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Vs Wiki Holy Grail War: Fate/Ghost Deathathon

Such talented Magecraft.As expected of a Caster.

"Could you make something for our Masters to help them from attacks from the other servants or their masters?"

Red Team.
 
Iapitus The Impaler said:
"Anyway, I have a request. Saint Nicholas, do you have access to any magic tomes, or history books on magic. I am going to need to do a lot of preparation and research."

Caster produces a book seemingly out of nowhere. He flips it open to a page with the design of a particular sword in it. He pulls up the sleeve of the arm that is holding the book, and the various glyphs and tatoos glow. in the opposite hand, a golden sword appears

"If any of you need additional equipment, let me know"

(To Red Team)
"Sadly. I am not a man of wizardry and the occult, had I known about it whilst alive why, I might have adopted it's usage myself. However in this new life granted to me by the Holy Grail, I seem to bear innate occult abilities. I believe I can slow down my personal time, but other than that I am quite "in the closet" as you fresh hip youngins would say!"

"WAIT!" I, the master, hollar.

"I have this... Err, journal? I don't know I bought this shit off a meth addict spellcaster. Have the shit is ineligible, although it DOES tell you how to manifest temporary anti abortion protest signs!" Says I, the master, attempting to be of use.

Are you ******* stupid?, the master thinks to himself. what kind of an EVIDENTLY knowledgeable wizard would require a spell book written by a ******* meth addict? I'm pretty sure he could invert your entire ******* body '

Shut up me, you know how hard helping people makes me...
 
Blue Team

Caster POV


My ears perk up at the voice of the (Lancer's) Master.

"While I would rather not wait, the man is right on one account. Do one of us possess a method to locate our enemies? While I am a Caster, such things are not my focus."
 
Santa's been told the wrong information by the Grail. No one has ever said that. It's a good thing he doesn't know enough to feel any shame.

Red Team.
 
Team Blue

@Blank

Overlord775 said:
"I know that she's very good with swords, but not much else. Also we should present each other. So, my name's Kiro. "
My master responds to Rorik
@Edwell

"Sure"

I then I try to grab the amulet that I wear around my neck and that I put inside my armor, that being New Moon, my most trusted Noble Phantasm.

To my supprise, it's not there.

I am about to freak out, but then I calm myself down.

I'll have to ask my master about it later.

I then reach behind me and unsheat the Moonlight Greatsword, a quite large sword with a bright cyan locoled blade and golden handle [basically the moonlight greatsword from DS2, but only as big as Excalibur proto], which depite the size I can easilly one hand thanks to my tremendous strength.

I pull it foward, so that Rider can have a good look at it.

"Your turn"

I then say to her
 
@Dragon

"I can indeed create weapons for our masters. However, I think it is unwise to have our masters anywhere close to the battle field. I can 'teleport' myself and others to places I have been, or as far as my line of site. It would probably be a better strategy to give our masters weapons, and then I can send them somewhere safe and unknown if they have one available"
 
(Red team)

My master, "While id rather not run that is likely the best strategy" he says still out of breath.
 
Think about it ********, you have no ******* clue about magic, sure you have quality of life shit like BONG conjuration, but how the **** is that going to help you in a LITERAL mage war to the death?!? thinks me to myself. Wait... Why the **** am I thinking in the third person? I mean, sure it's the typical thing to do when berating yourself, but I'm pretty sure that doing it outside of that is ******* weird

I mean, can't I just ask one of these guys about their magi-

you ******* idiot, think about it, half the people here look like hot anime character's, anime is from Japan. MEANING that some Japanese values must me in place, and in Japan it's considered taboo to refer to someone by their first name MEANING that magic probably falls under the same stature

Bro, how the **** is magic like a Japanese persons first name, that is literally the stupidest shit I've ever heard, it's so stupid that it's shoving itself up your ass, and coming out of it's mouth. I wasnt even planning on saying it but you know what? I think I might do it JUST to spite you


"I don't wanna sound rude but... Could one of y'all teach me some magecraftery? I mean, as practical as needle and bong generation is, it's not really that useful in a mage fight to the death with historical figures" I say

"As much as the boy's obsession of needlework and 'bong' generation concern me, I suppose he's right. He does lack the magical knowledge typical of a 'hip' mage much like yourselves. And I am CLEARLY in no position to teach him. Perhaps could one of you do so?

[Obligatory: To the Red Team]
 
"So where are our allies?"

"They are in this airport somewhere. Berserker, find someone."

"I'm going to do that without an order from you. Also don't call me Berserker, call me Bedman."

I walked within the airport for a while until I saw someone. He has a sword. I bet he is a Saber.

"So, are you our Saber?" I asked from ten meters away.

(Blue team, to Over btw)
 
PsychoWarper said:
(Red team)
My master, "While id rather not run that is likely the best strategy" he says still out of breath.
"Glad you agree. Do you have anyone you can stay with? I can give you a weapon to harm servants should you need to, and take you to a secluded location, maybe a monastery or something. Don't forget, you can call your servant to your side should there be any trouble" (Red Team)
 
"Glad you agree. Do you have anyone you can stay with? I can give you a weapon to harm servants should you need to, and take you to a secluded location, maybe a monastery or something. Don't forget, you can call your servant to your side should there be any trouble" (Red Team)

"I do say, could you please give one to my master?" Says Santa with a twinge of nervous concern in his voice, as is indicated per it's wobbling akin to a plucked string.

"As much as his desire to aid other's be, he is... Quite weak, as much as it pains me to say, all I request is something minimal, just enough to keep him from death itself rearing it's ugly head at his door"
 
DragonEmperor23 said:
[ so you know Projection but just Bongs? Is your Origin Bongs?? ??? ]
[I mean, my origin is either Bongs, a Selfless Bong, or Worthlessness, since this kid sucks ass at all magic. Maybe a worthless selfless bong?]
 
"I meant something like armor that could defend against a blow or two and maybe something to help them evade the servant."


Red Team.

[ I don't think origins can be more than one word ]
 
DragonEmperor23 said:
"I meant something like armor that could defend against a blow or two and maybe something to help them evade the servant."


Red Team.

[ I don't think origins can be more than one word ]
"Thank you, while I can't make it worth your while as of now, if you need anything, I will be at your Beck and call, speaking of... Master! I've talked our friend here into giving you an immaculate chestplate capable of toughing the strongest of blows!"

"Dude not gonna lie, does you have like. High tier charisma?"

"Ha ha! You could say that!"

[Shit. I guess my origin is either Worthlessness or Yearning]
 
@Dragon

Severing and Binding is more than one word. They just tend to be one word most of the time.

@Swathing

Worthlessness actually works as an Origin.
 
[ @Anon okay then why does he only know how to make bongs, there's no difference between projecting one thing and another unless your Origin stops you ]
 
[I think those are just mental issues he has. Swathing's master is kinda useless and learnt from a book written by a magus who used his thaumaturgy to get high more easily.]
 
[Since this have become a mess, I'm just gonna skip a little, and speak with Rider of Blue next]

Blue team

After I've done some smallchat with Saber, I goes around some mores and lay my eyes on a certain lady.

"Hello, nice to meet you...Said, you happen to know something right?"
 
"I still haven't summoned my servant" says a man with straight black hair and a white suit. He angrily waves his command seals, which are patterned in the shape of a cross.

"The ritual keeps being interupted every time I try. It's as if I'm cursed"
 
Monarch Laciel said:
"I still haven't summoned my servant" says a man with straight black hair and a white suit. He angrily waves his command seals, which are patterned in the shape of a cross.
"The ritual keeps being interupted every time I try. It's as if I'm cursed"
Here's your chance for joyhere'syourchanceforjoyHERE'SYOURCHANCEFORJO-

"Uh. ex-xcu-use me s-sir? Per-rh-haps-s I c-cou-uld h-help you w-with y-your summ-moning rit-tual? I h-have some Pr-r-ran-na I can sp-pare!"

WHAT THE **** WAS THAT STUTTER YOU ********, YOU SOUND LIKE AN INCONFIDENT **** god I'm sorryimsorryimsorryimsorry

[Again, italics that don't have quotes between them are THOUGHTS, not vocalizations]
 
"It's not the prana that's the problem. I have plenty of that. And I certainly don't need someone incapable of performing the simplest spell without stuttering the chants into nonsense! The issue is that despite me holding the feather of an archangel's wing, not one archangel is answering my call!"

Meanwhile in a comfortingly warm and bright place place made of clouds and gold on the reverse side of the world...

"The vile man is attempting to bid us once moe. That makes the fifth time today. Michael, should'st thou truly smite him and be done with it?"

"Nay. Gabriel 'tis not our place to strike down the magi, sinners they may be. Barachiel, surely thou had been content to be summoned? doth thou not crave a new chance to spread god's benisons?"

"Not with this one. His heart is black. 'tis not god's benisons he needs, yet god's light
"

"Then Uriel?"

"If She may be content, yet I know not where she is"


"Haply on earth, 'i the guise of mankind. I shall find her and inform her"
 
Monarch Laciel said:
"It's not the prana that's the problem. I have plenty of that. And I certainly don't need someone incapable of performing the simplest spell without stuttering the chants into nonsense! The issue is that despite me holding the feather of an archangel's wing, not one archangel is answering my call!"
Meanwhile in a comfortingly warm and bright place place made of clouds and gold on the reverse side of the world...

"The vile man is attempting to bid us once moe. That makes the fifth time today. Michael, should'st thou truly smite him and be done with it?"

"Nay. 'tis not our place to strike down the magi, sinners they may be. Barachiel, surely thou had been content to be summoned? doth thou not crave a new chance to spread god's benisons?"

"Not with this one. His heart is black. 'tis not god's benisons he needs, yet god's light
"

"Then Uriel?"

"If She may be content, yet I know not where she is"


"Haply on earth, 'i the guise of mankind. I shall find her and inform her"
****, WE CAN'T HELP, wecantfuckinghelpwecantfuckinghelpwecantfuckin-

"I h-h-hav-ve an id-dea, p-p-pas-ss m-me the f-feather pl-lease" my stutter rages on, it descends and ascends in totality, like the rhythmic booming of a box of boom, or a bar of soap gliding across a wet floor (┬░┬║┬ñ├©,┬©┬©,├©┬ñ┬║┬░`┬░┬║┬ñ├©,┬©,├©┬ñ┬░┬║┬ñ├©,┬©┬©,├©┬ñ┬║┬░`┬░┬║┬ñ├©,┬©)

okay, bold of you to ask the MAGIC MAFIA MAN for his angel feather, but sure. Whatever, it's not like he can KILL us or anything
 
The man glares at the child and pulls the feather back from waving it.

"Certainly not!. I'll go try again. I will force those angels to come to me!"
 
Monarch Laciel said:
The man glares at the child and pulls the feather back from waving it.
"Certainly not!. I'll go try again. I will force those angels to come to me!"
He's clearly pissed don't say shi-

"I was g-gon-nna say that perhaps they won't-t head y-your b-beck and ca-all since they per-rceive you as 'of sin'. Having someone that they perceive as of 'less sin' would perhaps enable the summoning, which you then c-c-c-con-ntr-ract w-with" I say, my nerves exceeding their bounds and maximizing how much of a nervous **** I am.
 
Monarch Laciel said:
The master shoots the kid in the shoulder with a sickening curse.
"ARRRGH!" I hollar

"What was that for!? He was merely sharing a theory! He clearly extrapolated what he knows of biblical lore and attempted to contextualize your situation utilizing said lore biblical!" Nicholas is angered, but it's a calm wrath

"I can admit, sure he was rude, but he didn't intend to be! All he wanted to do was aid you! He wanted you to achieve your desires! Can't you see that? The innocence in him? He doesn't give less a shit about that angel's feather of yours, it has no meaning to him! Even if it did, he wouldn't take it as you clearly went through ordeal upon ordeal to obtain it!"


"He just wanted to help someone in need of it...."
 
The master glares at the servant, which probably takes a lot of self-confidence, a lot of anger, or a lot of stupidity.

"Why don't you go back to spying on underaged kids in their beds Nick"

He goes back to the summoning circle and starts chanting again.

Meanwhile

"I be not sure e'en Uriel shall want this one"


"Haply she shall regard of it as a challenge"

""That doth resemble Uriel"


"Greetings friends, raphael bid me? what doth thou want?"

"Oh, Uriel. A black-hearted sinner attempts to summon us. He needs god's light"

"Black hearted?"

"The blackest"

"Let me at him"
 
(To Red team)

Still breathing heavy my master says "While the kids annoying that seemed like a bit much"

Bjorn gets up and walks over to his master.
 
Monarch Laciel said:
The master glares at the servant, which probably takes a lot of self-confidence, a lot of anger, or a lot of stupidity.
"Why don't you go back to spying on underaged kids in their beds Nick"

Meanwhile

"I be not sure e'en Uriel shall want this one"


"Haply she shall regard of it as a challenge"

""That doth resemble Uriel"
Writhing in pain, the kid stumbles back to his feet, the muscles in his shoulders torn into by magical jujushit

YOU ******* ********, YOU NUMB OF NUTS, WHAT IN THE UTTER **** DID I TELL YOU? BE CAREFUL TO WATCH YOUR MOUTH OR ELSE YOU COULD ******* DIE. AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU DID A DUMB AND DIDN'T WATCH YOUR MOUTH

"C'mon, that's just low" The master says

"If you were going to insult him, defile his worth like Weinstein defiled those of women a plenty, you could have atleast been original, said something that was worthy of defiling the worth of a man who devoted his life to nothing more than helping those who's lot in life was less than his own. But no, you did the 'haha santa watches kids what a ******* creep' thing that's been played to a bloody death by every ******* comedian ever"

"I'm not going to let you rag on someone who clearly doesn't deserve it, that's what... a Hero of Justice does"

WAIT, Did you just turn this into a moment of be a hero? why yes I ******* did, that's genius! yeah baby yeah! time for that catharsis!

[Okay, remember the drill, not quotation mark italics means THOUGHTS that are THUNK, not SAID]
 
My master rhythmically taps his cane, his mystic code, modified to be able to output the concussing force of several grenades with the slightest touch........at will of course, otherwise he'd have blasted his own torso off by now

he appears lost in thought
 
Blue Team

To (Saber).

"My... mount is the vile serpent, Python, that once lived in the center of the world. Summoning him now wouldn't be in our best interest."

To (Archer)

"You have very keen intuition. Very well. If the gods so will it, I shall reveal the enemy's location to us."

Through Apollo's Revelation, I learn that the enemy team is somewhere in Czechia.

"Our enemies seem to have made their base somewhere in the Czech Republic. They've already begun summoning their own Servants as well."
 
The temptation to turn the kid into a mana battery increases significantly, but the master ignores him and begins his summoning again.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation
Let gold be the colour I pay tribute to / Let my great Master Cyprian be the ancestor*
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare.
Your body shall serve under me.
My fate shall be your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail
If you will submit to this will and this reason…Then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three greet words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraints,
Protector of the Holy Balance!
"

There's a flash of light and a sound of wingbeats.

"Greetings Regulus. What didst thou say about "obtaining all the virtues of heaven?". Prithee ensure that thy - Please make sure that you do"

Slowly, the light fades to reveal an attractive blonde woman in golden armour, gleaming white feather wings slowly folding back behind her. Folded between the blades is a spark of metal that quickly vanishes. A golden spear is clasped in her hands, pointing down to the ground.

She smiles.
 
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