Kinoko Nasu said Archer isn't from the Fate path blah blah, so this is varying degrees of AU.
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Chaputah, Hajimaru-yoh!
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"______________________!!!!!" The indescribable roar of Berserker echoed in the wide hall of the Einzbern forest castle.
It wasn't exactly how Archer had planned on this happening. Even with his trained ability to read the flow of events in and out of battle, he had gotten used to always having his plans fucked up at some point.
"Hold him off, Archer!" She had ordered him.
"But you won't mind if I defeat him, will you?" He had shot back cockily, despite the odds he knew very well. He didn't know why he'd said that, maybe it was his way of trying to get her morale up.
Didn't matter soon enough though, as the Reality Marble came crashing down around him. Berserker was truly a servant worthy of Ilyasviel Von Einzbern. Archer had thrown everything he had at the mad hero, but even he, the one who carries and unlimited amount of blades in him only had so many A-class noble phantasms in his inventory.
To begin with, having a defence against anything below A-rank is insane, add to that the fact that every attack or phantasm only works one time and the 12 lives he has, it was basically quite unfair...
"hahah..." Unfair? Even though he was on his knees, about to die, this situation could only get worse as Archer began to realize how well he'd played the role he remembered Rin's servant having in the 5th Grail war, when he'd been as a master in it.
To fight courageously and take away half of Berserker's lives so he himself along with Rin and Artu... Saber, could "power up" in a shack somewhere in the woods and hope to defeat the homunculi's Servant.
Then, as all seemed lost, he would pull his first, and probably most powerful, trace out of his ass after he'd used a command spell on his own Servant because he was afraid she'd get hurt.
"hahahahahh" He'd enjoy how unbelievably fucked the situation was, if he wasn't about to die.
"Berserker! I can't believe you! You let some no-name hero kill you 5 times!" Ilya was raging. She was like that, the spoiled, lonely snow fairy. Damn it, know he remembered her dying in his arms again.
She'd been so fragile in life, not like him who had been even without Avalon's protection a walking suit of armour with all the blade popping out under his skin whenever he was about to die.
Avalon... During the war, he'd been able to trace that sword many times thanks to the sheath inside him. Every time it had become more and more simple, but once the war had ended, it had become more and more difficult to even imagine it.
He'd never seen the blade itself, only through dream cycle and the sheath had he been able to bring forth that sword. A phantasm of a phantasm, you could even call it.
Saber, Rin, Ilya, Sakura, Taiga... Shinji even. It felt refreshing to see all those old faces, even as a stranger to them.
Emiya Shirou. He hadn't been able to confront him, he'd been unable to even make a decent plan regarding his time/space paradox suicide.
He'd been watching himself for the past few days. "If you can't defeat your enemy, then imagine something, that in your mind could." were the words of advice he'd given to the novice of tracing.
Once again he didn't know why he'd said that. Why help his enemy?
Ah, Berserker had momentarily turned around to face Ilya as the Reality Marble had come down crashing, but now the giant was slowly and purposefully striding towards the kneeling Archer.
My left arm is useless, my legs... Useless, I might be able to do one more dodge, but with him, it might still connect.
"If you can't defeat him..." The words were repeating in his head, along with the puzzled and confused look Shirou had answered with.
"There's no way..." Archer laughed as he reminisced of his victory against Berserker.
Even as he tried to remember what the blade had looked like, he came up with nothing. There wasn't even a blank to show it's shape, the wasn't anything in his mind regarding that sword.
Berserker stopped. He was now standing right before the kneeling Archer. He sure is big, I'd almost forgotten just how big. The giant raised his stone sword-axe, a simple half-assed blow of his would eradicate Archer easily...
Archer would've looked up, as a half-assed sign of resistance show a last grin. But that had been forgotten now. It puzzled him, it felt as if there was something in his right hand.
It wasn't any of the weapons he had in his Reality Marble. He knew how every single handle of every single weapon he had felt like. The only word that came to mind...
How... nostalgic? Archer closed his eyes. There was a handle in his hand. At first it was fuzzy and soft, but as he squeezed it, it began to gain form, shape... and color?
Ornate, blue and golden... Two handed with a wide cross-guard...Well balanced, but obviously not a heavy War Sword, like, Excalibur was...
As if struck by lightning, Berserker's strike came, this wasn't a half-assed blow, this was a full power blow.
But it never hit home, as Archer from his knees dodged to the right, his right hand held above his head grasping onto a beam of light. Sparks and lighting flashed, more than that, Archers right arm was glowing green with having its Magical Circuits in overdrive.
Berserker didn't even slow down for a second as he moved to complete a follow up, but the axe sword that was swung at unimaginable speed was stopped.
No, stopped wasn't the right word. It was broken, as Archers arm had finally stopped glowing, the golden beam had shattered the stone sword, without a moments pause, the sword moved back as Archer pulled it next to him.
Finally opening his eyes, Archer thrust the sword into Berserker's chest. This time, in the hallway echoed the smaller servants voice
"CALIBURN--!!"
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Ilya was mad, her perfect servant was having trouble with Rin's lowlife hero without any legend to his person.
"Berserker! I can't believe you! You let some no-name hero kill you 5 times!" Ilya was raging, in fact.
But it wouldn't matter. With this one out of the picture, Rin, Shirou and Saber would be easy to handle. They were all weary and tired, and with Berserker still in almost perfect shape, catching up would me a matter of hours.
Rin's pathetic... well somewhat pathetic Servant was laughing to himself, muttering even silently. She expected as much from the Servant who'd allowed himself to be sacrificed so the others could run away.
Berserker would now finally kill the pesky knight in red. She had no idea how someone like him could exist... He possessed 5 A-rank Noble Phantasms, a Reality Marble and combat ability to be able to avoid Berserker for almost the whole fight.
"CALIBURN--!!"
She was snapped back to reality by the loud yell, it took her a few seconds to realize what had happened. HOW DARES HE--!
There was a small, comparatively, ornate golden sword thrust into Berserker's chest. A useless attack that would barely even hamper her Berserker. The final light of a flame, so to speak.
Except.
Berserker wasn't moving.
Silence reigned all for another scant few seconds. Until a deep and sombre voice echoed.
"What is this blade? It's not even a Noble Phantasm... I fear I am quite taken back by all this..." It was Berserker who had spoken.
"Wha- Berserker!" Ilya's eyes snapped open as she ran down the stairs to her servant, now seemingly out of the Mad Enhancement.
"I... I'd call it a Phantasm of Phantasm. A blade that I shouldn't even know, yet hold in my hand." Archer wearily spoke, leaning slightly onto the blade stuck in the taller Hero's chest.
"Truly a frightening existence you are... even as I swear upon my father to have never seen you, this moment feels familiar." Berserker continued as the short girl stopped running and stood behind him.
"Berserker, finish him already, they're getting away already!" She was angry, he knew that, yet he could only smile.
"Yes... this is the second time I've defeated you with this sword. This should be impossible beyond impossible." Archer spoke as he wearily let go of the sword and slumped backwards, his legs shaking.
"I shouldn't be able to create this weapon, I shouldn't be able to wield this weapon, and without this swords true owner by my sode I shouldn't be able to strike you down like this..."
Archer laughed a little as he fell onto his back. A disgusting wet sound echoed as the nasty gash on his left shoulder bled heavily onto the marble floor.
The sword stuck in Berserker's chest began to fade away.
"Ah... I believe I can recall it here... From a Saber's Master into an Archer. You are a surprisingly tenacious man." Berserker laughed, it sounded more powerful than the whisper like voice from before, now it was like what you'd expect from a man who had forged his way into Divinity.
Ilya took another few steps forward to face Berserker, as another furious order was about surface, she froze.
Heracles merely smiled at her apologetically. "I'm sorry, Master, it seems I've failed you yet again." as the words left his mouth, he began fade away, his arms and legs slowly turning into ash and dust.
Archer knew how devastated Ilya would be, but... He was soon to follow Berserker. He had done something very characteristic of himself: He'd gone way beyond his limits, and with Rin already miles away, he had no way of recovering his strenght
With a last laugh, Archers consciousness faded away.
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Bad End
visit Tiger Dojo YES/no
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"Welcome once again to the Tiger Doj-"
"Shut up Taiga-nee."
With that Taiga exploded with red hot fury into a rant about not calling her Tiger, yet the white haired, red-clad knight ignored her while lying lazily on the floor.
Archer did not feel like thinking right now. All of his circuits were screaming at him despite this being a supposedly superior body. He didn't want to think about why he was in his old house's training dojo along with Taiga in a hakama and her fearsome Torashinai out, or why Ilya was in a buruma.
"Wait, Ilya...?!" as soon as his eyes snapped open, the dojo faded away along with the raging Taiga and the Ilya trying to calm her down.
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"Uh..." Archer groaned followed by a wince due to a jolt of pain from his left shoulder. His whole body ached.
Which meant he was alive, and still in the grail war. That shouldn't be possible. He'd gone way over the limits, he should've disappeared in a matter of minutes since Rin was too far away for any prana to be transmitted.
He opened his eyes and subsequently froze. A face was very closely examining him. Red eyes short silver hair. White very covering dress with a black bust holding a sizeable pair of breasts.
And she was sitting on top of him.
"Uh.. ah..." Archer blinked. He shook his head and moved to sit up.
"--Aah...!" The silver haired woman made a slight sound in protest and pressed him down with her palms on his chest. Archer noted, that she was QUITE strong.
Ignoring her protests, he tried to sit up again, she pressed him down even more forcefully, and this time moved to sit from on top of his legs to on top of his stomach to hold him down better.
Archers brow twitched ever so slightly as she radiated with a victorious yet held-back smile.
Was she possibly underestimating him? Even without being a servant, he would be able to easily lift her up. For Alaya's sake his chest plate was made of the same stiff composite material as his bow, him moving around in it had made his chest and back very strong.
With an "URYAH--!" he sat up, causing the soft-spoken woman to slide back down onto his lap.
"Ah, Mistress told Leysritt to keep you from leaving, so please don't move..." the woman spoke up, blinking. She was obviously a bit distressed as her plan had now failed.
Archer just stared at the woman. Who is this dim woman? And Why does she seem familiar? he decided to to ignore the woman, for now at least.
Taking a look around, ignoring the pleading eyes of the woman, Archer noticed he was in a fairly fine room. It seemed also somewhat familiar to him. Still ignoring the woman, Archer lifted his right hand and tried flexing it.
He was still low on prana. Not critically so, but a few more hours and he'd disappear. His left side was still recovering, though the bleeding had been stopped somehow. His legs felt very tired. Though that just might be from having the woman sitting on them for Akasha knows how long.
Escape didn't seem an option.
"Where exactly am I? Am I a prisoner?" Archer finally turned to face the woman sitting on his lap.
"Ah... You're the mistresses guest, though she told us to keep you from harm. You're in her castle in her family forest." She kindly explained. Eyes closed, head tilted and finger pointing and all that...
"I see..." Archer groaned. He was still in Ilya's castle, low on prana, not very sure on how to get out, how much time had passed and what to expect in the future to happen. Just as he was about to sigh, someone entered the room.
"L-Leysritt...! Wha- What are you doing!" Archer turned to the sound of the voice to see a door opened, along with a similarly dressed woman, also with silver hair and red eyes. Only differences were that her under-dress was dark purple instead of black, and she had longer hair, reaching all the way down to the waist.
"He was moving in his sleep... Sat on him to make him stay still." Leysritt, as the other woman had called her, answered, not the least bit trouble by her closeness to Archer.
"Th-That's no reason to be sitting in his lap! Get off and make him lay down, Ilya is coming to check up on him now!" The woman in the doorway was visibly vexed.
Archer and Leysritt both blinked and then stared at each other. After a moments silence, Archer spoke up. "I'll lay down if you get off me." Leysritt beamed at that and nodded, lightly hopping off the taller man.
"I'm done, Sella." She spoke to the woman in the doorway. Before she could answer, Ilya walked in, the air in the room seemed to freeze as she stared at Archer.
Not even missing a moment in looking around at the people gathered in the room, she sat down in an old cushioned chair across the bed, she was now facing the lying down Archer. The silver haired girl and white haired man stared at each other in silence, there was no hostility, but they weren't exactly giving warm and happy looks.
"How?" Both asked at the same time. Archer sighed and made a gesture with his good hand. "Ladies first."
"How... did you win, how did you defeat my Berserker." Ilya voice was clear, cold and controlled.
Archer shrugged, he knew what she meant by "my Berserker". Heracles was supposed to be the invincible, unstoppable servant who'd clear her way to an easy victory.
"I got lucky." He had a feeling this conversation was going to get very awkward very fast.
"Then who." She shot back, still cold and serious. "Who are y-"
"My turn, why am I still in the grail war, I'm absolutely sure I was beyond recovery prana wise. My injuries indicate it's been less than a day since the fight."Archer interrupted, not allowing Ilya to hold the flow of the conversation.
Her eyes widened, she obviously wasn't used to having her authority undermined. She contemplated berating the wounded Servant, but opted instead glare at him.
The duo stared at each other in silence for a while longer. Archer realizing he'd made her mad, sighed. He could never act completely serious with Ilya.
"Emiya Shirou."
Archers words struck Ilya who perked up at the name. The two maids still in the room blinked, not sure what to make of the conversation.
"What about him?" Ilya asked suspiciously. Shirou was hers.
"I am Emiya Shirou."
DUNF
"Dunf?" Archer blinked. Ilya had fainted. This wasn't good.
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Any good? Haven't written anything in years.
Also, the forums fuck the text so I have to manually make it look readable. :huh:
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Chaputah, Hajimaru-yoh!
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"______________________!!!!!" The indescribable roar of Berserker echoed in the wide hall of the Einzbern forest castle.
It wasn't exactly how Archer had planned on this happening. Even with his trained ability to read the flow of events in and out of battle, he had gotten used to always having his plans fucked up at some point.
"Hold him off, Archer!" She had ordered him.
"But you won't mind if I defeat him, will you?" He had shot back cockily, despite the odds he knew very well. He didn't know why he'd said that, maybe it was his way of trying to get her morale up.
Didn't matter soon enough though, as the Reality Marble came crashing down around him. Berserker was truly a servant worthy of Ilyasviel Von Einzbern. Archer had thrown everything he had at the mad hero, but even he, the one who carries and unlimited amount of blades in him only had so many A-class noble phantasms in his inventory.
To begin with, having a defence against anything below A-rank is insane, add to that the fact that every attack or phantasm only works one time and the 12 lives he has, it was basically quite unfair...
"hahah..." Unfair? Even though he was on his knees, about to die, this situation could only get worse as Archer began to realize how well he'd played the role he remembered Rin's servant having in the 5th Grail war, when he'd been as a master in it.
To fight courageously and take away half of Berserker's lives so he himself along with Rin and Artu... Saber, could "power up" in a shack somewhere in the woods and hope to defeat the homunculi's Servant.
Then, as all seemed lost, he would pull his first, and probably most powerful, trace out of his ass after he'd used a command spell on his own Servant because he was afraid she'd get hurt.
"hahahahahh" He'd enjoy how unbelievably fucked the situation was, if he wasn't about to die.
"Berserker! I can't believe you! You let some no-name hero kill you 5 times!" Ilya was raging. She was like that, the spoiled, lonely snow fairy. Damn it, know he remembered her dying in his arms again.
She'd been so fragile in life, not like him who had been even without Avalon's protection a walking suit of armour with all the blade popping out under his skin whenever he was about to die.
Avalon... During the war, he'd been able to trace that sword many times thanks to the sheath inside him. Every time it had become more and more simple, but once the war had ended, it had become more and more difficult to even imagine it.
He'd never seen the blade itself, only through dream cycle and the sheath had he been able to bring forth that sword. A phantasm of a phantasm, you could even call it.
Saber, Rin, Ilya, Sakura, Taiga... Shinji even. It felt refreshing to see all those old faces, even as a stranger to them.
Emiya Shirou. He hadn't been able to confront him, he'd been unable to even make a decent plan regarding his time/space paradox suicide.
He'd been watching himself for the past few days. "If you can't defeat your enemy, then imagine something, that in your mind could." were the words of advice he'd given to the novice of tracing.
Once again he didn't know why he'd said that. Why help his enemy?
Ah, Berserker had momentarily turned around to face Ilya as the Reality Marble had come down crashing, but now the giant was slowly and purposefully striding towards the kneeling Archer.
My left arm is useless, my legs... Useless, I might be able to do one more dodge, but with him, it might still connect.
"If you can't defeat him..." The words were repeating in his head, along with the puzzled and confused look Shirou had answered with.
"There's no way..." Archer laughed as he reminisced of his victory against Berserker.
Even as he tried to remember what the blade had looked like, he came up with nothing. There wasn't even a blank to show it's shape, the wasn't anything in his mind regarding that sword.
Berserker stopped. He was now standing right before the kneeling Archer. He sure is big, I'd almost forgotten just how big. The giant raised his stone sword-axe, a simple half-assed blow of his would eradicate Archer easily...
Archer would've looked up, as a half-assed sign of resistance show a last grin. But that had been forgotten now. It puzzled him, it felt as if there was something in his right hand.
It wasn't any of the weapons he had in his Reality Marble. He knew how every single handle of every single weapon he had felt like. The only word that came to mind...
How... nostalgic? Archer closed his eyes. There was a handle in his hand. At first it was fuzzy and soft, but as he squeezed it, it began to gain form, shape... and color?
Ornate, blue and golden... Two handed with a wide cross-guard...Well balanced, but obviously not a heavy War Sword, like, Excalibur was...
As if struck by lightning, Berserker's strike came, this wasn't a half-assed blow, this was a full power blow.
But it never hit home, as Archer from his knees dodged to the right, his right hand held above his head grasping onto a beam of light. Sparks and lighting flashed, more than that, Archers right arm was glowing green with having its Magical Circuits in overdrive.
Berserker didn't even slow down for a second as he moved to complete a follow up, but the axe sword that was swung at unimaginable speed was stopped.
No, stopped wasn't the right word. It was broken, as Archers arm had finally stopped glowing, the golden beam had shattered the stone sword, without a moments pause, the sword moved back as Archer pulled it next to him.
Finally opening his eyes, Archer thrust the sword into Berserker's chest. This time, in the hallway echoed the smaller servants voice
"CALIBURN--!!"
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Ilya was mad, her perfect servant was having trouble with Rin's lowlife hero without any legend to his person.
"Berserker! I can't believe you! You let some no-name hero kill you 5 times!" Ilya was raging, in fact.
But it wouldn't matter. With this one out of the picture, Rin, Shirou and Saber would be easy to handle. They were all weary and tired, and with Berserker still in almost perfect shape, catching up would me a matter of hours.
Rin's pathetic... well somewhat pathetic Servant was laughing to himself, muttering even silently. She expected as much from the Servant who'd allowed himself to be sacrificed so the others could run away.
Berserker would now finally kill the pesky knight in red. She had no idea how someone like him could exist... He possessed 5 A-rank Noble Phantasms, a Reality Marble and combat ability to be able to avoid Berserker for almost the whole fight.
"CALIBURN--!!"
She was snapped back to reality by the loud yell, it took her a few seconds to realize what had happened. HOW DARES HE--!
There was a small, comparatively, ornate golden sword thrust into Berserker's chest. A useless attack that would barely even hamper her Berserker. The final light of a flame, so to speak.
Except.
Berserker wasn't moving.
Silence reigned all for another scant few seconds. Until a deep and sombre voice echoed.
"What is this blade? It's not even a Noble Phantasm... I fear I am quite taken back by all this..." It was Berserker who had spoken.
"Wha- Berserker!" Ilya's eyes snapped open as she ran down the stairs to her servant, now seemingly out of the Mad Enhancement.
"I... I'd call it a Phantasm of Phantasm. A blade that I shouldn't even know, yet hold in my hand." Archer wearily spoke, leaning slightly onto the blade stuck in the taller Hero's chest.
"Truly a frightening existence you are... even as I swear upon my father to have never seen you, this moment feels familiar." Berserker continued as the short girl stopped running and stood behind him.
"Berserker, finish him already, they're getting away already!" She was angry, he knew that, yet he could only smile.
"Yes... this is the second time I've defeated you with this sword. This should be impossible beyond impossible." Archer spoke as he wearily let go of the sword and slumped backwards, his legs shaking.
"I shouldn't be able to create this weapon, I shouldn't be able to wield this weapon, and without this swords true owner by my sode I shouldn't be able to strike you down like this..."
Archer laughed a little as he fell onto his back. A disgusting wet sound echoed as the nasty gash on his left shoulder bled heavily onto the marble floor.
The sword stuck in Berserker's chest began to fade away.
"Ah... I believe I can recall it here... From a Saber's Master into an Archer. You are a surprisingly tenacious man." Berserker laughed, it sounded more powerful than the whisper like voice from before, now it was like what you'd expect from a man who had forged his way into Divinity.
Ilya took another few steps forward to face Berserker, as another furious order was about surface, she froze.
Heracles merely smiled at her apologetically. "I'm sorry, Master, it seems I've failed you yet again." as the words left his mouth, he began fade away, his arms and legs slowly turning into ash and dust.
Archer knew how devastated Ilya would be, but... He was soon to follow Berserker. He had done something very characteristic of himself: He'd gone way beyond his limits, and with Rin already miles away, he had no way of recovering his strenght
With a last laugh, Archers consciousness faded away.
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Bad End
visit Tiger Dojo YES/no
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"Welcome once again to the Tiger Doj-"
"Shut up Taiga-nee."
With that Taiga exploded with red hot fury into a rant about not calling her Tiger, yet the white haired, red-clad knight ignored her while lying lazily on the floor.
Archer did not feel like thinking right now. All of his circuits were screaming at him despite this being a supposedly superior body. He didn't want to think about why he was in his old house's training dojo along with Taiga in a hakama and her fearsome Torashinai out, or why Ilya was in a buruma.
"Wait, Ilya...?!" as soon as his eyes snapped open, the dojo faded away along with the raging Taiga and the Ilya trying to calm her down.
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"Uh..." Archer groaned followed by a wince due to a jolt of pain from his left shoulder. His whole body ached.
Which meant he was alive, and still in the grail war. That shouldn't be possible. He'd gone way over the limits, he should've disappeared in a matter of minutes since Rin was too far away for any prana to be transmitted.
He opened his eyes and subsequently froze. A face was very closely examining him. Red eyes short silver hair. White very covering dress with a black bust holding a sizeable pair of breasts.
And she was sitting on top of him.
"Uh.. ah..." Archer blinked. He shook his head and moved to sit up.
"--Aah...!" The silver haired woman made a slight sound in protest and pressed him down with her palms on his chest. Archer noted, that she was QUITE strong.
Ignoring her protests, he tried to sit up again, she pressed him down even more forcefully, and this time moved to sit from on top of his legs to on top of his stomach to hold him down better.
Archers brow twitched ever so slightly as she radiated with a victorious yet held-back smile.
Was she possibly underestimating him? Even without being a servant, he would be able to easily lift her up. For Alaya's sake his chest plate was made of the same stiff composite material as his bow, him moving around in it had made his chest and back very strong.
With an "URYAH--!" he sat up, causing the soft-spoken woman to slide back down onto his lap.
"Ah, Mistress told Leysritt to keep you from leaving, so please don't move..." the woman spoke up, blinking. She was obviously a bit distressed as her plan had now failed.
Archer just stared at the woman. Who is this dim woman? And Why does she seem familiar? he decided to to ignore the woman, for now at least.
Taking a look around, ignoring the pleading eyes of the woman, Archer noticed he was in a fairly fine room. It seemed also somewhat familiar to him. Still ignoring the woman, Archer lifted his right hand and tried flexing it.
He was still low on prana. Not critically so, but a few more hours and he'd disappear. His left side was still recovering, though the bleeding had been stopped somehow. His legs felt very tired. Though that just might be from having the woman sitting on them for Akasha knows how long.
Escape didn't seem an option.
"Where exactly am I? Am I a prisoner?" Archer finally turned to face the woman sitting on his lap.
"Ah... You're the mistresses guest, though she told us to keep you from harm. You're in her castle in her family forest." She kindly explained. Eyes closed, head tilted and finger pointing and all that...
"I see..." Archer groaned. He was still in Ilya's castle, low on prana, not very sure on how to get out, how much time had passed and what to expect in the future to happen. Just as he was about to sigh, someone entered the room.
"L-Leysritt...! Wha- What are you doing!" Archer turned to the sound of the voice to see a door opened, along with a similarly dressed woman, also with silver hair and red eyes. Only differences were that her under-dress was dark purple instead of black, and she had longer hair, reaching all the way down to the waist.
"He was moving in his sleep... Sat on him to make him stay still." Leysritt, as the other woman had called her, answered, not the least bit trouble by her closeness to Archer.
"Th-That's no reason to be sitting in his lap! Get off and make him lay down, Ilya is coming to check up on him now!" The woman in the doorway was visibly vexed.
Archer and Leysritt both blinked and then stared at each other. After a moments silence, Archer spoke up. "I'll lay down if you get off me." Leysritt beamed at that and nodded, lightly hopping off the taller man.
"I'm done, Sella." She spoke to the woman in the doorway. Before she could answer, Ilya walked in, the air in the room seemed to freeze as she stared at Archer.
Not even missing a moment in looking around at the people gathered in the room, she sat down in an old cushioned chair across the bed, she was now facing the lying down Archer. The silver haired girl and white haired man stared at each other in silence, there was no hostility, but they weren't exactly giving warm and happy looks.
"How?" Both asked at the same time. Archer sighed and made a gesture with his good hand. "Ladies first."
"How... did you win, how did you defeat my Berserker." Ilya voice was clear, cold and controlled.
Archer shrugged, he knew what she meant by "my Berserker". Heracles was supposed to be the invincible, unstoppable servant who'd clear her way to an easy victory.
"I got lucky." He had a feeling this conversation was going to get very awkward very fast.
"Then who." She shot back, still cold and serious. "Who are y-"
"My turn, why am I still in the grail war, I'm absolutely sure I was beyond recovery prana wise. My injuries indicate it's been less than a day since the fight."Archer interrupted, not allowing Ilya to hold the flow of the conversation.
Her eyes widened, she obviously wasn't used to having her authority undermined. She contemplated berating the wounded Servant, but opted instead glare at him.
The duo stared at each other in silence for a while longer. Archer realizing he'd made her mad, sighed. He could never act completely serious with Ilya.
"Emiya Shirou."
Archers words struck Ilya who perked up at the name. The two maids still in the room blinked, not sure what to make of the conversation.
"What about him?" Ilya asked suspiciously. Shirou was hers.
"I am Emiya Shirou."
DUNF
"Dunf?" Archer blinked. Ilya had fainted. This wasn't good.
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Any good? Haven't written anything in years.
Also, the forums fuck the text so I have to manually make it look readable. :huh:
