Welcome everyone to my a new Fate game by me, REDthunderBOAR. You will be playing as American Airlines Eleven-Chan, a Phantasmal Beast created through unknown means during 9/11. You are the amalgamation of a modest Pilot, Terrorist, and a Jewish Conspiracy member all tied into a Kawaii Airplane. Now you join Magi from all over the world in a Great Holy Grail War!Welcome back everyone, I’ve finished my Dreadnought thread for the moment and finished my prep work for this. To be honest it won’t fully go until maybe Thursday, but I like to write when I’m panicking for a test. For Rolls, here are the Rules:>Rolls are done with a d100, best of three unless crit failure. >Crits occur with on 1 and 100 respectively. >When it comes to actions you are skilled in, it’s going to be very rare that you fail. Keep that in mind. >Roll when I do ‘>Roll’Servants: >Servants stats are mods based on 10, so if they have a C in agility, they have a +30 to dodge and agility based attacks. Endurance determines health, with 4 attacks per rank. >Noble Phantasms Stack Modifiers. >Don’t try and face a Servant. You are pretty strong, but your not Shirou EmiyaBesides that the usual:>I got final Say>I will almost always be jumping computers, so the IP and username changes a lot. Keep that in mind if ‘The REDthunderBOAR’ or ‘redthunderboar’ comes up, I hate posting phone wise but I haft to. >Updates when I can, which is quite a lot then little then a lot. I try to keep it steady. >As always, try your best to think outside the box. You are literally an Airplane in human form, that's the kind of shit I want to see in the Quest.
Eleven-Chan's Character Sheet> https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GjRkgoTnxIVTDhzykVWqSgVX5cETx8mGh5Rnf0uRtzA/edit?usp=sharing
You could feel a furious stinging on your hand as you fling the bed covers over. In your short life as a ‘Phantasmal Being’, you have experienced so much more pain than your previous life as an Airplane pilot. This though, it felt like something was etching itself into your own body, your soul!You rushed for the facet at the other side of the room, washing your hand in ice cold water. It didn’t help the pain much as you watched an angry crimson appeared on your hand. You kept it in though as just numbing your hand was the best you could do. It was only after a minute that the pain started to subside with the numbness of the freezing water. You pulled your hand out of the basin while turning on the light. You took a seat on the toilet to examine the hammer and sickle that appeared on the back of your hand. It seems those Magi were not lying to Crazy, the Holy Grail War was real and you are now a Master. You could only complain in your higher than average girl-like voice, “Agh, Eleven-Chan can't sleep now. Too much pain!”You took a few steps towards the only window in the bedroom that looked out over a street of Prague. You could feel a cold breeze hit your near naked body, the Hostel didn’t have the best heating, burning hot at 8 then freezing at midnight. You could only grumble as you tried to cover your greatly ample bosom from the chill. >Get dressed and head out. If you can’t go back to sleep might as well head out and explore. >Wrap yourself in bed sheet and try to sleep, no pain is going to ruin my beauty sleep. >Get out your catalyst and examine it, make sure there are no issues with the container.
If you guys can get me more pictures of planes as girls that would be wonderful. I only got like two right now and I'm no artist.
>>3320994>>Get dressed and head out. If you can’t go back to sleep might as well head out and explore.
>>3320994>Get dressed and head out. If you can’t go back to sleep might as well head out and explore.
Previous thread for posterity, in two different archiving siteshttps://yuki.la/qst/3320983https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3275148
Heres the other. I was trying to keep Rasputin secret but here you post the last thread...> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3275148/
If you can’t sleep, might as well explore the city. You head over to your suitcase and examine what you have. The feeling of your wings retracting as you look over the available clothing. It’s been troublesome trying to trying to find gear that would cover all your features; the wings on your back, the sharp fins in place of your ears, and the two tail fins on your Achilles. They seemed to grow back to their smallest, but you’ve learned to be careful showing these features. >A Hijab, complete coverage so that no one has a chance to see anything. >Puffy coat, puffy pants, and long boots seem to cut it. >Shaggy sweatshirt, earmuffs, and lose sweatpants. Ah, and you could never leave home without- Take two of these. >Desert Eagle.>C4.>Bullet Proof Vest.>Weird Zapping Wand. >Quran>Cell Phone>Other of the same worth (Write in)
>>3321110>Puffy coat, puffy pants, and long boots seem to cut it.>Cell Phone>Bullet Proof Vest
Slow day or everyone secretly agreeing?
>>3321143Nah, people don't really vote on simple stuff. I just wanted to do it to wait for more lurkers.
Go over to the suitcase started getting your shirt and such on. You used the plain colored bra to hold your bosom, covering it with a thick long sleeved shirt. You numbly threaded your wings through the holes of your shirt for maximum comfort. You threw on a pair of puffy pants, a coat that covered your wings, and your long boots. After all that, you threw on bonnet and flushed your long steel gray hair over your back. Prepared for the cold, you took a step out the Hostel door. Stepping out, you were welcomed by the slavic cold. The area of Prague 6 is was an organized in a Hexagon fashioned around a monument. None of the building were much higher than 5 stories, giving the feel of a medieval town more than anything else. The cold wind brushes by, causing you to prime your heating core. The heat along with the heavy jacket warmed you up so well not even the cold irritated you. So, where will you go?>Head to a local Church you’ve been thinking of checking out, they’re very nice to look at and probably horrifying this time of night. >Local Pub, because why not it’s only midnight. >Just wonder, take in the sights. >Other? (This is Prague, you guys can point out locations.)
>>3321233>Just wonder, take in the sights.
You start to make your way down the streets, the sights of gothic structures entertaining your eye. The night lights lit what little sidewalk was left from the falling snow. You went your way down through the middle of the sector, crossing through the round about that sported little traffic. By the time you realized it, you crossing through a parkway that overlooked the Vltava River. The trees were calming and tranquil along with the running of the streams. The pain you felt earlier is now a distant memory in comparison to the now. It’s too bad Crazy couldn’t appreciate such sights, the maniac would be more likely to try and start a small grass fire in the snow than appreciate scenery. So you decided to head back, crossing taking a slight divergence from your original course in hopes of more art. What you accidentally did was enter a darkened ally. “Wow, would you look at that!” The smell of cigarette smoke crossed your nose as you turned to a squatting man with a thick Russian accent, “Such a nice gal shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” You gave a worried laugh, “Ha ha ha, I think Eleven-Chan is fine Mr. Russian. Eleven-Chan is more than able.”You could see a slight glint coming from his sweatpants as you could see two more forms come from the shadows, “Trust me, Miss. I swear by my bottle of Vodka.” >Go with them>Punch him in the balls>Burn him in Jet Fuel>Talk him out of it with Manipulation
>>3321333>Talk him out of it with Manipulation
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>3321386
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>3321386
You simply fluttered your jacket as your mind switched personalities. A sinister smile grew on your face. You coughed a little before you talked, “My my, you want to take Eleven-Chan to her home?”The delinquent looked at you funny, “Y-yeah, but I was thinking I would take you to my place before then.”The other two came into view, one a scrawny fellow with an AK-47 and a bigger dude carrying a black sake. They laughed as they approached, but they became surprised when you joined them. You noticed their tattoos were a massive bear carrying a cross, Vladimir’s men. “Fufufu,” The men looked at you in confusion as you chuckled, “Are you sure Vladimir would like that? I heard he’s been having a few financial troubles lately.”The men around the leader looked at you questioningly, but the one in the middle grew pale, “H-how do you know that? Only his circle should know!”You simply waved him off, “Who said only his circle would? His creditors would surely know of someone was going to miss a payment.”The man took a step back now, “You’re those fuckers…”Your smile simply went back into a smug grin, “Why don’t you walk American Airline Eleven-Chan home, Russian-Chan~”You grew to hate how this damn form kept talking, it sometimes mooted your points and always confused your contacts. But they learned once again to fear you as with the boy in front of you. The man simply gave nods to his fellows, the three now acting as guards. Damn though, you never really knew where you learned how to talk like that but it’s served you well. The men guarded you as the four of you traversed the snow. Out of the corner of your eye you could easily notice men diving for the alleys to avoid you. It seemed you caught one of the ring leaders in town. You walked up to the door and gave the men a charming smile as you slowly squeezed your bosom, “Thanks for helping poor Eleven-Chan~. I might have gotten cold and lost.”The two men were blushed beet red as the guy in the middle simply stared at you in horror. What, this is how this damn body thanks people. I would have just given you three a tip but you opted to enter the room and lock the door. >Prepare for the summoning>Take a nap>Browse the web>Other (Write in)
>>3321583>Prepare for the summoning
You walked away from the door with a little stretch and a sigh. It was quite the journey going outside you had to admit and it fully woke you up. The city seemed to be good enough, all you had to do was avoid the more ruinous spots of the city and everything should be peachy. You placed your coat and bonnet on the rack, revealing your wings and wing like antennas. You allowed your hair to settle, the thick silver falling to your hips in an attempt to partly cover your wings. You breathed in and out, now was the time you’ve been waiting for. You moved to below your bed, bringing out a small backpack. Reaching in you drew a god awfully large dick. You were not very proud of it, the dick of Grigori Rasputin. You had to admit, the channels getting this were sketchy and you will surely send it back to the museum after the dick’s ‘Private Tour’. For now though, it was your catalyst for your Servant. You took out a small jar of blood, though you couldn’t remember what kind it was. Looking at another sketchy book, you carefully edged out the circle for summoning. >Roll for Artistry
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>3321658
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>3321658
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>3321658
You look over the thing that looks like a circle, or at least you think its a circle at least. The weird gibberish didn't really help much as you either broke the boarder or made it upside down. Though it looks weird, the book said the symbols don't really matter as long as you got intent, a circle, and command seals.You placed the Catalyst on the helm of your bed, the dick continuing to float in the liquid preservative. A chill slavic wind came through the apartment, but you paid it no heed as you burn your core for heat and mana. So you stood there in a thick long sleeved shirt and a pair of puffy pants reciting the ritual. You opened your mouth, the Chibi voice ringing out among the cold, “Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over five times, simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time.”You watched as the Command Seal begun to light a Crimson Red and steeled yourself, “Let silver and steel be the essence. Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.” The makeshift circle started to light up in the same crimson, “Let my great master ■■■■■■■■ be the ancestor. Raise a wall, against the wind that shall fall.” Wind began to bellow through the room as you tried your best to remember the words, ”Close the four cardinal gates. Come out from the crown. Rotate the three-branched road reaching the Kingdom.”The light started to turn Silver as you tried to contain your voice, ”I shall declare here. Your body shall serve under me. My fate shall be with your sword. Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail. If you will submit to this will and this reason,” You waited for the pregnant pause called for, “Then answer!”You curled your hand as you could feel something tugging at it, “– An oath shall be sworn here! I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!” It felt like something was gripping into your very being and was trying to bring himself forth! You held firm and cried to the heavens, “From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Balance!”The room filled with a flash of light so strong that the windows shattered in a flash. You could barely watch as a vague humanoid formed within the circle. Soon though the light was too much and you were blinded.As the light died down you saw a man with a great beard, charming blue eyes, and a Soviet uniform. He smile a little and then laughed, "So, cute girl, are you my Master?" >Yes>No>Other (Insert Speech)That's it for me for now. Likely update tomorrow.
Did I miss a thread?
>>3322186The chargen thread was linked by >>3321098
>>3322186You didn't. They created the character American Airlines Eleven-Chan a couple of weeks ago and now we are playing her. Basically they were thinking of doing a crossover, but then Eleven-Chan got birthed from some Anon's head. Everyone liked it, so here she is. I just gave her a little background because it would be shit if it was like 'Oh, I'm a person and I'm also in a war." If Anons wanted to do that they would have voted Normal Human.
>>3322485If any else is confused, read Eleven-Chan's Character Sheet. It more or less explains whats happening.
You tried your best to be stone face, but you were cheering on the inside, “Yes Eleven-Chan’s your Master, Rasputin-San.”The Servant smiled, “Eleven-Chan, that’s a cute name for a sexy looking girl like yourself. Well you already know my True name so you should know my class, Saver.”A little display came up in your vision telling you the stats of Rasputin, You tilted your head a little though, “Eleven-Chan doesn’t understand, your not any of the classes from the book.”Rasputin Chuckled a good bit at your reaction, “I don't really understand either, it seems your not part of any teams either. I guess Rasputin is an irregularity like always.”You could only shrug at the Servant. You could suddenly feel the blistering cold come from the shattered window beating against you, “Agh, Eleven-Chan’s getting frozen.”“You’re getting cold already? This is nothing compared to Siberian cold.” Rasputin laughed at your misery, “Hmm, why don't we take the opportunity to head out? I want to try modern Vodka and Scotch before the sun rises.”>Nah, I packed some in the fridge already. Let’s just get a new room. >Okay then, let’s head out. Maybe something interesting will happen. >Other Ideas?
Rasputin's Character Sheet. > https://docs.google.com/document/d/1X6r0XdMk7fOwGsANPdUoT5IWV6XN-G9YqTwpXhWStc4/edit?usp=sharing
>>3322504>Nah, I packed some in the fridge already. Let’s just get a new room. Makes sense to have gotten some for his arrival.
You sighed as you went over to the mini-fridge and drew out the contents, “Eleven-Chan bought vodka for Saver-San since she knew he was coming. Eleven-Chan is cold though, so she will be getting a new room.”You drew out a large amount of spirits from the fridge, each chilled for the enjoyment of Rasputin. The Servant in question simply laughed as he looked upon it, “Well well, it seems my Master is wiser than average! In that case, I should do something to repay your kindness.” You watched the Servant as he approached the blown out glass. Raising his hands, he muttered an incantation that caused the glass shards to glow with a bright white light. You watched in amazement as the glass retracted into the frame and the cold air stopped impeding the two of you. You however got a little ticked at him, “Saver-San, why didn't you do that before? You could have costed Eleven-Chan a lot of money!”The Servant gave you a hearty Russian Laugh, “You see, I wanted to head out for drink. I could care less for window if it means I get my drink. Instead I get a wise Master who knew what I wanted.”He walked over and started looking over the drinks, taking a bottle of rum as his first choice before sitting on the bed, “Get yourself a drink Master! I don’t think tonight will see much fighting, so we celebrate with Red Army specialty. I will admit we don’t have target practice though.”You gave him a shrug and picked up a large bottle of Scotch. You noticed the glint in Rasputin’s eyes, but it’s not like he’d get lucky with you. The two of you started to down your respective bottles. You could feel your core burn the Alcohol as Rasputin finished his bottle, “Ah, to drink spirits after so long. This is why I hated being dead, I couldn’t have an honest drink with a cute girl infront of me.” You finished your own bottle with the Alcohol spilling into your core. It gave a slightly warm feeling as it burnt just like everything else, “Eleven-Chan is not into men, Saver-San. If you are trying to get her drunk, don’t bother as Eleven-Chan just burns it all away.”“Burn it?” The Russian looked at you with a scrutinizing face, “You’re not human are you?”You brought over a chair from a small desk and landed into it, “No, Eleven-Chan is a Phantasmal Being much like Saver-San. She lives off of Jet Fuel instead of Mana. Alcohol is just another fuel for Eleven-Chan to drink.”You watch as Rasputin grabbed another bottle of Vodka, only to look at the bottle in sorrow, “I guess I don’t feel buzz from drink anymore. I guess its good I don’t have any pain to drink away though.” He gave a hearty laugh at the end as he started downing the bottle. The two of you drank and chat for some time, the night coming to 4 in the morning before something happened. >Roll for Perception
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>3322790
Rasputin dropped the last bottle of spirits down his throat with irritation, “Guh! Why can’t Alcohol work on a Servant! This is the 8th bottle and I don’t even feel a buzz!”You instead switched from alcohol to your bottles of Jet Fuel, “Saver-San is a spirit. The book said you would convert anything to mana if it doesn’t hurt you. Saver-San is tolerant, Alcohol is just food to you and not poison.”“Tsk, you could have said that earlier.” The Servant grumbled until he picked up a jar, “Now what’s with this dick in a jar? It’s as big as mine but I’ve still got it.”You shrugged, “It is Saver-San’s dick. Saver’s examiners wanted to have such a specimen.”His grin grew a little, “Oh, they really did? I expected a few things but never my dick becoming an artifact. I wonder how many pleasure themselves with it.”You were about to comment on the necrophilia before you could sense something. You;ve always had a tick about you, knowing where things are and what they are doing. Its what kept you alive from the magi and other threats for years. Now though, you could feel that there was fighting in the city. >Go spectate/join it>Ignore it>Head in the complete opposite direction. It might come this way.
>>3323036>Head in the complete opposite direction. It might come this way.
>>3323164Huh, what ever happened to everyone? I guess midday Wednesday isn't that popularWriting...
You ran over to your bags and start throwing everything you could into them. Rasputin was watching from the side, “What are you doing? Is there a fire sale on Vodka or something?”You ran over and grabbed the dick in a jar from the guy, “No! Eleven-Chan has detected Servants fighting a little ways out. We need to leave, now!”The Servant looked at you perspective until he shrugged his shoulders, “I guess that is reasonable. Though if that’s the case I hope we can find something more tasty since Alcohol has no effect.”You simply nodded as you scrambled to assemble your winter gear. Blasting open the door and charging your way out of the Hostel. As you left, you watched as two Servants crashed into the room you were staying at. Rasputin giving a whistle as the two of you fled from the fighting that was sure to lead to death. As you left, you could hear the rumbling of oxen preparing a charge. ___________The two of you ran for a time, going down a small hill that lead the two of you into a forest. Trying to remember the layout of the city, you are on the edge of Prague 6. Between the two of you was a suburb and then fields of crops. Neither of you were really worn out, but you seemed to have gotten far enough. “Well that was an interesting tactical retreat.” He waited a beat, “You got an idea what we should do now though?”>Search the area for some forgotten castle. Maybe Rasputin can repair it and you two could live there. >Continue your stay in Prague, the place is big enough that you likely won’t see action. >Live in the airport>Hide in one of the many forest in the area.
>>3323224>Live in the airport
>>3323263This, gotta have that Jet Fuel
“Eleven-Chan has decided we will go to the airport.” You said with a decisive edge. Rasputin just looked at you funny, “Airport? Isn't that where men fly from one place to another? Why there?”You turn to face him with confidence, “Eleven-Chan needs Jet Fuel to survive. If we secure the airport, Eleven-Chan can drink all she wants and keep us alive!”Rasputin just shrugged, “I guess that makes sense. Though I want to buy some Vodka after we bunker down.”“Alright! Thanks Saver-Chan.”With that, the two of you took a trip and arrived at Vaclav Havell Airport. Your view was blocked by a hedge that seemed to have grown 10 feet high. The daylight broke over the horizon as you approachHow are you thinking of sneaking in?>Cut through the hedge and act like you belong in the airfield. >Crawl through, try to make as little noise as possible. >Hit man style, Have Rasputin go around, knock everyone out, then make your way through. >Other
>>3323182That's a pattern I've noticed. If you want some advice I'd recommend running a schedule two to three days a week and advertising it on a twitter to ensure people who like your quest will know when it's running. If you want to run every day I'd recommend starting later in the day and consistently running until things run down later in the night. Basically in 4-5 hour sessions. Don't take on more than you can handle.>>3323311>Crawl through, try to make as little noise as possible.
>>3323348Dunno, I just don't have that luxury. I run this as a means of keeping myself occupied when I'm board. If people show up they will and if not, they don't. I'm just a little surprise at the rather low numbers, but I'm sure we will gain steam later this week and especially next week.
>>3323359Yeah if you keep at it more people will show up. I've noticed a trend during certain days, and by far Wednesdays are the slowest. If you want to keep at it you should have some better luck during the weekends.
>>3323359But you'll just drop it in like 10 days tho.
>>3323366That's the plan, seems all my DnD groups have decided not to show for the next two weeks because spring break, so its this and a 10 page paper with my name on it!
>>3323369Nah, more like a month or two. Remember I got NEET to 4 threads and moderate stopping place. I actually think this will get far once we start getting some intrigue, if I can figure out how to write it for once. Any good places I can learn since you all are here?
>>3323375Boar my dude, people don't like it when quests are inexplicably dropped.In fact they dislike it.Stop it.
>>3323348>RollJust ran about for 45 min because I kept leaving suffer at the previous stop. Damn it was annoying.
>>3323487Well, Roll when you can. If I wake up without one though, I'mma have some fun.
Rolled 63 (1d100)>>3323487
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>3323487
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>3324032
Since your time as a Phantasmal Being you have learned to sneak about airport with ease. At first you snuck about American airport since you manifested there, but their high security made it harder and harder to get your food. So you moved to Europe, where regulations and security have not increased nearly as much thanks to not being attacked by Mr. Crazy. So you skillfully made your way through the hedge, Rasputin simply dematerializing into a ghost. You skillfully stayed close to the hedge, ducking back into it when either guards or planes came by. You could hear Rasputin laughing in your head, “To think my Master would be skillful in sneaking about. You are getting better and better.”“Eleven-Chan does not have many luxuries, Saver-San.” You replied in your mental link. You quickly dashed into the warehouse, the sounds of maintenance coming into your ears. Maintenance was not something you wanted to hear though, so you opted for dashing between warehouses. You watched as one of the workers made his way to the current building, then dashing to another hanger. You did this about 4 other times before you hit a locked door. Just as you guessed, this door was to the storage hanger, the place where high-class individuals would place their jets for storage. This meant the place could be open from two of three days to an entire week. Simply put it was the most valuable spot to hide. Though how will you get in?>Melt the doorknob off>Try and lock pick, your not very skilled though>OtherIm back and will have all day now. I've only got a class at 5 and then I can do whatever I want. So I am here to Quest.
>>3325652...Welp, I've waited long enough. Sexing the door...>Roll...
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>3325701
You reach for the door handle with a tender hand, stroking it calmly like one would a certian activity, “Come, door-chan, open up for Eleven-chan.” You went over to kiss the door before Rasputin placed his hand infront of you, “Are you doing alright, Master? I don’t think a door could enjoy a woman’s touch.”You think to yourself for a moment before suddenly realizing what you were doing, “Oh! Sorry Saver-San, Eleven-chan gets weird when she is thirsty for Jet Fuel.”The Servant just chuckled, “Well if you need any of this, Jet Fuel, I would be sure to provide you some.” While you gave your Servant a stink eye for the blatant flirting, Rasputin reached for the door. He strained himself for a moment before the doorknob simply shattered under his strength. Slowly it opened to the hanger. He started to play with the metal door knob as the two of you entered. The place was covered in a thin layer of dust, each and every plane stuck in here was of high quality. Walking over, you found a small building that acted as the closet for all the equipment. Opening it up you were blasted with a bunch of cobwebs. You nodded to yourself, “This place is not the best, but Eleven-chan is sure we can make this place feel like home!”Rasputin just shrugged, “As long as I can get better tasting Vodka I would be fine.”As the two of you moved things around to make it more habitable, there was the feeling that something was coming in. You couldn’t describe it as a Servant, but it was close. >Investigate the thing>Stay here for the day doing what? (Write in so I can write it)
>>3325830+1Are you just going to vote to sex everything? Even if it’s something that can’t technically be sexed?
>>3325830>>3325851I'm not making this a Hentai. We made the character on a humorous note, but this is not Akun.
>>3325804>Investigate the thingWait, so we're not the only phantasmal technologic beast in existence? Are we in machine limbo or something?
>>3325804>Investigate the thing
“Huh? Eleven-chan feels something…” You were moving a tube used to fuel up airplanes when you felt it.Rasputin looked at you with a little worry, “You’ve been feeling things more than me, Master. I did not notice the Servants that wrecked our last home, so what horror is coming in?”You simply shrugged as you slowly made your way over to the door. Peaking your head out, you got a better reception and detected where your feeling was coming from. Your eyes met with a single engine plane was coming in, which would not have brought much issue to you. You still had that feeling, and your sight zeroed in on a girl with long purple hair. She looked to be having the time of her life, a lively smile adorning her face as she skillfully barreled her way through the air. You could feel Rasputin looking over your shoulder, the man equally as interested as yourself. As the plane landed with skill that could make Air Force pilots blush, the two of you watched as the figure came out. She was wearing a large white jacket and her purple hair went down to her hips, a small Rosette dangled on her neck. The two of you watched as she made her way to a worker and started to chat with the boy. >Wait till she is alone and approach. >Stay the hell away!>Stalk her till the sun goes down>Other
>>3326068>OtherHave Rasputin stay back for emergency and run towards the girl with the biggest, dumbest smile she could muster; waving her arm like an enthusiastic fan.
>>3326068>Wait till she is alone and approach.
>>3326080>RollIm in class so little slow
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>3326203
You turn to Rasputin with a worried expression, “Stay here Saver-san. Come get Eleven-chan if she is in trouble.” “Alright” The Servant shrugs, “Just be sure to give me Vodka soon, you take taken my chance to meet beautiful woman.” With that you rushed over to the purple haired girl like a chipper child. Grin wide, you quickly made your way over to the confused pair of people. The worker shot the girl a look saying ‘You know who this is?’. Said girl was looking more and more confused at you by the second. As you made it there you quickly grabbed her hand, “Hello! I’m Eleven-chan! How was your trip! Did you get served peanuts…” The girl talked in a soft tone as she was addressing you, “I don’t understand what you are-” She stopped talking in an instant when she noticed the red mark on your hand. She gave a sigh saying to the the man to put her plane away before allowing you to guide her behind a tank. She gave you a few soft words though it sounded like she was holding back, “You can stop now, Miss Eleven-chan.”You backed away from her as you could feel an angry lust, “I just wanted to talk to you! Your not human, so I wanted to meet you.” The other girl seemed to have pouted for a moment before responding, “It is only because of the Grail’s making that I am not fully human or Servant. You are a Master, where is your Servant?”The sudden realization hit you. This person didn't feel completely like a Servant or a Human, but she knew of the Holy Grail War. As you looked upon her you noticed a stat block around the girl and a small tag. Class: Ruler>Run (Flight or just run.)>Tell her you left Rasputin at home, and you kind of did. >Yeah, bring him forward.
>>3326319>Yeah, bring him forward.
>>3326319>Yeah, bring him forward.Do it sheepishly like a kid who forgot his homework.
You give a mental tick to Rasputin to come forward. You just pouted like a child as Ruler stood there like a domineering mother. Rasputin came around the corner in caution, “I, uh, heard that Ruler was here. I take it its you miss?”“Yes, I am Ruler. And you are… Saver?” She looked at him with questioning face. He seemed scared of the gal, considering she could kill him real quick was an understatement, “Yeah, that's what I am. I am Rasputin, Saver class servant.”Her ire turned to you, “Considering you are not of either team, did you do something to manipulate the system, Eleven-Chan?”>No, I did nothing. I just got him>Run
>>3326603>No, I did nothing. I just got himAny information would be useful, at least to help us get our bearings.
>>3326603>No, I did nothing. I just got him
>>3326612>>3326638>Roll to convince her!
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>3326757
You started to go into a panic, “Eleven-Chan did nothing to the system! She just got Saver-san from the Grail!” Ruler stared at you for a moment, you could feel her presence building up on you as if she wanted to smash you into pieces. Though after a moment she sighed, “Very well, God works in mysterious ways. It seems you have no method in manipulating the system nor are you lying. Though you do not seem to be part of a team.”You tilt your head, “Team? Is Eleven-Chan suppose to be on a team?”She nodded, “Yes, this is a Great Holy Grail War. There is the Blue team and Red team, though I have yet to meet them.” Your eyes widened she Ruler quickly raised a fist at you, the air pressure dispersing against your face, “This will be the only pass I give you. By the lord, if you commit a foul within this war, I will kill you.” Thoroughly intimidated, you take a few steps back. She glares at Rasputin, who had also taken a few steps back. She nodded to herself, “I will leave you be then.” With that she started to walk away. >Hey, lets head out for something to eat!>Nope, lets not fuck ourselves any more. >Other
>>3326983>Hey, lets head out for something to eat!Time to eat some jet fuel
>>3326983>Hey, lets head out for something to eat!If we're gonna be alone, might as well do something while we're ruminating.
>>3326989>>3326996I gues that meant taking Ruler out to eat, but this is fine too. Writing...
As you watch Ruler leave you let out a sigh, “Ugh, Eleven-Chan needs some fuel.” You heard a laughter coming from Rasputin, “You and me both girl.” He brought out a small bottle of vodka and a fine powder, “I seemed to have found someone’s stash.” With that the two drank through the day. >Anything else you wanna do before night?
>>3327046>Casual small talk with your Servant, get to know him and entertain two of your personalities with the possible crazy talk Stalinsputin might give out.>See if he looks at you weird for chugging JET FUEL (and try to own it like a boss)
>>3327046>Make Explosives for later use>Casual talk with Servant
The bottles of once filled of Alcohol was now filled with Jet Fuel. You were suckling on the pump next to Rasputin on the bottle. Rasputin was once again sadly looking at his bottle, “You know, does that ‘Jet Fuel’ taste any good?”You removed the pump from your mouth, a good bit of fuel falling out of your mouth and onto your now bear chest, “It tastes like heaven to Eleven-chan. Though Eleven-chan would not recommend drinking it, it might count as poison.”The Servant shrugged, “I guess that would be wise. I’d like to survive this war longer than a night on the front line. Though why are you wearing metal bikini, it is a sad sight to see.” You simply shrugged, “It is Eleven-chan’s body. Eleven-chan does not want fuel on her clothes, so she puts them away while she is drinking.”You notice as the man’s face blush, “Oh, I did not expect that. So you turning them into molotov cocktails to ruin enemy clothes?”You shook your head, “Jet Fuel is very dangerous to any but Eleven-Chan. If lit, it will cause a massive kaboom!” You animated the explosion with your arms, the Servant looking at you with entertainment. You could see a smile adorn his face, “A big explosion would work wonders. Though I don’t think it will be as big as the Nuclear Bomb.”“Nuclear Bomb?” You look at him for a moment, “Saver-san, are you not joined with Stalin? Saver-san seems quite loose for a dictator.”He gave a little laugh, “You see, neither of us have big legends. Mine is made from superstition and his is a cult of personality. He came to me in the Throne said he wanted to join forces for the war. Though I told him I would be driving, and he agreed as long as he got wish.” “Hmm,” You place your hand on your chin, “But why would Stalin-tan agree to Saver-san’s control?” The guy just shrugged, “I do not know. He seemed to accept that I had better Phantasm or something.” As the two of you talk, you got a feeling in your gut. It felt like a Servant, one of the ones from yesterday to be exact. They seemed to have just entered the nearby area, and closing at a leisure rate. >Run!>Stand your ground!>Other?
This will resume about 5 or 6 est, so watch for that everyone!
>>3327216Fucking amazing pic, OP. What a beautiful duwang. Although I might've lost track, did we take off our jacket at some point or is Rasputin out of touch with fashion?>Hide behind a large and/or sturdy object, peeking from it like a gopher.>Assess if incoming entities look threatening.
>>3327216>Hide behind a large and/or sturdy object, peeking from it like a gopher.>Assess if incoming entities look threatening.
I came to the realization that you guys would spill fuel on your clothing which would likely melt it. I just took the obvious and gave ya character.
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>3328944Watch this
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>3329047
You turned quickly to Rasputin in a panic, “Rasputin-san, we need to-”You were cut off by a sudden thump throughout the hanger. The two of you inched over in abstract horror as the hanger doors were slowly pried open. First you saw the black pair of gauntlets sticking through the door, slowly moving said door to reveal a black mass that seemed to have a singular red strip that acted as an eye. . You were stunned in horror as Rasputin readied a PPSH. Quickly the Russian pulled you back behind a crate the two of you laid out, said Servant now producing a firing line, but has yet to fire out of the unknown. The two of you were now gearing up for a fight, you snapping out of your daze the moment the obvious Servant got out of sight. What made you stop was the sound of a little girl, “Berserker~, where are the two?”You peak out to watch Berserker point at Rasputin and your crate. What you saw standing there was a little girl with long white hair and a set of ruby red eyes, as opposed to your steel gray. You could hear a small chuckle from the girl, “I’ve had fun playing hide in seek today, Master of Saver.” You realize that she had a clear view of Rasputin which gave her his class, “I’ve had to work Berserker like a dog to track you down. Come on out, I want to see you~.”>Go out>Stay hidden and banter
>>3329392>Stay hidden and banter
“Uh, Eleven-chan would rather not.” was your response. You honestly could have had better, but this was what you were stuck to. “Awh…” The little girl sounded truly depressed, “I guess that’s fine, it’s not like I really wanted to see you.” You noticed she was about to give an order to the Berserker, but you were surprised when Rasputin interrupted her, “Now now little girl, you can surely see me. Am I not enough of a sight for you.” He gave his best handsome smile, which was actually really good. The girl just gave a pouty face, “Hmph, I really wanted to see your Master though. I don’t want to make dialogue with a faceless person unlike other Magi.” She grew a small smirk, “Even if I need Berserker to get her out.”Rasputin’s grin grew, “She is a shy person by her nature. It’s only because of that we avoided dying a number of times.”“Ah yes, your flight during me and Tohsaka’s fight.” A small shine appeared on her face, “Fufufu, if I didn’t find your circle and the residual mana Berserker might not have track you down. I guess that’s to be expected of someone summoning an Extra Servant in the war.”“Yes yes,” Rasputin put on a lady killer smile, “It is only because of our circumstances. I realize this is a war between teams of Servants, it’s just we are not on either of them.” The little girl’s once devious smile became a real one, “My my~, Eleven-chan was it? Your Servant is quite the talker. If you come out and face me now, I agree not to attack you if only because your Servant was nice. Much unlike the two belonging to Tohsaka.”>Reveal yourself. >Flee (Run or jet?)>Stay hidden, hope you don’t piss her off.
>>3329519Or I guess>Fight is available, but you guys seem to be pantheist/cowards.
>>3329519>Reveal yourself. She's going to find us sooner or later.
>>3329519>Reveal yourself.>Try to act cutesy and nonthreatening as you meander from your hiding spot
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Rolled 81 (1d100)>>3329635>>3329640Writing...
>>3329626>>3329668Fug, it ate my dice roll>>3329705Thank you
“Uh, hello,” You slowly made your way out of the cover while making a little blush, “Sorry, Eleven-chan is just a little cautious. She’s fought Magi enough times to fear them and their markings.” You notice a triumph smile adorn the little girls face while the Berserker shifted a little. The girl gave a spiteful eye at the Servant, the armor quickly straightening itself out of… fear?You didn’t really take much notice of it as the girl talked in a kind tone, “You are cute, Eleven-chan. I can see why magus would chase after you.” You could feel your cheeks truly flush as the girl took a bow, “I am Illyasviel von Einzbern, Master of Berserker of Blue in this Great Grail War.”You take up the memo with ease, “I am American Airlines Eleven-chan, Illyasviel-chan.” You give a cutesy smile at the girl, “My Servant is Saver-san, though we are not part of a team.”“Oh, so you are unaligned, perfect!” The little girl exclaimed, “I must ask you then, will you make an alliance with me?”“Eh?” Was what you responded with quickly, “Is that not a little too soon Illyasviel-chan? I mean, we don’t even know each other that much.”The girl just chuckled a little, “Well I’ve been more or less forced onto my current team. Berserker has it in for Blue Saber and none of the others seem really nice.” Her eyes look upon you with a cold, if happy look, “You and your Servant are cute though, I would love to work with you two.”Your Servant coughed in his hand, “My apologies for talking in Master to Master business, but I understand that you want to betray your team?”The little girl place her small hand on her chin, “Hmm, not really, more like I want my own person to fight with. Georges has the entire group under his thumb, so the moment they beat Red they will betray me!” She said it like it was a matter of fact, Berserker flashing a little red at the words of Betrayal. You notice that Rasputin’s eyes became much sharper than they were, “I have been betrayed once before because of a maniac, almost losing the war because of it. What happens when we are alone, no other enemies to sick your dog on?”The girl’s eyes widened as if she had not thought about it, “Well, I uh…” It actually took her a moment to think, “I guess you can have the Grail. Me and Berserker have wishes, but we can fulfil them by simply competing in the War.”>Agree to the Alliance >Maybe after we share a battle>No, we want to stay neutral in the war. >Ask more questions (What)>Other
>>3329814>Ask more questions (What)>Information on what she knows of the Red servants so far>What resources does she have? Time to Jew it up a little.
You sat down on a crate, the conversation becoming less hostile by the word. It seemed this girl genuinely wanted to ally with the two of you, and with good reason. Though at times like this you had to check the gift horse in the mouth to make sure there were not little men in the horse. You sat down like a confident women in a conference meeting, “Well, what is it you can for us. Have you learned anything from your battle with the Servants of Red?”The girl gave a slight nod, “As to be expected, we might as well hammer out our details. For the Servants of Red, I know that their base is southeast of Prague, though after that I have no idea.” She gave a meaningful shrug before growing a wicked smile, “I did learn two of the Servant’s names. Tohsaka was working with them, one was the Rider Servant Iskandar and Cleopatra, an Assassin, was by his sad. Oh, I could remember Tohsaka’s cries to be let down by the oath.” As the little girl wiped away her tears of humor you continued, “Well what else can we have? If we are going behind your team’s back you must have some resources.”The Illyasviel nodded in understanding, “Yes, for the most part I do not have any tangible assets within this territory, as it belongs to the Toskavi clan. I can however create a fortress of sort after the turf battles finish tonight.” You tilt your head, “Turf battles? What’s happening tonight Illyasviel-chan?”The girl gave you a knowing smile, “I guess I can include information about the war’s happenings. Right now Blue is sending Servants to secure territory and routes to our base. Georges wisely assumed they would do the same, so he’s prepared everyone to fight a few battles tonight.” >Any more questions?>Lets fight together in one of these fights. Maybe feel each other out>Yes, an Alliance sounds nice. I do have this condition (Insert it, if there is none I will assume you guys just make the alliance)>No thank you on the alliance, though we can still be friends.
>>3330060I need to think on this. On one hand, this is an opportunity to have a safehouse with better access to free Jet Fuel. On the OTHER hand, this hangar's fairly obscure and when the war kicks in proper, it's just gonna be two factions slugging it out directly onto their respective castles.What do you think, anons?
>>3330060>Yes, an Alliance sounds nice.>>3330162We could use the assets
>>3330162>>3330228Sounds like you are joining Illya. Sorry if we don't have many Anons to start a real conversation, I guess they all enjoy the other Fate Quest enough. Either way, I will be writing...
>>3330286They weren't the ones from the first thread, sadly, or they'd be hyped that Eleven-chan's getting an adventure.
>>3330320Yeah, I wonder where they all went. I guess they just lost intrest after two weeks. Makes me wonder if I should have done like the other thread did and had more or less premades. Too late now though, I hope to bring people in through entertainment!
You look over at Rasputin, the Russian Servant just giving you a nod. After a deep breath you responded, “Eleven-chan and Saver-san thinks an alliance would be great!” You extend your hand forward looking for a handshake, “We will be in your care, Illyasviel-chan.”The girl looked at your hand with her face slightly blushing. She still extended her hand forward as well, “I, uh, will try my best.” With the two of you shaking hands, Rasputin gave a hearty laugh while Berserker stood idly by. Her hand was soft and feminine, obviously you didn’t give her a firm handshake you would have one life before. After the handshake, the girl blushed a little more, “If you want to, you can call me Illya from now on. Illyasviel was my mother’s name that I inherited.”You grew a wider grin, “Understood Illya-tan!”The girl looked at you in confusion, the obvious japanese lost on her. After a moment longer she seemed to have a light bulb pop on her head, “You know Eleven-chan, maybe we should head out and help some Masters of Blue!”You tilted your head a little, “Why would we do that? Doesn’t Illya-chan want as many Blues dead as you can get?”The girl gave you a childish shrug, “Maybe, but if we can maybe save one of them they will accept you. That way they will think I recruited you for their cause.” She grew a sly smile, “They still think of me as a homunculus child after all.” Rasputin was the one to pipe up, “And where will we be fighting? You said something like turf battles or wars?”She placed a hand on her lips in an attempt at remembrance, “I think they were talking about fighting in the North, South, and in Prague itself. Prague has the most with two while the others have one, though we should avoid the North.” Rasputin’s Russian accent carried on, “What’s in the North? You have Berserker with you so what’s so scary?”Illya just shook her head, “Berserker doesn’t really work with the Servant sent there.” >To the North Anyways!>To Prague, time to lay claim to them Airports>To the South!
>>3330384>To Prague, time to lay claim to them Airports
>>3330384>To Prague, time to lay claim to them AirportsThis is where Achmed's expertise of urban combat can come into handy.
You think to yourself for a few moments, wondering what the best place would be to go. Then you realized what was likely the best place would be Prague itself! If this city was to fall to enemy hands, you would likely lose any ability to claim Jet Fuel for yourself. Basically, you would starve. “We head further into Prague, Illya-chan!” You announce with glee, “Let us claim as much Jet Fuel as we can!”Caught up in your enthusiasm Illya gave a childish cheer. For a person so frightening, you seemed to have gotten on her good side rather quickly. ________The small squadron of Servants and Masters you were apart of made their way closer to the center of Prague itself. The streets seemed to be quite, much more than what is usual in your short time. If you suspected anything, it was that a Master must have caused some mass hypnosis. Illya seemed not to care very much about caution, her Servant in his spiritual form. Rasputin was walking next to you all since his clothing made him as close to modern as you can get with Servants. Your senses twinged a little as you could feel the presence of Servants and their release of mana. You simply pointed in that direction, “Illya-tan, they are this way!”She looked at you in surprise, but followed you deeper in the city. It was only after the river that bisected the city that you felt yourself crossing a Boundary Field. On reflex you brought Illya into some cover, the battle animated before the two of you. First there was a man adorned in a Greek themed scale armor. He was on the rooftops fighting off against a pair of foes, the obviousness would have been he was outmatched. He was fairing well though, skillfully fighting off a girl who seemed more entranced with dancing than actual fighting. The other proved far worse as the being simply changed to mist before the attacks connected, forcing him on the defensive. There was another battle, a petite skull faced Servant continuously flinging daggers at her hooded enemy. Said person was dodging daggers while firing his own arrows, which once again missed his enemy dodged as well. Though you noticed they were hanging out mainly on a clock tower, more distracted at something below them then each other. Sounds from further down the street hinted to what was likely the Master’s fighting. >How you guys wanna set this up. You have free reign to control Illya’s Berserker, who is obviously a tamer Lancelot if you have not realized this yet.
>>3330632Saver can summon Soviet troops right? Let's do some Search and Destroy. Station a partisan or more in the nearby buildings and use Perception with Illya's knowledge to identify the enemy master(s) for window sniping.And for a little wildcard, find a nearby vehicle that's suitable for having bombs placed inside it.
I'mma leave it here tonight because we might get some more tactics. Still kind of sad we don't have many, but I can hope.
>>3330727I'm a little sad on the amount of people, but oh well. I will fill in the details. >Roll!
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>3332836>I'm a little sad on the amount of peopleprobably because fate quests have been done to death
Rolled 53 (1d100)>>3332836WelpThose saboteurs in the previous thread were never invested.
>>3332901>>3333053I will try my best with what I got. It seems a few are enjoying it so that's fine. If anything else, we could just go hard restart if enough of you agree. Writing...
>>3333087I honestly just need time to design the war, which is what I did over the two weeks.
“Saver-San, summon a few squads of your men to help us against the Masters!” You said to your Servant. He smiled with glee, “Here you go Master, they are ready for the shredder.”In front of you three was a group of five men, all geared with machine guns, “We are ready for your orders, Saver!” YOu watched as Illya grew a small smile, Berserker materializing next to one of the soldiers. He stuck his hand to the man, to which Illya summarized, “Berserker likes your weapons, you wouldn’t mind if he took one.” The soldier looked at Saver, who simply shrugged. The sighed at their summoner’s response, “Oh well, not like we’re use to it.” The man handed over a gun to the Berserker. As it entered his hands the weapon suddenly changed to a black color with red highlights. You could get a feeling the Servant was smiling, suddenly dashing to the fray without heed. You let out a confused sigh of relief while turning to the summoned men, “Elven-Chan wants you to move around the area and find good sniping positions. You will take shots at the Masters when I give their location.” They gave you a salute, “Understood Master!” Before quickly heading out into the allies. After sending them off you quickly grab Illya by the shoulders while making sure Saver could listen, “Illya, Eleven-Chan is about to act very differently. She wants you to understand that under no circumstances are you to say anything bad about Allah or Mohamed, understood.” The girl, noticing your worry, gives you a straight unemotional nod. You sigh before giving in to Crazy. “Ah, that American-dono is so restricting.” You suddenly started to say, “He needs to fuck a goat sometime, he's too uptight.” You look over your body in concern, your new mind still getting over the fact you are a girl. After another sigh your eyes light up, “Now, lets get something underways! For Allah!”You quickly run over to a vehicle, finding a pair of keys and a popping the hood. YOu spilled as you quickly attached a series of wires to your bottles of Jet Fuel you’ve been preparing. After a moment you shut the hood and rev the engine, the bombs skillfully attached to a secured to the radio. SO, do you->Have Rasputin drive into the master fight. >YOu all gang up in the vehicleIgnore it for now and run into the fight.
>>3333179>You can suggest other tactics as well. Sounded like you all wanted to charge the Masters somehow though.
>>3333179Kiritsugu got pretty far with Time Hax and his own guns. We got our own execution squad. Terrorists are good with disruption and guerilla warfare, all we need is to sow some confusion before going in for the kill while everyone's gawking.>See if Illya can identify which of the masters in the brawl are enemy-aligned>Stealthily move gunners into position, prepare to fire at designated targets>Catch the master's attention with Rasputin driving into the fray>ALTERNATIVELY: If we're strong enough, just throw the bomb truck at them>Open fire at the critical moment when they're distractedThis plan ain't perfect, it's not taking into account the servants above, but it's a start.
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Rolled 72 (1d100)>>3333754Pls pls pls
>>3333790This ain't enough, I wish another lurking anon could roll.
>>3333757>>3333790Well times up, I'm writin
You turned to the Russian Servant with glee, “Saver-san, Eleven-chan has set a payload for Allah! You drive it into the Servants on my command!” You ran into the allies of Prague 1 as the Russian grew a large grin. With Illya trailing behind you the two of you manage to sneak around and pop your heads out of an alley. You watched as a man dressed in a white suite was fighting a person in casual clothing. You could see the fancily dressed man’s fist and head glowed with an ethereal light while the casual boy held out what seemed to be a lanturn. Said lanturn was releasing wave after wave of flaming animals at the other. You watched as the animals attempted to surround the man and launch themselves at him, only for him to shout the words, “Pegasus!” You watched in surprise as the man lifted himself off the ground with only a few calf wounds and launch himself at the young boy. The attack landed, but the hit was not solid against the boy. From above you watched the archer Servant attempt to separate the brawler from the boy, only for the attack to be deflected by a dagger. Turning your vision around the area, you noticed the men falling into place about the area Though that’s when you realised there were one too many guns pointed at the fight. The image had their face covered, but he was pointing a modern rifle at the group. You poked at Illya, “Illya-chan which one of these are your allies?”She smiled, pointing at the brawler. >Well everything is set up. I assume we go for it?
>>3334004Might as well, if that extra gunner is an enemy, we could just resort to scorched earth and eviscerate the surrounding area. It wouldn't be healthy for Prague, but when did it ever stop Achmed.
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>>3334054>>3334064Lets get to that Writing!
You give a mental command to Rasputin, [Wreck them my Servant of Allah!]You could hear a vehicle driving through the streets. It was driving at about 50 MPH as you could hear the radio suddenly cranked up. To spite you though, you watched as most of the magi noticed the incoming car. Even the Assassin seemed to have noticed, though her attempt to pierce the tires with daggers failed. Even if the Magi realised the attack was incoming, they couldn't do anything besides reinforcing themselves. The boy with the lanturn tried his best to summon a mass of flames around himself while your ally by proxy couldn’t get his key word off. You had to yell at the top of your lungs, “ALLAH AKBAR!” as the explosion went off. It was a massive explosion thanks to your tampering. Flaming Jet Fuel scattered about the ground like a molotov cocktail while the main explosion sent chunks of meat about the area. Before the smoke even settled though you watched as the Summoned Soldiers opened fire where the flame boy was. Sadly for the boy the attacks were true, the smoke settling to reveal him covered in bullet holes. “You… YOU BASTARDS!” You could hear a cry from the rooftops as a lewdly dressed women looked upon the slaughtered man in horror, “Who killed my Praet-” She did not have time to finish as Berserker came on the attack against her. Bullets rushed by a couple she could not dodge properly as they grazed her. Looking over the field, you noticed the Ally of Illya missing one of his arms from the explosion. You could however still see the Command Seal on his other. The man in the Shadows seemed to be biting his lip as he stepped out to expose himself, “Everyone fall back! Archer I command you to Defend me!” The bright red light came off of his right hand. Quickly the Archer came down and fired his bow in an unbelievable rate that matched them arrow for bullet. As the masked individual fled you could hear the transforming mist talk, “We need to fall back Saber, your Master would have wanted that!” She turned to the shapeshifter with a look of anger, “I will not back down if it means my Preator’s life was in vain.” She pointed at Berserker, “If I must kill you before I disappear to cost your Master a life I will!” The Shapeshifter eyes seemed to glow red in anger, “Tsk, I hate this form you know Saber. I did not want to do this to you! [Legend of Dracula: The Succession of Blood]!”You watch as the Servant bit his fellow in the neck. He quickly wrapped his cloak around his fellow and transformed into a mist, traveling into the night sky.As for the last one, she dropped onto the ground as well as the Greek Servant. >Check up on your Servant in the car>Go help out the guy you blew to heck
>>3334281You can also>Give chaseAs the masked man is just running on foot.
>>3334281>Check up on your Servant in the car>do picI'm sure Illya could handle her ally, plus, we might need Rasputin for back up in case we end up drawing fire.>>3334319On that note>grab a rock and see if we can land a lucky throw on him.>If there's any hidden gunner who has a good view of him, see if they could hit him with a lucky spray of bullets. A stray shot to the leg would make pursuit even easier.
>>3334335>Roll for crit fishing I guess.
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>3334381May RNGsus be with me
>>3334384Ah shit I forgot to take my tripcode off
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>3334381I'll give it a shot.
>>3334399Good enough for me
I have a Sunday outing ahead of me, so this thread'll be empty for the rest of the session. Welp.
>>3334422If it is, yeah I don't know what to do then really. Might just go back to Dreadnought but we will see.
“Fire on Mask-san men!” You yelled over the roaring flames. You even picked up a rock and flung it at the fleeing men, though the Archer was firing fast enough to even nail your pitiful excuse of an attack. With that you walked over to the now burning car in search of your Servant. Truly you should not be surprised, but there was only a few pieces of burnt meat there. You could feel him though which didn’t match up with reality. You concentrated on your connection with the Servant, the connection telling you that he was… 5 mile north of here. You went ahead and connected with him via a mental link, dissipating the Crazy back into the recesses of your mind as he was satisfied at the destruction, [Saver-san, are you alright?]You could hear a loud groan as Saver responded back, [No my Darling Master. I did not think about your plan very much and now I am just a head. It would be helpful if you can collect as many of my body parts as possible, but I suspect they were all vaporized in the explosion. Do you mind if I recall my troops? They are making regeneration hard.]You look down at Illy who now had Berserker at her side once again. She didn’t seem to really care about her fellow Masters very much and was just seemed to be curious about what happened to Rasputin.>Yeah that’s fine, Eleven-chan will head over to pick you up!>That’s fine, we will be there after we talk to the other Masters. >Sorry Saver-san, we need your men to collect your body parts and gather your body parts. Just hang in there. (You talk to the Masters too)
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>>3334543I will say hes in 'friendly' territory
>>3334543>Yeah that’s fine, Eleven-chan will head over to pick you up!
[Okay Saver-san, we are on our way}You go down and whisper in Illya’s ear, “Illya-tan, my Servant was flung a ways north of here. I was gonna head up there.” The little girl places her hands on her chin in question, “Your Servant is missing? I guess we should go find him then!” She exclaimed in a cheer. The two of you left, leaving the young Master with the two Servants. The Greek one seemed to have noticed you, but he simply turned his head away to continue treating the man. _____________It wouldn’t be until daylight that you finally found Saver-san. You found him in a ditch at the bottom of a hill, his spinal cord seemed to have been remade in a gruesome fashion when you caught him. Of course that didn’t stop him, “Ah, Master and Little Girl, I am glad you found me!” He exclaimed with a good bit of joy, “If you don’t mind, could you pick me up?”You gave him a smile as you picked his skull and spine up. Illya however was looking at him in morbid curiosity, “How are you still Saver?”You and the Servant skull look at eachother, at this point she probably figured it out, “It is one of Saver-san’s Noble Phantasms. He can’t be killed by just about anything.” “Oh,” The little girl look onto the man who simply smiled back, “I’ve never heard of a hero surviving anything. I would like to know his true name at some point.” You simply shrug, “At this point Illya-chan, you will learn his name real soon.” The other gave a pouty face but didn’t push, “Well, I guess we should head back to the Citadel? I think Georges might be finished fixing Mr. Hudson. If Saver doesn’t mind, Georges might be able to help him too.”>No, lets see about making a forward base instead. I’m already feeling thirsty. >Yeah, lets head over there. Might as well meet the rest of our ‘Allies’
>>3334809>>Yeah, lets head over there. Might as well meet the rest of our ‘Allies’
You and Illya walk together with Saver in your hands. The Servant slowly was recreating his body with healing magic as you approached. By now he recreated half his torso which was of course a good thing. The main issue was that you could feel his healing tax your Fuel Reserves. With the last few bottles you managed to carry, you might be looking another day before you need another fuel up. Illya was happily guiding the way through the fields of farmland while on the shoulders of Berserker. You realized that maybe you should pick up a vehicle at some point if your not going to be flying around much. On the horizon you can see a large castle like building. To describe it best it was a Citadel. You could tell it was covered in a few wards of illusion and repelling magic, but none of that did much when you crossed into the threshold. When you were about 200 yards out, you could see the numerous Homunculus running about the area, their ruby red eyes just like Illya but they all had burnet hair instead of snow white. When one of them noticed the two of you, she skirted along to meet you halfway, “Welcome back Master Illyasviel. Grandmaster Georges is waiting for your return in his office.” The person looks you over, not even flinching when she caught sight of Saver’s developing body, “It seems you have brought a Master with you. Then your arrival at the Office must be urgent.” Illya grew a little smile, “I will meet him, but alert my maids to meet us at his door. Now that I have returned they will be by my side. That is unless Georges touched them.” You noticed the veiled threat within the little girls words. The Homunculus however responded like nothing occurred, “I can assure you that Grandmaster Georges has not touched your Maids, Master Illyasviel. I will notify them of your arrival.” As the maid left you could hear Illya mumble, “Damn faulty Homunculus.”You ignored the comment, feeling it was a touchy subject for the little girl. So she lead the you and Saver into the Citadel. The place was exquisite, marble walls matched up perfectly with the blue carpet. The hallways were very large, able to move a large monster through the corridors with ease. The four of you stopped in front of an unassuming door with two maids standing there. Said maids looked a lot more like Illya, though on the more developed side of the spectrum compared to the little girl. One of them gave Illya a great smile, “I heard you were able to slay one of the enemy Master’s Illya. Is that true?” The girl puffed out her chest while grabbing onto you, “I can confidently say we slayed the Master Stella. Is Georges ready for us to come on?” The maid kept her smile one, “Yes, he is ready for you.” (½)
The two of you walked into what seemed to be an office of sorts. The furniture was exquisite as expected of the head along with bookcases everywhere. Though what was in them was not just books, many were holding human body parts of all kinds. From hearts to eyes and even reproductive organs, they were each strung about in either clear colorless jars or a greenish liquid. In the main seat was a rather plump man, his demeanor that of a rather wealthy man. Though you noticed his eyes were different color from one another, one the same ruby red as the Homunculus that guarded the area. On his right was a blond figure. It was clearly a women, her emerald eyes told you she was a leader in all respects. You could easily tell she was a Servant, though you noticed no weapon by her side. Berserker seemed to flinch in sight of her, before he resumed his normal posture as Illya’s ride. The plump man stood up with surprising ease, “Welcome back Illyasviel von Einzbern, I welcome you back after the Citadel from a night of fighting.” Illya just grew a small of cold smile, “Thank you for having me back Georges Toskavi. I can successfully say we have gotten Prague from the enemy.” The man’s ire seemed to grow on the girl as he sat, “Yes, I heard. Such a situation was not in our favor anyways, I have already performed my repairs on Hudson. He will be walking by this afternoon, not that losing an arm would have stopped him from trying.” He turned his eyes over to you with widening eyes, “That- Your- Did you bring a Master of Red into the Citadel!?” Illya just gave a childish, “No, she’s the reason I was in Prague. She’s the Master of Saver, an extra Servant in the War like Ruler.”He looked over you, noticing the Servant in your arms that was, “An extra class. Well since you will be joining us, what is you and your Servants name?”>Lie (You can lie about either one)>Tell the truth (You likely won’t do so)
>>3335181> We are Eleven-Chan and this is my servant, Stalin-sanThis half-truth should work based on what they know currently.
Back>>3335181>Lie (You can lie about either one)Lie about servant, tell them he's going by Lenin but has a different True Name, probably a jurist or a scientist.Tell them your name and the fact that you're cursed to only eat one thing: jet fuel.
>>3335314>>3335325And here I was going to sleep thinking no one would give a response. Color me happy and writing...
>>3335385I genuinely respect you for rolling with 9/11-chan on the first thread and sticking by the consequences.
You place your hand on your bountiful chest trying to mimic a noble, “I am American Airlines Eleven-chan, a Phantasmal Being or sorts.” You raise Saver in the air who gave a cheeky smile, “This here is Stalin-san. As Eleven-chan said, Eleven-chan is a Phantasmal being and needs Jet Fuel to live, so she was hoping to get lots soon.” The man’s eyebrows furrowed at the two of you, obvious that you were hiding something. Kind of couldn’t explain Saver’s state if he was Stalin, as said person would have an army not immortality.Before he could say anything though Illya opened her mouth, “Georges, remember our agreement earlier. I want to count Eleven-chan under that as she is my find.” The man seemed to look at the two of you in spite of a moment before sighing, “I guess your Servant is special, so I guess secrecy about a Servant not dying is a good one. Though I take it this Stalin form has some root?” This time it was Saver who talked to Georges’ surprise, “Yes my plump fellow. I am able to summon the Red Army to my side when needed.”“Oh.” The man’s eyes light up, “So you have an Anti-Army Phantasm! That will work well, our Homunculus are spread thin as it is, it would be nice to have another force that could take the battle as infantry.”He leaned back into his chair, “This War has swung in our favor, with both Prague and the North, we could easily probe the southeast for the enemy base! Though I ask in later fights not to get any of my men maimed Miss Einzbern, you are lucky Hudson thought the car bomb was rather genius and is alive to boot.” He took another look over at Saver, “I see you are repairing yourself Saver, is it possible for me to just manufacturer you a new body? It would be a physical one and means you won't be able to go into spirit form, but it must be better than waiting to repair your body.” >Accept the Help>Deny it, Saver can take care of himself. After that since I don’t have many people and wanna write in big chunks. >Wonder the Citadel>Stay will Illya and talk about somethings (I take suggestions)
>>3335455Honestly its because I like the character's banter. Shes entertaining to write because I know without a doubt I am writing Eleven-chan. After that I also like your need for Fuel, its something I've tried to implement in the last Fate thread I did with a Dead Apostle but his need was too little. For Eleven-chan, I can give you guys a set and be happy with it. I will mention that I was considering removing this about Thursday and starting over, but slowly and surely people have been joining. I knew with a little determination and work I can attract people to this thread, even if I count for about half the posts. I've got about 50 pages of this right now and I'm not fucking stopping!
>>3335457>Deny it, Saver can take care of himself.>Stay will Illya and talk about somethings (Other teammates, dining together, hopes and dreams)>>3335483I'm glad you're still running this.
Saver shakes his head in denial, “I will be fine without it. Once my Master gets a hold of enough fuel, I should be able to reconstruct in a few hours.” Georges looked questioning for a moment before shrugging, “I guess that’s alright. Miss Eleven-chan, you said you needed Jet Fuel?” You nod your head at the man, “I will see about securing a stockpile in Prague for you to consume. I will send word for you when the time comes.” “Thank you Georges-dono!” You say with a great smile, “Eleven-chan hopes our relationship together is fruitful.” Illya spoke as well, “I hope you will be fine here as well, Georges. I will be returning to my quarters to sleep off the previous night.” The man, seeing that the two of you are pretty much done nodded, “I understand. I wish for the two of you to be at the reception hall around 5 so we can reinforce our outposts.” He gave another huff before finishing, “I do ask you two see Hudson sometime today. While he was a good sport about being blown up, I assume the man wouldn’t mind talking to you two.”With that you all went out of his office. >Stay will Illya and talk about things (I take Suggestions) >Wonder about the CitadelYeah, its about 1:30 where I am, and while I have no work tomorrow I prefer to keep a moderate sleep schedule. I will open with whatever the result is, which is looking to be going with Illya. I'll likely post around Noon Eastern Standard so keep an eye out for that. I hope you all a good night!
>>3335662>Wonder about the Citadel
>>3336367>>3336594Seems we are going to wonder!Writing...
As the you and Illya’s posse stopped in front of a door you decided to speak up, “Illya-tan, I’ll be looking around for a little bit.” The little girl turned to you with an angry pout, “Really, Eleven-chan can’t you stay with me!”You think to yourself for a second before presenting Saver, “You can have Saver-san, I will definitely be back for us to have lunch together!”The girls pout turned into a little grin as she had Berserker reach for Saver, “Alright! Be sure to come back for lunch Eleven-chan!” For all of this Saver had to laugh as the door closed, “Well little girl, if we are going to have tea please get me some Vodka.” You can hear an alright from Illya as the door closed behind them. From just your little walk here, you’ve noticed a number of doorways and staircases, so where do you wanna go? >Down into the Basement, maybe they have some spirits contained down there!>Explore the living quarters>Try to find the medical wing, maybe you can meet this Hudson you kind of maimed. >Make your way to the balcony, you might have caught sight of the Greek Servant up there
>>3336715>Try to find the medical wing, maybe you can meet this Hudson you kind of maimed. Also, shouldn't we deploy some men to guard the perimeter? Even if they can't do anything to a servant, a good number of men with AKMs will at least alert us of something.
>>3336800The place is secured by Homunculus guards like this pic.
And so you made your way through the hallways, through the grand halls of what you could only describe as a Citadel. You walked past a number of Homunculus, each nearly identical to each other save for their different sexes. To put it simply, you were getting quite nervous as you crossed by person after person who you could not tell the difference from. It was after a few minutes of travel that you saw the massive golems passing by. They didn't seem to be doing anything other than heavy lifting for the Homunculus, but you were not very confident you could take one without expanding some Jet Fuel. It was after a half an hour of travel that you started to notice Homunculus dressed as nurses walking about. Before you knew it you were in the medical wing of the place. All about you there were the injured bodies of Homunculus, many without limbs as if savagely crushed or sliced. It was unnerving though as they simply sat on their beds without even a whimper of pain. Still a little unnerved you tapped the shoulder of a nurse, “Hey, uh, Homunculus-san, so you know where I can find Hudson-san?”The girl turned around to face you without moving facial features, “Master Hudson is in the private medical room.” The girl just stood there like a computer waiting for its next command, “Uh, could you lead Eleven-chan to him?”The creature nodded, “I am able to fulfill that task, if you would follow me Miss Eleven-chan.” She guided you through the wing, past the numerous Homunculus. It was to your horror as a cart filled with preserved limbs was carted by. Though what scared you more was the limbs were the same skin color of the Homunculus. Though after that you arrived in a much less crowded part. There were three doors with a pair of Homunculus standing by one of them. The one guiding you stood in front of them and spoke what you could only assume was gibberish. It was after that the Guards stood off to the side. The one guiding you turned to you, “This is the room belonging to Master Hudson. As I have completed my task, I will resuming my previously assigned task.” With that the nurse left. A little shy, you entered the room between the two Guards, revealing a sterile white room with a man sitting in the middle. Most of his body was normal, but you noticed the limb that was blown off was now a much paler color and a bit thinner. It was almost like a cross between the Homunculus and the rest of the man’s body. He turned to face you, “Oh, you were the one who helped kill my quarry.” He chuckled a little, “I got to say though, I did not expect a car to come up let alone the explosion.” You sheepishly looked at the ground, “Uh, Eleven-chan is sorry about your arm.” The man just gave another laugh, “Don’t be. I had to admit the car bomb was genius. Was it your idea or little Illyasviel?”>Take the credit you deserve>Give it to Illya, maybe if there's blame for any reason it will shift to her.
>>3336945>Take the credit you deserve
>>3336806Yeah, but they're using fucking halberds and spears. Meanwhile, our summoned Red Army troops can carry anything from mosins to VS VALs.
>>3337000I'll be writing...
>>3337012Well, you can do this. Just keep in mind Saver can only do so much at once and you only have so much Mana. Supporting all those troops is a nightmare on your fuel reserves. It would be better to secure a fuel tank then summoning them.
You give him a smile since you don’t really feel malace from him, “Eleven-chan was the one who devised the car bomb. It seemed the best answer at the time, so she’s sorry you were hurt.” The man simply gave a smile while he moved around the new arm, “Its fine, Georges developed a way to restore limbs using the body parts of harvested Homunculus. The man is a genius when it comes to the human body, second only to Einzberns.” You tilt your head a little, “The Einzberns make Honumculus?”He nodded his head, “Yeah, Illyasviel is one of their creations. She was made for the purpose of the Holy Grail War. We’re pretty lucky Grandmaster Georges traded his secrets of limb transplant for their assistance. I wouldn't want to face an army of mages as powerful as that little girl.” He chuckled a little, “That’s a little dwery though, how about yourself?” You gave him a small smile, “Yeah, Eleven-chan is a Phantasmal Being. She doesn’t really know how she was created, but Eleven-chan knows she loves the taste of Jet Fuel.” The man simply smiled, “I guess that leaves me, I’m Hudson Toskavi. My interest is exploring for artefacts and the stars above.” >Any questions you want to ask him? >LeaveSadly I don;t really have an idea of what a pic this guy would look like.
>>3337124>LeaveLook for the Greek Servant if nothing urgent comes up.
You give the man an awkward smile, “Well uh, nice to meet you Hudson-san. Eleven-chan wanted to come by and say hi.”The man gave you a charming smile, “That’s fine. I’ll be here if you need any help.” With that you left the man and started making your way out of the wing. Gruesome sights were ahead of you as you watched the Homunculus attaching those carted limbs to the injured Homunculus. What was more terrifying was when one of the nurses shook her head though. You watched as their fellow nurses surrounded a patient like a swarm of angry bees. Within moment there was no more Homunculus save for the head and a little torso, the nurses dragging his body parts to their aloted patients like a bizarre lego set. You made haste leaving the hospital wing, now free from the horrors of their medicine. >Down into the Basement, maybe they have some spirits contained down there!>Explore the living quarters >Make your way to the balcony, you might have caught sight of the Greek Servant up there>Head back to Illya, its a little early but she likely wouldn’t care.
>>3337323>>Make your way to the balcony, you might have caught sight of the Greek Servant up there
You make your way up the Citadel’s staircases. The exquisite architecture not doing very much to endure you to the working of a Magus. Of course you’ve known their kind always try to get you, but ever since you’ve entered the Czech region they’ve taken the more stay away from the battlefield approach. As you make your way up you could hear the sounds of two people coming from the Balcony. The first was a gruff and roughed up, “So Archer, you got any tips I can use for training? I’ve found this body doesn’t get any stronger like my old one.” The second was a calm one of a teacher, “Hmm, I would suggest you start training some of the Homunculus. They seem to be little more than Golems, but that means they are but clay for you to mold.” You pierced the doorway to reveal the figures. The rough voice seemed to belong to a man dressed like a spartan, “Huh, well thats why I came to ask the great Chiron for advice. In times of peace one shouldn’t lax.”You watched the Spartan left the Archer, Chiron was his name. The muscle bound man looked over you for a moment before simply going past you. The Archer however stood there looking over the horizon.You stepped forward with a little more bravery than before, the fact you were talking to a Servant actually rested better on your mind than talking to a Magus, “Hello there Archer-san, I’m American Airlines Eleven-chan. It’s nice to meet you.” The Archer turned his face towards you with a raised brow, “Thats an interesting name for what events transpire from it.” You sheepishly scratch the back of your head, “Oh, you know about it. Yeah its just the name Eleven-chan always refers to herself as. She’s pretty sure it’s when she was created.” The distant man simply looked across the horizon, “That’s… interesting. Your the person who maimed my Master last night.” Once again you responded sheepishly, “S-so Hudson-san is your Master. Y-yeah Eleven-chan thought it was the best course of action.” The Servant nodded, “You were right to take it. I was holding Saber and Berserker off, but if it sent any longer I’m sure that Berserker would have tried to turn me like he did Saber.” You nodded with a smile as the Servant agreed with your choice, “So Berserker’s identity is a Vampire. Does that mean he’s Dracula?”The Servant nodded, “Yes, though if Vlad the Third didn't have that in his original legend.” Archer bite his lip, “To think in such a short time the man would appear as a Fantasy than his true self. It’s truly a terrifying creature humanity created.” >Anything you wanna ask him before I continue this conversation?
>>3337768What's your wish?What is a surprise party like?Where's a good place to eat around here?
>>3337768Huh, I thought the greek servant was Achilles.>Ask if there's any particular enemy master-servant pair we should be wary of.
>>3337848>>3337869I got engrossed in eating curry. Writing...
As you look over the horizon you start to think of things to ask, “Whats Archer-san’s wish for the Grail? Didn’t you become a constellation?”The Servant looked over to you with a calm unreadable face, “I simply want to regain Immortality. It is a simple and selfish desire, but it is mine.” “It’s not that selfish,” You start, “Eleven-chan’s just to split herself into pieces so the other idiots stops hammering her psyche every second. Grail-kun is there just to grant what we selfishly desire.” The Archer looked you over for a second, “You must have an interesting tale yourself.” You simply shrug as you jump onto and lay on the railing, “Eleven-chan has just been running away for her life. She’s only here to make sure that doesn’t happen anymore”The Archer simply states, “I guess it is natural.” The two of you bath in the late morning sun before you start back your conversation, “Is there any enemies Eleven-chan should watch out for?” The Servant thinks to himself for a moment, “I think the Master of Archer is a threat. I knew he was around, but I could never catch him with my eyes. After that I fear their Rider Servant Iskandar will attempt to claim Prague soon. He defeated his fellow Rider in single combat.” >Anything else?
>>3338140>How do you feel about the others?
>>3338140We can fly, can we? As a personified airliner, I think we can just drop bombs on wherever Archer's master is.>Who are the other faction?
>>3338194>>3338228Okay I lost internet for about an hour. Going home is a bitch.Writing...
You nod to him, it sounds like Iskandar has been attacking every night so far. If he doesn't stop soon, there might be casualties from his escapades. After a few more moments you decide to ask, “How do you feel about the other Masters?”The person just shakes his head, “It is not my place to judge others.” You sigh a little at the man, seems you will just need to meet the other Masters. Though after a moment last question, “Do you know anything else about the other faction?” He hums to himself for a moment, “I understand they are from the Magus Association. A group of Magi who assembled in case things like Dead Apostles or the Church start to hunt them down. They are a worrying enemy considering their history. If this family fails to win the war, they will likely be executed for not abiding by the association or hunted by the church as Heretics.” After that you noticed it was getting to just about Noon, time to have lunch with Illya. >Down into the Basement, maybe they have some spirits contained down there!>Explore the living quarters >Make your way to the balcony, you might have caught sight of the Greek Servant up there>Head back to Illya, its time for some lunch.
>>3338385>Head back to Illya, its time for some lunch.We might meet other people who are also coming for lunch. Unless every magus has learned how to skip meals.
>>3338458Still wondering, I might've forgotten but we can fly, right?
You give a curtious bow to the Archer class Servant, “Uh, thank you for the talk Archer-San.” The Servant simply gives you a nod, “It is no issue my lady. I hope you have a good day.” With that you made your way down the staircase and through the hallways. Within about 10 minutes your way to the front of Illya’s room. You knock on the door and waited for a moment before hearing Illya’s call to come in. You entered a room that was covered in red fabric from head to toe. The room seemed to have been modified from the rest of the castle. Illya was sitting at the window looking out. Her voice seemed tired as she spoke, “Does it ever stop snowing?” Rasputin answered in a hearty laugh, “Oh, it never stops my dear little girl. It only gets harsher and harsher. Though if you ever want it to stop all you need to do is pick up and leave.” “Is it that easy?” The Russian gave the most hearty laugh you’ve ever heard, “It is little one. I left my village and within three years I sat next to the Kaiser caring for their son. You can almost always leave, just be sure you have nothing following you. I had that happen to me too.” The little girl just looked down into her lap as you approach. You didn't really know what to say but the little girl turned to face you, “Oh, Eleven-Chan! Your back!” You shake your head a for a moment to get a grip on yourself, “Hello Illya-tan! I’m here for lunch.” The girl’s face lightens up, “Oh, then I’ll have Stella bring some sandwiches!” Rasputin chimed in, “Bring in some Vodka!” The maid bowed with a smile, “Understood, I will bring Sandwiches and Vodka.” With that the lady left the room leaving you all alone. Standing in the corner was another maid and the other Berserker. Illya took a sip of the tea she had and patted her hand on a nearby chair, “Care to join us Eleven-Chan?”You nod your head, “Sure Illya-tan!” >Anything you want to talk to her aboutSorry I suddenly stopped updating. I ended up watching Event Horizon which was, lackluster honestly. I mean, the military team gets split up and about all the time and none could figure out shit happens when they are alone. I guess that's horror for you...
>>3338715You can definatly fly. Just none of you have done it yet. Hell, you guys can lift however much American Airline Eleven could have.
>>3338723>What were you talking about earlier?>>3338727>maximum takeoff weight (MTOW) of up to 395,000 lb (179,000 kg).
>>3338772Imagine having the allied masters hitch a ride on you, or imitating that one Gulf War operation where everyone bombs one particular building.>>3338772this
>>3338727>>3338772Actually, give me a roll.
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>3338883
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>3338883
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>3338891>>3338918NOw I will be writing..
You take a seat on the red velvet chair that looked towards the outside snow. You had to admit it was beautiful watching the snow starting to fall. While there was the wonder of how Archer was going to deal with this you instead faced Illya. You gave her an small smile, “What were you two talking about?”Illya giggled a little bit as she looked towards the outside, “I’m just talking about my home. We Einzberns live on some mountains in Germany. For protection one of our ancestors created a perpetual snow storm that covered the valley we occupy. I was just wondering why the Snow seems to follow me everywhere.” You give the girl a wide smile, “If we win this war, Eleven-Chan can take Illya-tan to the USA. Over there it only snows one time of year or never at all.” Her eyes glowed upon hearing that, “Really! I would love that!” “Nn! Illya-tan is becoming a good friend now. Eleven-Chan and Illya-tan need to look out for each other in this dangerous world.” You noticed Saver growing a knowing smirk as you say these things. Though after a moment you noticed Illya become less excited, though that little hint of hope was in her eyes.You lounged back a little bit as the Sandwiches and Vodka come into the room, Illya grabbing onto the treat while you grabbed Saver’s bottle of Spirits. You noticed the man give you a glare, “Hey, that is my bottle!”You just stick your tongue out at the man, “And Saver-San is using Eleven-Chan's fuel.” You reach over to grab a pair of cups that were sitting on the tray, “We split it then!” The Servant didn’t much room to complain, Illya’s other maid helped the head and torso with drinking his serving. Illya just gave a chuckle at your banters between eachother, the sense of happiness coming back in full. >Anything else you wanna talk aboutThats it for me tonight!
>>3338957>Have you ever wanted to fly?
>>3338957>What powers does Illya-tan have?
You and the Russian start to consume your drinks as Illya nibbles on her pre-cut sandwiches. Honestly if you were not a Phantasmal Being based on an Airplane you would likely have enjoyed sharing them between the girl. As the three of you enjoyed your meals you decided to ask a question, “Hey Illya-tan, what are your abilities as a magus?” The little girl simply placed her hand on her chin before smiling, plucking a hair from her scalp. Before you could flinch at the act, the hair weaved itself into the form of a dove, “This is my main combative magic. It’s a bird like Eleven-chan, but it’s mindless and fires off beams of alchemical plasma.” You study the bird as it slowly falls onto your hand. As a creature created from hair, it’s incredibly soft to the touch. Hard to believe such a cute thing could fire off rays of plasma. As you are studying it you decide to ask, “Is there anything else Illya-tan could do? It doesn’t need to be combative.”The little girl was a little surprise but gives a simple nod, “I’m able to create alchemical reactions. The Einzberns were the first to transfigure lead into gold, so we keep that heritage by training new family in doing so. It took me years, but I was able to. Though I’m not proficient in creating Homunculus, which the Einzberns are best at.” As you finish the bottle you get a little happy though, “So Illya-tans never flown through the skies? Have you ever wanted to fly like a witch on a broom.”The girl now looked very confused at you, “N-no. I, uh, wanted to do that when I was younger but I’m more grown up now.” She started to put her finger tips together in embarrassment. You give the little girl the largest smile you could muster as you grab onto her hand, “Then lets go flying.” Illya could only respond in a, “What!” But you had already dragged her out of the room. >Roll for experience and joy!
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>3341043
>>3341087WHY ARE MY ROLLS SO SHIT
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>3341043Writing...
As you dragged the girl outside her attitude didn’t really change, “Uh, I’m not sure about this Eleven-chan! I mean, how are we going to fly!” You simply give her a smile as you wrap your hands around the girl, “Don’t worry Illya-tan, Eleven-chan knows how to fly.” With that you engaged your body. The fins to a plane grew out of your coat and extended to about twice your height. From your puffy pants came the rear fins of a plane. With a little will to it, you began to engage the turbines on your wing. Of course that wasn’t until you started to hear a little rattling. Illya became almost panicked as out of the Citadel came Berserker charging at you in a rage. It seemed Illya’s panic made it to the Servant, but you’re already devoted to this, and you can outrun a Servant when it comes to flying easily. You began to run for a moment, your turbines granting you speed that outran the Servant. Illya was stunned as you began to lift, the Servant coming to the realization that he would not be able to catch up even if he matched you in land speed. And so you lifted off, Illya freaking out as her feet no longer touched the ground. She was freaking out more and more little more until you released some odd form of securement. Your arms tightened to an unyielding thousand pound grip while a pair of loose buckles came around and tightened around the girl’s legs. With that it was smooth flying. You slowly gained more altitude as you were now above a majority of mountains. Weird phantasmal magic began to take place as Illya was protected from the dangers of high altitude besides the a slight wind. You look down and gave Illya a smile, “Are you doing alright?” The girl looked at you in a mild panic, “I-I don’t know! S-so high!” You simply give her as reassuring voice, “Don’t worry, this is only your first time. Here, we are about to get a nice view.” After a few moments the two of you went through the foggy cloud. In meer moment the two of you were bathed in sunshine, the clouds below you like a bed sheet, “So how’s the view Illya-chan?”Her ruby red eyes were as wide as they could be, “A-amazing.” You simply giggle at the response as the two of you hanged there for a few minutes. The world seemed very calm while you were up here, but you also knew the skies sometimes became more dangerous than any bastard on the ground. With that you flew Illya back to the ground, the Berserker coming up to stand in front of you intimidated. You knew you kind of ran away from him, but it seemed he content with a healthy master. Illy herself looked winded from the flight. Her hair was more or less a mess and her clothing was ruffled. All in all though she looked to have a moderate time, even if the launch was a little frightening.>Take Illya back to her room and stay there for a while>Explore the Castle a little more. >Find a place to sleep (Do you even need this IDK)
>>3341380>Take Illya back to her room and stay there for a while>Try to talk to Berserker maybe
With another heave you picked up Illya in a princess carry. The girl seemed to have been winded by the experience and was for the most part unresponsive. For the Berserker, he didn’t seem to want to carry the girl for some reason, but he sure wanted to keep an eye on you while you were doing it. With that you made your way through the Citadel and hallways. You navigate your way to Illya’s room, the maids looking a little concern but since you still had your head with Berserker behind you, the simply guided you to Illyas bed. The little little plop and you were able to place the little girl on the bed. She seemed to have for the most part fallen asleep, but you were sure the girl was going to wake up in due time. As the maids started to work about and Rasputin was working on repairing his legs you decided to walk up to the Berserker. You gave him a cheery smile, “Hello there Berserker, are you doing well today?” The mass of metal and smog didn’t seem interested in talking. Though you gained a little feeling it was checking you out, it stopped as Illya twitched in the bed. You simply give a sigh, “Are you able to talk? Is there a way to communicate with you?” The black knight did not do anything as you talked now. It seemed pretty adamant about just staying there as a guard by Illya’s bedside. If you had to describe it, the Servant seemed to be truly mindless in all forms of it. You had to admit though that you’ve yet to watch him fight. You sigh a little and sit down at Illya’s bedside, the girl looking at peace as she slept. You started to notice the girl stir a little bit. It wasn’t a pleasant one as at the corner of your eye you noticed Berserker start to twitch. >Stay around the girl and comfort her if anything goes wrong. >Yeah, maybe being in a room with Berserker who might go Berserk any moment might be a bad idea
>>3341562>Yeah, maybe being in a room with Berserker who might go Berserk any moment might be a bad idea>Apologize as you leaveMaybe it's time to visit the other Greek Servant on the balcony.
>>3341562>Stay around the girl and comfort her if anything goes wrong.
>>3341586>>3341588And you know what I vote, staying. Writing.
You look a little hesitant at the Servant, but pay him no heed as you continue lounging on the bed. The Maids didn’t seem to care much as they were coming in and out of the room. Though after a few minutes things seemed to change for the worse. It started as Illya started to breath heavily, which honestly would not have been much of a bad thing. The Things was you noticed that after every breath the Servant in the room would twitch. It was only noticeable in your heighten perception. Though that went from odd to worse when Illya started moving around a tone. The Berserker Servant started to get twitchy like he was searching for a weapon that was not there. Illya’s moving started to accompany with mumbles, “stop… please don’t go…” Rasputin started to notice, shifting himself over to see you, “Hey Master, check and see if the little girl is doing fine. I’m starting to have a bad feeling about this.” Of course to your horror, before you could do anything the girl started to get into a fit of scream, “NO! PLEASE IT HURTS!” It only took you a second to realize that the Berserker was suddenly unhinged and was reaching for a chair. >Try and wake Illya up. >Try to comfort her. >Well, RASPUTIN SUMMON YOUR MEN!>Write in (You can also mix things together.)
>>3341671>Well, SAVER SUMMON YOUR MEN!>Try and wake Illya up. Get them to hold him back while we wake her up
Sorry guys, I just realized the time. I will resume tomorrow. Hopefully I don't fall asleep like I did today.
>>3341748Backing this too
>>3341748B-b-backing as well!
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>3343314DICE me baby!!!
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>3343314
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>3343314
>>3343325>>3343343>>3343368Huh, we got a new one. Awesome!
WHY ARE OUR ROLLS SO SHIT
You watched in horror as the Berserker gripped what should have been everyday furniture like a weapon. It was downright frightening when said chair started to turn black and red outlines appeared on it. With your eyes widen in fright you yelled at the top of your lungs, “Saver-san summon your men!” “Summoning!” Suddenly out of the woodwork came a squadron of five men that all tackled the Berserker. To your relief the Berserker was pinned under the small mound of Russian flesh, but when you heard a cry as he started to kill them instead meant you needed to figure something. The screams and mumbling of Illya made you realize the cause and effect. If Illya is having something like a night terror, she doesn’t have any will to control the mentally inept Berserker. Best thing you can do, wake the girl up and hope she can control him before the Servant killed you. You wrapped your hands around Illya’s shoulders, shaking them in a violent motion. You could hear things like, “I DON’T WANNA GO BACK” and “PLEASE STOP.” To put it simply, you didn’t seem to be able to wake her up. You watched as the Servant clawed through two more Soldiers, leaving only the strongest pair to keep him down. The issue was if Saver summoned any more Soldiers, you will need a fuel-up by tomorrow. You can select multiple>Continue violently waking her up. >Try and comfort the sleeping girl>Summon more Soldiers>Maybe cry at Saver to throw himself at the Berserker, he has arms now anyways. >Other
>>3343450>OtherKiss her on the forehead and hug her tightly, slightly rev up our engines and generate soothing warmth.Also, it's clear she's under a dream attack. Ask if Saver has any proficiency in exorcism.
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>3343537>roll highYou know I can't do that, chief.
>>3343557Desire Sensor is real folks
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>3343537
Without even a second thought you grabbed the girl with an iron grip, bringing her in for a hug. You gave a kiss on her forehead like a mother would to her child. You allowed your core to heat, the calming noise and heat were an attempt to calm the child in your arms. As you did so you were about to face Saver for a request but the Berserker Servant was now fully restrained. He was no longer thrashing at anything and was bound in some metal of unknown origin. Though you noticed that the Servant seemed to be calming a good bit. You could hear Saver flinging his arms in the air as he laughed. You decided to ignore him now, turning to check on the child in your arms. You could feel her wrap her arms around you like a stuffed animal. It was gentle, her thin arms not having enough power to bring you down onto the bed to complete the picture in your mind. As you looked on her you noticed the tears that stained her face and the mumbling of, “Mother…” Still you turned to Saver, “Hey Saver, you know healing magic don’t you. Would you know about exorcism or something?” The Servant stopped his laugh to look at you straight, “Exorcism? Nah, I mostly dealt with the flesh more often than not. Better to heal flesh that people could see than ghosts that may or maynot be there.” You simply sighed as you looked over the girl wondering what to do. >Just lay in bed with her. If she had any form of night terror you seemed to be supporting her. >Leave her in the bed but menuever away to let her sleep. You don’t need to be there all the time. >Wake her, it’s already about 3:30 so ya might as well get going.
>>3343660>Just lay in bed with her. If she had any form of night terror you seemed to be supporting her.>Get Saver to look for someone who's good with spiritsThe mental link should help us keep tabs on each other
>>3343715The guy kind of doesn't have legs yet. I will write either way unless you wanna change it because of the revelation.
>>3343754he has arms, can't he crawl?or maybe get one of the red army guys to carry him, considering that berserker seems to be mostly calmed
>>3343754Have any surviving troops carry him. Or maybe just summon someone with a wheelchair for a loan (while he sits down near us for protection)
>>3343764I guess that makes sense. I need rolls then!Still the image is hilarious.
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>3343768Lol, it could be worse, he could be doing a handstand walk
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>3343768
Rolled 88 (1d100)>>3343768
>>3343777Bless you, anon
With Illya grasping you, you turned to face your Servant’s summons, “Red Army Soldier-kun, could you get Eleven-chan a mage knowledgeable in Spirits? Eleven-chan wants to make sure Illya-tan is safe.” The Soldier gave a nod, “Understood Ma’am!” And he jogged out the door without much issue. With that done, you lowered yourself along with Illya to the bed. A soft flump could be heard as the two of you impacted the bed, but Illya seemed to be too comfortable to stir. You simply sighed and placed the little girl in your ample bosom as your internal engines were purring like a cat. Saver spared the two of you an amused looked as he continued drinking the Alcohol in his hand. As for the Maids who not to long after came in, the two grew a smile as they watched Illya’s face before resuming their work. Berserker, well he seemed to be taking time out in a bar of metal pretty well.
It was only after half an hour that the Soldier came in, but what was trailing him was not a Magus of any sort. Instead he lead Archer into the room who had an unchanging face even as he faced the two of you. The soldier announced, “I have brought Archer here ma’am. I told him of your issue and decided to bring him here.” You give the Soldier a nod, “Thank you Red Army-kun,” to which the soldier slightly blushed. After that you faced the Servant, “If Archer-san can, could Archer-san check on Illya-tan?” The Servant gave a nod, “I can, though I would ask if you move her away from you. I cannot work if you are right next to the girl.” You took a moment before sighing, “If that is what the Doctor-san orders…” You slowly made your way out of the little girls grip. It was obvious she disliked that, grabbing at the open air where your warmth and calmness was. Luckily though, Berserker didn’t seem to move at all. The Servant kneeled next to the girl and moved her onto her back. You watched in minor curiosity as he placed his hand on the girls minimal chest to cast what seemed to be a green light. It only took the Servant a few moments before he sighed, moving his hand towards the girl’s head. Illya twitched for a moment but that was all she stirred as the Servant slowly withdrew his hand. He looked upon the girl in pitty, “Physically the girl is in serious trouble. It seems she is an incomplete Holy Grail meant for a later war, but she’s already reacting with the current grail and is acting as a receiver for its souls. Her body was built for this though, so if she took up the task as a minor Grail she will not die.” His eyes did not betray much emotion as he continued, as if this was something he cared little for, “The main for her body is that she is further incomplete. The Master of Berserker has a multitude of unfinished magical circuits and even command seals built into her being. 70% of her body has been converted into Circuits, in this state she will die in about two to three years.”As those words rained out, you noticed Saver raise a brow. Though what seemed more odd was Berserker twitching, in sadness?He turned his face up to the girl’s face, “For her mind, I can say she has been dramatised. I cannot sense the true ailment, but I can sense a strong desire for revenge. This is combined with what were likely a series of tourterors surgeries to install the Circuits and the Grail attempting to connect with her has made her mental state vastly unstable. If what the Soldier told me, I would not be surprised if the girl experiences night terrors every night from here onwards.” >Any more questions for the Archer
>>3343925Ask if there's any way to help her ailment, or at least soothe her soul for the time being.
You nod your head for a moment trying to piece everything together. Basically, Illya was suffering from PTSD, the Grail trying to use her body, and the fact her body was about to expire. You gave a chilling sigh, so much was thrusted at a little girl. If only you were a mage of some kind maybe you could have helped her, but you could only guess the Grail could fix her without any more pain. You did however had to ask in concern, “Is there any way to help Illya-tan? Anything shorterm that could soothe her soul or lesson her terrors?” The Servant looked the girl over for a few moments with that poker face, “It might be best if Servants don’t die near her. After that I have no idea how to cure her of this without extensive surgeries that could take months, far too long as we are at War.” He said in a matter of fact tone. You nod in caution. It seems there’s not much you could do to help the little girl sans using the Grail. That was only an option. Though you remembered something, this girl said she did not need the Grail, simply that she could complete her wish while fighting in this war. What was that wish?You looked on the girl, the covers pulled up on her. She seemed to be sleeping nicely right now and Berserker was the epitome of a statue now. Looking at the time, it seemed it was getting close to about 5 o’clock, time for the meeting. >Wake up Illya for the Meeting>Let her sleep and act on her behalf>Let her sleep, but use one of the maids as her benefactor
>>3344057>Let her sleep and act on her behalf
You patted Illya on the head as you raised from the bed with a small smile. Turning you faced Saver and the Berserker, “Saver-san, we will be going to the Great Hall where we were suppose to meet the others. Illya-tan needs her precious sleep, so we will simply act on her behalf.” The Russian gave you a nod, “I understand my caring Master.” He said in a jovial voice, “Do you mind if I send Mr. Vladimir here in my place. I’ve yet to grow my legs.” You simply nod, “That is fine Saver-san. You need to work on recovery most of all.” With a last minute look over Illya you left the room. You made your way down the halls with grace. Looking from side to side, you notice the Homunculus working diligently and arming themselves with bows and halberds. There were a great many more Golems about as well. To put it simply, they were readying for war to come. As you breached the Great Hall, you noticed 5 people on the floor and most having a Servant to their backs. The first was a man who was the epitome of muscle head with pecs bulging bigger than any strong men you’ve ever seen, behind him was the other greek Servant. You just realized it, but Archer head already beaten you there and was once again behind Hudson. The man looked over and gave you a wave as you went down the stairs. You then saw a man who radiated coolness, his charming smile would have instantly smitten you if you were not two men stuck in the body of a girl. In front of him was a little girl, her skin purple with a skull covering her face. It was the Servant you saw fighting with Chiron in Prague yesterday. The next was a man whose body was nothing more than bone with a slab of skin on it. He seemed to erradiate an aura of creepiness, but that seemed to be more supernatural than even his monstrous looks. In Front of him was what you could only describe as a gallant knight standing at rest. The other was simply a man drinking on a bottle of scotch. He did not have any Servant behind him, which seemed weird. A little scary of course, you place yourself in the location next to the drunkard. The man shined you a smile as he downed another bottle.
As you took your position you noticed Georges sitting at the top of a throne high in the air, his Blue Servant standing by him attentively. When you noticed him there was a look of concern on his face, “Miss Eleven-chan, is Illyasviel not coming.” You give the man a nod, “Yes, Illya-tan is not coming today because she is slightly unwell. I will simply be acting as Illya-tan’s proxy for this meeting.” The man gave a nod, “Very well, I will allow that.” He said in a haughty tone, “This session will now come into order, our plans for tonight's battles are to be finalized.” He turned to face his Servant, the Blond woman taking a few steps forward, “As of our battles yesterday we have undermined the enemy’s forces. They have lost a Master last night as well as losing Prague and the Northern front. Only the Southern front is theirs, so they would not dare risk a frontal assault without more territory.” She looked at her Master, who simply gave her a nod to continue, “We however do not know where they are located. Because of this we cannot launch an assault on their base, so we will be sending Assassin to search the region. Is that alright by you Chet?” The man stepped forward, “I believe my Servant has learned from the battle last night. I believe she can search for the enemy base.” The Servant nodded behind him slowly. The Servant who seemed like a king nodded her head in acknowledgement, “After that we will be in need of reinforcing our holdings. Because of that, we have agreed to send Saver to the Northern front with his ability to summon infantry and Rider in Prague to act as a reaction force.” >That is fine by me. >Oi! I have a problem with that!
>>3344239Okay, sorry guys but I think this is where I end for today. I will admit tomorrow I will likely only post once or twice, but I need to sleep now for work tomorrow. I seemed to have the Illya scenes take too long...Ah well, I'll try to put something up about 5 or 6 to wrap up this conversation!
>>3344239>That is fine by me. Request Jet Fuel ASAP in order to perform this duty.
>>3344290BackingRemember when the US night-bombed one particular building into rubble in the Gulf War?
>>3344239Sorry I was not there for the votes. I was sleeping, different time zones I guess.Also>That is fine by me.
>>3344239>>3344290Seems like the weather forecast forgot to mention the incoming hailstorm ehehehehe!
>>3344671Whoops, wasn't meant to double post, got tricked by an error message.
>>3344290support>>3344679posting has been fucky for months now, i dont know why hiro hasnt fixed it yet
The corpse like man in front of Rider stepped forward, “I am fine with my location.” Their faces turned to you in expectation. You yourself stepped forward, “Eleven-chan is fine with these arrangements, but she will need to make a pit stop for fuel before she takes her place.” With that the two leader figures looked at eachother, the man opening with his voice, “We have some purchased at Prague-Kbely for you to consume. Simply drop by the fuel pumps and drink, we will be able to figure out the rest.” You give a nod, “Thank you Georges-dono!” With that the Blue King continued, “Berserker, Lancer, Myself, and Archer will all be assaulting the enemies remaining base in the south. Does everyone understand that?” You are acting on Illya’s behalf, is this fine if you were her.>Yes>No, there is a problem (What?)
You ever had a time where you had to leave work because there was none left to do. I just did, and was told there wouldn't be anything else for the next few days. So here I am on 4chan like a degenerate.
>>3345263>No, there is a problem> Her condition may or may not worsen therefore impeding the assaultI'm pretty sure some Servants are going to die near her which will hurt her condition if Chiron is correct.
>>3345263Backing>>3345325Suggest to take her place in the assault maybe...?
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>3345454
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>3345454
Rolled 71 (1d100)>>3345541>>3345466I don't need to roll, but maaayyybeee there's a slim chance this can go higher.
Before anyone could talk you step forward, “Eleven-chan’s apologies Mr. Georges and King-donos, but on behalf of Illya-tan there is an issue.” You take a moment to swallow, “From Archer’s check-up, we have found out that Illya-tan is a Minor Grail, which means if she’s around dying Servants she will absorb them. We fear if this happens too much, she will be disabled and Berserker will run free.” Georges narrows his eyes on you while the Blue King simply looks upon you with… an approving look? She looked back to her master and exchanged some words before turning back to face you with a slightly solemn face, “While this does pose both a threat and future issue, we need Miss,” The Servant paused for a moment, “Einzbern to fight in the southern siege. Do you have any way to relieve her of that position?” You give a solemn nod, “Yes, Eleven-chan will take her place in the fight. With Saver-san’s summons, we will win any infantry battle and after support Servants through sniping of exposed Masters.” The Servant gave you a smile, “That is a good enough reason, if any others have a reason not to attend the assault please speak up.” After a few moments she resumed, “This meeting is adjourned, we will be moving out at seven when the sun goes below the horizon.” With that everyone started to move out. >Return to Illya>Talk to a Master (Who?)
>>3346586>Return to IllyaWe need to give her a hug of good fortune before we set off, maybe some words of promise. When an airplane breaks, personnel stop what they're doing to give it the TLC it needs so it can fly again.
>>3346621>>3346639Oh yeah, writing...
You made your way back to Illya’s room. It seemed the others didn’t really care much for your existence with war on the horizon. If you thought about it, this might be the largest battle in the war yet. As you walked into Illya’s room you noticed the girl sitting up on the bed with Saver turned to face her. She seemed a little surprised at your arrival but beamed you a smile in the next moment. Saver just gave a knowing smile as what were now stomps slowly grew into legs. Before Illya could say anything you flashed the girl a smile, “Doing alright Illya-tan!” The girl gave you a nod, “Yup, I was just talking to Saver. I…” The girl flushed in embarrassment and shame and thought the bed covers were more interesting, “T-thank you for helping me Eleven-chan…” You simply gave the girl a smile, “Don’t worry Illya-chan. I just got orders from Georges-san and Blue King-dono. You will be holding the northern front while I help in the southern assault.” You notice the girl slightly lamented, “So Eleven-chan won’t be with me?” You give a slight frown, “Yeah… But Eleven-chan was worried about Illya-tan. They wanted Illya-tan on the frontlines, which is bad for your health.” The girl further shrinked in shame with the illusion of clouds building over her head, “Oh, you found out…” The girl seemed hesitant, “H-how much do you know?”You simply shrug, “Eleven-chan know about the surgeries, Illya-tan’s status as a Grail, and her…” You pause for a little moment, “Her life expectancy.” A single tear strode down her cheek as you mentioned all you know, “Yeah, they did a lot to me. Grandfather wasn’t the nicest man, he wanted a winner.” Another fell, “Yet he sold me for some Magus’ limb treatment.” By then she lifted her face which seemed to be twisting in tears, “He told me the Grail was useless. That he’d be better off just selling Homunculus for secret and attain the root through research since they don’t even know where the Grail is anymore.” By then you gave the girl a hug, you gave her a little warmth through your motor. The girl seemed to be calming now, but she shivered for a moment. “Stay with me Eleven… I don’t want to be alone again.” >Bring Illya to the Siege. >Reinforce the North. >Explain that you can’t just ignore their orders, that you made her safe. >Other
Well, I'll leave this here over night and hopefully theres some choices. I will warn ya, be careful about this one. I'll be back around 5 or 6 est tomorrow. See you all then and hopefully we can continue trucking.
>>3346908>I will warn ya, be careful about this one.
>>3346745>OtherPropose the idea of going together, but warn her that the assault is very dangerous and you're not forcing her to come along. If she doesn't want to come, then Saver helps bolstering her faith and gives a few Russian bibles before setting off.This ain't a smart idea but someone has to take the first napkin.
>>3346745>Explain that you can’t just ignore their orders, that you made her safe. Add something like> "Though we may be separated, I promise that as long as I'm your friend I shall always come back. Because while Jet Fuel can't melt steel beams, Friendship can."This sounds anime enough.
>>3348155This is nakama as fuck
>>3348155>>3348469I'm going to take that as an agreement. >Roll
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>3348482
I suggest you get more rolls. I'll start writing in 15 I think.
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>3348596I'm bad with RNG, I don't think I can roll any higher than 80.
You bring the little girl into your embrace, her tears staining the t-shirt you were wearing, “Eleven-chan is worried about you Illya-tan. If you fight in the seige you will be hurt.” You bring her out of the hug, “We are inseparable Illya-tan. Eleven-chan will come back.”You noticed her tears have stopped, her shaking all but lamented over the statement. You were confident that little speech would have worked. It was from your heart. Though as you looked upon her, she looked back at you with dead eyes. It was only thanks to your advance perception that you say the weapon. It was like the bird earlier, shining a brilliant white and looked so soft. The issue was that it took the shape of a small dagger and was already in motion in Illya’s hand towards your chest. >Roll to dodge.
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>3348633
On reaction you tried to dodge the little girls attack. Though you were only a moment ago in the embrace, her attack struck true. The blade dived into your chest and struck the left side of your core. For the most part, its a grave wound that could be your death if Saver can’t get to you in time. Before the Servant has a chance to react to anything that was happening Berserker broke out of his binding and charged at him. With the knowledge that Saver wouldn’t die to normal attacks, the Mad Dog simply ran him through the window. Illya back away from you as Jet Fuel came out of your body and stained the bed. She did not have the look of joy on her face but of a dead fish. You tried to talk but a good bit of Fuel came through your throat. The little girl was monotone when she spoke, “You are a liar just like the rest of them. Once they leave, they never come back. Mother and Father were the first to leave. I know that Grandfather will never let me back unless I got him the Grail. I thought you would be different, someone whos not a magus. I was wrong.” You notice a tear ran down her cheek, “First I will kill you, then I will kill Kiritsugu. Then I will kill Grandfather. Then I will die, satisfied.”>Response (What)>Other (Action such as fighting will work)
>>3348764>Manipulate this little girl emotionally
>>3348816Well, give me a roll to stop a girl from murdering you.
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>3348838
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>3348838AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa
Rolled 18 (1d100)>>3348838
You open your mouth with a squart of Jet Fuel, “C-come on Illya-tan… I c” You erupt another round of Fuel, “I can help you…” The girl looked at you stunned for a few moments. It seemed her strong will in killing you was faltering for a moment. The sounds of fighting coming from the outside as the your two Servants fight. You could already feel the large amount of Mana drained from you as Rasputin fight, the Servant not realizing you are now running empty. She stood there as shouting came from the outside, in coming the girl’s maids. Your last moments were watching as one of them drew a halberd and in a quick motion sliced your head off. You have died.
Well, at this point we can go two paths that I am willing to do. We can either go back to where this death row started happening or we can restart this with a different character in a new thread. I don't mind either, but I'll throw in an epilogue for what happened to Illya if you chose new character. >New Character>Back to Save point
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>3348949Let Fate Decide
>>3348949I'll wait on other anons' inputs. We have a pretty potent character in the form of our Saver, and our nature as literally 9/11 is a useful clutch in combat.On the other hand, we could do better and this time be more insured against fuckups by playing as a powerful Worm/JoJo character.The only thing bad about this is that we didn't die the same way: crashing and burning in a building, to the horror of many bystanders.>>3348967Welp. Third anon okay with this?
>>3348975I thought that Eleven-Chan explodes on death for some reason
>>3349047Perhaps she just doesn't have an ignition source, or the ignition will happen some time after the decapitation. I dunno.
>>3349047>>3349082You died, how do you know you didn't explode after?
>>3349086Dunno, airplanes usually explode when sufficiently damaged.
>>3349109No, but you had fuel squirting everywhere.
>>3349115Also Airlines Eleven blew up when it hit the towers.
She tightened her only hand as she watched Berserker fight the Golden Man. It has been two days since she abandoned the Toskavi Citadel in search of Kiritsugu’s home base. Going through the abandoned Northern Front, she became a wanderer in search of their base. The days were troubling but Berserker pulled through for her. He was the greatest friend she could have. Mad as he can be, the Servant has become more of less an extension of her. The less can be said about her right arm that she was missing. Killing the Phantasmal Being triggered an explosion that they were not expecting, which maimed her arm and killed her fellow homunculus. Luckily Saver disappeared quickly after her death, so Berserker didn’t suffer permanent damage. Berserker grabbed onto the incoming weapons and used them as he deflected the others. It was a speticale to behold for sure. He was charging at the Axe Wielding man who stood on top of a city wall high in the sky. The man’s tone was that of a noble man angered at fools, “So Mad Dog, you dare approached Uruk and use my own weapons against me. I am no fool though, you are a threat to my existence like a rabid dog to the peasants. If you are not put down, you will bite me.” He raised his hand into the air, a red spear coming into hand as Berserker was two thirds the way there, “I know I cannot kill you with this spear, but I simply need to cut the head so the body falls limp.” The Spear gained a slight golden shine to it as it left his hand, “Gae Bolg!” Berserker suddenly felt the attack, using one of his weapons to bat it off course. But to no one’s surprise the weapon simply resumed where it was battered away. Illya watched in horror, tripping on the grass in a failed attempt to backstep. A moment later and her heart was pierced in a flash of red light. She could feel the curse corse through her veins as her life flashed before her mind’s eye. Her five years with Illyasviel and the Trator. The time the man took her hunting for chestnuts in the forest. Forward to when Grandfather told her Kiritsugu betrayed the family and that she must prepare for the next Grail war. The pain of all those surgeries came to her mind. They were much worse than truly dying, funny enough. How the daily occurrence of the man tearing open her body in order to install new Circuits to make the perfect Master. In the end though he sold her for a secret, one he claimed could once again place the Einzberns on track to the Root. Last came of Eleven-chan. She was kind to Illya for the day she met her, just like her Mother. Just like father though, she lied to her. So Illya killed her. It was at that moment Berserker was above her, misery in their link. Then a great many weapons pierced his back. Her last friend was dead. She could hear a slight chuckle, “Be happy Mongrols, you have faced the Great Gilgamesh well and forced him to use a treasure properly. Be sure to give Ereshkigal my spite when you see her.
Well have a new character then. I'll make a new thread and this time we will go straight into it I think.
You guys wanna do it now or tomorrow. I'm good for both.
>>3349239Well, Page 7 isn't too bad, it's still good for at least one or two days. It's not like there will be an influx of extra threads. Although taking a break would be good too.Game plan would be to play Alexandria or someone similarly-tough from Worm so we never have to worry about stuff like this again.
>>3349259I just wanna make a new one because it can bring in new people who might be interested. I would make the thread about right now. For Worm characters, IDK who or what they are. I can do some research on them, but I honestly don't understand where to start when it comes to Worm as I've tried about 3 times already. Still since you guys seem to know it you can likely point me in the right direction.
>>3349272If making a thread is more comfortable for you, then so be it.90% of my Worm knowledge comes from fanfiction, the remaining 10% comes from reading up until the point the protagonist defeats her first fight very early in the story.
>>3349259Or we go for something in the vein as Eleven-Chan, some examples:>Little Boy- The Bomb that destroyed Hiroshima and changed warfare forever.>Apollo Thirteen-Sama- The Moon Landing as a husband.>Fukushima-chan- Japan gets devastated by Nuclear Power Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.Other suggestions are welcome
>>3349349Well I am a gigantic sucker for personifications. I'm also good with that. I just hope maintenance would be slightly easier.
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Last post lolHAH Got'em
>>3359469not so fast