Okay, You Go and Have a Friendly Little Chats Down by the Board Walk…While I Take Care of Something…

But that was impossible because his father was DEAD and buried in the grounds of this very temple he stood within!

Meanwhile, on the OTHER side of the scrying mirror . . .

Rei

Everyone with some form of weaponry in my group (and not trying to presently quell the enormous rage that our uninvited guest. Correction, our GIANT uninvited guest here to this ill advised family get together on the docks.

Thank God we’d been able to move well enough away from that fight/meet and greet/clusterfuck Saver Zero had been supposed to attending before we’d. . . .interrupted things.

Bloody good thing to by the sound of it, it sounds rather LOUD and violent even IF it is muffled by a LOT by that Bounding Field nonsense that one Master had set up for this occasion.

…

Bloody Nora, I mean I could well understand just wanting to get together with dear old dad and such, what with things having ended between them on something of a sour note and all: Illya thinking that her father had betrayed here and leaving her behind and all that. That and Ilya’s mum wanting to connect up with the hubby to chat about how their wonderful plans for winning the Grail War and all that rot obviously have gone rather pear shaped and all.

How VERY Much ever, wanting to do that! Have a wonderful family reunion between mum, da and child and such but the only problem with that is the rather irate demigod otherwise known as Berserker here (either from the bloody Fate route or God forbid the Heaven’s Feel route).

Sigh…

At least Shirou’s father—the very person we’d come to pick up out of the looped behavior he’d been bespelled with—is working WITH us right now, even IF the weaponry he has with him is more suited for humans than the mountainous Servant before us.

Anyway, it is looking like Ilya’s orders to calm down is working and this Berserker isn’t looking to tear all of our heads off.

He still looks pissed as all Hell though, especially when he looks towards ME in particular.

Rather is why I am NOT going to just take time off right now and find out what kind of scrying spell is going off right now, spying on my group.

Damnit, this kind of stuff is EXACTLY why I wanted to get in and off the streets and back to base before we somehow drew the wrong attention. Kind of exotic spellwork we’d done must of shook something or somebody loose we probably do NOT want to deal with.

”You defeated me with a soda machine?!” he finally growls, not being quiet able to believe having been defeated (yet again) in battle with such a mundane item.

”Well, you know . . .when a girl gets into a jam when somebody keeps coming after and after you no matter what you try then it is time to get rather unorthodox,” I grouse, shaking my head at that sample of British understatement I am sure Mum would just LOVE to use. “And for the record, it was a bespelled soda machine travelling at hypersonic speeds. Not at all a small way to be defeated with, I’ll wager.”

Feh, take that when on the surface of the world as it rotates if you, through magic--not at ALL easy and something I’d only managed at small scale under controlled conditions in my Mage shop—and there you go. In other circumstances it would be utterly foolish to use such a spell in combat. It is not battle tested enough, but . . .bloody Hell! I and my sisters Lilith and Reika used it and used it well!

Yeah, just to let you know, that wasn’t the first time that spell had been used. I did It earlier here with an economy car AND a limo to the face with another version of him just earlier here. First time around with that version it killed him--albeit temporarily due to something called Godhand (a limited form of immortality)—and only knocked him practically out of the neighborhood the second time.

IN theory by Nasu-verse rule, the Servant here should have been totally immune to that spell damage after the first go. Ordinary mortal weapons are no match for them. However, besides the fact our weapons here are HARDLY ordinary (very high tech) you should But . . .remember that we Champions are “Outsiders” here and work on “Outsider” physics and magery.

Basically, in the Who-niverse one can do almost anything . . . as long as you follow the laws of physics as defined by the universe of Doctor Who (which is a REALLY strange place when you get into the high energy and sciences that Time Lords can use and understand). But you cannot defy it even with magic like in the Nasu-verse with “True Magic” and whatever nonsense these Servants run on here.

Long time ago back in the beginning in the Doctor Who universe they attempted to wipe out magic and went to great links to stamp out any remaining resurgences hither and yon over in that place.

Problem is, that it wasn’t going to just lay down and die, considering my calling as a magic user.

Easiest way to explain it is that magic . . .kind of went “legit” in a way like a mobster can do it. It works by rules and conditions now over there. That and somehow (almost like magic) managed to somehow root itself in the underpinnings of the universe that the Time Lords DARE not try to eradicate it, else destroy EVERYTHING in the process.

Let us just say that Rassilon was LESS than pleased when he figured that one out but that’s by the by.

But bottom line, we Champions have weaponry and spellwork that can actually hurt and kill a Heroic Spirit/Servant. Kind of goes with the thing where they register us as being Heroic Spirits ourselves, you see.

Anyway? All in all, after using our regular munitions we started having to either use some of the other exotic weaponry leftovers from prior Quests we still had on our body (and hadn’t gotten around to putting them away for storage back home).

Gravity mines. Plasma bombs. Spellworks that I and my sister would have NEVER dared used in the field without a LOT more time in the mage shop to make right and jolly damn sure it was SAFE to use!!

And then that one weapon… N2 versions of that weird video game with the mini-nuke launcher (the Fatman launcher of Fallout fame) that my husband had commissioned somewhere along the lines for some reason only he and God only knows.

And let us not mention the hat tricks that both Rin and Shirou (ESPECIALLY SHIROU) pulled out there before finally getting the FIVE bloody MINUTES to ourselves to have the Illya sisters recover and recoup so we could get OUR truce!!

Five minutes. Just five stinking minutes were needed but NOOOO! There was always a Berserker somehow tracking us down wherever we went, even by teleportation spells provided by Medea here….

…

I’ve just GOT to learn that spell from her sometime! It would be SO very useful to have I am sure in the future.

Ah, but that aside: Berserker and us fighting him!

Bloody, we even saw Fred drag out and use that version of the Tissue Compression Eliminator (the one we only have to use for storage keeping purpose). It was a time of desperation, though. Thing is too bulky and short range to use in any sane manner in a real, sane battle.

The one time either this or one of the OTHER two (three routes means three Berserkers you know) got hit with a blast of “Revert” from one of the younger sibling’s magic altered Time Manipulation right after we had that . . .whatever the bloody HELL it was that pocket reality thing with those swords that Shirou did that one time and then that weird power bolt throwing dagger that Rin used.

. . .

There were other things, but let us just say for right now? It has been a Hell of a day and it is not even NOON yet, for God’s sake!!

Sigh, but first things first before we do ANYTHING else now that we no longer have to deal with an attacking Berserk giant demigod. Ilya (both of them) managed to calm the unexpected Berserker (from the Heaven’s Feel route by the sound of things from what I overheard) so we’re good there (thank Heaven).

SO! First, we give a very brief introduction of my group (including the names of Rider and Berserker, much to the discomfort of Medusa) while overriding any OTHER questions that the “Magus Killer”, Kiritsugu Emiya, might have.

By and large the majority of questions of his (and others) had been actually answered by those of Rei’s group that had been . . .dragged along for the ride at one point of this recent debacle

”Save it until AFTER we’re done and then we’ll answer questions if you have any please,” Rei says, smiling slightly when Kiritsugu reluctantly nods.

”I will hold you to that,” he finally said, promising himself that IT better be good here. Otherwise, he knew he was going to be screaming here in a moment.

His adopted son now was a teenager.

His dead wife, sacrificed to the summoning of the Holy Grail for NOTHING, was now back (and frantic).

What in the HELL had happened to cause the Fifth Holy Grail War to begin fifty years to EARLY?! And why didn’t the explosives he implanted on the Ley Lines to disrupt the ritual that was the War NOT activate? Yes, it had been on a timer but OTHER contingencies should have…

Why in the Hell had MEDUSA of all things been ABLE to be summoned into ANY of the Grail Wars?! Shouldn’t she been too much of a inhuman MONSTER to qualify for summoning?!

Why was he HERE, cursed removed and back to the level he’d been at before the Fourth Grail War’s end?!

“Now that we’ve given out names I believe that Princess Medea here should tell you just why we are here exactly,” Rei continues, handing the stage (as it were) over to the Princess of Colchis. “It IS her Validation Quest, after all and is only fair.

1. “And I plan on find out who’s spying on us and then costing them for the price of admission,” Rei says softly to herself, drawing out a pack of Tarrot cards of all things.

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