Medea stared at the paralysed girl lying against the wooden wall of Ryuudou Temple with a bland expression, eyes masked by the hood over her head, "You're..." She touched her purplish lips in curiosity, "Conscious, aren't you?"
It was moments like these that reminded her of the nature of her newest servant, even if it was the first among them. Aston had saved a girl he had no real relation to expecting no recognition or reward, killing Rider and her Master in the process with no real difficulty.
The girl's frightened eyes twitching at her words served as affirmation of her suspicions and Medea would have questioned further if not for her bounded fields alerting her of a new presence, "The knight is back it seems."
Medea stood up to her full height just in time for Aston to appear behind her, forcing her to look up to meet his pensive gaze, "I trust you can dispose of the revolting pests?" He spoke as he took off his helmet, letting it dissipate into bits of magical energy.
"I could." Medea answered in a monotonous tone, "But why would I?"
She was a Caster for a reason and this was shoddy work compared to the curses of her time, but, Medea didn't fail to see how she could steer the situation to her advantage.
The Witch of Betrayal did not however expect the Lancer to smirk in response to her, rather confrontational, statement, "As I surmised, a 'witch' can't possibly understand compassion."
Medea didn't understand why the statement irked her as much as it did, "Was that meant to upset me?" Such a thing was unreal, she'd never seen it... Or at least that was what she'd thought until she met her current Master.
That said, the poor girl didn't deserve the cruelty she'd been subjected to and that brought up memories the witch would rather not recall. So, shrugging her shoulders in annoyance, Medea knelt down on the wood, softly poking at Sakura's cheek.
It was certainly a strange sight for the Caster hiding in the shadows of the dark temple room, illuminated only by a few rays of sunlight that made it through the rafters.
A cloaked witch kneeling next to a girl in a simple dress with a knight in dark observing the ordeal. Aston's, perhaps, sickly skin, dull eyes and colourless hair sharply contrasted with his armour making the scene almost, "Poetic."
Sasaki's remark fell on deaf ears.
"Like our current Master's life?"
Or maybe it didn't.
"Poetic? I never thought you would think of me that way."
"Oh dear, my apologies. I'd heard pathetic, not poetic."
"...."
Medea closed her eyes, muting out the two manchildren giggling like maidens enthralled at their shitty jabs and observed the girl, Sakura Matou.
There was a very apparent infestation of familiars inside her even now attempting to kill her only stopped by a sort of paralysis acting on her whole body but there was also something else.
Something the Witch of Betrayal had observed in the Einzbern Master, Illyasviel von Einzbern, "My..." She voiced her amusement and disgust in tandem.
The makings of a Lesser Grail.
She'd, after investigation, learnt of the corrupt nature of the Holy Grail this entire war was being fought over. It was currently inhabited by something terribly evil and wouldn't grant any wishes at all or rather, it would grant them only through destruction and ruin.
The strange thing however, was that this girl carried shards of said corrupted grail inside of her that were constantly attacking her psyche and Medea didn't doubt that the poor thing had already had a run-in with the damned thing infesting the grail.
It wasn't enough to be trampled and violated, her family's patriarch just HAD to ruin her further by implanting those inside her.
Of course the latter could be thought of as conjecture but Medea did believe her conclusions.
The Witch of Betrayal hummed in thought, putting a hand on her cheek as she parsed the more 'intriguing' possibilities and effects of the Grail Shards. Her gaze landed on her newly acquired servant and she instantly came up with a solution to several of her problems.
The corrupt Grail shards could empower a being but they would also deteriorate their selves.
Removing and transplanting them wasn't impossible for a magus of her calibre and there was a certain person who could use more power and less of their 'self'.
"I'll help."
Aston slightly shivered, and wondered what could cause it before pondering over how the world planned on ruining his day next.
Amidst all this, it was almost funny that the person involved the most had no real say in the matter.
Sakura had just been going about her day, gotten abducted, her 'family' possibly murdered and now was being forced to stay silent and listen as a couple of what she presumed were magi decided how to use her.
It didn't cross her mind that they were attempting to help her because such hope did not exist for one such as her.
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"What in the name of..."
Rin drew in a sharp breath, forcibly halting her sprint and almost stumbling over her own foot in the process, only saved because Archer decided to be nice for once and grabbed her by the back of her collar.
"This was Lancer?" The Tohsaka mumbled to herself, biting her nail as she took in the sight before her.
The Matou Estate was no longer an 'estate', instead replaced by a charred crater that would make one think it had been bombed to the Imaginary Numbers Space. Fire dotted the landscapes, the Earth was charred and not a single sign of human life remained.
It was simply destruction.
Archer deadpanned, crossing his arms, "It's almost like no one warned you about this already." He spoke sarcastically, running a gaze over the destruction before him.
The Lancer was a servant that never should have been here but then again, the existence of King Arthur's scabbard, Avalon, was enough to draw forth any among the Round Table, loyal as they were.
With twitching brows, Rin Tohsaka glanced back at her servant and grumbled, "Well, I'm sorry for doubting you." It sounded insane but it was right in front of her.
The headless corpse that used to be Shinji Matou failed to much affect the magus, but the scarred Earth and the vestiges of magical power belonging to a servant was proof enough.
"I couldn't hear you right." Archer smirked, amusedly scrutinising an embarrassed Rin's back, "Did the genius Rin Tohsaka actually apologise?"
"Y-Yeah, I did! Is..IS that so wrong?!" Rin's flushed face and her stutter rendered her attempt at a strong front all but useless, the only choice left to her being ignoring the matter entirely and focusing on what their original goal had been, "There's no signs of struggle."
Struggle would mean disproportionate destruction not.. well, this.
"He's called the Knight of Atrocity, this is his modus operandi."
Such sights were commonplace when this particular Knight of the Round Table was deployed. He wasn't particularly intelligent or coy but he was damn good at what he was famous for.
Archer supposed that did make a fair bit of sense.
"I suppose.." Rin put aside her own worries and fell into deep thought, coming to several conclusions of her own, "Are the founding families being targeted?" She wondered to herself, that couldn't be the case right?
His Master would have to be completely insane to target them considering their reputations and influence as well as necessity when it came to maintaining the Holy Grail itself.
Masters being casualties in Grail Wars wasn't uncommon, her own father had become one but that didn't excuse the possible destruction of the Matou Family as a whole.
It didn't make sense though, considering the Lancer hadn't even given chase when she clashed with him and was forced to retreat..., "Unless, he was playing around."
"Not improbable." Archer commented off-handedly, the red haired prick could be like that sometimes, from his own observations at least.
"That makes the next target either.." Rin paused for a bit, "The Einzbern or.."
"You. Do you see now why I insist on an alliance?"
"I was planning on it!" Rin stomped her foot, turning away to leave as there was no point in remaining here any further.
She could only hope she reached the Einzbern Castle before it came under assault as well.
With Berserker's physical prowess and ranged support from Archer, a Demigod and a hero of legend combined, a knight would have to be the one to fall.
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FEEDBAAACK!!!!
I'm actually back this time, for real.
Also with a little question,
Rin Tohsaka
Jeanne D'Arc
Who more waifu?
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You can find upto 7 chapters ahead at patre0n.com/Bleap
Completely filled, ahead actually. This arc is about to end over there.
Illyasviel von Einzbern felt a bit odd at the situation and could only stare at the impudent Tohsaka girl standing near her with her hands on her hips, displaying as much annoyance as she physically could with that boorish face of hers.
Bewildered by Rin's proposition and further stupefied by the fact that the smarter of her own two homunculus aids, Sella, saw it as a fruitful opportunity to strike two birds with one stone, Illya fell into deep thought, unable to make any snide or hateful commentary.
It was for this reason that a tense silence enveloped the castle hall all of them were standing in, even the greyish stone blocks seemed petrified, afraid of the hulking mass of muscle standing behind Illya, chest rising and falling with each breath.
Maybe his presence was what made Archer physically manifest with two short swords drawn, ready for any combat, meaningless as Illya knew it would be considering the sheer difference in parameters.
Not to mention the more magically powerful Sella and the dumb yet physically inhuman Leysritt standing between them in their maid attires, with pale hair hidden by gowns and emotionless scarlet eyes boring holes into their 'guest'.
(A/N: Short hair is Leysritt, Long hair is Sella.)
Rin stomped her foot on the red carpet covering the floor beneath them and sighed indignantly, "What'll it be? I don't have all day!"
Archer would have praised her negotiation tactic if not for the fact that they did in fact, have all day. So, he only sighed and facepalmed at her brash demeanour.
Illya smirked at that however, "Go ahead then, leave. Face Lancer, Caster AND Assassin on your own." Her smirk widened further as she placed a hand on her pale cheek, "Maybe Rider could help, that Matou boy seems to like you an awful lot."
"Rider i-"
"Oh right!" A cruel glint crossed the young girl's red eyes, "Him and the servant are dead! So really.."
Illya clasped her hands together, putting on an innocent expression that contrasted far too sharply with her eyes, "Who do you think will be targeted first?" And her words, "A Demigod?" She gestured to Berserker who snarled at the term she'd used for him, "Or whatever that is?" The homunculus girl pointed at an unamused Archer.
Rin clenched her fists but otherwise remained silent, she'd expected this to some extent but god be damned if the Einzbern wasn't the most insufferable little shi- Also wait, Lancer, Caster and Assassin were in cahoots?!
How the hell were any of them supposed to win alone?!
Hell, forget winning, it would be difficult to even dent their operations!
Illya did enjoy the troubled expression on her enemy but she too was in a bit of a conundrum.
Berserker was supremely powerful, perhaps the strongest servant in this war but she would have to be far too conceited if she thought there was no chance of them being in trouble.
Her bird familiars had proved useful and while the information available was minimal, Sella and her together had concluded that the three servants she'd mentioned were working together. Once she added to that the state of the Matou estate and the parameters she'd observed in Lancer with the Master's Perspective, it was easy to note that he was a considerable threat.
"Since you're in so much trouble, I'll help you out." Illya put on her best smile, closing her eyes to the shocked expression on Rin's face, "But..."
"Of course there's a but." Rin crossed her arms and looked away in disappointment, she'd expected too much. Looking away meant she got a faceful of the evening Sun and was forced to look the other way, wincing in pain.
"Rude.. I'll help if my older brother works with us too." If she was going to do this, she was going to make the most of it.
While the other servants would be weakened after such a conflict, Berserker's noble phantasm would let him be in top shape if he got killed even once.
That would mean a six servant conflict would end in the opportunity to get her revenge on everyone in the same moment, maybe even make it more flavourful by having Berserker violate whatever her 'older brother' held dear.
"Older brother?" Rin tilted her head, did these weird homunculi even have such a thing? Sick and old-fashioned as they were?
"Shirou Emiya."
"Eh?"
In her surprise, Rin missed the slightly intrigued glances Archer was sending Illya, wondering if he'd get his wish to murder his past self granted by his half-sibling.
"W..Wait, what?!"
"Don't mind that." Illya hummed, walking past Rin with a pleased, almost innocent smile plastered across her face, "Are you coming?" She looked over her shoulder, genuinely curious.
Doing as was asked of her, Rin followed behind her new, temporary ally but, "I don't like this." It reeked of foul play and fishiness, she didn't want Shirou to get caught up in this shitshow of a Grail War, just for Sakura though! Yes! For Sakura! She didn't care about him or his hands or his skipping! She had no choice here!
"What's not to like?"
Archer answered, dissipating into a spiritual form leaving Rin to be confused about why he seemed oddly, cheerful? Was that the right word?
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Bazett slammed her gloved fist into a skeleton's face, shattering it to bits and pieces of bones with her rune-enhanced supernatural strength before taking a step back and ducking. She followed the action up with a sweeping right kick, supporting her body with her two hands.
"Do you possess any idea where these creatures are emerging from?"
"Caster's handiwork, I think! Or one of the Masters!" She shouted back at the Saber fighting nearby, leaning backwards just in time to avoid a rusted metal sword that threatened to slice open her face.
They'd just been walking through an oddly underpopulated district of the city in search of Shirou but ended up ambushed by skeletal warriors with lizard-like skulls and tails, armed with rudimentary decayed weaponry.
Saber, if Bazett was being honest, failed to display the strength one would expect from the legendary King Arthur and felt that Aston could have destroyed every single attacker before she could even blink.
Though, thinking calmly, the Enforcer realised her emotional outburst had landed the same servant she wanted to help in turmoil. Turmoil he didn't deserve.
"Enough moping!"
Slapping her own cheeks to drive away unnecessary thoughts, Bazett Fraga McRemitz gave the current conflict her full, undivided attention.
A punch here, a kick there, and soon enough the skeletons had returned to their original dead states.
These things were only meant to hinder or harass, that was easy to grasp considering how weak they'd been and Bazett could only wonder why anyone would want to slow her down and hope things would go according to plan for once.
Saber stared at the back of the magenta-haired magus leading her about the city and nodded to herself, this was necessary. She didn't truly get it but she wanted to talk to her knight again, if not that then she simply wanted to be in his presence.
These feelings were odd for the King of Knights but they were her own desires, desires swirling in a mind that was slowly but surely dragging itself out of guilt and regret over past actions, guilt her knight insisted was baseless.
Ah but she'd always done that, hadn't she?
In face of turmoil, there was always the Knight of Atrocity to fall back upon.
Was that alright?
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FEEDBAAACK!!!!
Guess Jeanne won, I've started posting Fate/Absolution over at patre0n and will post it here after it reaches 8 chaps.
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You can find upto 7 chapters ahead at patre0n.com/Bleap
Completely filled, ahead actually. This arc is about to end over there.
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