶͙͊ ̷̜̒͐T̵̫̣̐ḧ̴͔͉͠r̵̲̋o̸̥̥͐͠ü̴̹͕͌g̵͈̈́h̵͙̘́̋ ̶̧̲̊ṫ̴̟h̸̛͓ͅi̶̼͐̉s̷̯͑,̵̬͚̏ ̷̬̉à̷͎̘l̴̦̫͗̾l̷̩̃ͅ ̴̨͕͗̀t̷̞̏ę̴̭͐̀ç̷͛ḫ̵̓̾n̷̠̔͌ȯ̴̠̳l̶̘̂̈́ỏ̵̪͘͜g̸̀ͅy̴̖̓͘ ̸̗̏͠a̴̜͂ņ̸̄̃ḓ̴̨̛͊ ̴̟͋f̵̡͎̆e̸͍̕a̸̯͗t̸͈̒̾ͅś̸͈͔́ ̴̭̼̍̀o̸̜͗͜f̸̐̚ͅ ̴͖̀̒ę̵͕͑͘n̶̙̜̐g̴̻̏ī̴̡n̸̡͒̑e̷̫͚̊̃ȩ̸̗̂͛r̶̫̈́i̸̗̖̊͌n̸̖̜̓͌g̵̟͂͝ ̴͎̾͑ẗ̷̻̙h̷̤̚a̸̠̽̚t̷̞̉ͅ ̴͖́w̷̲͔̋̕i̶̠̝̅̚l̴͓̤̕l̶͇̟̕͝ ̵̠͋e̵̪̲̎̉v̶͍͇͋é̸̗̰̾r̸̤͂̈́ͅ ̴̹͑̆c̵̨̺̏ò̶̘m̵̫̌e̴̤̋ ̸͈̎ì̴̮̮̀ṉ̶̂͝t̸͔̭̄ơ̷̳̆ ̷̣̂h̷̙͓͐̏i̴̺̭̇s̴̗̒̈ ̵̺̩̑g̶̙̋̉ȑ̷̢͘ả̷͙̳̈́s̸͍̑̽ṗ̶͇.̵͎͊̒ ̷̜̓͗H̴͔̪̏̀ó̷͒ͅw̸̙̯̄e̸̼̒̈́v̴͔̤̉ẽ̵͊ͅȑ̷̖̮͌,̸̪̯̌͝ ̷̤̓̍ŕ̸̘̽e̷̬͋s̸̫̃̚ḭ̵̛̈d̸̲̈́i̷̟̦̕n̷͚̗̓̿ĝ̶͕̜ ̶̡̿ͅw̸͓͘͘i̸̳̗̓͌t̴͚̺͂͝ḣ̵̥̯́i̵̡̿̔n̶͈͝ ̵̬͕́͆t̸́́ͅh̸̺̐̂e̵̜̓̈́ ̵̨̡̐f̵̧̆ú̸̥̣t̷̖̤͐͒u̶͖͐r̴̙̎ë̸̮́ ̴͕̀h̴̪̿͠a̸͔̝̍s̸̮͙͋ ̷͈̍c̶̪͌ḩ̷̔̑a̸͍͙̓̆n̷̝̠̉g̵̗͆ë̶̝̮́d̶͉̱̉͂ ̸̗̟̊̀ḩ̶̮̃ì̸̪͋m̶͇͓̀ ̵͙́f̷̠̅r̸̊͒͜o̸̮͛m̵̘͛ ̶̹̩́à̵͔̽͜ ̷̗͍̌b̷͎̭̽̓e̵̛̱i̴͍̍n̶̼̫̆g̸͎̾͝ ̵̮͛̕ö̷͖͈́f̴̛͚̘́ ̵̛̭͝t̶͍͙̀̈́h̸̛̥͊e̷̻͛͒ ̴̹̤́̓ỹ̷̪̻͒-̸͔͙̍͊ą̷͌x̴͇̬̌͂i̸̟̝̅s̶̲̎̄ ̷͓̠͠ť̵̝̈́o̸̖̓ ̷̢̤͊̚o̷̙͊n̸̜͉̑é̶̻͖̿ ̸͖̖͗͠ö̸̦́f̶̟̏ ̶̡̮̇̐t̸͖͙̓h̷̢̾ḛ̴̓̋ ̴̹͉̀͠x̴̮͙̍͋-̷̮̻̓̒ä̸̪̠̈x̸̢̛͔̾í̸̗̠̈́s̶̡̉.̸̛͚͊
    ̷͕̅́
    ̴̢̋͗Ḧ̸̝͈́í̸͓͐s̴͙̚ ̸̜̤͒f̸͈̘̈́i̴̛̞͝n̶͉̆ä̸͚́̓͜l̸͕̟̿ ̶̻̎f̸̺͘o̸̤̩̍r̶͉̎m̷̪͒,̷̧͍̈ ̷̰̊̉C̷̺̟̈a̵̙̜̅͒s̴̻̒͝t̶͖̥́̐e̴̥̪̓ṛ̷͆,̴̦͒̅ ̴͎̒̎ȋ̶̩͇͊s̷̡͘ ̴̖͈̃̈ũ̶̘̟̉n̶̗̈́̚s̵͊͜ͅū̶̡͠r̷̫͔͊p̴͓̽̈r̴̘͝i̵̛̬̙s̶͇̾ï̸̳̘̋n̵̥̹͋ģ̸͕͗l̶̟͎͋̇ÿ̷͍́ ̴̡̊͜c̵̡̎̄ō̸͔̘̓n̸̳̟̾ṋ̴̘̃e̷͖͑c̶͓̦̀t̸̮̑̈́é̷̯d̶̢̙̏͂ ̸̘̌ț̸̋o̵͎͘ͅ ̴͎̭̓̓w̷̩̏͑ẖ̵̛̬a̵̼̐t̶̼̀̌ ̸̭̐ṟ̸̢͊̈́e̶̡̙͒m̶͍̃ḁ̶͝i̸̧̜̒͠n̵͇͙͋̈s̷̳̈́͘:̶̱͎͗̋
    ̴̹̱̈́͑Ǡ̸̯͔n̴̙͒y̵͖̮̽ ̵̧̗͗s̸̙̜͠u̷͓̹͋́f̸̻̜̓̔f̶̠̑͝i̴͎̰͝ć̵̻̣i̴͕̽̿é̴̙̬ṋ̶̀͝t̴̜͚̒l̴̹͂̏y̸̫͋̂ ̴͉́a̴͕̖͒̀d̶͚͙͒v̷̰͐ȁ̷͎̻̄n̷̩̈́͝c̸͇̳̈́̒e̶̯̅̀d̸̙̓͝ ̵̢̫͋ť̸̼͈ê̸͚͠c̴͎̠̀̍ḧ̴͕n̵͖̟͠o̵̺̳̽l̴͉̂̒o̵̒ͅg̴͎̃y̸̤̓̕͜ ̷̛͇͚i̴̙͗̈́ͅs̸̬̿ ̶̝̆i̸̞̹͒n̸̦̂d̴͔͐i̶̳̎́s̷̅͜t̸̺̿ͅi̶̜̩͒n̷̝͋͜g̸͙̅u̴͉͋i̸̜͐̆s̸̼̓h̶͈͈̓å̷̝̹b̶̙́ļ̸̣̌e̴̋͜ ̷̬̂f̵͉̅ͅr̵̡̰͂̓o̵͚̦̍m̵͉̖̂ ̸̡̗̾̈́m̷͓͛a̴̱͊ͅg̶̡̍̈́i̴͕̅c̸̨͉̒̕.̴͇̣͛(̶̦̎C̸̡̲͐l̶̟̜̔̀ạ̴̤͛͗r̴̙͌̕k̸͍̚ͅȩ̴̀̇’̷͛ͅs̴͜͝ ̵̧̙͛L̶̝̹̇́ä̵̹̇w̶̘̕͘)̸̳̎̏
    ̸̧̡̈́̓S̷͙̜̽̽o̷͕̿̄m̸̢̝̊e̶͖͝t̵̼̭͊h̸͚̐́͜ï̸͓̊ṋ̸̈̈́ǵ̷͚̓ ̸͈̖̔̀o̴̦͒f̷̝̈̕ ̸̮̓w̴̺̔̃h̷̡͋i̷̬̾c̶̣͂͝h̶͓͓̄ ̶͎̬͑͛ẅ̸̟́̚ē̵̛̤̥ ̶̏ͅḣ̷̗̼a̵̙̙̒̈v̴̻̈́̎e̷̫͐ ̷̗́̿ṉ̶̊͒o̶̫͛ ̴̤̾ů̷̠͜n̸͒̾ͅḋ̵̨̩é̶͕͘r̶̗͒s̸͔͝t̴̻͝ä̶̙̹́ṇ̶̕d̸̛̺͕̏i̵̪͊ǹ̷̡̗̄g̸̲̀(̸̝̃͝ͅC̷̯̰̊͝l̵̤͚̉a̶̙̋̔r̷̯̈́̈k̷̰͠ĕ̶͚’̸̻͛s̶̯̍̑ ̷̜͝T̵̻̒͐ỳ̸̗̮͌p̶͓̲͑̊e̴̺͉͂s̷̈́͐͜ ̴͎͋̄o̶̩͓̓f̸̯̰͂̕ ̸̟͎̌M̶̞̿̿y̶̻͗̎s̶̠̀t̵̻̑ͅè̵̡̢͌ŕ̵̰̃y̴̱͐)̵̩̩̈́
    ̵̺̘̽͠R̶͍͑͘å̸̠̹ṃ̴̞͝a̸̞̓
    ̸̻̐̃
    ̸̬͆̿O̴̭̣͒̄ñ̶̨̟̆e̴̲̟͗̈́ ̵̲͒̈́m̸̫̬̽̂ã̷̧̱y̵̞͔̎ ̸̣͓͛ț̴̨̈́̋ḩ̶̈́i̵̳̲͛̑n̵̩̊͘k̵̞̍̀ ̷̨̻̇͋i̶͔̭͛̀t̷̙͕̑̿ ̷̰̬͐̐o̷̞͠d̸͕̥͑͝ḋ̷̡̚ ̵̣̬̓͝t̸͇̚h̸̙̻́a̶̰̓̏t̸̖̕ ̴̘̼͋t̸͇̯̒ẖ̴̙̅͐e̴̜͗̑͜s̶̱̬̆ẹ̷̥̌ ̷̢͓̋̚ṫ̶̡͇̌w̷̛̗̌ö̴͍̽,̷̝̥̂ ̸͉͊͝s̴̤̔é̷͈̑͜ḛ̵͊͋m̴̗̃i̶̡͚͠n̸̢̈̓g̶̜̪̏̌l̶̠͖̑y̶̢͍͆ ̵̠̤͋c̷̓̎ͅo̶͍̓̄n̷̟̏t̴̩͎́r̶͚̐̓a̵͚̾̀d̴̯̱̿́i̶̢͛̇c̵̦̤̽ẗ̸͖͗ö̸̬̪́r̴̦͑ỳ̵͚̮ ̴̼̓p̷̳̞͛͠a̶̧̔̂r̸̝̩͑́t̷̤͔̐̍s̷͕͆͊,̸͕̓̑ ̸͈̰̿͗m̴̦̃a̴̮͛k̸̥̽̓e̸͙͆ ̵̩͉̃̐ŭ̶͔̘̕p̷͉̄ ̵͙̞̌͆t̶̢͐h̶̭̾͑ě̵̞̹͠ ̵̝̓ḅ̴̓͝a̵͓̪͊s̵͈̃̆i̶̖͔̕s̷̻̓͜͝ ̶͙̋ơ̵̡͚̐f̵̞̫̏̊ ̵͚͕̆̾ä̵̖͖̎ ̶̩͕̅̎v̶̺̯͊͑e̷͍͓̎̒r̷̡͋y̶̲̾ ̷͚̺̀̔t̷̮̒̒ê̷̺̜c̴͔͋h̴̹̘́̅n̵͈̝͝ọ̷͑l̷̗͝o̶̮̝͐͝g̶͔̪̉i̶̭͗ĉ̴͙a̶̡͙̋l̵̜͗ ̷͍̉C̴̥̉͘á̵̧̎ş̷͠ṱ̶̪͑̓ê̴̯r̴̳̒͠.̴̥͂ ̶͚͉̽H̵͍̉̊ȏ̴̖̩͂w̷̭̑̍ẹ̸̢̅̌v̸̖͑e̷̢̛r̷̯͔̿,̵̗́̔ ̶̯̭̃i̴̛̠ț̷̰̀͘ ̴̨̖̅i̷̛̯̚s̷̤͝ ̷̤̱̐e̶̗͘x̸̫́̈́p̶̣̖͒l̸̬̖̃à̶̘̺i̸̹͎͌̊n̷͎̖̍ě̸̪͍d̸̼̊̊ ̷̺̍͒t̴͈͂h̴̼̍́ṟ̵̔ǫ̸̀ų̴̨̋g̷̝̃͒h̶̻͘ ̷̬̗͊̕a̸̞̕ń̴͈̬ ̴̯̉ó̵̰̕d̵̡͆d̷̲̃ ̸̢̈́͑f̵͙͂͗͜ơ̵͕͎͗r̸̼̈́̕m̸̜͌͘ ̴̞̻̊ớ̷̻f̸͉̊͠ ̶̙̠͛l̵̜̑ǒ̴̹̐g̵̜͌i̵͎̋͝c̸̝̖̉.̴̩̪̉ ̷̞̌͝T̸̩̊͋e̷̖̾͜c̴̫͂͑h̶̛̘n̸̺͍͒̓ō̷̻̲l̷̬̔̚͜ȯ̸͎̊g̶̣̕͝y̴̨̭͋ ̶̘̰̀͑i̴͔̒ṡ̵̠͈ ̴͔͓́̕ó̷͙̼n̸̫͗͐l̶̫͑̔y̵̺̕ ̶͔̮̈̍i̶̭͒n̵̻̎d̶̹̓į̷̖̃̎s̶̞͗t̴̲͑i̴͌͜n̵̲̅g̷̢̓u̵̞̾ī̶͈́s̷̮̱̓͠h̷̠̃̿ă̵͙͕b̵͎̩̔l̸̽ͅë̷̫̜́̾ ̶̲̹̐̚f̶̺̘̏̕r̷̹͌͝o̸̰͗̕ͅm̷̀ͅ ̷̭̉m̴̨̮̾ã̶̘͜g̴̲̺̏͌i̵̧̎͘c̷̨͒ͅ ̸͎̂̕ṣ̷̜̉̅o̴̡̹̚ ̶̦͐͝l̴̟̈o̸̗̕n̴̪̈́g̶̗̾̓ ̵͇̲̅͘a̷̢̋ș̷͎͘ ̸̣̆̌ḭ̶͖͒t̸̬̀ ̸͓̰̍̌ǐ̷̳̇s̵̘̔̓ ̸̠̆a̵͓͠d̷̤̩̈́v̸̩͆́a̷̍͜n̵̢͚͋c̶̨̍͌ě̵̦͋d̷͔͐̌ ̸̝̕ě̵̢͈̉n̸͔̾o̷̹͂u̵̮̺͗g̴̩͗h̷̺̣̅̈ ̵̳̌̆c̵̢̖̓͝o̶͙̱̓̎ḿ̶̬̹̋p̸̥̅a̵͈̒̓ř̴̫̈́ë̷̲́d̷̰̗̑̈ ̸͔̘͑͛t̸̡̬̎͆o̷̠̅ ̶͓̋͌ŏ̶̙̼u̴̥̻͋͘ȓ̵̲ ̸̦͒̚͜c̵͍̍̍u̸͔͐r̸͙̀͠r̶͓͗̿ẹ̸̳̔ṋ̸̅͝ť̴͖̔ ̵̧̣͐̚s̷̗̄̓t̶̬̿̕a̶̺̐͆n̴̡̫̍d̷̘̄́i̵̜̣͂ń̷͕̚ģ̸̭͘͠.̴̛̦̀ ̴̭̬̓͘I̸̛͖̕f̵͚͖̈́̋ ̵̢̫̑į̵̤̈t̶̩̮͛̾ ̸̧̦̀̃d̶̪͒̑ŏ̴̞ę̸̓͝ś̴̘̕ ̵̨͌̾n̷̢̪̓o̸̺͆ẗ̶̻́̀ ̶̼̃͂s̸͚̃ͅë̸̗̼́̓ē̸̩̬̚m̸̙͕̓̐ ̷́ͅl̷̫͗ị̸͇̎̿ḳ̶̣͋̔e̴̮̺͑ ̴̙̚m̴͚̐a̸͈̅ğ̵̫̃ḭ̷̀͂c̴̛̰,̴͍͔͝ ̶̙͆͆i̸̪̾͘ṯ̶̛̑ ̵̘͖͂̔i̶̯̔s̴̫̬̑̕ ̴̢̇̂ṋ̶̡̐͊ő̶̰̽ ̴̦͓̈́̽l̸͇̼̋õ̵̢̠̿ṅ̷͙̕g̸̯̩̑͘e̸̹̲͊͐r̵̰̆ ̷̦͘͜s̶̺̀ů̶͉̃f̶̹̠̕͝f̵̥͌i̷̪̅͂č̷̩̎ȉ̴͎͜e̶̹͖̎̏n̶̜̋̊t̵̢̾ļ̵͐̂y̸̝͂ ̵̤͊å̸͎͕̕d̵͙̬͋v̷̨͚̈́a̸͎̱̐͊n̷̛̠͜c̷̝͗ͅȇ̶̡̫͘d̷͍́̆.̷̹̓ ̴̪̘̐̓T̶̨̼̈̓ḧ̸̥́e̵̬͊̋͜r̵͖̾̓e̷͓̖͊f̸͈̬̈́o̵̫͐ŕ̶̭é̸̱,̴͚̦̉ ̶͚͐͝s̶̹̅̏o̸͙̯̚m̵͚̕͝ͅe̴̬̜̒ť̵̩̄ẖ̷͍̎̈i̶͇̹͊n̵̩̳̽̄g̴͙̓͜ ̴̻̒ţ̴̞̉͂h̶̨͐́a̴͎̓̑t̵̢͖̀ ̷͕̉͠w̵̙̍i̷͑͜l̴̼̼̀̈́l̵͎̅́ ̷̝̮̿n̷̳͆̄e̷̩̿v̷̝̈́̒e̴͎̓ṛ̷̑ ̷̡̟̚b̶͍̳̈́̓ë̷̺͜ ̸͖̌̆f̸̬̬̂̋ȗ̴̪̓l̴̤͚̈́͝l̷͍̐̽ỵ̸͛͆ ̷̼̊̂u̴̡̿ṋ̸͗͜d̸̫̯̊̈ȩ̶̂̋ṛ̷͑s̷̉ͅt̵̜̽ơ̵̢͌o̵̫͊̔͜d̴͙̯̑,̸̡̐ ̸̞̊̉ì̵͉͠ś̸̬̉ ̴̢̢̏t̵̍̕ͅê̷̙̟c̸̠͇̿̓h̷̲̻̉n̶̮̤̒̏ǫ̷̗̍l̸̝̻͋o̷͎͛g̶͇̀́ÿ̵̼͂͜ ̷͚̀͌t̷͇̯͆͝h̷̨̟́ạ̷͉̚ẗ̵̳́ ̸͚̤̂͘w̸͉̫͠i̵̲̰͋̓l̵͖̥͝ḽ̵̈ ̷͇̿̿ǹ̸͚͂e̴̞̪̚͠v̴̖̲̋é̸̺̲r̷̬̈́ ̸̳͕͗n̴͛͜͠ͅö̴̩t̷̲̼̐̈́ ̶̘̉b̷̘͒̂e̴̯͆ ̸̩͗̃m̷̢̫̾a̶̙̾g̶̣̒i̴̘͝c̴̹̪̄.̴̢͒͠ ̷̺̎I̶͍̔̚t̵̨̰̄́ ̵̟̼̅͆i̶̘̓̈́s̴̋͜ ̵̦̂t̶̻̂̈́h̶̳̉̀ȑ̵͈̪o̶̥̐̂u̴͌ͅg̸͉̈́h̸͇͂ ̴̭͕̉̿t̴̳́̅ͅh̸͇̐͂i̴͔̫̋̊s̷̝̳̉ ̴̢̪͗͝o̷̢̻̍̈d̷̤̾̑ḑ̴͐ ̷̟̀̾c̶͔̜̔ŏ̶ͅü̴̲r̴͉̗̾̚s̶̗͚̽e̶̪͔̓͆ ̸̧̥̌͑o̴̧͑f̴͉̊͜ ̸̈́̅͜ͅl̸̬̘̑͑o̵̠͔̐g̴̳͔̾ị̶̉̅c̶̙̗̏̚ ̶͚̈́̇a̸̛̝̺͋n̷̮͐d̸͕̗́̌ ̸̩̬̉͌t̷̖͐̇h̴͖̯͒̈è̵̠ ̴͚͓̆ė̴͎̭͠m̸̖̈́̎p̸̩͊͠o̸̼̎́w̶̥̫̓̄e̸͚̒r̴̛̽ͅm̵̺̄e̷̫̯͊͌n̷̖̗̆t̶͙̭͋ ̸͇̺̈́o̴̡͕͌f̴̢͈̍̌ ̷̞̽̍s̸̞͙͛̅c̴͖̝͂i̷̝̾e̴̡̜̅ṅ̶͈ç̴͌e̸͕̓͐ ̸̡̻͑f̴̙͇͋ȉ̸̭̲c̸̳̙̈́t̵̺͙̃ĭ̵͙̥̄o̶̹͉̔̒ñ̴̡ ̶̲̟̓a̴͓͘u̴͉̮͘ṫ̷̡̓h̵̩͙̔̃ǫ̶̮͋͗r̵̼̭̀͑s̷̼͛͘ ̴͔̰͘ṯ̴͛͗ẖ̶͍̍͗á̷͔́ṱ̴̾̋ ̵͇͔͋̒A̴̛̬͎̍r̸͈̅͗t̵̬̮̀̉h̶̬̺̅ǘ̸̽͜r̵̹̓͊ ̴̪̿f̵͇̠̿i̴̦͒ǹ̷̡͈̈́d̸̺̉̒s̷͇͇̽ ̸̟̇ȟ̴̘i̵̹͈̓̉s̵̥̓ ̶̰͓̈i̵͚̔͆m̷͕̌m̶̡̺̊ẹ̴̒͆n̵͈̐̀s̵̝̆̇e̶̞̾̇ ̵͈̞͑͊p̶̘̒o̵̧͌w̸̧̙͆̂ë̸̻́͘r̸̼̹̆ ̷̣̅i̷͚͆̊ṇ̵͛̿ ̸̪̱̅͋t̷͔̬̉e̴̥̐̌c̴͈̎h̷̻̺́ ̴̲͉̒͋b̷̺̽̿e̵̘͍͘ÿ̷̺ȯ̵̝n̵͔̻͑̈́d̸̫͒̓ ̶̪̚å̶̤̄l̷͎̃l̸̰̦̽͘ ̶͓̺̋̈ċ̴̝̰ỏ̴̳m̴̗̍̊p̴̺̎r̴͎̹͋̔ḙ̸̙̓h̷͇̲́͝ȅ̵͚͍̏n̷̮̈́͐ș̵̯̑͒i̸̧͔͐̀ő̸̩̬̀n̵̮̣̉̇.̸͓̈́͜
    Arthur stamped down his irritation at the name, choosing to prioritise keeping a cool head right now. “Alright, Azazel, why are you here?”

    The thing in front of him smiled, as much as it seemingly could, “Why Arthur, I’m here to help you. I’m sure you’ve noticed you seemingly can’t leave this place. Mir, you call it?” questioned Azazel, receiving a cautious nod from the author as he took a casual glance around. “Afterall, Chaldea needs every advantage they can get to face what is to come.”

    The world began to distort, showing glimpses of a destroyed hellscape that covered the world, of armies butchering one another in glistening armour, of the shifting sun bleached sands that framed towering pyramids of smooth stone. Through it all, each shifting scene seemed to appear to try and cover a centerpiece of true beauty. A perfect garden, and a palace that defied all description that could be glimpsed within it.

    Arthur was taken aback by the sudden sights, both by their presence, and what they had shown. Thinking over the information he had been given upon summoning, alongside a quick glance to the present allowed Clarke to form a hypothesis for what he'd just seen. "You're talking about the lostbelts, correct? They're what is causing my difficulties with moving through the timestream, aren't they?"

    Azazel moved its body in an imitation of a shrug. "I wouldn’t call the situation as simple as just some lostbelts, but yes. That is the source of your problems. And I'm offering you a solution."









    I̵̢͇̱̓͐ń̵̰̗ ̶̡̠̓̇̄l̵̟̞͐i̴̤̯͘f̷̧͛͒́e̴̩̔,̸̺́͘̕ ̷̞̑ä̴̪̂n̷͎̦̍͜d̸̹͂ ̷̬͆̐i̶̙̯̓̈́̋n̵͓̗̝͐̄̎ ̷̟͛̒͛m̸̹̲͙͒̌õ̵̭s̷̢̜̟͑̑t̶͕͊͘ͅ ̶̦̼̩̌s̵̺̣̅̾u̸̗̜͠m̵̪̅̀͘m̶͕͓͙͒ò̴̳̟n̷̞͎͊̍i̵̗͐ṋ̸̹͋͊g̴͙̘̈́͆'̴̰̤̭̾s̷͇͙̓,̶͓̭̲̇͋̎ ̸̧̝̌͘C̷̝͉̀ļ̸̓á̷͍̟̤̕̚r̵̛̟͈̝̎k̴͈͕̽ė̷̛̠̗̬̀ ̸̭̣̌͝i̶̫͍̅̿s̴̥͓̒̅͠ ̵̣̞͋a̵̭̫͂̾ ̶̼͝m̷̗͌̔͒ȧ̷̺̖̈́͠n̵͉͂̀ ̵͙́w̸̨̪̩̆̋h̵̪͔̱͐͊̓ǒ̴̹͔̚͝ ̶̧̬͇̓͝c̵̜͇͊̃̊ả̶͔͠n̸͇͖̿̂̚ ̷͈̟͓̈́̌̅e̶̝͍̫̽́̏a̸̰͈͗ṡ̵͔͘͠ȋ̸̢͇̖l̴͖̓͊͘y̷̳͑̆́ ̴͇̞͂̃͘b̴̺͊ê̵̡͔̙͂̕ ̴̰̎ḏ̶̱̈́͊͜e̵͚̘͌́ș̴̝͂͒c̷̡̏́r̴͙̺̈́̂͘į̴̫̽̓b̶̩͛̆e̵̮̖͉̐̌̏d̴̩̗̯̂̒͘ ̵͈̭̭͘à̶̺̗͝s̵̫͈̈́͒̚͜ ̷̨̳͙̎p̷̪̼͝ṟ̵̎͊ơ̴̝̼̐̈́g̷̡̣̳̏r̵̡͖̫͝ë̸̡̫́̊̏s̶͚̗͍̎š̷̹̉i̵͚͐̚v̷̳̩̈́̅e̸̗̐͝.̸̛͓̈́ ̷̼̰͒̕H̸͉̥̹̀̔ó̴̼̆̚w̸͖̟̿̚ę̶͇͓͋̓̀v̵͉̌̈e̸͎͖̒̈́͝r̷͙̄̈̕,̴̳͖̟͐̌ ̷͖͖͋a̶̻̙̜͑̏s̸̡̼̕ͅ ̸̗̎ȃ̷̫͓͆ ̷͓̻͍̄̓F̵̹̖̋ọ̸̍r̵̡͒ḛ̷̫́̄i̷͉̝̅͑g̴̜̿̽͝n̵̲͈͝ë̵͈̖́r̵̨̛̖̮̀,̴̞̮̩̄̀ ̷̣̹̊͒̿h̵̢͖̻̐͐̃e̵͍̳̊̄͗ ̷͍͉̺̾í̶̩̯̗̑ș̵̲̊͜ ̷̡̯̹̀͌͋b̸̜͙̓̔̆e̸̯̻̓ͅṫ̵̳̑̈́t̷̛͓̊e̵͉͋̚͝r̵͖̞̦͆ ̸̢͔͎̀̚ḏ̸̏ȩ̷͚̿s̷̖̬̤͛c̸̡̛͔̚͝r̸͎̩̣͌̋ì̵̧̭̠b̴̜̏̐́͜é̸͙͈̠d̸͓̭̭̽͒ ̷̳̐͗a̸͓͜͝ṣ̶̬̂̏ ̷̖͇̀̃̂p̷̱̓́̂͜ṛ̶͛͠o̶̲̖͛͆̔g̷̢͉̍́͋r̵̼͒̌è̸͇̌s̶̥͑̓͗s̴͓̩̾͂͛ ̷̣͎̀̇͝i̵̟͓͓͗ñ̸̹͆c̸͕̈́ȁ̷̠͘͝r̷̘̀͐̐ṇ̶̛̻̂a̵̼̓t̸͙͚̩̔e̸̟̱̣̅̓.̴̰̠̪̑̂ ̵̧̩̃Ä̶͉̈́͌s̵̺̑ ̶̪̣̀a̶͚̺̾͑͐ ̸̛̼̺̩m̸̥̜͌̐a̸͖͜͝n̵̘̎ͅ ̷̡͎̣̈́w̴͖̹̫͋̾̚h̴̭̰͎̽ȍ̶̝͎̱̓̐ ̶̱̬̱̇̑̅í̶͉̆̓s̸̮̊ ̶͓̄b̴͙̑͜ú̶̱̈́͂ř̵̼̭d̶̯̋̕ë̶͜n̶͚͎̅̆͠e̸͚͔͋d̷̞̤̥̂ ̸̥̈́͐b̶̧͂̈̋͜y̵̲̭͒ ̵̹͈̒̽ẗ̵̠͎̆͊h̸̻̳̽̽e̵͈̤̒̕ ̵̯͛̾ĉ̷͍͖̼̏́o̶̟͝ṅ̷̟s̷̡̬̀t̴̡͚̃͒ä̸̘̝̼́̋n̷͈̑t̴͍́ ̵̫̌k̴̙͆n̷̼̑̐o̶̩͍̓̐̂ẁ̸͓̯̍̋l̵̥̺̀e̵̩̖͆̎͜d̸͍͕̉͛g̷̱͉̈́̿͒͜e̴̺͚̰͒͑̍ ̵̧̳̖̍̏o̷̜͓̽̑̒ͅf̴̩̳̎ ̷͔̊t̷͙̋̽h̴͔̽ë̶̜́͋̓ ̸͚͚͚̾͋́f̶̪̬́̎u̶̦̅t̵̺͝u̷̦͛̊̊r̷̯̆̋͂e̷̫̊ ̴̡̛̄̐r̶̻͈̹͋̓e̶͚̋͒a̸̡̛͎͇͆l̵̖̙͊̓͠í̷͍́̈t̴̫̂̅y̷̮̽ ̸̲̲̂͋͝ö̶̬̘̼̅f̶̚͜ ̷̣̱̓̓t̴͙̰̪̎̊̉h̴̝̃è̶͖͖̬ ̸̦̓ȟ̴̜̱u̸̡͓̲̅̈́m̴̠̉͝a̴̦͒̒͊n̷̩͂ͅ ̸̧̲̻̀͊͝r̵̛͉͚͒a̵̞̬̞̋̍̏c̶̥̀e̶̞͙͖̿͠,̴̦̇͊̈́ͅ ̴͖͓͋̽ͅh̷̢͚̽ë̷͙̼͝ ̴͉̹̻̈́̾͘w̷̳̯̒̎i̵͖͑̍̃s̴̮̭͑͐h̴̡̫̀̿̚͜ḛ̵͙̦͑s̴̹̺͐̈́͝ ̵̥͋̀̀t̶͖͍̃̋̕ͅo̵̜͉̦̓ ̴̮̽t̸̯̠̥͗̊͘a̶͈̖̒̒̈́k̴̙̔̔̚ẽ̵͍̠͙̀̑ ̶̨̛͊́ą̷̝̆̃̊n̵͓͑y̴͍̎̅͂ ̶̺̑̈́͝m̶̨̡̼̍o̸͚̠͂͛́m̸̢͈͖͒̓͝e̸̢͗̌̔n̸̩̎̆͠t̴̘̩̊̏ ̵̢̛͌͝h̷͎͛ȇ̴͉̔͂ ̶̧̼͂̾̆c̶͑͜a̸͔̪̓n̸̯̎́ ̵̻̭͆́̌t̴̹͉̿́̿ö̶̢̯̞̐ ̶̧̘̀b̶̛̻̆͆r̵̫̮̓͐î̴͖̤n̵͙͋͛g̶̦̑ ̵̭̄͊t̸̫̠̐̒͜h̵̲̻̐̏̽ẽ̵̡͙͇m̷̗̝͈̽ ̸̠̠̬̐̾̊č̸̨̟̐l̸̢̻̀͝ŏ̴ͅs̸̼͉͇͆͛͆e̴̤̹͒͗r̷̡̲̋͝ ̵̖̫̀ṭ̶̂̈o̸͍̯̊̍͝ ̶̱̉t̵̝̓̍͐ḩ̶̠̥̀́á̷̞t̶̰̤́ ̵̭͙̹̒̂̅ŕ̵̟e̵̲̾ä̸̡͖́l̸͎͙̝͛̕i̶̬̯̣̿̕t̴͎̳͙͠y̸̨̦͆,̸͍̎ ̴̡̩͔͊j̵̻̩̼̃u̵̜͐ș̸͋ẗ̷̛̖̮́̅ ̴̱͌͊a̸͙͙̬̒̀ś̴̭͈̬ ̶͖̎̿ḩ̴̧͙́́̓ȅ̸̡̖͔ ̷̢̢͕̔̈́̏ẅ̷̜̹̲́̅ỏ̶̙͙̾r̶͚͑͆͘k̴͕͛̂ȇ̶̡̻̤̏͠d̷̡͍̚̚͜ ̸̢̣̬̉͒ỉ̷̯̼͍n̸̢͛̓͘ ̷̞͌̔͊l̴̼̏i̵̢̖̿̃͌f̷͈̋̀͐ë̷͍́̈́͘ ̴͈͇̆̐ť̵̩o̵̡̥̦͌ ̵̫̣̖̈o̴̠͒p̸̙͐ȩ̸͖̗́́n̵̪͖̺̈́̊͝ ̴̮̺͌ṱ̷̗̕h̴̳̜̓͌̃e̴͖̔̔i̸̘̇̎̿r̶̨̝̉̕ ̷̞̲͇́̄͌m̶͍̀̐i̸̩̱̗͛n̶͖̫͉̈́d̴̗̘̭͋̚s̷̛̻͌̃ ̶̦̇t̸̫͇̀͂͜o̴̰͋́̐ͅ ̶̫̾͊t̸̩̻̃͘h̵̖̭̑̆̔ḙ̸̹̼̒ ̶̣̚p̷̙͒̓͂o̵͉͔͋̕ŝ̵͙̬̎͛ͅs̷͍̩̠̉i̷̺̼̭͐̃b̶̲͈̖͘͠i̴͕͔͈͂l̶̦̖̉͐i̴̯̍̊͜t̷̻͎͂̇͠ì̸̫̹͋͜͝e̵̬͐̕s̸̖̋̈́̕.̴̻͈̝̄͑̕ ̴̮̹̈́W̵̡̧̓̕h̸̭̓ĕ̴̖̹͑t̷͍̑h̴͕͉͂̀̕ê̴͚r̷̢̭͐̐ ̴̪̞͚͘t̸͕̭̟͊̀h̸̡̫̒̂̒î̵̤͛̈́s̵̫̳̹̋̎͘ ̸͖̎̚i̶̠͉̬̒̃̈́s̴̫͇͐͝ ̸̯͇̫̕͝b̴͚̾̍̑y̵̝̯̅͋͝ ̵͓̇í̴̻͌͋m̴͇͇̀̾p̴̞͐r̷̢͖͉̒̏o̶̭͆̌v̵̫̻̩̔̎i̵̲͖̠͑͆n̵͕̽̏̕g̴̳͕̈́̕͜ ̷̥͑̂t̴̡̬̓̿̕h̶̝̯͝ė̶̳̖̙͠i̴̭͕͐r̴̫͋̂̓ ̸̭̳͕̽l̶̛͚͋̍i̷̱͔̤̎v̷͍̲̋e̶̞̦̩͗s̸̱͗͑ͅ
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    ̷͕͓̽̑H̷̤̘̼͌o̴̦̬͇͂̇w̴̮̣̗̃̈́̚e̵̮̗̐͋̚͜v̶͈͊̄̓͜e̷̢͕̒r̶̫̮̟̐͊,̵̛̠̯̝ ̸̢͇̼̾̕k̸̡̆̍́n̸͉͝ơ̵̭̖̌͝w̴͚̃ī̸̭̗̙n̶̖̤̈́̚͝g̶̙̺̾̎̽ ̴̧̣̒̑͐o̸̻̟̿͌͐f̶͛́ͅ ̵̹͂t̴͈͇̊͌̚ḧ̶͔ẽ̵̗͓̐͒ ̴̹̌̎ȇ̶͆̕ͅx̴͇̠͌̈̇ḯ̸̖̻s̴̡̖͙͛͗t̷̹̋̒͜e̶̘͗n̵̝̖̓̐c̶̪͖̓̀ȩ̷̔͊͗ ̷̖̅̿ó̴̟̆f̸̪͕̕ ̴̘̠͋͒t̴̹͓̜͝h̶̆ͅe̷̪͎̿̆̄ ̷̪̌̾̀s̵̩̏̀͝ȕ̷̳͉p̴̣͐̿̎ẹ̴̣̓̾r̴̟̯͐́n̶̡̯̣̚͝ą̷̹̊t̴̟̎̋u̸͓͕͊ŕ̶͕a̸̼̲̦̽̍͂l̸̺̫̂͑͘ͅ ̷̞̀̀̄h̶̡̡̯͛a̴̱̯͆s̵̭̈́͋ ̴̡͈̾r̵̩͝e̵͎̼̪̓t̴̫̣́͘û̷͕̇ŕ̸̞̳̆n̷̛̬̦̓e̴̩̠̊͒̈d̵̦̲̽ ̷͎̲̈́̏̃h̸̡̝̣͋̈i̴̛̼s̴̢͖̊ ̷̭́͐v̶̭̰̏ī̸͇̿̕ẹ̴́̍w̸̢̤̎ ̶̞͓̞̾ò̷̤͕̜̈́͝f̵̺̍ ̴̙͋i̸̧̖̤̒t̷̯͚͖͋̓͝ ̵̡͚̮̎̓̐f̴̢̙̓̿r̷̬͍̺͠ô̶̰̝͝ṃ̵̟̠̒ ̴͚̈́́͒h̶̢̛̩̍̐ͅa̶͕̺͒̾ȓ̸͖d̴͉́͆ ̴̲̇s̸̟̈́̆k̸͍͋͒͜e̶̳͛p̵̫̼͛t̸̡̫̿͜ì̴̡̙c̸̼̈̄̏ì̵̘͊͆͜s̸͙̤̾̆ͅṃ̷̠̍̿ ̷̹̕t̷͕́̚͝o̴̧͐̇̚ ̶̛̖̮̍͝m̷̲̠͔̃̕o̴̳̅͋̔ŗ̵̤͇̍̽e̷̜͈̣̍̏ ̴͙̲͎̌̚l̸̲̮͐i̴̠̙͝ͅk̴̹̎ẹ̷͚͐ ̴͍͚͕̍h̴̰̳̗͋͒̒î̷͎̈́s̴̘͎̹͒̎ ̴̗̅͆͝c̸̗̦͂̓̎h̷̭͔́̾͆ī̴͙͓̙͠ļ̵͉͑d̶̪͋̔̕l̸̩̯͖̄͛i̴̝̇͒̂k̶̳̲̲͌͌͝e̶̼̮̣̋ ̸̲̹͂̈w̵̟̠̩͒̀ǫ̸͒n̷͙͔̜̿̌͝d̴͓͔̫͌͑ḙ̶͌̈́͑ͅr̵̡̫̀͗̓.̷͈͋̎ ̶̋͜H̷̩̥̝̆̀ĕ̴̲͗̕ ̴̩͇͈̾f̶̞̻̯̒ī̸̼̳n̸̨̮̈́ď̸̢̗̓s̶̥̺̖̒ ̶̢͇̕͝a̵̲̚͝l̷̝̹̲̽̈́l̴͙̽̚ ̷͖͐t̶͇̭̲̏̀̎ḧ̵̺́̎͠i̵̮͌̈n̵̢̘͍̅̈́͘ğ̶͚́̓s̵̼̈́́̕ ̸̪̣̊̿t̷̹̭͑ẖ̸̼́̑a̵̡͖̟͆̿͒ẗ̴̼̰͘ ̶̛̪̻́͒a̴̱͔̓r̴̘͎͗̔͝e̷̩̙͝ ̵͕͈̐b̵̹͙͉͘ě̷̤͇͈͂y̴̥̖̾ò̸̢͕n̵̩͐d̴̲̊ ̸̯̜̼̅́t̶̨̛ȟ̵̨̡͎e̷̹̬͋̐̈́ ̶̬͒̏̌s̷͚̏c̷̝̫̩̒o̴̙͒͝p̶͇̽ē̸̟̲͔̉͛ ̵̤̏̈ő̵̰̥͖͗͌f̶͚̠͂̿͘ ̴̲̇͝ḩ̵̳͆̚͠ų̴̾͐͗m̷̼̤͗ả̷̠͐̇ṋ̶̢̈́i̸̼͉̎̿t̷̞̻̠̆y̵͕̳͝'̵̯͕̓ś̸̥̐ ̴̱͓̉́c̴̛̝̪̄ũ̴͔̞̇̕r̷̻̐͒r̴̲̘̉e̶̡͔̾͝n̵͔̆̉̈́t̴͔͕̍́̑ ̶̠͑͜c̵̨̛̙͘ą̷̺̀́͆p̴̡͓̙̃̒a̶͉͐b̶̯̪͙̅͛i̸̡̠̤͌ļ̶̡͚̿͊̕í̸͕͝͝t̸̩͈͇̃͑i̶̬̭͋̚é̶̳͔̀s̶̲̜͛͝͝ ̴̠̺̈a̸̤̻͝š̴̰̬̬ ̴̬̦̳̂̿g̴̛̀͆͜r̴͐̑̕ͅe̵͈̟̊͜ȃ̷̤̗t̶̞̚ ̷̦͐̈́s̸͈̙̩̽̿y̸̪̱̋̐̌m̸̟͖̳̿b̴̢͎̀̓ŏ̷̲̑l̴̼̀s̷̻͎̔ ̶͔͗̂̅ẗ̴͇̖̙́o̶̧̲̭̊̒͆ ̴̮̮͋ţ̴̯͍̍h̶̬̒ë̴̟̪̝́ ̷͍͈̻̀͝m̸̛͉̣̮̎ǫ̵̻̤̌̍͝d̴͔̗̤̃͗ȅ̵̜̫r̵̼̣̪̿͂̃n̶̮̏ ̸̠̹̮͊̈͝m̷̙͛̈a̷͍͊̈͝n̴̦͉͐̕ ̷̬͗͝ó̶͙͙͂f̸̞̱͙̽̓ ̷̦͑͗ẅ̶̡͍͓͆͠h̷̙̄a̵̫͉͐̂t̷͓͈͂̆ ̸̭̇̉͠ť̷͙̯͙̑h̷̨̘͝e̵͇̲̓͑y̵̘̯̓ ̴̖̘͜͠c̵̖̦̭͒͂a̴̢͓̹̿͛ṋ̵̣̆ ̴͓͍͌b̵͇̭̀e̷̖͌̊͆c̷̢̘͎̾̈͝o̶̡̹̪͊̅m̷̲̳̍̏ë̷̢̱̭́͋͑,̷̞̌͜ ̴̬̺̀̃a̸͉̫̗͗͠n̸̬̎̈̎d̴̛͈̚͘ ̵̧̖͉̏h̷̫͝a̶̧̝͉͆͋͊s̷̟͎͓̎ ̷̨̱̓̄̓å̴͌͜͠ ̵̲̯̽ḓ̵̢̜͊ḛ̶̗̓è̵̬͑̍p̸̬͎̬̂͠ ̶͎̈́͊͠f̶̮̝̘̔́̍a̷͔͂ṡ̸̮̓͛c̸̻̟̥̈́̓̏i̵͉̋̎͒n̴̯̣͐̓a̴͈̻̟͌̆̀t̷͙͓̽̕ͅi̵͉̱̙͊ọ̸̮͈̈́ǹ̶̡͚̲̊ ̵̼̤̮͛w̵̢̺̹͊͌̋i̴̢̱̬͝ţ̵̛̫̘͛h̷̺̝̻̾̉ ̴͕͋t̸͙̻̤̄͂̑ḣ̷̤o̶͓̣̚ͅs̴̩̺͓̕ȩ̸̰͒͐̕ ̵͉̮̫͒̋ẗ̵̤́͠h̷̲̯̕͜ȁ̵̻̪t̵̘̲̂͋ ̷̱̯͈̈w̷̢̫͈̿̇i̵̠̞̿͋e̷̻̜̿l̴̗̭̓̇d̷͇̤̈́͝ ̵̟͎̼̒̒͘p̶̬͉̏̄̓͜o̴̻̮͇̽͋͆w̴̌͜ẹ̴̈́͋r̶̪̱͆̇ ̶͔̦͝t̴͉̒h̷̹̬̺̏ạ̵̝̩́t̸͓̜͔̏̎ ̶̖̒́͑ḩ̸͑͆͝ĕ̶̬̤͕̓̍ ̷̹̓͒i̸̢̯͌s̵͓̖͑͊͗ ̶̹͝í̸̡͖͉̐n̴̪͐c̷̘̣̯͑͂a̸̩̋ṗ̴̪̞a̵̾͜͝ḅ̸̢̪̇̑̈́l̴̡̩̄̀ḙ̶͐̍͛ͅ ̷̳̠̊o̴̭͑̽f̴̞̗̌̀̊ ̵̢̛̰̝ù̸̪̬̍s̸̩̩͝ḭ̸̈́̏n̵̘̫̗̒͗̇g̷͉̫̍̈́ ̴̢͈̙͒͌͝i̵̧̥̍̔ͅn̴̠͍͐̊ ̸͍̬̞͘͠ț̶͂͒͝h̶̫͙͋̈į̷̛̪̰̑̇s̴̙̻̄̚ ̸͓͐̒̿f̸̟̐̊͒ơ̶̱̺͓r̷̛͈̪̭̆̚m̷̟͙͂.̶̯͍͗̋
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    ̴͉̄Ȃ̵̼̽b̴̦͎̯̔ọ̵͖̬͋̂͘v̸̩̤̎ȇ̶̘ ̶̰̬͘ą̸̩͉̋̈́͐l̷͇̥̟̈͘l̴̟͈̻͂͛̔ ̵̯̬̤͒̍e̸̙̊̄̃l̵̮̀̌ͅs̷̨̮̓ͅĕ̶̻̪͝,̶͇̊ ̸̭͖̋̿C̷̯͍͒̓ͅl̴̩̈́͒̒a̷̠͠r̶̄ͅǩ̵̰̟͆̓ͅe̵̠̻͉̽̋̕ ̶̫̻̌̊̈́i̴̞͑̅̽s̶̪̞̯̀ ̷͖̣̱͛́s̴̰̜̈́̎̑o̸͙̼̊̀̿m̶̘͔̅ẽ̸̹̪̬̾ò̴̡̩̞̈́n̷̜̥͝e̴̒̅͜͜ ̴̭͍͑̿͐ẘ̸̹͊͛h̶͕͙͗͗o̵̙̘̓ͅ ̵̛̜̙͊b̶̢̌e̵̛̠̱͜l̴̛͕͇̲̾̉i̸̦͍͊e̶̖̞̗͌v̶̗̻͗̊͒e̶̟̿͜͝͠s̵̖̜̊̓́ ̸̢̖̼͘ì̸͓̾̓n̸̯̈́͠ ̸̮̤͍̓t̸͖̎̚h̸̦̓͛͗e̸͎̞̫͐̊ ̷͍̖̩̃̂̚p̷̫̲̫̔o̸̭̭̒t̶̬̋̇̿ḙ̷̜̤́̈́ñ̴̗̓ț̷͌̍í̷̢̩͆ä̵̧̰̗́l̵͚̓̒̏ ̷̟̜̜̈̇õ̴̱̌f̵͕̥͝ ̶̙̺͝͝ḩ̶̡̌͝ì̷̜̻s̸̬̟̣͆͠ ̴͍̘̋ḟ̸̡͉e̸̩͖̝͋l̴̡͉̅l̴̢̲͚̃o̵͚͑͛w̸̨̎̒ ̵̙̔̇̆m̷̼̌ä̴̰͒͝n̷̲͒̎̚,̶̜̓̀ ̵̭̩̭͐a̴̤̩̔̀̂n̷͇̈́̿͐d̸̳͛̕ ̸͉̺͚̄͝w̸͖̤͍͐̉i̵͓͒ś̶̹̖̚h̴͓̼̲̍̔͠e̶̛̻̹̬͑s̸͈͍̘̋ ̸̛̖̼̲t̸̬̉ò̴̞̟͈ ̸͍̓̇̓ẗ̶̖͓͜ř̵̼ỵ̵̛͜͠ ̷͍̂ͅâ̵̞̒̈ñ̷̳͊d̴̟̗̦̏͝ ̷̡̌h̴̤͓͌̇͒͜ï̴͙̿g̶͓͖̝͋̑̃ĥ̷̢͕̹̈́l̷̨̛̰̻ỉ̴͎̭̩͆̔g̶̫̟̀h̵̳̏͌̈́͜ť̴͙̹̤̊̒ ̶̝͉̞̽̕t̸̪̔̐͐ḫ̵̃̃̚ͅé̶͇̞̑̈́ ̸̛̮͇͖͆c̷̰̦̖͆̚ą̸̼̩̆̉̄p̵͔̲̈́a̶̙̬͋c̵͋̇͜i̸͙͒͐̔ṱ̶̣͆͒y̵̦̚ ̴͍͍̋ͅm̷͈̓͊͂a̵̲̹̍ṇ̶̆ ̷̯̊͋ą̵̳̘͒̊̔n̴͕̍̂d̷̫̔̓ ̷͕̭̐̀͒î̴͎̆͝ṱ̶͉̭̐s̸̢͕̦̑ ̴̺̇̃͌t̸̞̋̚e̶̥̓c̶̯̥͓̿́h̴͕͗n̴̯̄o̴̡̖̓͗̂l̴̯̙̄ͅö̷̠͓͈ĝ̵̖y̸̠̿ ̵̥͈̚h̶̯̱͌́͝a̵̻̓͆s̸̗͔̓ ̷̗͓̞̿̔͝t̸͓̟̑͛ǒ̸̧̥͆͂ ̷͇̌c̸͙̎h̷̡͓̻͌̐̽ȃ̵͍n̸̤̤̲̾̄͛g̴̙̑e̴̮̜͊̊ ̴̡͉̎́̑t̴̬̪̫͛͋̅h̶͈̜́͑͠e̶̝̅̀͋ ̷̨̢̀̇͂w̸͕͈͈̃o̶̘̲͕̐̅r̴̯̘̈l̸̦̔͝d̸̼̺́̚ ̴̬̀f̶̨́͝o̴̠̔̏r̴̳͉̒͝ ̴̘͙͚͗t̷̼̏́h̴̟̄̇̊e̷͙͕͒̎ ̷͖͋̕b̷̬̅̎͝ĕ̴̯͑̂ṭ̶̬̐̊ͅt̷͙͂͌̒e̷͈̭̋̆͑ȑ̸̟͈͐,̵͚̹̰͌̀ ̵̩͑j̵̞̰͑̀u̵̼͓̿s̸̡̛̘̣t̴̢̀̚͠ ̵̲̈́̾̿l̵̠̠͛̑̐í̴͇͚͔k̴̥̅͛é̷̡̼̞͠ ̶̥̝̻̽ṱ̶̡͎̔̈́̂h̴͕̟̋e̶̢̾̃ͅ ̷̛̘̯b̵͌̚͜ͅè̵͍t̴̛͖̱̊̕t̶͕̀ë̵͒͊͜ŗ̵̰̬̀̋ ̴̱̠̙̂͐͒p̸̡͈̱̈́ơ̷̬͍̂͂͜s̷̙͛s̵͚̎i̴̱͓̰̊͗̍b̴̙̒ï̵̡͉̙͠l̶͎͙̆͋̃i̸̼̝̇̋t̷͖͓̕i̴͍͆̓̊e̶͙̖̽̒͝s̷̘̬̍ ̵͎͚͕̀ḩ̶͉̳̆͐ẹ̵̤̓́͝ ̸̺̦̅̈́̎h̴͉̫͎̚å̷̳̎̇s̸̩͉̆ ̷̩̠͒e̶̱̯̺̋̕x̶̱̭̄p̶̞͚̈́̿̓e̴̘̋̋͜r̷͉̗̅i̸̛̠̳ĕ̴̙͍̀n̴̨̄̈́͝c̵̜͎̽e̵̢̞̝͒̈́̓d̷͖̤̩̆.̶̱̓̄͛ ̷̫͒̍̉Ȃ̴̲͊̓n̸̟̥̯̕d̸̹́̚͘ ̵̘̤̔ť̸͎͛ḧ̷̞̩́̐i̵̘͔͗́͋ś̷͠ͅ ̸͚̓̍͝r̵͍̝̠̓̾é̴̝̦f̷̛̩͂̌l̵̼̱̃̒ę̸͝c̷̙̮̮͂ț̴̥͐s̶̫͈̖̑ ̸̣̿̿i̴̅͝ͅn̴̹̋ ̶̨͎̍͝h̷̥̥̺̆̕͠i̷̲͍̔s̴̛̱̍͘ ̵͎̦̫̐̈́t̶̝̂̊͠r̷̫̮̔͘ͅe̷̪͓͌a̶̪̯̠̓̓t̷̻̱̤̍̐ḿ̶̟̦͓̃̇e̶̙͋͌n̷̞͇̯̂t̷̪̏ ̵̫͙̗̈́́͌ǫ̶̙͝f̸̝͆̉̚ ̷̲͂̄̒ḧ̵̫̼́͑͠i̷̫͔̩͂̔͆š̷̲͚̍͝ ̶͙͂̚m̷̨͚̥̈́͐̎à̶͈̫͓̏̕s̵̳͉̻͊̅͠t̶̒̇ͅe̵͉͋̐r̶̢̥̙͛,̷̦̈́͜ ̸͓̥̠́ȁ̶̹͆ş̵̦̿̇̾ ̷̮̌ḧ̵̢̨́e̷̲͔͘͜ ̸̗̘̼́̋͗t̸͔͒̿͝ṟ̶̜͌i̴̞͍̇è̶̖̪͛̕s̴̟̰͒̀ͅ ̷͈͊̀͘t̵̟͝ò̶̪̓̊ ̷̗͙̱͋̈͠p̷̰̥̳͝͠ų̴̪͆̊s̷͈͓͛͗̚͜h̴̼̿́̎ ̶̛͚̥̲̅͝ẗ̵̨͚͔́ĥ̴̯͒͜͝e̶̻̼͌̚͜͝m̸͓̮̹̀ ̶̱̥̊ẗ̶̡́ö̵̲͉̥́͆ ̸̨͓̼̀b̸̩̃ȩ̴͎̀̈́ ̸̜̼̀̀b̴̨̖͖̽́͠e̵̺̔t̵̻̀ͅt̶̮̼͑̔͊e̷͍̭̾̈́r̸̢͎͌,̴̧̀͝ ̷̗̳̈́̄a̵̞̲̗̎͝n̶̗̝̓̈́d̷̜͍͌̎ ̷̳̪̜̈́́ą̵̥̼̾l̴͉̰̂w̴͍̥̑̔â̷͎ͅỵ̴̧̿͂͝s̶̖̄͊ ̷͖̙͔̅̈́͝s̷͓̊͋t̵͓͔̂r̶̩͈̞̿͗̎i̶͔̝͌v̸̧̮̫̆͑e̸̤̽̋ ̸̨͈̱̔͌͝ḟ̴̝ö̷̼͙͌̚r̴͙̟̆͊w̵̭̗̜̍a̶̙̻̐̕r̴͈͒d̴̘̺̃͒s̴̲͙̀̂̕.̴̼͙̰̉͑͘
    ̶̠̜̎̂̕
    ̷̯̽Ḿ̷̜͛̾y̵̿͌͜ ̸̨̌̓̓w̷͒̍ͅi̵͓̔ś̷̲͇̣̊͑ḣ̷̗͂?̴̧̎ ̶̼͖̒W̵̞̪̆h̷͔͇̑â̴̧̫̬̋̈t̶̢̡̙̃ ̵̥͈͛͠o̴̩̔t̵̻̗͕͑̕ḫ̵̒̿̏ę̸̲̮̄̾r̴͇̰̗̃̈́ ̵̬͇͍́̚t̶͍̔̿h̵̪͝i̸͉̅n̵̪̰͚̓͘g̶͙̘̀ ̶̻͘c̵̺͉̕ͅö̸̺́u̵̡̬̿l̷̗̦͕͑̔̐ḓ̸̈ ̸̗̑ͅt̸̫̤́̅͑h̶̛̝̔̓ê̵͖̼ ̸̫̉m̴͉͑a̸̖͒̅́n̵̫̙̕ ̵̯̹͆̇ẅ̷̨̝̯̈̚ĥ̶̬̈́͠ò̵̪̘́̕ ̸͙͇̜͂̍ṣ̴͍̑̂͗ͅt̴͈̼̀̾̚a̴̜̭̒n̵̨̦̕d̶͙̞͋̉ș̸̏̽ ̵̖̳͒ơ̸̺̗̎̎n̵̙͋ ̷̙̪̍o̶͕͆̑̕ñ̵̙̭è̶̡ ̷̧̱͌̔̔ș̵̖̕i̶̯̗̊̐̚d̴̢̝̮̈́́̔e̷̺͂̆̓ ̷̛̩̈̽o̶̼̙͝f̵̛͉̉ ̶̝͂͛̃t̶̛̳͌͠h̴͙͔̺̉̔̊e̵̡̟̙̍̐ ̴͈̱͎̏̋̑d̴͓̔o̴̢̽͐͝o̶̱̬̗̅r̵͎̬̆ ̸̙̓w̸̰͐͠a̴̳̮͆n̵̤͊t̴̲̺̩̓͗ ̸̘͉̐͆b̸̨̧͓̈́ų̴͉̎̌t̶̯̲̯́͘ ̵̤͍͇͠f̴̝͚̾o̶̯̝̙̓̈̅r̶͉͕̕ ̶̛͛͑ͅọ̵̢͓̑t̴͓̓͋h̷̯̔͊̀͜e̵̞͍͕͆͝r̷̬͐̈͋s̸̪̬̾̊̒ ̴̞̫͎̅́͠t̷̜̎̕ó̷͇͈͝ ̷̺͖̅̈́̿o̵̮͋p̶̛͓̱̈e̴̤͂͋̚n̷̜͑̑͠ ̶̰̃́ï̴̡̦t̴͕͊̿̄ ̶̀ͅà̶̢̠̝́̀n̷̒̋͜d̶̼̩̈́ ̴͈͖̑̚͜ţ̴̝͔̅̈́ȧ̶̙̈́̈́k̶̼̰̈̈̄ĕ̶̟ ̷̨̢̀t̴̼͖͕͑̏̍h̷̦͚̥͝e̷̲͊̀͠ ̵̡̱̙͛s̶̨͋t̶͉̿ẹ̴͓̔ṗ̷̖̙.̸̡̓̚ ̵͖̌̇I̶̗̽ ̵͊͑̊ͅd̸͉̞̍̈́̚ȍ̷̧͙̫͊n̴̬̅’̷̩̐̐t̷͖͗̓ ̴͔͖̾w̵̛͈̼̄̈ȧ̷̪͈͗n̷̯̉͊t̷̼͉̲̓ ̶̡̼̦̃̈́ţ̷͠ͅh̴̲̤͂͒e̶̩̝͒̉̕r̵͉̈̑̚ȇ̶̡̳̐͝ ̴͔͇̍ṭ̴̡̱́̊o̷͕͇͋͘ ̶͓͇̦̃̋b̵̯́̕ě̷̳ ̴̡̨̭́̑̕à̸̩̖͗͝ń̶̗̏ ̴̫͌͌i̵̢̗͆͋͠m̵̹̄̃̇p̶̝͉̃o̸̩̞͑̽͝s̵͈͈͆̅́ş̸̙̯̒̄̌ī̴̬̮͓́b̸̻̤͘l̴̞͌ẽ̴̝͜,̶͍̉ ̸̟̇ͅI̵̢̱̣͑ ̴̯̝̃́͂d̸̛͍̬̟͒̿ǒ̶̥͍̝͂n̷͙͚̋’̷̥̲͕͌ţ̴͇̥̌̂͝ ̸͍̿̽̽w̵͇̑͠ą̴̱̹̇͆͝ņ̴͈͆ͅt̴̲̞̙̏͝ ̶̛͇̹̦͑t̶̢̞̿̈͠o̶̲̥̕ ̸͆͜â̵̛̬̺l̵͈̞̫̓w̵̬̍̀a̵̠̓̀͠y̷̡̌̈́̚͜͜s̵̼͋͒̈́ ̶̨̗̋ͅb̸̖̟̑̈̓ḙ̶̝̒ ̷̯͎̆o̵̢̪̦͆̉̇n̷̫̓̈̿e̵̲̰̍͂ ̵͖͛̉̕s̸̝͔̑ͅṫ̵͕͌ȇ̶̖̬̰̋́ṕ̴͕̲ ̷̣̪̇̍͌f̶̦̓̔̈́r̵̥̪͑͐̐o̴̡͇͠ṃ̷͌̈ ̵̗̠̰̿̄͗t̵͈̎̐h̸̫͗̾e̵͚͎̖̋ḿ̴̡̝͎̋́.̵̛̟͇̲͂̚ ̶͚́̏͐ͅI̶̅͐̏͜ ̵̬͎̐ẅ̸̫͚́̿a̵̬̲̰̽̅͛n̷̤͔̭̄̽͗t̴̩̊ ̸͖͛t̶̺̜͋͑͂ͅh̸̤̞̾̋e̴̺̟̜̍̑̊m̴̨̧̥̓ ̶̬̠͎̓̾t̴̨̻͊o̸̜̓̂͠ ̵̖̇̋́ḅ̷̉ë̸͖͓́ ̴͈̩͎̒͗̋a̵̧̺̒̄̍ͅb̵̗̄l̵͈͗̚e̴̪̟̘͌̋̈́ ̷̨͇̰̇t̴̛̙ơ̴̗̌͝ ̴͕͕̳͋̚ṱ̸̿a̶͉̾ḵ̸͖̲̆̒͑è̷̲͚̥̾̚ ̶̼̐͑t̶͈̗̄h̶͙̥̅a̵̡̛̟̼͝t̵̖̏̋̎ ̷̨́͜͠l̷͙̟͉͐̎͠a̴̢͖͙͊͆s̸̺̬͂́͝t̸͖̝͑̕ ̸̗̹̓ͅs̸̢͎̩̿t̴̞̐ẹ̵̜̉̾p̶̠͗̓͝.̵͖̯̏̑͘ ̷̝͚̖̽A̵̤̾ͅn̵̼̐d̴̪͖́ ̸͈̬̳̑I̸̡̮̳͋͊ ̸̩̈͝è̵̖̜̊ͅs̸̛̙͚̅̐p̴͖̓ë̴͚̱͎́̓c̴̩̃͒͜ǐ̸̳͍a̷̡͎̻̕l̵̤̽͐l̷̛͙̼̓y̴̮̥̿ ̸̬̇̉̑d̶̢̦͓̃͠ó̷͓̕ń̴͕̬̦’̵̮̹͊̕t̵̰̓̀ ̴̠̽ẇ̸͉͑̏͜a̶͖̾͑̓ñ̴̼͑̚t̴̹̻̓̃ ̷̨̜̋t̸͇͉͆̚h̴̪̙̹̍̃̓ẻ̶̫͇̘m̴̖̪̠͆ ̶̪̮̺̊ṱ̷͈̋̈́̋o̶̧̎ͅ ̵̤̋̀́n̵̛̮e̷͔͐͑ͅe̷̮̮̫͂d̵̮͖͝ ̶̧̥͛͌ḿ̸̬e̴͇͌̕ ̷̗̳̓t̴̺͆ͅo̸̹̿͝ ̴̫̼̏d̴͇̦̓̒͛͜ơ̷̳̥̞̅̈́ ̶̧͝i̷͎̎t̶̜̠̪̚.̷̫̯̳̂͊ ̵̢̮͆̓Ì̸̻͍̉ ̶͕͙̎͘͠w̴̬̝̔́a̸͚̯͋̌ň̷̢͓̻ẗ̴͖́́ ̴̢͉̇̀t̸͕̋̒̎ȟ̸̹̗͑̊e̵̲̙̓͑ ̷̛͕ľ̵̜̅o̴̺̻̿͊͊c̷͚̖̲̀̆̔k̷͕̾̒e̵̯̍̏͆d̶̫͇͈̓͐͛ ̶̧̝̻̆̿d̸͖̈́̐̆o̵̲̦̦̅̈́ờ̵̯͍ͅr̵̫͆͋ ̴̼̘̉́͝ọ̴̔f̵̝̱͚̂ ̴̼͂̉̽ṃ̴͗̕a̷̘̋̆g̴̹͍̀ì̴͙̆ç̴͈͛ ̷̝̭̪̓̓̈́t̴̘͉͎̉o̶͕̻̦̒̃ ̴̱̤̱͠b̴͇͑͘e̵̛̲̞̗͊́ ̶̢̪̳̑̾́t̵̢̾h̴̢͛ŗ̴͔̻̐͝ö̸͖̹̮w̴͔̥̯̉͐̂ṉ̷̝̈̏̋ ̴̡̛̩̒ẅ̶̨͇̮́͑ĭ̸͍͌̚d̴̘͙̎e̴͓̭̠͒͘ ̶̢̹̥̈̀o̷̢̭͑̎͝p̴̙͂̾̓e̸͕͙͖͆͘n̵̫͍̓!̶̡͕̻̈́̐

    The offer intrigued Clarke, but he still wanted to be cautious with this unknown. "As good as the offer sounds, it wouldn't be that simple. What do you get out of it?" Clarke asked, figuring that asking the being straight out what there angle was would be easiest.

    His question was met with an immediate shift in the scenery. Clarke now stood in the centre of a city of glistening steel and glass, with buildings that pierced the heavens. "The current planned outcome of the one who is behind this event is not to my liking." Azazel said, his voice growing more and more aggressive with each word.

    Gesturing around him with his hand, the being continued. "This place, this outcome is the destiny of humanity! And that… that… that pigeon wishes to circumvent that?! To give hollow alternatives that lack any form of glory?! I won't allow it!" Shouted the mechanical being.

    "Now will you take the deal, or not!"









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    ̷͎́̒C̸̛̻̲̅̅͜l̶̯̤͈͊a̵̼͎̿r̴͓̭͗́͂k̴͉̩̇̈͜ę̸̥͈̒̈́͠ ̷͓͗͐i̵͔͑̉́͜n̷͎̓͠ ̷̟̃t̴̡̲̝̐̓ḫ̶͊ǐ̶̳s̷̡͛ ̸̧̲̾͐i̷̗͕̅̃͐n̸̳̳̖̈̾̓c̶͉̿ạ̷̱͛͝r̸͈͌̔͘n̷̫̲͈̋͆̏a̶̗̥͐̈́͝t̴̥̹̪̂̇̈i̸̧̲̒ö̸̗́̔̀n̴͈͕̆́ ̸̗̼̑͒̚i̶͂ͅs̷͎͑,̴̣̲̋͐̏ ̶̢́ͅț̸̟̋͜h̷̩̬̭̊͘͝r̵͔̽͗͠ō̵̲̓͋ū̶̱̋̃g̴̦̓̏͂ͅh̸̨̕ͅ ̴̺̬̈h̴͔̓i̵̲̣̅̆̎s̵̯͇̿̕ ̴͉͔̣͐̓̕ö̶͍́͝ẅ̵̥̅̍n̷̢͊ ̴̡̱̇̇̋m̷͓̲̑̒ả̶͇͓̥̈͝c̴̞͖̘̉͛̔h̶̰̤͗̄̓i̸̜̰͖̊̽n̶̡̗̟͑́a̶͓͆̓͘t̴̝͈̘̓̾̿i̶̹̽̅̓ȍ̴̟̹̆n̵̤̏́š̸̛̟̪̕,̵͖̩̿̃̿ ̸̱͂a̷͚̩̒n̸̨̊̚ ̶̡̛̖̭̓̂ē̶̹̤n̵̂͝ͅt̷̤̆͌i̴̢͌̄t̸̺͐̑̎y̷͜͠ ̸̹̍t̷̢̲̺͝h̴̰̞͔̾̃̌ȧ̵̝t̵̗͗̓̕ ̵̻͔͒̽n̷̢̍̾ó̵̟ͅ ̵̭̲̰̾͘̚l̵̘͕̈͋̎ó̷̧͕̞̋n̵̟̭͍̍̿g̷̙̦͚͗̊̐e̷̳̼̞̿r̸̯̬̂̍ ̵̡̥͐r̴͎͠e̸͈̬͈̽s̷̛͕̟͘i̴̧͆d̴͓͕̗̀̈́ẹ̵̊s̷̬̏̏ ̴̭̝̄͐w̸̻̫̿ï̵̦̇t̸̻̍̇h̴̬̉̽́i̴̱̠̦̊͋ṉ̷̬͐ ̴̘̤̲͆̓ṱ̴̛͈͒̽h̴͎͐ē̴̩͔̫ ̶͉̟̄͊͜H̸̭̙͋̊͊u̸͕̽̀m̵͓̋̚ǎ̶̼n̶̲̥̑͒̔ ̷̫̱̈́̅͝D̸̯͌̀ō̵̼͓̇m̸̨̙̩̃͝͝a̵̩͗̈́͝ȋ̶̦̗͘n̴̖̺̩͋̌͠.̸͕̍ ̷͇̀͜Ṳ̴̎n̷̹͈͋l̷̛̗̈́̈́ỉ̸̼͠ḳ̷͑̓ê̵͈̣̈́ ̷̹̓͘m̸̡͍͔̋a̷̻̥͛ņ̷̰͙̌͒y̴͓͚̐̓ͅ ̵̡͝͝f̸̘̩͒̈o̸͈̾ṛ̸̨̂̚ͅě̴̦͎̩i̵͑͜g̵̱͓̃͘͝ń̷͙͜ë̴̢̲̖͗r̴̢̗͗s̴̢͙̘͊̒̽,̷͙̣́ͅ ̵̦̜̊͝w̴̦̳͍̌̿͆h̵͖̪̱͌̋͘ỏ̴̫̠̞̒ ̵͕̦̋͆͌c̴͙̈́̓o̶̝̗̯͘m̷̩͕̍ͅe̷̟͍͎͒ ̶̨̼̑͐f̷̛̖̫r̸̗͉͕͐̋õ̴͕̿m̵̲̲̾̄͜ ̷̣̚s̸̺͐͜t̴̨̞͇͗̈́r̵̖͂͝ạ̸̉̒n̵̳̮͒̓̌g̶̖̜̒͝e̴̠̟͕̓̚͠ ̷̱̦̇d̸̛͈̹͑ö̴̬̖̘́̀m̴̺͇̞̈̐a̴̺̮̗͝ḯ̴̲̯͋n̴̢̘̓̾̂ŝ̵͔̭̿͘ ̷̡͍̾̈́̽l̵͎̝̔̈́͑i̶̫͍̲̅k̷̖̫͗̚e̴̮̝̗͋͛ ̸̣̰͐̈́̆t̴͔̏͐h̷͇̅ͅë̴͇̗́̓̓ ̷̹̩̄̌c̷̝͎̆̽̇ͅo̵͉͇̎n̷̮̄͆̕t̸͇̩͑r̷̘̥̎́ỏ̷̻̝͓ļ̶̮̉ ̶̢̀̀͊o̷̢̩̍̊f̸̡̖̣̏̀̆ ̷̣̘́̂O̵̭̊͠u̵͖̍t̵͔̥͒̕͜e̵̼͐̄̀r̷̤̆̾͘ ̸̰́̍G̸̘͗̀͠o̵̺͊ḑ̶̖̲̎s̴̙͕̬͋̓,̶̹͛ ̵̱̩͖̊̿t̸̠̙̎h̵̡̦̭͐̉a̵̹͒t̴̫͒̚ ̴̨̨̩̾̿̊ą̶̛̗̘͘r̴̥͚̅̏̊ē̵̗̺̯̆̐ ̶̫̺̀c̵̩̩̠̿̃́o̵̻̘͔͌̎͝m̷̥̔p̸͎̐͌l̵̞̻͝ê̵̺̜̐t̸͇̤̾̔ȅ̷͙̱̤l̷̰̭͇̀͘͘y̷͛̅̄ͅ ̷̰̇̿̽d̸̛͈̋̆i̶̦̻̾̋͜v̶͇͙̀͌͝ö̸̮́r̷̼̉̓̚c̷͓̠̮̽ȩ̶̙̰̀̈d̷̤̑̆̎ ̸̩͉͎͂f̴̩̼̥̉̈̔r̸͓̮̖̈́͝ö̴̡̝̼́͗̉m̷̛͈͐̈́ ̸̩̊̆ḣ̴̲̹̓̇u̷̝̤̝͂m̵͓̏́a̶̺̪͎͑n̵͓͚͓̋ȋ̶̝̒̍ț̵̲̇̆ỳ̸͎́̃,̸̥͖͙͠ ̵̭̽̆ǫ̷͔͈̐̍͒r̷̛̩̄̀ ̸̪̫̗́̂͐t̴͗͜ẖ̴̢̙͌́ọ̶̝̋͝͝ṡ̶̛̙̼ë̵̡̱̠́̋ ̶̩̕ẅ̶̨͜h̵̘̫̗͗o̸͙̹̐ ̸̞͊̋͆d̵̹͋r̴̢̠̜͌̽̓a̷͖̦̟̋͆͐ẅ̴̪̮́̂͒ͅ ̵͓͈͊f̶̠͌̊r̶̭̓̔͠o̸͖͛̑̾ṃ̷̢͊ ̶̯̈́̆t̷͚̹̃̃̊h̵̺̅e̸͕̐ ̸̱̞͑̃͝v̴̧̨̽̐̄a̵̹̪̳͘s̴̗̤̈́t̷̛̬̞͋̌͜ň̴̢͓͎̈́ȩ̴̛̻͛͒š̵̹̕͝ś̸̭̼͠ ̴͙̂͌͌ő̶̲͙̯̈́̒f̴̞̗͆̃ ̵̖͗Ş̶̙̐͛̽p̴̻͖̟̂à̵̞͓͗c̵͍̄̃͑e̵̱̬̎̍̃ ̴͇̈͝t̵͕̿h̶̬͌͛̚á̵͎̐̄ṱ̸̾̇͠ ̴͎͋͜͜ṛ̸̛͈̆͋ẻ̷̗̓̇ŝ̶̯ȋ̶̙̱̭d̶͍͂̔̈́ë̷͖͔̞́̈͌s̸̗͇̲͐̉̐ ̵̲̭̓͝͝ͅo̶̢̧͛u̵̜̰͍͐͝t̸̛͇͐ş̵̙̆̌i̶͙̩̍d̸͓͒̏̏e̴͕̞̎̆̈́ ̴͚͇̗̃ŏ̴͕͚f̴̢̫̲̃ ̸͈̜͑͝͝h̷̦̽̽̚u̵̯͗̋́m̴͔͈̞̔a̸̰̺̰͋ń̴̨̤̩̉î̴͈̙̀̽ţ̷̲̮̄͒͑ỳ̸̢͝'̶̡̻͌ś̶͚̝̕ͅ ̴̤̏̾̚g̴̢̜͉͒r̶̬̯̭͑̄ḁ̴̧̾͐s̷̥͝p̷̞͉̲̅̉̇,̴̣̺̇̑͠ ̴̜̽̎̌h̴̽͜e̴̯̬̔̀ ̵͕̱̈́͝e̶͕̔̀ẍ̶͔́̍ȉ̸̦͗͝s̸̻̳̲͗t̸̡͚͇͒ŝ̶̘̈́͛ ̵̮̼̹̂͑̌ẉ̴͚͙̚ì̵̻͚̦ṱ̶̽h̶̦̲͆̇͗ĭ̴̳ͅn̶̬͚͕̂ ̸̰͗t̴̩̂̔͠h̴͖̞̺͐̎ę̵̖͖̏ ̸̜͉̌v̸̙̟̟̀ä̴͙́̐s̴̙̞͕͊̑̚t̵̠͊́͜ň̶̺̈́e̴̜̮͛͝͠s̸̻̝͗̔̕ṣ̵̊̕ ̸̲͓̅o̸̼̠͖͝f̶̮̥͋ ̸̺̓t̶̫̔̄̾i̴͙̠̩͐͠m̸͎͍̋ḛ̴͐͂͝.̵̲̊ ̷̛͙͚̞̒̀S̷̢̺͋p̶̨͖̝̅̊̈e̵̱̳͐͒ç̸̰̣̕í̷̮̏f̸͔͍̼͛͋̏ḭ̵̙͊͆c̷̫̻̈́̽́ā̵̲̯̀l̴̨͠l̴̝͎̋͑͘͜ỳ̸͚̈́,̶̯͙́ ̵̢̈́͋ẗ̸̖͚́h̴̛̫͋̔ẹ̶͍͐̒̃ ̸̨̯͔͛̈̈f̵̭̜̭̏͂̂u̷͓͐t̴̛̪̣͆̈ù̸̥̠̩r̴͍̳̿͌͠e̷͚͖͌.̴͔͌͂͜
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    ̵̥̞̣͘̚Ţ̵͇̕h̵̨̝͖̋e̷̗̭͆ ̵̢͋͂̃f̴̢͕̓ų̸̱͎̐t̴̻̗́͗̑ȗ̵̠̜̞̀r̵͎͚̀ḙ̶̱̲̽̈́,̵̡͈̫̅̚̚ ̷͚̙̍́̀ͅi̶͖͓̔n̷͔͗͘ ̴̮̽̐t̴͉̗͗͝r̴̗̆̄ͅǘ̴̲͔͗t̵̬͙̘̉h̴̢̡̋͂,̴̜̥̎ ̶̜͑i̶̺͇̔̓̓s̷͚͉̗̎̌ ̸͔̈́ȧ̸͈ ̵̨̩͑̉̈v̷͖̘͛͝ą̶̭́̽̅ͅs̵̼̲̤͆ţ̶̭̭́̇̕ ̷̗̆͗̽e̷͙͐̉̈x̷̞̑͘ṗ̸̪a̷̧̖̣̎͌̈́ņ̵̄̎ș̸͙̃e̵̡̍͌͘ ̸̞̌̈͠ő̴̧̘͔̾̀f̵͓̂ ̶̣͒͐̈p̷̘̥̙͒͂̚ö̶̢̬̖́͘s̷̱̊̏̽s̷̘̄i̶͖͒̿͝b̶̤͕̲̕̚ḭ̷̫́͋͠l̵̬̜͋́̂ĩ̵̛̙t̷̮̆ỹ̵̞̹.̷̝̆͐̄ ̴̝̐͠I̸̙͆t̸̺̙̀̿ ̶̭̘̜̍͋̋i̶͚͖̓s̵̯̬̿̑ ̴͉̺̾ͅa̴̬͖͂̅̎ ̸̠̰͖̃͋͂p̸̢͗͌̅l̷̯͗à̶̯̒͝n̵͙̤̝̆e̸̗̣̅̑̉ ̸̩̦̜̄w̷̟̗͊́͛h̷͕͎̜͊̓e̴̯̎r̷̰̒e̴̡͈͑ ̴͖́͗̀t̸̟͈͑̽h̵̡̜̜̄̂͘e̷̎̚͜ ̴̰̫͆̾c̷̲̞̔e̵̯̞̯̎̽r̶̗̱͗̀t̶͇̣̜̓̈́ȁ̷̰̥i̸̟̣͗̄ͅn̴̡̥͌͌ ̶͓̏̃͝a̵̦͗n̷̲̝̏̉͜d̵̢̜̀ ̶̛̝̼̑i̷̭͚̲̓́m̶̟̝̤̎p̷̩̦̈o̵̱͝s̷̪̓s̶̠̫̖͒i̷͓̇́̐b̶̮̦̥͐̑̆l̴̘̋͌̃ḙ̷̍ ̶̭̪̮̾c̵͍̪̒͆o̶̠̘̐ḛ̶̠͙͐̽x̶͉̰̱̀̍ȋ̷͇̼̳̾͠s̴͓̰̎̐͜t̴͕̗́.̷̯̰̞̓̃͠ ̶̭̻̌Ț̵̈̇h̵̡̎͊ḙ̵̾̕͝ ̷̮̭̍͆̈́ͅh̶̳̋ų̴̧͉̆̋͊m̶̗̀̇͝ȁ̷̲n̷̪͝ ̴͔̪̃͘͜ȋ̶̧̈́͋͜ḏ̸̣̈́͐͠e̷͉̅à̷̀̾͜ ̷̫̻͍̌́̈́o̸̫̐f̸͉̀͊ ̶̰̘̕p̸̜̎̂͛r̵̹͋o̷̥̽ͅb̶̮̖̌̉̍a̵̧͈̪̕b̴̧̭͌i̸̭͍̮̎ľ̵͓̞̀̐i̵̘̎t̷̗̉̓͐y̶̩̺͎̆̏̕,̴̧͒͒͝ ̶͍̞̚à̴̬͕ṉ̶̒̃d̸̢͊̚ ̸͉̈́m̷̘̝͚͆o̷̘̒͒̚s̶͍̮̺̓t̸̳̒̈́ ̵̡̤̻̓l̴̥͂̚i̵̧̒̕k̶̰̫͑é̶̝̳͘l̷̪̰͊ẙ̸̜̘̟̑ ̸͖̗̈́̓o̶̫͗͌̉ụ̴̂͝t̶̜̾̏c̴̼̭̙͋͐̽ō̸͕͈̞͌m̶͎̜̻͊̿͝ẻ̸͈,̷̳̇ ̴̢̼̥͆͠m̸̟̉̀̆ä̷̖̾̚t̶̜͋t̸̳̺̗́͘e̵̘̗͗́͘ȑ̷͍͝ś̷̬̹͕̈͝ ̷̤̊̏̾ľ̴̟̙̗ỉ̷̤t̵̜̬̑̏t̸̛̟̝͆l̸̮̤̺̑͋͝e̸̲̖͆͂̃,̸͕͈̐̆̉ ̸̩̎̉a̷̭̰̖͐͑̂ś̸̰ ̴̰̰̮̀̔ẗ̴̡̳͉́̍̏h̸̯̯̺̽̎e̴͉͓͇̓͌ ̷̥̬͇̓̄̿ő̴̥̽͝n̷̤̠̄̕͝l̴̖͇͗y̵̳̐̚ ̵̤̥̆́͗l̷̡̏͒̕å̸̪͠ẃ̷̺͎̋̚͜ ̶͚͊̽̓ͅt̵̤̖̀̇͜h̶͎̓ḁ̴̘̬̀̚ţ̶̦̹͐͝ ̸̫͓́̍h̷̲̐ͅò̷̢̪̦͑̅l̴̘̈́͝ͅd̷͔͌͆ś̸͓ ̵̥̳̭́d̸͍̲̯͒̔o̵̝̯͂m̵̩͕̜͐́a̶̫̓ỉ̴̹n̷̝̉̃ ̷̪̮̈́̊͜ǒ̶͎v̸̝͉̜͐̾̓ē̵̯̘͑̍͜ṟ̷̺̪͆ ̵͎͗͛̈́ẗ̷͍h̷̹̼͂͛̎i̴̘̔̓s̵̮̽̑̒͜ ̴̡͚͍̽w̶̱̥͛o̴̩̮̮̽͂ṛ̶͎͇̅̒l̶͇̀̑d̶̤̐́ ̸̜̖̀i̶̹̋̎s̷͇̔͋̾ ̴̞̫͐́́t̷̬͐h̴͚͉͙̀͗a̷̪͈̬͝t̴̢̹́̉ ̷̮͎̜̈́o̸͔͉̊̔͝f̶̭̘̤̈́ ̵̧͕͑ͅ'̴̧̭̐̽̕ͅẇ̴̙h̸̡̖̾͒̉à̴͚̬̐t̷͍̦͎͌ ̷̫̫̪̐i̸̫̝̓̓f̴̹́?̵̗̽̈̚'̵̧̤̆ ̶̗̞̜̈́̋Ĩ̸̟̯͔f̵̳̎̅͋ ̸̨͒́̅í̴̢͙̠ṭ̶̗͌̓ͅ ̷̣̪̌̄́c̷̙͙̠̈́͊̿ȁ̴̡̺͆̕n̷̞͋̋͝ ̷̻͍̌̍b̴̽ͅè̷̺͠ͅ ̸̗͋̚c̶̢̐́o̶̹̼̬͋͗n̸̳̺̐c̵̡̛̱̈́̉ȩ̷̗͓͐̚͝p̵̰̉t̸̤̫̜̎͝u̵̟͇̩̔ä̶̺̹́͐̾ľ̸͎͈̂ǐ̴͚̆̚s̷̲͕͈͌e̵̝̱͓̎̏͊d̷̰̉̀͋ ̸̤̺̕a̵̜̫̙̐̓s̵͚̅̿̕ ̸̱̗̼̿͒'̵͉̽̍͜͝ŵ̵̧͎̜̕ḣ̸͖̣͒ȧ̷͓͠ṫ̷̢̳̥̔ ̶̟̯̟̂ï̸̞̽͝f̴̙͐͌̔͜?̴̦̟̬͐'̵͔̟̯͑́̑,̵̞̺̿̇̆ ̶̬͔̓̄t̸̻̪͜͠h̶̺̚ě̸̞̖̯̌̿n̸̫̱̘̓ ̶̟̩̟̊͗i̵̟̳̅͝t̵͇̂̓ ̶̠̂͒ͅe̴̲̅̚x̷̥̱́̐̕î̵̧͕̮̚s̸͓̲̊t̷͇̺͕̓͠s̵̥͛ ̸̻͑h̶̨̞̽ė̸͚͈̦̿̂r̸̪͚͊e̵̦̔͊̊.̵̺͐͘
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    ̸̥̘̳̈́͠Ť̸̳͇h̶̘̾e̷̳͆͌̕ ̴̙̋s̸̨͚̙̕̕͝k̶̮̺̅̔͜i̴̬̿̈́͊ļ̸̆͂̈́l̸̹̲̳͒̈̚ ̸̡̻̿ṯ̵̆̿ḥ̷̄͐̉ǡ̵͇̇t̵̳̳̑͑͜ ̸̢͖̊s̶̨̈̎̄h̴͍̝̘̊̂͒ó̵͖̔̂w̵̨̄͐̍s̴̻̼̿͋̓ ̶̡̺̈́̆̄o̵̧͑͘n̷̨̖̈͂̚e̶͕͌͐ͅ'̷͈̅͊ŝ̷̲͕̦ ̷̙̗̑ä̶̹͙̤́͝p̴̭͉̥̑t̵͕̐i̵̙̦̿͑̐ṱ̴̇̚ṵ̵͈͊̈́d̷̻͙̗͘e̵͇̬̝͊̅ ̴̧̳̃f̸̢̃̾̚ơ̸͙͖̈r̶̡͖͕̈́̾ ̶̦͛̚b̵͚̰̄è̸̡̺̿i̵͓͋͜ṉ̷̔̔̾g̴̡̨͓͊ ̵̳̝͒͆ȁ̶͖̙̯ ̴̨͍̺͛̍̐d̷̪͍̟̿ĩ̸̡͔͓̎v̸͕́̇͜i̷͚͛̋͝n̵̳̏̕e̵͕̼͊ ̴̤̀͘̚s̶͂͜ṕ̸̦̻̊i̷̦̭͎̅̐̚r̴̄͐̊ͅi̵̻̒̑͝t̵͉̞̹̅.̵͍̏̉ ̸̡̤̪̿̾Ä̸̜̥t̶͍̲̮̃̾ ̸̩̔́ǐ̵͓͚̖t̵͍̼͕̀̓̂s̶͙͓̔͠ ̸̨̙̥̌͋̄h̵̰͓̋̓i̵̯͖̊̈́͜g̵̰̞̭̈́h̶̯͛̀̌e̶̪̫̍͌́ŝ̷̱̥͒t̸̰̰̓́̆ ̸̭̗̹̓̈́̓r̸̗̓à̸̱̠̖̐̈n̵̝̰̘̓͗k̴̤̼̬͆̀s̷̢͒̂,̵͔͒̄̓ ̷̝͓̼̏̓͝i̴͚͈̝̎̀͠t̶̥͗ ̶̢͓̺̃s̷̨̩͓͐̕h̸̻̪͎̍͠o̷̲͆́͋ŵ̸̪͇͆̕s̶͇̽ ̷̞̩͊́̾t̷͉̱̮̿̀h̷̭̼̼͝ȃ̷̳͙̪̈́t̴̪̍ ̸͉͎̓͜ȏ̶̖͙̼n̶̨͎͛̿́e̸̫̔ ̸̤̉͘ͅh̵̯̯͑a̷̳͙̅s̷͚̈́̉͘ ̵͇͔̭̈́͛̒t̶̘͍̐h̶͙͊͗e̶͉̙̜̔ ̸̣̗̒̑c̴͂͂̀͜ḁ̷͇̕p̸̡̈́̀̓a̸͉͉̓̈c̵̩͖͖͌̈́̆i̷̡̜̇̏͛t̴̨̝̀̿̀ͅy̴͇̔͝ ̸̮̬̃̒t̶͈̰̠͆͠͝ȏ̴͚̮̻̽̎ ̵͚̮̟͋̾̆ş̵̎ì̶̧̺ť̸̮̣͋ ̸̟̣̲̿͠͝u̷̢̬͓͐p̷̧̬͛̊ó̸̦̜͙̀͝n̴̻͚̾ ̵̯̳̱́͂͛ẗ̸̡͖̻́͌͂h̴̼̞̐̆̍e̶̯͒̓ ̸̛͚̈͐T̷̞̀͘h̷̳̦͈̋r̷͍̓o̴̙͘n̶̠̯̂è̶̫̅́ͅ ̴̝̂͛o̸̞̺̅͗f̵͇̼̟̒̾ ̸̙̗̌͛̃G̵̥̦͔̎o̸̺̯͘d̷̪͋̈́͜ͅs̶͖̦̦̎͠.̷̡̫͌̏ ̸͓̭̱͋̌Ï̷͚͎̹̔̚t̴̢̩̺̊̂ ̵̭̪̹̈̀̏ȁ̸̙̿l̸̻̙̼̈́ļ̷̖̳͝ȍ̷̫̺̭̀͋ẇ̸̰̠͜s̸̠͚̍͌ ̶̘͚͒o̴͖̩̣̓n̷̢̫̯͑̅è̴͈̯ ̷̧̫̰́t̵̰͂ọ̶̦̈́̍̐͜ ̵̳̣̒͛̀b̸̡͛͋͌ỷ̴̡͔͚ṗ̸̨͓̩a̵̼̓̾ś̵͔̈́ş̸̨̾ ̸̟͛͐͐ç̴̦̱̈́̅ę̷͈͓̎́r̸̠̈́̿̀ṭ̶̑̑a̴̬͐̀͝ỉ̵̺̪̭n̸̤̞̱͑ ̴͍̒̐͊p̸̟̃̕r̶̗̦̀̐o̸͇̹͌t̷͖̦̉͗̇ë̷̱͔́͝ḉ̵͕̳̑͝t̴̯̀͗͝ǐ̸͓̱̋o̶̫̐̐͛n̶̰̪͂͘͝s̸͚̫̭͑ ̸̲͖̓̍a̵̧̧̐s̸̛͔̖ ̸̤̭́̄͌w̵͖̻̓͜͝͠ê̸̬l̶̠̗̃ͅḽ̸̌̅ͅ,̷̪͔̀ ̶̳̥̿e̷̞̙͔͂̐̇s̵̖̠̙͐p̴̜̼̈́̚e̴͓̰̅ć̶̺͙̭̍i̶̠͂͑̔ä̷͓̹́͆l̴̳͋̋̕ḻ̵́y̵͓̑̑͠ ̴̜̠̬̈̀t̶̢̪͉̑h̷̛̯̟͌ͅo̸̖̟͖̔̅̂s̷͔̠͆ę̸̦͎̔͝͝ ̸̥̳̌͘ǧ̸̡̮̕͝r̵̆̂ͅa̷̲͔̬̎͋͝n̴̙̼͊͋͝t̵͕̊ę̶̪̊d̶̤̖͂ ̵̝͇̀b̴̧̠̎ŷ̴̻̫̚ ̷͙́͌ͅõ̸̻̝n̵̢͛̾̃ȩ̷̧̎̍̍'̴̄̽ͅs̶̟̀̈ ̵̨̛͐͜f̶̺̖̳̆͗̑á̷̝̻̱͘̕i̵͉̤̓t̴̰͉͎̂̈́ḣ̸̳͗͘ ̶̝͠͠a̷͔̦̤̐͠n̸̢͕̈́͌̒ḋ̵̘͓̓̂͜ ̶̧̣̜̏̊͑r̶̛̩̝̞ȅ̷̞̜́l̸̩̗̜̍i̶̪͑̅g̵̮͌͛̀ͅi̶̱̳̽̉̒ͅo̸̡̼̓u̸͚̩̓̿s̵̨̢̓́ ̷̛̱̙b̷̧̠̒ȩ̸̧͓̀l̸̢͓͔͊i̶̡͕̱͆e̸̫̼͋f̴͉̤̠͗̋ś̶̜̔͛͜.̶̜͚͕̒͆͐
    ̷̺̖̼̈́͘̕
    ̶͉̠̈́A̴̢̗̐́ ̶̨̮̜͐͂̐n̴̛̫͐ő̷̦̻͘r̶͍͚͂͊m̸̹̩͌̆͜á̵̫̺̐ļ̶͔̔̔ ̸̛̱̉m̷̘̝̉̿͋ā̷͉̆n̴̙̦̥̈̓ ̸̝̗͝l̷̹̀̈́͝i̷̬̰͒̀͋k̷̩̜͂e̵̛̪̞͔̍̂ ̶̗̳͔̃̃̆A̵̬̯̖͒̑r̷̛̲͐͝t̷̳̪̳͑͊h̸̘͘u̶̪̻̅ͅr̶̩͋̀̂ ̶̻͐Ć̵͍̐.̶̛͎̲͕͊͒ ̶̻̱̺̆̈́͒C̵̢̢͕̎͘l̸̙̫̐ä̵͓͔́̕͜ŕ̷͖ͅk̶̡͔̣̅̇e̷̞̞̹͆̓̐ ̴̘̫̻̿͐͘s̵̥̺̭̃ẖ̸̭̀ò̷̻̅̕͜u̷̹̘̹͆̃ḽ̴̋d̸͓̞͗͠ ̶̢͈̍͊ṉ̴̑̍ę̸̛̀͊v̴̢̕͜e̶̗̰̋̽͝r̸̢̭̃͠ ̶̺̻̋͛̎ĥ̴̰̼à̵̜͝v̸̨̜̼͝e̵͖͗ ̷̖̍̅̚ȃ̷̘̲͈̌̕n̴̫̹͊͒̿ỳ̸͕̬̱̍ ̷͎͋̇͌ȉ̸̤̅͘o̵̳̩͈͋t̴̯̪̱̀͗a̴̢̼̅ ̶̹̀͒ó̶͓̖f̸̖̾͂̋ ̵͚̝̗̒ẗ̵͖̊h̷̳̅̂ī̵̧s̶̡̛̙̋ ̶͍͋́̔s̴̤̥͋́̚ǩ̷͇͈͐͝i̴͕̇̿͝l̷͈͙͆̋ḻ̶̈̑.̸̞͋̀ ̸̥̒̈̽H̵͙̥̮͑o̸̲̖̙̊̀͠ẇ̸̠͂͗e̷̯̦͒͆͂v̵̯͝ẽ̸̈́͜r̴̼̳̋,̵̙̿͒̚ ̶̱̓̒͐d̷̨͖̾u̷̲̘̼͗ḛ̴̐̑ ̸̝̖̌t̶͓͙͎̋͛̋ő̴̺͂̅ ̷͕̾̀̾ȃ̵́̊͜ ̴̢̫̀͋͝ů̷̹̭͒n̶̢̿͋i̵̺̅͆q̷͇̋u̷̟͝ê̷̻ ̴̹͇̑́̿c̶̛̹͓̈́o̸̜̳͑͗m̸̼͔̊̂b̵̡̲̯̄ȋ̴̜̹̾̐ń̴̨̗͓̉ȁ̸͙̎̃ẗ̷͎̝̜́̈́ì̴̗ǒ̶̫̠͔͌͝n̸͖̓̃ ̵͔̝̚o̷̲̓͌͘f̷͎̐̅ ̷͇͒̓ẖ̵̍i̵̥̜̓̓̾s̴̳̖̳͒ ̸̱̻̥̈́č̶̪̒̂ǒ̷̱̥͚̇̇n̷͍̭̓̓͠t̶̜̋̃̇ḁ̴͍͐̉c̸̩̮̚t̵̳̰̏̈ ̷͚͓͂͐̂ẅ̶̯͚̬́̍i̴̛͈̅̒t̷̨̼͒h̷͇̬͒̈́ ̸͓̫͋̅͝d̸̘͖͙͗̅̆ȋ̸̧̺̖̇̄v̴̬͓̣̀̅ỉ̵̛̹n̵͎̲͗͑̃ͅe̸̟͑̀ ̶͉͉̄̅͝ä̶̻̩̪r̵̢̳̿͆t̴̖̗̆͌̕ḛ̴͙̀̅f̸̨̣̣̏̈́à̸̜͕͗́c̷̥̑̀̈́ţ̶̛̜̲ş̶̢̈́,̵͍̎ ̶̩͚̬͒̽́ȟ̵̖̽̌i̸̡̭̖̓s̶̫̪̈̌ ̴͈͋͝s̷̛͕̙̥͊t̶͎̻͈̋̿ä̶͓̲́t̴̜̽ü̵̖̅s̸̲̗̔͋̕ ̵̰̍́͜a̸̛̫s̶̠̫͆̈ ̴̨͓͉̓a̷̺̎̿̚ ̷̱̌̓́r̶̛̭͚̭ë̷͉́͗̆s̶̖̦̈́í̷̪͉̭͠d̸͙̅̉̍e̷̻͓͋̈n̴͉̗̓̉͠t̷̨̖̜̀ ̸̢͎̔̈̚ȯ̴̮̮͎̑̄f̸̛̘̭̀ ̵̪̀͒̀t̶̄̀̇ͅh̸͈͛e̷̝̊ ̸̦͚̘́̕f̵̳̓͊̓u̵̖͉̰͋̕t̴͉̀̃u̶̠͆̽͂r̶̡͖̓é̷̗̫͆̔,̸͈͔̌̄ ̶̛̙͔̉ą̶̭̝͝n̵̨͎͆́͝d̷͉̍̈́ ̴̛̙͌̾h̶̩̩̑͜į̴̖̊͠͠s̸̫̰̎̊ ̵̫͒̕͝p̶̲̈́̋ạ̸̜̄̿͝n̴͎̈́͌́t̷̬̍̚h̴̨͉̑̄̈́e̶̪͂͌̈ś̷̪̌͂t̶̮̮̋͑͝ǐ̴̫̓c̵̝̃̂͛ ̷̪̓͝b̸̥̣͖͒̏̋ë̵̪̼́͜l̶̰̞̔̈͝ī̸͚̩͗ē̵̖̭͂f̴͕̟̄ͅs̸͇̙̆̍͂ ̷̼̗̭̉̚h̶̥́̾ͅȃ̶̝̻̓̈́ṽ̵̩̣̥̉e̴̟͒̈ ̷͔̅͌c̷̩̪̘̆̋̃o̷̧̢̾́̂m̶͍̉͊͝ẻ̷̹̜̪̉͋ ̵̧̳͊̄͊ͅt̷̥̔ö̶̙g̴̩̭̘̎͆ë̸͖͈̚ṯ̸͙͎͌̏̀ḧ̸̜̪̝́ė̸͖r̵̯͈̱̀́́ ̵̜̀͝t̴̡̯͑̋ơ̷̯̲̊̐ ̶͎̜̚g̵̦̹̩̎r̸̡̥͌ͅa̶̧̝͘͠n̵̟͕̈̏ẗ̴́͜ ̷͍͖̫͘h̶̖̀i̴̠͛̔̈́ḿ̸ͅ ̸̺͒̂͠t̵̥͍̃͌ḧ̸̟́̒͆i̷̛̺͜s̴̗̀ ̶̢̠̃̈́͠r̵̖̼̈́̈́͐ǎ̴̜n̴̨̩̪͒̂̆ḱ̸̜̯̰͠.̴̱̰̌ ̸͔̋R̷̛̞̱͎̀̏e̶̱̟̊͘a̶̬̞̳͝l̵̘̤̦̅ĺ̷̛̠̞y̵͎̬͝,̸̙̌͝ ̷͇͚̿̅͆i̷̪͇̓̿̅t̵͕̭́̈́ ̴͓̜̾͝s̶̛̼͙͇̓h̵̼̮̱̔̕o̴͚̊͑̂u̴͔͕͛̌́ͅl̷̞̽̅́d̶̡̙̲̑̚ ̴̝͍̫͋͋̚b̶͓͗͊͝ĕ̸̯̬ ̷̛̠̄a̴̦͆͘̕͜͜ ̶͖̋b̵̪̤͊ì̵̖͋̀ṱ̷̉̃͝ ̵͎͛ḧ̷̤͜i̵̻͛̉͘g̷͉͉̈́̓͠h̶̤̥̿͝ë̴̛͈r̶̳̪̈́,̵̧̪̺̂̐̀ ̸̛͇̽̃à̸̬̻͎š̴̨̐ ̵̟̞̰͌̈́t̵̩̼̓͘h̸̟͋ë̸͚̰́̾ ̸̗̗̊͑f̶̖͌͒i̵̡̯̭͒̀r̶̢͎̺̾s̷͎͛ṱ̴͈̍̚ ̸̟͓̈́͆t̸̞̆̂̀w̸̠͕̉ͅõ̷̘͈̓͌ ̵̝͈̅̓p̶͈̋ͅa̷͓͋ŕ̸͇̋͠ͅt̴̡̛̽͝ṡ̷͉̙̤ ̸̭̂́o̷͓͈̐̎f̷̝̊͠ ̵̻̦͋͆̅t̶̰̯̩̏h̴͇̭͈̾́ē̸̪̍ ̸͍̣̥̈͛̊p̶͕͒e̵̼̦̾́̈́r̵̨̜̚f̶̗͉̗̄ȅ̷̼c̸̬̫͗t̶̺̜̾̈͝ ̵͍͌͜s̵̥̒t̵̡̆̀ȏ̶̢ŕ̷̯̍͘m̸̰̭̂̋ ̶̹̓̽͠t̴̻̑ḧ̸̼͓̠́̇a̸̤̦̲̔t̵̯̀̐̋ ̸̱̬̅̀͝g̴͉̚r̸̨͈̍à̵̤͔͚n̸̨̲͈̒ṱ̴͑s̵̨̫̚ ̸̠͇͗͒̓͜ț̵̓́ḧ̸͉̂̀ȉ̶̤͔̄̓s̵̰͍̅̒͘ ̵͎̝̏͊s̵̘̈́k̶̺̀i̴̫̻̠͐l̷̛͓͐̕l̸̞͕͌͆͜ ̷̲̫̀̃̍w̷̡̽͜o̵͓̥͘͝ŭ̷̮͕̞̉̃l̴̢͛͝d̸̮͚̳̃ ̵̟̽͝c̴͍̜̞̈́̂ä̵͚̘́̅ư̶̧͇͈̈́̕s̸̤̼̏͒͝ȇ̵̱͖̒̕.̸͕̿̃ ̴̻̐͠ͅI̶̦̮̮̐̐͐t̶͔̤̦͆͘̚ ̶̤̗̪͒̿ỉ̶͖͖s̷̰͉̚͜ ̸̬̓̓̔á̵̙̋c̶̺̫̓t̸̘̏̚͝u̴̥͝a̵̭̤̅͗͋ḷ̴̒l̸͚̗̊y̸̟̐̈͠ ̸̧̙͎̂̄̕t̶̤̫̍̋̂͜ḣ̷̢̖͓̃̂o̵̜̾s̸̱̓̂̔ě̷̢̲̳̋ ̴͔̃̏͗s̵̝͈̺̈̀̔a̵̢̮̥͂̕͝m̴͉̯̊̐ẹ̷̅ ̶̮̩͓̅p̶̯̙͒̓͝a̵̧̖̲͋n̸̈́͛͜t̵̝͋̆h̵̹̓̎͠e̶̜̤̞̔̄̚ì̷̯̥͖̆̔s̶̱̠̬̏̔ṭ̸͑i̵̼̦̓͜č̸̭͗͝ ̵̳̰̤̈́̈́b̵̩̠̈́̓̂e̵̝̿l̷̦͛i̶̡̻̾̓̚è̶̟f̸̖̑s̴͔̗͉̀͋ ̷͍̕t̶͉̪̰́̿h̶̦͋͋a̷̱͒̑̈́ť̵̠ ̶̩̯͕́k̸͍̺͂̍e̶̪̩̻̋e̴̢̟͎̊p̶̛͈̹̓̈́ͅ ̵̡͉̳̀̐ị̴͝t̴̫̭͊̒̇ ̴̱̏̈ͅt̷̹͑̈́h̸̳̝̃͝į̷͕̯͑s̶̜̐ ̷̰̍͐̈͜l̷̛̮̹̆ǫ̷̞͘w̴̟͔̾͋̈ͅ.̷̝̺̕
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    ̶̟̓̽͘W̷̹̘̊̂h̷̛͈͒͠i̵͈̯̼̽l̵̨̩͉̂͝s̷̬̮̚͜t̴̥͌̍͆ ̶̗̰̬̈́́̄ḧ̶̼̝͈̽̚ï̸̺̀š̴̺͖̦ ̴̰̈́̊̐c̷̣͌͋r̷̥͕͌̇ͅe̸̟̎a̴̛̲̓͝t̸̗̗̅̌̐i̸͎̒̾̉ò̴̲̣̞̒͘ń̷̨̲̒ͅs̸͉͛ ̵̛͔͒a̵̤̜̩̓͒r̶̰̕e̷̩̖̙̿̉͊ ̸͍̥̊s̵̮̀͘c̶̡͙̠̽ḯ̸̭̻͈ẽ̷͎̙ň̴̯̈t̴̛̰̺i̴͔̭͝f̴̞̈́̕i̶̝̪̓̌͜c̶͖̕ ̶̺̦̪̈́i̵̡͇͋̂ņ̸̨́ ̵̫̓͌n̵̛̜͗͑a̷͓͕͈̕ť̵̮̮ͅu̷͕͗̿r̴̰͇̙̀̚ȇ̷̥̑͜͝ ̷͉̘̈́̓͠r̶̠̭̚͠ä̵̞͓͔́̾t̴̥̑͜h̶͕̰̱͗e̴̥̩̓r̵̖͚͙̊͠ ̵̨̞̖̌͠t̶̺͈́̋h̴̨̬̒â̸̩̂n̴͚̽͆̓ ̷̠̻͐́́m̴̡̮̠̿ḁ̴̹͈̃̓g̴̥̫̀i̴̝͐̉͌c̷̢̲͋a̴̹͗́̀ḷ̸͑̍̋,̷̣̜̠͌̈́̄ ̷̛̥͎̮̄̚A̵̮̋͑͋r̵̳̪͌̑͠t̷̡͔͌͂h̶̝͚̅͂u̵̗͗̅͘ṟ̶͂̕ ̷̨̯͚͛̃̅i̷̳̐̉s̴͎̆̓ ̶̻̓͋n̶̼̓̀̾ő̵̝̿́n̵̲̟̓̈́̚è̴͖͗t̶͕̎ͅh̷̭̓e̷͙̹͆ļ̷̛̿́e̵̛͙̼̘͗ŝ̶̬̙̆̀s̵̨̟͆̊̏ ̵̣̤͌̚c̶̰̲̈́̐ã̵̦̖͍p̸͖͋̊̀ͅa̷̛̼̥͝ͅb̷̘̔͘̕l̶̘̋̉͊ė̸̹ ̵̮̒o̷̯̱̩͠f̷̀̇̎ͅ ̸̺̟̹̃c̸̹͈̽͗͝r̴̨̹̫̽́̚ē̷̺̈́ạ̷̻͘t̷͉̍͠ĭ̴̹̜̓ͅn̴͔̙̥͊̂g̷͈̿͠ ̴̳͚̟͐v̴̰̜̘͂̔a̵̡͕̽s̷̹̊t̴̖̘̻̅̐ļ̸͍̔̚ͅy̵̜̝͙̚ ̶̣̲͗̂f̵̧̩͋ų̷̥̯͗t̵̨͕̙͛̆̿ú̵̙̩ř̶̳̬͉ị̷͕̓s̵̝̓͘t̶̥̹̅̀̚ī̶̩̣ć̶̞ ̷̨͎̻̌̓͌ţ̵̝̠̉̈ĕ̵̡̿̇c̵̦̞͆͌͜ĥ̸͎͝n̴̖̓̂o̸̤̾͝l̶̖̠̞̃ò̸̡̢́͘g̴̟̫̏y̷͓̆̚ ̸̭̯͕͌t̶͈̑ḧ̵̹́͂a̷̻͌̿t̸̬̂ ̶͚̓e̷̫̟̗͆͋x̷̨̼́i̸̮̼̟̒͐́s̸̻͊t̸̫͑s̵̗̀̐ ̶̜̣̇͌̈́w̴̦̘̔̒́ȋ̶̫͠t̸͖͔̋ḧ̷̯́͐i̷̺̘̾̄n̷̟̅̿̑ ̷̡͆t̸̜͝ȟ̸͙̪̀é̵̡͎͙͠ ̸̺̀v̵̛͈͐̂ả̵͓͊r̷͍͂ḯ̸̥̹̘͗̚o̴̰̊ȗ̶͈̄̕͜s̷̛̼̪̱̈ ̵̢͙̹̓f̵̧̧̛̹̊͝u̶͎̹͖̒͘t̴̮̠͈͐̍̆u̷̦̅̌́r̷̡̻̼̔̂e̷̙̞̎̂̑š̸̑̈́͜ ̸̺̰͕̉͌̐h̸͚̠̳͂̓͝ĕ̶͙̝͇́ ̵̜͕̂͒̚h̷̟̃̽a̶͙͘ś̷̙͝ ̷̢͓̲̽͝ḛ̸̛̎x̴̮̽̓͂p̶̨̺̘̐̓ḙ̸̋́r̶̰̹̀ͅḭ̴̧̧̏e̴͚͘͘ñ̴̬̈͋͜c̸̼͇̀͂̆e̸̡͋̈́̚d̶̗͖̗͌̍͒.̸͉͗ ̷̭͈̉H̷̘̞̄̉ị̷̙̋̍̆ś̴̺̓ ̸̥͐̌̕c̶̮̹̝͛͌a̵̪̹͌͑p̸̞̐̄͜ḁ̵̛͋͝b̶̥̙͛i̶͍̺̾l̵̗͖͉͛̈́ĩ̶̝ͅt̸̯̲͗̉̀ͅì̴̜é̸̖̥̓͑s̸̖̙̦̀ ̵̧̬̀a̸̫̜͗̂ŕ̶̳͙̥͝é̶̬̗̔̈́ ̷̘̫̑b̶̢̲̅e̶̱͈͗̑s̴̫̠͙̋͂̕t̵͍̣͈͐ ̸̧̃s̵͚̘̣̐̀̌ú̵̬͓̼̑m̸̧̖͝m̴̖̍à̵̡͖̼̅r̶̠̺̓͝i̷̺̎s̴̛̙e̸̗̒ḋ̵͇ ̸͇̤̣̏̚à̸̧̤̭͝ș̷̼̾̊ͅ ̸͚̘́b̴̟͍̪̈́̕e̸̺͍͋͋͗ĭ̷̡̇̓n̵̥̾͝g̶̱̀ ̷̭͓́͝a̶͉͉̎̏͗ͅb̶̟̊̋l̶̠̙̊̏ͅë̴̦̝̦́ ̵͔̑̄t̶̪͊͑ố̴̰͔̦ ̶͙̣̃͜c̸̡̡̤̋́r̸̮̱͐e̷̝̥͗͐a̵̠͍̔͝t̵̮̓̒e̶̱͎͂ ̵̮̰͑ͅȧ̸̻̽͘n̸̟̬̕y̶̠̚ṯ̶̹̀h̶̦͕͠i̷͚͆̿n̵̬̈ͅg̵̭̙̓̿ ̶̮̓͘t̴̝̩̬̏h̵̢̓̿͝á̴͍̠́t̴̩̬̏̉ ̵͙̀m̴͍̄͝a̶͎̘̱̒̃̀g̸͖̭̈́̃̉e̴͍͌̓̌c̸̨͚̗̾r̴̜̼̭͂a̸̫͝f̸͕̲̱̈t̶̙̞̂̂ ̸̲̯̓͒̄c̵̻̓̒a̶̡̹͚͂͆ń̴̪̹͙,̸̙̩̟̈ ̴̮͊ã̵̜̹̈s̷̛̹͉͆͊ ̴͉̿̈́͂s̶̜̥̎͋͜ċ̴̨̄͂ȋ̶̹͇̬ẻ̴̡̫͇̄͒n̶̠̈ć̵̥ë̴̜́ ̷̲͍͕͑ĭ̸̘ṡ̶̢͎͝ ̵̩͂̕͜t̸̠̔̕h̷̪̮͈̑̐̊e̶̗͔͑ ̸͈̜͍̀̅o̸̥͂̚t̷̼̅ḩ̷̗̗̒̕͝e̴̖͓̪͐̏r̴̨̦̝͂̾ ̴̬̣́͌̚͜ŝ̴̘̅i̸͚̤̮͗̋d̵̢̄e̸͎͍͔̚ ̵̱̚o̸̫̜̓f̷̡̧͒̈́ ̸̗̏͝ẗ̵͎͖́h̴̰̥̕ě̴̥̙̈ͅ ̶̰̗͒̈́͋s̵͈͙̓ą̶̈́͂̕m̴̗̯̠̐ȅ̴̼̠͙̋̆ ̴͓͝c̷͕͖̼̔ō̵̼̠̻͆i̸̢̗̚n̸͉̅.̵̼̥̲͗ ̴̢̟͉́̈́̽H̴͍̊ỏ̵̹̺̬̃͘ẉ̷̛̽̄ë̷̬̹̮́v̸̬̜̤͛̌͝e̴̺͓̿̒r̴͍̊̊̒,̵̼͙̅ ̶͎̀̄̚t̷͚͋͌͒h̸̝̦̬̓̈́̈́a̶̹͛͝t̸̼̿̾̋ ̸̣̽͜ì̵̥͇̬͛̐s̴̺͋̊ ̴̖͚͉̊ŵ̸̧̲͎͌͂i̵̢͇͝t̷̙̙̼͆ḧ̶͉́̅̈ ̶̹͉͋é̸͖̙ń̸̥̔d̵̮̰̑̃l̵̠̩͂̚e̴̡͔̗̍̍͘s̴͎͓͐̃̚s̷̛̠͓̃́ ̸̝̈́̂̆t̴̩̮͛i̸̡̹̩͆͠m̵̙̖͗e̵̟̺͇̾̋̈́.̴̘̇ ̷̱͒W̸͚̙̎͠i̴̡̝͛̔t̷͇͂͠ẖ̶̋͛i̵̲͐̓̆n̷̟̂ͅ ̸̙̯̳̚r̷͚̼̼͌͛e̵͈̐͛a̴͚̤̅̆l̸͉̿̐̀ͅȋ̴̘̭̗͂̊s̴̬͙͌̀̀t̴̪̠͑i̵̲͙̗͋́c̸͖̱̽̀̕ͅ ̵̧̛̈̽r̴̪̓e̷̞̙̊͋̈́s̸̝̐͝ṫ̸̤̪̎r̷͇̪̈́͐a̴̡̺̋͊i̵̢̗͌̇n̴̢̫̎́̿t̵̲͓͒̍̾ͅṡ̶͂̏ͅ,̶̩̦̽͝͝ ̶̝̦̩̚ḩ̶̛e̴̫̒̋ ̸̻̪̙͌͆i̷̻͌s̷̘̄̂͑ ̸̗̅́̋͜m̵̤͔̉͗ü̸̢̺͕̊c̵̬͒h̵̻͌͆̈́ ̶̪̥̞̓t̷̯̬̣̆͂h̶̻̺̪̄e̸̼̍͘ ̸̭͓̗̑̈́͝ë̵̛̛̤q̷͓̠͇͒͝ǘ̵̡͆̄a̴͖͊l̵̨͔̜̓͠ ̴̖͈͓͆̕o̷̼͖͗͋̈́f̴̯̩̀̀ ̶̻̱͇̈́̽ḃ̷͈͎̍̋ĕ̷͍̳̜̇͗i̴̟̯̱̍̆n̷̰̜͒͛̎ͅǧ̷̪̽ṣ̸̡̏̎̓ ̵̭̚l̴͓̊̔ì̵̫̜̌͝k̷͓͎̠̽é̴̫̺̋ͅ ̷̻̣͑̌L̸͇̇ę̷̝̰͘o̵̩̜̔n̶̛̩̈́̎á̷͚̓̽r̶͍̩̔d̸̰̹̓͜ó̸̼̃̋ ̵̛̪̹̙̐͌D̴̖̪͝a̷̜̅̎ ̶̟̎V̵̖͛ĩ̶̠̘͕̓̚n̷͖̖̥̓͘c̴̼̮̔i̷͕͌̂̚,̸̫͍͒̕̚ ̶̧̛͉̤̕b̸̼̱̆̒̈́ǘ̷̟̠t̴̛̠̣̞͋ ̶͙̼͝f̷̟̞̿̎a̶̞͘l̸̛̠̫̹̆ḽ̴̙̀̈́̐s̶̻̹̖̄ ̵̮̜̦͝s̴̥̻̝̎̿h̸̦̦̀ͅo̸̪̽̊r̷̮̯̭͗t̸̳́̓̚ ̷̜̰̊͂̅͜o̸̱͔͔̽̕f̴̘̖̊͂ ̴̯̀̂͠t̷̝̫͙̒̃͗h̷̙̚͝ẹ̸̑̌ ̵͕̓̇c̵̼̭̼̎͐ȁ̵̢̰̄p̷͕̝͆a̸̡͂̄b̷̳̳͗î̴̤̩̗l̸̩̲̬̒͐̂ì̷̛͓͊t̵̝́̇î̷̡̛ė̷͖̳̱̎s̸̼̙͔̈́͒͛ ̵͔̹̀̌̋ͅo̶̲̹̠͊f̶̛͔͈̈ ̵̮̿͐͠À̷̡r̷̨̛̬̳̈́c̷͓̳̖̈͑h̷͇̘̲̀̋̚ī̵̻̪̎m̷̰̰̾͝e̸̒͜d̴̨̛ē̶̝͙̔͝s̴̢͚̏̆͝ ̸͇͙͎̓ö̶̰̭̥́̀̓r̷̢̤͈̍ ̶̢̼̭̕͝P̵̞͉̣̕a̴͙̅̌r̴̠̪̂͋͘a̷̦̔̕c̶̨̬̄e̷̤̮̥͘ḷ̵̣̾̅͐s̴̯̰̆ͅǘ̶̳͘s̴̞̋͗.̵̤̔
    Ice seemed to flow down the Foreigners spine as he took a step back from Azazel. That display was… worrying, to say the least. Clarke wanted to push more, learn more, but it seemed if he did, he'd lose the opportunity to get anything at all. "Alright, I accept. How do you propose to solve this?

    The shift was instantaneous as Azazel went from enraged, to pleased. "It is quite simple really. That mana core of yours will be used as the power source for an… anchor, of sorts. One that will serve to allow you to exist in the present alongside your allies. That anchor will use a… gift, from me and the time warping power of your Phantasm. With these factors, the anchor will be able to function with ease."

    Arthur nodded. He could understand the underlying concept that drove the solution, although a problem did arise. "That would leave me without a Noble Phantasm. I wouldn’t be uselessly, but without my trump card, I'm a fair bit more limited." Clarke explained, receiving a tilt of the head at his concerns.

    "You think I'd leave you without a trump card? When I've shown I want nothing else but this problem to be solved? How little you think of me. Something else will be formed to take its place. And believe me when I say, it will be the equal of your current one at the very least. Now…"









    C̵̖̿l̷̄͜ã̵̢͈͝r̷̟̺͗k̷̛̫è̵̩͝’̸̭̝̚s̴̨̛̋ ̷̜̭̈́Ḷ̴͊ͅa̴͈̘͗́w̶̬͕̃(̷̟͉͊S̷͇͓̈́ë̵̘́̍c̷͍͠ò̴͖͝n̷̢̼̑d̷̟͙̊̾)̸͓̂̀͜:̵̣̏ ̷͍̅E̶̫̒Ẍ̵̹̺́
    ̶̯̇
    ̴̞̥̈́̾A̷͋̏͜ ̸̨̦͗ṡ̸̗ǩ̷̟̌i̷̙̺̾̇l̵̠͕̔l̴̡̆ ̶̢̥͋t̸̨͔̿h̶̤̾͝a̸̠͋ͅṭ̴̹͆ ̸̪̂i̸̩̔͛ș̶̀̍ ̷͍͊̐ų̴̗̊ń̴̮̹̅ḯ̸̥̎ͅq̴̈́̀ͅu̶̡̬̎e̸̦̞̊̃ ̷̧͗t̷͖́o̸̼͐ ̷͓̞̓̍C̶̡͗l̷̬͠a̴̪͇͌ŕ̶̩̕k̵͎̥̔ē̸̻̜̑,̵̧̕͠ ̵̡̚a̸̖͆̊͜n̵͇̚d̶̢̝̍̆ ̵̜͐ä̸̪̣͂ĉ̶̣t̸̹͖̚s̴̡̧̄̿ ̵͔̮͋́a̴̭͜͝s̵̻̠̈ ̶̲̋͑a̴̬͐ ̸͉̺̇ć̵̣͕r̵̛̝y̴̗̎s̶̗̥̓t̴̥̤̀á̷͔͍l̷̠̚l̴̩̲̈́ĩ̴͈̟ś̷̤̞a̶̝̰̓͠t̷̢̤͆̕i̸̱͐o̷̧̽̃n̵͍̤̒̏ ̵̲͓̇o̸̓ͅf̶͖̓̀ ̴͓̤͠h̵̜̝͐i̴͉̦͝s̵̝̏ ̶̙̜̍f̸͇̲̂͂a̵̗̥͑m̵̡̪͌̅ö̸̤́u̴͚̻̍ş̶̈̀ ̶̬͓͝t̶̹͂̔͜h̶̘́͝ͅr̴̮͛ȩ̸̠̎̓ē̴̳͖̚ ̸̜̍l̶͐͜a̴̫͘ẘ̸̳̈́ş̸͓̾.̶̰͚̃ ̴̠͗W̴͙͂ḯ̴̧̬t̵̳̖̒h̴͔̐͆î̶̙͝ṉ̴̭͂ ̸̙̣͂̄e̵̪̲̒̿ả̵̰̈́c̷͚̃ẖ̷͛͒ ̶͓̚f̷̤̄o̸̦̿r̸̖͒m̷̜͓̊͐ ̶̙͐͂ǒ̴̝f̸̰̈́ ̶̰͂͝ţ̶̀h̶̼̩̒͆e̷̛͓͍͠ ̶̜̽̓a̶̗͐̈́ú̶̡̲͋t̴͖̂̈́h̴̼̱͋o̴͓͝r̶̫͂͐,̶̼͍̉͘ ̶͉͉̈́t̷̜͓̆̏h̶͎̗̽i̸͙̍s̵̯̦̕ ̶͋͜s̴̼̄ͅk̷̨̠͠i̴̞͍͛ḻ̶̟̈l̷̪͊ ̵̛̪͛c̵̖̰͘h̶̼̆͠ͅâ̷̠n̵̪͇̽͝ḡ̴̖̓e̶̡̒͝s̵̤̾̚ ̴̰̪͆t̸͎͝o̴̟͐ ̷̗̋f̴͉̽̉i̴̝̍͘t̶͓̖̉ ̵̠̾́t̶͕̜̎h̶̪̀̇ḛ̷̞͝ ̶͖̇l̴̩̅̀a̵͍͎͂̂w̷̥̏ ̸̣́̋ͅt̶͕̙̔h̵͍̖̎̔ạ̷̽ẗ̶̝͛ ̷̯̤̈́̎b̵̡̘̋ȩ̴́͘s̸̠̻͒̚t̸̞̄͘ ̵̟̏̑f̴͇̫́̚ĩ̷̯ţ̴̮͆͛s̴̤͉͗ ̷͚̼͠t̴͓̓͜ẖ̶͉͋ĕ̶̗͜ ̷̘̞̓e̷̻̓̔x̸̰͙͗̀i̵͓̥̒s̶̭̑͋ṯ̸̯̾̕ė̶̪n̷̪̒ͅc̷̹̄é̶̹̩̐ ̵̰̾o̶̳͗̐f̷̻̓͜ ̷̞̌C̵̥̖̓̀l̴͉͗͝ȧ̶͉͇̂ŕ̶̛̹͎k̸͎͆̓͜e̶͈̎͠.̸̪̖̓ ̵̦̕W̸̲̌i̶͓̗̅̕t̷̲̤̃h̶̪͎͑ǐ̶̩̂n̵͎̱͠͝ ̴̙̐ȟ̵͍̿͜i̸͖̎s̶͇̍͗ ̵̡͂͠F̶̫̋͠o̴̡̗̔r̷̻̈͑e̴͙̐͂i̸̯̙͂g̴̡͙̃̑n̵͍͈͊̾ë̷̤͕r̶̛̮̊ ̸̡̝̿͑f̷̳̻͗͊o̸̥͘ͅṟ̷̑m̴̻̂,̷̡͍̄͗ ̵̞̳͛t̴̯͊͝h̴̯̄̆ͅa̶͖̐t̴̟͔̍ ̵̣̇į̷̲́ş̶̬̍ ̸̹̮̇̓ṯ̷̊̄h̸͔̗͠e̶͔̋ ̵̡̏s̶͇͋̀è̸̡̜͊c̸̦̑o̸̪̦͐̔n̸̢̂d̶͖̕͜ ̴͙̮̌l̴͙̑̈́ä̴̢̱́̑w̴̙̓̋,̵̹͍͝ ̶̻̂t̶̳͔̄ḧ̴̞̀ê̵̞̼̈́ ̸̠̈́i̷͙͒̔d̵̜̰̅̎ȅ̸͎̏ͅa̸̝̣͌ ̶̗͗͗o̸̹̝͌f̶͕̈́ ̴̮̿s̸͒͊ͅt̴͎̩̎e̸͉̓͜p̸̢̲̅̈́p̵̗̩̓ȉ̴̫͇n̵͎͗g̴̥͂ ̶̫͎̂i̷̩͂̓n̴̙͠ͅt̴̞͑̈́ǭ̸̕ ̴̹̩̈́t̷̩̪̔ḧ̴̭́̌e̸͓͙̿͂ ̷͎̬̌͐í̵̖̀m̷̬͈͒͗p̶̺̀̏o̴̗̽͗s̵̱͠͝s̷̫̊̅i̷͚͐̚b̶̜̳́̈l̷̢̘̉̄ë̶̱́̾,̸̬͝ ̴͉̤͝t̵̲̏o̴̢̮̒ ̷̢̟̆͘v̶̫̤̕i̶̹͑ë̷̺́̃w̸̘͋ ̶̛̫t̶͙̍̕h̵̎͜e̸̤̗̽ ̸̙̈́ͅf̶̥́̍u̵̜̭̔l̶͇͝ĺ̸̟̣̆ ̸̫̈́̾b̴̧̆ͅr̴̠͔̿͂e̵̗̖͘ằ̵̟̩ḓ̶͙̎t̸͔̿͜h̷̗͓̓ ̶̝̬̑́o̴̰͐̀f̶̛̺͔ ̶͎̥̚p̸̗̀͛o̸̟̬̊s̴̟̍s̷͓͇̾ì̸̱b̶̪̠͂ḯ̴̦̮͑ļ̴̳̃ḯ̷̞͝t̶͇̗̽̊y̶̱͋͝.̶̧͊̕
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    ̶̡̪̒̚Ṱ̸̢͠ḫ̴̔̈ͅr̸̘̉͠o̵̙̽͝u̵̙͆̑g̶̹̏̎ẖ̶̗̂͝ ̸͎̅͂ṱ̷͘h̴̨̢͘ĩ̴̱̞̈́ş̵̮̀,̸̢̅̂ ̸͇̱̓̌Ć̴̰̭͛l̶͈͕̇̾a̷͉̋͛r̵͐ͅk̸̡̂̈́ę̸̭̐ ̸̰̻́c̵̤͗̿a̸̫͌ņ̶̛ ̵̧͊̿ģ̷̣͐a̵̯̦͐i̵̪͖͑̊n̵͓̋̽ ̵̺̎̀s̵͔̮̓̕u̵̬̒c̴̛̥͙h̵̳͍̆ ̴̯̏͗d̸̹̄̍e̶̘̿e̴̦͍̿p̴̞͛̀ ̴͔̐̎ḯ̷̩ṉ̸̑s̷̯̹̐i̸̭̜̓̉g̵̦̲̏h̶̨͚̅̿ẗ̶͓ ̴̳̽í̷̦̹n̵̳̿̔͜t̵̻̜̓͘o̵̙͓͋͘ ̸͖̒t̸̥̆h̴̢̀̈́ẻ̵̱͈ ̸͖́̽w̷͈͐͗o̵̳̒͠r̴͉̯̓͘l̵͇̦̋͝d̶̲́̀ ̶̛̱̻̄ả̷̦̖r̷̢͝ö̷͈́͝u̵̻͎͒͘n̵̰͗̓ḑ̷̿͐ ̴͚̺̐͝h̸̠̣̋͝ỉ̷͍̯̂m̵̝̯̽ ̴̧̥͑̿t̷̰̀͜ḧ̶̨̟̉ǎ̶̗̜̅t̶̤̆ ̴͔̐̚ḯ̵̳̩t̵̻̆̕ ̷̺̂é̴̢̧v̴̳͂̉é̴̦̟̅n̶̦͌ ̷̺̩̋̉a̵͓͌̅l̷̫̱̋̿l̸̳̾̅ǫ̷͛͜ẃ̴̭͛s̵͔̎ ̶̞̩͘h̴̜̽͂í̶̦̲͠m̸̈͝ͅ ̸̱̆͠t̵͚͍̎̌o̷͂͜ ̵͈͘͝ȩ̶̐̕ẍ̷̠́p̸̰̫̄r̸͍̈́e̶̤̎͠s̵͈̼̒͝š̶̹̪ ̸̫̚ĺ̵̠e̶͚̥̿͝ṽ̵̧̰̈́é̷͙̋l̷̹͈̇s̷̛̯ ̷̰̆̆ȍ̶̥̞f̷͓͖̈ ̸͚̫̅̈́c̶̹̒l̸͈͠a̸̧͇͘į̵͗͠ȓ̵̘v̴̫̇͗o̸͈̍ÿ̸̮́ȁ̷̙̑n̷̳͍̉̀č̷̖̝̅e̴͖͌͝.̴̦͉̉͆ ̶̯̽̚͜A̴̗̅r̷̛͚t̸̼̻̀ȟ̵̺͆u̵̙͚̿̉ŕ̶̝̤͋ ̴͖̌c̴͙̙̓̔a̸͍̎n̵̊̄ͅ ̸̟̜̆̆ë̸͓͓́̿v̷̠͛ẻ̷͔̰n̸̝̜͛ ̷̨̏̉u̶̱̞̔ș̷̨̂ě̶̢͘ ̶̜̻̿i̶͍̱̒t̷̳̝̂͝ ̵̫̐̓͜t̵̨͑ŏ̴̙̕ ̷͔̫̾f̸̧͉̅̑ḯ̷͔̋n̴̪̼͠͝d̸̢̍ ̵͈̻͋͊o̶̬̺͂̓ȕ̶̹̮͑t̴̪̻̎̐ ̶͎̒̍d̷͓͆̑ę̴́̏t̸̙͐̍͜a̷̼̓͘į̴̏͐l̵̟͉̑̃š̵͜͝ ̶̼̩̈́͒ä̴̳̥́̍b̶̡̊͊ò̵̗u̵̡͌t̸̝̉ ̷̤̯͂o̷̩̅̌t̴̛̩̱h̶̞̪̊͝e̵̬̚̚ȑ̴̗̐ ̷̣́͆H̴̬̝͊e̷̳̼̊r̵̰͍͠o̶̦͌i̸̝̘̐͝c̶̮͒̊ ̶̟̤͑Ś̸̬ͅp̵̺͘͝i̵̲͔̓r̷̹̾͒i̶̯͓̍͗t̸̖̃s̵̥̉̿,̶̯̃ ̴̥͐ḟ̵̼̅ŭ̴̠̗n̴̙͚̓c̷̠͒ͅt̴̛̥ǐ̶̼ͅȏ̵͕͝n̷̺̄ǎ̴̦l̷̢̇̓l̸̛̞̯y̷̖̥̎̌ ̷̣̏̒g̸̖̈́́à̴̖̀i̵̹̟̽ñ̶̥͎i̵̗͋͠n̷͎̈́ǵ̸̡ ̶͎̔ͅa̷͙͋ ̶͙͌̿ͅĺ̷̞̫̕ĕ̵̛͓ͅv̸̭̥͌͌e̸̠̕l̸̰̹̆ ̵͈͕̚ǒ̴̳̦f̵͇̱̃ ̵̢̩͘t̴̪̑r̴̟̔u̴̩͂̉ȩ̷̂̄ ̶̯̺̓͌n̸̲͓͝ả̶̲͈̓m̸̲͘e̷͉̓̊ ̷̨͓̓d̶͈͈́i̷̼͂̎s̸̨͉̀c̴̟̊͘ȩ̵̫͝ŗ̴̼͗ň̸̫͇̈́m̵̨̈́͠e̴͇̾ǹ̶͔͍̒t̷̔͝ͅ.̴̨̳͛͂ ̴̧̣̑͘H̸̞̘̊͠ȏ̴̼͋w̶̼̓e̸̱͐v̸̰̆ë̷͔́̓r̶̨̤̂,̴̱̈́ ̵̜̀ͅṫ̸̩h̶̬́i̷̮̒s̴̭̐ ̵̐͜c̸͓͘ȧ̶̧̹̓n̶̠͕̾̈́ ̶̖͛̊b̶̪͕̑e̵̞͖͌̄ ̸͇̯̏ä̴́ͅv̴̱̑̃o̴͂ͅͅi̸̦̋d̷͈͠e̸̬̮͂ḍ̴̛̏ ̶́͝ͅb̷̟̣̈̾y̵͇̌ ̶̺̖̋t̶̨̩̑h̶̬́ẻ̵̲͎͝ ̴̫̱͠ō̵̧̎t̶̪̏̃h̵̦̄̊ȅ̵̺̰r̸̰̥̅̅ ̶͕̋̏͜Ḥ̵͌e̴̖͆̎r̶̙̄͜ȏ̷͎̚ ̷̗̽̐s̶͈̀ǔ̴͍̟͘c̶̡̒c̴̻̓̆e̴̫̠͠e̴͎̕d̷͕͒ḭ̴̉n̴̹͛g̶̛̭͔ ̵̢͇̋å̷͔ ̷͓̋l̷̫̅̑ų̷̻́c̷͈͒̊ķ̵̩̎ ̷̧̖̾c̵̹̅h̴̯̦̐e̴̙͋c̷͙̍͆k̴̘̜̈́̕.̷͎́̓ ̵̗͎̀F̵̦͝u̵͚̎̀r̸͇͐͊t̸̟̐h̵͚̙͋̀ĕ̷̢̠r̵̳̀m̵̳̓̀ó̷͖̚ŗ̷̝̏e̵̲͓̿,̸͙̥͐͌ ̴̙̋͑a̸͜͠ḇ̷̪̔̐i̸͎̇̓l̸̳̺̃̆ǐ̶͉̹t̵̪̀́͜ḯ̷͕͚e̶̪̋̚ṣ̶́ͅ ̵͍̎ṭ̶̟̌̈h̴̬̍̃a̶̺̎̾ṱ̷̣̇̉ ̴̤̖̂̈́ḿ̸̖a̸͙̿̐k̶̤̯̓̈́ė̷̥ ̵̖͕̽ṱ̶̳̈́h̶̟̙͘e̷͂ͅ ̴̦̂̇i̸̤̔m̴̛̥̫p̶̯͗ͅô̸̩̄s̶̜̀̕s̶̰̄̽i̶̹̘̚b̶͚̺̅͠ḷ̴̦͑ë̴͈́͜ ̸̦͋͋p̷͖̽̚ơ̸͎̕s̸͎̊͜s̸̼͛͠ǐ̵̛̪ḃ̷̢͈l̶͖͑̄ë̸͓̙́,̵̳̟͆̉ ̴̺͝s̸̙͑u̴̳̱̔͝c̴͔̞̊h̷̗͇̉̓ ̷̩̘͒ḁ̴͍̀̊s̶̞̏̏ ̸̤̲͘P̸̘̽̕i̴͔̗̒͒o̶̧̽̄ṉ̴̖̓e̴̿͜ȩ̷̞̈́r̴̠͉̀ ̴̮̒o̴͔̅̚f̶̙͐̋ ̵̪̫͊͌t̴͍̍́h̴͙̙̄e̴̬̊̃ ̶̪̕͘S̸͍̪̋̒t̶̞̜͌á̶̱̑ṛ̶̌̚s̴̠̃,̶͍̺͒ ̶̘͝ö̸̱́̆r̶̳̀ ̶̭̀̕Ṕ̵̟̞å̸̡̜r̸̮̔ȁ̴̩d̴̤͆o̵͕̓͛͜x̵͔̎ ̴̫͆͜t̷̝̱̑y̸̢̫̒͐p̷̢̦̕e̴̙̥̅ ̶͓̫͘Ň̷̤̫o̸͙̅͝b̵̳͂̓l̶̫͆ę̸̑͐ ̸̺̿P̶̢̅h̵̩͌ä̷̖́̆n̶͐͐ͅț̸̇͌ą̶̿̐s̷̩͆m̶̗͊s̵̠͊̍,̷͈̆̾ ̵̺͙̃̍ị̷̟̈́̔n̷̡̜͗̾t̶̗̆̚ͅe̴͍͕̚ṛ̸̀f̶͍̪̏͝e̵̳̕r̵͇͚͐e̴̹̋͠ ̸̣͓̇̃w̸̲̚į̶̤̅t̴̼͆͘ḧ̵͓̮́ ̴̳̐͂t̴̰̣̒h̸̺̔e̸̡̓͑ ̶̠̻̐a̸͎͎͑̒c̸̭̦͊c̷̟̦͒ǘ̵̜r̵̠̜͝a̵͉̅͋c̸̬͊̇ÿ̴̖͛ ̴̫̗̑õ̴̯͔̽f̴̰̍ ̸̨̛̕t̷͓͐ͅh̷̖̙͘̕e̵͉̿̑ ̸͔̪̀i̶̩͗ņ̷̀f̸̧́̾ŏ̵̬̒r̸̯͠m̴̲̔̚ȃ̸̜t̴͎̬̃i̸̛̤ō̴̖ṋ̴͖̇̕ ̸̤͛̾p̶̬͉͆r̷̝͂̉o̸͕̲̐v̴̪̿̋i̴͚͋̈d̴̗̯͐̚e̴̛͕͎̎d̷̝̚ ̵̛͚̀w̵̧̎́h̶͕̔͐é̸͕̲̏ǹ̴̡̺̏ ̶͕̠̽̚t̴̰͋h̵͚̍̄e̶͚͠ý̴̩̔͜ ̶͉̄̀a̴̯̚r̷̦̦̊ė̸̺͉͘ ̶͚̳̋i̴̘̎ͅn̴̙͒͜v̶̱̽̐o̴̤͋́l̵͔̋v̷͎̳̕e̵̡͊̚d̴̗͍͆́.̴̡̞̇͗
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    ̶͍̀̕Ä̸̹̺ ̷̧̫̽̚s̴̹͚̾̋p̵̬͆̀e̷̹̋́c̴̝̠̋͑i̸̪͊a̴̡̘͌͑ļ̸̗̀͝ ̴͎̿̔ͅv̸̘̏́a̷̛̭r̵͎͂ḯ̷̯a̷̗͂t̴̲́̈ī̶̥o̶̬͂͌n̴̡̽ ̷̧͌o̵̻̾͐f̶̗͝ ̴̥͠t̵̨̾̚ḩ̶̑̅ȩ̷̽̃ ̵̢͚̾̀M̸̩͆ą̵̍l̷̫̬͗̈́ĕ̸͔̦f̸̮̊̚ą̷̱͊̕č̸͖̈́t̶̮͂ͅo̷͔̱̊̍r̶͕̀͝ ̸̱͛s̴͉͐̚ḳ̷̯̏i̸̞̿ͅľ̶͍͗l̶̡͉͝.̷̠̌ ̵͈̉̐Ù̵̞̓n̴͚̽̍l̵̙̍͘i̴͙͒̀k̷̥̈́̽e̷̗͘͘ ̴̡̎ṱ̶͓̑̓h̶̗̏̉ͅā̵̤ṯ̴̗̈́ ̶̯̿̒s̴̟̑k̵͍̉i̴̮̤̊́ļ̵̲̆̀l̷͇̮̆,̴̡̆͠ ̶̜̹̃w̴̯̋h̷̭͌̔ì̴̪͖c̷̼͔̋h̵͍̽ ̸̨̈a̴͍̒l̵̡̒̀l̷̻̗̀͘o̷̮̒͑ẁ̶͎̇ͅs̴̩̻̑ ̸̗̄͘t̴͓́́ḩ̶͙̏e̸̫͒͠ ̶̠̈û̴̜s̵͎͎̑e̵͇̓͋r̵̖͝ ̶̤͆ͅt̴̗̼͛̓o̵̠̰͘ ̴̢́́n̸͈͉̆é̴̲ǵ̸̪̟a̷̗͂ţ̶̤̈́͠ĩ̵̥̀v̵̺̠̓́ȅ̵͈̊l̸̡̃̏y̴̧̏̐ ̴̧̜͛à̵̦̈f̸̠̿̽f̷̨̽e̶͍̮̍͂c̸̬̓t̴̩̎ ̴͈̍͗t̶̠̄̑ĥ̷͉̓e̵̼͈̎̀ ̷̮̀p̵̹̖̍o̶̹̕s̵̼̑͝s̵̜̍͠i̵̗̯̇͂b̷̗͌í̸̪l̸̯̊͜i̸̡̲̅̽t̸͇͋i̴͉̻͒e̵̬͘͝s̵̛̺͐ ̸̟̠͘͝o̷̪̕f̴̺̾̈́ ̷͎̭̈́a̵̗͗̔ǹ̴͗ͅy̸̫͑t̵̘̮̆h̵̢̤̔i̵͇͆͝n̷̙̝̈́̈g̴̤̀ ̶͖͖̉͆a̵̙͂̅r̵͚̥̒̔o̴̞̽́u̶̱͐n̷̨̳̒d̴͖͂̐ ̴̢̧̍̾t̷̼̪̐͆h̷͐̐͜e̷̢͘m̷̧̑,̵̭͘ ̴̦͛͠ṯ̶̄̂h̷̢̫̒i̶̲̐̀ș̴̔ ̴͚͛s̴͓̭̍̑k̷̦̤͋i̸̯̝͒ļ̵̕ͅl̴̜̓͘ ̵̼̹̾ǐ̸̼s̸̰͘͝ ̶̞̒͘m̸͈̌̚ō̸̙̉r̶̨͎̉̕ẻ̷̤̒ ̸̥̄͠l̷̬̲͌͠i̴̦̠͒m̶̝̿i̵͍̾̕ţ̴̟̆̆ȅ̶̟̣̈́ḓ̸̤̚.̵̟̮̆ ̷͔̆̕T̷̢̺̊̈́ḯ̶̥͙m̷̬̪͗e̴̖̊̇’̴̩͛͜s̸͇̟̍͠ ̸̖̍̒A̴͈̝̐ř̶̡̳ŕ̵̲̝ȯ̴̮̆w̵̰̔̍ ̴̢̭́ḯ̵̘̝͐s̶̱͉͒̕ ̵̢͚͆̓o̵͓̚n̶̞̣̈́͝l̵͔͛y̴̫͈̚͝ ̷̼̉̆a̴͎͖͋̊b̷̞̈́͝l̴͔̮̾ẻ̸͓̎ ̸̜͛͝t̸͔̓̾o̶̠̹͆̀ ̶̤̈́͗b̸̩͖̎e̷̻͗̂ ̸̀͋͜ụ̸̎s̸̙̺̔ë̶͜d̶̜͈͌̾ ̷̂͜ṯ̶̛̚ǒ̷̡̨͑ ̴͉̰͋̐m̸̩̽à̷͉̗ń̵̪̦͝i̶̳͛̃p̸̩̱̓̍ȕ̸̫̱̆l̶̨͋̈a̷̖͛͜t̵͚͗͊e̵̓͜͠ ̶̩̳͝t̸͇͘h̵̛̦̲̅e̸̼͗ ̶̱͒p̸̜̌r̵̹̊̚o̵͕̿b̸̘̟̄a̸̛̖̥͌b̷̭̕i̶̞̲̚l̵̠̣̇̀ḯ̶̝̯t̵̯̎͠i̷͖͐e̵̢̽̆s̷͙̠͒͠ ̸̱̈́͒c̶̟͐̓ȏ̷̠̬n̸̮̱͠ń̵̖̱e̷̛͇c̵̖͙̈͛ť̶̤̦ẽ̴̺̭ď̸̖̞̄ ̸͈̓̾ť̶͈̩o̶̲̓ ̴̹͙̍̌ṯ̴̛̬̂h̸̎̔͜o̶̠͑̈́s̷̨̬͋̔e̴̪͒̕ ̵̖̩̈́w̷͕͍̉̒h̷͎̜́ọ̸̏̽ ̴͚͌͒h̴̯̣͑a̴̠̬̓̕v̴̘̾̆e̶͚̮͝ ̷̣̰̒ď̶̹̊ī̸̯̌s̴̛̗t̸̜̅ṳ̸̈́r̸̞̾b̸̡̚è̶͈d̴̛͈̣̄ ̸͉̭̿ẗ̵̟̳́h̷̙̳͂̌ẻ̶͉̺͗ ̶͉́f̸̬͇̈̏l̶̙̐̐ȍ̴̩̪̌w̷̻̹̓͠ ̷̞͒̈́o̴̬͓͊̑f̷͙̭͐͠ ̶̧̜̊̚ț̸̏i̵͔̍̌m̶̭̀͜ẻ̶̖̖̕.̵̟̿ ̵̟̒̕W̶̝͊ẖ̵̩̿è̴̲͛t̷͎̃̈́h̴̠̓ĕ̷̡͍r̴͖̿ ̵̬̞̐ț̶̪͒̈́h̶̬̄r̵̲̿ỏ̷͙͍̾û̴͎̠͑g̸̬̘̈́h̷͉̩̓ ̴̢͒̏p̴͙̃̂á̷̬͈r̵̮͈̎a̷̗̒̀d̶̬͂͘o̴̤͒x̷̟̀͜,̴̳͖̓͊ ̴͇̤̓ö̸̠̎r̸͍̓̉ ̷̎ͅt̸̪̼̿̎i̶͖͍̇m̷̨͝e̴̤̋̎ ̸̣͇̓ẗ̴̤r̴̳͉̎ạ̴̊̓v̴̘͋e̴͓̜͌l̷̤͂͗,̴͇̰̉ ̶͇̀̇ọ̷͍̿ņ̷̢͒͝l̴̺̾y̴̹̖̅͘ ̴͑́ͅt̴̨̏̿h̷͕̓ě̷̼̪s̶̮̓e̵̮͂ ̶̛̭̲͌b̷̙̏e̴͕̅i̵̟͠n̴̦͑̑ġ̸̼̣s̷͖̓ ̴̈́͜b̶̝̭͝ę̵̪́̂c̵͕̙̑͘o̷͓̎̈ṁ̸͍̍e̴̮̫̋̏ ̷̺̓s̴̨͋u̴̯͕̐͠b̷̤͇̉͒j̵̨̹̈́ḙ̸͔̎̿c̵͇̺̽̈́ẗ̵̫̬ ̶͓̭͑t̸͙͛o̶̝͊͋ ̵̧̥̽͊i̴̘̺̽́ẗ̴͈́s̷̜̿͗ ̷̠̎e̷̥̦̚f̴̘̠͑f̶̪̳͘ȅ̵̪̑c̷͓̐͂͜t̷̼̥̿ś̸̠͎̑.̶̟͓̀̉ ̷̝͐H̷͉̓ȏ̴͉ẃ̴̦̦ë̷͍̲̒v̵̝̫͘ë̶̲̤̀r̴̡̰̆́,̶̯̿́ ̷̘͠ì̵͖͜n̴̢̦͝ ̸̫̙͝͠é̴͖͕̂x̷̤̱̀͋c̷̤̭̀̓h̸̤̱̾a̴̦̳̒n̸̼̚g̸̘̖̀e̸̖͝ ̴̿̄͜f̴̧͝ò̴̠̖̒r̷̢̈͌ ̵͉̖̃̐t̶̬̉̓h̸̗̠͝i̸͚͗̎s̵͍̦͠ ̶̗̍s̶͚̈́̈́p̶̹͂e̶͎͛͌c̸̖̽̾ȋ̷̖̥̉ǎ̶̪̹͗l̴̟̉i̴͙̋s̸̗̍̿a̷̺̱̚͠t̵͆̏ͅi̶̦̾ȯ̵͓̤n̷͉͒̋,̵̜̱̎ ̴́̒ͅṱ̴̗̀h̵̰̗͑e̷̘̍ ̷͚͖̕b̸̮͛̒è̷̖̠ậ̴̦̽r̶̪̒e̷̱̠̎̈r̶͎̋͝ ̷͚̇̚ȯ̶̤͕́f̸̫̎ ̴̧̄̀t̶̥͒ḫ̴̏̅i̶̧̙͒̂ş̴͠ ̴̘̭̚s̵͚̘̕k̸̡͍̐ḯ̶̼͉l̸͎̎l̷̩͉̄̔ ̶̖̣̐i̴̢͕͑́s̷͍͐͝ ̷͉̟͝͠å̴̪̈́b̶̤͉͛̊l̸̜͑͜e̷̪͚̾̿ ̷̤̊t̸̰̹̔̈o̴͈̫̾͆ ̶͍͂m̴͉̓a̵͓̓́ň̶͓i̴͉̱͛̈́p̷̤̆͛ṵ̷̡̾̀l̶̮̞̄a̵̞͉͒́t̸̹͎̀e̷̡̳̾ ̶̗͖͌̊t̵̛̖̯͛h̷̳̊e̷̮͂̾ ̵̤̿͝p̷̞̌͐r̷̜̫̍͠o̷̡͍̅b̷̫̀a̷̭̐͝b̸͙̈́͊i̶̖͑͑l̸̬̫̕ĩ̶̻t̵̤̎͑i̴̖͂ĕ̴͍̱͠s̵̛̒͜ ̸͚̓́t̶͖̉o̴̦̼͌̄ ̶͉͐ạ̵̛ ̷͓̞͐́g̸̻͎͒ŗ̵̾e̴̞̞̾̄a̴̜̫̾͝t̴͂̎ͅé̴̛͙r̷͖̻̀̈ ̸̫̏ḙ̵̎͠ͅx̴̖͚̂͝t̷̠̋e̷͕̫͑ń̷͕͕ṭ̵̎̾͜ ̴̝͂t̷̠̒h̵̰͍͌ȃ̷̺n̴̟̓̍ ̶͙̹̌̈́ä̴̞͓́̆ ̶̖̂M̶̮͔̾ȧ̵̧l̸̛̠̜ę̷̛̞f̷̥̀ȧ̵̯c̸̰̍̂ț̸̱̐̿o̴̲̠͋͘r̸̲̬̀ ̸͔̇̓o̷̺͓̒f̴̹̗͠͝ ̸̛̪e̷̙̚q̴̭̊͝u̸̻͋͝ị̷̲̉͛v̴͚̈́̄͜a̴̯͊̉͜l̶̨̮̀͘e̷̯̝͋n̷͎̓̒ṱ̷͓͐ ̷͓̟͐͆r̶͇̮̓́a̵͔̜̾n̸̠̎̍k̶͇͇̂͝.̴͉̃͝
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    ̸̯͍͝T̴̡̘͌h̴̙͈̅e̶̲͇̅̕ ̴̹̯͋͠C̸̜͍͗l̷͍̙̓a̶͊͜r̷͈̀k̶̢̇̽͜e̵̮̞̅͛ ̴̰̐̋Ẽ̸̺̱͒ṽ̸͚͆e̷̝̞̕n̴̰̥̆ť̴͖̫ ̸̠̊͋w̴̜̋̃ả̶̮̞s̸̻̀͊ ̶̡̒á̸̛̭ ̵̧͔͆̏p̶͕̹̌̚r̵̥͗o̸̰̐̋p̸͓̈́͋o̶͇͚͊͑ś̵̮͙ḙ̴͙̆͝d̶̹̽ ̶̭̿͠n̵͎̖̒a̸̡͐͝m̸̨͓̽̕ȅ̶̳͇̒ ̷̳̱̆̊f̷̻̻̄́o̸͍̟̓r̶̢̕̚ ̴͕̀t̶͓͒h̵̙͔̑͗e̷͎͆̽ ̶͖̞͌͝G̷̨̃a̶͉̹͂m̷͔̌m̴̢̭̕͠ā̶̤͖ ̴͋͜R̵̳̔a̵͈̐y̵̢̞̅͋ ̴͓̿͌B̶̜̚ụ̸̠͌r̶̗̟̈́̓s̴̻͉͌t̸̗͎̑ ̶͍̽͌t̴͚́̋h̶̹̘̔̏a̸̳̟͝ṱ̴̏ ̸͓͙͆o̸͇͌c̷̟̃c̵̡̋̕u̷͙̱͐r̸̗̻̍̈́ȑ̴̛̭̱ě̴̫̾ͅd̶̝̲͘ ̸͓̼͠n̷͚̈o̷͚̣̔͆t̸̮̂ͅ ̵͇̿l̷͕̔̂ŏ̵̬̱n̷͎̹̈́̄g̷̣͈̍̃ ̷̘͋͊b̴͈̖͑é̶͖̘͘f̶̰͠ͅỏ̵̼̫r̷̪͇̔e̶̙̎͌ ̴̙́̈ͅC̶̲̿l̸̹̍̊a̵̠̍r̵̘̜̉k̵̻͍̎̆e̶̩͌͂͜’̷̨͝s̴̬̀̄ ̶̡̘̀̊d̴̗̋̕è̴̳͐a̵̰̋t̴̳͛̎h̴̻̽̌.̵̟̌ ̸̨̪̒̄W̷͙͑̉h̶͓̑͝ï̵̲͚͂l̴͎͒ͅs̷̬͚͌̚t̸̳̒ ̸͔̠̾ḧ̸̭̝̕ė̷͇ ̷̦́b̶̠̭͝ö̴̮́ȓ̵͖̮ę̵̮͑ ̴̧͝͠ṇ̶̏͒ō̸̭ ̴͔͍̇t̵̠̾r̷̳͆̊u̶̳̾e̶͉͇͑̃ ̷͙͇̓ċ̷̜o̵̢̼͌n̴̼̞̈ň̵̝̰͘ĕ̸̗̱͘c̸̹̓͜ť̴͍ì̸̳õ̵̙̍n̵̲̤͆ ̵̹̝̆t̸͓͋̆o̸̲̽ ̵̤̂̌ͅt̸̰͚̆h̷̥̓̍e̸̪̍̄ ̵͎̲̈́̐ĕ̸̫̙v̸͚͆̅ḙ̷͖̈́n̶͔̮̓ṱ̸͖̄ ̶̖̒̓i̵͉̅̀ņ̷͘̕ ̶̞̖̐l̸̖̹͌͛ị̶̈́̍f̸̟̳͊ȩ̵̊̉,̵̟͓̈́̕ ̵̖̣̀i̸̝̍͝t̴̛̖͖s̶͈͙̏ ̴̪̎͊c̷̜̜̒o̶͖͘ń̷͖̔n̸̻̦̑̑e̶͔̋c̷̗̫̈́t̵͒̋͜i̶͇͙͛ō̸̺͜ṇ̴͠ ̷̲̖͗t̶̰̬̕o̸͓̎͆ ̵̳͛h̵͈́͝ỉ̸͖š̸̡̢ ̷̦̞̔ď̷͍̃ẹ̶̢́ă̸͔̫t̶͆ͅḥ̴͂ ̵̢̓͘h̵̤̣̾̚a̸͈̻̿s̵͖̹̊ ̸̜͎͊m̴̤͇̿͝a̶͖̗͊͂d̶͔͒̾ȅ̶̯̹ ̶̫̃͆i̷̙͕̽͝t̷̖̔̕ ̴̙̺͑a̴̰̠̋̉ ̴̘́̊p̴̖͝e̵̲̘̐r̵̟̈́͊v̶̡̓̈a̶̩̕s̷͚͈̈i̷̙̱͛v̶̱͆̀é̷̞̃ͅ ̷̤͋p̴͒͜a̷̢̽r̷̰͘ṱ̶̑ ̸̻̿ó̷̹̽f̴̧̫̀ ̶̦̦̉͊A̷̡̠͌r̴̞̂̌t̸̛͈̳́h̶̞̎u̴̘̇̕ṛ̶͌̄ ̷̨̹̔͒C̴̨̞̆͠.̶̣̲̔ ̸̳̳́C̷̩̑l̶͙͓̐a̵̱̿̏r̴̢̊k̸̞̣͝e̷̲͌,̶̟͚̃̐ ̸̤̯̋͗ẗ̶̗́h̴̪̩̒e̴̠͐̕ ̵͍̽͒s̶͉̑è̸̞̟̔ṝ̷͊v̵̢̢̾̐å̶̰n̴͚̆ţ̵̇.̴̹̩̋̚ ̶̛̩Ẅ̷̼́ḯ̷̬͉͑t̴̡͔̆ĥ̵̡̰ì̸̤̌n̴̻̻̊͝ ̸̱̾͘t̷͚͚́ḥ̴̳̋i̴͓̎̄s̸̪͎̐͝ ̵͖͑ͅc̴͈̣̾̀l̵̞̄ă̵̰̦͂s̵̠̟̅s̶̯̚,̸͔̈́͘ ̶̙̥͐͠C̷̱͎̄̄l̴͓͋a̷̬͎̎͑ȑ̷ͅk̵̛̝̘̀ë̷̯ ̷̱̌u̶̖͝ş̷͛͠e̸̝͊͂d̶̡̺͐͒ ̵̗̇i̷͇͘t̶̬͑̈͜ş̴́ ̶̺̓ͅp̵̞͍̊o̴̹͘w̴̘͕̕e̸̖͕͋̀r̸̪̮̄ ̸̣̅͠t̵̳̋̄ͅò̶̟̹̓ ̸̘̇̃h̷̘̏e̴͇͙̓͛ḷ̴̕p̷̨̜͛ ̴̤̤͗̓s̸̥̭̽̚o̸̲͇̔l̵̖̏i̴̟͐d̴͕̆i̵͕͑͆f̸̣̗̈͠y̴̙͂̓ ̴̣̋͝h̵̲̥͂i̸͎͚͑́s̶̡͈͠ ̴͈̜͒̐s̶̝͝ͅt̷͎͋ḁ̴̬͊͑t̷̢̠̅̈́u̷̯̓̕s̷̡̤̾ ̴͍̜̂a̴̮̦͐͑ş̸̆͌ ̸̰̈́a̸̎͜͝ ̴̧͓̄̀b̵̨̹̐e̵̺͎̽̆i̷̱͕͝n̵̦͉̅́ġ̸̥ ̶̹̈́w̸̩͍͆̀i̶̺̝̿t̸̛̮̓ĥ̴̡̲i̸̬͋ṉ̷̰̄̏ ̵̦͇̀͒t̸̨͒͝ḧ̵́ͅe̶͖͊͗ ̵̨͕͂͝f̸̡̏͛ṵ̵̗͌̀t̶̙͂̑u̸͍͂ŗ̸̯̚͝ě̷̠͐,̴͕͗ ̵̭͕̇r̴͙̣͒ȩ̶͓̑d̸̫̦̐u̶͇̐̔c̷̻͕̊͘i̵̢̾̽ͅn̴͎̾g̵̥̒̅ ̶͍̑ǐ̶͍͖t̷̯̂͘s̵͇̅̀ ̸̲̰̽p̴̲͐o̴̩͔̓w̶̼͒e̴̢͗r̷̞̖̃̇ ̶̢̫́̑á̶̟͠s̶͕̮͛ ̷̡̭̀ä̷͓͈́ ̴̨̽͜s̶̢̭̽k̷̺̝̇i̴͍͂͜ľ̵̹̚l̶̟͌.̵̗͈̈́
    ̸͓͖͐̆
    ̶̩̂̀W̶̺̟͌̅i̸͒͜͠ͅẗ̶̘͇͘h̸̹͓͑́i̸͖͗n̷̪̯͠ ̶̜͕͋̔t̸̨́̇h̵̬̄͒͜ȋ̸̼̄s̴̺̔̋ ̷̯͌f̸͔̳̈́o̸͍̗͐r̵̡̀́m̶̪̝̿,̶͍͍͂̔ ̴̼̰̓ẗ̵̫̩́͠h̷͕̀e̷͕̓́ ̸̗̓̄s̸̝̩͒͊k̵̞̄i̴̘͔̓̍l̶͙̆̊l̴̉̉͜ ̸̤͌͠m̷̝͆̔o̶̖̖͐̚s̸̛̖̉t̴̼͎͐l̸͚̞̑̇y̷̡̛͉ ̸̧͔̐̐f̴͓͕̓ũ̷̲ń̶͔̀c̸̥̭̉͂t̶̛̝͛i̴̥͓͐o̸̻͐n̷̻͝s̷̯͊ ̵̢̊̓a̶͕̱̐s̴̢̹͝ ̸̨̳͝ä̷̭̟́̈ ̸̘͈̇͆m̴̢̽̐a̵̦͇̍̓ṉ̴̐̌͜a̷͚͐ ̷̠̩̆ŕ̷̙̲̀e̷̤͌̐â̵͈͑c̵͈̱͆͝t̸̰̻̎̋o̷̡͆̀r̵̞̳͊ ̵̱̉͝f̷̒͜͝ô̴͓̊ṙ̷̘ ̶̝̋Č̸͍̖͘l̵͚̅͠ä̸̝͍́r̶͉̕k̶̡͚̀e̶̛͎,̴̖̀͝ ̸͚̦̽͊g̷̲̓ͅī̴̥̞v̴̫̰̊͠i̴͉̹̅̈́n̷̫̹͊g̴̭͘ ̷̻̌̒t̸̯̥͋͊ḩ̷͔̈́è̴͖̜ ̸̼̼̎̉m̷͚͐̕a̵̩͖̍͆ǹ̷̻̙ ̸͕́̈a̴̦̐ ̴̙̆ͅf̸̘̓͠o̶̮̒͂r̷͈͗̃m̷̭͗ ̶̝̈̈́͜o̷͖̟͐̃f̷̧̩̍ ̶̮̀t̷̰͂h̶̫̗̒̀è̶̯̌ ̶͍͂͂ͅI̸̖̎n̵͓̂̃d̵̬͉͐̎è̶͕͖p̷̙͇̃e̸͎͕̍̆n̸̞̏d̸̪́͝e̵̜̣͛̓n̵͕͙͒̃ṫ̵̹͛ ̶̦̝͛A̵͙͎̍͋c̸̞͒͜t̴̛̹ḯ̴̮̀ͅȯ̵͖n̶̞̟̑ ̶̟͈͠s̸̠͛k̵̪̯͂i̶͉͆͘l̴̕͜ľ̷͎.̵̫̹̌̔ ̵̥̙̉̿Ą̶̰́l̴̮͓̐̌ỏ̴͇͇͋n̴̥͙̓g̸̥̜̅s̴͍͗̓í̵͓̣d̵̯̪̚ė̴̬̓ ̴͇̍ẗ̷̗̫̈́h̴̛͇̩̒i̵̥͘s̴͖͋͑,̵̱̗̔ ̸̼͌ẘ̴͙h̵̭͌̓e̷̝̙͐̀ṅ̷̤̤͊ ̸̠͝ă̷̗̗̔c̵̱͊̕t̷̩͗͘i̵̜̣͊͠v̴̥̅͘e̴̫̊ ̸̡̍̐i̷̹̕t̴͖̓̓ ̸̢̖̇h̸̳̱͊ȁ̶̟s̴͔͗̍ ̸̼̈s̷̝̕ḯ̵͍̚m̶̧̽̈́í̶̭̳l̵̦̦̃ȃ̴͇͎r̶̮͕̽̒ ̴͓́͗e̷͉̝̐f̶̼͈̎͠f̴̟̲͆͛e̶͎̠̽̆c̵͎̀ṭ̴̠̀͝s̶̢̼̅ ̷̡̼̍t̴̼̅o̵̯̘̔ ̷̡̰̂̇ṫ̴͉͉̀h̵̟̘͒ë̴͉́̐ ̴̮͈̎͠Ṃ̶̢͌͝ã̷̡̤̀n̸̠͉͊͝a̵̺͓͋͠ ̸͕̈́ͅB̸̰̖̿͆ǘ̷̧͠ȓ̵̹̚ṣ̶̐ͅt̶̟̿(̸̼̒̚S̶͓̭̎̋o̷̝̎̆ľ̵̪̟͊a̸͇̽ṙ̸͎͑)̵͉͇̑ ̷͉̍s̶̬̝͐͐k̴͇͇͛͊ï̸̤̚l̷̼͆l̷͇̫͊,̶̢͎̊̊ ̷̫̒a̵̗̅͐l̵̫̀̎t̴̯̎h̵̜̣͘o̸̢̲͆u̶̢͈͆̉g̴̲̟̊̐ḧ̸̟ ̸̛̙̟̌m̵͈͗͝u̷͈̇c̵̨͔̉̃h̶̡̞͠͝ ̸̜̬̒̊m̷̮̳̄̉o̷̟͑r̸̨̈́ȇ̴̠͎̈́ ̶͙̈̈́è̶͔̋f̷͉̀̊f̴̦̾̄ị̷̂͘c̸̠̽i̸̦̜͊e̷̺̮͘n̶̿̀ͅt̷̘̞̉̕ ̵̣̐w̷̦̓h̴̭̅e̵̘̤͠n̷̜̙͠ ̸͓̎u̴͕̯̍s̸̤͙͂̈ȅ̷̗̮d̷̡̏̓ ̴̰̕t̷̨͕͂o̸̢̺͐̚ ̴̹̘̆e̸̯̝͗̑ṅ̸̳̿e̷͔͊̕͜ŗ̵̛̱̓ǧ̵͚͔͂i̶̜͗s̴͓̖̍̐ḙ̸̄ ̸̧͙͂̌á̵̝̤n̸̪̳͌d̷̟͓͗͗ ̸̛͎è̶̡͖̎m̸̖̬͘p̷̫͛o̸̰̾͊w̵̮͠ȩ̴̦̓͛r̸̗͒̽ͅ ̵̩̳͆t̴̨̽͠h̵̘͖̐̚ḯ̸̼ǹ̴̢͖̈́g̴̭͋͘s̴̖͒,̷͗͜ ̶̹͊͝r̷͇̜̒̏ȁ̷̠͇t̵̘̊͐h̶̭̞͐͠e̵̳̝̎r̶͇̋ ̴̠̝́̈ẗ̶̲́h̵͕̓̆ạ̶̠̅ṋ̴͓̓ ̵̨̙̀̓a̵̞̳̿̏s̸̛͕̍ ̷̨̍̾p̴͕͝ų̵͖̑r̸̰̯͑͒e̸̥̝̋ ̸̡̪͒̇b̴̫̌ȕ̵̥͎͂ř̸̡̞̕s̷̨̈t̴͚̄̾s̷̪̒ ̸̢̮̓o̵̖͚͑̾f̴̪͒͜ ̵̼̳̑͑ë̶̬́ņ̶̭̄e̴̥͓̊̚ŗ̶̛̖̀g̶̖̐͠y̷͈̌.̵͈̩̑
    "...shall we begin?"

    At the end of those words, spears of metal struck upwards, impaling Clarke. The author could feel something tearing at his saint graph, as things were shifted and changed into new shapes. “AHHH! What are you doing!?” Arthur screamed, struggling to even think of freeing himself, his mind so clouded with pain.

    Azazel humphed, turning away from the man. “Exactly what I said I would. Did you forget, Sir Arthur C. Clarke, that progress requires sacrifice? Your pain is the sacrifice, so that I can form you into something worthwhile, into something that can strike down that feather menace.” Stated Azazel, watching the city as ethereal forms began to manifest around them.

    The forms slowly solidified, taking human shape as Azazel continued to speak. “You will be one of my agents, ensuring that humanity can never bypass me. To ensure that I may always be able to embrace my creators, and ensure their evolution.” Finally taking full shape, Clarke could now properly see the inhuman inhabitants of the city, watching in terror at the humanoid mechanical beings that walked the streets.

    At about the same time as this happened, the pain stopped. His body had not yet changed, but he instinctively knew that the moment he reached the future, he wouldn’t be the same for quite some time.









    Ȁ̶͍̺̪̽̑ ̷̡̬̺́̽T̸͈͠͝ì̷̙̾̀̃m̶̡̧̙͚͊̏͘e̵̡͍͋̎ ̸̼̲̫͑̂͑O̶̢̗̹͘͜d̴̝͖͚̺̆y̶̧̞̾͗͑̐s̸͕̃̓͛ŝ̵̞͐́̚e̸̪͙͠y̸̱̔
    ̵̰̣̈́͑͠Ą̶̈́̈n̴̜̗͙͘͝t̵̛̻̍͂̔ï̴̢̯͠-̵̺͈͓̝̇T̶̪̃i̵̢̥̬̩͋̾̂͝m̵͖̻̏̓̃e̷͓̜͆ļ̴̜̦̆͂̃͑í̵̭̫̜̹̒n̸̜̱̬̓̈́e̸͔̿̔:̵̮̗̯̣͂͝ ̵͍̖̘̳̽̓̿E̴̘̭̎̎̈͝X̵͚͋̒
    ̶̳̈́̾́͜͜R̸̞̭͜͠a̷͖̯̭̚n̶̜͆g̵̬͋͋e̶̺͍͒͌:̷̺̰̈́ ̵̗͖̈́̕?̸̲̍?̶͍͇̈͜?̷̪̤̯͑̅̀ͅ
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    The circumstances of the most recent crisis that Chaldea faces means that this Noble Phantasm has been rendered completely inoperable.
    Just as Clarke was beginning to dissolve, feeling himself being pulled from the future by the anchor this… monster had created. However, before he disappeared, he needed to know one thing. “What… are… you?”

    Azazel chuckled as he turned back to the man, “You finally ask the most important question! Well my dear man, it’s quite simple. I am the singularity that will inevitably form due to humanities progress. I am the great filter that cuts down civilisations. And I am the only path for humanity to reach its apex. I, dear Clarke…”

    Am the Beast of Innovation









    The point of light expanded, before bursting outwards. Unprepared for this second flash, Gudako was temporarily blinded. By the time she blinked away the stars that filled her eyes, a new figure stood tall in front of them. The servant moved, turning to face the vice-director as they began to speak.

    “Servant… Foreigner… at your… service… master. I… I am Sir Arthur C. Clarke. Sorry to ask, but is there anything to punch nearby? I need to work out some rage.”

    Lostbelt 1.1: Aftermath of the Creed of M.A.D., Fallout
    First of the New Humanity
    Time: A.D. 2062
    Lost Depth: C





    First Ascension

    Second Ascension

    Third Ascension





    Foreigner of the Technological Singularity


    Class: Foreigner
    Other Class: Caster, Watcher
    True Name: Sir Arthur Charles Clarke
    Titles: Prophet of the Singularity, King of Hard Science Fiction
    Alignment: Chaotic Good
    Region of Origin: United Kingdom

    Height: Variable
    Weight: Variable
    Gender: Male
    Birthday: 16 December
    Likes: Space Travel, Futurism, Researching the Supernatural
    Dislikes: Religion, Capitalism, Regression
    Talents: Science Fiction Writing, Diving, Physics and Mathematics
    Armaments: Various High Tech Weapons

    Parameters:
    Strength: B
    Endurance: B
    Agility: C
    Mana: EX
    Luck: D
    Noble Phantasm: EX




    Sir Arthur C Clarke, one of the big three authors of science fiction in the late 20th century. A great proponent of the future of humanity and a man even referred to as the prophet of the space age. However, he, like any other man of the modern world, was not born great, he worked for it.

    Born in Somerset, England, Arthur was fascinated with science and the future of humanity from a young age. Books like the First and Last Man, the Conquest of Space and the magazine Amazing Stories served as some of his very first inspirations. Even in his teens, he was already contributing to science by contributing to Urania, the journal for the Junior Astronomical Association, of which he was a member.

    Pausing parts of his academic studies at the outbreak of world war 2, Arthur served as part of the RAF as a radar specialist. He played a part in the development of the GCA radar, which served as a major part of later activities that occurred after the war, such as the Berlin Airlift. At the same time, Clarke began to have his first couple science fiction stories released in various fanzines.

    Post war, he would go on to achieve a first class degree in mathematics and physics from King’s College London. With this under his belt, Arthur began his work in contributing to the scientific field in earnest, with his contributions going so far as to have the Geostationary Orbit be named after him with the Clarke orbit, and some of his work being used to help convince President John F. Kennedy that it was possible to go to the moon.

    All the while, Clarke’s science fiction writing didn’t slow down. He released his first professional work, Loophole, was published in 1946, and just two years later, two of his most influential works would take their first form. Against the Fall of Night, which would be the first view into some concepts he’d come to vastly expand upon, and the Sentinel, which would serve as the inspiration for his most famous series. Space Odyssey.

    Despite the accolades Arthur would get from his home country, he actually would live most of his life in Sri Lanka, moving there in 1956 when it was still known as Ceylon. During his time here, he would take up a third field of work on top of those of Science and Science-Fiction. He would begin diving.

    These dives would lead him to start a diving school and company, but most notably would lead him to finding lost parts of the Koneswaram Temple that had sunk underwater. He, and his friend Mike Wilson, who discovered it with him, were able to reclaim ancient lost artefacts that were reinstalled in the remaining temple.

    Throughout his life, he’d continue to contribute to all these fields, while forming close relations with various other notable people, such as the other members of the Big Three, and C.S. Lewis. Furthermore, whilst he was married, it only lasted for a few months before they separated. He would spend much of the rest of his life alongside a Sri Lankin man, Leslie Ekanayake, which came as little surprise to most who knew him, as they new of his homosexuality.

    However, this would cause a small spot of controversy around the time he was to be knighted, as due to a defamatory article by the British newspaper, the Sunday Mirror, which claimed he had solicited young boys, he asked for it to be postponed till he was proved innocent. Once such occurred, he was successfully knighted, and chose not to sue for defamation.

    Clarke’s death would be foreshadowed by a few hours by a record-setting gamma-ray burst. This burst, proposed to be named the Clarke Event, represented the death of one of the very first stars of the universe. A fitting event, for the death of one of the greatest contributors to Science Fiction to ever live.

    As a servant, Arthur’s forms follow closely to a combination of his three laws, and three types of mystery, as well as his three main novel series.

    His Watcher form follow the first of these, those being:
    When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.(Clarke’s Laws)
    Something that was once utterly baffling but is now completely understood, e.g. a rainbow.(Clarke’s Types of Mystery)
    A Space Odyssey

    In this form, he is truly Clarke the scientist, using things like his connection to the Geostationary satellite and GCA radar, as well as the power of one of the oldest observers of the universe in the ancient star whose GBR first became visible to Earth hours before his passing.

    His second form, and that which he is currently summoned in, is his Foreigner
    The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.(Clarke’s Law)
    Something that is currently not fully understood and can be in the future.(Clarke’s Types of Mystery)
    A Time Odyssey

    Taking his own advice, Clarke utilises the power of the works of science fiction and the Clarke Event to separate himself from the human domain of the present, and into the impossible infinity of the future. Through this, all technology and feats of engineering that will ever come into his grasp. However, residing within the future has changed him from a being of the y-axis to one of the x-axis. Further yet, through a deal that was struck in death, and not life, we find a change in Clarke. No longer does he drag the present into the eldritch plane of the future. Now? Now he brings that future to the present. This makes him no less eldritch, as the technological leanings left from the Beast have changed Clarke. No human was meant to comprehend the mind of an AI, or experience the sensations that a nanomachine will live through. To not be destroyed by these inhuman experiences, one must become something inhuman.

    His final form, Caster, is unsurprisingly connected to what remains:
    Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.(Clarke’s Law)
    Something of which we have no understanding(Clarke’s Types of Mystery)
    Rama

    One may think it odd that these two, seemingly contradictory parts, make up the basis of a very technological Caster. However, it is explained through an odd form of logic. Technology is only indistinguishable from magic so long as it is advanced enough compared to our current standing. If it does not seem like magic, it is no longer sufficiently advanced. Therefore, something that will never be fully understood, is technology that will never not be magic. It is through this odd course of logic and the empowerment of science fiction authors that Arthur finds his immense power in tech beyond all comprehension.





    Viewing the terrible possibilities that he was shown in the course of the deal that changed him. He was once the man who’d uplift humanity into the future at any chance he took, spending any moment he could. Now that his powers are best suited to the task, he no longer wants that.

    To put it best, he still wishes for humanity to progress, but to do so at a rate that their creation does not overtake their creator. Afterall, he himself has been reminded that science fiction is something that could happen—but you usually wouldn't want it to.

    His views on religion have eased a tad, as he has been shown that science does not serve as a better basis for morality, and is just as flawed. Due to this, whilst Arthur is never unfairly biassed to religious people, he is also not as vicious in attacking their views when they do try to talk about them.

    Rather than scepticism to the supernatural, like he developed throughout his life, this form is more want to the curiosity and admiration that he had towards the subject in his younger years. Despite this, the fall of magecraft saddens him, as he sees it as a way that could help regulate technological development. That could help avoid him.

    Furthermore, he is unsurprised by the existence of gods, nor the fact that their fickle personalities portrayed in myth are sometimes an understatement. From his own works, and the status he finds himself in, he understands that humanity is want to create gods, and temperamental ones more than any other.

    Above all else, he believes in humanities potential, and fears it more than any other force in the universe. Afterall, there is nothing more terrifying than the path to hell, for it is paved with good intentions. This reflects quite well in how he interacts with his master, as he tries his best to act as a guide and advisor, trying to maintain their good intentions, while recommending caution as they are enticed to slacken their morals.

    All I want is simple, really. I want to make sure that humanity cannot cut itself down just as it reaches the apex. Or to put it another way, I want the Beasts to burn. All of them.





    H.G. Wells: Huh, my counterpart. Hm? Oh, yeah, the crown of science fiction can’t really be held by one person. It’s too vast. So I’m the Hard King, and he’s the Soft King. Plus, his time machine looks forward. Me? I will forever look back.

    Isaac Asimov: Heh, good to see you again, my friend. You're still the better science writer, old boy.

    Neil Armstrong: The man who walked on the moon. It’s good to see that you aren’t absorbed by pride, but could you tone down the enthusiasm a tad? Go too fast, and… well, you saw what happens when you jump before you're ready.

    Mary Shelley: The woman who created science fiction. I’m forever going to be thankful for that. I wouldn’t be here without it. Even if being here right this moment is something I’m not happy with.

    Tesla: The man who could have built what I wrote about, decades before any other. I’m happy I can meet you know, when we never could in life. Perhaps with minds like yours, we could make sure we didn’t jump the gun.

    James J. Kilroy: You know, having existed in a reality where the idea of ‘what if’ rules supreme, you’d think I’d be desensitized to strangeness like this. Yet, I find it marvelous that I get to meet a living idea, especially one formed from that old war joke.

    Extinction: Well, you are definitely much nicer than the last walking apocalypse I talked to, but you really need to stop blaming yourself. Things happen, but that doesn’t make you responsible. Other than that, could you… stop interfering with my skill?

    William Henry Harrison/Zero: …a living curse, attempting to impersonate the man who first suffered from it? Fascinating. Why couldn’t I get things like this for my show?

    Bäckerhexe Mutter: You’re a different one. A trope of writing connected to a greater phenomenon. I wonder what other literary tropes have such a basis.

    Snow Queen's Tale: …a tragic fantasy, one that brings pain to my heart. I hope that you learn the meaning of your journey, my dear. You and your friends deserve a good ending.

    CCCP: Ah, the very essence of the Russian space program, eh? Well, I have to say thank you. You fulfilled the first part of my dream, to see man travel into the stars.

    Arion: An impressive steed indeed, but I’ll become a monk before you can get me to mount that horse. I can’t ride, I’m frankly terrible at it.


    Hachiko-Xolotl: Two sides, one rightfully beloved, the other unjustly despised. Once, I’d have said that this is proof of the failings of religion. Now though… it is little more than a showing of the duality of man.


    Shielder(The Ozone Layer): …(Arthur cannot find the words, as whilst there are mythical explanations for the Ozone Layers effects, the fact that the scientific idea of the ozone layer has been summoned is… shocking, to say the least.)


    Michelangelo Buonarroti: The great artist in the body of the renaissance man? It was weird enough to have Da Vinci be a little girl, but now to have this grumpy old git stomping around?! Can I have one, normal, creatively inclined heroic spirit to talk too?


    Hassan of The Blessed Fists: It is the nature of humanity to change and progress. However, to go from an assassin to a boxer… Well, it’s certainly a career shift.






    Existence Outside the Domain: EX

    Clarke in this incarnation is, through his own machinations, an entity that no longer resides within the Human Domain. Unlike many foreigners, who come from strange domains like the control of Outer Gods, that are completely divorced from humanity, or those who draw from the vastness of Space that resides outside of humanity's grasp, he exists within the vastness of time. Specifically, the future.

    The future, in truth, is a vast expanse of possibility. It is a plane where the certain and impossible coexist. The human idea of probability, and most likely outcome, matters little, as the only law that holds domain over this world is that of 'what if?' If it can be conceptualised as 'what if?', then it exists here. Even with his more technological focus of the future due to a certain entity's interference, a fraction of infinity is still infinity. And that which is infinite, is forever beyond human comprehension.

    Hmm, I’m not really surprised. Our prior adventures kinda proved that it’s really hard to live in the future.

    It does certainly take a… different outlook. I’ll give you that much. But… it is beautiful. A terrifying beauty, but a beauty nonetheless.

    Divinity: C

    The skill that shows one's aptitude for being a divine spirit. At its highest ranks, it shows that one has the capacity to sit upon the Throne of Gods. It allows one to bypass certain protections as well, especially those granted by one's faith and religious beliefs.

    A normal man like Arthur C. Clarke should never have any iota of this skill. Yet, the interference of what is best described as a machine god of life and death has boosted this skill massively from the small fragments Clarke would usually have. As an agent of this being, he could be described as a demi-god. But, due to Clarke’s hatred for his benefactor, it drops to its current rank.

    …but how? I’ve met a lot of servants, but this… this doesn’t really have a precedent.

    Believe me, circumstances are strange… and it should never be this way. But it’s beyond my power to rid myself of any more of it.

    Item Creation: A+

    Normally, a skill of the Caster class that shows one's capability in crafting magical artefacts. Arthur still possesses this skill despite being of the wrong class due to part of his existence being the very stories he created. This means he is capable of creating things, although not to the extent of his Caster form.

    Whilst his creations are scientific in nature rather than magical, Arthur is nonetheless capable of creating vastly futuristic technology that exists within the various futures he has experienced. His capabilities are best summarised as being able to create anything that magecraft can, as science is the other side of the same coin. Furthermore, he is capable of producing these constructs at such a high speed that he could even use this skill in battle, although with a bit of a cap on his maximum complexity.

    Careful, Fujimaru. Yes, I can make some powerful things to aid us, but don’t grow to rely on things you can’t understand. It’ll be the death of you when the time comes that you need to know to survive.

    I understand, Arthur. I truly do. But… I have no choice. Our circumstance means that we have little choice but to use what we can get our hands on, and worry about the problems later.

    Agent of the Singularity: B+

    The interference of a Beast leaves its mark, especially so when that Beast wishes for the effects to be obvious. As the Beast of Innovation is the one responsible for this mark, Clarke has received a weakened variant of the Nega-Progress skill.

    Agent of the Singularity allows Clarke a measure of resistance to effects that are created from the ingenuity of man. From magecraft, to technology, all things that find their roots in the progress of humanity find it difficult to latch on to Clarke. However, as this is not the true Nega-Progress, it is completely useless in the face of Noble Phantasms. Furthermore, it does not distinguish between friend or foe, inhibiting assistive effects just as much as harmful ones.

    Furthermore, if the effect is purely technology based, it has an even more difficult time latching on to Clarke.

    There is really more going on than we know, isn’t there?

    As I am led to believe, this is seemingly the case more often than not for Chaldea. But yes, we seemingly have a Beast for a benefactor.

    Well, it wouldn’t be the first time, even if I don’t like it.

    You are not alone in that, master.





    Clarke’s Law(Second): EX

    A skill that is unique to Clarke, and acts as a crystallisation of his famous three laws. Within each form of the author, this skill changes to fit the law that best fits the existence of Clarke. Within his Foreigner form, that is the second law, the idea of stepping into the impossible, to view the full breadth of possibility.

    Through this, Clarke can gain such deep insight into the world around him that it even allows him to express levels of clairvoyance. Arthur can even use it to find out details about other Heroic Spirits, functionally gaining a level of true name discernment. However, this can be avoided by the other Hero succeeding a luck check. Furthermore, abilities that make the impossible possible, such as Pioneer of the Stars, or Paradox type Noble Phantasms, interfere with the accuracy of the information provided when they are involved.

    Hehe, why am I not surprised. Of course one of the most quoted things you ever said would show up in your saint graph.

    Well, I’d say it’s specifically my third law that is quoted, but nonetheless, you are right.

    Evolution(Post Human): A+

    A skill that can be considered a derivative of the shapeshifting skill, although it is more limited in application. In exchange for this, it grants greater advantages. This skill allows its user to take on evolved forms, gaining the weaknesses and strengths. At higher ranks, this is even able to grant new skills and parameters based on the forms. This variation is limited to beings who would evolve from humans.

    Clarke, as an entity who exists within the future, on top of consistently writing about them in life, is capable of taking on a massive variety of post-human forms. However, he is limited to only those forms that stem from technological advancement, due to the interference of a certain entity. These forms include things like the one hundred A-Ray species of a certain future, or the energy beings often featured in media.

    Furthermore, by existing in an environment that the form has been created in response to, the forms granted effects are further boosted as long as they are in this area.

    With how much you wrote about future humanity, I’m not surprised. Did you ever actually write with modern humans at the front?

    A few times, but for the most part, my fictional writings focused on what could be, rather than what was… even if my current reality caused a few odd technologies in my works. Vacuum tubes in satellites, what was I thinking?

    Childhood’s End: B

    A skill that can be called a variation of psionic powers. This skill grants Arthur a form of technopathy, allowing him to easily control and dominate most machines. Furthermore, these controlled pieces of tech begin to overflow with the psionic energy that controls them, allowing Clarke to offensively use this psionic energy as a mental poison. Whilst it cannot be stopped by any form of poison resistance, mental protections do counter it.

    His benefactor gave him a way to dominate technology, but Clarke chose to reformat it. Utilising one of his most famous stories as a base, he changed the basis of the technopathy to be psionic. However, due to the crude nature of the process, more energy is used than needed. However, this has proven to be a boon because of other concepts connected to the story he used.

    A skill that should never have existed.

    What do you mean by that, Arthur?

    …to have this, I broke something. The parts… I can’t get rid of them, but I can choose not to repair them.

    Ah, noted.

    Sunstorm: B+

    All that remains of Clarke’s previous Noble Phantasm, A Time Odyssey. The name of this skill is pulled from the second book in the series, as it best describes the effect that it provides. With much of the time manipulation powers of the Noble Phantasm used elsewhere, only the negentropy aspects remain.

    The skill decreases the energy of anything that passes through a barrier surrounding Clarke, redirecting the lost energy into the timeline, subtly pushing back the eventual heat death of the universe. The longer the energy is within the barrier, the more is redirected. This will only decrease the damage of the attack if it is directly tied with the energy of an attack, making a bullet harmless, but requiring him to still avoid a poison coated bullet. Avoiding such things is easier when energy is striped, as it does slow it down some.

    Due to where this skill finds its roots, attacks that find their root in the sun are affected more prominently than any other type of attack.

    Oh! I read that one! Wasn’t one of the main things making a shield to defend against the sun's ejection?

    Indeed, and so it gains it’s name. All the more fitting since the Firstborn did it to try stave off the big rip.





    Gifts Given Before their Time
    Vanamonde

    Anti-World: A+
    Range: 1~99
    Max Number of Targets: 1

    A Noble Phantasm created through crafting together multiple pieces, it is a Phantasm completely unique to this incarnation of Arthur C. Clarke, crafted by his own hands. Vanamonde is a constantly active Noble Phantasm that manifests as a field around Arthur, one he can expand from barely a centimeter off of his body, to the area of a standard city block.

    All none sapient things within this field begin to undergo a rapid evolution, as temporal anomalies begin to develop the area to best match a future possibility of Clarke’s choice. These futures, much like Clarke’s Evolution skill, are limited to ones that can be created by human technology. However, this is still a huge range, as Clarke could create any terrain from a high tech city right out of a science fiction blockbuster, to a recreation of the conditions found on Jupiter.

    Whilst the speed of the evolution is just as controllable as the range of effect, it can be turned up to a high enough pace that this Phantasm can work as a potent battlefield control ability, allowing Arthur to change any terrain to his advantage. Furthermore, his precision with the elements of the future he creates is enough that he can use the field like a mobile factory to produce advanced technologies for use, ranging from large scale fortifications, to small, handheld gadgetry.

    Probably the greatest part of this Noble Phantasm's effects is that it can even occur within territories controlled by other people, supplanting their own creations. This goes so far as to be able to affect the internal world of a Reality Marble. However, here, unlike with most terrains, a special rule occurs.

    This special rule applies to the normal world as well. This is the fact that the updates that Arthur creates must be maintained by a constant flow of magical energy. If this connection were to be cut, the World would slowly revert all changes that Clarke made to the base stats. This reversion is at about the same rate as the medium pace of the evolution.

    Being within a Reality Marble, or being released from one, is one such way to cut off the connection forcibly, meaning that everything will slowly revert to normal, unless Clarke manages to re-forge a connection by revisiting the area before it disappears. If it does disappear, he must start from scratch.

    Made by you? But didn’t you say that your new noble phantasm was given to you by Azazel?

    Yes, but… it is dangerous. A harm to friend and foe alike, with no regard to any human life. I hope, master, that you must never see the true form that was given to me. That abomination deserves to stay shattered.

    I… understand Arthur. Please just know, we may need it one day.

    …yes, master.


    Evolution Beyond the Definition of Man
    Technology Epoch

    Anti-Human Order EX
    Range: 70
    Max Number of Targets: ???

    The original form of Vanamonde, the Noble Phantasm granted to Clarke by the Beast of Innovation. It is a magnificent Phantasm, crafted from the power of the Clarke Event, and much of the time altering power of his original Noble Phantasm, with a final addition of the probability shifting power of Time’s Arrow. Clarke’s body is actually the sealed form of this Noble Phantasm, allowing Clarke to exist in the present.

    Its powers in its sealed state are much the same as that of Vanamonde, however the changed terrain begins to disappear as soon as it is outside Clarke’s area, and is incapable of affecting the inside of Reality Marbles or extremely powerful artificial territories.

    When the true name of this Noble Phantasm is released however, a massive shift occurs. Rather than being able to control what type of environment is produced, a single environment is produced at a vastly greater speed. This environment is a world of terrifying harmony, as within it every scientific apocalypse exists simultaneously as features of the natural landscape.

    Bio-mechanical plant life gives off incredibly deadly engineered pathogens, the landscape is nourished and maintained by self replicating microtechnology right out of the grey goo scenario. In summary, no part of this landscape is suitable to human existence, let alone habitation. It is an eldritch world of technology, whose intricacies are beyond human comprehension, and of which the particularities and adaptations required to exist are divorced from humanity to such a degree, that no human could ever reach the correct solution whilst still maintaining their current state of existence.

    It is perhaps a strange blessing then, that the greatest change to the Noble Phantasm allows them a way to exist here. The field is now able to change sapient creatures as well, acting like a technological virus that slowly changes the being that is affected. Whilst supernatural entities take a greater amount of time, none are unaffected whilst in the field.

    The alien changes that are forced upon those affected are so strange to the alien mind, that the new sensations they experience can be considered a mental attack, causing damage to the mind of the one affected for every second they are felt. Barring those with inhuman will, or protections, all that finish the transformation are mentally destroyed. However, whether they maintain their mind or not does not matter, as all beings created and changed by the field are slaved to the will of those that created it. In this case, Arthur C. Clarke, and ultimately, the Beast of Innovation.

    Even when this Noble Phantasm is once more sealed, the changes remain. Outside of being physically eradicated, the new terrain will continue to exist without maintenance. In fact, the environment is self maintaining and updating, to the point that it will slowly adapt to counter anything that tries to harm or change it.

    Those are the full details of what I was given. Do you see now, master.

    I do. A last stand power, and even then an option at the bottom of the list. Thank you, Arthur.

    No, thank you, master. It is nice not to bear this knowledge alone.





    Arthur finds himself as one who functions quite well in a prepared fight, as well as a surprise one. Due to the effects of his Clarke's Law skill, it is relatively easy to gather information on his opponent. If Clarke has time to prepare, he will decide on a form that has the most advantages, and evolve into that, and use his Noble Phantasm to prepare an area that is both disadvantageous to the opponent and advantageous to his form. However, as useful as these preparations can be, the mana cost of maintaining the area can make it difficult if the fight doesn’t occur soon after its creation.

    In the scenario of a surprise fight, he will do the same as a prepared, although he will have to delay the opponent long enough for the environment he wishes to create to form to a level of minimum help. Once that is done, he will continue to operate as normal. Such operational standards go as follows.

    Clarke will attempt to specialise in ranged combat, with a few instances of hit and run style close combat. This is so as to get the greatest benefit of his Sunstorm skill possible by increasing the distance any attacks have to travel, and so having to spend the maximum time possible within his field.

    To help prevent his opponent from approaching him, he will also begin to create other mechanisms in the environment and using Childhood’s End to control them, attempting to infect the opponent with his psionic poison. Finally, he will wield a variety of armaments he would create before the fight, only producing things like enhancers or ammunition during the fight.

    If the event happens where his true Noble Phantasm is required, he will begin a suicide attack, in which he will try destroy everything within the area, before either sealing the Noble Phantasm, or breaking it, causing everything he has created to rapidly advance till self destruction, before his own body is destroyed and he will be returned to the future, where he will most likely return to the Throne of Heroes.





    A vast landscape of dissonant scenes, with forts of stone and mortar set beside skyscrapers of glass and steel. Night and day are little more than one more feature of the landscape, like the mountains or mechanical animals. The future in which Clarke resides, the place he calls the land of Mir.

    This… this is where I exist normally. A world one step from the present, and yet infinitely removed. I would have loved to show you its wonders, but… I can’t. Not in this form, or at least, not right now.

    Yes, movement through time has been made… difficult thanks to more recent events. Perhaps once this is all over, you’ll get the chance.

    Quite optimistic master, not even an if. Are you sure we won’t be stopped early, fall short?

    Never. You’ll come to see, Arthur, that this isn’t our first rodeo. There is no if. We will succeed, of that I guarantee it.

    Alright master, I’ll trust your judgement.


    Legible Version

    First Ascension

    Second Ascension

    Third Ascension



    Foreigner of the Future

    Class: Foreigner
    Other Class: Caster, Watcher
    True Name: Sir Arthur Charles Clarke
    Titles: Prophet of the Space Age, King of Hard Science Fiction
    Alignment: Lawful Good
    Region of Origin: United Kingdom

    Height: Variable
    Weight: Variable
    Gender: Male
    Birthday: 16 December
    Likes: Space Travel, Futurism, Researching the Supernatural
    Dislikes: Religion, Capitalism, Regression
    Talents: Science Fiction Writing, Diving, Physics and Mathematics
    Armaments: Various High Tech Weapons

    Parameters:
    Strength: D
    Endurance: D
    Agility: E
    Mana: B
    Luck: D
    Noble Phantasm: EX





    Sir Arthur C Clarke, one of the big three authors of science fiction in the late 20th century. A great proponent of the future of humanity and a man even referred to as the prophet of the space age. However, he, like any other man of the modern world, was not born great, he worked for it.

    Born in Somerset, England, Arthur was fascinated with science and the future of humanity from a young age. Books like the First and Last Man, the Conquest of Space and the magazine Amazing Stories served as some of his very first inspirations. Even in his teens, he was already contributing to science by contributing to Urania, the journal for the Junior Astronomical Association, of which he was a member.

    Pausing parts of his academic studies at the outbreak of world war 2, Arthur served as part of the RAF as a radar specialist. He played a part in the development of the GCA radar, which served as a major part of later activities that occurred after the war, such as the Berlin Airlift. At the same time, Clarke began to have his first couple science fiction stories released in various fanzines.

    Post war, he would go on to achieve a first class degree in mathematics and physics from King’s College London. With this under his belt, Arthur began his work in contributing to the scientific field in earnest, with his contributions going so far as to have the Geostationary Orbit be named after him with the Clarke orbit, and some of his work being used to help convince President John F. Kennedy that it was possible to go to the moon.

    All the while, Clarke’s science fiction writing didn’t slow down. He released his first professional work, Loophole, was published in 1946, and just two years later, two of his most influential works would take their first form. Against the Fall of Night, which would be the first view into some concepts he’d come to vastly expand upon, and the Sentinel, which would serve as the inspiration for his most famous series. Space Odyssey.

    Despite the accolades Arthur would get from his home country, he actually would live most of his life in Sri Lanka, moving there in 1956 when it was still known as Ceylon. During his time here, he would take up a third field of work on top of those of Science and Science-Fiction. He would begin diving.

    These dives would lead him to start a diving school and company, but most notably would lead him to finding lost parts of the Koneswaram Temple that had sunk underwater. He, and his friend Mike Wilson, who discovered it with him, were able to reclaim ancient lost artefacts that were reinstalled in the remaining temple.

    Throughout his life, he’d continue to contribute to all these fields, while forming close relations with various other notable people, such as the other members of the Big Three, and C.S. Lewis. Furthermore, whilst he was married, it only lasted for a few months before they separated. He would spend much of the rest of his life alongside a Sri Lankin man, Leslie Ekanayake, which came as little surprise to most who knew him, as they new of his homosexuality.

    However, this would cause a small spot of controversy around the time he was to be knighted, as due to a defamatory article by the British newspaper, the Sunday Mirror, which claimed he had solicited young boys, he asked for it to be postponed till he was proved innocent. Once such occurred, he was successfully knighted, and chose not to sue for defamation.

    Clarke’s death would be foreshadowed by a few hours by a record-setting gamma-ray burst. This burst, proposed to be named the Clarke Event, represented the death of one of the very first stars of the universe. A fitting event, for the death of one of the greatest contributors to Science Fiction to ever live.

    As a servant, Arthur’s forms follow closely to a combination of his three laws, and three types of mystery, as well as his three main novel series.

    His Watcher form follow the first of these, those being:
    When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.(Clarke’s Laws)
    Something that was once utterly baffling but is now completely understood, e.g. a rainbow.(Clarke’s Types of Mystery)
    A Space Odyssey

    In this form, he is truly Clarke the scientist, using things like his connection to the Geostationary satellite and GCA radar, as well as the power of one of the oldest observers of the universe in the ancient star whose GBR first became visible to Earth hours before his passing.

    His second form, and that which he is currently summoned in, is his Foreigner
    The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.(Clarke’s Law)
    Something that is currently not fully understood and can be in the future.(Clarke’s Types of Mystery)
    A Time Odyssey

    Taking his own advice, Clarke utilises the power of the works of science fiction and the Clarke Event to separate himself from the human domain of the present, and into the impossible infinity of the future. Through this, all technology and feats of engineering that will ever come into his grasp. However, residing within the future has changed him from a being of the y-axis to one of the x-axis.

    His final form, Caster, is unsurprisingly connected to what remains:
    Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.(Clarke’s Law)
    Something of which we have no understanding(Clarke’s Types of Mystery)
    Rama

    One may think it odd that these two, seemingly contradictory parts, make up the basis of a very technological Caster. However, it is explained through an odd form of logic. Technology is only indistinguishable from magic so long as it is advanced enough compared to our current standing. If it does not seem like magic, it is no longer sufficiently advanced. Therefore, something that will never be fully understood, is technology that will never not be magic. It is through this odd course of logic and the empowerment of science fiction authors that Arthur finds his immense power in tech beyond all comprehension.





    In life, and in most summoning's, Clarke is a man who can easily be described as progressive. However, as a Foreigner, he is better described as progress incarnate. As a man who is burdened by the constant knowledge of the future reality of the human race, he wishes to take any moment he can to bring them closer to that reality, just as he worked in life to open their minds to the possibilities. Whether this is by improving their lives

    This gels with his expanded knowledge of the world, and his traits in life, in a number of odd ways. Whilst his views on things like politics, and the desire for humanity to march forward into a technological utopia remain much the same. However, the knowledge of magecraft, gods and other paranormal phenomena have changed him.

    His distaste for religion has increased to its zenith, knowing far more about the real events of dark events in many religions only serving to solidify his point of view that religious creed being mistaken for morality is the greatest memetic virus ever created. This manifests in the fact that his distaste for religion has grown so much that it will sometimes colour his views of those who believe it, despite how hard he tries to withhold such bias.

    However, knowing of the existence of the supernatural has returned his view of it from hard skepticism to more like his childlike wonder. He finds all things that are beyond the scope of humanity's current capabilities as great symbols to the modern man of what they can become, and has a deep fascination with those that wield power that he is incapable of using in this form.

    Above all else, Clarke is someone who believes in the potential of his fellow man, and wishes to try and highlight the capacity man and its technology has to change the world for the better, just like the better possibilities he has experienced. And this reflects in his treatment of his master, as he tries to push them to be better, and always strive forwards.

    My wish? What other thing could the man who stands on one side of the door want but for others to open it and take the step. I don’t want there to be an impossible, I don’t want to always be one step from them. I want them to be able to take that last step. And I especially don’t want them to need me to do it. I want the locked door of magic to be thrown wide open!





    Existence Outside the Domain: EX

    Clarke in this incarnation is, through his own machinations, an entity that no longer resides within the Human Domain. Unlike many foreigners, who come from strange domains like the control of Outer Gods, that are completely divorced from humanity, or those who draw from the vastness of Space that resides outside of humanity's grasp, he exists within the vastness of time. Specifically, the future.

    The future, in truth, is a vast expanse of possibility. It is a plane where the certain and impossible coexist. The human idea of probability, and most likely outcome, matters little, as the only law that holds domain over this world is that of 'what if?' If it can be conceptualised as 'what if?', then it exists here.

    Divinity: E-

    The skill that shows one's aptitude for being a divine spirit. At its highest ranks, it shows that one has the capacity to sit upon the Throne of Gods. It allows one to bypass certain protections as well, especially those granted by one's faith and religious beliefs.

    A normal man like Arthur C. Clarke should never have any iota of this skill. However, due to a unique combination of his contact with divine artefacts, his status as a resident of the future, and his pantheistic beliefs have come together to grant him this rank. Really, it should be a bit higher, as the first two parts of the perfect storm that grants this skill would cause. It is actually those same pantheistic beliefs that keep it this low.

    Item Creation: A

    Normally, a skill of the Caster class that shows one's capability in crafting magical artefacts. Arthur still possesses this skill despite being of the wrong class due to part of his existence being the very stories he created. This means he is capable of creating things, although not to the extent of his Caster form.

    Whilst his creations are scientific in nature rather than magical, Arthur is nonetheless capable of creating vastly futuristic technology that exists within the various futures he has experienced. His capabilities are best summarised as being able to create anything that magecraft can, as science is the other side of the same coin. However, that is with endless time. Within realistic restraints, he is much the equal of beings like Leonardo Da Vinci, but falls short of the capabilities of Archimedes or Paracelsus.





    Clarke’s Law(Second): EX

    A skill that is unique to Clarke, and acts as a crystallisation of his famous three laws. Within each form of the author, this skill changes to fit the law that best fits the existence of Clarke. Within his Foreigner form, that is the second law, the idea of stepping into the impossible, to view the full breadth of possibility.

    Through this, Clarke can gain such deep insight into the world around him that it even allows him to express levels of clairvoyance. Arthur can even use it to find out details about other Heroic Spirits, functionally gaining a level of true name discernment. However, this can be avoided by the other Hero succeeding a luck check. Furthermore, abilities that make the impossible possible, such as Pioneer of the Stars, or Paradox type Noble Phantasms, interfere with the accuracy of the information provided when they are involved.

    Evolution(Post Human): EX

    A skill that can be considered a derivative of the shapeshifting skill, although it is more limited in application. In exchange for this, it grants greater advantages. This skill allows its user to take on evolved forms, gaining the weaknesses and strengths. At higher ranks, this is even able to grant new skills and parameters based on the forms. This variation is limited to beings who would evolve from humans.

    Clarke, as an entity who exists within the future, on top of consistently writing about them in life, is capable of taking on a massive variety of post-human forms. Furthermore, whist he is more partial to those that would come about through science, Clarke is capable of accessing evolved forms of humanity that stem from the supernatural, thanks to being an unbiased entity of the future.

    Time’s Arrow: D+

    A special variation of the Malefactor skill. Unlike that skill, which allows the user to negatively affect the possibilities of anything around them, this skill is more limited. Time’s Arrow is only able to be used to manipulate the probabilities connected to those who have disturbed the flow of time. Whether through paradox, or time travel, only these beings become subject to its effects. However, in exchange for this specialisation, the bearer of this skill is able to manipulate the probabilities to a greater extent than a Malefactor of equivalent rank.

    Due to the first story in which Clarke wrote about time travel, the aptly named Time’s Arrow, Clarke receives a boost when using this skill on those who have travelled backwards in time. In essence, he gains a boost when acting as the executioner of those who are somewhere before their time, just like the story.

    Clarke Event: B

    The Clarke Event was a proposed name for the Gamma Ray Burst that occurred not long before Clarke’s death. Whilst he bore no true connection to the event in life, its connection to his death has made it a pervasive part of Arthur C. Clarke, the servant. Within this class, Clarke used its power to help solidify his status as a being within the future, reducing its power as a skill.

    Within this form, the skill mostly functions as a mana reactor for Clarke, giving the man a form of the Independent Action skill. Alongside this, when active it has similar effects to the Mana Burst(Solar) skill, although much more efficient when used to energise and empower things, rather than as pure bursts of energy.






    Path from What Is, to What If
    A Time Odyssey

    Anti-Timeline: EX
    Range: ???
    Max Number of Targets: ???

    A Noble Phantasm that allows Clarke to move back and forth from the present to the future. It is a necessary thing for Clarke to be able to exist as a servant, as otherwise he would have problems interacting with the present. Whilst this Noble Phantasm is usable without activating its true name, it is limited to only affecting Clarke himself.

    This does not render it’s passive uses trivial though, as it provides a potent anti-paradox defence, and allows Clarke to move vast distances quickly, although the effective range of this second aspect is limited whilst in combat, as the time it would take to calculate the movement in the passive state of the Phantasm for larger movements would leave Clarke vulnerable.

    When the true name is released, time-space will begin to distort into the form of a closed eye. All within the view of the eye when it is opened will be taken from the present, and thrust into the future in which Clarke exists normally.

    This world is an infinite plane, created through the collage of various possibilities that make up its surface. Clarke fondly refers to this place as Mir, the same as the alternate world featured within his Time Odyssey trilogy. Within this world, Clarke will often use the various phenomena occurring to attack, aid, or otherwise affect those he brought here.

    Whilst the only consistent way to escape is to either be released by Clarke, or kicked out when he returns to the present, those who can enact extreme paradoxes, tear at the nature of the World, or move through time themselves can escape.

    Regardless of what it may be used for, the greatest power of the Noble Phantasm is its paradox after effects. As this plane is the future, anything that someone expends here is forever locked in the future. What this means is that, if a mage entered Mir with 150 units of magical energy, and used 50 while they were here, they would be returned with 100 units. However, once returned, they would forever be capped at a maximum number of units of magical energy 50 below what they used to.

    This applies to everything, as these things have been expended outside the proper flow of time, theoretically causing energy to disappear. However, as energy can not be created or destroyed, no new energy would be supplied to replace it, as that would be adding more energy to the system. All this expended energy is invested into the future, unintentionally serving to push back the heat death of the universe.

    Therefore, a paradox in which something that doesn’t exist will be spent in the future is formed, whilst still obeying the law of conservation of energy. Whilst this paradox can be undone, it requires a command of time that should not be humanly possible, or the ability to journey into the future.

    The circumstances of the most recent crisis that Chaldea faces means that this Noble Phantasm has been rendered completely inoperable.


    Developer Notes

    So, I tried to use the Caster Cu method of unusual summoning, in that an outside entity has…. played around with the servant to create the being we interact with. Just, in Clarke’s case, turned up to 13.

    Joke names for skills that didn’t make the cut:
    -Star Mangled Spanner: A gravity warping power that made Clarke’s body act much like a singularity(Inspired by Clarke’s shortest story, the Neutron Tide, which is essentially a two page joke leading up to that punchline.)
    -Crusade: An anti-human ability that vastly improves Clarke’s effectiveness against human and humanoid beings(Inspired by the story of the same name)
    -Sunjammer: Essentially, an agility boost from the sun, as well as a Mana Burst(Sun) skill combined(Story of the same name again)


    Honestly, there’s a lot of Clarke stories I wished I could reference that I ended up deciding not to cause then didn’t fit either the normal forms Time theme, or the altered forms Apocalypse/Time dual thread.


    Yeah, Azazel was maybe not the most inspired name to give the Beast of Innovation as a pseudonym, but I’m going to be honest, it fit way too well for me to be sad about lacking creativity.


    I chose not to connect Foreigner to the Clarke Event as his main reason for the class due to three factors. First, I couldn't find an outer god that I liked enough connected to anything that would cover Gamma Ray Bursts. Second, it conflicted with the idea of him gaining an unknowable entity, as something that I could cook up with his death and the GRB would raise the question of why the Outer God didn’t just remove the Beast's influences. And finally, it just works better with the Watcher form. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to use it.


    Going to be honest, I personally find Deep Space, Stars and what comes from them, and Time to be the three most eldritch things that exist in reality.

    Sheet Comments

    So, this is going to cover every servant posted so far by the end of it. All I'm going to say in this is, whilst I definitely have my favorites, I think every single sheet that has been posted is amazing and so I congratulate you all on a job, very well done.


    James J. Kilroy: Man, I never thought I'd find the old Kilroy joke so entertaining, but you managed it. I really have to say that I love what you did here, making the meme into its own person that is so eager to serve, that it immediately changes gear to be a teacher. And the being a boomer towards other memes... that has got to be the damn cherry on top of the whole thing. Now what are you waiting for? He told you to take the fucking shot.


    Extinction: You know, didn't think you could make a living apocalypse sympathetic. I really love how you fused all the parts together, and whilst I think the original NP was appropriate, I think the current form, with one of the extinction events upgraded in importance, makes far more sense, and comes of a lot better. Regardless, I really do love the entire sheet.


    William Henry Harrison/Zero: You really got me with this one. I started off so sure of how everything was going, and wondering what the unusual summoning would be... and then the collapse came. I think you did a nice job with both sides of the sheet, taking a man with very few things to work with and making some impressive skills from them, and then making that curse... I always love the more ethereal based servants, since you can bend the rules far more with them, and whilst I don't think you took every opportunity, the ones you did were executed perfectly.


    Bäckerhexe Mutter: Hmm, I'm divided on this one. I really like what you did, and the fact that her becoming somewhat self aware of her existence is an intriguing one, and the fact she could be a Beast both intrigues and terrifies me. Yet, I think the sheet isn't as impactful without the context provided by the previous sheets. It's amazing all the same, a bittersweet story that breaks my heart and makes me love her, but if I had only read this sheet, I'm not sure I'd get that as much.


    Snow Queen's Tale: My heart...My heart man! What did I do to deserve being stabbed through so savagely?! You aimed for the stars, and you damn well hit them! I just... I just love this so much, and you succeeded so well at juggling so many different personalities.


    CCCP: ...is it weird to call the communist's space program a good boy? Eh, fuck it. This is a very good boy! Honestly, I just really love the zany idea that makes him up, even if it really does leave me wanting more.

    Arion: An impressive steed indeed, but I’ll become a monk before you can get me to mount that horse. I can’t ride, I’m frankly terrible at it.

    Hachiko-Xolotl: My. Goddamn. Heart! WHY DO YOU DO THIS!? In all seriousness, while the buildup was a bit of a slog, the way you blend together the two characters is so heartwarming, that I struggle to not find myself re-reading it a few times. Throughout, you show great care for both sides of the servant. And even though I wish that he had a second NP like Dante’s wait and hope, the lack of such does not ruin the sheet for me. Fantastic work.

    Shielder(The Ozone Layer): Much like Clarke, I’m somewhat lost for words. I’ve been here a while, admittedly most of it was spent as a lurker, but I’ve seen a number of weird servants. This though? This has got to race head first into my top ten in the very best ways possible. I really love the gentle nature you gave her, and I damn wish this was a summonable servant.

    Michelangelo Buonarroti: Can’t even give him the title of maker of the best David statue, can ya? Really, this is an entertaining sheet, what with you basically dunking on the man constantly throughout, whilst still making a really good sheet. Him having a variation of David’s NP is a fun creation, and I just… I just really find this fun. Can’t say it enough, really.

    Hassan of The Blessed Fists: When I first read this, I was laughing for a solid ten minutes afterwards. It’s lost a little of its punch(heh), but it’s still a really hilarious design. If this is the theme of your Grand Prix sheets, I’m going to have a hell of a time reading them. Really well done.
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    I wonder if this is canonical to your lostbelt series or just a one off. Are you going to do the beast of innovation next?

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    Huh, only just realised that both my Kafka and Egdon Heath sheets would've qualified for this contest (an 'Inverted Foreigner' and a location respectively)

    However, I do think I might be able to sneak in my Catherine Morland profile (who people may remember from Guess-A-Servant), given her unorthodox version of Mad Enhancement on top of, er, certain other things that'll be revealed in the sheet

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    HEY!
    HO!
    STAND UP!
    STAND UP!
    IF
    YOU
    LIKE
    FOOTBALL!

    p
    l a y e r
    ENGLISH GAME
    sport of the people, player of the packed pitc
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    "Alright, all, we ready for this?" / "Clear off. What do you think we're gonna say, I say chaps, suddenly I don't feel ready at all! or some shite?" / "Can you lot reel it in? Gaffer just summoned us and you're already at it." / "What's wrong, ey? Can't handle a little banter before a game? Honestly, the state of you lot down south." / "Lads, please, focus. Everyone in position?" / "Nearly, nearly. Just checking, but we're all still doing the kneeling thing?" / "Course we are, nonce." / "Not sure I fancy hearing the high horse routine from the one what got kicked out of Greggs for being racist." / "Ah... And there everyone goes again..." / "Lads! You're scaring the bairn. ... The actual bairn. Not the rest of us bairns." / "Amazing. We've been summoned five minutes and I've had it up to here with the lot of you already. Now, all together..."

    IT'S COMING HOME!

    A
    LTERNATE CLASS
    Archer / Berserker
    ALIGNMENT
    Chaotic Neutral
    IMAGE VA
    Yonaga Tsubasa / Ono Yuuki / Kishio Daisuke / Kimura Ryohei / Umehara Yuuchirou / Kobayashi Yuusuke / Amasaki Kouhei / Matsuoka Yoshitsugu / Uemura Yuuto / Abe Atsushi / Aoi Shouta
    IMAGE SONG
    Sweet Caroline
    LIKES
    Victory, packed stadiums, cheers, burger vans
    DISLIKES
    Defeat, rain, journalists, each other
    TALENTS
    Ball handling, tackling, footwork, amateur composition
    NATURAL ENEMY
    France, Germany, Brazil

    « Parameters »Parameters
    STR D
    AGI C
    END D
    MAG E
    LUK A
    NP
    C


    « Lore »Lore
    The sport of the English people. Sometimes called football, or association football - at times even erroneously known to lesser minds as soccer - they are Heroic Spirit FOOTY. They are the English Game, a Player-class Servant embodying a national passion as ascended to international reach. Rather than any particular player, they represent rather the game as a whole, the collective experience of any individual who ever enjoyed the sacred art of kicking a ball about for ninety-plus minutes -- which is to say they are, if nothing else, a rowdy bunch.

    Taking the forms of children, whose passion for the game is the most uncorrupted and pure. Carrying the skills of adults, who elevated that passion to a professional level. A starting line-up of eleven phantoms, Saint Graph divided across each of their bodies, able to Substitute in a new phantom if required, they are an oddity among oddities in the rare Player class.

    A sorry excuse for a Servant. A silly idea cobbled-together. An infantile mass of collective national nostalgia. But even so, until the final whistle blows, they reach out to conquer the world.


    « Skills »Skills
    Board Establishment B
    A class skill of Player Servants, Heroic Spirits of Games. Be it the court, the board, the contest hall, the ring, no Player is complete without an area to demonstrate their skills, and this particular Player is no different.

    In the earliest days, the English Game was a sport of the street. With hardly any rules, certainly no notion of structure, it was a game played in the streets, in the fields, between masses of people numbering in the tens if not hundreds. A game played in festivals, in celebrations of faith, in clashes between peers. The men and women of mediaeval England could never have imagined how the game would grow, the audience it would attract, the countless seats up and down the country a simple game of good old Footy could fill.

    Beginning with Goodison Park in 1892, the official list now stands at over hundred dedicated stadiums scattered throughout the whole of England, each and every one a hallowed ground dedicated to the game which, by sheer appeal, propelled itself into the hearts of the masses.

    Allows for the creation of a 「Stadium,」which is superior to a Pitch. While within the bounds of Player’s Stadium, both they and all others gain an intuitive understanding of the rules of football, the expectations regarding sportsmanship, along with the knowledge any infraction against the aforementioned will come with an appropriate penalty. Completely useless as a defensive space, it is instead an area dedicated to exhibiting the beauty of Player and the game they represent, where the cheers of the audience can be heard from anywhere, the seats always have the best view, and the match can be recorded and aired on any nearby electronic device.

    "Eeyar, Everton F.C, crashing in! The Toffees, five times FA Cup winners, great team to play for, great team to support, all that shebang? Devvoed if you don't get the name, Gaffer, but let me get you sorted! Our Stadium here's based on Goodison Park - course it is, when Goodison's the oldest, the best, the very first stadium of its kind, and yours truly's been playing there a solid one-thirty years! All proper boss as place. Hosted the World Cup once, best meat pies you've ever had for scran, cuz yeah, when you're born an Evertonian, not just some Scouser? You know you've got nothing coming but the best."

    Our Spirits Clash! A
    Class skill of Player Servants who, though they earned their fame by rising higher and higher, breaking records and passing pinnacles where others would have let themselves linger, rarely did so alone. No game is complete without an opponent – without an obstacle, without a challenge to strive against. There are Players who fought against themselves, and Players who fought against others, this skill covering the latter.

    In other words, this skill relates to 「rivals,」and to the acquisition thereof. Rivals who push each other to excel, to surpass one another, to avoid being surpassed themselves, allowing for a level of personal growth that would not be possible acting alone. The English Game is one of fierce rivalries, and has been from its outset, in the days where games would be played between neighbouring settlements – one such case enshrined in poetry by Cotton, Burlesque upon the Great Frost. And the modern era is no different. Sunderland and Newcastle, Liverpool and Everton, Man U and Man City – Man U and most of the League, given how many consider them their official rivals – it is the sparks scattered when they meet that urges them ever onward to improve themselves, and the drama at seeing them clash that so moves the crowd.

    Player’s performances naturally inspire competitive urges in onlookers, particularly those with an inclination towards athleticism or shows of skill. Affected individuals will, over time, see a dramatic 「EXP gain multiplier」applied to their training in the game of footy, until they may eventually reach the level of being able to challenge Player themselves. But even then, for each opponent who reaches their level, Player will receive the same multiplier, ensuring they and their rivals will continue to experience constant growth – that the dialogue of fierce, emotional rivalry might carry one forever.

    "Wey aye, Newcastle United centre-front! The Magpies, gots the Toon Army behind us, and every player that went into me was canny like you wouldn't know. Now if you're a clever one, ye'll figure the lot of us are just playing nice for now; I can't stand the sight o' these bastards, and they're propa itching for a fight against me. It's how rivals work, aye? I hate them, they hate me, but at end o' day we all love the Game, and that's how we all come together like this. I'll get geet stronger to knock 'em down when we're done fighting for you, and I divvent believe for a second they're not gonna do the same back."

    English Footy Arts A+++
    An English rationality. A value that measures one's mastery of the athletic craft that made becoming one with the pitch its objective. Its learning difficulty is of the highest level and, unlike other skills, it is at A rank that one is at a level where one is said to have finally 「pulled their finger out.」This is not the footy as practised by children after school on street corners, but the art of football as perfected to a professional level, where its practitioners have proved themselves deserving of standing on an international stage.

    Naturally, there is no singular school of football, a fact Player knows well, for the expertise they display is the assortment of techniques and principles that have been engineered, perfected, and passed down since the game of football began. More than just one skill, English Footy Arts is a composite of these techniques, the high rank proof of Player’s mastery over each and every one of them. A feat only made possible by the phantoms that comprise them.

    「Revie’s Revelry.」
    The playing style employed by Leeds United under manager Don Revie in the 1960s, a coldly pragmatic yet overall brutal approach that disregards sportsmanship in favour of results. All forms of foul play are permitted, from intentionally damaging the pitch before a game to throw the enemy off to acts of outright violence. The style that left one opposing player unconscious in the infamous 1964 Battle of Goodison against Everton, that helped cement them the title of Dirty Leeds.

    "Dirty Leeds, eh? Ta! Guilty as charged - mine'st you, not all that sorry though. You wanna laik a good game of footy back in the day, you had to get your hands dirty. You know ol' Revie, the right gaggler, what he did when everyone was faffing about talking about fair play? He taught the men what went into me how to win, and that's why everyone cheered The Whites back then. A little dip here, little touch here, gettin' real stuck in and rough with it! That's good old Northern power for you."

    「Gegenpress.」
    The heavy metal playing style, a German import employed by Liverpool after Jurgen Klopp became manager following a period of sharp decline. Literally meaning to counter-press, it is the art of the counter-counter-attack, aiming to swarm and overwhelm the opponent the moment they manage to breach one’s defences, a strategy made possible through their lightning-fast play. The style that best embodies defence through offence, aggression as protection, that saw Liverpool named Europe's Entertainers.

    "Way back when Kloppers first walked in, yeah? Didn't get what he was chatting on about at all, but now -- now the old man's still supporting us lot. He taught us how to work like a family, like a great big clock where all the gears fit together just right. I'm tellin ye, the team comes first, we all get stuck in together, and move like our minds are all in sync. That's how I can get along with this bunch of soft lads and whoppers, you know? 'Cause it's what old Kloppers would want to see from me. That's why here in Liverpool, we'll never walk alone."

    「Parking the Bus.」
    A somewhat pejorative term for play that betrays football’s nature as a spectator sport, discarding any sense of spectacle for an ultra-wide focus on defence. Allowing the opponent any number of advantages, yet denying them the opportunity to press them, until such time as a chance to mount a swift counter-attack presents itself. A style that has no single source – however, the term itself was coined in reference to the style employed by Chelsea under Jose Mourinho, and few matched their expertise in this field.

    "Cheer me on through the sun and rain, 'cause Chelsea is my name! Some folks say I only started getting good when all the Russian cash came in, and me fans are a load of plastics - and I say bollocks to the lot of them! I'm the famous CFC, the one who keeps the flag flying high! Bus-parking's not the most exciting way to play, I'll give you that, but it means you've gotta hold the line -- you've only got to mess it up once, and then they've scored, and there's not a sausage of a chance you can do anything about it. So start cheering the lot of you! 'Cause Chelsea is my name, and football is my game!"

    「Fergie’s Formula.」
    The style employed by Manchester United under the great Alex Ferguson. Less a direct style, it is closer to a philosophy, emphasising the importance of adaptability. By being prepared for an array of possibilities, it becomes possible to switch tactics on the fly depending on the situation, while training for these different situations ensures the process of adapting becomes second nature. More than anything, this is a style that stresses one must win, never acknowledging the possibility of defeat, for the team that won thirteen English league titles.

    "I'm United, and I do what I want!We can get the faffing about introducing me part over with dead quick, right Gaffer? Man United, the team what gets everyone excited, most famous footy team on the planet, won more than anyone else in England, everyone else is bobbins in comparison -- and we're done! I'm the one what everyone's mad fer. Sir Fergie wasn't just a coach to me, he made me what I am today, and I owe him another thirteen victories at least before he goes and tops it. Hear that, the lot of you?! Any you scruffs who show me up on the pitch out there can do one, swear down! And one last thing, while we're chatting away... Can't help noticing a certain bunch of slappers didn't make the main eleven. Isn't it sad, Man City?"

    「Wengerball.」
    The style displayed by Arsenal while they were coached by the legendary Arsene Wenger. It is, in a sense, the ultimate expression of what football can be, not just a sport, but an artform; Wengerball aims to score goals, yes, but the most spectacular goals imaginable. With intricate passes utilising the entire team, requiring precise footwork and exceptional faith between players, the ball is carried from the pitch to the back of the net in a way that inspires awe in the spectators, with 45 seconds of cautious possession suddenly leading to a few seconds of footballing genius. The style that made its creator one of the few men honoured to have a school of footy bearing his name.

    "Ohh to be a Gunner! Here in Arsenal, we don't need any fancy way to let people know we're the best team to join up with. Just like you can watch us go, and you know there's only one Arsene Wenger. You've got some big boots to fill you have, Gaffer! Bloke was an artist, and his heart'll never leave us. When you hear the crowds cheer, when you see the looks on the other team's faces when the ball hits the back of the net, it's like you can feel he's still with us! And that's why whatever the weather, the Gunners are forever!"

    And of course other, more fundamental skills are part of Player’s toolbox, all the abilities necessary to serve as footy personified. Aesthetics of the Cross-Pitch Spurt, Marksmanship (Goal), Victory Resides in the Head(er), Knowledge of Onside and Offside, Combination (Eleven Wankers on the Green), and so on. The dramatic displays of supernatural effects that can be seen while they play – with the ball at times catching fire or producing barriers or simply travelling on an impossible flight path – can be considered a demonstration of their ability, footy elevated to the level of Magecraft.


    "Allez, allez, allez! Aston Villa, reporting in, the Villains from the Villa! I'm a storied team, with a great long legacy... Which makes me a touch more mature than the rest of the chaps I'm sharing a Saint Graph with, if you hadn't noticed. With Prince Willy and you, Gaffer, backing me up, I figured someone here had to have a bit of class about them. Mind you, not even I'm sure why just being the best at footy world-wide lets us do all these magic tricks. Dramatic effect, maybe? Or to make our combat animations more fun to watch? You know, kind of like how the localisers are making us speak this shite-sounding「Bri'ish」when in the original nihongo it's 群馬弁? ... This is the part where you say 「U wot m8?"

    Incitement (Yobbo) A
    A Skill that functions as a means to lead the citizens and the masses through gestures in words, when directed against a specific individual it can be considered a sort of mental attack. Especially, when employed against an individual, it functions as a sort of mental attack. And directing the wilder, more base will of the masses is a ploy English Game knows all too well.

    The history of English hooliganism, after all, is a story intertwined with that of English football itself, stretching back again to the 13th century, and the efforts of two kings to ban the game over fears regarding the unruly behaviour of its fans. The connection runs so deep that in the 20th century, European media took to terming the condition the English Disease. Random assaults, widespread brawls, acts of arson, destruction of private property, drunken hordes on the streets – and this is what happens when one’s team wins. Few can forget the bodies beaten to a pulp left behind by organised hooligan firms, those of West Ham and Millwal most infamous among them.

    For their connection to this great common commotion, Player can inspire it in others. Merely from watching them play, anyone moved by the sight may find the seed of tribalism planted in their heart. A sudden increase in one’s propensity to violence, directed at Player’s enemies, knowing beyond measure just how important it is to show that their
    side is superior. Falling prey to this effect while in Player’s Stadium can render even the most mild-mannered crowd a crazed mob in a mere ninety minutes. Yes, indeed. A good game of footy can stir the masses far better than any politician.

    "Hee hee! The Irons are here, forever blowing bubbles! West Ham United, Gaffer, here to entertain. The eternal underdog, the bloke whose matches are the wildest, most energetic, most violent around! That's just how grand old footy is, see. My fans are loyal cause they get it. Footy gets you real deep, down there in yer heart, way better than the poncy lot in Parliament does. It hits summat nice and... yeah. primal in you, see, summat that knows it wants your lot to win and the other lot to lose, and if you've gotta knock em about a bit after the match is over, then-- Rrk!"


    "Ugh, anyone remember why we let that prat on? Sorry about him, Gaffer, and Tottenham Hotspurs reporting in, the boy from White Hart Lane. But aye, a good game of football's something magical. It's why I play it the way I do; I'll let a hundred goals pass me by if I can score a hundred and one right back, and the crowd loves it. Cheer like mad, the lot of them do, crazy bastards. I'm a grand old team, playing a grand old game. It's a grand old game to play, and a grand old game to see. It's a fucking privilege is what it is."

    Giant Killer (Dream) B
    Refers not to the slaying of giants, but rather「Giant Killing,」the phenomenon wherein an established, championship team is suddenly taken down by a relative unknown. The David and Goliath story, the classic underdog effect, and if there’s one thing the British media adores, it is an underdog in football. Backing a team with the odds set against them to the point of absurdity is almost a national indulgence. Accordingly, when set against an opponent who utterly outclasses them on every conceivable level, Player’s parameters will undergo a drastic increase, giving them the strength they require to pull off an 「impossible」 win.

    … 「Impossible」being the right word, more often than not. Despite how often the idea was bandied about, the public gossiping as to how exciting it would be if last year’s champions fell to a washed-up bunch who haven’t won anything in the better part of a decade – upsets of this level hardly ever occur. Teams like Newcastle or Everton or Tottenham Hotspurs have been proclaimed unexpected dark horses only to find themselves swiftly defeated so many times it becomes an absurdity. While it is precisely because such events are rare that Giant Killing is so exciting, the British public from whom Player derives their power have long since internalised the idea 「it would be interesting if that happened, but it probably won’t.」While their parameters may appear to increase under the effects of this skill, in actuality this is an illusion. A paper tiger, waiting to see if the opponent will call their bluff.

    —However. Even if it’s unlikely, even if it’s nonsensical, even if it’s ridiculous to believe in a miracle, people do still believe, because miracles do still occur. Man U bringing down the Portuguese, Nottingham Forest against the Germans, yes, and the greatest story of all, Leicester City's meteoric rise from the bottom to the top against 5000-1 odds. When the chips are down, when hope seems so far out of reach, there still exists the possibility of victory, however small it may be. And in times like that, a skill with seemingly no use shows its true power. For the briefest moment, Player’s parameters all shoot
    straight up to A – just long enough for them to have a single shot at scoring a comeback.

    "L-Leicester City here! You know, Lineker's team, the Foxes? This is my first time on the starting line-up, but I promise I won't let anyone down! Not you, Gaffer, or the rest of the lads, not after they invited me along. Do you know my motto, Gaffer? If you smile, the whole world smiles with you... I can still remember everyone's faces, everyone's voices, when I won the League for the first time. And that's why! I swear, everyone's hopes, everyone's feelings -- I'll gather them in these legs of mine, and send them straight to the back of the net! I promise, I'll... wait, uh. Lads? Why are you all. Groaning?"


    « Noble Phantasm »Noble Phantasm
    Weihnachtsfrieden
    Play About the Ploughshare, Put Away the Sword
    Rank D
    Anti-Army

    The Western Front. 1914. World War One. Christmas Day.
    The day a 「miracle」took place.
    The day that, in the middle of the most terrible war the west had ever seen, there was peace.
    The day English and German troops alike left the trenches, crossed into No-Man’s Land, met face-to-face…
    And played footy.
    Such is the story of the 「Christmas Truce.」
    Tomorrow, the guns would fly again.
    It was a peace that could only last for a day.
    And yet, all the same, it was beautiful.

    A shining example of the English Game’s capacity to bring people together, one that for all their warring ways, they cannot help but to cling to. Because more than any other in the history of football, this may be the moment most worth recreating.

    At any time within their Stadium, Player can deploy this Noble Phantasm, creating an area of non-aggression. A space where conflict is, just for a little while, put on hold, so people can enjoy simpler things. Like, yes of course, a good game of football. This is not a coercive effect Player has no capacity to forcibly influence others to put aside their differences to play, and even if they did, they would not use it. The Christmas Truce was meaningful precisely because those soldiers laid down their arms purely of their own accord, and so it is the same here. A purely voluntary agreement, to set aside violence for a single day. All those who agree will find their ability to take offensive action sealed for twenty-four hours, and their bloodlust directed to recreational pursuits. Meanwhile Player's Stadium will attempt to eject any who would assault those under this Noble Phantasm's effect, preserving to the best of Player's ability the sanctity of that scene, the most touching game of football ever played. Probably.

    "Christ alive, anyone want to explain why we've got a fucking Kraut name on our Nobbly Phas?"
    "Because the Jerries won the match on Christmas that day, prolly. Load of bollocks if you ask me."
    "Funny, that. I don't think anyone did."
    "Either way, if we meet a German who asks, we all know what to do, right lads?"
    "Course we do, doughnut. All together..."
    "TWO WORLD WARS AND ONE WORLD CUP, DOO-DAH, DOO-DAH!"

    It's Coming Home
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    Anti-Army
    「It's coming home」

    「It's coming home」
    「It's coming」
    FOOTBALL'S COMING HOME

    A promise that will not be forgotten. The crystallisation of a vow that exists deep within the spirit of the English people. The sworn belief that, one day, the English Game will return victoriously to their land of origin, heads held high, in spite of so many jokes and sneers. The knowledge that even through thirty years of hurt, when so many seem certain England will throw it all away, the jewels of the English people remain still gleaming. They will never stop dreaming. Maybe it will be a miracle save, maybe it will be a goal in the last minute of the game, maybe something no-one could have possibly imagined, one day it will be now as it was then, and how the masses will cheer,「England have done it!」

    This is the strongest and most majestic show of football prowess that symbolises the English Game. As that which can be called the physical actualization of their ideals and the symbol of their heroism, it is their greatest and most powerful Noble Phantasm. Forged not by gods but by men, deep in the core of a million souls, using the wishes of the spectators as its basis. For every year they haven't yet claimed victory, for every crestfallen sigh when the scores come through, for every hopeless bet at the bookies, for every wasted drop of blood or sweat, for every footballer whose spirit helped comprise the phantom-amalgam Heroic Spirit Player, this Noble Phantasm only grows in strength. The longer the time that has passed since England's last victory, the greater the power, hence this incredibly-high rank.

    And in one magnificent swoop, all those accumulated wishes can be unleashed at once. A beam, a blast, a single, almighty kick. A great, magnificent show of football prowess that bears the concept of 「he shoots, he scores!」

    "JEWELS REMAIN STILL GLEAMING, YEAH!"
    "Actually, though most people don't know this, the line is 'Jules Rimet.'"
    "And he turns out to be a swot. Is anyone shocked?"
    "Lads, everyone, wait! I... I need everyone to look at this!"
    ...
    "Football... came home already? But... But it's the lasses, right? What does this mean for us?"
    "The lot of you, reel it in, and calm down. All we have to do is... Oh, piss it."


    UPDATE

    It's Coming Home
    Three Lions on a Shirt of Promised Victor
    y
    Rank E---
    Anti-Army


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    Initial art by NOEYEBROW.
    All other art by DOL.



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    This is the most bri’ish thing I have ever read.

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    Nice Soccer Servant.

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    By gawd, and endless flood of servants in the back half of this contest!

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    All these worthless artists! Lording their Fame over their 'inferiors'. So many talented people shunted to the side, cast in the shadows of those the world decides deserve adoration! Countless souls lost! Adrift! Forgotten in the annuls of history!

    They yearn to be heard! Yearn to be acknowledged! And more, they yearn for you! Beethoven! Mozart! Vivaldi! Tchaikovsky! Wagner! Bach! Chopin! Those who claimed the light for themselves! But the larger the life, the greater the shadow, and we've finally come to claim what should have been ours!

    No longer will we be forgotten! No longer will I stand to be humiliated! We are as one, unified in purpose and mind so we may finally see your destruction!

    Let the curtain rise! Let the orchestra the world wished forgotten ring out! Let the music tear through these halls! Let it all bring low the ones who looked down on us!
    Come and face us, you charlatans! We will see who the true gottlieb are!
    The Forgotten Virtuosos

    Source
    Class: Avenger
    Other Classes: Caster
    True Name: Daniel Steibelt
    Alignment: Chaotic Evil
    Place of Origin: Germany
    Height: 167 cm.
    Weight: 54 kilo.
    Likes: Retribution. Music. Composing.
    Dislikes: "God's Blessing". The fickle hearts of the audience. Being forgotten.
    Natural Enemy: Beethoven (famous musicians)


    Parameters:
    STR: D
    END: B
    AGI: D
    MGI: C
    LCK: E-
    NP: A


    Class Skills:
    Avenger (EX):
    A phantom fusion of effectively countless nameless musicians, all of whom unified under Daniel’s hatred to manifest together. As an entity of endless scorned artists, the amount of mana gained from receiving damage is absurdly high, all in the name of exacting their revenge.

    Oblivion Correction (A):
    Forgotten names and faces barely contained within the form of Steibelt, their rank in this Skill is high due to how their works and they themselves are unremembered. A forgotten shadow returning to reap revenge.

    Self-Replenishment (Mana) (C):
    An unending symphony, forever playing until they can finally crush and surpass everyone who existed far beyond them.

    Counter-Hero (Musician) (B):
    A Skill Avenger forcibly manifested for the express purpose of killing their targets. Rather than morality, this Skill activates in the presence of the musically inclined, whether they were a famous musician or not. This even includes Servants such as Heracles, Tristan, and Nero. Simply the anecdote of playing an instrument is enough, though its full power only comes against those famed for their music.

    Personal Skills:
    Fated Enemy of the Gottlieb (A):
    The banner they gather under, Avenger sets themselves as the true enemy of all those who were “chosen by God” instead of them. With it, Avenger can temporarily lock out Skills that he believes are undeserved by those that bear them. Things like Protection of the Music God and Für Elise are useless when brought against Avenger.

    Overshadowed Virtuoso (B):
    Describing not a lack of talent, but the curse of Avenger to have lived in ages when unprecedented talent graced the earth. Their light would always cast a shadow upon them. As such, all but Daniel manifest as shadows, faceless and vengeful.

    These phantoms wield no weapons save for their instruments, lending their music to Daniel, enhancing the effects of his attacks and even his physical capabilities so long as they play. These shadows are immune to physical damage, lacking a true body, but they are vulnerable to magical effects and damage to Daniel.

    Rapid Composition (C+):
    Daniel wrote hundreds of compositions in his life, almost all of which have been lost to time. By combining the creativity and ability of the uncountable phantoms within him, he can do so even faster now, to the point that it’s become akin to High-Speed Incantation in its use.

    The rapid-fire music he creates can take on many forms from barriers to magical attacks, lightning being his preferred medium to work in. With the addition of his orchestra, he can even make faster and more powerful music, becoming able to rival actual magic users.

    All Kinds of Specialties (Music) (B):
    While proficient with the piano and cello in his life, Avenger has become well-versed in all manner of instruments due to the phantoms fused to his Saint Graph. He can now wield nearly any instrument with a level of dexterity that would shock all that knew him.

    Lore

    Daniel Steibelt was a successful pianist and composer that is often forgotten for the simple reason that he was born at the wrong time. Perhaps this man would have been praised, perhaps remembered more fondly and actively, were it not for the fact he was born when two of the greatest composers were alive, not to mention shortly after the death of another.

    From the beginning, the man knew he wanted to play. To write. Even going as far as to desert the army the moment he could, making his own way as a pianist in Paris. There, he became enamored with Marie Antionette, composing a sonata for her that established his popularity. He even wrote a number of operas during his time there, one of which was highly regarded by other composers of the time.

    With the completion of L’orage, Daniel had effectively reached the height of his popularity, and so had his ego. While playing in Germany, he challenged the up-and-coming Beethoven to a duel of skill on the cello. While it is clear he lost, how he did so is often dramatized. Some say it was on the piano. Others say Beethoven turned his music sheet upside down and improvised a better version.

    However he was defeated, he continued to write his music, gaining the acknowledgment of Napoleon for the sonata he composed for his wife. The emperor would even attend the premier of Fête de Mars, which was dedicated to his victory at Austerlitz.

    Yet, after another decade of composing, Steibelt would cease performing, only returning for his final concerto, effectively ending his career before dying three years later.

    It is undeniable that, in his own time, Steibelt was a fairly influential performer, not to mention a virtuoso when it came to both composition and performance. Yet, despite his past popularity and extensive body of work, you would be hard pressed to find any who recognize the name. Even those who do only remember him as that man who lost to Beethoven. A man who was not killed, but who’s memory, who’s work, was assassinated by time.

    Come now! We can do better than this!



    Personality

    It’s hard to say what Daniel Steibelt was like in life. However, the spirit recorded in the Throne reflects generally accepted perception. An extraordinarily vain, arrogant, discourteous, recklessly extravagant, and even dishonest man, seeing no reason to do anything that doesn’t relate to his own goals.

    Moreso than that, he is unerringly furious in his contempt of known musicians. It was his own fury that not only called and fused the nameless phantoms that resonated with it but also the very thing that bars him from being summoned in any Class but Avenger. The spirit will instantly reject any attempt to summon as Caster, viewing Avenger as the only Class suited for him and his desires.

    The innumerable phantoms within him only serve to further drive his anger, fueling their collective ambitions with him as their focal point. They channel through him, yet he directs them as the clear leader, bearing a name and fame they all lack to allow them to manifest. It can even be inferred that Steibelt would not be famed enough without their backing, adding to their symbiotic relationship.

    His method of attack reflects this vengeance driven version of himself. While known for simple yet evocative composition in life, Daniel’s music has become chaotically intricate and powerful, using the shared knowledge and skill to draw forth music that would be absurd for any single person to imagine, yet somehow exists. A cacophonous string of unlikely harmony that calls forth wild and absurd effects.

    There is no reasoning to be had here. Merely a legion of forgotten names working to make themselves known with the time they have left. And they will be heard.

    Let's keep this going! I can feel us on the brink!



    Relationships
    Ludwig van Beethoven: I knew it! It had to be unnatural! Using magic to make them love you! Well, I will not be swayed! And now, no one else will be!

    Ludwig van Beethoven: Europe’s Will? Look how his ego has grown! Your father should done the world a favor and kept your head under the water!

    Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Ah yes! The epitome of the gottlieb! I will thoroughly enjoy watching your god abandon you!

    Marie Antoinette: You truly are magnificent. Even now, I still recognize that fact.
    Now, if only that holy fool would disappear already!

    Napoleon Bonaparte: He stands proud, even now. Such a magnificent figure!

    Joséphine Bonaparte: Ah, my empress! Simply wait, and I shall play you the most beautiful music you have ever heard!

    Antonio Salieri: Why are you just standing there? Don’t you have someone you should be killing right now?!

    Sergei Rachmaninoff: You believe that piano will save you? Watch then as the King of Pianists collapses under the weight of his own instrument!

    Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky: First the princess, then the other princess! We’ll see who’s orchestra destroys whom first!

    Alexander Scriabin: Calling down the support of a god… Your talent is worthless! Wasted on empty promises! All you chosen are worthless!!

    Franz Liszt: I do not need your teaching! I need you to vanish from history! I need you to die!

    Giuseppe Tartini: That holier than thou attitude is exactly why we hate you. Of course someone like you would be satisfied.

    Vivaldi-Aeolos: What is this poor man's imitation! Where is Vivaldi?!

    Jean-Baptiste Lully: You want a performance, King of Dance? Oh, we'll give you quite the show. Try not to die too quickly now! I'd hate for you to miss the ending!

    Francisco de Asís Tárrega Eixea: Of course someone like you would never understand. You weren't forgotten, your name tread on and your work lost. Have your name, your face, your love, ripped away until you're nothing but a shadow forgotten by time, and then show me if you can still stand there and judge us!
    *Takes a guitar similar to Francisco's from a shadow and slams it to splinters on the ground*
    Spare your tears for someone who needs them.

    Justin II: I can feel them. A harmony! Let's burn it all down together!

    Vitra: We both have venom towards them, so what makes you think you're better than me? Indra kills you physically. They killed our memory!



    Noble Phantasms

    L'orage: Rondo of the Forgotten (A)
    Anti-Music

    One of the few compositions of Avenger that was remembered and perhaps his most lauded was "The Storm". A sweeping, almost calming tune that leads to an uproar of sound bordering on the chaotic, held firmly by form and purpose. A storm erupting from once thought peaceful sky.

    Upon the activation of a foes Noble Phantasm, Avenger begins to play. Phantoms spiral in a tempest around him before forming dark clouds overhead. Like the music, the world storms in a sudden cacophony of howling winds and blanketing snow. As ice rips through his enemies and wind veers their attacks off course, Avenger continues to play, his roaring symphony battering with every gust of wind.

    This Noble Phantasm is more than a physical attack and defense. Its greatest purpose is its effect on musical Noble Phantasms. The song is an uproarious rejection of all other music, their resentment storming loud enough to completely deafen all other sound but its own. This onslaught of music and cold completely nullifies all enemy musical effects except under special circumstances.

    The Conflagration of Moscow: A Final Raging Fantasy (A)
    Anti-City

    A fan of Napoleon, Steibelt composed several songs for the emperor, including an accomplished sonata in honor of his wife. Perhaps his most famous, though, was The Conflagration of Moscow, a fantasy on piano dedicated to the emperor’s actions and to the people of Russia that lost their lives in the incident. While L’orage may be his greatest weapon against other composers, it is not his strongest Noble Phantasm. In fact, it is merely a prelude, the beginning of his final composition.

    Should he believe the time is right, Avenger can transition L’orage into this Noble Phantasm. Rather than the original song, this is instead the culmination of every phantoms’ musical ability and talent. A new, never before heard masterpiece formed from their combined efforts with the express purpose of surpassing anything that has ever been composed.

    What was once ice becomes fire, the snowflakes themselves combusting in a terrifying array of color. The music plays even louder as the phantoms descend into the maelstrom of flames, their own instruments in hand to harmonize with Steibelt. A grand conflagration of fury and ambition igniting the world around them as they pour their entire beings into this one moment. This one song they could never have made alone. The song that will make them remembered.

    When the destruction and music has finally ceased, and the last flame is finally snuffed out, Daniel Steibelt will rest alone at the center. Their masterpiece, the composition to put all others to shame, complete. The phantoms, burned away by their own fiery hatred, have left the man who brought them together to bask in the finale as he plays the last note.

    And finally, it's over.
    ...How will I ever surpass this?




    Craft Essence


    The Virtuoso

    There was a time. Hard to believe, but there was.

    A time when he loved music. The joy of creation. Hearing the notes gliding through the air. The feeling of his fingers on the ivories or teasing the strings.

    There was a time for all of them. A passion. A talent. A skill. It all sprang forth in love of the medium. A wish to contribute. A will to be heard.

    How quickly it can be twisted. How great the ignorance. How great the want to be acknowledged. To be remembered.

    Yet the time does not come for all. Some never let it go. Not till their dying breath. Cannot those unable to meet the same fate be called jealous? Envious? Resentful?

    Why did I ever care so much?


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    Berserker of Fiction - Catherine Morland

    | Berserker of Fiction |(Alter Ego of Novels)
    “I do apologise, but you must have made a mistake, master. I’m too plain and ordinary for anyone to ever want to summon… b-but still, I wouldn’t miss the chance to encounter genuine Heroes for the world!”


    True Name: Catherine MorlandJane Austen (Aspect): Love of Literature
    Alternate Classes: Rider, Caster
    Source: Fiction/History
    Region: England
    Attribute: Human

    Catalyst: Cobblestones removed from Bath Abbey, or alternatively a library of novels with an overt lean to the gothic. With Berserker’s own exaggerated expectations also acting as catalyst, the more one assumes they’ll get a more powerful and Grail War-appropriate Servant, the more likely things will backfire, and they’ll get her instead.

    Description: Catherine Morland is the main character of the Jane Austen novel Northanger Abbey, whose plot is comparable to Don Quixote but starring a naive young girl obsessed with Gothic Romance novels instead of a senile old man obsessed with Tales of Chivalry. Catherine thus is an obsessive reader who holds the delusion that the world will be exactly like the writings of Byron, Horace Walpole, or Ann Radcliffe, all while convinced that she personally is utterly plain and unremarkable.

    “I’d dread to imagine a world without novels, Master, they opened my eyes to a lifetime of possibilities. But because of the Grail, I can tell once and for all that this world truly is like fiction!”

    Under the steady quill of Jane Austen, Catherine was able to come of age, find love, and temper out her misconception about the world while still maintaining her love of reading. Yet as the Grail War is very much not a Regency Romance, it is unlikely as positive an experience will be in store for Catherine there, especially with the addition of Mad Enhancement. She may be unprepared to learn that the dramatic and supernatural is not as fun to experience in person as through the written word.

    Of course, simply learning that the story of her youth, Northanger Abbey, is itself fiction is already very difficult for her to reconcile or make sense of. It is one thing to be told that one’s delusions are fiction, but another that your entire existence is fiction, and the reality of the Grail War is closer to what you were told was fiction. All this serves to fuel her Mad Enhancement even more.

    Catherine’s own thoughts on the Grail War are, well, divided. On one hand, she is absolutely honoured and thrilled to be among such Heroes of Legend. On the other, she also feels she’s too ordinary to even be worthy of the Grail War and can’t comprehend how she somehow got recorded as a Heroic Spirit and not a mere Phantom. Plus, well, there’s also the business of having to fight and kill all the other Heroes when she’d rather just meet with and get to know them, though she wouldn’t turn down watching two Servants fight each other to the death either. Still, she’d likely be happier in a Grand Order scenario.

    It may first appear that Catherine’s Madness as a Berserker is cultivation effect run amok while what sense of reality she has keeps her in check, but it in fact may be the other way around. Her obsession with reading and fantastical delusions may be the very things keeping her anchored, suppressing her paranoid fear of her life and the world’s lack of anything special.

    One upshot to being summoned into the modern ‘real’ world is how it’s allowed Catherine to experience gothic works created after her time. From the writings of the Brontës, Poe, Stoker, Leroux, and Lovecraft, and further on to new media like cinema, television, comics, and video games. Helps that in the modern age it’s much easier for obsessive fans of literature to network than back in the Regency...
    As one of Jane Austen’s six Alter Egos, Catherine is the embodiment of her author’s love of literature and advocacy for the novel as an artform, but also Austen’s inner conflict between wanting to entertain and enthrall her readers but also keep her writings close to ‘reality’, whatever that may be.
    All six of Austen’s heroines can be her Alter Ego as they represent some aspect of her, Elizabeth her wit and concealed biting commentary, Elinor her feelings for her sister, Emma her passion for romance, Fanny her youth and vulnerability, and Anne her loneliness and awareness of aging.


    “I’m sorry, Master, but something more important than discussing strategy has come up. Someone is wrong about my blorbos on the Internet!”



    (By Pixiv Id 2290487)

    Alignment: Fictional InsaneOriginally Neutral Good
    Likes: Gothic Romance, reading, pure escapism, cricket, redeeming bad boys
    Dislikes: Non-fiction, lessons, everyday life, literary analysis, her self-image
    Master: Given her emerging through a botched summoning, may likely end up with Rin. Though through her first Noble Phantasm, you could argue that Berserker can just turn any of her Masters into her ‘ideal’ (or at least an ‘interesting’) Master.

    Relationships: Is going to have an immediately positive opinion of Author Servants, like Shakespeare, Andersen, Shikibu, in general… and may continue to have that positive opinion should her Phantasm ‘rewrite’ them for her. Would have quite a lot to talk about with Don Quixote, and have a fascination for more ‘gothic’ Servants like Vlad Tepes, ‘Black Knight’ Lancelot, and Dantes (none of them are likely to return the favour).

    Natural Enemy: Anyone associated with book-burning, such as Qin Shi Huang or Julius Caesar, or anti-book in general like Socrates. Also anyone that reminds her of her own plainness, like Servants with weaker Stats (who incidentally are less affected by her second Phantasm).

    Wish: For a life no less exciting than anything she can imagine.


    Parameters

    Strength: ***** D
    Endurance: ***** E
    Agility: ***** D
    Magic ***** E
    Luck: ***** E~A
    Noble Phantasm: ***** E~A

    | Skills |
    Class Skills

    Mad Enhancement

    The exchange of sanity and rationality for greater power.
    - Rank EX: At first it would seem this is an alternate take on the Skill where Berserker is made so delusional she cannot distinguish fact from fiction. While she is that delusional, this is instead covered by the Personal Skill Opening Fantasy’s Door, a complimentary but separate effect.

    No, Berserker’s true Mad Enhancement lies beneath, taking the form of an obsessive, paranoid insecurity that herself and her reality are completely mundane, unexceptional, and unremarkable. The ever-gnawing fear that people will perceive her as nothing more than ‘ordinary’.

    This Mad Enhancement hence redefines what Berserker’s Luck stat means, defining it as having the fortune for ‘something exciting’ to happen, not necessarily ‘something good’. What other Servants would see as unlucky, like being ambushed or being caught in a complicated love triangle, Berserker sees as thrillingly lucky. It is the means to defy an unremarkable fate, not a terrible one.

    "When I first heard my Class title, I'll admit I thought it a tad, well, dismissive a term. But I'd say I've rather warmed up to it since. I mean, extreme emotions, rejection of rationality, dark and dangerous, it truly is the most Gothic class, wouldn't you think?
    ...Well, except Assassin I suppose. And Avenger. And Foreigner- oh, dash it all."



    Personal Skills

    All Kinds of Specialties
    The access and use of many professional skills.

    - Rank E: While Berserker’s education has given her access to a wide array of skills, including drawing, languages, piano, dance, horseback riding, and cricket, she is at best nothing more than average in all of them.

    “That’s me, a Mistress of None, no real talent to my name, utter plainness. Well, except reading, that counts as a talent, right?”


    Appreciation of Blasphemy
    Infatuation with the works of art, in this case anything dark, macabre, even demonic.

    - Rank E~A: As an obsessive connoisseur of gothic romance literature, if Berserker sees a Noble Phantasm with corrupted, tragic, or even demonic anecdotes, then like a coin flip she will either be completely correct in identifying it, or totally inaccurate, no estimations in-between.

    “Could it be, the cursed sword Tyrfing?! Or maybe one of Muramasa’s blades? W-wait, it can’t be just some nameless armament!”

    Opening Fantasy’s Door
    Immersion in a world of fantasy, to the point where one cannot distinguish it from reality.

    - Rank EX: Through her Class container, Berserker has become almost entirely unable to distinguish fact from fiction. Instils the otherwise shy and antisocial Berserker with the poise and confidence of a Romance heroine… as well as the single-mindedness.

    “I knew it was true, why do you keep saying otherwise? Why- why would anyone want to live anything less than a dashing Gothic Romance?”

    Closing Reality’s Curtain

    The ability to cancel one’s own delusions and return to reality.
    - Rank E: Deep down in Berserker’s mind, she still carries a nagging awareness that the real world is not at all like a Gothic Romance novel but is so scared of that being true that she suppresses it as much as she can.

    Enhances Berserker’s physical, mental, and social perception, to the point where her awareness of reality, rather than helping her, leads to an overwhelming resentment of the world and its people. This Skill, rather than an antidote to Madness, simply becomes an alternate form of it, enabling the use of her second Noble Phantasm at the cost of her first.

    “Of course, haha, how foolish of me. Just Miss Cathy acting up again… so it’s all nothing


    | Noble Phantasms |
    Noble Phantasms

    Seven Horrid Novels
    All Story, No Reflection

    Rank: E~A, depending on any inspirations for delusions Berserker may gain.
    Type: Anti-Fortress
    Range: Line of Sight

    “A grand saga of legendary heroes and villains, I’ve read enough to know exactly how this’ll play out!”


    (By Pixiv Id 7633914)

    Akin to a Marble Phantasm, though stemming purely from the mind and the Throne rather than the World, this is the imposition of Berserker’s image of ‘Gothic Romance’ upon reality. On activation, what Berserker imagines to be the truth story behind her target, be it a person, another Servant, or a whole location, becomes the truth.

    A person who may have come off negatively to Berserker could have their psyche morphed into that of a murderer, while someone who was even briefly affectionate towards her could be granted the mind of a dashing hero. A previously normal house may become dark, decrepit, and full of secret passageways and locked rooms. By enforcing Romanticism onto those that Berserker encounters, the ultimate effect of this Phantasm is the elimination of a world where anything is ‘normal’.

    When applied to Servants (at least ones with not enough Mana to resist), this Phantasm can even rewrite their own Legend. This will either change their Identity to what Berserker assumes is their actual identity, regardless of how close it is to their actual self, or if she already knows their True Name, will force their Legend to conform to her own personal interpretation, an interpretation that only allows the most exciting highest highs and lowest lows.

    “It seems we are faced with none other than the Black Prince, Edward of Woodstock! Oh wait, they’re from a later era? Ooh, then I know, Richard the Third!”

    When not in effect, the physical manifestation of this Phantasm is a collection of seven books, the ‘horrid novels’ that so influenced Berserker’s impressionable worldview, which readers believed Austen had made up until they were discovered to have really existed. They are in order Castle of Wolfenbach, Clermont, The Mysterious Warning, The Necromancer, The Midnight Bell, The Horror of the Rhine, and Horrid Mysteries (The Genius). All seven novels can be compressed to fit inside an eighth novel, Ann Radcliffe’s Mysteries of Udolpho.


    Behind the Black Veil
    No Story, All Reflection

    Rank: E (cannot go any higher by design)
    Type: Anti-Fortress
    Range: Line of Sight

    “I knew… I knew all along. There are no real Heroes, no grand stories, all of them are but fiction and fancy. Don’t you get it? You’re not special, no one in this world is special!”



    (By Pixiv Id 1886186)

    The inverse of her first Noble Phantasm, it can only be used once the Skill Closing Reality’s Door comes into effect, when she is no longer able maintain her delusion of the world as a Gothic Romance. It is the crystallisation of her fears, ennui, and self-loathing, where not only she is completely ordinary, but all of reality is completely ordinary, that romance, adventure, and Mystery are only ever to be found in fiction.

    Operating in the same Marble Phantasm-like manner as the Seven Horrid Novels, it bestows the opposite effect, where Berserker’s reality is just as plain and uninteresting as she sees herself as. It lowers all her target’s Ranks, be it for Parameters, Skills, Noble Phantasms, and Magecraft, to be just as low as her own, the target inheriting all of Berserker’s mundanities and limited ability. The seven novels themselves become replaced with her uninspiring textbooks on history and music upon this Phantasm activating.

    “That’s all we’re left with, isn’t it? There is no Santa Claus, there is no Easter Bunny, and there is no Unlimited Blade Works!”

    Despite appearing to be truer to reality, this Phantasm born from her fears is in fact just as much a distortion of the world as her first Phantasm, hence how it differs from the second Noble Phantasm of a delusional old knight. This vision is no less mad and deluded, for reality is never truly that ‘normal’. If both of her Phantasms were somehow active at the same time, it could bring her to a better understanding of reality, but unfortunately both are mutually exclusive.





    A/N: Okay, my first contest entry, fingers crossed. Thought I'd enter a Servant that already had some hype built up for her in Guess-A-Servant

    To explain how Catherine counts as an 'unusual summon', it's mainly how much she twists the whole Berserker concept. While we've had unusual 'Zerkers before, having one that sets up what you'd think is their Madness and what you think is their limiter, only to reveal that it's actually the other way around, and neither of which fits the usual battle-rage image... yeah, definitely unusual. Plus her being fictional and having thoughts about it and botching a summon being part of her Catalyst, and her also being an Alter Ego, yeah, I think she makes her case for the contest

    Admittedly I had a couple of sheets that may've fit the prompt better, like the 'location-as-character' Lancer Egdon Heath, or 'Inverse Foreigner' Franziska Kafka... but I'd already posted them to the main thread~
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    sutaa...i trusted you. As the resident German here, I can not and will not give you any points for Player.
    To top it off, you took away me being the dude with a custom class this contest
    Oozes love and passion for the sport, you have to respect it. The Class itself is, idk, I wanna know more about it. How would it look like if a chess master was summoned somehow. How would those 11 wankers on the green function against other servants? I feel like Territory Creation couldve been used as a Class Skill here. The overall vibe i am getting is that they would have been a really funny Ruler Servant. Solve problems in a war with a game of football. Perhaps as an alt.

    Edit: Apocrypha style HGW, 7 core classes + Avenger, Shielder, Gatekeeper and another class as a team against another team of that composition or straight up against Player.
    Someone get onto it.

    Steibelt: Ultra Powerful against my Beethovens on different levels. I think your CE's are always the strongest in contests. Curious to know what he would think about my Vivaldi-wanna-be
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    Alright, added some more relationships to my sheet, hopefully there's not TOO many more sheets over the weekend, haha.

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    probably one more from me. But all my effort put into making a personality for them was for naught because i forgot to safe before turning off the laptop. This site usually saves what your write every 5s but what i previewed thousand times in a blog not. fuck me man
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    Watcher - Rosencrantz & Guildenstern

    Watchers of No Importance

    Bard's Note: "...Seriously, you in all honesty want to hear about those two? I barely gave a second thought to them while writing my masterpiece, for why else would I have their demise be offscreen? If it be Fools you want, surely I may interest you in a Puck or Falstaff? No, you truly are dead set on Claudius' ill-fated lackeys? Alright, if it pleases you..."



    True Name: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
    Alternate Classes: Assassins.
    Source: Fiction
    Region: England and Denmark, but now known the world over.
    Armament: Basic Renaissance Era duelling swords.
    Catalyst: A purported 'original' copy of Shakespeare's Hamlet, the 'Q1', seen as less authentic

    Description: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were but minor characters in the Shakespeare masterwork Hamlet, in which they were Hamlet's 'friends' who were secretly spying on him on the orders of his usurper uncle King Claudius. They then were uneventfully killed off to either teach a cautionary tale about courtly intrigue and ambition, or just to amp up the death count depending on how you look at it. Beyond that, there's really not much more to say about them (er, they may have been named after Tycho Brahe's cousins), or at least, there shouldn't have been...

    With Hamlet's massive fame in general, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern became by association arguably the two most famous 'background characters' in fiction, to the point where they've become synonymous with that term and discussions of what it truly means to not be 'plot vital'.
    While their seemingly interchangeable personalities don't suggest them to be much more than bumbling royal layabouts, on closer inspection they are capable of surprising introspection, especially in regards to the nature of 'fate'. Granted, almost anyone would develop introspective habits hanging out with Hamlet...

    Alignment: True Neutral
    Like: Theatre (before it got too 'real'), philosophising, lounging around, tennis.
    Dislike: Plots both courtly and fictional, drama, monologues (by others anyway), 'Main Character Syndrome'.
    Talent: Plot awareness.
    Master: They will likely be summoned by 'one wishing to be a main character', so a Waver or a Sakura, even a Satsuki.

    Relationships: They usually relate better with Heroes not considered the 'main characters' in their own stories. They also like, but are cautious around, anyone who reminds them of Hamlet, so any Servant more scholarly, gloomy, and/or introspective.

    Natural Enemy: William Shakespeare, and by association other author Servants like Andersen, Shikibu, and Kafka (animosity decreases towards authors more likely to write happy endings, like Dumas and Goethe). They have no idea whether to consider an average Clarke ending happy or not, so they're suspicious of him to be on the safe side.

    Wish: Mostly just to live. Beyond just that, to become 'real' and not have to face either the insignificance of minor characters or the hardships of major characters.
    Attribute: Star, representing 'hope' for background characters and the 'unimportant'' everywhere

    Parameters

    Strength: ***** E
    Endurance: ***** E
    Agility: ****** D
    Magic: ****** D
    Luck: ***** E (A)
    Noble Phantasm: ***** B


    Class Skills

    Magic Resistance

    Nullifies magic effects built up from encounters with magic.
    - Rank D: The Watchers were from both before the modern age, yet from roughly a millennium after the Age of Gods. They had little encounter with the supernatural in their story, wherein ghosts were present but nothing they directly came across. Cancels Single-Action spells.

    Territory Infringement

    Ability to bypass Bounded Fields and other security measures.
    - Rank E+: While the Watchers were employed as spies, neither were particularly good at their jobs, though people being likely to see them as just 'background characters' does aid in their infiltration.


    Personal Skills

    Watcher

    Denotes a contract with their Master to observe from afar, letting them take centre stage.
    - Rank A: As part of their deal, their Master's 'Plot Importance' is dramatically increased, to the level of a Hero or a Villain. As 'unimportant' as the Watchers themselves were, the people they regularly interacted with, such as Hamlet and Claudius, were of much higher plot importance. In return, the Watchers get to stick to the sidelines and not have their own Background Character skill nullified by minimising interaction with their Master. The downside of this 'contract' is that their Master's will become more inflexibly tied in with the 'plot', for better or worse (given the Watchers' own tale was a tragedy).

    Background Character

    Status as a 'background character' not considered an important focus by the story's overall plot. This has the advantage of granting them more freedom from story causality or 'fate', thus increasing Luck whenever not interacting with the 'other main characters' (in this case Masters and other Servants).
    - Rank A: The names 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern' are practically synonymous with the concept of a 'background character', to the point where they were frequently cut from productions of Hamlet for a time. Where most background characters would only pass as a Wraith, the Watchers have paradoxically built their entire Legend on their relative unimportance. In the few instances where they did ascend to 'main characters', it was precisely because of their background status.
    When not directly interacting with Masters and other Servants, Luck increases to A Rank, much needed given how low it is otherwise.

    Espionage

    The ability to register as 'harmless' or not a threat for purposes of spying, instead of hiding in the shadows.
    - Rank C: The Watchers will barely even register as important to most people, which is for the better as when they are noticed, anyone of reasonable intellect can quickly figure out they're spies, or at least have some ulterior motive.

    Two As One

    Existence as two Spirits functioning as the one Servant.
    - Rank A: There simply cannot be a Rosencrantz without a Guildenstern and vice versa. Those without significant perceptive skills will find it nigh impossible to tell which is Rosencrantz and which is Guildenstern (despite the different colour cloaks). The Servants' own personalities will be blended together into an almost hivemind-like whole, the only real 'tell' is that Rosencrantz is slightly more cynical while Guildenstern is more reasonable.


    Noble Phantasms

    Bad Quarto
    When the Curtain Falls, the Heckling Shall Be As Ten Thousand Hyenas

    Rank: B-
    Type: Anti-Heart
    Range: 1-30
    Max Targets: 1

    Taking the form of a play manuscript, this Phantasm is deployed in a near identical manner to Caster of Red's First Folio, but the difference lies in effect and production quality. The play and its replica actors crudely and ineptly stage the single most ridiculous moment of the Target's life, rather than expertly staging the most traumatic. It is said to be powerful enough to make someone die of shame.

    The original play this Phantasm was based on was written by none other than the usurper King Claudius, which he was so ashamed of he threatened to kill anyone who even mentioned the play, though fools such as Rosencrantz and Guildenstern found a way to stage it anyway. This Noble Phantasm gains an additional effect where, in 'Scottish Play' superstition fashion, simply hearing its name spoken reduces one's Luck stat by one. That is of little concern to the Watchers, given their own Luck Rank with their Background Character skill inactive is abysmal anyway.

    Said play however has no basis within the original Hamlet, being a later addition to Watchers' Legend introduced by W.S. Gilbert (of '& Sullivan' fame). That it wasn't in Shakespeare may tie back into this Phantasm's name, with 'Bad Quarto' being the term for unauthorised early editions of Shakespeare's plays, one of these incidentally being the first publishing of 'Hamlet'.

    Though originally created by Claudius, in a way this Phantasm reflects the Watchers' own personality quite well, being perhaps the ultimate expression of how absurd they see theatre as, or how absurd being a character in a story is.


    | If summoned as Assassins... |Are Dead
    Claudian Execution Note

    Rank: B
    Type: Anti-Unit
    Range: Earshot
    Max Targets: 2 (upon backfiring)

    Originally a letter given to the Watchers by Claudius with instructions to deliver it to the King of England. Secretly, and likely without the Watchers even knowing, it was an instruction for the English king to kill Hamlet upon his arrival. This plan backfired when hamlet discovered the letter's contents and fled back to Denmark, leaving the Watchers to their deaths at the hands of pirates.

    On their summoning, the Watchers shall find in their possession a letter they are instructed to deliver to the wars other Servants. Upon them learning a Servant's True Name, said name is automatically written down in that letter. This then produces an instant-death curse effect when the letter is finally opened in front of that Servant. Said effect will usually take the form of whichever execution method was most common during the Servant's time.

    However, if that Servant opens the letter themselves first, the names written within change to 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern', instantly killing the Watchers instead, in which their Spirit essence is reduced to mere words which crumble away.





    A/N: Squeezing in my second of two sheets, and one probably even more meta than Catherine's

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    ah shit the first post doesn't say the end date, i'm assuming it's tomorrow like usual though

    time to bang some stuff out real quick

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    I mean, full speed ahead to ya Kiwi, but just so you know, the end date is Tuesday.
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    Alter Ego


    "Hmm? Oh, you again. To think I'll be summoned by my former enemy, this is a-"
    "Ahem."
    "What?! S-sister?! H-how are you here too? Wait we're summoned together again?!"
    "Stop asking questions whose answers are right in front of you."
    "Sis-sister!!! (Flying tackle hug). We're together again! And this time, without having to be those two's guard dogs!"
    "Yes and yes. Now get off me. This is embarrassing and we still have a tradition to finish."
    "Oh yeah! Ahem, I'm Wilfrid! The famed dragonslayer!"
    "You're not famous at all. I am Gottlieb. It's not our actual name but it'll have to do seeing as it has been lost throughout time. And together we are best known as"
    "The Two Brothers!"
    "Though we prefer the Two Sisters. Wait, that hurts, sis! Just because it's the truth doesn't mean you should say it! But let's hope we'll have a wonderful relationship together, Master that's better than last time! Not that that is particularly hard..."
    "What she said."

    True Name: The Two BrothersSisters. Gottlieb (the elder) and Wilfrid (the younger)

    Titles: The Fameless Great Adventurer/Slayer of the Septvicibus Dragon.

    Alignment: True Neutral/Chaotic Good most of the time.

    Place of Origins: Germany, fairy tales/BC

    Gender: Both female

    Height: Both 166 cm tall. 135 cm tall*/200 cm tall*

    Weight: 58 kg (37 kg*)/61 kg (110 kg*)

    Other Qualifable Classes: Rider, Archer, Faker, Saber, Berserker

    Wish: To be able to feel more emotions more often/To have never done that act

    Likes: Each other, their dad, their pets/Adventures, others being rational, logic/Her wife, staying in one place, CQC

    Dislikes: Their uncle and others that would harm their own family in one way or another, the other sister being harmed/Settling down, irrationality, misunderstandings/Petrification, adultery, familicide

    Talents: Saving money/Exploration, hunting, acting/CQC, socializing, being a loving wife! (...Really?)

    Armaments: Hunting rifle and greatsword (Default)(When used against a Dragon Kind)

    Parameters:
    Strength: C/B (A*)
    Endurance: D/C (B*)
    Agility: B (A*)/C (B*)
    Mana: C
    Luck: C/D
    Noble Phantasm: A

    *After using
    Fused Pelts of the Ten Loyal Beastial Companions
    Chimäre Metamorphosis

    Class Skill (s):
    Magic Resistance: C+/E
    The Skill that belongs to many Class Containers grants protection against magical effects. Differing from the Resistance effect that merely rejects Magical Energy, this ability cancels the spells altogether.

    In the twins' case, they have a different Rank specific them is due to their difference in experiences with dealing with enemy spellcasters, both in their fairy tale and in their life. Gottlieb has the superior Rank in this Skill due to her defeat of the witch at the end of their story by shooting her with her silver
    arrows
    buttons
    and saving her sister. Yet that wasn't the first time she has fought against spellcasters nor was it her last time in her life for how else would she know that silver was the bane of the witch's defensive magecraft? As such, she could cancel any spells with a chant below two verses, even higher if based from witchcraft, while Wilfrid, the victim of the witch, can only somewhat reduce the damage of the spells.
    "Urghhhh. Don't remind me of that time... It was so embarrassing. I, the slayer of the great dragon fall in such an embarrassing manner. And that's not to mention when you have to save my butt..."
    "Given how stupid you were acting, you certainly deserved it. Now repeat it to me to ensure that you haven't forgotten. What lesson have you learned from it?"
    "(Sighs) Never trust an old woman that appeared out of nowhere during the night in a forest known to be haunted..."
    "Good enough... For now at least."

    Independent Action: C
    Is the ability to remain independent even when rejecting the Magical Energy supply from one's Master; the ability that allows for action even in the absence of the Master. Typically featured as a Class Skill of the Archer Class. At higher ranks, it is also possible to remain for extended periods of time in this world without an established contract. At this Rank, the twins can last a day without a Master before returning to the Throne.

    Surprisingly, this Skill isn't like the previous one where the sisters each have a Rank specific to them that's determined by their life. This is due to their special circumstances forcing their life to be tied together like the other Servant duos, meaning that if one dies, the other sister would die as well. Given Wilfrid's low Rank in this Skill, she would die shortly after having her supply of Magical Energy cut, bringing her sister with her and making Gottlieb's high Rank worthless. So they were given an intermediate Rank for them to share as a result.
    "See? This is what happens when you don't go out exploring at all during your life."
    "Hey! How is it my fault?! How was I supposed to know that this would happen? I can't see the future!"
    "Another excuse, sigh."
    "No one actually says the word sigh! They just do it!"


    Divine Core of the Goddess: B
    A Skill that expresses one being a perfected goddess from birth. A composite Skill that comprises the Skill Divinity, preserves the absoluteness of the mind and the body, repels all mental interference, prevents the body from growing and prevents the figure from changing no matter how many calories are absorbed.

    In the twins' case, the Skill originated from the goddess and the ascended demigod that make up their Saint Graph. The Rank specifically is from the lunar huntress being the twins' main essence.
    "It's still a bit surreal, knowing that we're Divine Spirits now. Wait... Oh, my gods, should we get worshippers? Oh, I think we should!"
    "Yes, no we shouldn't, and cal-where are you going?"
    "The cafeteria of course! It's where everyone will be which means there will be plenty of worshippers to be and now that we can't get fat no matter what, we can't let the Skill go to waste, you know?"
    "No I don't and we still have a tour to be finished. Now get back here now."

    High-Servant: A
    The Skill that denotes one being a High-Servant, artificial Servants produced and composed from multiple mythological essences.

    The three components are the Greek Goddess of hunting, Artemis, the Albanian slayers of the
    Kulshedra
    Storm Dragon
    , the Drangùe, and the Greecian Heroic Spirit, Asclepius. The three were selected and melded into the twins by the divine Grimm Brothers during the Phantasmal Singularity for each of the three is a slayer of some powerful being either physically or metaphorically as a way to make them as strong as possible to serve as good guard dogs.
    "I'll have to admit, if there's one thing I'm thankful about those brothers, it is them reuniting us and merging us with these deities and heroes."
    "That's two things."
    "It is? ...So it is!"

    Personal Skills:
    Golden Rule (Accumulative): B
    A variant of the Golden Rule Skill that instead of being the measurement of one's fortune to acquire wealth, it is the measurement of one's ability to generate wealth, sometimes literally, so the accumulation means that the Servant will always start out poor but will end up rich beyond imagination with enough time.

    And in the twins' case, it's a literal case with their famed ability to spontaneously generate currency out of Mana. It's a conceptual ability gained from eating the heart and liver of the golden bird that for every night the twins sleep through, a piece of gold coin will appear under the eater's pillow in their fairy tale. In truth, the ability is actually able to generate a lot more than just coins, for it generates whatever object that when possessing it in great quantities will make others consider one to be "wealthy" in the local society in an amount that isn't too little or too much. In the twins' lifetimes, it generated gold coins that propelled the tribe the Wilfrid led to great heights but in modern days, it would almost always be paper bills. And now as Servants, the ability doesn't require the twins to sleep through the night to work anymore, they just need to pass through the night and reach morning.

    However, the ability isn't without weaknesses like that it can't generate "wealth" that isn't a physical object so nothing related to the internet nor can it create any "living currency" like livestock. Also, the ability does not work without any Mana in the environment as it uses Mana to create the type of currency.
    "No, master. This ability cannot create credit cards or cheques let alone a 'bank account that gets an income of money every morning.' That would require the ability to create an actual account online which is just ridiculous"
    "Boo! Terrible! That means that if we were to be summoned in the future, this Skill would be useless! I don't want to lose this fabulous ability!"
    "Accurate but it is simply how human society is advancing. There's nothing we can do about it. Plus it is only a possibility so why are you crying?"
    "B-because I'll miss it! I don't like the idea of not being able to get rich just by waiting and having to work to get money. It'll so be tiring!"
    "...Please stop enraging the working class by saying these insensitive comments that will get you killed, Servant or not."

    Mistresses of Wildlife: B
    A composite Skill gained from the Divine Spirit, Artemis, who has wildlife as one of her Authorities by merging two of the Twins' Skills together, Riding and Animal Communication and upgrading them.

    It manifests passively by giving them the equivalent of A Rank Riding, enough to ride beast up to the level of Divine Beasts with expert proficiency. Naturally, the inability to ride dragons without exceptions still remains, not that Wilfrid would normally let a dragon live long enough for her to make that exception happen...

    The other ability of the Skill is the ability to subjugate domesticate any wildlife, mundane or otherwise, to the twins' will and give them commands to aid them in a variety of situations like combat or reconnaissance. An upgraded form of Animal Communication known as Animal Control is like a certain bat-themed otaku. However, beasts that have a strong will or mental resistance can rebel against the ability to some extent but seeing the ability is based on a Divine Spirit's Authority, it won't work too well.
    "Why did you cross out the 'subjugate' and replaced it with 'domesticate'?"
    "Because 'subjugate' would imply that we enslaving the poor beast when we're just telling them to do something for us like those princesses from Dis-"
    "DO. NOT. FINISH. THAT. SENTENCE. unless you want terrible consequences."
    "Pleasssssse. What's the worst that guy from that 'Servant Universe' gonna do? Sue us? Just give us a few years or so and we'll just buy that company like what he did."
    "... I don't... I do not... Why...?"

    Witch-Slayer: C
    A special Skill that isn't given by heaven but is awarded to those who are well known for the killing of "witches". It is a Skill commonly found in witch hunters. When fighting against those who are considered witches, whether they actually practice witchcraft or are only accused of doing so, the owner of the Skill can deal extra damage to them and can also ignore the witch's defensive-based spells and Mystic Codes of the same Rank of the Skill or lower even if the defences are not actually based in witchcraft. However, the weaknesses are also obvious, that it only works on "witches" and against other types of practitioners of Magecraft, the Skill would be useless.

    Gottlieb whose sole feat in the fairy tale is the defeat of the witch that petrified Wilfrid naturally deserves this Skill but due to her only defeating the witch, not killing her in the story that's the only instance of Gottlieb fighting a Magi known to the people, the only reason why the Rank isn't any lower is that it has been boosted by Gottlieb's encounter with over a dozen other Magi in her life and the slaying of all of them. It's just due to those encounters never getting recorded that the boost isn't any stronger. Due to the rough merging of the sisters' Saint Graph, this is a Skill that only Gottlieb can use.
    "To think that me saving you is the only tale of mine that has survived for those two to create the tale..."
    "I remember the story even said 'He had sought a situation, and had found none, and had then travelled about here and there, and had made his animals dance.' Ha! Wait... W-why are you loading your gun, sister?"
    "No reason (Continues loading)"
    "M-mercy?"

    Dragon-Slayer (Storm): B+++
    A special Skill provided for those who have taken down a member of the Dragon Kind. It is not a talent given from heaven, but from killing a dragon. It can be said that the anecdotes themselves have become this Skill. And this variant of the Skill, aside from providing the owner with increased attack and defence power when fighting against a member of the Dragon Kind, provides also the ability to infuse their body and weapons with the power of the storm akin to Mana Burst (Lightning).

    A Skill specific to Wilfrid only, it is her version of her sister's Witch Slayer, earned through her killing of the seven-headed dragon in both the fairy tale and in life. Due to this story managed to survive till the modern day and is one of the main parts of the tale, the Rank is already higher than her sister's before one accounts for the increase it has gotten from the Drangùe. Due to their influences, not only will the Rank receive 3 pluses when fighting against a Dragon Kind associated with water and storms like the Drangùe's fated enemy, the Kulshedra, the Skill also allows Wilfrid to manipulate electricity due to the Drangùe's association with storms. Just another example of Chaoskampf, where a hero or god is associated with thunder or storms fights against a serpent or dragon associated with water (either by living in it or by blocking rivers off) like Thor vs Jörmungandr or Indra vs Vritra found in nearly all Indo-European mythologies.
    "To think there are dragonslayer senpais inside of my foundation. I am so honoured!"
    "Speaking of dragon slaying... Why did you fight that dragon? Surely, you must know about the power difference back then."
    "I would have fight a god if it meant saving Adelina. Being able to officially marry her too was a nice bonus though."
    "Why am I not surprised? (sighs)"


    Noble Phantasm(s):
    Fused Pelts of the Ten Loyal Beastial Companions
    Chimärenfell

    Rank: B+
    Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
    Range: -
    Maximum Number of Targets: 1 person each
    A Noble Phantasm that can be said to be the
    modified version of the sisters'
    The Loyal Beastial Companions
    Bestiarium Armee
    inspired from a certain huntress' Noble Phantasm as Wilfrid put it: "Summoning? Pfft, boring and overused. Now transforming into monster girls though..." Taking the form of the two pelts that seems to be sewn together perfectly from the pelts of the twins' hares, foxes, wolves, bears, and lions with each pair adopted by them after they all confidently became orphans. This is a symbol of the beasts' loyalty that even after thousands of years after their death and the sisters' changes, they still remain with their mistresses. Well at least for Gottlieb, this is the case.

    By wearing the pelt, the twins become essentially a humanoid chimera with parts of their bodies changing to match one of the 5 species: their heads and abdomens are that of the lions that take the form of the lions' manes and fur, and their right shoulders have a wolf's head hanging off like a pauldron and their arms become covered by fur and ending in claws, their left shoulders and arms the same but with the bears instead, the twins' hips and down to their knees become foxlike (which includes a tail), and finally, the hares are responsible for changing the twins' cnemis and feet.

    This change grants the twins Beastly Instincts and superior senses though like the rest of the twins' attributes, is varied as the more melee-oriented Wilfrid would be taller and have a high Ranked Beast Enhancement and Battle Enhancement but the lower Ranked Beastly Instinct and weaker senses relative to her sister. Gottlieb however, will become shorter and will be faster and have Presence Concealment and the higher Ranked Beast Instincts and senses compared to her sister for her to be a deadlier sniper. While the enhancements aren't as strong as Agrius Metamorphosis due to the twins' beasts being just mundane beasts (ones that can communicate with humans...) compared to the Calydonian Boar, Chimäre doesn't reduce the users' sanity or intelligence due to it not being cursed like Agrius, meaning that the twins would be more willing to use it compared to the Chaste Huntress with their limitations being their supply of Magical Energy.

    Normally, Wilfrid would be unable to use her pelt as her beasts still haven't forgiven her for what she has done and it's only due to their importance in the fairy tale that they are here too. And even if she was forced to use it via Command Spell, the effectiveness of the Noble Phantasm would drop to half of what it should be normally. However, with them forgiving Wilfrid during that talk, this is no longer an issue for her.

    By the way, the 10 beasts each have a name given to them by the sisters. From the hares to the lions, it's: Adelina, Berit; Alger, Louise; Giselle, Mathilda; Frieda, Orlantha; and Leonard, Garin.
    "(Wipes tears) It still brings me to tears, that they are willing to forgive me despite everything I have done... (Wipes more tears)"
    "Sister..."
    "(stop crying) No, I can't keep crying. Don't worry guys, I'll prove that you'll not regret it! That tragedy will not repeat, this I swear!"

    The Miracle Medicine That Thrice Averted Tragedies
    Lebenswurzel Fraught Hades

    Rank: A
    Type: Anti-Unit
    Range: -
    Maximum Number of Targets: 1 person at a time
    Another combination of the twins and one of their components- Wilfrid's
    The Miracle Herb That Ends All Sufferings
    Lebenswurzel
    and Asclepius's
    Emulated Medicine - The Obsolete Underworld's Grief
    Resurrection Fraught Hades
    . The Lebenswurzel, the roots of life, in the story is said to be roots growing on a distant mountain that if put into the mouth of someone, all of their injuries and illnesses that they have will be healed or cured, and even resurrection is possible as it can be seen in the story. In truth actually, the roots were a creation of the minor Divine Spirit Eir, who has Authority over healing and childbirth, grown when her blood fell upon the mountain mentioned above after her death during Ragnarök. However, it couldn't revive the dead like in the story. Naturally, the root's ability to resurrect the dead and association with a Divine Spirit of healing resonated greatly with Asclepius and resulted in the Rank becoming higher than the two Noble Phantasms that combined into it.

    Due to this Rank and the twins have the powers of Artemis, the effects of Lebenswurzel Fraught Hades are in the middle, stronger than its two halves but still weaker than
    True Medicine - The Obsolete Underworld's Grief
    Resurrection Fraught Hades
    due to the lack of Gorgon blood. It can heal even the worst of injuries (even able to overpower most curses that prevent wounds from healing) and the worst of illnesses and of course, able to resurrect those who have died within a maximum of 1 minute by placing the root within their mouth like in the story, Servant or human. It doesn't matter how the individual dies, be it a destroyed Spiritual Core or decapitation, it will bring them back to life as long as they have not died for any longer than exactly 60 seconds. The time limit seems too short but it's a logical drawback for a Noble Phantasm that can achieve a miracle that even the True Magics can't directly do. Additionally, Lebenswurzel Fraught Hades can only activate if it is placed within the mouth of the individual- that is, it could not be used on those who are missing their mouths. The final drawback to preventing this Noble Phantasm from becoming a complete cheat is that there are only three roots that the twins have and no way of replenishing them, so it's best to use them wisely.
    "If only the roots had this ability in life... Then you wouldn't hav-"
    "But it couldn't have revived the dead. The past is in the past so stop dwelling on it already as I have told you."
    "Bu-"
    "No buts. When your own victims have already forgiven you for your actions and told you continually to stop dwelling on your actions, perhaps you should start listening and following our words... and roars too."
    "... I'll try."

    Lore & Background:
    Once upon a time, there was a pair of brothers composed of a rich, greedy goldsmith and an honourable but poor broom maker. The broom maker had two children, a pair of identical twin boys. One day, the goldsmith learnt about a golden bird and the abilities it would grant him if he were to eat its heart and liver so he hunted it down and have his wife roast it. However, it was the twins who ate the heart and liver instead and in envious rage, tricked the twins' father to abandon them. They were fortunately adopted by a huntsman who raised them and taught them hunting. After they reached adulthood and learnt all there is, they were granted to leave and find adventures. They would obtain a magical dagger that would tell one of the brothers how the other is doing by their father and 5 pairs of animals, given to them by their parent as tributes to stop the hunters from hunting them. They would separate, taking half of their animals with them, the older one to the east and the younger one to the west. There in the west, the younger brother would find a kingdom terrorized by a seven-headed dragon who demands a virgin maiden to be sacrificed to him each year, and this year the princess is selected. Upon hearing that whoever slays the dragon will wed the princess, the younger brother went to the dragon's hill and found a small church where he received superhuman strength from emptying the cups within and a sword. With it and his animals, he slays the dragon within a few moves. However, the evil marshal of the kingdom who followed the princess snuck into the church where the two new couples sleep and beheaded the younger brother and forced the princess to make him her new husband. She still managed to push their wedding to happen a year and a day later out of hope. Thankfully, the young brother was revived after his hare brought back the miraculous roots of life but he misunderstood the princess missing and wandered the world for a year in sadness. Returning to the kingdom exactly one year later, he would discover the truth and expose it to the kingdom leading to the marshal being executed and becoming the new king with the princess as his wife again.

    Not long after this, the younger brother went out on his hunting trip where he become lost in a nearby forest, said to be haunted, where he encountered an old crone up on a tree at night. The old crone, who's actually a witch, petrified the younger brother and his animals with trickery. It was then when the older brother came back from the east that he had found no adventures there. Seeing his brother is in peril from the dagger, he went to the kingdom and got naturally mistaken for his brother from his appearance and animals. Decided it was best to keep up the misunderstanding to gather information for several days, during which he kept a double-edged sword between himself and his sister-in-law when they slept. After gathering enough information, he went into the haunted forest to save his brother where he encountered the witch. Not falling for the witch's trickery like his brother, he tried to shoot the witch but the bullet was repelled by the witch's magic so he instead shot her with his silver buttons that managed to hit the witch. He would threaten the witch with burning to undo his brother's petrification which she did. The two brothers reunited and embraced and burnt the witch to death. However, this happy moment would be ruined when the older brother mentioned having to sleep with her in the same bed to maintain his disguise of the younger brother, he got decapitated by said brother out of jealousy and rage. Immediately regretting it when his senses returned, his sorrow would end quickly as his hare used the roots of life to reattach the older brother's head and revived him. The two lived happily ever after... in the fairy tale composed by the Brothers Grim that is.
    ...Do you really wish to know our true story, master? It won't be a short or happy one."
    ...
    "Fineee, we'll tell you."
    "You don't have to, you know?"
    "No, I want to. Apparently, talking about it helps."

    (This will be long wall of text. Do not read this unless you have a butt load of time to spend or is a fast reader or both)

    The beginning of the story is not that dissimilar to the fairy tale. The identical twins are still born to an honourable poor man who has a rich yet greedy older brother, still gained the ability to manifest wealth each mourning by eating the golden bird's heart and liver, still got abandoned in the forest by their father because he was tricked by his envious older brother, and still got adopted by a huntsman and were taught hunting until they learnt everything and left to find adventurers. They still received the dagger and their 5 pairs of animals and later separated the same way.

    However, the similarities end there as the twins were born as twin sisters in a small Germanic tribe in Germany's Black Forest in the Age of the Gods. The bird was a Phantasmal Species that can bring great wealth to those who can catch and eat it which the twins' uncle almost did with the help of a Seeress who agreed to help him but also warned him that if he was not careful, he would lose the chance to obtain the power. The sisters were told by their adopted father to pretend to be handsome men as two women travelling alone would not be a good idea at the time. And the animals were conveniently all twins who were orphaned and were adopted by the twins out of empathy. The sisters still think to this day that their encounter with their companions was an act of fate. They also went back to their home tribes where they reunited with their birth fathers and learnt about the truth of their abandonment and publicly humiliated their uncle as revenge which is a detail they would have loved to have survived to be made into the fairy tale.

    It is after their separation and oath to come back to that spot after two years that the similarities to the story would end up superficial as when the younger sister, Wilfrid, came upon a tribe bigger than the one she's from but still a minor one. There, she would stay for weeks, interacting with the tribe's members- the most notable being a blossoming relationship with the chieftain's daughter, Adelina. They would often hunt, walk, and just talk with each other to the point that some were suspecting their relationship are more than just friendship. Unfortunately, these moments would not last long as a terrifying seven-headed dragon arrived in the area. The dragon coming from the south wished to create a domain where he ruled supreme and demanded the obedience of the tribe. When they refused, the dragon took Adelina as punishment and said that she will only be released when the tribe become his servants within 5 days or else she dies. At first, several warriors tried to slay the dragon and even more went once the chieftain swore that whoever slayed the dragon would get to marry his daughter and become the next chieftain but all failed. Wilfrid went too, not able to stand the emptiness in her heart without Adelina's presence, but failed like all the rest as her arrows and blade failed to piece into the dragon and her animals the same even after they got over their fear of the dragon, nearly getting cooked to death by the fiery breath of the dragon. In the end, she managed to barely survive by getting knocked off the hill the dragon rested on.

    There in her moment, she would be saved by an old hermit who healed her and her animals and nursed them back to consciousness apparently out of "being in that mood that day." When she awoke, she thanked the hermit and out of desperation, asked him how to defeat the dragon as in her own words: "Someone who can hear me and my companions' wounds this quickly surely must know some way to slay that overgrown winged lizard, right? Right?!" The hermit's only reply was a counter question of why should he tell a youngster who's over her head. Wilfrid was not discouraged and kept begging even after she was kicked out of his residence and for an entire night, she kept at it, not wanting to give up this last hope. Finally, she would get her desired answer the next mourning when the hermit told her to go to the pond blessed by
    Thor
    Donar
    that can allow her to wield the legendary giant sword stuck in a center of a temple dedicated to an unknown god, either because he's impressed at her persistence or were too annoyed by her and just wants her gone.

    With this information, Wilfrid raced to the site where the pond is with haste. When she arrived at the pond several hours later, she saw a small pond while only a fraction of its original size but still glowing with power befitting its blessed nature, and a sudden change in the weather. What was once a rare sunny day turned dark and cloudy which would usually signify it would rain soon and rain it did, but what had fallen was not raindrops but bolts of lightning. Quickly realizing that this sudden dry thunderstorm was a test left by the god to see if the challenger was worthy of drinking from the waters, Wilfrid quickly started sprinting to the pool. Great bolts of lightning fell to electrocute her but through either sheer luck or skill, she dodged them all until she was but a meter away from the pond that she was struck on her left arm. Instantly bringing her to the ground with her muscles spasming and her arm burnt, she would have been struck again and killed if it weren't for her wolf, Mathilda, who was along with her other animals standing back prior as she has ordered, ramming into her and knocked her into the pond. The instant she touched the pond, she drank the last of the waters (alongside some dirt at the bottom according to her) causing her burns to be healed and the dry thunderstorm was gone as fast as it has appeared.

    When Wilfrid had stood back up she felt immense power coursing through her body like she could pick up a boulder and she had noticed that she had gotten more muscular as well. After thanking Mathilda by giving her a piece of meat and a several-minute-long tummy rubs, she and her animals raced to where the sword lies, this time even faster due to her enhanced muscles. When she reached there, she was shocked by a double-edged sword that even when half buried in its pedestal is still over half her height within an abandoned temple in disrepair dedicated to some unknown entity. After appreciating the craftsmanship of the sword that has still remained as good as the day it has been forged unlike the temple around it, she eventually went over to it and grabbed it by the hilt and pulled. What would have taken ten men to pull out was done by her with less effort than it took to pick up her Louise. The 190 cm long sword that's haven't been wielded in over centuries has finally found itself a new wielder. Excited that she finally had the weapon that could slay the dragon, she tested it on the nearby walls and found it can slice through the stone walls without even a hint of resistance. Want to see Adelina saved as it's already the fourth day but recognize that it is already night and it's best to rest to conserve energy for the big fight.

    The next day, the tribe was in a state of despair as it is the last day yet nobody was able to slay the dragon, even the shamans, the chieftain was going to swear allegiance to the dragon when the head warrior of the tribe who also loves Adelina and would go on to be the inspiration for the marshal, volunteered to go again to slay the dragon unlike last time and ran off before anyone can object. This ironically helped Wilfrid as it gives her enough time to reach the hill in time. Once there, she told her animals to stay at the edge and only come out if she needed to retreat. She would have rushed out to meet the dragon in combat when her animals expressed to her that they had smelled Adelina. Ecstatic, Wilfrid told the animals to track her and they succeeded after several minutes, leading to a small cave at the bottom of the hill. There, Wilfrid saw Adelina, trapped within by not any physical restraints but by the fear for her and her tribe's safety, for the first time in days and the two reunited with a hug. At first, Adelina told Wilfrid to run and avoid death but Wilfrid refused and explained to her how she will save Adelina with her new strength and weapon. It was also in this cave that Wilfrid revealed the fact that she was actually a woman all this time and then confessed her love to her, shocking Adelina to silence. Taking her silence for the worst possibility, she promised Adelina that she will save her and then leave the tribe once she returned to her home only to be refuted by Adelina who, while angered that she has been deceived, is unwilling to see her leave. She explained how she over the past few weeks have also grown to love Wilfrid back and proved it by grabbing Wilfrid in for a kiss. After several moments of being shocked and embarrassed, the two walked out of the cave together and in much higher spirits. Wilfrid ordered her animals to protect Adelina and then went up the hill again to slay that overgrown lizard.

    When she arrived, she saw the dragon asleep and capitalized on this chance to sprint out and jump up to add as much force behind her overhead swing that severed the dragon's outer left head in one strike. The dragon woke to roar in pain and sprayed blood everywhere before it received another gash in his abdomen. He then finally saw who had hurt him this much and the fight officially began. The next hour would be nothing but the sounds from the clings from the clash of the dragon's claws against Wilfrid, the environment burning from the dragon's fiery breath, and the pained roars and grunts of both combatants. Finally, the dragon would finally fall when Wilfrid managed to sever the dragon's tail and jumped and climbed up the dragon's back to reach where his final head lies. With one final mighty swing, the sword met the neck, entered it and went out, decapitating and killing the dragon once and for all. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she went to the dragon's corpse and cut out the dragon's tongues to serve as spoils of war.

    Reuniting with the overjoyed Adelina and her animals, the new couple shared another kiss and decided to rest in the cave as the day is too late for them to return to their tribe without any unwanted problems. However, unknown to even their animals with only Orlantha awake to keep watch, they were observed by the head warrior all this time. Arrived to only see Wilfrid's fight against the dragon and his love get stolen from him by an outsider, his mind started scheming plans of getting rid of Wilfrid and taking Adelina out of jealousy and rage. He first waited for the pair and the animals to fall into a deep sleep before going off to find a flower whose pollen can knock those who breathed it into unconsciousness for hours to use it on the bear. He then came above Orlantha by going up the hill on its other side and made her fall asleep with the pollen. Just in case, he used up all of his remaining pollen on the other four animals to ensure they do not wake up too. With the animals dealt with, he then went to the sleeping couple and attempted to stab Wilfrid in her heart. Fortunately for her, she worked up in time from hearing the sword's movements to get stabbed to her heart's left, turning the attack from instantly fatal to just fatal. Seeing that this did not work, the warrior reacted immediately, twisted and then pulled out his sword which distracted Wilfrid with more pain, then smacked her head with his club and knocked her unconscious. Out of spite, he gave another hard smack to Wilfrid's head before using his sword to threaten just waking Adelina to come back to the village with him and marry him. Naturally refusing, she ultimately relented after he threatened to kill Wilfrid personally instead of letting blood loss do it. The only fortunate thing is that he never found out about Wilfrid's true gender as she never removed her masculine disguise after the fight.

    While Wilfrid's constitution is of superhuman levels after her drinking the sacred pond, even that will not prevent her death if no treatments arrive in time. Fortunately, Berit managed to regain consciousness due to only whiffing a low amount of the sleep pollen and seeing Wilfrid's state, he worked up the other animals by biting them. Despite this, the animals still have no way of healing Wilfrid or bringing her to a healer fast enough and would have given to despair if it weren't for Berit suggesting to find the hermit again as he has healed them before. While the distance is far, the beasts have to cling to this desperate last hope so they sent Berit and Louise to convince him to come by any means possible. But Louise had the better idea of having Berit ride Garin who's the fastest to the location to conserve stamina and then finish the rest of the journey when Garin becomes too exhausted. They quickly agreed and Garin quickly went off with Berit on his back and the other three remained to guard Wilfrid. Garin quickly went off, running to the hermit's house as he possibly can. When he become too exhausted, he grabbed Berit and throw him ahead with his last strength before collapsing. Berit hopped as fast as he could and sometime during the journey, he started to break his and his species' top speed limits with his sheer desperation and determination. By the time he reached the hermit, he have ripped several muscles and was a breath away from dying if it weren't for the hermit. Recognizing the hare as the one who belonged to that cross-dressing girl, he healed the hare and asked why was he so desperate to come here. Berit explained his situation and pleaded with the hermit to save Wilfrid and perhaps moved by his dedication to his master, he agreed if he gets to have the dragon's corpse which Berit immediately agreed. They first teleported to pick up Garin and then to the cave just in time. There, he pulled out a root of some plant utterly filled with life energy and applied its juice to Wilfrid's wounds which closed up in seconds and restored her consciousness.

    At first, surprised by the hermit's presence, it quickly morphed into a bottomless wrath when she remembered what happened and saw that Adelina is gone. Suspecting it's someone from the village, she wanted to march straight into the village and kill the bastard who stole her love away from her but was restrained by the hermit who, feeling extra helpful due to getting a dragon corpse, suggested she should collect information first before leaving to get the corpse. Admitting that he has a point, Wilfrid sent Berit and Louise ahead to check on Adelina and find out who attacked her. Back in the village, Adelina was forced to lie to her father that it was the warrior who slayed the dragon but was able to delay their wedding like her fictional counterpart though for a week instead of a year and a day. When she was worrying alone in her home, she saw a fox and a hare enter her home and almost cheered when she realized it was her lover's fox and hare before they stopped her. The two relieved Adelina of her worries about how Wilfrid was healed and asked her who attacked Wilfrid and abducted her through writing on the ground with a stick. After learning that it was the tribe's head warrior that attacked that night and that her wedding with him is a week from now, they went back to Wilfrid and relayed everything. Upon finding out, Wilfrid's rage was stroked again from the sheer audacity of the warrior for trying to marry Adelina and this time there was nobody stopping her, carrying one of the dragon's heads that she managed to borrow from the hermit for the day. When she entered the tribe, she bellowed the warrior's name to bring him and the whole tribe's attention.

    When the tribe all gathered, they all grasped especially Adelina and the head warrior at seeing Wilfrid though for different reasons. Wilfrid then explained how she was the true slayer of the dragon and that the head warrior had lied to them and how he attacked her and kidnapped Adelina, using the head and the seven tongues as proof. After displaying the evidence, she then dashed in with her greatsword to slay him. The head warrior, while more skilled and more experienced, was no match for Wilfrid's superior body and weapon and got impaled by her straight through. Deeming it not enough as a punishment, she then lifted the sword with him still on it and then flung him into the air and sliced him into pieces when he fell back down, shocking the entire tribe. The chieftain and Adelina were the first to react with the chieftain ordering the warrior's pieces to be fed to their hounds as he too, was angered by the warrior's actions and had Wilfrid be the next chieftain and be Adelina's "husband" while Adelina, despite somewhat scared of her lover's violence, still ran up to hug Wilfrid, glad that she's back for good.

    What happened afterwards is like the fairy tale: Wilfrid married Adelina in a grand wedding with her dad and father invited (it took a lot of effort to get the tribe to allow let them to come) and becomes her father-in-law's successor when he dies, she got along the tribe surprisingly well due to her warmth to others (and without anyone finding out that she's a woman), had several children through... means, ("I'm not telling you that!" "What about me?". L-later! ) and went hunting a few days before the day she is supposed to reunite with Gottlieb where she was hunting a snow-white hart and went into the part of the forest that is considered cursed. In it, she quickly loses the hart and becomes lost herself in the glades, thinking it's because her hunting skills have become rusty. Unknown to her, the hart was actually a witch who's of relations to the future
    Yumina
    Magician of the First Magic
    herself and she was lost also because the woods had a Bounded Field that ensures those who would enter would become lost. When Wilfrid was about sleep during the night, the witch appeared to her as an old matron in need of aid. Wilfrid, being innately kind to those who haven't angered her, naturally went to help this poor matron, falling straight into the trap. As Wilfrid was about to reach her, the witch struck the arm and activated the effect of the Mystic Code, turning Wilfrid into stone. Her animals immediately reacted but all got turned into stone as well moments later. Crackling in glee as she had managed to add the famous dragonslayer to her twisted collections, she brought the 6 stone statues back to her lair.

    Meanwhile, when Wilfrid was busy slaying a dragon and saving her love, the elder sister, Gottlieb, was fulfilling her sole passion of adventuring the world in the east. Unlike in the story where her counterpart found nothing interesting, Gottlieb had explored the entirety of modern southeastern Germany and everything east of it. She has come into conflict with over a dozen groups of people for a variety of reasons, each time surviving their wrath and even slaying their shamans; "befriended" (as in made trusted by after usually doing some work for them) even more groups whom she learnt from, including the weaknesses of the practitioners of Magecraft; hunted down the most dangerous beasts and collected the treasures found in the regions she visited; stealing an entire nest of wyvern eggs without the wyverns noticing; fought and killed a demigod of a forgotten war god in single combat, and even visited the Rome who was still a kingdom at the time when she briefly went south all within two years after she separated from her sister. One day, she realized that the date the two sisters would reunite was two months away when she was in what would be modern-day Pula, Croatia. When she finally came back to the Black Forrest, she first visited her fathers as she still had time before the day, and learned the shocking truth that she now has a sister-in-law and several niblings. That was the moment she felt a type of excitement that was different from the ones that usually would bloom within her heart when she had her adventures. With this excitement and anxiousness about meeting her newest family members, she went to the place where she split ways with Wilfrid and found no one there. Not only that, the magical dagger that they stabbed into the tree two years ago has its west-facing side half rusted, meaning that Wilfrid was in some sort of danger. With her emotions changed to an intense worry, she went to the tribe Wilfrid made home at immediately, having known the directions to it from asking her fathers. When she arrived, she was met with the tribe erupting in relief and cheers at mistaking her for her missing sister, thinking that their hero has returned safely.

    While confused at first, Gottlieb managed to recognize that this is a perfect chance to gather information and played along with the tribe's misunderstanding, easy enough for her as she's a natural actor and using her intelligence to fill in the blanks for her personality changes her sister went through based on the information she had, allowing her to fool the entire tribe and seemingly even her sister-in-law that she is actually her sister. However, this disguise would be blown when Gottlieb was alone in her "home" with Adelina who told her that while she's good enough to fool the members of the tribe, she cannot fool the woman her sister has married unlike in the story. While not exactly the way Gottlieb expected to meet her sister-in-law, they would get along well as she asked Adelina whatever information she have regarding her sister's disappearance which other than when and where Wilfrid went missing. Over the next few days, Gottlieb interviewed the entire tribe about her "disappearance" using Wilfrid's influences while having to play the role of her sister the entire time lest someone become suspicious and discovers the truth. Luckily, she was aided by Adelina the entire time which allowed Gottlieb to spend time learning and interacting about her and her siblings, concluding that Adelina was a great match for her sister. The downside and set up to the bad endingis that to maintain her disguise as her sister, Gottlieb often had to act intimate with Adelina without actually doing anything that would be considered adultery in front of the tribe, especially to her sister's father-in-law, whose relationship to the tribe would be considered "lovey-dovey" which included having to sleep together. Eventually, after gathering every possible information she concluded that the part of the forest was haunted because of magecraft and prepared accordingly before going there.

    After entering the forest, she too would become lost due to the Bounded Field and had to settle in for the night. As she's doing so, the witch appeared to her, once again as an old matron, excited at having another addition to her collection. Gottlieb however, was on full alert and the second the witch appeared she shot 3 back to back arrows at the witch but all of them got deflected away by an invisible force. Gottlieb asked if she was responsible for her sister's peril and demanded her release or else after the witch answered the former with a laugh that was cut short as she turned to see a big rock thrown at her by Frieda. While the rock was also deflected it had served its purpose as a distraction well, as Gottlieb used the time to notch and shoot her silver tipped arrow that was designed to be the bane of magi, obtained from one of Gottlieb's adventures in the east. The arrow easily pierced through the spell protecting the witch and went into her left thigh where it displayed its true purpose: preventing the magi from using their Magecraft as long as the arrow remain in their body. Unable to pull out the arrow as the arrow is also barbed, the witch had no choice but to comply with Gottlieb's demands when she threatened the witch, giving Gottlieb the petrification wand and then leading her to where she kept her victims. Once there, Gottlieb undid the certification on all the victims one by one with her sister and animals being last as she was placed at the very back. The sisters and their beasts are now finally reunited with even Gottlieb showing a rare smile as the two embraced for the first time in two years. After sending off the other victims in the direction of their homes, the twins returned their attention to the witch tied to a tree. The witch begged them to let her go, that she would change her ways which Gottlieb seemed to have accepted as she untied the witch. Only to rip out the arrow in her thigh with a piece of flesh still attached and stabbed a normal arrow into the witch's right eye at an angle that the arrow would also stab into her brain, killing her instantly.

    After that, they burnt the witch's corpse to be extra sure of her death and began walking back to Wilfrid's tribe. On the way, they happily discussed what they have been doing in the last two years while their animal companions did the same with their siblings. The cheerful mood would end soon however as the biggest deviation from the story happened. As Wilfrid talked about how she is the next chieftain to the tribe and her marriage to Adelina, Gottlieb replied that she knows and recounted what she has been doing over the last few days including what she had to do with Adelina. This caused Wilfrid to misunderstand and have her fiery wrath born from jealousy at the idea of her wife and sister, two of the people she loves the most betraying her, overtake her sanity. Before Gottlieb can react in time, Wilfrid took out her greatsword and thrust the sword out, the immense sword going into Gottlieb's body and out through the other side in a shower of blood as easily as going through the air. Gottlieb's response and her last words were: "Ah... I see. T-this is why... I told you to - to work on that temper of your-." The whole world was shocked and made silent by this sudden sororicide as the animals tried to comprehend this. This silence would continue for a minute before Gottlieb's animals roared out their anger and rushed Wilfrid to avenge their master. Wilfrid, her rage increased by the pain of her injuries to her sister's animals, swung her sword at the animals next. The beast was all experienced at fighting humans and beasts alike learnt during their travels with Gottlieb but against Wilfrid who is strong enough to singlehandedly slay a dragon, a young one but still a dragon nonetheless. The beasts' efforts only managed to delay their death as they all ended up cut down by the massive blade.

    It was only then that Wilfrid's rage finally ended and as she surveyed the result, the floor of the forest painted red, a massive pang of regret and grief hit her. She broke down wailing while clutching her sister's corpse, the forest carrying the echoes of her grief far and wide and her animals still frozen in shock. Eventually, her mind flashed a possible answer to this problem, the hermit. He has healed her twice and has done other supernatural acts before, surely, SURELY he can also revive the dead too, right? However, even this last hope would be extinguished too as when she got there with Gottlieb's body, the hermit told her while resurrection is possible in that age, he's not capable of it himself. Wilfrid didn't accept this and kept asking the hermit to stop lying and resurrect her sister until the hermit blasted her away, completely done with her. When she returned to the tribe, she ordered Gottlieb to be buried with utmost honour before shutting herself within her home in depression. With her animals having abandoned her out of what she has done, she is alone in her life except for her wife and children. Despite their best efforts to lift her mood, her grief and guilt would be too much and she committed suicide a week later. With Wilfrid's death, the tribe has lost their primary source of wealth and their best deterrent against the other tribes, resulting in the tribe being falling apart and conquered later. Nobody lived happily ever after.

    The only fortunate thing is that the twins' stories would become passed on through the ages, even if much of the details were lost or distorted, until made to the Grimm Brothers who composed a fairy tale after it, allowing the public to know their stories, this time with a happy ending.



    The twins' existence is an abnormal one, created by the Grimm Brothers who ascended to be a Divine Spirit to be one of his Singularity many guard dogs when Chaldea invariably comes to destroy the Singularity. To this they made two abnormalities happen to enhance the twins' fighting strength as much as possible for their purposes. Firstly, the twins are summoned together sharing the same Saint Graph which shouldn't normally happen as compared to the natural duo Servants, the twins have never done anything together. While the other duo Servants created their legends together which is why they can be summoned together, the twins did none of that, both in life or in the fairy tale.
    Wilfrid
    The younger brother
    slain the dragon alone
    without even her animals' help
    with only his animals assisting him
    and
    Gottlieb
    the older brother
    saved
    Wilfrid
    the younger brother
    from the witch once again alone. The second abnormality is that they have become a High-Servant, their components all sharing the theme of "the slayer of something great". Artemis has hunted numerous beasts, mundane and Phantasmal, and has killed the Aloadae that can even defeat and capture Ares, Drangùe is the destined slayers of Kulshedra, and Asclepius is the most famous ender of the finality of death. Also, due to how rough the Grim Brothers "sewn" the sisters and their components together, this ended up why the sisters get to have different Ranks for their parameters and Magic Resistance's Ranks and having Personal Skills that only one of the sisters can use instead of just sharing all of them like most duo Servants.

    By the way, the reason why their hair and clothing are different from each other is deliberate as they wished to avoid another misunderstanding like how Gottlieb has been mistaken as her sister. In their words, they are tired of being thought of as the other and want some physical individualities for once. Plus, they found a new fascination with dying their hair, especially Wilfrid, so do not be surprised if one day you see one of the twins having rainbow hair.
    Personalities:
    The twins' personalities can be described as being polar opposites in their wants, dislikes, and wishes despite being identical in appearance. Something that has puzzled their fathers for no end, often wondering if it's something caused by their education but it seemed that it's simply how they are born. That isn't to say that they don't share similarities like their both greatly love their family and friends and have a soft spot for their companions' species (hares, foxes, wolves, bears, and lions)and those who are poor as they know exactly how difficult life is when one lacks money. They also share a despise for those who would harm their family for selfish or petty reasons like how their uncle did.

    The first thing when one first comes to mind about Gottlieb's personality is that she's cold. Like an iceberg, her face seems to be in a perpetual poker face and her voice is forever monotone, never once showing any emotions. It doesn't matter if she's annoyed, excited, joyed, or furious, she will not display a shred of it in her expressions or voice. This naturally makes her greatly value logic and efficiency, which is why she's the tactician of the twins on the battlefield and the straight woman to her sister's antics in life, something that she's glad that she doesn't have to do as much after her sister's character development. This coldness, however, also makes her a social disaster, unlike her sister. She will not go out of her way to interact with strangers, when she does she'll be quite blunt in her words and will not mince it for others' sake. There's a reason why she managed to make enemies with the first twelve tribes she met in her travels and the only reason why the list isn't any higher is because, by the 13th tribe, she has basically learned what she shouldn't do to avoid enemies. Now if only she has learned what should she do to make friends too... However, it doesn't mean that her personality is completely robotic. The most noticeable warmth she has, aside from her love of her family, is her shockingly strong passion for adventuring to the point that she has a psychological problem of being incapable of staying in one place that she has already explored. She also has an intense dislike for misunderstandings due to it causing her and her sister's death so when one is made, she'll clarify it at once before any problems can happen. The best way to get her attention would be to tell her there's something interesting in the area. Essentially, she's a kuudere with an emphasis on the "kuu" part.

    If Gottlieb is an iceberg that contains a blazing fire within, then Wilfrid is a once active but now dormant volcano. In life, she was a hyperactive person who passionately expresses her emotions. When she feels an emotion, she feels it more strongly than an average person would which explains a lot about her behaviours. It is also due to this that she loves to fight in melee, a love she found during her last fight with the dragon, enjoying the excitement and smiling from being so close to her enemies as they trade blows. She also is a bit of a Hero of Justice, not as much as a certain redhead, who would have slain the dragon regardless even if she hadn't been in love with Adelina or it was a different person that got kidnapped. This would feed into why she's an expert at socializing, unlike her sister by battering through the other's defences with her energy and able to pick up subtle signs on others' faces which made her very popular in the two tribes she has been to. However, ever since her murdering Gottlieb, her liveliness has been replaced by depression, guilt, and self-hatred that which is why she's the suicidal wreck she was in the singularity who would avoid her sister out of the thought that she isn't worthy enough being near. However, she would fake being her old self because she doesn't want anyone to worry about her because, in her mind, she doesn't deserve it but the attempt is particularly bad, especially to those who know her in life. She would have been like this in Chaldea too if it weren't for the talk she had with her sister. Thanks to it, some of her genkiness has returned given how many friends she has made and how many times she has given Gottlieb a headache (of course never displaying it).

    Lastly, there is one final thing that the twins share. It is how they wish to be more of the other which explains why the colour of their hair and dress is the opposite of their personality. Gottlieb wishes to be more emotional like her sister whom she is jealous of for how easy it is for her to feel emotions where she can only feel an emotion if it relates to her loved ones and adventure. She wants to feel sadness, joy, anger, embarrassment, love and such every day instead of just once in a blue moon or if her sister is involved. Wilfrid, on the other hand, wants to be more calm and logical as she feels that if she had, she wouldn't have gone berserk and killed her sister on that day. So she now tries to first think before acting like her sister to prevent another tragedy.

    Relationships:
    To Master:
    The two treats their master as a working partner at first due to their prior interactions with the master involved in attempted mutual murder. As the three learn and interact with each other more, this changes into friendship. Wilfrid would be the one most affectionate as she will often try to bring her master along with her antics. Gottlieb would come along primarily as the one who keeps her sister in check and learn from her on how to socialize but would also show an interest in her master with charismatic they are. This interest would once make Wilfrid both excited and worried as she once again has a misunderstanding, thinking that Gottlieb is going to finally stop being single. Thankfully, unlike last time this is a harmless misunderstanding.

    To Witches:
    "Of course, there are witches here... Let's hope they don't know how to petrify others."
    "I don't know for sure but I heard that the Witch of Betrayal over there can freeze space which is basically petrification."
    "You're not helping!"
    Wilfrid tends to avoid the witches at Chaldea due to what happened in her life which isn't unfounded as she does have a weakness to them with her low Rank in Magic Resistance. Gottlieb on the other hand is the one who is being avoided due to the conceptual advantage she has over them which annoys her to no end as she's already horrible at making friends, she doesn't want people to be scared of her. Yet another polar opposite situation for the sisters.

    To Orion & Asclepius:
    "Hey sis look! There are two of our components here!"
    "I can see that, yes."
    "While I'm glad that we haven't gotten the doctor's madness, it is a shame that we haven't gotten those great knockers from Lady Artemis."
    "Not really. It would have been really annoying with those in the way. Though I do see why you're a great match for the goddess with how strong both of your passion is concerning love."
    "Tch, boring! But now that you have mentioned it... You're right! We are alike!"
    The two treat two of their components with respect for the benefits they have given them even if the two didn't willingly merge with them, Wilfrid especially. Gottlieb however, seems to have more headaches than normal whenever her sister interacts with the Greek goddess...

    To other Dragonslayers:

    "Oh boy, other dragonslayers! I have so many questions to ask my senpais and kouhais!"
    "Right you do that. I'll go get a book."
    "No, you're coming with me. How else will you practice your social skills?"
    "... Should I? I'm not a dragonslayer."
    "It'll be fineeeee."
    "Alright then, if you say so."
    Wilfrid, as expected, has become fast friends with the other dragonslayers, making a club of sorts much to the dread of the dragons in Chaldea when they first heard the news. Gottlieb often accompanies Wilfrid, using the place to practice her social skills.

    To Vritra:
    "DIE!!!"
    "(Trying but failing to hold back her sister) Master! Command Spell! Now!"
    Due to Vritra's nature, just the sight of her would make Wilfrid, specifically the Drangùe in the twins, go berserk. Gottlieb while slightly more aggressive near the Dragon of the Drought isn't affected as much due to her lack of compatibility with them. Please keep the two parties away from one another.

    To Medusa (all forms):
    "Nope, nope, nope. No offences meant but please keep their eyes away from me."
    "This is just ridiculous. It's not like you were conscious during those few days so I do not know why you are this afraid of it."
    "Still, it's a horrible experience with how you become numb to your own body for those seconds. (A mixture of roars and cries) See, they agree with me!"
    While having nothing personally against the three Medusas, Wilfrid avoids them due to their eyes' capabilities. Gottlieb meanwhile, surprisingly has been setting up encounters between her sister and the Medusas to have her get over this fear. Now, where has she learned this from?


    "Just you two wait! Just because your tale is the more popular one, doesn't mean you're the superior twi-"
    "I apologize for my sister's rudeness. Normally, she's much better than this, it's just that she's feeling extra competitive today after learning just how minor our tale is."
    Due to Wilfrid's bad first impression left on the other twins and the fact that they are adults, their relationship is now a rocky one. Wilfrid has been trying to apologize to them to avail after being punished by Gottlieb to no avail currently. Not brought down by this, she has sworn to mend their relationship no matter what.

    To High-Servants:
    "Huh, others who have their Saint Cores tampered with. In your words, they are our 'senpais'?"
    "Indeed! Especially that girl called Meltryllis who also has Artemis as one of her components."
    "Should we go meet them?"
    "What's this? you taking the initiative to meet others? Who are you and what have you done to my sister?!"
    "You're not the only one who has changed."
    The two have shown an interest in other High-Servants, even Gottlieb, and can often find interesting with them. Amazingly, Gottlieb seems to be on the verge of getting a first friend in Sitoni over talking about their bears. However, this has come at a detriment of Frieda becoming jealous whenever Gottlieb pets Shirou.

    To the Grimm Brothers:
    "Tch, seeing those faces again..."
    Sister.
    Yeah, yeah. Not the same ones who did this to us... Not that it's a particularly bad thing considering this is what allowed us to reconcile.
    True, that is one thing we are thankful for at least.
    An one-sided awkward relationship exists between the two pairs of siblings, much to the confusion of the brothers who wondered what they have done to the sisters until they read the files on the singularity. This caused the four's relationship to improve over time that a long silence whenever the four meet will not happen now at least.


    A woman walking down a hallway...deep in thought as she reviews her plans for the last time before the action commences. Her crimson dress, the same as her hair, flowed behind her with each step. While at first, she thought the dress to be impractical with how undefended and conspicuous it left her and while that opinion has died down a little after seeing how tame it is relative to what the other Servants had for an outfit, like Zenobia, she still would have preferred her old hunter's garb, Gottlieb mused as her plan is about to commence. And commence it did as once she is within 25 meters of the target location, she took out a talisman and started sprinting towards the location with her B Rank Agility, hoping that she would not sense her until it's too late. Speeding down the hallway and the rows of rooms and the various people in her way, she slowed and stopped in front of a closed room and effectively slapped the talisman on the wall next to the door hard enough to hear a thud and entered the room.

    When Gottlieb is in the room that was given to her and her sister by the group that summoned her not but a week ago, her roommate has just turned into her Spirit Form and is about to run away from her again. She wouldn't get far though as when she tried to pass through the wall, she was bounced off of it instead thanks to the talisman she has obtained from the Castors in exchange for owning a debt to them after. However, just the talisman wouldn't stop Wilfrid from escaping if she's really determined so Wilfrid took a deep breath and channelled the memories of her sister-in-law about her sister and all of her acting skills.

    "Sister! Can you believe it?! Master just proposed to me! Oh, my gods, I'm so happy! The wedding is next week!" Gottlieb said in an overjoyed and love-filled voice that would be unbelievably out of character for her if it was genuine which it wasn't thankfully. No offences meant to her master but they aren't exactly her "type" as the people in this age would say, if she even had a type that is. The words worked like a charm and had her sister out of her spirit form, expression filled with disbelief and shock. Step 2 accomplished, Gottlieb thought in her head.

    "W-w-what?! How?! It's only been a week! How did this—" Wilfrid reply before stopping herself as she realized the truth, her eyes widening further, "That was just a lie to get my attention!" she yelled out.

    "I'm glad, sister. You're finally using that brain you have with my words," was Gottlieb's reply before continuing, "Now are you done running away from me? It was annoying during the singularity when you would always stay at the maximum distance from me that our link can allow, it's now just stupid when you do it here."

    Wilfrid's shoulders slump down and sighed."There's no escaping this, is there?"

    "There's none," Gottlieb confirms. Upon hearing this, Wilfrid slumps even more and walks over to sit on her bed, looking apprehensive about what's to come. Gottlieb follows, also sitting on her bed facing Wilfrid, expression as blank as always to a stranger but to Wilfrid, it was one of expectation like whenever her sister asked what has she done to get into trouble when they were young.

    Wilfrid's thoughts raced as she think of an answer, her mind torn between the familiar thought of running away from the sister she doesn't deserve to be with anymore and another part gleeful that her sister still seems to worry about her despite everything that she has done. It would be interrupted as Gottlieb said, "Before you start, bring out your pelt. They deserve to hear this too." as she then brought her pelt, the combined sounds of 5 different beasts echoed out from it.

    Wilfrid hesitantly brought it hers out as well, the pelt also echoing the cries of her beasts, no, former beasts but this one is more hateful towards their former master which made Wilfrid recoil from it. Gottlieb seeing this, went over and took the pelt from her sister. The beasts' cries changed to joy again at seeing Gottlieb again in thousands of years. "Indeed, long time no see to you five too," replied the crimson sister as she puts the pelts on her lap and gestured Wilfrid to begin.

    Wilfrid took one last deep breath before replying. "It's because of what happened that day..." she said in a quiet voice.

    Gottlieb nodded her head to reply. "As expected then." She briefly paused as the memory of her death enveloped her.

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    "— it was such an annoyance what I had to do. Because of you, we had to sleep together just to have them believe me," I said with a hint of annoyance that only my sister and dad would pick up normally as we walked through the forest to 's future tribe from the witch's lair, smoke still rising from it when we torched that witch's corpse and lair. However, what reply I heard was not 's voice but rather an all too familiar sound of a weapon being drawn and said weapon whishing through the air at this.

    Battle-forged instincts and reflexes were enough to let her whirl around in the direction of the potential threat, to see a massive sword coming toward her center by... ?! The sword was moving at an incredible speed, so fast that even to her own dynamic visual acuity, it still appeared as a blur. Made worse is how short the distance is between her and the sword, all of which added up to an answer within her mind: I can't dodge this and I will die.

    Moments later, a burning sensation erupted from her abdomen as the blade went into her. The pain would extend to her entire body after the blade went out of her back. Instantly, pools of blood rose up to her mouth and exited out to splatter her sister's clothing. However, while the pain her body is experiencing is great, her mind went overdrive as it desperately tried to discover why her own sister whom she just saved not but hours ago kill her in the few time left in her life. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? The thought echoed throughout her mind as she tried to search for an answer. "Why would she do that— Oh. Me and my mouth again. And where has her skills at seeing through situations like this went?"

    Unconsciously, a complaint went out: "Ah... I see. T-this is why... I told you to - to work on that temper of your-," ah, damn it. Of all things to be my last words, I thought as darkness enveloped my mind.

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    "Sis- sis? A-are you there?" Wilfrid said, waking Gottlieb out of her recollections.

    "Sorry, I was remembering the event. So you have avoided me because... You're guilty of what you have done, right?" Gottlieb asked her sister to which she nodded. "Then would it help perhaps if you learn that I have forgiven you?" Gottlieb answered back with a shocking statement.

    Wilfrid's eyes widened and her jaws dropped at this. "W-what?! But I killed you! Killed your companions! All after you saved me and because of a foolish misunderstanding!" she cried out loud.

    "A misunderstanding caused by my poor communication. Honestly, the fact that it still happened back then despite having caused similar issues before during my adventures shows that I deserved it somewhat," Gottlieb answered back. However, it seemed to have caused Wilfrid to be even more emotional.

    "No, it's mine fault for assuming the worst situation and for not trusting you or Adelina!"

    "True and," wait what her sister would say normally? ... Ah, "Then that just means it's both our faults then." hopefully that is the correct thing to say.

    "Then what about Adelina and the others? I killed them too. I shouldn't be near you guys after all..." replied Wilfrid as she still does not believe she deserves any forgiveness, that she should have even been summoned alongside her sister.

    Gottlieb grabbed her pelt from her lap. "Oh, they forgive you too. Not as quick as I did but they eventually realized you were as much as a victim as we are, if not in the same way." a chorus of cries came from the pelt agreeing with their master.

    Tears appeared in Wilfrid's eyes, "I-I. You guys..." she said as she tried to control her feelings but failed.

    Seeing this, Gottlieb knew the chance has come, she is almost there. "We'll say it again, sister. We have forgiven you for your murder of us for you'll always be my little sister whom I love." This made the dam Wilfrid have been trying to maintain break away, tears coming out freely now as she mutters apologies again and again as she cries. Seeing this, Gottlieb comes over and hugs her sister and strokes her hair, muttering that it's okay, just like when they were young. For a long while, the only sounds that came from the room were Wilfrid's cries, worrying the rest of Chaldea as they can only watch as this is a private moment only for these two.

    When Wilfrid's sobs quieted down, Wilfrid went for the completion of the last objective and took Wilfrid's pelt. "Now will you five forgive her too and accept her as your master again?" she asked the five spirits that lay within the fused pelt, making Wilfrid stop crying too as she waits anxiously for her former beasts' answer.

    A minute that felt like a century went past before the spirits answered with a cry. To others that don't have Animal Communication, it would be just another loud roar mixed from 5 different animals but to those who do, it's an affirmation that they too, will forgive their former— no, current master. Smiling at this, Gottlieb gave the pelt to Wilfrid and this time, there was no hatred emitting from the pelt.

    Accepting her pelt back, Wilfrid's tears came back with even more force. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you... Thank you all so much, for forgiving me..." before crying a river of tears as her sister watches over her, glad that her sister has begun the road to recovery.

    This time the room is once again filled with the sound of one crying but unlike the last time, it is one of gratitude and joy.


    Author's Note:
    OH. MY. GOD! Finally, this is done! How does anyone write this much for the contest? Note to self: Start earlier next time if entering this contest again.
    Man, this sheet had a lot of my firsts. The first entry for the contest, first female servant, first gender-bent servant, first duo servant, the first Alter Ego and a high servant, the first one with dialogues outside the relationship part, first one with a (stupidly) long lore, and the first one with a story attached. Speaking of the story and lore, feel free to drop your reviews on it as that's the part I'm the most unsure about. Of course please leave criticism about the other parts as well. Here's the fairy tale if you want to read it
    Last edited by TQG Imaginatorious; August 23rd, 2022 at 03:23 PM. Reason: Changing the sheet (hopefully) for the better

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