Ficlet: Hebert West
Hebert West
Worm/Fate (Type Moon) Crossover
A/N - I was cleaning out some paperwork from my closet and I found some old fic notes. I like the idea too much to just toss everything so I've typed up what little I had written on the notepad. Further plot points at the end.
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Two entities bridged space in a dance. Ponderously slow, they wandered the void like seeds on the wind.
[Destination.]
The Warrior questioned his partner, the idea of unknowing streaming across the infinite as a thousand possible paths to a thousand different worlds. Nestled within the other's consciousness packet of certainty spun, devouring the questing thought that fed it like a cancer. The paths were parsed and considered until only one world and a handful of its iterations remained.
[Agreement.]
The two continued on uncaring of the ripples their passage left, or what had overheard their communication and the steps taken in response.
[Trajectory.]
A ghost of barred teeth questioned, gnashing with rust and crimson icor.
[Agreement.]
Grudgingly given as a body stayed in motion, still and yet ever moving, listening to the whispers of a kind that was alien and yet kin to itself.
[Solution.]
Elsewhere, a cup spilled forth potential.
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She had not expected to be summoned a second time. Such a thing, she would have explained, was impossible. Against her own wishes, on the command seal backed orders of Emiya she had destroyed the Holy Grail. She remembered striking with her Nobel Phantasm and the corrupt energies unleashed had shreadded her armor and the tentative link to Emiya that kept her soul anchored to the world.
"I ask you," Her mouth shaped the words, the air in her chest releasing them as reflexively as breathing, yet it was not her lips they tumbled past. Alert, with the crackle of unbound magic still popping in her ears, Servant Saber rose from her summoned, kneeling position and called her sword.
"Mother of God!" A voice yelped, high pitched and accompanied by the scraping of metal. Saber narrowed her eyes and subtly shifted the currents of prana laced air concealing her blade. Rust scented smoke cleared from the vortex, her heartbeat increasing as she took in what had been concealed. By Britania, how could the other six servants be gathered at her own summoning? Why? Where was her master? Where was this? A narrow hallway made narrower by the rows of locked, metal cabinets on either side. Far from ideal; if she tried to use Excaliber's full potential she'd bring the roof down on them all.
"Hero!" The same nervous voice exclaimed over the increasingly agitated whispers of her fellow Heroic Spirits. A petite woman in armor not so disimiliar to Saber's own, excepting the odd helm with its bowl like embellishments, bounced off the ceiling and then through open arms around a red-faced and red-armored man. "I need a Hero!"
A rapier hung loosely at her side.
"Seems you're spoiled for choice, then." Saber shifted her attention, and her defense stance, to a man in fine black leather and gold emelishments. He, too, possessed a sword along with a smile that was nothing but lies. A woman with hair like sunlight and dress that could have been woven from fire and gold clutched at his arm, a warning whisper of Cesare escaping perfect, pink lips.
Saber frowned. The resemblance between herself and the other woman was alarming. What was she? Caster?
As the very last of the smoke dissapated a strange, striped woman was revealed. The man in black leathers tilted his head, hand on the hilt of his sword, and addressed a question to the black and white and utterly unarmored woman, "Caterina?"
The woman ignored him. Naked but for the lush fur that concealed the details of her sex, the last servant stared at her own clawed hands as if fascinated. The man in black frowned, stepping forward against his -ally's?- calls of caution only to be brought short by the petite woman appearing in front of him without crossing the intervening distance. A noble phantasm, or a skill?
In the shadows of her odd helm the mouse like woman squeaked, "Don't set her off!"
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NOTES: So, that is where my scrawls ended. Basically, Taylor triggered with QA but instead of bugs she commands all the magic juice of all Taylor Heberts in all versions the Earths. So that's a lot of magical power running through magical circuits that haven't been used before. She's only really got one spell, to make contracts with servants and use her near infinate prana powers to keep their energy topped up. The catalysts for summoning were essays/textbooks that were found in Taylor's and surrounding lockers.
Servant Cast!
Saber: Arturia, Assassin: Lucretia Borgia, Archer: Cesare Borgia, Beserker: Siberian, Caster: Hero, Rider: Mouse Protector, Lancer: Loki Laufeyson
I don't remember exactly where I wanted to take this, but I know I had Taylor in a wheel chair for a while and Lucretia posing as her personal nurse/body guard. The stress from sudden transplant of the Grail based magic crest and influx of prana fucked up Taylor's nerves but good. Meanwhile without specifcs orders against it, Cesare took over the Merchants because that is what Cesare does. Not the drugs, but the conquest. And really, it's in their name, he can't resist something like that. Archer's Bridge Merchants.
Arturia is busy getting the lay of the land, mostly doing small acts of heroism and possibly getting into pissing matches with the local dragon.
Hero and Mouse Protector are laying low, the former because he needs to rebuild is tech base and deal with his own issues and concerns regarding Cauldron. Mouse Protector, despite her own better instincts, is busy being mommy to Siberian who is a real girl for the first time ever. Also MP is probably plotting revenge on the S9.
Loki mostly does infiltration and spy work thinking he's going to be the Shadow King to Taylor's Queen, flirting with Arturia when he needs to blow off steam and go out as a 'ham' villian for her to spar with. Not really sure what my end game was for this, other than Hero has a big ass chip on his shoulder and was going to end up building a magic based anti-gravity generator and going all Hanging Gardens on Brockton Bay after Leviathan hits.
Oh, and the title of the fic was a reference to what was going to be Taylor's cape name: West. She will be your reanimator.
Worm/Fate (Type Moon) Crossover
A/N - I was cleaning out some paperwork from my closet and I found some old fic notes. I like the idea too much to just toss everything so I've typed up what little I had written on the notepad. Further plot points at the end.
---
Two entities bridged space in a dance. Ponderously slow, they wandered the void like seeds on the wind.
[Destination.]
The Warrior questioned his partner, the idea of unknowing streaming across the infinite as a thousand possible paths to a thousand different worlds. Nestled within the other's consciousness packet of certainty spun, devouring the questing thought that fed it like a cancer. The paths were parsed and considered until only one world and a handful of its iterations remained.
[Agreement.]
The two continued on uncaring of the ripples their passage left, or what had overheard their communication and the steps taken in response.
[Trajectory.]
A ghost of barred teeth questioned, gnashing with rust and crimson icor.
[Agreement.]
Grudgingly given as a body stayed in motion, still and yet ever moving, listening to the whispers of a kind that was alien and yet kin to itself.
[Solution.]
Elsewhere, a cup spilled forth potential.
---
She had not expected to be summoned a second time. Such a thing, she would have explained, was impossible. Against her own wishes, on the command seal backed orders of Emiya she had destroyed the Holy Grail. She remembered striking with her Nobel Phantasm and the corrupt energies unleashed had shreadded her armor and the tentative link to Emiya that kept her soul anchored to the world.
"I ask you," Her mouth shaped the words, the air in her chest releasing them as reflexively as breathing, yet it was not her lips they tumbled past. Alert, with the crackle of unbound magic still popping in her ears, Servant Saber rose from her summoned, kneeling position and called her sword.
"Mother of God!" A voice yelped, high pitched and accompanied by the scraping of metal. Saber narrowed her eyes and subtly shifted the currents of prana laced air concealing her blade. Rust scented smoke cleared from the vortex, her heartbeat increasing as she took in what had been concealed. By Britania, how could the other six servants be gathered at her own summoning? Why? Where was her master? Where was this? A narrow hallway made narrower by the rows of locked, metal cabinets on either side. Far from ideal; if she tried to use Excaliber's full potential she'd bring the roof down on them all.
"Hero!" The same nervous voice exclaimed over the increasingly agitated whispers of her fellow Heroic Spirits. A petite woman in armor not so disimiliar to Saber's own, excepting the odd helm with its bowl like embellishments, bounced off the ceiling and then through open arms around a red-faced and red-armored man. "I need a Hero!"
A rapier hung loosely at her side.
"Seems you're spoiled for choice, then." Saber shifted her attention, and her defense stance, to a man in fine black leather and gold emelishments. He, too, possessed a sword along with a smile that was nothing but lies. A woman with hair like sunlight and dress that could have been woven from fire and gold clutched at his arm, a warning whisper of Cesare escaping perfect, pink lips.
Saber frowned. The resemblance between herself and the other woman was alarming. What was she? Caster?
As the very last of the smoke dissapated a strange, striped woman was revealed. The man in black leathers tilted his head, hand on the hilt of his sword, and addressed a question to the black and white and utterly unarmored woman, "Caterina?"
The woman ignored him. Naked but for the lush fur that concealed the details of her sex, the last servant stared at her own clawed hands as if fascinated. The man in black frowned, stepping forward against his -ally's?- calls of caution only to be brought short by the petite woman appearing in front of him without crossing the intervening distance. A noble phantasm, or a skill?
In the shadows of her odd helm the mouse like woman squeaked, "Don't set her off!"
---
NOTES: So, that is where my scrawls ended. Basically, Taylor triggered with QA but instead of bugs she commands all the magic juice of all Taylor Heberts in all versions the Earths. So that's a lot of magical power running through magical circuits that haven't been used before. She's only really got one spell, to make contracts with servants and use her near infinate prana powers to keep their energy topped up. The catalysts for summoning were essays/textbooks that were found in Taylor's and surrounding lockers.
Servant Cast!
Saber: Arturia, Assassin: Lucretia Borgia, Archer: Cesare Borgia, Beserker: Siberian, Caster: Hero, Rider: Mouse Protector, Lancer: Loki Laufeyson
I don't remember exactly where I wanted to take this, but I know I had Taylor in a wheel chair for a while and Lucretia posing as her personal nurse/body guard. The stress from sudden transplant of the Grail based magic crest and influx of prana fucked up Taylor's nerves but good. Meanwhile without specifcs orders against it, Cesare took over the Merchants because that is what Cesare does. Not the drugs, but the conquest. And really, it's in their name, he can't resist something like that. Archer's Bridge Merchants.
Arturia is busy getting the lay of the land, mostly doing small acts of heroism and possibly getting into pissing matches with the local dragon.
Hero and Mouse Protector are laying low, the former because he needs to rebuild is tech base and deal with his own issues and concerns regarding Cauldron. Mouse Protector, despite her own better instincts, is busy being mommy to Siberian who is a real girl for the first time ever. Also MP is probably plotting revenge on the S9.
Loki mostly does infiltration and spy work thinking he's going to be the Shadow King to Taylor's Queen, flirting with Arturia when he needs to blow off steam and go out as a 'ham' villian for her to spar with. Not really sure what my end game was for this, other than Hero has a big ass chip on his shoulder and was going to end up building a magic based anti-gravity generator and going all Hanging Gardens on Brockton Bay after Leviathan hits.
Oh, and the title of the fic was a reference to what was going to be Taylor's cape name: West. She will be your reanimator.