Fate/convergence [PsykerxOblivion]

[Psyker Landshark]

Tohsaka Manor, Morning

Rin awoke groggily, scowling as her alarm clock blared. Crawling up from her bed, she reached over to her alarm clock in an attempt to turn the damn thing off. Given her aptitude with technology, however, all she succeeded at was making the alarm even louder. Eventually, Rin had enough and shot a Gandr at the infernal contraption, silencing it permanently with an explosion.

"...Great, now I have to buy a new alarm clock." Rin groaned, palming her face. As her mental faculties booted up, she started to recall the events of last night, namely Archer's last threat. She'd let the matter drop previously in order to get some sleep, but now was probably a good time.

"Archer, show yourself." The magus called out as her Servant materialized in front of her bed, giving her the briefest fraction of a nod.

"Master? This is a waste of prana, you know." The draconic warrior chided her, uninterested in whatever it was that she wanted.

"While I get ready for school, we should talk about last night. Namely, about you threatening to kill me." The Tohsaka heiress scowled, not at all pleased with her Servant. To his credit, Archer didn't even blink as he responded.

"It was the most effective way to convince Assassin to retreat. I make no apologies."

"That's not the point. Would you really have killed me if it came down to it?" Rin asked, slightly afraid of the answer. After all, this was the most difficult class to control, and Archer's ridiculous Independent Action rank meant that he really didn't need her unless he had to fight.

Imperialdramon had no choice but to deny it, as much as he truly wanted to be free of this pathetic human. He could do without a Command Seal binding her to his will.

"No. I would not. You are my Master, and upon my oath as a Royal Knight, I have never betrayed my sovereign liege." Archer lied through his teeth, even managing to give Rin a deferential bow. What he'd said had been technically true, after all. In his life, he'd never betrayed Yggdrasil's orders. That hadn't exactly been hard when his master had been a degrading wretch in his final years, incapable of even giving a coherent order.

Rin pursed her lips, wondering why she wasn't satisfied with this answer. Despite Archer's knightly oath, she still suspected him, for some reason. Something about her Servant just screamed untrustworthy. Maybe it was the fact that his voice sounded uncannily like Kirei's. Still, using a Command Seal on this would be a complete waste. It'd be better used binding Archer if he actually did try to betray her. Finishing her morning routine, Rin took a moment to check the time.

"Oh god!" She cried out in shock, eyes widening. "I'm going to be late for school!" And without further ado, she grabbed her bag and ran straight out the door. Archer just stared after her for a second in irritation before astralizing and following along.

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Homurahara Gakuen, Evening

"You're sure you tracked him here, Caster?" Luvia asked, eyes scanning the courtyard of the now-empty high school. Caster nodded, holding out a newly-healed right arm as she tracked her the trail of prana that she was feeding Assassin.

"Indeed, Master. My prana signature has been moving throughout the city for the past day, and you've seen the victims of Assassin's spree already."

Luvia nodded grimly. Caster's tracking had taken them through several back alleys over the course of the day, and each of them had contained at least a few mauled bodies. Most likely, Assassin was feeding off their souls for prana. Luvia's lips curled in distaste.

"How contemptible." She hissed, disgusted at Assassin's methods. "The Grail War is a conflict between magi. There should be no need to involve innocent mundanes."

"I agree, Master, but I knew Assassin in life." Caster scowled at the memory, her hatred of everything demonic showing on her face. "Even if he had not been a demon, Pierroumon would still have been a vile monster that deserved to be purged from the face of the world. He's an utter psychopath, with no regard for anything but his own twisted desires. We need to put him down before he does any more damage."

Luvia nodded in determination, palming a gem. "How far away are we now?"

"Very close. Assassin should be within the school grounds." Caster hissed, materializing her lance and shield. She was coming for the bastard, and she wouldn't be caught off guard this time.

[Fish Of Oblivion]

Homurahara Gakuen, Evening

Lancer didn't like the situation that was beginning to arise. Not one bit.

The previous night, after his altercation with Archer, Lancer had resumed his scouting out of the other Servants of the war- With mixed results.
Unlike Archer, most of other Servants seemed to be playing it safe. They were keeping out of the way for now, it seemed, and whilst Lancer had picked up certain inklings of information during his search, he hadn't come to the position where he'd be fighting any of them- None of them had put themselves into the situations that Archer had, which would render them theoretically defeatable (even if it hadn't panned out in the initial situation).

On the other hand, however- He had a very good idea of who one of the other Servants was.
Having combed the back-alleys thoroughly, Lancer had found the remains and mutilated corpses of several parties of humans- All with wounds that were very familiar to him.
Some unlucky or twisted soul had summoned the right-hand man of his most hated foe, and didn't seem to have enough control over him to stop him from going on a feeding spree for Prana. Lancer didn't particularly care about the deaths of humans, but the killer was something else entirely- His experiences in life and the circumstances of his death had taught him that he'd been unwise to give Pierroumon and his master so little credit. The quicker he confirmed the identity of the killer and took his life in the event that it was Pierroumon, the sooner he'd be able to feel at ease again.

And in his comb of the areas where the possible Mad Pierrot hadn't struck yet, Lancer had come to Homurahara Gakuen.
And, as he observed from within his Presence Concealment, another Servant besides the one he believed to be tracking had much the same idea as he had.

GranDracmon had technically been allies with Ophanimon in life- But he knew that the woman had worked with him only under their combined hatred of Daemon and necessity. In this situation, she would gladly cut him down where he stood-
...
Of course, that wouldn't be happening. With GranDracmon in the Lancer Class, he assumed that Ophanimon had been summoned as a Caster- A class that would do her no favors in fighting him. But he still remained cloaked for now, moving towards the school and letting her be. She could be useful later.
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Meanwhile

Assassin watched with glee from the top of the school as he saw Caster approach with her Master.

Between the Prana he was deriving from the Angel and the 'mojo' he had gained in the previous day, he was up to the point where he could wring a few uses out of his Reality Marble, and where he could fight without any great deal of restraint or care. He'd been quite the fighter in life, and had fought worse in his time, so he was sure that he could at least wring a stalemate out of an altercation with Caster- Or better, if he could get her into his Reality Marble successfully.

But for now, he remained cloaked. She was expecting him. He would wait, and then move in with his Presence Concealment when she and her Master least expected it. That would be his best opportunity to spring his Reality Marble on her, after all.

Meanwhile, across Campus in the Archery Dojo, Shirou Emiya drew close to completing his evening's 'duties'.

[Psyker Landshark]

Homurahara Gakuen, Evening

Rin stared out at the courtyard of her school, red coat billowing around her due to the cold winter wind. She'd come here with Archer to scout out the last location in Fuyuki they hadn't been to yet: her local high school. But as the Tohsaka heiress looked around, she suddenly felt the wind shift as Archer materialized to her side. She turned her head to ask what was wrong, but the Servant beat her to the punch.

"Master. I detect an enemy Servant in the area." Archer stated calmly, folding his arms as he waited for the enemy Servant to reveal themselves.

"My, my. What a strange Servant you have there, Tohsaka." A regal voice cried out in perfectly accented Japanese.

As she heard the voice, Rin froze in place, desperately hoping it wasn't who she thought it was. A blonde European girl clad in a sleeveless blue dress emerged, smirking. It was exactly who she thought it was.

"...Edelfelt." Rin ground out in a tone that sounded as if she were tasting something particularly unpleasant, immediately palming a gem in her hand. Goddammit. Why the hell did the scion of her family's ancestral rival have to be so damned insufferable? Ever since their first meeting in London during their childhood, Rin had Luvia pegged down as an arrogant, insufferable bitch that thought she was sooo superior to everyone else.

And this was coming from Rin, of all people.

"Is this your school, Rin? It seems so...pedestrian. Then again, what can you expect from a family of impoverished savages? Didn't even have enough money to hire private tutors. And you were taught magecraft by a priest. Isn't it sad, Rin?" Luvia taunted, eliciting a growl from Rin who nevertheless regained her composure quickly as she smirked.

"And yet your family was the one that married into mine, Luviagelita. We really would have preferred that Norio Tohsaka married an Einzbern, but an Edelfelt was fine too~."

This time, it was Luvia that snarled. In general, the Edelfelts tried to forget that one of their member willingly married into their rival's family, and having it brought up at any time tended to piss them off beyond belief.

"Caster!" The blonde cried out as her angelic Servant materialized. "How do you like my Servant, Rin?"

"What." Rin gaped as a goddamned angel appeared before her. "That's impossible! There's no way the Grail would've allowed a Divine Spirit to be summoned!" She hissed, her mind temporarily seizing up thanks to her carefully crafted plans going awry. Again. ...Wait a minute, Caster? A sinister smile appeared on the Tohsaka's face as she nearly began to cackle in delight. "A user of magecraft against an Archer with Magic Resistance? You really didn't think this through, Luvia."

Luvia's face reddened from both embarrassment and anger as Rin called her bluff. So she couldn't rely on Caster's appearance to intimidate her rival. That was fine. She'd just have to beat her into the dirt first. As both girls decided on the exact same plan of action, they acted. Wordlessly, they leapt to the side simultaneously and began firing off Gandr shots at each other, both incredibly annoyed that the other was copying their plan of action.

Meanwhile, Archer stared down Caster, leveling his Positron Laser at her as she summoned her lance and shield.

"Ophanimon." He said, charging up energy into his wrist cannon. During their lifetimes, each had never been fond of the other, but neither had they any reason to truly hate the other. Ophanimon had never gotten in the way of Imperialdramon's schemes, and Imperialdramon had helped to repel Demon Lord incursions before.

"Imperialdramon." Caster nodded back, brandishing her lance. This was going to be tricky. Her angelic abilities wouldn't work on Archer, thanks to his Magic Resistance, but given that he was summoned into the Archer class, he probably didn't have his Omni-Sword available. At least that was one saving grace. He wasn't a Saber, so her strongest spells should still work on him. With her strategy in mind, she charged at Archer as he began firing off laser shots at her.

And Shirou Emiya had just emerged from the last of his afterschool cleaning...

[Fish Of Oblivion]

Assassin did his best not to burst out into insane laughter as the War's Archer showed up with his Master and revealed himself.

Between him initially getting summoned as that crazy bitch's lackey and the fourty-meter tall Archer with nukes and lazorz, he was certain that there was something wrong with the Grail. Something gloriously, awesomely, hilariously wrong.
Not that he was complaining or anything. The last war he'd been in had turned into a complete farce, so the fact that this one seemed to be heading the same way gave Assassin somewhat of a nostalgia kick. All this war needed now was some Demon Lords and they'd all be going to hell in a handbasket.

'A man can dream,' He angrily insisted against the voice in the back of his head saying otherwise, before he shook his head and turned his attention to the Masters of Archer and Caster below.

As it was, he didn't want to kill the crazy bitch's Master. Whilst the hormonal dyke was certainly irritating, she was also keeping him stocked with mojo, which he kinda needed to not die for just existing. He'd see about killing her once he had enough Prana to sustain himself, but she and her Master were off-limits for now.
Archer's Master, on the other hand, was open game. Killing her would cut the Tyrant Knight off from his Prana supply, and it would just be a matter of getting him into his Reality Marble from there. Without the benefits he had in life, he couldn't afford to play around.
So, Assassin focused, calling forth multiple cleaver-like blades from his inner world, which floated around him in the small distorted area around his body.
And he fired them all directly at Rin with the speed and precision of bullets.

Or he would have, had he not been forced to drop the move by something shoving itself into the space he'd occupied just a few milliseconds before.
Feeling the killing intent wash over him, Assassin moved in a split-second, faster than the eye could see, to relative safety with his Trump Swords moving with him.

And he looked upon his attacker.
And restrained the same urge to burst into insane laughter as he had before.

"First the crazy bitch, and now the shitty vampire?" He questioned, smirking at the very displeased-seeming form of Lancer standing a short distance from where he'd been just a few seconds ago, Noble Phantasm in hand, "Oh, this is going to be great! All we need now is Mister Smiles to show up, and-"

Assassin didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as Lancer moved and thrust at him with his Noble Phantasm again, a cluster of metal spires bursting up from the surface of the school roof around him attempting to block off his route of retreat.
Lancer was greatly displeased by the confirmation that this war's Assassin was indeed the accomplice of his most hated adversary in life, and was further irritated by the bastard's attitude. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered him, but the end he had met in his life was not one that he was going to be forgetting in a very long while.
Assassin was nothing but a massive reminder of that end, and so the mounting sense of irritation he felt only doubled as he began to engage the Mad Pierrot in battle.

On the other hand, Assassin seemed to be overjoyed to see the Black Sovereign.
The last thing he'd wanted was a boring Grail War, and his fears had already been shoved off to the side with the confirmation of both Caster and Archer's presences. Lancer's identity was only the glorious cherry on top of the carnage to come.

"Now that was rude," Assassin chirped at Lancer as he positioned himself atop the fence surrounding the school, pointing and firing the Trump Swords at him as he continued to jump about the school roof in order to disorientate his foe, "It's been so long, and you don't even offer a simple howdy-doody?"

Lancer's reaction was a poker face and a continued assault.
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"... I do hear something. Is it coming from the school grounds?"

This is what Shirou Emiya muttered to himself as he left his cleaning of the dojo for the night, distracted from his prior train of thought by a cacophany of sounds. Some of which sounded suspiciously similar to explosions.
So, he left the immediate vicinity of the dojo to head for the schoolyard.

What he saw was almost far too much to comprehend.
A heavily armored fourty-meter tall... thing firing off powerful blasts of energy from a wrist-mounted cannon towards what seemed to be a person... no, an angel darting around its shots and occasionally blasting back with attacks of its own.

His mind froze up, and he could only stand in absolute amazement as the battle raged on.
So he didn't notice Rin Tohsaka, his school's idol, exchanging blasts of black energy with a girl with ridiculously-shaped blond hair.