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The HOLY GRAIL WAR Meme

Seven Masters, magi of the present day. Seven Servants, heroes of days past.One Holy Grail, granting whomever claims it a wish. Only one team of Master and Servant may claim it.
Who will it be?
For those unfamiliar with Fate/Stay Night or Fate/Zero, you can find a better explanation of the Holy Grail War here.

Instructions
1. Comment with your character. In the subject line, put that character's name, canon, and which role (Master, Servant, or either) you would like them to fulfill. Add other preferences if you would like. (NOTE: If your character can fill the role of Servant, I suggest you state which class(es) -- Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, or Berserker -- they fall into.)
2. Reply to others' comments. Pick your character's role (and the other character's if they list "Either" as their preference), then use the RNG to pick a scenario that fits the two characters' roles.
3. Enjoy! Though there might be triggers, depending on how the prompts are interpreted.

TWO MASTERS

1. Battle. Who says that Servants get to have all the fun? After all, most Masters try to kill each other, too. Whatever the circumstances, the two of you are locked in a fight. Neither of you are willing to use your Command Spells just yet, so no Servants here. Just two magi duking it out.

2. Alliance. There's a bigger threat out there. Either one Servant is exceptionally powerful, or the situation has changed and the participants need to take action aginst it. One way or another, you're teamed up with one of your rivals for the Holy Grail. How long will this last before you try to stab each other in the back? Or, will something more develop?

3. Protection. Uh-oh! One of you has lost your Servant! Unfortunately, there's no way you'd get to the church safely on your own, so the other one will help you get there! Or maybe you don't trust the priest presiding over the Holy Grail War and are giving shelter to them yourself? Given their track record, no one would blame you.

4. Death. One or both of you lay dying. It might have been by the other's hand, or by someone else's entirely. How will you spend your last moments in the presence of one of your rivals?

5. You, Too? Surprise! You may have been friends before, but you've just discovered that you're both Masters! How will you handle this revelation?

6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!

MASTER AND SERVANT

1. Are You My Master? The summoning is complete. Whether intentional or not, catalyst or not, a magus has summoned a Servant. What kind of meeting was it? Was everything totally under control, or did a hitch occur? Or maybe it happened in the middle of a life-or-death situation!

2. Identity. Either the Servant has flat out told the Master their identity, or they unleashed their Noble Phantasm. Either way, the cat is out of the bag. How will the Master react, now that they know their Servant's name and legend? Will anything change between the two?

3. Battle Aftermath. A battle has just ended. Who participated? Are either of you hurt? Did the Master have to use a Command Spell? Any number of things could have happened here.

4. Discord. Uh-oh. It looks like the Master and the Servant don't get along. Here come the arguments! Don't do something stupid, like waste a Command Spell over a triviality...

5. Love. And then, there's the opposite. Sometimes Masters and Servants fall in love with each other. How will this affect things?

6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!

TWO SERVANTS

1. Battle. This is what usually happens when two Servants meet -- they duke it out. This probably says enough as it is.

2. Alliance. There's a bigger threat out there. Either one Servant is exceptionally powerful, or the situation has changed and the participants need to take action aginst it. One way or another, you're teamed up with one of your rivals for the Holy Grail. How long will this last before you try to stab each other in the back? Or, will something more develop?

3. The Grail Dialogues. Maybe you're not interested in fighting just yet. Maybe you just want to sit down and talk with the other Servant. Find out what they want, what makes them tick. Get some wine while you're at it -- nothing like good wine to go with good talk!

4. Death. One or both of you lay dying...again. It might have been by the other's hand, or by someone else's entirely. How will you spend your last moments in this War in the presence of one of your rivals?

5. Identity. Congratulations, you've just learned each other's identities! Will this change the situation, or will you press onward?

6. Wild Card. Roll again, pick one of the previous options, or make one up!

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As Ren leans in Akira instinctively holds him close, one hand on the back of his neck as the other massages his breast. When Ren whimpers and speaks into his ear, he lets out a gasp, and his back arcs, pressing even further into Ren's hand.

"Please-- don't stop--"

[It's not the answer she wants, but it's the best she'll get out of Berserker for now. She nods, and on impulse, pats Berserker's shoulder.]

That's right. Remember, the faster we win, the sooner we can save the world.

[Even as they're talking, their base comes up within sight.]

[ Movies are still new to her. Even if she has knowledge of the modern era, it's still fascinating for her to sit and see pictures projected, pictures that move and speak and look real, as if by magic. So the suggestion of going to see one isn't unwelcome. They have a war to fight, but they also have feelings to muddle through. So she goes with the romantic comedy, noticing that he doesn't particularly approve of the second choice.

She's indifferent, herself. She's seen enough real blood and guts on the battlefield to last her for a lifetime, after all, and maybe trying to laugh will make things easier. The real attraction, for her, is the food. The candy, the popcorn, the sugary-sweet drinks. Food is her main vice and she will willing devour as much of it as she can, feeding a near bottomless appetite. She's munching on handful of popcorn when their hands brush and she glances at him. The tingle of sensation fades, but she wonders about it.

Tries to decide if this means anything. He's still pining, isn't he? She's not sure of what to do with that. Of how she feels, if she should feel anything at all, which is further confused by his feelings. He wants her to be someone she isn't and can't be.

Can she really provide anything that won't just be disappointment?

The lights dim. The projector flickers to life and she leans forward slightly as the previews begin (even these are interesting to her), but she keeps an eye on him. Sort of. She leaves her hand dangling. Almost an invitation or maybe she's just distracted. The movie itself is that saccharine sweetness and the comedy of errors that most romantic comedies are.

Saber doesn't "get" all of it, but it's entertaining enough. ]

[His Master is a meticulous and cautious one. Good. That sort of personality worked well with him. He's always been fond of those who took great care in hedging their bets -- such a mindset meshed with his naturally analytic mind.

Saber idly twirls the cane that serves as his "sword." Around and around it goes.]

What exactly would you wish from the Grail?

[Maybe his timing wasn't the best? Ah, but if he put it off, he'd find an excuse to keep putting it off for the rest of his contract. Archer never liked his name -- it's such a complicated mess -- but Sakura's admission that she doesn't know him? It eases some tension he didn't know he held. He flicks up his hat and freely laughs.]

You're a weird girl! [BILLY DON'T BE RUDE!] Not a lotta people would call a criminal "easy to work with."

[He grins and teasingly adds:]

Or maybe you're just sayin' it to make me feel better?

[Caught, like a mouse in a trap. Holmes, who's crouched between two large pieces of rubble, looks up at her with the startled expression of a cat who's been scooped up by its owner. He's more concerned with whether she'll crush him on the spot, but when she speaks--]

Aha!

[And, just like that, Holmes rights himself. Springs to his feet, with newfound energy.]

Florence Nightingale! I knew I've seen that face before! My, my, what's happened to you? This is quite the unusual dilemma to be in!

Awww, be a pal!

[And right after he set their rules...! Billy knows what Robin's trying to do. It doesn't matter. He's sure that even if he was passed out, he'd still wipe the floor with him.

He places down his hand. Two Queens. Instead of the cigarettes, he reaches for the cards to deal a new hand.]

Mistreatin' your connections is a sure way to die out in the West.

[She stares, bewildered by the response. It takes a few moments for her to re-focus. No, now isn't the time to scold for smoking. No, no... not now. Her Madness rebels but she forces it down. The results of that would be painful later but now this was more important.]

Ahem. Yes, well. It's 'Berserker' for the moment, sir, but yes. [It was very unusual and she wasn't sure what happened.] I'm not not sure what's happened other than some fool of an occultist roped me into another war. Bah, what idiots these green mages are... turning London into their own personal battlefield for a mere cup!

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[Yes... yes, they were doing the right thing. Saving lives. The one purpose she had to strive for. She relaxes under her Master's touch.]

Yes...yes, of course. Those old fashioned fools can't truly save the world.

[Like she can.]

[ WHAT A BULLY… Sakura’s hands fly up, her fingers splayed wide as she waves them in front of herself. ]

That’s not it at all!

[ Said with, probably, the most emphasis ever. Her eyebrows draw together and her mouth turns down into a tiny frown as she adds: ]

I only meant that we’ll be able to come up with better strategies like this… [ In fact, she’s still not entirely sure how to feel about working with a criminal. Even if she isn’t exactly the most upstanding citizen herself, sometimes. ] You do want to win the Holy Grail, don’t you?

[ He's a Saber for a reason, Jeanne thinks, a little absentmindedly. That amount of destruction, tempered by a stern will, unlike the haphazard recklessness of a Berserker... from all that she's observed in this holy war, Saber remains a strong contender.

Not that it really matters at this point in time. They've defeated the evil here, and Jeanne breathes out softly in air that's no longer thickly stagnant with poison, moving over to the unconscious victims to check pulses and to begin lifting them up. She'll need to get them home, properly, but she glances in Saber's direction. ]

Thank you. For your aid, I'll reward you properly, though I'm afraid it will have to wait for a later time.

[ Disconnected thoughts and feelings seem to plague Berserker's mind. Of course, she's no psychic and can't say what the problem is just from that short recollection. Or if it's even fixable in his current state as a Servant. But the way he recounts the events makes her think that there is a subtle difference between what he does, what he feels, and what he remembers, made even worse by the madness encroaching on him. His thought process is probably very messy, for lack of a better word.

But his mind isn't just filled with white noise either, is it? There is a moment of clarity too when he shows his more lovable sides. Like now, with his hand on hers, concerned about her well being. It would be hard to not feel any protective sentiment towards him. (Or maybe she just has weakness for such gestures)

Yurika sighs lightly. ]

I see. That's why ... [ She withdraws her hands from his arm which has now healed perfectly; the only trace of the open wound is the bloodied and torn sleeve. But instead of withdrawing completely though, she tenderly holds the hand Berserker reached out with. Even though their hands are about the same size, his feels more fragile somehow. It should other way around, right?

Maybe it's because she knows he's afraid.

She inwardly prays to Assassin's Master, asking him to forgive her. She knows what Berserker did was wrong. But with how he is now, she can't bring herself to punish him. Instead, she'll make sure nothing like this happens ever again. That's all she can do.

After sending off that small prayer, her expression softens into a tired smile, showing him no- she's not mad. Just a little sad maybe. ]

Then shall we make a promise? I will swear never to risk myself like that. But I want to make this promise with to you, not a nameless Berserker.

So what I want to ask is ... won't you tell me your true name?

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[ The tension in his shoulders fades as he chances a glance back over his shoulder towards Jeanne- then towards the small group of motionless victims as she checks for their vital signs. He stands there for only a second or two, approaching even as she speaks to him of a reward. The way he closes the distance between them, it's almost like he didn't hear that last part. No, there was a far more pressing matter at hand now that Caster had been eliminated.

A frown mars the blond swordsman's lips as he kneels down beside a small child. But it seems like they weren't too late. Miraculously so as his gaze softens, pulling the young one into his arms and lifting them up. ]

You wanna lead the way? [ This wasn't the job of a Servant like him. But if Cloud simply walked away, he knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He could care less about a reward, nor was he doing this to gain her further favor either. ]

[She can't help but laugh at that. Old fashioned fool...that's a good descriptor for Kayneth, and for the elders of her family who chose Bram over her.]

You'll show them how mistaken they were, won't you? Once you win the Holy Grail, they'll all know how strong you are, how strong we are.

[None of them care as much as she does. Even Rider is just a man who wants to continue the glory of his past. She... she cared. She was the only one who could do it.]

Yes. [Maybe it's the Madness driving her, ignoring how this was going against what she really wanted. She nodded firmly.] What use could it be for them? To rebuild some lost dream? Some long dead kingdom or empire? Utter foolishness! Annoying, frustrating, absolutely unnecessary! To waste such effort on the decaying past is unforgivable. One might as well wish for eternal youth: it won't do anyone any good.

[She looks at him more closely now, curious. It's a perfectly ordinary question to ask, probably one of the most obvious questions a Servant could ask a Master. Still, it surprises her. With all her planning, it's something she's hardly given any thought to.]

Oh, I don't have any particular wish. I'm going to win the Grail, that's all.

I'm not really that great. I mean, I didn't inherit my family's magic crest, or anything like that...

[ Her words trail off a little awkwardly, sounding a little self deprecating which even shines through her smile. ]

Well, we can't win the War if we don't defeat them.

[ Sheena laughs a little under her breath. ]

That's kind of you to say, but I'd rather not make a habit of it. We'll be prepared next time.

[ Best not to grow too reliant on good luck. Could you imagine what a disaster it would've been if Berserker was a more intelligent, faster, or more resilient in regards to her mirage seals? Sheena's pretty happy with not being squashed into a pancake and would really prefer to keep it that way.

Ah, so that's why Rider hasn't said anything about names before now... that has to get tiring after a while. Always being known by a title. But he clearly has good reasons, and Sheena won't insist otherwise, only acknowledging his explanation with a sort of "oh well, what can you do" shrug. It's doubtful his name would really get any recognition from her anyway considering her non-mage background.

She's happy to leave it at that and focus on binding up her ribs for the night instead, but just as she's eyeing the door to the washroom (and the towels within, since she could tear those into strips easily enough) he speaks up again. ]

Cloud?

[ That's unusual. She studies his face quite seriously after the admission, rolling the name around in her head for a moment or two of thoughtful silence. At least until she apparently decides it suits him far better than his Servant class, sombre expression giving way to a single decisive nod. ]

I like it. Alright, Cloud it is.

[ It definitely feels right. Being on a first name basis should help foster teamwork during downtime, after all. ]

( kurt doesn't glance to the screen very much — he watches saber, the mirroring of hues and shadows in her gaze, as if bursting stars and milky constellations, listening to the wet swallowing of her treats, noting the glossy shimmer the film casts upon her lips and irises.

just as he expects the credits to roll, the plot ribbon-wrapped — there is a love scene, but perhaps to term it as such would be an insult to the romantics of the past, princesses in glass caskets and secret balcony farewells, as the actors fumble with their clothing: the girl merely drops her blouse, undergarments beneath, per the rating, but the boy loses a leather-greaser jacket, a plain tee-shirt, thick-muscled hands reaching for the jingling zipper of jeans —

and he slips from his seat, to the public restroom, wetting his primary-red cheeks with a thin trickling of tap water, but it too is warm, flavored of coins. kurt waits one minute, then five, but the jejune joy of the movie has faded; he can't bear to return to the final act of simulated sex, especially discomforting after the shared intimacies of early morning. rather, he texts saber, and hopes that the hand-me-down flip-phone, with a few broken keys and faded, false-lacquered shell, will rumble to tell her: )

i'm feeling a little sick. just a summer cold! i'll wait in the lobby for you.

( his throat is, after all, a little sore; barely a lie — he tries not to think, of diseases exchanged through kisses. kurt could even purchase a bottle of foul, imitation-fruit cough syrup, if it assures saber. )

[Sola-ui's smile grows almost hysterical at this rant.]

No, these idle remnants of the past will never help anybody. We're the only ones who understand that.

[She does not see her own wishes as the same. After all, she fights to make a better future for herself.]

[She takes a deep breath, calming herself down.]

By the way, Berserker, how exactly are the other teams doing? I trust Rider survived without much damage?

[Was she talking to her Master or to herself? She wasn't sure. If she could openly deny the validity of the other Servants then it would make her the best option as the winner. If they all would use it for selfish means then so what if she had to dirty her hands? What was a bit of heartache if it meant results? That was her creed for so long why should she change now?

She had to continue. She had to.] Exactly! We win. That is all that matters. Saving lives... no matter the cost!

[It doesn't even matter that her Master will likely use the Grail for herself. She'd save even her. After all, wasn't that the one thing Berserker had left? Her friends perished before she did, as did her close family. The comrades she made in the war were long forgotten, mere footnotes. She had--

Berserker stops entirely, blinking. She shakes her head, not at the question but rather to try to clear her mind. Right, right.]

Yes. That chariot of his allowed him to escape much harm.

[ The night began with such a suffocating sense of dread, a feeling that only continued to ebb away as the foundation between the two was truly set. Although now things would only get more difficult for the ninja now that she'd accepted her role as a Master. Yet despite this, she was still able to laugh and adapt. For force of will was uncanny, even among the most qualified of magi. For the man who called himself Cloud? He actually liked having someone like Sheena over a more strict or 'by the books' Master.

For someone who was supposed to be a 'legendary hero', summoned from a distant time and place to do battle, Rider seemed rather at home in this environment. Which is why when he spots her eyes trailing to the door towards the washroom, he wonders if she was potentially thinking the same thing he was. ~~One of these days, they were going to need to find something to disagree on.~~ To that end, he nods in kind when she accepts the name offered to her before getting up from his chair, walking past the bed. ]

How're your ribs? [ She'd taken a rather rough blow. If it wasn't for the fact they'd be sitting ducks and kept for an unnecessary amount of time, Cloud might have considered a hospital. But Cloud trusted her, he muses, opening the door to the bathroom. ] I'm pretty sure nobody's gonna miss a couple towels.

[ Saber is honestly so absorbed in the movie that she almost doesn't notice him leave. She does, of course. It's her duty to keep him safe. He's only going to the restroom, though, so she waits with a sense of patience as the movie wraps itself up. The love (sex) scene is a little awkward for her to sit through, but the rest of it is fun enough. It's sweet and it wraps up as these things usually do, with a sense of celebration and two people ready to face the world together. As the credits start to roll, she checks her phone and frowns.

Not great.

She's out in the lobby in a few minutes and she beelines for Kurt, dumping ther emains of her concessions into the trash. ]

Are you not feeling well? A summer cold?

[ She feels his forehead, seeming very concerned about the whole thing. ]

We should go home straightaway and get you into bed!

[Robin curses under his breath and tosses his own cards back on the table, reaching for his drink to take a swig. it was a three and a nine.

cards with Billy is way more tolerable when he's drunk as fuck.]

Not in the West, are we? [after taking his swig, he sets the glass back on the table and lights his smoke. he draws in a deep breath and then exhales before speaking again.]

How is this mistreating you, anyway? If anything, I'm sparing you from Master saying you smell bad again.

[ It really is comical how in-tune they are with each other, isn't it... ]

Ah... honestly, pretty sore. [ Bruised, definitely. Possibly even fractured, but she's confident the bones aren't broken when she does press on the area gently with two fingers. Which... she immediately regrets because ow. ] Could be worse.

[ She could be dead. That's way worse.
Sheena's no stranger to pain or long healing periods but it'll hardly be necessary to slog through it all if they can find some healing items in the morning. One night of iffy sleep won't kill her.

She'd chuckle at Cloud's initiative if the first amused huff didn't already hurt like the dickens. ]

Better than nothing, for sure. By the way... [ Oh, man. She's so bad at this sort of thing. Sheena awkwardly stares out the open window instead of, y'know, actually looking at him like a functioning adult. ] Thanks. For saving me earlier.

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