Nasuverse Solenoid Flux

fallacies

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It's been done before, but seeing Lancelot in Fate/Zero 05, I had to do this ...

Solenoid Flux
An Evangelion / Fate Zero Crossover Concept
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Snippet #1: Summoning

// Fuyuki City, 1997

Zouken blinked slowly. This was the 'strongest' Servant? It seemed that a full year of preparation hadn't made the boy any less of a disappointment. He allowed himself an ironic chuckle; he'd known better than to place faith in a broken instrument.

"Um ... I'm, uh, Servant Berserker," said the child at the center of the formalcraft circle. "Are you my Master?"

Kariya couldn't keep himself from gaping dumbly. To save Sakura, he needed a strong Servant -- not some weak, effeminate-looking boy. And what sort of Heroic Spirit manifested in a boy's student uniform? If the kid was a hero from the modern era, Kariya hadn't heard of any who matched his description.

"Your identity intrigues, Servant," said Zouken before Kariya could make a response. "Pray tell, who might you be?"

"Uh ... my legend hasn't really come into existence yet in this era," replied the Servant hesitantly. "Even if I told you who I was, you probably wouldn't recognize my name. You could, ah, refer to me as the Third Child for now?"

The gnarled old man barked out a laugh.

"Precious, precious," he said, amused despite himself. "And why is it that Mad Enhancement isn't triggered by default?"

The Servant scratched the back of his head as if embarassed.

"I should probably apologize about that," he said.

"Apologize?" asked Kariya.

"Um ... based on the information that the Holy Grail's given me, my Mad Enhancement boosts all attributes except Luck to A-Rank or higher."

"So, what exactly is the problem?"

"It's conditional," said the Servant, expression downcast. "You won't be able to activate it with a Command Seal, because it will only manifest if I'm in mortal peril. The rest of the time, most of my attributes are E-Rank or lower. Really, I'm not much stronger than a normal human."

Kariya pulled his lips into a line. It was sounding less and less as if he had a chance at winning the war -- but he'd made a promise to Sakura. There was no backing out. Not after a whole year. Tokiomi had to pay.

"I formalize the contract," he said, gritting his teeth. "I recognize you as my Servant, and I shall be your Master in this War."

The Servant nodded, and the formalcraft circle flared again before dying down. Zouken, who had looked on during the exchange with an amused smile, released a cackle.

"Well done, Kariya," he said. "I don't believe that you'll win this War, but I anticipate that your efforts shall be most amusing."

Kariya's fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm.

//

"I shouldn't pry," said Berserker, "but, ah, do you always get on so badly with your father?"

Kariya sat himself down on a dew-covered wooden bench, taking in the sight of the Mion River at night.

"That old bloodsucker hasn't been my father for a long time," he said after awhile. "If he didn't have a use for me, he'd cast me aside without a second thought."

An odd expression crossed Berserker's face, but Kariya didn't read much into it. Instead, he regarded the boy with his good eye, pushing himself to activate his senses.

Matou Kariya wasn't a trained user of magecraft, but his efforts toward becoming a competent Master of the War had won him one hard-earned trait -- an astute sensitivity to supernatural energies. He'd been dimly aware of something being 'off' about his servant in the basement of the family estate, but his experiment just now proved it: Berserker did not have a Servant's presence. He felt like a completely normal human.

Kariya had heard that the Assassins possessed a class ability permitting concealment of presence, but this was a different animal. Berserker still gave off a presence, but it wasn't anywhere near as strong as Zouken's simulation of a Heroic Spirit's aura. Could this be exploited somehow?

"Hey," he said. "Is it really alright if you don't go astral? Somebody might detect you."

Berserker glanced about, seeming slightly worried.

"Um ... I don't think there's anyone here?" he said. "I can dematerialize if it makes you more comfortable, but I sort of figured that if they saw me, they would mistake me for a normal human. An enemy Master probably wouldn't be able to get an accurate read on me, I think."

It seemed that Berserker was somewhat aware of his attributes. Kariya wouldn't be able to rely on him for monstrous brute strength as he'd intended before the summoning, but there had to be some way to use this to his advantage. Maybe an ambush?

"What are your combat capabilities?" asked Kariya. "We need to start planning out our tactics."

"I don't want to disappoint you, so I'll tell you right off the bat," said Berserker. "Without Mad Enhancement, my offensive abilities are limited to things you might learn in a self-defense class. I can handle a gun if we manage to procure one, but I'm not really that good with them."

It wasn't as off-putting to hear as Kariya had imagined; after the chain of disappointments that had already occurred this evening, he'd expected something like this.

"What about Noble Phantasms, then? Do you have anything we can use?"

"No offense, but you can't supply enough prana to support my primary Noble Phantasm."

Primary Noble Phantasm? The old man had assured him that he was capable of supplying sufficient prana to satisfy the demands of most Servants in short term. What was this Noble Phantasm that he couldn't support it?

"It's nominally an Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm the size of a building," continued Berserker, as if reading his mind. "Due to certain circumstances, I can forcibly ignore energy requirements to manifest it, but I'd rather not."

"To keep it as a trump?" asked Kariya.

"No," replied the Servant. "I'd rather not use it at all. The 'Anti-Fortress' description is only nominal. If it's manifested at full power, it would be considered an Anti-World weapon."

"Is that the only weapon that you have?"

"My secondary Noble Phantasm is a spear that can destroy bounded fields, but if it isn't used in conjunction with my first, its combat effectiveness is about equivalent to a normal spear."

Kariya sighed. The second had its uses, but neither sounded very reliable -- and Anti-Fortress was already a bit on the side of overkill. Too much risk of collateral damage. However, something Berserker said caught his attention.

"You talked about your limitations in offensive abilities. What about defensive ones?"

"I'm glad you asked," the boy replied with a small, proud smile.

Holding his right hand in the air, Berserker manifested a shimmering plane of orange light -- arranged, as far as Kariya could tell, in a regular hexagonal pattern. He could sense prana within the glow, but it was almost nonexistent; an enemy would probably have to be within very close range to detect it. Berserker's own odic pressure was obscured.

"A ... bounded field?" he asked.

Was Berserker qualified as a Caster? Personal bounded fields were something that very few magecraft users were capable of. The old man's friend, Araya Zouken, was said to be one of the few modern mages to have mastered such a technique.

"Similar, but not quite," replied Berserker, dismissing the field. "This is more of an ability than a Noble Phantasm, but it isn't exactly magecraft. I can do this all day without much drain, and it'd take a pretty high rank attack to breach it."

"Is there anything else you can do with it?"

As Berserker uttered the answer, a smile began to form on Kariya's face -- a humorless grin with no trace of mercy.

//

The weakest Servant of the 4th War ...

BERSERKER // the Third Child
master: Matou Kariya
gender: Male
attribute: Chaotic Neutral
strength: E- (A)
endurance: E- (A)
agility: E- (A)
mana: C (A)
luck: D

Description:
A nameless boy-hero of the End of Days, who defended mankind from the enemy known as the Aristoteles. Though many considered him a savior within his own lifetime, he was unable to obtain any true acknowledgement from those closest to him. In the end, his fate was steeped in bloodshed and sorrow.

Skills:
Mad Enhancement - Rank A: Activation conditional to mortal peril. Deactivates upon successful conclusion of conflict, followed by a recovery period of a length dependent on the Master's prana supply. During activation, Monstrous Strength, Mental Pollution, and Battle Continuation equivalent to Rank A are exhibited. A more minimal manifestation of this skill -- known as Alaya Nemesis -- may be consciously accessed, but the Servant is reluctant to activate it except under extreme circumstances.
Territory Creation - Rank A (A++): Construction of a mobile spatial quarantine that rejects foreign phenomenon up to a low divine Rank. During Mad Enhancement, the ability gains offensive projectile properties. Shares some characteristics with Reality Marble construction.
Divinity - Rank C: Attribute of unspecified origin, which notably does not conflict with Monstrous Strength effects during Mad Enhancement. Limited resistance against divine phenomenon.
Information Erasure - Rank C (-): As the exact identity of the Servant was suppressed within his lifetime, he was effectively an Unknown Hero despite his legend. Perhaps (?) in consequence, it is difficult to perceive him as a Heroic Spirit even with knowledge of his status as a Servant. The effect extends somewhat to prevent the Master's Perspective ability from directly reading the attributes of the Servant's Noble Phantasms, but it is cancelled during Mad Enhancement.
Self-Modification - Rank - (A): Enabled only during Mad Enhancement. The Servant obtains the ability to repair injuries by incorporating into his own flesh the body parts of opponents.

Noble Phantasms:

The Beast // O-Ni System
rank: B (EX)
type: Support (Anti-Fortress / Anti-World)
A monstrous cyborg capable of initiating the End of Days. Support of this Noble Phantasm is beyond the prana supply of the average magecraft user, but under specific circumstances, the Servant can force it into a self-sufficient state. Under standard functionality, the Noble Phantasm greatly magnifies the scale of the Servant's actions. In minimal manifestation, it may appear as a human-scaled personal armor during Mad Enhancement.

Lancea Longini // the Tree of Creation
rank: C (EX)
type: Anti-Barrier (Anti-Fortress / Anti-World)
An organic red lance with a double-pronged blade; a conceptual weapon. At the Noble Phantasm's minimal level of manifestation, it is merely a polearm of uncommon robustness of construct, capable of annihilating bounded fields and certain magical phenomenon on contact. Full manifestation can only occur when used in conjunction with The Beast, whereupon the weapon becomes capable of absorbing the spirits of Aristoteles. It is an artifact central to the initiation of the End of Days.

Progressive Knife
rank: - (A)
type: Anti-Unit
A knife of standard appearance. If supplied with energy, the blade vibrates at supersonic frequencies, enabling better cutting power. Full manifestation in conjunction with The Beast raises attack power substantially. Strictly speaking, however, it does not qualify as a Noble Phantasm.
 

fallacies

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Solenoid Flux
An Evangelion / Fate Zero Crossover Concept
Snippet #2: Involution

// Fuyuki City, 1997

There were situations where foreknowledge could jeopardize a mission's success. Assassin knew this, and was faintly aware that the Nefesh had denied him specific intelligence concerning the mark. Until now, it hadn't seemed like a problem.

"Curious," he muttered to himself, studying the garden of the Tohsaka Estate.

The boundary magecraft that he'd been told to expect had collapsed, even though the gems that had anchored it remained intact -- intact but empty of prana.

'I was not the only one sent?' he asked himself.

The Nefesh responded in resounding negative, and Assassin narrowed his eyes beneath his mask. There was an unexpected interloper, somewhere on the grounds.

'Abort mission,' said his Master across their link. 'It seems that Archer has been engaged in combat. Find out what you can about the opponent.'

Assassin nodded, dematerializing himself.

//

Kawamori Sayuna, age twenty-four -- an attractive young woman who had worked as a maid for the Tohsaka family for over five years. Tokiomi deemed her trustworthy enough to permit her presence when he spoke to guests on matters of magecraft.

Presently, she was repaying his high estimation of her with armed assault.

Gilgamesh had hoped against his better judgment that the Grail War would be worth his time, but already disappointment was setting in -- and the conflict had yet to even properly begin! The girl, his opponent in this first engagement, was at best a rank amateur, and a normal human at that. It was of barely any consolation that she possessed enough martial talent to nonlethally dispatch the useless guards his Master employed. As an indicator of what to expect of the future, though, this wasn't promising at all.

"You should be more discriminating in your selection of help, Tokiomi," said Gilgamesh, easily parrying the girl's spear-thrust.

"Decent help is hard to find these days, my lord," replied Tokiomi impassively, watching the fight from the safety of the grand staircase. "That crimson lance she's using -- it may be a Noble Phantasm that influences behavior. It is unlikely she's acting of her own will, and so I beg again that you refrain from using lethal attacks. "

Tokiomi was soft-minded fool, Gilgamesh was reminded -- a product of this wretchedly placid backwater. It was because he was refraining from lethal force that he hadn't simply opened the Gates to bombard the wench to bloody bits. An opponent of this caliber was hardly worthy of any serious attention. Could the magus truly not discern his restraint?

Still, Tokiomi was correct in judging the lance to be a Noble Phantasm. To have withstood his strikes without so much as a scratch, it would have to be -- but he was certain that it wasn't related to or based on any weapon he had obtained in life. Why the aura it gave off so damnably familiar, then? It irked him mightily that he couldn't place it.

Somehow ignoring the disabling bone fracture he had purposely induced, the maid forced herself to her feet, readying her polearm. Gilgamesh made a noise of displeasure with his lips. It would have been far easier to simply execute her.

"Show yourself, puppeteer," he bellowed. "You cannot expect that this mere thrall of a girl would be sufficient to defeat one such as I!"

In response, the maid leapt at him, propelled by some unnatural strength. Gilgamesh, though, had had quite enough. With a somewhat larger fraction of his strength, he struck the lance with his sword, sending it out of her hands. Reversing his grip, he struck her in the solar plexus with his hilt. The maid collapsed like a marionette bereft of strings, and Gilgamesh regarded Tokiomi with a disdainful sneer.

"If your high regard for the wench is unfeigned, Magus, you would do well to heal her quickly."

So saying, Gilgamesh turned to examine the lance -- only to catch the telltale dematerialization of a Noble Phantasm.

//

In a small playground five blocks away, Berserker got off his swing and looked in the direction of the Tohsaka Estate with a grim expression.

Kariya had instructed him to force Tohsaka's Servant to reveal his characteristics -- but Berserker was insufficiently skilled with Kaworu's remote manipulation technique to turn a normal woman into a significant threat. Even with all of the changes the Third Impact had wrought in his physiology in life, completely replicating the Angels' feats of AT-Field manipulation had always been somewhat beyond him.

Berserker doubted that Kariya would truly mind the failure, but it didn't stop him from feeling useless. He'd shielded the maid from injury where he could, but allowing an uninvolved, innocent woman to be seriously hurt hadn't been his intention in the first place -- it was a consequence of his inadequacy. Before the War concluded, he would have to make it up to her somehow.

Now wasn't the time, however. Pocketing his hands, he walked out the park without demanifestation, maintaining an unrushed pace. Kariya had warned him that the other participants in the War would likely be drawn to this district by the engagement, and the sight of him turning into glowing dust would compromise the advantage of his anonymity. Identification was something he couldn't risk this early into the War -- not if Kariya's plans for him to pose as a Servant of a different class were to be successful.

'Poker face,' he thought, aware that his heart was still pounding from the rush of combat. 'Act normal.'

It was a pity that the Grail hadn't manifested his SDAT as a Noble Phantasm; it was something he could really use right now. Maybe he could pick one up at a store?

//

"Assassin was unable to identify the interloper," said Kotomine into the horn of the workshop's phonograph. "He reports, though, that at the conclusion of hostilities, some sort of presence was lifted from the area. I wasn't able to detect anything of the sort myself."

"Neither was I, I confess," said Tohsaka Tokiomi's voice through the horn. "It appeared to me that the assailant was being manipulated through the Noble Phantasm she held. I would presume that this removal of presence may have merely come of its demanifestation -- a difference too fine to be felt by humans."

"You mentioned that the Noble Phantasm in question was a lance?" asked Kotomine. "It could be an indicator that the Lancer of this War masterminded the attack."

"Or Caster," countered Tohsaka. "It's said in Celtic legend that the witch known as Scathach was a capable wielder of the polearm. The geas magecraft she was famous for is linked to the foundations of the modern tradition of thaumaturgical puppetry."

"A cursed lance and a magus associated with polearms," mused Kotomine. "This really isn't enough to confirm our opponent's identity."

"We do know one thing for certain, though," said Tohsaka.

"And what's that?"

"The Noble Phantasm was used to collapse the security perimeter that I set up about the grounds. I can't see a reason something like that would be necessary, unless our mastermind were incapable of imposing manipulation through a bounded field."

Kotomine rubbed his chin.

"Perhaps this can be used to construct a defense ..."

//

"I'm not paying any more than ten thousand yen for this," said Kariya. "It's been in your window since last year, and you haven't managed to sell it off. This is the best offer you're going to get."

The shopkeeper, a punkish youth with blond, heavily greased hair, pulled his lips thin and gave Kariya a dangerous glare. For a long moment, their eyes locked, and Kariya thought he might get violent -- but in the end, the shopkeeper backed off and sighed.

"Fine, freakshow," he said, lifting his hands in defeat. "You win. Take the damned thing and get out of here."

Kariya laid the bills across the counter and picked up his purchase. At a pained hobble, he left the antiques shop. When the door clinked shut, the shopkeeper ran a hand through his hair.

"Fuck me and my charitability," he said to himself. "A genuine bone mask used by the Hashshashin for a mere ten thousand. Pops is gonna rip me a new one."

//

Somewhere, a black monolith appeared in an empty room.

"Katsuragi indicates that an S^2 phenomenon has been detected in Japan," said a voice. "Please advise."

Moments later, several more manifested, forming a rough circle.

"The time of revelations is not yet at hand," said another voice. "We must investigate this."

"Where did the disturbance occur?"

A satellite image lit up in the center of the circle.

"The city of Fuyuki, southwest of Tokyo," replied the voice of the first monolith.

"The Einzberns' pet project, then ... Something must be done about this. Can we make use of the Overseer assigned by the Vatican?"

"If my recollection does not fail me, Kotomine Risei is a loose cannon. He cannot be trusted."

A smooth, black pulpit appeared in the empty spot at the head of the room. At the top, there was an elderly German man in a business suit, sitting with his hands folded before his face.

"Let us send Ikari," he said. "Even if she knows nothing of the truth of this world, she should be resourceful enough to contain the situation."

"A test for her?"

"Indeed."
 

Serval

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This is awesome!! The net needs more Fate/Zero fics. The concept is great. I love the delivery too. Hope you continue to write this.
 

Tsuki_CB

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Did Seele even have, or know to look for, S2 readings and blue patterns during this time? This IS before they set off the second impact...
 

fallacies

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Solenoid Flux
An Evangelion / Fate Zero Crossover Concept
Snippet #3: For the Glory of Another

//

The kitchen wasn't spotlessly clean, but it managed not to have a particularly lived-in atmosphere. The times that Kariya had been permitted to return to the condo in the past year, he'd subsisted mostly off of instant noodles and canned foods -- far too drained to attempt cooking. Still, the place was clean of rotten foodstuffs and garbage, and that was enough for it to suffice as a setting for discussions of strategy.

Under the lamp, a map of the city was spread out upon the dining table, with seemingly random lines drawn clear across it in yellow highlighter. At several of the conjunctions, circles had been drawn with a red ballpoint pen.

"These are the major leylines in Fuyuki," said Kariya. "Generally, to make easy use of the environmental mana that flows through them, mages choose leyline junctions as the sites of rituals and bounded fields."

Berserker, who sat at the opposite end of the table, distractedly nodded his comprehension. Kariya frowned slightly at the response, but pushed on.

"I spent the better part of last night scouting out the major junctions in the city for bounded fields," he said. "Only managed to find two noticeable constructs besides the ones at my old man's house and at Tohsaka's place." He pointed his pen at the location of the Fuyuki Church. "Here." Moving the tip south to the downtown area of Shinto, he stopped at the Fuyuki Grand Hyatt. "And here."

"The first one's where the Overseer is, right?" asked Berserker.

"Yeah," replied Kariya. "We don't need to look very deeply into that one. The other, though ... I'm guessing one of the Masters from out of town set up shop in the hotel they're staying at. It's a pretty bold move, just announcing their presence at the largest leyline junction in town."

"So, none of the other Masters have set up bounded fields, then?"

"At the obvious locations, at least." Kariya pointed at the location of his apartment, in eastern Shinto. None of the highlighter lines crossed it. "This is where we are right now. I've got a basic alert perimeter set up around the apartment building, but it's weak enough that it's barely detectable if you don't know it's there. Our other opponents are either taking the same precautions that I have, or they're situating their bases outside of city limits."

"What about finding this place using other methods, then? Can't they just look up your address in a public record or something?"

Kariya couldn't resist smiling in pride -- but the dead side of his face was as unresponsive as ever, and the resulting grin was haggardly grotesque. It was amusing that a Heroic Spirit from another time could be so well-versed in the societal workings of the current era.

"I own this flat, but it isn't listed under my name. Arranged for it last year, when I found out I'd be participating in the War."

"Is that even legal?" asked Berserker skeptically.

"I'm a freelance journalist," said Kariya. "You don't survive in this trade without making a few connections where it counts."

It felt to Berserker as if Matou Kariya and Kaji Ryouji had the same air about them -- melancholic and somewhat shady, but underlain by a wholehearted dedication.

"More importantly, though," continued Kariya, tapping the location of the Grand Hyatt on the map, "this person's gonna be our next target."

"Hold on," said Berserker. "Didn't you say we were going to target Tohsaka first?"

"That was the plan, but going by the way the fight went with Archer yesterday, I'm not sure we can take 'em. Best course of action in my opinion is to let somebody else wear him down."

Berserker sighed.

"My fault for performing so badly."

"It actually doesn't have anything to do with your abilities."

"Eh?"

Rather than answering, Kariya pointed at his own eyes.

"You know about the 'Master's Perspective?'"

"You mean, how you're able to visually identify opponent attribute rankings?" asked Berserker. "Wait. You were looking in on the battle through the maid's eyes like I was?"

Kariya nodded.

"Archer's base attributes were mostly in the A and B Ranks. That E Rank Noble Phantasm he was using against you definitely isn't his trump," he explained. "Point is, if he's got something A Rank or higher hidden up his sleeve, even if you went in there and managed to get yourself injured enough to activate Mad Enhancement, there still wouldn't be any surefire guarantee that you'd win."

Limply, Berserker looked down across the map. He'd wanted to be useful to Kariya, but his first engagement had done little more than expose his impotence. It really didn't seem as if dying and getting summoned as a so-called 'Heroic Spirit' had made him any more competent than he'd ever been.

"That tactic we used," said Kariya. "I think the trial run at Tohsaka's place was pretty successful. This time, we should find ourselves somebody from the senior hotel staff ..."

"No," said Berserker. The word wasn't loudly uttered, but it carried a weight of finality.

Ah, thought Kariya. That's why.

It was difficult to comprehend why a Heroic Spirit qualified as a Berserker would be so bothered by injuring noncombatants, but Kariya could work with that. Preferred it, really. Before the summoning, he himself had reservations about obtaining a mindless killing machine as a Servant. The staining of his own hands was not something he sought to prevent; he'd accepted that inevitability as a basic feature of the War. Sakura's freedom, however, wasn't something that he wanted to color with the blood of innocents if possible. If he fell to the level where he simply didn't care, he would be no different from Tokiomi.

Aloud, he said, "If you feel so strongly about it, we'll just have to change tactics."

Berserker seemed to lose some of his tenseness.

"Sorry," he said. "I know it's not my place."

"It's not a big deal, really. Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have ordered you to do something like that without getting your word on it first."

Uncomfortable that he'd apparently pushed Kariya into an apologetic stance, Berserker changed the subject.

"Is there anything I should know about the defenses of this place?"

"I was just getting to that," said Kariya. "The bounded field the magus set up covers the upper twenty-four floors of the hotel, and a significant amount of the airspace immediately above. Judging by the grandiosity involved, I'd say the creator's pretty arrogant. Probably holed themselves up in the presidential suite on the thirty-second floor -- the top level."

"Twenty-four floors of a thirty-two story building ..." said Berserker. "If the field's keeping out intruders, doesn't that mean the hotel's losing a lot of business?"

"That's exactly the thing," said Kariya. "It's not. Regular hotel guests and staff members seem to be able to enter and exit the field without triggering any response. I'm guessing that the defensive mechanisms are keyed to higher-presence existences, like mages or familiars or Servants."

"So, what's the plan?" asked Berserker. "The Master's going to notice it immediately if I simply destroy the field."

"The Grail War is fought mostly under the cover of night. Chances are, the Master'll be resting or asleep during the day," explained Kariya, drumming the fingers of his good arm on the table. "Taking advantage of that, this engagement should be initiated at around noon. It's a bit of a gamble, but I'd like you to walk straight into the bounded field ..."

//

On the seventh floor of a cheap business hotel in Shinto, a man and a woman played back a sequence of recorded footage on a 13-inch CTR.

"What do you make of it?" asked the man.

"The delay between the initiation of attack and Archer's response was small," the woman replied. "I could accept it if he were somehow capable of sensing the puppet used by the intruder, but my familiar noticed no obvious Servant presence. It would almost seem as if Tohsaka Tokiomi were expecting an attack."

The man nodded.

"It reeks of choreography," he observed. "If the attacker were truly an opponent that Tohsaka had foreknowledge of, he could've acted to conceal the engagement and limit his Servant's exposure. Instead, we're provided with an unnecessary display ... unless the display itself served a purpose? That would be the case if Tohsaka wished for us to believe in the attack of an unknown assailant."

"The use of a Noble Phantasm suggests that the orchestrator of the attack is a Servant," replied the woman. "It is difficult to imagine that thaumaturgical puppetry of this level would be achievable by a Servant any class aside from Caster."

Pressing a button, the man rewound the footage, pausing it near the end of the conflict proper. In the blurred image, a crimson lance disintegrated into motes of light.

"It's possible that we're merely being to led to construct a hypothetical opponent," he said. "The apparent puppetry may not be puppetry at all -- merely some form of suggestion. Alternatively, the puppet's behavior could be directed by an individual aside from the Servant providing the Noble Phantasm. That is to say, the weapon is merely a prop."

"But what would Tohsaka gain by fabricating the fiction of an enemy?"

"He obtains a nameless scapegoat, upon which blame for any number of heinous acts could be directed," said Emiya Kiritsugu. "An inheritor of all the sins in the world ... A perfect alibi."

//

Long before he had given up his name and face for the hundred masks, Assassin had been an apt listener of stories.

The children of the commercial quarter of his city had a tradition of gathering fortnightly in a corner of the bazaar, where an ancient blind woman would speak of the legends of djinn and magi and great warriors. His favorite tale had been of the clockwork horses that the ancient sultans had chartered -- metallic steeds said to traverse the skies at marvelous speeds. The sky-carriages created by the men of this era bore little resemblance to horses, but as testaments to the power of human ingenuity, they were no less marvelous.

The station he'd requested of the Nefesh -- demanifested atop an airport radio tower in the neighboring city -- served a purpose besides satiating his fascination, however. As a harbor of entry to the land of Fuyuki from abroad, there were few locations more convenient.

On the morning after the opening of the War, Assassin's preoccupation rendered itself justified: On the furthest lane from the administrative complex, a Servant's presence entered his awareness, descending from the skies in a private craft. Flitting foward, he visually confirmed the arrival of an opponent party.

'A Servant has arrived at my location with a magus, most likely of the Einzberns,' he thought. 'Judging by the presence she exudes, she is quite strong. Without further qualification, I would judge her to be the Servant of the Sword.'

There was a silence in his mind, but Assassin could faintly sense his Master considering the information.

'If the Servant you have just now encountered is indeed Saber, she can be eliminated as a perpetrator of the attack yesterday evening,' said Kotomine Kirei across their link. 'Lancer, Caster, Rider, and Berserker remain. Prioritize the identification of the former two. What is the situation with El-Melloi?'

From within the Nefesh, a female voice spoke: 'The magus has completed the final touches to his stronghold as of early this morning. The defenses are of robust construction, and we are incapable of penetrating the outer layers undetected. The identity of his Servant remains unconfirmed.'

'No matter,' said the priest. 'Put a tail on the Einzbern, but maintain surveillance of the airport and the JR Station until all Servants are accounted for.'

'Understood.'

//

Pulling along the small luggage he'd retrieved from a locker in the subway station, Berserker stepped into the palatial front lobby of the Fuyuki Grand Hyatt.

Ironic, he thought, that rather than the workings of magecraft -- which were empty nothings before the power of the Angels -- it was simple matters like the extravagance of the hotel interior that really brought it home how alien the world before the Second Impact was. The Japan he'd known as a child had been characterized by a minimalist utilitarianism, and before his arrival in Tokyo-3, he never imagined that anyone in their right minds could condone a waste of resources purely for cosmetic purposes. Trust his father to disabuse him of his notions ...

Kariya was not physically observing this engagement. Being the heir of the House Matou, his face was known, and if Berserker were to associate with him under surveillance, it would break his valuable anonymity. They'd agreed that it would be best for the both of them to act independently in public. On rendezvous at the condo, Berserker was to manifest directly within -- remaining astral within a rough seven hundred meter radius of the building's exterior.

This meant, of course, that if a given engagement required implements that were not Noble Phantasms -- the contents of the luggage, for example -- Berserker would have to physically obtain them from some secondary location away from the condo. It was a hassle, but that was the price of security.

Entering a restroom at the rear, he quickly confirmed that it was unoccupied, and moved a nearby floor-sign before the door to indicate that cleaning was in progress. Within, he opened his luggage and took out his first costume -- a porter's uniform.

Regardless of his mental age, Berserker was physically around fourteen. It was pushing it to think that he could believably disguise himself as a full member of staff -- but, squinting slightly as he checked his reflection in the mirror above the sinks, he felt like he could pull off the look of a youngish part-timer.

Back in the lobby, nobody seemed to notice anything strange as he commandeered a carriage for his one item of luggage. Pushing it into an elevator, he pressed the button to the ninth floor.

"Here goes nothing," he said to himself.

Kariya's proposed gamble rested on the assumption that the opponent's bounded field would fail to recognize Berserker as a Servant. Unlike members of the Assassin class, whose Presence Concealment was necessitated by the fact that they did, in fact, possess Servant presence, Berserker naturally exerted the same odic pressure on the environment as a normal human -- far weaker than what a Servant ought to exhibit. Kariya had claimed during their experimentation that he couldn't detect anything at all when Berserker went astral.

Was that enough to fool the enemy's defenses, though? Berserker found his heart pounding harder as the number on the floor indicator began to approach his destination. If this failed, he would undoubtedly be attacked -- and even if he managed to get away unscathed, their present plans would have to be rewritten from scratch ...

Six ...

Seven ...

Eight ...

He felt a strange sensation, similar to pushing through an Angel's AT-field. When it passed, the elevator door opened on the ninth floor anticlimactically. Relieved that no mystical forces rushed in to vivisect him, Berserker let out a sigh, and pushed the button for the thirtieth floor -- a level occupied by an Italian restaurant called Ristoranto Skyline. It seemed that the mission would proceed as planned.

"Phase two," he said.

//

On the rooftop, Lancer blinked.

A faint, unexpected presence had just entered his Master's suite. Not a Servant. It felt human -- but that was strange in and of itself. The only ones who could freely access the room were the hotel staff, and his Master had imposed a strong suggestion on the management that they were not to disturb him during the day unless there was an emergency.

Who was it, then?

Astralizing, he sank through ceiling. The sitting room was undisturbed, but the entrance to his Master's sleeping quarters had been opened, and at this short of a distance, he could sense a faint killing intent.

Lancer materialized through the door post haste, summoning his spears -- but it was a moment too late. The double prongs of the intruder's lance had sunken through his Master's hand -- right through the Command Seals. Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi gave off a pained scream, and Lancer felt their connection simply cut off. Furious, he fixed the enemy with a piercing glare, engraving its appearance within his mind -- the skintight black gear; the blooded crimson lance; and the bone-white skull mask. His Grail-granted knowledge supplied a name, and he understood precisely how this filthy creature dared to sully the War with such underhanded tactics.

"Assassin," he spat. "I should've known."
 

Prince Charon

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#8
deviatesfish said:
This last bit was great. Poor Kayneth.
:yay: True. He was as dickish as you'd expect from a magus of his caliber.
 

Coelacanth

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#9
Good. He deserves it. lol
 

biigoh

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#10
Indeed... Poor Waver Velvet. When you see him start to panic from Kayneth's words on what he intended to do to him... you kind of feel for him and that Kayneth is a complete dick.

Still, not a dick on the levels of Emiya and Maiya.
 

trevelyan1983

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#11
biigoh said:
Still, not a dick on the levels of Emiya and Maiya.
I sense much butthurt in you.

Just accept it - the Nasuverse is populated by dicks, assholes and cunts. Sometimes the dicks fuck the cunts, sometimes the dicks fuck the assholes . . .

"Emiya, Fuck Yeah! Asura is the only way now."

Anyway, yeah, this is a crazy idea Fallacies. Know what? It works.
 

MWkillkenny84

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#12
.... like father, like son, I suppose.
Because if I've read it right, Beserker!Shinji as disgiused himself as an Assassin and destroyed Kayneth's chances of victory in this HGW...
 

Prince Charon

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#14
deviatesfish said:
Here's to hoping that Kariya still dies.
OK, that I did not expect from you.
 

Genericrandom

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#15
This blows every Eva/FoZ I've read so far out of the water so much.

I mean, obviously, if you're going to summon madness and power you can only call on Shinji and Unit 01, but the idea of Shinji-01 vs. Gilgamesh? Even if it never happens, just for putting "Enuma-" "RAAAAWWWWRRRR!" in my head... this fic gets a gold star. <a href='http://muchmorethanmommy.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/gold_star.jpg' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Shameless theft.</a>

Enjoy, because you can believe I'll be enjoying the hell out of this story.

He's caster.

He's assassin.

He's an angel? No, worse. He's Berserker Unit-01. You guys are so fucked. :lol:
 

deviatesfish

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#16
What? I don't like Kariya. He looks like adult Hiraga Saito. Wears the same clothing... it's like if Saito had come home from Halkeginia...

Genericrandom said:
This blows every Eva/FoZ I've read so far out of the water so much.
You... you know this is Fate/Zero and not Familiar of Zero? XD

If we were talking about Nasuverse xovers with Exa, I'd still say I have a few oher favorites above this by either shear content or because there are many ingenious ideas all around.
 

trevelyan1983

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#17
deviatesfish said:
What? I don't like Kariya. He looks like adult Hiraga Saito. Wears the same clothing... it's like if Saito had come home from Halkeginia...
Most retarded reason for disliking a character ever.
 

Genericrandom

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#18
deviatesfish said:
Genericrandom said:
This blows every Eva/FoZ I've read so far out of the water so much.
You... you know this is Fate/Zero and not Familiar of Zero? XD

If we were talking about Nasuverse xovers with Exa, I'd still say I have a few oher favorites above this by either shear content or because there are many ingenious ideas all around.
I'm aware. However, other than ZnT/FoZ/whatever you want to call it, can you really think of any other series that summons people like these two? Point of a Familiarity, for example, is really really good. But it doesn't have Gilgamesh trolling around about to get curb-stomped by Unit-01.

Maybe you've got others you still like better, but I'm all about crack. Crack ideas, crack stories, things that make me laugh for reasons I don't even know, that's what I like in a story.

And this has that in so many spades it's not even funny. Furthermore, while I'm sure Excalibur can punch through his AT Field, how about after the Mad Enhancement activates? Or even assuming it doesn't work then (needing more of a mind to use it) well... he'll just grow parts back. And the looks on everybody's faces when that happens... yeah. FoZ lacks the heavy artillery needed to really provide a proper threat/counterpoint to Unit-01 to my knowledge, so this makes for better contrast imo. Your mileage? Might vary.

And assuming you meant Nasuverse/Eva crossovers, point some out, would you? This is actually the first I've come across myself.
 

MinusMagnus

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#19
I'm aware. However, other than ZnT/FoZ/whatever you want to call it, can you really think of any other series that summons people like these two?
I think that Dog Days and one of the Digimon mangas fit that criteria, but the former is far to lighthearted and the letter is, well, Digimon.

Nasuverse/Eva crossovers, point some out, would you? This is actually the first I've come across myself.
There is 'Evangel Notes' on ff.net and 'Angels With Clipped Wings' on the space battles forum. The first hasn't updated in a while and the other is still a little short.
 

Prince Charon

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#20
trevelyan1983 said:
deviatesfish said:
What? I don't like Kariya. He looks like adult Hiraga Saito. Wears the same clothing... it's like if Saito had come home from Halkeginia...
Most retarded reason for disliking a character ever.
No, there are worse ones. The worst I can think of is 'I hate one of his/her fans'.

'He/she looks like a character I hate' is pretty silly, but if you're a sufficiently visual person, perhaps understandable. Still fairly off, though.
 

Cherry_lover

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#21
Prince Charon said:
deviatesfish said:
Here's to hoping that Kariya still dies.
OK, that I did not expect from you.
Really? Because stupid over-reactions and arbitrarily-made decisions are exactly what I'd expect from Fish, to be honest.

Prince Charon said:
No, there are worse ones. The worst I can think of is 'I hate one of his/her fans'.
Which, strangely enough, is Fish's reason for hating Sakura....
 

zeebee1

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#22
Cherry, you might have some friends if you didn't go out of your way to antagonize people.
 

fallacies

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#23
Solenoid Flux
An Evangelion / Fate Zero Crossover Concept
Snippet #4: Zabaniya

//

In an electrical closet behind the Ristoranto Skyline, an aging technician cussed, moving the beam of his flashlight across the circuit breaker that serviced the hotel's security systems. Five such units were installed in the building -- each situated to protect a separate subdivision of the power infrastructure. A little more than seven minutes ago, something incredibly sharp had diced this one to bits.

"Locks to the guest rooms are goin' haywire," said a grainy voice from the radio in his hand. "Hard-drives for security footage are all fried too. How are things lookin' up there?"

Depressing the talk button, the technician replied, "We're gonna have to replace the breaker. It's a total loss. I'm supposin' whoever did this had a staff key, because the card-reader on the door ain't physically damaged."

There was a brief silence before the radio crackled to life again.

"Management's being unreasonable," said the voice on the other end. "Says she'll be holding us responsible for any complaints if we don't get things up and running again within the hour."

The technician sighed tiredly before depressing the button again.

"Tell her," he said, "that it's her own damn fault for switching everything over to digital."

//

Assassin was not an enemy with whom Lancer cared to exchange words; there was nothing to be said to a low villain who had discarded honor and respect merely to attain his ends. Abruptly thrusting forward the Gae Buidhe, he directed the blade at his opponent's neck, thinking to land a critical injury before astralization could occur.

The strike never landed.

The enemy Servant had delayed in raising his own lance to defend, but mere centimeters before the crimson spiral shaft, Lancer's blade-tip was met with a shimmering plane of translucent orange -- a barrier as unyielding as stone. Defensive thaumaturgy? Doubtful -- Assassins, in accordance to the rules of the Grail, were unqualified as users of magecraft. This was more likely a feature of the Noble Phantasm; perhaps a different expression of whatever principle it had exploited to destroy his Master's Command Seals.

'No apparent verbal invocation in either usage, though,' Lancer coolly observed, breaking the standstill and backing out of range as Assassin artlessly swung his double-pronged polearm. 'It would suggest that like my spears, the weapon has a passive or responsive effect.'

"F- fervor ... fervor, mei sanguis," said his Master breathily from the bed, clutching a profusely bleeding hand.

From a decorative porcelain vase by the windows, a silvery fluid oozed into the air, forming a perfect mirrored sphere -- the pride of Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi; the Mystic Code Volumen Hydragyrum. Warily, Assassin backed away, stepping toward the wall.

Glaring upon the Servant with unquenchable rage, the pureblood steadied his voice and lowly uttered: "Automatoportum defensio. Automatoportum quaerere. Dilectus incursio ... Scalp!"

The surface of the sphere rippled angrily in response -- and suddenly burst with countless blade-tipped tendrils, each the width of a jackknife. Initially arching outwards, their trajectories self-corrected and converged upon Assassin's location. The wall that had been behind the Servant was instantly obliterated, exposing the bedroom to the elevator hall -- but Assassin had scrambled aside in time to get away with only a few scratches.

'I erred in my haste,' thought Lancer, noting the injuries. 'The effect of the Noble Phantasm is neither passive nor absolute. It requires a minimum level of attention. If Assassin cannot notice an attack, the barrier fails to respond.'

He'd intended originally to pierce the barrier with the Gae Dearg, but the unexpected weakness of the Noble Phantasm permitted him to utilize a far more permanent countermeasure. Taking advantage of Assassin's preoccupation with the Volumen Hydragyrum, Lancer astralized and flitted to one of his blind spots, readying to again deploy the Gae Buidhe when the chance presented itself.

'Incomprehensible that a Servant so unsuited to combat would choose to stand his ground against two relatively strong opponents,' he thought, 'but these past minutes shall not be ones he lives to regret.'

Attempting and failing to impale the floating mercury with his weapon, Assassin overextended himself momentarily, opening his unarmored torso to attack. Lancer wasted no time in rematerializing and driving his yellow spear into the boy's gut. The Volumen Hydragyrum followed his lead, piercing Assassin with multiple tendrils.

For a moment, Lancer thought the enemy vanquished. Then, Assassin slowly turned his head. In a rough, rasping voice, he said one word.

"Zabaniya."

Throughout the engagement, Assassin had exhibited roughly the same odic pressure as a normal human being -- something Lancer had attributed to his class ability. Now, though, the presence exuded by the smaller Servant had suddenly become something indescribably wrong. As if the surface of the boy's black skintight garb had taken on the characteristics of a bog marsh, the Gae Buidhe began to sink deeper, seemingly of its own accord. It dawned upon Lancer that he'd misjudged the reason Assassin hadn't merely astralized and escaped. It wasn't out of foolhardiness or some misguided pride in his combat abilities.

'He was trying to deprive us of our weapons.'

In time with his Master's panicked withdraw of the Volumen Hydragyrum, Lancer forcefully yanked the Gae Buidhe free of Assassin's black, viscous flesh, falling back to his Master's side. The boy Servant regarded them, and by some trick of the light, Lancer felt as if the eye-slits of his bone mask were tilted in diabolical amusement.

Assassin did not attack again. Holding the double-pronged lance behind his back, he gave a theatrical bow, and exited through the hole in the wall to the corridor beyond the suite. Moments later, Lancer felt Assassin's presence vanish entirely.

Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi was close to hyperventilating.

"P- pursue him, Lancer," he said. "This ... this insult ... We cannot let it rest ... Go forth and destroy him!"

"Lancer will be doing no such thing," said a new voice.

Kayneth Archibald's fiancee, Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri, entered from the adjoining suite, smiling predatorily.

"I haven't the patience for your moods, Sola," said Kayneth, gritting his teeth. "I am commanding Lancer as his Master, and you shall not interfere."

Sola bared the back of her right hand. On her skin, a stylized crimson seal had manifested.

"I'm afraid you're no longer his Master, dear."

//

In the basement of the Hyatt, Berserker removed Kariya's bone mask and the remains of the Assassin costume from the basket of a laundry chute, haphazardly shoving them into a cloth knapsack. Through with his task, he allowed himself to collapse against a wall, experimentally brushing his hand to the injury on his stomach. Wincing slightly at the pain, he sighed when his palm came away wet with blood.

It wasn't a wound he couldn't forcibly heal, but it definitely wasn't regenerating as usual -- most likely, because of some curse effect imposed by Lancer's Noble Phantasm. Purging and reconstituting the damaged flesh the way the Angels did it would consume a large portion of his energy stores, and they were already significantly depleted from the Leliel trick he'd pulled during the fight. Any more than this, and he would be burning through prana faster than Kariya could comfortably provide.

He wondered if he'd be able make it out of the hotel without being noticed by enemy familiars in this state.

'Do you feel any pain when you're astralized?' asked Kariya over their link.

'Much, much less,' thought Berserker. 'Why?'

'Don't bother going home,' said Kariya. 'Hide the costume somewhere, and then rest up while astralized. I'll call you in a few hours.'

'Did you plot out our next step already or something?'

'Yeah,' said Kariya. 'If you're willing to go along with it, I'm making my debut in the War tonight ...'

//

Crossing the ticket gate at the Fuyuki JR Station, a brown-haired young woman pulled along her luggage, searching the crowd in the station lobby for her party.

"Ms. Ikari?" asked a female voice. "Ms. Ikari Yui?"

She turned. The person greeting her was a slightly older woman, who had the looks of a foreigner about her -- possibly half-Japanese and half-Caucasian.

"That would be me, yes," she said.

"You're a lot younger than I imagined," replied the older woman, laughing a bit awkwardly. "My name is Kyoko Sohryu-Zeppelin, and I'm an intern with the local branch of the Artificial Evolution Concern. I'll be your go-to person during your stay with us."

Behind Kyoko's skirt, a red-haired little boy peeked at Yui, who waved her hand at him.

"Hey," she said to him, smiling. "What's your name?"

Shyly, the boy ducked his face behind Kyoko.

"Let me introduce you," said Kyouko. "This is my son, Shirase Sohryu-Zeppelin."
 

shiki

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#24
My interest has risen many fold at this new revelation.
 

MTing

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#25
So, does Shinji need to speak out activation phrases to use the more dangerous Angelic powers?
 
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