Blame Watashiwa. And the post icon represent's Shirou's skull.
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Through all the myriad worlds of the Kaleidoscope, much remains consistent between the incarnations of Shirou Emiya. The fire that burned his life away leaves behind an empty vessel that seeks to fill itself with a beautiful dream. That impossible dream draws him into the Fifth Fuyuki Grail War, and should that dream and the world survive the war intact, Shirou Emiya is doomed to have his wish granted.
The variances in his Kaleidoscopic lives start with a single inflection point. However, his nature is such that even small differences can have an outsize impact on his life leading up to, and past, the Fifth Holy Grail War.
This is not one of those worlds. This world has been changed in ways great and small. Superficial similarities remain, and the persons living these events bear familiar names and faces. The paths their lives, and the path that Shirou Emiya’s life, have taken to reach this point cannot simply be called “different”.
No, this iteration is far more warped than that.
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The First Night- Saturday, 4/16
The shed crackled with light as lance and sword clashed, silver and crimson against the night sky.
The scene before me was baffling — a hooded man in crimson and a beautiful blonde woman in armor, locking blade against polearm and trading glares at one another.
"Saber, I presume?" The woman says, eying the red-clad man before her as she braces her spear against his sword. "You, boy, behind me. I am Lancer. I've a question for you, but it shall hold until I have dispatched this villain."
She pushes and there's a screech of metal. The man breaks off, leaping backwards and landing on my porch roof.
"Dammit. I told her I should have eliminated you sooner..." He spits, pointing his blade down. "But indeed, my lady! El Cid, at your service."
"You sought his life before he summoned me?" The woman says, stance shifting and guard rising, lance aimed to welcome any attack. "A craven tactic, unbefitting a knight."
"Do you know what that boy has done? He stole something precious to my Master." The red man — El Cid? — shakes his head. "She and I both wish for his head for his treachery."
Wait-
I stole something? What did I...?
"But enough talk. You can burn with him, Lancer." The man seems to have made up his mind.
"Tch." The blonde woman's stance changes again, not to guard, but to-
The night air turns hot and dry, and the crimson sword in the man's hand blazes alight.
"Shirou Emiya! By the fire of my Tizona, I judge you... Unworthy! Be seared from this earth!" The man calling himself El Cid yells, leaping into the sky.
And then the world turns to flames.
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My vision returns as the heat dissipates. My shed — my workshop — is gone, and I'm propped up against the walls of the estate. The wall is only slightly warm, but seems undamaged. I’m lucky the fire didn’t spread.
The crimson man is nowhere to be seen, but the blonde woman — whose plate armor does little to hide her ample... tracts of land — is standing in the yard and brandishing her spear at the sky.
"Craven! Blackguard!" Her voice is livid, and her head is futilely tracking back and forth.
"Um... Ma'am?" I ask, shaking my head and trying to sit up, "What just happened? Who are you? Who was he?"
She turns, and her ire melts away.
"Ah. To answer one of your questions, I am Servant Lancer. And as tradition dictates, I must ask you—" She steps forward, and her spear disappears as she stretches her right hand towards me. "Are you my Master?"
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WISE UP!
Servant Lancer
True Name: [UNKNOWN]
Master: Shirou Emiya
Alignment: Lawful Good
Strength: C
Mana: C
Endurance: B
Luck: D
Agility: B
Noble Phantasm: A
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance- A
Riding- A
Battle Continuation- B-
Personal Skills:
Charisma- B
[UNKNOWN]- A
[UNKNOWN]- EX
Noble Phantasms:
[UNKNOWN]- A+ (Anti-Fortress)
[UNKNOWN]- C (Anti-Unit)
A busty blonde, summoned by yourself. Seems she's not quite used to her body, for some reason. Her true identity is unknown at the moment, but her status has been reduced due to your skill as a Magus being subpar.
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Servant Saber
True Name: El Cid (?)
Master: [UNKNOWN]
Alignment: True Neutral
Strength: B
Mana: D
Endurance: B
Luck: E+
Agility: B
Noble Phantasm: B?
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance- ?
Riding- ?
[UNKNOWN]- UNDEF
[UNKNOWN]- E-A++
Personal Skills:
Eye of the Mind (True)- B+
[UNKNOWN]- ?
[UNKNOWN]- ?
Noble Phantasms:
Tizona, The Firebrand- B (Anti-Unit)
A crimson sword said to burn with the power of the sun. By activating it, El Cid can unleash a powerful blast of flame, capable of striking fear into the hearts of the unworthy and then incinerating them.
Standard of Black, The Hidden Knight- C (Barrier)
While not a true Noble Phantasm, the Standard of Black is an enchantment used by many a knight over the years when their identity would prove troublesome. This prevents their skills and true strength of their Noble Phantasms from being identified, as well as guarding their appearance from view. If one knows the True Name of the user, they will be able to pierce the barrier.
[UNKNOWN]- ?-?
An asshole dressed in crimson. You first met him when he was trying to gouge your heart out with a flaming sword. Despite looking him straight in eye, you find yourself unable to remember anything about his appearance, save his color and that he repeatedly referred to himself as "El Cid" the whole time he was pursuing you.
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Through all the myriad worlds of the Kaleidoscope, much remains consistent between the incarnations of Shirou Emiya. The fire that burned his life away leaves behind an empty vessel that seeks to fill itself with a beautiful dream. That impossible dream draws him into the Fifth Fuyuki Grail War, and should that dream and the world survive the war intact, Shirou Emiya is doomed to have his wish granted.
The variances in his Kaleidoscopic lives start with a single inflection point. However, his nature is such that even small differences can have an outsize impact on his life leading up to, and past, the Fifth Holy Grail War.
This is not one of those worlds. This world has been changed in ways great and small. Superficial similarities remain, and the persons living these events bear familiar names and faces. The paths their lives, and the path that Shirou Emiya’s life, have taken to reach this point cannot simply be called “different”.
No, this iteration is far more warped than that.
_____________
The First Night- Saturday, 4/16
The shed crackled with light as lance and sword clashed, silver and crimson against the night sky.
The scene before me was baffling — a hooded man in crimson and a beautiful blonde woman in armor, locking blade against polearm and trading glares at one another.
"Saber, I presume?" The woman says, eying the red-clad man before her as she braces her spear against his sword. "You, boy, behind me. I am Lancer. I've a question for you, but it shall hold until I have dispatched this villain."
She pushes and there's a screech of metal. The man breaks off, leaping backwards and landing on my porch roof.
"Dammit. I told her I should have eliminated you sooner..." He spits, pointing his blade down. "But indeed, my lady! El Cid, at your service."
"You sought his life before he summoned me?" The woman says, stance shifting and guard rising, lance aimed to welcome any attack. "A craven tactic, unbefitting a knight."
"Do you know what that boy has done? He stole something precious to my Master." The red man — El Cid? — shakes his head. "She and I both wish for his head for his treachery."
Wait-
I stole something? What did I...?
"But enough talk. You can burn with him, Lancer." The man seems to have made up his mind.
"Tch." The blonde woman's stance changes again, not to guard, but to-
The night air turns hot and dry, and the crimson sword in the man's hand blazes alight.
"Shirou Emiya! By the fire of my Tizona, I judge you... Unworthy! Be seared from this earth!" The man calling himself El Cid yells, leaping into the sky.
And then the world turns to flames.
______________
My vision returns as the heat dissipates. My shed — my workshop — is gone, and I'm propped up against the walls of the estate. The wall is only slightly warm, but seems undamaged. I’m lucky the fire didn’t spread.
The crimson man is nowhere to be seen, but the blonde woman — whose plate armor does little to hide her ample... tracts of land — is standing in the yard and brandishing her spear at the sky.
"Craven! Blackguard!" Her voice is livid, and her head is futilely tracking back and forth.
"Um... Ma'am?" I ask, shaking my head and trying to sit up, "What just happened? Who are you? Who was he?"
She turns, and her ire melts away.
"Ah. To answer one of your questions, I am Servant Lancer. And as tradition dictates, I must ask you—" She steps forward, and her spear disappears as she stretches her right hand towards me. "Are you my Master?"
___________________________
WISE UP!
Servant Lancer
True Name: [UNKNOWN]
Master: Shirou Emiya
Alignment: Lawful Good
Strength: C
Mana: C
Endurance: B
Luck: D
Agility: B
Noble Phantasm: A
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance- A
Riding- A
Battle Continuation- B-
Personal Skills:
Charisma- B
[UNKNOWN]- A
[UNKNOWN]- EX
Noble Phantasms:
[UNKNOWN]- A+ (Anti-Fortress)
[UNKNOWN]- C (Anti-Unit)
A busty blonde, summoned by yourself. Seems she's not quite used to her body, for some reason. Her true identity is unknown at the moment, but her status has been reduced due to your skill as a Magus being subpar.
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Servant Saber
True Name: El Cid (?)
Master: [UNKNOWN]
Alignment: True Neutral
Strength: B
Mana: D
Endurance: B
Luck: E+
Agility: B
Noble Phantasm: B?
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance- ?
Riding- ?
[UNKNOWN]- UNDEF
[UNKNOWN]- E-A++
Personal Skills:
Eye of the Mind (True)- B+
[UNKNOWN]- ?
[UNKNOWN]- ?
Noble Phantasms:
Tizona, The Firebrand- B (Anti-Unit)
A crimson sword said to burn with the power of the sun. By activating it, El Cid can unleash a powerful blast of flame, capable of striking fear into the hearts of the unworthy and then incinerating them.
Standard of Black, The Hidden Knight- C (Barrier)
While not a true Noble Phantasm, the Standard of Black is an enchantment used by many a knight over the years when their identity would prove troublesome. This prevents their skills and true strength of their Noble Phantasms from being identified, as well as guarding their appearance from view. If one knows the True Name of the user, they will be able to pierce the barrier.
[UNKNOWN]- ?-?
An asshole dressed in crimson. You first met him when he was trying to gouge your heart out with a flaming sword. Despite looking him straight in eye, you find yourself unable to remember anything about his appearance, save his color and that he repeatedly referred to himself as "El Cid" the whole time he was pursuing you.