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((OOC note: A Servant and a Master, in FSN, sometimes have visions about their partner's past. This is it. There are HEAVY SPOILERS FOR FATE/STAY NIGHT: UBW ROUTE. This is totally skippable, but if you're interested, you've been warned.))
"Let me make a contract. I shall give you my life after my death. I would like the compensation now."
It is impossible to think of a single person who does not have at least one thing they absolutely want. Something that they would be willing to destroy everything they have for. No person can be so self-righteous that they do not have one selfish desire for themselves. So, the man who went around saving everybody in his sight, must have had some selfish reason for recklessly running into fights to save people. Power, money, fame. There had to be some reason that he would risk his life, come out when he was needed and rescued others from an untimely demise. He would always show up right in time and be ready to help. Sometimes it was battles to the death. Other times it was just rescue missions. Nobody knew his name, knew his back story and he never stood around in one place for too long. It didn't matter to him what it was though - as long as the people he saw would smile.
That was his motivation. Not to see the people in his sight crying. If he could prevent it from happening, he would find a way. It was a motive he would never tell anybody, but one that could be seen in his compassionate eyes if looked at close enough.
He fought many battles. Never running, never knowing defeat. Many people thought he was strange and frankly he might not have looked like a hero. Not a built up man, but not particularly frail either. Nobody knew who he was and he sought to keep it that way. He hid away in different places around the country, waiting until disaster would strike. At that moment he would jump out and rush into battle. A watchful protector. Most heroes relish in the glory that comes after they have saved someone. He relished in the glory that came just from the very act of saving someone. That was what made him happy and so he continued, never looking back.
In the process, he was slowly destroying himself. The problem with trying to save everyone in immediate sight is that there is always one person he could never see, no matter how many battlefields he fought upon. He could not see himself and therefore he could not save himself. The boy had friends and even a lover. One by one they abandoned him, tired of seeing the boy slowly break himself into pieces by holding onto the ideal in his heart. To the vow he made as a child.
"--I'll make it come true."
At his last battle, during a merciless war between countries, he realize that his power alone could not save the people in his sight. That if he didn't do something, they would all die. In that moment he pleaded to the World to save them. It was the one time he asked for immediate compensation and he received it. The number of people he saved maybe only bridged into the hundreds, but that didn't matter. Even saving one life made that deal worth it.
His final resting place was a hill of swords. Steel blades of every different sort surrounded him. It was more like was cornered by the blades, as they trapped him upon that hill. Regardless of what it was, he smiled in satisfaction.
He was all alone. Alone just like he always was. Still he smiled and accepted his fate with no regrets.
That was ancient history. It is a tale so old that he cannot recall it in detail anymore. Maybe if he tried to, then perhaps he could recite it. But, he doesn't want to. So the unwritten accounts of this mysterious hero, who went around saving everyone in his sight, would never be written. If a hero saves somebody, but nobody writes of it, did he really even save anyone? Well, it didn't matter to him. He was never in it for the glory of being worshiped.
He just didn't want to see people crying.
[Action]
[What time is it?
Leeet's just say that it's completely dark outside, and if you're a good citizen, you should be in bed right now. In the case that you're not, however, and are wandering close to John Doe Park?
Are your ears deceiving you, or do you hear faint metallic clanking, or something of the sort? They seem to be muffled, but frequent. If you are a normal human approaching, gut instinct will tell you to go away and leave; what's over there shouldn't be witnessed by ordinary people, but of course, that never stopped anyone... As for the magically attuned, you might be able to tell that something's been set up over there to keep whatever that's happening in, but clearly the barrier isn't enough, because there is definitely powerlevels of some sort leaking out. So if you investigate?
Dare to come into the park and approach the source, and you notice that all the lights are out. Under the moonlight though, you may still make out a flurry of dark blue and crimson red darting by from ground to tree to lamppost to anything that could marginally be stood upon with a speed WAY too fast to be followed by average human eyes. The air is crackling with tension and filled with cold murderous intent: yes, they are MOST LIKELY trying to kill each other, and the pressure is definitely enough to freeze an ordinary spectator. If you can fight it off/actually be unaffected, then you'll just see two figures with clearly superhuman physical aptitudes in the midst of battle. ...Or more precisely--
They are machinegun (figuratively speaking...) spamming SWORDS at each other.
Yes, SWORDS. The dark blue shadow is chucking uniquely cross-shaped ones, whereas the red figure is firing blank ones in varying shapes and forms, but still simple in design. Yes, spamming. Like probably a dozen or so from EACH SIDES in less than a second when they're actually going at it, and the ground is teetered with stray swords all over the place. Some trees and branches have been cut off as a result too; anyone who dares step in to where the two are battle-engaged will literally come upon a field of blades. If you squint and really focus? You might catch a glimpse (sans the clockworks background, of course) of the actual fight going on.
Get close enough to start seeing more details and be noticed, though, and they'll immediately disengage, maybe even hide, unless you're the type who can REALLY conceal your presence well. Given that one is a Heroic Spirit Counter Guardian, and the other an elite Executor? You'd want to crit roll that stealth check. ...HOPEFULLY THEY STOPPED before you got too close, but the bajillion of SWORDS just LAYING on the ground would... PROBABLY still be telltale enough of what was going on, no matter if anyone is around.
TL;DR: Archer and Ciel are throwing swords at each other in the park. Both seem to have infinite ammo... But this is sparring okay it's not like they're legitimately trying to kill each other or anything... okay okay MAYBE A LITTLE but JUST A BIT...
WHAT DO?]
((OOC: JOINT POST WITH fatesjanitor. One or both may reply, and threads will be separate because three-ways are harder to keep track of. Threadjacks, however, would be imminent from both sides. o/))
"Let me make a contract. I shall give you my life after my death. I would like the compensation now."
It is impossible to think of a single person who does not have at least one thing they absolutely want. Something that they would be willing to destroy everything they have for. No person can be so self-righteous that they do not have one selfish desire for themselves. So, the man who went around saving everybody in his sight, must have had some selfish reason for recklessly running into fights to save people. Power, money, fame. There had to be some reason that he would risk his life, come out when he was needed and rescued others from an untimely demise. He would always show up right in time and be ready to help. Sometimes it was battles to the death. Other times it was just rescue missions. Nobody knew his name, knew his back story and he never stood around in one place for too long. It didn't matter to him what it was though - as long as the people he saw would smile.
That was his motivation. Not to see the people in his sight crying. If he could prevent it from happening, he would find a way. It was a motive he would never tell anybody, but one that could be seen in his compassionate eyes if looked at close enough.
He fought many battles. Never running, never knowing defeat. Many people thought he was strange and frankly he might not have looked like a hero. Not a built up man, but not particularly frail either. Nobody knew who he was and he sought to keep it that way. He hid away in different places around the country, waiting until disaster would strike. At that moment he would jump out and rush into battle. A watchful protector. Most heroes relish in the glory that comes after they have saved someone. He relished in the glory that came just from the very act of saving someone. That was what made him happy and so he continued, never looking back.
In the process, he was slowly destroying himself. The problem with trying to save everyone in immediate sight is that there is always one person he could never see, no matter how many battlefields he fought upon. He could not see himself and therefore he could not save himself. The boy had friends and even a lover. One by one they abandoned him, tired of seeing the boy slowly break himself into pieces by holding onto the ideal in his heart. To the vow he made as a child.
"--I'll make it come true."
At his last battle, during a merciless war between countries, he realize that his power alone could not save the people in his sight. That if he didn't do something, they would all die. In that moment he pleaded to the World to save them. It was the one time he asked for immediate compensation and he received it. The number of people he saved maybe only bridged into the hundreds, but that didn't matter. Even saving one life made that deal worth it.
His final resting place was a hill of swords. Steel blades of every different sort surrounded him. It was more like was cornered by the blades, as they trapped him upon that hill. Regardless of what it was, he smiled in satisfaction.
He was all alone. Alone just like he always was. Still he smiled and accepted his fate with no regrets.
That was ancient history. It is a tale so old that he cannot recall it in detail anymore. Maybe if he tried to, then perhaps he could recite it. But, he doesn't want to. So the unwritten accounts of this mysterious hero, who went around saving everyone in his sight, would never be written. If a hero saves somebody, but nobody writes of it, did he really even save anyone? Well, it didn't matter to him. He was never in it for the glory of being worshiped.
He just didn't want to see people crying.
[Action]
[What time is it?
Leeet's just say that it's completely dark outside, and if you're a good citizen, you should be in bed right now. In the case that you're not, however, and are wandering close to John Doe Park?
Are your ears deceiving you, or do you hear faint metallic clanking, or something of the sort? They seem to be muffled, but frequent. If you are a normal human approaching, gut instinct will tell you to go away and leave; what's over there shouldn't be witnessed by ordinary people, but of course, that never stopped anyone... As for the magically attuned, you might be able to tell that something's been set up over there to keep whatever that's happening in, but clearly the barrier isn't enough, because there is definitely powerlevels of some sort leaking out. So if you investigate?
Dare to come into the park and approach the source, and you notice that all the lights are out. Under the moonlight though, you may still make out a flurry of dark blue and crimson red darting by from ground to tree to lamppost to anything that could marginally be stood upon with a speed WAY too fast to be followed by average human eyes. The air is crackling with tension and filled with cold murderous intent: yes, they are MOST LIKELY trying to kill each other, and the pressure is definitely enough to freeze an ordinary spectator. If you can fight it off/actually be unaffected, then you'll just see two figures with clearly superhuman physical aptitudes in the midst of battle. ...Or more precisely--
They are machinegun (figuratively speaking...) spamming SWORDS at each other.
Yes, SWORDS. The dark blue shadow is chucking uniquely cross-shaped ones, whereas the red figure is firing blank ones in varying shapes and forms, but still simple in design. Yes, spamming. Like probably a dozen or so from EACH SIDES in less than a second when they're actually going at it, and the ground is teetered with stray swords all over the place. Some trees and branches have been cut off as a result too; anyone who dares step in to where the two are battle-engaged will literally come upon a field of blades. If you squint and really focus? You might catch a glimpse (sans the clockworks background, of course) of the actual fight going on.
Get close enough to start seeing more details and be noticed, though, and they'll immediately disengage, maybe even hide, unless you're the type who can REALLY conceal your presence well. Given that one is a Heroic Spirit Counter Guardian, and the other an elite Executor? You'd want to crit roll that stealth check. ...HOPEFULLY THEY STOPPED before you got too close, but the bajillion of SWORDS just LAYING on the ground would... PROBABLY still be telltale enough of what was going on, no matter if anyone is around.
TL;DR: Archer and Ciel are throwing swords at each other in the park. Both seem to have infinite ammo... But this is sparring okay it's not like they're legitimately trying to kill each other or anything... okay okay MAYBE A LITTLE but JUST A BIT...
WHAT DO?]
((OOC: JOINT POST WITH fatesjanitor. One or both may reply, and threads will be separate because three-ways are harder to keep track of. Threadjacks, however, would be imminent from both sides. o/))