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Hollow III: Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 « Thread Started on Nov 29, 2005, 10:48am »
With any luck I'll get the rest done tonight or tomorrow. Here's the first part anyway. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- My awakenings always began with anguish. It was a process of falling from a sunless, dark abyss to a ground lit by the sun. From darkness to light. It was very much like the singing of birth when coming out through a birth canal. A body beaten to the brink of death being somehow sparked with life, once again lighting the mind in this world.
" " (shrieking) I writhed in sharp pain. The moment I was reborn, my blood circulation, my bone's connections, the linking of the nervous system, the movements of the internal organs, in short all my vital activities gave birth to "pain".
" " (shrieking)
I am alive to suffer. My already fried cerebrum seeking a normality state of operations given its damage, gained the ability of reactivation through pain. In short. This body was finally able to reach a state of possessing human thought by having pain.
" " (shrieking)
It felt as if the hundreds that I had been multiplied into had been stirred on top of a pallet. There was no longer a clear sense of self. Countless indistinguishable numbers of myself were molded into each other.
To be resurrected from zero required that much a price.
That cloudiness. Even agony merged and synchronized in that sensation of not being anything. There was no longer an ego. Why be reborn, why be subjugated to this pain? All those questions had irrelevancy of a long-passed equinoctial week.
It was a state of non-self. There was no happiness, nor sorrow. It was an eternally fruitless innocent paradise.
-But, just that alone was painful.
...Tears came down my cheeks. In the depths of this perfected land. Why am I, why am I still connected to something that pure?-
Once again, the first day began. The woman had parted ways and my lovely Master, the lady Bazett, lay sleeping on the sofa. Or so she seemed to be. She was actually dead. There was an obvious reason for that. Right in front of the church, she had her heart pierced by the Servant, Saber. Since she'll start breathing again eventually, there was no need to bother waking her up or burying her. Click Click All I had to do was guard this place as her Servant.
"Well, I'm bored shitless. Maybe I'll screw with her a bit..." Be honest to my own desires while being absolutely resistive to the desires of others. I'm the kind of Servant that prioritizes my own pleasure, so I'd rape Bazett's dead corpse. The usual me would eat and rape her without thinking twice. Once I realize what I was doing, the room would be a mess.
Of course, I'd only do that if she hadn't been my Master. If she wakes up while I was doing her, she'd be a pain in the ass to deal with later. I was used to getting hated and getting killed, but getting cried at? That wasn't love.
With nothing else to do, I looked for the first time at a simple way of wasting time. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. I slid the panels, matching the ticking of the seconds hand of a clock. Delaying the timing of the sliding by a beat, I became seriously focussed on the game.
"........., ah......" I heard a sultry breath from the sofa.
Lightly shaking her head, Bazett glared at me as if I were her enemy.
"Yo. Wide awake, eh, Master. I hope you're not going to be telling me that your memory's fuzzy again."
"...My memory is clear. I know that you are my Servant, that I am using this mansion as a safe house, as well as that I am a Master. I also remember my memory being uncertain when I awoke here previously." "Glad too see you're quick on the uptake. Hmm, right. So let's go off and continue the war."
"...Wait. My memory before coming to this mansion is vague, but I remember completely what happened afterwards. This includes being defeated and killed by other Masters."
"---Well, well. You can't even remember what really matters but you still end up remembering the useless stuff. So, who gives a shit? You're alive right now, just leave it at that. Don't worry about the details."
Click Click "I cannot. Do you really think I can put up ignoring this absurdity? ...Answer me, Servant. We were defeated. Why are we still alive?" "Why? eCuz we came back to life. Ok, precisely speaking, we went back to the first night."
Bazett showed no signs of surprise. I guess she must have thought over what happened the moment she woke up. That kind of ability had to be called a rarity. The problem was that she hadn't realized she had that gift. Nah, more like she looked down on herself. Not my job to tell her about that anyways.
"...Oh really. If that were true, my Servant is quite the big shot. Revival of the dead requires the usage of the Magics of time travel, control over parallel worlds, negation of nothingness. Are you telling me that you are an Epic Spirit that can work miracles?"
Why are you looking at me like that? You don't believe me? No, actually, you're making me fun of me, no doubt about it. No ma'am! Lowly little old me can't do something that friggin' nuts!
"Alright, just think I'm doing an imitation of it. You'll come back to life even if you die. As long as our contract is still active, you can start over as many times as you want. No matter who you lose to, you can start over from scratch just like you now."
"...I do not grasp the fundamental theory, but I understand that we have reset....no, that we are in a loop. I have no idea what Noble Phantasm you are using, but I will put that aside. When it becomes night, you will be resurrected...no that would be incorrect. If you die, you will skip back to the time you were alive in this place. The result is that we escape death because we are still alive."
"A type of Noble Phantasm that interferes/alternates destiny? Yes, that would be an appropriate power for an Epic Spirit. I see. This would account for the weakness of its welder."
So you couldn't accept that I was that weak, huh. Ok, ok, of course anyone would get fed up since I did get killed without showing any of my good points.
"Yup, that's right. Feel free to die whenever you feel like it. Oh one more thing. If you're going to get killed, try your best to do it at night. I can't fight unless it's dark. See, I'm not energetic during the daytime."
"...I see. So the condition for the loop to take affect is that it must occur in the evening. Yes, that Noble Phantasm would be too powerful without a weakness of that sort."
Boss, you're getting it all wrong. ...Whatever. It all comes down to the same thing anyway.
"...Very well. I will only be active during the evening. I will be sleeping here during the day. Therefore, I expect that you will restrain yourself from doing things without my permission. "Gotcha. But the same goes for you, lady. Never go out during the daytime. I'm really weak when there's light out. If there's no Master around to protect me, I'm going to get killed real fast."
"...I understand. For some reason it feels as if our relationship has been extremely reversed, but I do have a grasp of your characteristics. Your combat ability is nil, however your special abilities are unique. I will do the fighting. You, on the other hand, can use that special Noble Phantasm as support."
"Mmmf. I appreciate the offer, but aren't you taking things a little too far Master? I mean, I can fight a little. I'll say flat out that I can't beat a Servant, but if I really feel like it I could at least buy some ti-"
"Buy some time with what you showed me in the last fight? I do not expect you to be of any use in a battle. Just stay here." "Oh. ...Hey, I'm fine with taking it easy but you're never going to win this way. I really don't think you're going to be able to separate a Master from a Servant again and again."
When it comes down to it, fighting in the Heaven's Feel means beating a Servant. Without taking down a Servant, you're not going to be able to kill its Master. Except there is no way a human being is going to be able to match up to a Servant. That's why I'm saying I'll help her out even though I really don't want to bother. But.
"There is no need to separate them. I will defeat the Servant."
Bazett claimed with unshakable confidence.
"......." ...Well that's a surprise. Here I thought most things wouldn't even shake me, but that one just sent a chill down my back.
"I have a more pressing question. You said that we would be revived as long as we were killed during the evening. Is there some sort of cost to this? For example, losing my magical circuits? Or is there a limit to the number of times you may use your Noble Phantasm?"
"Huh? Naw, there's no cost. You don't have to give up a dime. My element is emptiness. As long as there's nothingness, I'll keep coming back to life. Just relax and keep going along until you're satisfied."
"...I have just confirmed. So, I will not lose as long as long as my pact with you is in effect."
Click, Click Right, right. eCourse, you won't win either.
"So then, this would leave only problem...no, never mind. I shouldn't be voicing any discontent with such favorable conditions....what am I thinking..." "Huh? What? Something else on your mind?"
"Tc..... Ah, I have a stupid question. It is marvelous to be revived like this after dying. It is an advantage that borders on being illegal, correct?"
"Except, erm. Would it be in anyway possible to get rid of that pain when being revived? Even if I can escape death, whenever I think that I will have to pass through that pain in the future, I get squeamish, or how should I put it..." "Say what? Lady, you're not scared shitless whenever you get revived, are you?"
"I, I am not....! It only feels uncomfortable and eerie! ...I do not know whether that is the moment that is called hell. What I do know is that it was hideously repulsive. Normally, the dead are mindless. A normal one would not feel any discomfort at all, but to one possessing a mind, that is the foulest pit imaginable."
"Oh....yeah, that's right. Can't help that. I don't feel a thing though. It's like, when I realize it, I'm here. Guess it's just the difference between humans and Servants. But, y'know..."
You're going to have put up with that much. Come on, normally you'd be dead.
"But, umm. Miss Bazett, I believe you're being spoiled?"
"...I, I know that! I was not being serious! That is the price of resurrection, so I will try to stand that level of torture." "Right, right. You're gonna be going there a lot from now on, so you better get used to being on the receiving end while you still have the time."
"Hmph, do you think I will let myself be killed countless times? The next one to be killed will be Servant. I will definitely strike her through the chest just like she did to me." "That's my Master. Ok, so, I guess we ought to continue the Heaven's Feel while you're still ablaze with enthusiasm."
I stopped talking and went towards the door. Honestly, I didn't give a shit about the Heaven's Feel. But, I really didn't like getting my ass toasted all the time.
I want to find and kill my enemies now, right now. I'll kill those bastards that hurt me. I'll kill those bastards that didn't do anything to help me. I'll kill everything, I'll murder every single living human I see.
If I don't, I'm not going to be able to stay insane. If I don't, I'm not going to be able to stand sanity.
"What is it? You don't want to go, Master?" I held back my erupting heart and turned back towards Bazett. So that wont for murder just now got her to remember what I did now. Bazett looked at me the same way when she accused me of killing those people in that bloody house.
"...So it is true, I am careless. How could I forget to ask the most important question?"
Don't even have to bother wondering why. You forgot because you didn't want to remember.
"Answer me. Just what Servant are you?" It was a question filled with hostility. With that, I grinned, like a little girl waiting for her boyfriend, and told her my class name with hatred and joyfulness,
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Re: Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 « Reply #3 on Dec 1, 2005, 2:26am »
Someone shoot me. Probably will work on the encounter with Karen when you take Saber along plus some Lancer and Gil events for the next round. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- She attacked in an extremely fast combination. A right straight smashed the skull of the monsters relentlessly. Hard to believe it came from a human being, actually, it made me feel sorry for the enemy.
Probably out of revenge for having had 10 of their pals killed, more prey came dancing at her. The moment right after she punched her right first, cursed claws took the opportunity to strike at her seemingly immovable position...!
She dodged just by lightly turning her head and simultaneously pounded her right leg into the side of its head. Sharp and heavy. The head flew off like a tomato. Without bothering to visually confirm that, Bazett turned around to face the newcomers coming from behind, and once again intercepted them with lethal timing.
--------It's almost as if she were a spinning-top fitted with a blade. It is a dance of death, able to respond to all directions, slicing away at those who attack, and merciless pounding repeatedly at where its headed.
"Well damn. I'm not needed at all."
I was doing pretty well on my own while seeing how she was doing, but while I was slicing up one of these guys, Bazett pulverized around three. And I mean pulverized literally. With those thiiiiin legs and her fists, she totally scattered flesh, cutting through bone.
Seriously, I'm impressed. To think human hand-to-hand combat would improve this much. It seems like there were runes of hardening carved on her fists, legs, knees, and fingernails, but the basic bodywork for that must have been an art perfected for use by "human beings". Way different from us when we had gone berserk, letting instinct take care of the rest.
Bazett's technique was the legacy of days of blood and sweat. How many hours and how much pain did she spend to be able to use it? I mean, she's a young girl, whoops, a mature woman. Weren't there other things she could have learned? There probably hadn't been anything. To that walking weapon Bazett was, these monsters weren't fit to be called enemies. They were reduced to being weak sheep to be hunted, game that came together in groups. Oh Sukesan, be satisfied with what you have done and forgive them. Speaking of which, who the hell is Sukesan?
"-I see. Are these "unknown things" you spoke of before?"
Sighing heavily, Bazett packed away her leather gloves. What the fuck, little miss walking weapon pulverizes around 20 monsters to death and all you do at the end is make one big sigh!?
"...They most likely are a type of familiar. Their intelligence is low, and they have no uses other than to kill humans. However, they are fitted for use in large numbers. It is evident that there is an 8th Master that was not picked as a Master. ...I cannot allow a magus that would use this sort of familiar to attack people indiscriminately to run wild. Do you have any ideas regarding this?" "Who, me?"
"Ummmm, I dunno anything about the guy you're talking about, Master. Well, we'll run into him eventually right?" After all, we've got plenty of time. This isn't going to end regardless of what we do, so we'll meet each other one of these days by coincidence anyway.
"...Very well. Also, I would like to apologize for doubting you earlier. The disturbance in this city were mainly the responsible of these monsters. You had nothing to do with this."
"Don't worry about it. I'm use to getting all the bad rap. Besides, I'm not so different. The only difference between me and them is who killed first. The only reason why I'm not doing anything is 'cuz my job's already been done for me since these guys are running around killing everything in town."
I like being able to take it easy while not wasting any time, but yknow, a job's a job. Really can't let other people take it away from me. My meaning to exist is involved. If I go unemployed, I can't live.
"-Stop it. I do not know what Epic Spirit you are, but as you are my Servant, I will not let you drag bystanders into this war." "Look, lady..... I didn't kill anybody today. Like that guy with the cart before? I just watched him off while drooling yknow? And I really wanted to munch on some oden and meat too. But I'm an obedient little puppy, listening to the words of my owner. C'mon, pat me on the head."
"That is what you are normally ought to be doing. Why should I praise you for that?" My owner's a tightass. One of these days you've got yourself to blame when I move on to the rebellious stage.
"More importantly, I want you to clarify to me your identify. I know what your Noble Phantasm is but I have yet to hear your true name. I know I may be late in asking this, but what hero are you?" "Told you that in the beginning didn't I. I think it's your own fault for not remembering, but....ah ha. Your memory's still fuzzy huh."
"That is......yes, that is true. There is no point to hide it any longer. Avenger. I do not remember forming a contract with you. I had assumed that it would recover given time, but circumstances proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. I cannot wait forever for my memory to come back."
"Ok, so you want me to give you the laydown again right away. Now that's what you want me to do, but look, the stuff I know if mostly the stuff you already know? You summoned and made a contract with me to be your Servant. Once I could tell what was going on, I was in that mansion and then got leashed by you and bossed around. Now, back then I gave my true name......well, not it's really a big deal if anybody hears what it is."
"Not a big deal....? What do you..." "See, I don't have my own name. Don't have a clue to what my name was when I was alive."
"That isn't possible...!? The fact that you are a Servant makes you an Epic Spirit! There is no such thing as a nameless hero....!" "Yup. That's why I have a title. I just don't have a name as a human being. I can tell you the name other people call me. Is that good enough?"
".....Of course. When our contract was being formed, I should have heard your name. The result is that I judged that I trus....no, I believed you possessed a power suitable for achieving victory in the war. Could you tell what that name was that I had approved of?" "Angra Mainyu. A name of an old tradition from the middle of nowhere."
Yeah, don't really need to hide it. First off, it wasn't that big a deal so I just gave her a straight answer.
"Angra Mainyu.....that, that name.."
Isn't the name of a hero. Or, isn't fit to be a hero. Or, isn't a name you'd give to a person. Yeah, yeah. Your face is just telling me all of the above. I understand how my dear Master feels. It's not as if I live up to my namesake.
Angra Mainyu. The name of the most powerful demon in ancient Persia. The greatest nemesis in Zoroasterianism, as well an embracer of evil that kept fighting 9000 years against the god of light, guardian of the good of humanity. Basically, you could say the god of evil. The bad part is the friggin huge scale. Approving of half the world? Give me a break. It bothers me to have to be named that. ...Honestly, if I was given a smaller genre, like say....the god of desks or pots, it would have suited me better.
The tale of Zoroasterianism revolves around the discord caused by the two gods of good and evil. It's the first religion that put into form the duality of angels and demons.
Of course, I've never seen an angel in my life, and I'm not exactly acquaintances wit any demons. I was just one villager that idolized those teachings. Apparently, just a minor good sin was enough for me to get treated like a hero and elevated to an Epic Spirit after I died.
"Don't get the wrong impression. It's not like I'm the real god himself. I just happened to be similar enough to the guy to warrant getting his name as a temporary one. That's why I'm weak as an Epic Spirit and a useless third-rate loser just like you already know."
"I have acknowledged that long ago. There is no point to still be making excuses for that."
Hahahaha. Nice subtle bitterness there, Master.
"But....Angra Mainyu, no, I mean the Servant that I had summoned was..."
Very different, had a more affectionate tone...didn't he?
Bazett Fraga McRemitz wondered to herself.
"...Well, well. Affectionate tone huh. What, was there some other spirit you wanted to summon? Had a strong, full-fledged Epic Spirit in mind, not a bozo like me eh?"
"Ah....n-no, I wasn't really..."
Thinking that, she tacked on softly. Yeah, that's a reeaal obvious reaction. Had some other guy on your mind...ok, so I already knew that, but who would have thought you would have been choosy about your Servants too! Ppht. Ah, so my relationship with her was just a compromise. And I was being relatively serious about it too. Ah, whatever.
"That's an interesting face you got there. So even you can make that kind of face. Well, kind of caught me off guard, but it's just like I thought. So, what kind of guy is your type?" "Wh-why are you bringing this up? We had not been talking about my taste in men! I was only thinking about the difference between you and another Epic Spirit."
"Now look, that's the same thing as talking about men. Most important thing when looking for a familiar is the user's personal tastes, so normally a female Master would summon a hot stud right. Ah. What, don't tell me you wanted to summon a female Epic Spirit? ....My, that's deep. Oh boy, so the reason why you're wearing that suit was for practical reasons and because you're a lesbian."
"I do not allow that sort of private emotion to interfere with my actions. I made a contract with you because I had judged that to be the correct decision. Feelings towards the other sex are irrelevant to that. ...However, I will admit that I said something that is misleading. Yes, I did intend on summoning a particular Epic Spirit."
"Ok, . If you're too stubborn to admit it, just tell me. You're not going to lose anything anyway. Let's let everything out of the bag, why don't we? So, Master. Which Epic Spirit were you going to summon?"
"...Going to summon is not the right phrase. I had no guarantee that I would be able to summon him and a part of me did not believe he had really existed."
She started to trail off. Must be going over some old memories. Berating herself, the emotional state of the woman standing in front me was regressing.
"Ok, now I get it. Can't summon a hero you don't believe in. But, you wanted to meet the guy huh?" "....Perhaps. It is embarrassing, but I am not sure myself."
"...When I was a child. I, ah...I had not been interested in anything. I could not understand what others considered "fun". This brought my parents at a loss of what to do much of time.. ...Then my father told me. 'You go through each day as if it was work', he said. He always apologized to me, looking at me sadly."
"The ones who suffered had only been my parents probably. Unable to sense the guilt my father held, I wasted my youth as tediously as ever. The majority of my memories were of those plain days. ...But, there was one thing that enthralled me. Just why only it had been an effect on me, I do not know, not even now. When I stumbled onto it in my house's study and read that old story, one that could be found anywhere in my country, I was very sad."
".....An old story huh. So, that's it."
Someone she didn't believe in but still wanted to meet. One of the many phantasms that young children dream of and forget in maturity, tossed away in great number, huh.
"....Yes. It was only when I was in this fairytale that I could become like other children my age. It was the tale of a hero, one that was vivid to even a child. But that story did not end brightly. It was a tale that should not have been praised."
"....Yes, everyone says that it is a heroic tale, but I could only see it as being a different sort of story. That time, I thought to myself. That I want to save him. ...That it was acceptable for someone as worthless as myself to wish to save him, if it were possible."
"........."
With universal equity, human beings have and are granted the right to possess the desire to "save" someone. After all, even I've got that desire. Now, the definition of "saving" is going to be different from person to person. But as long as that desire is still a wish, it's not something that others can comdemn. Her problem though,
That it was acceptable to wish to save him.
That little girl didn't understand something that obvious. Bazett turned into a "wish" something that anybody can do. The one thing that little girl accepted was that fairytale hero.
".......Sigh."
Don't ignore it. (static) Bastard, next time I meet you, I'll kill you.
"You're not selfish enough. That's your wish? Funny how the Holy Grail's always being used cheaply." I laughed wickedly. Honestly, the idea of using a fairy tale against a fairy tale was damn amusing.
"T-that is the story of my childhood not what my wish would be. We were talking about which Epic Spirit I would choose, yes? If I had a catalyst to summon him with, you wanted to know why I would summon him." "Hahahaha, but you ended up summoning a bum like me. You've got no luck with men, eh!"
I laughed again. Seriously, she definitely looks like she hasn't gotten any luck with men.
"Avenger. My current desire is to secure the Holy Grail and bring it back to the Association. I have no personal wishes to make with the Holy Grail." "Yeah, I know. You aren't that resourceful." After all, you can't make a wish with something that is non-existent. The only thing coming from zero is zero.
"....It is your turn Avenger. Since I told you, tell me. What is your wish?" "Huh?" Nuts, she turned the table on me. Yeah, just like Master, there's no wish I want to make using the Holy Grail. What I'm naturally interested in now, sadly enough, is just one thing.
"My wish? Mmmmrm, if I really got to say something, I'd like to complete a picture."
Heheheh, yeah look at me like a clueless twit. When we get back later, she's going to find that puzzle I was working on and yell at me for a more serious answer.
"....Wait. Did you just feel a strong sensation of mana?" "Sorry, don't have no mana detection. But if you want to know where it came from, I just saw it. Something just shined on the roof of that building." Bazett reacted quickly. She carried on her shoulder the rack that she was rolling by her feet, and ran towards Center Building without bothering to tell me to come with her.
I obediently chased after Bazett. ....You know. It's bugging me. Just what is that? Bazett was carrying a cylinder. I had thought there was a weapon inside, but acted like she threw it away during that last free-for-all. I can't help not wondering about that funny container if it's being carried in front of me.
"Hey, what's that?" "...." Bazett was looking for the back entrance into the building. From what I can tell, she was pretty tense. "Come on, tell me what it is."
I was being persistent too. Except, she was doing work while I was asking her. "......Sigh." Maybe my sincerity got through to her. Bazett stopped moving and showed me the container.
Length of observation: Approx. 1 minute. After Bazett showed it to me,
"How was it? Do you understand what it is?" "Oh, yeah. There's probably a tea set inside." "......."
Whoops, pissed her off. With wrinkles forming between her brows, she reluctantly opened the cylinder.
Balls plopped out. Size-wise it was about the size of one of those balls they use in track and field. I'm guessing it can hold 5 at max, but right now there are only 3.
I see, I see. It all makes sense now that she's shown me what's inside. To think she was carrying this artifact. How fearsome you are, Bazett Fraga McRemitz! By the way.
"What's this?"
The mystery had only deepened.
"I will not give you an explanation. At the very least, you should know that it is not a tea set." Bazett placed the spheres inside and remounted the cylinder on her back. Not telling me what her trump card is because she doesn't trust me I bet. Let's ignore that for now.
"You sure are the strong one. Got enough muscles to support that chest of yours on your shoulders? For somebody not using them at all, they're friggin' huge y'know." With my sharpened eyes, I told her the objective truth. Bazett stopped dead in her tracks, then turning around slowly like a rusted doll,
"-How charming. Your wittiness is accurate and daring enough to make me want to kill you occasionally." Yeah, now that's my kind of tension. Masters and Servant have to be like this. This feeling of being bound to her by intent that had a good chance of making her kill me since she would figure that I'll revive anyway.
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Re: Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 « Reply #4 on Dec 1, 2005, 2:27am »
There was nobody on the roof of the building. Only the sound of powerful wind greeted us.
"...I see that we were too late. There are remains of someone being here, but it is impossible to find where he escaped." Bazett looked down at the city from the edge of the roof, having something in mind.
What am I doing? I'm wiping off the blood remains on the floor with my feet.
This was the highest place in Shinto. The moon was somewhat low. If there were a ladder or stairs, I could probably reach it.
Even though most of the humans are gone, the lights in this city are still on. I gazed at life below, covered in dazzling prosperity. -I'm not bored. I must not bear any special feelings towards anything, but for now, there isn't any sin to this scenery.
"Avenger." Out of the blue. Bazett came next to me.
"Whaaat? Find anything interesting?" "I saw multiple monsters of the type we encountered. From here, it seems that we can locate the familiars in Shinto visually." Your eyes are looking obsessive. Instead of enjoying the city scenery, she apparently was glaring at the monsters wandering around Shinto.
"Ok, and? Is this the part where you say we'll find the familiars' master by watching them all night from here?" "That is not realistic. The familiars appear to be expendable. As they do not return to their master, we will not discover his main base by observing them from here." "Yeah, let's not do anything pointless. Glad to know my Master's got some smarts. But going by what you're saying, oh, don't tell me..."
"Avenger. I want to wipe out those monsters. For that, I need you to help me." "......" Figures it would come down to this. Shit, why did you have to be such a goody-two-shoes? This is making me want to tear you apart.
"Got to admit it makes more sense than ordering me to not drag in innocent bystanders though. You fine with this Master? I thought you wanted to win the war. Yeah, so the master of these guys are in the way. But there's this contradiction about wanting to wipe them out because they're going around killing people. I mean, you decided that you were going to be a bad girl but you want to be a good girl? That's way too convenient."
Now then, I didn't hide my hostility so it was obvious that we were about to kill each. I turned one arm behind me and materialized my favorite dagger. That prediction I had before about killing each other at least one....is going to be a reality 10 minutes after I predicted that. I'd make a good prophet.
My policy is to wait for the opposition to come at me before I attack. It really is a pity, but we should do this at least onc-..huh?"
"You are correct. Yes, it is true that my objective is not to save others." There was some hesitation. Swallowing that as wisdom,
"However, I want to correct what is wrong. Now that I know what is going on, I cannot pretend that nothing is happening."
She said as if she were trying to convince herself.
".....Oh ho. Now why's that? Because killing's bad? Because you letting them get away is bad? -Or could it be that saving people is more important than the Heaven's Feel?"
Probably all of the above. That's why Bazett was being pressured by these tied up contradictions. If she thinks that she is right, she wouldn't look so pained. While trying to hold back the contradiction of a magus that she was,
"Reasons are not needed for doing what one believes is right. ....No, I think that reasons must not exist. If one feels their actions to be right...."
The words of reason and gain should not be used as shields, is probably what she wanted to say.
"...Uwah, self-righteousness. Shit, got to be careful of that." "Yes, I do not need you to tell me that. I already know."
Had to get serious on me didn't you. That's what she believed to be the "right" way of living. On the other side, the current Bazett Fraga McRemitz was subordinate to the reason that was the Association. It'd be fine if she was tough enough to get a good balance between both, but.
"Well, that's a wonderful ideology but you don't have to take it that far. There's nothing physical to it. Keep wooing it all you want, but you're not going to get anything in return. Why don't you think about joining a power that would give you some perks?"
"...As I said before, I am also a member of the Mage Association. I of all people want something in return but that has nothing to do with this. I just want to live as correctly as possible."
Why do you want to live correctly? That's said when a person doesn't think he's living correctly. So he struggles to show that he's cleaning his sinful hide even if only a little bit by making the right actions.
Cripes.
"-Seems just like little Miss Serious. Basically, you want to be virtuous."
What a clumsy....miserable way of living this human has.
"......Yes, that is probably true. But it was a wish that could not be granted. I am a person that is only appreciated for destroying. Virtue belongs to those that are loved by others, that are able to give to others. It is something that I will never gain.
To contribute to society. To save people. That was what virtue is. All she can do is destroy. A person unable to fix, cannot truly win trust is what her is what her eyes were beseeched to me.
"You're out of the ballpark lady." "No. I cannot throw away my belongings to save the destitute nor can I make a new organization. I am only one gear, unable to ever get away from being an insignificant individual. ...That kind of person should not be able to earn any great virtue."
"-Now that's not true."
Ack, actually got seriously angry there. Not good...I'm actually getting into a serious conversation here.
"That alone is totally wrong. You can't buy virtue with cash. Virtue is the stuff of the soul. That's not something you earn. You develop inside of yourself, suffering all the way long." "......."
It's the same for any human, no matter how insignificant, no matter how powerless, no matter how worthless. It's a function at birth no different from any other refined by the will to move forward.
...In it, there is no line drawn between good and evil. It was only to those that sought their peak as living beings that the door to enlightenment was opened to.
"Do you mean that virtue.....one's value is not dependent on the evaluation of others?" "What? Nah, if you're talking about value, it's all based on how other people see it. That's why we have virtue, that's why we try to improve ourselves. Parameters that are there to hook you up with somebody that'll buy you for more than your worth."
Improvement of inner space is linked to the improvement of external space by results. You cling on to being a "good person" as much as a braggart with a complex about being alone, and feel ashamed about what you have done. Don't want to be hated so you try to be good. So then you start thinking that you're so self-serving. But.
"-But there's nothing wrong with that. It's ok to be proud about wanting to be accepted by others. Somebody that feels the same way will definitely accept some other person the same way. If that general strategy of yours is actually for your own sake, then there's nothing wrong about it."
The devotional virtue of enjoying life with others is in it. eCourse she still hasn't gotten to that point yet and I'm not sure she'll ever realize it before she dies. Anyway, this woman's clumsy. And despite that, a part of her is resourceful enough to be able to anything just like now.
Hard as a rock while being retrospective. Self-reform that keeps putting you on detours. While knowing that you're wrong, while screaming that it isn't a big deal, you struggle desperately towards a brighter direction.
Yeah........I offered a hand to that kind of human didn't I.
".....Err. I had not expected such a remarkable viewpoint from you. Is it all right to interpret this as meaning you have no complaints about my strategy from now on?" "Yeah. I guess I'm fine with being a hero? Feels good too. Not so bad to be saving people from dying horribly every once in a while." The sound of the word hero makes me want to vomit, but that's best word for it.‚¤B
".....I did not expect that. I was under the impression that you would despise the word hero more than anything else." "Yeah I hate it. But I like the orientation of it." "Excuse me?" First off, it doesn't change what I do. We wander around the city at night, kill other Masters and kill those monsters. Only the priority ranks became the same. You could still it was my range of action.
There was still plenty of life in Fuyuki. Until my Master gets full, the grail isn't going to run dry. Never attaining victory, the two of us, who know no death, will overcome only defeat.
"Right, let's keep on doing this until you're satisfied Master. It's a part of the learning experience. Enjoy it until you get bored of it."
I counted the ravaging winds alone. From this tower, the closest to the heavens, the lights of the city looked like a lie.
The Heaven's Feel will keep on continuing. My murders will keep on continuing. We'll probably be defeated even tomorrow and be revived again. Until then, I'll stick with her for the time being until Bazett changes her plan.
Here was a far and deep, hollow sky. Everything gained is all going to be an illusion in the end.
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Re: Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 « Reply #5 on Dec 1, 2005, 2:28am »
"Let's keep on doing this until you're satisfied Master. It's a part of the learning experience. Enjoy it until you get bored of it."
Having said that, my Servant looked elsewhere. For whatever reason his disposition changed, he ceased talking and quietly gazed at the nighttime scenery.
...The Servant, Avenger. A class not among the seven classes, but there are times when exceptions occur in the Heaven's Feel. Avenger is one of those.
The notion of an Epic Spirit meaning vengeance was a contradiction, but the title of Angra Mainyu itself was a mystery. It was common among heroes to be recorded in history by the titles they gained later, and not by the names they were born with. The story that I told him of the hero of my homeland was also one of them.
But, the tone of the name Angra Mainyu was too ominous. I must ask him one day what his name, not that horrible name, but the name he was given at birth.
Below, I saw dark shadows wandering across the city. Even with Kenaz, all I could tell from here was the general state of Shinto. Fuyuki is divided into two by the Mion River. To see what is going on in Miyamachou, which lay past the large bridge, I would have to go across it directly. Those black monsters had to be hiding there.
...I wonder, by what ritual were those monsters bounded by? I have never seen those type of familiars even in the Association. While operating mysteriously under orders, possessing no intelligence, their apparent purpose was unclear.
Combat ability is fairly high. Like large hunting dogs or feral monkeys with amplified humanoid form. A human without combat experience would be killed immediately with no resistance. A human with ten years of more of involvement in martial arts and sports could put up a fight for several seconds provided the conditions were favorable, or could escape.
However, there were many. In addition, their appearance. A form that was physiologically repulsive, nails that stuck out like blades, a bark-like rough body. If several of them attack a human, it was not possible to survive without firearms. Also,
" "
...That scream was too discomforting. It was a shrilling voice that the ears couldn't withstand, totally different from the roar of a virulent beast, If insects that herded together under shade possessed a vocal system, they would definitely make those cries.
He....Avenger didn't seem to mind those voices. In the last fight, he had fought those monsters as if it was simple work.
I had not evaluated his power so highly. His self-title, the weakest Servant, was correct ...But while it was correct, it would be fraud for any Epic Spirit to have a hard time against that sort of minion.
"How is it fraud? I told you off from the start that I was the weakest." "-Wait. Can you read my mind?" "Can't read it. You looked like you were thinking that so I just said it. Well, be fun if I could since what you're really like and what you look like don't match at all."
The Servant laughed unrestrainedly. This man's crudeness did not suit me at all. And he was weak. And he was all talk. I'm going to have to be the one to take the lead on the revenge match with Saber.
...But it could be worse. This Servant excelled at not dying. To begin with, he was "unkillable" as he would revive after dying, but it may have been from that lack of worry that he was extremely good at fighting defensively.
In the previous fight. I went around dealing with being surrounded by causing each of them to fall one by one in a matter of seconds. He, however, had completely warded them off, while being surrounded, until I ran to support him. His fighting style did not allow him to win, but it did not cause him to lose either. That....I really don't want to admit it, but that was an outstandingly good match with my combat strategy.
A stronger wind blew past me. At the corner of my eyes, the hair of the Servant standing next to me flowed. "....Eh?" There was a primitive shaman that the valley wind had blown against. I witnessed that simple image taking nature as it was, living and dying along with it.
"-Avenger, what was...." "About to time to get going. You figured out where the buggers are gathering together right? They might look like that but they're still leaving. Slicing them apart ought to cheer you up."
....It was only my imagination. Avenger had only been looking for where the monsters were.
"Ah, I get it. Don't have to think that hard. Heheh, you're pretty bad yourself Master. So in the end, aren't you telling me to kill any enemy I get my eyes on?"
Rotating his brutal knife skillfully, he hooked his lips upward as if he was truly having fun. As long as he can kill something, he's happy. Whether human or animal. They were originally the same beast.
"....." I stared at my Servant. "Ack. Ok, ok, I take it back, I take it back. I won't kill people. I'll only kill Masters and those monsters so don't look at me like that. ...Damn, this is no fun. Ah, what an anal-retentive Master...the only big thing she's got her are her tits..."
With that sarcasm, he disappeared inside the building.
"......He's the worst. No matter what I say, he still is the same."
Sighing, I put the roof behind me. Above my head was the ominous moon, below me were the deep sea that of the city. I had disgust and distrust for the Servant I am fighting with. This was a war that was being filled with only worrisome materials.
.....Even so, I became attached to that Servant, if only slightly more than yesterday.
.....The Servant that was gazing at the city. Without reason, I thought of a contradiction when seeing that cold appearance,
That man was hopelessly evil. ....But even so. At the same time could it be that he loved humanity just as much?
Re: Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 « Reply #8 on Dec 2, 2005, 10:04am »
yes, word copy paste has embedded text format data, that is why when you paste it on other text editor you get encoding format too. Best would be to save your file in a text-only file but this is not a hassle, the translation is definitely the more important thing, and thank you very much for that
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Re: Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 « Reply #9 on Dec 2, 2005, 3:08pm »
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I'm the kind of Servant that prioritizes my own pleasure, so I'd rape Bazett's dead corpse. The usual me would eat and rape her without thinking twice. Once I realize what I was doing, the room would be a mess.
Of course, I'd only do that if she hadn't been my Master. If she wakes up while I was doing her, she'd be a pain in the ass to deal with later.
What a pleasant Servant. And thanks for the translations, they're more then appreciated
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