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Here's the second part of my Fate series story ^,^ if you missed part one it can be found here =3
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10387415/
In this part Petie finds out a little more about what he's in for and Jack sets off to find some Servants to defeat! How will it go for the two bears? Read to find out!
Just like with the first one... PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! THIS IS VERY MUCH AN EXPERIMENT FOR ME SO I'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW IT WENT!!
Oh and if you figure out the identity of the new Servant introduced in this chapter (which should be hard at all) please don't post it in the comments, note it to me instead ^,^
Anyway past that please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! =D
Characters owned by me
Pokémon not owned by me
Fate series owned by TypeMOON
The next few days passed like a high paced fever dream to Petie. He’d apparently been found by the police outside the warehouse and had spent the next few days in the hospital recovering… mostly from shock and mental trauma since he was relatively unhurt despite the terrible bloody slaughter the cops found in the warehouse. The resulting media circus that’d come from a mutual kidnapping case, wholesale slaughter, and apparent rescue, along with the psychics who checked Petie out assuming the memories they saw in the teddiursa’s head about what happened were cause by mental trauma, Petie had reluctantly found himself the focus of more attention than he ever wanted.
Finally back at home after his fourth day at the hospital Petie was left alone in his room to rest and recover (with Momma, James, Rose, and Jules naturally checking on him constantly) so he could straighten out his thoughts. What’d happened seemed so utterly insane he was inclined to believe the doctors that’d checked him out and just consider it a stress caused delusion. Being kidnapped by a cult planning to sacrifice him to summon something and being saved by apparently Jack the Giant Slayer AND him looking exactly like Petie? That was utterly insane!
On top of that why did the cult tattoo this thing on the back of his paw Petie wondered as he looked at the three tiered arrangement of rings on his right paw. He was gonna have to figure out how to get it removed now…
“About damn time you were alone.”
Petie sat bolt upright in his racecar bed as he whipped his head around to find the source of the voice… that sounded just like his…
“No… way…”
“Way kiddo, or should I say Master?”
There was a slightly whooshing sound and Petie went wide eyed as the same fantasy dressed mirror image of himself seemed to just materialize sitting on the side of his bed. Petie sat there with his jaw hanging open as… Jack just sat there, kicking his boot clade feet a little and grinning. Finally after a few minutes of Petie staring at him in pure shock Jack rolled his eyes and pushed Petie’s mouth shut.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m awe inspiring even if I’m shrunk down to a toddler. Now we gonna work to win this war or not?”
“W-war?”
“Tch, you really ARE just a baby who got pulled into this huh?”
“N-notta baby!”
“Says the kid in diapers. Here, hold this.”
“Huh?” Petie blinked as Jack pulled a familiar thick bound book out from under his bed and tossed it to him. It took Petie a moment to place it but when he did he squeaked in fear and dropped it like a lit bomb. It was the same book that insane houndoom was using! “Hey! Careful! That’s what’s giving me prana right now!” Jack said catching the book as it fell “You don’t want me to have to start trying to rely on YOUR tiny ass to provide me energy do you!?” he said hugging it protectively as Petie just stared at him for a moment before grabbing his pounding head and making a frustrated noise.
“What. Is. Going. ON!?” he demanded, careful to keep it quiet enough nobody would come in to check on him “What’s prana? What the heck are you? What war are you talking about? How’d you just appear? And what does it have to do with me!?” he shouted in as loud a whisper as he could… which just seemed to annoy Jack more as he made an obnoxious expression and rolled his eyes before he slipped the book back under the bed.
“Fine, I’ll give you the Mother Goose grade explanation.” Jack said, tone dripping with contempt and frustration “But DON’T interrupt me.” Jack added, glaring at Petie making him gulp a little as he timidly nodded. “Okay first off the Holy Grail War, which is the war you’re in, is a battle between mages, yes magic is real, using Servants who are ancient heroes of legend… well… they’re supposed ta be heroes but some people mess with that system to get anti-heroes or villains to be honest.” Jack said, scratching his chin a little as he looked up “Heck, I think that’s what your friends back in the warehouse were trying to do with killing you and all that, summon up a monstrous servant…”
By now Petie was just staring at Jack with an utterly blank look on his face.
Jack rolled his eyes “Right, anyway Servants are legendary figures like… I dunno… King Arthur, Gilgamesh, Hercules, those kinda guys, and they can be summoned up into one of seven classes depending on what they did in life.” He said starting to tic them off his fingers as he named them “Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, and Assassin. Anyway as I was saying… what the hell are you doing?” Jack said, noticing Petie had his hand raised. “Um… you told me not to interrupt so…” Petie explained awkwardly, not mentioning how utterly insane every word out of Jack’s mouth was sounding.
“Well you just did, now what do you want?”
“You’re telling me all those old legends about heroes are real?”
“Yes. Next question.”
“… so your stories were real as well?”
“… I don’t have to answer that. I’m not gonna answer that.”
“Why not?”
“Cause…” Jack was visibly squirming now and it seemed like Petie had managed to find a sore point in the “Servants” armor… coughing and glaring at him Jack spoke back up “Look, you want me to explain this or not!?” he snapped making Petie roll his eyes a little and reply “Yeah, yeah, please continue…” as he noted to keep this weak point in mind for later. Regaining his composure Jack resumed talking “When a Servant is summoned Command Seals appear on their masters body to symbolize the contract between them…” he said, suddenly taking hold of Petie’s right paw “Which are these. You got three of them, make em count.”
“Co-command Seals? Three? All I see is one weird symbol and what do you mean make em count!?”
Jack sighed and looked at the mobile dangling over Petie’s bed, kicking his feet more as if not wanting to discuss this. After a minute or two of silence he sighed “There is three of them there… and they let you give your servant, aka ME, a command he HAS to obey… or spend one to power me up more. Basically you get to give three orders that I have to obey… but if you use them all up you’ve given up authority over me but hey, not like I’m gonna let a diapered brat boss me around anyway right?” Jack said, giving another arrogant grin that made Petie feel a mix of shame and anger as Jack added “Especially one who probably won’t even be able to give me the prana I need to stick around.”
“… prana?”
Jack paused again at the question as he absentmindedly scratched one of his ears before hopping off the bed and walking over to Petie’s video game console “… you play these often?” he asked making Petie nod as the Servant picked up one and fiddled with it “The way it works is we Servants get knowledge about the modern world and stuff… and I think I’ve got a few of your memories too… anyway it’s kinda like the way it works in your fighting games. Prana is the power mages use to do magic and all mages have a set amount… in order for a Servant to exist they need Prana from their Master. They also need Prana from their master if they wanna use their Noble Phantasms too. It’s basically our nourishment and”
“Noble Phantasms?”
“Ugh!” Jack groaned and dropped the control “Look we don’t have time for this! Are you gonna help me win the war or NOT!?” he demanded glaring at Petie as the teddiursa shifted nervously and stuttered “B-but you haven’t told me what we’re supposed to do to win this war… or what the heck the prize is…” he trailed off as Jack gave him a well and truly annoyed glare. “The prize is a wish to be granted by the Holy Grail… for BOTH of us…” he said, stressing the word both “And we win by killing the OTHER six Servants and Masters in the war!” he explained matter-of-factly… blinking and pausing when he realized how pale Petie had gotten “… what?”
“Kill them!?”
“Well only the Servants, suppose we could kill the masters but that seems kinda like a dull way to win…”
“KILL THEM!?”
“… I sense this is an issue for you for some reason?”
Petie would have started fully yelling at the insane servant but his ears twitched as he heard somebody coming to check on him, and judging from Jack’s twitching ears he heard them coming too. “Well fine!” Jack grumbled as Petie hurried to duck back under the covers and make like he was asleep “I don’t need a diapered baby slowing me down anyway! I’ll win this on my own! See you again for my victory party Master!” the last word was dripping with sarcasm as Petie stared in awe as Jack just somehow vanished into thin air. Before he could do anything else though he heard his door start to open so he quickly plunked his head against his pillow, closed his eyes, and feigned sleep. He kinda hoped Jack wouldn’t come back…
But he had a feeling he wasn’t going to be that lucky.
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He didn’t need that overgrown toddler trying to help him to win this war… he was Jack the Giant Slayer! The other heroes didn’t know what they were up against! He’d show them he was the best around, real or imaginary! These were the thoughts running through Jack’s head as he leaped from roof to roof, hidden from sight by his Cloak of Invisibility. Even copying his toddler masters body he was still fast and agile enough to easily clear the residential area in less than ten minutes hopping from roof to roof like that and enter one of Viridian City’s industrial sections.
“Bet those cultists weren’t the only ones who got the bright idea to summon up a Servant in this cruddy shit hole…” Jack mumbled to himself as he continued leaping from roof to roof over the various warehouses, factories, and industrial parks “Lots of places to hide, not many people here at night, probably some abandoned places too…” he paused standing on a roof to look around at all the mostly similar looking buildings as a thought dawned on him “… how the hell am I supposed to find them here? Crap, they probably all summoned their servants and are someplace else in the city by now while I had to wait for the brat to recover…”
Pulling his cloak tighter around him Jack grumbled more as he hopped to a sitting position, legs dangling off the side of the building. This’d be a problem… he wasn’t one of those fancy heroic spirits who could sense other servants and he didn’t have any way to track them down… heck he doubted his master could read his own bedtime stories let alone help him any and he WASN’T about to go back to ask the brat for help… so what could he do?
“How DARE you summon me to this place woman!”
“Oh don’t give me lip! I wanted to summon a great warrior not some whiney prima donna!”
“How DARE you! My Master or not you have no right to refer to one as great as I in that fashion!”
“Oh get over yourself!”
Jack sat in place blinking for a moment as he clearly heard the argument happening somewhere in the alley below him. He was used to being lucky… but this was almost stupid. There was no possible way he’d managed to stumble across a Master and Servant pair by utter accident. Jumping down to the ground Jack followed the arguing voices, using his limited skill in Presence Concealment to stay silent while his cloak hid him from view. No harm in checking it out… sure as heck better than sitting around twiddling his thumbs either way.
“Well Lancer, if you’re such a great warrior then what’s wrong with me summoning you!? Win the war then bitch later!”
“Because woman! I fight for honor, glory, and that the masses shall cheer my name! But my weak spot, my cursed weak spot! Only in my death did I discover it and yet the world knows exactly where it is! Now if I mention my name it’ll be the death of me! What glory is there in fighting under the title “Lancer”!? I might well have been reduced to being nameless!”
“Oh waa-waa, sounds like that fame you loved so much turned right around and bit you in the ass. Now stop bitching, we’ve got work to do.”
“Fine, since I have no say in the matter… at length I hope there will at least be other beautiful, glorious warriors summoned in this war so I might meet them upon the field of battle to clash, and ravish them. Beautiful creatures worthy of the attention of a great warrior such as I!”
“… Lancer, I’m all for tolerance and all that shit but that was f-ing disturbing to listen too.”
Jack didn’t know who this Master was but he agreed with her statement. Getting closer he could make out the voices clearer… Lancer’s was a deep male voice filled with bravado and enough overdramatic flare for a whole theater company even when he was whining like a bitch. Meanwhile his Master was obviously female even if her voice was deep and rough. Careful to avoid stepping in a puddle and alerting them to his presence Jack rounded the corner to see just who his first victims in the war would be.
Jack paused and blinked, standing there were two vastly different figures, the first of which was assuredly the Master. She was a rattata lady who looked to be in her 20s wearing a white tank top, baggy black pants, and a yellow coat tied around her waist. She had a decent, if thin figure and her face was fairly average. Her long red hair was held back in a high ponytail. A lit cigarette dangled from her lips. She had her arms folded and was glaring at the much taller figure next to her. Not that she was short, she probably was 5 feet or so... the guy next to her was just darn tall.
He was a lucario… an unnaturally tall and awe inspiring lucario. His body was lean and limber looking with strong muscles despite the relatively thin frame. What little Jack could see of his face was ruggedly handsome… he looked like some kind of action movie star. He was decked out in a fancy set of Greek style armor made of a polished metal. The chest plate hugged his muscled torso and looked to be made of gleaming polished brass with a single large shoulder protector built in on the right side and studded metal skirt pieces hanging down from the chest plate’s bottom. Under it he wore a wine red tunic with short sleeves and under the armor of the skirt was a matching red kilt like thing that reached just above his knees and reached a little lower on his left side, apparently just to be asymmetrical.
He had arm guards and greaves on his limbs made of the same polished brass as his chest armor and a pair of simple sandals adorned his feet. A Greek styled helmet of the same polished brass was on his head, a flaming red crest on top of it adding an extra foot to the lucario’s impressive height. In his right hand he held a spear taller than himself, which wasn’t that unusual for a Lancer, with a thick shaf, an adornment made of bronze at either end, and a sharp blade at the end of one of them. On his left arm was what looked like a rounded shield… but it was wrapped in a red cloth so Jack couldn’t be sure. The figure was obviously some great hero from ancient Greece and even more obviously was quite powerful…
Meaning he was the perfect first victim for Jack’s eventual victory.
The teddiursa Servant grinned as he pulled a squirtle plushie from his belt pouch, he’d seen it on the brats floor and decided to swipe it, and stuffed it under his tunic on the tummy area. He was sure the brat wouldn’t miss it and needed it to work one of his Noble Phantasms anyway. Deactivating his Cloak of Invisibility he strolled out from behind the trashcans where he’d been lurking to stand right in the middle of the alleyway in plain sight of his foes. Naturally they looked rather surprised as the lady took a drag on her cigarette and raised an eyebrow.
“What’cha doing out this late kid? Your liable to get hurt round this part of town without your mommy to protect you.”
Jack just ignored him and focused his gaze on Lancer who was staring at him curiously… meaning he could hear and see him… meaning it was time to use a bit of the prana from the book to put his Noble Phantasm to work! Pulling his dagger from his belt Jack held it aloft, the even more confused looks from the duo confirming they could see it “I have a trick to show!” he declared loudly… and promptly dragged his dagger across the gut of his tunic, slicing into the plushie he’d stored there.
Jack grinned. This Noble Phantasm was a pain to set up since it needed the person he was using it on to be able to see and hear him and he needed something hidden under his shirt he could cut into… but since he had fulfilled all the requirements “Jack’s Trick” was now in effect! In a moment the curse would kick in and cut open Lancer’s belly just like that giant he’d tricked in his stories! Any moment now…
CLANG
Jack let out an undignified squeak as he heard a sound like metal hitting solid steel and he was promptly knocked on his ass, clutching at his now throbbing dagger hand and wincing in pain. HOW!? Lancer was completely unhurt, hell he was LAUGHTING (while his Master just looked confused about the whole thing)! It was impossible! That Noble Phantasm should have opened him up like a balloon! If his skin could be cut it would have cut him so why didn’t it work!? Suddenly Lancer’s hearty laughter snapped Jack out of his shock.
“Ahahaha! What an amusing servant! You appear as divine and pure as young Eros himself! A child blessed with the beauty of the son of Aphrodite! You are too small to excite the blood in my chest but such beauty is worthy of being granted a reprieve. I shall only punish you mildly for your failed attack.”
The heroic spirits tone was utterly mirthful, as if he found Jack’s attempt on his life the amusing antics of… well… a child the age Jack looked. The guy couldn’t’ have insulted Jack worse if he’d tried. Before the teddiursa could shout out insults and tell this flouncy bastard to f*ck himself Lancer was looming over him, spear leveled and pulled back, far too close for Jack to try evasive maneuvers, and about to strike. Jack, much to his shame, pissed himself in fear as he realized he was about to die.
MRRRRRRRRROOOWWW!!!
Suddenly a meowth leaped out of the trashcans nearby, hissing and bristling angrily at the Servants as the can clattered to the ground. Lancer looked at the feral for a split second before launching his thrust to impale Jack… but that split second was all Jack needed as he activated his Boots of Agility and kicked at the ground hard, throwing himself back just in time for Lancers spear to drive itself straight into the concrete where Jack’s torso had been moments before. Easily pulling his weapon out Lancer leveled it back at Jack… who’d already hurled himself down the alleyway, fear and his magic boots all but giving wings to his feet as he fled. His large ears could faintly pick up the twos voices as he ran.
“Seems the gods have ruled in the child’s favor today, naught but luck rescued him. Pity but it isn’t worth my time to pursue.”
“Wait… that was a Servant!?”
“Yes, surprising to be honest but I suppose there are heroes of all kinds.”
“Right… and Lancer? How was THAT punishing him mildly?”
“It would have killed him without tarnishing his beautiful features, that’s as mild a punishment as can be asked of those who challenge me.”
To Be Continued…
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/10387415/
In this part Petie finds out a little more about what he's in for and Jack sets off to find some Servants to defeat! How will it go for the two bears? Read to find out!
Just like with the first one... PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! THIS IS VERY MUCH AN EXPERIMENT FOR ME SO I'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW IT WENT!!
Oh and if you figure out the identity of the new Servant introduced in this chapter (which should be hard at all) please don't post it in the comments, note it to me instead ^,^
Anyway past that please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a great day! =D
Characters owned by me
Pokémon not owned by me
Fate series owned by TypeMOON
Fate/Mad Dream
Welcome to the Holy Grail War 1The next few days passed like a high paced fever dream to Petie. He’d apparently been found by the police outside the warehouse and had spent the next few days in the hospital recovering… mostly from shock and mental trauma since he was relatively unhurt despite the terrible bloody slaughter the cops found in the warehouse. The resulting media circus that’d come from a mutual kidnapping case, wholesale slaughter, and apparent rescue, along with the psychics who checked Petie out assuming the memories they saw in the teddiursa’s head about what happened were cause by mental trauma, Petie had reluctantly found himself the focus of more attention than he ever wanted.
Finally back at home after his fourth day at the hospital Petie was left alone in his room to rest and recover (with Momma, James, Rose, and Jules naturally checking on him constantly) so he could straighten out his thoughts. What’d happened seemed so utterly insane he was inclined to believe the doctors that’d checked him out and just consider it a stress caused delusion. Being kidnapped by a cult planning to sacrifice him to summon something and being saved by apparently Jack the Giant Slayer AND him looking exactly like Petie? That was utterly insane!
On top of that why did the cult tattoo this thing on the back of his paw Petie wondered as he looked at the three tiered arrangement of rings on his right paw. He was gonna have to figure out how to get it removed now…
“About damn time you were alone.”
Petie sat bolt upright in his racecar bed as he whipped his head around to find the source of the voice… that sounded just like his…
“No… way…”
“Way kiddo, or should I say Master?”
There was a slightly whooshing sound and Petie went wide eyed as the same fantasy dressed mirror image of himself seemed to just materialize sitting on the side of his bed. Petie sat there with his jaw hanging open as… Jack just sat there, kicking his boot clade feet a little and grinning. Finally after a few minutes of Petie staring at him in pure shock Jack rolled his eyes and pushed Petie’s mouth shut.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m awe inspiring even if I’m shrunk down to a toddler. Now we gonna work to win this war or not?”
“W-war?”
“Tch, you really ARE just a baby who got pulled into this huh?”
“N-notta baby!”
“Says the kid in diapers. Here, hold this.”
“Huh?” Petie blinked as Jack pulled a familiar thick bound book out from under his bed and tossed it to him. It took Petie a moment to place it but when he did he squeaked in fear and dropped it like a lit bomb. It was the same book that insane houndoom was using! “Hey! Careful! That’s what’s giving me prana right now!” Jack said catching the book as it fell “You don’t want me to have to start trying to rely on YOUR tiny ass to provide me energy do you!?” he said hugging it protectively as Petie just stared at him for a moment before grabbing his pounding head and making a frustrated noise.
“What. Is. Going. ON!?” he demanded, careful to keep it quiet enough nobody would come in to check on him “What’s prana? What the heck are you? What war are you talking about? How’d you just appear? And what does it have to do with me!?” he shouted in as loud a whisper as he could… which just seemed to annoy Jack more as he made an obnoxious expression and rolled his eyes before he slipped the book back under the bed.
“Fine, I’ll give you the Mother Goose grade explanation.” Jack said, tone dripping with contempt and frustration “But DON’T interrupt me.” Jack added, glaring at Petie making him gulp a little as he timidly nodded. “Okay first off the Holy Grail War, which is the war you’re in, is a battle between mages, yes magic is real, using Servants who are ancient heroes of legend… well… they’re supposed ta be heroes but some people mess with that system to get anti-heroes or villains to be honest.” Jack said, scratching his chin a little as he looked up “Heck, I think that’s what your friends back in the warehouse were trying to do with killing you and all that, summon up a monstrous servant…”
By now Petie was just staring at Jack with an utterly blank look on his face.
Jack rolled his eyes “Right, anyway Servants are legendary figures like… I dunno… King Arthur, Gilgamesh, Hercules, those kinda guys, and they can be summoned up into one of seven classes depending on what they did in life.” He said starting to tic them off his fingers as he named them “Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, and Assassin. Anyway as I was saying… what the hell are you doing?” Jack said, noticing Petie had his hand raised. “Um… you told me not to interrupt so…” Petie explained awkwardly, not mentioning how utterly insane every word out of Jack’s mouth was sounding.
“Well you just did, now what do you want?”
“You’re telling me all those old legends about heroes are real?”
“Yes. Next question.”
“… so your stories were real as well?”
“… I don’t have to answer that. I’m not gonna answer that.”
“Why not?”
“Cause…” Jack was visibly squirming now and it seemed like Petie had managed to find a sore point in the “Servants” armor… coughing and glaring at him Jack spoke back up “Look, you want me to explain this or not!?” he snapped making Petie roll his eyes a little and reply “Yeah, yeah, please continue…” as he noted to keep this weak point in mind for later. Regaining his composure Jack resumed talking “When a Servant is summoned Command Seals appear on their masters body to symbolize the contract between them…” he said, suddenly taking hold of Petie’s right paw “Which are these. You got three of them, make em count.”
“Co-command Seals? Three? All I see is one weird symbol and what do you mean make em count!?”
Jack sighed and looked at the mobile dangling over Petie’s bed, kicking his feet more as if not wanting to discuss this. After a minute or two of silence he sighed “There is three of them there… and they let you give your servant, aka ME, a command he HAS to obey… or spend one to power me up more. Basically you get to give three orders that I have to obey… but if you use them all up you’ve given up authority over me but hey, not like I’m gonna let a diapered brat boss me around anyway right?” Jack said, giving another arrogant grin that made Petie feel a mix of shame and anger as Jack added “Especially one who probably won’t even be able to give me the prana I need to stick around.”
“… prana?”
Jack paused again at the question as he absentmindedly scratched one of his ears before hopping off the bed and walking over to Petie’s video game console “… you play these often?” he asked making Petie nod as the Servant picked up one and fiddled with it “The way it works is we Servants get knowledge about the modern world and stuff… and I think I’ve got a few of your memories too… anyway it’s kinda like the way it works in your fighting games. Prana is the power mages use to do magic and all mages have a set amount… in order for a Servant to exist they need Prana from their Master. They also need Prana from their master if they wanna use their Noble Phantasms too. It’s basically our nourishment and”
“Noble Phantasms?”
“Ugh!” Jack groaned and dropped the control “Look we don’t have time for this! Are you gonna help me win the war or NOT!?” he demanded glaring at Petie as the teddiursa shifted nervously and stuttered “B-but you haven’t told me what we’re supposed to do to win this war… or what the heck the prize is…” he trailed off as Jack gave him a well and truly annoyed glare. “The prize is a wish to be granted by the Holy Grail… for BOTH of us…” he said, stressing the word both “And we win by killing the OTHER six Servants and Masters in the war!” he explained matter-of-factly… blinking and pausing when he realized how pale Petie had gotten “… what?”
“Kill them!?”
“Well only the Servants, suppose we could kill the masters but that seems kinda like a dull way to win…”
“KILL THEM!?”
“… I sense this is an issue for you for some reason?”
Petie would have started fully yelling at the insane servant but his ears twitched as he heard somebody coming to check on him, and judging from Jack’s twitching ears he heard them coming too. “Well fine!” Jack grumbled as Petie hurried to duck back under the covers and make like he was asleep “I don’t need a diapered baby slowing me down anyway! I’ll win this on my own! See you again for my victory party Master!” the last word was dripping with sarcasm as Petie stared in awe as Jack just somehow vanished into thin air. Before he could do anything else though he heard his door start to open so he quickly plunked his head against his pillow, closed his eyes, and feigned sleep. He kinda hoped Jack wouldn’t come back…
But he had a feeling he wasn’t going to be that lucky.
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He didn’t need that overgrown toddler trying to help him to win this war… he was Jack the Giant Slayer! The other heroes didn’t know what they were up against! He’d show them he was the best around, real or imaginary! These were the thoughts running through Jack’s head as he leaped from roof to roof, hidden from sight by his Cloak of Invisibility. Even copying his toddler masters body he was still fast and agile enough to easily clear the residential area in less than ten minutes hopping from roof to roof like that and enter one of Viridian City’s industrial sections.
“Bet those cultists weren’t the only ones who got the bright idea to summon up a Servant in this cruddy shit hole…” Jack mumbled to himself as he continued leaping from roof to roof over the various warehouses, factories, and industrial parks “Lots of places to hide, not many people here at night, probably some abandoned places too…” he paused standing on a roof to look around at all the mostly similar looking buildings as a thought dawned on him “… how the hell am I supposed to find them here? Crap, they probably all summoned their servants and are someplace else in the city by now while I had to wait for the brat to recover…”
Pulling his cloak tighter around him Jack grumbled more as he hopped to a sitting position, legs dangling off the side of the building. This’d be a problem… he wasn’t one of those fancy heroic spirits who could sense other servants and he didn’t have any way to track them down… heck he doubted his master could read his own bedtime stories let alone help him any and he WASN’T about to go back to ask the brat for help… so what could he do?
“How DARE you summon me to this place woman!”
“Oh don’t give me lip! I wanted to summon a great warrior not some whiney prima donna!”
“How DARE you! My Master or not you have no right to refer to one as great as I in that fashion!”
“Oh get over yourself!”
Jack sat in place blinking for a moment as he clearly heard the argument happening somewhere in the alley below him. He was used to being lucky… but this was almost stupid. There was no possible way he’d managed to stumble across a Master and Servant pair by utter accident. Jumping down to the ground Jack followed the arguing voices, using his limited skill in Presence Concealment to stay silent while his cloak hid him from view. No harm in checking it out… sure as heck better than sitting around twiddling his thumbs either way.
“Well Lancer, if you’re such a great warrior then what’s wrong with me summoning you!? Win the war then bitch later!”
“Because woman! I fight for honor, glory, and that the masses shall cheer my name! But my weak spot, my cursed weak spot! Only in my death did I discover it and yet the world knows exactly where it is! Now if I mention my name it’ll be the death of me! What glory is there in fighting under the title “Lancer”!? I might well have been reduced to being nameless!”
“Oh waa-waa, sounds like that fame you loved so much turned right around and bit you in the ass. Now stop bitching, we’ve got work to do.”
“Fine, since I have no say in the matter… at length I hope there will at least be other beautiful, glorious warriors summoned in this war so I might meet them upon the field of battle to clash, and ravish them. Beautiful creatures worthy of the attention of a great warrior such as I!”
“… Lancer, I’m all for tolerance and all that shit but that was f-ing disturbing to listen too.”
Jack didn’t know who this Master was but he agreed with her statement. Getting closer he could make out the voices clearer… Lancer’s was a deep male voice filled with bravado and enough overdramatic flare for a whole theater company even when he was whining like a bitch. Meanwhile his Master was obviously female even if her voice was deep and rough. Careful to avoid stepping in a puddle and alerting them to his presence Jack rounded the corner to see just who his first victims in the war would be.
Jack paused and blinked, standing there were two vastly different figures, the first of which was assuredly the Master. She was a rattata lady who looked to be in her 20s wearing a white tank top, baggy black pants, and a yellow coat tied around her waist. She had a decent, if thin figure and her face was fairly average. Her long red hair was held back in a high ponytail. A lit cigarette dangled from her lips. She had her arms folded and was glaring at the much taller figure next to her. Not that she was short, she probably was 5 feet or so... the guy next to her was just darn tall.
He was a lucario… an unnaturally tall and awe inspiring lucario. His body was lean and limber looking with strong muscles despite the relatively thin frame. What little Jack could see of his face was ruggedly handsome… he looked like some kind of action movie star. He was decked out in a fancy set of Greek style armor made of a polished metal. The chest plate hugged his muscled torso and looked to be made of gleaming polished brass with a single large shoulder protector built in on the right side and studded metal skirt pieces hanging down from the chest plate’s bottom. Under it he wore a wine red tunic with short sleeves and under the armor of the skirt was a matching red kilt like thing that reached just above his knees and reached a little lower on his left side, apparently just to be asymmetrical.
He had arm guards and greaves on his limbs made of the same polished brass as his chest armor and a pair of simple sandals adorned his feet. A Greek styled helmet of the same polished brass was on his head, a flaming red crest on top of it adding an extra foot to the lucario’s impressive height. In his right hand he held a spear taller than himself, which wasn’t that unusual for a Lancer, with a thick shaf, an adornment made of bronze at either end, and a sharp blade at the end of one of them. On his left arm was what looked like a rounded shield… but it was wrapped in a red cloth so Jack couldn’t be sure. The figure was obviously some great hero from ancient Greece and even more obviously was quite powerful…
Meaning he was the perfect first victim for Jack’s eventual victory.
The teddiursa Servant grinned as he pulled a squirtle plushie from his belt pouch, he’d seen it on the brats floor and decided to swipe it, and stuffed it under his tunic on the tummy area. He was sure the brat wouldn’t miss it and needed it to work one of his Noble Phantasms anyway. Deactivating his Cloak of Invisibility he strolled out from behind the trashcans where he’d been lurking to stand right in the middle of the alleyway in plain sight of his foes. Naturally they looked rather surprised as the lady took a drag on her cigarette and raised an eyebrow.
“What’cha doing out this late kid? Your liable to get hurt round this part of town without your mommy to protect you.”
Jack just ignored him and focused his gaze on Lancer who was staring at him curiously… meaning he could hear and see him… meaning it was time to use a bit of the prana from the book to put his Noble Phantasm to work! Pulling his dagger from his belt Jack held it aloft, the even more confused looks from the duo confirming they could see it “I have a trick to show!” he declared loudly… and promptly dragged his dagger across the gut of his tunic, slicing into the plushie he’d stored there.
Jack grinned. This Noble Phantasm was a pain to set up since it needed the person he was using it on to be able to see and hear him and he needed something hidden under his shirt he could cut into… but since he had fulfilled all the requirements “Jack’s Trick” was now in effect! In a moment the curse would kick in and cut open Lancer’s belly just like that giant he’d tricked in his stories! Any moment now…
CLANG
Jack let out an undignified squeak as he heard a sound like metal hitting solid steel and he was promptly knocked on his ass, clutching at his now throbbing dagger hand and wincing in pain. HOW!? Lancer was completely unhurt, hell he was LAUGHTING (while his Master just looked confused about the whole thing)! It was impossible! That Noble Phantasm should have opened him up like a balloon! If his skin could be cut it would have cut him so why didn’t it work!? Suddenly Lancer’s hearty laughter snapped Jack out of his shock.
“Ahahaha! What an amusing servant! You appear as divine and pure as young Eros himself! A child blessed with the beauty of the son of Aphrodite! You are too small to excite the blood in my chest but such beauty is worthy of being granted a reprieve. I shall only punish you mildly for your failed attack.”
The heroic spirits tone was utterly mirthful, as if he found Jack’s attempt on his life the amusing antics of… well… a child the age Jack looked. The guy couldn’t’ have insulted Jack worse if he’d tried. Before the teddiursa could shout out insults and tell this flouncy bastard to f*ck himself Lancer was looming over him, spear leveled and pulled back, far too close for Jack to try evasive maneuvers, and about to strike. Jack, much to his shame, pissed himself in fear as he realized he was about to die.
MRRRRRRRRROOOWWW!!!
Suddenly a meowth leaped out of the trashcans nearby, hissing and bristling angrily at the Servants as the can clattered to the ground. Lancer looked at the feral for a split second before launching his thrust to impale Jack… but that split second was all Jack needed as he activated his Boots of Agility and kicked at the ground hard, throwing himself back just in time for Lancers spear to drive itself straight into the concrete where Jack’s torso had been moments before. Easily pulling his weapon out Lancer leveled it back at Jack… who’d already hurled himself down the alleyway, fear and his magic boots all but giving wings to his feet as he fled. His large ears could faintly pick up the twos voices as he ran.
“Seems the gods have ruled in the child’s favor today, naught but luck rescued him. Pity but it isn’t worth my time to pursue.”
“Wait… that was a Servant!?”
“Yes, surprising to be honest but I suppose there are heroes of all kinds.”
“Right… and Lancer? How was THAT punishing him mildly?”
“It would have killed him without tarnishing his beautiful features, that’s as mild a punishment as can be asked of those who challenge me.”
To Be Continued…
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