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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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He could deny it - state that they are partners in this. But the potential outcomes of that would be...horrifying. Not only his death might result, but the deaths of everyone in the area.
...But if he says yes...then what would happen? What would a being like this do for their friends?
...Yet, something in him...says that this might be alright. No, more than that....
That innocence cannot be denied, can it? For all that Foreigner is terrifying and powerful...they are like a child, just learning things. And...there is still something human there, in the way they tried to reach out and have friends.
So, he says the words that may yet doom the earth.]
...Yes. I - want to be your friend, Foreigner.
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[ foreigner’s eyes, half-open with sleep this whole time, widen in surprise and joy as they hear their master’s desire to befriend them. their lips curl upwards into an excited grin, full of child-like innocence.
they clap their hands together, still hovering weightlessly in the air. ]
Then I’ll do as you ask! You said to kill them so— [ from the distance, there is the sound of something snapping. the torso poor, unconscious master seems to be twisting on its own, far more than a human body should. it bends, bends, and bends... until it is ripped in half.
there’s no doubt about it. they are dead. the way that the heroic spirit disappears soon after is proof of that. foreigner looks undisturbed, smiling gleefully down at their master. ]
Anything else, Master? No— friend?
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Despite everything, despite the horrifying way that the Master is dispatched...
...He can't help but think there's something almost adorable about that response, the innocence and excitement his Servant feels at having a friend.
If he weren't in abject agony from his broken arm and growing cold and sluggish from the loss of blood, he might have even smiled a little.
..No, perhaps he's smiling just a little, in a dreamy, woozy way...It all feels so unreal, now that he's successfully out of danger (but he's placed everything else in danger, hasn't he? God, stop smiling) and having such a powerful thing seeing him as a precious friend. The Ice that had been laced in his spine is melting away with the adrenaline so quickly...]
Ah...If you could...help me return back home, Foreigner. I - I'm not sure I'll be able to make it otherwise.
[He'd just seen foreigner break and tear a human apart, and yet...He asks that, plainly and gently, still holding onto his injured limb.]
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[ the glee that foreigner feels over such a simple request is one that is so innocent, contrasting like black and white with the terror that they were able to bring to everyone that was near them.
they look at the injury on moriarty's shoulder inquisitively, as if it were something new to him. it certainly is a lot of blood, and his master is looking paler by the moment...
taking him home would be alright...but it would be better to heal him, no? he lowers himself to the ground, standing on his tiptoes with an ease that makes them appear like they're as light as a feather.]
I can heal you. [ they say this simply, smiling down at their injured master. ] If you reverse the mana flow that is fueling me, then that should be enough to heal your injury. [ he tilts his head. ] Is that alright with you?
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[Even in the fog, it makes sense - and he slowly reverses his mana (strangely large for a man belonging to the Common Era), though it takes a bit of effort through the pain and adrenaline and blood loss.]
A-And....now? How....is that?
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[ the servant smiles, feeling their own energy ebb away as the flow is reversed. they know that to do so is no easy feat, like a single man trying to change the course of a river, so they decide to help.
they place a hand on their master's broken arm, giving him some of their own energy as fuel to fix the broken bones. little by little, they feel their eyelids growing heavier with sleep, but they do their best to push through it, even when it's too much effort to keep them open. ]
Tell me...when it's better...so I can sleep...
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[Yet, that energy comes with a price - and Moriarty's own eyes begin to grow low with sleep, exhaustion, and -
When all of his bones are knit back together, the cuts just barely closed, he can't take it anymore. Everything was alltogether too much, and his eyes slip shut, falling instantly into sleep in the spaces between breaths, his body slumping against Foreigner.
Sorry, Foreigner. But he's mortal, unlike you.]