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Student, RPer, videogame and anime fan, movie guy. Also memist, but that's par the course. In other words, your garden-variety nerd. Not much else to say, really.

Yeah, I'm a rather bogstandard individual, sue me.

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Elexis Christoforou
Shinto District, Shinto Town, Verde Shopping Center

@Sakaki Chizuru

Scary, scary.

Then again, she supposed it was something that should be expected from one such as Empress Theodora to be a terrifying woman.

Still, someone could be scary and speak sense nonetheless.

The Executor looked at her own glass for all of a second, hesitantly raising it to clink against Assassin’s. As it was expected from someone of her upbringing, while she was aware of the general signs and protocols in this sort of affair, her motions were uncertain and somewhat stilted.

It seemed that the big, bad heretic hunter could just not handle something as simple as social situations.

“...Yeah, I’d like that,” She murmured, taking a sip from the glass. “Heretical this ritual might be, the Command Mantra appearing on my hand were surely providence at work. After all, if we can win it—”

Yes, the Holy Grail this war is fought over was a tool crafted by magi, but those of the special divisions had no fear of involving themselves in heretical affairs.

If the Command Mantra hadn’t appeared, she’d have not spared the thing a single thought beyond what she had been originally dispatched for, but considering present circumstances, she chose to interpret it as a genuine message.

“—After all, if we can attain it, I might yet be able to save even more.”

When one attempts to save people as a human, they ultimately find themselves face to face with a simple truth: ultimately, one can only save the people in front of them.

Regardless of the method, that was an unavoidable reality — a reality that came with “being human”.

Even someone as her, as willing and able to cram as much as she could in the limited time she’d been allotted on this Earth, was bound by that one rule

However, if one possessed that sort of artifact, if its powers were within their grasp, then that rule would change. After all, if nothing else, if there was something that could be likened to “miraculous” when it was used in that kind of manner, it would be its scope.

She had the way. She had the will. She only lacked the means.

Turning her head to the side, lost in thought, she stared at the darkened sky, idly noting that they should get ready to move out and see what came of tonight. And then, for just one second—

“...Did someone throw a flare? Well, that’s...one way to call attention to yourself, I guess. Maybe we can get the night started with some sightseeing, Assassin.”

Scoping out the competition was only natural, after all, especially considering both their specialties.

Moving To Shinto Town Streets

Miyama Town, Mount Miyama, Hole-in-the Wall

"Gahahaha! Come on, bring more liquor, we have to celebrate!"

Loud and bright eyed, with hair dyed with blue highlights like a common delinquent and putting out beers like there was no tomorrow, the girl that was doubtlessly everything wrong with foreigners laughed from her belly without reservation.

Of course, upon being summoned, there were some matters that needed to be addressed.

The first was, of course, some proper clothing for the times, even if she had just haphazardly scrambled together something she thought looked fine from the bargain bins.

She absolutely refused to spend her vacation confined as a spirit. Nu-uh. No way. This was a damn fine chance to stretch her legs, and she was going to grab a hold of it with both hands.

The second was, of course—

“C’mon, you drink too, kid! Not much of a proper way to affirm our alliance if I’m the only one doing it.”

—to properly forge a contract (friendship) with the one that had called her to the modern era.

The ritual was both so stuffy and yet so small, really. Just one question and it’s done? What kind of partnership can be born from such a thing?

Well, mages will be mages.

However, she was still herself, and that’s why she had to rectify such travesty as soon as possible. So, with an annoyingly earnest smile, Saber had taken her Master for a spin around town, and now here they were, talking over alcohol as they ought to have been from the start.

“This whole summoning business is still pretty amazing, though,” She said, looking at her hand and flexing her fingers with childlike wonder at the simple movement. “Never imagined I’d end up like this after the end of my last run, but I guess the world has a way to surprise you no matter who you are.”

Leaning back relaxedly and still wearing a smile on her face, she looked at the man sitting across from her.

“So, I get that you wanted to bring me in for this Ritual thing, and don’t get me wrong — I’m thankful for that. Sounds like the most fun I’ll have had in a while if reality matches up to even half my expectations, but I figure we should at least have a working relationship for that, and you know what they say,” She raised her mug. “No way to get to know someone better than drinking together, at least until you get to fight together.”

She didn’t even need to be holding her sword to feel the thrum of agreement coming from twelve other people.

“Now then, mind telling me about yourself too? I get you want the cup — I will at least bring it to you as thanks for the opportunity, don’t you worry, but I figure the “why” and the “who” are more important than the “what” right now.”

A wish-granter is useless without a wish, and a wish cannot exist without the person formulating it, after all.

Even so...did she have to be so casual when prying into such topics? She made it sound so easy, to share such things with others.

Still, one supposed it could only come from her apparently boundless confidence.

After all, there was no denying the words she had spoken upon being summoned, the first she had said since her own era in the world of the living.

Those were—

A cheerful smile and a laugh.

“Now, listen. I’m great. Maybe the best there ever was.”



Shinto District, Shinto Town, Verde Shopping Center


“This is a bit...”

The plan had been simple: go to a place recommended by Father Kotomine, have an economical lunch and perhaps discuss some details regarding future approaches to fights in the Ritual.

Easy. Straightforward. No fuss.

Just the kind of thing she liked, really, and she had thought it at least fitting that, since they were in the East, she should at least try some Eastern dishes. Not to mention, even with the funds she possessed, using them on frivolous things was not really her style and it felt a bit irresponsible besides.

So how had they ended up in this—this fancy Western restaurant?!

She had only followed Assassin into the shopping center because she’d mentioned wanting to go there, and the girl had figured it better to indulge her now and go have lunch afterward rather than retrace their steps completely.

How had they wasted so much time in there that they did not simply have enough to walk to Miyama and make it to the restaurant?!

No, more than that, how had Assassin managed to fit so many outfits in so little time?!

It wasn’t like she had just been picking randomly either, the other woman must’ve had an exceptional sense — it felt like every article of clothing she picked was a deliberate, well-thought out choice rather than simply a piece for their consideration.

Elexis once again threw a glance at the many, many bags filled with nothing but tops, jeans, dresses and shoes (Assassin had assured her the shades of each color were quite noticeably different, but frankly she still could not see it) and once again blushed in mortification, remembering that not only had she spent the Church’s money on this, but that she’d had to model for Assassin for hours despite being convinced that the clothes themselves fit perfectly fine.

Of course, it went without saying they’d bought all of them, too, at the Empress’ insistence.

What was wrong with her usual way of dressing anyway?!

She silently resolved to donate them all to charity once this matter was resolved and Assassin could no longer come and haunt her for it.

But that was then, this was now.

“S-so…” She fought down the embarrassment and eyed the other woman. “I wanted to discuss, you know, strategy and all, but I figure that what we should do is relatively obvious considering our combined skillsets.”

That much was true, at least at a glance. Having gotten a rough understanding of Assassin’s methods, the way to utilize them complementary to her own fell into place rather quickly. She would be willing to bet that the Empress thought the same, so there was no real need to discuss a general plan so much as specific intricacies for each team of enemies.

Enemies which they still did not know, so it’d all be meaningless talk and hypotheticals.

There was a more important matter to be addressed though. One that had less to do with technical abilities and more something upon which their chemistry would hinge.

“...I’m pretty sure it was obvious, but my first choice was Justinian. In fact, I hadn’t even made plans to call upon you.”

So, naturally, she breached the matter with finesse not unlike a jackhammer’s.

“I figure it’s just best to put it out there and clear the air. Does knowing this bother you?”

Assassin was a fine Servant in her own right — perhaps their combined strengths would work better as a team than what she could have achieved with her first choice — she wouldn’t know.

But she wouldn’t lie to Assassin’s face and say she had aimed for her from the start, or that she hadn’t been a little disappointed.

If nothing else, Empress Theodora deserved that simple sincerity.

@Sakaki Chizuru @Undyingregret
Elexis Christoforou
Shinto District, Fuyuki Church


@Sakaki Chizuru

“Yes, thank you very much for putting up with me so far, you’ve been too kind, Father Kotomine.”

The girl that had spoken, bowing from her position at the door toward a man standing inside the church, could likely be recognized as a foreigner from her looks alone. Blond hair and red eyes were not a common combination anywhere, but even less so in this Eastern land.

Still, her Japanese appeared to be quite decent for a non-native, even if she hadn’t been able to get rid of her accent.

“I’ll be going now, thanks for your help so far once again, hopefully we can meet once more after this mess gets sorted.”

Giving one last bow to the man that had helped her, she turned around and departed from the church. The small crucifix hanging from her neck shone in the early morning light.

She sighed.

While it was not her home proper, she would fully admit that she felt more comfortable inside the building rather than out. Familiarity counts for something, she guessed, and she was completely lacking in it when it came to most everything in this country.

At least churches remained the same everywhere. Not to mention that Father Kotomine, even though he had rotated through all the special departments, had also received the training and responsibilities of an Executor, so there was at least a sort of understanding there she did not quite have even with most others.

Still, needs must. The Church could not officially support her anymore now that she was a participant, so she may only return should she win and remain at the end or if she lost her Servant and required sanctuary.

At least she had the funds for a stress-free stay in Fuyuki for the remainder of the Ritual, rather than being tossed into the street with the clothes on her back, and Father Kotomine had been so kind as to point out important landmarks and places of interest, both mundane and not. Reading her notes quickly, she pursed her lips.

“Hey, Assassin,” She called out, seemingly to the air. Given the church’s position as neutral ground, having her remain outside was only polite. “I’m done. You mentioned you wanted to go on a trip of your own right? We have time to do it now if we pass through Shinto’s city center, probably.”

She still sounded a bit uncertain when addressing her Servant, who was supposed to be her closest ally for the remainder of the War.

She was honestly still a bit uncertain regarding her Servant, and how she had been the one summoned forth.

So much for a certain catalyst for Justinian. They must’ve probably gotten mixed up in the packaging. Yeah, right, that’s absolutely what happened.

“Well,” She put her hands behind her head, starting to walk down the street. “We can go out for something to eat too, after we’re done. Father Kotomine was so kind as to mark down a restaurant he quite enjoys...economical lunches and delicious food? Very good endorsement... Koushuuensaikan Taizan, is it?”

She paused.

“Did I say that right? Hey Assassin, you Servants can speak the language of this land perfectly thanks to the Grail right? Will my pronounciation get me in any trouble or…?”

She made a grimace.

“Ugh, thankfully he put the name proper in English. I can speak it, but would you mind checking written stuff? Why does this language’s system have to be so unwieldy…”

Moving toward Shinto Center



Saber

District XII



“Seems like I underestimated you a bit huh?” The voice that came from the treeline carried its fair share of mirth, despite the trouble coming its way.

Well, he was fighting heroes here. Expecting things to be easy was stupid to begin with.

Still, if this was what Archer could do while he used the treeline to mask his advance and cover himself, he was glad he hadn’t chanced a frontal assault.

He tilted his head to the side as one of the shots slipped past and brushed very close to his cheek.

Very glad indeed.

But even now he continued to take note of the factors at play. First, Archer's shots aimed to also lock down his movement — that much at least confirmed to him that he did not wish to engage in closer range. It might have seemed obvious considering their respective Classes, but after being forced on the backfoot by a weapon he “should” not have needed to care about, Saber did not want to leave anything to chance.

Second, Archer’s marksmanship was impressive, but he had made the right choice in attempting this.

The fact that he was firing in “bursts” might not have been noticeable to a human. It was more likely that they would only see Archer’s weapon continuously spitting fire in his direction. But to Saber, the gap — minimal as it was — existed.

There were two other blessings: the treeline, though worthless in terms of stopping bullets, did its job as a momentary visual cover before being shredded through.

And, Archer had chosen not to change positions.

He knew where the attacks would come from. Not all of them were a lethal danger. He had grasped Archer’s rhythm. Then, all he needed to do right now was follow through.

Don’t bother with unnecessary movements. Block only the ones you need to in order to stay alive and keep moving forward. Use the momentary lull in between onslaughts to your advantage and press on.

Of course, it was easier said than done. Not every attack could be blocked — some, he guessed as a bullet glanced against the outside of his arm, ripping cloth and skin and drawing blood, you could only hope to minimize and bear with.

That was fine. You can’t get anything of worth without giving up something else. So long as the blow was not fatal, between his constitution, Master and stubbornness, Saber was confident that he would pull through.

He felt the faint beginnings of Tizona’s thrumming in his hand.

However, then came the moment where Archer fired his last burst, and where Saber had expected the momentary quiet he had grown used to, he instead heard a “click”.

'Oh. So that's how it is?'

Admittedly, the momentary surprise might have given Archer a small headstart. But that was fine. That was more than fine.

Saber’s gaze sharpened, and his smile gained a fiercer edge. For the time being, the “flow” would be dictated by him, then.

Fully stepping out of cover, he caught his opponent’s back as he made a quick retreat.

“Well, I guess it’s my turn now, isn’t it Archer? Are you as good a marksman without your toy?”

In the next breath, Saber had already launched himself after the other man at full speed, intent on not letting this chance go to waste and reduce the distance between them for all it was worth.

Certainly, a stark contrast considering his previous approach. Perhaps he simply wanted to capitalize on what he saw as an obvious opportunity?




Saber

District XII




“Hmm, found out so early,” He offered a smile, even though it did nothing to dissipate the ‘feeling’ he gave off. “Alas, I don’t have many ways to disguise myself, so it isn’t surprising. But the same goes for you, doesn’t it? Single eye or not, your aim betrays you, Archer.”

Some information given in return for some information acquired. So far the exchange had been relatively even, so he considered it worthwhile.

But the night was still young, and there were still things that could be done.

“Aha, you flatter me, but you also seem to think too highly of people,” The knight in black chuckled, even as his footing shifted just so and his muscles tensed. “See, I might have agreed if it was just wild beasts, but I’ve found that people can be far more irrational. They will stick their heads up to their neck in the lion’s den because of simple curiosity sometimes.”

At this precise moment, though Saber was not sure by how much, Archer held the advantage. That much was plain to see.

However, if Saber was still in the dark regarding plenty of factors about his opponent, then the same applied to Archer. Neither of them had shown any more than the barest minimum so far.

Leverage that and—

“Still, I guess we should be getting down to business, Archer. Let’s open this grand battle with all the pomp it deserves!”

—the terrain.

The hills of Budapest were one of the few places in the city where greenery could still be found. Even now, though Archer had a clear line of sight toward him, Saber did not intend to let that last for very long at all.

Surrounded by vegetation as they were, Saber did the first thing that crossed his mind when faced against an opponent who had the advantage in range and a clear blind spot — he faked moving forward, but then ducked into the treeline, to the side of Archer’s bad eye, and ran through it.

He doubted trees would be very effective as cover if Archer’s weapon reached the level required to battle a Servant. But at the same time, even a minimal advantage in the time it would take the gunman to line up shots or ascertain his position was better than rushing headlong against him.

Saber would not claim that his dexterity was unparalleled, or that the roots and uneven terrain were as nothing beneath his feet as they would be under those of legendary huntsmen or huntresses.

But he was decent. And he hadn’t fought a war without learning a thing or two about toughing it out and putting up with rough terrain.

So the question then was how Archer intended to deal with it. And hopefully, that would also tell him a thing or two about the kind of hero he had as his opponent.




Saber

District XII




On principle, the use of modern weapons against a Servant was an exercise in futility.

Discounting the fundamental differences between attacking body of ether and one of flesh and blood for the sake of argument, even the weakest had reached a point beyond humanity, so weapons crafted by humans to kill humans falling short was the only natural outcome.

As soon as the shots were fired however — no, as soon as he saw his enemy and his weapon of choice, Saber threw away such concepts and drew his sword on instinct.

Tizona flashed — a black blade to accompany his ensemble, but lacking in luster. Though it retained its sharp edge and fine craftsmanship, the coloring was dull and resembled more what should be found in a hunk of burnt metal.

But, well, that is why he had named it so in the first place. Transitioning from a run to a dead stop almost instantly, Saber's sword was swung without pause in three arcs, flowing from one to the next without a single wasted movement.

The bullets that had been fired from that gun were much too quick and much too strong — certainly outside of what it should've been possible considering its "specs", and his opponent's aim was true. A single one would have been certain death against a man, to say nothing of three.

—However, Saber was still the Heroic Spirit of the Sword.

Three shots, three rings as they impacted against Tizona and were cleanly deflected away from Saber. The young man stared at his quarry from across their battlefield, able to make him out despite the rapidly approaching night.

"—You got a real funny way of greeting people, friend!" He laughed, putting on an easy smile. "This normal for you or am I a special case?"

At the same time, Archer and — should he be looking in through him — his Master probably felt it.

Something emanated from Saber. It could not be called "bloodlust", and neither was it some form of magic that altered the senses or mind. It was just Saber's own presence, larger than it had any right to be and only now fully noticeable since he had properly focused it toward an "opponent".

It was the same trait that had caused a lion to cower before him with a glance.

That said, though it would surely intimidate a normal human, even a lion was little more than a kitten compared to a Servant, so Archer himself was unlikely to feel much more than slightly on edge at the absolute worst.

He just wanted to see how he reacted, in other words. That said—

"Should I assume you've prepared to make sure nobody interrupts?" He continued talking without missing a beat, as if discussing the weather instead of a possible fight to the death. "It'd be pretty bad if people turned up and got involved in the matter, y'know? What if they hear your shooting and call the police?"

His banter seemed friendly, and his expression certainly appeared open, but—

It did not quite match how he looked around the battlefield and back towards Archer, analyzing possible approaches and potential cover in case it was necessary, as well as measuring the distance and current situation.

Though his speed fell short of those who were declared the "fastest", crossing this distance would be trivial under most circumstances. But the fundamental issue was that Saber naturally favored close quarters combat and he was being pitted against someone who appeared to be the exact opposite. Saber would only be in "range" when his extended sword-arm was enough to reach Archer's neck, but up until then he would be forced to defend himself without being able to retaliate against attacks.

In simpler terms—

'—Shit. Someone annoying showed up.'


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