Fate / AU CMO post

[maplepancakes]

Ok so I am trash and want to do fate AUs. Here's what I've got to offer:

Servants:

Rin: Berserker, Saber, Rider, or Caster (last one is for laughs and fire)
Luca: Caster, Assassin
Shiro: Literally any class, fite me
Watanuki: Caster
Others: I can probably come up with something, just let me know if you want someone else. Just look at my muselist if you want someone else.


Literally all of mine work for Masters too, but Watanuki or Shiro would be particularly good choices for fighting/power, and Rin, Satoshi, or Luca would be good choices for heartbreak.

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[bladeisme]

[Being a part of the grail war was something that Ichigo never wanted to be part of - he was aware of it, of course, what with Magi going on about it like it was the best thing since sliced bread or cooked rice. 'The winner of the war gets a wish that will be granted by the Grail' - how many times had he heard that from the magus that had kidnapped him when he was just 13, in his cell, watching as they poured over documents in between experiments on him?

Far too many times to count. Enough that he had gotten bored of it, only feeling a faint sense of relief when he realized it meant that he had a small rest from being poked and prodded at.

But now, in this city (far away from the one he wanted to be in, his hometown - where none of his family lived anymore), he can't stop himself from being wrapped up in more magic bullshit, having come across a fight between servants and run from the resulting fallout - just like he had been, ever since he escaped his captor a year ago.]

Shit, Shit -

[He'd been pushed into a corner, about to die, and out of sheer desperation - he reached towards the something infusing this entire situation, the thing that practically pulses with energy in the city around them, using his inexhaustible source of mana ('It's like you were born with a Magic Core instead of Magic Circuits,' the magus had told him once) to reach out a hand towards someone, anyone -

Please, help me. I can't...I can't do this alone.

The Grail made the connection, allowed the summoning. But the catalyst may have been that one desperate plea, quiet and desperate, from someone who'd been forced to be alone for far too long - seeking a kindred spirit.]

[junkyardjesus]

[That 'something' Ichigo had managed to grab for, that took on Ichigo's wish and transformed it into the connection needed to summon a Heroic Spirit? A single dandelion growing out of the cracks in the sidewalk. A testament to Earth's ability to survive despite all odds.

It's fitting that the young man summoned has hair the color of that same dandelion, a yellow-gold that has just started to fade into brown. And, just like that weed, this man didn't look that impressive at a glance. In fact, he probably wouldn't be out of place at a high school. Tall, scrawny, and a bit on the messy side, this guy didn't really look much like the heroic spirits that usually got summoned.

He quickly shows that he belongs, though, by raising a hand and calling up a wall of vines, with himself and Ichigo on one side while the pursuers are on the other. He does this with ease too, without uttering a single word. A testament to the raw power contained within his unimpressive body.

It's only once that particular problem is taken care of that he finally turns his attention to Ichigo.]

I guess you're my master then?

[This doofy, carefree smile is probably out of place, given the danger of this particular moment. But it's there anyway.]

[bladeisme]

[Honestly, he hadn't expected anyone to come and save him - he'd been sure that this would be his end, but he'd still tried out of sheer panic, and was amazed when the summoning circle flared to life under him, even though he hadn't drawn one - his innate magical energy was enough to draw one on it's own, with that dandelion as the catalyst.

So when his new servant appears - and flings up vines without even a word, something he knew that should be impossible - he stares without a word, eyes wide until his new - servant? - speaks.

His mouth feels so very dry, and as he goes to speak, he coughs first before managing to get the words out.]

I-I guess...so.

[This has to be too good to be true, but he can faintly feel his pursuer - Lancer - back off and leave, apparently having been summoned to their master's side.]

I, uh - Who...What-

[A sharp sting on his chest suddenly draws his attention, and he pulls the neck of his shirt down to see his new command seals - a bright red, with lines traveling up on his shoulders, a fancy ring around a solid circle.

Ah. He'd heard that magus talk about this too - he really was in this war now, wasn't he?

Swallowing, he looks up at his servant, shakily getting to his feet. It's clear he hasn't had a decent sleep or meal in months, eyes rimmed with black circles.]

Your - your class is...probably, shit, what was it - Caster, right? Or something like that?

[junkyardjesus]

[The teen chuckles lightly at that.]

I guess it looks like I should be a Caster, huh? But no, I'm a Ruler. And trust me, I know I don't look like much of one.

[He really doesn't look like a Ruler at all. They're always saintly and super-important-looking. This guy looks like a normal teenager. Well, as normal as someone making a wall out of vines can look.]

Ah, but if you know about the classes, then you probably know enough about the Grail War that I don't need to explain it to you, right? That's always the most tedious part. Besides-

[He points back to the vines, which are in the process of being hacked at by the Lancer on the other side.]

We should probably be running anyway. That guy is pretty strong, and you look like you're about to pass out from exhaustion.