Maybe if they get their industry up and their surplus matches the US :XOriginally Posted by NewAgeOfPower
Maybe if they get their industry up and their surplus matches the US :X
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The Power Of Will.
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In the end you will believe that light comes from the deepest darkness. At the climax you will believe in sacrifice, before the threshold you will see fear struck down. But in the beginning, in this story, you will believe in Sakura Matou’s Will.
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Sakura Matou was alone, and she preferred it that way as she travelled glassy eyed through the darkness. The young girl’s eyes never wavered from her set path, even as her inheritance roiled beneath her flesh and clamored for release. She ignores them with fortitude that cannot be found in the hearts and souls of most men and women.
A streak of bright red passes over the cursed child, the shockwave of the vehicle shattering the windows of the houses she walks past. The purple-haired child spares no glance at the surrounding houses, as curiosity arises within her shielded mind. She walks toward the source of the chaos that had set of dozens of alarms in the night, eyes alight by curiosity. The feeling strokes the fires and interest of the parasites within her, but at acceptable levels. The girl in the purple dress walks towards the flaming comet, hoping beyond all hope that she may die at her chosen course of action.
The girl skids down the slope, into the man-made river, with effortless grace. Her hands never leaving the straps of the brown backpack she had been holding the entire day, she balanced completely upon the heal of her foot as she controlled her descent. The bullies that had accosted her earlier that die, found out about her physical ability at the cost of most of their teeth, her patience running thin enough to hurt them back.
The power she felt was intoxicating, but the girl with a sunflower hairband knew well enough that was something that she shouldn’t have done. The clamor of her flesh had been far to uncontrollable, and she had run out of school in the frenzy. She had been walking for hours now, not stopping save to relieve herself of waste which had proven a challenge in and of itself.
The object was surrounded by flames, and the girl was tempted to attempt to hill herself upon them. Burning away her body seemed a good salutation, even as the thought was placed in the back of her mind in favor of satisfying the curiosity that engulfed her.
The object was simplistic, yet extravagant at the same time. Sparks of white energy flung from the jutting area from every direction, her mind calculated the amount of energy required for such offshoots, and she placated herself by the knowledge that it would continue even after she was able to see what was within the glass.
Alien eyes met empty, going over pale and translucent skin respectably, both immediately acknowledging the existence of alien life, even if the latter was accustomed to it. A white-gloved hand rose as incomprehensible words came from them, punctured chest rising quickly and laboursly.
A light struck her forehead, emanating from the hand… no… the ring upon the hand. The short-haired girl realizes that she could understand the alien now and allows the dying being to encompass her intentions.
“Take the lantern.” The beings voice is rasped, and carried a deep bass that was likened to a roar. “Take the ring, for it is most certainly coming… protect your people… recite the oath.”
The hand unfolded from the fist it had been, a final breath escaping the same moment the girls mind registered the faint sounds of a helicopter. A completely emerald ring leaves the body under its own volition, hovering mere feet from the young girls face. There is no fear in her eyes, no apprehension, the rings scan shows this but it sees deeper than that.
It sees the unfathomable will, the steely courage, and the unflappable drive that was accosted day after day and only grew stronger. The mechanism of power plucked its power source from the craft, away from the hands of its cooling creator and places in front of the girl.
The girl takes what she is offered, eyes focused upon the floating object. She keeps herself perfectly still.
“Sakura Matou.” A voice intoned in the back of her head, clinical, empty, yet somehow utterly enrapturing her attention. “You have shown great courage and will. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps.”
The craft before herself destructs in a fiery conflagration, taking the alien’s body with it. The girl shows no fear as she takes stock of the situation, feeling the ring smoothly slip onto her finger and accommodate her smaller digits.
“Isolating Parasitic Organisms.” The mass within her body, within her heart stop moving and her breath is taken away at the same moment. Her knees buckle and she holds her heart. “Unable to remove, power output required for removal one hundred twenty percent, suggest medical treatment. Power Upkeep for barrier: One percent every thirteen solar cycles of this planetary body.”
Tears well up unbidden from her eyes, she remembers her now-dead saviors words and finally ponders upon them for the first time.
Speak the Oath.
What oath?
The words enter the freed slave’s mind, and purple eyes glow green.
Amidst the wreckage and fire, a girl set a lantern of alien construction upon a rock, knowledge flowing into her brain without pause. The girl kneels before the source of her freedom, and touches the wring upon her right hand to the lantern. The words come and she translates it to the best of her ability.
“In Brightest Day.”
Power surges into her form, she hears twenty percent in the recesses of her mind as arcs of power leap from contact.
“In Blackest Night…”
Fifty percent, the ground around her quakes.
“No Evil Shall Escape My Sight.”
Seventy Percent, the winds swirl around her ankles.
“Let Those Worship Evil’s Might.”
Ninety percent, energy encompasses her purple dress shifting to green along with her hair band, the white apparel she wore becoming seemingly luminescent in Brightness.
“Beware My Power! Green Lantern’s Light!”
A flash and a sound of an atmospheric barrier breaking, the lantern is gone, along with the girl.
A decrepit creature within a basement smiles.
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The Dark Avenger.
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In the end you will believe that a happiness can be earned. At the summit you will believe in what people deserve, before the threshold you will see what people need. But in the beginning, in this story, you will believe in the symbol of vengeance that used to be Rin Tohaska.
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Rin Tohaska is alone and she is rapidly forgetting how she will ever get out of the forest.
The task seemed simple, to seek out a secret sect centuries old and demand to be trained in arts that could rival the magic that had taken her family, and was scorched into her bones. The heiress knew well enough that she had little to no chance in the premise, but the same had been said about restoring –no- surpassing her families fortune at the age of seven. She had been required to sell of the jewels, but the income from selling the reminders of what destroyed her family had allowed her to invest and play with the stock market to a degree that no one could have ever predicted.
The odds were against her, the deck set in the beginning, her cards would always fail, but she refused to believe that she had no chance of winning. The young billionaire had accomplished in a year what her father couldn’t do in his entire, short life, she had fame and fortune and was known in secret by the entire world.
She would persevere, and she would win. She would prove that the thing that grafted into her arms and that had killed her family… but she couldn’t ignore the temptation that the magic continuously prodded her with.
Making her feel weak, every time she made sure that she had to maintain her circuits day after day, she felt weak. Each day as she had to put down the urge to scream when she looked at her father’s pictures and felt guilt at not pursuing his dream and going on her own way.
She needed to be stronger, she needed to know that she can surpass her magic, that it was only a tool instead of what made her who she was. The girl making her way through the forest believed that if magic never existed, her family would still be safe and together.
Her mother would not be a mindless husk, kept alive by machines as the best doctors alive searched for a cure she knew would never be found.
Her father would still be alive, never having fought for something that had never had a winner or its prize proven.
Her sister would not be missing, and gone despite the promises that they were given oh so long ago.
There was very little else that the short-haired, severe girl hated, but if she ever searched for a reason to keep searching in futility, all she needed to do was look at her arm.
She’ll prove it, she’ll be strong without it. Even if she has to be at the very peak of human ability, even if she could not have friends, even if she couldn’t live a normal life, she needed to prove that she was better than she could have been in the projections that her father had set for her.
Without warning, she steps into a clearing and a man is awaiting her.
He is clad in simple clothing, a robe of coarse cloth over pants held by and constructed of the same fabric. His face is severe and shows no sign of emotion, her heartbeat increases as they lock gazes.
She feels as though she has died over a thousand times already, her knees are shaking.
“You are quite young.” The pronunciation is tactile, robotic, lethal. “But we do not discriminate in our clientele. Show us the currency and give us the target.”
She reached for the suitcase tied to the small of her back, only to realize it was no longer there. She looked up in fear, only to see a only a few years a boy a scant few years older than her presenting the contents to the man.
“This is twice the amount required.” The man spoke in his lethal, effortless way once more. “Do you wish to order two killed, my lady?”
She took a deep breath.
“Teach me in your arts.” She demanded, and the man’s eyes widened the tiniest of amounts before being carefully schooled. “Money is of no problem, I will pay as much as needed to lear-”
She is being held above the ground, by one hand. It had felt as if she was being lifted by the wind until the movement had stopped. An amazing constriction was upon her neck, but she grabbed the forearm of the man assaulting her and squeezed as she reared a kick at his own neck.
Her knee is dislocated and she is dropped down, it takes her all her will to not cry in pain. She touches her neck, and finds blood from the man’s grip.
Her briefcase is dropped forcibly upon her dislocated limb, and resets it as she grits her teeth in a silent scream.
“The old traditions state that we must accept all who seek us out.” The man spoke mechanically, towering over her with an unreadable expression on his face. “We were built from orphans, by men estranged and disgraced by men they used to serve and kill for. We require none of your currency, each body that receives our art is a body that marks our place upon this world.”
The man hoists her up tears away her apparel.
She faces it with silent dignity.
“We will break you.” The man intoned. “We will shape you into a weapon, we will turn you into something terrifying. You will be a part of the initiated, you will become a symbol, you will no longer be human.”
The man took off his robes and placed them over her, they were coarser than she had imagined.
He was covered in tattooes.
“The League Of Shadows will change this world.” Ra’s al Ghul stated as he stared into the eyes of his latest student.
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The Clock Tower Guild
Or
Why The Zeltrech Excuse Shouldn’t Work.
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A/N: In one of my earlier works that I have yet to update, my route of reincarnating a certain protagonist was questioned. Even though the entire plot device essentially allowed insight into my chosen main character’s mindset, many argued that it could have been done better by blaming a certain inter-dimensional vampire.
I pursued that particular avenue of thought whilst burning the manuscript that contained the entire plot of the story, and to be frank it sits as my most popular story despite the fact I will never update it again. Yay.
Four or so months later, I finally decide to look explain all this with the simple statement:
If Zeltrech wanted to f_ck around, do you think that he’d just send one person to another world?
We all know that answer to that.
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“Good evening,” A rather plump and slowly balding man stated whilst dressed in an immaculate suit. Despite his manager’s attempts for him to get a toupee and lose weight, this particular man worked his job with the same countenance for thirteen years and quite frankly if the newsman’s ex-wife couldn’t manage to it, his manager had the chance of a fresh juvenile delinquent in his first jail sentence of getting out of his first shower as a virgin. The man’s iron will in his decision was only surmounted by his love of British Cuisine, and we all know such men are beyond any saving. “A massive number of sink holes has been reported to suddenly emerge within the country of Britain, details are forthcoming about casualties, but optimistic reports favor none due to the lack of buildings in the area due to the buyouts of a certain company years ago for future cultivation. There has yet to be any declaration from the company, but it is of general consensus that they will not be pleased by their sunk land values.”
Had the owner of the particular company in question still been present in the world, the man would’ve found his career shaken and stirred until he was sent to the division that talked about internet cats. But day of days for this magnanimous and thoroughly disgusting individual, most of the stockholders that would initiated such trickery to gain favor with said CEO was also no longer present in the world. Such things were to go unnoticed for years to come however, but this particular news report, stated by this pudgy man for a mere thirty seconds on national television, would be the only declaration of the sudden loss of most of the Magic Users of Earth.
Needless to say, once this was all found out, the UK made sure to have far better looking newscasters in all its stations, on the off chance that something like it could occur again. Nothing is quite worse than having its most famous citizen in the twenty first century being a balding, chubby man that refused to acknowledge his need for a dashing toupee and a penchant for bad puns.
The man would later go on a diet, don a dashing toupee, and marry someone ten years younger than him and generally flourish under the limelight.
Though this story isn’t about him, it was certainly an interesting way to find out that Zeltrech teleported the entirety of the Clock Tower to another dimension, eh?
…
Shirou Emiya had the oddest privilege of being the only magus in the entirety of the Clock Tower to be able to step outside and not suddenly spontaneously combust. Understandably, this was completely by accident and he was harshly reprimanded by a rather large group of people. On an off note, this large group of people was noted, out loud, to be comprised mostly of women by a passerby. Said passerby was noted to be the thirtieth member of the Clock Tower to spontaneously combust in the new atmosphere of the world, mere seconds after the rescue of the twenty ninth by Shirou Emiya.
Testing was done, and with all the resources of the Tower brought to bear, a piece of knowledge almost everyone knew was brought to bear as his ability to be able to step outside and not burst into flames.
Many a jaw dropped when it was realized that because of the decrepit nature of his circuits, Shirou Emiya’s body and soul was able to enter the new, heavily magically saturated dimension they now resided within. Much to the chagrin of the only man able to traverse the new world, however, a Sealing Designation was very nearly placed on him on the subject of Prana Study that very nearly went through due to the support of a rather large, mostly female group. It was only due to the intervention of the man himself, and a rather rapt speech on the matter of exploring their new dimension that convinced the entire group, that saved the young man from a lifetime of Prana experiments.
Though the speech didn’t stop a certain heiress from attempting to overfill him with Prana and cause him to spontaneously combust each time he was sent out to gather samples of the atmosphere. It was only until their mutual lover stepped outside, and found herself overcharged with power, that the forced nookies stopped and Shirou Emiya was allowed to traverse the new world as he was required, albeit with a super-human being next to him, but he couldn’t exactly complain because he was getting rather sore.
Much to the surprise of every Magus, it was found out that Zeltrech’s declaration of sending the entirety of the Clock Tower to a new dimension had not been over stated in the slightest. The two explorers, found and accounted for each and every institution and underground lab on the attributed to the Clock Tower. The number of lands seamlessly mashed together, by the Director of the Clock Tower, atop a massive plateau that went a mile into the sky.
It didn’t take long, about three weeks, for the Clock Tower to finally analyze and figure out a method for most of their population to start traversing the new world without being burned to a crisp. Subsequently, this was also the first time Shirou Emiya managed to successfully scale the mile-high piece of earth that the Clock Tower sat upon, and made contact with the very confused inhabitants in the town below.
Much to the surprise of mostly everyone, save Zeltrech since he knew exactly what he was doing, Mage’s were common things in this new world and they enjoyed a form of government and utilized their powers to participate in quests commissioned by the mundane governments.
Much to the chagrin of many a Lord, they were prohibited from seceding from the Clock Tower by the ridiculously entertained Director, who was more than interested in spending time in the institution he barely visited the last two millennia, and their dreams of ruling their own, small fiefdoms were crushed.
In the midst of this all, Shirou Emiya should’ve been able to retire back to his new home and start a restaurant. The restaurant would’ve undoubtedly been popular given the fact he spent the last five years traversing the globe helping people, and picked up recipe haggling as a hobby. The red-haired man would’ve cornered the market, and gone on to make the Tohaska family rich once more and lived a happy, tranquil life.
But in the light of the fact that most familiars tended to combust into fireballs due to the massive amounts of magic in the new world, an explorer was still needed, as well as the only being able to converse with the natives thanks to some rather obscure magic, Shirou Emiya was commissioned by Zeltrech himself to traverse the new world under the supervision of his second-in-command.
Needless to say, no one was particularly pleased by this and Zeltrech liked it that way.
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Shirou Emiya didn’t care too much about the clothing that was supposed to protect him from the strong, magical eddies of the new world. The fairly aristocratic clothing was quite eye-catching, and drew the suspicion of locals. Suspicious locals usually led to questions, and questions led to fights, and fights generally led to running through some harsh environment whilst carrying a cute girl on your back with a few dozen monsters after you. The aspiring, young man’s thought process could’ve been contested, but the number of somewhat lewd photo’s he had in possession as evidence would’ve made some men want to gain suspicion of the locals.
The clothing, designed and made in the Clock Tower, was made to the express fact of sealing out the excess magic in the air, and with his decrepit circuitry, Shirou Emiya didn’t require it at all. For that matter, neither did his shorter companion, but they both wore it for the excess reason that they couldn’t risk not having spares for the third member of their party.
Barthomeloi Lorelei, having more Blue Blood Circuits than Zeltrech himself, would probably explode in contact with the magical environment and ignite the entire forest they were traversing without question. That would lead to inquiries by the local government, and quite frankly inquiries of the local government never ended quite as well as suspicion of the locals. The few times such things occurred out of his control, Shirou Emiya found himself allying with the local resistance group he never knew existed and ending up toppling the local warlord/dictator.
Quite frankly be a waste of time to state all the situations that could end up with Shirou Emiya as the hero of the day, and let’s just leave it alone for now.
“Mr. Emiya.” The dulcet tones of the strongest mage in existence inquired the very-attentive magus. “How much farther is this village you spoke of?”
Ignoring the fact that the woman who could smash men into atoms basically asked, ‘are we there yet?’, Shirou Emiya turned to his other companion without hesitation, golden eyes meeting green.
“We are a few miles away.” The Servant of the Sword, Arturia Pendragon stated with a nod towards her old master. The old human habits of traversing land on foot was lost to the modern magi, but not to the youthful Once And Future King of Britain. Saber was required more for her cartography skills than her fighting skills which suited the situation in any case, since neither Rin or Shirou wanted it to be known that she was an ancient hero. “Another hour of this pace will be sufficient in getting us there in a timely manner.”
“I grow weary of this.” The strongest mage present stated with an inflection of irritability. Both her companions knew better than to point this out, and that was doing a remarkably good job of lengthening their chances of surviving while traversing the grounds with her. “I wish to travel faster.”
The last statement was a tad petulant, the two swordsmen noted, an eerie feeling of foreboding capturing them as they slowly realized that they had no idea who Barthomeloi Lorelei was beyond her apparent invincibility. The factors of a lavish life filled with the best the world had to offer also came to the minds of the two, and they hoped against all the evidence they were beginning to see that the woman with the ability to destroy entire armies could not possibly be the slightest bit-
“Carry me and hasten this journey, Mr. Emiya.” The Queen of Clock Tower, demanded irrefutably, and her order was swiftly followed by said man. Due to the clothing designed in mind of keeping out the rampant magics of the new world, there was little for Shirou Emiya to accidentally grab, and for that he was thankful for the thickness of the coat. “This should do well to alleviate my hampering of our travel.”
If the fact was to be said, that carrying her in his arms would hamper his speed in any way, it went unsaid. The case would have been true in the previous world, as Shirou Emiya’s circuitry most certainly was not the best and carrying a person whilst traveling under the effects of Reinforcement still needed the expenditure of magic for the weight to be accounted for. As his own clothing wasn’t sealed up, as was the case with the other swordsman of the group, his access to magic wasn’t bound and he received the only form of magic available in the world through the atmosphere freely.
There were circumstances the group didn’t understand (Shirou), never knew about,( Saber), or didn’t care about, (Barthomeloi), that was being aggressively debated, studied, and theorized in the many think tanks of Clock Tower. The most widely accepted, yet still hotly debated, answer to this was that Zeltrech did not in fact take the Root of All Magic with them in the inter-dimensional jaunt, leaving their circuits to receive power from the new source of magic in the world.
The new source of magic just so happens to be four times stronger than that of the source that most were understandably used to, and, in short, attempting to access any form of magic from the old world was disastrous due to the simple fact that it blew up in most people’s faces due to being quite ludicrously overcharged. In terms that would never be used by any mage of note, it would be the same as attempting to recharge a phone with a charger that had an output four times higher than its receiver could handle. The battery could hold the power, as evidenced from the ludicrous levels of power, but there was a serious overflow that tended to try and enter the body as well, leading to… spontaneous combustion, much to the amusement of the man who caused all of it to occur.
The clothing Lorelei Barthomeloi donned was undoubtedly the best of the prototypes made in mind towards limiting the flow of magic, but it worked with the staple that she mustn’t use magic and provide an entrance for a sudden overcharge. Of course this only applied to small things, such as simple reinforcement since the magic that would undoubtedly enter would be far more than what was used, the woman carried by Shirou Emiya was free to use her strongest spells at the merest of her behests and so long as she utilized them in multitudes she never dreamed of beforehand. Where once upon a time the Queen had to use her spells to the utmost efficiency, she was now required to utilized them for as much cost as she could possibly muster.
This fact terrified a large number of the populace of the Clock Tower, and the increasing numbers of supporters for Zeltrech had only increased when she was sent out to investigate the new lands.
Shirou Emiya knew that the woman in his arms had basically been nuclear warhead in the old world, was now, in fact, a delivery system for multiple warheads and he wasn’t fond of the thought of her being one of the representatives of Clock Tower.
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“I do not think she is suitable for this diplomatic mission, Shirou.” Saber whispered to said man. Both of them were sitting in the village square, taking care to not draw attention by making themselves inconspicuous. This failed, as both of them expected, but the action was aimed to create a level of empathy with the villagers. The number of mothers shooing away their children, and wives pulling away their husbands made it quite apparent that it was succeeding.
Then came the fact that mere miles away their third party member was clearing out a part of the forest with barely controlled power.
“We were hired to clear away the forest for farmland.” Shirou pointed out with no small amount of trepidation. Arguing had never been his strong suit when he was a few years younger, and he certainly didn’t get better at it as he grew older. Of course this was his own opinion, and when considering the fact that he could argue with an old king and a rather hard-headed heiress there was little to be said about the fact that he was quite good at arguing his own point, just not when he believed it mattered. “She’s being pretty effective at it…”
“Lady Barthomeloi is scaring the villagers out of their wits.” His companion stated with no small amount of ferocity, Shirou surmised that it must be because the peasantry of the age reminded her much of her old subjects and she was adamant in protecting them. “There is little to be gained from gaining the fear of villagers, Shirou.”
“Well,” Shirou scratched the back of his head, taking care not to tip off his wide-brimmed hat. The weather in the new world was rather sunny, almost every day, and the heat of the new sun made cooling clothing a must. The magic swordsman knew a simpler method would be to simply wear less clothing, as the populace seemed to do, but the Clock Tower wanted a sort of dignified approach rather than him traipsing about in his jeans and shirt. “They don’t actually seem all too surprised, or scared about what she’s doing.”
Shirou pointed at the gathering of cheering crowds on the numerous balconies of the town, judging by the direction they were cheering on the toppling of trees in the distance.
“Maybe they react differently to magic around here?” Shirou surmised halfheartedly, noting the number of people running towards the event. “I’d hazard that with all the guilds they have, they must be pretty used to magic enough that they see it like entertainment in some ways.” The red-haired man gave a shrug as Saber huffed, slightly lost for words.
“Mister Emiya! Lady Saber!” A voice cried out suddenly, over the din of thunderous fallings of trees and the cheers of the populace. A portly fellow wearing a top hat and clothing befitting a stereotypical dress of a mayor reached them, breathlessly. “You must come quickly! The guards have sighted the monsters of the forest congregating to assault our town!”
Ever the pragmatist Saber inquired, “Why are they doing such things?” as Shirou immediately stood upright from his seat. The look Saber gave him easily got him back to sitting position, shifting the entirety of the dealing only to herself. Had it occurred with any other person, Shirou would’ve thought that the entire thing was planned so that he could’ve not messed up the negotiations, but with Saber he knew that it came naturally.
“The monsters know that when we cut down forests that our men aren’t ready for battle.” The mayor pleaded, clasping hands together in worry. Shirou couldn’t place whether the man was acting or not, so he did his level best to stop himself from leaping to the town’s defense immediately. Needless to say, he wasn’t very good at it, and it was only Saber’s force of will that made it so that the mayor did not see Shirou’s inner struggle. “We need your help to drive them back!”
“All your men are currently free from their assigned duties.” Saber swiftly pointed out, “They are not cutting down trees, so our aid should not be required to handle this matter.” The master diplomat leveled a rather cruel smile at the mayor, and Shirou had to remind himself that Saber would sooner die that let innocent blood be spilled. “Our assigned contract stipulated only the cutting down of trees, not the defense of the entire town against an army of monsters.”
The mayor paled lightly, and Shirou pondered on whether he was thinking about sending his men to fight, or the amount of money that will be charged to ascertain their aid. Saber had managed to haggle the clearing of the forest into a payment of a thousand of the world’s currency for every ten trees cleared forest cleared, up from a mere three hundred. When considering the fact a good meal, for Shirou, was a hundred of the world’s currency, the amount was quite substantial.
When considering the fact that Saber also planned on taking all the lumber to the summit of the plateau the Clock Tower was situated in, possibly not even to the knowledge of the mayor himself, Shirou frankly pitied the poor man and could only feel worse as Saber began to haggle the price for every monster slain at his has hands.
Quite frankly, Saber was staying hidden by simply playing herself off as a below average mage, like himself and carrying around cartography equipment on her back. Shirou, Rin, and Saber all agreed it would be for the best that she still hide her true nature from the Clock Tower, and only appear as a resource that was desperately needed, which was in all cases, a barterer, cartographer and an expert in surmounting written agreements.
The new world will never see her coming, and Shirou rightly feared for the ruling monarchs of this world.
Still Shirou didn’t exactly want to listen to haggling while there were people in danger, so he hazarded that he should do something. Since he didn’t particularly like his odds of no angering his companion, he pondered on what a conniving, sneaky, underhanded person would do in the situation to get what he wanted.
So what would Rin do… Shirou Emiya pondered, as the roars of beasts emanated in the distance.
“Mister,” A small child tugged on the hem of his coat. The child’s eyes were wide with happiness and elation, thoroughly unaware of the dangers that was being discussed. “Can you carry me so I can see the magic?-”
Shirou’s eyes lit up, mind whirring according to the mindset he had chosen. The little girl fell a sudden chill go down her spine, should she have been asked to describe the moment, she would’ve said she saw an unholy light within the eyes of Shirou Emiya.
Cute child, theoretical danger to town, Saber’s code of honor: Exploit ruthlessly!
In her lab in the Clock Tower, Rin Tohaska felt the need to punch someone. She made the mistake of punching the wall.
The swordsman quickly picked up the little girl, who was now thinking along the lines of ‘maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…’ and presented her right into the faces of the haggling politicians.
Needless to say, both of them were surprised.
“Shirou.” Saber stated slowly, making gestures with her hands. The same gestures were used when Saber was facing a losing argument against Rin, Shirou took this as a good sign. “Put the child down.”
“…” The mayor was speechless, maybe it was because of the fact the child’s foot was in his mouth or some more perverted fantasy, but he was most certainly speechless.
Needless to say, despite the fact his mindset was currently thinking line Rin Tohaska, he most certainly lacked the grace and eleganc-
Pfffttt….
Oh let’s just forget that part.
“Look at this child, Saber.” Shirou emphasized his argument by shaking the subject, something both the mayor and the child didn’t particularly welcome. Though both of them could agree that his method of argument was rather well put. “Look at how afraid she is… Look at the fear in her eyes.”
The blond knight attempted to speak, but as Shirou lined up his own pleading face next to the child’s own, she merely pressed the bridge of her nose as she shook her head.
Shirou pumped up his fist as he saw the gestures, they were usually followed capitulation and/or undressing, and since Saber was far more prudish than Rin, Shirou doubted that it was the latter.
(In the Clock Tower)
“How long is she going to keep muttering ‘baka’ under her breath?”
“Don’t question her methods, it’s probably an oriental concentration spell.”
(Back Outside)
“Go ahead, Shirou.” Saber sighed, slightly mourning on the loss of income due to her lover’s doing. Though she knew well enough, that if she played her cards right, it wouldn’t be a problem for her to exploit the oddity that had just been displayed. “I’ll keep talking to the mayor while you have your fun.”
Perfect amounts of implications in that last statement, a mixture of connotations to the lack of sanity of her lover, his large sums of power, and her control over him. Even if the Mayor before her was an imbecile he would’ve picked up on the fact that she had Shirou at her whims, needless to say that if he wasn’t in both cases he would be far more free with his currency.
So the birth of the Clock Tower guild began that day, with its three foremost members all doing as they will do for years to come: scaring the native populace of many towns, and having their sanity doubted.
As depressing as it is to reveal, this made them quite a bit more normal and far more preferable than quite a large amount of the other guilds. Not that they would mind the competition.
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ooooh. me like!
But why would Rin risk Shirou getting blown up at the beginning just because she can't get enough of him?
Illya is best servant
If your lover, who you know likes risking his life for other people, suddenly gains ridiculous amounts of power, would you not want to have him stuck near you forever through forced nookies?!
And yes, thank you
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I have to wonder what the Prana Experiments would've involved considering how the Sealing Designation was nearly pushed through due to a "large, mostly female" group.
Just poking fun at all the 'facts' people know about Fate Stay night Characters Xd
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Guilds?
Commonplace magic?
... wait, did Zeltretch send the Clock Tower to the universe of Fairy Tail?
That aside, LOL, okay, I liked this, it was funny. xD
I was thinking: What would piss an all-powerful Clock Tower off the most, whilst being powerful enough to counter them?
Then I read Fairy Tail Xp
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You are crazy, good sir. And a genius. A crazy genius.
The Clock Tower Guild
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Disclaimer: I do not make money from this.
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A/N: You’re all terrible people, anytime I make something serious it flops. When I do slapstick comedy, it’s a hit. COULD I HAVE NOT BEEN TOLD THIS SOONER?!
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The device before the eyes of Shirou Emiya received the same look of reverence from the redhead as a prophet would to his cult.
“The simplicity and ingenuity is amazing, but at the same time I cannot believe that I could have ever thought about it.” The magus gushed, earning sighs form his compatriots, “The culture of this world is utterly superior to our won in every way, we cannot hope to match even this simple work of art!”
“It’s an apron.” The strongest mage in the group stated testily, tapping a foot on the cobblestone streets with her arms across her chest. “With pockets.”
“Exactly!” The magus insisted, “I’ve been to every country in our old world, but this is the first time I’ve seen something like this.” Shirou nodded gravely, placing the item into the satchel he wore. “These people should be treated with caution, if they could come up with something of such ingenuity.”
“I do not see how this clothing could attest to their intelligence, Shirou.’ Saber protested demurely, not in the slightest appearing as if she was interested in pursuing the quarrel should it escalate. Shirou had a feeling she didn’t want to risk another loss in arguments, given his newfound mastery of the Tohaska Quarreling Technique. “Would you mind enlightening us to your knowledge?”
Lorelei gave a small scoff, placing her own items into her expanded satchel. The magic behind the bags of holding were one of the first to be successfully replicated, and given the expense of making one in the new world they were being mass produced and sold with a little help from industrial knowledge. The team no longer required to take missions, which allowed them to explore as they pleased, and buy what they pleased.
Not that they didn’t take missions anymore, the cartographer of the group insisted on forming relations with the leaders of the many villages by doing missions free of charge. Lorelei noted that those villages were practically funding the entirety of the Clock Tower as they bought and sold the many products being created.
Still, they bought items and sent them back to the Clock Tower as a side mission, never hurts to apply low-cost creation methods to high-quality products, the amount of currency flowing was enough to fund any project and acquire anything they wished. To say that the mages in the Clock Tower were pleased would be an understatement.
“With this apron,” Shirou stated with utmost belief, “I will no longer need to place my kitchenware on the tabletop, and thus have more room for ingredients.”
“Hardly a world-altering item.” Lorelei give a small scoff, taking care to break the wrist of a man who attempted to grope her. She made sure his flattery was known by only breaking his wrist, it was nice to know she was still attractive after all and no one was idiotic enough to do so when they knew who she was. “It’s importance is rather-”
“Underplayed!” The cartographer in their group suddenly declared, displaying a furious passion in her eyes that Lorelei did not believe could exist in the demure creature. “I express my utmost apologies in questioning your motives, Shirou!”
“I knew you’d see it my way, Saber!” The young man gushed happily, something which made the heiress of the Barthomeloi family suddenly gain the urge to hit him. The alien feeling was enough to make her pause her thoughts on interrogating the woman whom she had thought was on her side. “With more space for food, I can cook another course, or even just more of the same kind! You and Lady Barthomeloi can probably eat your fills the next time we get to an inn!”
Ignoring the look on the young man’s face, Lorelei began walking faster to separate herself from the duo gushing about what food should be cooked.
An inn won’t be found if they just stood around after all.
…
Rin Tohaska was a woman of many talents. The foremost expert in her field, and student of Zeltrech she enjoyed a certain spot in the new order rising to control the rising Clock Tower. Most of the Lords and councils were left behind in the old world, probably planned by Zeltrech if anyone asked her, and the few that remained were professors and not researchers.
Her experience in foreign nations, and a major in history at the college she used to go to for citizenship in the UK, made her an important part of the new system seeking to research and acclimate to the new environment.
To be perfectly frank, both those words could be replaced with the far simpler statement of: ‘Exploit ruthlessly’ and they would be doing the exact same thing in many regards.
Rin Tohaska lounged on her chair, looking proudly upon her creations on the side window. Massive artificial crystals, hung in the air gathering the latent magics in the air, powering the machinery that were sending the tiny new nation into superpower status. There was no small amount of pride in the girls frame, especially when considering the steps she had to go through to reach such success.
And as with many other laws that governed the fate of many people, a certain one prescribed that under no circumstance should a Tohaska ever, ever be allowed to luxuriate in success.
To be quite frank it should’ve happened sooner.
The door to the office suddenly burst open, the double doors swinging on their hinges as the man in charge barged in his cloak swirling behind him, despite the lack of wind in the contained atmosphere of the facility.
“Rin!” The two millennia old man declared mightily, making the heiress freeze as she reached for the jewel on her bracelet. “The rulers of this world have demanded that I send an envoy to speak with them, and seeing as you’ve done so well to utterly debase their entire economy I thought that you’d do the best to negotiate for us!”
With speed bereft of his power, Zeltrech suddenly appeared next to his apprentice kicking open the window she had been looking through without the slightest hesitation. Rin was about to scream, expecting to start burning alive, but looked up when she realized she wasn’t extra-crispy just yet.
Though her heart sank when she saw what was in Zeltrech’s hand.
“I call it the Kaleido-stick!” The man declared proudly brandishing a scepter with a circle situated at the very top. Had it been merely such a thing, there would definitely not have been a single problem, but within the circle was a gaudy yellow star and wings sprouted from the circle. The shaft was a gaudy pink, that seemed to sear itself into Rin’s eyes. “This one is Ruby and she should be able to protect you from all the enemies you’ve made!”
The old man pressed the scepter into the young woman’s hands, and she exploded into light. Rin swore her eardrums popped twice, consecutively if that made any sense, but she knew better than to swear by anything being impossible with her master around.
“Hmmm.” She suddenly noted the sound her master was making. “It seems that the Kaleido-stick has had my orders for Classical-Victorian corrupted by the articles of clothing I had it analyze from the scouting expedition.”
As befitting someone of her importance, Rin Tohaska had a full-body mirror located in the corner of her room, right next to her desk. There was a bevy of protective measures that the mirror employed, and several could kill an average man in less than a second, but that wasn’t of great importance at the moment, only its primary use could provide.
Red boots led into red stockings that touched her thigh, but did nothing to even attempt to reach her near-scandalous skirt an inch of skin between said apparel and leg-wear. The skirt seemed to puff outward, with frilly laces underneath, while simultaneously doing nothing to hide a decent panty-shot should she not be careful. To her dismay, the skirt was connected to a white bodice that went up to her chest with nothing underneath. To her slight satisfaction, a cross between a vest and a waistcoat without sleeves clipped neatly up to her neck, red in color and with gold along the center.
Her arms were covered with red cloves, going up to her bicep, before mimicking the display of her stocking and leaving her shoulders bare, save for the-
“Why is my cape cut in half?!” The brunette heiress yelled shrilly, and the only man present in the room took on a thinking expression.
“I don’t exactly know, but I do have a feeling it may have something to do with your lack of wings.” The old man assured the girl, glad that she was moving so forward. Many others would question how their clothes were changed so hastily, but his new promising student questioned the important things: the quality of the new clothes that suddenly replaced her old ones in a brilliant flash of light. Tohaska Rin was most assuredly going places, and he gave a content huff before picking up the girl by the scruff of her collar, noting the twin ponytails that her hair was now in. “Best be going though, I’ve preset the location of this country’s capital, so just do your best in negotiating!”
“I can fly to the capital?!” Rin Tohaska yelled in fear.
Zeltrech noted the skipping of inadequate questions such as ‘how’ or ‘that doesn’t work’ or ‘do you suppose I can practice’ and noted the as his student inquiring about the energy involved in the flight and maybe even the time needed to get there.
Had he been a millennia younger, he would’ve wept in astonishment about the fact that he had such a student. Being the jaded man he was, he forced the tears back into his eyes with a simple thought.
Because Zeltrech can do such things, do not question it.
“A few hours at most.” The millennia old vampire stated with a gentle scuffling of his student’s hair as he held her out the window. “Remember, if you can’t get a good deal, just blow them away! That’s the best catalyst in the world!”
Then he threw her, a clean pass through two pylons and off the cliff edge. The old man had quite the arm.
The Rin-Missile streaked through the sky, and not a single person noticed.
Just like always to be quite frank.
“Lord Zeltrech!” A rather stern looking man stumbled into the room, wearing green robes with purple vestments, he smelled of cigars and Zeltrech regarded him slight interest. The young lad was nowhere near the level of his current apprentice, but he would do for now. “I must implore you to return to your post, many accords need to be struck amongst the populace or we will fall into turmoil!”
It had been quite some time since he’d trained a leader of the people, he’d been entertaining himself with sending humble young men to all-girls magical schools the last few decades so he hazarded it shouldn’t be a waste of time, especially with the current circumstances.
“What’s your name, boy?” Zeltrech inquired, and the man seemingly gathered himself within a millisecond and was now in a steep bow.
“I am Lord El-Melloi the secon-”
“None of that drivel!” Zeltrech barked, enjoying the look of confusion and fear in his new subject’s eyes. This would most certainly be fun, the old Lords had been quite the boring traditionalists last he remembered, and he didn’t want that for this new one. “Your real name boy, the council of Lords are broke and I’m keeping it that way.”
The young man’s upper lip quivered for a moment.
“My name is Waver Velvet, sir.”
“Well your parents most assuredly expected you to have enormous amounts of talents to stick you with a name like that.”
…
There were plenty of things to do in the new world, and quite a few intrigued Emiya Shirou quite a bit. Needless to say, it was his opinion that if a world with magic had been boring, the universe should decidedly try and experiment for a fair bit, but he was glad to see that wasn’t the case.
There were new swords to play around with, monsters to try out his new swords on, nice people to meet, bad people to try out his new swords on (though there was rather large lack of those) and a curious lack of people to kill that he found refreshing.
Oh and new animals and vegetables to cook, that was a must. These people were absolute geniuses to incorporate magic into cookery, and the few times he’d splurged into his massive budget he’d always been amazed at what people ate in this world.
They had fire-flavor! The food was on fire, but didn’t burn! It somehow didn’t burn his mouth, but he found the taste… well… exactly like fire! Their ice cream was literally ice, and some mud-pies were dusted with some sort of flavoring he could most definitely identify as mud!
Oh course he expected there to be some things he didn’t like, but for that matter he didn’t even eat that much anyways. The two woman he was with were as passionate about food as he was about cooking food, so after he tasted something he didn’t hesitate to give it to his teammates.
Truly, they seemed to endless pits in the regards of food, but considering the fact that both of them were superhuman, he doubted anyone would say they didn’t require more sustenance. Pushing his own body to its new limits strained him more than enough to necessitate a larger intake of calories, but he merely ate the same amount as a regular mage would have.
Saber and Lorelei, however, made the red-haired culinary artist thankful of the new satchels they –ahem- reverse engineered. Shirou estimated the amount of food they require on a weekly basis would need a semi-truck to pull along. The prospect of feeding everyone should they leave the Clock Tower would probably cause no small amounts of food shortages in the relative area, had they still lived within the old world.
In this new world, he saw cows grow to full size, and two-headed, sheep the size of small cars that regrew wool instantly. Shirou had taken up inquiring about the animals at every village, and was happy to see they were common stock.
Common stock meant that, at most, they’d maybe have to threaten only a single man to part with his land and settle the Clock Tower. One man for animals and another as a simple produce grower. They didn’t have to be men, of course, since he saw quite a bit of women growing crops, but a male was always better for starting families given the oddities of mages.
Rin’s relations with him and Saber was surprisingly well-accepted, especially when Rin produced both his and Saber’s pedigrees. Shirou didn’t even know he had a pedigree, but he was rather flattered at the fact that he was recognized as exceptional for a first generation magus. There would be no shortage of partners for the (un)-lucky man they managed to hire/threaten into the job.
As it stood, Shirou was the man in charge of procuring ingredients and supplying the Clock Tower with sustenance. Saber was doing quite well in procuring materials for construction, given the detailed plan to undermine the economy of the world by technological means, written by their shared lover.
And Lorelei was the trump card that could wipe out ten square kilometers in a channeled five second spell.
The magic in the new world was supposedly learned in a similar sense of master and apprentice, as was with a few in the Clock Tower, but there were things called Mage Shops that sold common spells that nearly anyone could employ without training. Shirou Emiya felt that those particular places would be under heavy scrutiny, if not outright hated once word of them spread in the Clock Tower..
Understandably, the woman who utilized E-rank spells to utter perfection so that they could destroy entire rooms, took it upon herself to learn every single spell available.
Shirou Emiya was somewhat enamored with swords and new-fighting styles, Saber quite liked turning every village they met into a fief attached to the Clock Tower, but Lorelei’s drive to master every magic she came across was a tad overbearing even in the eyes of the man who would risk getting hit by a car to save a squirrel.
A fist sized, fireball spell that even Shirou managed to cast was perfected to the point that it cost nearly nothing to cast, yet suddenly had the volume of a boulder. Shirou never doubted the statement that she was the most powerful magus living, but he quite liked having that small shred of doubt that was banished from existence when the woman held a fiery ball of flame the size of a small house above her head. The entirety of the valley that he had been fighting monsters within, was now a reminiscent of a small volcanic caldera. It did not help that the simplicity of the new spells allowed the woman to cast as many as she pleased with her enormous reserves of power.
Shirou doubted anyone could’ve managed to take that attack on, unless there was something as bullshit as immunity to any kind of fire in this world. There were plenty of ways he imagined such things could be stopped, but that involved a few month of preparation and he doubted it could stop a second attack.
“Shirou!” Saber suddenly called, bringing the red-head out of his stupor, “We have found something that is of high priority! Hasten your selection of ingredients!”
Knowing saber quite well, Shirou knew what her last sentence entailed as he walked to the man at the counter.
“Place everything you are currently selling into this bag, I will give you…” Shirou began to haggle for everything the man owned, feeling slightly akin to a robber, if not for the fact he was going to be parting with a large sum of money.
…
The new world was decidedly quite hostile, and not only because of the large number of rabid monsters quite willing to kill men and take women for themselves, but the environment itself.
“We’re only two miles away from a temperate climate,” Lorelei noted dryly, pulling up the hood of the thick coat she had Shirou procure for herself and Saber once she acquired the information of the area. AS she expected, the demand was met but not exceeded as on of their party was understandably freezing in the weather. “This is most definitely of magical means, does your senses state other wise?”
“I-I don’t smell any mages around,” Shirou chattered, holding himself around the chest and shivering. Had it not been for the fact that he thought her request to buy coats had been a mere joke, she would’ve felt… well not sorry… slightly bad? “So this is natural.” The young man snapped his finger tips and an orb of flame began to hazily obit him. “Oh thank god that worked…”
“It was very ignorant of you to ignore the fact that this team’s leader ordered for winter clothing Shirou.” Arturia admonished him, making Lorelei nod in concurrence with the other females apt thoughts on the manner. The Queen quite liked this oddly named girl, and was quite glad to have met a kindred spirit. “As the man in charge of supplies of this group you would do well to take initiative and take matters into your own hands. “
“I’ll make sure to remember that.” Shirou stated with a sigh, and a few more snaps led to three orbs of flame orbiting his form. Another aspect that Lorelei approved heartily of his person, quite oddly she didn’t dislike the assignment as much as she had estimated, mostly due to the fact her two companions were the sort of people she approved of.
Deciding that the man learned his lesson, she immediately quenched the insignificant flames surrounding him and began to take off her cloak.
“Won’t you be cold- huurk”
Shirou Emiya was very aware of the fact that he no longer felt the cold, but given the fact he was now covered with a cloak with a walking-weapon-of-mass-destruction wrapped around him, he expected that to be a side-effect.
“We best not waste time,” the girl in his arms stated. “Continue according to the map we have been given.”
Not bad company at all, if Lorelei Barthomeloi could say so herself.
…
If someone said to Arturia Pendragon, that she would be spending her life in another world hunting for treasure, she would have had Merlin locked up in the dungeon for around a week.
The crafty old geezer may not have been quite as powerful as the inter-dimensional Wizard Marshall, but he was tricky beyond compare. Warnings of such kind was received on a weekly basis, and Merlin, as a result, was jailed on a weekly basis. The old wizard’s cell was in the highest tower, and just so happened to become his customary home whenever he decided to actually stay in the castle.
Here she was though, in another land hunting for treasure and she couldn’t even blame it on Merlin this time around.
Quite odd that.
“Do you see anything where you are, Arturia?” Shirou called from the other side of the immense stone fortress, she hefted a rather large rock out of the way of a cave system and closed it when an arrow whizzed past her face.
“Nothing to be found over here.” She called out deftly, minding the pillars that held up the ceiling. “The Wyvern Blade seems to no longer be in this place.”
“I doubt that.” The newer member of their party reminded Arturia mostly of the Ladies-In-Waiting that served Guinevere, in her utmost seriousness of any situation. “The monsters that Emiya had to kill in order for our access into this room denotes contrary to your beliefs.”
“They were hardly a challenge.” Arturia swiftly rebutted. “They could not have been the guardians of such magnificent treasure.”
“Well I’m fairly sure that the creators of this dungeon did not take into account the fact I can send swords to skewer things.” Shirou interrupted mild, quickly earning glares from the two arguing women. “I’ll be quite now.” he promised dutifully, mere seconds after ward, taking care to study the rubble within the room with rapt attention.
“As ungainly his interruption may have been,” Lorelei spoke with a slight glare in the direction of the man in context. “His point is valid, those monsters would most certainly have been a challenge for an average magus of this world.”
“We cannot simply think that it is here merely because of the fact that it was still guarded.” Saber rebutted, taking another cursory glance around the room. “The tales the merchant drafted around the blade was of immense proportions, and I would hazard that a skilled man or woman would have been able to retrieve it with no problems at all.”
There was a sudden thunderous sound, that drew the attention of both Arturia and Lorelei in the direction of the only male in the group.
In his hands was a handle of sorts, and before him the wall began to sink to the ground.
All three became quite aware of the stench that suddenly pervaded the room.
“Lorelei.” Arturia questioned as she slowly backed away from the acidic stench beyond the door. “Why was the blade sealed away, despite its power and importance?”
“It was the only weapon able to subdue the Virulent Wyrm,” The noble stated, “It was buried along with the being, away from magic, to stop it from rising again.”
“Did the legend say that the Wyvern Blade killed the beast in question?”
A deep roar echoed from the depths of the door.
“I guess not.”
…
All things considering, the group was in a situation between bad and terrible. Terri-bad, if you will. Lorelei couldn’t attack in the fewer of crushing them all to death, and Saber couldn’t attack because she was hiding her identity, and also for the fear for crushing them all to death.
Giant underground temples do not make for good battlegrounds for people whose attacks could destroy castles, that was just common sense.
Not that their enemy had anything to ponder about that, the corrosive acid it was spitting everywhere had a rather nifty effect of not affecting the substance keeping the ceiling and few tons of snow out so it had free reign within the cavernous walls.
In the heat of the moment, it befell Shirou Emiya, the absolute weakest of the entire group to slay a beast that was locked up for centuries within a tomb and simply came out angry.
Sadly, he had just as much of a chance to destroy the surrounding area and kill themselves just as much as the other two, the only concrete difference being… well… he had the compassion necessary to actually offer the thing a fair fight.
There were plenty of ways to go about fighting the winged terror streaking about the high ceiling, most of which would collapse the ceiling in the process and make the entire strategy moot point, so Shirou naturally ignored those. Shirou noted, however, the rocks that were being dislodged by the beast with it’s small wingspan, and he wondered if those slowly falling pebbles could hold give him enough traction.
Complex physics that shouldn’t be described due to poor narrative standards went through his brain, and he decided he couldn’t actually use the pebbles as stepping stones, but he needed to reach the dragon that was flying irritatingly in the center of the large room and away from the walls.
The hypothesized technique met Shirou Emiya’s usual problem solving method, and Sir Francis Bacon rolled into his grave and wept at the destruction of the logical method.
One may ask why this was the matter, but Shirou Emiya was not a fellow of common sense. Shortly before some seriously traumatizing events that led to him having two girlfriends and in his current situation, the young man had a talk with his future self that more or less allowed him a semblance of self-acknowledgment. A whole host of other things occurred, and the genuine methods of Shirou Emiya in the heat of battle could be summed up with a single world: swords.
A whole shit ton of swords, mountains of swords.
Admittedly, he could have made a tower of swords to reach the enemy, but his mind was still rifling through the old plan of jumping on pebbles and an unholy amalgamation came forth. The sort of which would become depressingly common given the future contact with foes of equal nonsensical styles of fighting.
On this particularly bad Tuesday, Shirou Emiya was going to do something particularly stupid… again.
…
The mighty Virulent Wyrm was pretty pissed.
Admittedly he had eaten a few villages worth of people, but he didn’t quite think that necessitated a jail time of five hundred years with a dagger stuck in his spine. The Wyrm was just trying to bulk up for mating season, anyway, even the humans should know how important getting the right mate was for a Virulent Wyrm. There was maybe one girl for every three guys, terrible situation, only made worse by the fact that each one was more likely to eat you than mate with you.
The literal choice in the matter of mating for the Virulent Worm was: stay alive… or get laid.
Seeing as he was pretty pissed, this particular worm liked his chances of getting laid, and getting locked up in stone for a few centuries was just dammed overkill in his opinion. Couldn’t they have done it after he got laid? Horror stories of pregnant females were rampant in his generation, mostly due to the rather disparate lack of a previous male generation and the number of male skeletons in the nests they grew up in.
Oh, it seems that one of those magic users are going for a beeline for the walls.
Good tactic, really, but there was a reason he was keeping a tight circle in the middle. The Wyrm knew quite well that at the height of a jump, tended to slow down and getting hit with thick poison at that moment was the best way to make them fall to the ground. That tactic usually terrified other mages, and they tended to run away, he could already taste the sweet above ground air-
Wait, that dagger in my skin is new.
Where did he get that giant sword?
Why is there swords appearing in midair and shooting towards me?
How in the nine-hells is he riding a sword towards me?!
And thus, the Virulent Wyrm’s life ended quite unlike most of the enemies of the group.
Lorelei Barthomeloi’s enemies would have thoughts along the lines of: ‘Oh sh-’. Seeing as she would undoubtedly be the main force of the group, this would be the main thought of any enemy of the group.
Arturia Pendragon’s future enemies would have thoughts along the route: ‘Where did she keep that?” A decidedly frequent occurrence when someone attempts to take the Once and Future King of Britain hostage.
Shirou Emiya’s enemies, as most of his prior enemies in the world would think along the lines of:
“What the flying fuck?”
Quite apt considering the new tricks the young man was learning.
…
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*is stunned*
Illya is best servant
What the flying fuck indeed. I am greatly amused.
xD
What the flying fuck indeed.
This is far too amusing. It shouldn't legally be this enjoyable.
Good job.
Oh geez, Shirou vs Ezra in who has more weapons battle.
Shirou, Though he probably doesn't have a nifty leopard bikini that increases his speed.
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He will, the moment he lies his eyes on hers. All armaments allowed into UBW, even shields that are actually bounded fields like Rho Aias. And armor counts. It's...just very unlikely to fit. He won't use most of those armor suits until he can use alteration to tailor them to his steely muscles.
This is very silly and thus very amusing.
It did, however, niggle me in the jimmies. Somehow enough to make an effort.
Would you believe you're the only non-Velsper person I've done this for?
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Erza is not not necessarily the poor-man's version of Gilgamesh, but at least a few ranks down down from him in terms of the sword-spam-wielders league. She'd probably assume that Shiro's swords were merely summoned like hers at first, or perhaps confuse it with Arc-Of-Creation magic, then try and fight fire with fire. But Shirou is to Sword-Spam what Dragon-Slayers are to their elements, as evidenced by Gilgamesh. The more she fights him, the stronger she makes him. A fight between them will always end on a winning note for Shirou; even if Erza pulls off a win due to the power of Nakama, or whatever it is she's running on these days, she'll still have wound up increasing Shirou's armory by a lot. Also, she'll likely be several weapons lighter if they break from the fighting.
Also, Shirou trying to alter some of Erza's armor to fit him with Alteration only to fail and wind up wearing women's clothes would be hilarious.
Finally, AWESOME STORY!!! WANT MORE!!! So, so, soooo funny.
Rin can never be successful, Shirou is still literally insane, Arturia will build herself a kingdom again, and Lorelei is a walking WMD and still getting stronger.
...
...Natsu is going to die when he inevitably tries to fight her, isn't he?
Shirou proceeds to copy Erza's armory and add it to his own.
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