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( 2 ) I will be all the good in the world.

The HOLY GRAIL WAR Meme

Seven Masters, magi of the present day. Seven Servants, heroes of days past.One Holy Grail, granting whomever claims it a wish. Only one team of Master and Servant may claim it.
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!

MASTER AND SERVANT

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!

TWO SERVANTS

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[An Archer is right, but this man doesn't fit the catalyst he was using. The possibility of the catalyst not being right for a summon at all is always a potential, but this means he pulled someone else, someone utterly unknown.]

Okumura. [He says, as an introduction.] Do you have a name, Archer?

[Yukio is eighteen, just finished his university entrance exams. Tall, confident, handsome, determined. The sort of person who gives off the impression of having a will of steel.]

[Well - there is always that chance. Those invisible bonds end up tugging greater than those, the shared lines of fate.

He grins - taking in the sight of his Master. Someone strong and willfull, yet...

Ah, this is an unusual summoning indeed.]

I do...but perhaps it should remain a secret for a moment? After all, our opponents in this war are unknown to us still.

[It's a test. What will you do when I say this?]

While our opponents are unknown, our allies should not be. [He knows he's being studied, and he's watching this man in return. A relationship built on mutual wariness is not ideal, but it will work for now.]

Well, yes...but how do I know that you have a steady enough head to keep my identity a secret? After all, if someone learns my true name, they also gain an insight into my weaknesses.

[Will you command seal him, and reveal that you're a hothead or someone who can't stand to be questioned? Or will you continue pressing on?

Either way will let him know what this Master is like.

It isn't wariness - no, not at all. Smiling like this, looking at him...

It's almost like he's putting his Master in a web and plucking the strings to see how he works.]

You don't know that. But I have no intention of revealing your name to our opponents. That sort of carelessness won't win this war. [He can feel it, the spider's web around him. But he's the type to bide his time and then smash through. It doesn't worry him too much.]

Good - but I take it you've made preparations against magecraft? After all, there are all kinds...even those that can force you to tell truths you would normally safeguard.

[He's beginning to warm up to this Master of his - Intelligent, and level-headed, not flinching from his implications that he isn't up to snuff.

Perhaps one more volley, then, before he reveals himself.]

As I said, carelessness won't win this war. I won't pretend to be totally shielded from all forms of magecraft, but I have some protection.

Hmmm....

[He seems to be deep in thought, rubbing his chin for a moment...before finally nodding.]

Very well! I will trust you with my true name, Master.

[lifting his arms to his sides, he grins - sharply, a few blue butterflies suddenly coming to life around him.]

I am the Napoleon of Crime, James Moriarty! The Old Spider who held sway over the whole of London's Underground!

[How did this happen? is the first thought, fleeting and unvoiced, the sort of thing that doesn't make it into his expression beyond a slight surprised raise of eyebrows.

A man far more fiction than myth, the definition of a criminal mastermind. Of course he's been summoned by someone like Yukio, who turned to the path of evil after careful deliberations and calculations. But this is more than he was expecting, this is going to require careful considerations and recalculation so he doesn't get caught up in the spider's web that's just revealed itself like a shining silver thread laid around his feet.]

Thank you for your trust, Archer. [He says, with a polite bow. He doesn't voice the servant's true name.]

You understand, of course, that while I will be relying on your experience and talents, I have no intention of getting caught in any spiders webs.

[Of course, even the slight eyebrow raise was enough for him to realize that he wasn't what his new Master had wanted to summon. In fact, with the way that he was acting, and his speech before...

Oh, yes. He could see it - the thread that connected them both, that overturned even his catalyst for a Servant. The possibilities were there, but he was an intelligent young man who instantly knew who he was, and immediately let him know that he wouldn't fall for any of Moriarty's tricks.

That alone wasn't enough, however.

What manner of Evil have you stained your hands with, Okumura?]

...Of course! After all, for you to have summoned me - you're surely intelligent enough to not fall for my traps, hm?

[He shrugs his shoulders, looking over and moving to sit in a nearby chair.]

So then - shall we discuss our goals in this War? Or, perhaps - your goals? After all, I have no desire for the Grail.

[Another reason he'd never normally be summoned - he has no wish.]

[Yukio's gaze sharpens at that first question. Is Archer being blatantly mocking, or just subtle about it? But he skims over it, lets that stand without response.]

That seems unlikely to me. Don't all servants have a wish?

Normally, yes - but I would never be summoned in a Holy Grail War naturally, you see.

[He smiles up at his Master, looking all the world like a cheerful old man.]

I'm quite the rare summon! You should feel honored.

Much rarer than the one I was expecting. But I suppose there's a reason you overrode the summoning catalyst.

Mmm, yes. And I suspect you already know what that might be.

[His grin turns sharp - calculating and evil.]

You see, a Servant can be called that is similar in self, deeds, and 'wavelength' to their Master - something that is strong enough to override anything else, even a particularly strong catalyst.

That is why I appeared, despite my nature as someone who is largely unknown to the public, and only famous for 'killing' Sherlock Holmes for a time.

So, I suppose the reason is more to do with you than myself.

...I wonder, Okumura...What have you done to warrent the Napoleon of Crime to come to your side?

[He waves a hand, though.]

Ah, but you needn't tell me now, of course.

You're asking if I'm the sort of person who walks on the path of evil, which I'm sure you realized the moment you arrived. [It's something he's steeled himself to, something he's accustomed himself to.]

I am the sort of person who will do anything for power, and who has already done terrible things to reach that goal. The details aren't important right now.

Is that so? Well, then - we'll leave it at that.

[His new master is tense - far too tense. It feels like the slightest movement will cause him to explode, like Nitroglycerin.

A part of him wants to see it - but no, it's far too early.

Still, it's interesting. He admits the path he's taking, and yet...

Someone who had truly admitted that of themselves would not be waiting for the blade to fall. He knows that, after all, from experience.

So, with a smile and a tilt of his head, he gestures to a nearby seat - as if this was his place, his chairs, automatically assuming command over the place he's in.

...And with that gaze, it's hard to argue against...]

Please, sit. You haven't answered my question about your wish, Master.

[That command, that presence, it's too much for him to even consider fighting against and he caves almost instantly. Yukio's too polite to fight back, or to argue against the request, so he settles into the chair and folds his hands in his lap.

But it's politeness, not respect, or fear. He's still ready to strike out as soon as he needs to, as soon as there's an advantage.]

Are the details of my wish important, Archer?

[Interesting - he'll note that for later, along with that he's not totally swayed.

A laugh, at the question.]

Well, I would say so. After all, you are someone who can inherently summon me - you should be smart enough to realize that you have the intellect and drive to grasp any desire you wish without relying on the shame those mages have created.

[He laces his fingers in front of himself, continuing to stare.]

Therefore, it must be something that you yourself cannot grasp with your own hands, and require something as magically dense as the Grail. Am I correct?

That's correct. [He says, because there's no point in hiding any of that. He's intelligent, he's driven, he's spent years reaching out and taking whatever he wants.

Yukio hates to lose. He'd overheard his brother say that, years ago. It's true. Yukio hates to lose. And he has something he can't just take for himself, someone he needs the Grail to bring back.]

Then, it must be something that could normally 'never happen.' Something like changing the past...or, perhaps, returning someone to life...?

[He never looks away as he says that, his gaze and sheer presence boring into the man in front of him.]

[His gaze has gone distant, as it slides away. He's not surprised at the question, that's the only real thing anyone would be grabbing at with the Grail's power.]

Am I that predictable?

[Just for a moment -

There's a flicker of dissapointment, before it's gone.

Ah, well. Though they may be similar, such a motive wasn't uncommon.

It was just...sad. Sad, that someone who could call to him inherently would be restricting himself like this.]

In this sense, yes - Again, with you calling me forth so easily, there could only be a few other options.

[He gives a small sigh, turning his own gaze away as if he's suddenly become bored.]

It's a pity you bear regret for things in the past.

[Oh, he doesn't like that. He doesn't like that feeling of disappointment, like he's given the wrong answer. Yukio doesn't give wrong answers.]

What other options would you expect?

[Unfortunately, he did. And while Moriarty doesn't think less, it's just...

hm. Looking at him now...though he's taken steps down the path of evil, perhaps he's wavering. Wondering if he should turn back or not, wondering if he even has that option.

...Very well. He would be the guide, and illuminate both paths - show the way the young manb in front of him could go, instead of floundering in uncertain darkness.]

As I said, to change the past. Indeed, bringing someone to life is, of itself, attempting to retroactively change the past - causing someone who has died to be brought to this world, as if the event that took their life never happened.

If I might say so - it's a foolish wish.

[Then, he shrugs.]

But merely being in this war is foolish in of itself.

It may be foolish, but changing the past is something I cannot do on my own, no matter how much effort I put into it. [And he won't be told that the wish itself is foolish, not with what he's trying to change. Not with who he's trying to bring back.]

And you are in this war as well.

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