Q: Looking at the parameter rules and various attributes in Fate, I got the feeling that it was something that could be made into a game outside the visual novel genre. Were you hoping to make another type of game as well?Makkurona said:
| From Rubble to Dust |
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| Manga depictio The voice in the hole stopped. The next instant, countless bits of rubble launched from the hole in the wall. If you told someone that an oversized cannon had been loaded with debris and fired, they would have believed you. In fact, they would have had difficulty believing anything else. Hansa took several things that looked like sword hilts from his pocket, and tucked them between the fingers of both his hands. A moment later, silvery blades materialized on the hilts, and gave Hansa's hands silhouettes like giant claws. Black Keys — Hilts that manifest blades when magical energy is passed through them. One of an executor's essential armaments. Without taking a breath, Hansa kicked off the floor, and met the rubble head-on. The priest's arms swayed like heat haze. A moment later, the rubble buckshot, which had included chunks of concrete a meter across, turned to mist and blew through his body. To be more precise, it only appeared to blow through him. The rubble in front of Hansa was being had been smashed to dust piece by piece, and scattered through the lobby. What speed, what swordsmanship, must he have had to accomplish such a feat? The chief just barely managed to follow the movements with his eyes, but if asked if he could have kept up with them, the answer would be no. "No wonder you kept your cool when we had you surrounded," the chief muttered. "Who knows?" Hansa answered without turning. "Your Noble Phantasms don't work on Dead Apostles, but they would on me. It all comes down to 'compatibility.' If specs decided everything, the Holy Grail War would be a scramble to summon Berserker." ... Hansa was about to stave off the umpteenth volley of rubble, when he glimpsed a fabric he recognized through a gap in the airborne debris. The instant he realized it was the suit Jester had been wearing, Hansa disposed of the largest of the rubble and crossed his Black Key "claws" in front of his heart, taking his chances with the rest. Jester's knifehand thrust into that very spot with the force of a pile bunker. Jester leapt again, trying to follow up his attack on Hansa, who had been flung backwards by the force of the impact. Hansa, on the other hand, attempted a counterattack of his own. Black Key blades and Dead Apostle claws clashed. As knifehand met blade, unbelievable metallic clangs and the smell of burning flesh began to fill the room. |
| Agent Smith is Alive |
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| Manga depictio When Hansa reached the rooftop, he received a submachine gun baptism. Jester made the police special forces weapon, which he must have borrowed without anyone noticing, spit out a hail of bullets. At the same time, he let loose with a shotgun — also police equipment — in his left hand. A quantity of projectiles sufficient to make mincemeat of any ordinary man closed in on Hansa. Just then, however, Hansa's body seemed to sway like a heat haze. He evade most of the bullets without even using his Black Keys, and batted some of them out of the air with this own hand. The scene, straight out of an action movie, drew unaffected praise from Jester. "Indeed, of all the executors I've seen, you are the top of the class!" "Flattery won't get me to go easy on you." "I merely stated fact. That strength of your... Could you be part of the 'Burial Agency' I've heard so much about?" There is an organization, called the Burial Agency, made up of the very best of the executors. It's members have the power to do battle with the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors," known as the pinnacle of vampire-kind. Their name was passed down among the Dead Apostles, who they would, it was said, occasionally slaughter solo, as a legend, a terror, and a warning. Jester had brought up the Burial Agency to express respect for his opponent's strength. Hansa, however, wiped the complacent smile from his face, and scowled slightly as he spoke. "The Burial Agency...? Me?" The priest shook his head in apparent disgust, as if to say, "You don't know anything." "You say some funny things, corpse. The likes of me doesn't hold a candle to them. I can't have you putting me on the same level." "What?" Jester furrowed his brows. "True, I can deal you lot the damage of a nuclear missile or a chemical weapon, but no manmade weapon could ever measure up to those exalted personages who walk the Lord's shadow! Each one of them administers cataclysm, executes the Lord's very works... They destroy evil that has trespassed in the Lord's domain with the Lord's own power. That is their domain as the pinnacle of the executors. Comparing them to the likes of me is nothing but an insult." Hansa quietly steadied his breathing, and assumed what appeared to be a serious stance. "You've only trespassed in man's domain. So I will destroy you... with human power!" |
| Throwing Money Away |
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| Manga depictio The old priest watched them go, when something soundlessly shot forth from his right hand. Perhaps by some special technique, a metallic plate hurled from the priest's hand with the speed of a bullet. Until several decades ago, the blue coin had been used as a high-value chip in the casino below the church. In the next instant, Hanza's arm twisted at an impossible angle, caught the coin, and soundlessly returned the throw as swiftly as it had come. When the old priest effortlessly caught the coin, it crumbled in his hand. He looked and saw that the metal coin had fallen apart into sixteen equal portions, like a pizza. "Ah, sorry. I thought your skills had rusted since you were so glued to your phone. Hm." Hanza turned slowly to face the old priest, who shrugged. Then, with a guileless smile on his face, the priest sarcastically murmured, "You could use some action yourself, Father." |
