Standing before, shivering on a staff made of wood, topped with a celestial orb encased in a dark claw-like structure, trailing ribbons and a tassel. Constantly on edge, she swivelled her head left and right every millisecond, wondering where on earth she was. "U-uh, I g-greet m-my master..."
Sporting a dress that held motifs and icons from the military in the early 21st century, she stood there, shivering at the reason she was brought here. "For the s-sake of o-our dreams, we shall do it, Master. We shall win the Holy Grail War!" Mustering the remaining dredges of her courage, she somehow managed to convince herself that they would win the Holy Grail War, despite only having arms thick as twigs.
But his attention was not in her dressing, nor her class
Fuck my life, I get Artoria Pendragon!? Not to mention, she's fucking dwarfed!
Despite not having one of those so-called status screens that depicted the statuses of Servants, he knew, using his vast Psykic mastery, she was as strong as a glass cannon:
One shot takes his enemies to Heaven, the next, herself
Bemoaning his fate, he palmed his face, only to realise something very crucial. In all the hubbub, he seemed to have forgotten to check something. Scrambling to his feet, he quickly checked the condition of the Greater Grail. What he saw next made him shit his pants-
The Grail sported twice the energy levels than usual, causing a surge deep within. Shinji knew why, and that's when he knew, he fucked up...
Shit... me taking too long in closing the road to the Root caused the Grail to juice itself up twice the limit, causing it to hold more energy than required...
In short, instead of the usual seven Servants, there will be an additional 14
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Sitting in the plane, a brown-haired young man is seen gazing out of the window, carrying a box in his lap, as he glances down at his arms, where a red tattoo is seen glimmering. With renewed determination, he tips his glasses back up his nose as he falls asleep...
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Smoking his cigar, Kiritsugu Emiya took the hands of his (now legal, mind you, she ain't no kid no more) wife, sitting back in his car, heading back into the explosion-laden Fuyuki city (which has seen an increase in gas explosion insurance applications by the way). Inside the case was a lock of his own hair, something which he had cut a long time ago...
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Oh, balls... Well, it ain't my problem!
With one final look, he turned himself back in, but not before telling his Servant, Artoria-Lite, to turn herself immaterial, to conserve energy and avoid detection.
Well, I'm sure nothing will go wrong, as I've reinforced the walls using reinforced Blackstone that I had managed to procure (read - steal) from the Necrons, as well as installing Thaumatic Dampening Fields (TDF) in every corner of the room. What else could go wrong...
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Walking down the street, dishevelled, was a young child. Missing 3 fingers from her left hand and 2 from her right, she stumbled down the trash cans, brushing aside her red hair from her only remaining eye...
Please...save...
Me...