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( 2 ) I will be all the good in the world.
The HOLY GRAIL WAR Meme
Who will it be?
For those unfamiliar with Fate/Stay Night or Fate/Zero, you can find a better explanation of the Holy Grail War here. (Note: The Holy Grail War in Fate/EXTRA functions in a dramatically different way, and one not followed for purposes of this meme.)
Instructions
1. Comment with your character. In the subject line, put that character's name, canon, and which role (Master, Servant, or either) you would like them to fulfill. Though not mandatory, it would be preferred that you give a brief summary of your character as they will (most likely) be AU'd into the setting. (NOTE: If your character can fill the role of Servant, I suggest you state which class(es) -- Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, or Berserker -- they fall into.)
2. Reply to others' comments. Pick your character's role (and the other character's if they list "Either" as their preference), then use the RNG to pick a scenario that fits the two characters' roles.
3. Enjoy! Though there might be triggers, depending on how the prompts are interpreted.
TWO MASTERS
1. Battle. Who says that Servants get to have all the fun? After all, most Masters try to kill each other, too. Whatever the circumstances, the two of you are locked in a fight. Neither of you are willing to use your Command Spells just yet, so no Servants here. Just two magi duking it out.
2. Alliance. There's a bigger threat out there. Either one Servant is exceptionally powerful, or the situation has changed and the participants need to take action aginst it. One way or another, you're teamed up with one of your rivals for the Holy Grail. How long will this last before you try to stab each other in the back? Or, will something more develop?
3. Protection. Uh-oh! One of you has lost your Servant! Unfortunately, there's no way you'd get to the church safely on your own, so the other one will help you get there! Or maybe you don't trust the priest presiding over the Holy Grail War and are giving shelter to them yourself? Given their track record, no one would blame you.
4. Death. One or both of you lay dying. It might have been by the other's hand, or by someone else's entirely. How will you spend your last moments in the presence of one of your rivals?
5. You, Too? Surprise! You may have been friends before, but you've just discovered that you're both Masters! How will you handle this revelation?
6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!
1. Are You My Master? The summoning is complete. Whether intentional or not, catalyst or not, a magus has summoned a Servant. What kind of meeting was it? Was everything totally under control, or did a hitch occur? Or maybe it happened in the middle of a life-or-death situation!
2. Identity. Either the Servant has flat out told the Master their identity, or they unleashed their Noble Phantasm. Either way, the cat is out of the bag. How will the Master react, now that they know their Servant's name and legend? Will anything change between the two?
3. Battle Aftermath. A battle has just ended. Who participated? Are either of you hurt? Did the Master have to use a Command Spell? Any number of things could have happened here.
4. Discord. Uh-oh. It looks like the Master and the Servant don't get along. Here come the arguments! Don't do something stupid, like waste a Command Spell over a triviality...
5. Love. And then, there's the opposite. Sometimes Masters and Servants fall in love with each other. How will this affect things?
6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!
1. Battle. This is what usually happens when two Servants meet -- they duke it out. This probably says enough as it is.
2. Alliance. There's a bigger threat out there. Either one Servant is exceptionally powerful, or the situation has changed and the participants need to take action against it. One way or another, you're teamed up with one of your rivals for the Holy Grail. How long will this last before you try to stab each other in the back? Or, will something more develop?
3. The Grail Dialogues. Maybe you're not interested in fighting just yet. Maybe you just want to sit down and talk with the other Servant. Find out what they want, what makes them tick. Get some wine while you're at it -- nothing like good wine to go with good talk!
4. Death. One or both of you lay dying...again. It might have been by the other's hand, or by someone else's entirely. How will you spend your last moments in this War in the presence of one of your rivals?
5. Identity. Congratulations, you've just learned each other's identities! Will this change the situation, or will you press onward?
6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!
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lmk if anything needs to change! o7
Soldiers. So many she lost track of their number. It had to have been a thousand. Maybe more? Maybe less? But there were so many and they attacked quicker than she'd ever seen any group do before. They were the very same legion she saw in those dreams, those memories that weren't hers, but to see them in full clarity was something else entirely!
And, just as swiftly as they'd come, they were gone. The enemy Servant was no more, having succumbed to their numbers, and the Master himself was still in too much shock to comprehend what had happened. Likewise, Fatima can only hold on to the railing of the bridge with a shaking hand as she pieces together the afterimage of the legion and their colors with those of her dreams. The stamp of marching feet, the heat of the sun overhead still radiant despite it being the dead of night, the rush of a swift river, and a symbol burned into her mind that comes flaring back as those stamping feet fade into silence. ]
An army of unification. [ The words slip out before she even realizes she's said it. Slowly, a smile creeps onto her lips, but it's hardly one of joy. That same army marched endlessly in war, men were killed, more were conscripted, many more died. All in the name of unifying the country, but in the end, no one remembered the names of those lost or even the name of the one who led them. ] ...I see. That's why I couldn't figure it out before.
it's perfect!! \o/
A cold choice to make, but he has made colder. He can feel the weight of those decisions fill his mouth, pride and love and guilt forming into a bitter taste on his tongue.
It is only once he has done so that he speaks, words resounding through the empty night with the strength and clarity of a general addressing his army. ]
Your loyalty humbles me, my sons.
[ It's pure sentimentality. Fatima's ears are the only ones his words reach. He glances to her at last, his expression carefully aloof. ]
The battle is won.
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She straightens up as he speaks, so by the time she has his attention, she's erased all traces of discomfort from the witnessed death from her face. Instead, there's a different sort of malaise there brought on by the glorious charge's now long gone image and a burning sorrow that isn't even hers. She didn't remember it back then, perhaps in her eagerness to forget what she'd dreamed, but something about the way he said "my sons" leaves an ache in her chest she recalls only ever feeling during that fleeting dream. ]
From how you sound, it doesn't feel like a victory.
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[ There's a wryness to that answer, but the wane smile that accompanies it lends her words more credence than he would care to admit. ]
It's only unfortunate that my Noble Phantasm needed to be released at this phase. [ He rolls one great shoulder in a gesture that seems to indicate the dead man behind him every bit as much as it does a shrug. ] We can only hope this is the last of the witnesses.
[ How does one explain the joy of seeing his men whole and hale, even for a single illusory moment, or the pain of recalling his every glory left in ash? It's impossible, and Caster has long since learned his lesson in attempting to share what cannot be grasped. ]
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We've gotten pretty far without it, and the enemy Servant was pretty strong. I think we have just one more opponent left, and even if they know your Noble Phantasm, there aren't many obstacles left to keep us from acting before they can plan for it.
[ She's not sure who's she's trying to comfort more with such a statement. One look at his face and posture leaves her tilting her head as she ponders what to say. She's never been what one might call good at these sorts of things. Awkwardly she grasps for what to say next, but the resulting smile and softer tone of voice are genuine enough. ]
Still, I'm glad I could finally see them, however brief it was. I think I'll remember it even when I'm someone's granny. [ A light chuckle slips out before she can catch it. ] Hmph, you undersold their image to me, Caster. I'm a little disappointed in you. I wasn't expecting to be left actually speechless by your sons.
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[ And in spite of himself, that dogged impulse to keep his private matters private, he finds his lips twitching in a broader smile. It isn't an expression free of melancholy — but at the same time, it's so much more than that. A fraction of the emotions beating inside his heart is enough to make that expression shine with pride, his face taking on a truly fatherly quality. ]
Did I? Forgive me. I had assumed you would envision splendor worthy of me. [ There's another roll of his shoulder, this time to throw his arm out in a bombastic gesture, the feathered cloak capping his raiment fluttering with a calculated flair. ] At times, my affection for them blinds me. Had I realized you didn't see what I do, I would have corrected that.
[ He pauses, and then he allows himself another moment of candor before he can think better of it: ] It is sentimental of me, but I had hoped they would be our victory march. It's only fitting that they be by my side as I claim their salvation.
[ And, there's that. A wish he has mentioned only in passing, leaving Fatima to draw her own conclusions from conjecture and dreams. ]
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I won't lie, it would've been a great ending. [ No sense mincing words about it. ] But it seems to have put a rare smile on your face, so I can't say it's a total loss. I don't remember the last time I've seen it.
[ For her attempt at lightening things up, she can't deny a somber undertone to the situation. Especially so with the admission of his wish. She could guess at its true nature plenty with the cheat sheet into his privacy that were her dreams, but to have it laid out so plainly still leave her reeling. Part of her wonders if she should try to look surprised, but it strikes her as a patronizing gesture. She can't do that to him. Instead, she resolves to keep her mind's eye view to herself. ]
For what it's worth, I think they'll be marching with us anyway when the time comes...if you'll excuse my own sentimentality.